BABY BOY (mommykink!Simon Riley x Fem!reader p2 of 3) (p1)
You can't help but huff in amusement at how wobbly he is, swaying around on his feet and having to lean against the bathroom sink to stay up right. while you turn the water on you start hearing russling and jingling behind you, then annoyed whine and Simon's hand tugging at your sleeve "mama...help" you turn around to see him pouting like a child, his hands tremor so much he cant get all the dumb straps of his belt off himself. you tut at him softly and beckon him closer "oh poor thing, don't worry I'll help" he nods and shuffles closer to you.
you reach down and help tug all the straps and buckles off, tossing it to the floor. "here, let me get all rest of this stuff off. god these are heavy" you get most of the rest of his gear off, tossing it all in a pile to be washed later. you run your hands up and down his arms and chest, feeling every muscle, smirking when you feel him intentionally flexing under your grip "wow, aren't you just the strongest boy. what a big boy, such a show off" you tease, knowing that the blush that spreads across his face is not just from the steam.
he smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck with a mumbled thank you, letting you strip him down. he gets into the shower while you begin to undress as well. you glance back at him as you slide your top off "don't be a little perv Simon" you purr at him with a smirk, tossing your clothes on in the pile with him and slipping into the shower right behind him. you feel his body tip back against yours slightly. the both of you just stood there for a moment, feeling wet skin press the wet skin, letting the warm water wash the tension away, you could see Simon finally really letting go but you knew you'd actually have to get clean so you reached over and grabbed the shampoo bottle "turn to me lovely" he hums softly and shifts so he's facing you, his eyes hooded and his shoulders slumped comfortably and he's looking down at you with the cutest little smile. the cuteness aggression is immediate, you just wanna grab his big ol face and squish his cheeks around, but you hold back.
you squirt a dollop of it into your hand, running your fingers through his clipped hair, a slightly grown out buzz cut, was probably out on the filed so long he didn't get the chance to shave it down like usual. he lets out a small moan at the way your fingers work the shampoo into his scalp, you have magic fingers he always says "o-oh fuck mama-more-fucking...yeah mm-please just like that love" it almost gave you whiplash every time Simon did this, truly melted and let his brain turn to mush for you. you feel his hips buck against your stomach softly, you took your eyes and are about to tell him off but you don't get the chance to before his hand is on his cock, eyes rolled back and whines rumbling from his throat. you take your hands off his head and reach down, flicking the top of his hard cock, pulling a strangled sound from him, he tries to grab your hands and put them back on his head "nuh uh" you tut "your getting clean right now your filthy thing, no touching" "mama I'm so fuckin' hard, you cant make me feel so good and not expect me to get hard, I need it please" "no, if you behave and let me get you clean with out humping my goddamn leg or touching your self, mama will make you cum over and over when were done, patience"
he reluctantly agreed, his cock still semi hard and hanging between his legs. he get over it quickly enough when you go back to massaging is hand, lathering the shampoo in good. he grabs the shower head off the wall and hands it over to you., letting you wash all the soap out of his hair. once done with that he's just excited for you to rub the conditioner into his hair "ok there we go, while that sits we're gonna wash your body good, I love you but you sink bad" "mhm..." he's not even listening, just watching with heavy eye lids as you start running the body wash soaked loofah up and down his body, watching it glide across his skin, leaving bubbly little trains behind it, he scoots ever so closer when you hand reaches his lower abdomen "baby" he whispers to you in a gruff distant tone "please...I'll be so good for you" "no" he head drops down and his forehead presses to your shoulder "ugh mama you can do this to me...been stuck with a buncha gross sweaty blokes for months...need a pretty bird, need my pretty bird" "I know I know. shush Simon" he groans and burrys his face deep into your neck, pouting against you like a scolded child. you want to help him you do but he's gotta get all this dirt and who knows what else off him first, he smells rotten and you gotta fix it before any fun happens, hygiene first. your hand freezes on his back when you feel his body shiver against yours. he sniffles and holds you a little tighter "Simon...baby boy are you crying?" you almost smile at how cute he looks when peaks out from your neck "just...one little tug? please lovie? I just love my pretty girl so much...hurts me that I don't get to see her for so long" you almost crack right there, but no that's what he wants, you know it when his hand slides over your hip gently. you reach forward and smack him on the ass, pulling a soft yelp from him. he has the audacity to smirk at you when you look back at him. the fucking brat.
(@katabby hope I have made him whimpy enough for ya)
