|before you start to read! this story is 18+ MDNI! and also i wanna say that english is not my native language! sorry for grammar mistakes etc, thank you and enjoy.
-song: bathroom by Montell Fish.
It was all Gaz's fault, if he hadn't provoked you by challenging you to a shot contest you'd probably still be sober, but at least you'd have won.
But when Simon approached you at the bar where you were sitting with the others, you snorted. The two of you hardly ever got along, always fighting over little or big things, even though you were not on the same team, you often found yourselves together, either for training or because Captain Price knew your captain well.
"Mm, am I mistaken or are you taller than usual? princess." you didn't dignify him with a look, you didn't feel like arguing or even ruining anyone's night, so you stood there sipping your drink, your elbows resting on the bar.
Simon was watching you, almost eating you alive with his eyes, but you didn't take much notice, after half a bottle of fruity vodka and a few drinks here and there, your mind wasn't that capable of understanding everything around you.
Maybe it was the way you were dressed - Simon was too used to seeing you in the usual military uniform and your hair tied back - but tonight.
You were wearing a black corset with little red roses over lace straps, a miniskirt that covered just enough and those heels for Christ's sake you were killing him dressed like this.
Your hair down and that dark somewhat heavy makeup looked great on you, your lips dyed a crimson red.
you sip your drink before lighting a cigarette and bringing it to your own lips taking a small puff "do you smoke now?" he asks tapping his fingers on the wood of the bar counter, you sigh and finally give him a look "only on certain occasions." you reply cordially before offering him one of your cigarettes which he doesn't think twice about accepting.
"thank you little one," and even though you couldn't stand him, you couldn't suppress the smirk that formed on your lips, you usually couldn't stand it when he spoke to you that way, yet tonight, maybe because of the alcohol you found Simon more likable than usual.
Take another drag from your cigarette, and Simon couldn't help but stare at those delicious red lips. Simon always thought you were a beautiful girl, no one would have denied but tonight? tonight there was something more in your eyes that intrigued him to stay close to you.
you pull your phone out of your purse checking to see if anyone had texted you and Simon kept thinking maybe there was already someone in your life, he clenches his fists biting his lower lip before speaking "has the princess found her prince?" he joked but you shake your head laughing "Absolutely not, you must be kidding," you say before taking another sip of your drink.
"Oh, so you were alone." Simon mumbled to himself, even he didn't know what was wrong with him, he usually couldn't be around you for more than two minutes before he started arguing, when Gaz got your attention back by making you turn around, Simon's eyes landed on the back of your thighs, you were fucking perfect, despite the bone-crushing training the military put you through every day you managed to maintain your femininity and that triggered something in Simon.
Your gaze turns to Simon and you notice that there is something different about his behavior, but you don't want to pay attention to it, not now, you don't want to make him the center of your attention and your discontent, not today, so when Gaz asks you to dance with him in a friendly way, you accept by going out on the dance floor with him.
Simon didn't want to make you the center of his attention either, so while you were dancing and moving that gorgeous butt that he couldn't stand until yesterday, he decided to drink a shot contest against Soap, what could go wrong?
The minutes tick by and when Simon manages to win, he's already giggling half-drunk, "I told you you didn't stand a chance against me, Johnny." Soap snorts now defeated.
The two stared at the now almost empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, damn, tomorrow is going to be a really hard day after this drink, but nobody cared because they weren't working tomorrow.
His eyes land on you again and he stares at you as he has all night, you are tired of his strange behavior, so as soon as you finish dancing with Gaz you rush up to Simon and pull him by the collar of his shirt into a dark corner of the disco.
"Can you explain what the hell has gotten into you?" Simon asks, raising his voice, although your hand brushing his neck was not so bad.
"You're staring at me," you point out to him while nervously lighting a cigarette, fortunately the club for some strange reason allows smoking in the entire club.
"So what?" asks Simon apologetically, you get angry, he never acted like that, he was never interested in you, why now?
"So stop it, it bothers me," you tell him while you nervously smoke the cigarette.
"It's not like you're the Monnalisa y/n, stop playing hard to get." Simon snorts and rolls his eyes in annoyance, but in reality you were just like the Monnalisa, right out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful, but above all only to be looked at, not touched.
And when you give him that nervous look, like you can't stand him, like you just want him to go away, his jeans suddenly tighten and his heartbeat speeds up, fuck, why you have this effect on him every time?
"Will you stop being an asshole all the time!!!? It's okay that you don't like me, but tonight you don't even have to be near me, so why are you being like this, why do you have to be so damn attached to me?" you ask him nervously.
At this point, when he doesn't answer, you don't even know what to say anymore, but you come closer with an angry look and the blood boils in your veins and then your breath stops and the cigarette that was between your fingers falls to the ground as his hand grabs your ass and squeezes it while with his other free hand he grabs your neck and kiss you, His lips are soft and full, they taste of whiskey, at first you don't return the kiss, too many thoughts were going through your head at that moment, but then you pull him closer and kissed him back.
When you pull away to get some air, he looks at you, his hands caressing your neck, "Shut the fuck up, you give me a headache," he murmurs between your lips before tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb.
"You're an asshole," you insult him before pulling out of his grip, your cheeks flush and your legs are weak, why did this kiss make you feel so many sensations, you don't know and you don't want to know, you take a step back but he grabs you again, "Don't run away from me doll." he murmurs in your ear.
Fuck you were colleagues, it would be messy if anyone found out, but there was a part of you that wanted this, that wanted it all.
You look at him, still dazed from the kiss, his hands slipping under your miniskirt once more.
"Fuck, you look beautiful tonight," he mumbles, licking his lips in anticipation, and you feel too weak to even respond. If only to say something. Your hands rest on his pecs.
He looks at you hungrily, hungry to taste you like a Christmas cake, but before he can say a word you slap him, taking full advantage of his cheek.
"Fuck Princess, that hurts," he mumbles but he looks more excited than before, you grab his collar and kiss him harder than before, at this point you didn't care anymore.
You always thought Simon was a sexy man if it wasn't for his damn tongue and his asshole attitude.
"You want to play rough, huh? let's play rough," he says before grabbing you and slamming you against the wall of the disco, completely ignoring who was around you.
His hands slide over your thighs before grabbing them and giving light slap, your lips are on his neck sucking and biting him.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, "my little princess," he murmurs in your ear with a small grin on his face.
"Fuck— ya’ feel so good," you moan at his touches as one of his hands under your mini skirt strokes your intimacy with two fingers. "so wet for me—" he asks you and it was shamefully true, damn true.
"Let me take care of ya’, wanna make you tremble for the pleasure," he says before dragging you to the bathroom and locking the door.
But he is surprised when you push him to sit on the toilet seat and sat on top of him, thighs at the sides of his hips, hands slide over your thighs before grabbing them and giving it a light slap, your lips are on his neck sucking and biting him.
His big calloused hands lift your soft mini skirt and he gives you a slap on the ass worthy of a good bruise, you moan into his mouth and press your breasts against his pecs.
"Fuck princess, look what you are doing to me," he murmurs against your neck before grabbing your hand and bringing it to the crotch of his pants, your legs going soft as you feel his throbbing hardness against the palm of your hand.
"I have to make you think that I hate you because if I lose control at the base..." he trailed off as you slipped a hand under his t-shirt making him catch his breath, you could feel him start to play with your panties.
You weren't sure of anything, but you were sure that if anyone could do this to you, it was Simon. The excitement grew as the two of you devoured each other's lips and you moaned into his mouth.
"So needy you are," he said as he felt you grinding even harder against him.
"I need you," it had been too long since anyone had touched you, it was true that you preferred to be alone, but not anymore at least not now.
"Sweet fucking thing ya’ are, ask nicely," he murmured in your ear.
"Please, please, I want to feel you inside me," you moaned, you were shamefully wet for him, for a colleague of yours, but what the fuck came over you? But you didn't care.
"Good girl—" he said smirking before you kissed him again, biting his lower lip desperately. He makes you stand before he drops to his knees, the sight of him like this was too overwhelming, Simon fucking Ghost Riley on his knees for you.
His breath tickles the skin of your thighs before he leaves a bite, you smell so fucking good. He grabbed your red panties and ripped them off, you gasped as you felt his hot mouth close to your needy cunt.
Your back against the wall, Simon's hand grabbed your thigh, bringing it to one of his shoulders, "fuck- you are so perfect y/n..." he murmured as he began to eat you.
His tongue on your petals, the first lick is to tease you a little,Your hands slid over his head at that moment, you wished you could see his face but you knew he would refuse, after all this was nothing serious.
His tongue sank into you, making you moan as you held on to him as he ate you alive. "You taste so damn good, sweetheart," he moaned as he keep eating that cunt of yours, you were honeyed yet sour, a mixture that made his head spin.
Your breathing became harder and harder as you almost cried with pleasure, and when you finally came on his tongue, he had to hold you as your legs were too weak to even stand without struggling.
"Fucking hell—" he murmured as he rose to his feet, "such a pretty cunt you have, so sweet..." he whispered into your ears, he couldn't wait any longer, he needed you now.
The orgasm he had given you was not enough, you needed to feel him "please" you begged him one more time, one of his hands stopped on your neck and kissed your cheek while he unbuckled his belt with the other.
"You must be very quite, don't make me mad, understood?" he murmured against your lips, you slipped a hand into the elastic of his underwear and wrap your hands on his cock, and with your thumb tease his head, he moaned in anticipation.
Your hand where soft and so damn gentle comprare to his one “fuck—“ he moaned as he pressed his dick against the palm of your hand, you kissed his cheek and start to move your hand slowly and in a teasingly way.
He sunk his face in your neck as he moan gripping your waist.
He can’t wait any longer.
you pull down his pants and his boxer just enough to expose his dick as you tease his shaft once more by brush your thumb on his head once more, he was going insane biting on your neck as his breaths get irregular and heavier, with just some touches.
Fuck only you could do this to him, no one else.
He grab the back of your tights alf lift you up, making your legs rest on his hips, you where trapped between the wall and him.
“shit!” he said madly as he tease you whit the head of his cock by rubbing it on your entrance “what..?” you moaned, you just want him inside of you.
“don’t have any condom with me” he said breathless still stroking himself on you “it’s okay” you blurted without hesitation “i’m on pill, i’m clean Simon, just fuck me please.” you said as the tension was getting painful.
he didn’t let you say it twice as he push himself in you, you could feel your walls stretching around him, you moaned as it was painfully good.
“so tight-“ he moaned biting your neck as he started to trust in you making your eyes roll back in your skull.
He holds you as he keep pump into you with deep trust that makes you almost drooling on his neck “Oh fuck Simon—“ you moaned breathless.
“so good, taking me so well in the bathroom of a club” he said with a devil smirk feeling your walls squeezing him making him moan in pleasure in your ears as his bing hands hold you and squeeze you at the same time.
you kiss him, sloppy kisses as his thrust became more faster, your lipstick melting on his lips, your nails scratching his back.
You wanna see him so bad but you can’t, you just ripped off his shirt making the little buttons fell on the ground as you look at his perfect body with war scars.
“such a little slut ya’are, ya’ cunt suck me back in on each thrust” he said making you almost ashamed for how wet and needy you were for him. You moaned feeling the second orgasm “good girl, come for me yeah?” he said biting your neck and thrust deeper in your and faster.
your legs start to shake as you try to contain your moans, and you came on him as your wet and warm liquid drips on his shaft until his balls, you look at him with heart shaped eyes.
“ be a good boy for me and came inside of me” you said on his lips, caressing his neck licking his earlobe, fuck he really can’t resist you, another deep thrust and he came in you, filling you up, he was breathless as this were one of his best orgasm ever.
“Fuck y/n” he said trying to realize what they just did in damn bathroom of a night club this was so wrong, but it felt so right.
he pull out of her and let her get on her feet’s once again as she start to grab a tissue to wipe away his seed that was dripping off her, fuck he need to contain himself before he will get hard once again.
he clean himself quick and then helps you “here, wait” he said as he grab a tissue and soak it with some water, getting on his knees and clean you up.
you blushed, no one did this to you after sex.
“thank you” you murmur breathless and sweaty he finish to helps you and then he gave you a kiss on your forehead.
“you always remain unbearable. Unbearably sexy.” he says before kiss you.
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