⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ bunny!reader is taken care of by dbf!ghost after a drunken night out
you weren’t exactly sure when, or how you’d managed to get your lieutenant riley’s phone number … let alone how you ended up in his apartment, completely wasted out of your mind, sat criss-crossed on his toilet. lightly swinging your feet back and forth, you smiled up at the masked man above you, your swollen lips stretched into a dopey grin. ghost was dressed comfortably, his sweats and hoodie an instant clash against your dangerously mini lace dress, your tits pushed up just right.
“ghoooost, m’tired,” you whine with a small hiccup, “s-so tired,”
with an old camouflaged t-shirt in his fist, ghost grunts knowingly, a defeated sigh leaving his lips as he watches you gently kick your feet towards his meaty thighs, “c’mon, pet, knock it off, yeah?” he scolds you lightly, swallowing thickly as you slowly slide your foot up his thigh, stopping right under his hip.
staring at your foot with parted lips, you meet ghost’s gaze, sweetly batting your lashes together, “my feet … me duelen tanto,” you pout, your eyes never leaving the older man’s as you softly push your toes into his skin.
god, you were too fucking cute, too pure. why did you have to be price’s kid? ghost respected your father, hell, your father trained him — the respect ran too deep. but, ghost was well aware of your attraction to him, it scared him — you’re younger, have way more potential than he did at that age, you’re not as cold as he is, not as exposed to the world and how scary it can be.
letting out a low growl of surrender, ghost grabs ahold of your foot, applying just enough pressure into the balls of your feet to have you letting out a relived moan — fuck. maintaining his hold on your foot, ghost jostles you out of your dazed state, “won’t hurt as much f’ya get into bed, love,” he coos.
“will you sleep next to me?” you question, your doe eyes glazed over as the lieutenant’s chest deflates with a deep exhale.
still holding onto your foot, ghost shakes his head, “you’re price’s kid — s’my captain—”
“not a kid,” you go to snatch your foot back, but ghost is that much quicker than you, holding your foot flat against his hard abdomen.
cocking his head to the side, ghost stares at you with reprimanding eyes, his pupils blown, “hey, don’t gimme tha’ — none of tha’ bratty stuff,” he corrects you, “you’re drunk, and i can’t betray y’dad,” his voice is stern and final, and just as his hold on your foot softens, you’re quick to pull your foot away.
ghost tries to ignore the dull pang in his chest when he catches you blinking furiously, clearly fighting back warm and fat tears that stung at your waterline, your normally sentimental nature now enhanced by all the bottom shelf tequila shots you took. the older man never wanted to see you cry, so him being the reason for your tears made him feel that much shittier.
with a small sniffle, you reach your hand out towards ghosts, keeping you watery eyes away from his, “um, i-i can change in here,” you squeak out, straightening your posture to the best of your drunken ability.
nodding silently, ghost places the crumpled clothes into your hand, wordlessly exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind him. you’re quick to stumble up to your feet, grabbing onto the wall to balance yourself as you let out a short cry, your struggles to undo the zipper of your dress setting you off completely.
ghost remains stood outside of the bathroom door, running a frustrated hand over his masked face as he takes in the sound of your whiny cries and you bumping into the wall every now and again. he decides to give you a few minutes to yourself, before checking in on you, his shoulders squared and jaw locked.
just as he moves to knock on the door, it opens, revealing you nearly swallowed whole by his shirt alone, eyeliner-tinted tears streaking your puffy cheeks, “smells good,” you mumble, your body slightly swaying as you keep your head down.
“listen, love, i—”
with those big puppy eyes of yours, you blurt out, “do you li-like me, ghost?” you hiccup, your vision all wonky and cloudy from residual tears as you teeter a bit too far on one side, nearly tripping over your own feet.
“i shouldn’t,” ghost steps forward, placing both of his massive hands on your shoulders, steadying you, forcing you to keep your eyes directly on his, leaning down to reach your height, “n’you shouldn’t like me,” he warns, his voice flowing in one of your ears and straight out of the other.
“but, i—”
ghost lifts one of his hands from your shoulders, moving it to gently cradle your jaw, raising a daring brow to you, “you’re price’s kid … m’not good f’you,”
the older man goes to nudge your chin with his knuckle, but you move too fast, catching his thick finger between your sharp teeth with a bubbly giggle. ghost remains silent, internally cursing himself as he decides to test the waters — throw you a bone, i mean, you’ve been nothing short of a sweet little bunny to him.
letting out a sigh, ghost extends his finger, watching with parted lips under his balaclava as your warm mouth and wet tongue close around his finger. you keep your eyes firmly on ghost, slightly hollowing your cheeks with a muffled hum as you slooowly slide your lips off of his thick digit, catching the tip of his index between your teeth, before you press a short kiss to his finger.
“c’mon, bunny,” ghost stands up tall, and with a playful roll of your eyes you can’t help but blush at the masked man, holding your arms up towards him, “gonna be the death f’me, fuckin’ hell,” he surrenders, lifting you by your underarms, your legs instantly swinging around his surprisingly slender waist.
resting your throbbing head against ghost’s, you snuggle into the side of his neck, bringing your hand up to toy with the loose thread that hung from the hem of his balaclava, “can i see your face, jus’ once?”
simon continues making his way to his bedroom, each of his steps heavy, but careful, “when y’wake up, ask me and maybe i’ll show y’my face, how’s tha’ sound, pet?” he coaxed, lightly patting your bottom as he leans down, laying you onto his mattress.
you let out a sleepy hum, squirming a bit as you find a comfortable position on the lieutenant’s bed, inhaling the lingering scent of his musky cologne that remained with his pillowcase.
ghost watches as you lull yourself to sleep, shamelessly ogling at the hem of his shirt that now bunches up above your lower back, your full plump ass on full display, your skimpy pink panties nearly swallowed by your soft asscheeks and puffy pussy.
clearing his throat, ghost brings a hand to your core, hooking a prodding finger through your damp little panty, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulls down his balaclava just below his mouth, “y’asleep, bunny?”
shifting your leg a bit higher, you wiggle your ass cutely, “no,”
“good,” simon kneels onto the bed, grateful for the darkness as he watches you peek from your pillow, searching for any sign of his face.
ghost lets out a pathetically hungry groan as he stuffs his face into your panty-covered pussy, inhaling deeply as he hooks your leg around his neck, suffocating himself in your sweet warmth.
AN-Everytime I write something for this pairing it's in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
Also could be seen as a prequel to this.
Warnings: age gap (legal), uhhh idk anything else
There had always been something a little off about Simon. Something dark, mean and hungry that he kept locked away in his chest with barbed wire. But that beast was knocking at his ribs, bashing it's boney head into his chest till he gave an audible hiccup.
And it was all because of her.
The Captain's daughter.
Back from uni at the same time that Simon was having to occupy the guestroom due to a maintenence issue in his flat.
Rooms right next to one another in the Price home.
Some might call it fate, he calls it torture.
"I think I remember your dad telling you not to go to the party." He glanced over at her wilted in his passenger seat, bottom lip practically touching her chin with how far it was out and quivering. "I think I specifically remember him calling your boyfriend a jobless wanker."
Simon squeezed the steering wheel when he heard the watery sigh.
"I know that, but he likes me." She mumbled half heartedly and Simon barked out a laugh.
"Is that why you found him with his prick in another girl?" Simon asked and he heard her breath hitch hard and stutter. He'd gone too far. He always went too far.
He felt something lance hot through his chest and he exhaled letting his knuckles relax on the steering wheel. Forcing himself to listen to the little quiet sounds of her sniveling behind her hand.
"Let her have him. He was probably bad in bed anyways." Simon tried to keep the advice casual because the thing in his chest curled tightly around his heart and squeezed. Nearly making him say "Be with me instead. I bet you've never been fucked by a man like me."
The air is quiet as he turns onto the long driveway. Save for her quiet sniffles and the quiet crunch of gravel under tires.
"All guys are bad in bed now a days. Too many podcasters told them women cant cum and they believe it." She sniffled beside him.
Simon feels his fucking dick twitch in his jeans like it's some kind of personal challenge.
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He was going to go to bed. And then he got greedy.
"I thought all men were bad in bed, huh?" He hooks his middle and ring finger up into that spongey spot that has her squealing behind his hand. A fresh gush slipping down his tattoos and out onto her flowery bedspread. "I thought women couldn't cum?" He takes the hand from her dripping pussy and slides it into her mouth. Her lips suck around his fingers so roughly that Simon imagines shooting his Captain just so he can have her all to himself.
Her hand reaches out palming at Simon and it brings him back to reality. Back from the cold place his mind had slipped into and back to the near stifling heat of her bedroom.
"Not tonight," he grunts against her hair line as he grabs her wrist away from him and pins it next to her head "I can't have your daddy hear me defiling his sweet little birdie."
dbf!Simon Riley who has always kinda just been around. Your father and him have been good friends for years, always coming over and hanging with the family, no one minds. You’ve always been comfortable with him, interested in his company and found him attractive of course.
dbf!Simon Riley who can’t help but start to notice you more so as you’ve gotten older and become of age. Well, he always thought you were endearing and a sweet girl, never in a creepy way- but now that you’ve developed into a 20 something, he sees you in a new light. You’re the same way but with him too. Sure, you’ve had your little fantasies about the older man, but now as a grown woman you were determined to be seen different, and now to act on them.
dbf!Simon Riley who agreed to come over on his motorcycle one summer day and help your dad with his truck. Only, your father had to run and aid with work, asking you to help Simon with whatever he may need. Leaving the two of you alone together, a hot, sweaty Simon shirtless before you and yourself in a little sundress. Truly intentional on both sides.
dbf!Simon Riley who comes into the living room to ask for some water, just in his jeans. The sight makes you shift in your seat on the couch, twisting your legs together to help alleviate the ache between them. Fuck, he looks so good. You wonder how he’s never been married in all these years, cause certainly you can’t have been the only interested party.
dbf!Simon Riley who watches as you writhe on the couch, trying desperately as to not gawp at him. Yet he makes an effort to let you know he’s very much interested. You’re alone together, you two know each other well enough, you’re hot, he’s hot - why not? He’s wanted you for longer than he would care to admit. He just needs you to make the first move over him. Especially with your dad, him not wanting to be creepy and all... but Simon very much wants you.
dbf!Simon Riley who never breaks his gaze on you, watching as your eyes darted everywhere to the floor to his defined arms, to the door to his pants. It makes him smirk at how coy you're being with him, but he's not a patient man today.
dbf!Simon Riley who approaches you from across the room, your eyes shooting up to meet his. They widen as he kneels before you, his toned stomach just pressing against your knees, as if he's asking to be let in. You're embarrassed as you slowly spread them for him, a clear wet spot outlined on your panties. But Simon can only cuss under his breath at the sight, fuck- just for him? He feels like a lucky man indeed. He leans in closer to you, hovering just above your lips, daring you to please make this a reality. Finally, the man you've dreamed of after all this years, he wants you too. So how could you be expected to resist?
dbf!Simon Riley who moans into your mouth at your contact, pushing you back onto the couch until you're trapped beneath him. His length straining against his pants, grinding against your core. He can't help but want to explore every inch of you now that you've given him permission- your breasts, your throat, your folds. It doesn't take long for him to push your dress up and your soaked panties down, along with his belt and jeans discarded. Simon needed you now, no time to take you to the bedroom. He thinks that he'll have plenty of time for that later.
dbf!Simon Riley who brings your legs to his chest as his thick length slips into you, pumping deeply, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. He's absolutely determined to make you forget everything but his name in this moment. God, he wants all of you, and he's certain 1000 times with you will never be enough. Simon thinks you look so gorgeous taking him over and over again till the tears start to leak from your eyes, till you're begging for one more release. His girl now, he thinks.
dbf!Simon Riley who thinks about taking you out on his bike together, who thinks about waking up to you in the morning and sneaking kisses when your parents aren't looking. All while making you cum around his cock, your back arching and mouth falling open. Till he fills you up and you're squeezing him relentlessly.
No, he's never been the relationship type, but he thinks deep down maybe you'll be the one to change his mind.
Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰
MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>
and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!
i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!
totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://
you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.
or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.
or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.
(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)
So I opened a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and I immediately thought about DBF!Simon. Def the type who would smoke it like after sex, (smoking hot) walking to the balcony to light a cigarette with the moonlight shining on his sweat-soaked body. And you’re just laying there on the bed broken because that man is so good at doing what he does he broke your pussy and he’s just fucking smoking like it’s nothing.
SCREECHING :"(((
simon's huge broad frame illuminated by the moonlight, overlooking the city as the cigarette lays between his fingers. a soft hum leaving his lips recalling just how your pretty body writhed and squirmed under him crying out for more. he shouldn't be doing this, he knows that. still, a ring of smoke passes his lips before he pressed the butt of the cigarette against the wall, discarding it away before he turned back to you. the sight of you catching your breath on the bed strokes his ego and with a deep chuckle, he took another step back into the room again.
you allow your eyes to roam how his huge muscles bulged when he flexed and tensed them, the small red marks painted on his skin from how intense he had pleasured you, watching how cocky he was without even saying anything. he knew what he wanted and it was you.
simon riley certainly had been different then what you had expected. you never thought an older man would ever be in your cards. you could never go for someone who was the age of your father let alone for one of his friends. though now you couldn't never turn back from simon. no, he was a drug and you were hooked on his taste.
your eyes trailed down his abdomen, across his v line and to happy trail that disappeared down his sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist. wanting to go again but knowing just how sensitive you were
"is my little lovie all tired out, hm?" simon cooed, crawling back into bed and pulling you against him again. the smell of smoke with his musk was one that couldn't be describe yet set your soul on fire everytime you breathed him in. he held you securely over his chest, brushing your hair out of your face. you didn't reply, just basking within each others glow and the serenity that came with it after how he fucked you so well.
"told you your legs would be too sore to walk on" his tone is a murmur but it holds amusement, proud of himself for following through on his promise. though he peppers you with plenty kisses accompanied with a gentle massage. your tired laugh calls to him like a siren and he gives you a gentle kiss on your lips, caressing your face with such a tenderness it makes you absolutely melt in his arms <33
you were spoiled rotten — a prissy little princess who always got her way, your massive daddy issues seeping into your dynamic with ghost. the hardened lieutenant held a little gooey spot for you in his cold heart, he catered to your every whim, you’d started going to him, instead of your own father for the little things, like doing an oil change on your car, fixing your leaky faucet haha, shit, the masked man had even started giving you money for your hair and nails, to which you’d sneakily slip back into his wallet when he wasn’t looking.
but, simon was privy to your situation with your father, captain price — he was well aware to how john would overcompensate for not having been there for you in your younger days, indirectly creating a pretty little monster who didn’t take well to not getting her way. so, ghost took it upon himself to tell you ‘no’ every now and again, toughen you up a bit.
he just wasn’t prepared for the pure mouthy attitude you’d send his way, once he did it.
you had been adamant about wearing this one specific outfit to the gym, these ridiculously small white ‘workout’ shorts that hugged your puffy pussy and rode up your ass, the fat of your asscheeks poking out under the seamless hem of the shorts. not to mention, a matching white compression shirt that was essentially a glorified crop top that barely reached under your tits. you looked ravishing, the bright white clashing against your bronzed caramel-like tone — but, fuck, simon was never going to allow you to wear such revealing clothing, especially not when he couldn’t be around to watch over you.
“aren’t they sooo cute, papi?” you gasp, doing a cute spin in front of the stone-faced man, you bright smile faltering a bit as you take in his silence, “y’dont like it,” you follow simon’s gaze down to your exposed cameltoe, quickly tugging down on the hem of your shorts, which didn’t do much to help your case.
with a tilt of his head, simon lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “if y’thought tha’ i would let y’wear tha’ …” he brings his arms to fold behind his head, leaning back against the headboard, “s’not happenin’, lovie,” he decides, not missing the way you flinch at his words, your eyes now big and full of questions.
“wha— but, why?” you shift, the non-compliant hem of your shorts bouncing up into the crevice when your plush thighs and hips join.
with a shrug, simon keeps his stern eyes directly on yours, “‘cause i won’t be around t’watch you, so don’t ask again,” he warns, bringing his arms down with an annoyed grunt as you huff, frustrated tears already brimming at your water line.
parting your lips to speak, to step closer to the older man laying before you, “but—”
“i said no,” he speaks, his voice raised just a bit, his tone firm and strict. your bottom lip pokes out, quivering a little as your eyes narrow, a stray sniffle crinkling your nose, “y’can change or y’can come back t’bed with me,” simon adds, stretching his neck with a few pops!
you weren’t sad, just frustrated. you completely understood ghost’s reasoning, but him being so mean strict was something that you were definitely not used to. and, you couldn’t let him have the last word, you just had to mouth off at him, push him just a little bit.
“well, you don’t tell me what to do,” you sniffle, knuckling your tears from your now bloodshot eyes, before quickly turning away from ghost and storming out of the bedroom, “pendejo,” you mumble under your breath.
with a humored nod to himself, ghost smiles, “s’tha right, pet?”
it wasn’t long before you returned to the lieutenant’s bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts, your swollen cried-out eyes avoiding meeting his as you crawl onto the bed, sitting right on the heels of your feet. like the defeated bunny you were, you poke your finger into simon’s rib.
earning a forced groan of acknowledgment, you sigh, making your way to lay flat on your stomach, between simon’s beefy legs, you chin resting on his happy trail, the trimmed hairs prickling you, “i’m sorry,” you blink up at ghost.
he stares down at you, his expression blank as he wordlessly slides hand through your hair, gently gripping at your roots, pulling your head up and backwards, a gasp-like moan leaving your lips as you watch ghost lean up, still gripping your hair.
“i want it, papi,” you pout.
now sat up from his previous position, the older man takes his free hand and softly pinches the apple of your cheek, “m’gonna give it t’ya a bit easier, yeah?” he coos, rubbing your cheek.
with a sick smile, you nod.
cursing himself internally, ghost cradles your cheek oh so lovingly. price would probably snipe ghost on sight if he saw what ghost was about to do to you, but fuck, you loved this shit.
so, ghost sent a quick slap to across your cheek, your head whipping to the side, despite this being the most held-back strike ghost had ever taken in his life. but, he was a highly trained soldier, a 6’4, 200 plus pound tank of a man whose hand could cover the entirety of your face.
a squeaked out cry left your lips, fat warm tears clouding your doe-eyes. but, you weren’t hurt, the shock of the slap just caught you off guard.
“fuckin’ hell, baby,” ghost is quick to maneuver himself to pull you into his arms, “hate doin’ tha’ shit t’ya,” he mutters into the top of your head, cradling you close to his chest.
and it was true, ghost wasn’t too keen on your little slapping kink. you’d never slapped him, and he was hyper aware of his strength and what he could do to you. so, ghost only reserved giving into you for when he could tell you absolutely needed it. he’d only ever slapped you once or twice before — and he hated it, beating himself up for even going along with it for days on end, he couldn’t even make eye contact with you, let alone captain price.
with your face pressed into ghost’s chest, you let out a choppy breath, “m’okay,” you spoke, your sweet voice muffled by the bulging muscles of ghost’s pecs.
keeping his lips pressed firmly into the crown of your head, his eyes shut tight, “don’t ever wanna do tha’ t’ya again, i mean it,” he grunts, scratching at your scalp lightly, “let me have a look, lovie,” ghost squeezes your waist.
pulling your head from his chest, you raise your head, your pretty face slightly tainted by the red hand print that now blushed your cheek. watching ghost’s eyes widen, your shake your head, “no, mi amor, m’okay, i promise,” you pull down his balaclava, peppering quick kisses to his chapped lips.
simon keeps a warm hand on your ass, grounding himself with random squeezes and kneading into the plush skin as you kiss him, “bunny—”
“no more slapping, w-we can try different things,” you press another kiss to ghost’s lips, before pulling his balaclava to cover his nose and mouth. wordlessly, you reach for both of ghost’s hands, pulling them up to cradle both sides of your face, “you see? it doesn’t hurt — i’m not scared,” you send ghost a desperate smile, searching his eyes for any sign of him forgiving himself.
ghost sits still, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks, his eyes blank, “i don’t mind roughin’ y’up in bed, love,” he sighs, “but, hitting you — markin’ up tha’ pretty face of yours, i can’t do that,” he explains calmly, mushing your cheeks together as you take in his words with an obedient nod, your bright eyes set right on his.
“can’t even bring m’self t’look at you or y’dad,”bringing his hands down to each of your soft thighs, simon rubs his hands up and down the supple skin, his hands sliding up to find the swells of your ass cheeks, “f’ya really need it, or y’act up, y’get spankings instead, how’s tha’ sound, pet?” he plants his fingers firmly into your ass, softly spreading your asscheeks apart.
biting into your bottom lip, you smile with a nod, “sounds good,” you giggle, your clit aching against ghost’s hard abdomen as he continues to fondle you.
letting out a dry chuckle, ghost can’t help but smile under his mask as you plop yourself onto his chest once more, smacking wet kisses all over his exposed skin. the brief moment of lovesick bliss getting cut short by the loud trill of ghost’s phone ringing.
oh 1000000% dbf!ghost loves eating you out and i mean he LOVES it … he takes his time, savors every drop of you, plus if he really devoured you the way he truly wanted to, you definitely would have blown your guys’ cover by now :3 oops
dbf!simon making you choke on his fingers after you’ve been mouthy and rude because you don’t deserve his cock :((
rewrote this a billion times and idk how i like it :// so cute though <33
"aww what's the matter? where's that attitude gone now, princess?" his tone was cocky, daring you to get mouthy with him again. but he just laughs when he gets another whiny moan in response, pushing his index finger in a little further into your willing mouth. he had you on his thigh, pretty and half naked but he was still in his uniform. still you grind your hips against his thigh hoping for some relief for the building ache growing by the second. he's so cruel, he stops your hips, keeping you still with his finger pressing against your tongue. you hadn't expected his hand to be quite so big, his finger taking up a fair amount of space inside your mouth, making it difficult to get any words apart from broken sounds
"what's the matter lovie? you want me to fuck you over my lap, is that it?" he taunts with amusement, pulling his finger out a little to give you a breath and then slamming them back into your mouth again. you suck them as best as you can in your needy state, your fingers holding his wrist while he groans softly encouraging you further. add his middle finger, both digits were sliding over your tongue, chuckling at the mess you were making on his lap. but even like this, he still taste amazing. you were absolutely insatiable when it comes to him. and he was absolutely enamoured at just how pretty you looked for him, how gorgeous you were in your needy state
"you look so beautiful when you're desperate f'me, lovie" simon finally removed his fingers, one hand lazily unbuckling his belt while the other holds your hips steady. not before taking his own tongue dipping out to take a taste of you first <3
