𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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[a/n: happy holiday's ya'll—eat more, get hoes, ilysm ☺️]

anyway onto scheduled programming

[unedited asf so pls bear w me]
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"And the way you—Hah..the way you look at him" His spiteful whispers pushes past your lips, right into your mouth as he pulls you into another hungry kiss "I hate it"

He's gone over your back with light circles, it's crazy the things he can manage with just his hands.

His nails claw at your skin every time you move—your ego inflates when the grip he has on your shirt tightens.

You know he's feeling it then.

You've got yourself sat on him, his fingers tangling in the belt loops when he wanted to control the way you rode him.

Mini jean skirts. You found them uncomfortable but apart of you was glad you wore one this time.

You're facing one other, chest against his, the only light around you being scarcely shed by the streetlight just a few feet away. And from far away it might even look like your hugging.

But no one hugs like this I'm a car.

"god, you're so fucking annoying when you do that" he huffs and complains like a bitch all while you're occupied with rolling your hips against his.

"I am?" You question innocently. You've got your head on his shoulder, inspecting your nails, hands hanging off the back of the leaned back seat.

"And it makes me frustrated cause why the h—ahh fuck—why the hell are you even talking to him?" He chokes on his words a bit but that only prompts him to strength the grip he had on your wobbling waist.

Deeper strokes and he wasn't even meant to be the one doing all this, the way his dick works against your plush walls, never stopping at just one spot.

Just about every motion of his end was frantic.

they make your head go all fuzzy but what kept you from giving in was how eager you were to fix that attitude of his.

It's hard to keep him from hearing your yelps when your head was propped right up on his shoulders. You bite down on your tongue, trying to steady your breath.

You aren't losing your balance by any means, your knees dug firmly into the sides of the seat, pushing the heat of his, yet he still felt the need to grip your ass.

You do shake a little though, trying to fit him inside you without causing a scene was a challenge.

"Quiet down" you don't even realize how loud you're being till he speaks "or the entire neighborhood's gonna know my name" he rolls his eyes, brushing slow and spiteful kisses across your shoulder.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You mock breathlessly, sinking down onto his cock.

"They don't need to hear what we got goin on" he leans back just a bit more, allowing for a little more space between the two of you.

You look down at him, your walls unintentionally clenching around him with how sudden he moved.

It seemed like moving had backfired on him—his face goes red and his eyes a bit wider. He throws a hand over his mouth but it doesn't quite catch the noise he makes

"Mm? Does that feel good?" You ask with a sly grin on your face knowing you were internally screaming right now—he was so deep like this. With every twitch you felt yourself nearing insanity.