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Waiting and Waiting

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

This was written for the @the-oscar-isaac-collective Coffee and Cream NSFW Zine, which you can download (for free!) here!

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Summary: Cecil forgets to fill up the car, leaving you both stranded.

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, oral sex (reader receiving), car sex, p in v sex, cream pie, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2107

“Ugh, I’m so bored.” Cecil groaned, dragging out the last word as dramatically as possible.

You turn and pull a face at him where he’s lying down all over the back seat. “And who’s fault is that?”

He pouts, “Yeah, I mean, sure.” He shifts a little, leaning up on his elbows so he can look at you properly. “But that was an accident and-”

“How is forgetting to fill up the tank-”

“I said I was sorry.” He pouts even more, poking out his bottom lip and frowning. “And I am sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Uh huh.” You say unimpressed, turning back around.

Cecil had been driving when the gas ran out in the middle of fucking nowhere. You’d just about managed to call Harry before your phone's signal completely disappeared, telling him where you were and what had happened. He’d headed out to get to you both, with a spare can of gas, twenty minutes ago. But you both still had at least another hour to wait.

Cecil was also being partially whiny because he didn’t have any weed.

He sighed again, checking his jeans and jacket pockets for the twentieth time, “can’t believe I don’t have anything. Not even a half a joint, you know?”

You glare at him in the mirror.

He pauses, biting his lip before he sits up and inches forward, resting his chin on the back of your seat. “I’m sorry.” He says sweetly, trying his best to worm his way back into your good graces.

You stay quiet and seethe.

“I could… make it up to you, you know?”

When you continue to ignore him he lightly touches your shoulder and you flinch, giving him a glare.

“What?” He blinks rapidly at you, trying his best to give you a Puss in Boots stare.

You put your hand on his face and gently push him back, “Fuck off Cecil.” 

“Awwwww,” he whines, “That’s not fair, I’m trying to be nice.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you’re still pissed off at me.”

“I am.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“Can’t always get your own way.” You keep facing ahead and cross your arms, but there’s a hint of amusement in your voice.

“I’m not trying to get my own way,” He leans forward again, pressing his cheek against your shoulder softly and nuzzling when you don’t push him away. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Cecil.”

“Friendly.” He nudges his nose against your neck.

“Cecil.”

“Helping you to pass the time.” The faux innocence in his voice is cut off as he tries to press a kiss to your jaw.

You slide in the other direction at the last moment so he misses.

He lets out a deep groan of frustration and bumps his face into your headrest as he mumbles your name.

You wait a beat before you answer. “What?”

“Please, just come back here and sit on my face so I can apologise properly.”

You turn to look at him painfully slowly. “No.”

He whines exasperatedly, smacking his knuckles lightly on the back of your chair. “Why?”

“I don’t have to give you a reason.”

He moans, sulking and you grin wickedly. “I think you just like seeing me upset.”

“I do.” You nod.

He tuts. “That’s not nice.” “I’m not trying to be nice.”

He sits up, leaning close like an obedient dog. “I’m really good at it.”

“Good at what?”

He groans at your tease, “You know, eating pussy? I’m really good at it.”

“How many stars have you got on Yelp?”

He laughs then scowls, trying to stay serious, “I’m being honest you know?”

“Sure.”

“I am.”

“Okay.”

“Look,” He shuffles closer again, “I’ve had many happy, erm, Pussy Owners who enjoyed-”

You burst out laughing, “Pussy owners?”

“Yeah, all of them said-”

“You know saying you’ve performed a lot of oral sex isn’t the positive you think it is, it  just makes me think you must have a lot of STIs.”

“Hey,” He playfully shoves you in the arm and laughs despite his efforts at fake outrage. “I do not.”

“Sure.” “I got tested.”

“When?”

“Last week!” He folds his arms, raising his chin in self triumphantance.

You can’t help but chuckle, “Have to get those a lot, huh?”

He gives you a mock scowl, “I like to be safe.”

“Sure.”

“And also it’s good to if I wanna give blood.” He shrugs, looking down.

The look shouldn’t get to you, how he nervously plays with his fingers when he speaks. The little flame of affection you have for him warms your chest.

“So how come you’re so good at it.” You say, giving him a little nudge with your shoulder and smile.

He grins back at you, bright eyed. “Practice.”

“Uh huh.” You laugh and he nods enthusiastically.

“It makes perfect.”

You snort.

“Plus, I really like it, which helps because I wanna do it a lot, so that means I get a lot of practice without it feeling like practice or anything, cause it feels like a treat,” He leans closer, practically sitting between the driver and passenger seat at the most awkward angle. “You know, like the treat you would get for doing the practice.”

“Say practice one more time, please.” You tease.

Cecil huffs playfully, “You’re so mean, you know that?”

“I am not.” You laugh.

“You are. Always mean to me.” He sits back, crossing his arms over his chest and you turn around fully in your seat, sitting on your knees to look at him.

“No.”

“Yes.”

You giggle, “Okay, maybe sometimes.”

“All the time.”

“Only a little.”

“A lot!” He bites his lips together to stop himself from grinning, “I think you should come and apologise to me actually.”

“Oh,” you nod sarcastically, “do you?”

He nods back, “I do.”

“And how do you want me to apologise to you then?” You tease, expecting him to demand (beg) for a six-pack of beers, or a burrito when you were back home. So what comes out of his mouth next is a little unexpected.

“You should come back here and let me fuck you.” He swallows, the bob of his throat betraying his nervousness despite the certainty and self-assuredness of his words.

You pause, both of you letting his words hang in the air for a moment before you slowly turn back.

He stays quiet, but you hear the smallest hitch of his breath as you retreat. You don’t stay still for long though.

Before you can lose your nerve, you open the passenger side door and get out. You close the door firmly, letting the sound ring out, before opening the back one.

Cecil gulps, the action clicking in his throat, and slides along the seat quickly, giving you space to join him.

You put your hands in your lap as you sit, getting comfortable before you look up at him, “So-”

“Lay back.” He says softly, his eyes dark.

You swallow and do as he says. He moves to the side, lifting your legs up onto the backseat and kneeling between them.

He leans over you, lightly placing his hands on your side before he traces them down and slides under your sweatpants. He bites his lip, whining softly when you lift your hips to help him pull them down. He’s a little more unceremonious with your shoes, but gets them off quick enough so that he can rid you completely of your trousers. 

Your heart thuds in your chest, echos in your neck as he runs his hands over your thighs, staring at your underwear with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Fuck, you’re…” he lightly presses his fingers over the damp patch of your panties and your hips buck of their own volition. He groans quietly, his eyebrows pinched together as he rubs the tip of his fore and middle finger up and down. 

Pleasure sparks up your spine at his touch, pooling in your belly like liquid ore. You shudder, a small moan escaping your lips and Cecil whines loudly, diving forward and pressing his mouth against you. 

You gasp, arching up as he groans and licks you over your panties, sucking the cotton into his mouth and grinding the bridge of his nose against your clit. 

His fingers dig firmly into your legs, keeping you spread without causing any pain as his stubble scrapes deliciously against your inner thighs. He laps at you, moaning and soaking your underwear with his salvia. 

You gasp as he sucks at your clit, the friction of the cotton sending shivers up your spine. The sound you make is so high pitched it almost doesn’t seem like it could come from your mouth. 

All thoughts of this being a bad idea rapidly fall out of your head as he continues his onslaught, pressing closer and only pulling back for a fraction of a second so that he can pull your soaked underwear to the side and dive back in. 

“Fuck!” You whine, your hips moving on their own, chasing the pleasure of his mouth as you finally feel his tongue on you. You didn’t expect him to be so good with his mouth, had taken his previous words as false bravado, and now you were sure you could fall apart after barely a second. 

He laps at your folds with boards swipes of his tongue, moaning pornographically as he does, his eyes rolling back in his head as he latches onto your clit and sucks just hard enough to pull you to the edge of madness before releasing you and starting all over again. 

“Cecil,” you thread your hand into his hair to ground yourself, “fuck, god, that’s, that’s so fucking good.”

He groans at your praise, desperate to please you. He moves his mouth back for the smallest moment, giving your clit a quick kiss, “you taste so fucking good.” 

You don’t get a chance to reply, your words lost as he sucks your clit into his mouth once more, swirling the very top of his tongue against you in tight, soft circles that have you screaming. 

You come in a blinding rush, your body throwing you headfirst into the sensations and letting you drown in them as pleasure sweeps over you and leaves you weightless. 

Cecil whines as the flood of fresh wetness hits his tongue, greedily drinks it down and looks up at you with large lust blown eyes as you come undone for him. 

You breathe hard, just about getting your bearings as he quickly sits up and unbuckles his belt. 

The zip of his fly opening brings you back to reality for a second and then the hot, leaking head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. 

“Cecil,” you gasp, he's still got your underwear pulled to the side haphazardly, one hand pressed firmly against your thigh as he pushes in. 

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he groans, low and deep as he sinks into your heat. “Wow, oh fucking god, knew you’d feel good, but this, Jesus, fuck.” He swallows harshly, cutting off his own words with a cry as he sheaths himself fully inside. “Not gonna last more than thirty seconds, I’m sorry.” All his words run together as he shallowly thrusts, experimentally pulling out a fraction to sink back in. 

He feels good, hard and hot and stretching you in the most perfect way. You moan softly, moving with him and he groans loudly, snapping his hips into you like a man possessed. He moves in a rush, so overcome with sensations that he barely has time to remember to breathe. 

“Oh god, you’re so pretty, you know that? So beautiful? I wanted to kiss you for the longest time, wanted to taste you and make you come and,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he gets lost in the pleasure of your heat. “I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m gonna…” 

He whines, his thrusts uneven and sloppy as he shudders, stutters and then moans. His back bowing as he comes deep. 

He looks so beautiful as his face screws up in pleasure, his mouth open and neck taut. 

You barely have a moment to enjoy the view before he's pulling out roughly and yanking your panties off your legs. 

“Cecil,” you chuckle, “what are you doing?” 

He grins up at you as he pushes back between your legs and runs his tongue through your folds. 

You gasp and shiver at the spark of heat that ignites again. 

“I made a mess, gotta clean it up.” He gives you a cheeky smile and wink before he dives back in and groans. 

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