#big men

He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.

You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.

You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”

You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.

When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.

Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.

“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.

You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.

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mornings with simon 😼

the pan popped and sizzled as you watched the eggs cook. it was early in the morning, both you and simon were off work so you wanted to make breakfast for the two of you.

“g’mornin’, princess.” a deep and gravelly voice came from behind you, two muscular arms wrapping around your middle as the man engulfed you.

“morning, si” you mumbled, turning your head to give him a kiss on the cheek. “how’d you sleep?”

simon’s jaw rested on your shoulder, kissing up and down the flesh as he mumbled. “slept good, ‘s nice to have you next t’me.” he said, gliding his hands up and down your soft thighs, the skin exposed from your tiny sleep shorts.

“whatcha makin’?” he mumbled into your collarbone, stubble scratching your shoulder blades. “eggs, the bacon’s already cooked if you want some now.” you told him, pointing your spatula to the pan of bacon sitting atop your stove.

simon reached forward, grabbing a piece of meat and chewing it as he hunched over you still. you flipped your eggs in the pan, letting the sides cook evenly.

“y’sleep well? you were moving ‘round lots” he asked, warm breath tickling your neck. “yea, it was kinda cold in the room.” you replied. “can you grab me two plates please?” you asked, turning the heat off the stove.

“angel, if you’re cold y’know you can just come cuddle on me, yeah?” he told you, grabbing two clean plates and placing them on the counter. “sounds good baby.” you smile, pecking him on the lips as you served the food on your plates.

“thank you for this, princess.” simon’s morning voice was still gruff. “you’re very welcome.” you replied, taking your plate to the table while simon trailed behind you.

after you sat, simon placed a small kiss atop your head before sitting across from you.

idk how to end this but they ate their food and probably cracked while simon did the dishes idfk

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