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NOCTURNAL ★ yu jimin.

fic two of access all areas. — ꒰ series masterlist. ꒱

›››› in which the condo next door starts construction and your ac breaks the same week. the girl who fixes it is loud, rude, and definitely hot. and she has a very specific way of making it up to you for all the sleepless nights.

›››› featuring construction worker!g!p karina x fem!reader

›››› includes explicit smut! minors do not interact — strong language, dom!karina, bratty yn, dirty talk, oral (r receiving), light size kink, rough && messy sex, teasing, overstimulation, praise && degradation.

›››› word count 2.6k

( 🛠️ ) ⎯⎯ ari: this is the second oneshot of the access all areas series but you don’t have to read them in any specific order!

unfortunately, you have a problem. a very, very big problem. all of your mornings have started with the same exact involuntary alarm for the past four days. a bang then a drill. then what sounds like a steel pipe slamming into a wall directly behind your bed.

you groan, burying your face into your pillow.

it’s literally eight am on a monday. but the condo next door is under construction and whoever is in charge of it clearly hates you.

you stumble out of bed in your tank top and shorts, cranky and fully ready to fight. or at least threaten to sue someone’s ass.

you swing your front door open and march down the hall with your slippers on. your steps echo until you reach the open unit where a few workers are scattered inside, most of them ignoring you.

except her.

she’s at the center, dressed in cargo pants and a black tank top. a toolbelt is slung low on her hips, neck glistening with sweat. she wipes her hands on a rag before barking orders at someone. then she turns and sees you.

she pauses, cocking her head. her eyes drag down slowly then back up.

“you good?” she calls, voice rough from shouting over drills all day.

you fold your arms. “are you guys building a spaceship in here?”

“no?”

“then why the fuck is my wall shaking like it’s possessed?”

someone laughs behind her. she doesn’t.

she walks toward you, heavy boots clunking over the tile. her eyes flick toward your bare legs then back to your face.

“you live next door?”

you nod sassily. “unfortunately.”

she raises a brow, completely unfazed. “construction starts at eight. city orders. we’re following the rules.”

you huff. “i don’t give a shit about city orders. it’s too early.”

her lips twitch. there’s a flicker of amusement that fades as quickly as it came. she crosses her arms, muscles flexing as she glances down at your slippers.

“so set an alarm.”

“so build quieter.”

“we’re not hanging shelves, princess. we’re redoing the plumbing and rerouting half the wiring. we’ll be taking out some support beams, too. it’s gonna be loud.”

“did you just call me princess?”

she tilts her head. “should i have gone with sweetheart instead?”

you stare at her. she stares back.

it’s not exactly a fight, but it’s definitely not not a fight. you can feel the tension already. it’s hot and stubborn with something else underneath.

you scowl. “my sleep schedule is literally ruined.”

“sounds rough.”

you narrow your eyes. “and now my ac’s making a weird noise. probably because your alien spaceship project fucked up my whole wall.”

“really. maybe i should come check jt out.” she drags the rag down her neck.

“my ac?”

“your wall.” her tone is unreadable but her eyes are still locked onto yours. “might be connected to what we’re doing in here.”

you hesitate, lips parting. her gaze flicks down again.

“fine. try not to break something in my apartment.” you turn around and start walking, throwing a dramatic glance over your shoulder.

you don’t need to check if she’s following. you can hear her.

you bite your lip a little.

when you open the door to your condo, she walks in without asking. her eyes drag over your space then back to you.

“cute. little warm in here, though.” she says.

you roll your eyes. “told you the ac’s acting up.”

she hums and steps closer to the wall that connects to the neighboring unit. she runs her hand along it and taps it once with her knuckles.

then she turns to you.

“i might need to check it from the inside too. could be a leak or a crack in the wall.” she unclips something from her belt like she’s not staring at you in your little tank and shorts.

“that’s not an excuse to snoop.”

she cocks her head. “you inviting me in wasn’t an invitation to look around?”

you stare while she smirks at you.

and that’s when the ac clicks again.

“see? you guys definitely messed something up.” you complain.

she walks over, stopping close and leans in to look at the vent. her shoulder brushes yours.

“maybe. or maybe this thing just can’t handle a little work. sound familiar?” she turns her head, breath brushing your cheek.

“excuse me?”

she doesn’t respond, moving past you again. she glances towards the hallway like she’s assessing the entire blueprint in her mind.

“i’ll take a closer look after lunch. don’t touch anything.”

you scoff. “lunch? so i have to deal with you assholes being loud and my ac being broken?”

she pauses in the doorway, turning back to face you.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll take care of it real nice.” her eyes drag over you one more time.

then she’s gone, door shutting behind her.

you stand there for a second. and then your ac hisses.

you fan yourself.

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you hear the knock again ten minutes later. when you open the door, she’s got a black case in one hand and a water bottle in the other. her gloves are back on, jaw clenched.

but she’s changed now.

she’s wearing navy blue coveralls and they’re unzipped halfway, sleeves tied around her waist. you see the same black tank top clinging to her chest underneath.

“uniform change?”

“didn’t wanna get anything on your pretty little floor.”

you just stare at her.

“move.” she walks in past you.

“you’re so polite.”

“mm.” she glances back, eyes dragging slowly over your body.

you roll your eyes.

she ignores you, setting the case down with a thud and kneeling beside your bedroom vent. “hold that for me.”

“am i your assistant now?” you mutter but do it anyway, holding the edge as she reaches into her kit.

you watch the way her forearms flex under the tight fit of her tank top and the way her fingers work. it feels like she could take apart a whole building and put it back together easily.

“flat one.” she says, not looking up.

you pass her the tool slower than necessary. “say please.”

she looks at you, dark eyes gleaming. “you want this fixed or not?”

you shut up. but only because the way she’s crouched like that is enough of a distraction.

after a few more tools and some muttered curses under her breath, she straightens up, brushing her hand down her thigh and wiping her jaw with a cloth.

“done.” she says, turning to face you fully.

“already?”

“vent was loose. i tightened the mount and cleaned out the filter. cool air should flow better now.”

your eyebrows knit, still trying not to stare at the sweat sliding down her neck.

“thank you?”

she glances up at you from where she’s still crouched by the vent, hand dragging along her jaw before tossing the rag aside. “don’t you think i deserve compensation?”

you fold your arms slowly, letting your hip cock to the side. “for fixing the problem you caused?”

“for doing it right.” her voice drops. “and for being on my knees for twenty minutes.”

you smirk. “you want a tip or something?”

her gaze drags up your bare legs again, eyes settling on the curve of your mouth. “i’ll take whatever you give me.”

you tilt your head. “is that so?”

she nods once, resting her arms on her bent knees like she’s comfortable down there. “you’re already standing there looking at me like you wanna do more than just say thank you.”

you scoff. “you’re really bold for someone who just fixed a vent.”

“you’re really bold for someone who can’t even sleep through a little noise.”

your lips part with a smart retort on the tip of your tongue, but her hand moves to your ankle slowly. her fingers brush against your skin and the words fumble.

you clear your throat. “you trying to flirt with me or pick a fight?”

“maybe both. depends on what you’ll let me win.” she says, thumb dragging lazily along your calf.

your breath hitches. her eyes flick up instantly, catching it.

you nudge her shoulder with your leg. “i’m not that easy.”

her fingers tighten slightly. “you don’t look easy.”

“you still owe me for waking me up.”

“wanna tie the score?”

“sure. on your knees seems like a good start.” you murmur, lifting your chin.

she exhales through her nose. it’s a quiet little laugh, but it’s not amused. more interested. or maybe hungry.

“you sure about that, princess? i don’t like leaving things half done.” she says, tugging you just a little closer by the backs of your legs. her head tilts up slowly.

you open your mouth, maybe to sass her or tell her yes, but the way she’s looking at you makes your breath catch again.

“that a yes?” she says in a raspy voice. her hand slides a little higher, palm warm against your skin.

“what if it is?”

her eyes flash, then she leans in.

her mouth finds your thigh slowly, pressing a kiss just above your knee, then higher. she drags her lips up your skin like she’s savoring it, other hand splaying across your calf to keep you still.

“mm. you’re still warm here.” she hums against your inner thigh, close but not nearly close enough.

“shut up.” you mutter, voice cracking a little.

she chuckles before kissing higher. her breath ghosts along the edge of your shorts and then her fingers hook the waistband, pulling them down.

“enjoying the view?”

“no panties? i will be.” she murmurs before pressing her mouth between your thighs.

she kisses you once, right on your clit, and then lets her tongue drag through your folds.

“fuck. knew you’d taste like this.” she breathes against you.

your stomach tightens. you open your mouth to say something smart but she licks up again, and this time her tongue is messier.

you gasp. “shit—”

her tongue moves in steady circles, other hand grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. her lips wrap around your clit, sucking slowly.

you arch, hand flying to her hair.

she groans into your cunt, mouth never leaving it. “don’t run now, princess.”

“who’s running? you’re the one acting like you’re starving.” you pant, hips twitching.

she grins with her mouth still on you and then sucks harder. your legs shake.

“fuck, fuck, wait—” you whimper.

her tongue slides lower, dipping into your entrance and dragging back up. she spits then licks it back up slowly, chin soaked.

you gasp, back hitting the wall behind you.

she mouths at your clit again, fast and harsh. “thought you were mad about your vent.”

you roll your eyes even though you’re already moaning.

“you’re so cocky— fuck— i hate you.” you cry out as her tongue drags up your folds.

“no you don’t. you’re fucking soaked.” she slides one hand around your thigh, tracing your hip with her thumb.

“maybe i’m just bored.”

“mm. guess i’ll have to keep you entertained, then.”

you cry out with shaking thighs, breath catching as your head drops back.

she groans when you grind into her mouth, like she’s getting off on just devouring you.

then she lifts her head, eyes glazed. “you gonna cum for me?”

you nod, too breathless to speak.

“use me. ride it.” she mutters, mouth dragging back down.

you ride her face, soaking her mouth as your moans get higher and more desperate, each cry more broken than the last.

“oh my god— oh my god, i’m gonna—”

you cum hard and messy all over her mouth, thighs clamping around her head and she just moans louder like this is what she wanted. like this is what she earned.

she licks you through it. but she doesn’t stop.

your legs nearly buckle. your body shakes.

“fuck!” you gasp, trying to squirm away.

“uh uh. not done yet.” she rasps.

“s-shit—” her tongue flicks faster.

you moan helplessly, thighs twitching. “you’re— fuck— you’re crazy—”

“yeah? still bored, princess?” she mutters, grinning against you.

you don’t answer. you can’t.

she finally pulls away, kissing your clit once just to make you shudder. you nearly collapse.

she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dragging up your trembling body.

“told you. i don’t leave shit half done.” she mutters.

you’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling fast.

but then you feel her hand sliding up your leg as she stands.

“fuck.” you breathe out, still dazed.

“turn around. hands on the wall.” her voice is lower than before.

you obey without any thought, palms flat against the cool surface. she leans in behind you, chest flush to your back, and you feel her cock pressing against your ass. the rough material of her coveralls rubs against your thighs as she grinds into you.

your breath stutters. “you’re hard already?”

“been hard.” she grabs your hips and rolls into you slowly, letting you feel just how big she is.

you gasp. “you—”

“you gonna take it?” her voice is a low whisper against your ear.

you grind back into her impatiently. “stop fucking talking.”

she chuckles darkly. “thought you’d never shut up.”

she slides her uniform and boxers down, freeing herself with a sound you can only assume is relief.

then she slides her tip between your folds, dragging it through your wetness to tease your entrance.

“soaked for me. fuck. you feel that?” she murmurs, pushing in just an inch. you gasp at the stretch.

“yes— shit, yes—” your forehead drops to the wall.

she slides in deeper and deeper. your legs shake. “god— you’re—”

“big? you’re taking it.” she finishes, teeth grazing against your shoulder.

you whimper, arching into her. “fuck, you’re so cocky.”

she thrusts in the rest of the way and you choke on a moan.

“and you love it.”

she starts to move slow and deep, grinding into you like she’s trying to make you feel every inch.

“listen to you. already whining.” she mutters, hips slapping against yours.

“shut— up—” you gasp, words breaking with each thrust.

she laughs into your neck, fucking you harder. her length drags against every sensitive spot inside of you. “say it again. say how good i feel.”

you groan, face hot, cunt fluttering around her. “you— fuck— you feel so good—”

“mm, i know.” she pulls out almost fully before slamming back in. her hand suddenly tangles in your hair, tugging your head back so her lips can graze your ear.

your knees nearly buckle. “oh my god—”

she grabs your waist tighter with her other hand. “you’re gripping me, princess.”

her pace quickens, fucking you against the wall with loud, wet slaps. your moans get higher.

“you gonna cum again?” she asks, fingers digging into your hips like she owns you.

“shit, yes— don’t stop—”

“mouthy little brat begging for it.”

“you were the one on your knees—”

she fucks you harder at that and you cry out.

“and now you’re the one dripping all over me. fuck—“ she groans.

her hand slides around, fingers finding your clit. “cum for me, princess.”

your legs tremble, head falling forward as your body starts to tighten.

“i got you. come on. make a mess.”

you clench down hard, back arching as your second orgasm hits you like a wave. your eyes screw shut.

she fucks you through it, praising low moans into your neck. “that’s it. that’s my girl.”

you’re gasping and clenching around her as she finally groans, hips stuttering.

“gonna fill you up. you want that?” she pants.

you nod, too fucked out to speak.

she cums with a moan, buried inside you, hips jerking as she holds you close.

and for a second, the only sound is your breathing.

then she kisses your shoulder.

“ac fixed.”

“fuck you.” you say weakly.

she grins into your neck. “you did.”

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aeveil · 13 days ago

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ON & ON ★ kim minjeong.

fic one of access all areas. — ꒰ series masterlist. ꒱

›››› in which your pink bmw breaks down and your dad’s card declines. the girl fixing your car has a wrench in her hand and zero patience. but she does take other forms of payment.

›››› featuring mechanic!g!p winter x fem!reader

›››› includes explicit smut! minors do not interact! — strong language, switch!winter, dirty talk, rough && semi-public sex, chest play, riding, creampie, begging (kinda), praise && degradation, bratty && bimbo-coded reader.

›››› word count 2.6k

your pink bmw is wheezing like it’s dying the second you pull into the garage. you turn down the music and tilt your sunglasses up, glancing around. you spot a faded sign out front that says kim’s auto with a line underneath that you can’t be bothered to read.

you step out in wedges and a two piece set that’s absolutely not made for a mechanic shop. but it’s hot. and judging by the smell, your engine agrees.

you squint into the sun.

“do you guys… like, have ac?”

from under the nearest car, there’s a loud metallic clang followed by a very annoyed groan.

a second later, she slides into view. the first thing you notice is the tank top clinging to her top half, half zipped coveralls at her waist. and the streak of grease along her collarbone, wrench clenched loosely in her hand.

she stares at you. “did the ac go out in your car or just in your head?”

you blink. “okay. wow.”

she wipes her hands off with a towel that used to be white and walks past you silently.

“what’s it doing?” she asks as she circles your car.

“it made this, like, choking noise? then something started to smell weird.”

“weird how?”

“like hot metal?”

she raises an eyebrow. “and how long was the check engine light on?”

you smile. “that’s normal. it’s been on since like last summer.”

“right. so you ignored it.” she pops the hood.

you gasp. “no. i just didn’t worry about it.”

she pauses. then she’s already under the hood and pulling tools out of a tray.

you lean back against the wall, watching her. you can see the way her muscles flex as she tinkers around with your car.

hot.

eventually she stands up again, tugging her tank into place and slinging her wrench onto the tray with a clank.

“your fan belt’s loose. coolant’s leaking. no offense, but your car is shit. you’re lucky this thing didn’t fully blow on the highway.”

you pout. “don’t talk about her like that. she’s sensitive.”

“she’s neglected.”

you roll your eyes. “so am i. are you gonna fix it or keep slut shaming my car all afternoon?”

she grabs another tool and walks back towards the front. “i’ll fix it.”

she does. quietly and quickly, like it’s nothing.

you sit on a dusty stool by the vending machine, watching her work and pretending not to stare. you’re bad at pretending.

she doesn’t say anything despite how bored you look, wiping sweat off her jaw and muttering to herself.

you cross your legs slower than necessary.

then she closes the hood and tosses the rag back onto the tray, looking at you.

“she’s all set.”

you perk up immediately.

“she is? oh my god, thank you. you’re like, my hero.” you say, eyes wide.

you hop up from the stool, adjust your top and brush imaginary dust off your thighs.

“you didn’t even break a sweat. so hot.” you add, blatantly ignoring the actual sweat glistening on her collarbone.

she doesn’t react. she just stares at you. for a little too long.

“how much?”

“two seventy five.”

you make a face like you didn’t hear her.

“huh?”

“two. seventy five.”

“oh!” you laugh, pulling your purse onto your shoulder.

you pull out a sleek black card and hand it to her with two fingers.

she takes it and walks over to the little counter, sliding it through a chipped old reader that’s definitely seen some shit.

it beeps once. then again.

DECLINED.

your eyebrows knit together. “…okay. weird.”

she looks over her shoulder and waits.

you walk over. “that’s probably a fraud thing. my dad gets weird when i spend too much before dinner.”

she raises an eyebrow at my dad.

you roll your eyes. “not like my money money. i don’t touch that.”

she doesn’t respond, sliding it through again.

DECLINED.

you pout. “okay, that’s actually annoying.”

she crosses her arms. the grease on her hands makes it hotter somehow.

“cash?”

you tilt your head. “i don’t carry cash. what am i, a man?”

she doesn’t even smile at that.

you glance down at her arms. then your eyes trail lower. to her hands. her belt. you lick your lips a little before speaking again.

“…do you take other forms of payment?”

she exhales through her nose once.

“like?”

you shrug with a smile. “i’m flexible.”

she looks you up and down slowly. it’s like she’s not deciding if she wants it — just if she’s gonna make you work for it.

then she nods toward the car.

“get in the backseat.”

you tilt your head again, playing with the ends of your hair like you didn’t just offer to fuck her in broad daylight.

“backseat?” you echo, feigning innocence.

she doesn’t repeat herself. she walks around to the back door, opening it and waits.

you bite your lip and trail after her, still swinging your hips like this wasn’t your idea.

the car is hot, leather seats warm from the sun. you crawl in slowly, making a show of it. you know she’s watching.

you sit in the middle of the backseat and cross your legs, hands smoothing over your thighs like she’s not already looking.

“okay. so what’s the deal?” you hum like you’re waiting for her to present legitimate contract.

she shuts the door behind you. the slam echoes.

then she leans down.

“you offered.” she says simply, voice lower now.

you pout a little. “i didn’t say what i was offering.”

she eyes you before climbing in.

and now she’s in your space, one knee on the seat while her arm rests on the headrest behind you. her tank top is still damp with sweat and grease, and you can smell the sun on her skin.

you’re suddenly aware of just how small this car is.

“you’re not backing out now, are you?” she asks like she already knows the answer.

you glance down at her hand. it’s resting on the seat beside your thigh.

you place yours over it lightly. tilt your head again.

“depends. are you actually gonna do something or just keep staring?” you say.

she exhales again. then her fingers twitch under yours.

“take your top off.”

you smile. “please?”

“don’t start with me.”

you let go of her hand and reach for the hem of your shirt. her eyes follow every movement. you pull it over your head and drop it somewhere near the floor.

“you gonna keep giving orders? or are you gonna fuck me?” you murmur with a breathy voice.

she grabs your waist and pulls you into her lap. her hands slide up your waist.

your thighs are spread over her lap like a gift she hasn’t unwrapped yet.

her fingers drift higher, brushing under your chest, then cupping it in both palms.

you make a noise. not a moan, but close. more of a gasp disguised as a laugh.

“you always this handsy with customers?” you ask, lips brushing her jaw.

“just the ones who don’t pay.” she mutters, thumbs dragging across your nipples through the fabric.

you grind down just slightly, hips barely moving, but it’s enough to make her groan under her breath. you feel how hard she is already, thick and hot against your thigh through the fabric of her bottoms. you smile.

“that for me? or is this just your work uniform?” you ask, shifting again.

she doesn’t respond. she pinches your nipple instead, harder this time, watching your mouth drop open.

“you fix cars with those hands? thought they’d be rougher.” you breathe.

her jaw tenses.

your fingers trail up the back of her neck. “maybe they’re better for other things.”

you kiss her like you’re taunting her, lips slow and lazy. her mouth is impatient against yours.

and when you pull away, her mouth crashes into yours harder this time. messier.

she pulls back only to mutter. “off.”

“hm?” you pant.

“take your fucking bra off.”

you don’t hesitate. you reach behind you to unclasp it and let it fall to the floor.

her eyes drop immediately, hands grabbing your tits again. but she’s needier now.

“fuck.” she breathes, leaning in to kiss down your chest.

you feel her shift beneath you. one hand slips down between you both and suddenly her coveralls are shoved low, boxers exposing the bulge they’re hiding.

your breath catches.

“…oh.”

“mhm.”

you stare, dazed. “i still owe two seventy five?”

her hand wraps around your jaw.

“start paying.”

she kisses down your chest again, mouth hot and open, tongue dragging across your skin as her hands squeeze your tits harder.

you bite your lip, breath hitching as she sucks one into her mouth.

you reach down with one hand and tug your skirt up around your waist, then hook your thumb into your panties and pull them to the side. she watches the whole thing with a clenched jaw.

she groans softly and pulls back. one hand moves down between your thighs and the second her fingers brush over your cunt, she bites back a moan.

“you’re so wet.”

“duh. you’re hot.” you whisper, gasping when she slips two fingers in without warning.

she thrusts slowly at first, watching your face. her fingers curl just right, dragging across that perfect spot with ease.

but you’re already clenching around her, hips twitching and breath stuttering, and she knows it’s not gonna take long.

“feels good?” she asks.

you hum like it’s a favor. “mhm. but…”

you grip her wrist, making her stop. she stares at you.

you lean in, lips brushing hers. “i want your cock.”

she freezes. just for a moment.

you grind down against her, soaking the base of her palm.

“please. let me ride you?” you whisper, all fake sweetness.

her jaw tenses. then she swallows hard and slips her fingers out, breathing heavily as she shifts underneath you.

you watch her, not even bothering to hide your smirk as she shoves her boxers down just enough. her cock springs free. she’s hard and flushed, leaking against your thigh.

“so pretty.” you say.

she swallows a moan.

you reach down and wrap your hand around it, starting with slow teasing strokes that make her hips jerk. you rub the tip back and forth between your folds, letting it drag through your slick.

she bites her lip. her hands grip your waist.

“stop fucking with me.” she mutters.

you lift your hips, hovering above her and look her straight in the eye.

“then shut me up.”

and you sink down in one slow roll of your hips, both of you gasping at the stretch. her head drops back. your nails dig into her shoulders.

“fuck—”

“mm.” you breathe, riding her out slow at first. you rock your hips in steady circles. “feels good, huh?” you mock.

she moans, hips twitching beneath you.

you smile, rolling your hips deeper. her hands try to guide you, but you shove them back down.

“uh uh. no touching.” you murmur, pinning her hands to the seat.

you start to move again, rolling your hips with slow motions, riding her like she’s yours. and she just gets the privilege of watching.

she whimpers under her breath.

you smirk.

“what’s wrong, baby? too much for you?”

she shakes her head, lips parted, flushed all the way down her chest. you drag your nails down her arms.

“thought you were tough. you really can’t handle it?” you mock, clenching around her on purpose.

her breath stutters. her head falls back.

you lean forward, brushing your mouth against hers, slow and lazy.

“open.”

she does, instantly, and you spit into it. it hits her tongue and her whole body jerks.

“that’s my good girl. swallow it.” you coo.

she does.

and then she breaks.

her hands grab your hips firmly. her dick twitches deep inside you and she slams you down without warning.

“fuck—!”

“shut up.” she says, voice low and dangerous as she fucks up into you rough and fast.

you whimper as she drives into you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. the car’s rocking now, hot and fogged up, your thighs sticky against hers.

“is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” she pants, one hand grabbing your jaw to keep your eyes on hers.

“yes— oh my god, yes—”

she kisses you then, tongue sliding over yours as her hips snap harder. you’re soaked, making every thrust loud and wet. your nails dig into her shoulders.

you’re gasping now, eyes fluttering. your thighs shake where they straddle her. “fuck— fuck, baby, don’t stop.”

she moans into your mouth, biting your bottom lip before pulling back. “you like being fucked like this? in the backseat of your shitty little car?”

you laugh through a moan. “you said she was shitty.”

“still let you fuck me in it.” she says, slamming up into you so hard your body shakes.

you cry out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto. her shirt, the seat, her wrist. you don’t even know.

her mouth is everywhere now. nipping at your throat, then your collarbone, settling at your chest. she’s sucking marks into your skin like she’s trying to claim you.

and then she slows down just a little, rolling her hips deeper instead of slamming.

you whine.

“what, you want it faster again?” she teases breathlessly.

you nod quickly, eyes glassy. her thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles while she fucks you deep.

“i’m close— i’m— shit—”

“i know, baby. come on. cum for me.” she breathes, kissing you again. her voice is so sweet it makes you dizzy.

and the second she says it, you do. your pussy clenches tight around her length, body shaking with every twitch as you cum hard, mouth open in a silent moan against hers.

“fuck, that’s it.” she groans, hips stuttering.

you’re still trembling, catching your breath when she grabs your hips and starts fucking up into you rough again, chasing her own release.

“you’re so fucking tight. i’m gonna, fuck— i’m gonna cum inside you—“ she grits, jaw clenched.

you smile through your panting. “do it.”

her whole body tenses. then she lets out a string of low moans as she cums, cock twitching inside you, spilling out warm and thick. and it’s a lot. you can feel it drip out the second her hips slow.

you both stay like that. the car is completely fogged. your thighs are still trembling, her cock still buried inside you. she twitches as you clench around her one more time just to feel her react.

you tilt your head.

“guess i paid in full, huh?” you pant.

her head drops back against the seat.

“don’t start.”

you smile slowly, shifting in her lap. “what? i think i was very generous. i even tipped.”

her jaw tenses, hands tightening on your hips. she’s still holding you in place like she can’t let go yet.

you hum innocently and start to lift off her, but she stops you with one hand at the base of your spine.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“um, home? to pee? to shower? complain to my dad? i haven’t decided yet.” you tease.

“you’re not going anywhere until you clean this up.” she says.

you raise a brow. “clean what up?”

her hand dips between your legs again, dragging through the wet, sticky mess leaking out of you.

you shudder.

she brings her fingers up and smears them over your inner thigh, not bothering to be gentle. “this.”

“ugh. you made the mess. you clean it up.” you mock.

she looks at you, flushed and visibly still recovering. but her eyes are hungry again.

“fine. but next time? you’re paying up front.” she mutters.

you grin.

“so you admit there’s gonna be a next time.”

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