SEX ON FIRE đĽ WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY X F!READER
CAR SEX WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND
â¤ď¸âđĽđĄď¸all rights reserved to the artist @ogata69 on twitter (x)
â¤ď¸âđĽđĄď¸inspired by the king of leon's song, sex on fire
â¤ď¸âđĽđĄď¸wc: 4.5 k
â¤ď¸âđĽđĄď¸contains sexual tension, pussy eating, sex (p in v), edging, unprotected sex, pull out method, mutual pining and cursing
â¤ď¸âđĽđĄď¸thank you all for the support, especially @elicypher and @ayaswrld
edit: i am still traveling, so if you want a continuation, please tell me (i've not completely finished it correctly). sorry if it's not my best work đ
The rush of velocity coursed through your veins, matching the pulse of the city lights streaking past. Driving at night always felt differentâthere was an undeniable thrill to it, a spark that broke through the monotony, offering an exhilarating contrast to the otherwise predictable routine of your life.
The car glided through winding roads, past blurred signs and landmarks, each one a marker of a potential destination for some distant future. Tonight, though, the journey wasnât about where you were headed, but about surrendering to the soft pull of the past. A fleeting sense of nostalgia washed over you, dragging your thoughts back to childhood. You remembered sitting in the passenger seat, watching adult hands move gracefully over the gearshift. Back then, freedom had felt like a distant promise, carried on the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of practiced fingers.
Now, you were the one at the wheel, your gaze locked on the road ahead. The city had dissolved behind you, leaving only the open countryside, the outline of a secluded manor just visible on the horizon. But even with the adventure unfolding before you, something felt off. Like a gap that you couldnât quite fill.
The soundtrack.
Your eyes flicked sideways, catching a glimpse of Williamâs profile, half-illuminated by the passing neon glow. His expression was focused, lips tugging into that mischievous smile of his. There was a silent contest between you, one neither of you had fully acknowledged yet. Would it be his soulful classics, or your less-than-subtle dad playlist that would define this moment?
"Let me guess," he broke the silence, voice teasing but soft. "You want something dramatic."
A laugh escaped you, breaking the tension, but your hand was already reaching for the console. "Only if it fits the mood."
"Keep driving," he replied, his fingers dancing over the screen. "Iâll find something youâll like."
The hum of the car filled the air, the steady rhythm matching your pulse as you focused back on the road. The traffic was light, but the hours ahead would stretch into the quiet of the night before you reached your destination. William had suggested this tripâa blend of relaxation and intellectual curiosity. The Lake Districtâs ties to Romantic poets intrigued you both, and you were both curious about rare manuscripts housed in a private collection near the estate.
You were reluctant to take a break. You and William were always so caught up in your work, but maybe this would give you both the pause you needed. Yet, as the city lights faded behind you, and the peaceful countryside opened up before you, there was something about the sudden shift that made you question if you were being impulsiveâor if William had more influence over you than you cared to admit.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed his calm concentration as he scrolled through the playlist. His golden hair, darker in the dim light, tousled slightlyâa rare but not unexpected sight. With one hand steady on the wheel, you grabbed his water bottle from the compartment and took a quick sip.
"You couldâve told me you were thirsty," he said, his tone light, his attention still on the screen. "Itâs my job as co-pilot."
The car hummed around you as he found a playlist he seemed to approve of. The music started, and he turned to you, his expression unreadable, though the teasing edge in his voice was unmistakable.
"A playlist for driving at night, huh?" he asked, tilting his head. "Why do most of these songs sound like theyâre... about sex? Feeling a bit needy, darling?"
You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him only briefly. "Youâre intelligent, William," you replied smoothly, your tone casual. "Stop asking questions you already know the answer to."
He chuckled softly, but his gaze was still fixed on the screen. His hand rested warm and steady on the wheel, the quiet intensity of the night deepening around you.
"Thereâs nothing wrong with not having a boyfriend, or having a healthy imagination," he said, voice lowering a little, almost softer now. His fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder before resting there, a touch that lingered. "It surprised me, thatâs all. Youâre brilliant, desirable... anyone would be lucky to have you."
You glanced at him for a moment, a quiet smile tugging at your lips, but your voice carried the faintest edge. "Finding someone worth your time? Itâs like searching for gold in a river. You know itâs out there, but youâre going to waste a lot of time looking."
Your gaze flicked to his face, studying his reaction. "Most men are scum, William. Honestly, I couldnât care less to try."
He was quiet for a moment, gaze still on the screen as though measuring his words. When he finally spoke, his voice had softened. "I wouldnât call it wasting time. You just have to find the one worth keeping."
You shot him a sideways glance. "And where, exactly, do I find this mythical man?" you teased, voice light but with an underlying curiosity.
"Maybe closer than you think," he said quietly, the weight of his words lingering longer than you expected.
A faint smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at him. "I still think he should fall straight into my lap. Like an angel."
"So, you want a demon, then?" William shot back, grinning. "I remember you were obsessed with Sebastian from Black Butler. Your room was basically a shrineâpictures, drawings, all over the walls. Good times."
A groan escaped you, rolling your eyes in exasperation. "I was a teenager, William. That doesnât count."
"Doesnât it?" he teased, his grin widening. "The evidence was pretty damning."
But it wasnât his teasing that had you biting your lip, barely able to focus on the road. It was the way his hand had settled on your thighâwarm, steady, but there with an undeniable intensity. The air around you shifted, thickened, as though the car itself was holding its breath.
"Stop teasing me," you muttered, your voice playful but edged with something else. "Or Iâll make you drive instead."
His eyes flicked over to you, amusement dancing there. "But, darling, Iâm terrible with GPS."
"Exactly," you said, the words slipping out with a knowing edge. A wicked thrill ran through you as you imagined him fumbling with directions. A slight shiver passed through him.
The corner of his lips twitched, betraying the conflict inside him as he looked away, watching the road ahead. His body language was tense, the heat rising inside him not entirely from the carâs temperature. The break with you had been everything he needed, but there was still a part of him that burned for more. Every teasing word, every playful exchange, only left him wanting more.
Would he try again?
He cared for youâno, he craved you. The thought of you consumed him, haunted him, until even the silence between you felt charged. Heâd come up with this whole trip as an excuse to spend time with you, a reckless move, but when you agreed, it felt like everything had clicked into place.
William wanted to see the moment you let your guard down. He wanted to feel your lips pressed to his, your body against his as the heat of your connection filled the space between you. His thoughts drifted, pulling him into an imagined reality where you were finally his, where you melted into his touch. His chest tightened, the longing almost unbearable.
"William?"
Your voice cut through the haze of his thoughts, your hand waving in front of his face. His eyes snapped back to you, the moment broken, but the heat still simmering beneath the surface.
"You okay?" you asked, voice soft but insistent. "I asked if you'd like to stop for a bit."
"Yes," he replied quickly, his voice a little tighter than usual. "A break sounds good. Is there an inn around here?"
You studied him for a moment, a little too aware of the tension that had built between you both. "A break? Or are you just avoiding something?"
He looked away, his fingers absently smoothing the coat in his lap. "Something like that."
And then, his gaze met yours again, lingering just a little too long. "We all need a moment to breathe, don't we?"
You smirked. "Maybe, but I'm not sure itâs just a bathroom break you need."
You shifted closer, your words soft but charged. "You think youâre the only one holding back? The way you move, the way your hands grip the chalk when youâre writing, the way your bodyâlean, strongâgets so close when you explain things. The way you smell... how I can feel the heat radiating from you. Itâs maddening."
The words hung between you, thick and undeniable.
"Itâs maddening to realize that you donât desire me truly, but want a distraction from your rational world. I see the glances and the whispering when we are together, it seems I am too basic to be with you â the hot young professor â donât you think?"
Her words stung, sharper than he had anticipated. The casualness with which she dropped them, as if they were nothing more than another playful observation, made them all the more cutting.
He turned to her, his jaw tight, the words caught in his throat for a brief, strained moment. A part of him wanted to deny itâwanted to push the whole subject away. But the raw honesty in her eyes made it impossible to lie.
"Is that what you think?" His voice was lower now, the teasing edge gone. It wasnât the frustration he was used to hearing in his own voice, but something quieter, something far more dangerous. "You think Iâm just trying to escape the confines of my ârational worldâ?"
She shrugged, her lips curling into a half-smile, but there was a softness in her gaze now, a vulnerability he hadnât seen before. She was playing a dangerous game, one she knew all too well.
"You don't have to admit it," she said softly, eyes flickering to the road ahead, though she could feel his gaze lingering on her. "You just have to look at the way you act around me. When youâre close, it's like you're holding your breath, like you're scared to let yourself... want anything. But you're drawn in anyway, aren't you?"
William shifted in his seat, the tension tightening further. He didnât need to admit it; he could feel itâa pull he couldnât explain, yet couldnât ignore.
"You donât know anything about what I want," he muttered, though his words lacked the usual confidence, tinged with something far more uncertain.
Her laugh was soft, almost like a sigh. "Isnât it always the way? You never want what you think you need, but you canât stop yourself from wanting it. It's easy to convince yourself it's a distraction, a game. But itâs not, William. It never has been."
The silence between them grew, thick with unspoken truths and unacknowledged desire. She didnât look at him again, but she didnât need to. The tension was palpable, the space between them charged with the words they hadnât yet said but both knew were there.
"You think Iâm just playing games?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She didnât answer at first, instead letting the question hang in the air, drifting between them like the road stretching out in front of them. And when she did speak, her voice was low, steady, and undeniably certain.
"Maybe youâre the one playing games, William. But if youâre trying to keep me at armâs length, youâre losing."
"Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop this fucking car, darling." He smiled, but the smile didnât reach his eyes. His gaze was sharp, different from all you had seem before, with a malicious glint that reminded you of blood. Sighing, you obeyed, steering the car into a small parking lot at a gas station by the side of the road.
You put the car in neutral and pulled the handbrake, unaware of when he kissed you. His voice was a low mutter, and your eyes widened as you saw a tear fall from his eye. "Why can't you understand anything I say? Do you really think I'm just a filthy womanizer, name?"
You tried to speak, but he cut you off again. "How could I even sleep with anyone when you're the only one in my mind?" He placed his hand on your cheek. "I... I even dedicated an entire thesis to you."
"Does that make you understand?" he groaned as he pulled you into an embrace, the feel of your hands on his back almost unbearable. "I love you."
His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that matched the pounding of his heart. Every touch, every breath felt like a claim, marking you as his. You could feel the heat of his body, his breath shallow against your skin as his lips traced the curve of your neck â nibbling it incessantly.
"Do you feel it?" he whispered, his voice low and raw. "The way I need you... the way you're the only thing that matters now?" He pressed closer, his cock hard against your hand, and you could already taste the tension, thick and unrelenting. "Tell me you feel it too. Tell me you understand."
"I want you, William. I always have."
Arenât you afraid of being seen?" you murmured, confusion evident in your voice as your back pressed against the leather of the carâs backseatâthe car you had only recently bought and that wouldnât remain so clean after this. Your gaze darted from side to side, searching for anyone who might intrude on your fragile sense of privacy.
"Who cares?" he muttered, shifting awkwardly on his knees against the carpet, his face now level with your hips. "I almost lost you because I was too scared to feel anything realâlet them watch if they want."
His patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself to move carefully. He unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your legs slowly before tossing them aside. His hands lingered, firm, his touch more certain than hesitant, as if grounding himself in the moment. His gaze burned into you, full of need and desperation, like you were the only thing in his mind.
"Open your legs for me, sweetheart." He rested his head on your thigh, his eyes almost pleading as he gazed up at you. "Let me make you forget everything that's troubling you."
You parted your legs, and the sight before him â oh, the sight â was enough to make him cum undone. The hardness in his pants throbbed painfully, barely restrained. A glistening patch of your arousal darkened your simple nude panties, the wetness trailing all the way to your clit. He swore he could almost catch the faint, intoxicating hint of your sweet scent.
Would you taste as good as he imagined?
He moved closer to your core, pausing just long enough for your consent. When you nodded, his fingers slid your panties to the side. He started with a slow lick, savoring your taste as he traced the length of your slit. Then came a single, lingering suck on your clit that drew a gasp and a moan from your lips. He was definitely pussydrunk.
How could he not be? You tasted divine, and the sight of your walls fluttering around nothing, desperate to be filled, drove him to the brink. It was maddening. His hand pressed firmly against your lower back, pulling you closer to his mouth. He wanted more, he wanted everything. Every drop of you.
William slid his index finger inside you, curling it eagerly toward the spot he had studied so meticulously in his anatomy booksâthe one that promised to bring unparalleled pleasure to a partner. "S-Shit, this feels so good," you stammered, biting your lip as you struggled to steady your breath.
He chuckled, unable to resist the allure of your soft, vulnerable expressions. His finger curled in a deliberate come-hither motion, coaxing pleasure from deep within as he continued to suck the very breath from your lungs. Adding a second finger, he watched you unravel before him, utterly lost in the rapture he so skillfully provided.
"NghâŚs-so close." The pulsing sensation in your gut tightened, drawing a sharp tremble from your legs as you clenched around his fingers. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping, and your thoughts dissolved into a haze of pleasure. William's tongue moved with calculated precision, circling and teasing until the world around you blurred, leaving only him and the dizzying waves he adored.
"I won't let you cum yet," his gaze held a spark, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to tease without revealing too much. "I want you on my cock."
Before you could respond, he grabbed your arms and pushed you onto all fours. His grip was firm, immobilizing you without effort. You gritted your teeth, frustration bubbling over as the sensation of being so close yet denied coursed through you. He didn't react to your hissing protest, simply adjusting his hold to keep you steady.
"I won't stop once I start," he said, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Just fuck me already," you snapped, your patience gone. "Stop teasing, you bastard."
"If you insist," he said, the words laced with heat that sent a shiver down your spine.
Snap.
The sound of his belt being undone broke the air between you, deliberate and unhurried. His movements were calculated, a stark contrast to the rush of tension that gripped you both. With a flick of his wrist, he loosened the leather, casting aside the composure he wore like a mask. The William you thought you knewârefined, restrained, untouchableâwas gone, replaced by a man consumed by need.
His pants slid down to his knees, and he freed his cock,
letting it press firmly against your ass. You gasped as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo in your chest.
"Do you feel that?" he murmured, his hand gripping your hip, pulling you back just enough to make his intentions clear. "This is what youâve been driving me to."
Your body tensed as he guided you into position, his hand pressing firmly against your back to arch you just the way he wanted. The cool air hit your exposed skin, heightening every sensation as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you still.
The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, hot and unyielding, sending a jolt through your body. He leaned over, his chest brushing against your back as his lips hovered by your ear.
"Iâm not holding back this time," he said, his tone commanding yet heavy with affection. His voice trembled slightly, giving away the tension coiled in his body. "Do you want me to fill you up?"
The weight of his body pinned you in place, but you managed to look back at him, meeting his gaze. The hunger in his eyes was unrelenting, blazing with need, but there was something deeper thereâa silent plea, almost vulnerable, as if he were asking for more than just permission.
"Yes," you breathed, the word spilling out before you could second-guess yourself. "I want you to, please."
The corner of his mouth lifted, satisfied with your answer, before his lips claimed the back of your neck in a kiss that left you trembling. Then, without waiting for a response, he pushed forward, filling you inch by inch, the stretch forcing a gasp from your lips. He didnât stop, didnât pause, until he was buried deep inside you, his body flush against yours.
His hand slipped from your back to your jaw, turning your face just enough for his lips to brush the corner of your mouth. "You keep pretending you're in charge," he murmured, his tone low, almost teasing. "But look where you are now."
Your breath hitched, and you opened your mouth to snap back, but the slow pull of him moving inside you wiped the thought clean from your mind. He pulled back slightly, letting you feel the drag of every inch, before slamming his hips forward, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.
"Liam!"
His name spilled out before you could stop it, your voice trembling as he moved inside you with deliberate intent. A rich, low laugh escaped him, warm yet tinged with a smugness that made your cheeks flush hotter. "Thatâs it," he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening. He adjusted his stance, his thighs bracketing yours, keeping you steady against the rhythm he was setting. "Say it again. I want to hear exactly what I do to you."
You swallowed hard, your breath catching as his weight pressed you deeper into the worn leather of the back seat. The windows had long since fogged, heat radiating from where your bodies met, filling the car with your scents. "Youâre insufferable," you managed to hiss, though the words wavered as your body betrayed you, arching instinctively into his sex every movement.
His response was immediate. His teeth grazed your shoulder, just enough to make your skin tingle, before his lips followed, nibbling lightly as if testing your limits. "And yet, here you are," he murmured, his hips snapping against yours with more intensity. The wet, rhythmic sound of his movements filled the cramped space of the car, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs firmly to hold you in place as he adjusted your position. The shift sent him deeper, the hard, insistent head of his cock brushing against that sensitive spot inside you, drawing a choked gasp from your lips.
"Taking everything I give you," he continued, his voice softening but never losing that sharp, teasing edge. His pace didnât falter, every thrust hitting the perfect angle, as if he had mapped out every way to fuck you long before this moment.
"Tell me again," he murmured, his body pressing closer, his chest brushing against your back. His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "How youâre the one in control, name. Iâd love to hear it."
For all his gentlemanly charm, William could truly be insistent at times. The control he prided himself on could crumble so easily, his reason slipping away as instinct took over. It was almost funnyâalmost. The way the heat of your pussy wrapped his dick, engulfing him completely, made it impossible for him to think clearly. All that careful composure vanished, his blood rushing south until he felt dizzy with pleasure.
He paused, his moans growing louder as he began grinding in slow circles. You felt your arousal trailing down your thighs, threatening to stain the leather seats beneath you
"Oh my fucking god," William muttered, pulling away, slick coating his lips and chin as he stared at the mess youâd made. "Look at that pretty pussy. So wet, all for me." A soft slap to your ass had your body jolting.
You let out a breathless laugh, your head dropping forward as your fingers clawed at the edge of the seat. "You talk too much."
"Stop pretending you donât love it," he murmured, his voice rough but steady as his eyes locked onto yours. His pupils were blown wide, his golden hair damp and sticking to his forehead from the heat between you.
His pace slowed, his hand sliding around to your abdomen as his thrusts grew more intentional. His palm pressed against your skin, right over the spot where he could feel the motion of his cock inside you, eager to see your expressions.
You felt yourself nearing the edge of climax, and you knew he was just at the same point. The slick noises intensified with each of his final thrusts into you.
"If you stain my car, you will clean it, okay?" you chuckled, your voice breathy, as he massaged your clit in circular motions while rolling his hips. You moaned loudly, the dizzy sensation in your head reaching its apex, your vision momentarily going black.
"Don't worry," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Iâll clean it every time, dear."
He bit his lip as he reached the edge, pulling out of you and wrapping his hand around his length. Pumping up and down along his flushed shaft, he moaned your name, circling the tip with his thumb until sticky ropes of cum painted your back white.
You looked at him and sat down, your legs trembling, your skin slick with sweat and stained with his cum. "Iâm exhausted. God."
"I am no god, name," he smirked teasingly, pulling a cloth from the car door compartment to clean you. "But I can be your boyfriend."
"As if Iâd let you have me this easily," you huffed, crossing your arms. "We still have two hours left, and you just lost your driver."
"Go, go, math genius. Iâll help you with the GPS," you added nonchalantly, pushing him lightly and pointing to the steering wheel.
He pecked your cheek and ruffled your hair. "Iâd do it even if you hadnât asked."
William reached for his boxers, pulling them up his legs and over his hips in one swift motion. He grabbed his jeans next, stepping into them and tugging them into place before fastening the button and belt.
He opened the car door and stepped out, the sound of his shoes faint against the ground as he moved around to the driverâs side. Once there, he opened the door, slid into the seat, and adjusted it slightly, his hands steady as they found the steering wheel.
"But Iâll really need your help to understand these maps," he pouted. "Iâm a mathematician, but this type of technology is a no for me."
You sighed, sitting down next to him after putting your clothes back on. "I hope this place is actually relaxing and interesting."
"Letâs go, darling," he said with a smile. "Iâm paying for it anyway."
"Rich bastard."
And the engine roared to life
