NASTY . | ft. S. RILEY " GHOST "
( hii guys, i've been so busy with work & college i haven't had time to post on here at all . this is a bit messy but i hope u enjoy it <3 not many warnings ; afabreader x simon , he's a little mean ummm thats kinda it nothing too crazy here ':) just simon n lovie whos about to ovulate lol )
the barracks were quiet, like in indrawn breath being held. the sticky, humid air filled all the rooms. it was hot - too hot. occasional thumps of other soldiers heavy boots sauntered outside.
simons room was dark, save for the flicker of his laptop on the desk, the white light casting across his bare chest. he leaned back in his desk chair, sweat glistening on his collarbones, and a subtle scowl on his face from the heat, the heavy seam of scar tissue puckered as his lips sneered slightly.
you were already on your knees before you knew it.
it started off as your daily routine, just a kiss. just a soft, lazy brush of both your lips when you came in to say goodnight — but your hands slid down his abs, and your body reacted by itself, naturally.
it was a few days before you'd get your period. again, unfortunately. and your boyfriend, half-naked, and panting slightly from the heat — was simply too much for you to just overlook.
now, your fingers dug into his thighs, holding on like you were rock climbing, mouth wet and eager around his cock, taking him as deep as you could.
“fuckin' hell…” simon grunted, voice low and raspy as his fingers curled in your hair. “you can’t ... fuckin’ stop, can ya'?”
you moaned around him in response, loving the way his hips jerked just slightly, causing your head to bob back. his control slipping, but this was nothing new. you brung your head down slowly, deliberately, dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft, cheeks hollowing, moaning like you were starving for him, dragging this out much longer than either of you could handle.
he tasted like sweat and skin and something so purely simon it had your thighs rubbing together. your pussy throbbed, panties now soaked, but you didn’t care. not at all. you just wanted to taste him, feel him twitch in your mouth, hear him curse and lose control. again, and again.
“look at you,” he rasped, watching you through half-lidded eyes he blinked to keep open. “fuckin’ filthy little thing. you’re obsessed.”
you pulled back just long enough to grin up at him. your lips were wet, a little swollen, and your voice was wrecked. “i can’t help it. you’re so hot, si, you’re the fucking problem.”
“yeah?” he growled. “get up. i’m not fuckin’ coming in your mouth tonight.” he sat back in the chair, gesturing you to get up.
you blinked, still breathless. staring up at him with eyes slightly widened. what did you do wrong? but his voice dropped even lower. “gonna fuck you instead.”
he yanked you up when you took too long, spun you around before you could process what was happening, and pushed you face-first onto the bed. you yelped. half shocked, half thrilled as he ripped your shorts down your thighs. your panties went with them like a koala clinging to it's mother, sticking to your soaked pussy, and he just groaned at the sight.
he exhaled, sharp, in approval. “you’re fuckin’ dripping.”
“i told you,” you whined, arching your back, presenting yourself for him without shame. “it’s the week— i want you like, all the time—”
“you’re gonna take every inch,” he cooed, his tone betraying his nasty words, lining himself up without hesitation.
he slammed himself into you,
you screamed into the pillow, body jolting as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. his hips slapped against your ass, calloused fingers gripping your hips, balls heavy against your thighs, and you were already a mess, shaking and clenching around him.
“simon. fuck—” you strained.
“this what you needed?” he soothed, fucking you rough, deep, with full strokes that made your brain melt. you could feel him basically stretching you open. “you walk in here all sweet 'n' drop to your knees, aye. you wanted this cock so fuckin’ bad?”
“yeah,” you moaned into the pillow, fingers digging into the soft fabric. “i need it, si, need you—need you to fill me—”
he grunted, thrusting harder, and you felt his grip tighten on your hips.
“gonna fill you up, i’ll fuckin’ knock you up right here in this bloody bed.”
your body clenched hard at his words, and you sobbed with need, ass pushing back onto him like your body welcomed the idea.
“that's what you want, love?” his voice hoarse. “want me to fuck you full and leave you leaking all night?” he bent down, his mouth right behind your ear as he moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“please,” you pleaded. “do it—fill me up, simon— breed me—”
that got him.
he grabbed your hair, yanked you up against his chest and fucked up into you from behind, comfortably snug on his cock, stuffed full and sobbing with pleasure. one hand slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, mean circles until you were shattering around him, crying out his name.
“that’s it,” he praised all breathless, thrusting through your orgasm. “so tight—so...fuckin' wet—fuck—”
he slammed in one last time, held you there, and spilled inside you with a throaty groan. you could feel him pulsing inside, warmth flooding you, your body welcoming every drop.
you collapsed forward onto the bed, chest heaving, soaked with sweat and slick cum, your muscles instantly relaxing as he moved his cock from inside of you, placing a kiss on the back of your head as he gave a pat to your back, the bed squeaking as he got off. he wasn't great at aftercare, but the way he looks at you says enough.
