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This 2012 Corolla had definitely seen better days. The AC made a weird wheezing noise, while the brakes chimed in with an uncomfortable squeak. Shang-Chi suspected that the bright orange glow of the check engine light had been ignored for a lot longer than was probably wise. Oh well. As long as the thing didn’t fall apart with him in it, it wasn’t his problem. He expertly squeezed the little car into a tight spot on the crammed lot, equally disappointed and relieved that he wasn’t attempting the same with the bright green Maserati that had pulled up just before this car. Katy had snatched the key from him like so many times before. 

Well. He’d let her snatch the key from him. He owed her that much after almost getting her killed by his father’s assassins. A murderous magical forest. And several thousand soul-sucking demon bats. Yeah, he’d let her drive the fancy cars. 

With a sigh he turned off the ignition, letting his head fall back against the headrest for a couple of seconds. He liked his job, he did. Especially after everything that had happened, he reveled in the normalcy of this life. But that didn’t mean that some days, weren’t a little bit of a drag.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. The smile that automatically appeared whenever he caught the familiar name on the screen almost hurt his face. He’d been smiling a lot lately.

His thumb slid over the screen to open the message. 

[Babe ❤️]: Hi hon! Just got home, how’s your day? 😘

[Me]: Hi babe 😘

[Me]: my day is super boring

[Me]: Katy stole a Maserati out from under me

[Babe ❤️]: aww you poor thing

[Me]: i got stuck in a Corolla of all things

He grinned, waiting for her sure to be furious reply. 

[Babe ❤️]: I was gonna try and make you feel better, but then you had to go and diss my car

[Me]: it’s not your corolla babe

[Babe ❤️]: I feel righteously outraged on its behalf!

[Babe ❤️]: no surprise for you, then

[Me]: what surprise?!

[Babe ❤️]: nope

[Me]: please? I’m sorry 

[Babe ❤️]: did you apologize to the car?

He snorted out a laugh. 

[Me]: you’re impossible

[Babe ❤️]: did I tell you I went shopping yesterday?

„Huh.“

He was a little confused by the change in subject, but when he started out typing a response another message popped up in the feed. A picture of her shopping bags. Ones that even he recognized from a very known lingerie store. He bit his lip. 

[Me]: what did you buy?

[Babe ❤️]: I could show you

[Me]: yes please

Another picture. This time a thin, scrappy garter belt dangled off the finger she held into the frame. He rolled his eyes. 

[Me]: not what i meant

[Babe ❤️]: I know 😈

[Babe ❤️]: apologize to the car and I’ll try it on for you 

He chuckled again, looking around if anyone in the parking lot was witnessing his goofy grins. But there was no one around. And he still had a couple minutes, before anyone noticed him missing at the front desk. Feeling a little silly he sent back a video of himself gently patting the Corolla’s steering wheel.

[Me]: there, happy now?

[Babe ❤️]: are you?

Another picture. And this time he was glad to be alone in the car, because the groan that slipped from his throat was not at all suited for the general public. It was however, very appropriate for staring at his girlfriend. Those full, perfect tits of hers were covered in delicate lacy triangles, so sheer he could see the dark circles of her nipples straining against them. The nipples he’d played with, pinched and sucked on countless times. Which his body quite obviously remembered, since his mouth started watering and his dick stirred against the confines of his work uniform. 

[Me]: not exactly the word I would use

Another picture. Much the same as before, her beautiful figure posing in front of their bedroom mirror. Only this time, she had her index finger hooked underneath the strap of her bra, teasing it to the side ever so slightly, though not far enough. 

[Babe ❤️]: what words would you use?

Shang took a deep breath and another inconspicuous look around before he typed out a reply. 

[Me]: indecently turned on

[Babe ❤️]: mmh… I like those words. Got any more?

Another picture. The strap had moved down her arm that time, pulling the lace down far enough for him to see one hard little nipple straining towards the camera. His cock twitched, demanding attention, now that his interest was peaked. 

[Me]: you’re evil

[Babe ❤️]: yes.

[Babe ❤️]: and very, very wet

„Fuck.“

[Me]: your panties drenched already, baby?

[Babe ❤️]: no actually

Another picture. It showed her lying on the bed, bra still out of place, one hand pinching that bared nipple, her core writhing on the sheets. Her hips were framed by that strappy garter belt, the lace cinching those perfect dips and curves. But underneath, where her panties were supposed to be, was nothing. Nothing but his girlfriend’s sweet pussy, in between slightly parted thighs, already glistening with arousal. Shang let out a strangled exhale, his blood flow now quite severely derailed. He took a second to close his eyes and lean back against the headrest, but the vision of his girlfriend, looking so perfectly ready to be absolutely wrecked, was already burned into his brain. His phone buzzed again. 

[Babe ❤️]: I seem to have lost that thong somewhere

[Babe ❤️]: wanna check your back pocket? 

His laugh came out a little choked even to his own ears. With a low curse he adjusted his throbbing hard-on through his trousers, before slipping a hand into the left back pocket. Since he kept his wallet on the right, it was usually empty. Not today. Sure enough, something small and soft, was nestled into the very back of it. When he pulled out the delicate lace, he groaned again, headbutting the wheel in front of him. His cock was way too hard for him to get back to work now. And he could not jack off in some stranger’s car, just because his girl had decided to be a little tease today. Right?  

[Me]: are you trying to kill me?

[Babe ❤️]: more like trying to lure you back home

[Babe ❤️]: my fingers don’t feel half as good as yours

[Me]: dead. I am deceased.

[Babe ❤️]: too bad

[Babe ❤️]: so you won’t be able to see this then?

Another picture. Her delicate hand was splayed out over the beautiful pussy, holding it open for him to see those slick folds, her dark, swollen clit. One finger already pushed inside, up to the very last knuckle. He could almost feel her pulsing around his own finger. The ache in his groin was uncomfortable now, his dick begging to be released. He stared at his phone, at that insidious piece of lace and back at his phone again. 

[Me]: so when did you start planning to make my life hell today?

[Babe ❤️]: last night, when you took the last piece of pizza

[Babe ❤️]: is it working?

[Me]: I’m so fucking hard, i might pass out from sudden blood loss

[Babe ❤️]: mhmm. Lemme see. 

Shang glanced at the dashboard. Not even ten minutes had passed since he’d parked the car here. Which meant the owner wouldn’t be back for a while. And Katy probably had things under control at the front desk. Right? Right.

Obviously that didn’t mean it was alright for him to take his dick out in someone else’s car in the middle of an inner city parking lot. In fact it was most definitely not alright and probably illegal.

[Babe ❤️]: Come on hon, show me what I’m missing

Another picture. Two of her fingers pushed deep inside, her body beautifully arched, a teasing smile on her slightly parted lips. Fuck it. He took one more wary glance around, before he fumbled for his belt, sliding the buckle off with a loud clatter, mindful of not catching his very eager erection on the metal zipper. When his hand finally wrapped around the pulsing shaft, the relief was only short-lived, before it was immediately replaced by hot, desperate urgency. He wasn’t exactly proud of what followed, but she had – quite literally – asked for it. His face burned with heat, as he wrapped his cock in that delicate piece of lace, scraping together the last of his faculties to snap a picture, while his fist impatiently moved up and down. 

[Babe ❤️]: fuck

[Babe ❤️]: how dare you be this fucking hard when I’m not around??

It was significantly more difficult to type one-handed with his concentration somewhat divided between his phone, his surroundings and his throbbing cock. 

[Me]: you’ve got only yourself to blame, baby

[Babe ❤️]: i feel very remorseful

[Me]: filthy liar

[Me]: send me more

[Babe ❤️]: you’re awfully greedy

[Me]: baby you better finish what you started

[Babe ❤️]: … or what?

He cursed and laughed quietly despite himself. God, he loved her. Even when she left him rock hard in the middle of a goddamn parking lot at noon. Small beads of precum started leaking over his cock, his fingers as he kept working himself into a frenzy.

[Me]: or i’m gonna have to come over there and finish it for you

[Babe ❤️]: oh?

[Babe ❤️]: if you come here, you better fuck me hard enough that i can’t walk after, or i’m not gonna let you go back

[Me]: is that a challenge, baby?

[Babe ❤️]: more like a threat

[Me]: you’re such a fucking tease

[Babe ❤️]: i don’t wanna be

[Babe ❤️]: i’d rather be a good girl and come all over your beautiful cock 

Another picture. This time she was halfway sitting on the bed, her fingers obviously hard at work. Her body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, her thighs covered in shiny arousal. But it was her face that had him almost exploding across a stranger’s dashboard. That beautiful face scrunched in pleasure, her lips parted as though she was moaning his name.  

„Fuck“, he cursed. „Fuck, fuck, fuck.“

 Another glance at the clock. He could make it home in ten minutes. Six if he drove like Katy. With a pained groan he forced himself to stop, even though his cock felt like granite and hurt like a motherfucker.

[Me]: don’t fucking come until I’m there

[Babe ❤️]: better hurry up then

He should’ve taken the goddamn Maserati.