"When Did You Get Hot?"
RDR: modern!Jack Marston x (f)reader
Summary: You almost dont recognize your old classmate, Jack Marston. He's much more attractive than you remember...
A/N: pov i have a hard time writing fanfics so i just base them off songs :D anyway, ive never really written smut before so i hope it doesnt suck, kinda just jack indulgence, might do a version of this thats not modern that could be fun.
‼️Warnings‼️ smut, car sex, p in v, horniness
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So long, untouched
It had felt like forever since you'd been out. Between going off to college, working when you could, friends, and a nasty breakup from months ago, you didn't have much time. Your friends had started referring to you as "the hermit". You weren't that way for lack of trying. Life had just been busy.
Since the breakup, you hadn't even thought about dating. You had hardly been to a party. Hardly done anything but work and homework. Even hangouts were rare.
Bone-dry, not a plant can grow
Even making yourself feel good... well... there was only so much you could do.
'Bout time I get
Back on the horse to the rodeo
But you were back in your home town. You had a free night. For the first time in what felt like years. You had every intention of spending a few quiet moments alone.
When your friends heard, they begged and pleaded and bribed. You finally agreed to go out; your friends couldn't have been more ecstatic. If you were being honest, you missed going out, having fun, forgetting about all the things that ate away at your days (and nights).
Now I'm at the prospect convention
The neon lights felt hazy and sharp. You weren't that used to it anymore. But the dark shadows and bright colors gave you that excited buzz you had been missing. The bar was a usual spot for the younger population of the small town. You'd come to the place all the time in high school. It didn't look any different. The familiar faces, the loud music, the smell of alcohol, hormones, and bad decisions - it was like a breath of fresh air.
"Gone on any dates since you dumped that loser?" Your friend asked. You shook your head as she handed you a beer. "Girl - it's been what, 'bout a year now? Hasn't it?" She linked her arm with yours. "We're gonna find you a fella tonight."
"I highly doubt that," you laughed.
Secretly, you desperately scanned the faces of everyone in the bar, hoping that just one of them would spark intrest. It really had been too long...
My friend's walk in your friends' direction
The group had gotten excited. You turned, trying to see what the fuss was about.
"What happened?"
"Some of the old guys from high school," your friend called over the loud music. The group of girls started to make their way across the bar. You stood on your toes, trying to see around heads and bodies. The huddle of guys across the room became slightly more clear as you got closer. You recognized them for the most part...
You squinted in the low lights.
Long hair, dark eyes, standing just outside the circle. Who is that?
Your friend must have noticed. She looked from your face to the group. A smirk tugged at her lips.
Said, "Sabrina, don't you know Devin?"
"Don't tell me you don't know Marston?"
Your lips parted as you got closer. "Jack Marston? You mean–there's no way..." You laughed in disbelief.
Little Jack Marston. The scrawny kid who never talked to anyone, who was always reading, always looking angry. That Jack Marston? And now he was... well...
And I was like, "Huh."
It was hard not to stare at him. You talked with old friends. Laughed, had fun. It was like normal. Almost like normal... That warm and excited feeling bubbled in your stomach. Heart fluttering every time you glanced over and met his eyes.
...
Congratulations on your new improvements
He certainly looked different. His shoulders were wider. His once shaggy hair now fell just above his shoulders, still thick and dark. His face had filled out nicely, slightly sharper jawline, his crooked nose looking more natural on his face. His sideburns had grown out as well, and a scar had formed just above his left lip over where his mustache sat. He was grown up. And he was hot.
His eyes looked mostly the same: dark and brooding. Only difference with them was they were more attentive.
And they were also looking at you.
It didn't take much to summon up all your courage. Your mind was slightly foggy from the alcohol, but that didn't stop you from having a string of meticulously specific thoughts about your former classmate.
"If it ain't Jack Marston," you smiled, leaning on the wall next to him. "Didn't think you were the party type." A smirk tugged at your lips as your eyes shamelessly surveying him up and down.
I bet your light rod's, like, bigger than Zeus's
"I aint," he responded with a shrug, his eyes returning the favor.
You smiled, your teeth biting at your lower lip. You tilted your head slightly, forcing your eyes to stay on his face. Some lingering rational part of you thought that this might be a bad idea. Jack Marston hadn't been known for his stellar record as a good kid. But he just looked so perfectly terrible. With the dark eyes and mean stare, the slope of his shoulders, his slightly lean torso, and sturdy hips. Oh, you were spiraling just thinking about it.
It wasn't difficult for your mind to quickly imagine him in a less than holy situation. Maybe you were just lonely... or maybe this was the first right thing that was happening to you in a while.
"Then how'd you end up here? Peer pressure?" You asked. It was his turn to give a small smirk. He shifted against his spot against the wall, his arms flexing with the movement.
Hey wait–
Can you lift my car with your hand?
"Nah, just needed to get out."
You were positively sure he was being coy on purpose. But then again, it was hard to pay attention when your eyes kept shifting in awe across his body. Toned arms caught your gaze, and you had to force your eyes up so as not to stare at his hands.
You were an ugly kid, but you're a sexy man!
He'd changed so much. Jack used to be awkward, a little lanky, with wary eyes and freckles. Or maybe he hadn't changed that much, and you were finally noticing him. Either way, you couldn't help but stare at him through slightly hooded eyes.
"Y'know, I almost didn't recognize you–" you said bluntly. You were sure you weren't that confident. Maybe it was the drink, but still. Tonight wasn't a night you were going to shy away from flirting. A warm and numbish feeling that could only be described as complete and utter horniness had settled over your mind and body.
Sorry, I did not see the vision
"Is that a good thing?" He inquired.
You could have sworn his eyes were glinting in the flashing LEDs as much as yours were.
A smirk tugged at your lips. "Yeah... It's a good thing."
Thank you Lord–
The fine you has risen
You stared at eachother for a moment. Loud bass music filled your ears, but all you could hear was your heart pounding.
"I almost didn't recognize you either," Jack admitted. "You're all educated and high class now, ain't 'cha." A laughed escaped your lips.
"Hardly. But thanks... I think."
Big riff coming
I need a minute
And then you were staring again. At his arms and his hands. His legs and up his hips and to his chest and shoulders. Your eyes pratically bounced around like ping-pong balls. A few rather lewd words came to mind.
What made it worse was that he was staring back. Jack had noticed you staring, but he was too busy staring back to care. You'd grown. Sure, in all the awfully lustful ways he was thinking, but you seemed more mature—carrying yourself with confidence. With purpose. That was hotter than the rest of you. Not that he didn't think you weren't hot...
Your eyes landed on his. The timing was perfect, since his did the same thing. You felt your heart skip a beat as your breath seemed to catch itself in your throat.
(Wait I need a minute)
Time seemed to slow down. Not in that cheesy Hallmark way... This was a feeling you hadn't felt in a long long while. Hot and heavy and excited. Someone like Jack had never looked your way in high school. But you'd also never looked at people like him twice. You hadn't been a poster kid, but you got good grades and didn't hang out with the rougher crowds.
And after months of wondering if anything exciting would ever happen to you, he had just fallen into your lap.
Ehmm–okay
He felt closer now. Neither of you remembered moving. Blood pumping and eyes sparkling, you watched as his lips twitched. "Yer starin' a mighty long time," he observed smugly. You blinked, your pulse feeling like river rapids.
Here it comes...
Ah... what the hell.
"Maybe I just found somethin' nice to look at."
It was hard to see properly with the low lights, but you could have sworn his cheeks turned slightly pink. If he was being honest, Jack didn't get many girls staring at him like he was some sort of Greek statue—espically not girls as pretty as you.
Biting your lip again, you reached a hand out gently, touching his arm. "How bout we leave the crowd. Find somewhere with better lighting where I can stare at you properly." Jack almost grinned, his eyes shifting across your face and down you body.
"Can't say no to an offer like that, now can I?"
When did you get hot?
It wasn't a full sixty seconds before the two of you had slipped outside. His car was parked relatively close to the entrance and you couldn't exactly remember the exact sequence of events between leaving and being pressed against the door as his lips brusied yours. You groaned, forcing your tounge past his lips. His breathing was heavy and his hands felt needy as they gripped at your hips. You wondered for a moment if he'd been alone for as long as you had.
Pushing against him, you opened the door behind you and turned, shoving him gently in. As you crawled over him, your mind didn't even wonder if this was a bad idea.
All the sudden, I could look you up and down all day (hey)
He smirked as your eyes blinked with unbridled lust. "You ain't quite the girl I remember from school," he chided, his knee lifting slightly as he pressed it between your thighs. You scoffed, pressing your hips into his knee. The friction sent waves of anxious electricity through your body.
"You're one to talk."
When did you get hot?
"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow. His hands slid up under your shirt and bra. Warm fingers met warm skin. You smirked, your eyes wanting to flutter as he pressed his knee a bit harder.
I think I would remember if you had that face (that face)
"I think I'd remember if you looked like that–"
Jack chuckled again, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. The sensation sent all your heat to the pool of need between your legs where his knee rubbed against the increasingly damp area. "You make a habit of hooking up with former clasmates in cars?"
"No. But I'll make an exception." You shifted, your legs now on either side of him as you peeled off your clothes. There wasn't much space, but you managed. The windows of the car were already steamed up. When you looked back down at him, he'd also taken his off, his bare chest covered in dark hair.
I did a double take, triple take
You blinked almost in suprise.
Damn.
He was fit. Slightly thick, but not in any bad sort of way. In the healthy and hardworking way that you might expect a hot dad to look... that faint outline of muscle. Your head spun as you lifted your hips slightly, tugging at the waist of his pants and boxers after he had unfastened his belt. The small space almost felt smaller, but you didn't care. Your hand wrapped around his half hard cock, your thumb rubbing slowly over the tip.
Jack whined, his head pressing back against the seat. His adam's apple bobbed as the noises filled the car. "Shit–" His hands gripped your hips, his length growing firmer under your warm palm. "Need somethin' better than your hand, sweetheart," he gritted out in an attempt to taunt you.
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
With a small scoff, you lifted your hips, unzipping your jeans so you could ride him out properly. Settling onto him, he groaned loudly. You'd almost forgotten what it was like. Your entire body felt hot as you rocked back and forth, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside you. Scratch that—having Jack inside you.
Your head almost felt light as a moan hummed in your throat. Jack's mind finally found composure as yours lost its. His hips bucked up into you, as your hands gripped at his arms. His grunts of effort were patterned with laughs of victory as he bottomed you out. Your own whines of pleasure echoed off the foggy windows. "Jack–"
"I know," he chuckled breathlessly. "Yer—shit—hardly been two minutes and yer bout ready to come. Musta been dry for a long while." You tried to think of a comeback, but his thrusts were making any sort of thought exceedingly difficult.
Baby, baby, mm, it's thickening the plot
It wasn't long before you were pooling onto him. He smirked, pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing slowly, preparing for another round. You knew this was all a horrible idea, but it didn't seem to matter at that moment.
All you could really think about was him. You would only think about him for the next few days... you were sure of it. Your hooded eyes stared down at him, just taking in his features. He was hot. He was even pretty... In that medium ugly sort of way maybe... that rugged and punk kinda way... you couldn't really think of the right words. Whatever kind of attractive he was, it was hard to look at a face like his and regret getting fucked by him in the back of a car.
"Damnit—Marston... When did you get hot?"
