clicking Markâs new video and him ending it with âI can finally escape the blood ocean and curl up into Ryan Goslingâs armsâ made me put my head into my hands.
tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 1,168
warnings: SMUT! tornado sex?, riding, masturbation (both m & f), very sloppy writing, i was just horny after watching twisters okay lol
synopsis: it's like he always says, you don't face your fears, you ride em' cowgirl...
 âYou take it so fuckinâ well, fuck!â
 Rain pounds against the windows of the truck along with quarter to ping pong sized hail but she rides Tyler faster, his cock pounding faster against her cervix than the little balls of ice that strike the steel of the truck. Her fingernails etch hooks into his shoulders, reminiscent of the hook echo in the supercell on the radar behind her. His palms knead at her hips, guiding her up and down his length, her walls clenching around him.Â
 âItâs headinâ east!â Booneâs voice emits from the comms and her hips slow, but Tylerâs hands tighten around them, heaving her up and down his cock himself. Her eyes roll and her head lolls, a string of curses tumbling past her lips.Â
 âCome on, baby, almost fuckinâ there,â he mutters beneath his breath like itâs sacred prayer, canting his hips towards hers, bringing her within inches of her end.Â
 âTyler, shit!â She gasps, sinking her nails further into his skin, deep enough to draw blood. âSlow down! I canât⊠I canât fucking take itâŠâ
 He shakes his head, a low rumble thundering deep in his chest like a crack of lightning. âYes you can, come on,â he groans. âYou do so well, takin' my cock so damn good.â
 âTyler, the hell you doing? We got a vortex on the ground at your six, so are we ridinâ this thing or not?â Booneâs voice sounds from the comms again and Tyler hisses, pressing the pads of his fingers down into the flesh of her waist, hips angrily thrusting up into her.Â
 A sob wracks her body and she slumps against him when his hips finally still, his cock sitting dormant inside of her. Every muscle aches in her body and her core practically screams for more, feeling the blisteringly white hot bliss she felt mere moments ago begin to slip away. Perspiration drips in beads down the slides of her face onto his sweat-slicked skin and she lets her lids flutter closed, feeling Tylerâs chest heave up and down beneath her cheek.Â
 Tyler huffs and reaches for the transceiver, bringing it up to his lips. âYeah, weâre ridinâ.â
 Her eyelids snap open as Tyler practically shoves her into the passenger seat and she hisses when the back of her head meets the window. âTyler!â She exclaims as he buckles himself into his harness, gesturing for her to do the same.Â
 âHarness on, baby,â he snickers. âThis ainât your first rodeo.â
 As her orgasm slips further away, she scrambles to sit upright in her seat, buckling herself into her harness as Tyler shifts the truck into drive. She hardly has time to get herself properly fastened before sheâs being jostled about, slippery palm struggling to find its grip on the handle above her head.Â
 The truck bobs up and down against the unsteady ground it drives on, her thighs instinctively closing together at the friction against her core. Tyler glances over when she does, feeling his dick twitch until itâs unbearableâ he canât not take it into his fist.Â
 She turns her head almost as soon as he does, feeling her stomach do a somersault as he pumps himself in one hand, steering the truck with the other.Â
 âTyler, weâre driving straight into a fuckinâ tornado right now and youâre jerking yourself off?â She asks with a dent between her brow and he turns, grinning as he does it.Â
 ââIf you feel it, chase it,â amirite?â He says with a wink and sheâd admitâ it makes her clit throb. He side-eyes her sore, puffy clit before turning back to the mass of churning wind in front of them. âYou should really take care of your situation down there. Itâs good for the nerves.â
 Blood bites her cheeks as he steers them closer to the tornado and all she can do is stare as he pumps himself, her own hand itching to be between her legs. Tyler drives them into the twister and she canât fight it anymore, one hand sliding over her clit, the other tightening around the handle above her head.Â
 Tylerâs laugh thunders the small interior of the truck, even as rain and wind and hail pound against the top of the vehicle. He anchors the truck into the ground and fires off the rockets, tightening his fist around his cock, tugging angrily, damn near ferally.Â
 Tylerâs a fucking animal, anyone could see that. But heâs a whole new breed when theyâre alone, absolutely primal.Â
 The pads of her fingers race back and forth over her nub, her legs shaking as she brings herself back towards that edge Tyler nearly pushed her over moments before. His name stumbles past her lips in a whimper and she feels his hand snake around her head, bringing her closer.Â
 âFuck, come here,â he growls against her lips before enveloping them with his, his tongue like a bull she struggles to stay atop. Thereâs a knot building at the pit of her belly thatâs on the precipice of rupturing, closer and closer with every flick of her fingers against her clit.Â
 âGettinâ close?â He asks against her mouth and she mewls, nodding. He grins against her lips, âdo it.â
 The wind pounds against the steel of the truck and the vehicle rocks as the vortex twirls around them. She used to think this was crazy, absolutely utterly insane and it isâ but sheâd be lying if she said it wasnât equally exhilarating. She thinks risk is what sheâs been missing all her lifeâ and then she met Tyler. It seems risk has been her new normal ever since they started dating.Â
 But this?
 This was unlike anything sheâs ever done before.Â
 When she finally felt herself tip over the edge and her orgasm wreaks havoc through her body, like a cyclone meeting the ground, carving a path into the earth in its wake. A loud string of curses tumble past Tylerâs lips as he, too, meets his end and theyâre two identical supercells, spinning into one another until they become one. His mouth is a seal over hers, warm and wet when they meet. Her mind is numb with sex and all she can think to say is his name, chanting it over and over like itâs holy word.Â
 The tornado dissipates around them and she can hear the crew cheer through the radios when Tyler finally pulls away, a thread of saliva a bridge between their lips. She falls limp against the back of her seat, the aftershocks of her release rattling her bones.Â
 âYouâre fuckinâ crazy, you know that, Owens?â She finally says once sheâs come to and Tyler laughs beside her, caressing the side of her face with his knuckles.Â
 âI always say, âyou donât face your fears, you ride emâ, cowgirl,â He adds with a wink. Her eyes roll and she reaches for her panties heâd thrown in the backseat, pulling them up her legs.Â
 âJesus, you canât get any cornier, can you?â
a/n; outing myself as an oklahoman (yes, i do in fact live in the sooner state unfortunately but maybe fortunately in this context lmfao) because the inner storm enthusiast inside of me is SCREAMING after watching twisters. please don't mind my sloppy ass writing here, i was just incredibly horny after watching it LMFAOOOOOO (this is also not proofread!)
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