Simon Henriksson X Reader Novels & Stories

My nipples hardened against my top, cunt clenching as their words sank in. Then this guy with tattoos crawling from his neck all the way up to his ear pushed through the group. The ink looked dangerous, dark patterns shifting as he moved, and he was insanely hot, sharp features, dark hungry eyes locked right on me like he could smell how my body was reacting. He stepped close, so close I could feel the heat coming off his chest, and introduced himself low and rough. “My name’s Simon, sweetheart.” His hand shot out fast, grabbing my waist and yanking me flush against him, his hard cock pressing thick and heavy right against my stomach through his jeans.

When he opened them again, his eyes landed on us, and for a second I saw something flash in them— hunger. “This is wrong,” Simon said, his voice sounded like it was in between fighting his feelings and surrender. Daniel kept thrusting, then he slapped my ass even harder. “It’s only wrong if you fight it. If you want her… then come over and take this pussy.” I saw the way Simons chest rose and fell where he stood. I parted my lips to speak but I didn’t say anything, just moans escaping my lips, and before I could stop myself. “Come get me Simon… my pussy is wet for you.” My voice was as smooth as velvet. It called out to him sweetly, in a way that he couldn’t resist.

I declared with a smile and he nodded. Without a word, I turned around and began walking away. “Ximena… You never asked for my name but my name is Simon, do not forget…” He said and I nodded, walking away. “I don’t like his guts… He seems strange and his words have an underlying meaning.” Xena pointed out and I exhaled. “I feel the same way too but let’s not be quick to judge him. These could be defensive feelings, I’m sure with time we’ll get to realize that he’s just another great warrior… I’m sure he’s a good person.” I explained but she wasn’t convinced.

A strange voice said from behind me. I turned, and saw a black haired guy, wearing a white shirt that pointed out his abs, which were looking hot, alongside a black leather jacket and blue jeans and his eyes were damn pretty. He didn’t look familiar, I couldn't tell whether he was a new student or if he wasn’t from this school, but just came to use our library. “Hey new boy,” Simeon smiled, winking at him. Simeon is bisexual, and right now he is drooling over the new guy.

He had grown fully erect just from her probing eyes. Gina had him fuck her doggy style first. She loved wiggling her ass for that thing. Then she climbed on top and rode him to another orgasm. She loved being impaled on that beast. It filled her so completely, she could think of nothing else. By the end of the month Simon could no longer hide his breasts. They were already a decent B cup. "I can't go out any more." He opened his shirt. "Look at me!" Gina looked at his breasts. They were perfectly shaped and totally scrumptious. Any woman would die to have them. His nipples looked so cute all hard and pointy sitting atop those lovely soft mounds of flesh.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

When the meeting was over, Page was left in her office with Mr Simon. Simon was a man who had keen eyes for women. He liked his women, curvy and sexy. Changing them as he changed socks, he banged a different woman every two days, making it extremely hard to please him, his hunger for more almost insatiable. He was a casanova, a wickedly talented womanizer. Once, she had almost fallen for him but withdrew when she uncovered those not-so-pleasing-to-hear things about him.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.

‘She was very beautiful; her clear blue eyes, her round and full breasts, slender waist, wide hips, and sexy legs—she was perfect,’ Adrian admitted inwardly as he admired Simona from below. ‘But she is not Helena,’ a voice suddenly sounded in his head, and his heart ached. He shut his eyes and stood up. It's true Simona wasn't Helena; he doesn't like Simona; he just wants her to relieve himself, nothing more. He convinced himself. Adrian pushed Simona onto the bed and took off his clothes at the speed of lightning and got on the bed, hovering over her. He began kissing her and slipped his finger into her tight pussy that was already soaking. He rubbed and teased her clit, and she was a moani

And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy. “SB... And he’s seriously muscular. His body is, like, on fire,” I said, sneaking a glance at Simon out of the corner of my eye. As expected, his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. I could already tell he was mentally constructing a shirtless image of Silvio. I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous Simon looked. He didn’t just breathe and eat rainbows, he practically shot them out of his eyes. His thing for super buff guys had gone way beyond a preference; at this point, it was a full-blown fetish.