Now You Got What You Want
(Or sub!simon/switch!simon x dom!reader)
cw: non-penetrative sex, sprinkle of dacryphilia?, sub/dom dynamics, language, sorry if I forgot some…
Simon wasn’t sure how long the two of you had been at this. He was sure that fact that you have had him on the edge at least three times now, and that you’ve allowed yourself to cum twice.
And that even if someone had a gun to his head, he wouldn't be able take his eyes off you.
The way your back arched as you rocked your hips over his thick, veiny cock.
Hair tumbling down your shoulders, and cascading over your perfect tits.
Eyes glassy and blown open.
Your mouth hung wide in pure ecstasy — chasing your third orgasm of the evening. Who was counting?
His large calloused hands roamed your thighs and hips. Finally being allowed to touch you, after he had restrained himself through your first orgasm.
“Good boy, my sweet pup,” you had cooed at him, lazily dragging your finger down his jaw. “You can touch now, but I’m not done using you just yet…”
Your smirk had him growling at you, knowing you held the power still. He wasn’t used to be put in his place, but it was something he allowed you to do.
Now, you were grinding on top of him like a woman possessed. And Simon? He was a whimpering mess beneath you.
“P-please luv,” he groans, his strong fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. “I can’t — oh fuck, I can’t take anymo’,” he grunts.
You don’t let up in your pace. Instead, your triumphant smirk returns and you pick up speed — rolling down to gain more friction.
A loud moan ripping through your throat. Small whimpers pouring from his.
“I-I need to cum,” he begs, his voice shaking. His eyes screwing shut from trying to hold back. He knew you wanted him to wait — he wouldn’t disappoint you. Ever. “P-please, dove, please tell me I can cum. I’ll be so good, ungh, luvie…”
His voice had cracked, as a small tear fell from his eye. You leaned down, kissing right over the tear.
“Okay my handsome man…” you whisper against his cheek. Slowly sitting up, so you can look down at him. Pace never slowing. Smirk ever present. “Cum with me.”
Your permission was all he needed.
As soon as he felt your pace stuttering, and your nails digging into his chest — he knew. You were right at the edge with him. With an almost feral growl, he cums. His nails digging into your hips as his cum leaks out onto his stomach. Hot and sticky.
You collapse onto him breathing heavily, his arms wrapping around your middle. Feeling the mix of you two smearing on your torsos.
Soaking in the afterglow of your orgasms for a few moments.
“Clean me up,” he grunts against the top of your head. “Huh?” Is the only groggy response you could manage.
“You said if I was good, I could do whatever I wanted,” he replied, his voice low, husky.
“Now clean me up…”
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