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Ę ËáČđŒâ 18+! husband!simon riley takes care of you
simon riley comes home after a long day, body aching and his mind exhausted. he quirks a brow when he sees the usually bustling kitchen now void of his beloved. he walks down to the only other place his girl would be, their bedroom. and as he guessed, there you were. lying down in your short pink nightgown, hiked up and stopped right at your thighs, leaving much to imagine.
you're on your stomach, arms hugging the pillow your head is on. your eyes are shut and your breathing steady, you're clearly asleep. he stops by the foot of the bed, admiring your figure before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. that gentle action does nothing to wake you from your slumber.
he smiles and continues pressing kisses onto your back, his hands reach up to hold your hips. his thumbs gently dig into the plush of your flesh before pushing the fabric up. to his surprise, you're completely bare underneathâyour soaked cunt all for display.
he can barely bite back a groan at the sight of you. he can't help but run his thumb over your slit. that earns him a soft whine from your sleep. he softly grins at your reaction and decides to tease you. gently, he parts your folds and eases in two fingers. tight but easy enough because of your wetness. at first, you let out a small noise, but when he slowly pumps his fingers, your body shifts ever so slightly. your face twists as you emit a small moan.Â
the sight of you being finger fucked asleep by him was enough to make his pants tighter than usual. he quickens his pace, making you moan louder. he curls his fingers, and that's when your eyes open. softly, your lashes flutter, you look around confused but in pleasure. you look back and see him. "m-mmh babe..?" you ask yet does nothing to stop him. he, however, continues moving his fingers. he then presses a kiss to your exposed neck, murmuring in response; "mhm. I'm home, baby." your eyes shut again as you whine. it isn't long until you got wetter, your legs slightly partingâas if asking for more.Â
he smiles subtly at your unraveling. but suddenly, he pulls his fingers out. this makes you whine and look back at him. he chuckles and gets on the bed, between your legs. he unbuckles his belt, throws it to the floor where it can be forgotten, undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. leaking and eager.Â
you whine again, peaking from your pillow. "i'm too tired to do anything..." you admit. he chuckles and rubs the back of your thigh. "i know, baby. I'll take care of you." he can see the soft blush on your cheeks but his attention snaps back to your cunt. he positions himself over you, pulling you up by the hips a bit. he nudges the tip in, letting you ease into it before pushing more in. you immediately whimper and clutch the pillow harder. he can feel your body trembling, not from pain, but for more.
he whispers sweet praises to your ear as he pushes more. one of his hands covers yours as the other grips your hip. he kisses your temple and nape when he finally bottoms out. after letting you get used to his size, he pulls out midway and thrusts back in. upon doing so, you clutch the pillow tighter, muffling your moans into it. his hand moves back to your hips as he starts moving.Â
"aah... simon!" you whimper. your mouth is open, a string of lewd noises escaping you. you buck your hip, earning a groan out of him from the sudden movement. "you feel sooo good.. so good!" you slur, both from pleasure and your previous slumber.
he pulls out suddenly, then gently flipping you onto your back before pushing back in. you moan incoherent noises at this point, that only get amplified when he bends your legs to your chest. his hands grip the back of your thighs firmly, his cock still moving at its fast pace. your face contorts in ecstasy and your toes curl. this new position making his cock reach even deeper places.
at a particular angle, you cry out. stars flash behind your eyes as he kisses your sweet spot with his tip. he immediately picks up on that and angles his thrusts to hit it repeatedly. you shout his name, your back arches off the bed. "fuck- baby baby- please! oh god!" you sob. he groans as he feels your walls tighten. he folds you further in, fucking you senseless in an attempt to chase your climax.
your noises get louder, loud enough to expect a complaint from their neighbor tomorrow morning. "right there! don't stop- don't fucking stop!" you beg, clawing at his back desperately. he leans down to add to your pleasure, licking on your breast and sucking eagerly. he feels his impending release as well, thrusting roughly a few more times before trying to pull out. but not before you lock your legs around him, keeping him in. "no- no cum in me, give me your baby..!" you whine desperately. that plea alone almost turns him feral. he thrusts into your cunt deep and hard before burying himself deep into you, spilling his seed and painting your insides white with cum. the sensation of getting filled up was too much for you, and just at the same time, a deep and pitched moan signals your release.
he eventually pulls out, peppering kisses all over your face and uttering the softest praiseÂ
always thinking about simon settled between your legs, your thighs loosely hung around his hips as he fucks you so nice and slow all while heâs smoking a cigarette.
he only removes it from his chapped lips when he leans down, smoke circling the two of you like a halo when he kisses you.
your moans are drowned out, silenced by the taste of tobacco.
when he pulls away, the cigarette gets place right back where i was before, nestled between his top and bottom lip. his hips begin the slow pace he had set before, hands possessively settled on your hips.
ghost x f! reader
tags/cw: smut (eventually). fixed simon pov. forced proximity bordering on captivity. somno. voyeurism. all that said this is probably the most wholesome thing i've ever written lol
your car breaks down in a snowstorm. a crude stranger takes you in from the cold.
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18+ mdni simon riley is a horrible lay, everyone says.
thatâs what youâve heard around base, from men and women alike. heâs too fucking big, apparently, fucks like the mean bastard that he is. hurts. apparently, heâs so cold he doesnât even care for his partner. and apparently, every time anyoneâs tried to sleep with him, theyâve always stormed out of his room, pissed off at him because his room is a hellhole.Â
apparently. itâs all word of mouth, but you believe it.Â
but after the end of the month drinks at the local spoons, you can barely get simon off you, heâs pawing at you with his big hands. the two of you split a cider in two, and he looks at you with his big brown eyes, ây- youâre really fucking hot.â he blurts out, kissing your nose with chapped lips.
his face is red, blushing deeply as you try your best to not flush the same. âand johnny told me you canât ever think about the pretty lass on floor 3 with the filing cabinet, but guess what, i can.â he kisses you on the side of your head this time, and youâre enjoying his affections.
itâs only back in his room on base that he fumbles with his belt, before he looks at you again, âs-sorry, itâs just, i donât really get to spend the night with pretty women like you-â
you want to hide your face in his pillows, his room is really fucking nice. he has plants, actual plants growing from gaz, sketch drawings from johnny, photographs of him and the captain.Â
his cock is huge, hard and leaking, slapping against his stomach, but he still looks at you with his sweet brown eyes, âlove, itâs okay if itâs too bigâŠâ he sounds dejected already, but you just shake your head, itâs nowhere near as big what the word around base was.Â
âitâs fine simon-â you whisper, licking your lips and placing kitten licks on his length, feeling the taste of him coat your tongue.Â
âno no no-â he shakes his head, pulling away before his hands touch your wet panties, âfuck, youâre so wet love.âÂ
and then he dives in, tugging them off, before licking at your cunt with a sloppy tongue, he doesnât have a technique down but whatever the fuck heâs doing itâs good, your legs are shaking as his tongue dips inside you.
âgotta make sure itâs good for you-â okay, what the fuck was anyone talking about?
he slides into you with ease, and thrusts into you? his hands above your head, his eyes still looking at you. âyouâre very fuckinââŠÂ mmmphâŠÂ hot.â he says, with a grin on his scarred face that would look terrifying if it wasnât for the way his brown eyes shone with sweetness.
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it wasnât long before his cock twitches inside of you, and his eyes roll back, âoh fuck love, right thereâ fuck!â he was filling you deep, his cum thick in your stomach.Â
âlove?â he asks, whimpering, his head on your chest, âlove, did you find it good?â heâs desperate for your fucking approval.Â
you kiss his head, his soft curls growing out of army regs.
âyes darling.â fuck the word of mouth, did anyone even try this with him?
âth-thank you dove-â he pants, his cock deep inside you as you keep stroking his hair, feeling his breath even out.Â
Soap seems like the type of guy to want to share you with the task force. He definitely gets a stiffy thinking about his bonnie girl getting split open on Ghost's cock.
If you agreed to the sharing, Soap would be ecstatic. He'd pamper you all nice, give you a bath, brush your hair, and rub you all over with sweet-smelling lotion.
Soap would probably tie your hands together behind your back. Maybe he'd slide a plug into your ass, maybe he wouldn't.
Soap would definitely blindfold you. He'd make you guess which man's cock you're taking. A correct guess meant an orgasm. An incorrect guess meant a slap across the ass.
Soap would let Price fuck you first. Price has got a good sized cock, a little longer than Soap's, but not as thick. Soap would sloppily kiss you while his Captain's cock kisses your cervix.
"Who's fuckin' ye, lass?" Soap would ask teasingly, fingers gently rubbing your nipple.
"J-John, John!" You cried, Price's cock repeatedly striking that spot inside you. Soap's fingers would immediately be on your clit, coaxing you into an orgasm.
Oh, and Soap would let the men cum inside you.
Next in line would be Gaz. He'd be more gentle, slowly, sensually grinding into your already sloppy pussy. His fingers would gently tease your clit while you moaned and whined.
You'd easily be able to guess that it's Gaz. Soap would reward you with your second orgasm of the night. Don't worry, it won't be your last.
Ghost would always be third in line. His cock was too big for you to take without at least one orgasm and at least one other dick beforehand.
And when he finally split you open, it would feel like his cock was in your throat. You couldn't do much more than lay there and take it.
"Yeah, that's it... You know whose big cock is spreading you open." Soap breathed, lips placing sloppy kisses on your neck.
"Si-Simon!"
"Attagirl, good job, bonnie."
Soap's fingers would immediately rub and pinch your clit, throwing you into yet another orgasm.
Ghost doesn't stop when you cum. He'll fuck you harder after you do. Ghost would fuck you like he hates you. Maybe he does.
Once Ghost finally cums inside you, Soap is on you. One of his favorite things to do is lick other men's cum out of your drooling, sloppy, creamy pussy.
Only then will Soap fuck you. He'd tease you the whole time, asking if you knew that his cock was the only one that could make you squirt.
"Yes, yes!" You'd cry, pussy clenching around Soap.
He'd roughly pinch your clit just to hear you moan. If you squirt, Soap will laugh at you. He'll smack your poor pussy.
I just know Gaz gets so condescending when he fucks you stupid
HeÂŽd already made you cum with his mouth, fucked you for over an hour until he came inside you. And when you thought you were getting a break, he flipped your trembling body around and thrust into you again before pulling you against him.
Now youÂŽre sitting on top of him with your back against his chest, your legs straddling his. His cock is deep inside you, just grinding while some of his load leaks out of you. One of his hands toys with your clit, the other wrapped around your waist while your head lays against his shoulder.
You whine while shaking around him, and with his kindest voice he says ÂŽÂŽWhat is it, sweetheart? Does it not feel good?ÂŽÂŽ pushing his cock even further into you. You lift your head and buck away from him, itÂŽs too much, too good, but you canÂŽt formulate sentences right now. ÂŽÂŽNo, no, no, love -ÂŽÂŽ he says, using the hand between his legs to pull you back into him ÂŽÂŽ- youÂŽre supposed to stay right hereÂŽÂŽ, the hand around your waist lifting to hold you by your neck.
ÂŽÂŽKyle...ÂŽÂŽ you whine, eyes rolling back ÂŽÂŽI know, baby, I knowÂŽÂŽ, itÂŽs almost mocking, his hand lifting even further until his fingers press against your mouth and you start sucking them ÂŽÂŽYou get confused sometimes, but donÂŽt worryÂŽÂŽ he kisses your temple ÂŽÂŽIâm right hereÂŽÂŽ
Price has been acting like he hates you during the five months you've been together. He pushes you away, rejects you, and yells at you when you try to get close to him, asking for a simple kiss or hug. It's even worse when you do this in public. Price reluctantly accepts your touch, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his friends, but when you get home?
He's already yelling at you again.
When you have sex, Price turns you over onto your stomach, with your butt up, not wanting to face your face. When you try to touch him, he automatically pushes your hands away, claiming that he hates it when you do that. The insults he directs at you in bed seem to have become personal, and you just can't get turned on anymore when you hear him talking to you like that.
He feels no remorse, let alone guilt, when you complain about his rough behavior. On the contrary, he seems satisfied to see that it clearly has a negative effect on you.
Until you finally get tired of it.
Although you're hurt, you hoped he would insist a little more so you wouldn't break up with him, but Price is sure you'll soon come back to him with your tail between your legs.
Now imagine his surprise when he sees you in a relationship with his favorite sergeant. Gaz, such a sweet man, is completely in love with you. It's not something fleeting. No. He knows that what he's feeling is a much stronger feeling than just a casual crush. And that's why he makes a point of showing you his love.
Honestly, if you had known you would soon be with such an incredible person, you would have left John a long time ago.
Kyle is attentive, loves to talk to you about your preferences. He loves it even more when you melt completely upon realizing that he is doing everything to please you. At no point does he expect you to reciprocate. Love, you are not indebted to him.
When you make love, he loves to spend a long time worshipping you, running his hands and mouth over every inch of your body. If you try to hide your face, Kyle will surely ask you in a patient voice why you are doing that, and he will guide you with a gentle hand to look into his eyes, without ever looking away for a second.
oh but bluecollar!simon where you had kids but split up whilst theyâre still little
still takes such good care of you and his babies. when he comes to pick them up for his week with them, heâll always find something in your flat that needs fixing and takes care of it right on the spot. gives you cash every time you see him despite you trying to protest against it
heâs still the person your girlfriends call when you get too drunk on a night out and he acts so irritated but he loves it really. when he picks you up bridal style and you just shove your face into his neck, inhaling his aftershave
âyou smell soooo good, si. that the one I got you for fatherâs day?â
heâll message you when heâs got the kids, telling you to come over for dinner because they miss you. but in reality, he just wants any excuse to see you. still calls you the missus when heâs on site despite not actually being together
and when he drops them back to you, you always give him a tray of food to take home because you know he doesnât eat properly when itâs just him in his flat :(
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âi wonder how much salt it would take to make a glass of water have the same PH as the dead sea.â
simon looks at you like you just spewed absolute nonsense at him. âwot?â
you shrug and continue walking down the street, clinging onto your boyfriendâs beefy arm tightly. âiâm just sayingâŠâ
âwhat, love? what are you saying?â he sighs loudly. he really needs to pay more attention to the amounts of you drink at pubs. but he knows he couldnât possibly, because his eyes are always glued to you, and youâre stubborn.
he also loves taking care of you.
âiâm sayingâ oh, look duckies!â you squeal, skipping away from him and towards the ducks that were crossing towards your side streets.
âhi duckies!â
âsi, say hi to the duckies!â
simon sighs heavily, watching you watch the mother duck lead itâs ducklings to safety. their little webbed feet pitter-patter against the pavement.
âhi, duckies,â he sighs again.
you grin and walk back to him, his hand is already outstretched for you to take which you do happily.
âthe momma reminds me of you.â
simonâs head turns toward you so fast that it almost gives you whiplash. âwhat does that mean?â
âthe baby duckies look so safe and content with their momma⊠it may seem like a weird comparison but.. thatâs how i feel with you, si.â
and when you look up at with those soft, doe eyes of yours, simon âghostâ riley melts. that ruthless, emotionless giant man of yours, melts.
all for you.
all because of you.
âcâmere,â he wraps his arm around your waist, smushing you against his side, and leans down to press a loving kiss to your forehead. âi love you, dove.â
you smile widely, tightening your hold on his own waist, one of your hands flat against his hard chest.
âi love you, too, si.â
the first line was actually something honey recommended i say to someone to change a subject and i thought it was funny so i reused it in this 4 her đ
đ§à§ mean!simon x reader ⯠cw: age gap (unspecified & legal)
đ àčÂ Â Â Ś Â simon needs you to stay quiet while your parents are down the hall. emphasis on age gap and all that jazz (reader is an adult).
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âChrist, you can be such a kid sometimes; quit whining,â Simon sighs sharply with exasperationâbordering on urgencyâhips slamming into yours as if to drive the point further home. He doesn't quite mean to be harsh, but he's on edge as is with your parents slumbering down the hall and keeping you quiet is proving to be a task.
He watches you blubber and twitch on his cock almost like it hurts, and maybe it does, but it only reminds him of your youth and inexperience; something about that makes him angry. At himself? At you and your naĂŻvete? At the sands of time itself, perhaps.
âWell, go pick on someone your own age then,â you mumble defensively, your furrowed brows peeking over your shoulder at him. A dewy flush has spread across your torso and creeps up your ears, sweat glistening along the valley of your curved spine as you twist to glare at him petulantly. Simon finds you pretty just like thisâwith your bra strap sagging down your shoulder and your lower lip sticking out, and all.
You don't even know the weight of your words.
He scoffs derisively, a near-laugh, almost amused by your quip despite himself. Guilelessly, your heart flutters triumphantly at the idea of amusing him somehow, for the modicum of approval, before Simon leans in to sneer in your ear, lips set in a straight line, âShut it.â
âYer gonna wake your parents, y'want that?â His fingers braid through your hair, gathering the strands at the base of your skull in a tight fist and dictating where your head stays. (A piteous 'Ow!' is consequently muffled into the bedding.) He pulls out halfway before sawing back inside, watching your puffy cunt spread wide to swallow his thick shaft, a bead of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. âWon't be able to fuck this sweet lil' cunt anymore if they take you away from me. We don't want that, do we, pet?â
âN-Noââ
âGood.â He rewards your compliance by plunging into your heat with a thrust that makes the bedframe creak under his weight in protest, smushing your cheek in the mattress with the hand on your head. You scrunch your eyes shut to brace yourself for the onslaught Simon pours over you, jerking in time with his unforgiving ministrations. The frilly throw pillow wedged between the bedframe and the wall trembles with each pass, soaking up the noise while it takes the brunt of your activities.
The stickiness of your arousal streaks his shaftâglistening webs stretching out between you and his sack, drenching him anew as he withdraws then rams back in. His blunt fingers trace your mouth where choked moans emit from presently, inspecting the cushion of your lips in a sort of appreciation for your good, silent behavior. They slip past the rim of your warm mouth, forcing your lips to gape around the intrusion as they hook on; feeling your wet tongue under the pads of his fingers. Feeling you salivate as he grazes your tender g-spot. With all his years of experience and your lack of it, you're so easy to figure out.
He observes your voice inadvertently grow in volume as you struggle around the intrusion in your mouth, wringing out staccato whines from your throat as his cock pistons inside you. Your brows knit together helplessly, slurping, drooling, and whimpering around his digits all at once while you try to swallow your voice, and Simon aids you by relieving your jaw and letting you suckle on his fingers instead. Your soft lips seal around his middle and ring finger all too readily, puckered and suckling.
Simon can't help but coo at the sight in his low baritone, tutting quietly, âJust like that. Real quiet now, aintcha?â Your spit bubbles around his knuckles as he pushes deeper, enough to make you gag, but Simon makes it clear he doesn't mind the mess with the evidence of his desire throbbing inside your cunt meanly.
âJust need a firm hand to reel you in every now and again, hm? Is thaÊŒ what you need, luv?â The warmth of his breath brushes against the shell of your ear, his sweaty chest against your back, your eyelids blowing wide as you peek at his shadowy silhouette out of the corner of your eye. He can feel your tongue flounder against his fingers, a muffled noise behind his knuckles.
By way of the obstruction in your mouth, you don't bother with an answerârather, your mind is someplace entirelyâeyelids blissfully sliding shut as his girth, curved just right, plunges in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him welcomingly.
âIs it?â
Nodding your head in haste, your eyes water as his cockhead slams against what you're pretty sure is your cervix. You gasp for air as though trying to make room for him in your ribs, and Simon can feel every spasm of your aching pussy around him, painting your insides with pre.
The syllables of sorry and yes are mouthed around his thick digits, and a secret part of Simon relishes this, all of it: you, unadulterated and unfiltered. Still new, still unpolished. Simon, a grounding force. Someone to teach you to handle all that buzzing energy.
Simon's burly form is like a blanket on top of you, his angular nose nuzzling the nape of your sweat-damp neck. In the dark of your room, everything sounds awfully... wetâfrom the suckling sounds from your mouth, to the wet slide of his cock inside your dripping hole.
His eyes slide from the crown of your head to the strip of light under your bedroom door, which has remained undisturbedâuntil now. Simonâs heavy-lidded gaze lingers on the shadowy movement beyond it, the drone of his shallow pants filling your ears as you're immobilized under him, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the world.
It's only when his fingers pop past your lips and clamp tight over your mouth that you're alerted to the distinct noise of your father's yawning outside, floorboards creaking below his lumbering feet nearly lost under your own rapid heartbeat in your ears. âQuiet,â Simon mutters in your ear brusquely, straight teeth nipping at your earlobe.
âHonÊŒ? You awake?â
As your stomach drops fearfully, so too do your thighs clamp together when Simon bucks his hips against you.
âHah, wait, Siââ
âShut up nÊŒ take it.â
You're drowning in the sheets, really, getting fucked into the mattress by the man on top of you while your father's voice floats into the room. He never pulls out fully, just saws in like he's intent on making you feel every inch of his veiny girth and breaking you down here and now. Simonâs achingly close, and he's hardly eager to put this on hold for laterâespecially when your spasming cunt seems to be milking him for all he's worth. So he doesn't.
You don't respond to your father, hoping to feign sleepâand he tries again, God bless his soul. The bedding smothers your head, your stifled breaths echoed back to you making his voice almost inaudible.
âCould've sworn...â
The muttering trails off, and his footsteps lazily recede down the hall into a soft pitter-patter. You hold your breath, waiting to hear the click of his bedroom door, only it never comes. Is it anxiety or butterflies twisting in your belly? You can't tell.
Simon knows you're trapped like this, smothered and stuffed full with his cock, and he likes that. You have half the mind to keep your mouth shut as he unloads his spend in you with choked grunts, the only half-hearted sign of disapproval your kicking legs.
You finish in the same breath that the heavy footfalls close in on your door, leaving a creamy ring around the base of Simon's shaft as he fucks his cum into you with wet squelches.
âIt's 3 AM, go to bed!â
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àčÂ Â Â Ś Â authorÊŒs note â idk about you, but my parents still get mad at me for staying up late at my grownass age. this one is rushed & full of bad run-on sentences. enjoy my word vomit its so bad lool.
omg what do you guys think of this?? peter claffey is 6ft5 / 1.96m and i think he vaguely resembles a younger version of Ghostâs voice actor đ”âđ«
idk by principal i don't usually like fancasting anyone as simon but i can't deny this one
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đ§à§ đŠ dad's bestfriend!au. | mdni. â outdoor sex, piss kink (f), porn without plot, slightly dubcon, secret relationship, simon referred to as 'uncle simon' 1x (not by reader), simon calls reader 'kid' 1x.
a/n : gross! ik! and to the anon who requested tf141 piss kink (giving), ur time to shine might come later, this was just a draft i had lying around without finishing until now.
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âNature calls,â
you announce to no one in particular while hauling yourself to your feet, mumbled words overtaken by the crackling campfire and the animated conversation that surrounds it. Simon's ears perk at the sound of your wordsânot for any deviant reasons in particular, not yetâhooded eyes trailing after your retreating figure as the shadows swallow you up. The sandy-haired man grunts to himself noncommittally, tucking his chin in and staring down the neck of his Budweiser, a shadow of deliberation passing over his angular features. He takes stock of the firelit faces of your friends and family sitting in a circle, before his eyes follow the spit of sparks from the fire, lying low at their feet.
âOff for some firewood.â SimonÊŒs burly frame unfolds from the fallen log, forcing his companions at either side to shuffle down the makeshift seating arrangement and make way for the behemoth-sized man. Nobody pays any mind to his sudden departure, which, curiously, always seems to coincide with yoursâafter all, he's just Uncle Simon, isn't he? Your father's hulking, phantom-like bestfriend who seldom speaks. No one thinks twice about it, and why should they?
They resume chowing on toasted sÊŒmores undisturbed like a herd of gazelles at a watering hole.
His emptied drink joins the rainbow of soda-lime bottles on the grass, the back of his arm dragged carelessly across his mouth.
Simon makes quick work of retracing your path through the woods with the efficiency of a seasoned hunterâor perhaps a SAS operator. The white flash emanating from your smartphone dapples through the foliage, the device, your sole source of illumination, perched precariously on a nearby boulder. He watches you stiffen, then slowly turn, at the crunch of leaves under Simon's boots, a brow ticking upward as he takes in your prim little set-up with a roll of toilet paper and one of those gimmicky-looking portable bidets you bought online. You're delightfully far from the rag tag life Simon himself has grown accustomed to. Simon doesn't blame you; his bestfriend raised you well.
âSimon,â you call his name incredulously, half-relief, half-exasperation as you clutch your racing heart over your clothes. âIt's just you. Gosh, I thought a grizzly was coming to get me.â
âJust me,â he responds dryly, his gaze stuttering down your form as you drop the hem of your sundress back down. His clothes rustle as he folds his arms across his chest, leaning one shoulder against a tree trunk.
âDo you mind?â You raise your brows at the man expectantly, gesturing for him to look away with a flourish of your index finger. âI need to pee.â
The toes of Simon's boots bump against your feet as he covers the distance between you with three strides flat, the flashlight near you lighting the planes of his face from below, giving them a ghostly cast. âGo 'head, then. Who's stopping you?â His hands, large and heavy next to your shorter limbs, toy with the edge of your dress, bundling it upwards while goosebumps rise along your thighs.
âQuite literally you,â you retort, one hand on his chest as you back up against the tree barkâand hope for dignity's sake that he doesn't notice how your knees rub together, the pressure in your lower belly growing more potent.
âJust need a little taste,â he groans against the delicate shell of your ear, his lips roaming over your cheek until they successfully land on your warm mouth. You meep against his mouth before finally squeezing your eyelids shut in concession, humming sweetly for the few seconds of heaven you afford the Brit before pulling away, your lips disconnecting with a wet smack.
âOkay, enough, big guy.â An exasperated giggle peters past your lips despite yourself as you nudge his solid chest, attempting to fix him with a stern look in your eye and hoping he gets the message. Simon can be surprisingly willful, at times. âI got business to dââ
Cool air brushes your skin as he snags your panties down your hipbones, hooking his thumbs under the waistband. For a frightening moment, you almost fear your underwear dropping will force muscle memory to kick in and you'll lose control of your bladderâbut your body doesn't betray you for the time being.
âIÊŒm serious,â you mumble against his chest to no avail, thighs clamping around his thick wrist as he lowers his fingers to your bare cunt. âMaybe later.â
âNot later. Now.â
Simon interjects with his fingers breaching your entrance, your knees instantly buckling under you and sending your head towards his chest. The space between the tree trunk and his torso is tight, an arm beside your head barricading you in place as he thumbs your clit, fingers simultaneously curling inside you.
It tickles, almost. Calloused fingertips graze your slippery walls, tingles blooming up your spine like live sparks. Your muscles feel far too weak, too lax to contain your body's baser instincts, but you try, nibbling your lip and keening into his shirt.
âSo wet,â Simon coos fondly, his voice drowned by the lewd squelch of his fingers twisting and pumping inside you. The moisture does little to help your urge to pee, and you feel a little put out by yourself for being so distracted by your bladder when you have a tall, rugged man eager to please you. Ah, the consequences of drinking 8 cups of water a day.
A droplet races down the inside of your thigh to your ankle, your walls tightening around his fingers with a pained-sounding grunt as you hop around in surprise, warmth flooding your belly.
The blood drains from your face. For a second, you just hope he doesn't notice and consider pretending nothing happened, but you probably couldn't live that down. Instead, the fabric of his shirt twists in your fists as you tug and push at him with a spillage of apologies. God, Simon is going to hate you forever and never be attracted to you ever again, isn't he?
âHoly crap, holy crapâSimon, wait. I think I just, a little, IÊŒm sorryâ!â
Simonâs fingers are still inside you nonetheless, your inner thighs rubbing against his wrist as he keeps at it. His lips brush the top of your head when he shushes you. âBaby, baby, baby,â Simon murmurs sedatively, patting your back, but you aren't hearing any of it.
âWait, wait, wait. I gotta go, Si.â You stomp your foot in all seriousness, but Simonâs attention is caught by your arched spine, the heat in your face as you bend forward, knees pressed together as you tug anxiously at the hem of your dress. âI told you 'later.'â
âAnd I said we're doing this here and now,â Simon grunts bluntly, cocking his chin up sharplyâbrooking no room for arguement.
You whine from deep in your chest, letting out an exaggerated sob and throwing your head back in defeat and exasperation altogether. âEasy does it,â the man murmurs, not without a touch of vexation at your perceived insolence, and backs you up against the tree. He turns your back towards him and unceremoniously maneuvers you against the tree trunk with the fabric of your sundress bunched in his fist.
âYouÊŒre, like, insane. IÊŒve never met someone so stubborn,â you whisper-yell incredulously, the petulant pinch of your brows visible over your shoulder.
The insistent throb between your legs sharpens as his fingers return, stretching your achy cunt full again. Simon grunts, satisfied, at the break in your voice. The heel of his palm smacks against your soft flesh with each snap of his wrist, your cunt dripping around his dextrous fingers.
Red-hot shame crawls up the back of your neck and into your ears as your hips buck uselessly against his hand, the pressure in your belly building while your walls spasm and squeeze around his fingers.
âHold it,â Simon's voice rumbles behind you evenlyâwhich to you is the only option either way. You don't understand his intentions.
âSimon, IÊŒm trying,â you answer back, antsy, fingers fidgeting restlessly with your dress. You brace one hand against the tree, folding forward in your attempt to restrain yourselfâanchored only by his hand, two fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt. Perhaps if you weren't so panicked, you'd think twice about how ridiculous the situation is.
You make a valiant effortâholding your breath, squeezing your legs togetherâand still, your muscles falter with each prod of his fingertips. Hopping from one foot to the other, you don't even notice the first telltale drops of liquid past his fingers, only that his hand feels treacherously good. It sounds wet and fucking filthy, his fingers sliding into your wetness without a hitch.
A high-pitched, pathetic string of 'ah-ah-ah's fall from your gaping mouth, accompanied by his name on your tongue, always. You don't realize you're tearing up until your vision is blurred, hips rocking back against his coarse hand.
His fingers pull out of you with your juices splattering onto the dry leaves below, your body sent stumbling forward against the trunk with a startled 'Oh!' He lowers his zipper and chucks the denim down his legs, then yanks your panties off your ankles and lines himself up with your entrance. Your panties land in the same pile as his crumpled jeans and boxers.
Your dripping cunt pulses in anticipation as he rubs himself against your seam, leaking down your inner thighs bit by bit. The agonizing stretch makes you preen and clamp your thighs together, your belly taut with his cock pressing against your stomach from the inside.
You feel a warm liquid travel down your thighs every time he bottoms out, the pressure on your bladder too much to bear. âSimon, please, I can't hold it,â you plead tearily. The friction of your body trembling against him as you shift your weight between your feet and cross your legs elicits a groan from low in his chest, his head falling back languidly.
âShit, baby, let go f'me.â His palm caresses your lower belly before flattening against it, the large expanse of his hand nearly enough to cover your waist.
âWhat!? No, jus' hurry pull outâohâstop, waitââ
Your pulse spikes so fast itâs dizzying, his long fingers pressing down below your navel now.
âSsh, ssh. YouÊŒll feel better, luv, I promise. Come on, kid, lemme help you,â Simon murmurs, his other hand reaching up to fondle your tits through your sundress.
You feel the tightness in your abdomen, the way the slight curve of his shaft carves into you, warmth coiling inside of you until you're mewling. Your hips stutter before a rush of clear liquid sprays from between your legs, your clit pulsing insistently as your piss gushes around his cock. Simon groans into your neck as his cock continues to pummel your tender insides without abandon, warm liquids streaming down his cock.
âAtta girl. Fuck, that's good. You're so fucking good f'me. That's it, baby.â
You sigh breathlessly in relief as your cunt squeezes around him, almost crying out, a warm sensation blooming between your thighs. It sloshes out of you in a steady stream each time he pulls back, leaving only the tip inside before he plunges balls deep and it splashes against both your thighs.
âSo fucking sexy,â Simon groans behind you, calloused palms covering your ass, groping and kneading. âSuch a messy lil' girl. I fucking love it. Make a mess all over me.â His voice lowers to a guttural rasp as he gives your ass a squeeze, cupping the underside of your plush ass, thumbs spreading your folds open around his cock to watch your piss leak around him in sheer infatuation despite your shy squirming.
It lasts shamefully longâa slowly unwinding knot inside you as your full belly shrinks, like the longest-lasting climax you've ever hadâthe sound of the liquid hitting the ground louder than it has any right to be, making your ears burn with embarrassment.
The stream slows to a thin trickle between your legs, your chest heaving as he fucks the last few drops out of you. Your cunt pulses and throbs by the time it ends, your clit slightly swollen. He pulls his hard cock out just to watch the remaining droplets clinging to your folds, hunching over you and slapping the shaft against your glistening ass. You blink slowly in astonishment, both palms braced against the tree trunk as you peer back at him, shame-faced. â...IâI think I just came.â
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