tw/cw: semi-clothed sex, humping, smut, sub!simon, dom!afab!reader. MDNI 18+
simon is usually pretty dominant
when he comes home from a deployment, he's looking to take his frustration out onto you, being so pent up that he can't help himself from rutting into your swollen folds ‘til you're sensitive, weeping, and pleading with simon to be gentle through moans and whines.
although this time is very different. he's laying down on his back, completely bare aside from his boxers on his study, burly figure. he gazes over at you with heavy eyelids and an achingly hard dick, the tip leaking and causing a wet patch on his black boxers. simon's breathing is laborious and uncontrollable, far too excited and anticipated, biting his bottom lip at the sight of you.
“oh fuck, darlin’- don’t be a tease...”
you stroke and palm him over his boxers slowly, massaging his sore and painful cock gently, while dipping your fingers into your lace panties, soaking them in your juices, a coat of your glistening pearly juices over them. simon's eyes are watering at the sight of your slick, your fingers pushed into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them while you continue to praise him with a gentle, sultry, and seductive voice and your hand moving against his stiff cock tauntingly
.“so fuckin’ sweet—please, be a doll ‘nd give me more, angel—“
you turn around, straddling his broad hips to grind your ass against him, as if you're in cowgirl. simon's large hands go to your waist, his calloused fingertips digging into your flesh, watching you grind your tight rear backwards against his shaft, his firm grip leaving indents along your body. he huffs and whines, the sweet taste of your arousal still lingering on his tongue. he craves more, but he's too distracted and delirious from the way you're humping his lengthy dick, that he's silenced, stumbling over his words and letting out guttural grunts when you roll your ass against him slowly.
he'd be lying if he said this wasn't humiliating; allowing you to have dominance and power over his pleasure. his hazel eyes rolled backwards as his thick tip began oozing, sensitive from the fabric rubbing against his head back and forth. he sucked in a sharp breath, admiring your ass as he began to spurt thick cum into his boxers with it leaking out through the fabric and smeared onto your rear, spit running down his chin and tears coating his flushed cheeks, with his creamy stickiness seeping out from his boxers, creating a milky mess all over himself.