simon would definitely guide you while you are touching yourself. (f!reader)
simon knew how you somewhat sucked at touching yourself, just not the best at figuring out how to relieve that ache between your legs with your fingers. toys seemed complicated too. plus you had simon, right?
but he wanted to see you touch yourself, callused hands pressing soft repeated kisses on your pouty lips after your initial protests.
“i’ll look too dumb, si…”
“no, love. you’re goin’ to look like the prettiest thing ever.”
your right hand was in between your parted legs, your panties already tossed aside. you swallowed nervously, looking at the way simon was seated in front of you on the bed his brown eyes observing you.
“si…” an unintentional whine left your lips, your hand stopping right in front of your puffy folds, feeling as if you had forgotten everything. what were you supposed to do again?
he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, his lips twitching up a bit as he leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against your neck soothingly. “want me to guide you, love?” he asked, voice all gruff that made your heart melt, earning a desperate nod from you.
“m’kay. first gently touch that pretty clit. nice and slow.” he shifted on the bed and got behind you, pressing his back against the headboard while your back was nicely snuggled into his firm chest, his strong arms wrapping around your neck loosely — his body all big and burly behind you, embracing you and making you feel small in front of him.
your fingers gently begin to gather some slick from your cunt before beginning to lightly touch your clit, feeling it pulsate beneath your fingertips, rubbing it ever so gently. a shudder left you as you leaned backwards into him, spreading your legs a bit wider, your breath hitching.
“doin’ so good f’me. you’re always such a good girl f’me, aren’t you?” he pressed soft kisses on the top of your head, and you could only nod in response, pretty noises leaving your lips.
you gradually begin rubbing your puffy clit with a bit more pressure, your toes curling at the sensitivity, simon’s praises making you feel so lightheaded.
he always knew how to make you more confident in your actions.
“let’s try addin’ in a finger, yeah?” his words slowly coaxed your middle finger to shyly prob your tight entrance, feeling how soaked you already were, pushing your finger in as you clumsily tried to thrust it in and out, mimicing what simon does to you.
it wasn’t helping at all, your one hand was focused on your puffy clit while your other on fucking you with your fingers — the dual tasks making you all the more slower and clumsier, brain feeling too blank.
“c-can’t, si—! m’too tight…” you sniffled, feeling pathetic. you pulled your finger out and just focused on your poor throbbing clit, rubbing it gently.
it was so hard for simon to hold in that grin of his, resting his head on your shoulder while his eyes watched your fingers sloppily rub your cunt.
“s’okay… so proud of you, baby. rub a bit faster, okay?” he kissed the back of your ear, causing your brows to ease up, fingers following his guidance while his hands gently started massaging your tits through the fabric of your shirt.
soon enough, your orgasm did wash over you, your body convulsing in pleasure, shaky moans leaving your lips before you collapsed onto him fully, panting softly.
“mmh, si…” you dreamily sighed, your fingers coated with your slick. simon slowly bought your trembling hand up and let his tongue clean them up, tasting your sweetness. “so fuckin’ tasty.” he snickered, causing you to whine tiredly.
“didn’t feel as good as you…” you pouted.
he really had spoiled you rotten.
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