18+mdni!!! based on this request xo
hayden christensen x reader
warnings: kinda DDDNE? (edit: no it is), age gap, unprotected piv, starts with maaaybe dubcon, hayden def ooc even if not an actual character lmfao, teasing, dirty talk, forced creampie, maybe sorta breeding kink. i got out of control oops as usual DDDNE so no tag list
you had never thought twice about the outfit you wore at the diner you worked at. it was a collared button down light pink dress with a white apron. you did admire it, for how girly it was and how the skirt twirled when you spun. you only did that when you were getting ready in front of your mirror, though.
your last guest of the night took a liking to it, you supposed. more than your regulars, who always told you your dress looked "extra pink today", which you had a feeling was a double entendre, but you chose to ignore it for the tips they handed out to you. the man you were serving tonight never stopped watching you. it could be creepy, if he wasn't such a fine man. his blonde locks fell against his face and his blue eyes watched your every movement. occasionally, he would flex against his tight shirt, catching your own attention, making your pale cheeks flush the same color as your dress.
as you handed him his check to bring to the register, he cocked his head at you.
"now, i hate to pry, but you really are just too beautiful. you wouldn't have a boyfriend now would you?" his voice was deep, alluring. you felt your face heat up again. you had never considered yourself drawn to older men, but he was more than appealing.
"no sir, i don't." you fiddle with the hem of your apron, barely able to meet his gaze.
"ah." he scans you, taking in every inch of your body, making chills run up your spine. "their loss, hm?"
you can't believe what you're hearing. "i guess so."
"and when do you get off your shift?"
you take a glance at the old black and white clock above the counter. "in about an hour sir."
he waves his hand. "none of that sir. call me hayden."
he grins, it's almost predatory, which you should be scared of. instead, heat shoots to your core and you resist pressing your thighs together.
"well, you have a good night." he stands, squeezing your hip on his way towards the register. this time you can't help but find some sort of friction, irritated that a man you just met could play your emotions so easily.
the rest of the night your mind keeps tracing back to 'hayden', bothering you more and more. you assume he might become a regular, just like all the other weirdos, so you'll eventually see him again. you finish wiping off the last of the dishes, placing them in the drying rack. you hated closing, your coworkers had gone home and you were the last to count the drawer and finish cleaning.
locking everything, you head out to your car, fumbling for your keys.
"stupid key. where is it?" you mutter, searching your bag. finally grasping the plastic, you go to unlock the vehicle when you're firmly pressed against it. the sudden act knocks the wind out of you, your hands fumbling against something- anything.
"shhh." a familiar voice, one you recognized, but you weren't sure how.
"stop, please." you beg, grabbing at the body behind you but were unsuccessful. the arms cage you in on either side of the car, the body pressed up against your back. the smell is a mans, musky, maybe. as much as you were concerned, you liked the smell.
"sweetheart, you liked me not too long ago." a nip on your ear. understanding flooded your system, as you realized who your attacker was.
"couldn't resist you in this uniform. you look so good." he murmurs, kissing down your neck. as much as you didn't expect him, the feeling was indescribable, solely from him kissing and sucking on your neck. once he realizes you weren't running from him, his hands move from caging you in, to resting on your lower abdomen, fingers teasing the creases of your upper thighs. with a pop, releasing from your neck, "want you to stay in that dress while i fuck you."
you turn to look at him wide eyed. "hayden, i don't-"
"get in the car." you pause. he narrows his eyes. he opens his mouth, but you decide not to hear what he has to say next so you click it open, crawling in the back. you're on your back, your dress bunched around your waist, your lace panties peeking out. hayden stands in the open door of the car, staring with a look you've only ever seen in the movies before the man ravishes the woman. he climbs over you, his breath fanning on you, hot and needy, before he attacks your lips. it's not a passionate kiss, like your ex boyfriend would give you when he hadn't seen you. it was raw. aggressive. one hand steadied himself against the door as he hovered above you, the other trailed down to find your covered clit. you could feel how wet you were, even before he pressed down.
his thumb strokes your bud, his fingers pressing against your clothed opening. he groans against your lips. "you're soaked. you like this don't you? you like not having control?" a whimper drops from your swollen lips, only spurring him on. he tugs your underwear down, rubbing your arousal around your pussy. the feeling elicits a moan from you, while hayden brings his hardened cock out, the tip dripping with precum.
"spread those legs for me." he grips your thighs, pushing them back, further than you've felt before, the stretch shooting up your legs. without warning, he plunges into your aching cunt, a cry escaping from your lips.
"hayden... oh my god!" the sharp sting from how deep he is mixes with how he hits your walls, the feelings overwhelming you.
"look so fuckin' good. everytime you're in that dress you're gonna remember my cock in you." he grunts, pushing himself deeper, which you couldn't fathom being possible. "fuck not gonna last in this tight pussy."
in between speaking filthy words to you, he's slipping his tongue in your mouth, sucking your lips, your mind hazy with the pleasure he's giving you.
the coil in your stomach wraps tighter and tighter until you feel yourself start to unravel, squeezing his cock as your rake your hands through his hair instead of gripping the seats. "hayden..." you gasp. "i can't-"
"that's it, squeeze my cock." he mutters, his voice barely above a growl. "gonna fill you up. make you drive home leaking my seed."
"no, hayden i'm not on birth control!" you claw at him, squirming underneath.
you can feel him grinning against your lips as he groans. you feel his cock throbbing inside you, painting your insides.
"gonna make you mine." he breathes out, slowly pulling out, watching his cum leak out of you, smirking at your horrified expression.
