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Could you please write something with Blood Brother Sean? For example the reader is vacationing and catches his interest, they meet multiple times in the city and maybe become a bit more intimate over time? Could either be a full fic or a short oneshot if you don’t like the idea. IM DESPERATE 😭 also love your writing style!!!!!

༄˖°. who do you think you are ? .ೃ࿔*:･

my very first request!! i’m so pleased!!! sorry this took so long to come out, exam szn ya know. please enjoy!!

sean diaz x gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟ nsfw

5.8k words (my longest fic so far. lucky you xx)

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The raging sun burnt the skin covering your arms as you strained pushing the deep burgundy Corolla. Your friend, Felicity, nearly collapsed against the back bumper next to you. She groaned out loud.

“Fuck, I can’t do this!” She declared to no one in particular. You wiped the sweat on your forehead and plopped down next to her, wincing at the pain of the scorching hot asphalt seeping through your clothes.

You lazily fanned yourself off with your hand, “What are we supposed to do about this? What can we do about this?”

Your mind went totally blank at solutions. How could you think of one when the heat beating down on you and Felicity made your mind go fuzzy? And the dire situation you were in didn’t help. Your gaze nervously flitted; the sun was way above your head but climbing across the sky quickly, nobody was driving on this road for miles, and even if there was, there was little chance either you or Felicity would be able to get help from them keeping in mind your very limited Spanish vocabulary.

You were hot. And uncomfortable. And starving.

Tense, grim silence settled between the both of you as you let your head hit the back of your car. You never thought about what it’d feel like to burn and starve to death, but you sure were getting a taste of it now.

You nearly came to terms with your mortality when Felicity gasped, perking up. Your lidded eyes lazily drifted to her.

“I know someone who can help!”

You rolled your eyes as you shielded your eyes from the sun, “You just now thought of somebody?”

“He’s like a mile down this road and he’s the best mechanic I know in Puerto Lobos!”

“A mile!?” You repeated, your hand dropping to your side. It was quickly clutched to your chest upon feeling the hot sting of the black asphalt.

Felicity was on her feet, temporarily blocking the sun’s assault on you. “Come on, we only need to push the car for… maybe 20 more minutes?”

Twenty. Whole. Minutes.

Well.

You reached out for Felicity’s hands and grunted when your own hands slipped out of them with little to no friction. You wiped the sweat off your hands on your pants and tried again, letting Felicity pull you up to your feet. You heaved a breath, whispering a quick ‘thank you’, and turned to the damned brick causing this mess.

Just twenty more minutes.

A third of an hour stretched into more than half as the Corolla’s tires rolled towards your destination. Felicity tried to start small talk but not much was said between the two of you when all you could manage were stifled grunts. You almost moaned with relief when you spotted a quaint garage slapped in between a couple shops. It was a little busier around this area, but few cars drove into the garage.

You guys would probably be the only ones in there.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins at the thought of finally resting. Spanish bounced around the cluttered garage as you rolled your car over the curb and past the open garage door. You slumped against the trunk, nearly cursing out loud from exhaustion but you just barely remembered your manners.

Your eyes swept the repair shop.

Tools you could barely name were hung up on the walls, barrels were pushed into corners, and the strong scent of diesel overwhelmed your nostrils. A lanky and clearly agitated teenage boy lugging around a tire emerged from a side room. He gave you a judgemental look up and down before yelling out.

“Sean, there’s people here for you.” Heavy footsteps sounded from behind you. You whipped your head around.

“Ugh, Daniel, if this is another prank—“

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. You thought you were seeing double when a man with nearly the same face as… ‘Daniel’ walked out from a hallway. But, upon closer inspection, this Sean had facial hair, a scar brandished on his cheek, and a black artificial left eye. His furrowed thick dark eyebrows relaxed at the sight of you and Felicity. The corners of his lips worked up just slightly.

Felicity ran up to him, greeting him with some handshake you paid no mind to. You couldn’t stop looking.

Black hair slightly curling at the ends fell over his sweaty forehead, licking at his eyelashes. He needed a trim, or a headband, but you prayed he wouldn’t find his way to either. Sean had a confident stride. His fingers were blackened with oil and grease, and it rubbed off on Felicity’s clothes when they went for a hug.

His mouth was moving. He was speaking, but you didn’t hear anything, too entranced. You barely thought to close your mouth when he turned to address you, slowly repeating your name after Felicity introduced him to you.

You swore his eyes got sparklier when he stuck his hand out, “I’m Sean. Nice meeting you.”

You abruptly came to your senses and realized just how sweaty your palm was. You timidly wiped it off on your legs before taking his hand and shaking it. “Likewise…” you stammered.

“You wanna tell me what you’re doing all the way out here?” He put his hands on his hips and smirked as he shifted his weight to one leg.

As Felicity explained your guys’ desperate situation, you kept to yourself. You thought if your eyes lingered on Sean for a second longer, you’d implode and splatter your insides all over the garage. But, Sean, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. While Felicity was explaining how the Corolla wouldn’t budge even with the pedal glued to the floor, Sean was meeting your gaze and chuckling to himself when you instinctually looked away. You let Felicity handle everything since she seemed somewhat close to Sean and faded into the background, looking around the repair shop in lieu of engaging in the conversation.

Your mind drifted. Sean was wearing a faded black t-shirt with short sleeves, exposing his stained arms. You bet you could chalk up how toned his forearms were to all the work he did, fixing busted up cars and carrying large parts. There were fans parked in nearly every crevice of the room, but you could imagine they went out of order at times, forcing him to change into thinner tops or forgo wearing a shirt altogether. Oh, the conditions the unbearably hot weather would put Sean in.

Suddenly, your flushed skin looked less like a consequence of you putting in work under the sun and more like the result of a straying train of thought. Daniel walked up to you, offering you a bottle of cold water. The condensation clung to the plastic enticingly. You took the bottle and gave your thanks with a small smile. He didn’t smile back.

Your friend found a seat to lounge in around the garage while Sean approached you. He lifted the hood of your car and peered into the guts. “This yours?” He grinned at you.

“Er, yeah,” you mumbled. “Got it for my 16th.”

“Heh, I was supposed to get a car for my 17th, too, but that… didn’t really work out.” Sean reached for his belt and pulled out a tool you didn’t recognize.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I bet you ride super hot cars now, right?”

He mirrored your small smirk. “You could say that. I… have a low rider for fun, but I drive around in a tiny little compact truck.”

“When did you get it?” You turned towards the hood of the car.

“As soon as I got to Mexico. Some guy was just… giving it away and I had to snatch it up before anybody else could. I basically saved her.”

You giggled. “What a savior.”

You were metaphorically glued to Sean’s side as he fixed your car, getting to know him and how much he loved drawing in sketchbooks and using ink, listening to bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers on a busted MP3 player, and skateboarding whenever he found the time to practice. You had to, on multiple occasions, school your adoring gummy expression. Slight tremors plagued your features at the thought of Sean catching onto your infatuation with him. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling the same way, but damn if your feelings were outed first.

Two hours passed without you even feeling it. You had it in you to feel a little embarrassed. For the past two hours you’ve been following Sean around like a puppy, looking over his shoulder and even sitting down next to his mechanic creeper when he went to look under the car. Sean never made you feel stupid or annoying for constantly pestering him. Maybe he liked the attention. Maybe he was waiting for you to realize it on your own and correct yourself.

You sighed.

You scooted back and planted your hands and feet on the floor, preparing to shift your weight so you could stand. Sean’s hand reached out from under the car and hesitated. It looked as if he was about to grab your ankle to stop you from moving away

“Uh— W-where… are you going?” Sean stuttered.

Stuttered.

Sean’s stuttering around you.

You slowly lowered yourself back to the ground. “Nowhere.”

You found it so difficult to hide your overly enthusiastic smile. It’s not like you had to. The only person you were worried about seeing you like this had his head stuck under the front bumper.

“So… about that concert,” Sean reminded you.

You perked up. “Oh, yeah! It was so good. Really immersive. The only downside is my friend and I, not Felicity, paid for nosebleeds, so we had to watch most of the show from…”

Your gaze wandered as you described your first ever concert experience and unfortunately it landed on Felicity. She was definitely comfortable, butt tucked into a tower of tires and limbs splayed out haphazardly. She quirked her eyebrows up at you suggestively, pursing her lips and making kissy noises. You rolled your eyes and attempted to ignore her.

You were in the middle of dissecting one of your favorite sons from your teenagehood when Sean rolled out, visibly dirtied up. You quieted immediately, eyes widening with piqued interest. He was wearing a pleased smirk.

“Try starting your car,” he ordered proudly.

You scrambled to your feet and fished your keys out of your pocket. Sean fully stood up and moved out of the way. You opened the driver’s side door, shoved the keys into the ignition, and started the car.

Purring like a kitten.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, thank you!” You shouted, locking eyes with Sean from inside the car. You stumbled out. “How much do I pay you? I think I left my wallet somewhere…” You trailed off as you patted your pockets.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me.” Your jaw dropped.

“Seriously? No, you can’t do that,” you frantically shoved your hand into your thinning wallet.

Sean’s hands clasped over yours. “I promise it’s fine,” he pleaded softly.

Oh. Okay.

You shyly maintained eye contact with Sean as Felicity groaned.

“Can we get out of here now?”

Barely a week passed without you bothering your friend about how much you wanted to see Sean again. It’s not like you had any real reason to get up and see him, anyway. Your car was working just fine. You weren’t even using it much these days, opting to explore Puerto Lobos on foot.

But… maybe you could find a reason to see him.

Or rather make one?

You stood over your car with your hands on your hips, peering into its guts. You felt like an evil surgeon deciding its fate. You didn’t know shit about cars and knew even less about what could be easily broken without much consequence. The alleyway you had stowed your car in was anything but quiet, clouding your mind and making it that much harder to think, but soon you decided. A tiny red thing that fits in your pocket. Your car did make a soft noise when you removed it but Sean could handle that himself.

You steeled yourself to push your car down the block, blissfully ignoring the concerned bystanders. Your muscles ached and burned, still affected by the whole ordeal two days prior, but you had a one track mind. Instead of Sean welcoming you into the garage with open arms and a beaming expression, you were met with Daniel’s teenage angst.

“What are you doing back here?” He grumbled as you wiped your hands off on your shorts.

“Ah,” you gestured to your car, “my car won’t start.”

You held his deadpan stare for a few agonizingly silent moments before he opened his mouth. “Have you tried putting the keys in the ignition?”

Is this kid serious? “Yes, I’ve tried that.”

“Let me look at it,” Daniel said begrudgingly, pushing himself off the desk he was leaning on.

Wait. Shit.

You didn’t push your car down the block just so your target’s sassy little brother could fix your car before you could even see him. You searched for an excuse for why Daniel couldn’t put his hands on your car in a frenzy, eyes batting around the garage. You prepared wholeheartedly to lie.

“Uh, you know, maybe—“

“Daniel, who are you talking to like that?”

Your head turned on a swivel towards the familiar soft voice.

Fuck, it was Sean. Sean, who was clearly reeling back from a particularly heavy nap, was shirtless and standing right behind you. Deep lines were imprinted across his chest, running over intricate tattoos that you so desperately wanted a closer look at. His a-little-too-big jeans hung low on his hips. Low enough for the waistband of his pinstriped boxers to peek.

You pressed your lips into a tight line to stifle any embarrassing sound that might come out.

Lidded, sleepy eyes landed on you and widened. “Oh. Hey.”

Suddenly Sean had it in him to be self conscious, wrapping his arms around his own waist and blushing. You’d smile at his shyness if you weren’t as — if not more — flustered than him.

“Hey…” You repeated back bashfully. At the back of your mind, you could hear Daniel making his departure known with an exaggerated sigh.

“Sorry, I’ll go get dressed properly—“

Your hands stuck out in protest.

“W-wait, no—!” What the fuck were you doing? “It’ll, um… be quick!”

Sean raised an eyebrow, “Okay… What’s up with your car? I just saw you a few days ago.”

You pulled a nervous smile as you prepared to lie through your teeth again. “Thing won’t start,” you shrugged, “just… ka-put.”

‘Ka-put’? You mentally pinched yourself. You couldn’t be acting a fool in front of Sean like this.

“Let me see…” Sean popped the hood of your car and swept the components with his eyes. A small smile started to creep on his lips. He looked back at you with a soft smirk and your stomach dropped.

He stretched out an open hand, “Give it to me.”

“… Give what to you?” Your lower lip trembled as you spoke. You swore Sean could smell the fear on you.

His smirk broadened. “You know what. Give it to me.”

You couldn’t keep eye contact with him as you shoved your hand in your pocket and dug out the rotor arm. You dropped it into his waiting palm like a dog spitting out something it wasn’t even supposed to have in its mouth.

Sean snickered as he fixed the rotor arm back into your car. “Did you fuck with your car on purpose?”

“… No.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Rotor arms don’t just fall off out of nowhere,” Sean crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side.

“Well…” you shook your head, “mine does.”

Sean leaned into your personal space and you steeled yourself, drawing a deep breath and holding it, unmoving. You stubbornly held his gaze.

“Why’d you do that? Hm?”

“I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Did you want to come and see me?”

You flushed with embarrassment. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“You know you could’ve just… asked,” Sean’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I want to hang out with you, too.”

You swallowed thickly. This was too close and too intimate for two people who met a week ago. But Sean was so clearly into you, and you were so intensely entranced by him. What could go wrong?

“… Do you want to hang out?”

Sean grinned so sincerely it made your chest hurt. “Yeah. Let me put some clothes on.”

You let Sean go get situated without a hitch, and suddenly you were left alone with your own thoughts.

You suggested the two of you hang out and he just… agreed. Without even asking where you guys would go or what you would do. Maybe Sean had a place in mind, which would explain why he accepted without missing a beat. Had he thought about this as much as you did? Did he mull over places to take you? Was he thinking about you during that week you guys were apart?

Are you insane for turning this into something deeper when the two of you barely knew each other?

You chewed on your nail. You never chewed your nails. But you had to put this energy somewhere. Fuck, your heart was hammering in your chest and your palms started to dampen with sweat. This was the worst time to second guess yourself — minutes after securing a somewhat date with the guy you liked.

Weighted footsteps saved you from being too lost in your own head. A hand gently tugged your wrist away from your face.

“Nervous?” Sean asked. Now he was wearing a loose gray sleeveless top.

You chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah…”

“Don’t be. We’re just gonna drive around, probably stop near the beach.”

“If we’re gonna stop near the beach,” you started before walking around your car and opening the trunk. Inside was a 6-pack of beers that wasn’t even broken into yet. Sean tilted his head, bewildered but smiling.

“Did you already have this or did you put it in your car just for this? You know, since you planned this.”

“It just,” you shrugged, “wounded up in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Sean giggled as he wrapped his fingers around the handle and lifted the pack. You fondly watched the muscles in his arms tense up before realizing what he was doing.

“Uhm, where are you taking it?”

“I have a cooler of ice we can put it in.”

You chuckled, following his footsteps without a second thought. “Just lying around.”

“Well, yeah,” Sean said. “I was expecting you.”

That was weird. Why did he say that? You tilted your head to the side and squinted, mulling over Sean’s answer in your head. Your lips parted in preparation to ask a question, for clarification, but Sean had already disappeared around a corner. You hurried to catch up to him.

You trotted behind him through the storage room and out the back door to the beachside of the garage. There, a small white truck waited for the two of you, frying in the summer heat. Grains of sand stuck to peeling paint and that did nothing but add to its charm. In the bed of the truck was a cooler, already filled to the brim with ice. Your eyes followed Sean’s every movement as he opened it and scooped ice cubes out to make room.

“So…” you kicked up some sand, “what did you mean by that?”

“Mean by what?” He smirked over his shoulder.

“Why were you expecting me?”

“Well… Your car wasn’t going to last long without another trip to the garage.”

You fought back a wide and knowing smile, crossing your arms. “And why is that?”

“I just… moved some things around. No harm, no foul, right?”

Christ. Of course the two of you lunatics would tamper with your poor car in order to see each other again. “I guess that makes us even.”

Sean flashed you a charming smile before closing the cooler once the last beer bottle was snugly tucked in between the ice. He rounded the truck and climbed into the driver’s side. You mirrored him, sliding into the passenger’s seat. Comfortable silence blanketed the car as Sean started it up. You could feel the engine rumbling underneath you, the vibration loosening your anxieties. His truck stumbled off the beach and onto the main road, eagerly rolling after the setting sun.

The two of you passed playful quips back and forth as the scenery changed around you. You weren’t paying attention to how buildings were starting to space out or how the grass looked considerably drier the farther you went down the road. The conversation you were having with Sean was too entertaining to notice anything else.

Only when Sean parked at the edge of a cliff and turned off the ignition did you realize where you were.

Your head turned on a swivel as you surveyed your surroundings. Rock and loose dirt stretched out for miles behind you, the quaint town you were just in appearing as tiny dots in the distance. Laid out below the cliff were vibrant blue waters splashing onto an empty beach. The sun bounced off the ocean, making it shimmer enticingly.

You clamped your open mouth shut once you saw Sean smiling at you, looking all smug.

“Gorgeous, right?” He said.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Really pretty.”

The two of you crawled into the bed of the trunk, right next to the red cooler covered with condensation. You cracked the trunk open and grabbed a beer, whistling low when the frigid glass hit your skin. You passed it to Sean and he accepted it with a grateful smile. Your fingers lingered on the bottle for a second too long before you let go. Sean spotted this, of course, and you knew because his gaze so hesitantly tore away from your face. You could hear the satisfying hiss of Sean opening his beer next to you as you grabbed your own.

You leaned against the cabin of the car, fondly watching the sun dip behind the horizon. Sean tilted the neck of his bottle towards you. You flashed a toothy grin as you tilted yours, the glass meeting with a clink. You always forgot how bitter the first sip of beer was with you drinking alcohol so sparsely, but you got over the taste quickly.

You could feel your spine loosening up, your tongue relaxing in your mouth. Fuck, this is why you didn’t drink. It became so much easier for you to just say what was on your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on trying to keep your inhibitions.

A hand gently patted your thigh and you tried your hardest not to jerk.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay, you’re just…” You trailed off.

Sean’s dark eyebrows rose. He leaned closer to you. “I’m just… what?”

“I don’t know. You’re here and… I like you a lot. I don’t know what to do with myself.” Holy shit. You barely even drank from your beer and you were just letting everything spill. “Sean?”

The man in question chewed on his bottom lip before answering. “Yeah?”

You wordlessly sipped your beer as you held eye contact with Sean. Something deep in you stirred just from watching him hide his widening smile behind his bottle. The warmth of the sun lazily lifted off your skin, leaving a comforting chill behind. You were annoyed with how relaxed you were, your eyelids getting increasingly heavier as the alcohol neared the bottom of the bottle. You didn’t flinch when Sean’s hand cupped the nape of your neck.

“Lightweight?” He asked, thumb rubbing circles into your flushed skin. You nodded meekly.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “me, too.”

You sucked your lower lip in between your teeth, which drew Sean’s keen eyes to your mouth. You felt the brush of Sean’s breath against your skin and couldn’t remember how your faces got this close. Your gaze flickered between Sean’s lips and his dilated pupils. Your hand found the junction where Sean’s neck connected to his shoulder and rested there.

Waves crashed into the shore, crickets chirped from their hiding places in the tall, dry grass, and the heavy, labored breathing shared between the two of you were the only sounds that could be heard for miles. Sean’s lips were so close. Just right there. All you had to do was lean forward.

You parted your own lips and inched closer. Sean just slightly backed away, barely missing your mouth. Your heart sank.

His fingers gripped the back of your neck a little tighter, but not to the point it hurt. Just enough for you to be aware of his hand and where he had you.

“You wanna kiss me?”

You nodded shyly, not quite meeting Sean’s eyes. His other hand held your jaw.

“Come on…” he nudged, brushing his thumb against your chin. He wanted you to talk. Fuck.

“… Yes. I wanna kiss you.”

Humiliation burned your face. You didn’t know your voice could sound so vulnerable and wimpy.

His hands led your lips to his, the skin connecting for a soft kiss. You pursed your lips for another kiss before Sean could pull you away. The quiet wet smack coaxed a low-pitched whine out of you.

“It’s good? You liked it?” Sean murmured into your mouth. You could only whimper in response.

“… You wanna kiss me again?” A small smile twitched on his lips. He was too smug, enjoying this more than he should. You shook your head this time.

Your kisses cascaded down Sean’s jaw, his neck, the sliver of collarbone that was exposed by his muscle tee as you shifted to straddle his legs. Sean panted above you. His hands lost themselves on your scalp.

“Wh… what are you—“

You peeked up at him, locking eyes. Your mouth paused on his skin and your hands froze just above his waist. You waited for a go-ahead as patiently as you could, blissfully ignoring the way your heart was damn near jumping out from your mouth.

Sean murmured a curse under his breath out of pure wonderment. His hands stroked your face graciously before pulling your head against his chest, planting a kiss along your hairline.

You parted to scoot back, clutch his hips, and drag them forward. Your hands massaged the heated skin of Sean’s abdomen, hiking his shirt up his torso. Your head dipped to litter kisses along the ridges. A full-body shiver shook you as your lips grazed the dark hairs leading from Sean’s navel to below the waistband of his jeans. You lifted your head and found Sean watching you with parted lips and bated breath.

“You wanna…?” You whispered.

Sean’s hands were already on his belt. “Ah, yeah, hold on…”

The accessory was loosened enough for him to comfortably unzip his fly. Drool leaked from your mouth and landed on his jeans as he pushed the waistband further down his thighs, soaking into the fabric. You quickly wiped your lips in hopes Sean didn’t notice but it was already too late.

He giggled, the sound mocking. He placed a hand on the top of your head and gently pushed down. “You can come closer… if you want.”

“Sorry, I’m… I’m a fucking mess right now, god…” You blabbed pathetically, gaze trained on every movement of his fingers.

“You ever done this before? Would you be able to handle it?”

“Mhm…” You had never even been near someone’s crotch like this. Your pulse was racing underneath your tongue and this was the most nervous you felt ever.

“… But you still need help, don’t you?”

This was so humiliating. This was so humiliating and you were actively enjoying the way Sean was talking down to you. You nodded again, slow and docile as Sean held your chin with one hand. “Yes…”

You let Sean pull his own boxers down, gulping down a deep breath when his cock gently tapped your lower lip. Your mouth instinctually opened, coaxing a quiet chuckle out of Sean. You wanted to hate how much he was amused by your antics. You wanted to hate it so desperately. But there was no denying how every demeaning offhanded comment made your mind feel fuzzier.

You pouted as Sean softly smacked his tip against your lip all while wearing a bitten back, perverse smile.

“Sean…” You pleaded.

“Hehe, right, I’m sorry, mi angel,” he said with a shameless expression, clearly unapologetic.

His thumb delicately pried your mouth open. Your attention was averted to Sean’s focused face. His lower lip was held in between his teeth as he so tenderly fed his cock into your mouth. Your jaw went slack as it tried to accommodate the weight on your tongue. The sensation was addicting, curling warm pleasure in between your thighs, you had to have more.

You pushed your head forward a little too deep, a little too fast, and tragically choked when the head of Sean’s dick slammed into the back of your throat. You were forced to pull your mouth off of him and try to catch your breath, blubbering like an idiot as Sean panicked over you.

Sean’s fingers caressed your jaw. “Fuck, are you okay!? Was that too much?”

“No, I was just…” you mumbled dumbly, “being stupid.”

You bent down and tried again, timidly taking Sean’s cock in your hand. This time, you pressed your lips against the weeping head, staining your bottom lip with precome. This earned you a low groan from Sean. His fingers stroked your hair as a method of encouragement. You kitten-licked the wet slit beading out precome while your fingers slightly tightened around his base. Sean’s free hand slid to wrap over yours.

You left a few more kisses on the sensitive skin before languidly slipping it into your mouth, as much as you could. You didn’t want a repeat of what happened a second ago so you took your time. Dark hair tickled your nose when you fitted most of Sean into your mouth. God, this was the most indulgent situation you had ever found yourself in — sucking the dick of some guy you met a week ago on a vacation to Mexico in the bed of his truck.

You moaned deeply, the vibration rumbling through Sean’s cock and luring a matching, high pitched sound from Sean.

You placed a hand on his stomach for leverage and let his cock fall mostly out of your mouth in one fell swoop before catching it again. Fuck, you were so sure you were making a fool out of yourself, moving so awkwardly. You peeked at him, fully expecting Sean to be watching you with a bored expression, like he would prefer doing anything else.

His eyes were incredibly wide and star-struck. Sean wasn’t watching you with a smug face and a teasing comment at the tip of his tongue, but rather drooling and waiting, so eagerly. His needy pout was all you needed to keep going.

Your head bobbed shallowly at the tip of cock as your hand gently worked the rest. Now, you could hear just how much Sean craved you. It was hard to tell what he was saying exactly, as it was all under his breath and in another language, but your ears picked up on a few mentions of your name.

You gradually sped up. It was hard not to say it was overwhelming with how your nose smelt nothing but Sean’s sweat and musk, your mouth and tongue sliding around his dick, and your jaw aching. It was enjoyable, but so much. At least you had a show to watch in front of you. Sean, bent over you, gripping your hair and shuddering. He had been careful not to be too controlling at the start, but now, all the caution was abandoned.

“Tanto talento… such a good mouth,” Sean praised, eyes blissfully shut.

Your hollowed cheeks burned at the indecently whispered compliment. You had to keep going, to see Sean unravel in front of you in real time.

Spit and precome started to dribble down the length of Sean’s cock, making the process all the more smoother. Sean couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore. Not that he had to. The truck was surrounded by nothing but beach and dirt and empty roads. He cried out expletives, guiding your head and pushing when it became too much to bear without coming quickly.

You let Sean practically manhandle you, fucking into your mouth while you squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to gag. Or, at least, gag in a way that was off-putting.

“F-fuck, ugh—“ He sobbed, canting his hips. You held back a noisy whine when he full-on held your head down. Thick, sappy liquid flooded your throat without warning except for a high pitched mewl from Sean.

His body slumped against the cabin of the truck as he sat through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his fingers lingering in your hair. His dick had slipped past your lips and fell onto his stomach, limp and sated. When Sean opened his eyes, panic flashed across his face when he realized you were holding something in your mouth.

“Oh, my god, shit, I-I’m so sorry!” His hands couldn’t find one place to rest. “I should’ve warned you or something, here—“

Sean cupped his hand in front of your mouth.

You stayed frozen.

His eyebrows knitted together. “Come on, spit it out!”

You swallowed thickly. It was salty.

Sean’s mouth hung open in shock as you wiped at your lips. “Why did you do that!?”

“I just… wanted to,” you reasoned simply. “How was that? Did you like it? It actually was my first time, though, sorry.”

Sean let out a breathy laugh as he dragged his hands over his blissed out face. He cupped them around yours.

“It didn’t feel like it was your first time… You’re really good with your mouth, you know,” Sean smirked before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Th-thanks…” You muttered shyly.

Sean turned his head to the abandoned cooler sitting next to the two of you.

“You can try to wash your mouth out with some of the beer we have left over… Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay, Sean,” you reassured him. “I probably would have done that even if you didn’t push me down.”

A smile bordering on cocky curled Sean’s lips. “Would you? The next time?”

“… The next time?”

“Yeah… the next time you’re back here.”

You chuckled, “Sean, I’m here for another week. Are you that excited to do this all over again?”

Sean bit back a grin watching you laugh. “Well, give me your number at least. I… want to be able to talk to you whenever I want.”

“So demanding…” you teased, patting Sean’s thigh. “I think my phone’s still inside the car. Wait here, I’ll go get it.”

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