Dive - Stretch (Tim Roth) x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: You’re looking for a good time at a bar, and find Stretch, hanging out.
Notes: This is Tim’s character in Gridlock’d. Watch it!!! He’s an adorable bby!! But also sexy af.
The guy’s sitting at the bar, one foot tucked underneath him like a fidgety child. He’s rolling a pretzel between two fingers, staring at it so intently that he seemed to wish it was something else.
Sauntering down the sidewalk in a white shirt that exposes your midriff and a skirt far too short to be anything but inticing, you enter the seedy dive bar, and immediately appreciate the smooth vibe. People give you appreciative looks, but you’re on your way to a drink.
You scan the room, and look for a potential partner… you want to get laid tonight, and you’re not beating around the bush. There’s a strikingly sexy guy hanging out just to your right, minding his own business without tossing you a second glance. You always liked guys who didn’t climb all over you from the get go… they’re good fun.
You approach, and he gives a haphazard glance your way, before fully appreciating you. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“It’s not beautiful,” you reply.
“That’s alright, I’m sure it’s got a great personality.”
A laugh bubbles in your throat, and the guy looks up at you again, grinning and actually letting out a small chuckle of surprise himself that you found that funny.
“Hey, you’re lucky I got the brain to use that witty shit on ya tonight. Caught me this morning, I wouldn'ta been able to string two sentences together, let alone chat up a hot fuckin chick. Would'a been sitting here like a god damn potato.”
“Why’s that?” you indulge him, and he makes a pot smoking gesture. You nod knowingly, and lean against the bar.
“Well, I’m glad I caught you sober.”
He tilts his head, tipping back another shot. “Close, but not exactly, baby.” He then takes a cup of clear liquid and drinks from it… water? Maybe he was actually trying not to get piss drunk (for once, it looked like).
You narrow your eyes curiously. He’s intriguing, and you’re not quite ready to move on. “What’s your name?”
“Stretch,” he shakes your hand with an adorably dorky gesture, legs still crossed on the bar stool, and you nod slowly. He goes on. “Alexander Rawland, but you can call me Stretch.”
“Cause I stretch girls’ pussies when I fuck them,” he retorts confidently, and you smirk at that rehearsed answer.
“Stretch,” he says firmly, “My abusive stepmother used to call me Alex.”
“Where is she now?” you ask.
“Dead. My best friend shot her,” Stretch smiles, and raises a glass, tipping back another shot. You drink to that too, and he wipes his mouth, spinning his stool.
“What’s your name, then?”
“Yeah? That is so a beautiful name, what are you talking about?” he jokes, and lights a cigarette with an experienced flick of a purple zippo. “How bout I buy you a drink, (y/n)?”
“Yeah, let me get you something, baby.”
You accept, and he orders you a beer, which you thank him for.
“You’re cute,” you say slowly.
“Yeah?” He’s not stopping you there– grinning salaciously, he tips another shot back.
“Would you like it if I fucked you?”
“I’d love it,” you grin, licking your lips, and he holds up a finger, downing one more shot. “For the road.” He drops his cigarette into the water glass, grabs your wrist, and drags you through the crowd. “I got a special place for us, baby.”
He takes you into the bathroom, to the far stall. The walls look dirty enough not to touch, with signatures and graffiti all over the place. You don’t even wanna know what’s on these walls, but the grime of it all turns you on a little… especially when you’ve got an eager man in front of you ready to show you an amazing time.
“Christ. You really are fucking hot, honey,” he moans, and turns you around, groping your ass with a dirty growl. You groan, bending over, and your pussy clenches as you hear him undoing his belt. He jerks himself a couple of times, and leans forward.
“I’m clean, I’ll pull out before I finish, yeah?”
You nod, pushing back against him, and he shoves your skirt up, pulling your panties down while jerking himself to the sight of your wet cunt, legs spread just for him. When you’re exposed to him, he finally pushes in and lets out a sigh of relief. You squeeze around him, shifting your hips back in a slow grind to encourage him to move. He reaches forward under your top, and rolls your breasts in his hand. You arch your back, marveling at how good he really is.
“Fuck,” you groan, “Fuck me harder.”
“You want it harder?” he grunts, “Like this, little slut?” He starts pounding in fast, and wraps his hands around your neck, not squeezing.
“Fuck yeah,” you all but whine, astonished at how Stretch was reading your mind. He leans in.
“Tap me if it’s too much.” You nod, and he squeezes, fucking in sharp, deep thrusts. You start to feel your climax building, and reach down to rub yourself off. Stretch looks down, and gets an idea.
“Oi, stop that. Turn around.”
Thinking you’re about to be reprimanded, you bite your lip and wait for it excitedly… but he picks you up, legs slung on either side of his head, and sits you against the seat, getting on his knees and lapping at your pussy.
“Ohhhh fucking…. fuck!” you babble, nearly choking him with your thighs, but he seems to like it, and goes harder, licking up and down your clit. Looking down, you see how fucking turned on he looks, green eyes gazing up at you like you’re a goddess on earth, and that’s enough to bring you to the edge.
“St… Stre-etch….” you give little gasps, “I’m… c-coming, I’m coming–”
He stops, pulling back with a mischievous grin. You groan, but he waits, watching you with evident lust.
“Please,” you beg, reduced to a whimpering mess for the man you just met at a dive bar. Stretch doesn’t say anything, just waits until your orgasm is dormant again… he then starts slowly licking, sucking your bud, and the pleasure builds two fold this time, driving you up the walls.
He stops, he fucking stops, grinning that stupid grin, and finally drops the smile, looking positively feral as he dives between your legs, using one hand to finger you rough while licking circles around your clit, and the other hand to jerk himself off onto the floor. You hold onto his shoulders and before you can stop yourself, slam a hand against the dirty stall, holding on as he makes you come so hard you see stars. Watching you come, he increases his pace, and shoots onto the floor, groaning your name and gasping.
“Oh god… oh god…” you whisper as you come down, “Oh, Stretch… oh my god.”
He smirks, heavy breathing, and helps you up. You help him tuck up, and he pulls your skirt down. Before he opens the stall, you stare at each other, and he drags you in for an absolutely filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue. When he pulls away, he takes your arm, and leads you out.
“Where the FUCKING HELL did you learn THAT MUCH about a clitoris?!” you ask him, a little too loud for the bar, but he seems boastfully smug about it anyway.
“Learned,” he shrugs, and you giggle and hold onto his arm, still giddy from the amazing sex.
“Stretch, where you been, man?” a taller guy with a bandana asks, and holds out a hand rolled cigarette that smells like weed. Stretch takes a long drag off it, passes it back, and does a cute little limb-shaking dance, looking up to the cieling before exhaling a plume. You wave at Stretch’s friend. The guy just eyes you, and smiles. “Hey, baby.”
“This is (y/n),” Stretch mentions, staring at your breasts.
“Perv,” you mutter playfully, and he winks.
“Ah, I see,” his friend says. “Want me to get my ass outta the apartment for the night then? Or can I stay and watch?”
“You know I can’t get it up for an audience,” Stretch rolls his eyes, you walk off toward his apartment together. There’s no way you’re through with him tonight.
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