simonriley takes every chance to see his bunny !
𑣲 ⋆ minors 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 interact , 𝟭𝟴+ content.
simon wouldn’t be seen even close to medical with the old nurse, but you? the new volunteer nurse with gentle hands and an innocent smile. he found every excuse to be in the same building as you. he always found himself staring like a lovesick idiot, wondering how you’d feel in his arms, warm and soft with your small floppy ears that always poked at your eye.
or how you’d clench around him while he beats into your sloppy hole, your bunny ears the perfect “handbars” from when he railed you from the back or giving head. he definitely didn’t jerk off to the thought of that.
he had a few forced interactions with you, the time he paid soap to punch him hard enough to give him a nose bleed just so you could hold his face and clean him up.
today might’ve been his lucky day, a knife lodged in his lower stomach. hurt like a bitch, but the thought of you bandaging him up — oh yeah.
he leaned against your doorframe, clutching his side and watched you for a second, his pants feeling tighter just by the scent of you.
“you busy swee’heart?” his gruff voice perked your ears up and you turned on your chair. the sight of you almost made his pain disappear but a step toward just reminded him of his situation.
you moved quickly, worry on your face. “what happened?” you led him to the patient bed, pushing him to sit down. “got stabbed, no medics on scene .. been a few hours now.” you let out a tsk, getting supplies as he lays down. “let me see it.”
asking to see him shirtless? professionally or not, his thoughts ran back to life as he removed his vest and black vest beneath. the wound wasn’t pretty with the knife already removed — dried blood around it while small specks still oozed out.
you frowned, lower lip poked out as your heart hurt for him. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for all the soliders that came to you, strong and trained or not every wound made you want to comfort them. “‘m fine ..” but lying to you felt wrong — like kicking a puppy. “hurts like a bitch ..”
“ill get you cleaned up, you won’t need stitches at least.” he grunts in agreement. staring at your concentrated face while you worked on his lower stomach, so close to his .. God simon, get it together.
he gripped your hips automatically when the antiseptic touched the ripped skin. he let out a hiss, gripping harder with each dab before realising it was you and he probably hurt you. “sorry .. sorry luv.”
you finished patching him up, his lower stomach still sore and covered in white bandages. “ill just put this on the system, then you’re free to go m’kay?” you spun on your chair, fingers working on the keyboard.
simon stared at your back and without thinking (which wasn’t like him) and stood up despite only just being treated and stood tall behind you. you looked up and stood as the paperwork finished, turning to face him. “you should be resting, no unnecessary movement!”
“ill be okay, don’t worry ‘bout me ..” he mumbled, hands moving to your hips as he tilted his head down at you. you just huffed, “rest, simon riley or it won’t get better.” his name from your mouth made him want to just combust in his pants.
he took slow steps backwards, pulling you along with him until he sat back down on the bed with you standing between his open legs. “id rather do this then rest swee’heart.” he pressed his lips slowly against yours — sweet and slow letting you get into it before getting rough.
he pulled you up to sit on his thigh, kissing you deeply before moving down your jaw to your neck. you tried to resist him, weakly pushing at his chest and whining before you gave in.
no secret you’d been eyeing the 6’5 pure muscle man since you first stepped into the base.
you grinding on his thigh, hands clutching the back of his neck as he nipped and sucked on yours. his hands kneaded at your hips then moved to your ass, stretching the two cheeks apart and giving one a swat.
your hips stuttered at the smack, causing you to whimper and move faster. “si- ughm .. simon!” “more, more more!” your cries reached his ears and he flipped you both over, laying you on your back while he hovered above you.
“been dreamin’ about doing this to you ..” he admits shamelessly, tugging at your skirt to throw it aside. pretty pink panties? you were just the cutest.
you attempt to hide your panties , crossing your thighs over eachother as you try sit up. he holds you down with a hand his other holding your thighs open as he nudges a knee between them.
“hiding this from me? never baby.” he circles his thumb over your clothed pussy causing you to squirm. “sensitive bunny, hm?” he teases over the lace before giving in to his own desires and ripping them clean off. your puffy pussy clenches around the cold air, wet glistening it.
he didn’t warn you, pushing in three fingers and moaning when your walls clench and stretch around them. he moves your legs over his shoulder for better access, pushing his digits deeper each thrust while you sung out. he buried his face between your breasts, humming like he was right were he wanted to be.
“louder, come on i know you can do it.” “just like that, you like that baby?” his praise made your eyes and mind blurry, you couldn’t handle it. “simon .. pluh-please! can’t take it no mo’”
he grins, like winning the lottery. “gonna cum? cum on my fingers, go on.” he pushed in a final finger, slapping your clit with his free hand. liquid shot out, wetting both your shirts and thighs before white oozed out. oh you were a squirter?
he pulled out his wet fingers, licking two himself before positioning the rest at your mouth. “taste yourself, clean up your mess.”
your tongue swirled around them, lips wrapped tight around them. the bulge nudged against your wet core was a sign this wasn’t just over yet.
a/n : this is sloppy and rushed but i loved the idea of this i had to do it !!
not proofread !!
all interactions are appreciated 🫶🏼.