Simon Riley vs no nut november
He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes hearing something as stupid as that.
"it's an event for virgins to feel better about themselves." He grunted out as he made his morning tea, his thick, muscled back facing you, flexing with every movement.
"maybe you just wouldn't last, scared to put your pride and ego on the line."
That irritated him, flaring up his competitive streak. You could see the way his jaw clenched, molars grinding together. Simon didn't like to be challenged, and he certainly didn't like it when someone said he wasn't capable of something, especially his pretty girl.
"ya' saying I can't?"
"nope..."
"we'll see then, hmm?"
And just like that, the bets were on. Day one began, and you were already rubbing up on him, trying your best to sabotage the competition with soft touches and inviting words. You made it hard for him, wearing one of his shirts, pressing your chest against his back as he stood at the counter.
"does your cock hurt? I could hold it in my hand if you wanted..." You offer, already feeling over his big, bulky body, down his tensed abs and to the hem of his sweatpants. You only got a grunt as a reply, and a light smack on your hand when you tried to palm his heavy, twitching cock through the thin fabric.
Simon would never admit it, but he was aching. He wanted to squeeze the fat of your hips and pull you back on his aching cock, push his ugly mug into your soft tits and split you open so deliciously on his cock. But unfortunately, proving you wrong came first on his priority list.
By day two Simon was irritated and grouchy. His dick ached, his balls ached, all he wanted was to sink into your warm, wet cunt and spurt his hot, thick cum deep inside.
You were pulling out all the plays in the book, showering with the door open, touching yourself so he could hear every lewd squelch when your fingers slide into your wet heat, something that he could have if he just relinquished his pride. The final straw was when you bent over in front of him, claiming that you were "just looking for something I dropped".
That's how you ended up with your face smushed into the pillows and your body trembling from overstimulation. He was everywhere, overwhelming your poor senses, heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass, rutting into your from behind.
Your prayed the apartment walls were thick enough that the neighbours couldn't head the loud squelches and schlicking sounds coming from your greedy cunt and the even louder whines and moans coming from you. It was just so hard to keep your mouth shut when Simon was rolling his strong hips into yours like that, the fat, drooling tip leaking right against your cervix.
"don't run from this, yeah?" Simon tried to sound cocky, but his voice was lying, he sounded ruined, fucked-out and needy. "you just had to tease me all fuckin' day. Tryin' to push it, huh?"
Before you know it, a heavy hand lands on the back of your head, pushing your face back down into the pillows, muffling your moans, your body jostling and sweat-slicked beneath all his heat and muscle. You couldn't even nod along to his words, to get him going again and tease him for folding so fast because your poor pussy was getting fucked dumb, twitching around him, overwhelming by the pace, the familiar pressure in your tummy building, how Simon was grinding against the gooey bundle of nerves on your warm, welcoming walls.
"fuck your stupid fuckin' november" He grumbled under his breath, mostly to himself and his bruised ego. "i'm gonna cum inside you, i'll do it every day if I feel like it too."
A small whine escaped in response, your pussy betraying you, giving Simon a squeeze, trying to milk his cock and pull him back in.
"you like that, huh? you want my cum?" Simon groaned, deep and low, gritting his teeth with a wolfish grin. He swears under his breath, veins practically popping in his neck as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but the way your cunt was sucking him back in had his eyes squeezing shut, and then he was emptying himself inside you.
Thick, deep ropes of cum flooded your poor pussy, mushroom shaped tip probing against your spongy depths, shallow thrusts and hard rolls of his hips following soon after, working his sperm into you. You weren't much better unfortunately, his pretty, soft girl, usually looking so divine, now a quivering mess, lying limply underneath him while a sticky mess formed on the sheets.
"no nut november, what a stupid thing." he grunt roughly, already dragging you closer by your hips. "more like let see how much you can take this november."
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a/n: ...hey... sorry for disappearing for like 4 weeks lol. this is not proofread :(













