Simpbur who is rutting into you as you lie on your back. He just using you. The wet sounds between your connected bodies urging him to move at a brutal messy pace. His thumbs digging into your hips, you’re so sure they will be bruised tomorrow.
Your fingers comb through his damp curls from sweat as you kiss any skin you can reach on him. Neck, cheek, jaw, throat, anywhere. You’ve been here for what felt like hours as you continued to let him fuck your tight cunt as much as he wanted. You were laying in bed only in one of his t-shirts and lacy panties and be had come to you, with a pained desperate look in his eyes as he begged to let him pull your panties to the side and fuck you senseless. How could you possibly say no to his adorable pouting?
He was so determined to keep filling you up until his come was oozing out of your hole. Until he couldn’t cum anymore. The more he lazily thrusted he was hitting that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl and the tighter it made your cunt squeeze around him. Causing his eyes to screw shut and mouth to drop open in a silent cry, his hips stutter for a moment before getting more sloppy.
“you’re doing so good for me baby, you needed this huh?” you praise him.
“y-yes, feels s’good” he stuttered. “you feel so good mummy.”
You hum and bring him down for a kiss that has your toungs colliding as he whines into your mouth. Hes hands begin to slide up to your breasts. pinching your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. Then alternating to just squeezing your whole breasts. You moan at the sudden attention and buck your hips to meet his thrusts. You can tell he’s getting close, because he always got more handys when he was.
“are you close baby?” you ask.
All he can do is moan and nod hastily.
You giggle.
Then Wilbur is stilling inside you letting out a long groan, cumming in long ropes as you coo and kiss the side of his head when he rests his face in the crook of your neck.
Skin sticks together between you as panting fills the space.
“such a good boy,” you hum. “now, why don’t you clean up your mess and make mummy feel good?”
All of these seem to be a yandere but that has to force the yn to love him but what about a simp but that has a desperate for love darling and so they are super clingy and happy that he loves them? Like, that is how I would feel if anyone loved me irl!
Emmm... imagine. Canon lore SimpAlexs. Dub-con, fake-sex in office...
Anon 🍓
Title: Deadline Heat
Alex glanced at the clock. The office was nearly empty, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. She shuffled papers nervously, trying to focus, but the emails piling up weren’t the problem. Simpbur’s presence across the room was magnetic, and she could feel it.
He noticed her glance and gave a faint, teasing smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me all day,” he said, leaning casually against his desk. His tone was playful, but there was an edge to it that made Alex’s stomach twist.
“I’ve been… busy,” Alex replied, adjusting a stack of documents, trying not to let her voice betray her nerves.
“Busy, huh?” Simpbur stepped closer, and the air between them seemed to charge. “Maybe I could help you… get through it.”
Alex bit her lip, feeling the tension ripple through the room. She knew their banter always skirted the line, the office a backdrop for unspoken attraction. Papers were shuffled. Pens clicked. And yet, somehow, the world outside the office ceased to exist.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, though her smile betrayed her.
“And yet, you like it,” he countered.
For the next hour, they worked side by side, hands brushing, exchanging sly glances. The office deadlines felt urgent, yes—but so did the tiny sparks flying between them. By the time the clock struck closing hour, Alex realized the paperwork wasn’t the only thing she’d been tangled up in.
”You ready to clock you?” Simpbur asked, humming softly, Alex flushed and finally just turned her head to kiss him. ”Oh,” Simpbur murmured against her lips. ”You’re definitely ready.” He pulled her closer, fingers tangling in her hair as the kiss deepened. The office chair creaked beneath them, papers forgotten on the desk. Outside, rain began to patter against the windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold.
Alex broke away, breathless. "We shouldn't—"
"Probably not," Simpbur agreed, thumb tracing her jawline. His gaze didn't waver. "But tell me you haven't thought about this since Monday's budget meeting." A flush crept up her neck. He remembered how she'd lingered near the coffee machine afterward, how his accidental brush against her wrist had made her drop a sugar packet.
The rain intensified, drumming against the glass like impatient fingers. Simpbur stood abruptly, pulling her up with him. Her back met the cold windowpane as his mouth found the pulse point beneath her ear. "The security cameras," she gasped, arching despite herself. "Only covers the door," he murmured against her skin, hands sliding beneath her blouse. The chill of the glass seeped through her clothes while his touch burned trails across her ribs.
His teeth grazed her collarbone as he spun her around, pressing her palms flat against the wet glass. She watched his reflection approach—deliberate, predatory—before his hands gripped her hips. "Tell me to stop," he breathed into her hair. The words dissolved in her throat. Fabric whispered as her skirt rucked up, his knuckles brushing the inside of her thigh. Outside, distorted headlights swam through the rain like distant, drowning stars.
The cold pane shocked her skin where her blouse rode up. She gasped as he bit the nape of her neck, fingers digging bruises into her hips. "Still busy?" His laugh vibrated against her spine. She arched back, answering with a whimper when his palm slid roughly between her legs. The office chair lay overturned nearby, wheels still spinning slowly. Ink smeared across forgotten reports beneath their shifting feet.
He dragged her skirt higher, fingers hooking into lace. Fabric tore. Alex cried out—half protest, half surrender—as he shoved her harder against the glass. Rain streaked the cityscape beyond, neon signs bleeding into watery smudges. His reflection watched her, pupils blown black. "Tell me," he demanded again. Her throat tightened. She shook her head, fogging the window with her breath.
His palm pressed flat against her stomach, pinning her. The other hand worked her underwear down her thighs. Cold air hit damp skin. She trembled, not from chill. His teeth sank into her shoulder blade. Sharp. Claiming. Her knees buckled, but his grip held her upright. "Look," he growled. Her eyes snapped open. In the rain-blurred reflection, she watched his hand slide between her legs from behind, fingers parting her. Wet. Needy. Exposed.
He didn't ask again. One thrust, hard and deep. She gasped, forehead thumping against the cold glass. Her cry was muffled against the pane. He filled her completely, a relentless stretch. His hips snapped forward again, dragging a choked sob from her throat. Her fingers scrabbled uselessly on the slick surface. He hooked an arm around her waist, hauling her back onto him. "See?" His voice was rough against her ear. "You wanted this."
He moved with brutal precision. Each stroke jolted her against the window. The rhythm was punishing, demanding. Her breath fogged the glass in frantic bursts. Below, distorted city lights swam – smears of red and gold through the rain. His fingers dug into her hip, possessive. The other hand slid up, rough palm closing over her throat. Not choking, just holding. Dominating. Her pulse hammered against his fingers. She felt owned. Used. A shudder ripped through her.
She tried to twist away. Instantly, his grip tightened. Teeth scraped her shoulder. "Stay." The command vibrated against her skin. His thrusts deepened, hitting a place that made stars explode behind her eyelids. A ragged cry tore free. Her fingers curled against the slick glass. Pleasure coiled, sharp and dangerous, beneath the overwhelming sense of violation. It was too much. Not enough. She was fracturing.
His hand slid from her throat, fingers tangling in her hair instead. He yanked her head back, exposing her throat. "Watch," he rasped. Her eyes flew open, meeting his reflection. Rainwater streaked down the pane, distorting his face into something primal. She saw her own reflection – lips parted, eyes wide, flushed skin pressed against the cold. Utterly exposed. His gaze locked onto hers in the glass. "See what you do." His hips snapped harder. Her breath hitched. A tremor started low in her belly.
He shifted, pulling her tighter against him. One hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding the slick heat between her legs. She cried out, a sharp sound swallowed by the drumming rain. His thumb circled her clit, relentless pressure against the frantic rhythm of his thrusts. Pleasure coiled, vicious and bright, beneath the raw ache. She arched, pressing back into him, chasing the friction. Her fingernails scraped the glass. A low groan escaped him. "That's it."
Her climax hit like a shattering pane. It ripped through her, violent and blinding, tearing a ragged scream from her throat. Her body locked, trembling violently against him, every muscle clenched tight. He drove into her once, twice more, deep and hard, then stilled with a harsh grunt, buried deep inside her. Heat pulsed within her as he shuddered, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. Silence fell, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths fogging the cold window and the relentless rain outside. “Good girl.” He murmured.
Slowly, his grip loosened. Alex slumped forward, her cheek pressed against the wet glass, trembling uncontrollably. The cold seeped into her flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the lingering heat pooling low in her belly. Simpbur pulled away, the sudden emptiness leaving her feeling hollow and exposed. She heard the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted his clothes, the metallic click of his belt buckle echoing sharply in the quiet office. Her torn underwear lay discarded near the overturned chair, a stark reminder.
He didn’t touch her again. Alex stayed frozen against the window, watching his reflection blur in the streaked glass as he moved toward the door. Rain still lashed against the building, casting watery shadows across the rumpled reports scattered on the floor. "Clean yourself up," he said flatly, without looking back. The door clicked shut behind him. Silence swallowed the room, broken only by the drumming rain and her own shaky breaths fogging the pane.
Summary: simpbur walks in on reader touching herself.
authors note: SOOOO THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AND I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED IT SO ENJOY HEHE
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, im serious, f!masturbation, voyeuism kink, exhibition kink? dirty talk, simpbur is sweet and a dom because I said so, unedited!
Part of you hopped you wouldn’t be caught, but Wilbur was gone all day and you were bored and horny. He had gone out job hunting and you had missed him all day and were craving some sense of touch, so you took your needs into your own hands.
The bedroom smelled of lavender due to the many candles you had lit around the room and it filled your senses, bringing a calmness over your mind. After the shitty past weeks at work you’ve had, you also needed some time to take care of yourself.
You had went into the closet and dug out one of Wilburs old sweaters. Something that would make this better was to have a little piece of him here with you even though he was out. Your face actually lit up when you finally dug out the specific one you wanted from his collection.
It was stripy pattern with blues, yellows, and brown mixed in. One of your favorites of his. You brought the material up to your nose, inhaled and let out a sigh of content. It still smells like him. cedar wood, cinnamon, and a slight hint of his shampoo. You quickly pulled off your own shirt leaving you in nothing but your underwear, and put the sweater on before you felt a chill run up your arms.
Already, you could feel the warmth surrounding you and you quickly made yourself comfortable on the bed. Now you had never touched yourself before. Which was only half true. Before you met Wilbur you had only done it once, and you barely could even get off. Then he came into your life and you had never experienced such pleasure in the way he had taught you. The only way you could even come now was from his touch. He had completely ruined you for the better.
He took his sweet time learning all your ins and outs and what you liked. Aways so caring and patient with you. It made you wounder how you got so lucky.
Once you were comfortable enough laying on your back you had discarded your panties and reached down to begin slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions. Letting out a sigh at the contact, this is exactly what you needed.
Soon the room was filled with your whimpers and sighs, echoing off the walls. You thought of Wilbur being here, if only he could see you now.
On your shared bed, legs spread with your hand working yourself up. Wishing he was sitting behind you with his lips pressed to the shell of your ear, whispering the filthiest things.
“Such a bad girl, touching yourself while im absent.” you imagined his low voice. “Couldn’t just wait for me to get home, had to be a little whore.”
Tears welled in your eyes just thinking about him walking into the bedroom and seeing you like this. The shame and the excitement that ran through your shivering body made you even more wet at the thought. Slickness gathering at your with anticipation. Maybe if you laid here long enough, waiting for him, he would appear.
Peeking your eyes open you gasped in shock when you saw none other than Wilbur standing in the door with a fixed gaze on you. Specifically, between your legs. He was leaning against the doorframe, his glasses sliding down his nose and arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing his white button down dress shirt, the buttons at the top slightly undone made you swallow the lump in your throat.
instinctively you closed your thighs out of embarrassment trapping your hand between them as he smirked at your flushed state. He had caught you right in the act and he knew it.
“Please, Don’t stop on my account sweetheart,” his voice sounded rough and made your belly churn with delight. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
Your breathing was heavy as you both made eye contact with each other. Pupils blown and heavy with lust as he sauntered over to you with his rolled up sleeved arms uncrossing as he settled near the end of the bed were your feet were. You were paralyzed.
“W-When did you get home?” you question slightly stuttering over your words.
He shrugged.
“Few minutes ago,” he leaned closer to your knees. “cmon, I know you aren’t shy, show me.” he coaxed.
“Open your legs baby, I wanna see you.”
Automatically at his words you parted your knees revealing yourself to him. He lets out a low groan at the sight of you. Glistening cunt dripping just for him. To think he was out looking for a job so he could support you both while you were here all alone waiting for him. It made his cock strain against his pants in want- no, need for you only.
“Theres my good girl.” he tilts his head, dragging his body closer to you. Once he close enough his hands grab your knees to spread you further apart. “Oh baby, are you this worked up?” he taunted, you felt his hand ghost lightly up and down the inside of your thigh.
You nodded frantically.
“Missed you so much all day.” you whined. Feeling his eyes staring at you made you squirm at the attention. Him teasing you with his hand on the back of your thigh wasn’t helping your state either. You were so needy for him it was utterly pathetic.
You start to rub your clit again as he just watches you. He presses soft kisses to the inside of your knee, driving you absolutely insane. as you work yourself to the point of your toes curling at the sensations of pleasure flooding through your body. You wondered how long he would continue to let you touch yourself. He would never punish you. He wasn’t that type of lover. He merely wanted to see how you took care of yourself when he wasn’t around.
“And In my sweater too darling. You have no idea how hard I got walking in here seeing you a mess in our bed wearing my clothes.” he grunts. You can tell he’s restraining so hard not to rut against the mattress right now.
You felt yourself practically melting into the sheets as your movements sped up. You moaned and whined beginning to feel that coil in your belly building up to your climax. It was getting harder to hold back and he could tell you were close by the gasping breaths you let out.
“Close already?”
Your brain was mush you could barely make out what he was saying so you let out a whine in response and went faster. He laughed and kept talking you through it.
“It’s okay baby, make yourself come, thats it.” he pushes. “Im right here my good girl.”
His encouragement was making it even harder to hold back, you felt yourself let go in a matter of seconds. Arching your back off the sheets and withering in pleasure. When you came down from your orgasm you went completely slump. Wilbur rested his head against your thigh and peered up at you with his doe eyes and dopey smile.
“hi.” you say, catching your breath and peering down at him.
