#nneed this

needy simon ! 18+ mdni! guys i need subby men now.

simon’s so whiny when he’s desperate, pawing at you with desperate hands as he rushes home from deployment, leaving desperate kisses on your neck that you know will bruise. 

when he finally sinks into you, he moans, his hands shaking as they grip the mattress, his head buried in your bdcj, his curls tickling your face. 

his thrusts get harder as you squeeze tight against him, and he rocks his hips against you, “please please pleaseplease” he moans, voice a mess.

“all yours,” you kiss his blonde curls, “simon, you know, i’m not going anywhere.”

“please,” he whines again, so desperate as he thrusts harder, “need you, need you, needyouneedyouneedyouuunh.” and doesn’t pull out when he cums, spurts coming inside you as his chest breaths heavily. 

HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HEELOOOOO HELLOOOOO HELLO..!!!! i may have gone a different direction? idk if this is a bad take sorry a offshoot of hyp3rsp3rmia!price

simon doesn't rlly talk about it, barely goes out with women after the last time she laughed at him.  it's silly, how he'd been laughed at about it, about there being so much cum.

now its just him sitting in the pub, a pint in him, staring out into the blues and the greens of the bottles behind the bar. you're a pretty bird, walking over with a soft smile, and one thing leads to another, a conversation -- you both don't fit quite right with everyone else... and suddenly you've been dating him for a while now.

he'll always make you come, but then when you offer to do the same, he'd turn red and back away -- one night, the first time when he cums, he pulls out quickly, he's angry, red and twitching and he tries to clasp his hands around it, but at the last moment you push them away, "want it inside." you say, softly, “wanna feel warm.”

he'll comply (of course he'll comply), and you're just reeling with how much cum he has.

“s-sorry…” he says, as warm ropes spurt into you, warming you up in a way that you don't even know was possible, “m'h sorry.”

“fuck, simon -- ” you say, breathlessly, “baby, this is perfect.” you rake a hand through his blonde curls, “s' all i need,” you murmur into his hair as he collapses in you, “all i need, simon, all i need.”