#comebackdada

pairings : evan x fem!reader (established relationship)

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, reverse cowgirl position, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, spanking, choking/breath play, hair pulling, manhandling, possessive dirty talk, degradation kink (light), praise kink, messy oral-free sex, semi-public risk (lookout point), aftercare

wc : 1,5k

the motorcycle engine was still ticking as evan killed it at the empty lookout point high above the city. the mv for “ride or die” had dropped only hours ago and he was still buzzing hard, leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders, hair messy from the helmet. the cool night air brushed your skin but all you felt was heat pouring off him.

you climbed off the back, legs shaky from the high speed ride and the way his hand had gripped your thigh the whole way up the twisting road. your heart pounded.

“so… what did you think?” he asked, voice low and rough as he leaned back against the sleek black bike, eyes dark and hungry under the city lights sparkling far below like scattered diamonds. “the song. be honest.”

you stepped between his spread legs, hands sliding up his leather jacket, feeling the firm muscle underneath. “it’s insane, babe. the beat is filthy, your voice is dripping sex… and those lyrics?” you bit your lip, pressing closer. “ride or die, huh?”

a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. “yeah. ride or die.” his hands grabbed your waist hard, fingers digging in as he yanked you against him.

before you could answer he crushed his mouth to yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, adrenaline and raw need crashing together.

his hands groped your ass roughly, squeezing and spreading as he ground his already hard cock against you through his jeans. you moaned into his mouth, wetness already soaking your panties.

“get on,” he growled against your lips, voice thick. “right fucking now.”

he spun you around fast, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. your skirt was shoved up around your waist, panties yanked aside roughly. he freed his thick, heavy cock, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precum. without warning he pulled you down onto him in one brutal thrust, stretching your tight pussy wide open.

you gasped sharply, hands flying to the handlebars for balance as his fat cock speared deep inside you, bottoming out in one go. the burn was delicious, your walls clenching hard around every thick inch.

evan groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. one arm locked around your waist, the other fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back.

“fuck, just like that,” he praised, voice gravelly. “ride me, baby. show me how much you loved the song. bounce on this dick.”

you started moving, rolling your hips then bouncing hard, the motorcycle creaking under the force. every drop down slammed his cock against that perfect spot deep inside, making your juices drip down his balls.

the city lights blurred below while the risk of headlights climbing the road sent fresh thrills through you. evan’s grip in your hair tightened, pulling harder as he thrust up to meet you, fucking you deeper.

“harder,” he demanded, landing a sharp smack on your ass that echoed in the night. the sting bloomed hot, making your pussy flutter around him.

you moaned loud, picking up speed, riding him rough and sloppy. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping everywhere.

his free hand moved to your throat, wrapping tight and squeezing just enough to make your head spin. breath play mixed with the pounding made everything sharper, your vision blurring at the edges with overwhelming pleasure.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips snapping up brutally. “so tight and wet, choking my cock like a greedy little slut. taking every inch like you were built for me.”

you clenched hard at his words, bouncing faster, thighs burning but the pleasure too intense to stop. each thrust drove him impossibly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, making your toes curl.

tears of raw pleasure pricked your eyes. evan kept one hand fisted in your hair, forcing your back to arch deeper so he could fuck up into you even harder while the bike rocked dangerously with every powerful thrust.

“tell me again,” he panted, voice hoarse between brutal snaps of his hips. “did you like the song? does it make you want to ride my cock like this every night, dripping all over me where anyone could see?”

“yes—fuuuck, yes,” you cried out, voice breaking as you slammed down harder. “it’s sooooo good, evan. you sound so fucking hot on it. i’m yours, ride or die.”

he rewarded you with a particularly savage thrust, growling low. his hand left your throat only to grip both hips, fingers bruising as he took full control, pounding up into your soaked poor pussy mercilessly.

the wet, filthy sounds of your bodies colliding grew louder—squelching, slapping, your juices making everything slippery and obscene. your tits bounced under your shirt, nipples hard and aching.

“that’s my girl,” he snarled, possessiveness dripping from every word. “ride me like you mean it. make me feel how much this pussy belongs to me. milk my cock.”

the angle was perfect, his thick cock dragging against your g-spot with every punishing thrust. pressure built fast and overwhelming in your core, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around him. evan could feel it, his own cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“come on my cock,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “right here where anyone could drive up and see you falling apart, creaming all over me like a desperate whore.”

his dirty talk combined with the brutal pace, the hair pulling, the light choking, and the risky location sent you crashing over the edge.

you came hard, pussy spasming violently around his cock, gushing slick down his shaft as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. your moans echoed into the night, body shaking uncontrollably.

evan followed right after with a deep, broken groan, pulling you down flush onto him as he spilled inside you. hot, thick pulses of cum flooded your pussy, filling you up until it started leaking out around his cock with every twitch. he kept thrusting through it, riding out both your orgasms, making sure every drop stayed deep.

you both stayed locked together for long moments, panting heavily, his arms wrapped around you from behind.

slowly the roughness melted.

he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and neck, gently helping you off his still twitching cock. cum dripped down your thighs messily as he turned you around, pulling you into his chest.

“you okay?” he whispered, voice soft and caring now, forehead resting against yours. “wasn’t too rough?”

you smiled breathlessly, still trembling. “it was perfect. ride or die, right?”

he chuckled warmly and kissed you deep and slow this time, tongue gentle. then he cleaned you up carefully with a soft cloth from his bike bag, wiping your thighs and between your legs with tender strokes. he pulled your skirt back down and tugged you onto his lap sideways, holding you close while the city lights twinkled below. his new solo track played quietly from his phone, the two of you swaying slightly to the beat.

“i’m proud of you,” you murmured, running your fingers through his messy hair. “the song is really fucking good. and this was even better.”

evan smiled against your temple, arms tightening around you protectively. “good. because i’m just getting started, baby. there’s a lot more riding in our future.”

the night air cooled your heated skin as you stayed tangled together on the bike, hearts slowing, his cum still warm inside you. every ache and mark on your body was a reminder of how hard he had fucked you.

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