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im still high on dadbod simon so uhm thinking about someone at a bar hitting on you because they don’t know that the old man you’re out with is not a guardian nor a friend, but is your goddamn date. and while it doesn’t send simon down a spiral of insecurities, he still starts hovering even closer. he’s always pulling you to his lap, doesn’t matter who the company is. his friends quickly get used to the sight—how could they not? you’re a darling, and you look the prettiest dolled up on simon’s hold.

and when he’s fucking you, when he’s got you bearing all his weight while he fucks you on your knees, he uses the incident as dirty talk.

“remember ‘im, love?” simon croons, his voice almost drowned by the resonating sounds of skin slapping against skin. “he thought i’m not y’r daddy. thought y’re too good f’me.”

you keen underneath him, your body toppling to the mattress when your arms fall limp. simon easily follows, adjusting so that the jut of his gut sits atop your ass, and it should be a crime how this position wedges him even further in because he’s pressing against tender places, his cockhead nudging at something that almost makes it feel like he’s hitting the back of your throat.

“shh,” simon rumbles. “daddy’s got you, sweet’art. daddy’s got you.”