C.O.D MEN MINI FICS

SIMONxREADER

SIMONRILEYxAFABREAFER

TAGS/WARNINGS

In which our lovely reader gets woken up to a surprise ;)

pre-discussed and consensual somonphilia, cunnilingis, kind of unsure Simon, only pronouns are you!
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Simon was a man of great self restraint– it was something he'd always seemed to pride himself on, even from a young age, he'd always had that sense of being able to stop himself in even the most tempting situations. Self-discipline was one of the top things on his list that kept him from doing anything reckless, stupid or idiotic. However, coming home to find you like this... that was unexpected.

You were sprawled out on the bed, blankets wrapped in your limbs like a ribbon with spots of exposed skin in just the right places, your stomach, your upper body, one long leg. You had on a tank top, a pair of rather skimpy black underwear and nothing else– it was almost like you'd planned on tempting him and of course, this was a conversation you'd had with Simon. He usually came home early in the mornings, around 4:30 or 5:00am, when you were still wrapped up in the loving embrace of sleep. There were other circumstances that'd brought the topic up, though. How Simon's low sex drive fluctuated and the urge to be buried deep inside of you hit at the most random times, usually just as early as his returns home.

That was how the conversation was brought up and you were the one to mention it. "You know... you could just..." Your voice trailed off, eyes shifting Simon's face for a moment before darting away.

"Just what?" Simon questioned back, gaze lifting to meet yours. "Oh, don't be nervous, lovey." He cooed gently, sensing the anxiety radiating off of your body. He pulled you closer, into his lap. He placed three gentle kisses against your face lovingly, humming as his arms wrapped around your torso, "What could I just do?" He hummed against your ear.

While his loving reassurance was kind, and seemed to ease some of the anxiety in you, it didn't all leave. "You could just... fuck me while I'm asleep, if you wanted." You told him softly, not daring to meet his gaze.

At first, the idea was one that Simon just seemed to laugh off. It felt... too close for comfort on the lines of what he thought was right, or wrong. Taking advantage of you– even if you'd given previous consent, in a state where you felt safe, vulnerable and comfortable just wasn't something he really was interested in doing.

But... now, taking in the frame of your body, the way your face was completely relaxed and as beautiful as ever with the moonlight shining over your body from the window to the right of the bed... he was seemingly rethinking this. The man leaned over, placing his duffle bag down beside the entrance of your room as he came over to the bed.

Gingerly Simon reached out and gripped the edges of the plush blankets that kept him from taking in every inch of you. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling it back, taking a moment to bask in the glory that was you, your body, your presence. It all filled him as soon as he peeled the material back– this was new for him, slightly exciting, a bit nerve-wracking. You'd asked him to do this. That was what he had to keep reminding himself in an attempt to calm the nerves that had now taken place in his stomach and he hadn't even really done anything yet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, springs groaning and creaking under his weight. He reached out slowly, brushing hair from your sleeping face. He hummed gently, hand cupping the side of your face for a moment as his thumb ran along the height of your cheekbone. He stayed like this for a second or two, simply watching you and allowing himself to feel comfortable enough to do what he really wanted to.

Dark eyes raked over your body, his hand following the movement until his hand and gaze rested on your abdomen. You didn't stir– always such a hard sleeper, which, he supposed was working to his favor at this moment. He crept lower, into the waistband of your underwear. The man let out a gentle exhale as his fingers found the heat of your folds, index finger prodding at your entrance while his thumb brushed teasingly at your clit. Testing the waters, seeing how you'd react. Your body twitched, a pleasured sigh escaping your parted lips. This was enough encouragement for a bit of confidence to well in Simon's chest. He removed himself from the invasion of your underwear, moving to sit between your legs. His fingers hooked into each side of the thin layer of fabric restricting his access to you, slowly pulling them down your legs. Warmed palms followed, tossing the material aimlessly behind him.

He hummed, large palms parting your thighs gently. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of your unclothed frame before his tall frame leaned down, licking a broad stripe along your core. The sound that escaped your still sleeping body was like music to his ears, only more encouragement for him to continue. The second your taste hit his tongue, he was to work. His tongue is latched onto your clit, eye fluttering closed as he allows his instincts to take over.

Simon's hands stayed rested on either of your thighs, placing a minimal amount of pressure as he held them open to keep his access to your body, despite your beginning stages of movement– which was not something new, you were just as squirmy for him while awake and conscious. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming gently against the bundle of nerves. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he felt your hips start to roll against his face a bit, small whines and whimpers escaped you.

You were stirring, and by the way you were moving, Simon could only assume you'd be awake sometime soon. The wet muscle that was providing your unaware body with so much pleasure dipped down, finding it's way into your entrance. The moment it did so, a quickened breath caught in your throat. Your hands reached out, lacing into Simon's short locks. Your eyes opened to slits, brows furrowing lightly. "Fuck... yes..." You hissed out, back arching lightly as you basically forced poor Simon's head to stay buried in your sex.

Your head lifted a bit, breathing out heavily as his tongue plunged in and out of your body, hips bucking against his face. "Please, Simon, please– fuck, don't... don't stop." You managed out, voice breathy and still filled with the grips of slumber. Simon was more than happy to oblige, your broken words and hiccuped noises only seemed to encourage his actions.

The familiar heat of orgasm coiled in your abdomen as his tongue pressed into that perfect, sweet spot nestled deep within your body. Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing closed as you let out a gentle groan, "That's it, right there..." You spoke, moaning as Simon's tongue thrust inside of you as deep as he could. Your back arched further, fingers pulling lightly at the strands of hair zipped between your grip. Your orgasm ripped through your body, a harsh breath escaping first and then the reverb of your moans. Simon's assault on your core stopped, but he stayed between your legs, still suckling at your clit to help ride out the lingering waves of the orgasm crashing over your body.

It was two minutes or so before he stopped, and you'd let your tightened grip on his head go. He hummed gently, fingers stroking along your abdomen as he looked up to you. There was a small smile on his face as he reached out, placing his hand back against your face. He moved so he was atop of you, hovering over your body. His mouth was glistening with your juices but that didn't seem to phase him, he brought his free hand up to wipe against his mouth, "Sweet as ever." He spoke softly, leaning up to place gentle kisses against your neck and jaw.

You hummed back, arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely. You basked silently in the kisses, humming as you tilted your head towards him. Your eyes closed slowly, "Missed you so much..." You tell him softly, fingers toying with the back of his hairline.

He leans down, forehead resting against yours. "I missed you, too, lovie." He whispered back, kissing against your cheek twice before moving to lay next to you. He pulled you against his body, covering you both up. "Get back to sleep, yeah?" He spoke gently, running a hand along your back. "We can continue this in the morning.... let you rest up a bit."

There's a small huffed laugh that escapes your throat, but you don't have much fight. You nodded against Simon's chest. "Yeah..." You muttered, "That sounds... like a really good idea." You whispered out softly, eyes closing as you nuzzled your body against his side.