⋆.⊹♡ summary: when roommate!simon gets home from work the only thing on his mind is you.
⋆.⊹♡ cw: CNC!!! somnophilia, creampie, manhandling, bratty sub if you squint, pervy simon, size kink, oral, throatfucking, pet names (the teeniest bit sloppy and not proof read)
⋆.⊹♡ word count: somewhere around 2k
Simon had just gotten home from work, his mind a whirlwind of stress and frustration. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door, the clatter echoing through the silent apartment. He made his way through the halls of your shared apartment and paused only for a moment when the soft glow of the television caught his eye. Your door was slightly cracked open and the tv cast a gentle light across the room, the hum of some show playing softly in the background. You were nestled in a warm pile of blankets, your body curled up in a cozy ball, fast asleep. The room was a sanctuary of comfort, the air thick with the nauseatingly sweet scent of vanilla and marshmallow and the faint sound of the heater kicking on and off. Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, a few strands sticking to your cheek, and your breath was slow and steady.
He stared longer than he’d usually allow himself to but you were sleeping and he hadn’t seen anything like this in so long. He began to head to his room, the familiar creak of the floorboards under his feet a comforting sound. He stripped down to his boxers and laid in his stiff bed, eager to let off some steam, his hand dipped below his waistband and wrapped around his throbbing cock, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't concentrate, his thoughts consumed by the image of you, sweet and inviting, just across the hall.
He debated with himself, his hand stilling as he considered his options. He could stay in his room, try to jerk off again, or he could go to you…no. That was wrong. He can’t believe he even considered that. But he couldn’t help it. The thought of you, so close and yet so far, was driving him mad. He stood up, his decision made, and walked across the hall to your room. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly. He stayed silent, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He saw you there, your comforter still engulfing your entire body. He stood and watched you for a moment, his thoughts full of you and the way you’d look under him.
He debated leaving, his conscience warring with his desire. But the sight of you, so peaceful and effortlessly beautiful, was too much to resist. He walked in, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He approached your bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled back some of the blankets. The heat radiating from your body was intense. He could feel it seeping into his skin, sending a chill down his spine.
He gently pushed a single strand of hair off of your face, his fingers lingering on your soft skin. He took a moment to admire your features, the curve of your cheek, the fullness of your lips, the dark lashes fanning out across your cheeks. God, you were so pretty. He took a deep breath, his cock throbbing in his boxers. He couldn't resist any longer. He took his cock out, the tip sticky and swollen. He pushed it between your plump, soft lips, hitting your closed teeth. He hummed, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He grabbed your jaw, his fingers gentle but firm, and shoved two fingers in between your teeth to separate your gums. He pushed his cock back in slowly, now halfway in your mouth.
"So warm," he murmured, his fingers caressing your face as you slept peacefully. He slid further down your throat, his hands moving to your head, holding it in place as he took it upon himself to slowly fuck your throat. The wet noises of your throat and his breathing filled the room, the sound of his hips slapping against your face a harsh contrast to the soft hum of the television. He could feel his orgasm building, the sensation of your throat around his cock almost too much to bear. But he held out, his body trembling with the effort.
You only woke up when he got a little greedy, shoving himself too far down your throat, leaving only his balls out of your mouth. It blocked your airway, and you woke up with a startle, your eyes flying open as you gasped for breath. He kept you calm, his hands holding your jaw tightly so you wouldn't accidentally bite down. You hummed around his length, confused and a little shocked. He choked on a moan when he felt the vibration of the hum, his body shuddering with the sensation.
"You're ok, sweet thing," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "It's just me—fuckin' hell—m'sorry. Just can’t stop thinking about you." He took a moment to admire the sight of you, his cock buried deep in your throat, your eyes watering slightly. He pulled out, giving a sweet spank to the side of your thigh. "Scoot," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. You stirred, pulling the blankets off of you fully, not arguing back. You scooted over, giving him room on your bed. He crawled in, his body pressing against yours as he manhandled you onto his lap, not giving you a chance to wake up fully.
He held his length against your tummy, his eyes admiring the size difference between you. His tip exceeded your belly button, and he swallowed hard, imagining it that deep inside you. "Simon," you finally started, your voice sleepy and soft. You wiped spit from your glistening lips, your eyes meeting his. "Sweetheart?" he answered, his voice a low rumble. "Couldn't you have waited till morning? I would've cleaned myself up a bit," you giggled, the sound so soft it hurt him. "I tried, I did—you looked so beautiful I couldn't," he explained, his voice filled with longing.
You nodded, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. He pushed you back a bit, his free hand holding his cock, lining it up with you. He pulled you forward again, his tip pushing past your soft, tight, wet folds and fully submerged inside you. "So good to me," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. You lazily bounced up and down, slowly, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt his tip reach its stopping point inside you. He begged you to go faster, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. But you declined, your pace slow and steady, your body moving in a languid rhythm.
For you, this was cloud nine. You were sleepy, warm, and stuffed properly with Simon's thickness. But for him, this was torture. You were so tight and wet, and he was so pent up and desperate, it was killing him. He wanted to fuck, not have wholesome morning sex. "Sweetheart, you've gotta give me a little more," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire. You cut him off with a manicured hand to his mouth, halting your movements. "You woke me up and now you're complaining?" you furrowed your brows, your eyes meeting his. "No! No, you're doing so good—so fucking good, just—a bit faster? Please?" he practically begged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You do the work then," you smirked, closing your eyes as you laid on him, his cock still inside you while he bear-hugged you to him. He wasted no time, his hips bucking up as he fucked up into you, hard and fast. You inhaled sharply, a coo escaping your lips as you felt him hit that spot deep inside you. Your fingers trace the lines of his face as you stared into his side profile. His thrusts were wild and uncontrolled, his body slamming into yours with a force that made the bed shake.
Your moans and kisses to his ear nearly had him cumming 20 seconds in, but he held out, his body trembling with the effort. "Feels so good, Si," you whispered, your orgasm slowly rising. "Y’gotta cum for me soon, lovie," his breathing picked up, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncontrolled. You could hear it in his voice he was trying to satisfy you first. "Gonna cum already, Riley? I thought you'd have more in you—big scary guy like you" you teased sweetly in his ear, your body trembling with the intense buildup of your own orgasm. "That smart mouth's gonna get you in trouble" he grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs before planting a harsh smack against your ass.
"I could say the same about waking up your roommate to throatfuck her at 2 am," you purred, your orgasm approaching faster. "Fuck, you're squeezing me, lass," you arched your back, his fingers digging into your sides to pull you closer if it were even possible. And without warning, you were full-body shaking against him as you cum around him. He took no time in burying his seed deep inside of you almost immediately after, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
You stared at the wet hairs sticking to his forehead, your bodies slick with sweat as you caught your breath. He pulled out of you, his cock glistening with your juices, and soothed you back to bed with gentle kisses and light skin tracing. He held you close, his body wrapped around yours as you drifted back to sleep. The night was far from over, but for now, you were content and safe in his arms.
