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Lunch

Part 12 of The Office AU. Simon and reader heavy lol.

Chapter Index

For a couple of days , you sulk. The boys can tell.

You haven’t brought lunch for Simon in a couple of days and he’s definitely noticed. You brought cold lunches and didn’t get up, until it was time to go.

John has been trying to get back in your good graces, buying you breakfast, cracking a joke here and there ( and they have been horrible ). Soap has been coming up to your desk everyday , all the time , trying to rope you into pranks.

No, thanks, and give a small smile. You're just so pissed. Why do you have to be in this predicament? You’ve had a shit day, week, month, fuck , a year. Why couldn't you just enjoy this. Men actually enjoy you, happy to be in your corner, and talking to you, and actually just want to be around you.

You look up as John calls your name, “Did you get that email, just wanted to check on it before it get lost in everything this week”

“Yes, I am making a notifica-”, you get interrupted by wacky girlfriend waltzing , like she actually owns the place. Slides right up to John, in front of you and places her hands on your, his chest and gives him a kiss, that is not appropriate for the workplace.

She turns and looks, gives you a mousy smile, “Not making any trouble, are we?”

You put on your best customer service voice , with the biggest smile you can muster, “Of course not”.

Something you snap, you’ve put your peace on the back burner for too long for some girl that you don’t even know to stress you out like this. She grabs everyone except for Simon, don’t forget about Simon, you hear Soap says. Simon waves her off when she mentions joining them.

You walk up to Simon's desk,”Hey, you hungry”. Simon looks up at you wide eyed. You haven’t talked to him if it wasn't about work and you for sure haven’t talked to him about lunch.

“I could really go for some poke” , you smile at him. You missed him, missed hanging out with him, missed eating with him.

“Poke?”, he questions it , but he’s already getting his keys and logging off his computer.

You start walking towards the entrance, you look over to John’s office and see that the blinds are open and you meet the eyes of a wacky girlfriend and smirk. Bitch.

Simon wouldn’t let you drive there or pay.

“Oh, are we not taking it to go”, you ask pointing at the door.

Simon looks up from the table he just sat at, “Nah, John won’t mind”. You walk back to the table and start eating.

“You eating with a fork?”,Simon points at you with the chopsticks.

You giggle, “I don’t know how”, and shrug your shoulders. You hear the chair scraping and now Simon is right beside you, holding your hand, trying to teach you to use chopsticks. You swear you're trying to pay attention.

But he’s so close and he smells so good.

“You think you can try it now.”

Not really , “Sure”.

You fail miserably. You start to pick up the fork again and then Simon taps you , has you looking up and he’s feeding you.

This is the most romantic thing someone has done for you.

“Good?”, he ask.

“Mmmm, yeah of course so good”, you reply.

Holy shit .

Roommate!Simon Riley that becomes your walking purse…

it started off with small things when you two went out for groceries or lunch. he found out what brand of chapstick you use and bought an ‘emergency’ one to keep in his back pocket. lo and behold, when you complain you left yours at the apartment he casually pulls out the one he bought - the same flavor yours is because he likes hearing you say, “I wish I could eat this.”

Roommate!Simon Riley that, after the success of the emergency chapstick, buys a tube of your favorite lip gloss and a small pack of hair ties - he has one on his wrist, but you always say they tend to disappear. so he shoves those into his back pocket with the chapstick

Roommate!Simon Riley that digs through your purse when you step away to use the bathroom so he can clock what you typically carry - proud and pleasantly surprised to see pepper spray, smart girl. he opens his phone and types away in his notes app, marking down brands and taking photos of items if you picked the label off

Roommate!Simon Riley that suddenly starts carrying your wallet for you - a couple twenties slipped in while you weren’t looking, says you can leave your purse at home because he has everything you need. front and back pockets a little fuller with the items you’re familiar with. he ditched the extra hair ties to save room, three donning his wrist instead of one, two bobby pins slipped across them - to maximize his pocket space

Roommate!Simon Riley that uses this as an excuse to always go out with you and have you stick by his side, “Don’t wander off, I’ve got your stuff.”. his lips quirked up slightly under his mask knowing this is also an excuse to pay for you, your wallets not getting much use anymore. Simon Riley just wants to be needed and provide for his little roommate, what would you do without him?

The Office AU

Pairing: poly!141 x reader

Part 18

New guy at work is ruining everything for the guys.

You let out an involuntary giggle, “that was a good one”.

The new guy looks away, embarrassed but showing a small smile, “it wasn’t meant to be funny”.

“Oh”, now you feel bad. Your humor is a bit dark but you didn’t think it was that dark.

He gives a small shrug, “it’s fine, I like to make you smile”.

Oh.

The new guy started two weeks as some kind of consultant. You’ve noticed that he’s shy and doesn’t talk unless he’s talked too.

It’s adorable.

This is a problem that you always face when being nice and friendly to men. They can never take anything platonically. Just because you are nice they think you want to fuck. Which is mostly never the case. You just wanted a friend.

You let out a little hum and try to figure out the escape route without making things weird.

But no need as Johnny walks in , but he doesn’t give you refuge seeing as he just heads straight to the fridge. Not paying attention to either of you.

“Well I’m goi-”

“Do you want to grab a coffee, sometimes after work” , the new guy is looking at the ground when he ask you the question.

You hate this. You hate this. You hate this.

“oh , ummm”, of course your brain is blanking on what to say in this instance. Then you hear the slam of the fridge closing. You jerk your head up.

Johnny is staring a hole into the new guys face, “don’t think that's appropriate for work, yeah”, he basically growls out the question to him.

It has him looking over and stuttering out, “it’s not like that”

Johnny tilts his head to the side, “It’s not? Seems like you asked out your coworker at work”.

You mean , he’s not wrong and it’s the worst because you were going to say no regardless and it’s going to make things so awkward at work because you have to say no.

The new guy has the decency to look ashamed.

You want out of here so bad , you can feel your hands start to get clammy, your armpit start to sweat, and your head starts to itch.

“I don’t date people from work” , you throw out.

That’s not true, you think everyone knows that but the new guy considering you were just kissing Simon not even a month ago. But you're just a glorified secretary. You don’t know how much power a consultant has but it's for damn sure more than yours.

“Well I’m going to head back”, you throw out a hopefully nice smile and head back to your desk.

Seeing a teams message from Simon

>> did you get lost in the break room?

Geez, how long were you in there. Time really gets away from you when get put in a shitty situation.

Before you have time to respond back , Johnny storms out of the break room with Gaz in toe, does the head nod to Simon, which has him on his feet within seconds.

“We gotta talk to Price”.

You take a quick glance at the calendar. There not meeting scheduled so it must been an emergency. You gather your laptop and start to stand but get stopped , “No need , lass”.

You freeze mid reach, “You don’t need me?”

“Not for this”

~

“Need to get rid of the consultant”.

Price sighs, “ You can’t get rid of someone just because”.

“I have cause, it’s cause I don’t like him” , Johnny says.

Price looks up , and sees all three of his boys staring at him, “what’s going on”.

“He asked her out” , that has him sitting up straighter , jaw clenching.

Simon is staring at Johnny like he just spoke another language and Gaz is staring into space but Price knows he is trying to figure out from an HR standpoint to get rid of him.

“Well, what did she say”, he’s scared that she said yes. They haven’t been exactly forthcoming about how much they like her, and now he wishes he could go back and change some things.

Simon is grasping the chair like it did something to him.

“Said something about not dating coworkers”

Simon lets out a “bullshit”. And Gaz flops into the chair in front of Price’s desk.

“We don’t have any rules on frat”, Gaz says.

Price already knew that but it’s nice to get in confirmed, he turns his attention to Gaz, “how hard will it be to get rid of him?”

Price will do just about anything to make sure that he doesn’t come back. Nothing good could come from this.

“It’s going to be tricky”

i will always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always love you, eddie munson

Happiness Will Come To You.

blue collar or cowboy!simon riley who would fuck you in the bed of his truck

simon was always out working so hard all day, coming home with dirt caked on his clothes. you'd have to scold him when he would track mud through the house—that you had just cleaned from whenever he came in yesterday.

he'd grovel, pressing kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, the well-worn, holed shirt you stole from him slipping off your frame. muttering promises between each press of his lips further up your neck, along your jaw.

who are you to resist?

and who is he to either?

your pants pooled at your ankles, shirt hiked up your back and drooping off one shoulder. your inner thighs are slick and glistening with arousal and saliva.

a rough hand pushes down on your back, further squishing your chest into the hard metal of his truck bed, another grasping firmly at the fat of your backside where simon's face is lapping at your dripping cunt.

soft mewls cry from your lips, hands reaching back to grasp as his head, fingers tangling through the shirt locks of dirty blond. he only grunts in response—sorry, luvie, he's in heaven.

your legs are trembling, knees threatening to buckle under you with three orgasms already coaxed out of you on his tongue alone, milking you of your sweet, slick nectar.

your quiet, strained cries do nothing, but aid the tightness in his dirtied jeans, his cock oozing arousal in his boxers, dampening the fabric beyong his zipper. every involuntary shift of his hips causes more friction and tension with the denim, sending a groan throughout your pussy.

his noises vibrate against your pussy, shocking your overstimulated, and oversensitive, clit. all you can do is cry out as he pushes himself deeper, closer. his tongue is merciless, selfish as he threatens to swallow you whole.

at this point, you're begging for relent, repeated pleas of his name falling from your lips as the familiar heat builds in your tummy, and you writhe under his hands. the cold metal turning warm under you as it digs into your skin.

everything becoming overstimulating as the world begins to spin, jaw going slack, saliva pooling in your mouth as it threatens to spill over your swollen lips.

tears are streaming down your flushed face, your hair is frizzy and eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head as yet another release washes over you, sending a shudder through your body.

simon finally pulls his face away from the heaven between your thighs, not without flattening his tongue over your cunt for a last taste.

the lower half of his face glistening, coated in your juices, he desperately licks his lips to savor it. as he stands up from his position, his hand on your back pushes you back down onto the bed of his truck.

"n't done, luvie, be'a gud girl 'nd stay still," he kneaded the flesh of your backside, groaning at the sight in front of him.

his hands meet your hips, pulling you back on his clothed erection. a small yelped wince escapes your lips at the friction against your sensitive cunt. your frayed nerves against the harsh material that soaks up your arousal and previous releases.

you whine as he rocks his hips slowly, grunting as he watches the material dampen so easily before he pulls away from your hips.

his movements are hasty, not wasting any more time as he barely undoes his belt and zipper, freeing his heavy cock from the constraints of his jeans.

he whines softly at the warmth of your puffy, swollen folds as he rubs his cockhead up and down your pussy before catching your slit.

he groans at the tightness that welcomes him, the slick, clamping, spongy walls that pulse around his dick almost milks him of every last drop of sperm that fills his heavy balls.

your voice is hoarse, almost gone by the time his cokc is sheathed in you, his cockhead brushing your cervix as you feel the precum oozing from his slit. you can feel every prominent vein of his cock against your spongy walls, they're practically ingrained in you, your pussy molded to take his dick.

a creamy, white circle forms at the base of his cock as he forces his entire length inside, his girthy dick stretching your weeping pussy with loud, lewd squelches.

he doesn't give you time—he's selfish tonight, unapologetically so because luvie, he didn't track any dirt through the house! this is him rewarding himself for being so good! you can't discourage that, can you?

it isn't long until your backside is red, his hips pistioning into your sopping cunt, the sight of your slick pussy swallowing his red, angry cock so needily, sucking him in so desperately and clamping around him was addicting, and the feel even more so. his pace isn't nice, it's mean, and relentless, and bruising.

"fuck, lovie, couldn' wait t'hav ya," he whined in your ear, his cock drilling into your tight hole as he nipped at your earlobe. calloused, rough and dirty hands kneading the fat of your ass, a sharp slap to your skin causing it to turn even more flushed and red as he fucked himself stupid.

he was pussy-drunk, drool dripping from his cracked, dry lips onto the expanse of your shoulder. he'd press lewd, wet kisses against your supple skin, adding to the trails of saliva that pooled from his lips.

you'd have bruises the shape of his fingers on your ass for days, maybe even a week after, because of how hard his hands grasp your backside, pulling you back onto his cock as he milks himself dry.

"need t'fill y'r pussy, baby," his voice comes out a low, rough whine, despite the heavy grasp and force he exerts, "fuck, 's all f'me, ain't it?"

he'd always make sure to put dirt on the floors if it meant making it up to you by stuffing his face between your thighs.

or, making sure to kick off his boots outside the door if it meant rewarding himself like this, again, and again, and again.

Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

ghoap ghoap ghoap ghoap

Girlfriend! Reader finding out Johnny still talks to his ex because their “just friends” but she always hits on him and tries to break them up 🌚

Absolutely diabolical anon. i love it 🥰 hope you like it lovely!

At this point she has to be fucking messing with you. You are sat RIGHT next to him, with his hand on your thigh and she has the audacity to touch his bicep, giggling at the story he tells the group. You are so up to the limit with her and all her attempts at taking Johnny away from you, despite him saying they’re just friends. You’ve already felt all uncomfortable all night, she’s friends with all of Johnnys friends. They don’t know you and are making that very apparent for this welcome home party for Johnny. You feel like you’re just the odd person here because he wanted you to come home with him to meet his family, and his family was absolutely lovely, but you wonder why it’s so different with his friends. So with all these emotions and seeing her touch him you excuse yourself from the party, going outside in the front yard pulling out a cigarette, something you’ve been trying to cut down on after meeting Johnny. And as your struggling with turning on your lighter, 2 hands come from behind you, having you pressed against the firm chest of your lover, his hands taking the lighter out of your hands and lighting it on the first try. As you look at him, having to crane your neck to look back at him, cigarette between your lips as he brings the lighter to the end of it, looking deeply into your eyes as he lights it for you.

“imma’ allow ye this o’ne time Bonnie, and thas’ it” he whispers while seeing you draw in a puff and blow smoke into the dark night. “but m’ not gonn’ allow my girl to think i want someo’ne else” he grumbles lowly into the curve of your neck, kissing it softly. “i don’t want her’ and i haven’t for’ so long….but i do need you” he whispers while pushing his hips into yours ass from behind. And you guys will leave the party without letting anyone know, because Johnny needs his number one girl to know no one comes before her, even people he thought he trusted

18+ MDNI

“Ahh... so fuckin’ tight... You ok, love?” he asks while panting above you as he feels the resistance of your walls while he’s halfway inside. 

“ ‘s so big, Si.” you breathe out as tears prickle the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck! You're clenching too hard!” he grunts at the vise grip of your warm walls around his throbbing cock followed by a low chuckle. 

“I... I can’t help it, Si.” you hiccup, holding onto him tightly as the wide stretch stings your inner walls. 

He grabs the back of your knees and hoists your legs up on his broad shoulders.

“Just let go, dove. You can do it.” he coos, pinching and rubbing your puffy sensitive clit.

“It’ll fit, lovie. Don't worry.” he groans, clutching the pillow beside your head and thrusting his hips into yours. 

“That’s it. Attagirl.” he praises as he feels you loosen up a bit while sliding in deeper and deeper. 

You gasp out while digging your nails into his biceps as the aching pleasure increases. 

“Told you, dove... this pussy was made f’me... so perfect.” he murmurs while kissing you softly as he finally bottoms out deep inside you, his leaking swollen tip reaching your spongy cervix and you moan at the burning, yet delightful sensation. 

“Hmm... can we stay like this for a while?” you hum while batting your lashes at him so sweetly.

“ ‘course, love. As long as you want.” he agrees before leaning in for a tender kiss. 

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