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You look at him, noticing he’s looking at you, then back to the claw machine. There’s cats, dogs, sheep, chickens, little pigs, all cutesy and round.

A hum catches in your throat, barely heard above the music playing, “The sheep’s kinda cute.. and the puppy.”

Those blues linger for a moment before he squeezes your hand, letting go to tug his wallet from his pocket, “How about I win you both?”

The smack of your tongue makes him grin while you give him a look, “Well, aren’t you cocky, mister.”

There isn’t time to stop him before he swipes the preloaded arcade card on the machine, purchasing three chances at the claw game.

“Confident,” he corrects, stepping up to the machine and letting his hands rest on the controls. It takes one try to get the round sheep, Seb laughing as the shiny claw drops it into the chute, bending to pick it up.

Your jaw drops a bit, brows furrowing as you take the soft plush from him. “One shot? How’d you do that?”

His smirk melts into a more proud smile instead, watching you squish and feel on the sheep, chuckling while the claw adjusts itself back to default position. “Years of practice, pretty.”

You stare for a few moments, too focused on how impressed you are that he managed it first go.

You’re only snapped out of it at the sight of the puppy plush falling back into the pile of stuffies, quickly stifling a giggle with your hand.

Seb rolls his eyes with a bit of a huff, waiting for the claw to adjust itself again for his last try. The whir of the machine lowering down sounds out as it grips the puppy again, successfully lifting and dropping it into the chute.

Leaning forward when he does to grab the newly obtained plush, your brows furrow up, “This must be one of those easy ones. Y’know, for little kids to win.”

He barks a laugh, handing the pup to you, not even able to feel offended by your quip, “Or, maybe, I’m just that good.”

Giggles tumble from your glossy lips, looking at both the sheep and puppy side by side, “Y’r so full of yourself.” You fall into step with him as you both begin to walk slowly past other claw machines, peeking up at him, “thank you.”

The smug looks softens at your sweet gratitude, nudging his shoulder into yours, “You’re welcome, gorgeous. I’ll win you anything you want if you ask nice.”

His arm lays over your shoulders now, “Oh? And what constitutes as me asking nicely?”

Seb pretends to ponder the question, humming before looking down at you with a glint in his blues, “Maybe begging on y’r knees? Pouting a bit. Y’know, be real puppy eyed and-“

You gawk a bit, interrupting him, “We’re in public!” Nudging his chest with the little sheep plush, you huff, “No. I’ll just tell you what I want and you’ll get it for me.”

He lets out a laugh again, fingers squeezing on your arm, slowly his steps so you both stop. He takes the opportunity to lean in a bit, smiling, “Oh, so you just expect me to give you whatever you want? Just like that- what a spoiled thing you are.”

All flustered, naturally so around him, you start giggling again. The tease is.. probably true, but you’re not so smug about it. You’re about to say some innocent retort, but you turn your head enough to spot a different machine, gasping, “Look! Hello Kitty!”

The flirtatious banter dies down immediately as you grab his arm and tug him away.

An hour in the arcade feels like no time at all, the flashing lights and pings and beeps of different games just the right amount of overstimulation to forget about anything else.

Between playing actual games, all but five that you’ve lost, Seb’s acquired a medium sized bag filled with prizes for you. Mostly plushies, a small rolled up blanket, two blind boxes, and a brightly colored beaded bracelet.

You’ve been saying something about being hungry for the past fifteen minutes, but both of your attention spans kept getting distracted by different games on your way back up to the front of the arcade.

Currently, you’re watching him play some shooter game, brows furrowed as you try to make sense of the movements on the screen.

Some zombie game, the points go higher as he shoots them down, letting the next round load up.

“Wanna see a trick I learned?”

Stood beside him, you watch a bit tiredly, brain a bit fried now from the past hour of loud and bright sensations, almost getting a bit of a headache.

His question has you glancing up, brows lifting, “Uh?”

You see, you thought he meant a gameplay trick, or something. You don’t know, but you just didn’t expect him to hold his finger onto the trigger and go to town on it.

Immediately, the pain in your temples is forgotten, replaced by a swirling heat in your lower belly. Why? He’s just… basically fingering the gun. He shakes his hand quickly, rapidly pressing onto the trigger with his fingers tensed out.

Heat travels to your ears, barely registering the pings of the quick accumulation of points as he actively wins the games last round. Seb grins all big as the screen flashes with WINNER in bold letters, setting the toy gun back in the slot.

“Cool, right?”

Your eyes dart down to his other hand laying on the panel, long fingers circling the buttons to press back to the menu. Tearing your gaze away, you swallow, adjusting the grip on your bag of prizes as you try to ignore the throb your pussy gives.

“Yeah- yeah. Didn’t know you could cheese it like that. That’s cool.”

Seb’s no idiot, knows you like the back of his hand. With his full attention on you now, he can see the shift in your demeanor. He suddenly feels a bit hungry, and not for food.

A hand lifts to tuck some hair back, some strands having fallen loose from a bobby pin by your ear, “You like that, pretty?”

“What?” Your gaze lifts back to him, brows furrowing as you try to will back a now embarrassed flush. “Shut up. Can we go get something to eat now? I’m getting a headache.” You complain, maybe a bit bratty as you tug at his arm.

The smirk on his pink lips only grows wider as you try to deflect, clearly enjoying the way your tone shifts- annoyed rather than flustered.

“Alright, alright.” He tuts, following your lead towards the doors of the arcade.

Out in the car, the heat blows softly. The small space is illuminated by the screen of his phone while he looks up the menus of the restaurants around you, packed into the building strip.

You’re torn between mildly moody and obnoxiously horny, glancing at his hands again as he scrolls on his phone. Seb’s smart enough to get it, noticing the way your eyes dart at him, how you sit with your thighs smushed together.

He’s not really paying attention to the menus right now, mindlessly scrolling on some burger joints site, letting you look a bit.

“See anything you want? Or are you still thinkin’ about my fingers?”

You were leaning in closer with him, but the outright accusation has you gawking a bit. “Wh- I am not! Shut up.”

Reaching out, you just take his phone for yourself, annoyed at him yet you still feel the dreadful leak of slick that definitely ruins your panties.

He laughs, a surprised sound as he continues to tease you, “Yeah? Then why’re your ears all red again?” Lifting his hand, he pinches at one of said flushed ears.

You give this incredulous squeal, smacking his hand away, “Stop!”

The bit of attitude has him grinning slyly, hand coming back again to ghost his fingers under your chin, coaxing you back to looking at him.

“You’re not subtle, you know that? You want some attention, pretty?”

Sure, it’s easy for you to unintentionally get a bit bratty, but goodness does he handle it well.

You swallow, lashes blinking a couple times as you look over his face. It’s hard for you to defend yourself, he knows you so well after all.

“Um-“

The look of you, tongue tied and flushed, is more than he could ever ask for. His eyes go a bit lidded, pupils dilating while his thumb rubs along your jaw, first finger beneath your chin. “What?” There’s a lilt of challenge in his voice, “No more attitude? You were being awful mouthy a minute ago.”

“Uh-“ You gape a bit, feeling your cheeks warm with a swirl of embarrassment. “‘m sorry..” You apologize a bit sheepishly, thighs clamping together.

There’s this sweet coo from him, immediately satisfied by your demeanor. “Oh, don’t be sorry. Just tell me what you want, hm?”

His thumb catches a bit of the lipgloss you reapplied earlier, sticky and strawberry scented.

Your brows furrow up, like you’re conflicted, before just giving in as you start to complain, “‘m.. hungry, an’ my feet hurt, I got a headache and ‘m-“ you nuzzle into his hand a bit, embarrassed, “really horny.”

Whiny and endearing, he just loves you so much.

A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest, hand slipping to rest on the side of your neck instead, his touch like molten lava. Tauntingly, he leans in, nosing at your own nose, “Poor thing..”

It’s instinctive and maybe a little pitiful the way you lean in further, the seat creaking underneath you as you press your shoes against the floor. You expect him to kiss you, or maybe you’re silently asking for one, he isn’t sure.

Seb’s breath hitches either way, fingers flexing against your throat before sliding back up to the nape of your neck, giving the slightest tug on your hair just until you whine.

“Say please.”

The throb between your thighs increases ten fold, whimpering a little in response. “Please?”

It takes everything he has to not pounce on you right then and there once that cute beg sounds from you.

“Okay, good girl.”

The praise rolls off his tongue before leaning in, finally closing the gap and capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.

There’s this whiny noise that muffles against his lips, a hand reaching to grab at his bicep for stability. Lip gloss smears onto your chin, lips parted for him to take the lead as you squirm where you sit.

Seb swallows down the little noises from you, groaning himself. His tongue immediately slips into your mouth, licking over your own, tasting strawberry. That free hand of his wanders, finding your bare thigh, gripping and tugging a bit so you lean as close as physically possible in the front of the car.

Another muffled whimper, thighs pressing to the middle console, elbow knocking into the edge of it as you chase his lips.

His jeans already feel tighter, huffing a noise as he pats your thigh, pulling away with a bit of glitter on his own lips now, “Backseat.”

A squeal catches in your throat, turning and clambering into the back, feeling a light swat to your thigh again. It isn’t roomy by any means, especially when he follows and crowds his weight against you on the seat.

It’s cramped, but neither of you care as he pins you down, grabbing at your thighs to hike them up. Around his waist now, he leans forward, blanketing himself over you to capture your lips in another bruising kiss.

“Mmmh!” Your knees are pushed up, smushed by your sides as he ruts his clothed cock against you, rough denim making you complain. An arm flails, pressing your hand into the back of the front seat as you squirm beneath him.

He grumbles something as he pulls away, dragging his mouth along your jaw in a couple kisses, pulling a gasp from you. Nuzzling up, you bet some of your sparkly highlighter smears on his skin, the faint stubble on his jaw scritching over you. Your lungs greedily try to fill themselves with air, other hand tugging at his shirt.

It’s cute, sweetly intimate with breathy noises as you both paw at one another's clothes, hearing his belt buckle clank.

Seb sits upright suddenly- well, as much as he can without knocking his head into the roof. Hands nudge at the backs of your thighs, shoving you down some so he has room to fully undo his jeans. The zipper makes a shudder run up your spine, his blue eyes glued to the soaked spot of your panties.

“Can you wait another minute, pretty?”

“Shut up-“ It tears through you in a petulant whine, huffing. Your flat knocks against his shoulder on accident, folded in half in the crammed space as he shoves his jeans down a little. “Nnh- sorry-“

He fails to bite back a laugh turned moan, looking a bit too satisfied at the sight of you. One hand grabs your ankle, thumbing the anklet there before adjusting your leg. The other frees his cock, those brown lashes fluttering as he gives himself a few strokes.

“Don’t get bossy now.”

You can barely register the words as he yanks at your panties, pulling them up your legs and tossing the fabric to the car floor. The mewl you let out when he drags a couple fingers through your soaked cunt is enough to make his cock drool, moaning with you as he sinks both digits inside.

“Ah-!” Your feet kick, breath hitching in your throat while your nails dig into the drivers seat headrest.

He tuts softly, moving his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, just letting your body adjust to the stretch. Sticky slick shines over his knuckles, feeling his mouth water.

“That feel okay?” His other hand rubs at one of your thighs, feeling the tremble in your muscles.

It’s a sweet croon that has your pussy fluttering on his fingers, eyes rolling back for a moment. It’s embarrassing, how it takes nothing for you to fall apart for him.

“Hah- yeah, yeah-“ The jerking nod you give has him smiling, your clammy free hand trying to hold your other leg open for him.

The pad of his thumb brushes over your clit before finding a rhythm in gentle circles, his fingers thrusting more fluidly now, “Gonna make you cum like this, then I’ll fuck you, okay?”

Your thighs twitch, jolting as if you were shocked while lifting your head up. With upturned brows, you whimper, cheeks flushed hot beneath the blush you wear.

“Okay! Right- right there, oh my God.”

The hand on your thigh leaves, reaching to cradle your jaw and gently ease you to relax again as the feeling overwhelms you. He can tell you’re close already just by the noises you give, almost panicked little moans that have his anticipation growing.

“Shhh, there you go, gorgeous. Go ‘head an’ cum for me, then you can have what you want, alright?” The nasty smack of his fingers fucking you is all you can hear, back trying to arch in the folded position as the coil in your belly tightens.

Wide eyes stare up at him, a bit of hair loose from his ponytail, cheeks warm. Your mouth drops into a cute O as you pant, two more breaths before it snaps, orgasm crashing into you. You can hear some praising words as you convulse, pussy clamping down rhythmically on his fingers, covering them in shiny cum with an embarrassing squelch.

Seb moans with you, letting his thumb gently massage your clit, slowing his fingers down to a barely there thrust as you twitch. “Good, that’s nice, huh?”

Your foot smacks the roof of the car, almost dizzy with how hard you’re breathing, the car a bit heated now as he tugs his fingers free. He can’t help but laugh, sucking his fingers clean before shuffling closer to drag the head of his cock over you, catching on your swollen clit before smearing your slick over himself, catching what tries to leak out from your orgasm.

There’s some bratty complaint on your tongue, and it dies there as he pushes in. The stretch makes your toes curl, both hands flying to muffle the squealing moan you give out. Between not having much of a break and how thick his dick is, you’re on cloud nine, bordering on overstimulation as he sinks in deep.

He’s quick to grab your wrists, barring shiny eyes and babbling whines to him as he pins them above your head.

“Keep them up here.” The order is panted out, hips stopping in favor of fishing his phone from his pocket.

“Wh-“ Your brows furrow, cheeks flushing impossibly darker as you realize instantly what he’s doing.

He’s not moving, cock buried to the hilt in his girlfriend, all for a picture.

“Seb!” You complain in a petulant whine, foot kicking against his arm.

He laughs, grinning as he takes a few shots shamelessly, hand wandering across your thigh to give a warning nudge. “You know you love the attention. Don’t huff at me.”

You hear the chime of a video recording starting before he drops his phone to the floor, just to get the audio of you both. Common practice for him.

There isn’t even a moment to protest before he’s dragging his cock back, just to the flared tip, before snapping forward in a harsh rhythm.

The car rocks slightly, filled with lewd noises of wet slapping, whiny mewls and his huffing pants. A hand keeps him upright on the door, fingers pressed to the slightly foggy window. It’s quick, desperate, hands twitching where they obediently stay where he told them to, pressing against the door as the sheer force of his thrusts knocks you up closer, until your head bonks against it.

Seb groans loud and guttural, your moans rivaling your average pornstar, enough to make his mouth water and his spine tingle. His free hand lifts, thumb pressing over your bottom lip, “Open.”

Garbling on a moan, your hips kick down when he shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag. That alone as your poor pussy clenching over his shaft, leaking an embarrassing amount of slick that eases the way he fucks you, almost too slippery. The tears flowing from your eyes smear the mascara on your lashes a bit, and Seb wishes he could reach his phone for another picture.

He tuts a bit, this mocking, sweet tone while he rolls his hips slower, hard, thumb pressing against your cheek. “Don’t cry, gorgeous, y’r gonna ruin your pretty makeup.”

The babbled, muffled noise you give sounds awfully close to you calling him a jerk.

There’s this stupid smirk on his stupidly handsome face, having the gall to flirt and tease like his dick isn’t in you right now.

“What was that, love?”

In fact, he uses his other hand now to wipe at said tears, a poor attempt to fix your makeup while you grumble. His fingers pull back just to the first knuckle, covered in drool.

“You-” You hiccup, eyes fuzzy and nearly crossing at the now fast paced thrusts, hearing the squelch of your pussy. “Mean-“

There’s a low fuck that tumbles from him before he’s shoving his fingers back, cock twitching as his belly clenches, belt buckle smacking against your bare ass.

“Me? Mean to you?” He croons, panting, “Why would I wanna be mean to my good girl, hm?”

You whimper, protest forgotten as your tongue laves on his digits, swirling around and sloppily sucking, tasting remnants of your own pussy. Another few thrusts and your head smacks the door again, this pitiful sound huffed out when he pulls back and out of you, string of slick connecting his tip to your twitching hole.

You barely realize his presence is gone before he speaks, “Come here, love. Up.”

He helps, ever the gentleman he is, right? hand holding yours while he sits himself down and lets you clamber up, straddling over him. Your skirt pools back down over your hips as you sink onto his cock again, delirious with pleasure and muscles weak.

“Oh, there you go..” The pleasurable sigh from Seb has you preening with pride, his big hands wandering over your ass and hips in an affectionate pet. His head drops to bury against your shoulder, feeling warm skin there as he mouths by the strap of your shirt.

In his lap, his cock reaches as deep as possible, yet slower and sweeter. Your arms hug onto him, nuzzling at the base of his throat as you slump tiredly. Stretched to the brim, you can feel the fat of his balls snug against your puffy lips, whining with a weak roll of your hips.

Seb helps a bit, hips flexing to rock up, trying to match your sloppy rhythm with some gentle encouragement, “C’mon, lift up. You can do it.”

It’s fairly easy to spark that need to please and be good, forcing you to sit up a bit straighter with a sniffle, hands settling on his shoulders. Knees pushing into the seat, you lift your hips, cunt dragging along his shaft in a tortuous pull before you sit back down, working into a messy pace while slick strings out over his balls and your thighs.

Those blues roll back in pure ecstasy, a huffy laugh escaping him as your ass smacks into his lap with each thrust down. Long fingers lift your skirt up, ghosting along your ass before gripping tightly onto the plush there, jaw clenching, “Mmh, fuck. Keep doin’ that.”

Wet plaps make your blush spread to your ears, zeroing in on chasing your second orgasm. He knows you need a bit more, leaning closer to let his tongue drag over your collarbones, laving open mouthed kisses at the base of your neck.

“Seb-”

“Gonna cum f’me again? Right on my dick?”

That pace falters, hips stuttering with a pitiful whine, “Mh!” Your fingers press down into the muscles of his shoulders, probably leaving marks with your nails through his shirt. “Help..”

He doesn’t even have to think about it, one hand leaving your ass to slip up the front of your skirt. The messy globs of slick his fingers find has his balls tightening up, thumb finding your clit again to give that extra push towards cumming.

“Here?” His voice lilts up, brows furrowing.

The sudden friction, albeit sloppy and almost hard to feel with how wet you are, is just what you need, squealing out. Your hips kick, rutting up as you try to force your hips to cooperate to keep bouncing, “Uh- please, pleaseplease-“

Seb shushes you with a sweet coo, thumb finally getting tight circles down as his mouth seeks yours out, lips brushing together. “I know, I know.. gimmie it, c’mon.”

“Seb!”

Your ears ring, eyesight bleary, head spinning as you reach your second orgasm. This cute cry tumbles from your lips, sitting down fully onto his dick, hiding in his neck. The tight, fluttering vice grip of your cunt has him groaning, arm looping around your lower back to hug you close as his thighs shake. One more jerk and his cock throbs and jumps, drooling cum directly into you, letting your aftershocks milk him fully in slow spurts.

“Shiiit.. oh fuck..”

“Hah-“

All the energy has been sucked out of you, mouth drooling against his neck as you lean into him. Cum leaks out around his shaft, squelching awkwardly as you shift a little, feeling his hands pet along your back to soothe you.

He curses again, panting for air before giving an exhausted chuckle, planting a kiss on your temple, “Hey.. y’okay?”

His hand cradles your cheek now, pushing hair back and helping you lift your head. He’s met with quite the messy girl, drooly, makeup smeared and cheeks warm.

You can’t help but giggle a bit, wiggling on his cock while you hum, “Mhmmm..”

Seb gives a deeper laugh, lighting up at the cute display while he caresses your flushed skin. The pad of his thumb wipes under your eye, cleaning a bit of wet makeup away.

“Hi, pretty.”

You accept the gentle kiss he leans in to give you, now having caught your breath enough to move. Post arousal, you whine at the feeling of your slippery cunt leaking, cum smearing all over as you lift up. It’s amusing, the way you flop over to the side to avoid dripping all over his jeans.

Half hard, long fingers curl around his shaft to give himself a few lazy pumps, looking around before grabbing a hoodie from beside him on the seat, “Here, love.”

You let him help despite the fact that being wiped clean with a hoodie feels… quite nasty. At least you know it’s clean, you’re the one who stole it from him then left it in here.

He grumbles this little I know, getting you as clean as he can manage before tossing it back behind him. Tucking himself away and doing his belt up again, he then leans forward to open the middle console, plastic crinkling, “Here’s some makeup wipes, let’s get all that off.”

A sniffle comes from you, feeling sticky and gross. This is why you don’t ever fuck in the car. At least your headache is gone.

Wiping over both cheeks, he watches the full blush of your skin beneath the makeup come out, “You’re a mess. Pretty, but a mess.”

You glance upwards as he wipes at your lashes gently, smacking your tongue, “Well, sorry I wasn’t really worried about my makeup. I kinda couldn’t breathe.”

He snorts at the sassy remark, smiling while his other hand pinches your cheek. “Yeah? Next time don’t get all horny over my fingers.”

You mock him in a high grumble, rolling your eyes, jolting when he pinches a bit harder in retaliation, “Owh!”

Finally, he gets your face all clean, free of smeared makeup and tears, tucking some hair behind your ear, “All done, brat.”

There’s a hit of a smile on your lips, a sign he knows you aren’t really annoyed with him, “Y’r phone’s still recording. Gonna take up all your storage.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, pretty.” He reaches to pick up his phone, stopping the recording after seeing the five minutes at the top. “I’ll just put it on my laptop.”

“Put-“ You gawk at him, watching as he tosses his phone into the front drivers seat, “Onto your laptop? You’re a real pervert!”

“Oh- get back up front, aren’t you hungry?”