âyâwanna know what stupid looks like?â he mutters, head dropping down until his lips near your jaw. âyou, wakin up with my fuckin dog tags round your neck and nothin else.â
repost from my old deleted account tobeholyistobeempty - tispy simon riley x drunk reader. simon is a man of morals, even when you make it very very hard for him to exercise them. 18+. lots of detailed dirty talk.
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itâs honestly not even your fault.
youâll blame it all on soap, if anyone asks - heâs the one who had a tab open, a devil on his shoulder, and kept pouring shots as if they were free. now youâre blackout-adjacent, stumbling through the hallway with simonâs arm wrapped around your waist in some makeshift tourniquet while everything spins like a goddamn carousel.
simon always gets stuck on clean-up crew. mostly because heâs the only one who can handle their fuckin liquor.
needless to say, heâs used to this by now. used to the way youâve been rambling on about nothing for the better part of five minutes - doesnât say much when you stop and get distracted by something stupid for the billionth time. doesnât complain when you grab his arm and lean a little too hard into his side, as if heâs a lifeline in the sea that is the floor beneath your feet.
heâs tipsy, sure, but somehow still annoyingly steady. classic simon.
âjesussiâyouâre big.â itâs slurred and breathless, broken by your own laughter as your head drops lazily onto his shoulder. âlike, industrial grade. military-issued big.â
the corner of his mouth tilts. if you were sober youâd see the smirk heâs biting back.
âtha right?â
âmmm. like a fuckin tank,â you hum, fingers kneading the muscle under your palm. itâs involuntary - just like itâs involuntary when he twitches. âor an armoured vehicle. yâshould come with airbags.â
simon bites his cheek. the devil in you is dancing in the waves of tension rolling off him.
maybe heâs not as used to this as he thought - because this isnât just drunk-banter. this is you, murmuring compliments with all that heat behind them. personal. stupidly involuntarily honest.
hes not used to compliments. not ones that sound like that.
âyouâre drunk,â he breathes.
you grin. âsoâre you.â
ânot even half as much as you.â
you let out a giddy little laugh that makes him glance down, at that. itâs quick and brief, the way his eyes flick over you, like heâs checking to make sure you havenât stripped mid-hallway. itâs just the bickering that gets you. makes you warm inside.
âmânot that drunk,â you lie through your teeth with all the drunken confidence you possess. âi meanâi am, but not likeâŚmemory loss drunk. iâm still gonna remember how wide your shoulders are tomorrow.â
itâs only seconds after that and your fingers are moving again, crawling down his arm to where leather edge meets skin.
â..and how insanely big your hands are,â you sigh in continuation, unable to help yourself. âlikeâbiblically destructive. ruin-her-life-in-a-single-night kind of hands. anyone ever tell yâthat?â
and that might just be precisely when it starts - the feeling in his gut. brought to life through the filth youâre beginning to feed.
âdonât.â he says, and itâs torn. ânot now.â
heâs all but begging you - and however miraculously, his pace doesnât break. still steady as ever even as you switch from squeezing to tracing his tattoos with your finger. the only response he gives is a devastating clench of his jaw as he keeps you moving - steering past flickering lights and sterile walls.
âyâever choke a girl out with them?â you press, unfettered. ânot like, unconscious, but like. in bed?â
he exhales. slow. almost a growl.
âjesus. stop talkinâ.â
âwhy?â you blink up at him, all wide eyes and flushed cheeks, far too innocent for someone whoâs very much not being innocent. âam i makinâ you nervouuus?â
his head tilts just slightly, just enough to peer down at you again.
âno,â he says, and even drunk you hear the grit in it. âyouâre makinâ me hard.â
he says it like he hates himself for it. like it slipped out - cut from the meat of some deep place the inebriation in his veins simply wonât let him keep inside.
and you?
you blink slow, lips parting in surprise.
âfuckinâ finally.â you exhale with a smile. slow and crooked and dangerous. âthought iâd have to be on my knees and naked for you to admit thatââ
he doesnât let you finish that thought.
âfuckâs sake, yâlittle minx.â heâs dragging you now, as if heâs realizing the dangers that are surfacing the more this conversation continues. by this point heâs half-carrying, half-hauling your giggling form down the hall like you weigh nothing. âyâneed to stop talkin.â
âyou like it,â you slur between unsteady steps. âyâlike me like this cause youâre a freakkkââ
his grip tightens. morals in tatters. control evaporating.
âiâd like you more if yâwere unconscious.â he huffs, hard. âor duct-taped.â
that makes you giggle more. worse, it eggs you on.
âwas that supposed tâbe a threat?â you ask, lips glistening. âcause if so, itâs workingggg.â
he grunts - some deep, violent sound in his throat like that one hit a nerve. âbloody hell.â
by the time you make it to your door, heâs breathing heavy. less from exertion and more from sheer fucking restraint. it takes two seconds before he throws the hinges wide, kicks it shut with his boot, and all but drags you onto your bed.
and you hardly even realize youâve reached it until the cotton caresses the side of your cheek. but that feeling is quickly forgotten when simon, the gentleman that he is, leans over you - one knee braced on the mattress as his hands go to work on the laces of your boots.
your thighs tense. he notices.
âfuck, simon.â you canât stop yourself. not even god himself could, at this point. âiâve been into you for ages, yâknow.â
he pauses. boot in hand.
ââŚwhat?â
he says it low. like a warning - like a donât you fuckin start. but youâre too drunk to care - especially when all you smell is him and all you see are those shoulders, leaning over you while youâre flat on your back beneath him.
your lashes flutter.
âjus sayin- since, like. youâre in my room, on my bed above me like one of my codeine fever dreams.â you slur, brain sloshing. the room spins with it. âthought yâshould know.â
he looks at you like youâve hit him with a brick.
your head lolls. glassy eyes dragging up over the length of him. âused to think about itâyouâwhen i couldnât sleep.â
he swallows, and you watch his throat work with it. the grip heâs got on your ankle could shatter bone.
ââŚ.you tellin me yâthink bout me when yâtouch yourself?â he asks.
âgod yes.â you donât even realize youâve said it. âyou. your hands. bending me over the sinks. in the showers while muttering filth in my ear, tellin me to behaveââ
ââfuck.â it punches out of him like it hurts.
the silence falls heavy. he doesnât blink, breathe, or move for what feels like forty minutes, when in reality, itâs like forty seconds - just long enough for him clamp the leash back on whatever beast is tearing through him.
not fully, but enough.
you stretch like a cat, oblivious to it. arch your back. sigh. âdâyou think about it?â
he doesnât answer. not at first. thenâ
âonly when i breathe.â
your stomach lurches. your thighs twitch. âyou mean that?â
he looks at you, finally - eyes darker than the devils deal, filled with filth and heat from the fire you started without even trying.
he shakes his head, his jaw clenches with the effort of keeping the beast at bay. âi mean, if you donât stop talkin, mâgonna fuckinâ fold.â
the alcohol in your blood just roars, at that. fuel to the flaming fire inside you.
âtell me.â you murmur. âyou think about fucking me? what iâd sound like moaning yourââ
before you can finish that thought, his hand is over your mouth. it swallows your face, makes you twitch in all the wrong places â and he sees it.
âenough.â itâs barely a whisper. âchrist. fuck. youâre gonna make me do somethinâ stupid.â
you moan against his hand - it spills out of you, vibrates against his fingers. he curses.
âyâwanna know what stupid looks like?â he mutters, head dropping down until his lips near your jaw. âyou, wakin up with my fuckin dog tags round your neck and nothin else.â
his palm silences everything but your pulse, which is roaring, at this point.
your fingers come up, shift a few of his digits until your voice finds room to leak out. âplease.â
his eyes snap shut.
âyâdont know what youâre askin for, sweetâeart,â he mutters, grabbing the edge of the blanket with his free hand and yanking it over your hips. âainât gonna wake up with you hatin me.â
even drunk you realize heâs a man of morals.
âyou think iâd regret it?â you whisper. stars in your eyes. he doesnât respond. âsimon. i just told you iâve fantasized about fucking you. i wonder how big you are, if itâd hurtââ
his palm tightens over your lips again.
âone more fuckinâ word and iâll forget every goddamn reason why i shouldnât touch you right now.â he spits. âif yâeven remember this tomorrow, yâcome say it to me sober. promise on every grave iâve ever stood over iâll bend yâover on the spot and fuck the idea of regret right outta you.â
then he pulls back, moving slow like it hurts, and you smile.
âguess iâll see you tomorrow.â
âmhm.â he hums, take a step or two toward the door. âfuckin hope you will.â
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Saw this edit and needed to make a canon of this, what if Simon had a GF before he went into the military (and still has)
Simon was invited to a party on Saturday, and to be real, he didnât really want to go he was considered as one of the weirder but hotter kids, lots of scars, and didnât like to be seen. Yet he had a lot of âfriendsâ, It was a bunch of people who he was friendly with, but wouldnât exactly call them friends.
The party went on, for the most part it was pretty boring. He stood in the corner, observing. Thatâs when you showed up. You really popular, they invited you because they all wanted to be seen with you, you had that queen B energy.
He watched you walk into the house, as he had a beer in his one hand, and his phone in the other. He kept his gaze on you, before he noticed people already surrounding you. He stayed where he was in the corner, taking sips from his beer as he watched from the sidelines while leaning on the wall, watching with his intense brown eyes.
He observed as everyone talked with you, like you were their queen. He snorted, they all acted so tough but he knew they all thought you were attractive. Even Simon, but unlike them, he didnât have any interest in being with you and acting like he was above everyone. He was more on the quiet side who took action through violence if needed, he was intimidating, but not the kind to take advantage of people.
He watched you talk and laugh with everyone, he didnât know what it was about you but something about your attitude intrigued him, you were beautiful, but there was just something he couldnât place. So he decided to go for it. As he walked over to you, still holding the beer in his hand. Standing over you. âHey.â his voice was a low gravely tone, but he also had a bit of a British accent. He spoke to you specifically, he didnât care much for the friends you had at the moment. They already annoyed him.
Before you could say anything, one of your friends, Mike, scoffed as he smirked at Simon. âWhat do you think youâre doing here, Riley? You look greasy as always.â Mike taunted, his friends behind him laughing a little as Simon rolled his eyes, still staring at you.
I looked at Mike with an expression that said shut up âoh youâre Simon right? Weâre in the same sports class if I remember correctly..â
He nodded his head, glancing back at Mike and his friends, and giving a quick look that said âscrew youâ. Before he looked back at you again.âYeah, we are.â he said simply as he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.
I smiled kindly to Simon âwell I must say when those military guys showed up at sports you were amazing! Sadly I got 5th place in their small introduction.â
If you were paying attention you could see a small smile on his face, of course you had to notice it, the man was cold stone to everyone else. âThat isnât unfortunate, fifth place is good, only four others were ahead of you. Besides, fifth place, you were the top four of everyone else in the class, thatâs pretty good. I should know, I got first place after all.â He said, taking another sip of his beer.
âHow about you come sit down?â He spoke as he nodded over to the couch. âWe can have a few beers, and talk. If you want.â He added on as he gave you a small shrug of his shoulders. Of course he thought you were probably the hottest person at school, but he was not someone who would make a move very easily, too shy and collected, so he would wait for you to make a move first, thatâs just how he was.
âI would love to my feet hurt in these heels!â I said
He took a seat on the couch, a little nervous, but he felt this was the only way heâd be able to talk with you without your friends around and making it weird. Besides, the way he was sitting, you could clearly see the muscles on his broad chest under the hoodie he gestured you to sit down
He was a little nervous, sure he was sitting down and being cool on the outside but he was a bit of a mess on the inside. He didnât know what to say next, he knew you were very popular and people probably tried to impress you as much as they could, how was he supposed to impress you? He took a sharp intake of breath, looking down at the beer in his one hand before looking back at you. âYou want to try some beer?â He offered it over to you.
I looked uncomfortable at the beer âwell uh⌠Iâm more of a cocktail person but sure?â
He blinked his eyes, as it took a moment for his brain to process what you said. In reality he felt like an idiot, he had been so focused on you to realize that you didnât even like his favorite drink. âOh, yeah, there are some cocktails in the kitchen, I think.â He chuckled a bit as he took a sip of his beer, still holding the beer out for you to take some sips of.
I shook my head âno! No!â I laughed she really knew how to impress me somehow, the mystery guy has some moves âI need to learn how to drink pints because college is not cocktails but beer pingpong I heardâ
Simon was surprised by the fact that he somehow charmed you. He was not expecting to do that at all, but he did, so he kept going, taking another sip of his beer as he grinned a bit in his normal stoic and almost intimidating way. âWell, it would be my pleasure to give you a lesson on beer pong, or any sort of drinking games. Iâm not going to college, but I know a few good ones.â He said with a small smirk, leaning back on the couch.
As he leaned back on the couch, he accidentally brushed your arm with his. You could notice how big his biceps were from that small brush alone, this man was packing, as the saying goes.âAre you going on to college?â He asked curiously as he took another sip of his beer, his brown eyes almost drilling into yours as he watched you. His body was tense, but he was still trying his utmost best to be composed. He did not want to mess this up.
I was thinking, no one ever asked me this question âwell uh.. I guess I want to go to Umiami or somewhere, but my deep desire is to travel the world.â
His eyes widened a tiny bit, he was clearly surprised to hear that you wanted to travel the world. He took another sip of beer as he nodded his head slowly. âWell, that is quite ambitious. I like that.â He said as he took a moment to think it over in his head. âIâm not so sure Iâd want to go to college. Itâs not my thing. Traveling the world seems like a much better option though.â He said in his low, gravelly voice as he watched you closely.
As he watched closely, he knew you were definitely popular for a reason. You were the total package, beautiful, good grades, personality, and you were pretty nice to hangout with. Sure he only just met you and this was your first conversation, but he was not exactly the kind of guy who had many friends, so having someone who wasnât scared of him made him feel different, feel good. He licked his lips. This would have been a good moment, if Mike hadnât interjected again.
Mike had a big, annoying smirk planted on his face as he watched you in Simonâs peripheral vision. âHaving trouble there, Riley?â He mocked in Simonâs direction as Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes. Heâd love to punch that stupid face right now, but he couldnât as you were here, and he was trying to keep up his gentleman look for you, to impress you. âPiss off, Mike.â He stated in pure irritation.
Mike rolled his eyes as he looked towards you now, looking at you with the same dumb smirk. âHey, how about you ditch this greaseball for the rest of the party? Youâd have a much better time with me. Iâm the Quarterback after all, I know how to have real fun. Besides, itâs always nice to have the top score girl with me.â Mike bragged as he gave you a wink, trying to impress you with his âcharmâ.
I cringed at Mike, he was mean and had a huge ego. âMike not now.â I firmly said
Mikeâs attitude changed instantly once you spoke up to him, he gave a slight scoff at first before he nodded his head and smirked again. âAlright, alright, weâll just catch up later, yeah?â He said as he turned, heading back over to his friends. He was trying to put up his cool act, but in reality he was quite annoyed that Simon was able to get you before he did, he had hoped youâd be distracted by the party.
Once he was away, Simon let out a growl. He was really annoyed with Mike, that man was a pain to deal with. He wasnât sure why he even showed up to the party itself, it was just his luck that the first time he tried to impress someone, Mike would annoy him. âSorry about him. That manâs an ass, and an idiot.â He scoffed as he took another sip from the drink.
I rolled my eyes âtrust me I know, I try to keep it nice because heâs my friend but I understand your feelings.â
Simon nodded his head, he understood keeping it nice because heâs your friend, he wasnât exactly a friend of Mikeâs. âYouâre a better person than me because of that, I have no idea how you can put up with that guy. Heâs such a pain in the ass, and Iâve only really talked with him a handful of times. I canât imagine having to deal with him for such a long time.â He scoffed as he looked down at his beer in his hands again.
âHow exactly did your friendship with him start, anyway?â He asked as he looked back over to you, his curious nature getting the better of him. He couldnât understand how anyone could even get along with such an unpleasant person, he just couldnât understand it, and he wanted to know the answer. How could they end up becoming friends? That was an unlikely friendship if he ever saw one.
I grabbed his beer out of the hand and started drinking, I tried not to give a sour face because this beer tasted awful âsame friend group, kind of a hierarchy shit you see in movies I guess..â
Seeing you drink from his beer took him by surprise. He hadnât expected that, but if he was being honest, the fact that your lips had been on what his lips touched moments before was kind of hot in his mind, he tried shaking the idea from his head. âOh, I guess that makes a little sense.â He said with a small shrug of his shoulders as he watched you drink again.
I donât know if it was the beer or just me and I looked at him head to toe âthe scars, the hoodie.. why?â
His eyes widen slightly as he looks at you, surprised by your question. He didnât expect you to ask, most people didnât. He gave a heavy sigh as he looked down for a moment as if thinking of what to say. âI donât really like people seeing my scars. Theyâre not exactly pleasant on the eyes.â He said in a low, gravelly voice as he looked down, his shoulders slumped down as he looked away from you completely.
Seeing him look down made you realize he didnât exactly like the scars, he was ashamed of them. This made you sympathize for him as you reached out to run your fingers over his left muscular arm. Scars covered it, and he flinched a bit at the feeling, but he didnât pull his arm away, he simply watched your hand touch his arm.
âItâs not something to be ashamed of, it means you survived something and it has a meaningful story. Keep that in your head from now on.â I said trying to lighten the mood
The feeling of your fingers tracing along his scars made him shiver a bit, but this time it wasnât from being uncomfortable. He felt good. He let out a small huff of a chuckle. âWell, I guess you arenât wrong there. Iâll try to remember that next time someone comments on them.â He said with a very small smile creeping onto his face as he looked down at the hand tracing on his scars.
He slowly felt himself relax as he watched your hand slowly trace along his scars. It felt as though your touch was healing in a way, his muscles relaxed and felt less tense. âYou sure do know how to make things seem lighter than they are.â He said with a small chuckle as he slowly looked back up at you, meeting your eyes with his brown ones. He couldnât help it, he was entranced by your eyes, they were hypnotizing.
I smiled and looked in my bag and saw the 2 pre-rolls Mikeâs friend gave me earlier in the night I took them out of my bag and lit one up âseems we need to lighten it more. Here have some.â
Simonâs eyes widened, and he looked at the joint you were holding out for him to take. He looked surprised at first, but then he slowly took it, bringing it up to his lips, and taking a long puff and letting out the smoke after a couple seconds, his brown eyes closing as the smoke left his mouth. He took a moment to let that stuff into his lungs before he opened his eyes back up, and looked at you. âI didnât know you did that kind of thing. Interesting.â He said as he took another puff, a small grin forming on his face.
I chuckled, I loved how he knew nothing at all it felt amazing to just be me âIâm a woman full of surprisesâ
He chuckled a small laugh as he leaned a bit closer to you as he took another puff, inhaling the smoke before exhaling it out again, he was getting more relaxed around you now thanks to the drugs. âNow that I like.â He said with a small smile, his dark brown eyes looking over you with intense interest and desire, the drugs had just enhanced his feelings for you, and he was feeling them now.
He took another puff as he felt his brain beginning to get clouded, he didnât care at the moment, all that mattered was being near you and talking with you for now, not whatever else was going on. He was feeling a bit high now, his eyes a bit glazed over and heavy. He looked over you again with a lustful look in his eyes.
His heart was beating faster, the drugs were making him feel a rush, and combined with how beautiful you were making it stronger. He was trying to keep his cool, but his feelings were overriding his cool attitude. âDamn⌠youâre so gorgeousâŚâ he said in a gravelly voice, the words almost slipping out of his mouth by accident as he exhaled the smoke from the joint. It was a bit of a mistake on his part, but it was what he really felt.
He leaned in closer to you, his head spinning from the drugs and the alcohol combined. However it just felt good. Everything was perfect right now. He leaned in closer to you, still looking at you in your eyes, he didnât care if you pushed up away, his whole focus right now was just on you. âYouâre the only thing around right now that matters..â he said with heavy breath, his intense brown eyes staring deep into yours.
With all caution thrown to the wind, he leaned in to press you into a deep, intense kiss. The drugs and alcohol had affected his brain to the point where he threw any sort of logic away and just followed his emotions fully. He wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to hold you and never let go, he never felt this before.
The kiss was intense, his lips on yours, his tongue slipping out and sliding along yours, as he put his arm around your waist and used his other free hand to hold your face. He held the kiss on your lips, he never wanted to stop as his heart pounded in his chest.
I stopped mid kiss âletâs get out of here and go to my car, shall we?â I smiled also being heavily clouded by the pre rolls
His head was still spinning, but he was brought back to reality as you pulled away from the kiss, but his mind was still not fully there. He slowly nodded his head as his brain began to process your question. âSounds greatâŚâ he replied in a breathy and clouded voice as he took a deep puff of the joint before putting it out on the table beside the chair he was sitting in.
With the pre roll out, he stood up and stumbled for a moment, being quite drunk and high at the same time did a number on him, but then he regained his balance. He looked down at you with his hands inside of the pockets of his hoodie as he slowly looked down at you with the same clouded expression and intense brown eyes full of lust and desire, wanting only one thing from you now.
âLead the wayâŚâ he muttered, waiting for you to start towards the front door, his mind filled with nothing but wanting you alone with him in your car, he wanted you all to himself.
As he followed you towards the car, he was still stumbling a bit, but he managed to stay upright and follow you outside to your car. Once he got outside, he took a deep breath of the warm night air and groaned softly, it felt amazing in his lungs. He then continued to follow you over to your car, his eyes never leaving your body as he did.
Once he got to the car, he leaned back against the backseat door as he watched you unlock the car to get inside, his eyes scanning down your body, taking in every inch of you with his eyes, committing that image to memory as he got more and more excited to be alone with you.
As the lock clicked off, he watched as you opened the door, he couldnât control himself any longer, he couldnât wait to get inside the car. Â He lunged at you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you up against him, pulling you in for another deep kiss. His tongue immediately slid across your lips, trying to force its way into your mouth as he desperately made out with you against the side of the car.
His body was pressed up against you as his hand slipped under your shirt, feeling your bare skin against his hand as he slowly slid his hand further up your body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along yours passionately as his body burned with need for yours, he needed you now, more than ever.
As his hand slid up your stomach, he felt your muscles underneath your skin, he felt you shiver a bit under his touch, which made him almost melt. He continued sliding his hand further up, wanting to feel more of you. He was so hungry for you now, he couldnât get enough of you.
Suddenly, his hand reached your breast, he gasped slightly as he felt it under his palm, the feeling of you made him feel as though he had gone to heaven and back all in a matter of seconds. He groaned softly as he deepened the kiss further, his body pushed up against yours as he got even more desperate for you.
As he felt your breath on his face, he couldnât take it anymore. He needed you, now. He kissed you even rougher for a few more moments before he pulled away, his breath heavy and his eyes cloudier than ever before. âGet in the carâŚâ he mumbled, his gravelly voice low and huskier than before as he watched you with hazy, intense eyes.
As he said this, he quickly pushed the passenger side door behind him open before he wrapped his arm around your waist a bit roughly to pull you into the back seat of the car with him. He slammed the door behind him, his hands still holding onto your waist as he sat you down right in front of him.
I got rid of my shirt and skirt I was so hazy from the drugs yet I wanted him, the feeling of his muscles were amazing.
As you climbed into the car in front of him, his hands still holding your waist as he pushed you down on your back on the back seat. His brain was foggy from the drugs and alcohol, and his body was completely overwhelmed by his own desire for you. As you got rid of your shirt and skirt, his eyes widened slightly and his mouth went slack, looking at you. He couldnât believe his eyes at your sudden boldness.
His eyes slowly roamed down over your now exposed body, taking in every inch of you. He was overwhelmed with the desire to touch you, to taste you, to make you his. He reached out a hand to softly brush his fingers up your thigh, his touch warm and light as he looked down at you, his own muscular body looming over your now nearly naked form.
His eyes roamed again, his fingers brushing higher up your thigh as he slowly reached up further and further to touch more of your bare skin. He slowly moved himself as he got over your hips, pushing his own hips against yours as he leaned down over you, his face right above yours as he hovered above you.
His breath was heavy as he hovered there, his breath mingling with yours as he looked down at you. His hazy eyes scanning over your figure laying underneath him, he couldnât believe how beautiful you were, it was almost unfair. He slowly leaned down, his head moving to the crook of your neck as he started to trail kisses down it, his body pressing up against yours.
His kisses were soft and heated, as his body pressed against yours heavily, he couldnât get enough of you. He felt as though he was obsessed and couldnât get enough of you. His mouth began to move lower, trailing down over your collarbones, across your chest and down to your stomach, his arms slowly running along your sides to feel your skin under his fingertips.
He continued to trail kisses along your skin, wanting to worship every inch of you, wanting to make you feel so good you were left breathless. His mouth moved down, until he reached your stomach, where he began to leave more soft kisses along the muscles of it, his teeth occasionally grazing against your skin lightly.
His body pushed up against yours as he moved down further, his tongue slowly trailing down between your hip bones, the feeling of him against you making you whimper softly, he was determined to make you moan for him, he wanted to hear what all the different sounds you could make would sound like.
And I did I felt so aroused by him âsi..â I whimpered
He groaned softly at your whimper, the sound was music to his ears, as he felt his own excitement increase as he felt his own desire growing by the second. His tongue continued to slowly slide against your underwear, wanting to hear more of those wonderful noises from you.
His tongue continued to move, his breaths becoming heavier as his heart beat faster, he couldnât get enough of you. He needed to taste more, he slowly licked at your underwear, wanting to push further to taste you directly, his tongue slowly began to get you through your underwear and tasted you directly, his body pressing up against you as he groaned softly into your sensitive flesh, his mind hazy with desire for you, he couldnât concentrate at all, the only thing
That mattered was your reactions to his touches, he slowly pressed deeper with it, his body moving up to be closer to you, his arms moving up and wrapping around your waist, his muscles flexing as he slowly moved, trying to get deeper
His hips moved up yours, slowly, as his grip around your waist tightened slightly more as he slowly grinded against you, needing to feel your body against his, it drove him crazy not having enough of you.
His mouth continued to slowly work at you, his groans into your sensitive area making you quiver at the feeling, his tongue and mouth working together to get you closer to release, he couldnât get enough of you right now.
âShit si⌠undo your pants right now.â I commanded
At your command, he wasted no time in moving right away, his excitement getting the best of him as he groaned and quickly moved his hands away from your waist and down to his pants, undoing the fly of his sweats.
âJust canât get enough of me, huh?â He said, his voice having that same gravelly sound to it, and a little rougher than usual, he was still so excited, and yet he couldnât stop that teasing comment from coming out. He smirked as he leaned back down over you, his chest against yours as his hips were now right up against yours.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips passionately as he let out a little growl against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close against him as he kept kissing you.
His kisses were rough and a bit needy, you could tell that he was desperate for your touch, and as hard as he tried to hide that, he couldnât as he moaned softly into your softly into your mouth, he was losing himself to you and he loved it.
His body pressed against you, pressing you down into the backseat as his hands moved up you, touching and feeling your skin, he couldnât get enough of touching you, his hand slid a bit up your back to feel along your spine.
His kisses were needier now, deeper, as he let his tongue out to slide across yours, he loved how you tasted, and now he couldnât get enough of you, he deepened the kiss further as his tongue swirled around yours, his body pressing even closer to yours.
He groaned into your mouth from his own excitement, loving the way your moans tasted in his mouth. He kept his body pressed close to yours as his hips started rolling against yours, moaning softly from just the feel of your body against his.
He started to grind in your cunt, he couldnât take it anymore and wanted you so bad.
He was huge, a swollen cock with a lot of precum, as he inserts himself (sorry Bridgerton joke) you felt his inches on your walls. It felt amazing, how could such a man who lived in the shadows give the best sex ever?
I moaned and we both were close to release âsi.. I canât.. take it longer..â I moaned him in me felt so good It felt just right
After a while we both had our climax a little after eachother.
The rest was history, all junior and senior year we dated, totally in love. Yet I noticed he started to cover himself more and more, becoming distant. Until I got the news
Locked Out On Valentine's (Ending: You took the tea)
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
C/W: Smut, unprotected P in V, sexist-type humor, size kink
Word Count: 3k
Previous part
âYou want some tea, love?â
***
Youâre now sitting at the small round dinner table watching as he tilts the kettle into the mugs. He walks the mugs over to the table and sits across from you.
âDidnât have anyone to stay with, did you?â He asks before taking a sip.
âI sure didnât. Everyone is still avoiding me like the plague.â You stare down at the mug.Â
âItâll end soon.â He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. The action catches your attention and he doesnât miss the sparkle in your eyes. For a stone-cold man, he sure was catching himself smirking a lot tonight.Â
âWhen I showed up to my first unit I got the same, and the unit after that.â The two of you drink simultaneously.
âWhat? They ignored you?â
âNo,â He chuckles softly. âMy first unit, they held me down and branded me with a shite-looking coat of arms made from a wire clothes hanger.â
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.
âWhat?! Where?!â
âMy bum.â
You snort, âIâm sorry, thatâs not funny.â You cover your face with your hands. His shoulders rise and fall with soft laughter.
âIt is a little.â
âDid they ever get in trouble? Reprimanded?â
âNever told anyone, ran into them at my next unit and pummeled them into the ground.â
âBravo!â You celebrate with your hands in the air. âIâm glad to hear that.â
âThen I was disciplined for the beatinâ they got but it was worth it.â
âI agree, they had it coming.â
You take another gulp of your tea enjoying the spread of warmth inside of you.
âYouâre quite fond of trouble.â He states flatly. You still, squinting at him in suspicion.
âWhat makes you say that?â
âYour files,â He raises his eyebrows at you. âLengthy history of discipline, being reprimanded.â
You hum in response. âIs that the word on the street?â
He grins, his hand coming up to stroke his stubble before he sits back with his arms crossed looking at you. You roll your eyes, âYeah, Iâve gotten in trouble a couple of times in my career, what about it?â
âHow long have you been in?â
âFive years.â
âYouâre tellinâ me that youâve been reprimanded nearly every single year youâve been in?â He now leans on the table looking over at you with a dumbfounded look.
âShit happens, I have no problem taking responsibility for it.â
âI didnât take you for the type to cause trouble.â
âIâm not, I just donât have the grace other people do. I do something stupid and get caught immediately.â
âYouâre right about that. Youâre a naughty one, for sure.â He says before downing the remaining liquid in his mug.
He smirks to himself letting his eyes roam over your shoulders.
"I heard that boyfriend of yours was a calvary bum." He pokes, changing the subject.Â
You "tsk" at him. Once everyone found out about your now ex-boyfriend they never let you live it down.
"What's his job got to do with anything?"
Simon shrugs, feigning ignorance, âAssumed a woman like you preferred men, thatâs all.â
âOh, hush!â You bite back a laugh refusing to meet his eyes.Â
âI bet he cried like a child at the thought of going to the field.â
âThatâs enough out of you!â You reach over the table to cover his mouth. He fights you off taking your wrists in his hands. He stands and walks to your side of the table gently pulling up by the wrists. His massive frame takes most of your view, you canât help but feel anxiety pool in your stomach having him tower over you.
âPoor bird, spendinâ her nights with half a man. Bet he didnât have a clue what he was doinâ.â
The warmth you felt from the tea was traveling up to your cheeks. He was so close you could smell the rich cologne in his skin. His hands were so rough but warm on your pulse.Â
Your eyes focus on his lips.
âDid he?â The gravel of his voice makes a shiver run through your spine. You gulp before responding.
âHe was⌠enthusiastic.â
Simon laughs hoarsely, âEnthusiastic?â He enunciates with a shit-eating grin.
âWhy is my sex life a topic of conversation to my Lt.?â You suddenly get some courage.
âYou think I havenât noticed you droolinâ over me, love. Peakinâ at me from afar. Now you show up to my flat with your tits fallinâ out of your top, your bare ass out, and a broken heart from some lad not worth the air he breathes.â He drops his head forcing you to meet his eyes. âQuite the coincidence, innit?â
âI think itâs more of a happy coincid-â He breaks your sentence off catching your lips with his. Your brain pushes you out of your frozen state and the two of you begin moving in unison. He slowly releases your wrists and moves his hands to your waist. Your hands run down his chest.
He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You moan softly as his tongue plays with yours. He pulls you against him, one hand over yours on his chest the other at the small of your back. You feel lightheaded, not in a bad way, quite the opposite. Youâd fantasized about your Lt. plenty of times, his touch, the scars he hid beneath his army green top, the way his lips felt - come to find out they were soft, unlike the rest of him. His hands keep setting you ablaze when they touch your skin, the callouses nearly make your eyes roll back.
He growls into the kiss, tearing himself away from you. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and you grab onto his shoulders. He lifts and places you on the table, forcing himself between your legs. He bites at your neck, pulling you into him. You grip the table feeling as if you could slide off at any second.Â
He eats up every single gasp he gets out of you. His teeth graze your collar bone and he sucks on the sensitive skin. Your nails run over his scalp down to the back of his neck drawing a groan from him.
He stops for a moment to let you catch your breath.
âYou want this, love?â He leans his forehead against yours looking into your eyes.
âGod, yes!â You exasperate.Â
He chuckles, still looking into your eyes.
âHold on.â
âWhat do you-âÂ
You squeal as he lifts you off the table and rushes to wrap your arms around his neck. You rest your head on his neck relishing in the feeling of his body against yours. Warmth radiated off of him like a furnace, the feel of his skin so addictive.
He carries you to the couch placing his knee on the cushions before gently placing you on your back. He follows you down and your hands run down his bare back.
He supports himself with one arm, the other trails down to your aching core, cupping the mound. He lets out a ragged breath once he feels the heat burning through you. He moves to pull your shorts off, dragging them up your legs and tossing them off to the side.
âFuckinâ hell,â He groans at the sight of your bare pussy. âSuch a bad girl walking around without knickers.â
He gives you one last hypnotizing kiss before brushing his lips in between your breasts. He kisses each one and carries on down your stomach and lands right above your clit.
You panic inside, you prop yourself up on your elbows, âLt.â
âFuckâs sake, love. As much as I love hearinâ you call me that, say my name, will you?â He laughs light-heartedly. You smile behind your hand trying not to break out in giggles.Â
âWhat is it?â His eyebrows pull together.
âYou donât have to do that if you donât want.â
âEat you out?â He looks at you confused.
You nod slowly, embarrassed at the question.
He âTsksâ at you lowering himself once again while muttering something along the lines of, âCalvary muppet took the fun out of pussy, didnât he?â
âIâm serious! You donât have to!â You spit out frantically.
âShut up, doll.â
He licks a stripe up your cunt and moans softly to himself. Your lips part in disbelief. He slowly laps at your clit and you lower yourself onto your back. He decides not to work you too fast yet, scared youâd pass out after being neglected by that dumb bloke for so long.Â
You whine softly, legs already shaking. He wraps his arms around your thighs and presses them against his head.
He gently sucks on your clit and your hand shoots down to his head. The feeling of you tugging one his short locs encourages him to speed up. His lips wrap around your clit and toys with it as he pleases. The pace causes you to clamp your thighs around his head on your own.
Moans pour from your lips as your back arches. His hands stroke your thighs as you restrain yourself from pushing his head down further.
âSimon! Oh god!â Your mouth hangs open. You look down at him and nearly orgasm seeing him between your legs. His eyes are blown out, his thumb caresses your skin.
He lets go of one thigh and his fingers tap at your entrance gathering your wetness. He pushes two of his fingers inside you and your head falls back. Your vision goes fuzzy and you clamp your eyes shut. His fingers pump into you hitting your g-spot each time.
Your hand flies to your mouth and you let out a high-pitched moan. You chant his name tightening around his fingers. He feels your walls clamp down and continues pumping letting you ride it out. Your hips twitch, your thighs trap him where he is.Â
He waits until you go limp to pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
âFuck, you made a mess.â He groans. He climbs above you and peppers your face with kisses. âWas that alright, love?âÂ
You open your eyes to meet his, all you can do is nod unable to trust yourself to talk. He smirks at you, proud of himself for leaving you in such a state.
âYou think you can take me, love, or do you need some time?â
âWant you so bad,â You whine out.
He lowers his head for a chaste kiss and pulls himself up onto his feet. He drops his sweats revealing the thick muscle of his thighs. His cock slaps his thigh as he throws his sweats onto the floor, the weight of it keeping it down. Your eyes meet his member and a wave of nervousness comes over you. His length was impressive but the thickness was your biggest concern.Â
âHey! You werenât wearing underwear either, hypocrite!â
He rolls his eyes at you with a smile. A sight so beautiful you canât help but smile back.
He takes his earlier position above you and aligns himself with your entrance. He looks up at you and you feel his tip poking into you already.
âReady, doll?â
You nod at him.
âSay it.â He whispers.
âI-Iâm ready.â
âAlright then.â He nudges your forehead with his before the two of you look down to watch the sinful show of him slowly sliding into you. You gasp, hands going to his back. He moves at a snailâs pace letting you adjust as he goes. He cradles your head, forehead against yours trying to keep his breathing steady.
âAh, tight little thing.â He rasps out.
Your mouth hangs open, your nails digging into his skin, legs hugging his waist once he fills you to the hilt. He waits a moment before slowly sliding out halfway and bringing himself back to the same depth. Your whines draw out. His tip hits the deepest parts of you so well that you nearly begin drooling.
He examines your face for any sign of discomfort before nudging your neck with his nose. He begins with a moderate pace as he kisses along your jaw. You wrap your arms around him, fingers running over the buzzed hair at the back of his head.Â
The stretch from his cock stings slightly, the overwhelming pleasure sending tingles through your bones making it hard to notice. He continues rocking his hips into yours letting you enjoy the feel of him without anything too overwhelming. You mewl into his ear as he stretches you over and over.
âFuck, so good,â You whine.
His hand comes down to grip your breast, his thumb playing with your nipple, circling it gently. He slides his legs up kneeling with you in between his thighs. He stops, letting you catch your breath and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He suckles the nub, playing with it with his warm tongue. He thumbs your clit as he treats the nub like a candy. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you down onto his cock, dragging you down the cushions fucking you onto him for a while.Â
He angles his hips to hit all the right places, your cunt throbs around him when he hits your g-spot head on causing you to gasp.
âOh fuck! Right there!â Your hands cling onto his forearms for dear life as he goes on to hit the spot repeatedly until it nearly hurts. His pubic bone rubs against your clit with every thrust. He picks up his pace, throttling that poor little sensitive spot. Your back arches painfully. He takes advantage of it and throws his hand under your waist keeping you in the position swinging you down to meet his thrusts.
He stuffs you with his cock relentlessly. You become a mess beneath him struggling to get words out, just high-pitched moans filling the room.
âGod! Oh god!âÂ
âHeâs not here, love. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.â He orders.
The feeling grows inside you pulling the air from your lungs. He nips the skin below your breasts and licks a stripe between them to your neck. Your pussy flutters around him before you fall deep into euphoria, his name pours from you. Your ears ring and eyes wire themselves shut as you clamp down around him. Tears pour from your eyes involuntarily.Â
The sequence of flutters pulls him back into you making it too difficult to pull out too far. He buries his head in your chest as heâs pulled over the edge. He moans into your skin as your body sucks him back in, milking him so hard he blinks trying to rid himself of the fog. He begins spilling into you, his white hot streams shooting out at high velocity. He paints your walls so thoroughly that you feel his cock twitching with every spasm.Â
His cum spills out of you not having any more room to fill. You gush around him and he quietly gasps.Â
The two of you stay like this for what couldâve been an eternity. The post-orgasmic haze engulfs the both of you. He keeps himself inside and lowers himself onto his side, dragging you with him, throwing your leg over his hip. He pulls you into his sweaty heaving chest and kisses your forehead.Â
He feels a wetness on his thumb and pulls back, wiping away your tears.
âWhatâs happened, Y/n?â He asks, concerned. âDid I hurt you?â He moves to pull himself out of you and you grab him, bringing him to a stop. âYouâre crying, love.â
âThat was amazing.â You mumble, eyes struggling to open.
âYou cryinâ because it was good?â He laughs, a big goofy smile plasters itself on his face. You force your eyes open to peek at him.Â
âYou smile so pretty.â
He pulls you back to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you.
âThank you, love.â You could still hear the smile in his voice. âLetâs get you cleaned up and put to bed, yeah?â
âToo sleepy.â You complain.
âItâs alright, Iâll take care of you.â Against your protests, he lifts himself slowly and positions himself to pull out of you. He gives you a single nudge with his cock still sheathed and you nearly purr.Â
He pulls out slowly.
âJesus, Iâm gonna need a new couch.â He mutters. His cum spills from you, his eyes glued to your core watching it slowly pour out. His cock twitches and he has to look away. There was no way you were in shape for another round. Thankfully the memory was burned into his mind - the best thing heâd ever seen, next to you of course.Â
He lets you know heâll be back and you hear water rushing down the hall. He returns moments later and slides his hands under you.
âBath time,â He says in a sing-song-y voice. You giggle, lacing your fingers behind his neck. He lifts you in his arms and looks into your eyes. âYou were wonderful.â He pecks your lips and carries you off to his bathroom placing you in the bathtub before sliding in behind you.
âI donât have a hair tie but Iâll try with some string,â He says mostly to himself. The warm water only reaches your belly button, once he slides behind you it rises a few inches. He wraps your hair into a funny-looking bun and ties it with the piece of string he found.
â Ta-da.âÂ
âThank you, Simon.â You say sweetly leaning back against him. He holds you against him and you feel something poke into your back.
âSorry, love. Itâll go down, I donât expect you to stay awake long enough for another one.â
You moan in response and sigh letting the water nearly lull you to sleep.Â
âWait,â you breathe out. âDoes me saying your name turn you on?â
He doesnât respond. You try to look up at him but he tightens his hold not wanting you to see the red spawning over his face.
âSiiiiimonâ
âOh, hush.â He imitates your voice.
âHey!â
He grabs his loofa and begins lathering you in bubbles.
âCâmon, I wanna get you in bed before you fall asleep.â
He cleans every bit of you, focusing on your breasts because no matter how much he denied it at that moment, he was still a dog. He hands you a bath bomb that he saved in case he ever had a special someone stay over and let you watch it fizz up as he cleans himself.
He dries you off and plops you down on his massive bed wearing his t-shirt. By the time he throws on his boxers youâre fast asleep under the covers, engulfed in his scent.
He slides next to you pulling you into his arms. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and whispers into your hair, âYouâre mine now, doll. All mine.â
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âWhatcha thinkinâ about?â She asked, joining Simon on the rear patio of their home.
âNothing. Not this time.â He breathed, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing a cloud through the thin air, a glass of bourbon clutched between his thumb and index finger.
âThatâs a scary thought,â She hummed, clutching her robe tighter around her shoulders, her hand tracing the curve of his shoulder through his jacket as she stalked around him, smirking before straddling his lap, giggling at how he tilted his head to avoid blowing smoke in her face as she sat at the same time he took a drag. âGot another?â
âNot a chance, love,â He smirked, shaking his head. âThese can kill you.â
She watched as he took another drag, longer than one of his previous ones as his cigarette was nearly burned to the filter. Licking her lips, she waited until he exhaled, placing her lips on his and inhaling what had escaped his lungs with a giggle, Simon watching with an arched brow as he watched the smoke leave her nostrils while she exhaled. âYou fuckinâ minx,â He smirked playfully, his grip tightening on her hip after he had set his glass of whiskey aside, tapping her rear with a smack.
âJust a puff, baby. Iâm a little on edgeâŚâ She giggled, licking her lips before leaning in for another kiss.
âIâll put you on the fuckinâ edge alright,â He hissed. âNever thought smoking could look so hot.â
So like i was thinking simon amd evans sex life honestly its prob super lowkey. They both have extensive history of sexual trauma so i doubt they would be doing anything super crazy.
Evan
- def has a higher drive than simon, which isnt saying much.
- She grew up viewing sex as more violent than anything else. She is def of cannibalism as a metaphor for love kinda girl. Having sex for her is more just shutting up the voices so she can go back to work.
- she is INFATUATED with simon tho. She knows everyone single scar on his body, every bump and ridge of the puffy skin. She loves dragging her finger tips down his back and leaving bruises on his neck.
- she is a jealous freak too. Nothing will get her more hot and bothered than some other girl flirting with him. She will grab him by the collar and drag him off to fuck him in a storage closet. Thats her man.
- she doesnt have any like specific kinks or nothing. Shes a vanilla girl with a thing for soft and slow sex. Only thing might be praise bc she loves being told she is good at something. She needs that confidence boost.
Simon
- simon just wants to be loved and show his girl he loves her too. Evan has this thing where she second guesses if he really loves her because shes so messed up. He doesnt always know to verbalize how much he loves her so he shows her instead.
- he doesnt really get jealous bc he knows evan cant even imagine anyone else romantically, sometimes heâll put a hand on her thigh or a hand on her back if a man gets too close tho. Thats his woman >:/
- seeing her wear her wedding band at work does make him want to lock his office door and clear his calendar.
- sex to him is making love to the girl he wants to spend the rest of life with not just fucking.
- hes not one for rough degrading sex, its soft and silly. They both laugh and joke around, soft gasps and kisses. Its two people who love each other more than anything else in this world.
- sometimes he might get a little ambitious and tell her how good she is to him with a hand round her neck, otherwise its vanilla asf.
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My zombies are not dead, they are infected with a disease which makes them hungry, they are not decomposing or mindless, they are driven insane by the pain of hunger and the things theyâve done so in a sense they die. They are loosely based on a book called ashes by Ilsa J. Bick, a very good angsty zombie book with very little romance.
This fic is set in the north west of England, to make it plausible for the MC to stumble upon the 141. Being Scottish myself I would love to make the MC Scottish and move the fic to the highlands, but I want some feedback on that.
TW: Death of a friend/sister, skinny reader (she fattens up), a lot of gross descriptions of zombies and death, angst lots, smut in later chapters.
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If thereâs one thing Iâve learnt from living 6 years in a zombie apocalypse itâs âwaste not, want not.â That was the thought that kept me from gagging at the smell of the jacket that I shook rotten skin off of. Rising I looked down at the skinny, pale âwomanâ Iâd pried it from. had she done the same? How many people have died in this jacket? Would I die in the cold, spend years wandering, Killing others, feeling a deep painful unending hunger?
I looked down at her failing body, before the fall of humanity these jeans would have been 2 sizes too small, the shirt about 3 or 4. Iâd lost all shape, hadnât had a period in years, my skin looked a shade darker thanks to the many layers of dirt that clung to me. I once took pride in my appearance, now my crowning achievement was surviving for this long by myself.
Taking one last sweep of the shop I found a grey eyed boy, looked about 19, his cheeks sagged and the bags under his eyes were bulging, purply red. His pale cheeks were littered with peach fuzz and tear stained, his nose a pudgy red from his quiet sobs. He groaned in pain as he pulled a skinny rat apart, sucking on the small bones. He looked up at me from his crouched position and growled, his primitive brain deciding if he should run with his meal or if he could take me. He twitched his way to his feet dropping the rat at his feet.
Before his skinny legs could take him to me Iâd pulled the gun from my waistband and shot a few small holes through his chest. He let out some muffled whimpers as he crumpled to the floor, I followed him to the floor. I had grown to feel very little but when they looked so young it hurt. I stroked his thinning hair and shushed him whilst he hacked up blood and shook.
The trek back to base was long but quiet, the marshy ground of the north west sucked my feet deep into the ground, the âsuctionyâ sound that emitted from dragging my feet drowned out my own thoughts. As the base came into view my steps hurried, eager to get inside, it was tuesday (possibly) which meant it was my allotted bath day, due to the difficulty of moving the water from the various rain collectors and the calories it cost, I allowed myself a bath every two weeks.Â
The hard metal door bit at my reddening fingers as I fumbled with the keys, reminding me I needed to organise them somehow. I huffed at the effort it took to pull the second interior door open and closed, it had been ripped off its hinges and now scratched across the cold linoleum as I dragged it about. When I finally got inside I relocked every door I walked through to get to the innermost rooms of the base. Whilst people were rare- some zombies in the early stages retained the ability to open and close doors.Â
I went to the woodburner and warmed the deer from the outdoor freezer. Most livestock like cattle and sheep were almost hunted to extinction by the zombies but some animals like deer and rabbits remained too fast for zombies. But not me and my gun. I cooked the whole leg, Iâd refreeze the tougher bits and keep them for on the go.
Whilst the deer cooked I used my pot to boil some water for my bath. It was more of a sponge bath really, getting fully naked and into a slippery tub was inviting trouble. I used some watered down fairy liquid and an old PT (psychical training, yeah I did cadets so Iâm qualified to tell you all about it) shirt to scrub at my skin, one limb at a time.
I pulled one leg out of my jeans leaving the boot and jeans scrunched so I could haul them back up if I needed to. And it was a good thing I did as I was picking dirt out of my scabby skinned knee, I heard a scrapping. My blood ran cold and I almost wept at the sound.Â
Scrambling to put my jeans and boots back on. With each creak of a door opening and closing and the low raspy voices of men my hands shook more.Â
And when I heard the noise that I knew to be the particularly squeezy door to the room Iâd claimed as my own, I almost turned the gun on myself. There were at least 2 men and they knew there was a woman living here.
Steeling myself and setting my footing I readied myself in the middle of the room, no hiding the only power I have is I am pointing my gun at the single door to this room.
The kitchen door moved to open easily and a silhouetted figure pulled every shadow from the room and they pooled at this man's feet, he stood easily a foot taller than myself. The imposing figure took up almost the entire doorway. Although there were no shadows, it was only him, he dressed all in black, tactical gear and a dark balaclava covered his entire being. This man may be death itself.
âFuck off.â A man wriggled around âdeathâ âNae way!â barreling towards me a man not as tall as âDeathâ but just as large wrapped strong arms around me.
My plans crumbled and I lost any ability to remain calm or strong were lost to me. âPlease! Please there are guns, ammo, food! If you leave me alone I- Iâll tell you whereâ the words were choked out of me and my sweaty hands shook looking for my gun.Â
The man pulled back but I couldnât see through the tears that blinded me âItâs- Itâs me Johnnyâ the voice and name were familiar. Strong hands snaked up my arms and held me at my shoulders âoh, darlinâ weâd never hurt youâ he put a hand on my cheek and slowly brought my eyes to him. I almost gagged on my tears looking at him, my best friend's older brother, I looked at him and saw her. Alex, my other half, our whole lives attached at the hip, her death had hurt more than any of the rest.Â
âOh Johnny, Iâm so sorryâ his excitement at seeing me faded to the most hollow Iâd ever seen a man. We sank to our knees together, forgetting the man in the doorway. I pushed our brows together âIt was quick, I did itâ I whispered to him, as I saw the small tears slip down his cheek.Â
A/n: This was weirdly difficult to write. I struggle with smut sometimes so I hope this is at least alright. Enjoy!
WC: 2451
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Smut (18+ MDNI), language, scars, pinv, cunnilingual, unprotected sex (rubber up sillys),
Chapter 4 - A Sleepless Night*
âY-youâre putting me in a weird p-position, Lieutenant.â Mykie didnât know what to say, she wanted to say yes, but she was scared and wanted to say no. What would this do to their bond as teammates, what would this do to her mentally, and what could this do to the team? Mykieâs mind was racing a million miles an hour.Â
âMykie, you can say no. If I scared you, Iâm sorry.â Ghost responded, leaning back a little.Â
Mykie shook her head quickly. âG-GhostâŚI have no issues with this, I justâŚâ She trailed off not being able to make eye contact with Ghost.Â
Ghost chuckled. âI wonât harm you if thatâs what youâre worried about.âÂ
âIâŚumâŚalso didnât expect thisâŚfrom you. The others hit on me all the time. I know theyâre always joking but, I donât think youâre jokingâŚand youâve never talked t-to me like this.â Mykie struggled to find the right words.Â
âNo, youâre right. I donât usually talk like this. And Iâve never spoken to any female thatâs been on the team like this.â Ghost chuckled more.Â
âW-would the mask come off?â Mykie asked as she focused on breathing.Â
âNo. Unless you really want it to.â
âIt can sayâŚâ Mykie said, slowly realizing she basically just agreed to have sex with the top of this team, the scariest of them all. Her Lieutenant.Â
âIs that a yes, Mykie? I need to hear an actual âyesâ. I wonât act on anything without consent.â Ghost questioned.Â
Mykie nodded her head slowly.Â
âI need to hear it. This isnât me teasing you.â Ghost enforced.Â
âY-yesâŚâ Mykie stuttered, her eyes were closed, and any confidence that started to come back quickly left again. âWhy me?â
âGood question, I think because youâre the first to really try to talk to me. Not like Soap does. Soap jokes around, but weâve never been personal before. No one has cried in my arms.â Ghost admitted. âYou made me feel different than I usually do. And after watching you almost get killed, while I sat waiting, not being able to see what was happening in that room, hearing you swear at them, then the gunshot, hearing you in pain, it made me feel something different.â Ghost sighed. âItâs weird for me tooâŚâ
âIâŚIâm shocked.â Myke straightened her back.Â
âYou and me both.â Ghost looked Mykie in the eyes. Mykie looked away quickly, the blush coming back, this time in full force.Â
âHow about I be a man of my word?â Ghost asked as he took a step closer, he held out his hand for her to take.Â
They continued their short walk to Mykieâs room, âWhy my room?â Mykie asked as she pulled out her keycard.Â
âWe can go to mine if youâd like, I just donât usually let people in.âÂ
Mykie pushed open her door, nodding her head, âThis is fine.âÂ
Ghost lightly pushed Mykie further into her room. âGhostâŚI should tell youâŚIâve never done thisâŚbefore.â Mykie admitted.
âIâll take it slow. I promise.â Ghost informed as he pulled the black baklava up over his nose, bits of his dirty blonde hair were visible now at the nape of his neck. He slowly walked her back to the bed, she felt the bed hit the back of her knees and sat.Â
âBlondeâŚâ Mykie mumbled as she looked up at him in awe.Â
âAh, yeah. Sometimes I even forget I have blonde hair.â Ghost chuckled. âMay I?â He asked as he held out a hand near her cheek. It was her bruised cheek.Â
âCarefully, thatâsâŚthatâs where they hit me.â Mykie closed her eyes, ready to feel pain. His hand lightly caressed her cheek. She didnât feel any pain, he was so surprisingly gentle. His hand retreated, he pulled off his gloves and continued to hold her cheek. Mykie kept her eyes closed, scared she might run if she opened them. She could feel a light amount of heat coming closer to her lips, and soon after, soft and warm lips touched hers lightly. Mykie reached out in front of her, finding his chest. She pulled her hand back for a moment before reaching out again, she gripped a small fist full of his shirt, pulling him closer.Â
âSlow down there, lovie.â Ghost chuckled as he parted from the kiss. Mykie let out a quiet whimper. âI heard that.âÂ
âS-sorry.â Mykie blushed even harder, she pulled her head and arms closer to herself.Â
âNo need to be sorry, love. I just want to take it slow, for you.âÂ
Mykie shook her head, she wanted him closer. She opened her eyes slowly, he was a lot closer than she expected. His face was only inches from hers. She locked eyes with him, noticing how beautiful his eyes really were.Â
âUp on the bed, now.â Ghost demanded.Â
âI-I donât think I can move. M-my shoulder, I canât put weight on this arm.â Mykie informed him as she rubbed her left shoulder.Â
Ghost nodded, he scooped his arms under her legs and behind her back, he picked her up with no resistance. Ghost gently placed her higher up on the bed, her back against her pillow and her legs out in front of her. âComfortable?âÂ
Mykie nodded her head. âThanks, sorry you had to do that.âÂ
âYouâre not used to letting people do things for you, are you? I saw how you acted when the boys rescued you.â Ghost guessed.Â
âN-no. I had to do pretty much everything for myself.âÂ
âNot tonight. Just sit back and let me take the wheel, ya?â Ghost said as he climbed up on the bed and kneeled in front of her.Â
âI-I can try.â Mykie nodded, and she closed her eyes again, the sight of him kneeling before her was too much to handle.
âMay I touch?â Ghost asked as he hovered.Â
Mykie nodded her head again. She could feel his rough fingers trace the hem of her camo sweats. He hooked two fingers into the hem and pulled down. Mykie lifted her hips up just a little to help him slip them over her butt.Â
âFuck.â Ghost mumbled under his breath.Â
Mykie was already wet and the evidence was staring Ghost in the face.Â
âWhat did it for ya? The mask? My voice? My demands?â Ghost asked, his breath clearly taken away by the sight in front of him.Â
âA-all of the aboveâŚâ Mykie struggled to answer.Â
He let out a deep chuckle. âLegs up.â Ghost demanded.Â
Mykie lifted her legs lightly, Ghost gripped the top of her underwear and pulled them down swiftly. âJesus. Fuck.â Ghost sighed, he placed her legs up on his shoulder.Â
âItâs been far too long for me, you are a sight to behold, Mykie.â Ghost complemented, his accent thick. âAre you sure youâre okay with this?âÂ
âI am, please Ghost, just move.â Mykie wiggled.Â
âSo impatient, just hold still lovie.â Ghost chuckled, he lowered himself down so his mouth was level with her entrance. Ghost stuck his tongue out, making contact with her lips. He let out a low moan, sending vibrations into Mykieâs core.Â
âOh fuck.â Mykie cursed out as she pushed her legs together.Â
âUh uh, keep 'em open.â Ghost mumbled against her core.Â
Mykie struggled to keep her legs open, he hardly just started but the feeling was sending waves through her whole body already. Ghost started flicking his tongue against her clit. He would suck and lap at her sensitive bud. When he did, she could feel her legs shake even more.Â
âI-I donât kn-now how much l-longer I can l-last, Ghost.â Mykie stuttered. The sensation was pushing her to the edge, fast.Â
âJust a little longer, I want more of a taste.â Ghost said as he plunged his tongue into her entrance. Mykie bucked her hips. Her back arched. He quickened his pace, thrusting his tongue in and out. The mask lifted up and his nose brushed her clit.
âOh f-fuck. Ghost, I-Iâm close already.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â Ghost sighed softly as he pulled his head from between her legs. She could see her juices glistening on his chin and lips. Ghost wiped away the mess before crawling over her.Â
âYou can still back out.â Ghost offered.Â
âW-why, are you th-that big, you th-think Iâll r-run?â Mykie was trying to play it cool. Her breathing hadnât slowed just yet.Â
Ghost chuckled softly, âNo, but what we are about to do is personal, you can still tell me no.â He reassured her.
âI-I still want thisâŚâ Mykie trailed off, her voice was low.Â
Ghost smirked, and slowly reached for the hem of her tank top. He began pulling it up, her scar was fully visible. Mykie tried to hide it with her hands. Ghost softly pushed her hands away and over her head. âThereâs no shame in the scar Mykie, look.â Ghost pulled his own shirt up and over his head. His chest was peppered with scars, some really deep and others just a graze. âSee? We all carry our own scars.âÂ
Mykie examined his chest, she ran her hands over the scars. He had one particularly larger scar across his left pec. âThese look like knife wounds.â
âYouâd be correct. Most of them are from knives. Got in some pretty heated fights.â Ghost informed her.Â
Mykie could see the muscles in his arms tense when she touched him more. She trailed her eyes down his whole chest till her eyes fell upon his jeans. He was noticeably hard. Mykie dropped her one hand back above her head, her other laid at her side. Ghost took this as a sign, he continued to lift her tank top over her head. She too had more scars. Small ones that peppered her shoulders and her chest.Â
âLift up a little.â Ghost ordered, Mykie lifted her back off the bed slightly, just enough for Ghostâs hand to slither underneath and unclasp her bra. He wasted no time placing his lips on her breasts. Mykie arched her back at the contact.Â
He snaked his other hand along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her heat once more. Slowly, and carefully, Ghost slipped one finger inside. She let out a gasp as she bit her lip. He pumped inside of her a few times before adding another finger. He moved in and out quickly while his thumb rubbed at her clit.Â
Moans slipped from Mykieâs mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans. She didnât need the rest of the squad hearing her moans.Â
Her legs began to shake, another wave was washing over her, and she was close. But before she could let him know, he pulled his fingers from her and popped off her breast. Ghost sat up on his knees which were straddled on either side of Mykieâs legs. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
âAre you still sure?â Ghost asked one last time.Â
Mykie, who was watching in anticipation, quickly nodded her head, âIf you ask that again, Iâm gonna start begging.â Mykie huffed, she was still exhausted from her last stolen high. âYouâve robbed me of two orgasms now, Ghost. Donât make me start begging.âÂ
âIs that so?â Ghost asked, a smirk playing on his lips. âBeg.â
Mykie let out a soft whimper as Ghost undid his pants fully and dropped them around his hips, he wasted no time in pulling his black boxers down with them. He sprang free, very clearly hard and ready to go. âOh f-fuckâŚâ Mykie mewled.Â
âI-I donât have any condoms. Not even in my room.â Ghost pulled back from her a little.Â
âItâs not foolproof but I am on the pill,â Mykie reassured.Â
âPerfect.â Ghost snarled as he dropped himself over her, he held up his weight as he hovered over her. He practically engulfed her small frame with his body.Â
Mykie looked up at him with pleading eyes. âP-please. Donât make me b-beg. J-just do it.âÂ
âAs you wish.â Ghost didnât hesitate lining his cock up with her entrance. He was huge, bigger than any toy she had used before. âReady?â
Mykie nodded her head quickly, she wrapped her good arm around his neck and pulled his head closer to hers. Just as she attached her lips to his, he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Mykie gasped against his lips. Ghost stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. It wasnât until Mykie started wiggling her hips, that he started thrusting. He started off slow, making sure she was comfortable, watching her breathing with each thrust.Â
âFasterâŚpleaseâŚâ Mykie begged softly against his lips.Â
Ghost moaned his response as he picked up the speed. He was moving quickly, keeping a steady pace as he thrust into her. Both let moans spill out against each other's lips as they both reached their high.Â
âI-IâmâŚn-not gonnaâŚcum in you. N-not this timeâŚâ Ghost said in-between huffs and pants.Â
âTh-this time?â Mykie asked as she also began panting.Â
âY-youâŚoh f-fuckâŚheard me.â Ghost was reaching his own high. âCum, cum when y-youâreâŚready,â Ghost said in-between grunts and moans.Â
Mykie began to tighten around him, her legs wrapped around his hips tightly. Her nails dug into his back and neck as she hit her climax. âFuck fuckâŚoh my godâŚâ Mykie moaned out as she came.
Ghost continued thrusting, riding out Mykieâs high. As soon as she relaxed he could feel his end nearing. He quickly pulled out, releasing his hot seed onto her tummy. âF-fuck. I-Iâm sorry.â He said through more huffs.Â
âItâs o-okay.â Mykie giggled. âThereâs some tissues on the nightstand.â She was still trying to calm her breathing.Â
âLet me.â Ghost said as he reached for the tissues. After cleaning her up, he pulled his pants up and pulled the black baklava back over his mouth.Â
âCould youâŚcould you grab me one of the t-shirts hanging up in my closet?â Mykie asked as she pulled her arm over her breast, now feeling exposed. Ghost didnât hesitate to grab her the shirt she requested.Â
âThatâs a little big for you, donât you think?â Ghost chuckled as he handed her the shirt.Â
âThe bigger the shirt, the more comfortable I am.â Mykie put the shirt on carefully.Â
After some more aftercare, Ghost finally spoke up. âIâm going to sneak back to my room tonight, okay? Iâll see you in the morning.â Ghost lifted his baklava just enough for his jawline and lips to be exposed. He planted a light kiss on her cheek before leaving the room.Â
He was much sweeter behind closed doors. He had definitely opened up more than Mykie had expected him to ever do. Starting off hating each other to her letting him take her virginity. He was gentle and loving. She held her hand to the place he kissed, savoring the feeling.Â
âyâthink i havenât been losin sleep over you?â he continues, dragging his mouth along your jaw. âthink i didnât cum with your name in my mouth last night, after you begged so nice n pretty fâme to fuck yâsenseless?â
sober you is a lot less bold, but simon is a man of his word. 18+. insane amount of dirty talk, reader afab, PIV. smut smut smut smut. size kink.
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the headache you wake with is devastating.
biblically so.
and not in the sunday service, waterâintoâwine sort of way. this is oldâtestament vengeance. locusts and brimstone and a hammer slamming the earth between your temples. divine retribution for every godless thing you said, every blurred line you crossed - like some higher power watched you drink yourself stupid last night and said let there be suffering.
and fuck, suffering you are.
youâre barely coherent, hardly sentient, when you squint into the cold morning light and find the realization of what happened last night dawning in on you in fragments. out of order, scrambled like eggs - simonâs arm around your waist. you calling him big. militaryâissued. ruinâherâlifeâinâaâsingleânight kind of hands. been into you for ages. god yes. please. yâdonât know what youâre askin for, sweetâeart. the way he said youâre makin me hard like it physically pained him.
practically moaning into his motherfucking palm.
wait - practically? no. you did.
you spend majority of the morning with your head buried under blankets and pillows mourning the death of your past self because you know your soul must be charred. burnt like the edges of hell where your feet are now firmly planted.
âyou, wakin up with my dog tags round your neck and nothin else.â
fuck sakes.
youâve known hangovers, youâve known embarrassment, but this - this is some divine hybrid of the two. a cocktail of humiliation and mortification laced with whatever residual high youâre still riding from him saying come say it tâme sober like a goddamn dare.
and of course it only gets worse when you finally make it to your feet - teeth brushed twice after two whole water bottles and a shower hot enough to burn the devil out of hell - and notice something silver glinting on the table by your door that most definitely wasnât there yesterday morning.
âohâŚgod.â your heart flips up into your throat.
his dog tags.
youâve known simon long enough to know what this is. he didnât forget them. he didnât misplace them. he left them there to tell you he heard every fuckin word you said and heâs not letting you off the hook for it. itâs a test. if you meant it - which you did - youâll bring them to him. youâll say it to him sober like he asked.
a man of morals. who knew war criminals had it in them.
you spend what has to be a full ten minutes just staring at them - like maybe youâre still drunk, maybe youâre seeing things and theyâll vanish if you focus hard enough. maybe you can unsay every devastatingly honest thing you said with sheer mental fortitude alone and theyâll magically fly back to him on their own.
spoiler alert: they donât move. because of course they donât. and it takes another ten before you finally stuff them into your pocket.
itâs probably best to just rip the bandaid off. bring them to him before you have to face him infront of the others in mess or briefing - damage control before the rest of the world finds out about the stunt you pulled. you donât even know what youâre going to say - sorry? thanks? letâs just pretend i never told you i fantasize about fucking you when i canât sleep?
fuck. it doesnât matter. you know you owe him the return. a peace offering, a penance, a silent white-flag kind of knock on his door.
and so you walk the hall like itâs the green mile. youâve never done a walk of shame but you imagine this has got to be as close as it comes. his door is shut when you reach it, and you stand in front of it like a coward for another unnecessary amount of time - complexion almost ill. ghostly. like you could float right through the fuckin wood if the wind blew hard enough.
finally, you knock.
itâs a moment, and then he answers, filling his doorframe with those thick shoulders stretching a tight black t-shirt, looking right as rain besides damp hair and bloodshot eyes.
you wonder, fleetingly, if he even slept. but then his gaze drops over the length of you and you busy yourself with fighting the urge to run for your fucking life.
you clear your throat. âcan i..uh. can we talk?â
he nods and pops the door open, gesturing for you to come in. you take a few steps into his room - dark, organized, rather sparse - and nearly jump out of your flesh when the door shuts behind you. the click of a cell door closing, announcing your sealed fate.
you spin to face him once his boots have stopped dragging across the tiles, and find him leaning back against his desk - ankles and arms crossed.
you swallow, and pull the tags from your pocket. âi um. i think you forgot these.â
his brow twitches, barely, as he takes a glance at your hand. a flash of something behind his eyes you canât name.
âdid i?â he doesnât move.
you shift your weight. the mortification could eat you alive. youâre certain it currently is.
âfigured iâd bring them back.â you add, quieter now, trying your fucking hardest to sound normal. like you didnât just spend the night saying all kinds of unholy things into the palm of his hand. âincaseâŚuh, you were looking for them.â
he still doesnât take them.
âstrange,â his lips tilt. the first sign heâs shown that he's enjoying this. âcoulda sworn i left emâ somewhere on purpose.â
your stomach flips. you try to laugh but itâs brittle. âright. sure.â
he shrugs. ânot the kinda thing i usually misplace.â
you bite the inside of your cheek so hard you think it might bleed, unsure how to respond to that. itâs hard to even breathe with the way heâs watching you - like heâs taking notes - reading everything youâre not saying in the line of your mouth, in the way your fingers tremble around the chain of his tags.
âshaky this mornin, yeah?â he says, just casually knocking the rest of the wind out of your chest.
âi-â
you falter, because what the fuck are you even supposed to say? no, iâm fine. iâm totally good, actually. i definitely didnât spend all morning curled fetal, praying to gods whoâve certainly damned me for a head injury so i can forget the mental car crash that was last nights events.
simon waits, eyes blazing like youâre a twitchy little experiment. trying to see which wire makes you spark the hardest.
you clear your throat. try again. âmâjust tired.â
âmm.â he hums with a lazy nod. âmusta been all that talkin you were doin.â
and there it is. here it comes.
âcanât really remember, but iâm sure itâs part of it.â you lie with a forced laugh. lie so awkwardly it hurts. âtequila. you know how it is.â
âdo i ever.â he replies, dragging a hand through his damp hair.
silence stretches thick, after that. itâs so thick it makes the walls feel closer, the floor feel further away. you avert your gaze, and realize almost immediately how big of a mistake that is because the motion pulls your eyes across his forearm - his bare, inked forearm, tendons flexing with the movement heâs making.
you remember that arm last night, wrapped tight around your waist. pulling you close before you moaned god yes and please beneath the big hand attached to it like fucking gospel.
when you flinch, he smirks. not even pretending like he didnât notice. âyâremember nothin from last night, then?â
your eyes snap up to his. you hate yourself for the fact that all of last nights confidence seems to be no where in fucking sight.
âbits.â he echos. nodding. âyeah. must be a shame.â
oh god.
âshame?â
âshame tâforget all that detail.â he lets the words sink in, watching your face as he leans a hand on the desk behind him. âpretty interestin things. real deep. could write a bloody novel, the way yâwere goin on.â
âoh.â you choke, again, and mentally slap yourself. get it together. âwell. thats-â
he hums again. âsuppose i could walk yâthrough it.â
âwalk me-â
earth tilts. he doesnât let you finish. âyâknow. help piece it together. fill in the gaps.â
âyou donât-you donât have to-â
he lifts a hand to gesture vaguely toward his bed. your pulse races to the moon.
âyour room, yâwere right there. lookin at me like i was gonna eat yâalive.â his voice lowers. you swallow and it tastes like sin. his finger shifts to the space before his bed. pointing at the edge. âand i was right there, tryinâ like hell tâbe a fuckin gentleman.â
you could laugh, maybe cry, or just absolutely combust right there on the floor because it all floods back in an instant. the way you moaned his name when he knelt over you to undo your boots. the way your thighs tensed as you told him you think about him. the way you stared at him while your brain short circuited and your mouth betrayed every secret you thought youâd die with.
part of you did die, you suppose. the part with your dignity. right there on the floor of your room, next to your boots he took off.
âlook, simon-â
he steps closer now. just a step. âyâsaid youâd been into me for ages.â
you blink, holding your breath.
âsaid yâthink bout me when yâcant sleep.â his voice is a rasp now, the muscle in his jaw ticks. âi asked yâa question, then. dâyou remember it?â
fucking hell.
âyes.â you exhale.
âwhat was it.â
your heart is a jackhammer, breaking through your sternum.
âyou-you asked if i think about you whenâŚâ you hesitate, and he cocks an eyebrow. ââŚwhen i touch myself.â
âyeah.â he says lowly. a breath, not a word. âthaâs right.â
your skin is burning and your limbs feel foreign, at this point. you feel nerve endings pulsing in place you didnât know you even had nerves.
âdâyou remember your answer?â he continues, taking another step toward you.
and itâs then that the anxiety takes over - you blink twice and bite down until you taste blood, shaking your head no. not because youâve forgotten - fucking hell you remember everything - but because saying it out loud feels like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
he doesnât buy it.
âmm, sure yâdo.â he calls your bluff, says it so soft itâs almost a coo. âyâknow i know your tells - two blinks while bitin the inside of your cheek.â his eyes gleam as his lips twitch. âyâcanât lie tâme, princess.â
christ, you canât help but laugh at that. itâs exactly the reason why youâve been into him - heâs perceptive and cunning and cocky all at once.
this is the man youâve thought about fucking for months.
âyes.â you whisper in admittance. âi said yes.â
âgod yes.â he corrects with another step until heâs so close you have to kink your neck back to meet his eyes. his shoulders swallow the edges of your vision until all you see is him. ââŚstill true?â
you nod. a broken thing. âyes.â
âyeah?â his head tilts, the heat of him sweltering. âyâthink bout me when yâput hands on yourself?â
âsimon-â
he hushes you with a shake of his head, eyes dipping to your lips. âtell me.â
itâs then that you realize dragging this on is for nothing. whatever drunken confession you made last night clearly cracked open whatever restraint simonâs been exercising for months.
clearly whatever you feel, heâs feeling it too.
âyes.â you confess, as firm as you possibly can. nothing coy in it now. âyes, i think about you when im alone. when i touch myselfâŚdoesnât even feel right unless im picturing you. your hands. touching me.â
it all comes out of you in a rushed whisper, desperate and dripping sweet from your lips like itâs been saturating behind your teeth for too long. when he doesnât respond right away, you realize youâve stunned him, and pull on whatever courage you have left to press forward.
âiâve wanted you for so long ive stopped tryin to figure out when it started.â you murmur, lost in his eyes. âand you?â
his breath catches. just the faintest hitch, like he wasnât prepared for the edge of your honesty to turn and face him instead. itâs delectable, the slight composure tilt, but it doesnât last long. because slowly - slowly, his mouth curls into something wrecked. something that says fuckin hell, itâs on.
his knuckles come up to graze your jaw, he lowers his head until his lips find your earâ
âyâaskin if i think bout you when iâve got my fist wrapped round my cock?â you inhale sharply, then choke on it when his mouth brushes your lobe. âcourse i fuckin do.â
your hands lift timidly to find his shirt, curling into it, dog tags still clinking between your fingers.
âyâthink i havenât been losin sleep over you?â he continues, dragging his mouth along your jaw. âthink i didnât cum with your name in my mouth last night, after you begged so nice n pretty fâme to fuck yâsenseless?â
your lashes flutter. his free hand slips around your waist. âfuck, simon-â
âi know, sweetâeart.â he murmurs it, almost gentle, like itâs something you share. âthaâs what yâneed, ainât it? fâme to admit youâre not the only one losin mind here.â
you nod, partly frantic and partly delirious, and he exhales something strained - something from somewhere deep, catching on the parts of him dying to stay patient.
âgood.â his hand slides up the back of your shirt, while the other finds the one of yours still holding his tags. âyâreally come here just to return these, then?â
âno.â it chokes out of you instantly, mouth tilting toward his. âyou wanted me to say it to you sober. made a promise bout what youâd do if i did?â
something feral flashes over his face, at that. translated through the grip he tightens on your waist, the exhale he washes over your jaw.
âyeah.â he says, tight. âi did.â
his mouth is barely a breath from yours.
âwell here i am. sober.â you whisper. âwanting you more than i did while drunk.â
he makes a sound youâve never heard before. not a groan, not a moan, something deep and feral punched straight out of his chest.
âfuckin hell.â
and then heâs kissing you.
no more waiting, no more games. simonâs a man of his word and it shows in the way his mouth crashes into yours - hungry and bruising and impatient - teeth knocking, one hand fisting in the back of your shirt and tearing it off you while the other pulls you in. he spins you both so your ass hits the edge of his desk, and then breaks away - trailing spit slick lips down your jaw and throat, thick fingers working to tease the band of your sweats.
âtell me where yâwant me, sweetâeart.â he growls into your pulse.
you blink, dazed. âi-what?â
his teeth graze just enough to make you whimper, before his mouth drags back up beside your ear - ruinous in the inflection.
âtell me how youâve imagined it,â his finger tips slide under your waistband, just teasing. âwhat youâve pictured when youâre thinkinâ of me like this. right âere.â
âoh god, simon.â you moan by his words alone, too wound to be embarrassed, fingers cinched tight in the fabric of his shirt. âyour-your fingers. your mouth. your cock-â
that sound again. deep and devastated. restraint being ripped out by the roots.
âfuck. filthy thing fâme, arenât you?â he says, as two fingers slide lower, slipping under heat soaked fabric and finding your slit, pressing in no further than they need to before circling back up - spreading the mess youâve made just to feel it. âyouâre fuckin soaked.â
you whimper as he teases your clit. his mouth finds your throat again, teeth grazing where your pulse stutters wild beneath flushed skin. you donât trust your legs to hold you upright under the weight of it all - his touch, his voice, the feral gleam in his eye when he looks at you like youâre some prophecy being fulfilled.
âsâthis what i do tâyou?â he murmurs. âjust from talkin tâyou like this?â
you nod, a frantic little thing. âyes-god, yes.â
he exhales hard like it's kicked out of him, tugging your sweats down until they slide off your ankles before he lifts you back onto his desk and parts your thighs with hands so big they nearly span the entire width of them.
you fucking moan at the sight.
and of course it only fuels him - braces you back on your elbows, spine arched, breath caught in your throat as he steps in close between your legs. his eyes drag down to where you glisten in the dim light - slick, flushed, waiting - and he lets out a curse before returning his fingers to your aching cunt.
he presses in one digit slow, then adds another. knuckle deep until your eyes roll, hips jerking at the stretch.
âoh, fuck-â
he hisses through his teeth. âtight little cunt. fuckin meltin fâme.â
his thumb catches your clit in the same motion - rubbing soft circles, pushing you closer, dragging you toward the edge with every brutal curl of his fingers inside you.
âthat feel good?â he growls against your jaw. âtouched yâself in bed thinkin bout me between your thighs like this?â
youâre panting now. shaking.
âi-â you gasp. âyes, simon-yes-â
âyeah?â his thumb speeds up, his fingers pump deeper, your head spins. âand did yâcum like this? like youâre about to fâme now?â
you donât answer fast enough. he bites at your jaw.
âtell me.â
âno-n-never like thisââ
he growls something vile under his breath. âpoor thing. sâokay. iâve got you.â
your walls flutter around him, your thighs shaking where they frame his hips, and he feels it - feels the beginning of the end stutter through you.
âsimon-â you whinge.
he cuts you off. âlook at me.â
you do. barely.
âthaâs it,â he breathes. âcum on my fuckin fingers. show me what iâve been missin.â
youâre starved for it, beyond saving, and its only a couple more deep pumps before you break.
it floods through you - white hot and searing. you cry out his name as you clamp around his digits, trembling apart on his desk while he watches you like youâre art - jaw clenched, pupils blown - his fingers still moving, dragging you through it until youâre sobbing into his shoulder.
âthere we go.â when it passes and youâre limp, blinking up at him stunned - he withdraws slowly. âattagirl. sâfuckin good.â
you swallow, watching wide eyed as he brings those same fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
âbeen dreamin bout that taste, knew itâd be sweet.â he purrs as he leans down, wiping his spit slick digits over your cheek. âgonna need it proper soon.â
you donât even have time to question or respond to that, because then heâs unbuckling his belt.
when you finally look back up, his eyes are wild.
âsâthis what yâwant?â he murmurs, tugging leather through loops before undoing the button at his waist. âwhen you came tâme this mornin, all flushed and pretendin tâbe innocent. was this it? wantinâ me to bend yâover and take what yâfuckin offered?â
you choke as he tugs himself free - thick, leaking at the tip and throbbing - bigger than anything youâve ever seen, nevermind taken.
the nod that follows is compulsive desperation. âholy fuck-yes-â
he smacks light at your thigh. âstand up. bend over fâme.â
you do as youâre told without hesitation - legs shaking as you stand spin and lean forward over the desk - breath still stuttering in your chest, heart going a mile a minute. your hands barely meet wood before heâs on you - no preamble. no breath between. grabs your hips like itâs instinct, like his hands were molded to hold you like this, and yanks you back against him with a roughness that steals whateverâs left in your lungs.
you shudder when he slides his cock against your slit once - twice - dragging the head through slick and stalls notched just shy of your entrance, breathing hard like itâs killing him to wait.
âyâremember what else yâsaid last night?â
you barely manage a nod. your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. he exhales something like a laugh.
ânot compliments. not the fantasies. not the whining.â he drags through your mess again, slower this time. deliberate. âyou saidââ his hips press forward just enough to make you gasp. ââyou wondered if itâd hurt.â
you whine, embarrassed, but god it shoots straight through you. he bends low now, chest flush to your back, mouth to your ear.
âtruth is, it might.â his lips curl into a smile. âso donât fuckin run now.â
and then - only then - he pushes in. you gasp so hard your chest deflates on impact, thick head stretching sopping walls wide and dragging deeper than youâve ever imagined - too much and not enough all at once.
âohfuck-simon-â your head drops toward the desk, eyes stinging.
âmm. thaâs it.â he groans, loud, burying himself halfway before pausing there. âtightest fuckinâbloody hell.â
he presses forward a little more - just enough to make your knees shake as he steadies you with one hand at your hip and grits his teeth. he pulls out just to feel you clench, then shoves back in - hard enough to jolt the desk and feed you all of him before you can even brace for it.
âffffuck-ohfuck-â you wail, knuckles bloodless where they clutch the desk. âyou-youâre-â
âdeep.â he bends over you, grabs a fistful of your hair, and drags your head back to his mouth, voice hot on your skin. âi fuckin know.â
he thrusts once. hard. then again. slower. deeper.
âjesus christ,â he undoes your bra with his free hand, paws at your tits until it hurts. âwalked around this whole time with this cunt made fâme and didnât say a fuckin word.â
âfuck simon-â
âyeah.â he grits against your ear. âthaâs how you moaned it last night. just like that.â
itâs punishing, the pace he sets. each snap of his hips smacking against your ass drags stars down into your retinas - body rocking and cervix kissed with each thrust - his grip is bruising and his mouth works at your neck, forcing noises out of you loud enough to rattle the fucking walls.
it doesnât take long before your chest collapses onto slick wood, drool coated cheek pressed to the desk - vision bleeding white around the edges. heâs relentless - driven, brutal in rhythm, like heâs trying to fuck the memory of your voice out of his head, the memory of your thighs pressed together last night when he walked away instead of dropping to his knees and giving in.
he groans, open-mouthed, flushed everywhere. heâs not just fucking you. heâs wrecking you. dragging you across the edge by the throat and holding your broken pieces together with his own.
âmmf-fuck.â he snarls, burying his fist back in your hair. his palm cracks hard across your ass before snaking around your thigh to find your clit. devastating. âthis. this is what i thought of for months. you. fuckin boneless fâme.â
he pulls out slow with a shuttering exhale, just enough for you to whine before he roars back in - hard and fast, fingers never slowing.
you shriek, squirming with no where to go.
âyâgot no fuckin clue what yâdid to me last night.â heâs panting, fingernails burning your scalp. âsat there slurrin filth. darin me tâdo somethin bout it. tested every fuckin moral iâve got.â
your second orgasm is a charging tide - and god, you know he feels it. you know by the way he rolls his fingers faster to chase it, moans in your ear when your walls flutter around him, fucks you deeper and slower just to drag you over by your hair.
âcum fâme. give me another.â he grits. âlet me fuckin feel it sweetâeart.â
âff-fuck simon! yes-yes-â
you sob, and then it hits you - violent and wet and cataclysmic - like every single one of your fantasies brought to life, like every pathetic orgasm you gave yourself to the thought of him and his fuckin hands all combined to create this. itâs stratospheric depths of bliss, all the colours of the rainbow erupting behind your eyes as he fucks you through it, not stalling his fingers until youâre sobbing.
âmhm. messy little thing.â
he growls with it before pulling out just enough to slap his cock against your soaked cunt, watching the slick stretch, the way you whine and arch out of pure fuckin instinct.
âlook at this pretty cunt,â he rasps, teasing his tip over your clit. âdrippin. tremblin. fuckin cryin fâme.â
you try to say something, try to catch a breath, but that all falls void as he thrusts back in without warning - one brutal, complete thrust, pushing everything out of you. screams, his name, your fucking soul. he groans as his hand finds your jaw, forcing your head to turn just enough so he can see your face. cheeks flushed, tears caught in your lashes.
âshh. donât runâdonât fuckin run,â he growls against your mouth, arm cinched tight across your waist when your hips jerk away like itâs too much. âyâasked for this. said it tâme sober.â
âsi-simon. please.â itâs breathless, ruined, wrecked beyond meaning, your mouth falling open on another sob when his hips grind deeper, when the head of him kisses a spot that has your knees giving out entirely. âfuck. sâgood. sâm-much-â
âyeah?â he snarls. âsâgood, huh?â
you nod something pathetic, lost for words. broken around him.
âwant yâto think bout this when youâre alone.â his free hand drags down to your stomach, rests just high on your pelvis, feeling where heâs drilling. âhow deep mâburied in this tight little cunt. how good my name feels in your fuckin throat.â
another nod. another hiccuped moan dragged out of you. ây-yes-yes iâll think about it-mmff-â
âmhm,â he kisses you once. fleeting and viscous and hot. âgood. sâgood.â
a few more ragged thrusts and a sound gets torn from him, pulled from somewhere deep, feral and hoarse and ragged. his hips punch forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and thenâ
âfuckâfuck.â
he lets go.
he groans, voice breaking at the edges, forehead falling to the space between your shoulder blades. he pulses deep inside you, all of his pent up heat flooding you full until heâs spent, until heâs got nothing left to give and collapses against your back in one shuddering, boneless exhale.
and when itâs over, itâs just breathing - a long quiet moment full of everything neither of you know how to say before you register that heâs moving - leaning over you to grab at where his dog tags were discarded on the desk.
he slips them around your neck, and then pulls out.
âman of mâword, sweetâeart.â he whispers against your jaw. âthis isnât over.â