âcw: pseudo-incest, throat training, gagging, mentions of vomit, mentions of face fucking, impact-play
â â â â â 𣿠â đŸibling persistence is like no other.
she doesn't even have to say it, just gives him a look that translates into everything. caleb is good like that, being able to read minuscule expressions that mean more than the world. he counts the number of lines between her brows, determining exactly what she needs.
there's no need to take his gloves offâ he knows she likes it rough, untamed, and a bit fucked up (more than he likes to admit, but he'll never turn down the opportunity to ruin her perfect little throat).
"caleb."
"i know, baby. look at you. so fuckin' pathetic for me, yeah?" he caresses her soft skin, the friction between her cheek and his leather-clad hand enough to spark arousal. she nods, teeth catching onto the heel of his palm. her webbed lashes fail to cover the sin behind her eyes. he enables it anyway, because he's no god damn saint.
he never claimed to be.
"always need something in that mouth of yours. open wider f'me, pips. there you go, good girl." his index and middle fingers stroke down the center of her hot, wet muscle.
she's salivating like a mutt, eyes tearing up the further down he reaches. the poor girl has such a terrible gag reflex, and he tuts at her when she begins to choke once he hits the back of her tongue. letting his thick digits linger, he wraps his other hand around her throat. she whines, coughing and wincing at the thought of vomiting onto him.
"you need to breathe." how else will he fit inside?
slowly, she begins to adjust to his tempo, jaw slackening and drool pooling on the floor as he slides his fingers in and out of her. the corner of his lips curls upward in a sneer, feeling his trousers grow tighter by the second. he wishes he had taken his hat off, sweat beading at the back of his neck.
"such a pretty mouthâ letting big brother use it like that sweet pussy. you want me to fuck it, too? s'that what my mei mei needs?"
she nods more, but he's in the mood to admonish bad habits. he pulls his fingers out for a brief moment, not for respite, but to strike her across the face before plunging them back in. she cries out, wriggling under his weight.
"use your words."
"y-yeth!" she struggles to annuciate.
it's convincing enough for his good graces, letting her suck off the mess she made on his gloves. a shame he can't keep her like this forever: beautiful and utterly ruined for him, lips locked around the black material.
"tell me you want this cock."
she's kneeling between his spread legs in an instant, nuzzling her face against the bulge in his pants. with puffy lips and a slobbery chin, she stares up at him in pure desperation. fuck, he loves her. he loves her so much it kills him.
"i want it, i want caleb's cock. please give it to me, gege."
"you'd die without it?"
it's a test of patience, but she's able to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. her heart lunges at the thought of being robbed of his dick right now, rubbing her thighs together in frustration. she'll settle for groveling if it means he'll give her what she wants.
âcan you handle it? if i take you into that bathroom and shut you up?â maybe sheâs sick, mentally unwellâ her gege lives inside her brain. his words are like an echo in her empty head as his middle and ring fingers twist in and out of her cunt, legs pushed as far open as humanly possible.
she still has her tennis shoes on, the laces coming half-undone, and her tee pushed up to expose her sweaty tits. calebâs been fingering her for the past few minutes, propping her up on her poor coworker's sink. sheâs mortified and turned on at the same time, constantly reminding herself that this isn't her house and she definitely shouldn't be riding caleb's hand on such an expensive marble countertop. but god, if he doesn't make it feel so damn good.
empty head.
âyou wanted this, remember? my impatient mei mei. couldnât wait until we got home, just needed to cum right here, right now?â his reflection in the mirror stares her down, lips abusing the nape of her neck. heâs whispering into her ear, the sound of wine glasses clinking and distant chatter coming from the other side of the door.
âtell me.â empty head.
ây-yes! i needed you so f-fucking badâ ah, ah, ah!â
ânow youâre gonna cum. can you do that?â
like clockwork, sheâs squirting all over the fucking mirror, hips twitching and pussy clenching around him as he pulls out to examine his work, switching between slapping and rubbing her folds as she ejaculates everywhere. sobbing onto his other hand, she bites down as hard as she can manage, just like he taught her growing up. his suffering is visible in the way he scrunches his face, groaning with an irrefutable sound of pleasure more than pain.
"fuck yeah, keep going. dirty little slut, cumming all over someone else's bathroom. you like that shit, don't you? aht-aht, don't look away, pip-squeak. pussy's cryin' so good f'me, baby."
âhgnhâ i fucking love it, ge! i f-fucking love your fingers, wanna have them in me all day! just a dumb fucking slut you, oooh my god!â
he observes quietly, licking off her juices from his fingers with the pace of molasses. thereâs a twinkle to his eye that hints at a darkness he just conjured deep in that black hole mind of his. 'clean up your mess' is what she thinks she hears him mutter before his palm grips the back of her head, slamming her forward onto the glass.
in her natural habitat, she sticks her tongue out obediently and begins to lap at her own release on the cold surface.
thereâs a knock at the door. he pulls his cock out.
đč.á | caleb cant help but get vocal when he's with you </3
caleb was an absolute mess, and if you were to tell anyone, they would never believe you.
the dirty rhythm of caleb slamming his dick into you from behind filled the room, along with the pretty noises slipping out of your mouth, but somehow caleb ended up being the loudest.
"h..holyâshit!âyou're taking me so fucking..so well." his voice was rough and broken, whines practically clinging to the end of his words as he leaned down by your ear, panting.
you couldn't respond as he pounded into you relentlessly, and when there was a pause in his movements, you took the time to take in a sharp breath, only for it to be stolen from you with another thrust into you.
your eyes rolled back as your mouth stayed open, sounds escaping your mouth with every thrust into you.
caleb squeezed his eyes shut as he kept up his pace, his strength faltering from the sheer pleasure your cunt was giving him.
one particular thrust shook his entire core, and he choked on his spit, the sudden loss of air almost made him cum on the spot right there, but he stopped himself as his coughs turned into whimpers.
caleb's voice was downright pathetic at this point, hoarse and cracking. but he was trying oh so hard to keep his composure and be the one in control.
"goodâhnnghâgood girl.. cunts squeezing me, feels like I can't fucking breathe."
you squirmed under him, biting your lip as your eyes rolled back, your own body nearing the edge of your climax.
caleb's noises started to get louder, and that's when you knew he was close to the edge himself, it was easy to pick up the way his pace grew more inconsistent and how he couldn't hold any of his noises back.
"pipsâ gonna cum.. you'll take it for me right? be suchâfuckâbe such a good girl?"
his voice could have been dominating, if it weren't for the way it was cracking at every word, and he sounded like he would be on the verge of tears if you even attempted to say no to him.
you nodded wordlessly, working your mouth to let out even a few coherent words.
"y-yes.. please it feelssoâah!âfeels so good, 'leb!"
your thighs shook as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, biting your arm to keep some sounds back, already mentally apologizing ahead to your neighbors for the sheer loudness of both him and you.
caleb felt his own release chasing him after yours, his pace growing more sloppy and rough before he finally spilled inside of you, a sound between a groan and a whine finding its way past his lips as his head fell forward.
he eventually collapsed over you, both of you still catching your breath and regaining your bearings, equally spent.
groaning, you tried pushing caleb off of you to the side, still to weak to do anything.
"lebb, you're too heavy, get off"
no response followed, and that's when you twisted your head around, eyes glaring.
caleb was already fast asleep, his snores picking up in volume as a line of drool fell past his lips.
god, you wanted to slap him silly, but knowing him, he would probably like it.
jjk debut soon with higu my man mmm. be prepared for (potentially) lots of choso , im downbad for him
a man who isn't afraid to whine, moan, groan, you name it. and nothing turns you on more than your sweet boyfriend leaning over you, trying so hard to fuck you properly but you just feel so, so good around him. he can't get a single word out, not one moment of praise, he's completely overtaken by you and how amazing you feel.
absolutely ravishing, the way he fully indulges himself in the searing bliss of intimacy. he can't help but cry out broken whines of your name every time your hips sink onto his. he holds onto you so tightly, like you'd be reduced to nothing but a fleeting dream if he were to let go.
"mmmh...mm! baby, s' so good... so tight, all for me..."
you hear him the best when he's got you bent over, back arched over you, pounding into you from behind. each buck of his hips sends the absolute cutest ripples through your body, and he just can't help but moan at the sight of it. he's leaned over you, chin resting on your shoulder, whining and breathing sweetness right into your ear.
"aah, n..need more, little more f'me baby, please... mm!"
even when you're apart, he'll make sure you know exactly how much he misses you. you'll be receiving voicenotes and video clips of him touching himself, fisting his cock with such desperation that you can't help but feel bad that you aren't there to help him.
"need you here... mm- need you, m'body needs you... can't take it.. mmh!"
your sweet boy, with the sweetest voice, all yours.
i'd insert: DAZAI, VARKA, CHOSO, CHUUYA, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, GOJO, SYLUS, CALEB + all your favs <3
But itâs no rest for the wicked, as the hours before dawn arenât spent in restâbut rather target practice.
my meds r still out. im gonna scream
âSweetie, youâre staring.â
The pop of the weapon, the slap backwards of the muzzleâhow it bursts so willfully in his handsâ
âIs something wrong?â His breath is dizzyingly close to your ear, now.
âNope!â You send a round over his shoulder, hurtling a Wanderer backwards swiftly.
âGood eye,â Youâre about to thank him, when his wrist clasps around yours. âBut try not to get distracted.â Deft fingers creep to meet yours at the trigger and he directs your aim back around.
Another blast shakes the air as another monster falls.
âIs our renowned Miss Hunter getting sloppy?â he drawls.
âPerhaps sheâs found a sight thatâs kinder on the eyes.â you answer him. His eyes gleam.
The last Wanderer falls with a colossal squelch, bursting red and gore all over the ground. Mood killer, much? The two of you trudge out of the swamp of flesh and make your way back to base, atmosphere still buzzing despite the mess.
Of course, he insists you stay overâfar too late to make the trip back to Linkon. You couldnât find it in you to refuse him regardless.
ââââââââââââ
But itâs no rest for the wicked, as the hours before dawn arenât spent in restâbut rather target practice. He calls you grounding, whatever the fuck thatâs supposed to imply. So you stand there as he knocks down target after target with graceful precision. Like an anchor.
He presses the trigger like heâs giving it a kissâbursting bullets and holes in the wall with deft accuracy, firing shots like heâs simply choosing something in a store. A natural outlook for a man of his wealth, you assume.
But the flex of his wrist, the twist of the veins beneath and the way his shoulder pumps all tie into some weird sort of heat in your chest. How embarrassing.
âYour thoughts are louder than the gun, sweetie.â
Itâs like heâs broken a silence, with how his words cut the atmosphere. But the slam of tin and the ring of metal in the chamber still lingers, even with the pound of all the blood rushing to your face.
âIf youâre so perceptive, why donât you tell me what Iâm thinking?â
His smugness never seems to let up around you these days. âYou want a go,â
Now he has to be lying. But his outstretched hand with the gun raises more questions. Perhaps heâs at his limit, insight at its end.
Of course, in the face of doubtâOnichynusâ finest doubles down and emerges victorious always. Itâs no sooner than a few seconds of you taking the weapon from him that crimson mist drops another one in his hands.
Swift, precise. And exactly the same.
Many an auctioneerâs skull has compounded at the behest of this beauty. The Harrier 700 blows death like giving a peck on the lips, bloody mouth and molten violence.
You point the herald of cold sleep at the remaining target, buzz under your skin and a tickle to your right. Sylus stands there, almost dazed. Like this wasnât his doing. Like he doesnât know in his bones, how perfectly you mould around the confidence heâd kill to watch for the rest of his life.
Moving almost far too close, slipping behindâlike heâs slotting himself into placeâhis arm outstretches to match your aim.
âYou know when,â he breathes. He doesnât order it, doesnât dare command. Sylus prefers to let your souls do the talking.
And when the chambers release, rupturing sound and airâitâs utterly beautiful. A little stupid to deem mere target practice such an elegance. But youâve found that whatever the lock of your cores sets its sights on it unequivocally divine. For two to wield a single pairâtwo hearts to beat in tandem, dance in mirrored breaths and tangled limbs.
How could you not love him?
âSylus.â
Fuck.
âSweetie.â
He matches your tone perfectly. He matches everything perfectly. Your soul, the pump of adrenaline, desireâall of it.
The good thing about a gun is that itâs replaceable. Sylusâin all his leather clad, sweet gloryâis not.Â
So in your haste to grab his collar and grip him by the mouth with your own, the Harrier 700 falls with a clatter. The true herald is you. Sylus hums into the kiss, embracing your buzz and warmth. You alone hold more power than any gun ever could.
size-difference with dilf!sylus where he manhandles your tiny body effortlessly on the mattress, pinning you down with one large hand while drilling his massive cock deep into your sloppy, dripping cunt. every brutal thrust makes your belly bulge as he stretches you wide open.
âlook how small you are, sweetie,â he groans, folding you in half like you weigh nothing. âtaking daddyâs fat cock so well.â you whimper helplessly, completely overwhelmed as he pounds into you. he fills you again and again, pumping load after thick load of hot cum straight into your womb. âgood girl,â he groans with every heavy spurt, watching your smaller frame tremble and overflow with his seed. âsuch a good little cumslut for me.â
âcw: pseudo-incest, degradation, creampie, marathon, p in v sex, fingering, impact-play
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âpussyâs grippinâ the shit outta me, âsqueak, hahâ!â
heâs probably been stuffing her full of cum for the past hour now, sweat permeating the air around them. totally at the mercy of his insane drive, her poor cunt is swollen and pulsing around his fat cock.
his cock pops out unexpectedly, both of them whining at the loss. itâs devastating, really. cum dribbles out along with some cute air bubbles she releases, a vexed âtchâ coming from her captor. he scoops it up in one swipe of his mushroom tip, then continues his assault. each time he bottoms out, an animalistic grunt tears from his chest. sticky strings of release pull and plap! like glue onto his balls.
âgotta keep it all in, sweet girl. sâimportant stuff, yâknow,â he throws his head back in relief, hand curving around her ass to slap it harshly.
the muscles of her shoulders ripple beneath her skin, both of her breasts clapping together under his immense weight. hell, even her thighs begin to shake. sheâs completely whored out and heâs drunk off of it. he barks out a bitter laugh, watching it all play out so beautifully before him, like he just canât believe it.
âkeep bouncing on this dick. yeah, just like that.â he pauses to watch her slide up and down, a thick, white ring of filth frothing around their connection.
âcaaalebâ hnghh, feel so f-full, donât stop!â
âmânot gonna stop, baby. gonna keep filling you up cus youâre my lil cum slut. my hole to use. right, pips?â
âmhmm, just your s-stupid fucking hole, ge! keep fucking this pussy, pleasepleasepleaseâ aaah!â
he growls, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her upwards. despite her yelp of pain, she quickens her pace and rolls her hips more, the head of his cock pushing past that delicious barrier and bullying her cervix.
âsuch a perfect baby sister, look at you. fucking take it so well like this. you deserve all of it, donât you? every. single. drop. just so good at milkinâ me dry, you fat fuckinâ slutâ shit,â he canât even warn her before heâs crashing into another orgasm, moaning into the shell of her ear as he pulls her upright against his chest.
âmâyour slut! oh my god,â
his length slips out again with a sickening sound, still spurting endless ropes of sperm onto the bed sheets. now heâs rutting himself between her thighs, still not willing to let go of the feeling. but thatâs part of the funâ the insatiable desire to ruin.
a large, familiar hand cups her pussy, thumb spreading his soil over her engorged clit. two fingers push into her spent hole, curling in a âcome hereâ motion.
âkeep me in there. deep inside, where i belong.â
summary: a motorcycle ride, somehow, turns more exhilarating.
cw: public sex (they do it on top of his motorcycle on the side of an empty highway :D), he's fully clothed while you're fully unclothed
a/n: SHE'S DONE!!!
Admittedly, you start it.
But it's hard not to start when you're pressed up against Sylus' back as he speeds down Linkon's empty highways.
His motorcycle roars louder the faster he goes, competing heavily with the wind rushing past your ears. It's a familiar sound, brash and chaotic yet oddly comforting. A sound that links itself to Sylus in all the senses that human body holds.
You cradle your head between his leather-clad shoulder blades, the position made a little awkward due to your helmet's bulk. But with a tilt of your head, you find that sweet spot and sink into the slight warmth you're able to steal. You hum softly, eyes fluttering shut, as you slide your hands over the firm expanse of Sylus' clothed stomach. You give into faintly tracing the outline of his abdominal muscles, taking in how they jump at your touch.
Then you decide your hands are too cold and slip them beneath his shirt to greedily grasp heated flesh.
The motorcycle sways a little, an obvious reaction that makes you silently snicker and, perhaps, bolder as you go to squeeze at his sides.
"Sweetie." You hear his voice through the intercom, low and syrupy. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you," you reply, going in for another squeeze. "What does it feel like I'm doing?"
"Causing a potential accident." Sylus sounds amused. "What have I said about fondling the driver?"
You huffs. "To not do it," you playfully grumble. "But it's so much fuuuunnn! You're surprisingly sensitive, Sylus. I respond to my touch so well."
Sylus laughs. "Oh do I?"
"You do." Your voice drops into a teasing purr, just as your hands move swiftly to his thighs. You hum, delighted, at how they twitch. "So beautifully responsive. I wonder if you've always been like this or if it's just for me."
Sylus' voice deepens by a bit. "Just for you, sweetie." Arousal, the beginning of it dripping into the cracks. An old friend and a forever lover that is held with heated hands. "But I need you to behave so we don't crash."
"I find it hard to believe you'd ever crash," you say as you continue caressing him with every soft swipe nearing his crotch. "Distracted by a few touches, what would your enemies say? Brought to ruin by simple hands."
Sylus huffs. "More than simple," he murmurs before breathing in deep when your palm lays flat between his thighs. He releases it slowly, a slight tremble evident, as you gently press down. "Sweetie, stop it."
"I don't want to." You feel him swelling up beneath his jeans, mouth watering at the thought of his cock thick and dripping already in his briefs. His taste appears like a phantom on your tongue and your core throbs at the memory of musk and salt, the vibration of the engine causing sticky panties. "I really don't want to." You sigh, breathy. "Would you really deny me my pleasures, Sylus?"
Your fingers work efficiently, already unbuttoning his pants and tugging down his zipper. A moan nearly spills from your throat when you delve past the waistband of his briefs, stomach tightening at the feel of Sylus' warm and pulsing cock in your hand. With sweet pressure, you press down and bite your lip when Sylus' low growl graces your ears.
"Sweetie," he warns but it lacks heat, lacks a foreshadowing punishment. What it carries is a hint of desperation. Pure need that is shot straight into your veins like a drug.
The highway stretches far into the distance and no other vehicles occupy the roads. It is far past 2 AM and all that fills the night's silence is the steady roar of Sylus' engine. Your cunt clenches, aching to be filled and the engine under you is relentless in reminding you of that.
Sylus is in need too, gradually losing his restraint but keeping whatever focus he has left on the road ahead. But you can tell he needs you just as much as you need him. His thighs tense against your touch and his breath stutters every time you move an inch. He's already falling apart and you've barely done anything.
You're hit with a sudden sense of urgency, heat splashing out across your body. You look to the side of the road before giving Sylus' cock a slightly harder squeeze, relishing the hiss he responds with.
"Pull over." You stick a hand out over his shoulder, pointing towards an upcoming streetlight. "Pull over now, please."
"So bossy," Sylus laughs but it's weighed down by bubbling desire. He pulls over onto the roadside, balancing the motorcycle on its kickstand. Before he can turn off the engine, you're already removing his helmet after dealing with yours. He doesn't resist when you angle his head backwards, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that has him groaning deep from his chest.
"Out here?" He asks against your lips, feeling the upwards tick of his mouth. "How indecent of you."
"You like it." You nip his bottom lip, grinning coyly. "And not a single soul for miles. Plus you can scrub any security camera footage before anyone sees it, right?"
Sylus hums, already twisting himself gracefully to face you. His hands make a grab for your hips, tugging you forward until your legs are splayed over his spread thighs. You swallow down a noise when his fingers start to trail patterns across your inner thighs.
"I could," he contemplates, his fingers wandering higher and higher until your breath catches. "But where's the fun in that?"
"I bet you've already telepathically told Mephie to erase the footage once we're done," you tease, laughing when Sylus leaned in to hush you with another kiss. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"Don't talk about Mephisto when I'm about to fuck you, sweetie," Sylus murmurs into your mouth and you laugh a little harder before moaning when Sylus catches your tongue with his teeth. Your arms wrap around his neck instantly, sighing softly as you melt into him.
He kisses you slow and deep, tracing the rows of your teeth and licking the soft walls of your mouth. Your hands run through his hair, nails dragging over his scalp and you let loose a tiny noise when he kisses you deeper.
Your clothes steadily begin to disappear, dropping onto asphalt as Sylus bares you for him and the night's cool air. He bites at the curve of your neck, sucks a lasting mark on your clavicle and leans you back across the motorcyle the further down he goes. You watch him with half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as he kisses your stomach while squeezing the plush of your hips. Then he's hiking your legs up over his shoulders, ignoring your yelp as you scramble for balance.
"Sylus!" You shout, indignant, as you're made to curl into yourself.
"Calm down, sweetie, you're okay," he assures you around a chuckle. "I've got you." He layers kisses into the soft of your inner thighs, trailing down towards your aching core. "Someone's made a mess."
You try your best to scowl. "And who's fault isâah!" Your back arches sharply, thighs snapping against Sylus' ears at the lick of a sinful tongue. "Sylus."
"Mmm. Say it again."
You attempt a glare since the scowl didn't work and the urge to call him something mean arises.
Jackass sits on the tip of your tongue but it's turned into a cry when Sylus begins to devour you. He eats you out like a man starved, slurping your slick with what feels like an overwhelming need. You tremble beneath him, trying to grab something to ground yourself. But your fingers slide over cool chrome and you can barely even reach Sylus' jeans. Then you're rendered useless when he spears you open on two thick fingers, finding your sweet spot easily with a soft curl.
Pleasure slams into you, your head falling back against the leather seat as you whimper pathetically into the night's dark. And those whimpers turn into desperate pleas as you rock your hips back into Sylus' growling mouth untilâ
"Sylus!" You sob out through the thundering roll of your orgasm. Sylus groans, his lips sucking your swollen clit in harsh pulls while he coaxes the last dregs of your ecstasy out. "Oh, fuck."
"Sweetest thing I've ever tasted," Sylus murmurs, a mere inch from your fluttering hole. He may not appear or sound it but Sylus is wrecked, his panting breath brushing against your sensitive skin. "Like a fine wine that only gets better each time you taste it." He presses a light kiss above your clit, having you mewling. "I could drink from you again and again."
"S-sap," you stutter out, chest rising and falling rapidly from that high. You manage to lean up on your elbows, still shaky, because you need to look at him. "Now's not the time to get poetic."
"Oh?" Sylus smiles and you never fail to wonder how he still looks so perfect. His hair only mussed from your hands and his face covered in your slick, nothing else is out of place. "And here I thought couples often got sappy during sex."
"We're fucking, not making love," you say, smiling when Sylus laughs. "Besides, I need more from you." You can't reach where you want it but your eyes gesture what you need. The pretty bulge that sits between Sylus' thighs, thick and heavy and making your cunt ache once more.
Sylus follows your eyes, tilting his head towards his crotch. "Oh, this?" He questions, mischievous. "My mouth wasn't enough for you?"
You feel your cheeks warm, glancing away. "As if you aren't gagging to stick it in me," you retort but eagerly look back when Sylus pulls out his cock. Saliva floods your mouth almost instantly, your eyes taking in the gorgeous sight of ten inches beautifully veined and leaking at the reddened tip. You can't decide if you want it more in your mouth or your cunt.
"Who's gagging for it exactly?" Sylus snarks back, easily catching your foot aimed for his face. "I love it when you fight me, sweetie."
"Shut up and fuck me, Sylus."
"I'm trying to." He nips at your ankle, teeth grazing against the bone. "But you being a brat is getting in the way."
You gasp loudly, offended. "I'm not being a brat! You better take that backâ!"
The thick head of Sylus' cock nudges your hole and that, itself, has you losing your breath. Then he shifts, adjusting his hips before pushing forward and you're full.
You choke out a moan, eyes rolling back as your back curves upwards. Pleasure zips through you like lightening, each strike leaving a fiery blaze in its wake. He's so deep inside you, softly tapping your cervix with every move of his hips and a prominent vein rubs deliciously against that sweet spot.
"Haven't even moved yet and you're already crying," Sylus mocks but it's not hurtfulâit's tender and affectionate. Like he's so in love that it's left him overwhelmed. "Sweet girl, my sweet girl." He's coming to lean over you, the motorcycle swaying as he balances you perfectly on his cock and begins to fuck you dumb.
There's something exhilarating about being fucked out in the open like this. The cold air pricks at your skin, goosebumps raising, but settled by the heat of Sylus. Your moans shatter the still silence, accompanied by the vicious slap of skin against skin and your wet cunt being pounded by Sylus' thick cock. Sweet praises fall from his swollen lips which plant kisses upon your cheeks and nose and neck. A softening contrast to how mercilessly he pounds into you.
Anyone can see you out here.
Anyone can drive past and see you both deeply coiled around each other. You laid bare over a shaking motorcycle while the love of your life has you shouting to the skies above.
That should terrify you; it should have you and Sylus stopping so you can move this to somewhere far more private. But you find you don't care, that you love that Sylus is claiming you before the whole world because yes, you are his and he is yours. It's a single thought that has you growing wetter, cunt clenching tightly around Sylus who kisses you deeply, wholly.
"Sweet girl, my beloved," he breathes into your panting mouth. "Letting me fuck you out here before man and God. Is that how much you love me? Allowing me to use you anyhow I see fit? Despite who may see?"
You nod reverently, unable to shape words with a jaw slack from pleasure. You love him so much that he can fuck you in front of a crowded room. He can use you any way he wants because you know he'd treat you with the utmost love and respect. You'd let him do anythingâyou'd do anything for him.
"I knew you would," he murmurs, breathless. "I knew because I'd do the same for you." His hips slam against your ass with a ruthless rhythm. He's got you nearly folded in half, legs bouncing over his shoulders as his cock strikes you deep. "I'd let you use me however you like and, shit, let you do whatever you wantâ"
You're squirming beneath him, hands clawing at his forearms and scratching lines into worn leather. Your vision blurs around the edges, something messy and brilliant dancing into view as it sweeps up your entire body. You bounce with every sweet thrust, sob around his name as tears stream down your flushed cheeks. You feel the beginning of the end creeping up in the horizon because everything about this is a wonderful mash of ecstasy.
It's about to hit you, forceful and unapologetic, and you reach for Sylus with a burst of strength. Your arms lock around his neck, pulling him further down until he's pressing you into the seat's leather. His eyes flash wildly, his mouth dropping open and your name tumbles out like a prayer.
And that worship has you falling apart, toes curling and thighs tensing as you shake beneath him with a loud cry.
His name a delicate song upon your tongue and Sylus follows after you, burying his whine into your neck as he spills hot into your cunt. It has you trembling, eyes fluttering at him filling you until it spills out.
"Oh, whoa," you murmur weakly after a moment, still dazed.
"Mmm," Sylus hums tiredly, still nestled in your neck. His hands run a soothing patterns over your outer thighs. "Whoa indeed."
"We should do this more often."
"A new kink discovered, I see."
"Unapologetically, yes."
Sylus huffs a laugh, nipping at your jaw. "Well, looks like we have a lot more to explore then."
"I'd say so," you agree, smiling softly as you run a hand through his hair. "Now, please let me up because I'm sore and your cum is getting on the seat."
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