pervy!loser!simon x sweetheart!naive!reader
cw: pervy behavior from simon !!!
you don’t even know what you did to him, that first day.
standing there, soft and sweet and smiling like you were made just for him.
and now —
now you’re his.
you curl up against him at night without a second thought, nose tucked under his jaw, breathing slow and even.
trusting him with your whole little heart like he’s not a filthy old man who fists his cock over you every time you leave the room.
trusting him like he’s good.
like he’s safe.
simon brushes a hand down your back, heavy and shaking, breathing you in.
you smell like strawberries. like laundry soap. like home.
he presses his nose into your hair and groans low, desperate, quiet enough not to wake you.
grinds his hips against the mattress, slow and pathetic, just enough to take the edge off.
you make a soft sound in your sleep. a whimper.
he freezes.
"shh, baby," he rasps, kissing your forehead, voice thick and ruined from holding it back.
"s’alright. just me. go back to sleep, love."
like he’s not rutting against the bed like a desperate fucking dog with your body curled against him.
like he’s not thinking about rolling you onto your back, splitting you open on his cock, stuffing you full until you’re crying with it.
he won't.
he never would.
you’re too sweet. too soft.
he’s ruined enough just loving you.
he won't drag you down into the filth with him.
still.
he bites his lip hard enough to taste blood, humping the mattress in short, frantic little jerks, his whole body going tight, trying to finish quick so he doesn’t wake you.
he cums like a fucking animal, teeth gritted, hips stuttering, cock throbbing in his boxers while he chokes on your name.
he tucks you closer after.
pretends he’s a good man.
pretends he’s not leaving a sticky patch on the sheets where he held you too tight.
pretends he deserves you.
and you — sweet thing you are — you just sigh in your sleep and nuzzle closer.
like you know.
like you want him anyway.