simon riley, who acts on his urge to fuck you constantly, no matter what he was doing.
cw: mask play, breeding kink (i think), choking, degrading kink, praise kink, multiple orgasms.
simon riley was always craving to fuck you deep into the mattress, to fill you up with his cum until the sheets below you two were soaked through. it didn't matter what time of day it was— whether he was deep in a mission with tf141, or if he was just reading a book, the thought was heavy on his mind.
when he bursted through the door, thick hands desperately tugging on his belt, you knew you were in for it. you hadn't missed the way his eyes darkened when they landed on you as you stood in the kitchen with just a tank top and his old boxers on— or the large tent in his straight blue jeans.
within seconds the brute was on you, not even taking off the skull-patterned balaclava before he was pounding into you. but he knew you enjoyed it. sometimes you even asked him to put it on before anything started.
strong hands bruised into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulled you back onto his thick cock that was splitting you open— soaked walls of your pussy clenching around him like a damn vice grip. his pupils, surrounded by beautiful brown irises, were blown wide as he fucked you absolutely dumb. the sight of his cum coating the backs of your reddened thighs had him moaning loud curses that blur in your ears.
"fuck, si-simon! s'too much, baby, please—" all you could do was blabber out almost incoherent words, arm lazily extending backwards to stop him. as if that was going to work. simon quickly grabbed your dainty wrist in his large hand, pinning it to the small of your back— the motion angry and rough.
"fuckin' take it," the words came out in a breathless gruff as his free hand came forward, wrapping around your throat and squeeing lightly. "take m' go'damn dick like the slut ya are." the words did wonders to you— eyes rolling back as you came for about the fourth time. who was keeping track?
he continued with his mean and ungentle pace, hand slipping from your throat to under you to feel your stomach bulge each time he pushed all the way in. his flushed and overly sensitive tip brushed your cervix which allowed him to feel every ridge and squeeze deep inside your canal.
the obscene sound of wet skin clapping filled the otherwise silent room and it was like music to simon's ears. he wasn't sure whether to watch your plump ass ripple each time it hit against his hips or watch the way your cum mixed with his on his cock each time he pulled out. the thought of your insides being painted white with his seed made his mind go blank.
"gon' fill you up again swee'heart," the large man growled in your ear from above you and all you could do was whine— eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts somehow got harder. but you don't stop him, he knows you'll let him again and again until you're pregnant with six sets of twins. "you gon' be a good girl and take it f'me?"
"yes si," a little whimper left your mouth and that was all he needed.
simon came again with his mouth wide open, muffled moans coming from behind the balaclava. you gathered enough strength to crack you eyes open, wanting to see him cum. boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. his head was tipped back and the only form of facial expression you could see was his screwed eyebrows— brown eyes squeezed closed tightly. the sight of the balaclava snug on his face made your pussy clench with need again.
his hand let go of their harsh grip on your wrist, instead moving to knead into your ass cheeks. curses and groans continue to spill as he comes down from his high— eyes now open and watching his white cum drip from your clenching hole.
"such a good girl f'me," simon praised gently, the palms of his hands spreading your ass to get a better view. "such a pre'ty mess we made m'love."
"kiss me," you murmured as he helped you turn over— roughness gone from him and replaced with the gentle man you knew and loved. his balaclava was quickly pulled off his head which revealed his rough face and messy blonde hair. your lips locked in a messy kiss, a content sigh leaving your lips.
thank god you were on the pill.
author's note: short lil fic for my first one! kinda nervous.....
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