smut, oral (f!recieving), praise, pet names (Baby, pretty girl, babe, pretty baby, honey, sweetheart, doll, sweet thing, sugar), car sex, spitting, drooling, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it),
not a request or anything tbh I just felt like it
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The music was loud, and you waited patiently for the drink you had ordered. You had to admit, the bright flashing lights of the club were getting to your head. Or, maybe it was the alcohol. While glancing around, your eyes landed on a tall, dark-haired man looking towards you. You quickly downed your drink as the bartender set it in front of you, getting up off the barstool and making your way over to the man.
"Hey there, what's your name?"
You were caught off guard by the man's words, not expecting him to speak first, and to be so casual about it.
"I'm Y/N. I, uhm, I saw you. Over at the bar, thought you were cute. Let's talk." You lightly patted the man's arm, and he looked down, chuckling.
"I think you're drunk, honey." He teased, but you saw him cast a knowing glance over to the man he was talking to, and the man quickly disappeared into the crowds of people.
"Mayybe, maybe just a little tipsy. Honest! I haven't had that much. And besides, who isn't right now? Hey, what's your name?"
The man just couldn't seem to wipe the goofy grin off of his face. He was amused. "I'm Tom, and I'm not drinking. Yet at least, gotta see where the night takes me." He brought his hand up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, his full focus being on how the bright lights flickered around your frame.
"You, and I mean this in a good way, look like you pick flowers and make flower crowns. I like it." Tom couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips, glancing around to find his friends, who were all sitting in a booth. He nodded his head over towards said booth, grinning.
"You wanna come sit with me? Could use a little more conversation starter, and I think you're gonna be fun."
You nodded, following close behind him by holding onto the back of his black-cover up. He motioned for you to slide into the booth before him, and you happily obliged.
"You guys look really cool, like super heroes I think. And you have pretty clothes." You spoke, leaning your head against the wall behind you. "Tom, can we get more to drink?"
"Sure, sweetheart, it's gonna be some water, though." Tom laughed a bit, but called a worker over, even after your whine.
"Bag you a drunk one, Tom?" One of the men spoke, but this one with long blonde hair.
Shortly, a couple glasses of ice water were delivered to the booth. "Look, water. It's good for you. Drink up, doll."
You let out a huff and shook your head, but Tom already had a glass in his hand and the other hand on the back of your head, albeit gentle. He brought the glass to your lips, and you drank it as slowly as he guided you. Pulling away once he was momentarily satisfied, he chuckled a little at the smudged lipstick on your chin from the glass. Bringing a hand to your chin, he used his thumb to swipe the lipstick away.
Your heart was beating incredibly fast, and it was if all the heat from your body and the alcohol all travelled down to your belly.
After a few hours of more water, flirting from the men at the table, and the ache that was forming in your head and between your thighs, Tom decided to call it a night, pulling you up with him, and wrapping an arm around your waist. The men made sly little jokes about Tom and his hotel room, but Tom only smiled and waved them goodbye as he turned with you towards the door, putting his coat over your shoulders before leaving the building.
"I'm gonna drive you home. Did you take a car here?" Tom hummed, opening the passenger door of his car, giving you a moment to respond.
"No, I just took a cab. This is a nice car, you sure you're okay with my nasty little gremlin self in here? I can just get another cab, Tom, it's really okay." You paused before you got in to look at him for approval, to which he nodded and smiled, closing the door once you were in and situated.
Rounding the car, he got into the drivers seat, already starting the car. He didn't bother with his seatbelt, only reaching over to help you with yours, his hand grazing lightly across your chest. "Safety first, you know. Now, directions?"
In your mind, there was no doubt that he was well aware of what he was doing to you. You clenched your thighs together tightly, and he only chuckled and looked towards the road as he began pulling out of the parking lot.
"Oh, yeah, just go straight for about the first mile or two. I tell you where to turn." You watched him in admiration as he nodded, doing exactly what you had said.
"I'm sorry again for tonight. I didn't mean to practically jump you."
"Trust me, it was no bother. It was a little funny watching you reluctantly sober up for me, though." Tom chuckled again, but he brought his hand down onto your thigh, rubbing with his thumb as he drove. "I had actually been eyeing you for a minute or two. Was hoping you'd look over and notice me, as pussy as it sounds."
"You were-?" You stole a couple glanced down to the hand on your thigh, and you couldn't resist scooting forward just the slightest bit, in an almost desperate attempt for him to touch you more.
Tom looked over to you for a moment, laughing and giving your thigh a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Oh yeah, and when you came over to me? Could've sworn you were going to tell me off for staring. But that's okay, cause you know you liked it." Tom teased, his grin not faltering.
"Who said? I totally could've been going over there to kick your ass! Don't doubt me, mister." You leaned forward to peer down the road, pointing to a street to the right of you. "Turn right here."
Tom did as instructed before turning to give her a 'be so ffr" face. "And how would you do that? What are you, 3'2"?"
"I am average height, you are just a giraffe." You gave a playful huff, crossing your arms.
"Oh yeah?" Tom only grinned and pulled into a random movie theater parking lot, reaching over and beginning to tickle your sides. He moved so he was leaning over your thrashing and laughing body, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand to hold you back from fighting him, and raising them above your head.
"How're you gonna kick my ass now?" He finally paused his ferocious tickling, looking down at you.
Panting, you couldn't bring yourself to respond to Tom, out of smart-ass remarks. The silence was deafening. As his smile slowly faded, he leaned in closer to you, connecting your lips softly.
He released your hands, letting his own come down to cup your face. Turning his head so he could melt into you further, he began to slowly pull away.
"Was that okay?" Tom asked. All you did in response was tangle your hands in his hair and nod. You pulled him back down, humming as you kissed him once again.
With your reassurance, his kiss got a little more passionate.
Your lips molded together so perfectly, it was almost unfair that the two of you had to pull away to breathe. You tugged gently on his hair, and he let out a low groan, the switch in his pants immediately flicking on.
"Baby, do you know how beautiful you look right now?" Tom panted out, staring directly at you and your glistening, your slightly ruffled hair, and how your dress rode up so close to your cunt, it was enough to get him all hot and bothered.
"Backseat?" You finally spoke, eyes roaming over Tom's body. He nodded, pulling the middle seat down to create a passage to the backseat. You went first, crawling into the back. Tom couldn't help but stare as you got into the back, eyes glued to your ass. He bit his tongue and crawled in after you.
He pulled you by your hips towards him, moving your legs so they rested on his own hips. You pulled him back into another kiss by his shirt, wrapping your leg around his waist to pull him closer.
"Well, aren't you a little vixen?" Tom spoke between kisses, grinning into the kiss. He rolled his hips into you slowly, earning a gasp from you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, already pressing it against yours.
As your tongues danced together, your fingers desperately tried to undo his belt. He caught your hands once again, pulling them away from his pants as his lips left yours. "Not yet, baby, gonna take care of you first."
You let out a weak whimper, but were quickly silenced by the feeling of his warm lips on your neck. He intertwined your fingers with his, placing open-mouth kisses along the cut of your dress.
"Fuck, Tom-- please. . ." You whined, lifting your hips to rub against his growing bulge.
"Please what, my pretty girl? Want me to touch you? Is that right?" Tom pulled away from your chest, sinking down towards the place you needed him most.
"Yes--! Need you t'touch me." Tom grinned at that, but very slowly peeled your dress up to reveal your underwear. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder as he came to face your clothed core, pressing a gentle kiss right above the wet spot that was forming in your panties.
You attempted to push your hips closer to his face, but he only wrapped his arms under and around your thighs to hold you still. He gently ran his tongue along your slicked underwear, and you threw your head back with another loud whine. He was eating you out through your underwear, and you thought you were going to scream at the lewd sight unfolding right below you.
He eventually had your panties tugged down off your legs, and shoved into the back pocket of his leather jeans.
He pressed his face back into your heat, nose bumping into your swelling clit as he ran his tongue through your folds. Your hands found his hair, tugging at the roots. He groaned into your clit, and your thighs attempted to close in around Tom's face. This time, he allowed you to close his head in, using one of his hands to press down on your lower abdomen, which only increased the amount of pleasure flowing through your body.
He looked up at you, locking eye contact while he sucked and lapped at your sensitive bud.
"T-Tom, I'm so close, please Don't stop, please--!" You cried, your hips bucking into his face as he spit onto your cunt and spread it through your folds with his tongue. He stuck his tongue inside of you, nose rubbing at your clit and that was what caused your vision to blur and your thighs to clench once more around Tom's head.
You landed as you came down from your high, and Tom returned to your face, hand coming to squeeze your jaw, opening it so he could spit into your mouth.
"Taste that? Don't you taste so good, sweetheart? Swallow, baby, be a good girl f'me."
You did as he said, and he ran his thumb over your lips gently, before kissing you once again. He pulled off of your mouth, before grabbing your hips. "Gotta flip you over, hon."
You were still dizzy from your previous orgasm, and shakily flipped over onto your knees and hands. Tom unzipped the back of your dress, setting it carefully on the floor. He began to undo his belt, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it onto the floor next to your dress. He unzipped his jeans, tugging them down his thighs.
"You sure you want to go all the way? We can stop now if you want, beautiful." He gently rubbed his hands over your back and your ass, squeezing when he reached your hips.
"N-no, please don't stop, want you inside." You begged, pressing your hips back into him, drawing a grunt from deep within his chest.
"Okay, okay, baby. Hold on, sweet thing." Tom pressed himself into you, almost immediately brushing against your g-spot. You let out a loud moan, but quickly swallowed it the best you could.
Tom leaned over your frame, placing kisses up your spine as he waited oh so patiently for you to adjust. "You gotta tell me when you're ready, honey. Don't want to hurt you." He nuzzled his face into your neck, more kissing and sucking ensuing.
You felt his lips curl into a grin when you let out a whine.
"Tom, gotta. . . Gotta feel you, please, please." You begged, as if at any moment he could just vanish from thin air and leave you so desperate and needy.
"What're you begging for, baby? Want me to give it to you that bad, huh?" Tom just gently gave a small roll of his hips into you, his arms wrapping under you to secure himself to your body. He was already pussy-drunk, and he hadn't even started fucking you yet.
You let out a audible gasp when he shifted, knocking your head back. He was mounting you like a fucking animal and it drove you wild. You could feel yourself clenching hard around his cock, but you just couldn't help it. Especially when you could hear his grunts and feel his stomach tense up everytime it happened.
Your elbows buckled when he began his slow thrusts, landing into the leather seat below you. Tom pulled up and chuckled, both of his hands coming to rest on your waist to pull your hips back into his, earning a shrill cry of pleasure from you.
The air inside the car was thick and moist from both of your guy's panting, and the windows were starting to fog up so thick that it was opaque.
Tom began thrusting harder, angling his hips up into you. His hair had begun sticking to his face, and his head was ducked down to look at you.
He was so pleasure-ridden that he hadn't even noticed he was drooling all over your back and his own face. And that's when he realized you hadn't made any recent noise louder than a mumble or slur of incoherent noises. He slowed, hips coming to a stop before he pulled you up by the shoulders. He sat back onto his knees, holding you tight to his chest and resting his face on your shoulder to get a look at your face.
You had sweat beading around your entire frame, a soft smile plastered on your lips, and breathing staggered and deep as you melted into his hold, letting him buck up into you from below.
"God, you look so gorgeous all fucked out for me. Oh, so sweet, baby, so good for me. You like being used as a pretty hole to fuck? Come on now, gotta use your words." Tom licked a line from your shoulder to your jaw, hands coming around to start playing with your tits.
"Yes, Tom, feels s-so. . . So good, so big. ." You hummed out, lazy arm coming up to rake through his hair as your hips stuttered and jerked from the overstimulation you were already experiencing.
Tom started to increase his pace at that, turning your head for you so he could kiss you sloppily, his teeth clashing against yours at the sudden impact. He pushed his tongue against yours, easily dominating and exploring your mouth.
One of his arms wrapped around your waist, and the other slid down to your clit and started rubbing at it. When you started clenching around his cock again is when he felt himself starting go near his climax, hips jerking up into you rapidly.
The small, quiet gasps and whimpers that came from you as Tom filled you with his spunk only spurred him on to continue his thrusts, which slowed to a stop shortly after your back arched and your nails began digging into his forearms.
The both of you panted as you came down from your highs together, and he leaned back into the seat, pulling you into his lap once again.
"You okay, sugar? Was I too mean? Talk to me." Tom was fast to make sure you were covered, grabbing his coat to cover you and make you feel more secure.
"Fuck Tom. . Can't. . Can't think smooth." You whispered, cuddling up into his chest. This got a chuckle out of him, and a kiss on your head.
"Hey, you gotta finish the heart." He grinned wildly as he drew the first half of a heart. You let out a hazy giggle, raising your shaky arm and finishing the heart, per his request.
"Cheesy." You mumbled, eyes closing.
"Oh, you really like it." Tom hummed, before a lightbulb went off in his head. He reached down under the seat, careful not to disturb you, and pulled out a Polaroid camera. He snapped a picture of the messy heart, and tossed the developing photo into the front seat as he buttoned his coat up around your naked frame. He slipped you off of him, fixing his pants and shirt back up before laying you down in the back seat.
He got out of the back and got back into the drivers seat, chuckling to himself. Shit, where was he supposed to take you now that you were sleeping? He didn't have the directions to your place?
Tom mentally slapped himself before resting his head on the wheel. He'd just take you to his place.
He could make it up to you in the morning.
