𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝟭𝟴+

Simon had learned over the years to keep his voice down during sex—finding it embarrassing that a hulking man like him would whine like a bitch during sex.

Foolishly, he didn't change his habit when he got with you. Believing the quiet grunts he would allow to be enough for you. Like the other women he'd been with.

God, it was pissing you off.

He didn't account for the fact you'd lost most of your hearing. You never wore your hearing aids during sex because the itch of them wouldn't allow you to concentrate.

Simon was a fantastic lover—gave you exactly what you needed, had you coming until you couldn't fucking think anymore. But he just wouldn't make any sound. You know you should've been used to guys not making sounds by now at your big grown age, though you got your hopes up with Simon.

Simon was holding back his moans as he fucked into your perfect pussy, thrusting at that perfect angle that made you keen—Only allowing quiet masculine sounds to rumble from his chest.

But you finally had enough of seeing his mouth part, while being unable to hear anything.

"Simon," you pant, grabbing his jaw roughly "fucking moan, goddammit. I can't fucking hear you."

Simon stilled, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. "Y'sure? Didn't think women liked I' when a man makes noise."

"Need to hear you." you whispered, grinding your hips upwards impatiently.

Simon finally broke down that wall in his mind, leaning down to your good ear and letting out a loud groan, thrusting frantically. His big meaty paws clawing at you.

"Fuck!" Simon babbled "Feels so good, so tight. So so so tight."

You gasp at how loud he was being—getting what you always wanted from a lover.

"y'don't get it. Wanna be inside you all the time. Just wanna fill you over and over and over." He groaned, his hips becoming erratic and needy as he brings a hand to your clit—desperate to get you off before he came himself.

Your nails clawed down his muscular back, leaving red streaks in their wake. But the unrestrained whimper Simon let out in response?

You were coming with a squeal, locking your legs around his hips as he fucked his come inside you.

"Don't" you pant "You ever hold those sounds back again."

Simon huffed, wrapping his arms around you. "'s embarrassing, love."

"I just came harder than I ever have in my life, you can handle some embarrassment."

You stash the fact Simons softening cock twitched inside you at the thought of being embarrassed for later. Fucking pathetic thing, your boyfriend.

it was a nasty habit he's had since his teens, his way of dying a little bit with each lit cigarette. he never expected to last this long, with all the packs he goes through, bullets dodged, and the battles he's barely survived. he never thought to quit, always itching for a stick between his fingers to ease his anxiety and shaky hands.

before he met you, he never had a reason to. now that he has you, tucked into his side and leeching off his warmth, he knew he had to change. the little looks of disappointment every time he went for a smoke gutted him, or when you'd grimace every time you had to swallow his cum made him grit his teeth. or simply the idea that his smoking could kill your pretty lungs.

he quit cold turkey, like an idiot. it was the hardest thing he's been through, even if he wouldn't admit it, and he's been shot, stabbed and many other questionable things.

but it'd be easy in comparison if it meant keeping you healthy, giving you the live you deserved with him.

sure, he was as grumpy as ever and itched to put his lighter to good use, his hands shaking at his sides with restraint. he needed something to do, something to take his mind off the bad thing he craves.

and there's nothing more he craves than you. lips wrapped around your clit as he feasts on your puddy. tongue laving over the swollen flesh with half lidded eyes, murmuring excuses of, "jus' need m'lips 'n 'ands busy, luv." plunging thick fingers into your plushy cunt, slick and soaked with arousal as you let him. you're so proud of him for quitting, letting him overstimulate your pussy if it meant he never picked up another pack.

so instead of smoking ten a day, he'd eat you out ten times more instead.

midnight..

You stand in the kitchen of the quaint apartment you share with Simon. Your arm is outstretched, keeping you steady against the edge of the counter, and your ankles are crossed below you. The blinking clock on the stove reads 12:24 A.M, the dim glow of streetlights pours in through the window above the sink, and all you did was come in for a drink of water, but you still hear the shuffling footsteps of your boyfriend who walks like the dead when he's tired.

His arms wrap around your waist, swallowing your body whole with the sheer size of him, locking you down in place. He places a kiss on your shoulder while his hands roam. One hand snakes under his over-sized shirt you wear, bunching it up until his palm finds your breasts and he squeezes the plush skin. His other hand makes its way to your thin, cotton panties, pushing past the waistband and finding its way in between your thighs.

"So warm," he whispers groggily, placing a soft kiss to your neck, and goosebumps line your skin despite the warmth his body has to offer.

His chest is pressed against your back, his mouth to your skin, and the longer you linger there with his hands caressing your body, the more you want him. He sucks, bites, licks your neck, leaving purple bruises to ache in his wake, all while he continues to stimulate every last part of you. His fingers toy with your nipple, pulling and pinching until it peaks within his grasp. His palm grinds against your clit, just enough to drive you insane but not enough to do really anything.

"Si," you say breathlessly, moving your hips with the rhythm of his body unintentionally, rubbing your ass against his hard cock that aches in his boxers which earns you a groan of desire from the man behind you. "Let's go back to bed, Si."

"Can't make it to the bed lovie… need to be inside you here, right now," he says, voice low and rough around the edges with lust as he pushes down your panties until your legs are forced to uncross and the fabric strains against your skin.

Your breath catches in your throat from his words, desire builds in you until you know your pussy is soaking, until a heat begins to pool in your lower belly that only he can soothe. You spread your legs wider, gripping the edge of the counter with both of your hands, arching your back into him when you hear the rustle of his boxers being pushed down.

His hand pushes up your shirt as his fingers kiss your spine deliciously, pressing down to arch your back further, presenting your bare pussy to him and he notches his tip against your entrance. You push back on him, sinking an inch inside of you with ease, and the two of you share a raw moan of pleasure. He pushes in the rest of the way, groaning from the feeling of your warm, wet walls wrapped so tightly around him, and he doesn't stop until his cock is buried against your cervix.

"Goddamit," he says behind clenched teeth, "you're so tight around me."

You squirm your hips, begging for friction, and he places both of his hands on your hips until his fingers dig into the fat of your skin and begins to pound into you. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping for more. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, leaving no space inside of you empty for long as he repeatedly fills you to the brim.

"F-fuck Si," you stutter, lifting your hips with need, meeting his every thrust with one of your own.

His hips roll against your own, finding a rhythm of harmony between the two of you, delivering the same amount of pleasure with each last thrust. He slams against your cervix, and your pussy clamps down on his length. He pulls out until only the tip remains, and your pussy sucks him back in. Angling his hips, he finds your sweet spot with ease, hitting it with precision and leaving your toes curling against the tile of the kitchen floor.

"You feel so good baby," he praises, leaning down until his bare chest is pressed against your back, his hands finding their previous positions on your body.

You cry out when his fingers find your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves in between his calloused fingers before rolling and rubbing at the same pace of his relentless thrusts. His other hand finds your breasts under the sea of fabric, latching onto your nipple and twisting until it hardens from his touch. His thrusts continue to drive you towards your inevitable orgasm, each one hitting your sweet spot, then your cervix, then pulling out and stretching your entrance wide to accommodate his length.

"S-so close Si," you say breathlessly, your eyes shutting tight while you focus on every touch from him, every sensation.

Your words spur him on as his lips find your neck where he kisses over blooming bruises, his tongue parting his lips for him to lick the salty-sweet sweat of your skin, and you're completely lost in it. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as moans pour from you, drool drips from your chin, tears stain your cheeks from the sheer amount of pleasure running through your body.

"I know baby, I know," he whispers, kissing just below your ear, holding you up when your knees grow weak from the tender press of his mouth. "Cum on me lovie, for me."

His words turn to begs, which turn into groans of desire while he continues to fuck into you like he wasn't just fast asleep. With a wider stance, he digs into you, reaching deeper, fucking you faster, thrusting harder, anything to push you over the sweet edge your body so desperately craves. Your nails try to find purchase against the smooth countertops, trying to steady yourself when your legs grow numb and your mind can't focus on anything over then him.

A shiver runs down your spine, your body grows rigid, your muscles draw taut. His finger works your clit effortlessly, drawing your orgasm out of you as if you have no control over it. A broken moan falls from your lips when cum gushes from your entrance, coating his length, leaving behind rings of cream at his base. Your pussy clenches rhythmically around his length, pulsing with lingering pleasure, and Simon can't help but drop his gaze to where the two of you are connected.

"So beautiful," he says, more to himself than anything else. "That feel good?"

You nod your head frantically, dropping your forehead to the counter, the frigid stone cooling your body temperature. His hand runs down your spine again after he eases up on your clit when your body begins to jerk from overstimulation, and your back arches the more he thrusts into you. His grunts and groans turn rawer, the need for his own release building, and he turns his focus to that.

"Gonna fill you up, huh baby? That sound good?"

He knows the answer to it, which is why he wastes no time in drilling into you. Hips rolling against yours, fingers digging into any skin on your body they can find, his sounds of pleasuring ringing out in the small space around you two of you, and his release is crashing through him.

"F-fuck, oh fuck," he curses, his length twitching deep inside of you as he continues to rub against your raw walls with need.

With a few more thrusts and a guttural groan, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out from his tip with every pulse of his orgasm, coating your walls in everything he has to give. His body stills, only the slightest thrusts and movements to draw his climax out for as long as possible remain, and your pant against the counter trying to catch your breath when his body collapses against yours.

He rests his forehead against your lower back, kissing the skin oh-so softly while he pulls out of you, hissing from the stimulation of his tip sliding through your tight entrance. Your legs shake, your arms feel weak, your body is beyond tired from what he just did to you. He drops down to his knees behind you to clean up the mess left in between your legs before lifting your panties back up and slapping your ass.

Simon leaves a kiss on the raw skin while standing up and turning you around to throw you over his shoulder. He stomps back to the bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress, and slides in right beside you. Pulling the sheets over the two of you, he wraps his arms around your body, making sure you're tightly secure before he begins to growl about how you are stealing his precious sleep from him.

pervy ghost?

you and simon are going quite slow and sweet. so you don’t realize how simon does pervy things that usually you don’t catch.

first he started off simple and semi-innocent, everytime you drank from a glass he’d put his mouth against the gloss lip print that’s there, same as if it were a straw. licking the access of hopefully saliva but mostly always your cherry lip balm.

his heart would throb along with his dick.

he started smelling the scent of his passenger seat once he dropped you back off at home, hopefully to smell your perfume.

though, he gets most excited when you have your short micro skirts on with skimpy lace underneath because when he has the lucky chance he’d finger you till you squirt and cream on his fingers and seats. his eyes would roll back to the thought of hurrying you back home just to lick the rest of you that was there off his leather seats,

you can guess he starts to like you more, you’ve been coming over more, leaving your clothes over more.

he’d smell the pillow you use when you’re over, and when you’re gone hump on it all sloppily until there’s a mess.

and he doesn’t clean it off in hopes you ignore the stain or simply don’t notice it so you can put your face all over his dried up seed.

you even start leaving underwear over, he stuffs the dirty ones preferably in his mouth while another pair is wrapped around his dick.

he thinks about forcing the one’s he close to cumming in back on you so your puffy pussy is soaked with them.

& even though u guys never fucked and when you’re too sleepy to touch on Simon you always allow his nose to be deep in your neck as he breaths and huffs like a nasty dog in heat all while he uses your hands to pump his dick.

phat tip squished against your belly button and he’d whisper filthy shit to you while you still dozing off and halfway sleep.

“baby all i need is this.”

“feel so good luv, u sleep?”

“I can cum like this, can I cum in your panties? the ones you have on are my favorite.”

“God, I wish I can put my nut all in ur fuckin’ stomach.”

Father’s Day.

Early morning rays filter through the sheer curtains, basking the bedroom in a warm glow of the sun. The mattress seems to swallow you whole, molding to your body, begging you to stay naked in the comfort of your sheets instead of waking up for the day. Simon sleeps behind you peacefully, finally back from a mission just in time for his holiday.

It's the third Sunday of June, Father's Day, and just before you are about to sneakily get out of bed to start the breakfast tradition, Simon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls your back against his chest. Your body relaxes in his hold, the warmth of his skin spreads throughout yours, and his calloused fingers draw circles on your lower belly which leaves goosebumps in his wake.

"Mornin' lovie," he says, voice low and rough with sleep, his breath hitting the back of your neck before he buries his face in the crook between your shoulders.

"Happy Father's Day Si," you reply, placing your hand on top of his while snuggling closer.

His cock immediately rises against your ass, hard and ready to go even after just waking up, and you have no shame when you grind against him. He groans, pushing his length towards you, pulling you closer to feel more of your skin on his. Your legs open ever so slightly when his hand trails lower, and two of his fingers run through your folds, teasing you before bringing them up to your clit.

He rubs slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your hips rock back and forth as you begin to crave the feeling of soft pleasure, all while drawing out quiet whimpers and moans from your lips. He kisses your nape, moving along your shoulder, up your neck, across your jaw until you turn your head to give him access to your mouth. His kiss is deep and claiming, raw and passionate, and he continues to grind against you.

"Let me put another one in you… haven't had you pregnant in years," he says in between kisses, his fingers working your clit faster the more your legs spread for him.

Your pussy clamps down on nothing from the promise in his words, slick leaking from your entrance as desire continues to build inside you, and you can't help but nod and agree to anything he has to say right now. He laughs softly, kissing you again and again, moving his hand from your clit just to better situate himself.

He wraps one hand under your body, pulling you closer by your waist, positioning it to where he can rub your clit while moving the other hand to lift your leg. He slides his cock against your folds, gathering your slick, coating his length in your arousal to make it easier to push inside. His tip leaks precum, the head red and swollen with need, and you move your soft hand down to smear it with your thumb before guiding him to your entrance.

"Goddamn," he curses, his tip slipping inside of your wet walls, your pussy instantly giving way to his familiar length when both of you let out a rough moan of approval.

Simon sinks in all the way, his cock nudging against your cervix, and he rests there, feeling the way your walls flutter around him while trying to adjust to his size like you have to every single time. Your fingers grip the sheets, trying to steady yourself from the feeling of being so full, and you bite your bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure that threaten to rip free and wake up everyone in the house.

"Si, please," you beg, rolling your hips back against him, silently asking for him to move, for him to do anything he wants to you.

His hand moves from your clit, moving to press down on your lower belly, and the sensation leaves you feeling euphoric from how deep inside you he sits. He groans from feeling himself there too, his cock twitching in the depths of your pussy just from the thought alone. One finger traces the lines of your stretch marks, silently worshipping all your body has done to give him his children. You let him, giving him the time to be there with you, giving him the time to think back on everything that has happened to make him the father he is today.

"I wouldn't be anything without you," he whispers breathlessly, his fingers finding your clit again where he rubs tight, quick circles while he pulls out just to push back in again.

His cock bullies your insides in the best way. The veins and ridges of his length slide through your walls, molding to him, welcoming him in the rawest way possible. He angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, and you do everything you can not to cry out for the man behind you. He hits your cervix, knowing just how much pressure to apply to make it pleasurable for you. Simon doesn't go too fast or too slow, his pace is meant to build your orgasm steadily, to build the anticipation.

"You feel so good," he praises, rolling his hips against your ass over and over again, pinching your clit between his calloused fingers and rubbing at the same time.

You moan quietly, rocking back and forth against him to meet every thrust while spreading your legs even wider than the way he has you positioned, begging for more. Your fingers tangle in the sheets, your other hand cups your breasts, toying with your sensitive, hard nipples to relieve the ache in them. Your head digs into the soft pillow, drool dripping onto the fabric from where your mouth hangs open ever so slightly on silent moans, and your eyes shut tight as you give your body over to him.

"Oh f-fuck Si," you whimper, shivers racking through your body as heat begins to pool in your lower belly,

He pounds against your sweet spot, his fingers dig into the soft fat of the inside of your thigh, his fingers work your clit with efficiency just the way you like it. You push back against him, letting him reach even deeper inside of you, and you grind against his fingers, but your body is confused on where to focus when everything feels too good. You pull, pinch, twist your nipples, searching for more stimulation while your orgasm builds and builds.

"Yeah? That feel good," he asks, growling out the words to bite back his groans.

You nod your head, it's the only thing you can do as he fucks you dumb and clouds your mind, inhibiting you from being able to form any coherent words or important thoughts. He fucks you faster, deeper, harder, thrusting inside of you with little control as his mind and body beg him to make you cum. His balls slap against your ass, squelching from the contact from how wet you are for him,

Your climax sits in your lower belly, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, and your body begins to shake with pleasure as he continues to drill into you. He knows you're so close, he can taste the goosebumps on your skin when he kisses your shoulder, see the shivers racking through your body while you writhe, feel the way your pussy clamps down as if it never wants him to pull back out.

"Cum on my dick baby… I know you can do it," he says, encouraging you while placing his mouth on your neck, sucking the soft skin until purple bruises bloom underneath.

You squirm in his grasp, desperate to feel the pleasure he speaks of, and when your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut, you give yourself over to it. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his length, coating his shaft in rings of white cream. Your body trembles against his, your moans ring out in his ear even while trying to be as quiet as possible, and when you start to twitch from overstimulation he eases up on your clit.

"That's it. You're such a good girl for me."

Simon pounds into you harder, focusing on his own climax now. His hand moves from your leg, letting it hang in the air while he spreads your ass to get a better view of your soaked pussy sucking him in. Groans fall from his lips, grunts fill the air with each thrust of his hips, and the sight of you taking his impossibly large dick has him cumming instantly.

"F-fuck, goddamit… feels so good," he says, thrusting a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and releasing his seed deep inside of you.

A guttural groan rips from his throat, far too loud, but neither of you care. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out with every pulse of his length, hitting your cervix and leaking out when there isn't room for anymore. Your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop of it until there is nothing left and his cock stills inside of you. It creates a mess between your thighs, one that he will happily clean up.

His body slumps against the mattress, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to catch his breath, and you pull his cock out just to flip over and face him instead. Simon pulls you closer, basking in the scent of you, in the warmth your body gives off. His eyes roam your face, taking note of your afterglow, of your half-lidded eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, of your swollen lips and drool stains.

He kisses you hard, but slow, savoring the taste of you, his fingers gripping your skin as if he can't seem to get you close enough. You place your hands on his chest and push him flat against the mattress before straddling his hips. His hands find your ass, kneading the plush fat, softly grinding you against his semi-hard length before you playfully slap him.

"No more… and you better pretend to still be asleep when I bring the kids in here with breakfast," you say, scolding him for distracting you from the Father's Day activities you have planned.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, laughing softly, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back in for one more kiss before letting you leave. "Do I get dessert after?"

His hand falls between your legs, slipping two fingers into your pussy, curling them until he hits your sweet spot and your back arches ever so slightly before pulling them back out again. He brings them to your mouth, rubbing cum against your lips, silently asking you to open for him and when you do, you clean them off while nodding your head yes and gazing down at him. He groans, and sets you down on the floor, trying to hide his hard, aching cock with the sheets and telling himself to let you go before he fucks you in bed all day.

cw. mature content

Simon doesn't necessarily care where he fucks you, he's quite lenient with it actually. like the time he took you across his captain's desk while everyone else was in the dinning hall. You just wanted to deliver your husband the lunch you had freshly prepared, all of his favourites, at his base yet the bastard couldn't help but feel like a horny teenager, pulling you in the first room he saw, that just so happened to be his captain's office.

Just seeing you in that pretty sundress had his dick hardening under his slacks, he just couldn't resist his pretty dovie and he couldn't care less about where he's pinning you. His gloved hand hurriedly pulling up his balaclava as he pressed his mouth to yours, his lips rough and chapped due to the lack of moisture on them. Simon's mouth moved hungrily against yours, his thick tongue pushing into your mouth as his hands already groped your ass.

He picked you up with his hands firmly under your ass while your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, you bit his lower lip, letting out a soft giggle as you licked his lips to moisturize them, "Your lips are so dry." "'cause I haven' kissed ya enough, c'mere lovie" he mumbled before chasing the feel of your lips as he puts you down on the cap's desk.

Simon immediately spread your legs before he pressed his hips right against your clothed cunt, his bulge prominent in his pants as he grinded without a care that he was practically humping his wife in his captain's office while people were present. His large hand cover the span of your waist as he pushed his thick tongue through your parted lips, "fuck luv, ya look bloody gorgeous!" He murmured before swallowing your tongue whole as he ate your mouth desperately.

The balaclava sat uncomfortably tight on his broken nose but he didn't mind, getting lost in the way your mouth felt against his. His large hand hurriedly pushed up the hem of your dress, bunching it at your waist as he dipped his hand underneath the tiny fabric you called underwear. The thrill of simon touching you in such a public place had your pussy gushing and soaking the lacy pair, a dark spot spreading as simon's eyes dipped and the side of his mouth turned into a cunning smirk, "look at ya, fuckin' soaked through the pair. Does this excite ya tha' much, huh?"

The way he condescendingly spoke had your thighs pushing together with his hand, "shut up, you're the one who's acting like a horny teen–!" Your words get abruptly cut as simon glides his thick fingers, the middle and ring, through your dewy folds, stuffing them right into your pussy as you gasped. "F-fuck!" He smirked and without another thought he started to thrust his hand as humanely as it could go, the hand on your thighs travelled up and pulled your hips free of those panties, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Your mouth lets out a shriek at the sudden explosion of pleasure spreading through your cunt up to your stomach, you bit your lip, slapping a hand over your mouth as you let out a muffled scream, your eyes sharply stared at the locked door, just outside of it, soldiers walked cluelessly at the forbidden act happening behind the door. Simon's smirk just widened as his pace didn't waver despite your attempt to close your legs, his free hand gripping your thigh wide open as he fingered you, "Keep 'em open doll." The tips of his nails scratched and poked at the sweet spot inside of your gooey, clammy walls made your eyes roll back in your head.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as you bit your lip tightly, trying to not let any lewd sounds out in your husband's captain's office, your other hand gripped onto his shoulder, digging into the skin through the tshirt as your cunt clenched around his fingers, "There ya go luvie, cum on ma fingers." His fingers moved faster than ever as your toes curled in your shoes, your head thrown back as you came with a cry, "Simon!"

You panted, gripping onto his shoulder while the other hand gripped the edge of the table as your pussy pulsed like a heartbeat, suddenly feeling empty as he removed his fingers. And without wasting another second, simon worked open his belt, his thick cock slapping his thigh because of how heavy it was even when hard. His tip was flushed red and already leaking precum as he gripped his base and slammed it deep in your cunt making you let out a shriek!

He let out a hiss at the tight warmth of your cunt, slapping a hand over your mouth, "Bloody hell baby, don' be so loud, can't have anybody knowing I'm fuckin' ya." Tears swelled in your eyes as he rammed his hips into your cushy cunt, your arousal leaked down your cunt to your table and down your ass. You tried, really did, biting your lip to quiet down your cunt along with his hand covering your mouth but you had just came, your body still thrumming from the pleasure as he fucked you hard.

Simon let out a short laugh, watching as you struggled to keep quiet, your thighs trying to close as you shook your head desperately, "Shh shh hun, ya can take it. Be good f'me." He grunted, slamming his hips into your cunt. You could feel every throbbing vein and every thick ridge of his cock shaping your walls, all due to the overstimulation and thrill. Simon's hand sneaked down and coaxed your swollen clit out of it's hood, letting out a smirk as you immediately clenched impossibly tight around him.

With his ministrations on your poor clit and your poor swollen pussy, it wasn't long when you reached your peak only this time it was something more as you squirted all over him, "There ya go doll, there ya go!" He let out a amused laugh, not stopping as you sprayed all over his stomach and jeans, dripping down to the table and floor as he chased his own orgasm before cumming deep in you, "Good girl baby."

It was late in the evening when Price finally entered his office, too busy in the meeting with laswell when he stopped at the door. He took one look around the office, it looked like how he had left it but he could feel something in the air, something sweet when his eyes spotted the pink lacy pair of spoilt panties neatly kept on the middle of his very sticky desk with a note "Apologies for using your office sir." He immediately recognised simon's neat yet gruff handwriting, crumbling the note as his calloused fingers brushed on the still wet spot on the panties—his L.T's wife. John smirked, rubbing the fabric, "Dirty Bastard."

perfect doll.

ghost fucking your throat viscously, tears well up in your innocent bambi eyes as the room floods with filthy wet moans. he pats the back of your head, encouraging you like the good little doll you are to take him whole

until your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut due to the intense burn, drool dribbling down onto the floor creating a small puddle. his cock forming a bulge down your neck as you struggle to breath, gagging from his massive size as he continues thrusting relentlessly

"ey, easy love, don't be blackin' out on me" he taps your cheeks with his gloved fingers, wiping your smudged mascara as he pulls out of your mouth. you wrap your arms around his calf clinging to him, as you bury your face against his thigh letting out little whimpers, pain and pleasure electrifying your body, looking up at him with hazed eyes too fucked to think straight

he tilts his head to the side slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask. his fingers move slowly through your hair, waiting for your breathing to settle. the second he decides you are calm enough, he jolts your chin sharply, forcing you upwards and back to where you belong

right in front of his dick, with his cock resting on your tongue, looking up at him through your wet eyelashes waiting for him to stuff you again, his perfect little doll

Just disgusting Simon Riley.

No, as in he is way too obsessed with your cunt.

He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.

Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.

After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.

The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.

You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.

And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,

"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.

You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.