we're gonna have to come back to this bc well this is stupid short but mostly bc I'm having fluff, horny and angsty ideas...
DAY THIRTEEN — CAR SEX
*kinktober masterlist | *ao3
tags : drabble, NSFW, gn + bottom reader, teen!reader/cliff
synopsis : you were suppose to be cuddling, trying to relax before you and cliff had to return home. it turns into a lot more than venting and cuddling.
imagine being in your teens with cliff, you both snuck out because cliff was trying to get away from his parents and he needed your comfort.
he really did just want to cuddle and vent, distract himself from his home life...
but you're alone in his car, cuddling up in the backseat and you're on top if him...
how can he not pull you into a heated kiss, cupping your jaw, and he tries to guide you, but you're so close and your body heat is driving him crazy.
he bumps his head trying to get his pants down, and your worry can't reach him when your naked ass is in his face while you're trying to get the condom and lube out the glove box.
you're both fumbling, trying to find a position that works and cliff is behind you, holding your hips still as he rough stretches you open.
he tears the packet open with his teeth, trying to speak with the foil still in his mouth when you whine, missing his fingers even though something better is coming.
"hol' on, imma take care of you.." cliff purrs, throwing the wrapper on the floor. he'll deal with it later.
he lines himself up, sinking into you.
you're fucking like desperate animals. he's clinging onto you, nuzzling into your neck and placing wet kisses along your neck and shoulder, panting and moaning near your ear.
you drag your hand down the window, pushing back on his cock.
the car rocks with the force of your movements, the windows steam up and you can see your hand print, smudged from your hand dragging down the window and scratched from your fruitless search for purchase.
"cliff! i'm-i'm gonna..!" you pant, moaning wantonly. you reach down between your legs, stroking your sex and trying to keep your body up with one shaky arm, your nails digging into the cheap leather seat.
cliff groans, flexing his sweaty fingers and pistoning into you faster, the sound of your moans mixing with the lewd squelching and skin-against-skin eggs him on, pushing both of you over the edge.
cliff leans over you, his loose hair tickling your back.
you make a mess on the already fucked up seats, your cum / slick dripping on the seat, and you shake and tighten around cliff as you work through your orgasm.
your panting breath is all that's left in the air, and eventually cliff pulls out, your sensitive walls shaking around him, and he wraps everything up along with the takeout bag from earlier.
cliff steps out the car, hiding behind the door as he fixes his jeans.
you fumble about yourself, your hoodie inside out when you put it on.
eventually, you both get situated and look presentable. as presentable a couple of teenagers can brew after fucking in the back of a car.
cliff collapses into the front seat, and you turn to look at each other. you smile and laugh. the gravity of what you got away with sinking in.
cliff leans forward and steals a kiss, then another. "you're good at making me feel better."
you slap his arm, only making his lopsided smile widen.
