NOTE: More smut with these dorks, hope you like it :)
Screaming for two beers at one of the bartenders you slam the two tickets and plastic cups on the already wet and sticky bar. The drunk girl that took your order brings back the two brimming cups and you squish yourself between the people that were waiting for their turn, a cup on each hand, balancing them with a gracefulness you thought should be deserving an award. Last time you attended your University's great yearly party was in your first year of your degree, finding it overcrowded and cold. Who got the great idea of celebrating the University's name, in November, in the open air?
You spot your flat mate sitting on the staircase you left her at. Sitting on the free space left by her purse, you hand her a cup and make a small toast. You drink the cold cheap beer, searching the crowd since you got back on campus. He should be easy to spot, yet somehow he always saw you before you saw him. You have not crossed another word with him since yesterday's exchange.
If you found him, great. If you didn't, maybe not so great.
When you got home and told your friend of your plans she looked at you quizzically. Apparently, you could magically change your mind in a matter of 24 hours. After taking a shower – the persistent ink still on your thighs – she told you to dress for the occasion. She wanted to introduce you to some friends of hers so you would forget about Dark Prince. She still didn't know the specifics.
She was appalled when she saw you going out in a shirt, jeans and short boots. You told her the occasion required for an unfrozen ass by the end of the night, and so you pulled your jacket on. Unable to tell her the real goal of your layers.
You would lose your mind if you found him while wearing a skirt. You would want nothing else but for him to sneak a hand. He could not do that with a thick layer of snuggling fabric between his hand and your willing pussy.
Your friend snatches your more than half empty cup, serving herself the remains of your beer. You gape at her as she puts her half full cup inside your empty one, keeping both. You need that, otherwise you'll have to pay for another one.
"If you want to meet my friends, text me," what? "I'll be over there with them," she points at a huge naked tree near the bar. "If I move from there, I'll text you," she rolls her eyes at your dumbfounded face. "You've got Dark Prince over there looking at you," looking were her head pointed at, you see Kylo standing with his small group of friends, he averts his gaze as soon as your eyes lay on him. "Tell me if you leave campus."
You look back at her and her smirking face, and you want to tell her how wrong she's got it. You're wearing pants! Nothing will happen!
She gets up, taking the two cups with her, and her hand makes a small waving motion. You see her go. When you turn around Kylo is shifting from one foot to another, his friends listening to him, he takes a small step to his side; with a nod, he turns around and walks away.
You see him disappear, he has not even looked at you before leaving, what is –
An alert buzzes in your pocket.
"I'll wait 10 minutes in front of the library."
You want to go. But you still wanted to ask him so many things. It pains you, either you have him or his answers. Or, most likely, neither.
You want him.
Getting up, you leave the loud party behind and you hurry towards your library; you see him almost identically as last time.
Back against the brick wall, looking at his phone, this time with grey jeans and a thick black sweater. You approach him, not getting too close – he will engulf you. He takes his phone away and considers you.
"Come into my car," he asks without asking, uncomfortable. Pensive, you set your gaze on a brick near his shoulder. "You can ask me whatever you want," he quickly adds, you look at him. His mouth furrows, and suddenly he looks more at ease, a glint in his eyes. "If I answer I take your clothes, if I don't, you take mine."
You bite your lip, trying to hide a small grin.
"Deal," you say, first following him with your eyes and then setting your pace a short distance behind him.
You walk past two half empty parking lots, of course he must have parked as far away from the party as possible. Almost leaving campus behind, you follow him to a small unlit parking lot, his car's lights flashing for a moment as he unlocks it. You see him leaning inside the driver's seat, shutting the door, going over to the passenger's seat and doing the same.
Kylo gets into the backseat, you follow after, resting one knee on the cushions. His hands grab you and pull you on top of him, leaning towards the door while you straddle his legs, closing it.
He sits back and you just stare at the half of his face lit by the moon. Kylo's hands heavy on your thighs.
"Do socks and shoes count?" you ask, to break the identically heavy silence. Kylo's eyes fall to your boots.
"No," his legs move under yours to kick his off, you lean a bit back to take yours with your hands. "Neither does your jacket," he drags it down your shoulders as soon as you took your boots and socks – not giving you time to protest him – discarding it beside him.
"Do you do this with others?" you ask, almost whispering, his fingertips dipping into the hem of your shirt.
"No," he answers in kind, somehow you think he has practiced his answer. You begin to feel the cold fingertips on your skin as he drags your shirt up, making you shiver, he doesn't stop – you love the way his eyes go up as he uncovers you. You raise your arms when he reaches your bra; Kylo leaving you almost half naked.
His fingers don't stop making patterns on your skin, caressing and hands squishing your waist, distracting. You focus.
"Why did you follow me into class?" you whisper. His eyes are on yours, but his hands don't stop, you see his lips pursing, releasing – pursing.
You sneak your hands under his soft sweater, he leans a bit forward, back off his seat, you pull the wool from his head and then down his arms. Huffing in disappointment; him looking at you with a little smirk. Somehow, now you have to take his t-shirt.
"Were you planning on touching me when you followed me?" you are not sure if you want him to answer or not. His eyes travel down, then up.
"No," he says, slightly shaking his head, his warmer palms cup your covered breasts. You're going to lean forward for him to unclasp your bra, but his fingers get beneath it, pushing it enough to free your tits. He immediately gets your nipples between his fingers, slowly pinching and tugging them.
Whimpering when his pinch gets too strong, he does not trouble himself with the clasp of your bra, Kylo takes it the same way he took your shirt. His fingers never leave your tits and nipples.
You feel him harder beneath you. You need to think.
"Do you like me?" you breathe more than say.
His fingers are on the button of your jeans, you grab his wrists but he's already unbuttoning your pants and lowering your zipper.
"Yes," his hands are on your ass and he pulls you against him, dragging your jeans down, making you sit back on his legs again. Your hands fly to the front seats as he puts your feet on his stomach, dragging your pants all the way down your legs. "Why did you put these on?" he huffs under his breath.
"So you couldn't take them off," you answer while he takes them away and makes you straddle him again.
"I see everything has gone according to your plan," his hands roam up your thighs, fingers stopping near the almost faded ink. His hands cup your ass, pulling your body to his, your hands on his shoulders. "Remind me. What did you do, bad girl?"
Your cheeks warm up and his nose is so close to yours, his fingertips playing with the elastic bands of your panties and his hard cock pressed against your wet covered pussy. Who would be able to think like this?
"I was making the questions," you tell him, trying to regain your control over him while being almost completely naked.
"I'm making them now," he whispers, your skin feeling too hot. "You answer, you take something off me," your hands move to the neck of his t-shirt, wanting it gone. "Tell me. What did you do?"
You swallow, trying to find the words to tell him that you spent half a day walking down the corridors with marked thighs and no underwear. Thrilled that he was the only person in campus that knew that – that he had your panties in his pocket. You can't find your words.
He pushes you back on his legs, your hands find support on the front seats and he is removing your underwear the same way he did with your pants.
Completely naked, taking deep breaths, he makes you straddle him once more but doesn't keep your body too close to his. He wants to see you, even if you're half in shadow. Kylo's hands skim up to cup your tits, squishing – once – and moving down again, gripping your hips and making you show him more of your pussy. Your hands glued on his shoulders.
"You like going around showing your wet pussy?" his thumbs make patterns so close to it, spreading your lips, making you pant.
"Yes," you manage, his lips curl. Kylo is leaning a bit forward and your hands grip the back of his t-shirt, pushing it up, getting it over his head – untidying his hair. You hate that his hands need to leave you for a moment. Throwing his clothing in the dark, your fingertips move up his skin, you feel two of his getting wet as he rubs them between your pussy lips.
You moan, caressing shoulders and neck, moving your hips so he goes up to your clit; he doesn't brush it once.
"Do you want my fingers inside you?" anything.
"Yes," you whimper, needing, forgetting about his clothes.
You protest when he stops touching you to unbutton his pants. Realizing what he is doing, you take his hands away to lower his zipper, getting up on your knees to allow him to slide his jeans down, Kylo kicks them off almost the same way he did with his shoes and socks. You sit back on him, one hand on his waist, the other caressing and rubbing his covered hard dick, tip soaking his underwear. He must be desperate to take that off, how can he go on teasing you?
Kylo's hands make you resume your position to stretch you with one fingertip, moaning, you move to take all his finger – hand squishing him. He thrusts up against your fist and slides another finger.
He's got some fucking wide fingers.
His palm buries them even deeper to then take them out of you. You chase after them, he indulges you, making you ride his fingers. You slowly move your fist up and down his covered erection and he makes you gasp when his free hand uncovers your clit, still not touching.
"Do you want to cum, bad girl?" he hisses, lips pursing, chest moving the same way yours did – he has to be dying to take his damn underwear off.
Something makes you want to see him even more desperate.
You moan – loud – riding his fingers, one hand gripping him and not moving. The other making its way to cup his covered balls – oh, how he grits his teeth. You don't have any clothes for him to take.
The hand uncovering your clit goes up to pinch one of your nipples.
"Answer, slut!" with a pained whimper he no longer lets you slide up and down his fingers. The pinch on your nipple is getting tighter and you squirm under it, hurting in such a good way that makes you want to ask him to squish the other one.
You submit, "Yes! Make me cum, please."
You raise yourself on your knees, urging him to slide down his last piece of clothing and gripping his cock as soon as you uncover it. His tip so red and soaked and swollen, you smear his precum down his shaft, Kylo grunting and spreading his legs – fingers thrusting inside you.
A hand gripping your previously neglected nipple.
"You like being called a slut, girl?" his hold tightens, but his fingers fuck you so well.
"Yes," you moan, face burning; adoring him. You grip his slickened cock and cup his balls like before, Kylo is back thrusting against your fist.
"I want to fuck you, slut," he says, hissing every word, his hand leaves your nipple and his thumb is circling your clit.
You've been dying to really feel him inside you for so long that you find your words between your moans.
"Already fuck me, Kylo!" you scream, because that's the only thing you can do with your closing orgasm and his thumb sending you over it.
For a moment hot pleasure blinds you and you keep riding his fingers as you clench around them. Whole body tingling with the sensation, and as you're spasming on his fingers you see him silently opening his mouth and his cock twitching in your hand. Cum staining his stomach. His fingers letting you ride the last waves of your orgasm and your hand making his last drops fall on himself and your fingers.
You stop moving, both of you regaining your steady beating, you let go of his cock and lick your fingers. Kylo leaves you empty and pushes your knees to the floor of his car, grabbing your hair and pulling your lips close to his cum.
"Lick me clean, slut," you clench your pussy, still feeling the remnants of your pleasure, and lick his stomach clean. His hand pulling your head back once you're done and his lips meeting yours. Kissing and devouring your lips, his tongue wanting to get inside and you letting him in, drinking him in just as he drinks you.
Kylo moves away to breathe again. Clouded eyes looking at yours.
"Do you want to go to my place?" you ask him. His eyes consider you, his hand releases its hold.
You feel both his hands cupping your nape, lips pursing, he nods.