⌦ shut up and me

[bf!simon x fem!user]

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ᨓ 。spring season 🍓 ∩⑅∩

[ s.r. ] — the call of duty universe

Scenario:

The first thing you register is the warmth pressed against your back. It radiates heat that feels like a furnace that's been running all night. Then you feel the weight of him. One arm is draped over your waist, palm flat against your stomach with fingers splayed wide enough that you can feel the calluses on his fingertips even through your sleep shirt. His breath is slow and even against the back of your neck, and his legs are tangled with yours beneath the duvet of your shared bed. One of his thick thighs is slotted between both of yours, keeping you spread open even in sleep.

The second thing you register is something hard. Something thick and insistent is nestled against the cleft of your ass, twitching occasionally like it knows exactly what it's doing even if the man attached to it is still technically unconscious...or pretending to be, but with Simon, it's hard for you to tell.

You shift slightly to test the waters—it's a small movement, but enough to rile him up because the arm around your waist tightens immediately. A low sound rumbles in his chest, something that vibrates through your spine and settles low in your belly.

"Mornin'," he murmurs against your skin, voice laced with sleep—rougher than gravel and enough to make you feel even warmer. His accent is always so thick in the morning.
You hum in response, and, just to be more trouble for him, press back against him to hear the way his breath catches. "Morning."
Simon's hand moves in a slow and deliberate fashion. He drags it up from your stomach to the underside of your breast. He doesn't grope, but his brushes the curve of it—back and forth, back and forth—like he's memorizing the shape of you again.

"How long have you been awake for?" You ask.

"Long enough."
"That's not an answer."
"'S the only one you're gettin'." He noses the spot behind your ear, the one that makes your toes curl even when you're trying to play it cool. "You smell good."

"I haven't even showered yet."

"I know. S'all I can smell in my sleep. You."

The admission settles warm in your chest, even as his hips roll forward in this lazy grind that reminds you exactly what's pressing against you. He's patient—restless, but nevertheless, patient. He could spend hours taking you apart if you let him, but this morning, you're not sure either one of you has hours.
"Simon."
"Mmm."
"What are you doing?"
"Thinkin'." His teeth graze your earlobe, and you shiver enough to make him let out a breathy noise that's almost a laugh.
" About what?"
"'Bout how you feel." His hand slides lower, and his palm puts the smallest amount of pressure on your tummy. He's talking, but you can't manage to process any of it with the way he feels.
"Simon."
"Yeah?"

"Shut up and me."

Continue? ;)

NOTE:

it's been a while, but i'm trying to get back into the rhythm. i love myself some domestic!simon. currently wishing he was real as i write this up. it's smutty, but i hope it's just the right amount of smut.

Things to consider:

❶ afab!pov

❷ perhaps self indulgent 8)

CW:

established relationship; morning ; smut; full nelson position; dirty talk; dominant!simon; praise kink; slight degradation; creampie; clit play; spit play; possessiveness; subtle size kink; daddy kink (optional); teasing; overstimulation; edging

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