nasty pervert reader and simon who matches your freak
simon is sipping on some new drink, it’s really colorful and you have a suspicion that kyle and johnny gave it to him
you slide into the empty space next to him on the couch and look up at him with the most innocent look you can muster
“can i have some, pretty please?” you even bat your eyelashes for good measure, the grin on your lips widening as he looks at you with a lifted brow
he moves the arm holding the bottle to hand it to you and let you drink from it on your own, but you lean away, turning your face to the other side with a grumpy noise
he whispers a curse, pulling the drink back to sip on it, and you turn your head back to him with a pout, mouth opening to complain and spew bullshit
only for your words to die in your throat when he pulls you closer from the back of your neck, lips locking as he lets the drink drip down your mouth, and you have the audacity to moan (at the feeling? at the taste? at the action? we’ll never know)
“tastes good but you have to do it right, yknow? like you gonna do something you better do it we-”
a hand grabs your hair, pulling your head back before he meets your lips again, your head leaning so far back you can’t do more than swallow more of the drink that gets spilled down your throat, heat curling in your core












