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#ummmmmm okay i went crazy i’m sorry anon
luxeslore · 21 days
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(this could be for anyone from any fandom, but as an example, I'll use our cod boys) Since it's almost sundress season, our COD boys are having heart attacks over the reader sitting pretty and innocently eating ice cream... (Sorry If I didn't explain this right, but it has been in my head for days)
18+ content, MDNI. afab!reader, dry humping.
literal heart attacks— but kyle garrick is the biggest victim of sundress season, as a man who’s obsessed with thighs. specifically your thighs. he could drop to his knees and nuzzle his face into them, between them right then and there and has to remind himself this is a wholesome date !!! but there you are enjoying your ice cream cone without a car in the world as if every inch of you isn’t sitting pretty…
and it’s not until you’re on your way back home, all sleepy from the sun in the passenger seat that kyle finally brings himself to splay a large hand over your plush thigh, before dragging his knuckles along the hem of your dress that’s all bunched up. his other hand grips the steering wheel terribly tight. you can see his hand flex, can see how hard it is for him to concentrate and— oh, he’s pulling over.
you say his name once. all sultry yet saccharine and he curses under his breath because he knows that you know exactly what you’re doing. his plush lips find your own in an instant once he leans over. your kisses are strawberry ice cream flavored and gaz finds irony in it; in how he could just eat you up in every sense. you’re already whimpering from how ravenous he seems for anything from you. for even the feeling of your body against his own which is apparent in the way his hands grab you up, fighting to get the pesky seatbelt off of you. “c’mere,” he growls as if you have a choice.
like he isn’t dragging you into his lap. and when you are finally sat on it— all out of breath from the struggle, mind you— you can feel him. every inch of his hard cock through his jeans and you sense your legs turning into jelly before you have your chance to grind down on him.
“fuckin’ sundress season,” he mutters, hips rocking upwards to create friction between the two of you underneath your dress. to press his bulge right up against on your pretty cunt that’s hidden away in your panties.
kyle truthfully feels like a dickhead considering he’s about to bust in his jeans from you rocking your hips back and forth on top of him. but then you place your hands over his that are resting on your waist, coaxing him to squeeze tighter— to guide you. ah, fuck it. he thinks to himself before getting more comfortable in his seat and giving you what you both want before you start whining like the brat you are.
usually he’s not this selfish. tending to your needs first is something he takes pride in. but when you keep grinding up on him and making those little sounds, he has no choice but to keep taking it all in. it’s alright, he decides. he’ll just manhandle you onto the couch and spend his night with those thighs of yours squished up on either side of his face instead. there’s no sweeter way to return the favor.
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