At The Party (Holden Ford x Fem!Reader 18+)
The music pulses within the floorboards, a steady thumping beat that muffles behind the walls. Voices jumble together, laughter flowing up the stairs the two of you are sneakily making your way up.
Nobody should be upstairs. Keyword: should. It’s your house party, your birthday. And you made sure that the upstairs was reserved for people who need a breather and some quiet. Really, you wanted your bedroom vacant just in case something like this came up.
Holden’s hand squeezes yours as you lead him up the stairs. Even though you’re the birthday girl, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice that you’ve slipped away. Your downstairs is packed with friends and family, all mingling together in a way that makes your heart flutter with invaluable joy.
Holden had been the perfect boyfriend all night, helping to put this night together for you. He’d been chatting around, cradling a beer in his hand while he watched you dance with your friends in the backyard. A gentle smile graced his features as long as the night went on. He’d brought you a drink everytime your cup emptied, reminded you to snack so you didn’t get too drunk, and made sure people were having a good time so you didn’t have to.
As midnight rolled around and the atmosphere became quite inebriated, you’d wandered back over to your handsome boyfriend and nuzzled into his side as he talked to one of your friends. He smiled down at you, hand coming to rest on the exposed small of your back in your short party dress. “What’s up?”
“Just missed you,” you’d chuckled, leaning into his side.
He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, continuing to listen to a story your close friend was telling. You closed your eyes, caught up in the few drinks you’ve been served throughout the night.
You practically jolted awake when Holden’s voice pressed against your temple. “You tired?”
You shake your head. “Mm-mm, just a little drunk.”
He chuckles. “Yeah? You having a good time?”
You look up at him, at how earnest his expression is. “Yeah, a really good time.”
“Good,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, darling.”
Your drunken touches started getting more… exploratory, and Holden raised an eyebrow when your finger hooked into his belt. “Excuse me?” He laughed. “You are drunk.”
“I’m really not,” you reasoned. “I’ve had like two drinks. And you look really good in that shirt. Can’t a girl think her man looks hot?”
Red started creeping up his cheeks. “So you’re gonna shove your hand down my pants right in the middle of your party?” He teased.
“I’m just giving a gentle mention that our bedroom is unoccupied.”
He shakes his head, smirk pulling at his lips. “You wanna have sex at your party?”
“Just a quickie,” you shrug.
He didn’t really have to think about it. He cocked his head to the side for less than one second before shrugging. “Lead the way, birthday girl.”
Safe to say, you two aren’t leaving the bedroom anytime soon.
You’re laid back on the blankets, legs dangling over the edge while Holden moans between your thighs. Your dress is hiked up, panties pulled off and thrown across the room. His hands knead your skin, tongue moving slowly, teasingly over your clit.
“You know,” you murmur breathlessly. “When I said quickie, I thought we’d just fuck.”
His head slightly raises, eyes meeting yours. Those pretty blue eyes between your legs has your breath catching in your throat. “You’re not enjoying yourself?” He asks, cocky.
“Shut up,” you flop back onto the pillows, away from his smirk and chuckle. “You know what I mean.”
“It’s your birthday,” he speaks, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Shouldn’t you get a present from your boyfriend?”
He nips your skin as you attempt to reply, a surprised yelp exhaling. “Hey,” you playfully knee him in the chest. “Careful.”
“What? Just having a little fun,” he smiles.
You shiver as his hot breath fans over your cunt. “Just lay back and enjoy it, baby. The party can wait.”
He dives back in like a man starving. He sucks you into his mouth, tongue moving slowly as he makes out with your pussy. He moans against you, the vibrations making you rut against his face.
Your fingers rake through his hair. Every time he flicks his tongue against your clit, you yank him by the scalp.
He pulls you closer to the edge, then throws your legs over his shoulders, addicted to your taste, needing it closer, closer, more.
Your whimpers are starting to morph into moans, luckily drowned out by the blaring downstairs music. “Fuck, Holden,” you cry out, arching your back as you get a glimpse of his beautiful face smushed against your cunt, eyebrows furrowed in focus and desperation.
His hands wander up your stomach, leaving a trail of tingling fire behind. He’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue on you.
You’re grinding against his mouth now, and he’s panting through an almost-growl that has you gripping the sheets. Your moans are loud. Loud enough that someone using the bathroom down the hall would be able to hear you even over the booming bass of the music.
You chant his name like a mantra as he brings you collapsing over the edge with his tongue flicking your clit. Your hand pulls at his hair, messing up the perfectly gelled style he had for the party.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You can’t help but cry out as Holden licks up every single drop of your release, leaving you overstimulated and sensitive.
Holden crawls back up with a proud grin. His lips press gently against yours, your taste present. “Good?” He asks, almost teasingly.
You chuckle, still trying to catch your breath. “You could say that.”
His eyes gleam darkly as he towers over you, elbows on the bed. “You ready for part two?”
“How many parts are there to this gift, exactly?”
“You know we eventually have to go back to the party.”
He leans down to nip and suck at your neck, careful to move your curled hair out of the way so it doesn’t get ruined. His voice is innocent and soft when he asks so sweetly, “how do you want to be fucked?”
“Mm, you choose.” Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer.
“Uh-uh,” he chuckles. His nose nuzzles down the line of your throat. “Your day, your choice, birthday girl.”
“Just like this,” you mumble, eyes closed in bliss as he trails gentle kisses down your neck.
“You want me to take care of you?”
You nod, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He’s quick to move them away, pinning them to the bed above your head.
“Let me do the work, darling.”
He presses a passionate kiss to your lips, prodding his tongue to enter. You let him in and he’s immediate in taking control. His breath mingles hot with yours. You don’t even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the zipper being pulled down hastily, the rustling of his dress pants.
He pulls his mouth away, smiling at your whine. A trail of saliva connects your lips still as he hovers just an inch above you. “You okay?”
Bright blue eyes hooded with desire search yours. He’s gorgeous like this - he’s always gorgeous - but there’s something special when his hair is messy, his face is flushed, and his eyes sparkle darkly as his gaze rakes up and down your body.
“Perfect,” you whisper in reply.
He smiles, bright and wide. Genuine. “That’s my good girl.”
You almost purr. Usually you’re the one in charge because Holden gets tongue tied constantly, never knowing how to dirty talk or what to say. This is a surprising but welcome change. He must’ve done some research before tonight.
“You ready?” He asks against your lips.
It’s just then that you take notice of him, hard and aching against your thigh. He hasn’t taken off any of his clothes, his pants still hugging him tight, only unzipped in the front to free his aching cock.
“You’re not taking off your clothes?” You ask, chuckling.
“If I take them off, they’re not coming back on and we’re not leaving this room.”
“Mm, although that sounds so nice.” His lips kiss down your chest, pulling the top of your dress underneath your breasts so they spill out for him to attack with his mouth.
“Fuck me, Holden,” you demand as he sucks a nipple between his lips.
His cock is hot as it presses against your entrance. Holden’s mouth drops into an ‘O’, brows furrowed in a delicious way that makes him look like a featured adult star when he guides it through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip.
He presses in, slow and steady, a long moan escaping his throat. “Oh fuck,” he groans, leaning down to leave open-mouthed, wet kisses on your tits. His tongue licks a stripe across your nipple when he bottoms out.
You can’t help but grasp him by his shirt and pull him impossibly closer. You’re enveloped by his scent, a pine and sandalwood cologne.
He starts to thrust, unhurried, but with a punch that hits your deepest parts and has you wrapping your legs around his waist.
His hands wander all along your skin. Trailing down your thighs, over your breasts, down your arms. It’s gentle how he tucks your hair out of your face and flattens the fabric of your dress as he fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance to.
You both know he won’t last long. Not when you look like that, all laid out, hair cascading behind you, skin glowing, dress crumpled around you, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
His fingers trail ghost-like touches down your stomach before his knuckles tease up your folds as they caress his cock. His thumb starts making the tiniest and softest little circles over your clit, the pressure practically invisible. You arch into his touch, silently begging for more.
The vein on the underside of his cock is ridging against your walls every time he slides into you. He fully leans over you, melding your mouths together as his fingers finally start to press against your clit with some much needed pressure.
The sounds of slapping wet skin and joined moans mixes with the party music and laughing crowd. Nobody’s even noticed that you two left your own birthday party and Holden’s currently rearranging your insides upstairs.
You feel that high start to hit when Holden gets desperate. His thrusts become sloppy, but somehow that’s even hotter. How this usually completely composed FBI agent becomes such a moaning mess whenever his cock is inside you.
“Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips. “I know you’re close.”
He takes that as a challenge apparently. “You first.”
His thumb moves faster on your clit. He forces his eyes open to watch your mouth fall open in a whining moan.
“Come on, darling. Come on,” he urges and almost on cue, you fall apart for him.
Your cunt squeezes around his cock, and he moans so loud that you’re sure it traveled down the stairs. “Fuck,” he groans as his hips stutter and he spills inside of you.
He throws his head back as he cums and drops it to your neck as he comes down, his thrusts slowing to a stop.
Your hand massages the sweaty nape of his neck.
He’s breathless as he says, “Happy birthday” into your skin.
