ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . simon riley x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰ mdni `` 18+ content ꒱ ۪ ݁ 848 words
。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . riding. he's a little condescending. language.
“ride me like you mean it, luvie,” simon grunts from beneath you, his words somewhat muffled from the cigarette dangling between his lips. one of his hands planted on your hip, a guiding yet firm gesture. your tits pressed up in front of his face, mouth sometimes pressing a biting kiss to the heated skin.
“‘m trying,” you huff at him, continuing the up and down movements. your thighs tremble under your weight, aches shooting through you, not letting up. your right hand tight on the back of his neck, the other on his bicep. the powerful muscles flexing under your grip like the peacock he is. “you’re too big.”
“nah, you just don’t wanna do all the work,” he states bluntly; he’s getting a kick out of watching you struggle. it’s not like he’s not aware of how big he is, but he knows you can take him—that you can take that burning stretch. this is what you do, always so eager for his cock when he’s doing the work, but when it’s time for you to step up to the plate? suddenly it’s all: “‘s too big,” or “si, can’t take anymore.” it would bother another, but simon loves it—you being difficult makes something ignite deep in his core.
“not true!" you protest weakly, not bothering to defend yourself because it is true. your thighs feel like giving out under you, hips rolling in a pathetic attempt for stimulation. one glance at simon’s amused face tells you he isn’t gonna make this easy on you, no matter how much you beg. he wants you to do the work, to show him you can take control of your pleasure. yet you still offer a sweet “please” to see if it’ll work.
“if you can take doggy like a pro, then you can fuck yourself on my cock, beautiful.” his head tilting to catch a better view of your scrunched-up face. his hand on your hip pinches lightly, urging you to speed up. you take the silent hint and pick up the pace, switching from slow grinds to up and down. you’re moving quicker now, but still refusing to sink down entirely on his length—not even halfway. “quit bein’ stubborn, you know how to take cock.”
your grumblings and whines fall on deaf ears; you realize you aren’t gonna get what you want until you do it his way. so you do, settling down entirely on his dick—ass flush with his thighs. he lets out a rough grunt, eyes slipping closed as he takes in your slick walls swallowing around him. “atta girl,” he praised, a quick pat to your ass letting you know he’s satisfied.
when simon’s eyes open again, they drag over every satisfied feature on your face. your mouth opened in the shape of a little ‘o’ and eyes glassy from unshed tears. the stretch burns deliciously, your arousal pooling at the base of his cock. he jerks his hips up roughly when you slow again, burying himself deeper. “keep goin’, you’re so close.”
you do, your movements relaying your desperation to cum. simon’s finally helping you, the cigarette burning forgotten in the tray as both hands aid your bouncing. he prevents you from stopping or slowing, determined to stop you from messing up his release again. he continues rutting up into you, the tip of his cock never missing the sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
“i’m close, si,” you moan out, nails leaving half crescents into the nape of his neck. you’re relentlessly bouncing on his cock, your moans and the sound of skin colliding fill the air. he’s not much better; breath hitching anytime he jerks up into you against his will. you can feel his fingers clench, like he’s resisting the urge to flip you on your back and fuck you properly. his patience running thin—the tightness in his jaw and the slight shifts under you giving it away. yet he still lets you continue, waiting to see if you can get off yourself.
“c’mon, you can do it,” he says gruffly, his gaze lidded as they rake over your tits moving in front of his face. the praise sending heat blossoming through your gut, walls clamping down on his cock. he’s taking over before you can process it, fucking up into you with vigor.
your cunt clings to him tighter as you near that edge, he shifts a hand to rub tight circles on your neglected clit. a cry rips through your chest as the stimulation tears your release right out of you, vision blurring as he helps you ride out the peak. your pussy milking him sends him spiralling, his thick length pulsing in you as he dumps warm ropes of cum into you.
you’ve gone slack against him, chests pressed together as the both of you take ragged breaths. he smooths a rough hand over your back, trying to help ground the both of you. “fuckin’ difficult,” he murmurs roughly, but it’s hard to miss the undeniable hint of affection in each word. “we’ll work on it.”
