giornos-curls - Tumblr blog

giornos-curls · 2 years ago

Text

this is probably THEEE best smut fic i’ve written so far. almost made myself cu—chile.

part 2

mr. and mrs. fushiguro, toji fushiguro

imagine it being the morning you and toji were supposed to get married. you preferred to get dressed by yourself rather than your mother and friends be around you, using this as the time to clear your head in the last few hours of being an unmarried woman.

holding up your beautiful dress to your body you smile lightly at the reflection of what the beautiful garnet would look like on you. you’d been to about a dozen stores trying to find the perfect dress that fit your busty figure right. but alas, after remembering the one fabric store he passed every evening on his way home from work, sonya’s wedding shop finally lit up in toji’s mind when you were just on the verge of cancelling everything.

from there, you found the perfect dress, one to reveal your curves yet hold in your cute little stomach. you didn’t bother to go the traditional route with a dress, instead you picked out a beautiful olive green fabric to be clad in while you walked down the aisle. toji’s suit would match your dress, and part of you was happy that you decided to do something different and give a dark green wedding dress a try.

and you looked sexy as fuck in it.

a knock on the door interrupts you from your thoughts. “coming!” you expect it to me your mother or friend seeing that toji would be in another part of the building, so you hang the dress up over the mirror and jog to the door.

opening it, you’re surprised to see toji in a plain tee and sweatpants, clearly not ready either. “toji!” with a loud gasp you shut the door in his face before he could get a long look at you. “t! what are you doing here? you’re not supposed to see me yet!” you scream, scrambling to hide your dress and shoes in the closet.

you hear your husband-to-be chuckle on the other side of the door, already waiting for you to be done with your mini anxiety attack. “you done mama?” his voice radiates from the other side of the wood.

with a huff, you jog back to the door and open it. “what are you doing here? you know tradition—“ toji cuts you off with a kiss to your lips.

“fuck tradition,” he mumbles against your lips. “was getting dressed and couldn’t stop thinking about you. how you’d look in that sexy ass dress with your lace on,” toji’s words are overshadowed by the pecking of your lips against each other as you backed up into the bed. his large hands waste no time in undressing you from the leggings that clad your legs previously before.

“thinking about what position i’mma fuck you in first as my wife. couldn’t stop thinking about fuckin’ a baby in you on our honeymoon. don’t think i can wait till tonight though; wan’ do that shit now.” you let out a moan as toji’s large hands grip at the flesh of your ass as he laid you on the bed. “my fuckin’ wife.” he says proudly, almost like he couldn’t believe the sight of your beautiful naked form spread open before him.

“mmm baby, i want you,” you whine, feeling yourself wet for him already. “want you so bad.”

“yeah? want me to put a baby in you now? have my cum sittin’ between ya pretty pussy while we read our vows to each other? no one knowin’ how i already knocked you up ‘fore i even slid the ring on your finger? that what you want mama?” you loved it when toji got dirty like this. as his long, slender fingers ran themselves up your slit collecting your slick, you can’t help but moan into his mouth.

you wrap your legs around him and pull him into you, aching to feel him full you up the way you’d been dreaming yourself about since this morning. “yes baby. so bad, give it to me please.”

“you gonna be a good girl for daddy and take his dick? might miss our alter time,” toji mumbles against your neck. “but i’ll put a baby in you and make everything better. that’s what you want, right?”

“yes, please!” you whine.

“alright. daddy’s gonna give his pretty baby what she wants. it is her special day after all,” he teased, suddenly grabbing your body and lifting it into the air. you can’t help but yelp out as your legs instantly wrap around his waist as a reflex. “go ahead baby. pull my dick out, it’s yours.”

you could hear toji’s breaths increase in labor as you reached below you and adjusted the band of his sweatpants below his huge bulge. the fucker didn’t even bother to wear any boxers; slick bastard. he always free balled when he didn’t care.

finding his long shaft, you spit into your hand and slowly rub your small hands against his thick girth. “oh fuck, just like that baby,” toji strained out as he pulled your lips in for another kiss. you sloppily made out with your man as you jerked him off, loving the intimacy of it all.

when toji began to feel himself get close, he groaned out of frustration. “fuck this, i’m not cumming into your hand like some pre-fucking-pubescent kid. open up this pussy,” he gritted, spreading your ass with his fingers.

without a warning, toji slides you down on his length and you let out a loud moan, collapsing your head onto his shoulder. you bit your lip tightly as you felt toji lift you up and drop you back down against him. he clearly had the core and abdominal strength to toss you around like a rag-doll on his dick, so you couldn’t stop him.

with slow heavy moans, you take a moment to adjust to his size. hundreds of times you’d had sex with toji fushiguro, but each time felt like losing your virginity to him all over again.

toji doesn’t bother giving you a chance to adjust, instead, he mumbles, “come on, don’t ya fuckin’ tap out on me already. keep y’er eyes open and take this dick, mama. know you can do it.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes at his words of motivation. toji’s dick was too good, it was hard for you to not pass out from overstimulation. he’d hardly touched you for real and you were already close to creaming all over him.

“don’t you fucking lose it on me, doll,” toji gritted, using his free hand to grip at your drooled-out chin. “cuz you know i won’t stop. so open your eyes and take this shit like the big girl i know you are,” you rolled your eyes at toji’s words of ‘encouragement’. you were into the idea of fucking you while you momentarily tapped out from how good he was fucking you, but he had enough sense to stop doing so if he even got the slightest sign that you weren’t fully conscious.

“toji, ‘s too much,” you threw your head back with a cry. you can’t help but bring your hand down between you to rub at your clit getting pounded in its hole by his fat cock. “‘s too much. can’t take no more.”

“nah, i know you can,” toji shook his head. “be the big girl i’m marryin’ tonight. i know she can handle a good fuck, hmm? where’d she go, huh? she always knows how to take me so well.” he teased.

you continue rubbing at your clit and find the sudden mind to crane your neck low and dribble spit between your connecting bodies. watching your saliva add more lubricant between toji’s cock pounding in you at full force, you watch the interaction with bright eyes.

toji smirked at your nastiness. everyone always viewed you as a sheep; a kind and innocent person, but he was the only one who knew just how fucking dirty you were. your wedding guests would be surprised to hear that you were a cum eater.

you tried your hardest to keep up with his full throttle assault on your poor pussy, but it was clear toji wasn’t letting up on you soon. you were feeling so good, tears streamed down your cheeks as your large breasts bounced up and down in the air from the harsh thrusts your man instilled into you.

“toji toji, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—hmmm oh fuck, yes yes baby! just like that, right there right there right there!”you babbled, feeling the lips of your pussy spasm around toji’s creamy cock, completely covered in the mix of both your cum. your words didn’t exactly process through toji’s ears yet though; instead, his eyes were too trained on the sight of the connection between both of your bodies at the moment.

cream left from the lips of your pussy, proudly milking his length as he continued pumping it back into you. the grown man stared at the entrance where his dick pounded your pussy so hard, he was about to have you seeing stars if you weren’t already. and the fact was that you weren’t even doing any work. you weren’t doing anything. at the moment you were sure you were nothing but a hole to toji; a fleshlight fuck toy who he’d rut his fat cock in just to get his way with for fun.

“tojiiiii,” you begged, hugging the nape of his beck further into his neck. “i can’t hold it baby i can’t—“ you’re cut off by a liquid flowing out your spasmed cunt, soaking up toji and the floor. but he didn’t stop, instead, he kept going to ride out his own high.

“gonna breed you so good. make you so full you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant. can’t wait to see the girls full of milk,” he complimented, bringing your dark areola into his mouth. toji rolled the hard nipple in between his teeth as he continued to hold you up with his free hand. “can’t wait to watch you pregnant with my kid ‘n give ‘gumi a sibling. want it to be a girl just so she can take after you—fuck.”

toji bits his lips hard as he picks up his pace, not letting you breathe. “you want that? tell me you want that ‘n daddy’ll give it to you. promise you baby—just please—fuck, please tell me you want it. that you wanna have my baby ‘n i’ll give it to you right now.”

hearing toji whine was almost better than the sex itself. you knew he was serious when he begged to. he wanted nothing more than for you to carry the rest of his children.

“yes toji,” you whisper, bringing your lips to his. “want your baby, promise. give it to me today, i can’t wait—i can’t wait, toji, need you to cum in me now!”

you’re taken aback when your man then shoves you against the wall, still held in his arms as he held you down completelty still and continued abusing your poor pussy. “fuck fuck fuck, toji!!” you screamed.

“fuckkkk,” toji groaned, too focused on riding out his own high now. his thrusts were hard and sloppy, with every push he took, you felt the tip of his dick kiss your bruised cervix. “just like that baby. lemme use my pretty pussy just like that. fuck she’s gaping just for me, look at that, doll,” toji smiles at the sight of your pussy gaping for his presence every time he pulled out of you.

by now, he slowed down as was just invested in the view of his dick leaving your cunt and shoving itself back in with ease. you were almost lifeless against the wall; too fucked out to even speak. toji looked up at you with a brighter smile. “you okay pretty mama?” he genuinely asked, feeling his cum seep out of you.

you breathe heavily and hold onto your stomach where he was. “so-so full,” you mutter out. “feel s’full, toji.”

“good girl, ‘m glad,” toji presses a kiss to your lips. “nothin’ hurts?”

you shake your head as you rest your head on his shoulder as he slowly lifts you off him. now clinging onto him with a koala bear, toji rubs his large hand across the small rolls on your back. “ya really mean what ya said before? bout havin’ my kids?” his voice is low and unsure; not really knowing if you were just engaging in his sex talk.

but you smile and kiss his cheeks. “i’ve wanted to have your kids since i was 14, toji fushiguro.”

with a small smile, he holds you tight against his sweaty body. “think it woulda been illegal then, sweetheart.”

part 2

9K notes · View notes

giornos-curls · 3 years ago

Note

I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

✪-tagging-✪ / : @touyyes @winterbimbwo @sirenh4ll @sailewhoremoon @noriken @kokobunn @fushisslut @dilftaroooo @aasouthteranoswife @daeneeryss @simon-rileys-princess @g4bby @sussywowzaee @lazuli-leenabride @moonshot-eclipse @mietkoz @honeybee54321 @lich1 @terrythetortoise @fuckinriley @actuallyanita @wedonttalkabouthenry @motionlessinrhi @hauntingtherosebush @spookyclowwn

(couldn’t tag y’all </3 ily tho) @benandjerrysisqueer @bleedingmagic-02 @tescomealdeals-blog @getoruii @alyssam14 @officialjotchuagirlfanclub