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𝐢. call of duty

𓈒 ׅ ⁺ 𝒥ealous x ghost

𓈒 ׅ ⁺ 𝒯high riding x price

𝐢𝐢. resident evil

𓈒 ׅ ⁺ ꧑otorbike ride x di! leon

ghost fucking your throat viscously, tears well up in your innocent bambi eyes as the room floods with filthy wet moans. he pats the back of your head, encouraging you like the good little doll you are to take him whole

until your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut due to the intense burn, drool dribbling down onto the floor creating a small puddle. his cock forming a bulge down your neck as you struggle to breath, gagging from his massive size as he continues thrusting relentlessly

"ey, easy love, don't be blackin' out on me" he taps your cheeks with his gloved fingers, wiping your smudged mascara as he pulls out of your mouth. you wrap your arms around his calf clinging to him, as you bury your face against his thigh letting out little whimpers, pain and pleasure electrifying your body, looking up at him with hazed eyes too fucked to think straight

he tilts his head to the side slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask. his fingers move slowly through your hair, waiting for your breathing to settle. the second he decides you are calm enough, he jolts your chin sharply, forcing you upwards and back to where you belong

- SMUT . nsfw . motorbike stimulation . public sex . fingering . dirty talk

“hold tight for me okay? promise I won’t drive too fast” leon grins, adjusting the motorbike helmet on your head and lifting you up effortlessly onto the seat.

somehow he convinced you on a late night ride with him at 3am on his motorbike. not that you would complain, you always wanted to ride on one.

leon swung one leg over the bike and settled in front of you. he turned on the ignition, the engine roaring to life as the headlights switched on, illuminating the dark streets. he revved the engine, the familiar sound of his custom bike booming across the neighbourhood before settling into a steady purr.

you’ve never experienced anything like this. the sound and sensation vibrating through your body as a small gasp left your lips.

“like it darling?” leon turned his head around grinning, obliviously having heard how your body reacted to his most prized possession. you nodded excitedly, biting your lips beneath the helmet, watching him secure his own helmet and turning back around, giving the bike more revs.

what he didn’t know was how the vibration and heat of the bike was making your cunt stimulated perfectly where you could feel your panties growing wet underneath your skirt.

you held onto his shoulders as he slowly accelerated, fighting the feeling of how his motorbike was pleasing you. he took off properly, weaving across the empty lanes before sidetracking onto the back quiet roads.

every bump on the road was hitting your cunt perfectly causing you to whimper as the vibration shook your core. you travelled your arms down leons shoulders and onto his waist, wrapping tightly as your clit pulsed with every shudder of the machine. you couldn’t help but shamelessly roll your hips against his bike, trying to chase the friction.

leon slowed down as he felt you clutching his shirt and press yourself deeper against his back. you whimpered louder as the bike came to a stop on the side of the road, before leon whipped his head back and took his helmet off, looking down at the wet stain at the front of your seat, his brows lifting in amusement.

“what a mess you made” he groaned, smirking as he spread your thighs wider, taking off your helmet as you looked at him with wide eyes, humiliation burning your cheeks as your pussy leaked more onto his seat.

“you really got off on my bloody bike baby?” you nodded helplessly, unable to speak as the the bike continued purring underneath your swollen clit, electricity erupting throughout your body.

“pathetic little thing. dont let me stop you. use my bike as your toy…show me what it does to you” he growled, lifting you slightly so he could roll your tights and panties down.

your bare cunt hit the rough leathered seat, giving you a new sensation that made your eyes roll and gasp as you started to rock your hips in sloppy movements against the metal.

“thats it baby. keep going” he praised, kissing your throat before wedging two fingers between your wetness and the seat, pressing into your hole as you moaned, feeling him curl his digits and hit your spongy spot. your body shuddered as you began to feel the thick pressure building in your belly, walls clenching hard around his fingers.

“le-” you moaned, as you began cumming over his fingers and the seat, your vision blurring as pleasure ran through your body. shame filling your mind, you just cummed from a machine and in open air as leon works through your orgasm, pumping his fingers in and out of you as you fall into his chest.

he slides his fingers into his mouth, licking every bit of your juice as he hums in satisfaction, his other hand creased the back of your head as you catch your breath, your walls clenching over the rumble of his bike. dam this bike.

he pops his fingers out and lifts your head by your chin, meeting his fully blown pupiled eyes.

“you marked yourself on my bike” he muses, gliding his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks as you try to hide in embarrassment.

“lee im sor-“ your voice squeaks

“don’t you dare apologise, do you know what you done to me?” he glides his thumb across your glossy lips and with his other hand, he leads your palm to his fully erected cock under his leather trousers.

you gasp meeting your dazed eyes to his, squeezing his bulge as he grunts, rolling his head back as you continue to palm him, feeling his pre cum soak through the leather. you giggle, seeing him hot and flustered as you lean down and kiss his clothed bulge. he grunts louder, opening his eyes as you innocently smile at him. he grabs the back of your head, leaning you closer to him.

“now be my good girl and bend over my bike while I fuck your brains out” he whispers into your ear, tucking a stand a hair behind as you feel yourself getting wet again.

- nsfw . thigh riding . pet names

“so good baby keep going” he praises, taking a drag out of his cigar as you whimper and roll your bare cunt on his thigh, clutching his biceps for dear life as one of his large hands guide your hips

your moans grow louder as you find the perfect angle clit trobbing against the steady pressure. your head tips back, hair falling across your face as price’s hand comes up to cover your mouth

“shhh we don’t want the others to hear, huh doll?” you muffle between his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as he flexes his muscles beneath you, making your cunt leak more slick onto his trousers

“such a fuckin little mess” he mutters, circling his thumb over your clit adding more stimulation. your cheeks burn from humiliation as you bit your lower lip trying not to make a sound. he presses harder on your clit whilst you rut faster and deeper on his thigh, making your stomach tighten

“price no mor-” you cry out, a low whine tearing its way out of your throat as you release yourself on him. he drags you over his thigh, forcing you to ride the aftershocks as you shudder and shake in his grip, over sensitivity burning through your core. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath stuttering as the last waves of pleasure leave your body. he slaps your swollen pussy in satisfaction, your body jolting from the contact as you curl into him like a kitten

“that’s my girl” he whispers forcing your chin up, meeting your dazed eyes with his. his lips curl into a smug filthy grin seeing your teary eyes and the prominent wet stain imprinted on his trousers

“lunch times over doll. back out you go” he murmurs after a while, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck as you gather your senses and come back to reality. he leans back on his chair, puffing his cigar as you wince and scramble around trying to make it seem you didn’t ride your boyfriends thigh in the middle of work

- nsfw

ghost observing you from across the bar, a glass of whiskey clenched tightly in his hand as his eyes bore into your every movement, grunting lowkey to not capture the attention of the tf 141 squad sitting beside him

as you shamelessly flirt and dance with others, smirking at ghost every once in a while as you purposely press yourself against other men

if he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with you what’s the harm in having fun?