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“keep your eyes open, baby,” simon huffs through gritted teeth, watching your face in the mirror. you’re completely fucked out, hot tears streaming down your face and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. his full balls slap against your clit with every thrust, pussy clamping down on him as you approach your third orgasm of the night.

“fuckfuckfuck- simon-“ you can barely choke out, the tight knot in your stomach quickly snapping. he watches as your eyes roll back into your head, blinking rapidly to attempt to maintain focus. your mouth falls open, beautiful lips agape with a silent moan.

you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. and you’re all his too.

“nng— fuck!” his cock twitches, spurting hot cum as deep into your cunt as he can go. he’s relentless, continuing to fuck you as he finishes, a creamy ring of his cum spilling out of you.

you watch simon through wet eyelashes, the mascara you’d put on this morning long gone, a dark stain next to your face in the sheets. his blonde hair is messy, beads of sweat are on his hairline. his eyebrows are furrowed, face scrunched as he tries to hold back his moans. hands squeeze your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin. each squishy groove of your cunt drives him insane, his cock still rock hard.

“no more,” you desperately whine, exhausted from the abuse he’d put your poor pussy through for the last hour.

“one more lovie, can’t get enough of this tight fuckin’ cunt,” simon persuades, reaching an arm around to tickle your swollen clit.

and of course you comply, always so eager to please him and he fucking knows it too.

fem!john price; her pussy tastes like pepsi cola

fem!john price x gn!reader

the sapphic brainrot has started 🙃 inspired by @iciclesses’s post on fem!john

| face riding, mild breath play | gn!reader

wordcount; 1073

Jane takes a long draw of her cigar, the butt glowing orange in the dimly lit room. Her heavy breasts rise as she fills her lungs, her face disappearing behind her pink nipples. She’s careful not to hold it over you. Your bare skin vulnerable to hot cinders.

You watch, waiting. Fingers along the back of her thighs, tracing the tracks of her stretch marks.

She hums, releasing the smoke in a long, powerful exhale. Her lips puckering in the way thats made you stop in your tracks. The fog curls around her plump lips, framing around them. You want to crawl up and kiss them, but her body keeps you pinned to the bed.

You sniff, trying to catch a whiff. She refuses to let you smoke it. Putting the thing away whenever you bring it up. You know better than to ask right now.

You’ll convince her to breathe it into your mouth one day.

She shifts, leaning to put it on the ashtray she keeps at her bedside table, weight leaving your chest for just a few seconds. Her dark bush hovering over your face, so close to your mouth- but she sits back before you can do anything.

“You did well this week.” Her husky voice always makes a shiver run down your spine. Hand running along your jaw, thumb dusting across your cheek.

You’d certainly tried. You’re still not the best cook, used to throwing together quick and inconsistent meals. But you feel a sort of pride whenever you have a warm, hearty meal waiting when Jane comes home. Her laundry folded and hung up in the closet. A clean bathroom, with a candle already lit for her bath.

You want to make sure you’re pulling your weight. You'd reassured her you’d look for a new job as soon as possible when they'd let you go. Teary-eyed and afraid of the future.

“There's no rush.” She’d said.

You’re mouths already open, tongue out, when she sits on your face.

Wiry hair fills your nostrils as you nudge between her folds. Warm, hot flesh as you drag your tongue over it. Dipping briefly into her but continuing to her clit. Wanting to feel the puffy nub. Roll it around a little, tease her for as much as she'll allow before you slide your tongue into her waiting hole.

Her hitched breath is the best sound in the world, second only to her coming.

Curling inside her, like you’re trying to scoop out as much of her juice as possible. Greedily drinking every drop from her war torn body.

Her hips shift and you know to take a quick breath before her thighs clamp around your head. The world muffled and dark. Only able to smell her musky scent, taste her dripping hole, and hear her thudding pulse against your ear.

Arms hooked over her thighs, your fingers dig into her soft flesh, possibly bruising her skin. She never seems to mind them.

Her hole flutters above you and you want to stuff something inside it. Stretch it out. Your fingers maybe. A dildo if you had one. You have a girthy hairbrush handle but she forbade you from ever using it again.

If she wanted something inside her would have let you know. She keeps your arms firmly stuck to your side with her calves.

She rocks her hips, dragging her wet cunt over your face, pulling at your lips. You try to chase it, following her grinding pattern as best you can. Her clit rubbing against the button of your nose. It’s almost painful, bending cartilage, but you hardly notice.

You stop trying to mouth at her, instead, letting her just grids to the dips and curves of your face since that's what she seems to want to do. You stick your tongue out, hopping to catch against her hole.

The beds starting to shake, creaking with every movement of her large body. You can hear the slap of her breast against her soft skin.

She grinds every stress, every annoying inconvenience, every frustration, into your face.

You want her too.

You’ve seen the weight she carries. The lives that still haunt her. You’ll happily take it. Stagger behind her, carrying her burdens in your arms for a moment so she can have some well-deserved peace.

A sound comes out of you, greedy and animalistic. Muffled by her plush cunt. You know she likes the sound of it because her hole clenches.

She eases off, but only just. You breathe a little easier. Panting open mouthed, still keeping your face against her. You’re not sure when you became so desperate. Chasing her after her warm cunt like a kitten. She knows it too.

Your lips only seal around her clit for a second, she must have been waiting, as she completely sitson you. Pushing your head deep into the mattress. You feel like someone possessed. Sucking her nub into your mouth. Abusing it with your tongue the way she likes. Devouring her as a tightness begins to grip your chest. She doesn’t buck, doesn’t grind, doesn’t move, but you can feel her clit pulse, her legs starting to tremble. She wants you to be the one to make her come.

Your fingernails dig into her skin, a delirious need to feel her come undone over you. However, you’re not sure if it’s from arousal or your lack of oxygen.

Her cunt clenches and you know you have her. Sloppily mouthing over her, flattening your tongue- refusing to stop even as you run out of air- you chase it, relentless, until you hear a moan rip from her lungs. Even from between her thighs it’s a beautiful sound from the near silent woman.

Her body bucks uncontrollably, muscles spasming as her orgasm overtakes her. Her clit throbs in your mouth, gently pinned between your teeth. Her come leaks from her fluttering hole. Dripping a milky trail onto your chin, down your neck.

Her weight disappears from you all at once. Air fills your lungs, smokey and warm.

You see her looking down a you, a flush over her cheeks, the roll under her chin. Her fingers push aside the hair at your temple and you lazily lean into her touch. You’re only a little dizzy.

“how we doin love?”

Can you be in love with someone’s voice? You certainly think so.

You give her a crooked smile, “I’m fantastic.”

Be My Valentine

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader for @soapsgf in @'bunnyreaper's valentine's day fic exchange!! hope you enjoy, love <3

You’re playing with the satin straps of the lace set you have on when you hear the jiggling of the lock in the front door. Head whipping to the hallway, you quickly run and grab one of Simon's t-shirts, throwing it on and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sweetheart?” Simon’s voice echoes in the hall as he sets down his keys and leans down to untie his boots. “I’m back from the store.” “I’m here!” You call back, still distracted as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt, nervously waiting for your boyfriend to come in the door. You hear Simon’s heavy steps as he walks down the hall and into your shared bedroom. His eyes widen as he sees you dressed in his t-shirt, your bare legs giving the impression that you’re wearing nothing underneath. You approach him, hands moving to cup his face as you give him a soft smile. “Hey”, you breathe, noticing the way his hands ghost your sides, feeling his cock strains in his jeans as you press against him.

"What's all this, hmm?" He asks, feigning nonchalance as you not-so-subtly press your tits against his chest. "Is it my birthday or something?"

"No", you laugh a little and lean up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “It's for being the best boyfriend ever. Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon."

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me indeed", he says, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. His eyes are dark with arousal as he sets you both on the sheets, leaning over you and sliding his hand under the shirt.

He freezes as he feels the soft lace you’re wearing underneath, and moves to slowly tug the shirt up and over your head, revealing the red lingerie you’re wearing. It perfectly accentuates your figure, the lace cupping your breasts and leaving very little to the imagination. “Do you like it?” You ask a little nervously, and Simon’s eyes flicker up to yours. You blush as you see the heat in his gaze.

“Like it?” He says lowly, tugging on the lace. You gasp as he snaps the elastic on your ass, watching as red blooms on your skin. “Lovie, I’m going to eat you alive.” He slides a hand up your thigh, cupping your pussy and toying with your clit through the fabric. He chuckles darkly as he feels your wetness through the fabric. “Such pretty panties,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart, you’ve already ruined them.”

He wastes no time in tugging his pants and boxers off, sucking air through his teeth as his cock practically springs free. As he moves the skimpy lace out of the way and drags his cock up and down your folds, you swear you could cum right then and there. A breathy whine catches in your throat as he slides into you, setting a pace that makes your eyes almost roll back in your head. “Look at you, sweetheart,” Simon groans, watching the way his cock disappears into your cunt. “Didn’t even need to prep you, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice, rough strained as he thrusts into you, sends a blazing heat down your spine as he leans down to press gentle kisses in your hair. “So sweet to me, so perfect.”

The debauchery of you still half-clothed, the way his words reach into your brain and set a fire in your core, and the feeling of his hands gripping your tits, your waist, your thighs - it's all too much. It takes no time at all for your orgasm to approach, gasps and moans leaving your lips as he angles your hips and goes deeper, harder. “Si, I’m-“ Your voice breaks off in a moan as he reaches down to rub your clit.

“I know lovie, I know,” Simon murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly and lovingly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” You whine his name as you tighten around him, back arching as you reach your peak. Simon follows soon after, giving a few more short thrusts before he fills you. You both lay there for a few moments, breathless and panting as his cum leaks out of you.

Once the fog in your mind has abated, you notice that Simon is calling your name, holding you gently against his chest. “Lovie?” He murmurs, and you hum in response. "Happy Valentine's Day." As the two of you lay there on the bed, still partly dressed and shining with sweat, Simon decides that the gifts he bought you can wait. Not when you're still wearing the lace you bought.

This, but with Stepdad!Simon Riley and his stepdaughter... (🌽 link)

;Being humped by your stepdad.

TW/CW: SMUT, STEPCEST, DUB-CON AGE DIFFERENCE/GAP (20s - 40s) — DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

At the end of the day, can you really blame your stepfather for his perversity? You prance around the house in tiny skirts and revealing dresses, wearing nothing but your panties and thongs beneath the fabric. Of course, Simon is eager to see more, to admire and touch that soft and wet pussy. To Simon, it feels as if what you're doing is purposeful, like you're riling him up. Perhaps you need to be taught a proper lesson on how to behave, yeah?

You're easy to coerce and convince. It doesn't take very long before Simon has you choking on your words and unable to defend and protect yourself, despite being taught by the best about your safety. You slowly and nervously lift your skirt up for him, ashamed of what you're going to do, or let Simon do. You're disgusted at the realisation and intrusive, horrifying thoughts rushing through your filthy mind, scarring you as Simon begins to slide himself into your folds, easing into the tightness of your cunt while pushing you against his big lap. He's secretive about it. He's learnt how to hide his gross touch beneath the dining table during dinners with your mother, questioning you about college to hear the shakiness in your voice, the way you barely manage to get the words out coherently. Only when she leaves to water the plants outside or finishes off the dishes does Simon have privacy with his beloved girl.

You're special to Simon, you give him energy and remind him of his younger days, when he was in his twenties, just like you. Although, he wasn't studying and working hard like his stepdaughter. Instead, he was out on the field, a shotgun in hand and his eyes locked on the enemy, staining his hands with another man's blood. Simon will bounce you up and down on his lap for a quickie while groaning out loudly and deeply beside your ear until you have shivers running down your spine.

Simon digs his teeth into your bare neck to leave scars and hickeys over your skin, grinding his broad hips back and forth while rubbing your clit rapidly, overstimulating you until you're biting your knuckle anxiously through horror and mortification. You have to act normal, keep your voice down as Simon rolls and rubs his swollen, puffy tip against your slick clit, until you're hyperventilating and attempting to close your legs through guilt. You breathe out shakily and grip his muscular thighs firmly, shutting your eyes tightly as you think about how you're betraying your mother's trust.

This isn't the first time Simon has taken advantage of you. It's a common occurrence, especially since you began college. All Simon craves is a young little thing like yourself to keep him young and fresh, to toy with you and take your submissiveness for granted, for his own benefit.

this video screams popular!reader teasing loser!könig (🌽 link)

You get a kick out of teasing König. You don't let him become touchy with you in public out of embarrassment, and you refuse to let him lose his virginity to you, not until you say so. He's a virgin, of course. A creep like him would never lose his virginity, or not until his thirties at the very least. It's humiliating for him, but König will take whatever he can get from you out of utter desperation.

“Bitte, Liebling-” König manages to choke out through growls and laborious breathing. He thrusts his broad hips skyward into you while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, the smell of your perfume recognisable and fucking with his head when he attempts to catch his breath. His eyes are half-lidded, rolling to the back of his head when you grind against his veiny shaft, coating his dick in your sweet fluids while he thigh fucks you.

You adore how pathetic he is. Not that he's some submissive, whiney, and annoying sicko - instead, König is greedy and selfish, a sick and embarrassing pervert who constantly tries to grope you in public. König wants to make your relationship public so men - who are more attractive and popular - will stop hitting on his girlfriend. He's insecure, Mäuschen. A part of you isn't even sure if you're in love with him, or in love with playing with his mind.

The softness of your plush thighs around his hard, sore cock leaves him breathless and delirious. He holds back beads of tears that form through sexual frustration and exhaustion, only for the tightness in his balls to send him over the edge. He'll cum all over your panties and thighs, only to plead with you to let him eat you out and clean the mess he created with his tongue, or for you to stuff his mouth with your soaked, creamy panties while jerking him off.

What a creep... :(

would you write more about stepdad!koing and princess!reader including rape?

King-Stepdad-König x Princess-Stepdaughter-reader. 👑

CW: GANGRAPE/RAPE, STEPCEST, NON-CON/DUB-CON, ROYALTY AU. MDNI 18+

PHOTO CREDITS: x_bruisedpeach_x on 🐦/X.

It's not uncommon for the King to allow his guards and knights to have their way with his beloved stepdaughter, under his watchful and protective gaze, of course. He's overprotective with you, he'll berate a soldier if they make you bleed, replacing their cock with his own to try and comfort you. The knights work hard to protect his girl, it's only right if they get a piece of what they're protecting.

If you want to get into a relationship, they have to be royalty. He doesn't want an old pervert to creep on you. Your stepfather wouldn't mind if you wanted a relationship with him, but you're visibly disgusted by his presence and touch. You'll get used to it, Liebling.

He makes sure that you're a virgin until your twenties, where König allows you to finally go out and find someone who will be approved by König. If you don't want to, he'll arrange a marriage, it just means you have less freedom and choice, Taube...

He'll watch the entire thing, listening to your moans and whimpers, how you whine about how painful it is. It's a lesson for you to stop being so eager to break free from his love. König will make sure he cleans all the cum from your cunt with his dirty mouth while you wiggle and complain about his perversity, screaming that he's a horrible bastard while he chuckles and rolls his tongue over your sweet spot, earning himself a pleased whimper.

You wear König's crown while sucking him off, as a reward for being brave, for taking such a large and lengthy thing inside your mouth and down your throat. He'll place one hand on the crown of your skull, pushing you down until you're gagging and crying pathetically. It's greedy – sinful for the King to be so lustful, but God, you're his prized possession and he wants to be the first thing inside every hole you have.

“Das ist es, Prinzessin. Du nimmst mich so gut, genau wie ich es mir vorgestellt habe.” (That's it, princess. You take me so well, just like I imagined.)

Im thinking best friend!konig but he’s so overtly pervy towards reader

König uses your friendship as an excuse to be overly touchy with you, his best friend. 🧩

You're the only one who actually stayed, who cared for him and his mental sake. Throughout König's childhood, people taunted and ridiculed him for being larger than everyone else. They look at him as if he was a freak, a danger to society. People refused to touch him, speak with him, or even look his way out of embarrassment. König holds grudges against these people simply because a lot of them haven't changed.

You, on the other hand, didn't care for the whispers and rumors people would create as an attempt to isolate König. You enjoyed and appreciated König's company. You'd hold him tightly while he weeped in the comfort of your arms, finally at ease with you. Although, König's feelings for his best friend gradually changed and became more... Sexual. He no longer craved a friendship with you, but instead a romantic relationship. Despite his romantic feelings towards his best friend, he held them close to his heart and refused to let them out. He couldn't ruin your relationship, he needed you in his life.

Instead, König would make excuses for his touchiness and perverseness, the way his hands would wander to your rear while cuddling up together, or how he'd play with your underwear while watching a movie together. Occasionally, König would jerk off beside you, excusing his gross and perverse behaviour as being comfortable with you. Don't you want König to be happy and relaxed? Let him do what he wants, Mauschen.

You're hesitant when you allow König to use your body for the first time. You're under the impression that this is a one-time thing. He promises that it's nothing sexual or romantic, but as he enters his mid-twenties, he's desperate for the touch of a woman, to lose his cherished and precious virginity to his beloved best friend. He wants to feel the tightness of your pussy around his hard cock, let you know how thankful he is for you.

“Danke-Scheiße!” König curses himself out as he 'accidentally' comes inside of you, globs of his thick and creamy arousal seeping from the head of his girthy cock into your velvety walls. His breathing is uncontrollable and heavy, with his eyes shut tightly and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink, feeling humiliated as he admires the sticky mess he'd created. He leans his bodyweight down onto you to prevent you from wiggling away and to whisper an apology into your ear before dozing off, to have a wet dream about that fantasy of his becoming reality.

“Just the tip.” with Loser!König. (🌽 link)

König claims you're being cruel when you refuse to let him take you however he wants. But, you're not oblivious. You know that if you were to give König the opportunity and freedom to treat you however he pleases, he'd brutalise your cunt.

König's silver eyes flicker from yours to your slick, glistening pussy. He runs his calloused fingertips back and forth over your wet heat, spreading your folds to admire every inch of your skin. He takes in a deep, sharp breath at the sight ahead of him, the scent of your arousal, and the way your aroused hole drools and leaks with euphoria. The tip of König's large cock oozes out thick and pearly creaminess, while your sweet cunt drips with pleasure and lust. König begins to rock his broad hips and push his boner against your tight hole, grinding his length back and forth while taking in your scent. His speech is slurred and incoherent, becoming drunk off of the sensation of your pulsing pussy against his shaft.

“Godverdammt, Maus. Bitte, lass mich euch alle haben..” (Damn it, mouse. Please, let me have you all..”

König grumbles out as he rolls his bulbous length back and forth against your sensitive clit, stimulating you to hear those loud, pleased moans and cries for more. He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and continues to buck his sturdy hips into you, groaning out deliriously as he fantasies about folding you in half and fucking you ruthlessly and relentlessly. You can feel each vein rub against your folds, coating you in his thick creaminess that drips from the head of his cock. He smears his white arousal along your pussy and digs his teeth into your skin, his large hand forcefully spreading your thighs as he quickens his pace.

He humps you, like a mutt in heat. His meaty cock swells with arousal before he begins to lose himself. Each stroke and thrust sends him closer to the edge, before he's uncontrollably coming all over your slick cunt, creating a sticky mess between your thighs that he'll clean up later, using his mouth.

Giving Virgin!König a blowjob for the first time. (🌽)

To say that König has been deprived of a woman's touch for years is an understatement. The only woman who has ever laid a hand on him is his own mother, who adores him unconditionally despite his depravity and creepiness. Or at least, up until you came along.

You found enjoyment and satisfaction in teasing König. You liked being fantasized about by a desperate virgin, a pathetic loser who could only dream of being loved by someone like yourself. König wouldn't dare deny you, already spreading his muscular thighs and taking in a shaky, deep breath at the sight of you between his thighs. You knew König was a virgin, that he's never had sex before, never been jerked or sucked off by someone else. König's perverted mind was filled with his sick and dark desires, with his eyes becoming glossy through horniness and desperation.

“Please, Mäuschen. Don’t taunt me...” König let out breathlessly. You pulled down his boxers and chuckled at the way his cock would spring out from the tight confines of his underwear. His boner ached and twitched in front of your face, with his uncut tip already leaking out his creamy, salty pre-cum. König tilted his head backwards and eased into the couch, groaning out gutturally at the sensation of your lips tightly wrapped around his veiny girth. König bit his bottom lip in an attempt to silence himself. He cupped a large hand over his mouth and bucked his sturdy hips skyward through lust and desire. He could feel the wetness and warmth of your slick mouth wrapped around his cock, the feeling already becoming addictive and hypnotising to the poor virgin.

König grumbled out a string of German curses underneath his breath. He gazed down at you between his thighs with wide, delirious eyes, watching as you'd bop your head and swallow each inch of his length. “Heilige Scheiße-! du machst mich verdammt verrückt...” [Holy shit-! you're driving me fucking crazy...] König's voice deepened as his orgasm inched closer. Your soft lips wrapped around the base of his cock were mesmerising and left König delirious. He couldn't control himself as his large hand began pushing your head down onto his fat length, forcing his entire large dick down your little, tight throat.

“Oh fuck-! That’s it, that’s it--!” König's body jerked and twitched with arousal and euphoria, his bulbous and swollen cock oozing out pearly globs of his come down your throat. The sight of your eyes becoming glassy and wet, with your lips coated in a glimmer of his pearly release left König on cloud nine, leaving his thick dick pulsating against your tongue and coating it with his white load.

König's dirty secret (D)

(What's König's dirty secret?)

CW: SOMNOPHILIA.

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST.

König's dirty secret is that he enjoys having sex with you while you're asleep and unconscious, either fast asleep, or under the influence of alcohol. He adores the trust it builds between the both of you, how König has to promise not to go too far and accidentally impregnate you.

There's something so addictive and mesmerising about the sight of your face while you're asleep and taking his lengthy, meaty cock. You've grown used to the feeling of being stuffed full, plugged with König's big cock, to the point where you don't notice that he's prodding at your cunt and attempting to push inside while you're tired or drunk. Sometimes, König will get you intoxicated so that you're compliant with him. He adores when you lay there and take it, gazing up at him through blurry vision, before falling unconscious.

You allow him to do it because of how horny he is in the morning. He can't control his urges, and the sight of your beauty is irresistible. He slowly pushes your thighs apart and pulls his painful, leaking dick from his underwear, beginning to stroke your overstimulated clit with the head of his thick boner. Each small, hypnotising circle earns König a pathetic, sleepy whine from his beloved, causing his cock to ache and swell.

“That’s it, little lamb. You take it much better while you’re asleep, don’t you?”

Kyle slowly bouncing you on his cock after having you cockwarm him for the better part of an hour, tucked into him as rested his head back on the couch.

He got home a bit too tired to fuck you properly but having your cunt clamped around him long enough breathed a new life into him, prompting him to hug your waist with one arm, the other gripping the underside of your thigh and holding you up. So he can slowly start hammering his hips into your wet, slobbering pussy. You don't know what's louder, your whines or the lewd sounds your heat makes as it takes him in completely.

Swallowing him whole as you kiss and bite away at his neck. His soft lips brushing your ear as he gently coos at you.

"You're doing such a good job, darlin' ", "taking me so well", "so wet f'me" is all you hear as you approach your peak, your grip on his shoulders tightening and your nails, even through his shirt, surely leaving the claw marks he loves to admire in the mirror the next day.

You come around him, your whimpers muffled by his neck, and he follows suit a second later, fucking into you as you both come down from your highs, his seed spilling out with each thrust and forming a creamy mess where you're both still connected. His hard breathing tickling your ears as he hugs you even tighter to him.

When both of your breathing calms, he plants small kisses all over your face while brushing back the hair matted to your face with sweat. Your closed eyes fluttering open to take in his adoring expression, the small smile on his lips bleeding into yours with the kiss you both exchange before he stands up, with you still attached to his cock.

You yelp and hold on to his shoulders, although the chance of him dropping you is as nonexistent as the space between the both of you as you move to your bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up, hmm love ? "

Loser-König who is obsessed with your breasts. 💦

CW: MOMMY ISSUES. 🔞

König can't deny how infatuated he is with your tits. He's obsessed with the shape and size, how soft they are, and how your nipples become small buds beneath his sensual, enticing touch. You sit patiently on his lap, watching as he drools over your breasts perversely, almost hypnotised by the gorgeous sight. His large and calloused hands wander over the smooth and supple skin, hardening his painful dick.

He bites his bottom lip and shifts in his seat uncomfortably at the ache between his thighs, that could be soothed in a plethora of different ways. He can feel the tightness in his heavy balls, how full they feel underneath your bodyweight. König's eyes are glued to your chests, so much that even if you speak to him and ramble about your day, he'll stare off into space and will babble an incoherent response, distracted by the sight. König fixes the glasses sat crookedly on his face and attempts to catch his breath, his boner twitching inside of his boxers as he fantasises about fucking your tits and coming all ove them, showing ownership over his Maus.

Your breasts distract König from different tasks. The fantasies rushing through his perverted and ruined mind keep him awake at night with a hard, lengthy cock between his muscular thighs, dying for your sweet and relaxing touch. His entire search history is filled with porn, all the videos relating to titty fucking. He's definitely a titty man, that's for certain. Of course, if your breasts are small, he isn't bothered. He adores how easily he can cup them and overstimulate them. But, he's desperate to rest his head on your chest and fondle with the fat on your chest, playing with your stiff nipples by suckling on them. He may occasionally call you 'mommy' through grunts as he palms himself over his boxers, gazing up at you through the lenses of his rectangular glasses. Does he have mommy issues? It wouldn't take a genius to figure out...

He feels so guilty for being such a sick bastard, such a horrible, touchy creep who can't keep his grimey, dirty hands to himself. He can't control how hard his dick becomes and sometimes he'll break down after becoming overwhelmed, getting himself drunk until he's hornier than before.

The only thing you can do to comfort König is offer your breasts, to distract him with how plush and sexy they are, while he rubs his hard bulge the entire time, the smell of booze thick and pungent.

NEIGHBORLY.

simon riley/reader feat. soap + gaz

tags: smut, established relationship (engaged), retired!simon, neighbors!soap+gaz, afab!reader, gn!reader, age gap (not specified but i imagine 30s/20s), long winded pwp

cw: voyeurism, size difference, no foursome, cucking, throat fucking with fingers, blowjob, dacryphilia, pet names: love/lovie/sweetheart, praise, outdoor sex, cunnilingus, wet&messy, simon picks up reader bridal, striptease?, fingering, dirty talk, praise, lots of compliments!!!, masturbation, clothed/naked sex, standing sex, hand on throat!!!!!, creampie

; two guys called soap and gaz move in next door and aren't good at hiding the crush they develop on you. your fiance, simon, decides they're fun to play with.

"You had dressed up so nicely for your company and here he was, stripping it off of you in front of them instead."

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When your fiancé surprised you by buying a quaint little house for the two of you to spend the rest of your lives together in, you were elated. It was straight out of your dreams, cute and cozy, yellow on the outside and enough room for a little garden if you so wished. It was in a quiet neighborhood but near enough to everything you needed that you could walk there if you so chose. 

It was all so perfect – living with the love of your life in your first house together. Ready to start your lives and plan the upcoming wedding. Things were peaceful and you couldn’t have been happier. 

Then the house next door sold. 

“You really have to give them away?” Simon huffed from where he sat at the table, cheek resting on his propped up hand. His lidded gaze followed you as you flitted about the kitchen, cat-themed apron covered in flour.

You laugh over your shoulder, “It’s the polite thing to do! We have to be good neighbors!”

“They smell good…” Simon muttered, only making your smile broaden as you walked over to him.

His hands found your hips when you placed yours on his broad shoulders, black t-shirt getting white specks all over it from the flour still on your fingers, “After I get back from delivering these I’ll make a whole batch just for you, deal?”

He tongues the inside of his cheek before nodding, “Let’s get it over with.”

“You’re coming?” you ask, brows raised in surprise. 

“Of course,” he huffs, giving your bottom a little pat when you bend over to grab the tupperware out of the lower cabinet. 

You giggle and carefully place parchment paper inside before organizing the cookies in a way that looks nice. You pop the lid on and make your way to the door where Simon is leaning against it with his arms over his chest. 

You try your best not to ogle him but he looks damn good; a simple pair of blue jeans fastened with a leather belt and a tight shirt that hugs his pecs and stretches the sleeves around his biceps when they flex. 

“Maybe when we get back,” you hum, slipping your feet into your slides, “You can let me suck your dick on the couch, yeah?”

Simon rolls his eyes but doesn’t do a good job of hiding the crooked smile that slips across his face. He turns his back to you and opens the door for you before following you out and down the porch.. 

His heavy boots pound against the stairs, reminding you just how intimidating his stature is. It makes you pause, halfway between your yard and the new neighbors. You turn around and look up at him.

“What?” he raises a thick brow, crossing his arms over his chest again.

“Just…” you take a few steps backwards, playfully squinting at him with pursed lips, “Stay here, okay? We don’t want to scare the new neighbors.”

“You implying I’m scary, love?” he huffs, a smirk on his lips.

“I’m not implying it, Si,” you grin, “Just stay here while I deliver these.”

“You’re the boss,” he sighs. 

True to his word, his feet remain planted right where he stands as you cross into the new neighbors yard. You hop up the stairs and ring the doorbell. 

You hear a clamoring from the other side of the door before there’s a slam against the surface and muffled cursing. You bite back a laugh before smiling politely when the door swings open. 

Two men stand in the doorway, one with a mohawk stands closest to you – probably the one who ran into the door. 

“Oh,” he clears his throat, fixing his posture before flashing you a crooked grin, “Can-can we help ye?”

The other man, with pretty, brown eyes scoots closer, bumping shoulders with the other man, “You’re from next door.”

“Huh?!” The mohawk man gawks, whipping his head over to stare at the other man, “We had a pretty neighbor this whole time and you kept it to yerself?!”

“Are those for us?” he ignored his companion and looked at the tupperware in your hands.

“Oh!” you brush off mohawks comment and nod, holding the box out, “I made you some cookies. They’re just plain chocolate chip, I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” he kindly smiles and takes the container from you, fingers brushing against yours. 

“So,” mohawk rests his arm up on the door frame, eyeing you up and down, “My name’s Johnny but everyone calls me Soap.”

“Nice to meet you,” you nod your head in greeting, introducing yourself before looking at the other man who has opened the tupperware to take a cookie out.

“Kyle,” he offers before taking a bite, humming in satisfaction, “These are delicious.”

“Hey, don’t hog those for yourself, ye pig!” Soap cries, snatching a cookie out of the container before shoving the whole thing in his mouth with a moan, “These are good.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like them,” you giggle, “You can return the tupperware whenever you’re ready.”

“So,” Soap hums before you can leave, “You’re pretty and you can bake, what else can you do? How about you come in and we can get to know each other more.”

You bashfully lower your head and laugh, “I don’t think my fiance would appreciate that very much.” You gesture over your shoulder. 

Both men comically lean out of the doorway to look into the yard where Simon still stands, arms over his chest, brown eyes practically piercing through them.

“Ah, that’s a shame,” Soap mutters under his breath before sighing, “Figures, I suppose. Lucky bastard.”

You shake your head tossing a little wave to Simon before looking back at your neighbors, “I’ll be seeing you guys around. Enjoy the cookies!”

You can feel their eyes on you as you go and it isn’t until you reach Simon that you hear the door shut. 

Your fiance looks down at you when you stand in front of him, “They liked the cookies.”

“Bet they did,” he hums, letting you take his hand and lead him back to the house where he proceeds to demand a fresh batch just for himself – as you promised. 

The next time you see your neighbors, it’s just Kyle. You’re outside, kneeling in the grass with your hands covered in dirt as you plant some flowers. 

“Hey there, neighbor,” a friendly voice calls from behind. 

You turn to look to see Kyle dressed in a compression shirt, shorts, and running shoes, “Oh hello, Kyle!”

“Doin’ some dirty work, are you?” he asks, eyeing the holes you’re carefully digging.

“Just getting started on my garden,” you explain, “What about you? Going for a run?”

“That’s right,” he nods, “May be on leave but gotta keep movin’ or I go crazy.”

“Leave?” you ask, sitting up straight in interest, “You’re in the military?”

His eyes light up as he nods, “That’s right. Soap and I both.” 

“You don’t live on base?” you ask, unable to hide your interest. 

“Nah, had to live in the barracks for way too long I couldn’t handle it anymore,” he laughs, a charming smile that makes you smile back, “You interested in military men, love?” he asks, flirtatious tone more than obvious.

You laugh softly, “You could say that,” his brows raise in interest, “My fiance is ex-military. Discharged at Lieutenant for an injury.”

His smile is wiped from his face quickly and you bite back another laugh, “Right, your fiance.”

“I could introduce you, if you’d like,” you offer, “Simon doesn’t really get to talk to many people who know what the military is really like–”

“That’s alright, love,” Kyle says, smiling politely, “I’ve got a run to go on, I’m sure I’ll get the chance to meet him soon enough.”

“Alright,” you wave, hands still covered in dirt as he makes his way back to the sidewalk before jogging off and out of sight. 

You finish planting and watering before you place all your tools in the shed and head back inside. Simon sits at the kitchen table, watching the tv that plays some movie from the living room. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets without looking away. 

“Hi baby!” you chirp, making your way over to the sink so you can scrub your hands free of dirt, “I ran into Kyle outside!”

“Who?” he asks, barely showing any hint of interest. 

“One of the guys from next door!” you remind him, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to wipe your hands dry, “Turns out they’re both in the military!”

“Is that right?” that finally gets his attention.

You nod, turning to look at him, “I offered to introduce you but I think they’re a little scared of you after all.”

He laughs through his nose before standing up, approaching you in a couple broad steps. He crowds you against the counter, hands on either side of you to prevent you from fleeing, “Think they wanna fuck you, lovie.”

You swallow thickly and look up at him, “Th-They’re just flirts…”

He hums, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, “Think I don’t know blokes like that? Young guys in the military like them only think about stuffing their pathetic pricks into whatever tight, wet cunts they can find.”

“S-Si, I haven’t showered yet…” you whisper when he starts trailing his lips along the side of your neck, “I was outside, remember?”

He scoffs, “What kinda man do you take me for?”

You giggle, squirming your way out of his hold, prancing past him and towards the stairs, “You can show me what kind of man you are after a shower.”

A grin spreads across his face as he chases after you, your sweet giggles music to his ears and cock already hard and heavy against his thigh, ready for you to be beneath him or the night.

He waits patiently for you to finish your shower. The second you’re out, a towel the only thing wrapped around you, he has you pinned on the bed. 

“You like keeping me waitin’, lovie?” he huffs, nipping at your jaw as he tugs your towel open so he can palm your breasts. You spread your legs for him, legging your knees rest on his hips, “Leavin’ me here with a hard-on. Got my cock achin’, sweetheart.”

“Si…” you sigh wistfully, lashes fluttering as his dirty words make you clench around nothing, “I-I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh?” he grins, broad tongue licking flat over one of your nipples, “I like the sound of that. You gonna let me use that pretty cunt?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, hands coming up to grip his strong shoulders from the pleasure his tongue brings you.

“So sweet for me,” he hums, rough hands sliding down your body, over your hips and trailing along your thighs until goosebumps rise on your skin. He brings two fingers between your legs to spread your folds apart, the sticky noise audible between the two of you and it makes him snicker, “You’re this wet?”

Your cheeks burn in humiliation, “Sh-Shut up, don’t be mean.”

“Mean?” he asks incredulously, “You’re callin’ me mean while I’m playin’ with this pretty cunt?”

You open your mouth to retaliate but he slides two thick digits into your pussy. You whimper at the burn that it causes but it fades quickly when he crooks his fingers just right to prod that sweet little spot inside you. 

Your blunt nails dig into his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt as he surges up to pull you into a kiss. You whimper into the kiss as he continues to stretch you open on his fingers, carefully introducing a third so you can take his cock later with ease. As you kiss, you grind your hips against his hand, his palm rubbing against your clit. The pleasure makes you sigh and shiver, a sweet little sound that makes Simon’s cock twitch in interest. 

The kiss is sloppy and wet, messy strings of spit between your lips every time you part to take a breath. Your cunt clenches pathetically around his fingers as he fucks you with them, scissoring his digits to really stretch you out. He doesn’t know how much longer he can wait 

“Please, Si,” you gasp, the plea making him stop, glancing over your face to see how badly you really need it. 

He sits back on his knees, flingers sliding out of your cunt with an obscene schlick. He unbuttons his jeans and moves the fabric out of the way so he can pull his hard, leaky cock free. He wraps his hand around himself, using the slick covering his fingers to lube himself up. 

“Take it off,” you whine, making him pause. 

He wants you so bad, just wants to fold you up and stuff his aching cock right in the tight, hot clutch of your pretty pussy. But the puppy-dog eyes you’re giving him has him huffing and obeying. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt so he can yank it over his head. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, leaning up to run your hands over his chest and abdomen, feeling the firmness underneath your explorative fingers while he rids himself of his pants and boxers. 

Once he’s finally bare, he gives you no more time to admire his body before he’s pinning you down underneath his massive weight. You can’t do anything but let him, breathing in his scent while enveloped by his overwhelming warmth. 

He grips the base of his cock and slides the tip up and down between your folds, circling your clit to spread his precum all over it before meanly slapping the head against the little bud. The impact makes your thighs twitch and jump, a choked whimper of his name escaping your throat. 

You arch your hips just right, finally drawing the fat head of his cock into your clenching cunt. He grunts, thumb coming up to swirl against your clit.

“Oh, that feels so good, Si,” you whimper, your praise making his whole body shudder as he works his hips forward, sinking more of his cock into you.

“I know, love,” he chokes out, eyes pinned on where you slowly take him inch by methodical inch, “I treat this little cunt just right, don’t I?”

“Uh-huh!” you whimper, thighs twitching against his waist when he hits that sweet spot with practiced ease, sinking balls deep easily with how absolutely soaked you are for him, “No one fucks me as good as you, Si.”

He plants both hands on either side of your head, pulling his hips back so only the head is enveloped by your hot little pussy before he rolls his hips forward and stuffs his full length right back inside. He hits your cervix, a painful shot zaps up your spine and makes you grasp his arms to dig your nails into his skin. 

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, lovie,” he huffs, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as an apology for hurting you. 

His next thrust isn’t as deep, avoiding slamming against your poor cervix but still deep enough that he can grind his pelvis right against your clit every time his hips meet yours.

“Simon!” you squeal, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your orgasm building.

“Fuck, look at that,” he grunts, head hanging between his shoulders, his wild hair tickling your face as he watches the creamy mess you’re covering his cock in, “Makin’ a fuckin’ mess, lovie.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!” you sob, hands slapping against his shoulders when he suddenly redoubles his efforts, encouraged by your announcement.

“I know I am, sweetheart,” he grunts, teeth clenched, “Always make this pretty cunt cum don’t I?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” you wail, throwing your arms around his neck, nails drawing thick, red marks down his back, “Cumming, cumming, cumming, Si! Fuck!”

He curses right in your ear, one arm wrapping under your arched back to pull your chest snug against his. He grinds his cock into you, no longer pounding into the gushing heat of your pillowy cunt, humping his pelvis against your clit to work you through the orgasm. 

When you sag against him, sticky cunt still spasming around him from the aftershocks, he starts fucking you again, this time to his own end. He grunts and groans in your ear, body trembling from the effort of getting his own orgasm – his reward for making you cum nice and hard around him like you deserve. 

“Shit, I love you s’much,” he slurs, lips getting loose from how close his high grows closer. His heavy balls slap against you, aching from how full they are, needing to fill you up with the load he built up just for you, “My pretty baby, so sweet and wet for me. A nice, perfect cunt for me to fuck, shit.”

Your cunt clenches pathetically at his filthy words, hearts in your eyes as you watch how handsome he looks with his brows furrowed and his pupils blown huge, making his brown eyes appear black, “Love you, Si. Please cum inside me, wanna feel you cum, please.”

He pants, slumping against your chest as he uselessly works his hips until his orgasm finally washes over him, spilling his cum inside you with a final, long, drawn out moan. 

“Shit, that’s it, baby,” he whispers, hoarse and breathless as his cock throbs and pulses, spitting out ropes of cum that fill you up just right, “Take it all.”

“Ah…Si…” you sigh softly, carding your fingers through his hair as he rests against you, waiting for his cock to stop twitching from the aftershocks before he pulls out. 

“You alright, lovie?” he coos, soothing his large hands over your body, “You did so well.”

You smile, cheeks warm and body buzzing from the incredible dick he had just given you, “Never better. You’re so handsome.”

He scoffs, rolling over to toss his legs over the side of the bed to stand up. He picks up  his discarded shirt and uses it to wipe off his softened cock, cleaning the mess of your combined cum off of himself.

You hum, “I have to take another shower. Would you like to join me this time?”

He looks up at that, eyes twinkling in interest.

One afternoon, there’s a knock on your door that interrupts your peaceful dinner preparations. You wipe your hands off on your apron and make your way to it, passing by where Simon is transferring the wet clothes into the dryer. 

On the other side stands Soap, an empty tupperware container in his hands. 

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greets, holding the box out, “Gaz and I loved ‘em.”

“I’m glad to hear it!” you giggle, taking it from his hands, careful not to touch his hands with leftover vegetable residue on your own.

“Somethin’ smells heavenly,” he groans, leaning over your shoulder to take a whiff of the aroma drifting from your kitchen.

“I’m just making dinner,” you explain with a little shrug.

“Guess you’re one hell of a cook too, huh?” he compliments, a charming smile on his face.

“I get by,” you laugh.

“Say,” he says suddenly, “Is that big bastard really your fiance?”

You blink in surprise at his bold question, “Y-Yes..?” your response comes out more as a question. 

“Is that a problem?” a deep, annoyed voice comes from behind you. 

You jump when Simon’s firm, tattooed arm wraps around your waist, “Si, you should be watching the stove.”

“You go ahead and finish up, lovie,” he mutters, kissing your temple before shooing you away from the door. 

“Ah,” Soap clears his throat awkwardly, as his back straightens, “Simon was it?”

“You’d be wise to watch your tongue,” Simon warns, “I’m not above putting you in your place.”

“Y-Yes sir,” Soap whispers, hands clasped behind his back, “I’ll be more mindful.”

“Get the hell off my porch,” Simon orders, watching the young man tuck his tail and dash down the stairs. 

Simon quietly closed the door and made his way back to the kitchen where you were plating the food, “Everything okay, Si? You weren’t too hard on him, were you?”

Simon bites back a smile and takes the plates from your hands to put them on the table for you, “Who do you think I am?”

You give him a skeptical look before taking a seat in front of your food, “I don’t want to make enemies with our neighbors, Simon.”

He sighs, taking a seat across from you, “Alright, I’ll be nice, love. I promise. I’ll go over tomorrow and apologize for bein’ rude, will that make you happy?”

“Yes,” you smile, “They’re not too bad. They’re just…rambunctious. You said so yourself, you know how their types are! They’re just flirts.”

He nods, “They’re…interesting characters.”

The next day, true to his word, the next morning, Simon is standing in front of their door. 

“Oh, hello neighbor,” Kyle greets nervously, “Is there something you need?”

“Your friend,” Simon grunts, “I’d like to talk to him.”

Kyle looks worried for a second, glancing over his shoulder where Simon assumes Soap was, “Whatever he did, don’t mind him. He’s just an idiot.”

Simon huffs out a laugh through his nose, “I wanted to apologize to him.”

“Oh!” Kyle gasps before looking back over his shoulder, “Soap, door for you!”

Soap rounds the corner and freezes when he sees Simon standing there, “Hello, sir.”

“Soap, right?” Simon says, “Listen, I was rude last night. I wanted to apologize.”

“Ah, well,” Soap shifts on his feet, casting a sideways glance at his friend, “I-I deserved it, I shouldn’t have said what I said either. Your relationship isn’t any of my business.”

Soap actually looks like a kicked puppy and Simon feels his own interest piqued, “Pretty, huh?”

“Sir?” Soap blinks in confusion.

Simon says your name, “Pretty little thing. Can’t blame you for makin’ eyes.”

“I…” Soap licks his lips, blue eyes wide in shock, “W-Well, yes, sir. Very pretty.”

Simon laughs softly, glancing over at his house where he knows you’re bustling about inside, “You think they’re pretty now. You should see them in nothing, bent over the kitchen table in tears.”

Soap’s throat moves as he swallows around the lump in his throat, mind conjuring up sinful images. Kyle’s eyes practically bug out of his head at Simon’s words.

The large man gives a tight lipped smile as a goodbye before he's stalking off of the porch, leaving the two young men slack-jawed and stunned into silence. 

When Simon’s in the safety of his own home, he places a hand over his face and lets out the low chuckles he had been holding back. 

“What’s so funny, Si?” you ask when you descend from the stairs, a laundry basket in your hands – the second load from yesterday that you hadn’t had the chance to do.

“Nothin’, lovie,” he grins, sharp canines on display, “Let me help you with that.”

“Did you make up with the neighbors?” you ask, letting him take the basket from your hands.

“I sure did,” he coos, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leading the way to the laundry room. 

You give him a suspicious look but decide not to press the issue further, instead choosing to focus on the other chores you still had to do for the day. 

Things seemingly settle down for a little while. You don’t see either of your new neighbors except for polite greetings in passing. All in all, things seem to quiet down. 

You’re relaxing with Simon on the back veranda, curled in his lap on a swinging bench with a book in your hands. Usually, you’d be scrolling on your phone but Simon was always adamant about being tech-free when you were outside together like this.

Enjoy nature and relax he would say, only laughing when you would call him an old man. 

Just as you start a new chapter in your book, Simon’s hand begins to wander. Your lips twitch as you fight smiling, watching his fingers slip beneath the leg of your lounge shorts. The feeling of his callused skin brushing against the hem of your panties already has you clenching around nothing. 

“Look so pretty like this,” he coos in your ear, hand coming from between your legs to wrap around your throat.

You smile against his lips, “I haven’t even gotten dressed yet today.”

“I know,” he breathes, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, simple kiss before pulling back to add, “You’re pretty without even havin’ to try, lovie.”

“You’re just trying to butter me up so I let you in my pants,” you tease, practically melting at the feeling of his thumb stroking the skin of your cheek. 

“Don’t gotta butter you up for that, do I sweetheart?” he coos, “You’ll let me right between those thighs without even havin’ to ask.”

Your lashes flutter at his words, heart pounding in your ears because he’s right. Even right now, your panties have grown sticky. His thumb traces over your lips and you open your mouth to let the digit inside. The action makes him raise a brow.

“You want somethin’ down that little throat?'' he asks. You nod your head, not caring how desperate you look, “Even with our little audience over there?”

He watches your eyes widen, clearly startled out of the moment. Your gaze flicks past his face to see your two neighbors Soap and Gaz on their back porch, both nursing beers. They look away when your gaze falls on them but it’s clear they’ve been watching the whole interaction with your fiance. 

“Don’t care,” you find yourself muttering, eyes falling back onto your fiance.

“That’s what I thought,” he huffs, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours, “Knew you were filthy, don’t mind if anyone watches you as long as your pretty cunt gets to cum, yeah?”

You feel breathless as you nod your head. Simon brings his index and middle fingers to your lips that you eagerly open up for him. 

“Good,” he praises, slowly slipping the fingers into your mouth, careful not to gag you on them until you’re ready. 

Your lips seal around the digits, rolling your tongue over the salty skin until they’re covered in spit. Then he slowly starts sliding them deeper into your mouth until the tips are buried in your throat.

“Relax, just like that, good,” he praises, cock leaking against his thigh at the sight of your eyes filling with tears. He pulls his fingers back carefully just to stuff them back in, biting back a groan when you choke around them. 

Simon casts a glance over his shoulder to see the two neighbors you were giving the show to watching with wide, unblinking eyes. Neither could take their eyes off of you as you eagerly let your fiance fuck your throat with his fingers. 

He could see Soap had his hand on his crotch, no doubt gripping his hard cock. Kyle at least had enough pride to not touch himself to the sight of you. 

You reach up to grab Simon’s wrist, signaling for him to pull his fingers out of your mouth. When he did, a string of thick drool connected your lips to the tips. The sight made his cock throb painfully, desperate for some kind of friction. 

“I want you, Si,” you whimper, reaching down to cup his hardened cock through his pants.

“Is that right?” he asks, raising a brow, “Is that pretty little pussy wet?”

You nod your head, “Want your tongue, Si.”

He licks his lips, chasing the fantasy taste of you before glancing back over to the neighbors who now don’t even bother hiding the fact they’re watching the two of you.

“Want me to eat you out right here?” he asks, subtly gesturing his head to next door.

“Don’t care about them,” you whine, a cute little frown on your face that he just couldn’t say no to. 

Before you knew it, Simon was on his knees, tugging your shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. You eagerly spread your legs, locking your arms around your knees to let Simon have as much room as he needed. 

“Look at you,” he coos, using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, exposing your drooling entrance and swollen clit. 

The little bud twitched under his heated gaze, hole dribbling out more thick juices that made his mouth water. He can’t resist the call anymore, leaning forward to slide the flat of his tongue over the length of your cunt, ending with a flick against your clit that made your whole body twitch. 

“Thaaaaat’s it, pretty,” he coos, muffled from the way he refuses to part from your cunt, “Let us hear you.”

Your mouth falls open as he starts eagerly tonguing your pussy, swirling the muscle inside your hole before coming up to wrap his lips around your clit. He eats messy, not caring for all the drool and cum that covers his face or drips down to the floor below. 

He uses his thumbs to keep your folds spread so he can focus on your clit. His tongue swirls around and around, lathering the poor little bud in a heavy film of his spit before he’s wrapping his lips around it again and sucking. 

The feeling makes your back arch and you can’t help the loud moan that tears from your throat. Your nails dig into the soft meat of your thigh, the only thing you can grab from the position you’ve chosen for yourself. 

Simon’s eyes are closed and there’s a crease between his brows of concentration. Neither of you even remembers the fact you’re outside and have an audience of two just next door. All you can think about is how good your fiance’s tongue feels worshiping your clit. 

“Si!” you squeal when he reaches up to tug the hood of your clit back, exposing the little bud for him to tongue at. It’s so sensitive that it aches but it feels too good to stop him, only able to lay back and twitch as you take it. 

He groans in response to you calling his name, cock leaking down his thigh so much that his sweats are sticking to him. Your slick drips off of his chin and he can think of nothing but how good you smell and taste – a 5 star meal all laid out just for him.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out, “You’re gonna make me cum, Si!”

He can’t even bring himself to pull his mouth off of you to encourage you like he usually does. Instead, he doubles his efforts, slurping and sucking at your clit. His jaw is aching but it’s barely a blip on his radar as he feels the tender little bud throb beneath his tongue. 

Your orgasm washes over you quickly and hard. Your eyes roll back in your head as your jaw falls open, a symphony of pleasured cries flit through the air. Your fiance eagerly works you through the orgasm he so easily gave you, tongue swirling and circling your clit until your thighs clamp shut and you push him away, still trembling and shaking from the aftershocks. 

He pulls back, chest heaving as he finally takes the first deep breaths he’s gotten since he started. 

“Good?” he asks, licking his lips to clean your cum off of them.

You nod, breathless, “Take me inside and fuck me, please Si.”

He’s on his feet in seconds, scooping you up bridal style before hurrying back inside, forgetting all about the book you left behind – and the audience still on the porch next door. 

You learn that Simon seems to really enjoy torturing your two neighbors when just a few nights later, he corners you in the bedroom. 

“Our neighbor’s a nosy little bastard,” he coos into your ear. 

You cast a glance over to the window where you can see Soap is lingering in front of his window, acting like he wasn’t watching and waiting to see what would happen next. 

“He’s waitin’ so patiently,” Simon says, “It’s only polite of us to give him somethin’ to look at.”

“Glad to see you’re finally being neighborly,” you tease, a cheeky grin growing on your face. 

Simon’s fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, sliding it up and up until you lift your arms and let him tug it over your head. Your bare breasts bounce free and Simon sucks in a breath at the sight.

“Fuck,” he coos, large hands cupping them, “Can’t believe I get to marry you some day.”

“We still need to pick a date,” you mutter, voice cracking when he wraps his lips around one perked nipple. 

He groans against your chest, “I’d marry you right fuckin’ now if you’d let me.”

You whimper, hands carding through his messy hair before he abruptly pulls away. He grips your shoulders and turns you so your back is pressed against his chest and you’re facing the window – and Soap, who still stands there stunned. 

Kyle pops in from the left, mouth dropping open at the sight of your tits on full display for them to ogle. Simon stares over your shoulder, watching their reactions as he gropes your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

You can’t stop the soft whimpers and gasps that fall from your lips as he plays with your nipples. Your thighs clench together, a weak attempt to quell the ache that settles in your cunt. You never thought you’d enjoy being watched like this – it felt so dirty and wrong but that’s exactly what turned you on. The fact your neighbors wanted you so badly that they would just watch you get touched like this. 

“You wanna give ‘em a show?” he asks, voice dark and deep in your ear, “Somethin’ they’ll be fistin’ their cocks to later?”

“Yes, anything, Si,” you whimper, hands coming up to grip his wrists as he squeezes your breasts, “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Then get on your knees,” he orders, letting your chest go so you can drop to your knees in front of him, “There you go. Just where you belong.”

He unbuckles his belt and pulls his zipper down, reaching inside his boxers to pull his half-hard cock out. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly strokes himself to full hardness. 

A bead of precum oozes from the tip and it makes your mouth water. Before Simon even says anything, you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock. A soft, sweet sound comes from his throat at the feeling of your hot, soft tongue sliding over the sensitive skin. 

His hand comes down to cradle your jaw, lidded gaze watching how you start to take him deeper. 

When he feels his cock pop into your throat, it feels like the air gets punched out of his lungs. His touch moves from your jaw to your throat, feeling the way it bulges the deeper you take his length down. 

He glances out the window to find Kyle has joined watching with rapt attention at how you swallow his cock. The sight of it makes him pulse in your throat and you whimper at the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. 

When you’ve swallowed all of him that you can take, you bring up a hand to stroke him to the same rhythm that you bob your head. Simon tosses his head back, brown eyes rolling into his skull at the sloppy sounds of you choking and drooling all over him. 

He feels your spit dribble down his balls and over your chin to his hand. It’s everything – it’s messy and sloppy. He can’t even bring himself to look at you, too scared he’ll blow his load right down your tight little throat before he can even fully enjoy it to the fullest. 

“Fuck,” he groans, the sound going straight to your cunt. You can’t help but slip your hand down your panties, finding your cunt slippery and wet. Your fingers circle your clit as you gag around your fiance’s thick cock.

“That’s it, lovie,” he huffs, “Touch that pretty cunt for me.”

Your lashes flutter at his words, rocking your hips against your own touch. Simon’s hand rests on the top of your head, slowly starting to rock his own hips, heavy balls slapping against your chin with the movement. You halt stroking him with your hand and brace yourself against his thigh, giving him permission to fuck your face as he wants. 

“There you go,” he grunts, teeth gritted, “Cum on those fingers for me and I’ll cum down your throat, yeah? Think you can do that?”

You nod your head, doubling your efforts between your legs. The mess of drool that Simon fucks out of your mouth froths and drips everywhere, the entire endeavor growing messier and messier with each thrust he makes. 

Simon watches the way your eyes roll back in your head, thighs twitching and spasming around your hand. He can feel the muffled vibrations as you whine against the cock filling your mouth. 

With a final, deep groan, Simon’s balls draw up and his brows furrow before he’s spilling right down your throat – as deep as he can. You eagerly swallow around him, taking down every single drop he has to offer. 

When he’s finally done, cock still twitching in sensitivity as he slowly softens, he pulls out. His cock was a mess, drool and cum still clinging to the skin in sticky strings. 

“Fuck,” he laughs breathlessly, “That little throat is dangerous.”

You giggle, biting your lip as he moves towards the window, sending a last look to your neighbors before drawing the curtains closed. End of the show, it seems.

You never thought about how you would feel when you’d have to face your two neighbors again. Given the fact they were actively in the military, you could go days before you caught sight of one of them again. Ever since Simon had started this little game of teasing the poor guys you hadn’t actually spoken to them face to face. 

“I invited Soap and Kyle over for dinner,” Simon muttered one late afternoon as he sipped on a cup of tea.

You nearly dropped the knife you were using to chop vegetables as you turned to look at your fiance in shock, “You what?!”

“Saw them while I was out on my mornin’ run,” he explained, taking a sip from his cup that was all too nonchalant for the utter anxiety that you felt, “Thought I’d be neighborly and invite them for dinner since we haven’t yet.”

“Simon!” you cry out indignantly, “How am I supposed to face them!?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, hiding his smile behind the cup.

“Th-They’ve watched us do all sorts of shit!” you whine, turning back around to anxiously cut the vegetables once again.

“So?” he hums, “We’re all adults. You think they can’t act normal just ‘cause they’ve seen you with a cock down your throat?”

You let out a frustrated sound, “You’re so-!”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he croons, placing his empty cup down, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

You should have known better than to believe him. Simon seemingly couldn’t resist teasing the two men. As soon as all four of you were sitting at the table, you knew right away that this was not going to be the peaceful dinner you were hoping for. 

Kyle and Soap were painfully quiet, trying their best to keep their eyes off of you in fear of making your fiance angry. Simon was keenly aware of this and before any of you had a chance to finish your meals, he was pushing his chair back and pulling you from your own seat, your back pressed against his front.

“I think we all know what we want,” he sighs, “So why don’t we cut the shit and get on with it.”

Rough, experienced fingers slowly start undoing the buttons on your shirt. You had dressed up so nicely for your company and here he was, stripping it off of you in front of them instead. 

One by one the buttons came undone, your fiance giving you ample opportunity to stop him and back out should you decide this wasn’t something you wanted to do. But you never did.

Your breathing fastened and your heart raced in your chest at the excitement of the whole situation. Soap and Kyle sat in their seats, wide eyes following each methodical movement of your fiance until the final button was undone and they were able to see your bra. 

Kyle licked his lips at the sight of your breasts wrapped in the sheet material, giving just a hint at what was beneath. 

Soap follows Simon’s hand as it slides down your front to the button on your jeans. The button comes undone followed by your zipper, giving a little peak of the maroon colored panties you wore. 

“What do you think?” Simon asks them, nosing softly at your cheek until you let your head fall to the side, exposing your neck for him to kiss. 

“A fuckin’ dream,” Soap whispers, sounding like he’s in a daze. 

Kyle audibly gulps, too lost in a daze to say anything as his eyes practically burn holes into you. 

After pressing a kiss against your jaw, Simon finally slides the shirt off of your shoulders. The fabric flutters to the ground but you don’t have time to think about it before the clasp of your bra is undone and your bra joins it. 

Both men at the table inhale sharply at the sight of your bare breasts. 

“Prettier up close…” Kyle mutters, resting his chin on his hand, simply admiring the view before him. 

Simon takes a second to cup your tits, squeezing them in his rough hands before his thumbs hook under the band of your pants and tugs them down. You shimmy in place, helping him tug them over your hips until they pool on the ground and you can step out of them completely. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap whispers, leaning even closer from where he sits, trying to get an even better view of you standing in just a pair of pretty, sheer maroon colored panties. 

“Aren’t they so lucky?” Simon coos in your ear, one hand slipping between your thighs to cup your clothed pussy while the other eagerly gropes your tits, “Gettin’ to see you like this when only I should get to.”

“Si…” you whimper, gripping his arm in your hands as he carefully strokes you through your panties. 

“What do you say, men?” Simon asks sharply, glaring at your two guests.

“Thank you, sir,” both of them say in unison without taking their eyes off of you. 

Simon hums, seemingly satisfied enough to slip your panties down so you’re completely bared – the only one naked in the room. It made your cheeks burn in humiliation but that humiliation only made your wetter. 

Simon’s fingers slid between your folds, a sticky noise accompanying the movement. You hear him suck in a breath when he feels your slick coating his fingers. You lift your leg and place it on the nearby chair, giving both men at the table a perfect view of your pretty cunt being spread by your fiance’s fingers. 

“There you go, lovie,” he coos, “Show them how wet you get for me.”

He slips his middle finger inside, letting it slowly sink in the final knuckle. Your lashes flutter at the feeling of being stretched but it’s not enough – one finger would never be enough when you’ve had his perfect cock inside you so many times before. So Simon quickly slides his ring finger in right alongside his middle and your head falls back against his shoulder. 

You practically forget about the two pairs of eyes on you when he crooks his fingers just right and grinds the tips against that gooey little spot that makes your thighs tremble. 

“Si!” you squeal, nails biting into his wrist as you grind your hips, humping your hardened clit against his palm. 

“Yeah?” he responds, tucking you firmly against him so he can fuck you properly with his fingers. 

You’re unable to stop the cries and sobs of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm with every press of his fingers against your sweet spot and every slap of his palm against your clit. Drool drips down your chin as your whole body twitches, eyes rolling back in your head as the orgasm builds and builds. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kyle breathes, a trembling hand placed over his mouth in awe. 

Finally, your high washes over you and you slump forward, held up only by Simon’s strong arm grappled around you. Your knees tremble as Simon’s fingers continue to fuck you through it until you’re gushing in messy spurts all over his hand every time his fingers are stuffed back inside. It splatters to the floor and drips down your thighs, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

Simon pulls his fingers out of the hot clutch of your cunt with a humiliatingly loud squelch before he pops the digits right into his mouth, humming at the taste of your cum on his tongue. 

He lifts your chin up and immediately plants his lips right on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You sigh into the kiss, cum-drunk brain getting lost in the familiar affection. You don’t even notice Simon undoing his jeans until you feel the hot, blunt head of his cock prodding your entrance. You whimper into his mouth when he simply ruts his hips, sliding the head back and forth, over your clit and back down – coating himself in the cum he had already fucked out of you with his fingers. 

“How are you boys enjoyin’ the show?” Simon asks, suddenly reminding you of their presence. 

You dazedly look at them, finding both of them sitting back in their chairs, stroking their cocks in the open. Soap’s got a thick, veiny cock that looks like it would make you cry if you tried to take it down your throat. Kyle, on the other hand, has a long, pretty cock adorned with a piercing on the tip that makes your cunt clench around nothing just imagining what it would feel like. Maybe you should ask Simon to get a piercing just to see.

“Fuckin’ incredible, sir,” Soap chokes out, squeezing his cock tight in his fist. 

Simon chuckles under his breath before his attention turns back to you, a well-practiced rut of his hips sinks the head of his cock into your warm, sticky cunt. Your mouth drops open at the feeling, eyes accidentally locking onto Kyle’s, who is watching you with a dark, focused gaze. 

You find yourself unable to break eye contact as your fiance slowly and carefully stretches you open on his cock until he finally sinks to the hilt, full balls sleeping against your clit. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lip to suppress the absolutely sinful sound that threatens to escape your lips. 

Simon groans at the feeling of being clutched so tightly by your precious cunt. Your hand comes down to circle your clit with desperate, shaky movements until you’re suddenly cumming around his cock.

“Shit!” Simon practically howls, blunt nails biting into your skin as he holds your twitching body against his through the sudden orgasm you’ve given yourself, “Cummin’ just from gettin’ my cock in you? So sweet, lovie.”

You whimper his name in a little hiccup, tearily looking up at him from where your head thumps back against his shoulder. The pathetic look in your eye is what prompts him to start moving – fat cock sliding out of you before a powerful roll of his hips ends it back deep. He prods your cervix in a way that makes pain mix deliciously with pleasure – an addictive feeling that only Simon could ever give you. 

His harsh thrusts jostle your entire body, your tits bouncing in time to the movement. You’re not able to keep quiet, every time he sinks deep, it punches a moan out from your lungs. His heavy, fat balls slap against you, only adding to the lewd sounds of squelching and moaning. 

Soap and Kyle continue to stroke their own cocks to the sight of your getting fucked. Leaking cocks squelching quietly in their own grips. 

“Shit…” Soap groans through his teeth, “Wish I could wrap my lips around that pretty clit, darlin’.”

You whimper, eyes rolling back at the very thought of having a tongue worshiping your neglected clit. With Simon’s cock stuffing you full, you know it would work the most magnificent orgasms out of you. 

As if sensing your greedy thoughts, Simon wraps a rough hand around your throat, forcing you to look up at him, “Felt that little cunt squeeze me when he said that. My cock not enough for you?”

“Y-You are!” you sob, tears filling your eyes from how he starts an even rougher pace, “J-Just wanna cum, Si!”

Your fiance scoffs at your words, harshly knocking your leg off of the chair that you had it propped up in. You cry out at  how the angle changes with his hand still wrapped around your throat, forcing you to arch your back to look up at him. His cock grinds incessantly against that gooey little spot that makes your entire body twitch every time he pounds against it. 

It’s even more difficult to keep yourself upright without the chair to help, both your knees are shaky and if Simon wasn’t holding you tight against his chest by your throat, you’d certainly be slumping to the floor. 

Simon’s hand tightens around your neck and it cuts off the noises that are escaping. Your vision fuzzes up as your orgasm builds and builds. 

“Si, Si, Si–” you choke out, drool dripping down your chin, “Please, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Course I am,” Simon snarls, letting his free hand drop to your clit, harshly slapping the little bud before rubbing soothing circles around it. 

That sends you over the edge, gushing all over him and down your thighs. You squeal, unable to do anything except hang on for the ride as Simon fucks you through your high until he reaches his own end – spilling his load inside you without a second thought. 

You’re left trembling and twitching, gasping and whimpering with tears dripping down your cheeks. Finally, Simon allows you to slump forward, your chest meeting the kitchen table as he pulls his softening cock from your dripping cunt. Sticky, thick strings of his cum connect to his length from your clenching pussy. He soothes his hand down the length of your spine, soothing the little trembles that still wrack your body as you come down. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Soap pants, wiping his cum-covered hand off on his pants.

“You,” Kyle adds, “are one hell of a neighbor.”

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