ALL HAIL THE SMUTS~! {SLOW UPDATES}

Revenge of Heart and Broken Trust

Yo... so uh I forgot I had this book lmao XDDD I finished a request or two like months ago and then completely blanked on posting that shit because I tend to just write out of boredom and the requests got buried... So this is part two of the murder one shot, Simon x Mitch... Requested by: memesthedreams      ... I uh hope this is decent, haven't completely checked it over for mistakes or anything but it's the request... Have a good day/night kits! -Chibi

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"Ooooh Simoooon~!" Mitch crows, running over to the smaller man with a wide grin. "Who the fuck let you in here?! You're not supposed to be able to get in without-!" He cuts himself off, growling in anger. "Fucking.... MARTIN I SWEAR I'M GONNA SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT!!" Simon yells, pissed off that his supposed best friend would let in his rival and the man who very clearly has a grudge against him. Mitch chuckles. "Now now Simona... I'm just here to lend you a little hand. Bodil informed me you need help shopping for your shit... So I'm getting over this grudge and lending a hand like Adam suggested, dood~." His voice is mellow and sounds almost sincere, but Simon lives with Martin and Baki. He knows better. "What do you want, bitch?" He asks with a tired sigh, as usual too done to deal with this kind of thing. Mitch smiles deviously and says, "Oh not much... Just brought you a gift to use~... And I want you to use it while we shop." Simon raises an eyebrow in an almost mocking question. Mitch just places a little bag in his hands. "Go do that and I'll carry everything and drive you to the store." Mollified, Simon walks back into his room. Then.. "MITCH I AM NOT USING THIS YOU FUCKING PERVERTED BASTARD!!!" Simon screeches at the taller man. Storming downstairs with a dark red blush as a grey buttplug is held in his hand.

After almost an hour of struggling to convince Simon to use the plug Mitch finally succeeds and they get into his car to go shopping. Simon glares, shifting awkwardly as his face is a dark pink. "I hate you." He grumbles, glaring. Mitch smiles and mockingly coos "I love you too sweetheart~." Simon growls, glaring out the window as Mitch drives to the store, parking fairly close to the entrance. Simon's very very reluctant to get out with what Mitch made him do... The toy a nice weight that makes him almost heady with delight if he's not focused on how much he hates Mitch for this. Simon wobbles slightly, legs weak with want, the sensation may be turning him on more than he cares to admit.... It's a slow adjustment to the sensation of moving with something inside of him but not making him make noises or ride it... So obviously Simon is a mess on the inside, glaring furiously as he wobbles like he had a bit too much to drink...

And about half way through their shopping Mitch suddenly walks too close to Simon and carefully covers his mouth. Not giving Simon time to protest, the vibrator is turned on, the gentle vibration shocking Simon into moaning against his hand. The smaller's body melting back at the sudden burst of pleasure. Mitch chuckles. "Vibrator~. Now let's see if you can finish shopping like this sweetie~." He purrs against Simon's ear, not missing the way his eyes furiously glare for a second only to melt into a hazy and senseless pleasure when he turns up the vibrations slightly. Simon whines, body limp against Mitch and his legs obviously weak. "Shh~." Mitch hushes. And his hand is slowly removed from the very much so dazed Simon. "Fuuuck you~." Simon manages with a low moan from the sensation of those vibrations rubbing against him so well. His body very obviously weak and ready to sink down to the floor. "I think I'll be the one fucking you Simon." Mitch taunts, putting him so he's leaning against the cart. Simon grips the metal edge and trembles, visibly losing himself as his eyes droop and his mouth falls open in another soft moan as his knees buckle a little more. And Mitch loves it. Seeing the smaller man melting for him like this. No control over himself... He was pretty sure it would work with how desperate Simon seemed when they were playing murder... Despite the threats he just wanted to ride a dick. And low and behold it did work. Simon's now uncomfortably draped over the cart, his body practically limp as he gasps and trembles. Then Mitch turns it off.

It takes a while for Simon to notice, but when he does he weakly huffs. "D-Don't do that again you bastard!" He tries to growl but it comes out as a near moan. Simon is very obviously flustered and turned on as he quivers every time someone brushes up against him, but Mitch supposes with his grumpy look and droopy eyes they would think he's just tired and cold. Another aisle to themselves as Simon motions to the cookies and crackers he wants, the only other customer walks out. Mitch just smirks and bumps the vibrations up from last time, watching Simon melt against the cart with a barely stifled moan, his hips wiggling in a way that makes Mitch think he's unconsciously trying to grind the toy in deeper... And then it hits him. Wait... The toy's not even on his prostate and he's already so whorish?! Exactly how loud would he get if that toy hit his prostate?! Of course, he has to turn off the toy as he hears footsteps and sees another person turning into the aisle. So he puts the cookies and crackers in the cart and pulls Simon up. "C'mon Si! You can't be sleeping here." He says, but the lecherous grin on his face shows Simon he's enjoying this too much for comfort. "Fuck you. Hurry up and get my popsicles! I wanna leave now." Simon complains, his voice more whiny than angry like he wanted. Of course, Mitch just has to take a detour to the popsicles... By the time they get there Simon is drooling and limp against the cart, looking like he was pretty much knocked out while waking up except for the very dark red blush covering his face and how if he opens his eyes a dark hazy lust visibly swallowed him, pupils wide and unfocused as all hell. So Mitch just lets him be, placing the 2 boxes of popsicles in the cart and basically pushing Simon to the checkout. Simon barely has enough brains not to start begging mitch and to walk after him. The lady at the checkout giggles at this and gives Mitch a wink as she tells them to have a great day.
As soon as the doors to the car are shut Simon melts in his seat, moaning and squirming. Mitch grins. "Want it back on?" Simon squirms more, "F-fuuuck youu~~!!" He basically moans, flipping Mitch off. Mitch chuckles, grinning and pressing the button to turn it on. Simon lets out a wanton moan and melts into his seat, squirming and attempting to grind down on the vibrator. Mitch just starts driving as Simon loses his shit, writhing and moaning as he tries to tug on his pants, desperately peeling down the already damp jeans, precum soaking his boxers as he hurriedly strips his lower half. They got half way to Simon's house when the moaning becomes too much for Mitch and he turns it off, pulling over to the side of the road. Simon lets out a dazed and confused whine, eyes blearily opening to look at him with a desperate and flushed face. "Why.... Why'd you~... Ooohhh~~!! Why'd you stop~?" Simon manages to warble out, moaning and squirming as his fingers continue to tease his ass, the little toy now pressed almost perfectly against his prostate at this shifting. "God fucking damnit Simon you're too loud and fuckable!" Mitch exclaims, tugging the extremely out of it bulgarian into a messy kiss. Then Mitch gets out of the car, dragging Simon into the back and pinning him against the seats. Now, Simon is waaay too out of it to actually fight back and argue. He tries to stand strong anyways. "Fuck you you asshole!! This is rape! I didn't-ooh~..." he starts but as soon as his hand is pressed to the bulge in Mitch's boxers and the vibrator is flicked on for a second he stops. A keening moan falling from his lips as he presses to his supposed 'rapist'.... Despite Simon actually having essentially raped him before... Clothes are quickly removed, practically torn off! And Simon is pulling Mitch into him with no protests from the Canadian-American as soon as the vibrator is out. It's slow and verging on painful since only the remaining lube from the vibrator was there to aid in the process. However, this is Simon we're talking about, so of course all the slight pain does is register as a different kind of pleasure in his desperate cock-hungry mind. Letting out a loud moan he squirms, attempting to rock against Mitch, grinding back against him. It didn't do much since Simon was on his back in the car, but Mitch got the hint and begins pulling out until only the head is left inside Simon before slamming back into his ass. Simon breaks down, moaning and mewling in ecstasy at the feeling of a cock pushed into him just far enough to slightly brush his prostate. The small man an absolute cock whore as he just takes it all deep inside of him, his only response is to moan and beg for Mitch to move harder, faster, rougher. Anything if it would get his cock hungry hole the relief of being stuffed with cum. The car rocks as Mitch plows Simon's ass, the slap of skin on skin loud enough that Simon's screaming moans barely cover it up. "FUCK~!!! More!!! Please~!! Just-" Simon wails in pleasure, nails clawing at Mitch's back. And after a few more rough and frantic thrusts Mitch cums deep inside the smaller, balls deep in him as his seed stuffs the other man. Simon wails in ecstasy at this, his eyes rolling back into his head as he cums hard with a scream of a moan, nails digging into Mitch's arms as if to attempt grounding himself.

It doesn't work at all. In fact Simon passes out, waking up to find himself alone in his car, which is parked in front of his house. A jacket messily thrown over him and boxers barely on. Of course this only pisses him off. Martin's definitely gonna pay, even if he did enjoy it.