could you write noctis x fem reader smut where you guys are getting nasty in his regalia
car sex w noct ۶ৎ
oral (m receiving), car sex, public risk but not really, dom!noct, teasing, slight choking, hair pulling, overstimmm, unsafe driving themes.
words: 1.1k
authors note: i had written something similar to this a while ago but this ones muchhhh better even though the ending was kind of rushed lol. thank u for requesting!!! <33.
— ʚɞ
The engine hummed low beneath you, smooth and powerful as Noctis guided the Regalia along the empty roads. Moonlight painting silver streaks over the hood. His left hand was loose on the steering wheel, but his right rested high on your bare thigh. Thumb making lazy circles just under the hem of your denim shorts.
It was past 1 a.m. The air was heavy with heat, thick with tension—but not because of potential monsters lurking in the shadows. No, it was something electric simmering in the silence between the two of you. The windows were cracked just enough to let in the salty breeze, but nothing was cooling the fire in Noctis’s gaze when he glanced at you sideways.
“You’re awfully quiet over there,” he murmured, his voice low, rough. “Cat got your tongue, baby?”
You turned your head, lips curling in a slow, sinful smirk. “Not yet,” you said, voice just shy of a purr. “But I can think of something that can busy it…”
Noctis’s jaw clenched hard. His grip on your thigh tightened, knuckles whitening.
“Yeah?” he muttered, already breathless from anticipation. “Don’t tease me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
But you were already unbuckling your seatbelt, sliding down, letting your fingers dance over the bulge pressing impatiently behind his jeans. He hissed through his teeth, eyes flicking from the road to you.
“Fuck,” he sighed, trying to keep his cool, both hands on the wheel now like it would ground him. “You’re really gonna do this? Right now?”
You popped the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down with slow, deliberate movements. “Eyes on the road, Prince.” you whispered, leaning in.
He lifted his hips just enough to help you ease his jeans and boxers down, cock springing free. Hard, thick, already glistening at the tip.
You gave it one long, lazy lick, from base to head, savoring the taste of him. Noctis groaned, his right thigh tensed under your hand.
“God, you’re insane.” he grunted, knuckles white on the wheel now, neck veins straining.
You smirked up at him, mouth wrapping around the head of his cock, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as you slowly took more. His breath hitched. You could feel him twitching against your tongue, barely holding himself together.
“Baby,” he gritted out, voice sharp. “You want me to crash this car?”
You didn’t answer. You just hummed around him, vibrating down his length, eyes fluttering closed as he hit the back of your throat. He let out a strangled noise, hips jerking up involuntarily, and you gripped his thigh tighter to hold him still.
“Don’t—don’t do that shit unless you’re ready to pull over and let me fuck you,” he growled. But the way his voice cracked told you he didn’t want you to stop. Not even a little.
You pulled back slowly with a loud pop, licking your lips, glancing up at him with eyes full of mock innocence. “Maybe I want you to.”
“Ahhh,” he snapped, fingers twitching like he was one second away from grabbing your hair and fucking your throat until you cried.
Instead, you dove back in, wetter, deeper, sloppier this time—your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, twisting just right. You moaned again, letting spit drip down his length, making a mess just to watch his control unravel.
His hand finally left the wheel. It threaded hard into your hair, pulling tight—not to guide you, but just to feel. To stay tethered to reality while you pulled him closer to the edge.
He was panting now, thrusting just a little. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your eyes water. Enough to make you choke around him.
“God, your mouth—” he groaned, words slurring into a broken gasp. “You’re gonna make me cum all over your pretty face if you don’t stop.”
You didn’t stop. You sucked harder, hollowed your cheeks again, your tongue dragging over the vein under his cock as your hand pumped in time. You looked up at him through wet lashes, and that was it.
“Fuuuck—I’m—” he growled, hips stuttering.
He didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t need to.
You felt him pulse on your tongue, spilling hot and thick down your throat. You swallowed it all, like the good girl he always says you are, smiling just a little as he trembled under your touch, his head thrown back against the drivers seat, teeth bared in a silent curse.
When he finally looked down, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, he looked like he might murder you—or fuck you into oblivion.
Maybe both.
“You better believe I’m pulling over,” he muttered, already yanking the wheel into the nearest turnout. “I’m not letting you walk away from that without getting fucked.”
And judging by the heat pooling between your thighs, you weren’t about to argue.
With the regalia parked and not a soul around, he leans across the centre console, pushing you back against the door, his mouth crashing down onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss that tastes of desperation.
Noctis’s hands are rough, impatient, yanking at your clothes. Your top comes off first, fumbling with the clasp of your bra with one hand while the other shoves your shorts down and off your thighs. The gear shift digs uncomfortably into your hip, but the discomfort is lost in the sudden, overwhelming surge of his need.
"Back. Now." He whispers against your lips. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, his face flushed.
With a giggle you make your way into the backseat and Noctis is right behind you.
He doesn't wait for permission, already slick with pre-cum and your spit from just a minute ago. You straddle him, his hands instinctively grab your hips.
The confines of the car make it brutal and raw as he slams up into you. Your legs are cramped, your back pressed against the seat behind you, but the sheer, animalistic intensity of it is intoxicating.
He fucks you with the same aggressive, relentless energy he would display if he was fighting off those monsters that are out at this time of night. Fast, hard, taking what he wants. Each thrust making the car rock slightly on its suspension.
"Fuckkkk," he groans, burying his face in your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder as he pounds into you. The scent of him, sweat, sea salt, his cologne, is overwhelming. You cling to him, nails digging into the tough fabric of his black tee your own cries muffled against his skin.
It adds to the raw, illicit thrill. But he pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, a wild, triumphant smirk on his lips.
“Finish what you started, baby. It’s your turn.”
“Noctttt…” you started to protest. Your legs burned, but it felt too good to stop now. So you kept moving your hips slowly.
"This is for teasing me," he pants.
His words had you squeezing around him, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. Suddenly you stopped when you felt his hand snake under your tummy, his fingers rubbing your clit.
He stayed still as you clenched around him, the wet sound of your slick filling the empty air in the car.
“Please move..I-I can’t,” you cried into his neck. Noctis lifted your chin, regretting it almost immediately when he saw how desperate you looked back at him.
“Are you gonna learn something from this?” His restraint was dwindling down with every nod of your head.
“Yes! I promsie i’ll be good from now on, ‘just wanna be fucked Noct.”
He cursed, holding onto you from the curve of your waist as he started thrusting into you.
The pressure in your stomach was building fast and it was becoming harder to stay quiet with each stroke of his cock against your velvety walls. With your hips meeting his—and the pretty little sounds coming from your mouth, Noctis’s head rolled back against the seat as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
His fingers moved faster over your clit, as you came with a cry of his name. He watched you tremble and shake, his thrusts turning sloppy as he pulled out, painting your cunt with his cum.
“God,” he groaned, still gripping his base as he continued to tease your entrance.
“Why didn’t you finish inside me?” You pouted. “
“We’ll save that for when we get home.”
— ʚɞ