Simon doesn't think he's ever tasted something so good in his fuckin' life before.
He didn't know what he was in for this time when he got back from deployment, and nicotine and whiskey ain't got shit on this. Poor bastard can't remember the last time he had something so good invade his senses like this.
You said you had a treat for him, made him lay down, and promptly sat on his face, and Simon was fuckin' gone. Don't know what the fuck possessed him but he took one whiff and was instantly hooked.
Simon feasted on your cunt like a man starved. Tongue, lips, fingers, you name it. Anything to get his fix, anything to make you moan.
Anything to make you cum.
Didn't let up for shit, not even to breathe, and when you voiced your concern while whimpering and trembling, Simon didn't give a fuck and still continued to love on your pretty cunt because where the bloody fuck are you going?
Shut up. Shut the hell up and let him make you cum, sweetheart.
Actions have consequences. Shouldn't have made him feel so bloody good, shouldn't have poked at the beast, and he'd be damned if he didn't think this was the best post-deployment gift he's ever gotten. Better than the nicotine high or occasional pity wank.
Fuck, it's been so long and he's absolutely disgusting about it.
And Simon's aware of it all, the way his cock is so hard it's bloody painful and leaking in his pants, the way you're grinding on his face, smothering it and fucking his mouth (don't you dare stop, either), and how his everything is consumed by you. You coat his stubble, fill his nostrils up with your scent, his tastebuds are fired up—bloody hell, need he explain more?
Simon could die a happy man right now, and what would his gravestone say? Here Lies Simon Riley, Died Eating Cunt.
He'd chuckle if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Shit, he probably did if the way you're moaning is any indication. That felt good, didn't it, sweetheart?
It's your turn now to say his name like a prayer and believe in him just as he believes in you.
And it's the best fucking thing to ever bless his ears.
"alright chat! today we are playing the new resident evil game! resident evil requiem!" megan smiles at the camera. "i am so excited to play this! i preordered it so i thankfully got it on release day! so let's go!"
megan had been streaming all week. new games that were coming out, old games that she hadn't played yet, and of course shooter games like valorant. you knew this was her job, and this was how she made money. so you knew that you shouldn't get that upset, but she was streaming for hours on end. you didn't see her much this week unless she went to bed and when she came out to eat dinner. otherwise? not much.
you would go into the room sometimes, watching her play for an hour or two before leaving and going to do something else. but you couldn't take it anymore. you were needy, and desperate.
it had now been over a week since she touched you. you tried to relieve yourself on your own, either when she was in the other room streaming or when she was asleep next to you at night. but it never worked. and she didn't notice, either.
so today, you were going to take matters into your own hands.
it was roughly two hours after megan started streaming that you decided to get up and do it.
"okay, i actually really like this game so far! grace is so sweet and she's shaking can you guys see that? these games have gotten so much better," megan says while playing the game, glancing at the chat for a moment before back at the game. "yeah, my favorite is probably number 2, it's too good!"
the door to the room creaks open, and you walk inside, closing the door behind you. megan barely hears, lifting one of her headphones off her ear and looking in your direction. a smile instantly lights up on her face.
"hey, baby," she says.
"hi." you walk over to her and kiss her cheek. "what are you playing?" you ask, your fingers playing with her hoodie string.
"the new resident evil game!" she beams.
"mm." you hum, nodding your head. you stand up straight again and walk around the desk to the side where the camera can't see you. megan's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, and you just put your finger on your lips, telling her to stay quiet.
megan looks back at the chat on her monitor, seeing them saying how cute you two were and how they love you both as a couple. she just smiles, and starts playing the game again. not even realizing what you were going to do.
you sit on your knees under the desk, waiting a few minutes as megan plays the game again and goes back to talking to the chat normally. you reach your hands up and hook your fingers around the waistband of her sweatpants, and she glances down at you. you just smile, and her breath catches in her throat. she subconsciously lifts her hips, and you pull down her sweatpants and boxers in one tug.
she's half hard already, and you internally laugh at how easy it is to get her to feel this way. your hand wraps around her shaft, and she jerks, accidentally shooting for no reason in the game, which the chat notices. she pretends to cough.
"sorry! i think i'm getting sick, you guys," she says, looking at the camera. she's lying terribly, but the viewers can't tell the difference. they have no idea what's going on behind the scenes under the desk.
you slowly stroke megan, feeling her get harder and thicker in your hand, making you smile. a bead of precum drips from her tip, and you swipe over it with your thumb, making her jerk again slightly less than last time. you then part your lips, resting the blunt head on them before taking her in your mouth. megan's grip on her controller tightens, her knuckles turning a pale white as she tries not to give away what's happening right now.
you keep going until all of her length is nestled deep down your throat, and she shudders, letting out a quiet noise that the mic doesn't pick up. you start to bob your head up and down her cock, swirling your tongue around her and going at a rather fast pace for her. your hand jerks off what you can't fit in your mouth, and you can feel her pulsing.
megan is trying her best to be quiet, but she's also being too quiet. not talking to the chat anymore or talking about the game or random things. the chat starts asking if she's okay, that she must really be getting sick, and then some that are guessing what is actually happening.
"fuck," megan mutters under her breath. she glances down for a split second, and she almost lets out a moan, having to bite her tongue to keep quiet.
you continue your ministrations, going faster and further down, making you gag around her occasionally. her cock was slick now, throbbing against your tongue as more precum leaked from her tip. you know she's close, it's almost comedic how fast it could take to make her cum. you loved it.
"sh-shit," megan grits her teeth. her grip on the controller is even tighter now, and she's afraid she's might break it if she doesn't let go soon. but she can't let people know what was going on.
she can't even react properly when you take her completely down your throat, gagging around her. her body hunches over slightly, and she's trying to pretend she's leaning towards the monitor to see better, but her eyes and hands shake a little bit. she knows she can't look down, because then she'll see you and she'll cum on the spot. she can't look at the camera, because then everyone will be able to tell something is going on.
unfortunately, neither of those matter when your free hand cups her balls and starts fondling them. she makes a quiet, choked noise, and her hips jerk, letting out thick ropes of her load into your mouth. her eyes go a little unfocused for a moment, her lips part just enough, and she almost drops the controller before regaining clarity.
"um." megan clears her throat. "i think i'm gonna end the stream for today everyone. sorry! i'll see you all soon!"
she quickly exits out of the game, turns off the stream and camera, drops the controller on the desk, and pushes herself back, rolling a little bit away from you. enough for her cock to leave your mouth.
"what the fuck was that for?" she lets out, angrier than she thought she would.
"mm?" you hum, wiping your mouth with your hand. "what do you mean?" you smile innocently.
"get up," megan demands, pushing further back and standing up from her chair.
you listen, getting off your knees and standing in front of her. "what are you gonna do, hm?"
megan doesn't reply. she instead grabs your waist and spins you around, bending you over her desk roughly. you let out a little yelp, the keyboard and mouse being pushed off the desk by megan. one of her hands is pushing on your back to keep you pressed down, while the other hastily tugs down your shorts and panties.
"what am i gonna do?" she repeats your question, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging on it to arch your back. "i'm gonna fuck the shit outta you for interrupting my stream and making me shut it off. thats what."
you open your mouth to respond, and instead let out a surprised gasp, feeling her push inside you in one swift movement. your head drops, but megan is quick to yank you back up again.
"uh-uh." she shakes her head. she uses her free hand to grab her phone off the desk, fumbling with it in her hands for a second and then holding it and pointing it at you. "you gonna let me record the slut you are?"
"yes," you whimper when she tugs on your hair slightly. "please, megan, i-i need you so bad."
"i figured."
and without warning, she pulls out halfway and slams back into you. you can feel the air leave your lungs as your body pushes forward further on the desk. the pace she starts is relentless, and you know she's not playing around this time.
it was rare for megan to get like this, but god did you love it when she was. and for her to record was unlike her normal self, too. you know she would never post the video or pictures, she just keeps them for herself to get off to when you're not around. but the thought of her recording the act in general was enough to make you want her even more.
the desk thuds against the wall with every rough thrust, and your head is almost hitting the monitors with being pushed forward further every time. your hands grasp the edges of the desk tightly, knowing that if you tried to reach for megan she would pin you in place more.
"meg–mei–f-fuck!" you choke out, head falling down again.
"hm? what? too much, baby?" megan asks, but there's no sign of sympathy behind her words. "fucking take it."
"pl-please–" you're interrupted by a yelp when megan's hand lands a harsh slap on your ass, making your whole body jerk.
"be quiet. i'm recording," she tells you, her hand squeezing the flesh of your ass before smacking again, smiling at the whine you let out. "yeah, you love this cock, don't you? tell me."
she grabs your hair again, making into a ponytail the best she could and tugs you back again. "say it."
you're struggling to even think past the feeling of how good it feels when she fucks you like this. you can hear the words she's saying, but you aren't really processing them fully.
"i-i love it," you manage to get out. "love your cock s'much, mei–fuck!"
"fuck yeah, you do." megan smiles. "i know you do."
megan speeds up her pace, her hips snapping against yours rhythmically. wet slapping noises fill the room along with your moans and cries. your eyes squeeze shut, and you ultimately give up, letting all of your noises and sounds out without care. she'll probably enjoy it while she's recording, anyway.
"you feel so good, baby. fuck!" she curses, her grip getting tighter on your hair. "you're such a fuckin' slut, y'know? blowing me while i was streaming because you're so fuckin' needy. say it."
you shake your head the best you can. "i-i''m not."
"oh, really?" megan taunts as she stops all movement, but is nestled deep inside you. you let out a whine, and try to push back against her, but she has you pinned against the desk still. "then you're not going to cum at all today, princess."
now you really start shaking your head, tears stinging in your eyes when she stopped. "no, no, no. please, please."
"please what?" megan asks. "you don't even know what you're begging for, do you?"
"i'm your slut, just yours i promise," your voice cracks, a tear falling down your cheek. "please, mei, please."
"that's my good girl." megan smiles and lets go of your hair, her hand moving to your hip and grabbing it while she starts fucking you again.
your head drops down onto the desk, a loud cry leaving your throat as she sets the pace rougher than before. the whole desk is shaking now with the force of her movements, and you are already preparing for the noise complaint that's going to come tomorrow. but at the same time, you don't care about anything else other than this feeling right now.
you feel your climax growing closer to release every second, your walls clenching around her cock in a vice grip that makes megan's hips stutter for a second. your moans are only getting louder and higher-pitched, which megan knows is a sign that you're close to cumming. she angles her hips a little, and kicks your legs open a tad more, and you can feel the tip of her cock hitting your g-spot just right.
"oh my–oh my god!" your hands claw at the desk, but not able to actually grab anything. "fuck, fuck, fuck! i–i'm gonna cum!"
"yeah?" megan smiles, breathless. "you gonna cream all over my dick, baby?"
"yes! yes, yes, please!" you nod feverishly, hair falling in front of your face, a bit of drool dribbling from your mouth onto the desk. "please let me cum, megan, please!"
"hm, i dunno." she slows down, but doesn't completely stop like last time. you whine again like last time, and she laughs. "you were being really bratty earlier."
"i'm sorry!" you cry out. "i'm sorry, i won't do it again, please! please, please!" more tears trickle down your cheeks.
megan chuckles lightly. "i know you won't, baby," she says. she then goes back to her previous rough pace, and her nails dig into your hip tightly, leaving indents on your skin.
a sharp gasp leaves your mouth, and you're teetering on the edge of cumming when megan's hand moves from your hip down between your legs. her fingers find your clit easily, and she starts rubbing quick, frantic circles on your little bundle of nerves, wanting you to cum for her.
"c'mon, baby. cum for me. cum all over my cock like a good girl."
with one last thrust, you let out a scream-like moan, your body shuddering as you cum. you whimper a little bit when megan keeps going, going limp on the desk as she works on making herself cum now.
"gonna cum...want me to fill you up, princess? hm? since you wanted me so fuckin' bad," megan says, her hand going back to your hip to keep you from moving, not like you could in the first place.
"mhm," you hum, and nod your head. "please, mei."
"fuck yeah," megan lets out in a single breath. her hips are moving more frantically now, desperate to cum and fill you up with her seed. even though you were on birth control, she still loved the thought of possibly getting you pregnant. "gonna fill you up so good, baby. fuck!" she lets out a gasp, and her hips finally still, pelvis flush against your ass as thick loads of her cum shoot inside you.
"fuck..." megan slouches against you, resting her head on your back. she carefully slips out of you and turns the recording off, tossing her phone on the desk. "you did so good, princess.," she says softly, kissing the nape of your neck.
you lay against the desk still for a few moments. megan rubs your back with her hand as she stands straight again.
"you okay?" megan asks, pushing your hair out of your face.
sophia who loves being called mommy plss. maybe r says it as a joke initially and soph is way too into it
a/n: Sophia 100% has a mommy kink and if you disagree then argue with the wall. also not proof read lmao
you and Sophia are cuddling in bed, you’re curled into her side while scrolling on tik tok and she’s half watching the movie and half watching tik toks with you.
It’s when she hears the same audio repeating over and over again that she glances down to see you’re watching an edit of her. she smirked cockily at you being so enticed by an edit of her, “you know you don’t have to watch an edit of me when you have the real thing next to you.”
“I know but you look so mommy in this,”
that caught her off guard, the nickname falling so effortlessly from your lips.
“I look so what?”
“mommy.”
she thought she was going to combust but she tried to play it cool, too ashamed to admit the effect it had on her, but you noticed, you always did.
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later on she had you pinned under her, fingers buried deep in your pussy as she fucked you mercilessly. her other hand is pinning your wrists above your head while she nips at your neck.”
“taking me so well, baby. I can feel your fingers sucking me in.”
she angled her hand so she was hitting that spot inside you. your walls tightening around her fingers making her let out a groan.
your brows are furrowed, head tilted back. your loud moans filling the room.
“fia ‘m so close, please, let me come.” she didn’t even acknowledge your words causing you to let out a choked whimper, “fiaaa, please, need in so bad.”
she slows her hand to slow, deep thrusts, “that’s not my name, say it correctly and I’ll let you come.” you look down confused, expecting her to be joking but her face is dead serious.
you try to think but your head is too far gone with pleasure. that’s when earlier popped into your head, her reaction to you calling her mommy.
“m-mommy,” her face broke out into a mischievous grin, her fingers speeding back up as her thumb brushes your clit with each thrust. your orgasm rapidly approaching.
“that’s it, you wanna come for mommy, baby?” you’re babbling agreements, legs tightening around her, fingers digging into your palms.
her hand left your wrists, wrapping around your throat, fingers lightly squeezing. not enough to hurt you but just enough to heighten your pleasure.
“go on then, come for me, come for mommy.”
that done it for you, hearing her refer to herself as mommy. your body went rigid, mouth falling open in a silent moan as your came, soaking her hand and wrist. your fingers digging into her back, defiantly leaving marks. she fucked you through your orgasm, only stopping when you tried to push her away form overstimulation.
Summary: Grace is working longer again and you are also still at the Office.
Warnings: NSFW, G!P Grace Ashcroft, dom!reader, sub!Grace, Fem!Reader, short smut
(No proofread, just a short drabble idk what I did there lmao)
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It was already late, everyone left the Office, only you and Grace were there. She was working overtime again and you? You stayed on purpose, always having a thing for her.
You saw the light of her computer brighting up her office, fingers typing on the keyboard as you approach her slowly, your hands touching her shoulders. „Still stressed? You will finish this report tomorrow as well, nothing will run away…plus…you look like you need to rest more…“ Your words were innocent but the way you whispered into her ear and your hand running down her arm sent goosebumps down her spine.
„I-I really need to finish this…“ She stuttered, anxious as always, her eyes never leaving the screen even though you made it obvious you wanted physical contact, your lips brushing against her neck which made me internally scream. Her body reacted immediately, a little tent forming down her jeans between her legs, making you smirk.
„Sure…I think you need to focus on something else now…“ You say before turning her chair to make her face you. Grace‘s eyes widen, sweat forming on her forehead as she nervously looked at you with puppy eyes. „I-I mean it! I h-have to finish this…“ She shifted uncomfortably on the chair.
You didn’t listen, straddling her lap which made her groan as she felt the warmth of your core directly on the fabric of her pants, pressed against her aching arousal. „Shh…I know what you really want…you always look at me like you want me…“ You whisper close to her lips and that’s when she broke down, whimpering as she kissed you, making you smirk into the kiss, finally having what you always wanted.
The heated kiss made both of you dizzy with need, her hips bucking up against you, seeking for friction. Even though she was shy and didn’t know how to handle this, her body was moving instinctively. „Mmph!…please…“ She whined like a puppy in need, making your hands move down to unzip her pants and pushing them down enough to free her before you got rid of your own panties.
Your eyes dart down to her throbbing cock. She was bigger than you imagined. Her sweet and needy expression made you go crazy, grabbing the shaft of her cock to guide her to your entrance, both of you moaning once you seated down. „F-Fuck…you f-feel so good…“ She whines between soft gasps, her hips instinctively snapping up, making you moan and place your hands on her shoulders for support.
You matched her movements, riding her and kissing her, muffling your moans. It didn’t take long for her hips to snap up faster, a whiny and loud moan escaping her as her hands clawed at your hips.
„F-Fuck! I am gonna…I-I-…please please get off me I-I can’t hold it-…“ She choked out but you didn’t even think about it, riding her harder and faster until you both came hard, feeling her twitch inside of you and filling you up, her hands now holding you tight, doing the opposite of what she said earlier, feeling your walls clamp down on her made her lose it.
„Fuck…I love you…“ You finally say between heavy breathing, looking down at her with adoration now and she did the same. „I love you too…“ She whispered back, kissing you again.
„For how long?…“ You ask, leaning back so you could look at her. „Longer than you think…just…not brave enough to say…“ She said honestly, her eyes a little bit glassy from the intense orgasm, she knew she came quickly but she couldn’t control herself because she wanted you for longer than she wanted to admit.
„Maybe…you should really stop working now and we transfer this conversation to my bedroom?“ You ask, seeing her smile and nod in response. „Definitely.“
