“Happy Birthday Simon”
Simon Dominic x Reader
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, sex, oral sex m!receiving, making fun of age (as always)
Summary: it’s simon’s birthday, what better gift to give him than you?
“simon!!!” you yell, running into his studio.
“y/n i’m writing. what do you want.” he says not looking up from his notebook.
“old cranky ass.” you mumble, sitting on the couch in his studio. “your birthday is coming up. what should i give you this year?” you ask leaning towards him.
“space.” he says flicking your forehead.
“ow you asshat.” you rub your forehead, pouting.
simon gets up and locks the door before sitting next to you, “come here.” he says which makes you climb on his lap.
you lean forward kissing his lips gently, “seriously, what do you want?”
“peace and quiet.” he replies kissing you again. “and maybe my dick sucked i haven’t thought it over.”
you slap his chest, “be for real, stupid.”
“i do want my dick sucked. use this pretty mouth for something other than talking and rapping.” simon says, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip.
“stop playing with me i’ll ride you right here.” you say, grinding on his hardening dick.
“not now. let me finish.” he slaps your ass before going back to writing. “oh and i need pens and a new watch if you’re looking to get me a gift.”
you smile and kiss his cheek before leaving his studio.
simon’s birthday came faster than you thought. you’ve been searching high and low for a watch but nothing is good enough for him.
you finally ended up on a website and found the perfect watch for him. “fucking finally. i was gonna throw up.” you say to yourself. the day of his birthday you just bought his present. you quickly buy it, not caring about the price, and wrap it up bringing it with you to his party.
“there she go!” loco says as you walk through the door.
“sorry! i’m sorry. it took too long at the store.” you say sitting in the booth next to simon. “hey.. i’m sorry.” you whisper to him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“i thought you stood me up.” simon says side eyeing you.
you flick his forehead. “anyways are we doing gifts now?”
“yes we were waiting for you.”
“good i’m going last.” you say.
you watch every gift that was bought for him, loving the face he makes when he receives a gift that unlocks a core memory.
“bro was this from that time we did that quiet show?” simon asks laughing looking at the used lipstick.
“yeah i kept it!” gray responds laughing.
finally, it ends up on you. you grab your gifts and hand it to him. “this one first.”
he opens it and laughs, “new pens!”
“damn those are nice as fuck.” loco says looking at them.
“here, this too.” you say handing him the last gift.
you watch his jaw drop and look between you and the watch.
“y/n..”
“you said you needed a new watch i wanted you to have the best. plus all you do is talk about damn pateks,” you roll your eyes, “so there you go.”
he pulls you into a hug and you giggle, hugging him back.
“now that gifts are done,” loco interrupts, “shots shots shots!”
and that’s where it starts. shots are brought out then bottles are brought out.
simon grabs a bottle and tilts your head back. you open your mouth letting him pour the liquor in. it drips down your chin onto your neck and he leans down and licks it up.
“i’ll still give you what else you asked for.” you whisper in his ear, the shots you took prior finally catching up with you.
“yeah? let’s leave soon.” he whispers back.
another round of shots is ordered and you’re gone. giggling and rubbing simon’s arm seductively. “let’s go simon.” you giggle.
he downs another shot before getting up and dragging you out the club. he stops a taxi, lets you in, and gives the driver his address.
you rub his leg, inching closer and closer to his dick and he grabs your hand, “behave.”
the taxi pulls you to his place faster than you thought. he pays and helps you out, dragging you up to his apartment and pulling you in.
once the door is shut you’re on him faster than a fly on a stank ass. he presses you against the door kissing you and moving down to your neck as you start to unbutton his shirt.
“careful old man, don’t want you throwing your back out.” you laugh when he picks you up.
“oh that’s funny?” he asks bringing you to the couch. he sets you down and pushes you down on your knees. “use your mouth for something useful.”
you obey, pulling his dick from his pants. you lean back to avoid it hitting you in the face then immediately take him into your mouth. you bob your head slowly, looking up at him through your lashes.
his hand tangles in your hair as he watches you, “just like that.” he groans.
you pull off him slowly, “you can use me, daddy.” you whisper.
simon’s eye (and dick) twitches at your words. “open.” he demands. soon as your mouth is wide enough, he pushes his dick between your lips. you gag when the tip hits the back of your throat but he doesn’t care. he holds your head tightly and thrusts into your mouth at a quick pace.
“that’s my girl. fuck your mouth feels amazing. i knew it was good for something.” he pants, thrusting deeper.
tears fall from your eyes as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat. he groans loudly, choking you with his dick. “don’t move. fuck i’m cumming.” he groans cumming down your throat. you cough and gag when he pulls out. your eyes red and tearful, tears falling down your face, and your lips covered in spit and cum. mascara is running down your face and he moans.
“you look so fucking good.” simon says, grabbing your throat and kissing you roughly.
you kiss back, moaning into his mouth as his hand finds its way into your skirt. he rubs your clit and you gasp. “fuck.”
“strip for me.” simon says slapping your ass.
you giggle and push him onto the couch. you unbutton your skirt and let it slide down your legs to the ground. next you pull off your shirt, revealing your boobs to him since you chose not to wear a bra with your top. lastly, you pull off your panties, showing him your wet cunt.
“ride me.” is all he says and you climb into his lap, sinking on his dick immediately.
he moans at the feeling of your tight, wet cunt, squeezing his dick. “don’t matter how many times i stretch you, you’re always so tight.” he groans.
“i do it on purpose.” you giggle clenching around him as you fully sit on his lap.
“ride.” he says and you nod.
moans leave your lips as you bounce up and down on his lap, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix gently. “oh my god you’re so big.” you gasp out. all you can focus on is him.
“am i? does it feel good?” he grunts in your ear, holding you close.
“s-so good.” you stutter. simon huffs and lays you on your back. he pounds into you roughly making you yelp.
“got tired of waiting.” he mumbles. you push against his lower stomach, the thrusts too hard for you, but he grabs you pinning your hands up by your head. “don’t do that. you take what i give you.”
you’re so far gone, the alcohol and rough fuck sending you to space. simon notices and puts his fingers on your clit, bringing you back to him. “oh fuck!” you scream. your vision goes white as you cum all over him, immediately passing out after.
the next morning, you wake up confused and hungover. “oh fuck what the fuck.” you groan.
simon looks over at you, “you passed out after you came.” he says. “i felt bad and didn’t want to keep using you so i stopped but you might be sore.”
“aren’t you a gentleman?” you say kissing his cheek. “maybe i should make up for that?” you ask, hands trailing down his stomach.
“you definitely should.”
a/n: this was for sure supposed to be posted yesterday for my man’s birthday (march 9th) and i didn’t get around to it-
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