needy simon ! 18+ mdni! guys i need subby men now.
simon’s so whiny when he’s desperate, pawing at you with desperate hands as he rushes home from deployment, leaving desperate kisses on your neck that you know will bruise.
when he finally sinks into you, he moans, his hands shaking as they grip the mattress, his head buried in your bdcj, his curls tickling your face.
his thrusts get harder as you squeeze tight against him, and he rocks his hips against you, “please please pleaseplease” he moans, voice a mess.
“all yours,” you kiss his blonde curls, “simon, you know, i’m not going anywhere.”
“please,” he whines again, so desperate as he thrusts harder, “need you, need you, needyouneedyouneedyouuunh.” and doesn’t pull out when he cums, spurts coming inside you as his chest breaths heavily.
“yeah baby?” you ask him, pouting, before kissing his sweaty curls again, “all yours baby, for you, but calm down—“ you say as he tries to paw at your tits with his sad hands, “i wanna get some hot chocolate with you first.”
Ghost, who had no idea sex was supposed to feel good.
Sure, he always made sure his partners felt good, and it wasnt like he had trouble getting off or anything. But he never cared for it much. Honestly, it was a bit stressful for ghost. Having to lead and guess what his partner wanted and try to tamp down his anxiety about his looks or actions.
Always fun, nice, but never good.
Then he meets you, and you are so different from everything ghost expects. He actually really likes you, sometimes even loves you when his heart settles enough to hear the things he doesnt allow himself to have. Which means ghost doesnt mind at all when some kissing turns into heavy petting into you guiding him to your room.
Hes mentally preparing himself to lead, to be the big strong guy he always is even if its not that fun. Except instead of him pushing you around, you shove ghost to the beg and crawl over his lap. A downright posessive and hungry look in your eyes when you tell him "im gonna make you feel really good, and you're gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, alright?"
And God do you make it good. Suddenly ghost can see why his past partners were so intent on doing this so often. Stars burst behind his eyelids as you work orgasm after orgasm out of him, leaving ghost mindless and happy. He doesnt have to think when ur there, just goes along with you because you make it so so good.
(Later on while ur cuddling he asks if u enjoyed it just as much, and you gently explain the concept of dom and sub to him. Of course the lovestruck fool would care that u also loved it. happy that u do, hes definitely asking for more in the morning lol)
Ghost was trembling heavily, chest heaving. You held him against your chest, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He let out a soft whine.
You had rubber gloves on your hands. They were soaked with lube. You gently rubbed the tip of the sound over Ghost's slit. Poor thing, Ghost already looked all out of it.
Soap sat in a chair a few feet away, watching the show you were putting on for him.
You carefully pressed the tip of the sound into his slit, listening to his high-pitched squeal. Your free hand swept over Ghost's hair to soothe him. Ghost slumped against you, whimpering softly.
"He already looks so fucked out and ye've barely got any of the sound in 'im yet." Soap comments, watching Ghost twitch and whine.
You smirk at Soap, "He always gets like this when I sound him."
You press the sound deeper. Ghost whines, his hips twitching upward. You press a soft kiss to his forehead. You press the sound down to the hilt.
Ghost lets out a pathetic noise. His cock is twitching repeatedly, his tip nearly purple.
"Christ, look at his cock..." Soap groans, jerking his cock to Ghost's whines.
You slowly thrust the sound in and out of Ghost's cock. Ghost repeatedly whines and shivers, trembling in your hold.
"You want to cum, baby?" You ask Ghost, moving the sound at a steady pace. Ghost nods desperately, whining your name softly.
You kept the sound in as you jerked Ghost off. He whined desperately, begging you to take the sound out. "Please, please, please, I wanna cum, please..."
You just sighed, kissing Ghost's temple. You carefully removed the sound. Ghost whines in relief, panting heavily. His cock dribbles precum heavily.
You jerk Ghost off quickly and roughly. Ghost bucks up desperately into your hand, begging to be allowed to cum. You decide to let him cum. You rub his tip with one hand and work his shaft with the other.
Soap laughs at the fucked out expression on Ghost's face. Soap jerks himself off calmly, like he was just watching some porn video he found online.
Ghost bucks up into your hand, spilling his cum all over you. Fucking pathetic how quick he cums.
Ghost is terrified of hurting you because of how big his penis is, so he lets you penetrate him.
Simon had already prepared you earlier. He had spent hours between your legs, pumping one, two, and then three fingers inside you, spreading saliva and your excitement all over your hole. Now, you were naked on the bed as you watched the man in front of you. Your ears picked up the soft sound of his belt unbuckling. Ghost let out a sigh of relief when his hard, heavy member was finally freed. You opened your legs a little wider to make room as he crawled across the bed toward you.
The lieutenant finally realized how deep his length would reach you when it landed on your stomach. He knew he was a big man, in every possible way, but honestly, he never imagined he would one day be in this situation: naked, with another person beneath him, wanting him completely.
His forehead tightened, thoughtful. He doesn't want to hurt you. Never. But with his size, he surely will.
When you questioned the whereabouts of your boyfriend, who had been silent for over a minute, staring at his own cock with a guilty look, he finally explained: he didn't want to do it. There was no way he was going to hurt you. For a moment, you were furious. You were so eager to have him inside you, extremely wet, and you didn't care if it stung a little at first. But when Simon offered to let you penetrate him, since he wasn't going to do it himself? Wow, the smile you flashed was so big that you even forgot why you were mad at him in the first place.
And now he's here, on all fours on the bed, allowing access to his already lubricated hole.
"Is everything okay?" you ask as you easily insert a finger into him. The satisfied moan that echoed from his chest was all you needed to continue.
As his hole stretched, you sped up your movements, and soon you were penetrating him with three fingers. His cock drooled pre-ejaculate, leaving a wet spot beneath him.
When you finally penetrated his hole with your penis/strap-on, this man was in heaven. The sensation of pleasure washed over his body like a wave, and he sighed a long moan when you reached his depths. It felt so good that in less than a minute Simon had already cum.
"Fuck, i-shit." Simon gasped as you held his hips still. The shower head in your hand as you spread his pussy open. He gripped the shower bar as you focused the stream on his clit, the massage setting driving him crazy.
"Feel good baby?" Nipping his ear you moved the head closer. "Going to cum already? Such a sensitive pussy." He came with a cry, deciding to be nice, you took the shower head off him and replaced it with your fingers. Rubbing his clit while he came.
"More! I need more!" He begged. "Need your cock. Please, f-ngh." His pretty eyes rolled back as you slipped into his soaked cunt. "Yes!" His back arched. "Fuck me!"
Sinful sounds left him as you fucked him. His gummy walls squeezing around your cock. He reached out to your hand with the shower head, trying to pull it over but he was always weak after his first orgasm.
Listening to his request, the stream went back onto his clit. His cunt spasmed around you and he tensed, going silent as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Another orgasm tore through him, he desperately grabbed at the shower head and pulled it closer.
"Look at you, so desperate for more." He just gasped as he took it, legs barely stable.
He's behind you, towering over you like the giant he is. His rough hands on your hips pulling you back on his cock, strained grunts falling from his lips. He bends down, one hand tangling into your hair so he can twist your head, see your face. "Say thank you, birdie."
"For what?"
For what?? The answer stuns him, making his brows furrow. "For‐" "For making me feel like every other guy?" You interrupt, almost rude with the way you speak. He doesn't even have enough time to gather himself and speak up before you do again.
"Just get it over with." And when you say that, he growls. Like a fucking mutt being denied its toy.
His thrusts slowed as his frustrations build. How could you say that to him? He's good. Women always say he's good. Makes them feel full, and sated.
The way your walls hug him, warm and wet, your smooth skin against his own.. it's felt like heaven. But the fact you didn't feel it as deep in your bones as he did completely threw him off. It makes his frustrations turn to desperation. Groans trailing off into whimpers, quiet whines that try to express what he's feeling.
Now he wanted to work even harder to make you feel good.
Yet his body was betraying him in every way. His hips were stuttering, no thrust really the same, some were hard and deep, and then he didn't pull out right, then he pulled deeper than possible, slamming into you, before slipping out which was a complete nightmare because he couldn't find the hole again, poking aimlessly around your slit. Fuck.
His hands, normally steady and tactile, now had about the same dexterity as of a toddler. He was grabbing everywhere, like he was searching for something with no idea how to navigate.
You cursed under your breath, what the fuck. And that just broke him. His whimpers turned worse, louder, more desperate. Guilty dog. He did feel pathetic, having no idea where his mind went. It just seemed to slip out off his ears once he realised you didn't like this.
"Okay, Jesus! Get off, lay down," you snapped. Pulling your body away from him, expecting him to comply. And he did, thanking everything that is holy that he got a command. Something to follow, easy, familiar. Pinching the bridge of your nose you watched as he eagerly complied and laid flat on his back. You would've laughed at the imagine if it weren't so frustrating right now. You climbed over him, straddling his thick thighs. Your hand reaching down to line his cock up with your weeping hole. Lips parting in a silent moan once you sunk down.
His hands shoot to your hips when you start grinding down on him, feeling every bump and ridge of your walls. His orgasm came far too soon, catching him so off guard he couldn't even warn you. A sound, more of a mewl than anything, being ripped from his throat, his body tightening as his load filling you, hot and thick. Threatening to seep out the moment you moved.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. I'm about to zip tie your balls," you spat down at him, nails digging into his chest.
He flinched, guilt washing over him as the realisation of what had just happened hit. "Ah- fuck! I didn't mean to, I swear. Fuck, I'm sorry, love." God, you're scary when youre frustrated. "Just gimme a minute, I'll be—" you cut him off once again. Though this time not with words but with a lift of your hips, halfway up before you sink down again.
He's hissing through the feeling, "No, no, wait- nghh, please." Far too sensitive for the rhythm youre setting. But you don't seem to care, he's denied you pleasure and now youre chasing it. And clearly, you're not about to compromise that.
The sounds echoing in the room are obsence, the squelch of your arousal and his cum leaking out of you, forming a white ring around his base. Simons whimpers while he desperately tries to put his mind back together, mixing with your breathy moans when you finally manage to get his cock to hit that sweet, gummy spot inside of you.
"Make yourself useful," your hand comes down his wrist, dragging his hand away from your hip and down to your heat. Excepting him to get the hint. And thank God he did, cupping your inner thigh while his thumb gathered some of the slicky substance all around, lubing up your puffy clit so he could draw slow circles around the bundle of nerves. "Good boy."
You shift to squad above him instead, "Speed up," you croon, while doing the same. Bouncing up and down faster, making sure to repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside. His thumbs speeds up, firm and constant. But so do his hips, thrusting up into you, trying to meet your rhythm. You were gonna kill this man. Either through pleasure or anger. "That ain't what I asked for, is it?" "Sorry, sorry, sorry. You're just.. so good. So good, love. Feel so perfect 'round me."
Its absolutely torture for him to stay still, to keep his hips on the matrass when youre making him feel so good. But he's eager to please now. So he takes a deep breath, focusing on your body instead of his own. And it's worth it. The way your eyebrows furrow, the way those pretty lips fall open, the way your breath stutters, and the way you clench around him when you come, all of it is heavenly. "That's good... that's right," you praise breathlessly. The way your cunt is pulsing around him and the relief of making you feel good has him coming undone again. It's almost painful how hard he comes, it has his legs trembling and his eyes screwing shut tighlty.
"Don't get off," he protest weakly once you lift your hips. He doesn't want to lose that feeling. And his hands are urging you to stay down. His frown is almost pitiable when you get off nonetheless. Slumping against the headboard next to him. "Say thank you."
Oh, you're mean, throwing his words back at him. "Thank you. Thank you, dove. Felt so good." You did deserve it more than him.
His eyes wander down, his flaccid cock glistening, cum stuck in his blonde pubes. And then they wander over to you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath, biting back the urge to suck on your hard nipples, to lick around the soft skin. He cant see much between your legs, your pretty thighs covering most of it from his point of view. And he truly cant help it. He shifts, slowly, the bed creaking lowly under his weight. He grabs your leg, spreading your legs so he can settle between them. Peppering kisses along your inner thighs, while his hands knead the supple flesh, the flexing muscles underneath.
"What's that gonna be, hm?" You hum in suprise, raising your eyebrows at him. A hand coming down to his shoulder, gliding along the tattooed skin until it reached the back of his neck. Wrapping around it, thumb playing with the little hairs along his hairline. "An apology."
"An apology? Huh. Won't find me complaining about that." He groans at the breathy laughter that follows. Everything about you is just so beautiful. His hand guides your leg to lay over his shoulder. His tongue flattening as it reaches your pussy. "I'll make it up to you," He assures, though he's not even sure if you hear him, it's all mumbled into your cunt. Before his tongue slips between your lips, poking at your stretched hole, leaking with both of your orgasms.
You tense up at the sound that follows, cringing at how filthy it is. If that's how he slurps up his own sperm you make a mental note to never eat soup with him. Yeesh. Your hand tightenings on his neck when he tries to push himself closer to you, wanting to get deeper, to taste more of you, be completely surrounded by you.
He is a good kisser though, eagerly devouring your folds. And you almost want to tug him up for a proper kiss. Almost.
Hes making sure to get every every bit from you, every sweat drop, every drop of slick arousal gathered around your crotch. Theres no way he hasn't swallowed a pube or two. But he isn't even noticing. Too lost in the taste. And the feeling of your hand gripping his hair, pulling him closer, encouragement to just keep going.
The hand that isn't firmly holding your legs over his shoulder sneaks with him between your legs, thick fingers pushing past your entrance. Callouses grazing your soft insides. Lips suctioning around your clit briefly. Before his tongue takes over, lapping up and down until your hips are grinding against it, wanting more and more.
Just before he can get desperate for your praise again you speak, "just like that, sweetheart. Now youre doing good." Boy, if he had a tail it'd be wagging like crazy like now. "Don't stop, dont you dare stop. M'close," you moan, words barely coming out right when his fingers finally find the spot, and hes not shy to abuse it. Quickly curling against it again and again until your back arches. His eyes shoot up, no way in hell he's missing your orgasm.
He prefers this one over your first, simply because of the pressure of your thighs clamping down on his head, and his lips being right at the source of what's holy to him. And now he's got a taste for it...
So when you try to pull away to come down again, he pulls you close again, pressing your hips against the matress, his eyes are more pupil than anything as he looks up at you. "I ain't done, birdie."
subbot!ghost that's shy about how loud he can be >< he can barely see with tears in his eyes because you're making him feel so good :(( domtop!m!reader with prompt 10! take ur time <33
SIMON RILEY X TOP!READER
prompt, let me hear you
“Fuckin’ hell, luv,” Simon groans, large hand wrapping around the back of your neck. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut and he drags out a whine. “Yeah?” Teasingly rolling your hips, brushing past his sweet spot to feel the impatient tug provoked by a sharp twist of his calloused fingers. “Hngh, do-don’t be such a tease.”
“You like it when I am.” Simon rocks against you in response, thighs squeezing around yours, and he’s too far gone to snap. Shit, your cock is keeping his greedy hole so full, head light with pleasure when you suddenly pull all the way out, rim clenching and unclenching on your tip — then burrowing in again with a rough slam.
“Ah, haah—” His free hand clamps down on his mouth, silencing himself before he lets out an embarrassing moan.
His eyes fly open, jaw tensing as his hard length weeps pre. His whimper is muffled, tears catching on his lashes, and he’s suddenly conscious of how thin the walls of your home must be. He swears he’s almost going cross-eyed, you’re right in his throat and he’s lewdly quivering on your cock. Simon’s desperately stopping himself from yanking on your hair, uncertain if it’s whether to shove you away or force you closer.
Gently, your hand search for his, panting when you’re wrapped in his tight warmth again. “Oh, baby,” your thumb swipes across Simon’s knuckles, attempting to pry his palm away though his teeth are already sinking into his bottom lip. “Let me hear you, yeah?”
You take both of his wrists, pinning them above his head and you’re almost concerned he’ll draw blood with how hard he’s biting himself. Has there always been two of you?
Oh, now you’re a blurred group of three, and it makes him clench on you harder through the dizziness. He can feel himself shying away from the firm grasp of consciousness, all that is left of his thoughts are you and your big, stupid cock that keeps teasing his insides, forcing out choked-out moans.
He doesn’t want to seem like an idiot, doesn’t want to sound like one. He’s close to piercing his own lip, all in vain to keep his little groans from echoing throughout the quiet space.
But then Simon cries out as you ram back deep in him — cock pulsing and fuck he doesn’t want you to stop — finally unable to contain the needy whimpers that threaten to humiliate him. It’s raw, hoarse, aching when it finally breaches its confines. He’s trying to blink away the beads pooling from his eyes, simmering down his cheeks but you’re here to help him, wiping them away sweetly.
He’s shivering, too fucked out to think about anything besides your warmth and soft stare being constant reminders of how good you are to him. “Please,” a pathetic, little plea. He needs you so bad it’s physically hurting him. “More, nnh, I n-need you.”
