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I HAD to redraw this scene cuz

Dude

“bullshit, c’mon. sit.” he wasn’t asking. rather, telling you to sit on his face. he had always been a stubborn man—it was practically injected into his veins, were you really surprised?

his hands pull you further up, easily moving you around. with your pussy now hovering over his face, it was hard not to be a bit skittish. he could tell, feel it in the way your body held back, the way you hesitated. he let you hover, let you get your bearings first, no matter how tempting it was to bury his face into your wet heat and just breathe you in.

“you sure, baby? i don’t wanna hurt you,” you whispered to him once more, fingers tangled in his blonde curls. simon only huffed, rough hands squeezing your plush hips in reassurance.

“luv, i’m the one who asked you for this. y’aint nothin’ for me.” and just to prove it, he leaned up to press an oh so sweet kiss to your clit. you barely even realized that your head lulled back at the simple little kiss, a soft moan escaping you. his heavy gaze landed on you, your body, your reaction. he knew you had always been sensitive, but it never failed to amuse him how you reacted at the slightest little touch.

when you didn’t say anything else, he pressed your hips down. he could feel the way you tried so hard to hold your weight, but the way his lips pressed against that your clit and his tongue lapped at your hole like he was parched made it so hard. the more weight you put on him, the more he grunted and moaned beneath you, his hands wandering over your belly, hips, ass, boobs, anywhere he could get ahold of.

Simon could’ve kept you there for hours, honestly. he knew he wasn’t going to heaven, too many men’s blood had covered his hands and uniform for that. but this was as close he was going to get, face smothered between your thighs, in your cunt, surrounded by you.

but he knew once he had pulled that first orgasm out of you, he would need to give you a moment to breathe. sensitive little thing, you were. he helped you hoist your leg over so you could scooch down and press yourself into his side, pulling him into a messy kiss just to taste your release on his lips.

“hope i wasn’t too much, angel.” the nickname slipped out, instinct to you. it was ironic to call a man, who had committed too many sins to count, an angel. but it was hard to tell you otherwise when your big old doe eyes blinked up at him like that, like he was your whole world. he only laughed, before he whispered in response:

“never too much for me, dove.”

wrote this just cause!! i’m new to writing smutty fics so it’s mostly just fluff and reassurance from simon T-T