#needy sleepy simon

[moralesispunk]

retired! Simon who starts to find joy in a lazy lie in

who whines - actually whines - when you try to get out of bed before 9 on a Sunday, his bear paw hands gripping at your thighs, waist, tummy, anything that will have your back pressed against his chest and have your head tucked under his chin

soon you're being lulled back to sleep from the weight of his body half pressing you into the mattress and the sheer warmth of this human radiator, his even breathing against your neck and his heartbeat slowing as he falls back to sleep, the occasionally tightening of his hold like he's pulling you against him even in sleep

(nsfw below minors dni)

and then you wake to his sleepy body rocking against yours, kisses being pressed along your shoulder and across your back, his rough sleepy voice asking so nicely if he can be inside you, just the tip, please love, and when you nod he's pulling your shorts down and sliding his hand between your legs until your wet enough for him to slide inside, and when you're both coming and you're squeezing around him, you both start to fall back asleep again with him still inside you

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent somno)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[skyrigel]

Simon loved you in every way, he liked your sleepy soft voice and grumpy bratty smile and sweet hungry whining, he liked you in mornin nd in night, but something something about the way you looked when you were just so fucked up.

He can cum alone with the way you looked just after he'd pounded inside you, your mouth gaping with drool, eyes blown back like you were brainless, no thoughts forming except how good he made you feel, the way he pushes inside you, deeper until he finds your g-spot, thrusting like devil has taken him over, he liked how your sweet mouth didn't stop making all those obsences sounds, your ah-ah-ah synchronised with every hard pound, how needy and feral you became, your neck starting to bruise with his marks—his, breast rippling up and down and meeting his pace — his, and it was one of those times when he was admiring your feral fucked up body, that pretty brain of yours that was always thinkin and now you wouldn't even remember your own name, just Simon-Simon-Simon in a chant. So good.

He was still inside you despite painting your insides with his seed over and over, you can still feel his cum dripping down your hole, slicky noises explicitly coming as he lazily moved inside you, tormenting you. He cupped your cheek, admiring his darlin work.

“So pretty, m' baby.” He cherished, chuckling as another tear rolled down and you whimpered, your legs aching — already sliding down from his shoulder but Simon didn't let go, his hand coming to your throat where your skin was starting to purple.

“Not now..Mrs.Riley...wish ya' see how pretty you look dove.” He cooed, tracing your neck and he never choked you, he already had you so good and breathless and you have always been a sensetive girl, but it seemed right as his big veiny hand wrapped around your throat, and he could already feel the way you sucked on air and just when he squeezed, trapping your breath — your hips buckled to meet his cock, twitching inside you, Simon smirked, he didn't know you would've liked it but he should've known how much you love him, how much you love his big cock.

“Such a needy little girl.” He said, thumbing your chin up, drool slitterin down the side of your mouth, eyes blown back. Beautiful.

How much he loved you like this, so good.

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[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited) sleepy simon is needy.

it’s the late hours of the night when you wake to his tongue on your swollen, sodden folds; the warm muscle sliding through the soft curls of hair that surround them before slipping past to lick a stripe up your slick slit. one of simon’s thick, muscled arms is heaved over your hips, caging your lower half to the bed. his broad shoulders have bullied themselves between your thighs, his other hand pawing and kneading at the soft flesh of your side mindlessly; where your nightie has gathered in a soft heap. his fingers deftly tracing the curves of your waist and the gentle rise of your ribs.

he’s half asleep himself; tongue working lazily against you, while his chin glistens with the remnants of his eager licks, mingling with your slick pussy juices. you can hear the soft whines that are deep in his throat, accompanied by hearty, soft groans as he buries his face further into your pussy. his nose, slightly askew from being broken a few too many times, nestles against your mound. soft slurps fill the room, colliding with your breathy moans and whimpers. simon finally seems to notice that you’re awake, or at least awakening and his eyebrows knit together needily, instinctively tightening his arm around the swell of your hips, as if to draw you closer.

his eyes are heavy with sleep, having barely stirred before your own awakening, his tongue lazily glides and dances over your clit in gentle, drowsy strokes. a soft guttural moan escapes simon's lips when your back softly arches from the bed, your thighs giving a soft tremble against his shoulders and he buries his face impossibly deeper into your pussy. his eyes roll back as your fingers delve into the plush softness of his hair, gently tugging at the strands with a sleepy urgency. he’d woken with the need to have your taste on his tongue, to have your slick all over his mouth and chin. so he couldn't help but pull your thighs apart as you slept, sliding your panties aside with a fervent need. couldn't help but bury his nose against you and breathe in your scent. couldn't help but give in to his neediness.

“taste s’good; have the prettiest pussy baby,” simon slurs, words muffled and soft as he sleepily laps at your dripping cunt. “wanna stay here f’ever,”

[dmitriene]

skincare with blue collar simon riley, you know that if you hadn't noticed, he wouldn't have said a word, just as he wouldn't have seen it himself, but you're lucky enough to notice the clogged, almost darkened pores on his face and gradually forming pimples, as well as blemishes from the old ones because of all the dirt that gets on his face.

all his skincare is water, not even a bar of soap, and not only was his skin quite sensitive before, his work did not leave him a chance for self care at all, unlike you, with a good set of jars to moisturize and keep the skin in order, in case something goes wrong, and you needed them, your hands fully armed, as soon as simon got home.

you dragged him into the bathroom almost from the doorstep, forcing him to throw off his work uniform and climb into the already prepared, warm bath with fragrant foam, which you prepared a couple of minutes before his arrival, since simon has a habit of texting you once he gets on his way back home, and he will not refuse a few minutes of rest in the bath, especially when his darling drags him there.

of course, it takes more time, wiping off the excess dirt from his rough skin, which has crept under both his clothes and nails, relaxing simon by rubbing the washcloth against him in a circular motion, over his tense, broad shoulders, down his wide, meaty biceps, to the scarred chest, padded with a good layer of fat, his pale eyelashes quivering, tired eyes closed, letting you do your thing, especially when you get to work on his hair.

unkempt, locks outgrown and sticking from side to side haphazardly, a little coarse under your fingers as you rake your nails up and down his nape, wetting the top of his head before squeezing a couple of drops of shampoo into the palm of your hand, starting to wash his hair, pressing your fingers into his scalp, causing simon to make sounds almost similar to the loud purrs of a loving cat, tilting his neck back.

taking care of his face passes without any complaints, he obediently puts his face on your palms, practically burying his nose in them, enjoying a couple of warm kisses with an almost sleepy smile, all while you apply facial foam to his skin, stroking and then washing away with wet palms, cleansing his face before gently sticking black pore strips on his nose, warning that the removal process can be unpleasant.

simon doesn't care as long as you do it, pampering him after a hard day of work, continuing to massage his neck and then shoulders while waiting couple of minutes before you'll need to remove the strips away, maybe then you will join him, and he will definitely take care of you too, for example, cook dinner while you rest, tucked in the warm bed.

after being spread on his fat, girthy cock, clutched tight inside your pulsing walls, your moans breathy and silenced by the needy, insatiable kisses, each one biting and messy against your lips, as you hiccup, the thick tip of his head rutting in the same spot over and over, making you gush and claw at simon's wrists weakly, his hands busy palming at your breasts with pleased hums.

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[rowarn]

thinkin about wakin simon up in the middle of the night bc u want him to fuck u ///:

afab!reader, cunnilingus, he spits in ur mouth heart eyes

pawing at him and whining softly in his ear to rouse him. his sleepy eyes glaring at you thru the darkness when you slip your hand under the band of his sweats to grip his soft cock — hoping like hell you'll feel it chub up in your grip before he pulls your hand away with a rough hand on your wrist.

you whimper when he grips your neck, holding you with a strong gaze, "the hell are you wakin' me up for? 'cause your little cunt is wet? is that it?"

and you nod all teary eyed and desperate and he can't resist giving you what you so dearly need. the way the mean demeanor melts off of him and suddenly he's coping sweetly to you as he strips your panties off.

his head between your thighs faster than you can even realize. his broad tongue lapping up the length of your cunt as he spreads you wide open for him. two thumbs tugging your lips apart so he can get his tongue nice and deep inside, his eyes rolling back in his head at the way you clench around the muscle.

he'll go up and suck your clit, lapping at the tender little bud with his tongue until your body cutely twitches. and he stays there, tonguing your bud and drooling sloppily all over your pussy like it's his fucking job.

and you're so loud and whiny, tugging at his hair. it's late and he can't have the neighbors banging on his door later to complain about your squealing and crying because he fucked you too good on his tongue.

so he leans up, "open your mouth, little love."

and you do because of course you do — you're so good for him. he lewdly spits in your mouth, a sweet concoction of him and you, "keep that in your mouth f'me, yeah? be good and i'll reward you real sweet."

those words drive you to make him proud and you keep it all in your mouth without swelling a drop while he continues to eat you out in that way he's so fucking good at.

"can't believe you woke me up just to get my mouth on you — just to get your cute little clit sucked, hm?"

you so badly want his cock, he knows you do. you wouldn't have woken him up the way you did if you didn't want more than just his tongue. but that forlorn look in your eyes when he makes you think this is all he's going to give you really makes his cock throb.

you're so greedy and needy for him, he loves it. you want him so desperately all the time that you wake up at 2am with a drippy, drooling cunt and can't do anything but ask him to take care of it.

you're so precious <3

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 22nd

simon riley x pillow humping

simon riley was never a man of many words — until pleasure was involved of course, but even then he’d always start off quiet, and the more depraved things became, the more he’d run his mouth.

it had been a lazy and dreamlike morning, the two of you laying in your bed half asleep for way longer than you should have. you were drained, and sore after the night he’d brought upon you — fucking you within an inch of your life, and yet you still wanted more. his large figure took up the bed beside you, laying on his front with his strong arms clutching the delicate pink pillow from your bed beneath his head. you suck on your bottom lip sleepily, swooning at how he could lay there sleeping so casually and tranquil as if he hadn’t held your thighs up by your head and made you squelch around his thickness for hours the night before. a grown man like him, it was no big deal. the thought of him being so nonchalant towards destroying your cunt had you aching, wetness yet again pooling between your legs.

had it always been this easy? were you ovulating or something?

you stare at him in sort of a guilty and doe eyed way as you slide your hand down to the cotton panties he’d slipped on your half awake form for some decency after he’d finished with you, feeling your juices start to warm your folds. you feel around, wincing at how sensitive your clit still was and almost whimpering in pain when you go to explore your sore hole, needing to give it a break.

you huff in a spoiled kind of way at the ceiling, in disbelief at yourself. he’d really dicked you down within an inch of your life, and you’d still craved more merely the morning after? you were sure he’d tsk and ask you the same. or would he? was he the type to continue berating and degrading you with nasty language even in the unforgiving, bright light of morning? or would he go back to his usual simon ways, playing his cards close to his chest?

you look at him again, soundly sleeping. you can’t wake him up, no — he’s probably totally spent, being older than you and such it might not be as easy to just spring his cock back up at the drop of a hat. plus, simon never slept. you knew he needed this. you bite back a cocky and impish grin at the fact your pussy had clearly knocked him the fuck out. your eyes run over his strong arms, and again the pillow beneath it before you’re struck with an idea.

you slowly sit up a little, keeping your eyes on him when the bed makes the slightest sound — not wanting to wake him. you take the warm pillow that was beneath your head, and fold it — doing your best to be quiet in your attempts to straddle it. you think of facing him, so that you can look at him, but you’re too ashamed — face feeling hot as you start to grind your cotton covered cunt over the pillow.

you wince, the sensitivity and wetness easing you along more than you might have expected. you roll your hips, trying to find the right angle and lower yourself onto your belly, cheek buried into the mattress, your feet resting where your pillow once was as you stuff your hands beneath the pillow, working your hips in little circles.

you find the spot, the material folding and rippling in a way against your panties that made the friction drive you wild, and you let out a sleepy but needy whimper. what was once you worried about waking simon and feeling humiliated, was now a lack of care all together, growing louder when you heard your wetness inside your panties, folds audibly parting at your grinding movement.

you oddly didn’t care when you hear simon stir and assumably stretch behind you, only letting out a shy and embarrassed whine when he kindly lays a hand on the back of your thigh, stroking the meat there soothingly.

“mornin’, sweetheart.” his voice is raspier than usual from sleep, and you continue your movements, not wanting to turn your hot cheek around to see him. his rough palm slides up to your ass, giving it a tentative squeeze before his long fingers creep to your underwear, casually but purposefully pulling the crotch of the panties to the side to watch your pussy open and close at your movements, glistening and puffy in the morning light. “fuckin’ell.” he huffs, very quietly.

it’s then you turn your cheek to look back at him shamefully, lips pouted and swollen from all the kissing hours before. he’s got one hand resting behind his head, the other on you. you clench at how good he looks and you’re sure he see’s.

“needy girl, eh? just can’t get enough.” he tsks as imagined, and the tip of his middle finger prods at your entrance. you flinch, with a pained whine and clench all of your lower body, shuddering. “no?” he soothes, stroking your thigh again.

“s’too sore, but just… needed something. feel so needy, dunno what’s wrong with me.” you sound pitiful and he exhales slowly, strong chest collapsing deep before he sits up, eyeing your movements.

“s’alright.” he rasps, gently sliding his two large hands beneath your hips to clutch them, guiding your movements effortlessly now, aiding your grinding motion so that you could do less work. you moan, a loud one — like you were relieved and he nods slowly despite you facing away. “i know.”

he stretches your panties to the side even more until it’s pulled over your ass cheek and stays parted without his help. he then suddenly but gently presses your back down into the bed so that you can no longer move, the pillow beneath you causing you to lay frozen in an arch, presenting to him. “what if i’m gentle.” he’s quiet, and uncharacteristically soft as his pointer and middle finger find your clit from your arched position, rubbing the softest circles he’s capable of. you shudder, letting out a cry but you nod regardless, knowing it was something you needed.

“words, lovie.” he reminds you kindly.

“yes please.” you whisper, spreading your thighs a little more to help him.

“good girl. as much as i’d love to see you cum on your pillow… s’gotta be from me. that’s fair, yeah?” he asks, clear in his tone that he’s genuinely expecting a reply, some reassurance that he’s not being cruel and invasive like he might have been earlier.

you’ve never heard simon use such a kind tone. it was something you’d hope to get used to.

[zorobraun]

simon can’t help but touch himself when he’s away from you :(

“look who’s finally picking up my call.” you say in a sarcastic playful tone. he just chuckles quietly, and you can almost tell that he’s rolling his eyes right now. “don’t be needy, love. you’re acting as if i don’t pick up all of your fifty calls a day.” simon replies in a sarcastic playful tone as well, teasing you slightly. this time, you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling at his silly statement anyway. he’s silly, but he’s your silly. and you miss him so fucking much.

“you don’t give me attention anymore, babe. all you care about is being a tough guy, a strong soldier, an idiot who risks his own life for fun.” you tease him back as you lean your back against the headboard of simon’s bed. there’s a hint of neediness in your voice that makes him sigh heavily, as if he can’t wait to come back home and stuff your mouth full of his cock so you can stop complaining all the time. all you do is whine about his absence.

“are you laying on my bed right now, baby?” simon asks you, hearing the light squeaking of the bed whenever you move your body. “yeah, why?” you shrug, putting your phone on the nightstand and pressing the speaker button on the screen. you sigh lazily, laying down completely on his side of the bed, because it smells like him. you close your eyes for a second, breathing calmly. simon licks his lips quickly, adjusting himself on the chair of his room.

his door is locked and he can’t help but get horny just with the sound of your slow and lazy breathing. it kind of reminds him of the way you breathe when he wakes you up by being in between your legs. simon’s mind starts to wander and before he could think twice, his cock is out of his trousers and his hand is stroking it slightly, trying to not wake you up on the other side of the line. the thought of you almost begging to be fucked and to be given a little attention makes him pick up his pace and almost cum on the spot, but he controls himself.

simon begins to breathe heavily, his grunting and panting are noises that you can recognize from afar, and it wakes you up from your half-sleep. “what are you doing?” you ask him in a sleepy but teasing voice, sitting on the bed as you realize that your boyfriend is a freak. your voice and your teasing tone just makes him ten times harder as he keeps stroking himself at a fast pace. “keep talking, princess. i’m so close.” he breathes out, groaning quietly. you swallow hard, getting turned on with this whole situation.

“i really miss you, simon.” you say in a quiet whisper, your tone is so soft and needy that it makes simon’s cock throb in his hand. you really miss him and sometimes he has no idea at all of how much you suffer without him. however, right now, he’s not thinking of you in a romantic way whatsoever, and it almost pisses him off that you’re not quite matching his attitude at the moment. the way you’re so head over heels for him turns him on anyway, though.

he’s so in love with you that he doesn’t mind your naïve persona, and whatever you say will make him cum either way, just because he loves you so much and he can’t wait to come back home to you and do whatever he wants with you. “i miss you too, pretty baby. i can’t wait to come back home and fuck my little princess real nice and slow, make her feel every inch of me, just how she likes it.” simon breathes out again, he sounds so breathy right now, as if he’s one stroke away to cumming on his hand. “promise to be waiting for me on my bed with your legs spread when i arrive?” he adds, moaning quietly.

“y-yes.”

[feralforfrank]

simon riley x gn!reader

morning sex w simon kind of lol hello 😁

haven't been active here, so i apologise. but the weather's getting cold, and i just can't stop imagining simon riley using the cold to pull you closer. especially in the mornings.

he starts innocently enough, pulling the covers over you when he sees you've pushed them away and wrapping his beefy arms around you to pull you flush to his body, hand sneaking under your shirt like he usually does.

but it's not that cold yet, and you start to sweat and squirm away from him ten minutes later. in your sleepy state, you don't realise you're grinding up on him until he groans in your ear to slow down, love.

nexr thing you know, he's groping your chest, pinching your nipples and you whimper, rubbing your ass harder on his half-hard dick in retaliation.

your senses are overwhelmed, and you whine needily for simon to do something. he mumbles something about you being such a needy girl but it enters from one ear leaves from the other, as his huge palm cups your pussy above your pj shorts to feel how wet you are.

"all this f'me?"

his knee replaces it soon after and you hump against it like a feral animal. his hand guides your hips, urging you to go faster.

you come with a high-pitched moan, eyes fluttering close from exhaustion.

"did that feel good, love?" you nod, humming.

you're about to succumb to sleep when simon pulls your shorts and panties to the side, entering you with one swift motion. your eyes widen, a loud moan escaping this time due to the stretch.

"my turn, now, luvvie."

[celestialprincesse]

Simon coming home to sleepy partner💤☁️

nsfw below the cut 🪽 mdni 🤍

Simon, more often than not, comes home late after getting back from deployments. seeing as after landing on home soil, they still have to mission debrief, collect and pack up their belongings and say their goodbyes, Simon is itching to get back home - back to you.

When he does, and you're all curled up in your shared bed, head resting on his pillow, one of his shirts clutched tight to your chest, sound asleep in his sweater, which had ridden up the arch of your spine to reveal thin cotton panties that have him straining at his boxers. It's when your eyes open at the sound of him dumping his bags, half lidded and lazy until you register his presence and spring up in the bed, running to meet him with tears of relief already pooling on your lower lashes. By no means does Simon Riley consider himself a needy man - in fact, quite the opposite, he's practised restraint his entire life. That said, after months away with nothing but his hand and some very private polaroids to sort himself out, he's desperate, already pushing you back until the backs of your knees are hitting the bedframe, collapsing underneath him with the thick comforter giving a whooshing exhale of air under the sudden addition of your bodyweight.

The latest deployment had been especially tough, stationed in some shithole with no cell service or access to a secure line. Soap had been fine, copping off with local women when he grew bored of his hand, Gaz had Simon fully convinced that he had some kind of erectile dysfunction with how long he could go with no contact, whilst Price and Simon had to settle with a few grainy photos of their partners and the thought that they'd soon be home.

Now, when he noses at your neck and smells sweet perfume and your laundry detergent, it feels very much like a wet dream coming true. He doesn't even bother to fully take your panties off before he's thumbing at your clit through the flimsy material, stripping himself of his gear with one hand. He quickly grows frustrated with the way his dick is straining at the fly of his pants, grunting as he pulls his hand away to strip his clothes off, whilst you take the opportunity to lose your panties, throwing them vaguely in the direction of the hamper , parting your legs and bending them at the knee, waiting for him with your bottom lip chewed anxiously between your teeth. He doesn't even bother kicking his clothes away, kneeling on where they're piled up at the side of the bed as he grabs your hips with hands that have forgotten to be gentle after being rough for so long, pulls you to the edge of the bed, hooking his forearms under your thighs and splaying his hands over your stomach as he noses at your clit. There's a feral, barely concealed glint in his eye as he whispers kisses against your cunt, murmuring how bad he missed you, about how you look more beautiful than when he left. "Missed y' so fuckin' much baby. Missed your angel face." He growls into your skin, the tears mixing in your eyes split between need and pure relief.

He doesn't even bother with his fingers as he licks a hot stripe between your folds, your hips twitching under his hands as he savours you like a last meal. "Si.." You whine out sweetly, voice whiny and utterly pathetic. "Tha's right. Tha's it, gonna let me hear ya?" His Mancunian accent, eroded around the edges from years of travel, and the rumble of his voice have you on edge, hands gripping into the sheets as you let your eyes fall back into your head swimming with utter bliss. "Mmhm!"

Not even a minute later, Simon looks utterly perplexed as you try and shimmy yourself away from his tongue, despite the way your thighs are clamped like a vice around his ears. "Wha's wrong baby?" He growls, messy brows furrowed in concern as he looks up at you in the near darkness of your bedroom. "Jus' need you, Si." You whine, body short circuiting as you consciously attempt to free his face from between your legs whilst the animal side of your brain compels you to keep him there and continue the ecstasy his tongue spearing into you provides. Your needy words cause his expression to perk up as he gently guides your knees outwards so he can actually remove his face from where it's stuffed between your thighs and cunt.

From your position on the bed, and his kneeling beside it, you'd been unable to see the way his cock was already hard and leaking, bouncing against his stomach, but as he pushes you back to the centre of the mattress, you got a full view of his pretty dick as he lines the pearly tip against your entrance, smearing precum against it as though to make the stretch easier (which is a total placebo). His fingers loop through yours as he notches his tip inside, refusing to blink as you take him to the hilt with a quiet whine, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut. "Fuck, 've missed seein' you take me so well." the sound of his grunts and the lewd squelch which accompanies his thrusts is the only thing besides your airy moans and his soft growls filling your blissful bedroom.

The sight of you alone has him almost embarrassingly close to finishing inside of you, but when your pussy flutters around him and you give a choked off keen before cumming around his cock, he gives up on any restraint, snapping his hips so that his tip hits your cervix, ropes of hot cum spilling into your tight heat as he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, repeating how perfect you are, how much he loves you and missed you.

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Meant for this to be some cutie, fluffy little brainrot not 1k of smut Sorry! (not sorry!😚) also this isn't edited because rereading my own writing makes me cringe so apologies 4 any mistakes 🩷

[rememberwren]

/•Harmless Fun 7•\

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Kissing Johnny only gets easier, and it was easy to begin with.

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The next morning sees you running late for work. After your late night, you had forgotten to set your alarm and hadn’t awoken until the sun spilled in through your open curtains and you could hear the sound of Simon bustling around at the other end of the apartment. You had taken the quickest shower of your life, brushed your teeth, and done your best to make yourself presentable, rehearsing potential excuses in your head for your boss. There was a crash on I-57; my car broke down; a child fell down a well… 

You didn’t even have time to grab a cup of Simon’s coffee before you were wrenching the front door open, but when Johnny calls out sharply for you to halt, you are startled enough into stopping your frenzied rush, turning to blink at his careful, limping approach. He cups your jaw and brings your mouth to his, tasting like creamer and sugar, just the way you like your coffee. 

“Have a good day, hen,” he says when he pulls back, giving you an innocuous smile. 

Your eyes flitter to Simon, who is leaning with one hip against the kitchen island, coffee halfway to his mouth, brows raised—it’s reflexive to check on him, to make sure that Johnny hasn’t made him angry with this sudden show of affection. To make sure that you’re allowed to enjoy it. When Simon’s coffee finally completes its circuit to his mouth, you look back at Johnny and give him a shy smile. 

“You too,” you say for lack of better words. After you shut the door, you mouth to yourself, Oh my god. Then you remember your own lateness and rush down to the parking lot, praying for green lights all the way to work. 

Inside the apartment, Johnny fixes Simon with a smug expression. 

Simon shakes his head, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. 

-

When you get home from work, feet aching and a knot in your neck, it all seems to melt away as Johnny sits up from where he was slumped on the couch and draws you onto his lap. You’re careful not to put too much pressure on his bad thigh, gripping his shoulders tightly, eyes flickering around the apartment looking for the looming presence of Johnny’s other half once Johnny’s intent seems clear. 

“Where’s Simon?” you breathe. 

“Out,” says Johnny, taking your chin in his fingers and coaxing you down toward his mouth. He pauses, lips nearly brushing. “Should we wait so he can watch?” 

“What?” 

Johnny grins. He leans up the last few hairs’ breadths and kisses you, and Simon finds you in a similar place nearly an hour later. 

You’ve shifted of course, unable to kneel for so long without your legs falling asleep. Now Johnny lays with his bad thigh braced against the back of the couch, legs opened for you to be nestled between, your arms looped around his neck so you can play with the soft hairs at the back of his head. 

Your mouth feels numb from kissing, your thoughts syrupy and slow, focused only on the softness of Johnny’s mouth, the way his stubble rubs your cheeks raw (and your neck, when he gives your mouth a break and trails his lips down your jaw to the space between your neck and shoulder). Your head feels light and airy, your heart too, positively buoyant with all the affection. The only part of you that doesn’t feel sleepy and slow is that needy place between your legs; there you ache, slick enough for your panties to stick to you every time you shift. 

Johnny isn’t unaffected, either. He’s been hard since he dragged you onto his lap, but he seems completely content to do nothing about it. Anytime you try to escalate your kisses into something a little firmer, a little more satisfying, he drags you back to that soft and slow place where it feels like all your thoughts leak out your ears. 

“Johnny,” you breathe into the crook of his neck, resting your own sore one. He hums in answer. “Don’t you want—more?” 

“Got you in my lap,” he says, hands massaging your hips firmly. “What more could I possibly want?” 

You let your pelvis settle a little more firmly against his own, rocking against his hard cock. He can’t control the way his breath hitches at the stimulation, fingertips digging into your flesh. 

“Oh, him?” Johnny asks innocently. “Just ignore him.” 

“I don’t want to ignore him,” you mutter sulkily. “I want to sit on him.” 

Johnny guffaws. Beneath you, his cock twitches. 

The door opens and Simon enters. He’s dripping sweat from his run, and for the first time you notice the backpack he carries with him, the way it seems to droop against his back, like it’s filled with something heavy. All three of you freeze at the sight of the other. The moment is broken by a buzzing—Simon fishes his phone from his pocket and sighs, pressing it to his ear. 

“I’m listening,” he says, shutting the front door behind him. 

Johnny reaches out softly and turns your chin back towards him. There is something in his eyes, something mischievous, but all he does is coax your mouth back down to his and kiss you again. You sigh against his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks sweetly on your tongue. You hear the sound of Simon’s voice, but his words go in one ear and out the other, the warm rumble of his tenor doing nothing to help the ache between your thighs. 

Johnny grips your hips in his hands and—oh, oh god. He rocks you gently against him, his cock brushing against your soaked sex through your respective layers. It sends a jolt through you, even this small stimulation feeling good after denying yourself for so long. You can’t help the sound that slips out of your throat, the little whine that Johnny swallows whole and matches with a warm, pleased hum. 

You know what he’s doing now. Had he planned it to be like this? It’s hard to imagine that he hadn’t, not with his earlier flippant phrase of waiting for Simon to watch. Respectability wars with your own need, and you find that it’s far too easy to let your need win, to let Johnny’s hands guide you against his cock again and again, stoking that fire in your belly into something transcendental, something too big to be ignored. 

“Johnny?” you hear Simon say to whoever is on the other end of the phone, the name briefly breaking through your stupor. “Being a pain in my ass, as usual.” 

You break away from Johnny’s mouth but can’t seem to stop the gentle rolling of your hips. Instead you bury your face in his neck, hoping for some reprieve from the embarrassment that has your face aflame, from the shame that seems to be doing nothing but whetting the ache between your legs. 

“Johnny,” you whine quietly. “Be fair.” 

“What’s unfair?” he breathes. He jerks his hips up against you softly. “Oh—this? You want me to stop? Just say the word.” 

You chance a glance toward Simon and find that he still has the phone pressed to his ear, but his eyes are focused firmly on you and Johnny, his expression of greater intensity than usual: brows lower, eyes darker, scarred mouth barely parted, like he has something to say but can’t. He meets your eyes and hums something noncommittal into the phone. You wonder if he’s paying attention to the call at all. 

Simon turns his eyes away. He reaches down and grips the hem of his shirt, lifts it up to wipe at his dripping brow, and it gives you a glance of his body: pale and scarred, but so fucking strong, muscled with a nice layer of padding. Fuck, they are both so painfully beautiful. You realize that Johnny has stopped his gentle ministrations on your hips and that now all the movement is due to you: you’re the one grinding against his hard cock. You hide in his neck again, placing sloppy kisses against his steady pulse. 

“That’s it,” Johnny mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear. His hands slip around to cup your arse. “Does that feel good?” 

You nod. Anything would feel good after so much time spent on the most innocent of foreplay, anything would feel good with how swollen and wet you were. Johnny’s hands press against you, lengthening your strokes, turning your hasty, jerky movements into slow, sensual rolls of your hips, maximizing the contact between you both. 

“Sit up, I want to see you,” he whispers. Your head is so full of cotton that you do, forgetting for a moment that Simon is there. He’s watching you again, one hand braced against the countertop, dark eyes watching the way you grind against his husband’s cock, knuckles white where he grips the phone and presses it to his ear, giving the occasional grunt to whomever is on the other line. Johnny says: “Fuck, yer beautiful.” 

You ignore that, unwilling to let him fluster you any more than you already are. Instead you brace your hands against his chest and quicken your hips, feeling the coil inside your belly twist tight. You’ve needed to cum since last night, since Johnny first kissed you with Simon right there watching. All you want is to feel that sweet burst of pleasure, to let it rise up like high tide and drown you. Johnny’s hands smooth along your thighs and up your belly and cup the fullness of your breasts, and that’s all you need to cover your face, mouth falling open as a painfully embarrassing sound is torn from your throat. Your body is wracked with shivers as your pussy clenches tight around nothing, and you’d forgotten over the years just how unsatisfying these kinds of orgasms could be. You needed something inside you, something you could clench down on, if only Johnny had been willing to give it to you. 

A door clicks shut. Your misty eyes open to find that Simon is gone. 

“Beautiful,” Johnny says, drawing you back down into his arms for a kiss. Against your mouth, he mutters: “Yer perfect.” 

“We scared off Simon,” you groan, forehead resting against his own. Beneath you, his cock is still hard, reminding you that he still hasn’t cum yet—likely can’t with just this level of stimulation. 

“Yeah, he’s scared t’ death,” Johnny says, eyes rolling, his hands smoothing up and down the small of your back. “Probably already got his cock out in the next room.” 

You frown. That wouldn’t make any sense. You decide to focus on what does make sense—helping Johnny find his own pleasure. Reaching down, you lightly trail your fingers over his clothed cock, feeling positively electric when he gives a shaky sigh, cock jerking beneath your tentative touch. 

“Want some help?” you ask. 

He just gives you a soft smile. “Actually, I know just the person who’s going to help me.” 

-

When Johnny enters the bedroom, Simon is nowhere in sight. The light coming from beneath the ensuite door tells him all he needs to know. He raps his knuckles against the door and waits, unable to help the grin that stretches his mouth and the way his cock nudges at the fly of his denim. The door opens and a hand reaches out, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him in, pressing him back against the door with enough force to rattle the knob. 

“Hi love,” Johnny coos. “How was your run?” 

Simon kisses him, sucks on his full lower lips, licks into his open mouth like it is a cup he can drink his fill from. Johnny meets him with equal fervor, his hands falling to find Simon’s belt already undone, his cock already free and hard. It’s a warm, familiar weight in his palm as he strokes his lover and thumbs at the leaking head. 

“Not—not being subtle at all,” Johnny warns him. 

Simon just grunts in between kisses. 

“What, can you taste her on me?” Johnny teases. 

Simon groans and buries his face in the crook of Johnny’s neck where you had buried your own. He presses his mouth to every mark you left behind, teases your teeth marks with his own, hips thrusting into the tight fist of Johnny’s hand. 

“You’re not subtle either,” Simon grits out, palms placed flat on the oak door, pinning Johnny in place. “She’s going to catch on that you’re trying to play matchmaker.” 

“I’m not aiming for subtle,” Johnny breathes. He presses Simon back with a palm against his chest and drops to his knees, even as Simon’s eyes tighten with disapproval, knowing Johnny can’t remain in the position long. Johnny just grins, easy and lighter than he’s felt in weeks. “I’ve got about five minutes before my leg starts killin’ me…think you can cum before then?” 

“I think that depends on how good your mouth treats me,” Simon says. 

“I’d better get to work then, hadn’t I?”

[yawnderu]

Simon Riley has a problem. Perhaps it's the nightmares that plague his mind even years after the torture, or his subconscious responding to the lack of stimulation, trying to find release for once when he's passed out, deep into a new set of nightmares each night.

His movements are sloppy at best— messy, loud, odd. One hand helps him support all 97kg of his strong body and the other one is gripping your hip with a bruising touch, fingers digging into the mix of fat and muscle as he thrusts into your sopping, needy cunt, hips slamming into yours while you try your best to muffle your moans, not wanting to wake him up.

His sleepy groans mix in with the sound of your tight cunt getting stuffed by all 20cm of veiny, thick meat, the leaky tip of his cock slamming into your cervix, hitting a perfect angle inside your gummy walls thanks to the upwards curve of his dick.

Your hand goes down between your sweaty bodies to rub your puffy clit, the way you tighten up around him and squirm underneath his strong body has him going harder and faster, slamming himself all the way deep inside you like his life depends on it.

The familiar taste of blood hits your tongue when your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, helping him empty his balls and shoot loads of thick, warm cum right into your fertile cunt. You can feel him throbbing inside you as you milk him, willingly taking every single drop of his load. Anything to help such a troubled man, yeah?

He pulls out of you with no care, lazily getting up and walking to his side of the quarters, barely able to manage to hit his bed and crash on it, too deep into a traumatic, violent nightmare to even realize what he's been doing every single night for weeks.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

I just realized that we've never talked about anything like "morning wood" scene where reader wakes up first and sees her man's cock rising. (i can't choose between jason or simon)

Why not both 🧍🏽‍♀️

I only have strength to do character inclusive before hat man takes me. Please enjoy ❤️✨

🎩 🤺

Time Written - 9:07 p.m

The hour was early, the sun non existent in the skies just yet, but it’s presence would soon accompany the beautiful violet-tangerine clouds merging into dark, dull gray.

Your beloved still has his arm snugly wrapped around your waist, his thumb nudged just underneath the hem of your large shirt, mindlessly rubbing along soft skin. The best parts of waking up in the mornings weren’t just waking up alongside your personal body heater known as your muscly teddy bear, clutching you close like said plush toy.

Half of the time, it’s the not so subtle surprise pressed up against your lower back and rear when your mind pokes out of sleep, making it even more difficult for you to get comfortable again after being painfully aware of it.

Most of the time when it occurs, as does the ache in your lower tummy bloom; a need for him, an eager response of your body towards his.

He’s blissfully unaware of how hard his cock had gotten, too lost in the throws of sleep while clutching you close like a doll. It’s the rare occasion he slept with you a full night instead of coming home in the early hours of the morning or the middle of the night. The rare occasion where civil duties weren’t needed or expected from him, having him all to yourself.

While he appreciates coming home to a hot meal and a warm bed after a long patrol, it wasn’t enjoyable without you in the sheets with him. His body surely expressed just how much he had missed you.

You wondered what he might’ve dreamed of right this very moment. Was it an innocent, mindless walk in the park or the beach with you during a warm sunset? Or, was he living through a fantasy of burying his thick cock in between your plush thighs? Holding your head down against his own pillow while breeding your needy little cunt?

Whatever the cause, it left you quivering with a growing need to find out.

Your natural curiosity had you reach your hand behind you, brushing along bare skin of his lower torso where his tank top had ridden up, resting your fingers along his outer hip. Trailing along his lower waist, you shuffled your hips just a bit until you prod along your desired goal.

He emits a content little groan after a faint hitch in his breath, a soft sound that only lasts for a few moments. Satisfied with the result, your hand gives a soft squeeze along the pleasantly warm length, comfortably hidden from you under thick, navy fabric.

His breathing starts to slow down as soon as you start to move your fingers. Slow, teasing little squeezes just along the blunt tip, massaging down the length of his cock. How it irked you to brush your thumb along his sensitive underside, making your mouth water and your thighs slightly clench.

“Morning, hun.” His voice is hoarse, letting out a short yawn. He still keeps his arm around your middle, burying his face into your sweet hair after you settle with the startle of him waking up without your knowledge.

You turn, your loose shirt slightly twisted by your movements as you face your sweetheart, taking in his adorably tussled hair and sleepy eyes boring into yours.

His smug, little semi smirk lets you know that he might not be entirely surprised by this circumstance. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or ashamed by this either. He seems more amused than anything, especially since his favorite girl could do something about it.

You press a soft kiss against his lips, one that left him confused when he attempted to lean for more before you abruptly pull away. He whispers your name in question, lightly surprised when you kiss the corner of his mouth, down his chin, underneath his sharp, lightly stubbled jaw.

“So it’s that kind of morning, huh?” He questions, his Adam’s apple bobbing after you kiss it, his voice still raspy from sleep.

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers eagerly slipping just underneath the hem of his sweatpants. He contentedly sighs, letting you have your fun now that he knows you’re in one of your playful little moods.

Kissing down along his chest, following the roadmap of his main scar down towards the rich, dark happy trail that peaked out of his sweatpants.

His breath hitches at the touch of your hands squeezing him through the damn fabric barrier, and he finds it’s a little bit harder to keep his cool at this stage. You can really do that to him, and it’s like nothing can ever compare.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” He amusingly murmurs, his voice still soft and husky.

Should be you, soon enough. You wanted to say back, but pursed your lips to prevent saying it. He knew; he beat you to it merely two damn seconds after he asked it.

It would be a shame to make a mess on such cool toned, dark gray silk sheets. Freshly washed, too.

He’s trying to resist as much as he can, but you’re just excitingly relentless when it comes to getting what you want. This morning, it just happens to be him.

“You tryin’ to ruin me already, aren’t you?” He chuckles, a handsome, rugged sound that shoots arousal down your spine.

“Mhmm,” You hum, starting to pull down the waistband just enough. His swollen, eager cock quickly greets you, hot and heavy in your hand, the tip practically weeping for more of your touch. A heavy, glistening bead trickles down the blunt head, perfectly caught along the tip of your tongue to taste him.

Settling perfectly snug against his legs, curled perfectly per comfort, you trail your tongue under the head, lapping along that particular spot that garnered a beautiful reaction outta him. His head tilted back against his pillow, brows scrunched from light ripples of euphoria, fists lightly clenching along blankets tossed aside.

“Shiiit… really ruinin’ me, sweetheart.”

You stop for a second, smiling a bit while rolling your thumb close to the base. “Should’ve specified.”

He lets out a soft snort, expressing his affection through amused chuckles and heart eyes through a heavy lidded gaze.

This morning is already off to a great start. He’s trying to think of a way to one-up you, but he honestly is just too tired for all of that.

You barely had just a bit of him in your mouth, providing such simple kitten licks, and he displayed such heavenly responses that bloomed your ego to wonderfully high levels.

Then again, you seem to be up and about already, so maybe he’ll have to put in some effort after you pamper him. You’ll quickly enact upon what he so eagerly desired to reenact from his dream; properly face fucking his sweetheart. Glossy lips pressed against his pelvis while bullying himself deep down your throat, further fueled by those obscenely filthy chokes he adored so much.

A well deserved throatfuck for such an adorably sassy mouth.

[skyrigel]

Think about Simon working on his bike, the garage is open, allowing penetrating hot rays of sun inside and then there's you, with little princess jus' woke up hair and a cute pink dress, barely reaching your knees. You are carrying a tray with a glass of gleaming slushie, a cute grin on your face as you step in his work space. “Look at you, working so hard, my baby.” you settled the tray on the desk, already covered with screws and nuts. It was an inside joke and you relished in the way Simon looked back at you, raising a brow in warning, like he was really saying, you want that Mrs.Riley, here ? You raked your gaze to his squatted thighs, watching his groin with your shameless eyes, he noticed it too, smirking as he made a show of getting up, “Good morning lil' dove, why do you have to so sweet, huh ?” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he took the glass, his lips bright in the sun as his throat bobbled, like thrusting, each coil rolling within his skin and your mouth was suddenly too dry, you can already feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of your husband, a remarkable sight indeed, he's not wearing a shirt and his vest is completely drenched in his sweat, allowing you to see through, his abs are so breathless and it doesn't matter how much you had admired his body, he just gets more slutty, “Well couldn't let you work hard and then no reward, phew.” reward, You made a show of walking to his bike, the very beloved bike that he took you home after your second date, and also how things heated up, right there on this leather, oh — you were dripping by now, juice coating your inner thighs and you knew Simon knew it too, he was glancing at your ass like a punky teenager who's never been laid, a feral way that makes you squirm and want him more, and ofcourse you were a naughty-naughty girl, you had earned it, mewling like a proud cat when he called you, “You never taught me riding.” you huffed, jumping on seat from one side and letting him see as you sprawled your leg on the other, leaning back, your back against the tanker, a full display for your already hard husband, you could make out his big dick through his pants, your mouth watering. “Huh?” no offense, but he looked so hot when he got nonsensical like that, he wasn't even pretending, he looked at your pussy and raised a question at you, gawking you deliberately. “You never taught me how to ride—” you pouted, “—your bike.” Simon's breath were already panted, he was sweaty and hot and so needy, sitting upright in front of you and pulling your thighs so you were closer to him, almost pressed, his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy, stiff as a rod, “I think I had before.” he had, his nose nuzzling in your sleepy warm body, “You had ? I don't remember.” You whined, wanting the friction that he was making you crave, wanting him to fuck you so hard, you didn't care if your garage was open, didn't care if Mrs. Wilson might be watching, it just turned you more hot, can you want him any more because you just can't get enough of him, no matter how much he fills you up with cum you're already begging for more, a naughty-naughty girl indeed. “oh, don't worry, you will remember it now for days.” and you'd be a liar if you won't, smiling as your dress rode and his greedy hands and mouth were everywhere, chasing you, good luck Mrs.Riley, because you signed up for it.

Teheeeeee period wooshhh

Masterlist

[corvennite]

lazy morning sex

simon riley x fem!reader

cw: a bit of somno, rough simon, cursing and degrading names, male masturbation, fingering, p in v, nipple play (?), back shots/doggy, chocking, a bit of spanking, unprotected sex (y'all be safe).

sinopse: he just wants to relieve himself after such a dirty dream :(

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If there's one thing you enjoyed most after a tired day was to sleep, heavy and without anyone to disturb your slumber. Used to your military boyfriend always waking up awfully early to head off to work, you didn't bother to be awake by the time he was leaving, it became a routine. Simon on the other hand seemed to have plans for you, even in your sleeping state.

His dream was good: you were whiny and like putty in his hands as he pounded hard after a rough mission from behind, pulling your hair with an almost death grip making that delicious back of yours impossibly arched. The way your juices were shamelessly sliding down your thighs, how your eyes were steamy with tears and glossy, fuck, he was losing his mind! It was good, too good to be true and that's why he woke up. Sweaty and needy, with a damn hard rock boner in between his sweatpants. He almost came inside them, like a teenage boy. His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling, before blinking a couple times and feeling your soft presence beside him, he glared at you.

fuck me. he thought.

The way your body was barely covered by one of his oversized shirts, slipping up showing a bit of your belly and those damn night shorts he adored so much because it gave him easy access. His eyes moved towards the curve of your ass, so perked and ready to be grabbed by his rough big palms. Your mouth and those delicious lips of yours, barely parted while you sleep like a baby. His own sleeping beauty. Simon couldn't resist, he glared at his boner and then back at you, to your thighs and how welcome they seemed to be now.

It was morning already, he woke up before his alarm and probably should be getting ready for a hard day but no, he was there being a pervert and moving his hand down inside his pants, feeling his cock and whining only with the soft contact because gosh, it was so hard it hurt. His fingers wrapped around the thick length, stroking painfully slowly as he closed his eyes and cursed himself for it. He didn't feel as bad as he was trying to, it was good, he was trying to be prude as best as he could. But it wasn't enough, not when his free hand traced your soft cheeks and jawline, your neck and moved lower to your collarbones pulling the shirt a bit down revealing your shoulder blades. Fuck, he was a pervert.

They traced down lower, moving to stroke your soft tummy underneath the fabric and going higher up, taking your soft nipple in his fingers as he felt getting harder. You were so responsive in your sleep, he could sense it, the way you probably felt like it was a dream, how his cock was getting angry and wanting more. He moved his hand out the hard length, pulling down his boxers and grabbing your hips with his rough hands, laying you on your tummy and sitting on top of your perfect perked ass. The way his hand caressed the cheeks, feeling them thru the shorts.

"mhm... Si?" you mumbled, softly narrowing your eyes.

"sush now doll, just stay laying down for me yeah?" he whispered, rough deep voice from the previous sleepy state.

Your body stirred a little bit, feeling his rough pads smothering your ass. Pulling your shorts to the side he spread your ass cheeks, leaning down and nuzzling his nose on that soft skin he loved so much. Smiling a bit, you almost opened your eyes fully, feeling his lips tracing down your ear and his teeth biting your lobe.

"barely woke up you're already soaking these shorts, hm? such a lil' whore..." his voice rumbled thru his chest, sending shivers down your spine. The way he traced his index finger thru your slit and down feeling a bit of your clit, other hand pulling your hips higher up only so he could reach down the sweet nub he wanted to tease. "need to bury myself inside of you, really deep."

You could only moan, by the way he rubbed that needy clit of yours with his fingers, sliding them up again and back to your folds opening them. His mouth peppered kisses down the back of your neck leaving hickeys, pulling the shirt up exposing your back he kissed and bit the skin while his two fingers plugged in without any warning.

"fuck, lift those hips for me love." you did as he said, lifting enough to support them on your knees. "that's right, face down 'n ass up."

His smile was so dirty, if only you weren't whining while he curled his thick fingers inside your sweet cunt, crying out as he moved them in and out so deeply, abusing that sweet spot. His other hand went to his cock, spitting on it he rubbed over the tip and length, the way you held the sheets so whiny and sly, got straight to his dick. Simon guided it towards your pussy, glittering with juices and so damn beautiful he wanted to bury himself already!

"keep it quiet baby, nice and good for me." the stretch was good, as he pushed inside gripping your ass cheeks and making sure to not give you enough time to adjust. "fuck, why you're gripping me like this, huh? that's a slutty pussy you have doll."

"mhm— Si..." the way you mumbled that sweet nickname of his, your eyes closing and head buried in the pillow as your hips wiggled only a bit.

"no need to cry, you're a big girl gonna take it all."

He started moving inside of you, his eyes narrowed and deep grunts escaping his mouth. One of his hands slipped thru your back and reached your neck, enveloping it and applying enough pressure to keep you from moaning too loud. Simon pounded hard into you, thrusting and slapping that ass grabbing a handful afterwards, he smirked looking at your back arched and gripped your neck harder. Fuck, he was losing it, the way you gripped him like a damn vice, your soft moans filling the room while the sunrise showed itself beautifully. Simon didn't take pity on you, his thrusts grew more violent, his hand once on your neck now gripping the headboard and those eyes staring down at your face as his hand gripping your ass, spanked it again.

"that's it, moan like the little slut you are, c'mon baby take your cock."

"y-you're too deep!" you mumbled, moaning and crying out.

"oh no baby I'm not, your pussy is just too tiny for me." he enjoyed taunting you, the way you squirmed as he pounded harder, brushing your hair out of your face and leaning down to kiss your cheek. "gonna take my cum nice and deep, 'kay? then go back to sleep, no need to clean it."

You could only moan, feeling yourself losing it the way his gripe was like a damn vice on your hips and the stickiness growing more and more down your legs because of your juices. He was a beast now, bed squeaking a little more than you liked. When he pounded for the last time his cock got buried inside for a few seconds, shooting his thick load inside your pussy making it warmer. Simon groaned and tilted his head to the side, toying with your ass as he emptied his balls.

"that's a good whore... keep it there baby." he leaned down, kissing your forehead and pulling out, slapping his cock a few times on your ass and giving it a last slap. "get back to sleep."

[dmitriene]

simon loves to see you wearing his shirts, as underneath there is nothing but a pair of comfortable panties in which you walk around the house, doing various chores and minding your own business, not noticing how he loops after you like a puppy.

the mere sight warms him from the inside, his brown eyes heats like black tea brewing in a mug as he watches you cook breakfast, the black fabric of his plain t shirt looks unbearably cozy and seductive on you, as simon's calloused hands leave the mug and reach out to touch you wherever they can, to put his hands under the fabric and stroke the naked flesh.

he's turning needy, obsessed with you in any way possible — constantly sticking to you and touching you, thin pale lips pressing into your jaw and neck with passionate, small kisses, hands stroking and kneading you everywhere they can, whether it's your plush asscheeks, rounded breasts or waist, as he presses against you from the back with all his heavy weight.

you allow him, loving his every touch, because it took him a long time to feel so relaxed next to you, and now he can't even afford to leave you anymore.

simon is always there, as close as possible to snuggle up to you or hold you, enjoying the warm touch of your hands on his body as well as his on yours, pressing you into his chest.

needless to say that the only thing of all the chores you managed to do was make breakfast for the two of you, and even that was with great zeal — because of the way simon groped you everytime and practically purred in your ear with pleasure, relishing in just simply being next to you.

and you can't refuse to simon when he looks at you with such tenderness in his still sleepy, warm brown eyes, because nothing terrible will happen if you take care of the rest of the chores a little later, right?

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.