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writingsofhubris-a · 2 years ago

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She’s So Nice

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1.6k Tags: Public Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Sex in a Car, Blow Jobs in a Car, Drunk Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Marijuana, Bad French, BALLS Fandom: Scorpion Spring (1995) Ship: Denis Brabant/Reader Disc: Denis had picked up a french conversational book for you to learn French for him, only to make fun of your accent. So you tested him on his accent when he was getting distracted.

"Ah, shite, I did it again."

"What? Spoke French?"

“Missed our fucking turn.” Denis’ directions were worse than yours, you swore.

"Ça va bein?" you tried the phrase again, setting the little booklet on your chest, only using your memory.

“Non,” he replied, shaking his head. “Ça ne va pas bien.”

“Slow down! What am I saying wrong?”

“Ça va bein is a statement, not a question. Ça va? Question, how does it go. Ça va bien, statement.” sitting on the bench seat, lounging just the slight bit you were, your foot lightly connected with his thigh, jostling the bottle of liquor he’d taken a small swig from. “Not the liquor! His hand took it around the thin neck, lifting it nearly to the roof, driving with his knee for just a moment as he tried to find the cork for it once again. “Pute,” he muttered under his breath, stuffing the glass between his other hip and the door, secure for just a moment.

“Tell me how to fix it, Denis.” You didn’t even hesitate to lose the accent on his name, irritation flooding through his features. You leant back down on the seat, trying the phrase he’d just spewed at you. “Ça va ne pas bien.”

“Non. Ça ne va pas bien.” You tried it again, only for Denis to say it again, faster, and considerably more irritated.

“You are the worst fucking teacher I’ve ever had.” “And you are the worst student there could be!”

“You didn’t complain about my learning skills when I was on my knees in front of you the other night.”

“It was then you took direction.” It was then you took the chance to sit up, closing the thin translation dictionary and throwing it onto the dashboard. “Ay! That cost me ten dollars at the gas station, treat it better!”

“Why don’t you give me better instructions, pervert?”

The car suddenly started to speed up, and your shoulders hit the back of the seat. You weren’t dissaded, only turning to scoot across the seat to press against his side.

“I know you were there the other night.” Your lips moved to nuzzle against the corner of his jaw, feeling the layers of dirt and oil that neither of you had been able to clean up.

“What are you talking about?” The words were quick, defensive.

"You saw me through the window." Your lips were just next to his ear, a whisper that not even the wind could pull from you.

“When?”

“Has there been more than once?”

"Ouais." The word dropped as a sigh from his lips.

Your lips met his earlobe again.

“Three nights ago, when you were returning with dinner.” That was, too many bottles of liquor, and no food. "You saw me with my fingers is my pussy, didn't you?"

His hand tightened on the steering wheel. of all the things that he’d been expecting, your sudden boldness hadn’t been one of them.

But Denis wasn’t a man to leave an offer so open.

“I had seen them as mine,” he finally admitted, his large hand now resting on your thigh, sliding further up. “imagining just how soft you would feel.” You could feel his fingers working up your skin, questing higher and higher in an urge to find home, between your folds.

Not to be outdone, your own hand had moved to the fly of Denis’ trousers, slowly sliding the tab down far enough to slip your hand in, starting to stroke his cock, already beginning to find an interest in your words, your actions.

“Don’t get distracted, loverboy.” The soft french from his lips told you how well that worked on him.

Your lips moved to his neck, tasting the sweat out liquor from the day before, tangy and sour. You hadn’t seen another person for a few days, and the sweat on your both proved that fact. A bite against the skin, and he swore into the car, wind whipping the sounds into the backseat. You let the pad of your fingers run over his cock once more, before pulling back, stealing the bottle of liquor from the other side of his hips. A swig from the bottle, taking your moments to shuffle on the seat to a better position; on your knees, head inches from his cock.

Your hand once again wrapped around his shaft, slowly letting your hand move up and down, guiding him to your lips. You were rewarded with a soft sigh, and his knee shifting just far enough to allow you better access.

You took your time taking him into your mouth, eyes closing and savoring the heavy feel of him on your tongue. When you took him all the way down, you felt his hand over your upper back, rubbing as soft praises fell from his lips, a mixture of French and English. A swallow around the head of his cock, and you started to bob your head. You lost track of time between his fingers, questing over your shirt, and the sound of the tires on the road, nearly as rhythmic as the movements of your head.

Drool started to fall from the seal of your lips, coating down to his testicals, pooling over the soft skin and threatening to drip onto the old leather of the seat.

Denis’ whine hit your ears as you pulled off him, only to groan as your hand circled him again, lips finding their way around his sack, massaging first one, then his other ball. Your lips pulled off with a soft pop, only to find his shaft again. His hand instantly pushed you back down, hips hitching up to gain just a little more pleasure, a little more friction in you.

It was then that you felt his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to stay down on him. He only pulled his hand back the moment the entire car suddenly started to shake, a ruble from the strips on the edge of the road. Despite the danger, you finally tasted just a little bit of precum in your mouth, the danger turning him on just that much more.

“Merde!” You pulled off with a noisey gasp, trying to pull some air into your body once again. Denis’ eyes were wild, a little unfocused, but the rumble through the car told you he was pulling over. Not wasting a moment of time, you leant back against the door, slipping off your trousers and underwear, a leg thrown over the back of the bench seat. His eyes fell onto your body, hungry, right when you felt the car get thrown into park, just a little too suddenly. He watched as your fingers spread yourself open for him, shocked at just how wet you’d gotten only from sucking him off.

The liquor bottle was in his hand again, and his eyes were on your shirt, still covering your breasts. He pushed it up your torso, one of his nails scraping between your breasts.

His teeth took the cork of the bottle, and spit it onto the floor. Denis finally leant over your body, and tilted the mouth of the bottle to your lips, pouring in more than a shot. Your head tilted back just enough to swallow, and let him see the look of your throat as it slid down. MOre french you didn’t recognize tumbled, and the splash of liquor on your chest forced you to look down.

Denis’ lips moved between your breasts, tongue laving over the skin before the thin run of liquor finally met him. It distracted you just enough for Denis to thrust into you, sliding home with mirrored groans from the both of you. You weren’t entirely sure where the bottle went, but both his hands were on your waist, just on the verge of being too tight, pulling you down and holding you just how he wanted your body. His teeth caught your skin, leaving a pretty little mark right between your tits, dehydration letting the skin dent.

His hand moved your legs over one of his shoulders, bending you even further in the small, uncomfortable spot. It wasn’t until he started to thrust, using your legs to guide your hips back against him, that the uncomfortable points faded into the haze of liquor, weed, and pure pleasure from the feel of his cock deep inside you.

Time ended up losing meaning, your moans and his soft swears falling between you both. His thumb moved to your clit, and between the deep spot he was hitting inside you, and the feel of him running over your clit, you were the first to tumble into bliss, trying to catch your breath. His cum splashed inside you, dangerously addictive.

Denis didn’t pull out at first, letting his hips hitch into you a couple more times, that sleazy grin you’d grown so very familiar with from the first time you’d met him once more on his lips.

His hands didn’t leave your legs, holding them up for just a few more moments, admiring the look of just how swollen your pussy was, how wet it had gotten from the sudden fucking.

“This must be my favorite look of you,” he admitted, one hand running down the back of your thighs, before a sudden sting of pain shot through you. The sound of his hand slapping your wet, abused hole rang through the small space.

French translations Ça va: how goes it? Ça va bein: it goes well Ça ne va pas bien: This isn't going well Non: no Pute: whore Ouais: yeah

A/N: Denis let me suck your dick challenge also this took me literally 30 mins to post cause I just kept thinking about this so i hope you enjoyed. I just hit 100k words written about Alfred Molina’s characters. I am absolutely shocked and honored love y’all

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