the world is wild and bright

It's the morning after the Oscars (or afternoon because it's a given you and Simu fucked til the sun came up hehe). Simu was sound asleep and you had just woken up due to the soreness from last night's antics. Spotting the custom designed Versace robe sprawled out on a chair, you snuck away from Simu's tight embrace to engulf your naked body in the robe. You laughed at how it basically looked like a dress on you.

You tiptoed out of the room to fetch a glass of water. Problem was, you got lost in the luxury of the suite and forgot where they kept the glasses. Saying fuck it, you grabbed the wine glass with your lipstick stain from the coffee table to pour yourself some water. As you chugged the water like your life depended on it, Simu trailed out of the bedroom in just his boxers. He leaned against the doorframe with a smug look on his face.

"If I had known you would look so cute in my robe, I would've told Donatella to make you a personalized one," he commented, sizing you up. You turned towards his direction, almost letting the glass slip from your fingers at the sight of his delicious happy trail.

"Aww, you think I'm cute?" you questioned, batting your eyelashes and folding your hands in front of you. Simu grinned, walking towards you.

"More than that, baby," he responded, placing his hands on your hips. "You are absolutely beautiful!" He leaned in so his lips ever so slightly brushed against yours. "I bet you would look so beautiful in it while I fuck you over this table."

With that, Simu hoisted you up and slammed you on the dining table. It didn't take long for his mouth to smash onto yours, hands flying everywhere. He massaged your boobs through the robe, making you moan into his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I want you, Daddy." You reached in between you and Simu to palm him through his boxers. He muttered a faint fuck, slightly tossing his head back.

"Go ahead, baby. Pull out Daddy's cock and make me nice and hard for that pretty pussy." You complied, stroking him until he was satisfied. He spat onto your pussy, rubbing the saliva all over with his cock. When Simu finally thrusted himself inside you, he didn't give you time to adjust before he was pounding into you like a madman.

"Fuck, you're so sexy getting fucked in my robe, honey!" Simu grunted, throwing one leg over his shoulder and spreading the other one to the side. "Love the way your pussy grips me. Feels so fucking good." His thumb swirled over your clit, pushing you closer to your edge.

All that is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. It just so happened to be Simu's phone that was hiding in one of the robe pockets. You cursed in frustration, feeling yourself getting ripped from that blissful sensation as your boyfriend snatched the phone from the pocket. His mouth quirked into a devious grin upon reading the caller ID. He lifted a finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet before answering the call.

"Donatella Versace!" Simu cheerfully exclaimed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He resumed to fucking you while the famous designer chatted away from the other side of the phone. You sighed louder than you wanted to, unsure of whether it was because his strokes were slow but deep or the fact that he was still railing you while on the phone. His large hand immediately clasped over yours and he started thrusting deeper than he already was.

"Wow! Really? That's amazing!" His voice rose and eyes widened with excitement. You were too stimulated by his throbbing cock to wonder why he was so giddy all of a sudden. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you hummed into his hand as the tip grazed your G-spot.

"Thank you again! I know she's gonna love it."

Whump! Whump!

"Alrighty, buh-bye!" Simu hung up and tossed his phone behind him. He pinned your hips to the table, pistoning in and out of you at an animalistic speed. You arched your back off the surface, allowing your cries to freely fall from your lips.

"Oh my god, Daddyyyy!" You gripped his wrists for support, digging your nails into his skin. "Keep fucking me like that. You're gonna make me cum." Simu trailed butterfly kisses down your leg that draped over his shoulder.

"Yes, honey. Take my cock just like that. Wanna see you play with that pussy for me."

Your hand flew to your swollen bud to violently rub circles around it. Simu's eyebrows knitted together as his pumps became sporadic and desperate. The way he whined your name brought you right to the edge. He pushed himself all the way in until his balls tapped your ass, making you both wail in pleasure as you were finally met with that sweet euphoria. He painted your walls with his warm cum as he stooped down to lazily French kiss you. A few moments later, Simu gently pulled out of you, helping you to your feet.

"Go get ready, honey baby. Ms. Versace will be over in a few minutes and we wanna look presentable, yeah?" Before you could ask any questions, Simu dragged you to the bedroom.

"No time for questions. I'll tell you about it later, okay?"

Half an hour later, you and Simu were now dressed in the casual clothing you packed. You laid your head in his lap as he combed your hair with his fingers.

"So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

A knock sounded on the door before Simu had the chance to answer. You both jumped up to welcome Madame Versace at the door.

"Good to see you both, again!" She greeted, giving you both kisses on the cheek. Donatella gave you a once over before holding your hands in a motherly way.

"You, my darling, are so beautiful!" Your cheeks warmed up as you bashfully thanked her. Her assistant walked in holding a gift box with the Versace labeled across it. She took the box from her assistant and handed it to you.

"Oh, Ms. Versace, you sh-"

"Actually, Simu was the one who requested this for you." You looked over at Simu in confusion. He simply nodded and smiled, waiting for you to open the box. As you did, your face dropped in shock as you pulled out a robe that was almost identical to the one Simu had. Tears welled up in your eyes when you saw your name stitched into the back of the robe.

"Oh my god! I-I'm speechless!" To say you were overwhelmed with emotion would have been an understatement.

You turned to Simu, "Wait, earlier, you said-"

"While you were getting ready for the Oscars, Simu made it imperative that I make a robe for you," Donatella responded. "Something about how cute you would look in it and you both would be a power couple. I couldn't possibly say no to my favorite superhero." Her comment made Simu giggle. "Now enough chatting, try it on! I must see my power couple in action."

You threw the robe over your clothes as Simu did the same. He bit his lip as he scanned you with his eyes. Before you knew it, you were both having an impromptu photoshoot in your suite while wearing your matching robes.

While posing for a picture, Simu leaned into your ear. "I was right, you do look beautiful in this robe. But I'm more interested in taking it off of you after our guests leave."

As much of a teasing little shit Simu was, you were extremely fortunate to have landed someone who was so in love with you and would do anything for your happiness.