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⌞passenger princess: c.s.⌝⸝⸝

now playing: PASSENGER PRINCESS: nessa barrett

warnings: fingering, public-ish, car setting, no actual sex, pet names, dirty talk, slight overstimulation, soft!dom!chris, praise kink, slight possessiveness.

word count: 845

aftercare writing marathon

the hum of the car filled the silence between the two of you, broken only by the occasional flick of chris’s turn signal and the soft bass of whatever playlist he had on shuffle. your legs were curled up in the passenger seat, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as you stared out at the highway lights melting into the night.

chris glanced over, one hand steady on the wheel. “you good?”

you nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “yeah. just feels nice. being here with you.”

he didn’t say anything at first, he just reached over, rested his hand on your knee for a second, like a quiet “i’m glad you’re here too.”

he rubs your thigh, his hand slowly inching closer to your clothed cunt.

“chris” you gasp as soon as his fingers press into your covered clit. “you’re driving.”

“ill pull over.” he murmurs, tapping your thigh. a silent way of telling you to strip off your sweatpants.

as soon as you lift your hips ans shimmy them down to your knees, he responds with pulling your lacy pink panties to the side, shoving two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan in response.

his eyes were still glued on the road as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your sopping wet pussy, your legs already shaking.

you clenched around his fingers, your hand flying to grip the edge of the seat, the tension winding tight in your stomach. your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping open again at the sound of his voice.

“eyes on me,” chris murmured, tone low but firm.

he finally pulled off onto the shoulder, engine still humming beneath the both of you, headlights casting long shadows across the empty road. the car idled quietly, the world outside a blur of motionless trees and starlit sky, but inside, it was just the two of you. just this heat curling between you.

he turned to face you fully, finally giving you his full attention.

“c’mere,” he said, voice softer now. “want to see that pretty face while you fall apart.”

his lips brushed against your jaw, your neck, featherlight kisses that contrasted the steady rhythm of his fingers still working you open. you whimpered, thighs trembling, hoodie sleeves bunched up around your wrists as you clung to the fabric like a lifeline.

“you’re unreal,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “mine.”

your breath stuttered at the possessiveness in his voice, the word mine echoing in your chest, tangling with the thrum of desire already coursing through you.

“chris-” it came out barely above a whisper, broken and desperate, and that was all it took to make him smirk against your throat.

“yeah, baby?” he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you close?”

you nodded frantically, hips jerking toward his hand without thinking, chasing the friction he gave so generously. he fucked you slow with his fingers, curling them just right, thumb now working tight circles over your clit with precision that made you dizzy.

“i know,” he murmured, nipping at your jaw. “been watching you squirm since we got in the car. couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you’d be for me.”

your back arched, a low moan catching in your throat. he grabbed your jaw with his free hand, forcing your eyes to meet his, pupils blown and lips slick from kissing every inch of your skin he could reach.

“keep looking at me,” he said again, almost reverent this time.

you tried, you really did, but the pressure in your stomach snapped before you could even warn him. your legs trembled, a whimper escaping your lips as you came hard on his fingers, clenching tight and gasping out his name like a prayer.

he groaned, watching your face with something between pride and hunger. “fuck, that’s it. so fucking pretty when you fall apart for me.”

his fingers slowed, easing you through it, soft strokes over your clit until you flinched from the overstimulation. he finally pulled back, lifting his hand between you and sucking his fingers into his mouth, moaning low at your taste.

you blinked at him, dazed and wrecked and still trying to remember how to breathe.

“you good?” he asked, echoing his question from earlier, but this time with a knowing smirk.

you nodded, cheeks flushed and lips parted. “yeah,” you said, voice hoarse. “just... holy shit.”

he chuckled, leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a contrast to the filth of what had just happened. “you deserve to be spoiled,” he murmured. “my baby. my passenger princess, remember?”

you laughed weakly, curling into him as best you could in the cramped space of the car. outside, the world remained still, headlights painting golden arcs across the trees, but in the car, everything pulsed with heat, with the imprint of his hands and the echo of your moans.

and chris? he was already planning what he’d do to you once you got back home.

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aurora's notes: 5/15!!! this song is nearly a year old im gonna be sick

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