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you try and fake an orgasm with Simon (based off this post)

when you and Simon fuck, it's always passionate. he refuses to give you anything less than his all, sucking on your clit and pumping your cunt full with his fingers, curling them just like he knows you go crazy for. and it's divine. it brings you nirvana just to slam you right back into your body with its tingling nerves and fizzing skin. he always says the sweetest things, mumbling about how perfect you are, how he can't get enough of you, caressing your body like its a marble statue of a forgotten goddess he can't stop mumbling the name of.

nothing's changed about his love. not his lips on your skin or his cock shoved into your cunt, metal piercings stimulating that spongy spot inside of you. you should be clenching around him, crying out like a bitch in heat, but all the intense emotions that you know should be there are muted. all that pleasure is watered down by some other insidious emotion that's severed that delicious connection that should be there between you and Simon.

still, despite that pit in your stomach eating up that tasty stimulation, you perform. he pulls countless moans from your lips, has your fingers digging into the tense muscle of his shoulders, and yet you are nowhere close to finishing. it feels like you're so far from an orgasm that you've never once experienced it in your entire life. but Simon's been going for so long, pushing all the right buttons in all the right ways, getting you so close to your release and yet so far from it. perspiration sits heavily along his hairline, wetting his hair and making it stick to his forehead in small clumps.

you're taking too long. he's never cummed before you before, Simon's always prioritized your pleasure before his, and the poor man is basically edging himself and has been for what feels like eternity. hushed words always fall from his mouth like a saccharine waterfall when he's close, and he hasn't stopped muttering praise after praise into your ear.

"so fuckin' beautiful, takin' me so well, aren't 'cha?"

when his thumb begins its gentle massage on your clit, you almost cry. it feels so good, but it's tantalizing, promising you the release you desperately crave and yet can't seem to obtain. utter torture. and Simon's watching you through heavy lidded eyes, eager to watch you come undone, and it's all too much. so you arch your back with a desperate pornographic moan while your eyes screw shut in feigned ecstasy. and it's terribly pathetic, pitiful even, but it's all you have. one stupid, paltry faked orgasm.

Simon's movements cease. the pumping of his cock in your cunt, his swirling thumb on your clit; everything. your panting mixes with his in some dull harmony as he leans forward, hands resting on either side of your head while his body hovers over yours.

"sweetheart... what was that?"

all the moisture is sapped from your mouth the moment that question leaves Simon's lips. your current position is terribly vulnerable. stark naked with your boyfriend between your legs and his dick nestled deep inside of you; you couldn't get more exposed than that. however that question made things all the more daunting.

"w... what do you mean?" you ask, unsure if your voice is unsteady because of your exhaustion or anxiety.

"that just now," he explains. "are you tryin' to fake it?"

all you can do is lay there and stare up at him, eyes as wide as saucers and growing with moisture by the second. white hot shame burns through you, searing through your chest and stomach to the point where you feel like you'll be sick. you don't know what to say. lie further, or fess up and tell the truth? instead, you take the secret third option that is bursting into tears.

as soon as the tears fall from your face Simon has you wrapped up in his arms within the instant. no longer inside of you, he makes it so that both of you are lying on your sides, facing one another as you bury your face in his chest. he shushes you, tries to comfort you as he smooths a hand over your head but all you can do is apologize.

"talk to me, sweetheart," he urges, "what's goin' on?"

snot runs thick and heavy in your nose, forcing you to sniffle and nearly choke on the sensation, and still you keep your face hidden away.

"i'm sorry, i just- i just can't. it feels nice but i just can't finish and i was taking too long and, and i just- i don't know-"

"hey, s'alright," he coos, "these things happen sometimes. you just gotta let me know what's goin' on, yeah?"

"i know, i'm sorry," you sniffle.

"nothin' to be sorry about," he assures you. "there's nothin' in the world that you could say to me that would make me mad at you, love. if somethin' isn't workin' for you, i wanna know, yeah?"

all you can do is nod your head in response to him, and he places a firm kiss against the crown of your head. he holds you for a while longer before pulling away so he can sit up. you wipe any remaining tears off of your face as you watch him slip out of bed before holding his arms out towards you.

"c'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he says.

still sniffling, you sit up in bed and stare up at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "but... what about you?"

equally as confused, Simon leans forward and takes your hands into his as he helps you off the bed. "what about me?"

"you... didn't get to finish," you say meekly.

"yeah, neither did you."

his tone left no room for argument, and you're already halfway out of the bedroom by the time you fully comprehend just what he meant. but it doesn't take long before you forget all about it. you're in the bath and Simon's washing away all the shame and embarrassment from your body. his hands scrub your body clean, and he kisses away the thoughts that plague your mind until you're full of so much love you forget all about what had you upset in the first place.

FUUUUCK NIC THIS WAS SO GOOD??? IM ACTUALLY IN AWE OMG

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎╰▸simon who teaches you how to grind on a pillow properly to learn how to ride him

“it’s me,” simon’s voice pulled your brain away from overthinking, eyes fixating on him as he spoke. “f’ what you gettin’ shy about?” 

your legs straddled the long, decorative pillow that rested on your bed. but, instead of it being tossed to the side like it normally was, it became the focus of simon making you get off in front of him. 

“it feels awkward,” the sound of your voice barely above a whisper as hands grab at the pillow under you, shifting your position slightly to move towards the middle of it. “i don’t see how it’s going to help.”

simon, who was sat in front of you, had his one leg pulled up and the other laying flat on the bed; the fabric of his jeans brushing against your bare skin. the only coverage you had was the pair of panties and the shirt you had long snatched from his closet to claim as your own. 

“s’ gonna help you with figuring out the movement,” he murmured, reaching to grab your hands that had yet to release the pillow. “figure out a pace you’re comfortable and can easily fall into a rhythm with.”

most guys would make you feel embarrassed because you didn’t feel comfortable nor knew how to probably ride them. and yet, simon was here making you feel embarrassed because he was taking the time with you to teach you proper movements. a soft flick of his pointer finger against your forehead caught your straying attention again, cheeks warming at the small action. he was like a hawk the way he was careful to notice every change in your demeanor. one small adjustment to your facial expression and he knew your brain was trying to overpower you with doubting thoughts.

“hey,” a gentle squeeze of your hands relaxed your body, fingers sliding to interlock with either of your hands. “jus’ focus on me. nothing else, right?” nodding to indicate you heard him, your hands gently squeezed his own back. hips pushing your body forward as the fabric of your panties brushed against the pillow, the friction already sending a chill up your spin at the unfamiliar sensation.

“like that, good girl,” the praise made it hard not to let a small, but embarrassed smile form on your face. your eyes shifted away from his as you glanced back down at the space where you moved your body against. all the focus directed on the movement at which you controlled your hips, but clumsyly failed to get a proper rhythm as you tried to increase the pace..

and before you could exude your frustration, one hand released yours and found its place on your waist. simon’s hand guided your body without doing too much of the work, the softest pull of you towards him and then the same soft push back to help you indicate when to move. “press down a little more when you move forward,” his voice seemingly lower than normal, and quieter than he was moments before. when your eyes went to look at him, his were nowhere near your gaze; simon’s own focus now on the darkened spot of your panties.

despite not looking at you, you nodded again and pressed down as you grinded forward on the pillow. a hum vibrating your throat in satisfaction. your body easily moving to the rhythm simon had helped build you up to. your free hand that had been let go of by his own, now reaching for his forearm as you sought to stabilize yourself better. hips needily grinding against the pillow as your head dropped back, eyes closing to imagine anything but the pillow. 

“simon,” the desperation in your voice broke out and you felt his forearm muscles tense under your fingers before both of your hands were now back to being held by his. 

“look at me,” the order snapped your head back straight up, eyes meeting his as hands squeezed yours; this time is was far from gentle. the squeeze was tight, but encouraging as he watched you closely. “doing so good, y’know?” simon hummed, glancing down once more to watch your hips. “fuckin’ a pillow to learn how to ride me, you’re such a good girl f’ me.” 

the words caused you to let out a whimper. the way his words alone could melt you was a talent itself.

nearing your orgasm, you knew your weak squeeze of simon’s hands was nothing in comparison to his. but it was a gentle indicator that was enough to signal him you were close. the darkened spot on your panties expanding, your cry of his name as you looked at him made his own cock twitch in his jeans at the sight. lazily, your hips continued to rock back and forth against the pillow as you rode out the high, hands still holding his but dropping lower. 

releasing the hold he had, your body was tugged onto his lap as he readjusted his seated position on the bed. the pillow replaced by one of his thighs now and the warmth radiating from his body giving you goosebumps. 

“what are–”

cutting your words off, one hand pressed his thumb against your folds through the dampened fabric. 

“the pillow was the first lesson.”

tttthinking so hard about soft!simon who’s just absolutely enamoured w his slightly weird super smart so like,, she’s got so much stuff in her little brain about philosophy and human behaviour and animals and plants and the stars and physics and politics and poisons and animals and and and—

sometimes she starts rambling and maybe he doesn’t get it but he’s just listening and if he looks confused she starts explaining even more thus rambling even more and he can’t help but absolutely adore the sparkle in her eyes when she’s talking or the way she gets excited and starts pacing while explaining and answering any questions he might have bc it shows that someone is listening to her for the first time ever and just eeeee

soft!simon who loves his smartypants gf and looooves dumbing her down on his cock even more,, shsshshshshshh she’s barely able to talk and he’s grinning asking her questions about something she was rambling about earlier but she’s too fucked out to answer properly and he’s just teasing her abt how it just takes a little fucking for her to start drooling and barely able to talk i’m gonna die 🥴

anon, you have destroyed my brain with this one. he really is so good with her. the way he'll ask any and every question possible, even though he doesn't understand half the things she is saying in the first place. absolutely amazed by how much information is stored in her brain and is definitely a proud boyfriend when it comes to everything she does.

but there really is no sight like seeing his smartypants girlfriend beneath him, your legs pushed back on either side of you while he thrusts into you. simon's hand cupping one side of your face while his thumb brushes over plumped lips before pushing its way into your mouth.

"mhm," he hums, eyes looking down at you beneath him while soft moans spill from your mouth. lips secure around his thumb as you look back directly at him, brain trying to focus on what he's about to say or ask you. "goin' on so much about human behaviour before," he trails off, thrusts dragged out before hips press forward roughly into you. "wanna explain what makes you so fuckin' dumb the second you clench around my cock?"

and your brain can't compute a sentence, the only reaction is your lips parting from around his thumb to let out a cry as he thrusts into you. "i-i don't–" words cut short as another thrust replaces words with a cry out into the room.

"don't know?" he asks, attempting to finish your response. "thought you knew everything?" the questioning making you shake your head in response, words once again a struggle to get out as your body squirms under his. your hands grabbing for him and hips raising up each time he goes to thrust into you.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I NEVER KNEW I COULD SQUEAL THIS LOUD.

nsfw, mdni.

simon becomes an absolute dog when he sees you in his shirt.

cw: possessive simon, sex on carpet (ouch), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink (?).

simon is a good roommate. he’s organized, clean, pays rent on time, and minds his own space. the only thing is—roommate is hot. stupidly hot. you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he’s never once brought back a girl let alone mentioned one. you figured your little crush on him would pass like all the other (it does not). you start dropping hints that you find him attractive. like wearing your tightest tops, brushing your ass against him while reaching for a cup, even leaving one of your lacy thongs to mix in with his laundry. he never bites the bait. you start to think that maybe he just doesn’t find you attractive or even worse he finds you creepy. so you tuck your schoolgirl crush away into the cavity of your chest.

you close the washer with your hip, cradling your laundry basket back to your room. you hear the familiar turn of your front door lock letting you know simon is home from his morning gym session.

you pad into the living room to ask simon if he needed any clothes washed. simons back is turned from you when he begins to slip off his trainers, dropping his gym at the foot of the door.

“need any clothes washed? i’m starting a load up right now.” you ask eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his compression shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond “nah don’t think-“ before he snaps his mouth shut when he sees what you’re wearing. “that mine?” his voice gruff, it’s his army issued shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. a deep green color that frays at the hem and has his last name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring at the worn fabric waiting for an answer.

you look down, “oh yeah. sorry was doing laundry found this in hamper. my clothes are in the wash. hope that’s okay?” you sound apologetic like you just did something unforgivable. jesus christ what were you thinking wearing his shirt without asking. you shift trying to ease your embarrassment.

he’s on you in three short strides. making a noise between a growl and snarl. you don’t know how or when you both ended up on the living room floor. frankly, it’s the last thing on your fucking mind now that you’re on your knees cheek pressing into the shag carpet. you can feel the heat of his stare between your legs. you get a glimpse of your shorts and panties strewn across the floor leaving you in his shirt. you wait with bated breath for him to touch you. you wiggle your hips in a silent plead to get him to do something, anything…everything.

he gives the flesh of your ass a heavy smack that has you clenching around nothing. “be good now.” is all you hear before the sting leaves an angry red mark that you know is gonna leave you wincing for the next week. simon smooths a hand over the back of your (his) shirt making a noise in the back of his throat.

you hear shuffling behind you before you feel the head of him catch on to your opening making your mouth gape like a fish out of water. he groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips, before he presses in painfully slow with a hiss. you whimper into the carpet, fists balling, feeling hot all over. your cunt pulses trying to make room for him inside your womb.

“i know. i know, pretty girl. almost there.” simon bites back a hiss when you clench at his words. you think you might die like this. laid out on ugly apartment carpet trying to take simon’s cock. you could cry with relief when you feel simon’s balls meet your clit letting you know he’s all the way in. simon lets out a guttural sound bordering on animalistic at the sight of you speared open on his cock, last name across your back, absolutely crying for it.

he fists the bottom of the shirt to keep you still and eases his hips back just to sink back in slowly. the pressure in your navel hurts so good it’s starting to make you dizzy. simon sets a pace that has you trying to cant your hips back to meet his thrusts. he lays a heavy palm in the middle of your back, just under the boldened ‘RILEY’, keeping you pinned giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“prettiest fuckin girl i ever seen. gonna give this cunt the proper treatment she deserves, yeah?” he bends his left leg, somehow sliding in deeper. there’s no doubt that you can feel him in your lungs. “s’deep simon.” you slur, reaching a hand back to weakly press against his stomach. he chuckles at the act taking both wrists into one of his hands pressing them at the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. you sob at the change in angle. your nipples being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts.

“needed this real bad, huh? don’t worry baby. i’ll make sure you don’t go without it again. wearing those tiny tops think i didn’t notice.” his voice rough and deep behind you. “uh huh.” you reply without a second thought, you don’t even care that you’ve been drooling into the carpet or that you’ve been caught. simon gives a deep chuckle at how pliant you’ve become just from some good dick.

he knows your close by the increasing volume of your sounds. he never lets up his pace determined to give you his all. “where?” he asks in a quick breathe. you take a few seconds to register his words. “huh?” you manage to squeak out. “where do you want me, pretty thing?” he says in an almost pained voice. the gears turn in your head before you speak up “inside. want it inside. m’clean. pill.” resorting to short clipped words. you beg, as if you have to, simon thinks.

your orgasm comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out garbled version of please and simon. simon is not far behind burying himself as deep as your bodies will allow and comes inside with a pinched “oh fuck.” he pulls out with a pop and watches his spend leak down your slit leaving a small puddle on the floor that he knows he’ll have to scrub out later.

simon pats your backside affectionately. “don’t think we’ll be doing any laundry today” he says with a grin that make you giggle. “yeah, don’t think so.”