Catfish and the Bottlemen AU fanfiction.
"Well... I couldn't just leave it ignored. You'd need to be punished of course."
His words light a fire between your legs as a dark part of you stirs and comes to life. Your pulse races and your breathing dee...
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Small, light touches, drawing tiny patterns on the flesh of your upper thighs, trailing higher as you go until you catch the hem of your dress and inch it upwards. You keep your eyes ahead on the winding road, too nervous to glance over to see if you've got Johnny's attention. There's no reaction from him so you ease your legs open slightly, hitching the dress higher still. Surely he'll be able to see a hint of the black lace of your panties if he looks across at you now?
The silence in the car is deafening and your nerves increase but so does your excitement, the heat building quickly. You press a fingertip lightly over your covered clit, letting out a small sigh, tipping your head back against the head-rest. If he didn't know what you were up to before then there's no mistaking it now.
"What the hell d'ya think ya doing?"
His voice is quiet, cautious-sounding, and when you turn your head to look at him you can see tension in his face and his arms, every part of him braced. He's still looking ahead at the road but his eyes are flicking down to your legs every few seconds.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" You reply boldly, your confidence increasing as you see his cheeks taking on a rosy hue. You're pretty sure if you were looking directly at him now you'd see the telltale glaze of lust in his eyes. "If you must know you're turning me on talking about that day in your office... I can't help myself."
"But I can't do this with you anymore... I told you..."
"But you're not actually doing anything." You cut him off, increasing the pressure and letting out another sigh. "Damn... that feels good... wish it was you touching me instead though. Your fingers feel so much better."
"Y/N..." His voice is stern but you detect the waver in it, you can practically hear the lewd thoughts firing around in his brain. He's imagining pulling over right now, finding a remote little country lane away from prying eyes, undoing his fly and pushing your head down into his lap... or maybe both of you tumbling on to the back seat, tearing at clothing as you go. "Didn't you listen to anything I said?"
"Of course I did... you said how much you loved me sucking your cock."
His tongue darts out to swipe across his lower lip and you see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. "I did like it, of course I did, but it's wrong... it's so wrong."
"Felt good though huh?" You tease, fingers sliding firmer against the damp lace, your breathing hitching with how good it feels.
"Look... I know what you're trying to do and it's not gonna work... not this time."
His warning falls on deaf ears. If he was so adamant that things were over between the two of you he'd be heading back into town right now, not driving further into the heart of the countryside. Tall trees line each side of the narrow road like sentry, their branches obscuring the bright azure of the spring sky. It's the perfect setting for a clandestine hook-up. You could get up to absolutely anything out here and no one would ever have to know anything about it. Not even Van.
