It was amazing. Steven was so sweet and Tom took my phone and made over 10 selfies. They both liked my art. Needless to say my life feels nearly complete now.
It all started with a package left outside his room. Simon had a rough day, and was ready to call it a night. Although keeping track of the days, it was generally believed to be near the middle of December.
And if the weather was any indication, it was shaping up to be a cold winter. Even the hot water afforded to the citizens of the Sanctuary didn’t seem to be enough to fully warm him up. He kept his towel around his neck, using it as a makeshift scarf to keep in what little warmth the shower had given him.
So when he saw a bag hanging from the door to his room, Simon was a little confused. He glanced up and down the hallway, seeing if whoever had left the package was still around. The dark hallway was empty and quiet, only the ever present hum of machines reverberated through the building. It was after curfew after all.
Seeing no one, he grabbed the bag and entered his room. He hung his towel up and turned the gift bag over in his hands. There was no note on the outside, so he assumed it was for him and opened the bag. Inside was a pair of gloves. As he examined them, he saw that they were handmade. The knitted stitches were even and tight, but did not have the appearance of a pair made by machine. The yarn was smooth, dark blue with brown accents.
When he tried them on, they fit well, keeping his hands warm while still allowing for movement. Each stitch flexed easily, but stayed snug against his skin. He pawed through the rest of the bag, but there was no note explaining the gift or who it was from.
Simon yawned, the events of the day catching up with him. Giving the gloves one more look, he removed them and set them down on his desk. He’d worry about the mystery gift tomorrow. The comfort of his warm bed beckoned to him, and the fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next few days passed without incident. Simon was thankful for the new gloves that had appeared at his door. His old pair had gotten ragged, allowing wisps of cold air to stiffen his fingers. Now his hands stayed warm and decidedly not stiff.
While walking with Negan one morning to survey the supply trucks that had returned that morning, the aforementioned boss zeroed in on the new addition to Simon’s wardrobe.
“Pretty fancy gloves you got there, Simon,” Negan said offhand.
Simon flexed his hands.
“Yeah, pretty nice,” he said simply.
“Where’d ya get them? Looks homemade.”
Simon shrugged.
“Got left at my door.”
Negan’s eyes lit up and his mouth split into a shit eating grin.
“Oh ho, does Simon have a secret admirer?”
Simon internally groaned. Negan may be king dick in charge, but he could be like a gossipping soccer mom when he wanted.
“I don’t know about that. Probably a thank you gift from someone. The people love their Saviors,” he evaded.
Negan didn’t want to let the matter drop. After all, needling people was one of his favorite past times. Negan liked to think he was a pretty fair guy, so even his second-in-command was not safe from this activity.
“Wonder if she’s cute? I know there is till some prime wife material running around,” he mused out loud.
When Simon only hmm’d in response, Negan shook his head.
“What’s the matter? Don’t want a little lady to come home to? Knitting you socks? Shit, that sounds nice. Wonder what else she could knit?” Negan trailed off as he let his mind wander.
Simon thought about Negan's words. He had a few companions since the world fell, and never more than a night. It was all stress relief, more like mutual masturbation than anything including feelings. In the beginning, the world was unstable, too unstable to pursue anything of merit. Even now, with the security of Sanctuary, the idea of having something serious with someone seemed farfetched.
Simon was broken from his thoughts when Negan’s hand came down abruptly on his shoulder.
“Or… it could be a guy,” Negan said, raising his brows exaggeratedly.
Simon’s groans were audible this time, and Negan laughed at his reaction. The mustached man cut his eyes to his leader in annoyance.
“What? No judgements here,” Negan said twirling Lucille before raising his hands in a defensive shrug.
A shout drew the pair’s attention, and Simon was thankful for the interruption. Negan gave Simon a wink.
“Enough gossiping, apparently some assholes can’t do their jobs properly. Let’s get to work.”
A few days later, another gift was left. Simon opened the bag quickly, and found a chunky knit cowl scarf folded neatly at the bottom.
This time, there was a note. He unfolded the scrap of paper, and smiled at the words written in a delicate script.
Glad the gloves fit. Stay warm.
Simon fingered the soft yarn. This time it was a dark grey. Instead of hanging, the ends of the scarf would button under his chin. It was as if the maker made it specifically with Simon’s job in mind. A dark color and no dangling bits for a walker to grab ahold of.
Negan once had a slight mishap when a walker grabbed his scarf from behind. After that, Negan made sure his trademark red scarf was tucked securely into his jacket.
Simon scoured the note, looking for any clue as to who had written it. The handwriting, he guessed, could be seen as feminine. The message itself was written on a random scrap of paper. No hints as to the identity of the person to be found.
As he held the gift in his hand, he was surprised that a literal lightbulb didn’t appear over his head.
The Marketplace. If they were getting yarn, it would have either been a perk from scavenging or bought with points. As far as he knew, none of the Saviors had a talent for knitting, so it had to be a worker. Plan and gift in hand, he headed to the communal area of the factory.
Despite the early hour, there were still people picking over organic pickles, new clothes, and other sundries. Simon nodded to several workers before coming to a stop in front of Shirley. She was in charge of deducting points for purchases and keeping the marketplace in some semblance of order.
Simon gave the octogenarian a winning smile as he leaned on her desk.
“Good morning sunshine.”
The older woman was living proof that the 80s were the new 60s. She had survived the initial outbreak alone in her house, shot gun in hand. When they had found her, Negan loved her no nonsense attitude when she berated them for wearing dirty boots inside her house. And now she ruled the Marketplace with an iron fist.
“Cut the baloney Simon,” she said dryly, not looking up from her ledgers.
“You wound me,” Simon said dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest.
Shirley sighed and looked at Simon, lowering her glasses to put the full force of her glare on him unhindered.
“What do you want?”
Simon produced the gloves and cowl, setting them on top of her books.
“You sell any yarn lately? Knitting supplies?”
Shirley furrowed her brows.
“Not too many people waste their points on craft supplies,” she said examining the items.
“Though these are pretty nice. They’d be good sellers.”
She looked back up at Simon who was looking at her expectantly.
“A name?”
Shirley held out her hand expectantly, raising a brow. Simon sighed.
“Aw, c’mon Shirl. We can call it a Christmas gift for your favorite Savior.”
She pursed her lips and flipped through her ledger.
“You find me a bottle of wine. Nice stuff, off the books.”
“Yes ma’am,” Simon agreed quickly.
As Shirley scanned the pages, she found the entry she was looking for and wrote down the details of the purchase.
She handed Simon the information, jerking it back when he reached for it.
“A red, preferably Cabernet. A shiraz will do if you can’t find one. Not a pussy Merlot.”
“You got it,” he said, thinking of the wine surplus that the Saviors had squirreled away.
Shirley gave him a long look before handing over the paper.
“Be nice to her. If I hear anything untoward, I will display your balls right here on my desk.”
Simon gave her a reassuring nod, while his balls seemed to climb back up into his body at her words.
You sat in one of the greenhouses, knitting needles clacking between your fingers. The woolly hat you were working on was coming together quickly. Sure, a loom would be faster, but in your opinion, not as well made.
You had spent the last bit of your surplus points on the new yarn. It was thicker and a higher quality than your previous finds. It was perfect for a toboggan for a certain Savior.
Elsie, one of the other women working in the gardens had tried to convince you to just give Simon the gifts, rather than leave them for him to find. But you couldn’t. You fucked up your first and only meaningful interaction with the mustached Savior, and still felt embarrassed months later.
A shadow fell over you, and you nearly jumped to your feet. You scrambled to gather your things.
“Sorry Marv, I didn’t realize my break was over,” you said hastily, keeping your eyes down to not draw the ire of your boss.
A hand, slimmer than Marv’s, reached down to pluck the half finished hat out of your hand.
“This gonna be for me too?” a familiar voice asked.
You looked up to see Simon studying the hat’s stitches, careful to not let your hard work unravel.
“What?” you squeaked, not mentally nor physically prepared to see the object of your affection standing next to you, let alone talking to you.
“Your name is (Y/N), right? Work in the green houses. I asked around,” he said, still looking at the hat.
You chewed your lip, running through all the possible scenarios that could take place. All seemed to point to disaster.
Simon picked up on your unease and knelt next to you.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya. Just wanted to say thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you said softly, keeping your eyes to the ground, hoping your hair camouflaged your red face.
A warm hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes up to meet his.
“So what reason does a pretty gal like you have for giving an old man like me gifts?” he asked, giving you a smile.
“I wanted to say… thank you. You probably don’t remember, but you offered me gelato on my first day here,” you explained hesitantly, not wanting to revisit your embarrassing first meeting with him.
Simon’s eyes widened when he remembered the event.
“You ran away from me. Negan busted my balls for days after that. Said my mustache scared you off,” he said, laughing at the memory.
His laugh was infectious, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly.
“It wasn’t your mustache. I like it. You just took me off guard. I didn’t expect to draw the attention of the right hand man of Negan,” you explained through your laughter.
“You say that, but you are still laughing. I’m not sure if I believe you,” Simon said, mock pouting.
“I do, I do,” you promised.
Simon looked at you unconvinced.
“Prove it. Meet me for gelato, tonight after dinner. For real this time, no running.”
You felt your face heat up, but found yourself nodding at his request.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said.
Simon smiled, and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. It was then you noticed he was wearing your gloves, and the cowl you had made him.
You took his hand, and he helped you up easily. After standing, he kept a hold of your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
“See you tonight,” he said, bringing your cold fingers up to his mouth to place a kiss on the tips.
You nodded, liking the way his mustache brushed against your skin.
Simon’s Advent Calendar Challenge Day 5: Christmas Movies
Characters: Simon x OFC
Rating: NSFW, Explicit
Warnings: Smut (like…a lot), vague mentions of past sexual abuse, mentions of pornography, mentions of bodily fluids, unprotected sex, cursing, degrading Santa’s reputation (???)
Word Count: 7K
Summary: Carmen requested a special Christmas tradition from Simon, but things took a different turn when Simon mistakenly brought some XXX to the holidays.
This is for the “Simon’s Advent Calendar Challenge” by @simons-thirst-squad. I chose the prompt “Christmas Movies” and I decided to take this down a very dirty path. I’ve never written Simon smut before, but I’ve been wanting to so here ya go. Hope its dirty enough for you coal getting, name on the naughty list, thirsty squad of Simon!
Also, the movie mentioned in this story is very real so I cannot take credit for the heinous title.
It was late. The halls of the Sanctuary were empty and silent. She knew if she were anyone else she’d be escorted back to her room for being out after curfew, but she had obtained perks throughout her stay at the Sanctuary. And they were all thanks to a man named Simon.
Carmen turned the last corner and spotted the lone door at the end of the hallway. She was in a secluded part of the factory, but the location was not by accident. Only the best for Negan’s top executive. She made her booted footsteps muted as she slowly walked towards the closed door. There was a soft light emanating from the crack at the bottom. She sucked in a large breath and released it slowly. She was nervous.
She and Simon had become an item recently. When he’d found her out in the shell of what was left of the world she’d been a prisoner. She’d been a hostage among men of the most brutal caliber. Simon had saved her. And perhaps it was the savior complex that tethered her to him at first, but over time her fondness for him never waned. There’d been other suitors who’d approached her, their interest written all over their face and their words dripping with it. She’d never once been tempted to explore those options. She’d only ever felt safe and comfortable with the mustached man who’d bragged about gelato upon their first meeting. She smiled at the memory.
She fidgeted with her dark hair, thankful she had at least had the forethought to check her reflection in one of the mirrors from the communal bathrooms. Her hair ran down her back in natural waves, the frizz apparent after a long day. Her dark eyes were weary, much like everyone’s nowadays, but they shined with anticipation for what was to come. Her complexion was lighter now that the summer months were long gone, but her natural caramel color was still apparent. The dark circles under her eyes were visible, but had faded over time. She’d scrutinized her appearance with a critical eye, wishing she’d spent more of her points on makeup or clothing. Her red plaid button-up was wrinkled and smelled of baby powder. Her black jeans had a poor excuse for a patch over one knee, the shade of black not at all a match to the rest of the fabric. She looked presentable in the context of an apocalyptic world, but not for a meeting with a potential….what? What was Simon to her?
A soft thud sounded from the room just beyond the door and she slammed back into the current moment. She shook her head to rid her mind of anymore self-analytical thoughts and lifted a fist to knock. The knocks sounded small to her ears, but she knew Simon heard them. She could hear him shuffling to get to the door. She shifted back on her feet as the door swept open, revealing a far more relaxed looking Simon than she was used to seeing.
“Hey…” He was smiling wide, his teeth on display as he met her eyes. Carmen couldn’t help but to return the sentiment.
“Hey yourself,” She threw back, her gaze momentarily straying to the extra buttons undone on his grey shirt. His many belts were gone from his waist. His shirt was half untucked, his sleeves still rolled to his elbows. His boots were still on his feet, but she could tell the laces were loosened. He looked at ease and happy to see her.
“Come on in,” He ushered her inside, moving aside to allow her to slip passed him.
Carmen let her eyes dance over the space. She’d never been to his room before. It was large and surprisingly inviting. There was a large bed, perhaps a queen-sized mattress, with a dark tan comforter and chocolate-colored sheets. The pillows were large and looked extremely fluffy. The bed was simply made, with a soft cream knit throw blanket at the end of the bed. It was unexpectedly warm and domestic for the man who was near the same level of dangerous as Negan. There was a small kitchenette with various cooking utensils and refrigerator. There was even a small dining table for two. A brown leather couch sat alongside one wall with a dresser and television set positioned across from it. A door in the far-left corner had Carmen deducing it was a bathroom. His set up was nice…a palace compared to what most had.
“Wow…this is amazing.” She stated in slight awe. She felt a pull towards his bed, but kept her feet firmly planted in the center of the room. It’d been far too long since she’d felt the plushness of a mattress. She slept on a cot in a room with two other women.
“Oh uh, thanks.” He sounded sheepish as he shut the door and turned to face her. His hands were shoved into his pockets and Carmen couldn’t help but notice how boyish he looked standing there. He had to be at least ten years older than her, but he looked remarkably juvenile…in a positive way. That was one thing she had liked about Simon from the beginning. He made her laugh, and he did so by projecting a child-like quality that was robbed from this world years earlier. She was sure his charm would’ve been anything but appealing before the turn, but now it reminded her that there was a world beyond the dead…one with human emotion still summering at the surface.
“You want something to drink?” He asked as he scratched at the back of his neck. He was nervous and the realization calmed Carmen’s own nerves. It’d been so long since she’d entertained the idea of being with a man. It’d been even longer since she’d acted on it. She was never good at projecting her interest to the opposite sex.
“Sure. Whatcha got?” She watched as he moved towards his refrigerator, his hulking frame looking ten times larger in the semi-confined space.
“I got beer. Home brew.”
He was talking into the fridge as he bent down to pull two bottles from the shelves. Carmen unabashedly zeroed in on his ass. She’d glimpsed the sight a time or two before and was not disappointed. He straightened up and turned to face her, an eyebrow raised at her in question. She belatedly realized he had asked her a question and she had failed to supply an answer.
“Oh yeah, that’d be great.” She said with a slight laugh. He smiled and popped the two tops with ease only a master drinker could accomplish. His biceps were straining against his shirt and she once again tried to keep from staring too long. He made it to her in three large steps and she took the outstretched bottle from his calloused hand. Their skin met for the briefest of moments and she noted how much warmth he seemed to radiate.
“Cheers to the most wonderful time of the year,” Simon deadpanned. Carmen laughed, raising her bottle to clink with his. The liquid was bitter, but the aftertaste was pleasant. It reminded her of hot summer days and football games. It reminded her of her family. A twinge of sadness accompanied the memories, but she quickly pushed them away. That was another life, another time.
“Its good, right?” Simon asked, his boyish grin back on his mustached face. She nodded in agreement, wiping some of the brew from her lips. She belatedly noticed the table-top Christmas tree on his dresser. It was a cheap, plastic structure with colored lights and a hideous looking gold star on top. It was the kind you’d see inside of a dollar store before the turn. But in Simon’s room it looked almost delicate.
“Feeling the Christmas spirit?” Carmen asked, her head tilting in the direction of the miniature aluminum tree. Simon’s gaze followed her movements and he smirked.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for the old man in red.” He joked, arms outstretched in confession.
Carmen laughed, the sound not unfamiliar to her ears when in his presence. Their eyes locked for a few seconds longer than necessary and she could feel her cheeks heat at the gesture. She thought about his visit to her earlier that day. She’d been cleaning up the makeshift school room after all the children had gone when he’d stopped by. He’d promised her a gift, though he wouldn’t say what it was. He’d asked her to come by later in the evening and she’d agreed without hesitation. She trusted him. And if she was being honest, she was hoping they’d take whatever they were doing to a more physical level.
She cleared her throat, adverting her gaze to the only window in the space. The moon was full and its luminescent light bled into the room. “So…where’s my gift?” She teased. He laughed in response and she felt her body start to tingle at the sound.
“Ah, I see. Only here for the promise of free shit.” He feigned hurt as he placed a hand to his chest.
“You can’t promise a girl a gift and expect her to think about anything else.” She fired back, her eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Touché.” He smirked, nodding his head in defeat. She watched as he took a pull from his beer and turned away from her and towards the dresser. His shoulders were wide and they stretched the material of his already tight shirt as he moved.
“So, you remember what you asked me to find a few weeks ago?” He asked with his back still to her. He was rummaging through the top drawer and Carmen tried to peek over his shoulder, though the gesture was useless. He was much taller than her five-foot-two frame.
“Ummm….” She trailed off, trying to place the conversation he’d been referring to. It clicked for her when she thought back to the interaction they’d had right after “Thanksgiving”. There was no way to be sure if they were correct on their timeline of celebrations, but the weather provided enough clues. Carmen had been making a list of things she needed for the classroom when Simon stopped by. They’d chatted and flirted with ease, a dance they were familiar with. He’d happily taken the list from her and assured her he’d try his hardest to collect the supplies. At the last item on the list he’d raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She’d hesitantly written down “Christmas movies” in delicate cursive. She’d been on the hunt for any kind of Christmas loot so that she could dress up the room for the kids and give them a piece of what they used to have or never did have. It was a frivolous request and she’d told Simon not to worry about it, but he was adamant he would try.
The memory was gone in an instant when a slamming of a drawer brought her back to the present. Simon turned back to her, a stack of DVDs and VHS tapes clutched in both of his large hands. Carmen could feel a wetness trying to reach her eyes, but she quickly banished the emotion. She didn’t know why the gesture had made her emotional, but she had a feeling it had everything to do with the man before her.
“I told you I’d come through. I’m a man of my word.” Simon presented the tattered and beat up movies to her and Carmen set down her beer to inspect his finds. She knew her mouth was hanging open slightly and her already large eyes were widened in disbelief. It was a small favor, but nowadays a small favor could get someone killed. Simon didn’t have to do what he did, he didn’t have to put his life on the line for her, but he did…more than once.
“I can’t believe you actually found some.” She said in awe as she read each title, nostalgia hitting her like an ocean wave. Some of her favorites were among the stack. A Christmas Story, Rudolph, Miracle on 34th Street. There were a few she’d never heard of before but she was sure the children would love them. Carmen tore her gaze from the items and met Simon’s warm eyes. He was looking at her with an emotion she couldn’t define, but that she didn’t to want to look away from.
“Wasn’t hard to find. Just hope they still work.” He said as he grabbed a few from her hands to fiddle with. Carmen bit her lip, trying to contain the smile that was threatening to burst off her face. Her eyes zeroed in on a black box atop the dresser behind him and her eyes lit up.
“Let’s find out.” She exclaimed excitedly as she blindly reached for a DVD from his hand and walked to the DVD/VHS combo on his dresser. “This thing works, right?” She belatedly asked as she searched for the power button. She heard Simon chuckle behind her and then felt his warmth as he walked up and stopped just short of pressing his front into her back. His hand came out to press the button she’d been searching for, his arm nearly locking her in against his hard body and the piece of furniture. His scent filled her nostrils. He smelled like the wind, beer, and a hint of something spicy, cologne most likely. She struggled not to her push her backside into him. The temptation was there and she could feel herself ready to topple over the edge.
The once black screen of the television came to life and she realized Simon had turned it on. They both stepped back, waiting as the machines came to life. Carmen grabbed the DVD case of the movie she’d chosen and furrowed her brows. The cover was badly weathered, the title not clearly visible. She looked closer and could see the faded picture of a man dressed as Santa Clause and what looked like a girl sitting in his lap. Suddenly, music pierced the silence and a grainy image of a snowy New York skyline appeared on screen.
“I don’t think I know this one.” Carmen said as she and Simon looked on. He was nursing his beer, his arms cross across his wide chest. He looked deep in thought, as if he was trying to place the movie as well.
“Yeah, me either.” He finally said. Carmen startled abruptly as a loud and exaggerated moan filled the air, the image of a busy street replaced with a busty blonde being thoroughly ravaged by a man dressed as Santa, equipped with white beard and glasses. The image was unexpected and disturbing. The sounds of two people fucking echoed off the walls and seemed to magnify by the second. Simon started to cough and sputter, and Carmen realized he had choked on a swig of his beer. They both seemed paralyzed, unable to make a move to end the debauchery. A title in bold gold letters swept across the screen as Santa continued to fuck his “naughty girl”.
Miracle on 69th Street
Clever, Carmen thought. Simon hurried to shut the movie off, first muting the television and then stopping the movie altogether. The room was filled with only the sound of their breathing as they struggled to find their bearings. It seemed neither one of them knew what to say or do. Carmen tentatively met Simon’s eyes and she was surprised by her reaction. She laughed. It started as a giggle, but continued until she was clutching her stomach. Simon joined in, unable to dismiss the complete ridiculousness of the situation.
“I cannot believe that just happened.” Carmen managed to say between bouts of laughter. Her eyes had overflowed with tears and this time she didn’t stop them from falling. She wiped at the moisture as Simon clutched his stomach in amusement.
“What the fuck did we just witness?” He asked, running a hand over his moustache to smooth down the wayward whiskers. His smile was displayed brightly, his teeth impeccably white for the end of the world.
Carmen shook her head as her laughter turned to giggles. “I think my childhood is ruined.” She stated ruefully. Her cheeks hurt from the laughter and she could feel that they were pink with embarrassment. She had watched porn on occasion before the turn, but she’d never taken part in watching with a boyfriend. The act always felt too intrusive. That especially felt true in that moment. With Simon. Alone in his room. But there was an undertone of lust beneath the surface. She couldn’t deny she felt it. And she had a feeling he did too.
They had both stopped laughing and were now trying not to stare at the other, but failing miserably. They caught each other’s eyes and the instant they met, Carmen made a decision. She took a step towards him and he seemed to read her mind. He matched her movements and soon they were so close she couldn’t tell where his breath began and hers ended.
“Simon,” She breathed out. She could feel his heated gaze on her full lips and she licked them in response. The warm cocoa of his eyes had shifted to black. The change made her shiver.
“Carmen,” He responded. His voice low and gravelly with desire. The air around them was brimming with sexual tension. It had never been this intense with them before, but Carmen knew it had always been there; just waiting to show itself and combust. She stepped closer to him, if at all possible. It made it difficult for them to meet gazes, but she didn’t care. She leaned forward onto her tiptoes and brought her mouth to his ear.
“Kiss me.” She demanded and she swore she heard him growl. The sound fanned the already ravenous fire inside her. Simon wasted no time and pulled her flush against him as he attacked her waiting mouth. They clashed in a mass of lips, tongues, and hands. Carmen clung to his shirt as his lips dominated hers, his tongue gliding with hers in the most erotic fashion. The man could fucking kiss. He tasted like beer and citrus. His moustache tickled her skin, but she paid no mind to the delicious burn it left behind. His hands gripped at her waist, but she needed more. She pushed her chest up and into his, hoping he picked up on her hint. His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, his teeth nibbling gently at the flesh. She allowed him more access as she leaned away to expose more of her skin to his hungry mouth. His hands still remained at her hips and she impatiently grabbed his left hand and placed it near her breast.
“Carmen, wait…” Simon rasped. His hands were back on her hips and he took a step back to allow space between their overheated bodies. Both of their chests were rising with rapid breaths, their lips swollen and red from their previous activities.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice no longer as confident as it had been. She watched as Simon ran a hand over his graying hair. He seemed to be struggling with something. Doubt crept into Carmen’s mind and she immediately started to feel self-conscious.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, the gentleness in his tone surprising her.
“Sure about what?”
“This.” He gestured to the space between the two of them but she was still confused. He took notice and elaborated with a sigh. “You and I.” He clarified.
Carmen closed the gap between them, her hands now back on his chest. She felt his own hands encircle her waist and she relished the comfort it brought her. She met his stare from beneath her dark lashes and she smiled softly up at him. Simon had always been gentle with her. She’d seen it the minute he’d saved her from hell. As a high-ranking official in the Sanctuary, Simon was someone to take notice of. He was someone to either impress or stay out of his way. He was a severe man with an air about him that demanded respect. He was like Negan in that way. He could be just as intimidating as the man himself. Many feared Simon about as much as they feared the Sanctuary’s leader. But Carmen had never been the target of such behavior. Simon had seen what she’d been through. She’d never explained in detail, but he had an idea. The pieces weren’t hard to put together. And because of that he’d been softer with her. He’d gone out of his way to make her comfortable. And for a while she thought it was all out of pity, but the more time they spent together and the more she observed how he acted around everyone else had her believing otherwise.
“Simon,” She started, the confidence in her voice slowly creeping back in. She rubbed against him as she lifted herself to his lips. She could feel his fingers digging in to the flesh of her hips as she nibbled at his chin and neck. He was tense beneath her, but he wasn’t stopping her either. “I want this.” She whispered against his mouth. “I want you.” She added as her hands started to travel to the button of his pants.
She knew he wanted her. She’d felt his erection pressing into her while they’d been making out like teenagers. Carmen knew he was trying to show some restrain and be a gentleman. She knew he was trying to show compassion for what she’d experienced, and while she was grateful for that, she was also a grown woman. A grown woman with grown woman needs.
“Fuck, Carmen…” He trailed off as she sucked hungrily at his neck, leaving a mark. Her fingers untucked the rest of his shirt and hungrily groped at his chiseled stomach and chest. She hadn’t realized how starved she’d been for human touch, but now that she’d had a taste she didn’t think she’d ever get enough.
Simon finally responded to her ministrations and moved his hands under her flannel. His hands felt delicious along the curve of her back. They traveled up to her bra and stopped, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Their lips met again and a certainness was there that wasn’t present before. His hands finally gave her what she craved and skimmed along her ribs to grope her soft breasts. She whimpered into his mouth as he moved the cup of her bra away and made contact with her nipple. It immediately puckered at his touch. His hands felt so good, but she knew it could feel better.
“Too many clothes.” She pouted once they’d taken a breath for air. He seemed to agree and chuckled as he removed his hands from her shirt and helped her unbutton it. The garment was quickly discarded to the floor once all the buttons had been undone. Her breasts were heaving in the black bra they were encased in. Simon’s eyes devoured her and she fought not to cover herself. He seemed to sense her anxiousness and started working on the buttons of his own shirt. She watched as more and more of his tanned and toned skin was revealed. She’d felt his abs under her fingertips but seeing them was something completely different. He looked like he was carved out of stone. He threw his shirt to the ground and reached out for her. She obliged and stepped back into his embrace. The skin on skin contact felt heavenly. They tasted each other again as Simon’s hands moved to the clasp on the back of her bra. The material loosened beneath his touch and she allowed it to fall away from her body.
“God, you are gorgeous.”
His words and the way he was looking at her made a blush color her cheeks and her thighs clench together in want. She could feel her arousal seep into her underwear, the feeling uncomfortable but welcomed. Carmen felt her lust skyrocket at the look in his eye. She gazed downward and noticed the obvious bulge beneath his pants. She didn’t want to go slow anymore. She needed to feel all of him and soon. She moved her fingers to the button of her jeans and undid them while simultaneously kicking off her boots. She shimmied the denim over her shapely hips and down her thighs until they were low enough that she could kick them off. Simon watched her curiously, but copied her actions and undressed down to his black boxer briefs. Carmen pulled him to her and all but attacked him with her mouth. They explored each other as hands groped and squeezed in the name of desire. She felt Simon start to shift them back towards his bed and Carmen allowed him to do so. They stopped once her legs met the edge of the mattress.
Carmen’s bare back met the softness of his comforter as Simon held himself above her. He pressed his clothed cock into her damp center, making her moan out wantonly. He did it again and she awarded him with a similar response. Her nails bit into the muscles of his back and shoulders as he shifted down her body, his moustache providing a stimulating friction she wanted more of. His fingers hooked into the delicate lace of her black panties, but he didn’t remove them immediately. Her eyes found his and she could see the silent question in them. She nodded, biting her lip and squeezing her thighs together. He grinned at the invitation and her blatant display of enticement. She lifted her hips for him as he began to move the material away from her body, her desperation for him now on full display. She watched as he brought her panties to his nose and breathed in. The action immediately made her legs close and her hips swivel against the mattress.
“No, baby…keep those magnificent thighs open.” Simon chided, prying her legs back open with his hands. He knelt on the floor and pulled her closer to the edge by her ankles, causing a small yelp to escape her lips. She giggled as he licked his lips and inched his way closer to her aching pussy. He was eyeing her like prey and she ate it up. She felt a thick finger glide across her swollen lips, gathering the wetness that had spilled over. Carmen briefly felt embarrassed by her body’s reaction, but Simon’s words halted those feelings immediately.
“I cannot wait to taste that sweet syrup.”
Carmen moaned and gripped the bedding as he teased her entrance. Her hips pushed against his finger, but he placed a palm against her stomach to halt her movements. She was growing frustrated with his teasing and she was about to tell him such when he licked a long strip against her flesh. He left no area untouched as he feasted on her. Carmen writhed and moaned, lights flashing behind her eyelids as she gave herself over to the sensations. His mouth felt delicious on her bare skin and the coarseness of his facial hair stung her flesh in the most erotic way possible.
“Shit,” She cursed as the coil within her started to unravel. Simon’s pace increased and she squeezed his head between her thighs when he thrust his finger inside her. She unabashedly grabbed his head and moved against him as her orgasm started to rip through her. Her whole body contracted and she felt suspended in space. She had no idea what sounds were leaving her mouth, but she didn’t care. She felt a rush of arousal seep out of her and right into Simon’s eager mouth. Her pussy continued to spasm as Simon relentlessly consumed her. She whimpered and gently pushed him away as all feeling came back to her body and the sensation of him became too much. He laughed, but relented. She watched with heavily lidded eyes as he wiped his glistening mouth and moustache with the back of his hand. He winked at her as he moved a hand into his briefs and began to touch himself. Carmen nearly rolled her eyes at the sight and her thighs immediately clenched. She thought her body couldn’t take anymore, but Simon’s actions were revving her up for more.
She sat up on her knees, her inner thighs slick with saliva and her own juices. She reached out for him and he obliged, moving closer to her. Carmen licked and nibbled at his solid chest, her small hands moving to the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down and over his cock. He was long and thick and pulsating with need. Her eyes took in the image before her. Simon had his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure while his hands tangled themselves in her dark tresses. Carmen let her lips trail down his body until she was able to take him into her mouth. The grip on her hair tightened as she suctioned her lips around him, forgoing any teasing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He chanted above her as she used one of her hands to pump him in time with her mouth and tongue. She almost couldn’t fit him all the way in, but she relaxed her throat and swallowed him. Simon growled above her and she instantly felt his body go rigid. She mimicked her movements, wanting to taste more of him. A hint of salt touched her tongue and she knew he was getting close. She pulled away from him to catch her breath and was rewarded with a bead of precum at his tip. She licked at it hungrily.
“Carmen…you have to stop…I’m gonna cum.” His words were breathy and tense, warning her of his impending orgasm. As much as she wanted him to come undone in her mouth, she needed him inside her.
She released him and he hungrily kissed her, both of his hands encasing her face as he moved her onto her back. His solid form covered her softer one as they lay in a mass of limbs. Without the barrier of clothes, they rutted against each other in animalistic passion. Carmen widened her legs to accommodate Simon’s large form. She could feel his dick at her entrance and she thrusted her hips upward to welcome him. Simon pulled himself away from her neck and held himself above her while he lined himself up with her slit.
“Ready?” He asked, breathless and with a touch of tenderness. Carmen rolled her hips against his and smirked at the grimace that painted his features. “That a yes?” He chuckled as he moved a hand between their bodies to grasp ahold of himself.
“That’s a hell yes…” She whispered, voice thick with lust. Carmen gasped as he finally plunged inside her. The sensation was all consuming. There was a slight burn, the fullness she felt bordering on uncomfortable. But she didn’t tell him to stop. Her whole body tensed and she knew Simon could feel it. He cursed above her, his chest heaving against her own.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, though she could tell it would take everything in him to do so, but he would if she said. He would stop in an instant if he knew she didn’t want to continue. But despite the slight pain, Carmen wanted it…and then some.
“No, don’t stop…” She gasped out as he shifted above her. Her body was starting to accommodate him and the burn was ebbing. She was vaguely aware of her tense limbs and she forced herself to go lax.
“You gotta relax, baby…” Simon softly whispered as he began to pull out and dive back in. Carmen nodded and focused on the pleasure, the warmth of Simon’s body, and his voice. “You feel so good, Carmen…so tight and wet.” His words were doing the trick and her legs widened as he picked up his pace. Carmen moaned as he started to go faster, his rough hand massaging one of her breasts. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, encouraging him. His mouth was on her neck, sucking and licking her flesh until it was sore and bruised. She craved more. Carmen clenched her inner walls around him, nearly suffocating his girth. Simon’s hips stuttered and his head fell into the crook of her neck at the action. “Fuck…” He growled against her. “Do that again.” He requested breathlessly. Carmen happily obliged, pushing her hips up to meet his as she locked him inside her depths. “Goddamn, that feels heavenly…”
Carmen bit her bottom lip and moaned directly into Simon’s ear as he stayed unmoving above her. She began to fuck herself on his dick, thrusting her hips so that he slid against her slick walls. Simon’s teeth bit into her shoulder at the action and she relished the power she held in that moment. The room was filled with their heavy breathing and the vulgar sounds of their bodies meeting. There wasn’t a headboard to bang against the wall, but if there was Carmen was sure it’d alert others of their activities.
Simon’s hips came down on hers to halt her movements and she whimpered as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he took over. “Harder.” She moaned out and he wasted no time in giving in to her request. His hips thrusted with a brutal force, one that made her stomach start to tingle with the familiar sensation. Whimpers and moans of mindless pleasure started to pour from her lips as he pounded her into his mattress. Her nails dug into his back and she could hear him hiss above her at the gesture. Carmen was on the cusp of falling into oblivion. “On top…I wanna be on top.” She breathed out. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, the lust evident.
Simon stopped and looked down at her, his forehead shimmering with a sheen of sweat. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but when he met her dark eyes the lines smoothed out. He smiled down at her with a hint of surprise in her brazenness. “Your wish is my command.”
Unexpectedly, he rolled them so that he was on his back and she was straddling his hips, all while he was still encased inside her. Carmen moaned long and slow at the shift in positions, testing the new feelings of pleasure by rotating her hips slowly. She felt Simon’s hands on her hips and ass, the contrast of his rough skin against her soft flesh made her spine tingle. She threw her head back and let Simon have full access to her breasts as they bounced above him. He twisted her nipples with his fingers and then grasped at the fleshy mounds hungrily. Carmen grasped both of his wrists in her hands, not stopping him but urging him to continue.
“Shit, you look fucking amazing like this.” Simon growled as she continued to ride him. Her pace increased and she felt him shift below her. She suddenly felt his chest against hers and realized he’d moved upright to lean against the wall so that they were nearly face to face. His hands grasped her ass, encouraging her movements. Carmen surrendered to the sensations, moaning Simon’s name as he attacked her breasts with is mouth.
“I’m close…so close.” Carmen warned, hips now rutting in a frantic manner. He captured her lips with his own while his hand ventured down her body and to the place they were joined. He found her clit and massaged the bundle of nerves in an unforgiving manner. Carmen cried out and felt her body tense around him. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pulled Simon against her in what she was sure was a painfully tight embrace as she came undone. Her body rocked and shivered with tremors, the blood rushing to her ears. She could feel her release coating Simon’s cock and their thighs, the surge of pleasure crashing over her like a wave. It was intense and almost too powerful for her body. She could feel Simon’s hands all over. From her hips to her naked back, she could feel his fingertips dance across her sweaty skin. He tangled them into the ends of her hair as reality came back into the forefront and the fog started to clear.
They stayed like that for a moment. Her with her arms entangled in his hair and him mirroring her embrace, not an inch of space available between them. She could still feel him pulsing inside her and she couldn’t help but to squeeze him in response. He groaned into her ear and took that as his cue to start moving. He switched their positions so that Carmen now lay spread out below him. She still felt the aftershocks of her orgasm, the haze still clearing from her mind as Simon began to thrust into her now flooded pussy. He remained upright, watching his dick disappear into her body. He was coated with a mixture of their juices and Carmen could see the hunger in his eyes as his pace increased. His muscles flexed and the vein in his neck protruded as he thrust, his hands holding her legs open at an obscene angle.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He panted as he jackhammered into her. Carmen moaned at the statement, wanting to see and feel him lose control. She let him do as he pleased, her limbs feeling too heavy to move. She could feel the already unraveled coil ready to release again and she shook her head at the realization. Her body was too sensitive. She couldn’t do another. But Simon could read her body and he doubled his efforts. A finger landed on her clit and she whimpered in response. “Cum with me, baby…I wanna see you.” Simon demanded and she found herself doing as he said.
She felt his body go rigid as his hands gripped her thighs painfully. He went still as he emptied hot streams of cum inside her quaking walls. Carmen cried out at the smaller orgasm his own triggered. Her hands knotted into the bedsheets above her while her back arched off the bed. He pulled out of her mid-release and let the remaining streaks of his cum fall onto her pussy and stomach. Carmen welcomed the blatant display of marking his territory. He collapsed on top of her, uncaring about the mess between them. She cradled him, letting her fingertips stroke his back as they both caught their breaths.
“Holy shit, that was fucking amazing.”
Carmen couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat. As a result, their bodies shook with the movement and his now flaccid dick rubbed against her thoroughly fucked sex. They both groaned at the contact, but reveled in the pleasure it still provided to their overused bodies. Simon lifted himself up and onto his forearms so that he could look down at her. She met his gaze through heavy lids and despite everything, she felt a blush heat her cheeks. His fingers moved strands of hair from her face and gently caressed her neck, and she knew those were the places his mouth had marked her.
“You okay?” He asked, the gentleness back in his voice. Carmen smiled and captured his hand in her own against her neck.
“Better than okay.” She answered, wrapping her leg around his back to bring him towards her awaiting lips. He smiled and met her lips in a lazy, post-coital kiss.
Ten minutes later they had finally had enough strength to move and clean themselves up before getting situated under the covers. Carmen sat nestled into the crook of Simon’s arm as he sat against the wall, spooning gelato from a carton into her mouth and his.
“We should probably check the other movies before we let the kids watch them.” He quipped, letting her lips wrap around the spoon he’d held in front of her.
Carmen giggled and nodded as the cold dessert slid down her throat. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She sat up and turned to face him, holding the sheet to her chest in unnecessary modesty. She found his eyes and let her face turn serious. Simon immediately noticed and sobered. “Thank you.” At his confused gaze, she elaborated. “For everything…for saving me, for looking out for me, for getting those movies, for the mind-blowing sex…” At the last part, Simon almost looked sheepish and she grinned.
“It was my pleasure.” He said with a knowing smirk and a comical wag of his thick brows. She laughed and made a grab for the spoon sitting in the melting carton of gelato. “But really Carmen,” At the sound of his voice she met his eyes and found he was back to being serious. “I did those things because I care about you…have for a while.”
“Me too.” Carmen smiled shyly and grabbed the spoon again, scooping some of the sweet mixture onto the utensil. She brought it to Simon’s lips this time and he smiled before taking it into his mouth. His moustache had remnants of the gelato and she leaned forward to kiss it away. His hand cradled the back of her head as they got lost in each other.
When they finally pulled apart, Carmen placed herself into his lap and took over the feeding. She could feel him harden beneath her and she rubbed herself against him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Already?” He asked mischievously.
Carmen leaned forward to smear gelato on Simon’s neck and then let her tongue clean it away. She felt more than heard his breathing hitch as his hands gripped her hips. “I should ask you the same question.” She teased as she let his cock slip between her wet lips.
“I told you, I gotta soft spot for the man in red.” He retorted with a smirk and she burst into a fit of giggles. The gelato was long forgotten as they set out to prove that it was in fact the most wonderful time of the year.
Damn, but I love to see that blush.
Plus, when she stumbles and basically presses against me...her small softness against the large, hard planes of my torso...fuck, she's so hot and helpless it triggers all my white knight instincts that have laid dormant for so long.
I hope she is OK with being rescued by a gray knight.
And those light green eyes, looking up into mine...how her lips form the word "pleasure" and my name...yeah, I could live on feasting on and drinking from those lips.
I nod, so she knows I'm paying attention, but I'm trying to focus on getting us to the truck...I'm half carrying her, as she stays pressed against me.
Not that I'm complaining, of course.
More nodding as she talks about those who attacked her sister and the people she was with. Yeah, I know the type, and yeah, I'm listening. When she slows down and almost stops as we get to the truck, I turn to look down at her again, and hear every word.
Oh. Damn. She's not wearing any panties 'cuz those animals cut them off of her...AND she's worried about what I'd think of her. Hell, I've had women offer to blow me for a bottle of water, or a mouthful of jerky. As rare as underthings are in this brave new world, going commando is not really all that uncommon. But I understand...this woman is something of a lady, and I couldn't be happier.
Maybe she'll bring out the best in me.
I reach up with my free hand, and lightly brush her blushing cheek with the backs of my fingers...then brush an errant lock of hair behind her ear, speaking in a low growl that only she can hear as I realize the guys are all watching this.
Darlin' --- you're with a man who was raised to be a gentleman, a Navy veteran, and Negan's right hand man. I'll make sure you have no reason to be embarrassed, and I already know I could never think less of you...
Smiling as charmingly as possible, I move that free hand to her shoulder, and then lean down to place my lips nearly upon her delicate seashell ear.
...in fact, I am pretty sure I'll only be able to think MORE of you, as time goes by, Shelby.
Before she can react properly I've released her shoulder, while still holding her hand with the other, and I turn to face the boys. When I speak again, it's loud, firm, and clear in the authority I have, second only to Negan's.
As I speak, I point at the person I'm speaking to, even though I use their names. It's something that I picked up in the military, and something Negan noticed about me early on.
G-Man, jump up behind the wheel. You're gonna drop me and Nurse Shelby here off at Outpost Omega, and then head back to The Sanctuary when the rest of the boys come by after finishing up here.
Fartin' Frankie, c'mere and take shotgun. We're gonna ride in the crew cab.
Sure, it'll be a little tight for me, but that's OK. Gives me an excuse to be close to Shelby, and use the ride to the outpost to get...closer.
Gentlemen! I want you to make a sweep of this area, in a mile radius. If you run across this rapist crew, take whoever you can alive. I think some payback is in order. Just make sure you're back on the road before sunset, then swing by Outpost Omega so you can pick up G-Man and Frankie.
I'll get on the radio with Negan once I'm there to fill him in on how this all went...and right now, it's all good news.
Don't change that between now and then.
With that, they're moving to follow my orders, and I am turning toward the truck. Opening the passenger door, and then the extended crew cab door, I look back down on Shelby's pretty face.
Then I'm smiling again with all the gentlemanly charm I can muster, which is quite a fucking bit.
Ms. Shelby.
I release her hand, and the look on her face when I do that is priceless. Fuck, but she's a sweet lil damsel in distress, ain't she?
Relax. Trust me.
My left hand now slides up her back, up under her soft, dark hair, to wrap long, strong fingers around the nape of her neck...and I can't help but lick my lips at how delicious she feels in my grip.
I widen my stance, shift my hips, and lower my right shoulder...so that when my forearm slides against the backs of her knees, where the flesh is SO delicate and sensitive, it has the desired effect of making her knees weak...buckling...and I'm lifting her, with the backs of her thighs near her bare ass resting along the meat and cords of my forearm, as I steady her neck and head with my left hand.
She's up and on the seat before she knows what's happened...she's so light, and obviously willing to be handled...and then I've released her. The worn, black leather is probably warm, nearing hot...but she needs that...her skin was so cool, almost cold, wherever I touched her...I'm afraid she's nearly in shock over all that's happened to her today.
I'm no nurse, but I know a thing or two about first aid. And trauma. And the human body, in general.
I continue to smile as I grab either side of the door frame, and put my right foot up on the running board.
Scoot all the way over to the door, and make room for me, Shelby.
The outpost is about a half hour from here, and that puts it about a half hour from The Sanctuary. It was our first one, and it's well within what is now our territory. It was my idea to name the first one with the last letter of the Greek alphabet, because I thought it would always be the last place we'd stop before making it home. Negan is full of great ideas, but he really digs it when I have a good one. I'm not really an idea man, but I'm smart and tough, and a good leader...so the ideas I have are just gravy.
Taking Shelby as my own, though, will probably be my best idea, ever.
Yeah, I've got over a dozen markers with The Man. He'll probably give me shit about it, but I'm willing to trade them all in for this gem.
A half hour, and then I'll have her all to myself.
I may even dismiss the skeleton crew we've got set up at Omega, and send them back home with the guys when they get there.
I think I want to be alone with Shelby.
I want to see if things are going to click with her, and I might as well strike while the iron is hot, so to speak.
ah shitty was requested a while back, i meant to do this last night but got tired oops anyways boom i’m not dead (also psst remind me who wants to be tagged in these Simon/negan x Readers :))
summary: Simon saves you from being attacked by Shiva
warning: Language, smut
It was all suddenly when people from the Kingdom came out and started attacking you, Saviors. You see Simon and Negan run off to get some cover to start shooting. “Raven!!” Simon calls out your name, giving you a hand motion to come with them, but before you rush over the tiger the Kingdom had attacked you viciously on the side. You scream in pain, struggling to get free. Simon yells out, “SHIT!” seeing you get attacked. He continues to shoot with Negan at the other people.
You can feel how deep the bite Shiva had on you, it was a big stingy pain that you couldn’t get away from, for this moment you thought this was it, you are going to die from a tiger, a tiger out of everything in this shit apocalypse. But Shiva turns to smack other Saviors who tried to get you, you hold your bleeding side; trying to inhale as much air you can. Simon quickly runs over, grabbing you bridal style and running off with you in his arms.
“Let’s go!!!” Negan yells at Simon, you look at everything around you, you can hear Simon and Negan talk and yell at the others in a faint tone. You felt light headed and passed out in Simon’s arms. When Negan and Simon arrive by the trucks, Simon gets in the back to help you. Simon strokes your cheek, “Raven! Hey!” he shouts but your eyes are still closed.
“She’s one hell of a good fighter!” Negan says, “surely she should be alright” he mumbles. Simon shakes his head, “s-she’s not moving or breathing! Fuck!” he says. Simon starts to press his hands on your chest and give you mouth to mouth CPR. After a few moments Simon stops and grabs the first aid kit, being in a rush he clumsy opens the package and brings out one big long bandage, he holds it on your wound to stop the bleeding and continues giving you mouth to mouth. They were almost there to the Sanctuary when nothing worked, Simon was repeatedly giving you CPR and he didn’t want to give up on you so easily but the other half of him thinks you’re dead, so what was the point of still trying? He presses on your chest one more time and you jolt up coughing.
“Raven!” he says happily and hugs you tightly. You pant and blush some, “I-I’m alive?” you ask and Simon smiles, looking at you, “yes!” he says, “thank god!” Being too excited Simon kisses you, your eyes widen and blush more, that wasn’t expected. Negan parks the truck in the Sanctuary and gets out, “I’ll be in my room” he groans, not happy. Simon pulls away, “I’ll be there in a bit” he tells him. He looks back at you and smiles, “s-sorry I’m glad you’re okay” he says and strokes your hair. “I-It’s fine” you reply, “I’ve always liked you” you admit. Simon smiles and sits up, “that makes both of us” he says.
You look at your bandage side Simon did for you, “thank you” you say, lowering your shirt to cover it. “Anytime” he says, “you’ll probably need help walking for the next couple of days but I’ll gladly help you” he says, placing his hand on yours. You nod, picking up his hand and kissing it, “I wish I can repay you” you whisper to him. Simon chuckles softly, “why are you whispering?” he asks. You giggle, “well I was thinking maybe we can…. Have sex” you blush. Simon’s eyes widen, “really?” he asks, “I suppose when your booboo gets better” he jokes. You playfully punch his arm, “c’mon you know me! I’m a tough girl!”
“Alright” Simon chuckles, “right now?” he asks. “I guess… sounds like just you and me” You say as you don’t hear any more people moving outside. Simon shrugs and starts unbuttoning his shirt, “okay, I guess Negan also needs time to cool down” he says. You bite your bottom lip watching him take off his shirt and then he gets on his knees to unbuckle his pants. When he does you crawl over, groaning a bit because of your side. “You okay?” Simon asks and you nod, “of course” you grab his slight hard member and start to jerk him off at first, then you give him a small cute lust look in your eyes as you start to put his cock in your mouth. Simon looks down at you and moves hair out your way as you suck him off, he moans lightly. You bob your head back and forth, trying to deep throat him as much as you can, making him moan more.
After a few more minutes on sucking, you pull away and Simon’s cock was erected and he was big. Simon starts to get more comfortable, laying down on the truck’s floor. You start to unbuckle your pants, taking them off along with your panties, climb over him and grab his member steady as you start to sit on it, sliding it in your cunt. Simon moans and places hands on your hip as you begin to ride him, “go gentle Raven” he says. You pant and sit up, “I got this” you moan and move your hips faster.
The both of you moan loudly, making love in the truck and the truck moved back and forth. Simon pants and sits up with you still in his lap and thrusts up in you. You moan, holding onto his neck and Simon kisses you deeply. He holds onto you as he starts to bring you down, having you lay on the floor as he continues thrusting, “t-tell me i-if it hurts” he says, picking the pace up; going more fast and rough. You moan louder and hold onto his muscular arms, “S-Simon!! Ahh!! I’m close!!” Simon pants and moans, “m-me too babe!!” he says, going down and kissing you, you bite his bottom lip softly as you cum on his member; this brings Simon to pull out and cum on your lower belly. Simon pulls away and the both of you pant feeling each other’s breaths on your necks.
Simon smiles and kisses your forehead, “I’m not usually a one-night stand guy” he says giving you a warm smile. You giggle and stroke his hair, “who says it has to be?” you nuzzle into him and Simon holds you close, “be mine Raven” he says and you nod, “I will Simon” you reply kissing his cheek, “c’mon let’s go inside before Negan starts to worry” you joke and Simon agrees putting back on his clothes and helping you get dressed.
