#kelsons

[miange1]

pilot mistaking reader for a girl and asks him out but when he realizes reader is a guy he tried to play it off but he ends up taking him out anyways :3

it's hot. as fuck. sexual thoughts, sweet but nervous, stuttering, pilots sexual confusion, jack being a wingman, this is short, cute stuff, this felt good to write

"just go talk to her!" this would be barely an issue for pilot, but he didn't know why he was so nervous to even go up and create any sort of conversation.

it was burning, and your shorts hugged your thighs as well as your tank top sticking to your shirt due to sweat. your mouth was around a multi flavoured popsicle, tongue swirling around it and saliva mixed with the juice dripping down your chin, and you would lick it up the moment it dripped. damn..

he wondered if he could finally get some good head for once in his life if he just had you.

"dude, go!" jack pushed pilot forward, giving him a bit of pep in his step. pilot straightened his cap a bit, fixing his short sleeved jacket to look somewhat presentable.

"uh..hi.." fuck.

you turned over at him, your eyes so gorgeous when you looked his direction. "i thought that— uh..i thought you were really pretty, and i wanna ask you out. just to hang out, you know?" you took the popsicle out your mouth, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"me? really?" oh, that was a dudes voice. pilot stared to get even more nervous, because he knew his attraction wasn't dying down but getting bigger and bigger.

"well, if you say so do you want my—" he had ran away, a few feet from you as he'd whisper to what you guessed was his friend. "..number?"

you shrugged, it was unfortunate because he was really cute in your opinion.

"shes a he." jack took a moment, before shrugging. "i thought you were that bisexual shit or something?" pilot seemed baffled, giving him a look. "when did i ever say that!" jack shook his head, "when you were talking about sex or whatever!"

"i said i was sexually confused!" now he could confirm jack hadn't listened to a single thing he had said. "oh.. well.. just go talk to him! it'll be fine." jack pushed him back towards you, pilots shoulder hitting yours.

he turned around, facing you and this time feeling real embarrassed. "i..hi.." you gave him a smile, "hi again." he took your hand, making himself feel really formal. "um..im pilot."

"pilot? that's cute." unique name, you really liked it a whole bunch. you took out a piece of paper from your pocket, your number already pre written on it. "call me?" he took it from you, a goofy smile being placed on his curved lips.

"yeah, definitely." you had left, a small 'see ya' as you went your way. he resisted the urge to jump up and down, lowering it down to clutching the paper in his hand but quickly stopping realizing his sweat could smudge it.

"you got it?" he showed the paper, "got it."

[evie-carnahan]

Two Weeks Notice (2002)

[jakegyllenbaalz]

[rdiowx]

PILOT, JIMMY AND DONNIE AUDIOLIST

I just decided to put them all on the same one cause theyre all Jake Gyllenhaal characters

If ur new to these, this is an mlm blog HOWEVER considering the very little amount of m4m audios these are ramblefaps or m4f audios 👍🏽

If these dont work lmk so i can fix em!

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PILOT KELSON (highway)

☆ getting high then fucking ig

☆ i feel like the title on this one is self explanatory

☆ pilot edging himself in his car (ramble fap not an audio)

☆ high edging this time (nother ramble fap)

DONNIE DARKO (donnie darko)

☆ having donnie breed you for funsies idk

☆movie boring fuck instead

☆ reminded me of the deleted scene i posted

☆ ramble fap cuz i love this guy

JIMMY LIVINGSTON (bubble boy)

☆ Pretty forward title tbh

☆ i love jimmy he’s a cutie

☆ as if he would ever have to learn how to be submissive

☆ jimmy “teaching” you guitar

[p0meloo]

Pilot Kelson

[its-the-rules]

a character you’re really into having little to no fanbase is so evil to me

[missuswalker]

any smut w pilot x reader where u ride him?? :p

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: it’s summer in vegas; what better way to spend your day than on your boyfriends dick??? (there is no better way to spend your day)

𐙚 warnings: SMUT!!! he’s so delicious, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, mention of drugs, like, once, but they’re not taken by either, creampie, not proofread

𐙚 notes: pilot makes me weak in the knees, he’s my number one favorite boy

It was summer, and, of course, hot it Las Vegas; when was it not? The day was too slow for it to be a hundred and two degrees and Pilot was sweating his balls off. He already took a freezing shower, also having requested that Jack get him into a random lady’s pool, though he was denied, and he was still burning up. He looked around his bland room, trying to find something to distract him, not with much luck. His undershirt was soaked, which wasn’t very pleasant, but it was better than nothing. Pilot was going to go insane if he didn’t find something to do. Well, he did have one thing.

Picking up his cell off of the bedside table, he’s quick to dial his girlfriend’s number, having it memorized from how often he called. Waiting for you to pick up, he picks at the string on his shorts, staring up at the ceiling. “Hello?” You sounded absolutely miserable, your voice raspy and your tone annoyed. “This is officer Damon, I’m calling to let you know that you are under arrest,” he says, deepening his voice, snickering to himself as if he were the funniest man in the world. “Hi, Pilot,” you responds, completely unamused. He snorts, rolling his eyes at your attitude.

“I miss you,” Pilot laughs, running a hand through his damp hair, ceiling fan slowly beginning to stop working. He huffs, shaking his head at the piece of shit. It wasn’t doing much to begin with. “I miss you, too,” your answer being sweeter than it had been previously. He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching his chin lazily. “You wanna come over?” Pilot was always happy to see you, no matter the temperature or conditions. Who cared if he was drenched in sweat? As long as he ended the day with you drenched, he didn’t care. “Yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of your car door slamming caught his attention, though he doesn’t bother to get up. Like he expected, you stepped into his room only a minute later. “You should lock your door. Don’t you have drugs in here? You could get robbed,” you hum, dropping a bag on the floor before dropping down on the bed next to him. “It’s unlocked because I knew you were coming over,” he lies, giving a cheesy smile as he puts a hand on your thigh. “How are you not sweating,” he follows up, quirking a brow. With a shrug of your shoulders, you put your hand over his. “Ice bath.” He scoffs at your answer, his eyes returning to the ceiling. “Well, it’s gonna get hot in here, might wanna take these off,” he teases, tugging at the hem of your shorts.

“Oh, convenient for you, huh,” you snort, smacking his hand. Pilot lets out a soft chuckle, reaching for his tank top. “Just a suggestion,” he shrugs, tugging off the sweaty top. You roll your eyes at him, lying down next to him. “Yeah, thanks.” A relaxing silence takes over Pilot’s room, his fingers tapping against your thigh. “You wanna get naked,” he asks out of the blue, turning to look at you. You almost want to laugh at the absurdity, but after a moment of hesitation, you purse your lips. “You’re awful,” you say, shaking your head. “Awful for appreciating how beautiful my girlfriend is?”

With another roll of your eyes, you look away. “You’re just a pussy addict,” you say, which he doesn’t deny. He lets out a little hum, placing his hands on his stomach. “You don’t wanna bang?” He grins, pinching your nose shut, only with the purpose of being annoying. Swatting his hand away, you frown, brows furrowed. “I didn’t say that.” He squints at you, puckering his lips. “You look like an idiot,” you laugh, pushing his face away. “You wanna sex me up. That’s disgusting, Y/n, please control yourself,” he jokes, managing to keep a rather straight face. “So are we having sex or not?” You asks, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

It wasn’t even a minute later before the two of you had dropped your clothes on the floor, teeth clashing together as you made out. The smell of sweat mingled with the heavy sent of arousal as Pilot leaned down,

sucking on your collar bone, taking your nipples between his fingers, making no effort to be gentle. Letting out a huff, you grab at the roots of his messy hair, grinding against his bare thigh. “Fuck, baby, you’re just so pretty, gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget the heat,” he mumbles, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His favorite part of all of this was hearing your moans. It made him feel proud, knowing he was getting to you. “Christ, Pilot,” you spit, his hands grabbing at your hips.

He sits, now with his back against the head board of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, taking his dick and one hand, the other supporting the back of your thigh. “Look how desperate you are, can’t even suck my cock, you just gotta have it in that pussy,” he groans, nearly cumming just at the sight of how wet you were. “Wanna act so tough all the time. Fuck, I’ll let you do all the work for once, you wanna that,” he asks, stroking himself before pulling you down onto his cock, hardly giving you time to breathe. “Fuck, Pilot, oh my god,” you whine, nose pushed into the crook of his neck. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. You gonna move, or what,” he continues, involuntarily bucking his hips upwards. He brings his hands down, thumb brushing over your clit as you begin to grind into his lap. Your whimper leave him mindless, both of his hands moving under each of your thighs to lift you up, dropping you back down immediately after.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, if you don’t move I’m gonna go crazy,” he says, prompting you to slowly move up and down his cock. When you came back to the world of the living, you began to bounce, the sound of sweaty skin colliding, grunts, and moans filling his empty bedroom. “Pilot, holy shit,” you huff, picking up your speed and aggression. “Fuck, Y/n, so fucking pretty on top of my cock. Might have to do this all the time,” he groans, pulling at your nipple with his thumb, burying his face in your tits. He leaves bruising hickies behind all over your chest, going back to place gentle kisses over them. “I love you, holy shit,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders. He throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, Inlove you so fucking much. Cum on my cock, baby, holy,” he begins, pulling you down hard, helping you finish up. You can feel your stomach burning, pussy tightening around his dick. He lets out a string of curses, letting go and cumming inside of you, though he continues to pull you down on his dick over and over until your eyes rolled back, his name falling from your lips a plethora of times. “Shit,” he says sharply, resting his head against the headboard for a moment, letting you take a moment as he pushes your head onto his shoulder. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you were so good. Damn,” he whispers, kissing the side of your head.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before you pull yourself off of him, resting on your back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m still hot. Wanna go again and see if the earth freezes over,” Pilot says, looking down at you with an amused expression. “Shut the fuck up,” you laughs, rubbing your eyes. “Hey, you never know until you try. We gotta start working on rebuilding the population, you know. Anyone who’s outside is gonna get hypothermia,” he notes, almost sounding serious as he lays down next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “You’re awful,” you shake your head, taking the same hand to cover his mouth. “That’s what you said before you were bouncing on my dick. Bonus points because you said you love me, high score because you came like a fucking waterfall,” he continues, only trying to egg on your annoyance. With a quiet laugh, you smack the top of his head. “You’re so gross.” He grins, looking back up at the ceiling. “I’m pretty sure you said that, too.”

[purplepoptartcat420]

boyfriend reveal

also whys he so pouty all the time

[coloradosnumber1dad]

when bitches bring up Donnie Darko and now everyone knows you’re autistic 😔

[res1dentemo]

i feel like i'm seriously slacking bc these are the only drawings i have made since last art dump

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Free Sample

- Pilot Kelson ☆

Summary: You meet up with your dealer who offers you a free sample, however this sample does more than relax you.

Warnings: Weed, weed as an aphrodisiac, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, cumplay.

Word count: 1382

Notes: This is a need.

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Walking into Pilot’s house was like walking into a club. Dimly lit and filled with smoke, you came back out with 50% less brain cells than you had before you entered.

You sat on his worn-out couch as he yapped about the new strain he was pushing. “Smoked this last night, and I swear I saw God.” He had to hype it up; it was a business after all. “I’ll let you try it out before you pay. You’re a loyal customer after all,” he offered, holding up the small bag. “Why not?” you shrugged. You’d never pass on a free high.

Pilot sat down behind you before propping up the weed and papers on the living room table. His hands worked confidently; he had done this more times than he could count. Your eyes lingered on him as he licked the paper and sealed it before twisting the head.

He lit it up, took a drag, and passed it to you. “This won’t kill me, right?” you asked before accepting it. He shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle. “You’ll be fine.”

And he hadn’t been lying; this was good stuff. “Aren’t you wasting money by doing this?” You weren’t complaining; it was just a bit unusual for a dealer to give out free samples like this. “Doing this with you is not a waste,” he said as smoke pillowed out of his mouth. He smiled, and his heavy eyes thinned even further.

Your legs were turning into spaghetti, and a chill ran down your spine. “This is really good,” you pointed out. You had no idea how you were going to drive home in this state. “Turns you on too,” he joked, or so you thought. But it slowly started sinking in.

He put it out on the ashtray and let his head tilt back against the cushion. “I can’t drive like this,” you said, half laughing. “Guess you have to stay a bit then.” Pilot turned to the side to look at you. His eyes flickered up and down.

“You weren’t lying,” you said, looking back at him. “About what?” He grinned. “About it turning you on,” you admitted unashamedly, something you wouldn’t have done in a clear state. “That’s something I could help with,” he spat back; the hope building in his chest ran straight down to his cock.

“Yeah?” You looked at his lips, red and slightly agape. “Yeah,” he nodded before closing the space between you. It was sloppy from the start, but slow. It felt as if your mouths melted together into one as his tongue grazed yours. Your thighs clenched without you meaning to. Pilot’s hand went to and settled at your waist, covered by nothing as the hot California sun had forced you into a crop top earlier that day.

You moved to sit on his lap. It all felt automatic, like your brain had checked out for the time being and your body had its own conscience. His hands grabbed at your hips and pulled you down against the tent in his pants. Even though his muscles felt slack, the grip he had on you was strong.

His thumbs went inside your waistband. “I want them off,” he breathed out against your swollen lips. You undid the button of your shorts and pulled them off before leaning down to kiss him again. His cargo pants rubbed against your clit, still covered by your thin cotton underwear. Your breathing gained a voice, and you moaned into Pilot’s mouth. This seemed to spur him on further, and he bucked his hips up against you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he mumbled and moved down to kiss your neck. He mouthed at your skin, and his saliva cooled you down as the air hit it, sending shivers through your body. His mouth reached your neckline, and he pulled your top off, exposing your tits. He gawked at them before placing his tongue on one of your nipples. The taste of your sweat drove him wild, and he felt as if he’d explode.

Your eyes fluttered as he bit down on your sensitive skin, and you involuntarily rolled your hips against him. “You’re gonna have to get undressed; I feel exposed here,” you half-joked. 

He proved to be a man of action. He sat up straight and tore his t-shirt off and started unzipping his pants. “You’re very obedient,” you teased, making him blush. “As long as it gets me where I want,” he responded and pressed his clothed cock against your clit. He smiled boyishly as your eyes closed in pleasure. 

You moved your underwear to the side. Shame had left you long ago, and all that remained was desperation. Your wetness left a damp spot on Pilot’s underwear as you rolled against him. You almost forgot he was there, as if you were humping a pillow or your hand.

Pilot broke your trance by pulling his underwear down enough to free his cock. It slapped against his pale stomach, dripping precum. Your hips lowered back down, and you covered his shaft with your juices. It slid between your folds, and with each roll, it threatened to slip inside you.

“Don’t be mean,” Pilot whined. “I gave you a free sample, didn’t I?” You smiled at his desperation. It was sweet. You lined him up before sinking down on him. Pilot dug his nails into your skin as he tried his best to gather himself. “Jesus,” he huffed when you had taken him all in. It bordered on being painful, but the overwhelming pleasure cancelled it out. 

“All good?” he checked in. He was a nice guy for being a white trash California dealer. “Just big,” you chuckled, immediately cringing at your choice of words. Though, Pilot didn’t seem to mind. Instead he looked grossly proud.

You started slow, rising before slowly sinking down on him, upping your pace as you went. But your strength wasn’t reliable, and your body quickly turned into a useless lump of jello.

“Can I?” Pilot asked, wanting to take control. You nodded, ashamed of your incompetence. But you quickly forgot about it as he rolled you over on your back. He stood on one level and perched the other on the couch. He placed his hand on your lower belly and pushed himself back in. He shuddered at your grip around him before thrusting again.

The sight from your point of view couldn’t have been better. Pilot's silver chain dangled from his neck, and his baby hairs stuck against his forehead. His brows were knitted together as he concentrated on not instantly cumming. He wasn't going to be a one-minute man.

What were the effects from the joint blurred and Pilot couldn’t tell if he might have gotten high off you too. The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your legs wrapped around Pilot’s back in an attempt to make him hit deeper. Your mind was a cloudy mess, and if you were to take a look inside, it’d probably look the same as the room did.

Pilot pulled out before he came. He twisted his hand around the head of his cock a few times before cumming on your belly. He hunched forward as he did, and unintelligible curse words fell from his lips. He didn’t waste any time before running his fingers over his cum and placing his wet digits on your clit, rubbing circles against you.

You writhed and trembled beneath him, grateful he cared enough to make you cum too but much too out of it to tell him. Your hips moved against his diligent hand, and whimpers slipped out of you with each breath.

Your legs shook as you came, your whole body tensing before falling through the earth. Poor Pilot didn’t have a single thought in his head and licked a stripe up your cum-covered skin and kissed you deeply, pushing it into your mouth. You accepted and swallowed.

He got you a glass of water from the kitchen. “Will you buy any then?” he asked as he plopped down beside you. “I’d much rather come back for another sample,” you said with a smile and nudged his side, “deal?”

“Deal.”

[miange1]

pilot and donnie hcs where reader sometimes gets carried away while they have sex? like they have a high sex drive, overly sensitive and even if they're shaking they'll want to go for another round

+aftercare please :3

PILOT KELSON , DONNIE DARKO

gender neutral(male leaning reader), bottom reader, umm, riding, overstimulation for both parties, separate hdc, scratch marks, almost passing out, bleeding(from the back, NOT ASSHOLE)

donnie darko

— matches you

— has a higher sex drive than even he himself would think, due to his own fantasies and stamina he'd want to fuck almost 24/7

— it isn't as if the two of you were using each other for sex, you just had sex a lot

— but he doesn't want to push you way too much, won't want to keep going to the point you seem like you're gonna hurt yourself.

"a..another round..?" your fingers grazed his chest as you pushed him down, your shakey figure climbing atop him and straddling him.

"please? need you so bad.." was most definitely down for it, and despite your moans he could tell you were about to crumble anytime soon

— realistically , not the best at aftercare and would definitely be really tired and would just want to sleep and be close to you

— but if it was one of those times your pushed your body to an extent he would do anything that you needed.

"you hungry?" you shook your head, "thirsty?" you held him closer, shaking your head. "you might pass out, at least drink something.."

pilot kelson

— like donnie, does have a high sex drive but doesn't have enough stamina as he thinks

— a good two , maybe three rounds and he's wrung out dry. but you being the type to want to go much over that he thought his hips would break

"fuck..mh, ah!" he whimpered into your ear, fucking you so good that your nails raked down to his back, so deep he could feel the cold air against the flesh wound.

his usually spikey hair down and worn out as it stuck to his forehead due to sweat. "gonna break please.." he stopped for a moment, head resting on your shoulder and his hands gripping your hips hard enough to mark against your skin

— even when he was worn out you'd just ride him the rest of the time or give him head.

— he'd receive most of the aftercare, both of your bodies exhausted but especially his.

"pilot stay still," "but it hurts!" "well the ointment has to settle in!" you'd try your best to no longer add too many marks like this on him

[evie-carnahan]

And what’s the point, the man’s not gonna listen to me. Besides, you know what, he said some things to me that were just so, so… true.

Two Weeks Notice (2002)

[jennaajoseph]

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[o0oo09o900o]

Why is every pilot Kelson /donnie darko x Reader fic lkke. Female reader WHy cant they, Just kiss Boys

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

A night in Reno

✧･ﾟ: * Pilot and Jack find themselves in a whorehouse, but Pilot ends up wanting the bartender instead...

warnings: absolutely filthy smut, kinda cheating, mentions of drugs

It was a slow night at the Dan. D. Fine, as always. You stood at the bar, fixing up the broken machines and washing the dirty cups. Most of the time, the only man you'd see was either a gross old fuck or a young virgin. There was also Mauzner, a nasty piece of shit nympho. As you shined up the bottles sitting on the shelf, you saw a pair of guys walk in. One was decked out in biker clothes and had a weird haircut. The other was dressed more normal, was cuter, and he wore a green visor. To put it simple, they didn't seem like the usual type to come into a whorehouse. The cute one glanced at you, making eye contact. You broke it, trying to look like you were busy and not awkward.

The boss lady called out all the girls from behind the curtain. They were dressed in lingerie and weird sexual accessories. You were cool with them, sliding them drinks throughout the night to help them through their shift. They all lined up, one by one.

The two guys sat on the couch with Mauzner, marveling at the beautiful women before them. Mauzner had his pick first, going with Lois who was dressed as a bar-maiden. Then the biker dude had his pick second. He ended up with Sophie, who was wearing a cowboy costume. And then there was the visor guy. He scanned the ladies, one by one. "Uh...I think im cool off that." He laughed nervously, looking at the boss lady. She rolled her eyes, motioning the girls to go back to their rooms. Now, it was just you and him.

He sat on the soft velvet couch for a moment, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. You glanced at him a few times, it seemed as though he was looking for something. He got up and walked towards the bar. You kept trying to look occupied, a little bit nervous to talk to him. "Hey, uh, you got a light?" he asked, a grin plastered on his face. You pulled one out from the cabinet, handing it to him. He lit the cig, inhaling deeply. "Y'know, I don't usually smoke cigs. Im a lot more of a weed typa' guy." You giggled, you could tell he was high out of his mind. "So then why not smoke a blunt?" you asked, still washing the dishes. "Smoked my last one right before we got here. Shoulda' saved it." He ran his fingers through his brown, dirty looking hair. You couldn't help but stare at him, he was just so... cute. "Whats tha matter? Somethin on my face?" he asked, giggling. "Nah, just looking."

You caught his name about 30 minutes into the conversation. His name was Pilot. He told you the whole story as to why that was his name, which you found quite interesting. You talked about everything and nothing, his life back in Vegas and your life here in Reno. You had been itching to ask him if he was in a relationship or something, but you didnt wanna come off too strong. "So, you got a little boyfriend or what?" he asked, eyeing you up and down. You felt flattered by this sudden question. "Nah, I'm single as can be" you giggled. "Really? Im surprised. A cute thing like you should have guys lined up across the block" he said, taking puffs off of the cigarette. "Well, how about you? Got a girl back in Vegas or what?" you asked, genuinely curious to know. "Well...it's complicated." Pilot laughed, his sleepy eyes shutting and his cat-like mouth curling up. "Hm, you guys are going nice 'nd steady or what?" Pilot grins. "Well... I was tellin' my buddy Jack that if banging was an island in the Caribbean, me and her are stuck in traffic in Jersey." This made you laugh. Although Pilot was heavily intoxicated, he was still charming. "She doesn't make you nut? Or are you sexually confused." You tilted your head to the side, looking Pilot in the eyes. He grinned. "Yeah..hell nah." He put out the cigarette, throwing it into the little ashtray beside him. "Maybe you could help me out with that?" he asked, licking his lips and flashing a toothy grin. You blushed, flabbergasted at his boldness. "My apartments right above this building, wanna spend the night?" you asked. Pilot followed you up to the apartment.

As soon as you shut the door, he launched himself towards you. He grabbed your face, kissing you passionately. The both of you stumbled into your room, closing and locking the door. Pilot laid down on the bed, watching as you straddled him. His hands grabbed at your hips, grinding you on his boner. You tore off the silly visor he wore, along with his shirt and jacket as you threw it off to the side. With the visor gone, it made it easier to kiss him. You kissed all the way down his neck, leaving hickeys. "Ah, fuck [Name]." Pilot had never been handheld in such a manner, it was so new to him. He helped pull off all your clothes, leaving you in just lacey pink panties. He gawked at your body, completely bare just for him. You kissed down his abs and along his happy trail. You got all the way down to his pants, looking up at him with puppy eyes. Your ass was in the air, back arched. Pilot couldn't believe the sight before him. He had imagined something just like this the moment he laid eyes on you. You unbuckled his belt and pulled off his boxers. His dick sprang out, rock hard and damn near pulsating. You spit on the tip, wanting Pilot to beg for anything more. "[Name], please don't tease. It hurts" Pilot whined, his head thrown back. "Mmm tell me what you want me to do, baby." You kissed all along his dick, from the balls up to the shaft. "Just..just like that." Pilot was on cloud nine. You took all 7 inches in your mouth, deepthroating his cock. Tears formed in your eyes. Pilot reached his hand down to wipe them off, only making you more wet. Your head bobbed up and down on his dick. "Fuck.. fuck, fuck [Name]." You took it out of your mouth, wanting him to cum on your face. He came with a loud groan, painting your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching some in your mouth. You sat up and straddled him again, your face smeared in his jizz. Pilots eyes rolled back, the sight too much to handle. "Gonna make you cum all over again, yeah baby?" you asked, wiping the cum off and licking your finger. "Wanna make you feel good too, [Name]." He grabbed your hips again, guiding them more towards his face.

You hovered your pussy over Pilots face. "Pilot, I don't wanna suffocate you." you giggled nervously. Pilot didn't listen to you, instead grabbing your ass and forcing you down. You moaned, feeling his tongue flick your clit. You began to grind on his face, writhing and groaning at the feeling. It was a sensation you hadn't ever experienced. You grabbed his dick, stroking it as his tongue went in and out of you. Pilot groaned against your pussy. The vibrations of his voice almost made you cum, grinding even harder. Suddenly, Pilot stopped. You whined, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away almost painful. "Why, why'd you stop?" you asked in between pants. "Cant let you cum just yet baby, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my dick." Pilot moved you towards his cock, standing straight up from how hard it was. He lowered you down onto it until it was all the way in. You moaned, throwing your head back. Pilots thick cock was stretching you out so good, you didn't know if you could handle the whole thing. You began bouncing up and down, hands at your sides for balance. Pilots hands went from your hips, to your tiddies. He put your left nipple in his mouth, while he fondled the right. "Oh, fuck me Pilot." You began slowing down, your legs tired from bouncing. Pilot sat up and grabbed you at the sides. He began to use you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down. His big blue eyes gazed into yours as he fucked you. "Youre all mine now. Got that?" he said. "Yes, yes Pilot. All yours." At this point, you were delirious. As long as Pilot kept fucking you like this, you'd agree to anything he'd say. "Who's this pussy belong to? Huh?" he asked, slapping your ass. "You.. I'm yours.. I'm- I-" you couldn't think, you couldn't talk. You came violently on his dick, your juices squirting all over his lap. "Fuck, fuck yeah baby. Squirt all over this dick." Now, you were limp. You could barely sit up, the feeling in your legs long lost. Pilot was thrusting up into you, chasing his release. All you could mutter was a string of curse words, eyes rolled into the back of your head. "Shit shit shit Name." You could feel cum fill up your insides, warming you up. The thought of getting pregnant suddenly crossed your mind. You didn't care, through. The only thing you cared about in this moment was Pilot nutting all up in you. You fell forward onto him, his arms wrapping around your torso. You both laid there, trying to catch some breath. Pilot looked down at you and started giggling. "Damn, that was nice." You snuggled into him, drawing little circles on his chest. "Am I better than your girl?" you asked, looking up at him. "Nah, cus you're my girl." Pilot kissed the top of your head, watching blush creep across your face. "Goodnight, baby." you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, [Name]." Pilot thought of what would become of this. He thought of maybe inviting you to tag along with them on their journey to Seattle. That was tomorrows problem. Right now, Pilot was focused on one thing: his new girl.

(wow i didnt mean for this to be so long whoops :3 but here ya go Highway 2002 fans! hope u like)