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thisfanisgonesorry · 8 months ago

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Pls.pls.pls if requests are still open and if you feel like it, I need more Norman Jayden🥲man's frustratingly underrated (like wth?)

yes yes yes!! thats what im saying!!! i love him so much why is hr such a niche fandom >:( p.s excuse this being an unfinished kinktober draft from last year yikes :sob:

tags: m!sub, smut, canon deviance. intox / drug play (tw!), car sex, creampie, use of triptocaine, i think thats it :P

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The gravel on the road rattled under the wheels of his car as he drove down the backroads. A laser-focused glare, his hands twitching on the steering wheel as he tried to focus. A light pang of guilt, a grim frown. He pulled off to the side, hidden behind fences and facing train tracks. The slight sludging sound of the car’s wheels sinking into the mud.

The car came to a slow stop as the rain pittered on the roof, blurring the windows from prying eyes as he fiddled with the blue vial. He groaned, pulling the metal bar under his seat and pushing it all the way back, then pulling me onto his lap.

“Sorry to take you out here.” He mumbled, as his hands brushed up and down my skin. His lips glided across my collarbone with a low groan.

“S’okay.”

“Hotel room ain’t safe f’us..” He trailed off, mouthing softly at my shoulder and neck in an attempt to be apologetically reassuring. His mouth pulled away with a short and shaking inhale, he leaned back and fiddled with the vial.

He opened it with a pop of the lid, one finger pressed against the opposite side of his nose and he gave a sharp inhale, snorting half of the vial and leaning his head back onto the headrest with a shaky sigh. “That’s the stuff.” He mumbled before holding towards me. “You wanna hit?”

I took it from his hand and held it to my nose, inhaling the last half while tilting my head backwards, slumping down into his arms, going partially limp and letting the vile slip out of my hands and onto the floor somewhere to be incriminating evidence at a later date.

“Thank you, baby.” I crooned, leaning into him and letting my lips brush against his neck. He let out a breathy moan and nodded into it, holding me tightly against him.

“Just keep kissin’ me, gorgeous, gotta let it hit.” He rasped out gently, sinking into the seat as I took control. His hands kept running up and down my sides, and he reached down momentarily, spinning the dial for the chair to lay less upright.

He loved the weight, laying down with me on top of him and letting us sink into the chair. He was limp, slumped against the fabric of the carseat. His eyes glazed over as he tried to enjoy the feeling, what little strength he had left he used to support my body that was lazily draped over his.

It only took a few moments to settle in. I sighed, shuffling around to grind into his hips lazily, waiting for the sudden renewal to hit me like a train. His breathing was ragged as he shuffled his hips, unbuckling his belt and trying to tug them down.

“I missed you.” He breathed, tugging at our clothes with a fervour to get them off. His shirt was thrown over the back of the seat and his pants pulled to his thighs, his hands fiddled between the hem of my shirt and my waistband.

I drew my hands to pull down my shorts with a lazily hum. “Missed you.” I lifted my hips, brushing my nose against the top of his head as I kicked the fabric to the floor. “So bad.”

My position made him nuzzle his face into the curve of my chest. His body trembled as he took off my shirt, throwing it in the backseat, and his mouth exploring the expanse of my torso.

My fingers laced through his hair, with a smug grin, his lips wrapped around the nub, earning a choked moan. “Cold?” He hummed, feeling them harden under the rain-clad air. I huffed in dry amusement, reaching behind me to turn on the heat, the air blowing through the car. “Smart.” He mumbled, not disconnecting from the skin.

His fingers danced across the flesh, short groans eliciting from his throat as his mouth stayed preoccupied. He dipped down, rubbing the insides of my thighs before grazing higher, and rubbing two fingers between the folds. His thumb running circles with a hazy look of adoration.

He tilted his face upwards, taking in the look on my face as he sunk his fingers deep, lazy circles on my clit. I nodded blankly, my hands digging into his hair, tugging at the locks to hear the lewd sounds that left his mouth. Both as vocal as the day is long.

“Please, let me fuck you.” He asked softly, his fingers pumping and curling softly, feeling the wetness drip into his palm. “Please.”

His voice was breathless and pitchy like a child about to break into tears, low whispers of pleads filling the air as his fingers curled. My mind was too far away, too distant to fully distinguish the words from the slight ringing in my ears from the perfect way he pushed into my squishy spot that was calling his name.

My nails dug into his shoulders with a vacant nod, and he nodded back slowly. “Come on, say it.” He whispered, needing that vocal permission; “Tell me you’re here, gorgeous.”

“I’m here.” I sighed at his slowed movements, my body slumping slightly and head resting forward on his shoulder. “Yes, you can—” My body tense but languid at the same time, feeling everything all at once jolt through me as my mind ran hurdles to balance it out.

“Yeah?” He breathed with a lopsided grin, taking no time to shimmy his hips into place.

His hand tightly wrapped around his cock as he rubbed the tip between the wetness. His hips bucking as he slid himself up and down. I nodded, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered whenever his needy tip brushed against the entrance.

He slid in with a breathless groan, feeling the warmth, it was almost overwhelming as the chills covered his body. “Oh, fuck.” A small sigh as his body writhed against the seat. He pushed deeper and deeper.

I bit my lip, hovering over him until his hands gripped my waist and pulled me down into his lap. An atypical rhythmic pattern of sloppy movements, moving my hips back and forth, audible grunts drawing from his throat.

My senses slowly started to come back to me, shuffling my knees to his sides and beginning to move myself in time. His throat constricted tightly and silent pants for air were all that were audible as his lips chased mine, but never connecting.

“You feel so good, so damn good.” I praised as I moved my hips so he’d nudge where I wanted him to. “I missed this.”

He vacantly agreed, his hips rolling desperately as he watched me slowly fall and then rise on him, his head lolled to the side as his lips ghosted my skin, my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “God, please use me.” He whined, wanting more, more, more.

I shuffled my knees again to support my weight, my hands on his shoulders as I slowly dragged myself up the space of his cock, then moving down harshly. On each downstroke, the soft tip would roughly hit the spongy spot inside, a blissed out moans from both of us filled the compact space.

His body trembled, his arms loosely draped around my waist and spine, his mind reeling with the bruising pace that shook the car. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” I slurred out, head lolling to the sides like I didn’t have the strength to hold it up. “It’s been too long.”

“Yeah. Has.” He responded simply, words bouncing around his skull in an attempt to form sentences like a DVD screen saver. His back would arch, pressing into me, before he’d slump back down into his comfortably languid state.

“Help..” I whined, pulling at his hands to help me fuck myself on him, my knees buckling at the exhaustion that strung itself through my body. He picked up quickly, his hands digging into the soft skin above my hips, digging his nails in and moving me in time. His body almost perked to activity at the request to do something besides lazily dragging his lips across my skin.

“That’s it, use me to get off, fuck.” A strangled moan dragged from his pink lips, swollen and slightly bruised from the way he tried to muffle himself and tried to press love on my skin. He was half mindless, too content to think; Why would he? His dream girl sitting on his lap, feeling higher than heaven.

The build up was overwhelming yet slow paced — an innate inability to relax enough to feel it due to the way high stakes euphoria spiked every inch of the body between my toes and my fingers.

My fingers dug into his hair and his eyes were glued on me, astonished by the view. A light golden hue in the car from the overhead light, the pitter-patter of rain on the roof, the blowing huff of the heater, and his girl perched on his lap like a prize.

“Fuck me like ‘m a toy, gorgeous.” He whined, jerking his hips to meet my thrusts, his words slurred and coming out like ‘gorjus’, “I’m close.”

His hips jerked in time with my downstrokes, and my hips rolled against his before they separated. The space between our thighs was a sticky mess, and I moaned in agreement. The train tracks rumbled in the distance as I felt elated, like I was floating on air.

My body was taut, my stomach clenched and my pussy squeezing him tightly. He let out a choked groan and I ran my fingers through his hair, cupping his face. “I’m gonna cum—” He warned.

His thighs clenched as he tried to hold it back, but he didn’t stop the tight grip on my waist, I didn’t stop the way I moved on my knees. “Me too.” I whispered. HIs head buried into my neck with a whimper, mouthing at the skin with tender kisses, something to keep his mouth busy to keep himself from the imminent.

His cock twitched as he felt the warm, wet space strangle him, he knew it was close, too close to keep fighting it back, tears pricking his eyes as he let out choked moans. “Where you want it?” He begged, barely able to get out the words.

“Anywhere.”

A sob clawed at his throat. “Please, inside— god, inside, I want it inside.”

He felt the rhythmic pulse around him and his head threw back, thrashing against the headrest with a low groan. The train tracks vibrating, the loudness of its approach counteracting the ringing in my ears as my back arched, my rigid body pulling away from him as I dug my nails into his shoulders as grounding.

The bright light from the larger vehicle riveted into the cabin, a white glow that illuminated him, the jaw slack and knitted brows, arched upwards and creasing his forehead as he tried not to clamp his eyes shut.

“Norm—” Almost silent cries left my throat, muffled by being so close to the tracks, and as the train droned past, he forcibly pulled me into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into his chest and burying himself into my neck.

His moans vibrated through me as his hips jerked with vigour, before pushing to the deepest point, “Oh, fuck, I’m—” With that same pitchy whine, stammering wildly, his cockhead twitching as he felt his release wash over him like cold water.

Our bodies melted together, limp and tired, sweaty and engrossed in each others presence. Head resting on each others shoulders as the hum of the heater broke the silence between our pants for air. It was like a sudden crash, hitting all at once and now the exhaustion set it quickly.

“D’ya wanna turn on the radio?” He mumbled awkwardly with a kiss to the shoulder, shuffling his body to keep the embrace. A long silence filled as the 8-track played, the guitar instrumental playing us out as we set ourselves in the embrace, uncaring of the world outside, uncaring of being perceived, and uncaring of the bite the cold air brought.

The return of the Thin White Duke. Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes — here are we, one magical moment. Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven.

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