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𓊆ྀི ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ . . . 6.6k. black fem!reader ◞ lowercase intended ◞ cnc ! ◞ popstar!reader + stalker!ghost, rough sex ◞ sub / dom dynamic ◞ readers just subby ◞ unprotected ◞ role play ◞ mask kink obvi ◞ size kink ◞ praise ◞ oral ꒰ f + m. ꒱ ◞ shibari ◞ manhandling ◞ dryhumping ◞ pet name usage ꒰ petal , sweetheart , doll ꒱ ◞ daddy kink ◞ choking + excessive spanking ◞ overstimulation ◞ check ins + aftercare ! . minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3 𓊇ྀི
꒰ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ꒱ . . . listened to creep by radiohead while writing this so uhh, yeah. actually not super proud abt how this went but i needed it out! so, here’s some visuals for theme . <3 ‘n here’s the smut linkies > > ( ❤︎. ❤︎ ❤︎ )
it’s strange.
a glove covered hand wrapped around your throat, soon after gripping bruises into your inner thigh to keep them shoved apart. audible, rough breaths from a heavy man pushing his weight down onto you — never would you have expected your night to go this way.
you’d had your fair share of stalker stories, sure. it came with the job of being a cherished pop-star. the obsession of strangers curating parasocial relationships with people they think they fully knew. the letters, the gifts, the showing up to hotels and airports before the news could get the scoop. bombarding you with personal questions, the judging how you lived your life, and jealousy towards those whom you kept within your inner circle — or who you shared a bed with. this level of worship became senile. which is why you deserved a break.
“she’s eating boys!”
the volume of jennifer’s body surrounds your bedroom where you sat pretty at your vanity preparing for bedtime. pink, frilly panties adorned your lower halve with a short matching aeropostale top. finishing your skincare while occasionally watching the movie on your pink hp laptop that sits on your king sized bed, you yawn tiredly while spreading the jelly eye patches over your dark circles.
i think it's beautiful how life gives you infinite chances to experience better. just when you think you'll never find better, you walk right into better and your heart softens again.
Big brother!simon doesn’t mind the thought of having a baby with you.
cw: 18+ mdni, heavy fauxcest (big brother!Simon), breeding k!nk.
Actually, he’s imagined it since the first time the cockhead of his aching red cock touched your fat glistening pussy lips through the 1.0 condom preventing him from really feeling the ridges of your gummy walls. He’s thought about how pretty you’d look with heavy tits and his baby floating around in your womb. The idea of your belly being wider than the palm of his hand, the way your skin would glow because of how good he’d take care of you while you’re pregnant.
Thought about how pretty you’d look with his cum leaking onto the damn mattress glob for glob, clammy skin and brown eyes gazed over. Curls every which way, your walls still clamping down around him begging for more— not that he hasn’t done it now.
But he hasn’t really bred you. Hasn’t forced your legs above his shoulders and pounded into you till his legs are shaking, balls pressed flat against your juicy asscheeks while he fills your cervix to the brim. Squeezed your thighs while he wraps your tongue around yours, your skin clap, clap, clapping against each other everytime he bottoms out. Kept you in bed, yout legs too damn wobbly to even limp out of bed. Fucked each other into delerioum till he knows that period will get missed the next time it comes around. Till your Pearl is used and abused and your crying so he fucking you on your side, slow, kneading your breasts that’ll be full of milk one day for your kid. Licking your earlobe and sucking it as his top massages yout sweet spot so lovingly- so damn rudely you’re letting out mewls and only know the word ‘Simon, Simon, Simon’—
“Simon!” You nudge him with your elbow, you scuff out a laugh, “Not even listening to me, are you?” You’re too pretty, too sexy just holding your cousins baby in your arms, looking at him to see how he’s reacting to the adorable bundle of joy in your arms. “They said he’d be walking soon, he was just born! Isn’t that crazy Si?”
Simon lets his eyes wander down your face, the hills of your breasts, to your hips in the skit yout wearing, then to the baby who’s chewing at his fist, looking up at the both of you like a cabbage patch doll. Not a care in the world. Too good for this world.
“Just thought, you’d have a really cute baby swee’art.” He leans back on the couch, hand going around the back of your neck and caressing your nape with his thumb.
You roll your eyes, attention back to the baby you were holding, bouncing him on your knee and cooing, “I want a really chunky baby like you, gorgeous! Yes I do! Yes I do!”
Yeah and Simon would give it do you.
Anyone who saw that longing, the greed, low eyed look Simon had in his blue eyes could see that.
Even the guy your cousin tried to set you up with, could see that.
a/n: couldnt go a full 72 hours without writing some type of fauxcest. This was supposed to be a one liner at that.
𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⁺⑅ pervyprofessor Simon Ghost Riley! (dubious con )
warnings: +18 dubious con!, smut, obvi meanie simon, teacher/student relationship, they get nasty in the classroom, oral (reader receives), doggy, power imbalance
was it you—or was professor riley always staring at you?
he’s shameless with it too, taking any and every opportunity to rake his pale irises over your frame.
your fingers gripped the plastic edge of your seat uncomfortably as you stared down at the midterm test you’re currently taking. you bit your bottom lip in unease, this test was hard. but his staring was only adding additional discomfort.
when you glance up at him, he’s sitting on the edge of his large wooden desk.
the tip of his pink tongue swiping across his lip slowly as he stares at you. you shiver in your seat from his gesture.
how is no one else seeing this?
the more you look at him, he shifted his weight from one leg to another. his gaze flickering from your face to the swell of your breasts outlined by your top.
his hand moving to adjust his bulge nonchalantly.
your eyes flicker down to your paper instantly as you moved to grip your pencil. this situation is growing more distracting by the week. and his advances are only worsening. you struggled to recall which formula you were meant to use to solve this equation.
and just as you start to write down some of the formula so you can finish this test—you feel a presence over your shoulder. glancing at your work.
you could smell the scent of clean laundry as he hovered over your shoulder closely.
“make sure to use the pythagorean theorem, baby” he whispers into your ear.
a large hand massaging your shoulder for a second before pulling away. ‘baby?’ you repeated in your head while watching him walk back to his desk. he doesn’t even pretend to care about the other students work. just brushing past every desk like you’re the only student in the room.
taking his unsolicited, but very needed, advice you work on the problems while the clock ticks away on the wall.
you make an effort not to look up again in fear that you’ll catch him staring like he always is. other students begin to get up and put their completed tests on his desk before returning to their seats quietly.
you keep working and revising your equations until you’re at least somewhat satisfied.
you blow a low breath of relief from your pursued lips as you can feel you’re anxiety easing off. you sit calmly before glancing around the room, noticing that your classmates have been getting up to give professor riley their tests.
taking an uneasy breath, you stand and grab your paper. dodging other testers as you walk to him.
“all done?” he asks in an even tone.
you nod, keeping your gaze low as you wait for him to take the paper from you. you can hear his huff of disapproval? disappointment? as he snatches the paper from your hand.
“i’ll take a look at it”.
you turn and walk back to your seat slowly. looking over your shoulder at him briefly to notice him still holding your paper, but his eyes focused on your ass as you walk away.
your face tightening in shyness as you hurry to sit back down. professor riley flips your paper over to look at the work you did on the back. you were feeling pretty confident about your work. it definitely isn’t perfect, but you knew, that you at least scored over an 80%.
you watch as his facial expression flattens again as he holds your paper in hand still.
“alrigh’, yer all free to go”
he says unenthusiastically as he watches everyone get up from their seats. small chatter littering the room as everyone grabs their belongings and slowly walk out.
you follow the crowd as you try to hurriedly make your escape from the room.
“[+], come over ere’ baby” professor riley beckons you like a lover.
freezing in your steps you look around the room, as the other students just keep on chatting to one another. it’s like no one else heard that but you. finally, you glance at him as you stand behind your desk in anticipation.
flexing two fingers, he gestures for you to come to him.
“i don’ bite” he jeers as you walk over to him.
you two are the only ones left in the classroom at this point. all of the other students being long gone to their next class or leaving campus. you hadn’t made any friends yet either, so you knew that no one was going to be waiting up for you.
holding your paper in hand, he just stares at you.
“mmh” he hums in approval at you.
“yes sir, what is it?” you say calmly while clasping your hands together in front of you.
he stands up straight as he takes a long—condescending —breath. as if it just pains him endlessly to utter the next words he will speak.
“ere’s tha’ thing baby, test’s no good” he grumbles as he watches your face.
his eyes searching your face for the reaction he is oh so desperate for. you couldn’t contain your confusion as you tilt your head and look at him. “what do you mean?” you ask with a hint of attitude. you were struggling to compute what’s going on, was he suggesting that only your work is unsatisfactory?
“means tha’ you failed, [+]” he says nonchalantly as if that information even makes any sense.
“w-w-what—“ you stutter as you blink. “you didn’t even grade the papers yet! how can you say i failed?”.
professor riley only shrugs as he places the test down on his desk and looks to you again. his tatted arm resting on the desk calmly. “don’ need to grade it” he says with a small yawn, clearly having no interest in clarifying this for you.
your palms grow sweaty at the sound of that.
was he sabotaging your grades?
“professor, you can’t-“ you begin before one of his calloused palms brush against your waist. not venturing too low, just hovering over your waist softly as he looks down at you.
“-actually i can, and call me simon” he interrupts calmly as his eyes watch your facial expressions. gauging your reaction with precision. a skill he picked up in his old days in the field. apparently, a cat’s gotten your tongue all of a sudden. at a lost for words, you just stand still, clenching your palms softly to steady yourself.
“…simon, please” you say softly.
professor riley looks at you with faux symphony as he settles down on the edge of his desk like he usually does. manspreading as he crosses his arms over his wide chest. the buttons on his button-up straining from his biceps flexing,
“tsk tsk—what a problem, eh?” he says lowly.
your eyes squint in displeasure from his teasing. after all, this was an issue he’s creating. before you speak again, his hand slides down from your waist to the fat of your ass. squeezing it softly while watching your face.
“professor!” you squeak at the feeling.
a small grin stretches across his face as he squeezes your ass again. “go an’ lock tha door, baby. bet we can work somethin’ out where everyone leaves happy”.
he slaps your ass as you turn to go and lock the classroom door.
your heart is racing away in your chest as you spin the lock on the large wooden door. there’s no turning back now as you close the curtain on the door’s window that shows the hallway. when you turn back around, you see him watching you intensely with want.
“know ow’ long i’ve been waitin’ to get a taste of you?”
he chuckles lowly and shakes his head at the thought. you stand frozen, a few steps away from him as he starts to undo the buttons on his black dress shirt. when it’s open, you can see his bare chest. revealing some tattoos on his shoulder that connect to the ones on his arm.
the most enrapturing part being the scars.
a plethora of scars dance across his skin. jagged and messy ones that indicate the kind of life he’s lived.
“was a lieutenant”, he answers before you can ask.
he pats his thigh gently, letting you know to come over to him. taking a deep breath you walk over to him with your heartbeat pattering away in your ears.
sitting shirtless on his desk, his hand wraps around your throat when you reach him. tugging you to stand between his thick legs.
you breath hitching in your chest when you feel him lightly squeeze it. “m’ gonna eat your pussy, baby”.
rising from his spot on the desk, he switches places with you and turns you around. pressing his hand to the back of your neck and making your hands flail out to brace yourself on the desk. he lets out a grunt as he looks down at your ass again.
“look at this fuckin’ body” he mutters to himself.
slotting his hips against your ass before grinding his hips against you. “simon!” you squeak as you feel him pressing down on your neck.
making you lie flat on his desk and on top of the test papers he just collected.
you could feel his thick bulge on your ass as he continued rolling his hips. his hands dipping underneath the waist of your pants to tug them down. letting them drop to the floor as he looks down at you laying on his desk.
“been dreamin’ of this” he admits as he curls a finger beneath your panties. tugging so hard that he tears them clean off your body.
you gasp in surprise when you hear the tear.
“but-“ you start up before getting silenced immediately by him slapping your ass. “quiet” he demands in that strict teacher voice he often speaks in. you bite your tongue as he moves to him knees, letting himself get face to face with your puffy and wet clit.
he whistles at the view,
“cunny so wet f’me”, taking one of his large hands to slap your clit. you tense immediately at the motion, your legs shifting to close automatically. professor riley tsks annoyed before shoving your thighs apart again.
“stop tha’ shit” he curses as he spreads your ass with his hands.
his nose tickling your hole as he slips his hot tongue against your pussy.
“ah!” you moan instantly at the feeling. his tongue slipping against your wetness as he slurps up the juices in between your lips. he keeps your ass spread with his hands as he moves his head up to lick at your hole there. making your hands grip his desk tightly.
he teases you with his tongue in the area. making your back arch up in response to the feeling. “s-simon fuck” you whine which makes him smile.
a heavy hand landing on your ass before he goes to make out with your clit again. placing his mouth around your little nub and slurping. the desk getting covered in your wetness as you just lie there and take it.
“shoo- fucking good” you moan thoughtlessly as you get your pussy eaten.
“love having my tongue on this nasty little cunt” he says mockingly as he pumps his tongue inside of your hole. you go cross eyed at the feeling of it. being reduced to nothing more then a moaning mess.
“tha’s it” he encourages before resuming his ministrations. you start to shift your hips back, trying to make his tongue go deeper when he starts to hold your hips down to stop you. his wet pink lips glimmering under the classroom lights as he stands up.
you look back, over your shoulder at him as he smirks. “yer gonna cum on my cock”, he says flatly.
his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt. you keep watching him, as you listen to the jingle of his belt. he grasps at his bulge again, releasing a groan before tugging his pants down. you stare at his cock with desire. tilting your head to get a better view of his raspberry red tip.
“so hard fer you, it hurts” he sighs before moving the head of his cock to your pussy.
rubbing the tip against your warm hole, making him hiss. he slips the tip in, slowly rocking his hips in until he gets further inside of you. you swear you feel the soft push of his head against something in your lower belly.
your eyes tearing up at the feeling,
“takin’ it like a champ”
he encourages while pressing a hand on the back of your head to keep you arched. you clench on him deliciously as the feeling of your professor inside of you is addictive. the base of his cock growing a ring of your mixed juices.
your face smooshed against his cool desk as you gasp, “simon! it’s so big” you moan.
his hands slip to your hips as he starts yanking you back on his cock. making you take it to the base and then back to the tip repeatedly.
“lovin this shit, eh?”
he’s completely satisfied in this moment. overall, just pleased with his plan going well to get you in this position. you are his favorite student after all—his favorite girl.
the class filled with the sound of wet,
plap! plap! plap!
your walls pulsing around him nastily as you get closer. he knew you were gettin close, the rough pads of his fingers slipping beneath your belly to your clit. rubbing firm circles on the slick area, and making your screech.
“tha’s it—cum on my cock and i’ll give ya an A+”
𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⁺⑅ meanhusbandSimon Ghost Riley!
warnings: +18 meaniesimon!, teasing, reader gets shy, they get nasty to celebrate him coming home from deployment, smut
simon has you on your back.
Your legs are pressed up to your shoulders in a mean mating press. he’s on his knees between your thighs. the moonlight illuminates both of you on the fluffy rug on the floor through the living room window.
you didn’t even make it to the bedroom.
the second he came home and opened the front door, his heavy gaze landed on you. you were lying on the couch, watching trash tv like you do every evening when he’s out at work.
he slipped off his shoes, dropped his duffle and took some steps towards you on the couch.
which landed you both here.
“fuckin ell’ baby, this pussy’s so fuckin pretty” he praised as he taps the strawberry red tip of his cock against your glistening clit.
you were already so wet just from his touches. and he was sickeningly hard, he was breathing heavy just from feeling your wetness stick to him.
“look at us kissin’ baby”
you leaned your neck up a bit to see him rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit in circular motions. clearly taking pleasure in this as a string of his pre cum connected you two each time he taps against you.
“mmh- fuck, so wet for you” you gush shyly looking at how nasty you two were being.
“been waiting all day for this pussy. hardly could wait to get ere” he grumbles as he stares at your pussy in awe. almost as if he couldn’t believe he was really here. your pussy was truly a dream come true to him, and he wanted nothing more than to savor this moment.
you relax into the soft rug as you look up at him. he looks so blissed out and he didn’t even slide in yet.
his normally blank face contorted in an expression of desire as he rubs his tip on your clit repeatedly. letting it mess with the bundle of nerves there before dragging it lower between your pussy lips and letting it catch on your clenching hole. 
“i think m’ mad at ya” he huffs.
easing the head in softly and then pulling back out again. you squeal softly at the brief intrusion. looking at his face as he breathes lowly through his mouth.
“why si?” you ask.
“kept this away from me. should’ve known i would lose my mind without this while on deployment” he groans as if the memories pain him.
“got into some squabbles with the lads, been on edge lately, aven’t been myself… cause’ i been needing this” simon admits lowly while slipping the head in completely this time. sinking lower and lower until he’s half way in and your quivering on the floor trying to steady yourself.
he pulls all the way out again, and goes back to “kissin” your clit with the head of his dick.
you groan miserably at him at from this. his scarred face only twisting into a mischievous smirk from your reaction. “see ow it feels? doesn’t feel good does it sweetheart?” he says flatly as he holds his painfully hard cock.
“m’sorry si” you say softly while batting your lashes. knowing exactly which tone to use to have your way with him. it works every time.
he looks at your faux innocent expression. half of him knows it’s a ploy to get your way, but the other half just doesn’t care and wants to give in to your every whim. and like always, he succumbs to his better nature when it comes to you.
“it’s ok baby—know you didn’t mean to” he lets out a relaxing sigh as he lets the head catch on your warm hole again.
“you’re gonna make it up to me right?” he tilts his head as he looks at you with a blank face, although his eyes are lighted with a cheeky glint.
“…how?” you ask as your heartbeats pick up.
simon leans down over you now, one hand bracing over your shoulder as he uses the other to pull your leg over his shoulder. your lower lip jutting out in a pout instantly as you can tell what kind of night it’s gonna be.
his shoulder shake in a small chuckle, “don’t pout now baby. thought you said you wanted to make me feel better?” he says patronizingly.
he doesn’t wait for an answer as he goes ahead to slip his cock in you. you both gasping in relief as he moves his hips until his balls hit your ass. he leans down over you, his hand gripping the rug over your head as he starts to slowly thrust in you.
his nostrils flaring as he works up to a good pace.
the living room filled with the sounds of your activities. wet squelching noises from him plowing into you and loud—
plap! plap! plap!
noises from your skin slapping constantly. “ah! si!” you moan as you hold his shoulder. enjoying the motions as you relax into this situation. the rug beneath you two growing a wet spot from your juices splashing around.
“what baby? wan’ some kisses?” he looks down at your lips. hinting to you that he wants to kiss you too.
you nod at the idea immediately, knowing that his kisses always take you to a giddy head space. simon just smirks and leans down, going belly to belly with you and forcing your leg back more. you lean up for kisses, but he pulls his mouth away just far enough that you can’t reach him with his weight on you.
“wha-“ you begin when he slowly pulls out.
you watch as he goes to tap the head of his cock on your clit on again, “softest lips i ever felt baby” he smirks looking at your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
it was going to be a long night ahead.
𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⁺⑅ pervyjanitor Simon Ghost Riley! (dubious con )
warnings: +18 dubious con, finger fun, they get nasty in a supply closet, smut, reader receives oral
simon who's the janitor at the public library you frequent. always keeping his head down and focusing on the task at hand. whether it be mopping, sweeping, cleaning desks, or rearranging chairs, he never interacted with any of the library goers—until you.
"hi! can i get a library card, please?" you spoke ever so sweetly to the older librarian at the front desk.
simon's eyes glanced over at you as he heard your voice, you're new. this library has only a few customers who frequently stop in. students, elderly, or just those stopping in to find a specific book. but you—
you were gorgeous. his heavy gaze raking over your frame appreciatively. even pausing his mopping as he just turned to glance at your back.
"thank you so much" you exclaimed sweetly as you waited on your new library card to be made. you were feeling something strange—heavy—weighing on your back. making the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. thoughtlessly, you turn around to see what it is causing this feeling.
then you locked eyes with him, his blonde lashes focused on you with a blank face, almost as if he didnt think you’d notice him at all.
you were stuck for a moment, not yet being ready to turn away as you both stared at eachother. simon could feel his heart racing away in his chest, a feeling uncommon in his typically bleak and melancholy life. his scarred hands gripping the mop just a bit tighter as he stared shamelessly.
"hey" you say softly to him as he went on perusing your frame. his eyes drifting from your frame to your hips.
briefly, the tip of his pink tongue bared as he licked his bottom lip in arousal. you two staring at eachother wordlessly as simon decided he had to have you.
the old librarian grabbing your attention as she placed your new library card on the desk. "here you are, enjoy". she spoke nicely, oblivious to the silent exchange that just occured between you and the janitor.
you thanked her, turning back around to look for him. but he was gone.
walking over to a small couch in the back of the library, you placed your things down before walking off to explore some of the shelves. the library was empty, giving you ample opportunity to check out of the shelves. you walked over to the mystery area, glancing at some of the books on the shelf.
simon watched as you grabbed a book, standing two rows behind you as he glanced through the shelves. he could feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.
his eyes practically glazing over in lust when he saw you bend over to reach for a book on one of the low shelves. he had to lure you in, wanted to be close to you. he thought quickly as he chose to knock a book off of its shelf.
thud!
you turned around instantly after hearing the loud sound. "what-" you mumbled in confusion as you noticed that there is no one in any of the rows behind you.
pursuing the noise you walked with your newfound book in hand as you headed two rows behind you where you heard the book fall. kneeling over, you snatch the book off the ground. wondering how it could just fall randomly.
suddenly,
a hand slips over your mouth, making your eyes widen fearfully as you feel yourself being tugged backward against a firm chest. you wiggle resistively to no avail as the person just drags you backward and into a supply closet of sorts?
you could smell the sweet scent of cleaning supplies instantly upon entry. the dark closet does nothing to calm your nerves as you strain your eyes to see who dragged you in here. you hear a click, a buzzing yellow light bulb hanging above you and your perpetrator in the small room.
it was him, the janitor. you open up your mouth to confront him but he stops you just by slapping his warm palm over your mouth again.
"here's how its gonna be, yer gonna listen t'me. y'hear me?". his gravelly voice coming out roughly like he doesnt speak that much. his firm tone making it clear that you didn't have any other choices here. your mind travelling to the only other person in this building, which is the old lady at the front desk.
"why're you doi-" you mumbled behind his palm as he just stared down at you. his eyes raking over your form again.
"aven't seen a girl like you in a long time. not letting you go until i've had my fill" he answers your unfinished question before tugging the bottom of his mask up to kiss you. his soft pink lips landing on yours as you melted into the kiss. placing one of his large hands on your hips to pull you against his chest.
"look at tha', not even puttiin up a fight. must've been wishing for this t'appen" he chuckled lowly after pulling away from the kiss.
you pressing a hand against his chest as you look up at his heated gaze. simon wastes no time as he goes to pull on the bottom of your top, tugging it up and over your head before you can even think. you let him, as you adjust to the situation.
wasting no time, he tugs on your leggings, tugging them down and off each leg like he was on a timer.
“fucking hell, look at you”
simon’s pupils dilating in complete pleasure at the site of you in just your underwear. reaching a hand down to the front of his black janitor cargos to adjust his hard on.
“fuck, please let me touch you” he eyebrows furrow as he stares at you intently.
his eyes struggling to focus as he visually devours you.
“…yes” you acquiesce,
growing wetter by the second as you stand before him. simon cracked a smile as he unzipped the janitorial jumpsuit he was wearing. the keys and rags attached shaking as he got out of the outfit.
it was your turn to appreciate him as you looked him up and down. you couldn’t even contain your blush at the site. sure, he was scarred. healed slashes, bruises covered by ink, and marks that looked possibly older then you—but he was hot.
“c’mere” pulling your arm gently as he tugged you closer to him.
running a rough palm against your cheek as he leaned down for yet another nasty kiss. his hot tongue slipping into your mouth as he dominated the kiss. his hand slipping down to your throat as he somehow backed you up against the cool closet wall.
“ve’ been waitin so long for a girl like you” he mumbled into the kiss.
you kiss back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. his free hand slipping down to the front of your panties. excitedly slipping the whole hand in, to touch your wet clit.
you both gasped at the feeling.
“yer gonna make me lose my mind” he grunted as he feels how wet you are from this situation. he swirls two fingers around on your clit softly while looking in your eyes.
leaning your head back against the wall, your eyes flutter close in bliss. the rough pads of his fingers coaxing you to an orgasm rapidly.
“yea that’s it, girl. just feel me” simon rocked his fingers consistently. his mouth lowering to kiss and nibble on your lip and neck as you moaned.
your hands gripping his shoulders as you squeaked in pleasure. “fuckin love how this pussy feels, maybe i should taste hm?” he teases as he rubs you.
using a finger to slip inside of you now as he watches your body’s reactions.
you were choking on your own breath a bit as you felt him quicken the pace. “mmh fuck” you squealed as he kept going. taking a hand to slap your clit now.
“not stopping til’ this pussy cums for me, ya hearin me?” he states calmly while bending to his knees to lean in and kiss your little pearl. his lips glistening with your juices as he looks up at you with a glint in his gaze.
that was it, you wouldn’t last any longer.
your stomach tightening and toes curling as your little pussy clenched repeatedly on his finger. simon licking and sucking on your clit as you came.
making you place a hand on his head to try and slow him down. the pushes only making him chuckle.
knock! knock!
you both freeze at you two knocking noises on the closet door. simon not moving from his spot on his knees, with you standing above him with a leg on his shoulder.
“simon dear, can you take that sweet girl on a date instead of screwing her in the supply closet?”. you two hear the older librarian who helped you at the front desk on the other side of the door.
“yes ma’am” simon grunted from his knees.
um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle
do not even try to talk to me if you aren’t ready to simp
In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.
Not even against yourself.
At all.
Ain’t nothing really yours fr you just here to experience it enjoy it then let it go when it’s time
once you realize that you waiting on nothing it's easier to let go
Ain’t nothing really yours fr you just here to experience it enjoy it then let it go when it’s time
Personally, i really wanna enjoy my life next year
um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle