Hello hello hello!! Kinktober day 10: Glory hole/Stuck/Body writing 👅 and Simon again… because i’m lazy and idrk how to write others that well. YET. ..
FEM!Reader!
Working at a place like this meant moving a lot.
Taking shelter in abandoned homes and waste-lands during cold nights, to setting camps in forests during the worst weathers to avoid the enemies surrounding.
It meant being everywhere, making no mistakes, being quiet, being stealthy, and being able to hide when needed.
So—when a distant gunshot rang nearby while you were out—far out from the rest of the team—you hid. Faster than your rational thought process.
You dove behind bushes. A tree, a hole rotted through the centre of it leading into a darkened, hidden area—the perfect hiding place, right?
That is, until you got stuck mid shove through the tree. Fuck.
It caught at your hips, your torso and up making it through the gap—but everything else? Exposed behind you, out of your line of vision.
The rotten wood pulled at you as you tried to break free. It creaked and chipped, but was too hard, too sharp to slither out of. Oh, goodness.
It felt like hours—which, was probably just minutes—before you heard the heavy footsteps of someone behind you. Fear tingled at the base of your spine.
‘oh, fuck, birdie,’ his familiar voice rang, ‘i thought you died. everyone heard the shot and sent me out to get you,’ he murmured. Simon.
The tingling ran up your spine like electricity, the fear melting into lava ran to your gut. Even though you couldn’t see him—the vision of him, feeling his eyes on your most sensitive spots—made stars spark your eyes.
He walked forward. Hands went to your hips, held them still as he pressed his waist against you. You had to hold your breath.
‘alright…’ he breathed, ‘stay still.’
He tugged you back. His hips rocked against yours as he tried his best to force you out. It felt lewd, the way his junk slotted so perfectly against you. A steady throb started in your gut, a slick heat starting to pool.
Out of all times…
He tried again. His fingers dug into your skin, his hips pressing tight against yours as he tugged. No budge.
‘my gods, birdie, how tight did you wedge yourself in here…?’ he muttered, so quietly it was as if he was talking more to himself then he was you.
His hips didn’t move, but you felt his cock begin to stir.
Though you couldn’t see his face, you could imagine what he looked like—eyebrows furrowed, cheeks beginning to flush.
The arch of your back was purely instinctive. It drove his hands a little further, grabbing you around the torso. His hips accidentally rolled.
His fingers were so cold against your torso, the small moan and shiver was a total accident.
He paused. ‘… so naughty, lovie..’ he whispered against the cold night air. Your heart raced. In tune with the throb of your cunt.
He slowly bent down. Leaned closer to where you were wedged, though you couldn’t see his face and he couldn’t see yours—simply so you could hear him better.
‘…. may i?’
Oh goodness indeed.
It took no shorter than a minute for him to strip your shorts to your ankles, your brand-new panties ripped and thrown somewhere to the side.
His tongue was awfully hot against your skin. A single stroke of his tongue through your puffy folds sent sparks through your whole body.
He ate like a starved man. His fingers dug into your skin as he shoved his tongue into your sopping cunt, his tongue pressed flat against the heartbeat deep in your heat.
You throbbed against his tongue, and it made your thighs shake how good it felt when he flicked his tongue against that sweet spot—dragging his tongue all the way back from that spot to suck your slick into his mouth.
He moaned.
‘taste so fuckin’ good, baby..’
His lips locked around your clit, sucking harder than ever. Knees bucked, eyes rolled.
He grinned. You could hear it in the way he laughed as you shook.
His tongue slowly went through your folds again. Not deep enough to make you feel good—just deep enough to make your head spin.
A whimper echoed in the forest. A beg, his name woven somewhere in your jumbled sentence, followed after.
Oh, it drove him wild.
So of course he got off his knees faster than light.
Of course his belt came off and tightened in his hands—and of course—the throbbing head of his cock met your entrance, and with one smooth, aggressive slam—he buried himself to the hilt.
He was fast. He gave no time to breathe, no time to get your own thoughts straight—before he started to hate-fuck you further into the tree.
His angry tip dragged against that soft, spongy spot deep inside of you—before it slammed all the way in, poking at your cervix.
A moan ripped through you. He didn’t relent until he saw you gush around him, cuming with a scream—before he dragged his fingers through your folds and sucked them clean.
Another shot rang somewhere in the distance. He pulled his cock out clean with a lewd pop—before slapping his hand right against your puffy and open cunt and grinning.
‘alright, baby, we gotta get going before they come looking for the both of us,’ he kissed the base of your spine, ‘but i’ll carry you so your back isn’t sore.’ his voice was sickly sweet.
His hands gripped the bark of the tree as he started to pry you out.
But he still made sure to wipe your tears of pleasure—and held his word, carrying you all the way back to camp.
a/n: holy guacamole 😟 #notproofread