oh no.... toji........ proposing........ he's so nervous that his hands are shaking........ his face is all red....... and he keeps stumbling over his words.................. and while he thinks he's fucking it all up.......... you've literally never felt more in love.........
You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.
simon riley being your one night stand after particularly drunk night at the pub, when despite strong drinks you had to have something more stronger than just alcohol, and that ended up being a cock of complete stranger in dark mask and with monstrous complexion.
stranger whose name you mewled in gasping and choking calls of — “si! s-sim.. nngh, simon!„ with your body manhandled in mating press, exposing your glossy and dripping cunt to his hungrily dark gaze, looking at the way your hungry and hot hole swallowed his meaty cock down to the hilt, coil tight in your stomach.
simon did a very good job at leaving you without any thoughts or words, tongue heavy in your mouth and body lax while jolting on the sheets, each sharp thrust of his hips leaving you gasping in his shoulder and clawing at his back with bleeding, thin scratches.
he'd wake you up in the morning, body still buzzing on fading pleasure and your cunt aching, throbbing, making your eyes flutter open groggily with soft gasp escaping your swollen, bitten lips, turning on your back with your hands grasping the sheets and raising them up hastily.
simon is there, right between your supple and sticky thighs, lapping sloppily at your puffy folds and slick slit, light stubble rubbing at tender flesh as he gazes up at you, eyes crinkling softer than at night, his calloused palms enveloping your thighs as he hums, talking right into your pulsing pussy — “good morning, luv„
friends with benefits simon turns into friends with drawbacks in weeks when he becomes attached and you should've known better than to lust after the big man who didn't even remove his mask all the way to eat you out the first time yall had sex but it's too late anyway because now the consequence is calling your phone in the dead of night so you can let him in. (on a weekday! like sir respectfully go to hell)
he's dropping you off and picking you up from work daily.
he sends you a text asking you if you need any help at the grocery store. (how does he know???)
the one time you tried to end things because of a potential boyfriend/girlfriend coming along, they ghost (haha) you within a day and simon somehow knows about it.
mumbles "they're not good enough f'r ya anyway, pet," before hooking your legs over his shoulders and making you forget everything but his name.
you never told him about them.
when he used to come over and leave you a sloppy, sticky mess has now become him staying the night, you waking to the rich smell of coffee in the morning. it's you getting up to brush your teeth and seeing his toothbrush next to yours. it's sometimes seeing the toilet lid up (you tried to chew him out over it but ended up with his tongue in your mouth and his hand down your bottoms)
and now he's dragging you to some seedy joint to meet up with his work buddies, thick arm snug around your waist, finger hooked into a belt loop. (and if they all look at you like a hungry man does steak well....)
"that's a good girl." his voice was like honey that dripped down onto your soul. your focus was phasing in and out, your mouth felt dry and there was a steady thumping in your head. he was seated up against the headboard, his strong hands on your hips as he moved you up and down his cock like you weighed nothing. like you were his own personal fleshlight. he was just so much bigger than you, stronger and scarier. most would flinch at the sight of him, but not you. instead you reached behind yourself for some leverage as he pounded into you. he added, "i love how ya feel on me. how this tight cunt takes me so well." his hot breath in your ear. you could feel his mark brush up against your neck. he still had that mask on, same with his gloves. simon just loved the sounds of your sex that filled your shared bedroom. it felt like home to him, the safest place he can bully that pussy of yours until your eyes rolled back into your head. you were his toy, his savory little fuck toy. "you like when daddy fucks you, don't you." his pace was gaining speed, "you like when i fill ya up nice and good. because you know, you're mine. my girl." his voice was a low growl as he continue to batter your cunt. words were lost in your throat as he fucked the sense outta you.
simon's words melted off his tongue and left you feeling out of your body. they were harsh and dirty, but they made you hotter. it made the slick between your legs grow and the cotton in your head feel heavier. he fucked you like you weighed nothing. he held your arms behind your back and fucked up into you. he used you as leverage to spear his cock deeper into you. the noises you made were small and pathetic, he had fucked the voice out of you earlier when he finished down your throat. your head throbbed and your pussy ached. the need of him, you craved him in ways that were concerning to most. it was a deep primal urge to let him use you like this in the bedroom. to use his strength and size to mold you to his whims. your heart stuttered when he got tired of reverse cowgirl and folded you over onto your hands and knees. with your face buried into the sheets, he had a better angle to abuse your pussy. "ya like that, love. ya like how i just use that sweet fuckin' cunt of yours?" his accent grew thicker as sex clouded his brain. you whined in response and gripped onto the covers under you. your body felt so heated and your brain felt abuzz. you moaned pathetically and let him use you. his voice was sharp in your ear, you could feel the mask against your ear, "my girl, my fuckin' girl lets me fuck her with the mask on." you felt your eyes roll back a little as you felt the first of many orgasms be pulled from your daddy. as you made a weak noise as you came, simon said lowly in your ear once more.
warnings: afab reader, fem petnames, unprotected sex, piv sex, light choking, Simon calls the reader "little" because he is fuckin huge, simon is running his mouth, possible implied ghostsoap, reader isn't prepped enough
words: 1.0k
a/n: this is... i have no idea what the formatting is. it is what it is. most of this came from the shit i sent @glossysoap in her dm's today. also there are a couple of words that i purposefully had to not do australian so y'all would understand wtf i was saying lmao
not edited, thoughts left my brain and were typed. not my best work by far...
Sometimes when Simon was home, it was fun to poke the bear (though he thoroughly disagreed). It wasn't to be a brat, or to piss him off, just satiating some boredom and trying to get him to pull that cute little expression where his brows are pinched but he's trying not to smile.
You'd spent most of your Saturday pestering him: throwing balled up paper, poking him in the side, licking his arms when he was stood too close, just small annoying things. The final straw was when you pretended to be on the phone with a friend.
"Yeah no I'm not busy, just at my friend's place." That caught his attention. He stalks over to the sofa with a low growl, grabbing your phone off you and tossing it on to the other seat. Before you had time to react more than sitting up, suppressing a giggle, Simon had grabbed your ankles, dragging you to the edge of the sofa before he had you thrown over your shoulder, carting you off to the bedroom while groping at your ass and thighs.
He drops you onto the bed, quickly pinning you to the comforter.
"A friend couldn't fuck you like I do." The words were growled against your jaw, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.
Simon's hands quickly push under you shirt, making you shiver as his large hand glides across your stomach and breast.
"Gonna fuck that silly thought out ya head, love." Simon nipped at the skin of your throat before leaning back, staring darkly down at you. "Can't 'ave people thinkin' you're single, might try steal you away from me."
Pulling your shirt quickly over your head, Simon flipped you onto your stomach, unhooking your bra before running his blunt fingers down your spine.
"Simon." You whined out his name, shivering and pushing your ass back against his hips.
"Beggin' for your friend's cock, love? Desperate little thing." He tsk's at you, pulling your pants and underwear down over the swell of your ass in a quick motion. You helped him remove them completely, kicking them off and tossing them off the side of the bed with a kick, your bra following suit.
Behind you, Simon had pulled off his shirt and pants, rubbing his bulge through his boxers at the sight of you so hastily stripping. You dropped back down, presenting your ass to him while Simon nudges your thighs apart, settling himself between them.
He places a hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you down, forcing your chest to drop down to the mattress. You give a short exhale at the pressure, but the sound quickly turns to a breathed moan as Simon pushes two fingers into your cunt.
There is a pinch and a burn, but it quickly gives way as his fingers find that spongy spot just inside your hole and teases it. The precision and speed Simon works his fingers inside of you has you quickly whining and moaning, pleading with him to fuck you properly.
"Moaning like a whore for your friend? Begging your friend to full you up?" You blubber an apology at his words, the emphasis on the word friend, but Simon ignores you, instead working as quickly as possible to get you to come on his fingers.
You feel the coil tighten, the pressure building before you whine into the comforter, hips pushing back against his hand to try and take his fingers deeper.
Slowing his fingers, Simon helps you ride out your orgasm, leaning down to nip at the top of your ass with a smirk.
While you catch your breath, you hear a wet sound behind you, and shift to look over your shoulder, watching Simon as he sucks his fingers.
When he finally sinks his cock into you, Simon keeps talking, running his mouth while his keeps harshly meet yours.
"Clenching around a friend's cock, huh?" You whine, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts while Simon grabs at your ass cheeks to pull you back.
One arm snakes around your hips, hand resting on your mons and fingers rubbing at your clit, his other reaches up to your chest, grabbing at your jaw to have your back meet his chest, letting him mutter his filth directly into your burning ear.
"Maybe 've taken too long to put a ring on your finger, is that it? Haven't asked to make you m' wife so you're actin' up? Can fix tha', but first gotta remind you who you belong to." Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, panting as Simon's cock ruts against your cervix. The idea of marrying you seems to make it even harder for him to stop talking. “Gonna make an honest man outta me? be my pretty wife?" Simon grunts as your nails dig in to his forearm resting between your breasts. "Hell, can’t wait to fuck you as your husband. Mrs Riley, eh? Could cum just thinkin’ about you in a pretty white dress.”
You choke out a moan, clenching hard around Simon's cock at the thought of being his wife, but he nips at the side of your throat before tsk-ing.
“But ‘m just a friend, hm?” and you sob because not only does he emphasise friend with a cruel bite to your jaw, but his fingers move away from your clit. You whine, tears welling in your eyes as his pace slows too.
“‘f you let your friends fuck you like this I might have to keep you home.” as he groans into your ear and you shudder on his cock. “maybe should invite johnny ‘round, he’s a friend yeah? know he wants to feel your tight cunt, and if you let your friends bruise your cervix, he’s volunteering." Your head falls back against his shoulder as Simon picks up the pace again, a gasped moan pulled from your chest.
"Oh? I felt that, love. Wan' Johnny to fuck you?" Simon chuckles, the sound almost cruel. "Bet you'd make all sorts of pretty sounds split open on his cock." Simon lets go of your throat, letting you fall forward again, hips pushing back against his as his fingers return to your clit and his now free hand to grip your hip. "Talk 'bout tha' later. Gotta fuck y' good 'nd proper first. Be a good boyfriend, yeah."
bonus (because i'm price's whore): “hmm maybe let captain ‘ave a go. stretch you out all pretty on his cock. ‘s what friends do innit, love? yeah like the sound of that? sure john’ll take good care of your cunt”
König loves to stretch out your little pussy. He'll spend hours between your thighs prior to pushing himself inside your hole for the first time, working your pretty cunt open with his tongue and two thick and calloused fingers. He rolls the tip of his warm tongue back and forth against your clit, watching as you begin to wiggle and lift off of the mattress as you arch your back, whimpering quietly through the pleasure.
He'll use different sex toys on your pulsing holes to work you open, to roughen you up and get you familiar with the sensation of being stuffed full, even if you can barely string a coherent sentence together through delirium. Occasionally, König will stretch you out with different dildos, each toy varying in sizes, some thicker while others are lengthier. It's an addictive sight. Put yourself in König's shoes, how can he not obsess over the beautiful sight of your swollen cunny spread out? He records himself when he finally takes you after weeks of preparation. You're slick, drooling, and unable to stop the pleased moans that slip from your soft lips.
“Deep breaths, Mauschen. You’re doing so well, keep going, do it for me.” König's encouragement and the burning stretch between your legs leaves you dizzy and fucked-out stupid, your vision spotty and your pussy becoming wetter as König continues to grind into you, a grin curling the sides of his lips. I mean, how can you focus on his motivation and praise when he's slowly and gently rocking his strong hips back and forth while you slowly ease yourself down onto his girthy length? He's thick, girthy, and fat. His balls are firm and full of his creamy, hot release that he plans to plug your aroused cunt with. “So verdammt eng...” [So fucking tight...]
He keeps his phone at an angle where he can record the way you attempt to fit his entire length into the tightness of your smooth walls. Each vein dragging against your gummy cunt leaves you shaking like a leaf as you weakly bounce on his weeping dick, sobbing into his chest while easing into him for comfort, babbling out incoherently at the pleasurable stretch and thrill rushing through your bones.
“Take me, take every inch, just like I taught you to.”
olderboyfriend!keegan waged a war on your makeup routine after he no longer saw the treasured mascara stains and foundation transfer on his pillowcases after sex. he relished in the sight of your sloppy makeup remains on his linens, a reminder that he’d fucked you good and well.
balls slapping your clit with each piston of his hips, tip kissing your womb as your sobbed into the pillows beneath you. he’s grunting sinful words into your ear, whole torso craned over your frame to trap you beneath him. his chest to your back, and you can feel his heart pounding with each intoxicating thrust. “takin’ it so good for me, baby” Keegan moans, arm hooking around your throat as he readjusts to a more upright position. it forces your back to arch, new angle causing his cock to brush against that spongey spot that has you creaming. his eyes fall on the pillow case, but he’s met with nothing. no semblance of your fucked out expression in the form of black tear-stripes or complexion-colored smears. without a word he drops you, face falling into the pillows and shoved down further by his hand. “Keegan wh-“ your words trickle out into a series of whines and gasps as your love increases the tenacity of his thrusts. he’s fucking your meanly, eyes focused on your pretty, tear-stained face while his brain mulls over why there’s no cute signs of your struggle to take his meaty cock. “guess i just gotta fuck you harder, baby” he bites, cock twitching at the way your walls suck him in again and again.
when you’re all fucked out and he’s filled your cunt with cum, he’s still focused on the pillowcases. he’s not exactly angry, but he’s certainly not pleased with this new development. “Keegan, what’s up?” your floaty voice pulls his gaze back to you, and he scoffs a little at how confused you look as if you you’re not the one who applied the damned makeup. “there’s no makeup on my pillow, you brat” he huffs almost amusingly, and you hum at him. “yeah, it’s transfer proof. save your nice clean sheets,” your hands cup his cheeks and your peck his lips sweetly. suddenly he feels all his made-up annoyance melt away into your touch. what a softie. he pouts at you, keening into you more as you slide closer to him. “i like it, though. wanna see how good i fucked you,” he whines and you coo at him before giggling a little. “If you want me to ruin your pillows and sheets Keegs, i suppose i can lay off the fixing spray and powder,” you obliged him, and he grins like a kid in a candy store.
