simon x reader smut/comfort? poor Simon has mommy issues :(
cw: mommy kink, forced orgasm, dacryphilia (crying), comfort, afab reader
You know exactly what Simon needs when he gets back from a long deployment. Sure, you make him dinner, run a bath, check him over for any new wounds, but what he really needs is for you to take care of him.
His hair has grown out a bit and is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his chest heaves with labored breaths, tears prick at his eyes, and those beautiful sounds get punched out of him as you ride his cock brutally.
“Ah- ah- fuck, love. Please.”
His hands are bruising around your hips, pads of his fingers digging into the fat of your ass, but he knows better than to try to force you to stop through strength alone. That would lead to a punishment, and of course, Simon is a good boy.
“Look at me.” you order, gripping his face and seeing the absolutely pussy-drunk look in his eyes. You’re not even sure he’s listening, unable to focus as he tries desperately not to blow his load in you right now as your ass slaps against his thighs, ruthlessly fucking him. “Don’t you fucking come, Simon.”
Those words always have the opposite effect, and tonight it brings him to the edge so fast he lets out a noise you’ve never heard him make before. Pitiful.
“Fuck! Shit- mommy! Mommy, please. Please let me come. I can’t-”
Tears stream down the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut, and you can feel his thighs and abs tensing beneath you. Maybe you were just feeling cruel, because you don’t slow down, no, you tighten around his cock and chase your own release without apology.
He feels so good. Thick and long enough to reach every good spot inside you, punching your g-spot so hard you’re spilling slick down his balls, making a mess of wet noises in the room. You’re already close, finally filled with something other than toys or your fingers now that Simon’s back, but just as you feel yourself about to tip over that edge, a guttural pained noise comes from his lips and you feel him jerking underneath you.
“No, no, no, no, no…” Simon begs, coming so hard he nearly goes blind, toes curling, back nearly coming off the bed as he holds you down on his pulsating cock, filling you up with a thick warm flood. It’s so much that you can feel it leaking around the vice grip your pussy has around him. “I’m sorry. I'm sorry, mommy. Please, I'm so sorry.”
You’re in shock for a moment. Simon has never come without permission, not since the first time you realized he was into this sort of stuff. And he looks so genuinely upset that it makes your heart squeeze. Tears flowing, begging for forgiveness, still shaking from the orgasm that wiped out most of his brain cells. He looks so sweet, you just can’t bring yourself to punish him.
The only thing you can do is wrap your arms around him and shush him quietly, fingers petting through his hair, his cock still half-hard inside of you and twitching. “It’s alright, baby. You did such a good job for me.” You coo, pressing several light kisses along his hairline, the cool salty perspiration wetting your lips. “My good boy.”
His thick arms go around you, holding you close enough that it’s almost crushing, hiding his face against your neck where you can feel his tears still pooling against your skin. He doesn’t say anything, you just let him hold you and cry while you tell him how much you love him, that he’s safe. And afterwards you clean him up, press kisses against his flushed cheeks, and you let him sleep with his ear pressed against your heartbeat. Your good boy.
