Who Knew Writing Could Be So Fun.

Who knew writing could be so fun.

Every time someone sees something about Kimi Räikkonen and thinks it’s about Kimi Antonelli, an angel loses their wings

simon and his sweet darling filming porn together for his friends.

he starts posting little clips, ones that are only about three seconds long. there’s never a shot of your face nor the actual penetration, and it is meant to only tease, and damn if it doesn’t do a good job at that.

the first time he’s posted, he receives a frantic message from kyle, telling him that, “sir. your private video’s been leaked.”

and it’s so utterly sweet that simon’s only reply is to send to kyle the whole, unedited version of him fucking you raw—it’s actually such a messy session, with lube and spunk coating your thighs and oozing out of your cunt, making a thick glob that in the next second, simon got down to his knees to lick your pussy clean.

he knows garrick will go crazy for that. kid’s a desperate oral giver, simon knows.

(funnily enough, neither his captain nor mactavish raised the same concern and simon knows exactly just why—hell, they were the first notifications he got from that video.)

the other people who started following him for his homemade clips were just a bonus and a confidence boost. you and simon would spend hours going over the comments, giggling to each other at the palpable thirst for either or both of you rolling off of every posted note, while also shelving ideas that were being thrown at them.

simon’s favourite was the pet play. yours was the roleplay where you were a failing student and simon was your ridiculous professor whose only proposal to your issue was to allow him to fuck you.

the videos get longer, of course, but the anonymity remains. somehow, that becomes the biggest charm—just a scarred and tank of a man fucking his girl, folding her every way he can even when she protests that she’s too heavy for him.

you never are, and simon fucks that into you every single chance.

it takes about a month of regular posting when, finally, his mates cracked.

johnny’s started a group chat, and all his message reads is, “please. wanna see bon’s face when she’s cumming.”

simon turns to you, his eyebrows raised. “your call, love.”

you roll your eyes at him like you don’t know how much he’s been waiting for this. then, you trill, “go on. tell them.”

simon grunts like he isn’t blushing himself, desire heavy in his eyes, before finally sending his reply. it’s an encrypted attachment because he’s still going to put your safety above all else, but also because it is another game. another taunt. another means of teasing his mates.

but when they break through, oh how thankful they will be.

(there are hours of videos saved in the file, many of them sorted out by date and by name. it was a surprise, after all. a pleasant gift. and when they watch it, when they finally get a glimpse of you—and you are the best thing that simon ever had—they’ll forget how it was to cum without seeing you.

without watching the way you mewl and tremble underneath simon’s touch.

…without hearing the rasp of your voice calling out their names.)

five minutes pass by when a new message comes in. it’s from john.

> Christ above.

simon laughs.

threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:

Soap: can I finish inside you

You: yeah I have an IUD

Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?

Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe

...

Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist

need price to be so in love with you that when you send him a selfie - a normal one, taken before your shift - he excuses himself from his friends to rub one out :(

“That’s it baby, stick your tongue out for daddy” I say with a grin as I unzip my pants.

This has become a ritual for us as I get home from work. You went from being shy and inexperienced to a perfectly trained whore in a matter of weeks.

It didn’t matter that I’d manipulated your little brain to get you to this point. You didn’t know any better. All that mattered to you now was pleasing me.

I spit in your mouth as you look up at me from your knees, happily swallowing my spit before I place the tip of my cock on your tongue.

“Good girl, you learned so quickly how to make me happy” I say in ecstasy as you swirl your long tongue around my tip before taking me down your throat. You maintain eye contact the entire time, just like I taught you to.

“You’re such a good little princess for me.. that’s it, keep going.. just like that..” My eyes roll back in my head as you suck harder from the praise. As soon as I found out about your praise kink it was all over.

I grab your chin, pulling you up to your feet and your mouth to mine. I easily pick your small frame up as I carry you to the bedroom.

Your pussy was no doubt creating a puddle in your thin tights beneath your plaid skirt. The exact outfit you know to wear every time I get home.

And every time, your tights get ripped and your pussy gets filled with cum while you beg me to get you pregnant.

Just like I taught you to.