dying for perv!holland who's got obsession issues kms
WOWOWOWOWW MY FAV TYPE OF HOLLAND EVER HOW DID U KNOW i had the best time writing this and its so yummy
also THANK YOU SO MUCH @lesbiholmes my life saver helping me out with this
sidenote: i need holland to call me babydoll
It had been a month since you noticed him appearing everywhere. Every place you went, he seemed to be there.
By the third week, you knew it couldnât be a coincidence and start to play into it. Itâs not like he isn't objectively attractive. It definitely isnât like you arenât touching yourself nightly thinking about the rough drag of his moustache against you.
On week four, he picks up the courage to say his first words to you. You drop an apple you were putting into your shopping cart and you see him speed towards you, picking it up and placing it in your hand.
âHey, uh, do I know you?â Your question comes out quick enough that he doesnât have enough time to run away.
âNo.â His answer is simple and sure, but the expression on his face tells you that was more to it than that.
You want to figure out how to get to know him - this guy randomly appearing everywhere must be a sign for something, so you press on, ââKay, itâs just I think Iâve seen you around, you seemed familiar.â
His face suddenly drains of colour and his mouth slightly parts but no words come out. A look of amusement from you at his inability to speak quickly turned his cheeks to a flushing red.
âWell if you ever wanna see me around,â You say, searching in your bag for something. You pull out a pen and pull his arm towards you, âShoot me a text, yeah?â
He doesnât look down at you scribbling across his skin, opting to stare at your face, jaw still slack.
When you walk away, he sees what you wrote. On his arm in bold, black ink says an address and a phone number with a rough heart at the end.
By the time Holland speeds through each traffic light to get home, itâs a miracle he hadnât sweated of your writing in anticipation to message the number.
Heâs unsure how blunt to be, but using his better judgment, which really isnât much better than his worst, he decides you must want him to message you, maybe even more⌠no. No. He canât let himself get ahead of himself before even a single proper conversation.
Without much other thoughts, he hastily types the number into his phone followed by a slew of messages.
Itâs the man ftom the grocery storw.
Thatâs my name by the wau
It really doesnât take long for you to reply, a minute at most, but the waiting is torturous for him.
When he opens the photo youâd sent, heâs met with the heavenly sight of you in the mirror in just a bra and panties.
He lets out a deep breath as he feels the blood rush downwards. God, itâs gonna be impossible to drive.
His phoneâs dinging with notifications but he doesnât even check as he scrambles back into his car.
Thereâs no need for him to use a GPS to check out the address youâd written, he knows the exact route.
He arrives in his own personal record time and parks leaving the tail stuck out; he really couldnât care less, he needs you. Now.
As he speed walks towards your door, thereâs no thoughts crossing his mind. He doesnât even take a moment to consider before he knocks heavily. The door nudges slightly open and you appear, now with an oversized top covering you and a smile playing on your lips.
âCome,â itâs barely a whisper but he follows you inside. He lets you hold onto his hand and guide him to where he knows your room is.
After months of sitting in his car outside your house, he knows the entire left side of your house. What he didnât know is the many pictures you have showing you off with friends and family, many of them standing close to you in the photos. Too close. With what little energy he has left thatâs not being used to tame himself, he feels the jealousy brewing that heâs not the one next to you in those photos, that heâs not the one with his hand wrapped around your shoulder.
It doesnât matter now, he has you all to himself for the first time and by god is he gonna make it worth the wait.
When you reach your bedroom, you sit on the edge of your bed and watch him take it in. He looks around in disbelief that he's finally inside after all this time.
You can feel his eyes on you as you go to pull your t-shirt over your head but before you can, he makes his way over to you and pries your hands from the hold you have.
No more words have been exchanged since heâd entered yet you donât feel like you need to fill the silence, you just let your shared want speak for you.
Itâs gentle, the way he lifts up your top. He does it slowly like heâs memorising how your breath shifts with each exposed part of skin and how you slightly twitch and his knuckle briefly grazes you.
When he notices that youâre completely bare beneath the top, his breath hitches for so long youâre worried he may pass out but your worry is quickly forgotten when heâs panting desperate kisses over your figure and pressing you into the bed.
His arms cage you in; heâs leaning in his forearms but the bottom half of his body is pressed close and beneath the thin layer of his trousers, you can feel his hard length against your thigh.
âOff, mm take it off,â you manage to get out, tugging at his shirt.
Itâs as if your words reminded him he had clothes on by the way he practically jumps away from you and makes quick work of taking off all of the clothes, making a whine tear from his throat as his cock presses flush to his stomach. The trim nest of hair makes it look like itâs being presented to you, just for your pleasure.
Holland wastes no time to drop to his knees and lick a long stripe up your pussy, hand wrapping around your waist as a welcome pressure.
Your hands curl into his hair and your hips start grinding against him without you meaning to, sounds of bliss spill from you as his matching ones hit you as deep vibrations which just add to the immense pleasure you feel.
When he pulls away, the groan you make is the loudest noise so far. His knowing smile only makes you need him more and he can see that by the way your arms are reaching towards him.
He knows to not tease you today, he wouldnât be able to handle it, so he gets himself onto the bed and makes a fist around his cock, pumping it twice before guiding the tip to your soaking entrance.
Youâre wet enough to just let him slide in and, right now, you donât need anything else but him. He doesnât thrust his entire length in at first, though. He lets you feel just how thick he is, even at the tip.
This moment is the start of the mixing of your joint fantasy and neither of you want to miss a second. Your eyes stay locked and focused as he slowly sinks into you, inch by torturous inch.
It already feels like too much but it's definitely not enough yet, you need more, you need it now.
Your hands reach up to him and try to grip onto his back. When you feel the heat of him under your fingers, pull him close so heâs lying on top of you. You can now feel his entire length inside you, your pussy twitching around his cock.
The sound Holland makes is something between a cry and a moan and all you know is that you need to hear it again.
Youâre insanely full, thereâs nothing else in the world right now but the two of you and these next minutes. Your nails dig into his back as you fight to ground yourself in this pleasure and he makes the noise again. At the sound of it, a moan comes from you.
âReady?â you can barely understand him through his panting but you nod with the little energy you have left.
âLet me hear you, babydoll, wanna hear your, ngh, your voice.â
The pet name causes your head to fly back, needing to find some composure.
âMm, now, now, I need you to move now.â
âThatâs all you had to say, sweetheart.â
You feel suddenly empty as he pulls his cock out of you, a protesting whine coming from you, but as he thrusts back in, you quickly know nothing other than the pure bliss of wet slaps as he pummels into you without abandon.
âHolland, h-harder,â His movements stop for just a second whilst he moves himself and lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders.
When his thrusts continue, theyâre hit that spot deep inside of you, the one youâve been waiting for, and it feels like nothing youâve ever felt before. That mixed with the softness of his kisses on your leg creates something inside of you that you canât seem to place.
The sheets twist up in your grip as your hips grind up to meet each thrust that comes from Holland.
You donât know when they changed, but at some point he began to rut into you with no rhythm. Youâre almost certain that tomorrow youâll have bruises by just how hard heâs rutting into you but you canât bring yourself to care, at least itâll remind you of this god of a man.
âFuck, youâre, youâre so, ohhh fuck, babydoll I, mmh, I need it.â He canât even string a sentence together, he can only think about how long heâs wanted this, how long heâs imagined this exact moment.
This thought brings him to the precipice and he completely stills, cock sheathed deep inside of you as his cum fills you up. He starts to move again, now carefully grinding into you, pushing his release further and further inside.
You canât even tell whoâs making which sounds, youâre both spilling with noises youâd never made before.
When Holland guides his cock out of you, you feel depressingly empty, like thereâs a piece of you missing, but not for long because before you can ask him to get back in, your legs have been dropped and his mouth is attached to your pussy.
His tongue starts circling your clit and your back arches right off the bed, legs tensed and shaking. You can feel your orgasm coming on fast.
Your hands move to his head but they canât seem to figure out whether to push him away or pull him closer; it ends up as you pulling him up and down your core while you grind down onto him.
Before you can tell him youâre close, he moves down to your core and starts slurping his own cum from you, moaning into you, telling you how good you taste.
You canât think as your climax hits like a brick wall - you feel fuzzy and see white, your entire body tensing and then going completely slack.
In the distance you can make out the sound of Holland cooing at you as he crawls up the bed and his arms wrap around you.