A/n: EEYYY! Here's that smut I promised 50,000 years ago.
Warnings: desperate • confined space • Bond absolutely folding for his wife • Public / Semi-public sex.
Let me know if you want part 2 👀 ( cause I have more )
James Bond knew two things with absolute certainty.
One: His Aston Martin DB5 was not meant for… this.
Two: He was going to lose this argument.
“Absolutely not.”
You turned in the passenger seat, already halfway climbing over the console. “Oh come on.”
James didn’t even look at you.His grip on the steering wheel tightened, the man about to pull out of the parking space. “This is a vehicle, not—”
You swung one leg over his lap.
He stopped talking and slowly…he turned his head.
“…don’t.”
You smiled sweetly. “Too late.”
You settled fully in his lap, your weight warm, your dress riding up your thighs as you straddled him in the driver’s seat.
The confined space made everything worse.
Or better.
Depending on perspective.
James exhaled slowly. “You’re aware,” he said carefully, “that this is deeply impractical.”
You leaned forward, your chest pressing into his as your fingers played with his tie. “I’m American,” you whispered. “We improvise.”
His jaw tightened. “You’re impossible.”
You rocked your hips slightly.
James’s breath hitched. “…and you’re doing that on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
His hands hovered for a moment. Trying, very hard, to remain a gentleman.
Failing.
They settled on your hips.
Firm.
Warm.
Grounding.
“You realize,” he murmured, voice dropping, “if we start this, I won’t be able to stop.”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against his.“Good.”
That was all it took.
James kissed you.
Hard.
Controlled at first but the second you rolled your hips again, pressing down onto him, that control cracked.
“Christ—” he breathed against your mouth.
Your hand slid between you, freeing his cock from his trousers. It sprang up, already hard, brushing against your inner thigh.
You smiled. “Missed me?”
He huffed a quiet, strained laugh. “You have no idea.”
You lifted slightly, guiding him between your thighs.
The angle was awkward.
The space was tight.
You didn’t care.
Neither did he.
“Careful—” he started.
You sank down onto him.
Both of you groaned.
“—too late,” he finished weakly.
You stilled for a second, adjusting to the fullness, your hands gripping his shoulders as the cramped position forced you closer than usual.
“Oh—”
James’s head fell back against the seat. “Bloody hell…”
You laughed breathlessly. “Language, Mr. Bond.”
He opened his eyes, looking up at you with something dark and entirely undone. “You’re going to ruin this car.”
You rolled your hips. “Worth it.”
His hands tightened on your waist immediately as you started to move, slow at first, finding a rhythm despite the tight space, the console pressing awkwardly against your thigh.
“Careful,” he muttered, voice strained, though he made no move to stop you.
You didn’t listen but then again you never did. Your pace picked up, your body rising and falling over him, your breath soft and uneven as the friction built quickly in the confined space.
James groaned, his head tipping back again, hands still holding your hips. “This is...this is a terrible idea—”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear then gave it a nip. “You love it."
His hands slid higher, gripping your hips harder.
“I do,” he admitted.
His composure was slipping fast.Every small movement of your body made it worse, the way you shifted, the way your thighs tightened around him, the way your breath broke right against his neck.
“Look at you,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Can’t even wait until we get home—”
You kissed him again, cutting him off.Your hips moved faster.
His restraint shattered.“Alright..” he breathed, “alright, you asked for this—”
His hands took control, guiding your hips now, helping you move in a sharper rhythm despite the cramped seat, the steering wheel pressing into your side.
“Oh....James—” Your lips parted.
He groaned at the sound of his name.“That’s it...keep going—”
Your nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure built too quickly, the angle hitting deeper with every movement. “James....I’m—”
“I know.”
His voice was low now.
Focused.
“You’re not stopping, darling.”
Neither was he.
Your orgasm hit first, your body tightening around him as you gasped against his mouth.
That was all it took.
James groaned your name, his grip tightening as he thrust up into you once, twice, then held you down as he came, completely undone beneath you.
Just breathing.
Just heat.
Just the faint ticking of the cooling engine.
You leaned your forehead against his. “…worth it.”
James let out a breathless laugh. “…absolutely not.”
You grinned. “You’re lying.”
He looked up at you, still holding your waist. “…I am.”
Was watching a video about Palia and i notice that the gravic of PC and PS5 is totally diffrent than on a switch 2 whyyyyyyy😩 I mean i have the Option too play on the PC but the controls are killing me 😭🫠 (I still love the game very much 💚)
On my way to torture myself by doing Merlin Trials but hey if i get angry i fly to the nearest Poarcher Camp and let my Feelings out 🥰 Good day for the animals really bad day for the poarchers 🤷♀️
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