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Make it up (Iceberg x reader) NSFW

Wow, this took me way too long go write. Anyways, hope you enjoyed ace_is_corneggs
(Btw, Julian is Iceberg)
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You slam your hand on the steering wheel. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" You scream out in frustration.

You and Julian had been trying to go to the beach, you just wanted to have fun. Fate had to stab you in the back on this day as the two of you had been caught in traffic for two hours. What was worse, a police officer just informed you that, not only was the blockage not moving for a few more hours but, that there was a large storm coming soon. You sigh, leaning your head and arms on the wheel. A day at the beach was all you wanted. One day. One day with your partner, away from his job, away from your job, a day to be together and make up the lost time for over three weeks of barely seeing each other. Tears prick at your eyes. You couldn't even get that. A cold hand presses itself against your bare spine to your shock. It runs up and down and back up again, dragging its nails a hair over your skin. You sigh.

"I'm so sorry honey." Julian says.

You shake your head. "It's not your fault."

"Not for this, for these past few weeks. Gears and I-"

You stop him. "Babe."

Julian quiets, knowing you weren't interested in hearing about his and his weird boss' adventures. "Sorry."

You look up at him. "Its fine."

"Let me make it up to you."

You raise a brow. "How? We can't really go on a date in a minivan in the middle of a full traffic stop."

Julian quirks his lips. "Who said we were going on a date?" He asks curling his arm around your hip, dipping his fingers below your swimsuit.

You gasp blushing, a shaky grin plastering itself on your face. It had been all too long since you and him had sex. It's a very welcome distraction from the world around you. You hum, shuffling closer to his cold as his hand slips further and further down.

Julian kisses your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

You let out a small laugh. "Not as pretty as you."

He smiles, dragging his hand down further until his nails graze your sex. You spread your legs, a light moan escaping your voice as he runs the tips of his fingers just around your sex, teasing.

You whine. "Julian, please."

"Please what?" He asks, fluttering his lashes like an innocent animal.

"Touch me, please touch me!" You beg, legs and hips trembling.

Julian complies, running his fingers over your aroused sex. Fucker was still teasing. You buck up into him, a loud whine escaping your mouth. You clap your hand over your lips, increasingly aware that this was happening in a somewhat public sphere.

Your boyfriend smiles. "What's wrong dear?"

"Shut up."

Julian laughs pulling his fingers away. You whine for him to come back.

"I'm just getting lube." He says, pulling out a small bottle of coconut oil from the glovebox.

You roll your eyes, huffing a laugh. The sound was cut off when Ice dipped back down toward your sex with newly slicked fingers. You groan at the sensation, rolling up against his hand with desperate need.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not yet." Julian purrs in your ear.

You turn to him and whine. He shushes you before circling his fingers around your tight entrance. You whine again, bucking up to the touch and managing to get a finger to dip in a little. Julian snakes his hand away.

He tuts at you. "Goodness, so impatient. Didn't anyone teach you to wait for good things?"

"Please, just fuck me Julian!" You almost yell at him.

He kisses the side of your neck, goosebumps rising where his lips met your skin, and he zips his hand back toward you and into your eager hole. You groan. Bliss mumbles under your eyelids as heat hums in your muscles. By now, you were used to the odd temperature difference between you, if anything, it added to your arousal whenever you two had sex. God, it was glorious. Feeling his cool finger pressed in you, gentle and sweet as ever. Your head falls back onto the headrest as you lose yourself in his touch. Julian presses his lips to your skin again, cooing praise as he dragged his other hand across your chest to toy with your nipple.

"Want you in me babe." You whisper, your voice husky and dark from pleasure.

Julian hims against your jaw. "You know we can't, at least, not here."

You groan, bucking up as he adds a second finger in you. "Then why are we doing this?" You snark, breathless.

"We can get away with this, we can't get away with you riding my dick. Plain and simple."

You roll your eyes and chuckle. He shifts, burrowing his hand deeper before moving his lips to your sensitive chest. Your head falls back in bliss as little noises escape your throat. Julian kisses you, whispering sweet nothings into your flesh as he peppers your body with gentle affection. Your toes curl when he adds a third finger and then twists them all together to rub a bundle of nerves deep within you. On instinct, you spread your legs further and tilt back in your seat for a better angle.

"Move up."

"Huh?" You look at Julian.

"Move up." He says again. "There's a gap in the traffic."

"Oh."

You shuffle and move the car forward a foot or so, the entire time, Julian is working his fingers in you. You bite back what you know will be a loud moan as he roughly hits a bundle of nerves. You're pressed back against the seat, as far as you can go, legs spread and shaking. You need more.

"Julian," You pant, desperate. "please, please, god I can't-"

"Can't what?" He coos.

"I can't take it anymore, dear God, please finish me off!"

He grins, pecking your lips quickly before all but jackhammering your g-spot with his fingers. All the while he's calling you all kinds of names, playing with your nipples, nipping your neck and collarbones. Bullets of pleasure hit you again and again every time he slams into your g-spot. The warmth rising in your belly is more than enough warning as to what's to come.

Your body begins to tense involuntarily. "Julian, I'm gonna-"

You're cut off by his lips, which muffle the harsh squeal that escapes your throat. You ride the train of pleasure for a few lingeringly sweet moments as small gasps escape you. Julian kisses up and down your shoulders, words of encouragement and praise leaving him. You fall back onto the seat, hardly realizing that you pulled away from it.

"So," Julian asks. "Was that enough to make it up?"

A smile forms on your lips and you roll your head to look at Julian. "More than enough."

You lean over and kiss him, lingering together for a few moments enjoying each others lips. When you pull back you notice a tent in his swim trunks.

"You want to go your turn now?" You ask.

Julian raises a brow and gives a confused smile. "Huh?"

You lean over the armrest and kiss the tip of his nose before tracing the outline of his cock through his trunks. "Want me to make it up to you?"

He groans, eyes fluttering for a second. "Yes please." He breathes.

You kiss him and shove your hand down his pants.