B.A.S.—Simon Foster
Simon Foster x fem!reader
content: He’s lying to you. You’re lying to him, but only one of you is really smart enough to figure out the other is lying.
words: 3.2k
cw: MDNI 18+ p in v, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, age gap (reader is in her twenties) infidelity, she is manipulative, often lies, and is not a very good person, but we support woman's rights AND wrongs in this house.
a/n: the entire vibe of this fic is inspired by B.A.S. by Megan Thee Stallion.
Your thumb rubbed against your finger where your engagement ring and wedding band should currently be sitting. Your best friend, Liz, had forced you to take it off telling you it was an eye sore, especially for someone your age to be wearing. You rolled your eyes, but compiled.
She was not wrong. You were supposed to be going to the club every night not playing trophy wife to someone over twenty years older than you. Though you knew life did not always work the way it was supposed to.
Your eyes watched her from across the bar watching as she flirted with a handsome blonde that she no doubt planned to go home with, “It seems your friend ditched you,” a man said, as a body slid into the seat next to you.
You hummed, “That was the plan all along. I was just an accessory for the night,” you said, taking a sip of your drink before turning to face the person to you.
Your eyes trailed over him for a minute appraising him. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that with striking blue eyes, a dark beard and hair. He was probably older, in his forties, you hummed in approval before turning back to your friend.
“You’re too pretty to be an accessory,” he told you, smoothly.
You could see his left hand in your peripheral vision, and though he currently wore no ring there was a white ring around his sun kissed skin allowing you to know exactly what you needed to know, but you did not mind not truly.
You were lying to him.
Just as he was lying to you.
Even without a direct lie muttered yet, the game had already started. You smiled, turning back to him slightly, “Your girlfriend know you're out flirting with young woman?” you questioned.
“No, girlfriend,” he replied, to which you knew wasn’t technically a lie. “Does your boyfriend know he’s let a pretty thing like you stray too far from his sight?”
“Are you saying if you were my boyfriend you would not let me leave your sight?”
“Only a fool would,” he replied, easily, smiling once more as he held your gaze.
You assessed him, your eyes scanning your face, and finally you smiled, easy, not real, but as close as it could get. You did not know exactly what mask to put on yet, but you were sure you could figure it out in no time, “How old are you?” you asked directly.
“Thirty-nine,” he answered, and you assumed that was the truth. He would not say he was that old for a line. Some men would go lower, but he did not choose to. You assumed it was because he believed he had no reason too.
“You could almost be my dad,” you pointed out, smiling as you took another sip of your drink.
“Ouch,” he laughed, shaking his head as he signaled down the bartender, “I’ll take another,” he said holding up this empty bottle, “And she’ll take another,” he said, nodding to your empty drink.
“I’ve never seen you before,” he then said, fully turning toward you.
“I could say the same for you. Well no maybe I’ve seen you at one of my dad’s barbecues,” you said.
He shook his head laughing, “I just moved here,” you told him.
“From where?”
“Is that really what you want to know?” He stared at you, holding your gaze, seeming intrigued by you, “What’s your name?” you then asked.
“Simon. What is yours?” he then asked.
You ignored his question, instead leaning forward invading his personal space, making the sign clear, “Ask what you want too, Simon,” you told him, holding his piercing eyes.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he questioned, an easy smile on his lips.
“Not to do what you want to do. I’m saving myself for marriage,” you told him, the lie so smooth it was believable. You could see it on his face immediately, the change, the thought that this is where the night would end. You leaned back smiling, “But we can go back to my apartment and get to know each other.”
You could see his interest only peak. The thought of the game, of being the first to have you. To ruin you, “Alright,” he nodded, before flagging down the bartender once more. You downed your drink as you pulled your card from your bag.
He pulled his wallet out to pay, but you beat him to it, handing the bartender the card. “On my…dad don’t worry,” you told him with a grin.
“Daddy’s little girl?” he questioned, leaning onto the bar, his eyes flickering over you
“Something like that.”
“You should lock your door,” he told you, as you pushed open the door, never once pulling out any keys.
“Probably,” you shrugged, moving into the apartment, throwing your bag onto the couch, as he shut the door behind him.
“Want a drink?” you asked, moving into the attached kitchen pulling out a bottle of wine.
You watched him look around searching for something that would give any personal information, but he would none.
“Do you have a roommate?” he asked, as you poured each of you a glass of wine.
“No, only one bedroom,” you said, leaning against the counter. There wasn’t much to look at a couch, a book shelf with a few books. There was no kitchen table, there were no extra chairs and if he looked he would find no food in the fridge, but you knew he wouldn't.
He was too busy thinking he was playing his own game. Trying to think of how to get into your pants. He moved toward you taking his glass from your outstretched hand standing in front of you, “I do not do this often,” you lied.
He took a sip of the wine, “Do what?”
“Invite random men home, but…there’s just something about you.”
He grinned, like he had won. You downed the wine before setting it down on the counter next to you. His eyes followed you as he did the same, setting his glass down next to yours. You looked down feigning to be bashful, a complete contrast to the woman at the bar.
You knew this act would not have to last long, his cock already getting hard and soon he would begin to think with that instead of his mind. His fingers moved under your chin before forcing you to look up.
You stared at him for a moment, before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. If he was taken back by the action he did not act it, and you figured you could drop the act now, having him exactly where you needed him.
His hands moved, cradling your face as he pinned you further to the counter. His tongue swept across your bottom lip for entry, and you allowed him in, your hands moving to his chest fingers trailing down his clothed stomach causing him to tense under you.
Your hands moved unbuttoning his shirt, you could feel him grin in the kiss, as he pulled away pulling your shirt from your head. You pushed the material back before running your hands down his toned chest.
His hands moved down to your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down your legs, and your hands moved toward his belt as you kicked the denim onto the floor. You held his gaze as you un-buttoned his trousers, before pushing them down to his feet.
He stepped out of the pool of his clothes, pushing them off to the side. You sank down to your knees as you looked up to him, as your fingers wrapped around the waist band of his boxers before pulling them down.
You did not smile when you pulled his cock free, despite the fact that you wanted to. It was longer than your husband and thicker too. You almost abandoned the thought of sucking it all together, just to feel it inside you, but you wanted his mind to turn further into mush.
You leaned forward pressing a kiss to the tip, before dragging your tongue down his length causing him to groan. You finally leaned forward taking him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks out slightly as
You pushed your thighs together as his groan filled the air as you continued to bob up and down his length, occasionally looking up at him through your lashes, already finding his heated gaze on you.
You could tell he was getting closer to release causing you to finally pull away with a wet pop as you stood back to your feet, wiping the salvia from the side of your mouth, “You gonna stare at me all night or you gonna fuck me?” you questioned, raising a brow.
“I’ll be so gentle,” he promised, confusing you for a minute, but then you remembered you were supposed to be a virgin. You could have laughed that he still believed that lie, but you still did not tell him the truth.
“No, no that’s okay I want my first time to be memorable,” you lied, causing him to grin, as he spun you, pressing your stomach against the counter as he kicked your legs apart. His hands moved around the front of you pushing your panties to the floor.
His mouth moved to nip at your neck as he unclasped your bra before throwing it across the room joining the rest of your discarded clothes.
His cock ran through your slick folds, “You’re soaked,” he muttered.
“No shit,” you replied, causing him to laugh.
He pushed into you without warning causing you to moan out slightly as you gripped the counter top. You could not see his face, but you could feel his smug expression causing you to purposefully clench around him causing him to groan.
He began to thrust into you, fucking you harshly from behind. “Fuck,” you moaned out, pushing back into him further, as his grips around your hips tightened no doubt bound to leave bruises.
“Harder,” you instructed.
He obliged, the sound of flesh slapping against each other filling the room as you could feel his balls hitting your back. You reached around grabbing one of his hands and placing his finger firmly on your clit.
He understood immediately as he began to circle the swollen pearl, causing your toes to curl as the coil in your belly threatened to snap at any moment. “Faster,” you moaned out.
Once more he did as he was told, quickening both his finger and thrusts causing you to moan out, as you felt the waves of relief washing through you. He felt you clamp down around him causing him to moan, his own orgasm claiming him as he spilled inside you.
Both of your ragged breaths filled the room and neither of you moved for a minute. You finally turned back looking at him with a smile, before standing fully wrapping your hand around him to drag him back toward the bedroom. Hopefully his wife did not expect him home at a decent hour.
Simon let out a huff, “I thought you didn’t even like him,” he said as he finished setting the table looking at his wife in confusion. Her former co-worker Doctor Jackson Andrews, was coming over to dinner, something he could not understand fully.
He knew the man had recently returned, but still could not make sense of it. Gemma had never failed to make her displeasure of the man known.
“I don’t, but he went away for five years and now he’s back with a new wife.”
His eyebrows drew together, “So?”
“I’ve heard she’s only a little older than twenty!” she exclaimed, causing him to nod knowingly. The thought was berserk to her, a middle aged man older than themselves being married to someone so young, and no doubt she thought it had something to do with money.
The doorbell suddenly rang and Gemma smiled, moving toward the door. “Simon!” she finally called for him. He sighed making his way out to greet their guests.
“This is my husband,” he could hear her introduce, as he made his way toward the entry way, “Simon, this is Jack’s wife.” The man smiled looking up, but instantly froze as his eyes met your face.
You hardly faltered staring at him with a small smile, “Nice to meet you, Simon,” you greeted, causing his blood to go cold.
Dinner was a painful event. Well, for Simon Foster anyways. Gemma conversed you with a flood of questions, and it was easy to tell she was judging you. He could tell you were well aware, but did not let your face show it answering her questions.
His eyes had stayed on the obnoxiously large diamond on your hand all night watching it reflect in the dining room light, “I know you said you grew up in London, but where are you parents from?”
You shrugged, “My parents died when I was two I don’t know much about them,” you told her, with a shrug, your eyes flickering up to Simon as you watched his jaw tick as you revealed yet another lie from last night.
“I’m sorry, where is your bathroom?” you asked, pushing your chair back.
“I can show you,” Simon instantly volunteered, which he was guessing is what you were hoping for.
You two made it out of the dinning room no longer in view of them when he stopped, “You’re fucking married?” he questioned, turning toward you.
“You’re seriously mad that I’m married?” you questioned, your arms crossed over your chest as you raised a brow, your eyes looking around at the framed photos of him and his wife, even their son, “That’s actually hilarious,” you told him.
“Whose apartment did we fuck in?” he questioned, running a hand through his hair.
You smirked at how panicked he seemed, “Mine. Jack owns the building.”
“You still lied to me!” he hissed, taking another step toward you, almost having the pair of you chest to chest. You would have been more worried about the other two, but you could hear their voices still talking to each other as they talked about something that they no doubt both thought was too intelligent for the pair of you.
You nodded, “Oh, my poor baby, and you’re not a liar?” you ask, taking a step toward him, “What do you call what you do to your darling wife then? I would almost feel bad for her if she had not spent all night judging me,” you told him.
He let out a ragged breath wanting to take the conversation away from him, and how he was in the wrong just as much as you were, “Leave him,” he then instructed.
You stared at him a monet your eyebrows daring together, “Are you fucking serious?” you asked, causing him to nod, “Leave her,” you counter, laughing slightly, as you watch his jaw tick slightly.
“Done,” he lied straight through his teeth. You watched his face, and it was almost believable, almost, but that bull shit would not work on you, not in the slightest.
You smirked, “You’re a liar, but don’t worry I’ll be sure to think of you while he fucks me tonight. I imagine you’ll do the same,” you muttered, going to turn from him to head back to where both of your significant others currently talked.
His hand reached out wrapping around your throat, your head meeting the back of the wall causing you to grin at him, his fingers digging in your flesh, “Careful Perfect Simon you are going to cause a scene,” you told him.
He held you for a moment and you watched your words flutter through his brian for a moment before finally letting you go, “Leave him. I–I will take care of you” he stammered out.
You laughed as you stared at him for a moment thinking he was joking, but you saw the serious expression on his face causing you to nod, “My ring alone is worth more than anything you’ve ever owned…how could you possibly take care of me the way he does?”
You smirked watching him splutter, “If you wanna fuck you have my number, but I’m not fucking leaving him, ever,” you told him. It should have been the end of the discussion, but you could tell he was getting frantic. He did not like the idea of sharing you, but him fuckign both you and his wife was a different story.
“I’ll tell him!” he suddenly declared, getting desperate. He would not actually tell him, and you knew that, but he wanted to throw that in your face than you would throw it in his. He wanted to drag you low, but did not know you could always go lower.
He watched you waiting for you to freeze, to start to apologize for recent actions, but you took a step forward, your hand moving to connect with his face, his face swinging to the side. “Then I’ll make sure to send your wife the nice video of you I have. Of course my face is completely covered. I wouldn’t wanna take away from the star of the show,” you told him, taking a step back.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, and you could immediately see the panic in his face, causing a sense of satisfaction to fill you.
Before you could answer you heard your name called out, you turned with a smile the mask from dinner being placed on flawlessly it almost made Simon’s head spin. Your husband appeared in the hallway, his eyes flickering between the pair of you.
“Everything alright?” he asked, moving to slide in next to you, his hand splaying across your waist possessively.
“He was telling me about Tom’s football, and we just got to talking, you know how I am,” you said, with a grin. You looked innocent, sweet even.
Simon watched the interaction in something close to awe. The way you controlled the environment and how he was so clueless as he fell for it. Just like Simon had fallen for it, and no donut every man fell for it. You were a chameleon adjusting to your environment flawlessly.
“I think my wife could fill a room with conversation from herself,” your husband joked.
You let out a laugh, and it almost sounded real, “I’m tired. Is it alright we head out, my love?” you asked, looking up to him with a smile.
“Of course, dear,” he told you, before casting Simon a polite smile, the pair exchanging a friendly handshake, “Let me go say good night to Gemma,” he told you.
You turned back giving the man a hug as you heard your husband, steps carrying into the other room, “If you get bored you know my number,” you whispered into his ear, biting the lobe before pulling away with a real grin, smug before you turned walking towards the door.
You had not even pulled out of the driveway when your phone buzzed, and you instantly recognized the number as Simon’s causing you to almost let out a laugh.
Unknown Number
Same place as last time?
You
Who is this?
Your phone then rang causing you to smile as you turned the device off completely, before turning to your husband, “Gemma invited us back next week.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely. I cannot wait. You should give me Gemma’s number. It will be nice to be in close contact with her, incase I ever need to send her something.”
tags: @sem-ra @ghostlybfgf @tian-monique @dixie-elocin @sacha1slytherin @xkatherinexo @justmasblack
