medieval AU in which simon is nobility and you’re just a servant for his family. and of course, simon has to marry to make alliances. but it’s you he kisses in the dark of night. you he sneaks to his bedroom. you he has fallen for.
and his betrothed is pretty enough, which obviously has you seething, but he would never be satisfied with her.
you beg him not to marry her, but he really has no choice. he doesn’t have the freedom to decide.
and when he does marry her, you sulk in your tiny servants chambers on his wedding night. knowing exactly what it is simon is doing right now. and to who.
yes, simon fucks his new wife. but it’s almost clinical the way she bends over for him expectantly. they both know it’s their duty, and neither party is thrilled about it. it’s boring and quick as he pumps inside her, needing your face on his mind to have even gotten hard at all.
the entire time he’s picturing you. imagining it’s your heat he’s deep inside of. and he pretends to finish, letting his new wife roll over now that her duty is done. he never intended to come inside her.
simon tugs on pants, still hard, and makes his way down to your room. he knocks frantically, needing you. when you open the door, you’re hurt and upset. you tell him to go away as you sulk back on your bed.
but simon doesn’t care—he needs you too badly to care. “come’ere” he grunts as he drags your hips to the edge of the bed, shoving your nightgown up.
you’re too shocked to fight him, sure he’d be satisfied with his new pretty wife—at least for the first few weeks.
but of fucking course he’s not. you’re the only one he wants. with his cock still hard, still stained in his new wife’s juices, he slides into you with a groan.
your hands dig into the mattress, unwilling to tell him to stop now that he’s started.
“only been thinkin’ of you,” he mumbles as he begins a steady, but frantic, pace. “all fuckin’ day.”
you want to be mad. want to be upset. but you can’t. not when he clearly has been yearning for you, uncaring of his new wife.
“fuckin’ feel so good. needed you so bad.” he mumbles nonsense, already so close, just needing you for the end. “needed t’finish in you, darlin’.” thrust “Only cunt I wanna fill.”
and he does, filling you up after only a few more thrusts, rubbing you between your legs so he can feel you clench around him.
and when he’s done, his weight crushes you, pushing you into the mattress, your arms around each other. “only fuckin’ one I want,” he says almost in defeat, unaware he even said it out loud.