Smut Imagines

Public Fucking

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It's late at night as you're on your way home, returning from a party. He places his hand on your exposed thigh, instantly heating your skin, "Do you think that was funny? Teasing me all night. Rubbing your ass against every cock in the fucking place?" His grip on your thigh tightens.

You swallow before letting out a sharp exhale when his hand slowly moves higher, "H/n-"

"Why do you do it?" His finger traces your inner thigh, "Why do you purposely piss me off?" He settles his palm on your inner thigh, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

"Because it's fun," you breathe out as his hand skims higher, his knuckles brushing over the fabric of your already soaked panties. You bite your lip, "You're really fun to pi-" you cut yourself off as your breath hitches when his hand possessively cups your pussy.

"I believe that...but that's not the sole reason, is it?" He turns his head to look you in the eyes and all you see is pure mischief mixed with lust through his darkened gaze. You breathe heavily, unable to answer. In a swift second, his hand slips into your panties and he runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices, "Is it?" he repeats with a firm tone.

"No, I..." you trail off, closing your eyes and sucking in a sharp breath.

He shakes his head in disappointment before he shoves two fingers deep inside you, making an unexpected strangled moan abruptly travel up your throat as you shoot your hand up to grip his forearm.

"Answer me, or so help me I'll bend you over right here and show everyone on this train how much of a filthy whore you are for me," he leans in to whisper in your ear before pressing a kiss to your skin just underneath, giving it a little nip.

"You- oh fuck- fuck me harder when you're angry," you finally answer with a weak, breathless voice and you feel him smirk against your neck.

"See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He lifts an eyebrow in amusement when you push up into his hand with a pathetic whimper. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration when he slides his finger out of you with a smirk.

You open your eyes to see him sucking his fingers clean, groaning in satisfaction as he swirls his tongue around his slick covered fingers, "You taste so fucking good that the thought of having you sit on my face is becoming much too tempting."

Your eyes widen as you shake your head, "But I wouldn't do that, Y/n," he rolls his eyes, "I'm horny, not stupid," he mutters unbothered by his own words while you swallow, focusing on the pulsating heat between your legs that has you frustratingly clenching around nothing.

"H/n, please," you beg breathlessly, reaching out to place your hand on top of his hard cock as he chuckles darkly.

"You wanna be fucked senseless, yeah?" His thumb caresses your jaw as you close your eyes and give him a shameful nod, "Well, this is going to be interesting, don't you think?" You open your eyes to see him casually holding his gun. "Fucking this pretty little pussy with my gun," he elaborates.

"Is it loaded?" Your breath becomes shaky. Hesitation yet excitement overwhelming you.

"Baby, that's the whole point. You'll never know," his lips tip up at the corner with lustful malice as you give him a small nod of understanding.

He slowly lowers the gun to between your thighs, "I bet you're so wet that it'd just...slide right in," he leans in to breath against your neck, leaving a few soft kisses, "Take 'em off," he orders firmly, brushing the gun over the fabric of your panties.