Simon fucks you in a dirty bar bathroom!
Sitting at the bar, it’s sticky with spilled drinks. There’s smoke curling in the air and soft rock playing from some place in the back.
You’re sitting with Simon, tossing drinks back. You’re sure you’ve eased the tension between you two ever since you got a little too close to Johnny.
But Simon is still too quiet.
Like the silence is something he can hold between his teeth.
It’s been bothering him all night. Gnawing at him like an animal in a cage. Relentless as hunger.
How easily you smile, how you bat your lashes, sit pretty without even trying—
Even the bartender looks at you like you’re sculpted from the hands of god themselves.
His fingers tighten around the glass he nurses.
His knuckles bone white with restraint.
Something dark sits heavy in his chest, coiled tight, refusing to loosen. Even with you being so close it does little to soothe the ache.
He catches every time someone looks at you. Bites their lip too hard.
How they drift too near, brushing past you like they have the right.
It has his molars grinding together.
Something territorial wakes inside him.
Something old and violent.
Carving your name into his thoughts.
Simon knows this is irrational.
That doesn’t make it feel any less real.
The absolute need to have you in every way shape and form.
It’s unbearable. Sharp, consuming and greedy.
He needs to have your attention on him—
You aren’t even his. Not officially.
Always smiling at his side.
He couldn’t stand the distance.
Even when you were close enough to touch.
Everything looks fine— you’re laughing. Bright and easy.
Talking about something that Simon only cares about because it leaves your lips.
Listening to you talk, but really only watching your mouth move.
It felt sinful, like eyeing something holy for too long.
That is, until someone is brave enough to try their luck with you.
Right in front of him, like Simon isn’t even there.
His eye twitched, something sharp flickering in his gaze as the man with barely any facial hair, barely any sense- leans in closer.
You don’t shoo him off fast enough for Simon’s liking.
Attempting to let the guy down easy. But he seems to have had one too many drinks, stumbling, he grabs your arm, and pulls you off your seat.
Simon moves before he can stop himself.
Before he can think, his rough hands land on your hips, yanking you back into his hold and out of the drunk man’s grasp.
Like a game of tug-o-war.
He glares over your shoulder with a look that could kill a man as his mouth finds your neck.
Slow. Deliberate. Possessive.
Each kiss is unhurried. Like he’s making a point.
You go still, caught between shock and warmth.
His lips are rough, like every part of him.
You watch as the much smaller man stumbles away, murmuring something that doesn’t reach your ears.
Simon doesn’t stop as the stranger walks away.
His thumb softly rubs into your hip.
His tongue darts out, dragging across your skin.
You squirm under Simon, going completely quiet as words seem to elude you.
Heat begins to build between your legs. Your clothes begin to feel too tight as he travels down to your collarbone.
Your breath getting caught up in your throat.
Simons fingers twitch against the curve of your hip. His breath fanning against your shoulder when he finally detaches.
When you back into him, an involuntary motion, he still.
His grip tightens on you briefly.
Low and commanding, threaded with warning.
You’ve never heard such a tone come out of him.
Rough like he’s on the brink of doing something he can never take back.
It makes your legs feel weak.
You blink— and suddenly you’re being dragged away.
The bathroom door swings open, hard enough to rattle the hinges. Simon shoves you inside before spinning you around.
You don’t get a word in by the time his lips crash into yours.
It would be painful if it weren’t for the way you melted into him. Completely submitting to his brutal kisses like you were made for him.
Your arms wrap around the back of his neck getting on the tips
He kisses you with greed. All teeth and tongue. No time for tenderness after the way the night has tested him.
He spins you around again- positioning you over the sink.
“God…” His voice is wrecked.
Your eyes find his in the mirror. Your lips are swollen, plump and red.
His find yours with a darkness you’ve never seen.
He doesn’t want to hurt you, no.
That’s the last thing he wants to do.
No, no, no he wants to make one thing abundantly clear.
He drops to his knees, pulling your pants and panties along with him.
The fabric pools at your feet.
His mouth is watering at the sight of you.
You feel his nose press at your clit as he inhales, taking a deep breath of you and moaning on the exhale.
You twitch, a high, broken, sound leaving you as he opens you up with his thumbs.
Watch how you pulse, how your thighs tremble.
His tongue swipes over his lip.
Gathering saliva, only to open his jaw letting it slide down his tongue onto your achy cunt.
You catch it in the mirror.
He dips down, his tongue flat. Dragging across your slit collecting the mix of his spit and your slick.
Then he pushes into you, tongue thrusting in and out of you like he can’t get enough of the taste of you.
You grip onto the dirty sink so hard you swear it’ll snap clean off.
You try to hold the sounds clawing behind your lips, not wanting to be caught in such a position.
His hand cracks against your bare thigh, right under your ass.
“Don’t fuckin’ hold out on me.”
He grunts out before sucking hard on your clit.
Needing a reaction out of you.
He eats you like he’s claiming you. Like this will be his last chance to make you his. Slurping, kissing, slobbering all over your cunt. Making a mess of himself and you as his victory drips down his chin.
Completely falling apart.
Moans and pleads spill from your lips until you’re babbling incoherently, back arching shamelessly as you grind into his face.
Simon doesn’t stop until his jaw is tight and aching. Only when your thighs tighten around his head and you gasp.
Your entire body goes tight—
You gasp as it hits you full force, trembling like you might black out from the impact alone.
He stands so fast you almost lose your footing.
He doesn’t have the patience to fully undress himself after that. Just yanks his jeans half way down to his thighs, boxers following.
Revealing his red and angry looking cock. It hangs heavy, casting its own shadow. Already leaking with precum.
His hands find your waist spinning you, so you’re face to face. Lifting you higher onto the sink. He hikes your legs up wrapping them around his waist like they’ve always belonged there.
Cupping your face like you’re the only thing worth touching.
Like his hands just now remembered how to be gentle.
Like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
His eyes are intense on yours.
His eves never leave yours.
His lips press a single kiss at the corners of your mouth.
You chase him, desperate, but he dodges, instead leaning down to press soft kisses into your pulse point.
“And, I need you to believe that.”
He rasps against your skin, his hands so gently moving down your body but his hips rut into you like he just can’t help it.
You rasp, but it sounds more like a plea.
His eyes locking onto yours.
“I need you.” You whisper.
His hands slide up your thighs, stopping right before your core.
The air feels thick, like it’s hard to breathe.
Your eyes prick with tears.
When words tumble out of your mouth, desperate and honest. Words that just feel so right in the moment.
He leans in, grabbing your jaw tilting your head up to look at him.
You obey without hesitation.
It comes out softer, almost unsure.
You barely recognize yourself. Vision blurring as you reach out for him, nails biting into his skin.
“I need you to make me feel good.”
Simons hands squeeze at your softness before spreading your thighs wide for him.
His eyes move up to you, a smirk pulling on his lips.
His hand travels up. Caressing the round of your cheek.
Your body listens before you realize.
Simon shoves his digits into your mouth, swirling them around your tongue before he pulls them out. Dragging them down your thigh before they dip lower.
Then without warning, both hands grip your hips.
And he shoves you down onto his cock.
He grins so hard he swears he’s showing off his molars.
He mocks with a dark laugh, giving you no time to adjust as he begins to thrust into you.
Deep strokes that go in and out.
Hitting the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back every single time.
You’re completely dumb, and he barely even started.
“You don’t know what you do to me. Always lookin’ so pretty. Talkin and dancing like there’s nothing in the world that could hurt you.”
Each word is punctuated with a brutal snap of his hips.
You can barely hear him over the filthy sounds spilling out of you.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?” he spits. “Fisted my cock to you like a damn teenager for so many nights— just to have this…fuck— just to have you.”
His words getting sloppier.
Possession turning desperate as he grabs at you.
“Fuckin’ say it.” He growls. “Say you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck- I’m yours! God— Simon, I’m yours!”
You cry out, ecstasy running your mouth as you cling to his shoulders like you’ll fall apart without him.
Your second orgasm building fast… too sharp.
Simon fucks you like some kind of animal, like he’s lost his damn mind.
His voice turns into a wrecked collection of murmurs.
He truly sounds like a mad man.
His grip bruises your hips, rutting into you like he wants to leave a piece of himself inside of you. Almost apologetically, he kisses at your neck right when warmth floods inside of you.
Simon whimpers against your throat, unable to stop even as his cum fills you. He rolls his hips slowly. Dragging it out, small left over spurts pulsing deep into you.
You can’t speak, just left panting
trying to catch your breath.
Sweat clings hair to your forehead.
Reality settles in as Simon finally pulls out of you.
Simon just fucked you, in a shitty bar bathroom of all places.
What the hell did you two just do?
Simon kneels down, so carefully placing your panties back on you.
Fixing your clothes like you’re something delicate.
You sit in his release. Cold and sticky.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You lean in like it’s been practiced.
His arms wrap around you, gently picking you up.
Almost not catching it when he says.
“Let’s get you home, love.”
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