So I Think I Have A Thing For Simon Blushing-

so i think i have a Thing for simon blushing-

(adult themes below ft a subby simon)

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He lets out a rare audible gasp in an even rarer moment of being caught off guard. The noise could even be considered a squeak, but Simon refuses to call it that, though he can certainly feel his cheeks heat up because that is absolutely what it is.

"What are--"

He's being yanked by his black and gold tie, and the only reason he isn't retaliating is because it's you.

"Mmph!"

You capture his lips in yours before he can even finish his sentence, barely able to start kissing you back when he feels you practically shove him into the door. He lets out another embarrassing noise--a whimper--not having enough time to catch his breath because of your sudden attack.

He opens his mouth at your insistence, tongue consuming all that he has to give. Your hand--the one not twisted up around his tie--clutches a handful of his belt, tugging his hips closer until his quickly developing erection presses up against you.

He can barely breathe. All that his mind can register is you--your lips, your tongue, your taste. Simon tries to catch up with your pace, but the sudden zero to one hundred has him feeling some type of way as a tremble runs through him.

He feels hot and aroused, and he wants more, but just when he's about to respond with equal fervor, you pull off of him with a wet smack and a thin line of saliva connecting your mouth to his. There's an almost feral look in your eyes as your lips quirk up with a satisfied pant. You let go of his rucked up dress pants and reach up to swipe over his swollen lips with your thumb.

Simon gulps, still trying to catch his breath, and your eyes dart down like a hawk to see his Adam's apple bob. A smug little smirk finds itself on your face that makes his cock twitch, and Simon feels his face burn all the way up to his ears. Your hand pulls away from his lips before you look down at your thumb, wet with residual spit.

Humming, you look back up at him and place your thumb in your mouth, giving it a slow suck, not once looking away.

Demon. You're a demon.

Simon feels impossibly hard now. You're not usually this forward, but he likes it.

You place your thumb in his mouth, pressing firmly against his tongue, and command in a low voice, "Suck."

He likes it a lot.

Simon does as he's told, keeping his widened eyes on you. He knows he must look so disheveled right now with his rucked up pants and red face, but he couldn't care less. He likes seeing you like this: assertive, smug, dominant.

When your thumb pops free, you smile and cup his face, wet thumb rubbing circles on his cheek. His breathing is still a little heavy, but it's finally even. Dropping your hand from his face, you tug his tie again until your lips brush against his, but you don't kiss him.

Simon's breath hitches in anticipation as your mouth curves up in a smirk and your eyes rove over his face.

"You know," you murmur against his lips, "I think red's a good look on you."

With another tug, you press a chaste kiss on his lips and then on both of his burning cheeks before pulling away, leaving Simon in a state of fluster. You grin and take a small step back to give him some breathing space as you make quick work to straighten his pants and tie out.

"Now c'mon." You fix the buttons of his suit jacket and move to open the door. "Or we'll be late for that banquet."

You throw him a teasing look before walking out the door, and Simon feels himself twitch in response. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he reaches down to adjust himself in his pants and goes to follow you.

It's going to be a long night.

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simon: i think something inside me has been awakened

i want him to finger me with the skull gloves on

forgot to post this

Bravo 0-7

original:

Looking hella fine as always 🥵

Simon "Ghost" Riley // Gilded Reaper Operator Skin

fine.. FINE! Dis skin gonna be mine, soon