Oh this is old and Tribus' outfit isn't that anymore oops But I still love this piece and I worked hard on it dammit 😭
All the Descendants getting got, well their peets anyway lol I just wanted to show off different reactions from them all on that one spot :3c As you can see Duo is the worst lol
I missed their first hate sex where Simon gets choked and insulted in every foreign language that Hex knows 😌
Ooo - now you’re talking baby.
Rough sex, choking, premature ejaculation
“ебанько!!”
You’re hissing at him, arching over his body like a cobra about to rush through long grass, spitting out words in languages he’s not familiar with. Russian? Maybe a few furious insults in German?
Who cares honestly - when in spite of your obvious resentment - you’re taking him to the hilt, cunt squeezing his cock until he sees stars, his mouth slack with the furious sound of your drenched core working his shaft.
It’s rare Simon Riley is tongue tied. Even rarer for him to indulge in angry fucks with girls like you. All bark and plenty of bite, finally he had your body where he deeply desired it, underneath him, trying to stifle your moans in the back of your hand.
Until you flipped him onto his back instead. That’s fine. The lady wants to ride, he’ll give her a good, thigh trembling rodeo.
Except it hasn’t entirely worked out that way. Instead he’s the one whose legs are about to give out. Simon has long since given up trying to make them thrust up into you. Big palms are wrapped in the sheets, knuckles white while the tendons stand out with the pressure.
You told him you didn’t want to see his face, also fine. Mask stayed on.
Except now every fibre of his being wants to drag your mouth to his, give you nasty kisses. Anything frankly to distract from the fact he’s about to cum if you keep up this pace.
Your hips flick wickedly and he groans without being able to prevent it leaving his lips. Sweaty, writhing, you place a brutal love bite on his collar bone and the urge to spill becomes frantic.
Asking you to slow down would be a mistake. A chink in his armour. He needs to stay focused, imagine all of the kings and queens of England to steady his proverbial hand.
That doesn’t work. The heat of your pussy is mesmerising, strikes him dumb, warm and wet, so much better than his gritty and rough hand.
“I hate you! Arschgeige!”
You miss the way Simon’s eyes become entirely black at that insult, pupils swollen and lids heavy. He is an Arschgeige, but also you can’t deny this is the best sex you’ve had in a while.
Your nails rake down his stomach, as Simon grabs your arse firmly, sitting you down so heavily on his prick, your cervix gets nudged and you yelp.
A few rough chuckles manage to escape him, expression hidden behind his mask as you make his pubic hair dark with your slick.
In retaliation, you force his head backwards into the pillow, small hand tight against his thick throat, covered in scars that shine silver on the pale skin.
“Fuck! Don’t do tha!”
He absolutely moans it out, then without warning, you feel his spend filling you up, cock twitching as he huffs his way through a blinding orgasm. Toes curling, back bowing in sympathy with it, he cums so hard it nearly spills onto the bed.
A few days later, Nikto and you sit side by side, eating breakfast in the mess. Eating is a strong word, Nikto is watching you devour toast, with the air of a parent supervising a naughty toddler.
“I am surprised the whole base did not hear you.” He growls in Russian, scowling at you like you’ve misbehaved. “I thought you hated him! Now you are fucking like teenagers. Ridiculous and unprofessional.”
“Stop scolding me!” You snap back, again in Russian. “It won’t be happening again anyway. It was just a one time thing to blow off steam.”
“Good. We have a job to do.” Nikto narrows his eyes at you.
“Okay!” Your hands come up in an apologetic gesture. “The job will get done regardless of whether I fuck him or not!”
“You are becoming sloppy, mooning around over Ghost all of the fucking time.”
“Excuse me!” You snarl, poking Nikto in the chest. “I do not moon around over men who cum on the spot from a little light choking.”
Nikto, instead of looking disgusted, is brought up short.
“He did what? Say it again?”
“You heard me.”
He looks ever so slightly sheepish.
“If women do not want us to cum quickly, they should avoid that.” Nikto grumbles, avoiding your eyes.
“Wait a minute!” A grin blooms over your face as you stare at him. “Don’t tell me you’d bust a nut over a hand on your throat?!”
“Be quiet.” He replies firmly. “I do not discuss my sex life thank you.”
“Mores the pity. You and Ghost have a lot in common from the sound of it.”
Nikto nods accidentally, then catches himself and changes it to a scowl.
