your heart perks, before soaring into the depths of your stomach when the soft pad of your thumb hits the light gray button. and the video starts, playing for you like a record on command.
it’s him. simon. but he’s not his usual dark, brood stature of a man. no he’s laid back, hand wrapped around the pretty base of his cock, pinky and ring finger laid over the soft of his balls.
“i want you,” he speaks, muted slightly from the distance he sits from the phone, eyes trained on the camera. “i miss you, baby, please?”
and his begging comes to a close, hand smoothing up the skin of his girthy length, and his chest shudders, muscles contracting as he pleases himself just for you.
and you’re watching in something of awe and disgust. taking in the video, studying him, his body. there’s new gashes, bone noticeable beneath his thick skin. he’s dropped pounds, face looking something of a tired wreck.
“i can’t move on, honey, i need you.” he huffs, voice strained as if he can barely even begin to speak the words. it’s like he’s reeling through the phone at you, hitting you in the heart and between your sweet legs with his fuzzy words.
“fuckin’ miss you so bad, come back to me, cmon, baby,” he’s gasping, thick fingers working their way up and down, up and down his cock in a quick, steady pace.
and when you look closely, you can see the crystaly tears that drip down his cheeks, glinting and sparkling beneath the dim light. it has you reaching into your panties, has your knees shifting together in a race of goosebumps.
“call me, baby, lemme talk to you, promise im different, ill be better for you, sweet girl.” and when you hear the grit of words, your finger swipes, before tapping the lil phone button on the top to send him a call.
backseat: bestiesolderbrother! simon <- masterlist
parts: one, two
this was a night that pushed the limits a little further, than blurry. (filthy simon brain version)
Simon's POV
He has to get you off of his lap. He can feel a ache in his pants, every-time there's a bump in the road and you jiggle a bit on top of him. He knows you're not doing anything on purpose. Why would you, right? You're just as uncomfortable as he is, and he knows you probably don't want to be sat down on him any longer. When you sat down on him the first time, he automatically felt like this was a really bad idea, and that maybe you should sit squashed in the middle or on your friend's lap, instead.
It was some type of way that you moved on him. forward and then back. or something. and now your dress was up. it wasn't tucked anymore. and shit what if you felt him. because Simon can feel your fucking pussy. He's closing his eyes so tight. This feels so perverted. He can feel the outline of your folds, sitting atop his clothed cock. What the fuck were you wearing under your dress?
Simon's trying his hardest not to move either of you very much. The feeling of you, almost bare on top of him was something he was not expecting to ever feel. Nor think about. Fuck maybe he's thought about something once with you. Okay? It was just one time, and he couldn't help it. He had a long day, bootcamp stressing him out to his wits-ends. His cock was feeling so needy, and you had just got off the phone with him. You were fresh in his mind, was that so bad?
You sounded sleepy when you talked to him, something about your voice. And wanting to take care of you.
It was too much to explain. He just thought of taking you, while you're sleepy. Just in a daze. Lifting you off and back onto his thick cock. You not doing any work at all, whatsoever. He wanted your back facing him. Fully naked. Ass on display. Just using you like one of those toys he looked up online. The silicone, half-bodied fuck doll. It was almost the size of his hand, he wondered if he could stuff all his dick in it. It's holes able to be filled, big tits on it like a handle. He wanted to use you like that. Well, not you but it was you in his head.
But it was just that one time. maybe. but that wasn't at all the point here, right now.
The way your squishy looking thighs and the peek of your cute ass was showing to him in this dress. Wouldn't say it wasn't doing nothing to help this. When he walked up on you, it was a lot to process. He stopped in his tracks, way before touching your dress. Just watching the way the wind blew the edges up, it wasn't like he meant to stare. He was becoming curious, was all.
And now here you are, sitting up on him like it was his fantasy. He needs to get you off. lift you off. But that's even worse. Either you were going to feel him get hard underneath you. Or he was going to be hard while lifting you up and off his lap. Either way, his cock seemed to want you regardless.
Simon lifts you, and whispers an apology. You guys were almost home anyway.
backseat: bestfriend's older brother! simon <- masterlist
parts: one, two
this was a night that pushed the limits a little further, than blurry.
you and your girlfriends decided to go to a bar tonight. one of them turning 21. this was your first time having them come to your home town. you already being of age, did your mini-celebration in the dorms with bottles and bottles of pink whitney and hennesy and titos. it was a horrific night. you enjoyed it. you were of course inviting your best-friend, and you both needed to go shopping for this. to the fact that neither of you have had the chance to go to a bar together, legally. so here you two are about to meet up with the rest of your crew, walking down the streets of your inner town. you both lived on the outskirts. you drove your car, but the plan to get home either an uber...or something else if things get to hectic. you'd pick your car up later, this town being quite the safety net. so there was nothing to worry over.
"no man with you?" you whisper to her, her hand grabbing yours before you both step over a puddle. a hearty laugh leaves her chest, but you notice her turn around slightly. almost like to look behind you guys. you feel so paranoid all of a sudden. "right?"
"right! he's in the dog house." she makes a little noise, and you couldn't be happier. you feel the weight lifting, a spring in your step already. but you look behind you guys too. and in the distance you see the only person on your same trail. they were slow about it. not as urgent, but still on a mission. that same paranoia caved in you, but you weren't going to be for much longer. you both we're getting closer and closer to the venue.
"girls!"
with a quick swivel of your head back to what was in front of you, you now see the rest of your babes in-front of you waving the both of you down. this was going to be a cute night. you were so happy to have your best friend finally meet your other friends. with no other interruptions. just you and your girls.
mhm.
by the end of the night, you were buzzing perfectly. everyone had a light in their eyes, and everyone in the building was very respectful. it felt like their was no care in the world. there were some more girls you guys had met that night, and stayed sitting with you in the same area. the music was great, the vibes were great. everything just perfect. you felt cute. you felt sexy. free. young. all of it.
but the end of night, meant some of your girls had do be departing. and you were getting hungry. and something else was bubbling in your stomach. the lot of you begin the circle hugs, the kisses on the cheeks, taking sloppy and drunk pictures. everything becoming a memory. you're outside now, the rest of your friends waving bye as they get into their Uber's. you tell them to share the ride with you, and they do so.
"baby..." you hear you best-friend whisper out beside you, and you look towards the parking area outside of the club. there her boyfriend was, standing beside his car, with his keys in hand. a soft hum leaves your throat at their interaction, it's so cute. and soft. with you following behind her, she leans up towards him and he kisses her.
you're now on your phone as you hear them begin to talk, you're scrolling at nothing really. your brain doesn't even feel here, you still feel the buzz and you can't help but feel giggly. and then you feel fingertips at the hem of your dress. a slight tug downward.
"Your ass is out."
it's low and deterring, drawing you completely away from your phone and whatever was happening around you. but it's so slight behind you, you have to look up and over your shoulder just to see who the fuck was touching you.
simon.
was he here all along? you look into is his eyes, and they're just like you remember. this was his way of greeting you, i guess. hand that's never been lower than your shoulders in a brief hug. fingers that have barely touched any part of you. and there goes the bubbling in your stomach again. he's looking into you, for awhile, before you break the eye contact. your gaze lowering to where his hand meets the edge of your dress. he was picking at it now, the ruffles looking so small in his big fingers. you feel the fabric slip from his fingers, and the ruffle flips up, the breeze catching a squeeze between your thighs. and then simon's fingers are back on the fabric. like he can't stop bullying it.
"okay, and?" your voice is so wavery, just like your balance. you turn around enough to get his hand off of you. and now you're face to face. a silent nod is tutted to you, and then he looks towards his little sister getting into the passenger seat of your ticket home. and then one of your friends began walking your way.
she asks for a ride. of course all of you say yes, and she begins to get in the backseat. everything was happening so fast. or maybe it was your malfunctioning processing skills right now. that car was small, a tiny little four seater. it wasn't meant to be a car-pool, type of car. it definitely didn't feel like it. especially with how far the drive was to home.
you had to sit on simon's lap.
there were no words exchanged when this clicked for you when you see him situating himself into the little automobile. he still finds a way to manspread, just like any guy in any car ever. it's just a glance before you sit down on him. you fold your hands over your dress, hoping this was going be quick. you knew better.
"Sorry." simon apologizes to both you and your friend. you know he didn't think this would happen. being crammed up in the back seat with two girls. but everyone was going to have to deal with his bulky frame.
It's been a few minuets. And it's been a lot of hand hovering, and oh-so-great shifting in his lap. he can't seem to find where to put his hands. and you can't either. you guys were already on the road and it was obvious nothing was going to change. your head was almost hitting the top of the car. your best friend was supposed to be back here. and simon in the front or something. that's if he was even supposed to be here.
you think he was the figure you saw in the distance earlier. following you and your best-friend. did she make him come along? or did he want to be here? it doesn't really matter, he's here. and he's crowding you.
there's his fingers again.
peeking from underneath your still fluttering dress. his hands were on the meats of your thighs. his palms calloused like you remember. he's always felt rough, fingertips, rigid arms, scruffy. you couldn't tell if his hands were roaming your legs or not. but it didn't matter. his hands were there. and they're the only things you can feel. hear. see. just his hands and nothing else. he was having issues with this too. still trying to be respectful of course. even if you didn't feel all too respectful yourself. not with your mind going blank like this.
his name was in your mouth, but you couldn't say it. you wanted to tell him to put his hands somewhere else. because you, with all this alcohol in your system was not something to play with. if you put your hands on top of his and move them yourself, then what is he going to think?you didn't have the time to embarrass yourself. or uncover something you didn't want to have a thought about. just push it away, make it home. go to sleep.
drinking too much always made you horny, it made you feel warm down there. and you sitting and bumping in simon's lap was not helping shit.
"You okay?" his breath is right at your ear. the music in the car slowly disappeared. and it felt like it was only you and him in the car. you're sitting behind your best friend who's talking to her boyfriend, and your other friend to the left of you two. she's fallen asleep. and your dress was no longer tucked underneath your lap. it was fluttered over just enough, to where you could feel his jeans press up into your barely clothed pussy. you had a thin pair of panties on. just so you could feel more flexible with all the walking you were doing. you wanted to feel free.
you shake your head, another bump in the hilly road enlists a small huff from your chest. shit. you don't know what your panties must look like. completely sheer with your slick. and it's rubbing all over simon's crotch, do you think he knows?
maybe he'll think you were saying you were fine. the bumpy texture of his zipper keeps probing your clit. none of this is making sense. you weren't going to say anything. home. bed. you're fine.
his hands snake to your waist. maybe he got the memo. both of them gripping softly. and then you feel a slight press of him slightly lifting you off his lap. you wondered if you felt like any weight at all to him. you felt so supported. and steady. but that friction was gone.
you didn't know how to feel, especially when you hear him apologize again in your ear. he lowered his voice so fucking low, how did he do that? like he almost didn't want to say what he was about to.
"Ignore it." it feels like you are reading simon's mouth, but without looking. barely any noise coming out. just the sound of his tongue leaving the roof of his mouth, and sliding along his teeth. his mouth so close, his breath feels like a kiss to the ear. you knew what he was saying regardless. you can't help but look back. as much as you could to where his voice met with your conscious. he looks away before you can. hands still steady in your waist as he lifts you from his lap.
simon was getting hard underneath you.
but this wasn't anything you both would talk about. ever.
interrupted: best friends older brother! simon << masterlist
you were a junior now, time has passed and flown just like you like. you had a few weeks left before you could leave your campus, and be on your way back to town for the summer.
while you're away at college, you and simon, kept up with each other on a more than normal basis over the past two summers--normal basis as in enough for you and your best friends older-ish brother? just by a few years. you two have seemed to...bond. in a way that wasn't needed to be explained. because it would be hard to.
don't really know if the term friend even fits for you two. it wasn't even really that. but it wasn't not nothing. it was something and it was interesting and blurry.
he said he liked the way your bagel looked one morning, and starts asking you to send a pic whenever you end up having one. now you can't help but get a bagel everyday, you like when he hearts your pictures. that sound going off on your phone. it was a little silly. it made you laugh. this then turned into you sending pics of your lunch, or dinner. and maybe a snack here, and there.
so now you're here, sitting at one of your schools cafe's, a bag of chips, and a sandwich right in front of you. simon had told you your laugh sounded different than the last time he saw you in person. which was winter break, you had been with them for a few weeks, your break beginning mid decemeber, and ending early january.
"does it really?" you have him propped up on your water cup, taking a bite of your sandwich. you wait for his response. his camera being off of course.
"you sound like a scholar." he says, cut and dry. you softly roll your eyes, he always did that. trying to throw in compliments on your school process. it looked like he was folding his clothes for another few months of bootcamp. he was heading back. "wipe your face."
he hears you laughing again even though it's short, and smiles to himself, one he doesn't let you see. you really didn't sound any different at all. a familiar voice then sounds behind you. it was one of your guy friends, and you move your mouth away from your next bite. your smile fading. you take a napkin just as you hear him, wiping your face like simon told you to the first time.
"hey, is that your boyfriend?"
"no. what do you want?"
"yea right. who is that?" you friend keeps going.
"ghost, i'll call you back." you say. immediately ending the call and flicking your friend off for bothering you. you push out the chair in front of you and tell him to sit down. "i didn't know we were studying for finals this early, johnny."
the diner: bestiesolderbrother! simon <- masterlist
during the summer before sophomore year.
okay imagine this, you and your bestfriends family are out to eat at this little diner in town. greasy burgers, greasy fries and sweet ass milkshakes.
fucking delicious.
your bestfriend is sat across from her parents. the parents sitting next to you, the mom being on your right side in the booth. and simon is directly infront of you. the parents keep talking to their daughter, leaving you and simon in your own bubble.
"you like?" simon stuffs his mouth with another fry, the piece of burger he just stuffed in there is making its way down already. he looks adorable, and starving.
you look equally as hungry, your burger is already half way gone, and the fries you and him share are getting down to the bottom. "i love."
there's a crack of a smile there, on his warn out face, and you smile too. food was yalls thing, you guys were either sharing the house snacks or going out to eat together in the late nights. maybe you guys were secretly high, or literally just craving chicken tenders. it didn't matter, ever since you guys met, it was like that.
his eyes leave the tray of fries, and meet yours. it's too late to look away, bc he was already squinting at your mouth. he grabs a napkin from the middle of the table and dabs your lip with the paper.
"nasty." he hushes to you. the gravely tone makes you look away, and a soft laugh leaves his mouth as you tilt ur head to help him out with the whipping. he thinks you're ashamed. he holds eye contact with you while he's whipping your mouth though.
simon does that often, just analyzing everyone he looks at. sometimes it makes you feel uncomfortable because it feels like, like he's looking into you. and maybe he wants to, maybe not.
he's got the napkin bunched into the tips of his fingers, and you swear you can feel his callused nubs brush across your lip just once. it almost feels like he's playing with your mouth. you're sure you didn't get ketchup all over your lips. but honestly, you have no clue. you were going in on your burger, and the way he was eating, you know you were doing it just as righteously. lol. but still, right now you can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
"thanks."
he nods. he moves his hand away. you both keep eating.
advice: bestiesolderbrother! simon <- masterlist simon "ghost" riley x reader
during the summer before sophomore year.
let's take a blast to the past, okay?
"So, when are you going back to college?" His voice flings from across the room, and it's like his timber is clawing up your back, you feel it at your neck. Simon's voice did so much to you, it was so different than all the other guys at your campus. So deep, provocative and protecting. He was only a few years older than you, and his sister. He didn't go to college like you two, but he was extremely smart. He came back from bootcamp earlier in the summer, and was staying at his parents house until he could find his own place.
Simon was the "problem child", always getting into trouble, never really knowing what was next with him. But he was so smart, street smart. You never felt more safe with a man's presence in your entire life. Your dad was never around, and your mom never really cared where you went off to. So you were always here, with your best friend and her older brother, and their parents. You did like being in their company, this was your second home, if need be. And sometimes you did need it. No, you didn't really need to be here for the comfort aspect, but when your mom locked you out of the house one too many times, you couldn't help but need to come to take a few showers and get some spare clothes from your best friend during the summer. Her parents were very understanding. Even if they didn't talk about it much, it was almost unspoken.
"I go back in like," You close your eyes as you tally up the days, feeling a bit overwhelmed at having to talk to this guy, "I'd say a month and a half."
This was going to be your sophomore year in college. Were you ready for school again? No. Did you want some new atmosphere? Yes. Were you missing your own dorm? Yes. You didn't have a roommate, thank the heavens.
It was really quiet in this part of town. And your best friend's got a new boyfriend so she's rarely ever home anymore, let alone when you guys go off to college. You barely see her at all. It's like you're living in her house, without her. But she said she would be back later tonight so you guys could go out to eat, maybe? That's if her man doesn't string along
But Simon was here a-lot of the time. And he was nice to you. Very respectful. Trying to make you feel as normal as possible. He tended to ask you many questions when you guys were alone, and you thought it was sweet. He just wanted you to be able to talk to someone. About anything.
"Excited?" He continues.
"Yeah, I am." You let out a laugh, you know your non-enthusiastic character was completely juxtaposing everything you were saying. "It's just school though, you know?"
Simon nods, and starts picking up a jacket, almost like he was following your movements. "You got a boyfriend that I need to know about?"
A boyfriend?
"No?" You say shortly. You weren't in the mood for guys, I guess. You begin pulling your shoes from the cubby, you always put them in the third box to the right. It was yours at this point. "Not at the moment, Si. Why are you asking?"
You begin to tie your shoes, bending down so you don't have to look at him at all. You don't know if you feel embarrassed, awkward, or just weirdly protected by his questions. He's quiet for awhile. "If you're anything like my sister, I want to give you some advice."
Advice. Please.
"Don't be like her, okay?" He starts off, and you fucking laugh. You fucking laugh, and he stops in his tracks. "What? I'm being serious."
"I am too. You don't have to worry about my decision-making. If that's what you're saying." You look up at him finally. So he's just trying to be that type of person right now. One thing you hated, was someone trying to give you "advice" on shit you didn't need help with. You were fine on your own and always had been. You didn't need anything. You didn't need a parent.
"No, no, not at all." He repeated, finally situating a jacket on his bulky body. "I'm just saying."
"What?" You want him to continue, but you don't know if he will.
"Just be careful." He stops, zips up his jacket and grabs his phone. You grab your keys and the bag you had brought. The next words he says are heavy to you, and slow, like he's trying to make you understand what he was trying to say. "You've grown up."
That heat crawls back, down to your palms and up your neck. He was acknowledging you. "I know, Simon."
You wanted to say something more about this, but the only thing happening was a weird, tight-lipped smile on your face. "I'll catch you later, ghost."
something i just thought of... i'll be back later ~_~
just think about vi watching you from across the store, in one of those wife pleasers, lol. she'd soon be in her phone once you turn back around to her, so she can let you feel independent and not like she was actuallyyy watching you. she waits for you to come back from the counter - using her card to pay for the snacks you wanted.
"you got what you wanted, babe?" your roommate whispers, using the pet name she used for almost everyone.
"not your babe," you roll your shoulder, staring her in the eye before you showed her the shit you got. "but yea, i got what i wanted."
vi lets out one of her soft, but raspy laughs. she was so going to make you her babe. she didn't care. "you're welcome."
"and give me my card back. we're going out to eat, okay?"
sneakingoffwithhim! simon riley gets tricked into being edged lmfao
tags: [ur a oral slut] giving simon a sloppy blowjob (barely lol) more like edging his cock with your mouth and he just hassss to take it from his good girl. [you tell him what to do] [he’s your toy] [for your pleasure lowkey] getting lost on his cock [dumb for his cockk], tit fuck mention, spit kink !!!!!! pain kink maybe ( just thoughts off making ur ass hurt from spanking) fuck i love writing you like this, it’s like you’re my slut too. enjoyy ;)
okay so i was thinking of simon sitting in a foldable chair, somewhere in the base. an empty room that's echoey and gray, a greenish tint. the both of you just playing with his cock as almost a form of punishment. he has to be quiet, and you get to do whatever you want with him just bc!!!!
(idk how time works in an army base, let's just forget abt logistics)
maybe...you had rushed in here, away from the rest of the guys, you could feel simon's bulge rubbing up into you. you were sitting on his lap, softly grinding down into it on purpose. his hold on your bicep getting harder and harder, whispering for you to slow down or else he was going to fuck you in front of everyone. that low taunting thing he does with his voice, you wanted it, yes. and he thought that would make you stop. but no. it made you grind harder, especially knowing he was never the type to give up what's his. and def not in public. he knew better. and you did too. that was so disrespectful to say to ur girlfriend simonnn, how dare you…
oh yea…what happened earlier? how eager was your lieutenant to leave with you?
VERYY EAGERR WOOF WOOOF. you just sound so demanding, and sultry against his ear. his eyes lock on you when you stand up, and he knows he can't sit for long because his boys will see the filthy weight in his pants. you tricked him ofc.....
oh, he wanted to fuck you in front of everyone? he wasn't going to at all. so now here he was, both of u playing with his cock in an empty room, hearing the occasional footsteps pass by.
simon’s legs are spread so fucking widely in front of your kneeling form. your body right in between them, and your hands pushing against his knees. he's got his pants pushed down his hips just enough for his cock to be teased and gagged on, by you. just how you like.
his bottom lip is curling into his wet mouth, suckling softly at the skin. his mask was lifted above his mouth from when you kissed him moments ago, sucking his tongue into your mouth, and asking him to spit into it. he did it without a second guess. such a good boy he was being right now for you. his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he looks down at you.
you told him to be quiet, or else you weren't going to let him fuck your wet cunt like he wants to. that's all he can think about. so he's definitely shutting the fuck up. lmao.
one of his hands is on your face.
it’s honestly the most you let him touch you, at least on your head. you weren’t going to let him have his way not when you know he easily can if he wanted to.
your eyelashes brush against your eyebrows when you blink up at him, just precious. his cock completely disappeared into yourrrr mouth, you look so fucking needy too. wow you can really take it huh? ur spit is absolutely soaking the edges of his pants and boxers….maybe? yea.
your own hands have moved to his hips so he can't fuck into your mouth. you're in complete control of him, and his cock. fuck you loveeee simons cock. feeling it throb in your mouth, the heaviness of it on your tongue. you want that, don’t you? you love every inch of your man and never cease to worship it all...fucking slut. you lowkey wish he could be in your mouth every second of the day. fucking your face like he does to your pussy. whenever he gets the chance, he does!!! that made you happy didn't it? this hulk of a man, knows you're a depraved orally fixated slut when you haven't had his cock down your throat in a while. he’ll easily push you down onto your knees when y’all are alone, hike one foot up to rest on your shoulder, almost like he’s using u as a step stool. LOL. he’ll just fuck into your face and make you tear up, holding your hair in two bunches on either side of your head, completely using ur head like a fleshlight. you always look so happy when you see him unzipping his pants.
his eyes leave yours for a second, shutting almost furiously as he grunts out. shut up, simon. cmon be a good boy for ur girl. do you think he can do it?
ur a demon for wanting to drain him for all he's worth, you know? how could you fucking not be. he has such a pretty cock, it's rude, and angry. the tip drooling as you rub it against your swollen mouth. it’s almost like you’ve forgotten about him. and it’s just you and his cock in this room, alone. his moans don’t go unnoticed though.
"quiet, lieutenant.” you whisper a throaty chuckle, stuffing him back in your mouth like a greedy bitch in heat. and you are, aren’t you? reading this, wanting to throat simons cock so badly? tehe.
he was always so perfect and thick for you, and simon makes the prettiest sounds imaginable. so low, and guttural. but now his groans are echoing in that room, and you take his cock out. :((( simon, behave!! you giggle against him though, seeing his eyes shut again. he was pissed, in a way that you only know. frustrated and curious as to what you were going to do to him next.
simons bulky form twists in his chair, hunching over your head now, where it bobs in his lap again. you sound so disgusting underneath his form. gagging and throat fucking yourself for fun. his arms are up against his head, if anyone walked by, they would just think he’s catching a nap with his hands on his head. the window on the door is so tiny, a little square that barely anyone peaks through. he can degrade you all he wants, it just makes you sloppier on his cock. he’s whispering incoherently, and then coherently to you.
simon’s eyes narrow down your body, towards your ass, perched up like it’s ready to be taken. he wants to give your ass a punishment, wants you to whimper around his cock as he slaps your ass over and over and over again for being like this rn. simon wants you hurting for this.
you can feel the pressure of his chest against the back of your head. fuck, you loved feeling crowded by him. completely surrounded. he was so big and yours. you knew he was going to be all over you tonight. leaving his weight on you as he uses your body effortlessly. almost wrapping his entire body around you, so you have no other choice but to take it. fuck he was getting close, and his breathing immediately told you. you sink all the way down one more time, a twitch of his hips making you stop.
there you are letting go of his cock, again. you splutter around it a bit, a soft frown on your face as you take him out your mouth. this was your favorite thing in the whole world. such a slutty princess. and a little, the cutest choke/cough leaving your mouth. there was a long trail of spit connected to his tip and your mouth. he looked so cute and warn out, stiff and hard, and twitching against your hand. he listens to you moan as you gaze at it and grumbles, wanting to say something strongly at how stupiddd u looooked for his cock, but he knew his words would just make you laugh. he knows he would sound like a weak and depraved man, himself. you begin slurping at his tip, even though he was close. you just couldn’t help it. it just looked so perfect and heavy, and warm, and sticky and absolutely covered with your spit. you loved spit sm omg, especially when you can use it to work your boyfriend to his edge. and then not let him have it. what???? huh??? lol. you wanted the fun time to keep going, it’s no fun when it’s overrrr :((. you look up at him again, his eyes trained on you.
what he was going to do with you after all of this, though. fuck. this good boy act was all going to change in the next few minutes when he puts his arm around your throat, barely letting you have a moment to breath. he’s gonna bully his cock into you, relentlessly. fucking into you like you don’t mean a goddamn thing to him. but ur his world. i promise. he’s going to make sure everyone hears it too. whether it’s your moans, or the desperate sounds of your sloppy pussy getting filled to the fucking hilt, and taken over and over again. you’re just as wet as his cock is rn. you would be dripping on the floor if you didn’t still have ur cargos on.
you were going to leave a mess in this empty room regardless after this. he didn’t care if you told him to take it easy on you. you got what you wanted, and he’ll take what he wants just the same.
you were purposefully moaning and tightening your throat around him now, once your bottom lip reached the tops of his balls every time. simon wanted to put both of his hands on your head and use your throat as his personal fucking cum dump. oh, he will.
but not yet. this isn’t his fantasy, it’s urs. you take him out again, and kiss his length all the way up, and then move away from him.
he knew what you wanted as you stared up into his eyes. your mouth was a mess, and you knew he liked the view because he wouldn’t stare at anything fucking else. “mouth. open it.” it’s almost a command, but it ends with a whimper. so close simon, so close lol. he just wants to see your tongue, he wants you to drool on the floor as he fucks into his hand :(. i mean u were practically making a puddle underneath him, his balls dripping with your spit and pre-cum that continues to run down his length. he’s bouncing his knee, twitching to get off. you liked him needy. he was so stoic around everyone else. but for you, he gets so desperate so so so easily. especially with a mouth, and throat, and pussy, and tits as perfect and gorgeous as yours. fuck he wanted to ruin every part of you. now he’s thinking about your tits, and them squishing around his cock as you suck his tip so good. fuck. fuck. fuck.
you mumble a sound of disapproval. fuck, you’re so mean right now. and you’re so getting ruined later for it. one of his hands goes to his poor, weeping cock. his pace is slow, just how you like. his voice catches in his throat as he drags his wet hand up his spitty, precum coated shaft. the view causes you to clench your thighs, mouth drooling, so you spit on him again, moving forward to let it run down his cock. how was he able to get a lady like you? you're so nasty. fucking filthy and sloppy. playing with his cock like it was your toy, yours to crave,, to do what you please. he just wanted you to milk him dry. he wanted your warm, wet, and absolutely giving throat again, fucking god!!!!!!
he’s just touching all over his cock. using both of his hands to stroke his needy length. waiting and watching you like a lost puppy listening for his orders.
#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#WANT TO GIVE HIM HEAD SO BADDD#he’s such a puppy#humiliation kink lowkey done by meeeeeee
okay imagine soap and ghost taking turns fucking your tits and mouth.
"atta girl." simon speaks when you spit down into your chest, making the mess messier. there's strings of spit and precum everywhere on the top half of you. their cocks bumping against your lips and you're trying to make sure you do eveerrrrything they tell you to so you can be rewarded later.
obviously you're in heaven, completely giggly and drooly, ghost has his hand on both sides of your tits, pressing them together while he fucks them. your nipples so hard they're poking against his thighs since he's so close. he's so rough with your body, sometimes slapping your tit or softly pulling on a nipple when he wants you to spit or stick your tongue out.
"look at you go, baby." soap insists, putting his cock back right at your mouth. he wanted to edge himself with your throat, taking a break before going right back in. and you obliged almost instantly. immediately sucking him off like it's your only purpose in life. HA, you just enjoy it so much, being their cum slut obviously. your tits are so wet and you love it, the sounds of them just using u to get off is turning you on.
your hand snakes down to rub over your panties but they both tell you to stop. "not yet sweetheart."
one room. johnny "soap" mactavish x reader. this escelates rq lol
maybe some situation where you and soap have to stay in a room together , there's no bathroom or any other facilities for privacy except if you go to the community toilet. so it's just you and him in a room, two beds. nothing fancy at all. it was a long day, and this guy can't seem to sit still. you've got your bra and cargos still on and that's how you plan to sleep, right on top of the sheets. you weren't going to try to make this room any more comfortable. it couldn't work.
"are you alright, johnny?" you continue to ask, him dismissing your comments entirely by nodding or writing his paper work. he looks so worked up, and you're the one winding him up.
"Yes." he swallows, finally. he's lying. he clicks his pen for the thousandth time and turns towards your direction. he's sat at a tiny desk in the opposite side of the room, "I'm fine."
it turns out he's as hard as a rock, and it boils down to him asking you if he can fuck his hand while you're in the same room.
he was hard bc of you and all the shit you've been pulling on him all day. he's so tired of you, being in his space and deteriorating his brain from work. all he can think about is the way you kept backing into him at the shooting range. pressing into him. and that fucking image of your tits in the showers this morning. you turned around as soon as he walked in, but you held his gaze for far too long for him to think it was an accident.
heat creeps up your back, and the way you immediately agree, says alot. you've definitely thought about something like this. there's a silence in the room for awhile, and he asks you to put headphones on or something. you agree and sit down on your side of the room.
you stare straight ahead at nothing, you didn't put music on either. just the white buds hanging from your ear. you can see him in the corner of your eye. unzipping his work pants, the flex of his hips and the roll of his neck forwards. like he's relieved. you want to see his cock. you want to look. you think about looking. you know if you look, what could happen. you look.
he's looking at you, looking. and then looks away. his cock standing at attention, a small curse leaving your mouth that's only audible to you. he doesn't say anything, and just continues. fuck your thighs are clenching and you don't know if he notices. and he didn't know if you noticed the bead of precum leaking when you turned to see him looking at you.
he knew what you were doing. and so did you.
it's so quiet. and it just so happens your earbud slips out. and now you can hear the wet sound of him jerking offf!! and his breathing, controlled but so weary. especially with you being in the same room as him. you needed to get more comfortable, and now you're turned towards johnny. and you're watching him stroke his cock. and he's watching you squeeze your thighs. looking up at you every once and awhile. and he's spitting on his cock, too. you can't help but put your hands in your pants. and now he's taking his time, listening to you moan, and he looks like he's putting on a show for you, and now he's asking to see your tits, and now you're fucking his cock with them. a big fucking smile on your face.
bestfriendsolderbrother! simon <- masterlist simon "ghost" riley x reader
mmm maybe he eats you out after all of this.
parts: one, two
simon is edging himself away from you on the couch. you whine, he was done? already? neither of you getting the orgasm that was wanted. i guess he knows he can't do anything right now, not with the time that he has left to leave the house.
his cock is still stiff and throbbing so hard from fucking your thighs. and you look so raw, and swollen and ready to cum all over his cock for the first time. you were almost crying from how much you wanted it, and how much you craved it.
the constant dragging of his dick against your pussy made you way too sensitive. and it was nothing like you've ever felt before. god simon's cock was your drug.
he gave you a new dosage, something new, something you wanted to overdose on. the feeling of him directly on your pussy. what was he going to do to you next, if he wasn't going to actually fuck you, yet.
"simon!" you yelp into his arm, the one he snaked around your neck moments ago to stop you from moaning too loud. the one that kept you in place on this couch. he was slapping your pussy now, with his thick shaft. he's spread your legs open finally, sticky arousal from the both of you, everywhere on your goddamn thighs. fuck you were going to cum all over him if he didn't stop now.
he just wanted to hear you make a little bit more noise, struggling to keep a secret. he loved it. just teetering on the edge of being heard upstairs. but not enough.
all of a sudden you feel his mouth. one sloppy kiss to your cunt makes you dizzy. those lips, never losing your attention. you feel yourself leaking, getting wetter and shaky. "i'm cumming."
you warn him like he's told you to, time and time again when you guys are doing things together. he's praising you in his head, calling you all of his pet names for remembering the rule. you were there, right on the edge and you knew it. simon was so good with everything, making you feel welcomed and completely useful. his mouth making sure your clit felt needed and respected. he keeps sucking and licking like he's telling you thank you for letting him use you like he did moments ago.
you whine into the couch, both of his hands on either sides of your stomach, lifting you up into his mouth. he's telling you to cum, just by his actions. he's mumbling and getting you closer, against the fats of your folds, slobbering and shaking his head minutely. and in a matter of seconds, he's filling you with his tongue. his hot breath, every dip of his tongue setting an exhale free.
he knew you liked when he tongue fucked you. and wanting to be filled as much as you did just now, he was going to fuck you full as much as possible with what he could. and there you go, cumming all over his chin, in seconds, his light blonde beard hairs getting soaked in your arousal. you couldn't handle much more and he wasn't going to push you any more.
he just didn't have time.
and now he's giving you the address to his place, stuffing his hard cock into his pants. and tells you to call him so he can pick you up when you're done here.
he'll give you exactly what you want later, just like you asked.
you don't really remember what happened to get here, and you barely know what's happening now. Simon's not even supposed to be here. he snuck by to pick up his clothes for his new apartment, but ended up putting you ass up on the family couch in the basement. he couldn't handle seeing you again. not after all this time. it's been so long since you've seen him. he was kicked out and told not to come back.
so now...the weight of your best friends, older brothers cock is rubbing alllll overr your puffy, sloppy pussy. he's mushing against your folds and getting you really fucking messy. simon's got your thighs squished together so tight, and you whimpering underneath him, your face in the pillows of your couch.
you've never had real sex with him before, though. only grinding when no one was watching, fingering, a handjob, fucking his cock into your throat when you were alone in his old room. but never this.
he's just watching himself disappear and reappear between your legs and ass. fuck it looks so good. like you're finally getting fucked by him. but you're not :( you're so goddamn wet, it's coating where you connect with him over and over and over. everytime his thick cock leaves your thighs, there's a slick sound coming from between you two. he's being careful and deliberate with his movements. so you don't wake up his parents, or alert his sister.
this was almost too much.
fuck you just looked so ready, he couldn't help it. when he saw you down here alone. he scared you at first. his bully frame and thick shoulders jumping you out of your bones.
"Hey, bug." Simon saunters, halfway down the basement stairs. he comes closer and leans his frame against you, softly hugging you enough to where you could feel him getting stiff. just by seeing you. and you getting wet just the same. his old room is actually right across from the basement. but he wanted to take you here, almost like you guys want to be caught.
you've never been used like this before. you feel so dirty. anyone could just come around the corner, even your best friend. but she's upstairs on the phone with her boyfriend, right? she won't see you getting used by her brother, it's the best secret you've ever kept. and god it feels so good. simon is going to do this more often if he can handle it. and not give in. don't give in. don't give in and slip inside that creamy cunt. he knows you'd take him, suck him in greedily. you're pussy's already so greedy rn, just leaking all over him.
"ghost." you can't help but say his nickname. the one you gave him since you were young. you were losing your breath, you felt like you were going to cum just by doing this. it makes him stutter his movements, saying his name like that. and throb. your holes are right there, panties barely pulled down, and he's just watching the way your cunt is practically drooling over his cock. "please."
you're not saying what you want. but he can tell you want it. but this will just have to do.
so he takes his thumb, and brings it to your pussy. pushing it like a plug, just holding it there as you squeeze around what he's giving you.
"We can't, bug." he's barely audible. you hear the soft sway of his mouth against your ear, gruff and almost like sea water. deep and full of ways to lose yourself. hearing you be so broken under him, drowning, is making him go crazy. "I'll fill you up soon, okay?"
you weakly mule, an agreement slipping past your lips. his cock keeps pressing so close to where you want him, inside. please please please. you want to feel him stretch you, that thickness you feel when it's in your mouth is making you drool. you want to feel it, down there.
his cock has never been this fucking close to you. and he's doing it perfectly. just taking your body and using it, just like you promised he could. whenever he wanted.
tearing my hair out thinking about simon proposing to you on a random thursday night.
you two just so happened to grab coffee at the usual cafe which is pricey but they make the best mocha so it’s whatever, before ambling outside to a cozy nook, lit with fairy lights and warmed up by a portable heater. the wind is chilled but not too cold, and it is soft as it caresses your cheeks, and simon breathes in, trying to reel it in but—
you’re telling him about work; about this shitty coworker that almost made you lose all sense of professionalism, and simon is crushed by this overwhelming desire as he listens to you rant. he’s always felt the need before but it was only ever a whisper because simon has always wanted to marry you so he learned to tune it out, rationalizing to himself that it’s still too early. too young. too fragile and raw.
but it’s strange today.
you’re all angry and exhausted to the bone, and the coffees have gone lukewarm, and, hell, he hasn’t even washed his hair yet but simon—
he needs to ask. he needs to tell you.
he needs to—
your voice peters into silence as simon places a small box on the table and slides it towards you.
“what,” you rasp out, still breathless and quiet.
“will you marry me?” simon asks, just as softly. just as tentative and hesitant.
the word yes has never fallen from your lips that quickly.
