Micah fucks you in a Hot Air Balloon

Tags: slight breeding kink, cream pie, public sex, rough Not educational! Please do not try to recreate this!

On a mundane Sunday morning, Micah starts building a hot air balloon for you. Why, you ask? Because you saw one while driving home from Disneyland and pointed at it and said, “I’ve never been in an air balloon before.”

“Do you want to be in one?”

“Hmm…I think it sounds fun, but I don’t know if this is just because I’m self-conscious, but I feel a bit weird having a romantic moment with people literally 3 feet away from me listening in on our conversation.

“Ohhh…how about if I was the one controlling the hot air balloon?”

“Ohh, I think that’d be nice. I don’t know if I’d like it yet–since I haven’t tried it.”

“Hmm…” was all Micah had said before showing up to your backyard with all of the materials to make said hot air balloon.

You were shocked, at first. And then you remembered the man you were dating. And honestly? It checked out. 

You weren’t complaining either, he got to work constructing the balloon in his slutty see-through cable knit vest and shorts. His muscles were bulging every time he carried something heavy or nailed something in. You could see his nipples through his shirt and his veins pop out every five minutes.

He just looked so good hammering in the frame of the basket. So good, in fact, that you had to get him to hammer your insides as well. 

He’d start pulling wires and somehow end up pulling your hair five minutes later. 

Writing code? More like writing his name on your thigh with his tongue. 

He couldn’t even finish tying any ropes down before your legs wound up tied to the bed.

You couldn’t help yourself.

He’d hand you your newly favorite strawberry-mango drink drenched in sweat as the sun kissed his dark melanin skin. A drop of sweat would glisten from his temple and his woody musk scent would permeate the room.

Who could keep their hands off a man like that? It also didn’t help that he was never one to deny some spontaneous sex from you.

Almost exactly a week later, around 5 in the morning, after the neighborhood was so silent that all you could hear were the cicadas and the two of you laughing while updating each other about your day, he finished building it. 

“I didn’t know I was dating Bob-the-Builder.”

“You aren't. I’m Inspector Gadget. You didn’t know this?” He gave you a little forehead kiss.

You giggle at his stupid witty comment, “I’m not so sure that a hot air balloon could be considered a gadget.”

“Anything is a gadget when you’re as big as I am.”

“Okay, 5’11 king.”

“Fuck you.” he jokes as he extends his hand out to pull you in. Once you’re in his arms, he lifts you into the basket. 

Maybe chivalry isn’t dead after all.

As the balloon rose, the large streets and houses got smaller and smaller, becoming almost toy-like. It reminded you of being on a plane, but without the stuffiness and crying children. It smelled like a night walk, the fresh cold air, the dark blue skies, white clouds, moon, and stars.

"Do you know what I like about you?" you playfully asked, leaning into him for extra warmth.

"Other than everything?"

"I think you're boring."

"I wouldn't have guessed that as being my best quality, but I'll take it."

"I think you're boring and talk about the most boring mundane stuff. Like how you love your friends--the ones that I haven't even seen yet. How your day is going. How much you love your cat. Over and over again." You paused. "I always thought that was so annoying even though I love you. I always wanted there to be a point to life. Get richer. Be happy. Be smarter. Do whatever it takes to succeed."

You looked at him as the sun rose, the warm light caressing his face. "I used to hate it when there was no point in our conversations."

He quirked his brow at me, "You...love talking to me though." He sounded almost hurt.

You smiled back at him, "I like being entertained. I like your elaborate jokes." You paused to look away, "But I always seemed to yawn or grit my teeth when you talk about the daily's--and I wasn't sure why until now. I'm always looking in the future or in the past. I'm never present. I've always worried about what tomorrow is going to be like or why I regretted something before. But I'm realizing now that...I've probably just been unhappy my whole life. I was just too preoccupied chasing my dreams that I didn’t see that I was miserable. I had a dream that this day would come and I would find someone like you. And now that we have...I'm not sure how to adjust. I don't know what it's like to not have a goal in life. To just be content."

"I don't know how to just be content either."

You quirked your brow at him, "Really. You don't?"

"My goal is to make you laugh at least twice per day, and it's safe to say I'm fulfilling my quota."

You hate that you laughed at that, "I hate you."

"It's also to hear that or an ‘I love you’ around 5 times a day."

"That's crazy. I do not say that that often!"

"You do! I would know. I have a spreadsheet counting the amount of times that I’ve made you laugh and what kinds of jokes they were–dry, dirty, elaborate."

"That's insane. But yeah, that’s what I love most about you. How you’re fascinated by the mundane things. How you take your time to smell the flowers before continuing your journey. I’m trying to get like that, how do you do it?"

"Well, for starters," he takes in a breath to slow his speech and elongate his words, "breathe in the nice air, pet Skrunkly when she shows you her stomach–and--no matter how busy you are, kiss me everytime you see me–”

“Everytime I see you?”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules!”

“Mhmm.”

“Maybe I’m projecting though, maybe it’s because that’s what makes me happy.”

You can’t help but to smile at his stupidly cute comment.

He continued, “So yeah, that’s all the rules you have to follow and repeat until you're happy."

"You said you had a goal of making me laugh twice a day, right? I think I need a goal."

"You might. Or, we could make them together.”

"If I had a goal that would make us happy...hmm. I'd probably want to do something new once a day. Something exciting..."

"Is getting a custom home-built hot air balloon not exciting enough?"

"I don't think that’s something that I'm doing though, I more so feel like I'm just along for the ride."

"Soooooo...what do you wanna do?" He asked, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head.

You smiled at him coyly, it was something that you first thought when you saw the hot air balloon, but you didn't want to say it right away. You wanted to be in the moment for the romance first....but now that that was done...

"I think we’d both really like this idea.”

“Really? What is it?”

I've never been in the mile high club before...and do you know what would be rarer than the mile high club?"

He smirked at you, "I think I have something in mind."

"Yeah, it's whatever you call fucking in a hot air balloon."

Micah winced a bit and chuckled, "Yeah, no. I figured."

You pressed your ass into his crotch and smirked, "Did you get a license to fly this?"

"I completed a couple of online courses last night--yes. But I shouldn’t have–considering the fact that we’re gonna commit a misdemeanor."

"Aww, you really are my partner-in-crime."

He smiles, "The things I do to make you happy," his nose nuzzling your ear and his lips on your neck.

You let out a soft moan, "I'd argue that making a hot air balloon is much more work."

"You've never fucked yourself before, have you? It's quite hard not to cum right away when you're fucking the most beautiful, jaw-dropping, smart, funny--"

"No, but I've fucked you. And I think that's comparable."

He presses his cock against your ass. Your eyes are glued to the view he’s curated for you.

Using the last of your self control, "The hot air balloon is gonna be okay even if you're not paying attention...right?"

"Yeah, it's run by a program. C’mon, who do you think I am, angel?"

That was all you needed before you started to unbuckle his pants and slip down yours. Although mostly clothed, you felt the breeze graze on your most sensitive areas, sending you goosebumps. His warm shaft was pressed against you as his hands traveled up your shirt to play with your nipples.

You asked, "You ever fucked outside before?"

Micah laughs at your question, his cock bouncing on your back with every giggle, "Funny question, considering my first time is you."

"I always forget that--"

He starts trailing down kisses on your back until he gets down on his knees.

You're surprised, "What are you--".

You don't get to finish asking before you feel a tongue around your hole, "How do you forget? I don't ever forget that I'm your first time. That only I know how to make you quiver and moan. That you only know how my dick feels and tastes like--and that that's all you'll ever know."

"Maybe I forget because I'm not a possessive psychopath like you."

He sticks his tongue inside you and starts eating you out, "Blah blah blah, I know for certain you'd crash out if you knew I was with someone else before you."

Your legs are quivering as you talk back to him in stutters, "W-what do you mean?"

"If you knew that I did something like this for someone else, you'd be fuming. Even if it wasn't even nearly as romantic." He sticks his finger into you.

You moan, "You're insane."

"Am I? So you'd be okay if I ate someone out in the backseat of my car before I met you?"

Suddenly your expression hardened, "Did you."

"Of course not. But look at you," he stood up to kiss your nape before sticking another finger inside and spreading you open. "all jealous over a hypothetical."

"Don't forget we started dating over hypotheticals."

He slid his dick inside you, "Hypothetically, you'd go batshit crazy insane if I wasn't yours or was someone else's before."

You were mostly moans and blabbers now, "You'd take it worse."

"Of course I would, it's taking me everything not to keep you in a little cage under my bed.” he paused, “You know nature versus nurture, right?”

“Mmm, yeah?” you practically moaned.

“Nature wise, I think I might be the most toxic boyfriend in existence. I need you to be mine. I'd do whatever it takes to have you. Anything you want me to." He tightened his grip on you then, before catching a whiff of you and letting out a light-hearted, "As long as I get to chat with you sometimes. I'd feed you, clean you, buy you whatever you want and more.”

“You already are doing that.”

“Hey, I guess I’m not lying then!" he smiled. "But just as long as you talk to me. Just as long as I get to be in your presence, I'm happy. That's all I need.”

“I’m starting to think that the only reason you don’t lock me in a little cage under your bed is because you know I’d get mad at you.”

“...well…it’d also make you unhappy and I wouldn’t ever want that.”

“You should show it more. Maybe I’d like for you to be a little toxic.”

He pauses, speaking desperately into your neck, “Don’t ask me that. Please. It already takes me so much effort to not to not be as clingy as I want to be. I wanna be inside you all the time. But I know you value your life, your job, your freedom. The only reason that I can be semi-normal around you is because I know if I let you go, you'll always come back to me. Call me cocky, but I don’t think any other man would be a better fit for you.” He starts fucking you then, slowly.

“Emotionally or physically?” You scoff.

“Both, dummy.” Without even sounding a bit out of breath, he continues, “Remember when I brought up nature versus nurture?”

“Mhmm,” you moaned. 

“You make me into a good man who cares and wants to please you. But I never thought that I would be this good to someone or like someone this much." He thrusted himself as deeply as possible into you, creating a squelching sound. 

"I-I'm sure I w-would be able to say som-fing back to you if your cock wasn’t so good–” In the state of bliss that you were in, there was nothing you wanted more than to be held by him, “Hug me..."

He hugged you tight, one hand on your chest and the other pushing your stomach against his cock. You tightened around him and came everywhere, leaving a splattered mess. The idea of your juices splattering on the ground from 1000 feet in the air excited you.

"You like the adrenaline, don't you?" Micah turns you around and picks you up, leaning your bottom on the handrail of the hot air balloon. You look down at the height drop, knowing one move could end your life.

“Did you figure this one out before or after I started dating you?”

“I figured it out from the way we met,” he holds your hips tighter, tilting you back. When you look out into the open, you see the tall office buildings you always drive past, the suburban houses laid out in circular patterns, the churches near the schools, the grocery store you both frequent together. It's nice seeing things from a different perspective. Especially, with your favorite cock pounding into you.

You must’ve been enchanted by the view as your head tilts back a bit too much, and before you can react, he pulls you in closer. Hugging your entire body and sliding you down against the webbed basket. He’s the deepest he’s ever been inside of you, cradling your head with one arm and neck with the other.

Although you knew you were supposed to be in fear for your safety, you just felt so overwhelmingly aroused by him. And it seemed like he was too, by the way that he kept getting bigger.

“Are you okay?” he asked, panting, more sexually aroused than worried.

To answer, you smirked at him and pulled him closer, kissing him. Slipping your tongue into his mouth. Running your tongue under his fang, “Does that answer your question?”

He gives you this coy glare, a sultry look in his eyes that conveys that he can't wait another moment to pound the snarkiness out of you. It’s enough to drive you crazy. “You’re such a brat.” He mutters, before continuing to pound you. You can feel that the balloon is still ascending as the high altitude overwhelms your body, making you feel light headed. As your lovemaking becomes more passionate, your communication with him relies more on sounds and actions than words and phrases. His cock growing bigger inside you, his expression of desperation and want, your hand hugging his neck.

Between the flame from the balloon, the wind in the air, and Micah mercilessly thrusting into you, you feel your senses being overtaken. Amidst all the noise, you hear him whimper out your name. You can’t help but to clench around him, hugging his cock with your hole. In response, he fills you up with a thick viscous warm substance. You don’t think anything of it, at first. But it keeps filling up more and more. As you feel your stomach expand, you think this might be the biggest load he’s given you yet, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to knock me up."

"And what's so wrong about that?" he asks as he feels his hand around for something. He grabs some tape.

You pant out, “What are you doing?”

He unravels the tape and rips a piece off with his teeth and tapes your hole shut, "So none of my juices slip out."

The sound of the engine stops, and you suddenly realize and feel how fast you're descending. You can’t even tell how far up you are with your view of only him, the air balloon, and the sky. You feel your stomach dropping. The feeling mixes with the pleasure you’re experiencing.

Just when you think that the both of you are done, but he pushes you down and positions himself on top of you. Sticking his cock inside your mouth. You taste yourself along with his sperm. He shoves so deeply, your tongue feels the soft skin of his balls when you stick it out. 

The hot air balloon releases some more flames and you’re more conscious of the heat this time, slowing your descent. Still, the feeling of the drop makes your stomach flip as his cum swooshes inside you.

"I wanna fill all your holes with my cum. I wanna paint you with my semen. I need you to be covered with me."

His thrusts get harder and deeper as he practically pulls his entire dick out of your mouth before shoving it back in. You feel his cock twitching and bubbling up. He's going to cum in your mouth. Your eyes well up from the pressure.

There’s not even an option to spit it out. His cum shoots into you, coating your throat, making a mess out of you. You can feel your mouth being filled to the brim, so much so that when he pulls out, thick strands of sticky residue drape from his tip to your tongue. You swallow that too.

"God, I could fuck you all day."

You drowsily nod, unable to think straight, your body a pleasure machine.

He chuckles at you, as your nod confirmed nothing for him other than the fact that you were out of it.

He looks around before hurriedly lifting you up and hugging you, cupping the back of your neck and making sure that it's stabilized correctly before the aircraft lands. It's a soft landing, but you still feel a little bump, like an old elevator. 

You smelled the morning dew and the fresh air from above, saw the birds clearer and heard them louder. You were in your backyard again. This time. The sun is up. The sky turned into a light blue before you knew it.

"We're home." He carries you into your shower, "I know you just woke up an hour ago, but something tells me you're gonna wanna take a morning nap, so let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

He peels the tape off your hole, letting his semen drip out of you. He looks dazed at the view, as he scoops some cum with his finger and sticks it back into your hole causing you to moan.

"It's kind of sad, seeing my hard work disappear like this."

You spread your legs out to him as much as you can, while standing and utter, "Then...don't let it disappear."

Micah looks at you blankly, surprised at the consent you've given him to ravish you more. He starts fingering you roughly using his cum as lube. He uses his fingers to press up against your stomach from inside your hole, just the way you like it. As he’s doing that, he’s licking the cum that dripped out of you, and working his way up to your privates. When he gets there, he starts sucking on you. The pleasure grows inside you, and you can’t help yourself from squirting everywhere. He catches as much as he can in his mouth, drinking everything that his tongue can lap up.

When you look down at him, you can tell that there’s this glint in his eye that wants more. It doesn’t take much for him to pick you up and toss you into bed. He plants your face into a pillow and positions your ass up. He fucks you until you're out of consciousness.

When you wake up, you feel a sense of fullness slowly overcoming your body from deep within. He's passed out with his dick still plugged inside of you, hugging you from behind while you're both on your sides. He must've come inside you a couple more times considering how bloated you feel. Even soft, he's still big enough to keep it all plugged in.

Even after all that, you still wanted more. So you pushed your ass back onto him and moved his hands to your chest and neck. It doesn't take him long to react and start thrusting into you again.

Groggily, you ask, "How many more times did you cum inside me after I passed out?"

"Pfft, one." he smirked, "Why? Was the load big?"

"No, it wasn't enough. Why else would I be asking for more?"

He bit into your shoulder teasingly, "I told you, fucking you was hard work."

"Fine then, let me ride you." You positioned yourself on top of him in cowgirl and he sat up, hugging you. You rode him with every ounce of energy you had, until finally your exhaustion got the best of you, falling sloppily on to his chest.

"Can't even last 5 minutes, huh?" he teased, before grabbing your ass and slamming it down onto him. The action made an indecent splat noise as his cum squirted out of you. He kept on repeating the motion until the both of you came.

As much as you two both wanted to have another nap, you were both coated in cum and sweat so you headed to the shower. After he turned the shower on, you swept his hair back ensuring that his bangs wouldn’t be in his eyes. When he smiled at you, with a sweet and wholesome expression that conveyed, ‘thanks!’ you couldn’t help but ask, "So...uhh…the cage thing?"

Micah looks taken aback for a quick second before smirking, "I’ll remember to pick up a pink cage the next time I go out."

“With a matching collar to go with it?”

“Obviously.”