wil wheaton (drive in movie)

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  warning: smut hehehe

this is supposed to be in 1987 or 88 or something

wil had finally asked you out during lunch, after months of crushing on him and dropping hints. mostly in the middle of class and through friends. I mean, his desk was right next to yours.

you went to a drive in movie. your friend sammy, who was practically with a different boy every saturday, sat two cars away. which wasn't intentional but who wants their friend right next to you when you're on a date with your crush?

  the movie you were at was dirty dancing, you had already seen it (twice) but you didn't tell him that. assuming you wouldn't be doing a lot of watching. He sat in the front seat of his borrowed he borrowed from his friend. you were nervous eating like crazy eating popcorn with shaky hands and sipping coke vigorously. you stopped yourself. offering the popcorn you had been hogging for about the first half an hour
"you want any?"
"it's okay" he smirked.
it was hard looking at the screen, having him right next to you.

  almost randomly, you placed your hand on his thigh. he turned to you suddenly. he began to breath more heavily, clenching the seat handle with his right hand, a coke in the other.

you leaned in closer, moving your hand higher up on his thigh, your faces were less then an inch away at this point, you could taste his breath. you closed your eyes, your lips press against each others lightly and your nose rubs against his. idfk I just really like noses
you bit his bottom lip slowly. he definitely liked that and abruptly gave in and kissed you harder, his hand on the back of your neck.

you moaned and as he brought his hand to the handle of your seat. you put your hand on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his neck. you lowered your seat as you sunk deeper into it.

you pulled away slightly and tugged on his shirt collar, biting your lip playfully. he smirked and sat up, quickly taking it off. you took his shirt out of his hand and threw it in the backseat.

he slammed his lips against yours which prompted you to undo your belt. he ran his hand up your shirt and undid your bra
"is this alright?"
he said softly
"definitely." you took off your shirt while keeping your eyes on him. he looked stunned, also blushing.

you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them onto the floor with your feet. he smiled and began kissing your neck. you whimpered and slowly ran your fingers through his disheveled, sweat drenched hair.

"wil?" you said almost pathetically
"yeah?"
you took off your underwear and wrapped your legs around his waist. mouth slightly open, pleading and bug-eyed he stared at you. you reach down and grasp his boxers
your body pressed against his
"listen, tell me to stop if it hurts"
you nod anxiously

with your right hand grasping his arm and your left on his shoulder, he thrusts into you, causing you to moan louder than you should at a drive in movie.

it hurt, this being your first time. your nails dug into his collar and you gripped the seat handle with your other hand, hard enough for it to not slip from the sweat and he thrusted in and out of you slowly.

he kissed you roughly you found it harder to hold anything in as it got faster
"fuck"
you grab the sides of his face and smash your lips against his. you both moan into the sound each other's breath and your pace got messier and you pressed deeper into the seat.

you could tell he was getting closer to the edge, and you were too. wanting to spur him on even more you moved faster and felt him go deeper inside you.

he groans and struggles to get out any words
"fuck- i'm gonna cum"
you respond by biting your lip
"just wait a minute ok"
he smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead
"i'll try"
you gripped his shoulder and kept going for a few minutes
you both couldn't wait much longer,
his eyes close and his lips drag across your neck. he stops and his eyes roll back into his head as you drag out his orgasm. he moaned loudly and came inside you.

"shhh" you laughed
you put one finger on his lips
you finished soon after and collapsed into the seat. he moved the hair away from your face
"we should come here more often"
you laugh and nod.

ew there

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