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Back to My Car - J-Dog x Reader (Smut)(Part 1)

I'm currently at the after party for prom. I changed clothes at (friend's name)'s house and we went with our dates here. Well..... (friend's name) and her boyfriend are making out behind the house. My date (he's a friend of a friend and thought I was cute when we met) has his arm around some chick wearing a crop top and booty shorts.

I sigh and pick up a 40, and try to open it. It won't budge though. I'm not even sure if this is a twist off. Someone laughs and comes over with a bottle opener, then opens it for me.

"Thank you," I say with a smile.

"No problem. I can't let a beautiful girl just struggle and not do anything about it."

"I'm not a girl who just falls for a sweet word or two."

"I didn't expect you to be."

I chuckle a bit and inspect this guy. He's fairly tall, has curly dark hair, dark brown eyes, and looks to be some sort of Hispanic.

"Let me get right to the point. I'm really high and a bit buzzed and really horny. You wanna fuck?"

"No. Not really."

He reached for me and I stepped back. Someone with gauges came over after watching this.

"Dude, she just wants a beer, not dick. C'mon. Leave her alone."

The high one huffed and walked away, probably on a quest for some drunk pussy.

"Sorry about him, Funny can be a bit... forward."

"It's cool. I'm (your name)."

"I'm J and I'm slightly buzzed and I think you're hella cute." He turned pink and looked away.

"You're cute too."

"Just make out already!" some guy with a Lakers hat, bandanna, and chubby cheeks said as he reached past us to get a beer.

"Shut up Charlie, I'm trying to be smooth and not a total dick," J hissed, hoping I wouldn't hear.

I giggled.

"Do you wanna make out?" I asked J suddenly, feeling bold.

"Hm... yeah. Wanna head back to my car?"

I nodded and followed him to a black Cadillac.

. . . . .

He slowly pushed me down on the back seat of his car. His waist was between my legs and he ground on me hard. I already realize what's going to happen here. I don't mind, either. He's not my first, anyway.

I pulled off his shirt and let it land where ever I flung it. Then he kissed down my neck, pushed his hands under my bra, and squeezed hard. I scratched down his back, then reached for the button on his jeans.

. . . . .

He has both my wrists pinned down above my head and is thrusting into me roughly. We're both covered in bitemarks, scratches, hickies, and bruises. I gasp and moan as I get closer to the end, then come. He keeps going, his other hand's fingers digging into my side in a way that will surely leave bruises.

. . . . .

He pulls a throw blanket from the back window and uses it to cover us. I started getting dressed, but as I reached for my pants, he stopped me. Instead of me just leaving like a one night stand, he wanted to cuddle, then upon departure, he gave me his number so we might just make an actual relationship out of this.

. . . . .