Simon Smoke x Male reader

Sexy but warn out

!!!WARNING!!!
-Sexual abuse-

You woke up slowly, feeling a cold chill where warmth used to be. Simon was gone. You blinked, disoriented, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Sitting up, you glanced around the room, rubbing your arms to shake off the cold. The bed, once radiating heat, now felt empty and distant.

What time was it? Morning? Noon? Night? You couldn't tell in this strange castle. You stood up and decided to check if the main gate was open, curiosity and uncertainty urging you forward.

As you made your way down the winding halls, your footsteps echoed faintly against the stone floor. When you reached the main hall, you froze. Standing near the center of the room was Baba Chops, the black sheep with long, spiderlike legs. Her eyes gleamed with a quiet, unsettling menace. What was she doing here? You instinctively ducked behind a pillar, watching her every movement as she scanned the room with slow, deliberate steps.

For a tense moment, you held your breath, unsure of what she was searching for. But then, with a soft click of her hooves, Baba Chops finally left, disappearing into the shadows beyond the castle gate.

You exhaled in relief, but before you could move, you saw Simon emerge from a vent in the far corner of the hall. His eyes darted around cautiously, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw Baba Chops was gone. It was clear now-he had been hiding too.

Simon quickly shut the large gate with a heavy thud, and instantly, the castle felt warmer, more secure. The chill you had felt earlier seemed to lift, and the familiar sense of comfort returned. Then, Simon's gaze landed on you, standing in the corner of the room.

His expression softened. "Oh, well, if it isn't Mister Pretty," Simon teased, though his tone carried a hint of genuine care. "You should be in bed, by the way."

For a moment, you weren't sure if he was serious. It was as if last night-the tension, the anger-had all vanished, like it never happened. You were relieved to see him in a better mood, but the shift in his behavior was still confusing.

"So, Y/N," Simon continued, stepping closer with a more commanding tone, "you're not allowed to leave unless I say so... Got it?"

There was a quiet intensity in his voice, something authoritative yet protective, as if he was trying to establish a boundary not out of malice, but because he was worried about what-or who-was outside.

You looked Simon up and down until you realized there was a slit between his legs. Wait he's transgender? No he's a reptile and that slit hid his penis from others unless he gets horny then his dick starts showing.

The thought of this made you a bit horny and you blushed but as you were standing there you noticed the slit starting to move. Simon was getting horny aswell.

"You know, this dragon is starting to get hungry. How about I get myself a sweet juicy snack" Simon said in a flirting way.
You wanted to but you declined. Simon got angry, he didn't want his tough guy act torn so he made himself tough by grabbing you by the neck and pinning you against the wall.

"I said I'm hungry and I need my snack". He got angry with you to angry that his claws started to tear your skin. "No stop, STOP!" You yelled, your voice full of fear. You tried to break free but it was useless. A claw grabbed your shirt and ripped it off, your smooth light skin was exposed along with your slim buff body. Simon smiled.

"Wow looks like this boy is to cute to eat... I'll have to praise him in a different way" his voice deep. You looked down at Simon's croch and saw his dick fully erect, goddamn he was big, at least 9.3 inches or 23 cm to be exact.

You blushed but you didn't want this to happen. Wait why does Simon have a dick? He's a children's entertainment toy unless. A growl snapped you out of your trance and you realized your pants were ripped off. Simon in delight, was smiling "Look at that cock, so cute" he said with mischief in his deep teenage voice.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you-" Simon started to say, but before he could finish, you instinctively swung your fist, landing a solid punch right on his nose. The impact sent him stumbling back, clutching his face. His eyes widened as blood trickled down his snout.

"Ow, what the hell!" he cried, his voice cracking with disbelief. Tears welled up in his eyes, and for a second, he looked less like the confident, arrogant dragon you knew and more like a kid who'd just been hit for the first time.

Was he serious? You hadn't punched him that hard, just enough to get him off you. But there he was, lying on his back, tears spilling from his eyes. You expected anger, maybe even another outburst, but instead, he started muttering under his breath, a shaky voice trying to hold on to his pride.

"I'm a cool dragon... I'm a rich dragon... I'm an awesome dragon...," Simon mumbled, staring up at the ceiling, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. "I'm a sexy dragon."

You paused, the realization hitting you like a wave. This wasn't about the punch-it was about something deeper. Simon was more fragile than he let on, hiding behind layers of arrogance and self-praise to keep up his "cool guy" act. He wasn't just upset about the hit; he was clinging to his image, his identity as the confident, untouchable dragon. And now, in this moment, that image was crumbling.

Suddenly, you felt a pang of guilt. He wasn't just some narcissistic jerk. He was still a teenager on the inside-scared, unsure, and desperately trying to maintain control over how the world saw him.

You knelt down beside him. "Simon... I'm sorry I hit you," you said softly, your tone more gentle now. "But you can't force people to do things they don't want to do."

Simon stopped sobbing, wiping the blood from his nose with a claw. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something vulnerable behind that usually smug expression. But just as quickly, his face hardened again, and he pushed himself up to his feet.

"Don't tell me what to do," he snapped, but the edge in his voice wasn't as sharp as it usually was. He turned away from you and started walking toward his room. You thought he was done with you, but then, without warning, Simon grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him.

You followed, more confused than anything, but you didn't resist. He led you into his room and threw himself down on the large bed, pulling you down beside him. For a moment, you lay there in silence, the warmth of his body radiating toward you, but Simon didn't say a word. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close like a child clinging to a stuffed animal.

It was a surprising, almost tender gesture. Despite everything, despite his arrogance, Simon needed comfort. And maybe, just maybe, you did too.

You let yourself relax in his embrace. His warmth was soothing, the tension between you two easing as he started to breathe more steadily, soft snores escaping his mouth. You smiled faintly, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. Maybe Simon wasn't as bad as you thought. Maybe under all that bravado, there was something... real.

Just as you were starting to drift off, Simon stirred, his voice soft and almost hesitant. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

The question caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. You turned to look at him, expecting to see his usual cocky grin, but instead, Simon's eyes were filled with uncertainty. It wasn't just a line-it was a real, vulnerable question, one that left you speechless.

And for the first time, you realized how much Simon needed someone. Not just to praise him or feed his ego, but to understand him, to see beyond the facade. You needed to be his...

This part was longer than I planned, I think I got carried away to much but I would say this counts as smut... But also not. I'm not sure when I'm going to add a smut chapter but I will.

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