more older!reader and Simon
It was a local bar you patronized. You only first laid eyes on Simon because he wouldn't. stop. staring. at you. Felt like someone was burning holes in the back of your head, he was staring so hard, and when you finally confronted him about it, asked him why he was staring so hard and so fucking much, (after steeling yourself because the man has a very... penetrating stare, pun intended), all he did was stare a little some more and take a swig of his pint before answering matter-of-factly,
"... 'm wonderin' if you taste as good as you look, sweetheart."
You weren't expecting that. Made your cheeks hot. You're self-conscious now more than you were about a decade or so ago, but Simon doesn't give a fuck. He likes what he sees, tells you so in so many words, and now the ball's in your court. If you so much as even think about letting it go, he's gonna strike. Keep your guard up, luv.
And that's what eventually happens.
Up until that night, you'd gotten used to Simon's gaze on you. Didn't bother you with small talk, just stared when he and his crew were there. Sometimes, you ignored it, and on other occasions, you met him with a stare of your own, but even you had to admit after some time that it was... kinda intoxicating to be hit with the Come-Fuck-Me stare.
So yeah, you half-heartedly resisted until you didn't, until one night you found yourself in Simon's bedroom, sitting on his face, big calloused hands grabbing and squeezing your ass, and you're riding his tongue with everything you got. Bastard didn't stop even when you were overstimulated to hell and back, and he absolutely would not allow you to touch his dick. In fact, you didn't even see it in all its glory, not until he sent you a picture the next day while you were at home, so spent, still reeling from the night, and god, the cum you saw...
He doesn't fuck you, no matter how much you beg, bitch, or whine, he doesn't fuck you. He worships you, though. Thinks you're a fuckin' masterpiece. Fingers, lips, tongue, all over your body, eating your cunt like a man starved, making you ride his face, covering you in hickeys, hell, even letting you ride his thigh, kiss, and leave hickeys of your own, but not his cock. Never his cock.
Not until you get home, until you see yet another picture, hard and covered in cum, and you're so fuckin' frustrated and aroused and fuck you, Simon. Fuck. You.
And therein lies the problem.
It's one night where your frustration gets the better of you, when you bitch and moan and whine and beg to see his dick, to see it, suck it, ride it, for him to fuck you, to justโwhy?
Simon smirks, smirks and makes you sit there as he takes his pants off, as you see it for the first time, see him, in all his primal glory.
And he makes you watch as he strokes himself, makes you watch as he cumsโright there, luv, right where he wants youโand you moan in aroused desperation. Oh, god...
"... 'Cause 'm makin' you want me, baby."