caretaker!simon | call it... self care
Exams are allllmost over, and i can finally see the light. That means i'll be emerging from my long disappearance... not proof-read! apologies all!
warnings: stress, burnout, mild angst, simon being annoyingly caring, (freaky) acts of service, porn with no plot, exhausted reader, sexual content, unprotected sex, creampie, f!receiving oral, domestic fluffiness, praise (kink?), no aftercare sorry, reader being lovingly (and willingly) forced to rest...
wc: 1.5k
The flat looked like someone had tried to live three separate lives in it at once.
Laundry sat unfolded on the arm of the sofa. A mug of cold tea lingered hopelessly beside a laptop crowded with tabs you'd long stopped reading. The kitchen light still glowed brightly despite the hour, dishes stacked to do later. Or at least that's what you told yourself, but it was already almost midnight, and they weren't getting done anytime soon.
You were so tired you barely noticed the front door open.
"Still awake lovie?"
His voice was grounding and familiar.
You looked up from where you'd been sitting at the table, blinking hard. "Mm? Yeah. Just finishing stuff."
Simon stood there for a second, taking in everything without saying much. The mess, the tiredness etched into your face, the way your shoulders looked tense even though you were sat.
"You should've been asleep hours ago."
"I'm busy."
Cold tone. Harsh. It caught him by surprise, but he composed himself quickly.
"You're exhausted."
The words landed annoyingly soft. You reached over to your laptop again, rubbing your eyes and studying the inbox of email you hadn't yet responded to.
"I just need to sort this," you muttered. "And laundry. And-"
A quiet sigh left you as he gently took the laptop, closing it and placing it back on the table.
"That's enough for today."
You frowned immediately. "Simon-"
"No. Stop," he said, calm and firm. He began moving the clutter just enough to clear space beside you. "Been running yourself ragged all week."
He glanced at the untouched tea. "Haven't even drank this."
And suddenly, annoyingly, the exhaustion felt heavier now that someone else had noticed it.
"Si..." you whined, frustrated more with yourself than him.
"Let me take you to bed," he said, in that gentle tone of his that made you melt.
"The kitchen is still a mess-" you started, before getting cut off.
"Still gonna be there tomorrow."
You opened your mouth to argue again, only for him to lean down and kiss you softly, shutting you up.
"Stop being stubborn and let me take care of you. C'mon, I got you."
And embarrassingly, that nearly undid you right then and there.
He picked you up bridal style, holding you stable in his firm arms. You were still tense though, even when he put you down on your bed. Simon wasn't happy. He saw how much you'd been putting on yourself, and all he wanted was for you to relax for once.
Simon looked at you, your doting eyes heavy with fatigue, silently asking for permission to touch you. You nodded ever so slightly, shifting your lower self closer to him. He took that as an affirmative, tugging down your tiny pyjama shorts that barely covered your ass to begin with. Your eyes closed in content, Simon's hands rubbing up your thighs and stomach in the most perfect way. His fingers brushed ever so lightly against the fabric of your panties, making you whine quietly, your back arching.
He smiled to himself, knowingly.
"You like that, hmm?" he mumbled, laughing gruffly at you. Not in a mean way, just satisfied.
"Sii..!" you moaned softly as he pressed his fingers harder against you, your cheeks going pink out of embarrassment.
"Jus' let me take care of you, sweetheart" he said in response, kneeling down further as he pulled your panties down completely, laying them to rest on the floor as spectator.
The minute you felt his hot mouth on your core, it felt like all the stress that'd built up inside you during the week had been released. He lapped you up expertly, tongue dipping in and out of you in the most intense way possible. You found it so difficult to keep quiet, but Simon didn’t mind that, of course. In fact, he much preferred hearing the ludicrous sounds you were making as he devoured you.
“That’s it,” he praised in between licks “Doin’ so well for me baby.”
You moaned at that alone, hips shifting upwards, his praise giving you butterflies.
Simon pulled your thighs closer around his head, your legs resting on his strong shoulders. He sucked gently on your clit, varying the pressure until you were practically crying his name out in pleasure. Your hands came around his head to push him further down on you, chasing the ecstasy of an orgasm. His own strength overpowered you though, pushing himself off somewhat reluctantly.
He frowned slightly at your sudden whimper at the loss of motion, quickly working to fix the situation. Simon tugged his own trousers down, already hard in his boxers. You stared shamelessly at his cock straining against the fabric, biting your lip when you realised he was planning on doing more than just pleasing you with his mouth.
He pulled you closer for a second, grinding on your bare pussy through his boxers. The sigh that he let out was delicious.
Simon stopped after a minute or so, getting increasingly impatient. He pulled his boxers down, his cock covered messily in precum, smearing it over you as he rubbed his tip through your folds. The friction he created alone could have made you finish there and then. You felt like an animal in heat the way you pulled him closer, wanting nothing more than for Simon to hurry up and fuck you already. The dirty kitchen was the last thing on your mind now, and it seemed that that was his plan all along. There was no better way to get you to relax, he had found.
He didn't tease you for too long, tip slipping in and out of you a few times before he pushed himself fully inside you in one big thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you silently moaned, suddenly feeling so full. He began a gentle, slow pace, holding your hips in place as he dragged his cock against your g-spot. Every stroke felt like heaven, his tight grip being the only thing that grounded you. Your arms reached out to his, hands squeezing his forearms in pleasure. He felt you tighten slightly around him, taking that as a sign to speed up, his thrusts increasingly becoming harder.
You choked on a moan, now clutching at the bedsheets, eyes rolling and back arching.
"There you go," he said lowly, rutting into you. He pulled all the way out before you could finish, slow and deliberate. His eyes darkened when he saw how fucked out you already looked, his sweet thing. So pretty when you weren't rushing around worried about the silliest things.
Without any warning, he pounded back into you, hips snapping as his cock buried itself inside of you. You were gasping at him, barely able to function it felt so good. You'd have felt utterly embarrassed if it wasn’t for how hard he was fucking you. The bed creaked beneath you, his skin slapping against yours in a harsh rhythm.
"Gonna fill you so full of me, baby. God you feel good," Simon mumbled, head hung low as he bottomed out, feeling his own orgasm get closer.
Just hearing him say this made you clench around him, every deep thrust pushing you towards the edge. You could feel him thickening inside you, cock pulsing before filling you with hot ropes of cum. Your walls clamped around him impossibly tighter, trying to hold everything in.
"Y'gonna be a pretty girl and come for me?" he said in that teasing tone of his, breath heavy whilst his thumb came down to circle your clit.
The moment he touched it, you crashed, eyes rolling back in an orgasm so hard you'd never experienced anything like it. It felt like catharsis, all your previous stress from the week eliminated by his cock. Simon loved your high-pitched moans, clearly signalling that you were worn out. He pulled out briefly, careful as you inhaled sharply from overstimulation. His seed spilled out of your hole, dripping downwards at a slow pace. Simon dragged his tip through the mess, smearing your inner thighs slightly, before pushing back into you causing a low, worn moan to leave your lips.
As he worked himself back inside of you, Simon couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He'd managed to get you to stop stressing out almost instantly, by some sort of magic. Well, he didn't really consider his cock to be all that brilliant, but you clearly did, and that was good enough.
"Did so good f'me hon. Even that sweet pussy of yours knows when you need to relax, doesn't she?" he mocked, in a caring way. You didn't care; you were too tired, and your eyes were threatening to flutter closed.
Call it self care, if you will...
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