Control
Post op Trans!Simon Riley x gn!reader smut. 🏳️⚧️
Warnings: Sex (duh), foul language and I think that’s it. Not a warning but the pet name ‘Bug’ is used to describe reader because I love bugs and I headcanon Simon as loving bugs as well. 🪲 No mention of the readers gender or genitalia. As the title says, Simon is a post op trans man and if you don’t like it, cry about it ☺️✨
Also, I can’t believe this has to be said but NO MINORS. I don’t like kids and I’m not your baby sitter, you shouldn’t be here. I will block you if you’re underage or have an ageless blog.
You and Simon were currently seated on the sectional watching the rain out the window.Simon’s arms wrapped around you as you curled into his side, his face on top of your head, just inhaling your scent.
All. was quiet until you spoke up, breaking the gentle silence, a question on your mind that had been itching at you for a while.
“Hey,Si?” You said as you leaned up on your elbows to look at him, his eyes fluttering open at your voice and movement.
“Yes,Bug?” He looked at you lazily, his gaze filled with comfort and the unmistakable feeling of love radiated off him, he was whipped.
You looked at him a smiled slyly, “How good is your self control?” You said as you cocked your head to the side in a display of innocence but Simon knew it was anything but.
He hummed and grabbed your waist, kneading it with his thumbs. “It’s impeccable,love.Best there is.” And there it was, that smirk, that self confident, bordering on arrogant smirk. You were going to wipe it off his face
“That so?” You chuckled lowly, seductively, he knew he was in trouble. Walking your fingers up his chest till you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes, his pupils were starting to dilate.
“So what you’re saying is, if I were to give you the sloppiest head you’ve ever received and then fuck you senseless right here on this couch, you’d be able to keep your hands to yourself?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
Fuck… he really was whipped.
The gulp he took was audible. All he gave was a hum of agreement, not trusting his voice to stay steady if he spoke; this caused a grin to form on your face as you slid off the couch.
“Then you won’t mind if I give it a shot?” You say as you begin to slowly strip off your clothes, Simon’s eyes following every movement with an appreciative gaze.
“Go ahead.” His voice was back, except it was darker, hungrier. You were fully stripped before he began to remove his sweatpants.
“I said no touching.” There was an authoritative tone to your voice that had his eyes shooting up to look at you in surprise. Never had he seen this side of you before, he loved it.
Walking over to him, you take both of his hands off his pants and place them at his sides. “ You keep your hands here, I’ll be doing the touching.” He said nothing so you looked at him expectantly, all he gave you was a nod, the smirk long gone from his face but you were no where near done with him.
You inched your way to his pants and began pulling them down slowly, revealing his cock. “ Mmm, you have such a pretty cock, Simon. So pretty and all for me.” You say as you trace the length with one finger while pumping his balls with your other hand to get him erect.
Simon began breathing heavily, he clenched his hands into fists to regain control, you haven’t even started yet and he was coming undone.
Once he was fully erect, you leaned down to the head, giving little kitten licks while staring at him. He watched you with hooded eyes as you took him in your mouth fully, letting out a hiss that ended in a groan as you took as much of him as you could.
You hummed at the taste, Simon always tasted good. The musk and salt setting heavily on your tongue, you would have lost control yourself if you hadn’t remembered your goal.
You began to set a steady pace with your mouth as you rubbed his base with your thumb. Simon’s stomach clenched at the feeling and he let out a breath to stabilize himself. Your mouth was just too good, it felt too heavenly.
The sounds you were making were sinful. When you said you’d give him the sloppiest head, you weren’t kidding.
His knuckles had turned white from how hard his fists have been clenched. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to touch you so badly it hurt. He had to stay strong,though he could feel his self control slipping, it always did with you.
You began to move faster, squeezing his base harder and taking him as deep as you could with your mouth. He began to let out small whimpers and moans and you could see the muscles in his stomach spasming, he was close.
Before he could reach his climax, you took your hand from his base and removed your mouth with an audible pop. The groan you received was feral, frustrated.
“Easy, Si. I’m not done with you yet.” You grinned. This was just too much fun. Having your usually stoic boyfriend that prided himself on his self control falling apart in your hands was just too good to rush. You wanted to take your time.
He looked at you with hooded eyes, still breathing heavily. He said nothing, but his eyes said it all. ‘Fuck me’ was written on his face clear as day, and you would do just that.
“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.” You whispered as you pushed his shirt up to his chest, revealing his very sensitive nipples. You leaned forward and took one of his hard nubs into your mouth, sucking lightly.
Simon moaned and bucked his hips, this was just too much. He kept his hands at his sides, almost clawing holes into the furniture. A strangled noise bubbles up inside of his throat that sounded desperate. It was, but he wouldn’t speak.
He didn’t have to, you already knew what it was. ‘Please’ that’s the word that’s at the tip of his tongue and you were going to make him scream it.
Straddling his lap, you positioned yourself over his cock, flushed red and desperate for release. You looked him directly into his eyes as you sank yourself onto him. You both let out moans as the head breached your holes entrance.
“F-fuck” Simon stuttered, throwing his head onto the back of the couch as you placed your hands on his shoulders and started a slow rhythm.
“Oh, Simon.” Your voice was breathless, needy, you needed him to lose control, to beg, to touch you, you needed it.
So you began to go faster, clenching your muscles around his cock, milking him for all he’s got, you wanted him to unravel. And he does.
The first clench of your hole around his cock sends electricity straight to his core, he couldn’t take this anymore. You were just so beautiful, riding his cock and treating him like a fuck toy that was made just to get you off, he loved it.
He began to break. With a gulp and a shuddering breath, he spoke. “D-darling.” It was barely audible, you could barely hear it over the lewd squelching sounds of your combined fluids.
But you did, and you knew just what he wanted however, you wanted to drag this out a bit longer.
“Yes, my precious boy?” You spoke in a breathless whisper, hips stopping to gyrate on his cock.
“Mmm! Pl- AH!” Simon moaned as you began to play with his nipples as you rode him. “What was that baby?” You feigned ignorance. Usually Simon would have said something, called you out on your shit but he was far too fucked out to care.
With a deep breath he spoke, “Please.” It was desperate, submissive, but you wanted more.
“Please what Simon?” You said as you grabbed his shoulders for leverage and lifted yourself off of him to where just the tip of his cock head was in the entrance of your tight hole.
“Unn! Please. Please can I..” he didn’t finish, he was breaking but he needed just a little push to get him over the edge.
“What do you want my good boy?” He moaned at your words and the squeezing of your tight muscles on his cock head. He clenched his eyes and his fists so hard you were beginning to worry but before you could say anything, he spoke loudly.
“Please! I want to touch you, please, please, please!” Was his declaration, so needy and wanton of course you had to reward him. After all, this is what you wanted.
He let out a gasp as you sank back down onto him quickly and began to fuck him like your life depended on it. “Touch me, Simon. Touch me.”
That was all he needed before he grabbed handfuls of you. Gripping every part of your body as you fucked him. Both hands gripping your ass as he chased your mouth for a kiss and you gave it to him.
Deep, sensual and filled with all the love you had. Simon’s senses were filled with you, tears began to spring to his eyes at the stimulation.
Before long you began to lose steam, your legs becoming tired. You cradled his face with both hands before saying “Fuck me, baby, fuck me good”
Simon didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you another passionate kiss before wrapping both his arms around your back and bringing you to lay down gently on his chest. And with his feet planted on the floor he began to pump into you at a pace that made you see stars.
“Fuck! Simon, yes baby!” The house was filled with your moans and the slapping of skin but you couldn’t hear it due to the ringing in your ears.
Simon’s thrusts we’re getting sloppy, his moans more high pitched and broken, he was almost there and so were you.
With a final few thrusts he buried himself to the hilt and repeated your name as if it were a mantra,you following shortly after. He thrusts a few more times as you ride out your highs. You lay there panting, catching your breaths.
You felt Simon rub up and down your back for a while after you’ve calmed down. Everything was peaceful until you spoke up. “Impeccable my ass.” You let out a giggle as Simon rolled his eyes and pinched your ass as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Yeah, Simon was always in control on the field and on base but he was a mess with you 💀💙