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700words of their OC in a Fallout AU, strapped to a sybian and getting face fucked by an unknown person. The OC comes so often they pass out.

(I tried my best I hope you like it)

Will’s chest is heaving as he calms down from his fourth orgasm. Or fifth? He… he’s not sure anymore. It is difficult to focus on it when all he has to go on is the spasming of his muscles which haven’t quite stopped around the third time they were teased into contracting until he bit his tongue almost bloody.

His thick thighs are shaking, trying to push against the bonds keeping him on the infernal thrumming seat, but he is kitten weak. He can’t do anything but have his whole weight on the sybian, pushing the vibe in deeper. Its humming against his balls is making him go cross-eyed. It is aching now. Definitely aching.

“P… Please. Come on. You’ve had your… your fun, right?” he tries. He’s jovial most of the time and there is no use in getting angry now; not in some weird little room with a weird little person who he knows nothing about.

They are wearing a gas mask and have not said a single word since he’s woken up from a stun grenade by his first orgasm.

(He… thinks it was his first. He’s not… sure anymore.)

They’re slender. He’s not sure how they even managed to drag his heavy ass from the road they ambushed him on to wherever this is.

They have their face turned towards him but are not reacting one way or another. He’s not sure they are even listening to him. There is a remote in their gloved fist with which they manipulate the speed and intensity of the toy he is sitting on, but they haven’t changed anything in a while.

As Will’s muscles start failing him, he is forced to sit on the base of the vibe they pushed into him, making it vibrate with the sybian. He feels himself going cross-eyed, his belly muscles clenching pathetically as all those sweet little nerves in his entrance are being stimulated.

He’s not used to this. Not at all.

Maybe someone will stick a finger up his ass every once in a while as he’s got them bouncing on his cock or riding his face, but... 

Shit. He… he can feel another one brewing. His toes are curling to the point of spasming muscle pains. He tries to gather himself enough to regain the agency over his thick thighs, but there is nothing to be done about it. His body is failing him.

His captor moves. They carefully put the remote away somewhere behind their back, then come closer towards him.

Will stares at them with teary eyes as he starts sagging to one side on the saddle he’s strapped on. There’s no way for him to slip off this infernal thing.

He watches as his captor begins to open their pants, eventually producing a nice, slender cock which they show off to him. They curl a hand around it and pull the foreskin down until the slick dark red head is pointed right at his face.

They wait for a moment, as if to give him time to take in the beauty of an actual healthy looking dick before him here in the middle of the wasteland, then reach out and fist fingers in his short, brown hair.

He is pulled in, and Will opens his mouth without a token protest. It occurs to him that he could bite this person, but… well.

Tears are at the corners of his eyes as he looks up the slender torso, his own body on fire as he tries to fight against yet another orgasm. He hiccups noisily with the cock still in his mouth, his fingers flexing and clenching into tight, big fists again.

He feels like he’s not going to live through another orgasm.

The gas mask staring down at him is without expression. There is no sound coming forth. No reaction. He suckles and plays his tongue across the tip, but his captor is simply staring down at him, not moving one way or another, letting Will fuck his mouth on their cock while he tries so very hard not to come.

It is all an uphill battle, of course. One he is destined to lose. He sobs when his aching balls start spasming once more, his hole clenching around the unfamiliar thick presence spreading him open, body convulsing and out of his control as tears stream down his cheeks and the air freezes in his lungs.

He thinks the person is at least pulling their cock out of his throat for the duration. He’s not entirely sure. Everything goes dark around him as he spasms in his orgasm.