Jake Webber X Johnnie Guilbert Smut And Fluff

Car Sex

Requested by: uhhh.... I forgorr..

Tw/kink
•oral
•praising/degrading
•slut calling
•public? Yeah
•honestly idk I just write here

Johnnies Pov:
I was bored out of my mind.

Weve been in this car for what felt like hours.

Me and Jake were on out way back from going out to eat but we got into a bit of traffic.

We'd been talking about random shit.

I was tired of it.

My social battery was definitely about to die.

"Johnnie, are you okay? Youve gone quiet, youre making me nervous" jake says looking over at me.

Jake did this thing that if i was quiet for to long he would get overwhelmed.

"Im good, just sick of traffic." I say looking at him.

He looked so pretty.

But we are just friends.

Right?

I dont know..

"I get it, are you sure your okay your a little bit red?" He says moving his right hand to my thigh rubbing it slightly to comfort me.

But it did the opposite.

Not gonna lie.

Gave me mad butterflies.

He was squeezing it gently.

I look away nervous

"Yeah I'm fine..." I say clearly not fine at all, i was so nervous.

"Okay.." Jake says. But he keeps his hand there.

Friends don't do this.

Atleast that I'm aware of.

"You know Johnnie. You're super beautiful. I hope you know that." Jake says looking at me.

I look at him with shocked eyes.

I smiled slightly.

"Can't tell if your lying or not" I laugh nervously.

He moves his hand to my inner thigh squeezing it.

"I mean it.. I'd never lie to you."

"Heh.... Thank you...." I say nervous, looking away.

I look at his hand and he's just rubbing my thigh with his thumb.

I place my right hand on top of his and trace his veins gently.

"Fuck.." He whispers under his breath.

"What?" I say looking at him nervous that I fucked up.

"Just... This traffic hasn't moved in a while and... Yeah.." He says... I can tell he's lying.

I observe him.

His face, uncomfortable?

Chest, racing?

Stomach, normal

... Crotch... Fucking Buldged.

"Oh" I say putting the pieces together.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, building courage to do something either really good, or fucking stupid.

He moves his hand and looks at me confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I should ask you the same thing" I say moving to where my knees were in the seat and my body was facing him.