Synopsis- After waking up to Simon and Kyle's insatiable need for you, you and the boys agree to go camping. When Simon takes you shopping, though, you're faced with how possessive you've turned out to be.
Tags- Fat!reader, Southern!reader, somnophilia, light choking, Dom!Simon, thigh fucking, teenagers being mean, "You're mine.", sucking dick while he drives, this is mostly a Simon chapter, sucking dick on the side of the road, lots of porn in this I'm fucking horny.
Notes- Exactly what the tags say. Idk what has taken over me, but you're getting porn and fluff because of it.
Your body was sizzling, frayed, and wild like a cut electrical cord snapping and bouncing around a room. It was dark, your mind too slow to comprehend what was happening. All you knew was that you were between your boys, and they were ravenous.
Faintly, you could feel the slickness of your body; sweat and other fluids coating your skin, but most importantly, between your thighs.
You were slow to wake, your brain still thick and syrupy with sleep, but now you could hear. Slow squelches that sound in time with the thrum of your blood, deep growls of appreciation, panting.
“They weren’t lyin’, lovie,” The voice behind you says. Simon. His voice was right behind you, his warm breath fanning across your neck where he smothered the skin there with sloppy kisses. “Your pretty little cunt feels amazin’. Gonna fill you up.”
It was then, with his words, that you finally felt the bruising grip he had on your hips and the slide of his cock as he stretched your pussy out.
“So good f’me, even asleep.”
“Nah, Si. I think she’s wakin’ up.” Pants Kyle, who was buried against your front, his words muffled by the nipple in his mouth. The more you wake up, the more you can feel your senses coming back to you one by one, the closer your orgasm looms. Kyle’s fingers were intertwined with Simon’s atop your hip, the two of them thrusting in time with each other. Kyle’s sweet cock wasn’t anywhere in you, though, much to your dismay, but between the plushness of your thighs. The thought of Kyle using your softness to get off, and the mess it’ll make on Simon, had you moaning in pleasure.
“There’s our sweet girl, ready to join the party?” Simon growls, the arm that was under you coming up to slither between your tits and clasp around your throat.
You finally open your eyes, and Kyle’s pretty, pleasure-stricken face greets you with a long, languid kiss. Surprised, you were still unresponsive, save for the shaking of your limbs.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Kyle murmurs against your lips. “Couldn’t help it. You were whining for us in your sleep. We had to help you.” The way he said it made it sound like he was far from sorry, but you couldn’t care less.
“Feels too good.” You gasp, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You were closer to coming than you thought when a well-timed, hard thrust from Simon had you straightening out and moaning around your orgasm.
“Tha’sit.” Simon slurred, his pace not even stuttering once as he continued to pound into you. “My pretty birds, doin’ so good f’me.”
Kyle groaned at his words, the younger man’s hands wandering around you to grip Simon’s ridiculously huge bicep. The two men continued to use your body, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you.
The man in front of you broke first, Kyle’s cock twitching between your thighs as he shot ropes of cum all over Simon. You could feel the warmth coat the backs of your thighs and ass as Simon fucks the cum into you.
Kyle stayed still, kissing you and whispering to you as you shook and cried from overstimulation. It was sweet, if you weren’t keenly focused on the brutal pace Simon had set as his cockhead bruised your cervix with every thrust.
“You’re perfect, darling. Jus’ a little bit longer, you’re doing so good.”
When Simon finally stills, his hips flush with your ass as his cock twitches and jumps inside of you. Thankful for the birth control coursing through your body, you relish in the feeling of being pumped full of cum.
Soon, it’d be real, and it’d take; leaving you swollen with a child that’ll soften these already sweet men.
As Simon groans into your neck, his teeth clamped gently against your skin, you’re pulled forward so that you are lying on your back instead of your side. Kyle was knocking your legs apart within seconds, his flushed face delving between your thighs and slurping up the mess that was leaking out of you.
Whining and overstimulated, you try to push him away, your hips jerking violently from the stimulation, but Simon was quick to pin you down. He kisses you gently, his sweet words clinging to your sweaty skin.
When Kyle finally lets up, he is crawling up your body and smothering your lips with his. You gasp and moan with the warmth of Simon’s cum being spit into your mouth. It was salty and tangy, the taste of you and him, and maybe even Kyle, too. He kisses the cum deeper into your mouth, sharing the taste as he tangles his tongue with yours.
Strung out, melting into the floor with a pleased grin, stretching your face was all you could do in response to their doting. They clean you up, shower you with kisses, and blissed out grins of their own as they help you stand.
“Are you hungry, love?” Simon asks once Kyle helps you sit at the table. Your legs were jelly, and you could tell walking would be difficult for the next few hours if the ache already setting in was to go by.
You pretend to mull it over, looking at the two standing before you with such a warm feeling that you actually forget you were supposed to respond for a while. You just stare at them, admiring the mirth etched into their faces as they look down at you.
If this were your life in England, then nothing would stop you from taking it. Even if they’ll be absent most of the time, it’ll be blasphemous not to chase the love they’re offering you. And from the way they talked last night, you won't be left alone for long.
Kyle chuckles, nudging your shoulder with his hip. “You in there?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” You say, suddenly breathless. “I’m just happy.”
He leans down and kisses the top of your head, his arm coming down to wrap around your shoulder and hug you to him. “That’s all we want, sweetheart.”
“So,” Simon was smiling softly at the two of you. It wasn’t the blinding grin Kyle sported, or the wicked smirk Johnny always gave you, or even the reserved, cheek-plumping smile that John always wore. It was a smile of his own, a simple curl of his lips. The emotion wasn’t written on his mouth, but within his eyes. “What are you feelin’?”
Simon and Kyle flitter around the kitchen, mixing batter, cracking eggs, and frying bacon. They have the same air of companionship that Simon had with John the night before, and you get yet another glimpse of the partnership between your boys.
As Simon keeps an eye on the pancakes, Kyle comes up behind him and plants a chaste kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t help the grin spread across your cheeks at the display. It was hard to believe that you were invited in on this private cocoon of love, but you sat there grateful and soaked it all in.
Before them, you were overworked, insecure, and sad. Your mother took a toll on you, Jason used you, and the only people that you could call family were two women who’d do anything for you. You weren’t ungrateful for Jannine and Diana by any means, but there was a difference between their love and the love the boys gave you.
“Enjoyin’ the show, dove?” You jolt in your seat, startled out of your appreciation by John’s sudden appearance in the chair next to you.
With a quick look into the living room, you could see Johnny still snoring in the nest of blankets. “We were supposed to bring ya’ll breakfast in bed.” You say cheekily, not at all bothered by the interruption of your plans.
“Another time, love,” John graciously takes the cup of steaming tea that Kyle hands him, taking a sip before finishing his sentence. “I’m glad to see you so at home with us.”
John shrugs. “Just didn’t think our summer would turn out like this. We’ve been waitin’ a long time for you, dove. And now that we have you, it’ll be hard to get rid of us.”
It was odd to see such melancholy on John’s face when you were so used to the beautiful grin he always wore. You get up, careful of the soreness between your legs, and settle into his lap. There was no hesitation when he wrapped his arms around you, one hand finding home on your hip while the other rubbed circles on your back. “I don’t need the summer to decide, I just need the summer to say goodbye.”
Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, all John does is stare at you. It wasn’t John who responded as you expected, but Simon, who was now behind you. “You’re comin’ with us?”
“I thought it was obvious?” You giggle, your body warm and pliant, fuzzy with a type of happiness you’ve only dreamed about. “Last night wasn’t some role-play. I’m not cruel.”
“That you’re not, dove.” John finally says as he tucks you under his chin and buries his nose in your hair. “Far from it.”
You stay in John’s lap through the entirety of breakfast. Johnny was eventually woken up by soft nudges and even softer kisses from Kyle as Simon set the table. It was yet another perfect morning, despite the disruption from your mother. With your boys around, you feel like nothing will ever happen to you. You’re safe, you’re loved, and you’re cared for. With your boys by your side, you could do anything.
“What do you want to do today, dove?” John says as his wide, warm palm rubs up and down your thighs, not in a teasing way, but in a way that makes you think that touching you comes naturally to him. Like you’re a magnet, drawing him into your orbit.
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you inhale his woodsy, musky scent. “I need to get out of this house. As amazing as lazy Sundays are, I’m not used to staying inside for so long.”
“What if we go campin’?” Johnny chimes in around a mouthful of food. “There a campin' spot around?”
You think about it: the fresh air, the stars, good food, and even better company. And you knew just the spot.
“We’ll have to borrow some things, but we’ll be set. Everyone up for that?” You look at them, all cozy and comfortable in your home, and don’t think they’ll ever say no to you. You try to not let that revelation go to your head.
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As much as you didn’t want to be in the public eye, especially since your mother was probably running the rumor mill by now, you needed groceries and camping supplies.
John, Kyle, and Johnny had taken the borrowed tent, camping stove, and air mattress to the fishing spot you had shown them all those weeks ago. You had plenty of blankets and pillows to keep you warm, but you doubted it would get cold enough to need any.
Simon was pursuing the aisles of Newsome Grocery with you, the slowly filling buggy squeaking under his push. You had a bag of charcoal, matches, and the makings for hamburgers already in the cart.
“Do you want s’mores?” He asks, grabbing a box of graham crackers and holding them up.
“With Johnny’s energy? We’d get no sleep.” You giggle, but add the box to the buggy. “We’ll need chocolate and marshmallows, which are…” You peek your head out of the aisle to look at the signs, reading each of them before getting to the right one. “This way.”
Simon follows you around the store, adding his two cents on everything you ask, from beer to burger toppings. He was wearing something similar to what you first met him in: a dark hoodie, jeans, and his trademark mask.
Feeling emboldened by a sense of domesticity, you turn towards Simon when the two of you finally have an aisle to yourselves. “Why do you wear a mask?”
Simon glances at you from the side. “To hide my face.”
“Is it because of the scars?” You look for any sign of discomfort, willing to drop the topic like it was a cup of lava rather than cross a line.
Simon was silent for a minute, debating between two brands of bread for the buns. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet. “Part of it, yeah. I’ve been through some tough shit, love, and I’d rather not share that darkness with you right now.” He pulls you to his side, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “But I’ll tell you everythin’ when the time is right.”
“Alright.” You kiss his nose, and then the corner of his mouth where that jagged scar lies. “But for what it's worth, I think you’re handsome. You have nothing to hide.”
“Haven’t done anything that wasn’t deserved.”
Simon held you there for a long time, just staring at you, his brown eyes rapidly bouncing across your face. As much as you missed being able to decipher his whole face, you were learning to just read his eyes. Before things could get more intense, you grab his hand and lead him to the next aisle.
“What do you guys drink besides tea and expensive alcohol?”
The two of you continue to shop for a while longer, adding sweets and snacks to tide the five of you over until dinner. A package of breakfast sausage and eggs is added before you deem your haul sufficient.
You were beaming as you made your way to the self-checkout, giddy that you’re about to be reunited with the rest of your boys and ecstatic that your near-constant bubble of bliss hadn't popped again.
When you and Simon get in line, it feels as if nothing would be able to touch you again. Not while you had your own personal pack of guard dogs. That is, until you catch a glimpse of the two girls in the line next to you.
They’re laughing quite loudly for how quiet the store was in such an early hour. You would have dismissed them for what they looked like: loud teenagers. If it weren’t for the constant glances they would throw at you and Simon, and the fact that your mean girl detector was flying off the rails.
You slide your eyes towards Simon to see if he noticed the girls and was thinking the same as you. At first, your mind went where it usually did; they were making fun of you. It was something you grew up with, both being poor and fat. But when you looked at Simon, in all his hulking, masked, very intimidating glory, you thought of a worse fate than just you getting made fun of.
In an effort to ignore them and be the better person, you hold your head high and scoot just a smidge closer to Simon. You don’t think he noticed the girls because the moment your hand brushed against his, he was taking it and lacing your fingers together.
The line moved up one person, and you forced yourself to remove those girls from your mind. It works, for the most part, until you hear a foul word whispered.
You snap your head to the side, catching them gawking at you and Simon before hiding their faces behind laughter and sarcasm.
“Jus’ ignore ‘em, lovie. No use twistin’ yourself into a tizzy.”
Simon had tightened his hold on your hand before wrapping his arm around your shoulders in an attempt to distract you. It worked for a second, pulling you towards his heat and lulling your brain into a sense of safety. But when you catch those girls pointing their phones at you, you decide that being the bigger person was never an option.
“Excuse me,” You say loudly, prying yourself away from Simon before he could lock you to his side. You approach the girls, and they have the gall to look annoyed. “Who do you think you are? Can you not record us?”
“You’re in a public space.” One scoffs as she tosses her wispy blonde hair over her shoulder. She reminds you of your high school bully, which, in hindsight, might be her mother. “We have the right to film whatever we want.”
“It’s fuckin’ rude-” You’re pointing at them now, drawing the attention of the other people around. Simon was pulling you back, not saying a word as the girls laughed loudly.
“I said it wasn’t worth it.” His voice was clipped, bordering on anger, but so were you.
“I don’t care if it isn’t worth it, or if you’re used to this type of shit. So am I. Doesn’t make it right.” Irritation was rising, your boiling point for tolerance reached, and bubbling over. They continue to sit back and watch, giggling to themselves all the while they hold out their stupid fucking phones. They whisper names at you and him, teasing more outbursts from you, but Simon refuses to let you give in.
His hand is on the small of your back, burning a hole through your shirt and into your already overheated skin. “Easy, love. Let's just pay and leave.”
It wasn’t fair that they got to demean him like that, like he wasn’t one of the kindest men you’ve ever met. Like he deserved mockery just because he was different, rough, jagged, and scary. He was one of yours now, and you were sick of hearing -’m used to it.- bull fucking shit.
You pull his arm roughly, forcing him to bend down to your level while you make the type of eye contact that would usually have you shying away. “You’re mine. And I don’t let people hurt what is mine.”
That frustration from earlier fades into something softer, something a bit more understanding of what had darkened his golden brown eyes. “They’re kids. And it doesn’t hurt me,” His heavy hand finds its home at the side of your neck, his thumb stroking the skin of your jaw. “Never have I, I don’t let that shit get to me. Don’t let it get to you.”
Simon distracts you while the two of you ring up your haul, the girls already walking out of the building and taking their negativity with them. You could still feel the unfairness simmering within you, but Simon was right; you were an adult, and they were just kids. Once the two of you load up the car and pull out of the parking lot, you feel a lot calmer. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to stand up for him every time some jackass decides to fuck around and find out.
Trees whiz past the passenger side window, and a quiet pop song plays over the radio. It wasn’t anything worth writing home about, but the weight of Simon’s hand on your thigh had you sinking further into the seat.
When he turns onto the highway, the rough gravel of the side road bleeding into the smooth asphalt, he taps your thigh with a finger to get your attention.
When you looked at him, he was already glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “You really meant that? Back at the store?”
“Meant what?” You said a lot of things, all of which you meant.
“That I was yours?” There was no difference in his words, no nervousness, no apprehension, just plain old Simon. But from the constant twitch he had as he held your thigh, you were wise enough to think things were just ‘plain old’.
“Of course I did, you’re all my people now.” At the time, you didn’t mean it so possessively, but that’s exactly what it was. Possessiveness over your boys.
“Bloody hell,” He mumbles, not once taking his eyes off the road while he adjusts in his seat.
You look down, drawn to his lap by the movement, and see a tent forming. Half hard, Simon takes his hand off you to rearrange himself before clearing his throat.
“That really worked you up, huh?”
He chuckles, his fist still palming his cock. “Can’t help it when a pretty bird stakes her claim.”
“Didn’t get enough this morning?”
“Oh, please, I could never get enough of you.”
With his words, you find yourself swatting his hand away and replacing it with yours. He had two hands on the wheel now, knuckles white as you slip your hand down his pants.
You stroke him for a while, teasing the underside of his cockhead just to hear him swear. When you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn in your seat, Simon swerves but corrects quickly.
“You’re going to make me crash, sweetheart.”
“Just don’t kill us. Let me take care of you.” Your mouth waters as you slowly unzip his fly and pull his cock out. He was heavy, barely able to stand on his own, and drooling at the tip.
You lap up the precum, teasing his cockhead with kitten licks that have him jumping in your hand. The console of the SUV digs painfully into your side, but you ignore it in favor of taking his tip into your mouth. He groans above you when you swirl your tongue, lapping over his slit and playing with the bundle of nerves underneath. While you tease the tip, your hands are slowly pumping and twisting whatever your mouth doesn’t touch.
The car remains steady all throughout your teasing, but once you start to take his length into your mouth, you feel Simon pull the car off the side of the road. Only when the car turns off do you pull away with a pop.
He was looking down at you, eyes heavy-lidded, chest heaving. You were expecting him to coo at you, pull you up, and kiss you silly. What he does instead has your heart hammering in your throat.
“Get out of the car.” He demands, voice set at a low growl.
You obey without hesitation. He had pulled into a side road, the car hidden just behind a line of trees. You watch as he rounds the front of the car and approaches you with an unreadable face.
You follow orders once again, surprised but enjoying the difference in attitude. Simon pulls his cock back out, pumping it a few times before pressing his cockhead to your lips.
“You wanna suck me off so bad, go ahead. Suck me off.”
Roughly, but not unkindly, he thrusts into your mouth as soon as you open your lips for him. He makes sure not to go too deep, but your eyes were already watering from the stretch. Hidden behind the car, you bob your head, hollow your cheeks, and suck his cock like your life depended on it. He tasted pleasantly clean, if a bit salty, and you fell into the heady smell of him without a tether to the real world.
Hours go by, with you kneeling on the soft ground. Or maybe it was minutes. You didn’t know; your perception of time was nonexistent, with your brain only thinking one thing: Simon.
You wanted him to cum in your mouth, you wanted to have him curling in above you and groaning as you swallowed everything he gave you.
“You’re ours, baby. Mine, and Johnny’s, and Kyle's, and John’s. Ours. Our sweet girl.”
The more he talked, the deeper you took him, absolutely keen on hearing his voice break with every inch. Looking up, you see him panting above you, forearms braced against the passenger side door. He makes unwavering eye contact with you as he groans.
Insanely turned on, you dip your fingers down the front of your pants. Before you could even reach your needy clit, Simon was kicking your arm away from yourself.
“You’re not allowed to cum, not after the stunt you pulled.”
Whining around his cock, you obey. It didn’t stop your hips from canting forward every time he throbbed against your tongue, your body seeking friction where it was denied.
“Make me cum.” He demands.
You take him as far as you can, his cockhead brushing the back of your throat as you swallow around him. It only took two more moves before he was twitching and groaning. Warmth floods the back of your throat, spilling into your mouth so fast you choke. You were quick to swallow, trying to get every last drop lest it gets wasted.
Simon was panting, slurred swears falling from his masked lips before he roughly pulled you up. His mask was lifted just a smidge, the fabric bunched across his nose so he could kiss you properly. He chases his own taste, licking up whatever lingered before opening the door.
“I’m serious, love. If I find out you’ve touched yourself or let the others make you cum, I’ll have to punish you. Understand?”
“Yes,” You breathe, voice strained and tight.
Don't mind me, just ovulating and letting my hormones control my writing :/
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