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Grace was an amazing roommate most of the time. He was sweet and attentive and never did anything to upset Simon, he really couldn’t ask for a better roommate.
That being said, Simon was a little upset with Grace right now. He had told him that he’d be back at 9 pm and it’s going on 10 and he’s still not back.
It was a simple party. Grace liked parties, they reminded him of his college years, but he never tried to stay out late. He was normally back and in bed by 9:30. So why the fuck is he taking so long?
Grace opened the door and stumbled inside, accidentally running straight into Simon’s chest.
He smelled like another alpha.
“You’re late,” Simon murmured. He grabbed Grace’s hips to steady him and leaned down, scenting out that putrid scent.
“I got—got caught up in something.”
“Another alpha’s bed?”
Grace’s face scrunched up. “No. There was just this alpha. He was insistent and wouldn’t get off of me until I blew him, it’s just a little—“
“What?” Simon’s hands tightened slightly before his hands started rubbing and scenting Grace.
“It’s fine, I don’t care—“
“It’s not fine, that was shitty. Did he even get you off?”
“That’s—“
“Angel.”
“He… no. He didn’t,” Grace mumbled, tucking his head away into Simon’s neck.
“Can I fix that? Poor thing, he didn’t deserve you. So good, you know that? Best omega ever.” Simon gently scented Grace, rubbing his wrist over the back of the omega’s neck.
“Wh—what?” Grace asked, the tension leaking out of his body with each swipe of his wrist. His scent was sweetening and his ruffled hair was fluffy against Simon’s chin where he stayed tucked into his neck.
“Can I get you off? You deserve to feel good after that horrible man forced you to get him off,” Simon soothed, gently kissing Grace’s hair.
“Do—you don’t have to—“
“I want to. A perfect omega like you should be writhing in pleasure, not giving it out and receiving nothing in return.”
Grace pulled his head out of Simon’s neck. “You wanna get me off?” He whined.
“Please let me?” Simon pressed his forehead to Grace’s. His hands clutched helplessly at the omega’s hips, keeping him as close as possible.
Grace nodded, dumbfounded.
“Do you have a safeword, pretty omega?” Simon asked, spinning him around and guiding him to his bedroom.
“A—a safeword? Is this gonna hurt?” Grace asked. He got a little tenser.
Simon didn’t necessarily blame him. Safewords were most often used for violent sex, but that wasn’t the goal. “Not in the slightest, Angel. You’re just gonna leave your head for a little while, and it’s good if you have something to get you out immediately if something goes wrong. Just want you to be safe, understand?”
Grace nodded. “O… okay. Uhm, how about molecule?”
“That’s perfect. You say molecule and everything stops until you ask for it to continue, okay?” Simon gently coaxed Grace down onto his bed, cupping his face to pet him and rub his scent into his skin.
“Yeah,” Grace said, eyes fluttering shut and a small purr bubbling up in his chest.
“And if I ask for your color, do you know what that means?”
“Red means stop, yellow means slow down and check in, and green means go,” Grace hummed, his scent heady and pleasant.
“Good boy, that’s perfect. Will you let me take your clothes off, pretty angel?” Simon slowly let his legs fold under him, kneeling between his omega’s knees.
“Yeah,” Grace breathes.
“Color?”
“Green. So green.”
Simon kissed the inside of his knee and gently reached up, undoing the belt that kept Grace’s low waist pants up. He hadn’t nearly appreciated his omega’s pretty outfit before, his low waist jeans and little crop top, the jewelry he had on, and especially the strings of a thong high on his hips. “So pretty. All for me to undress. So perfect,” Simon cooed, kissing Grace’s stomach right above his waistband. He could hear the slight hitch of breath from the omega and he grinned a little, tugging his pants off.
Grace let his pants be tugged off, but he closed his legs and covered his face with his hands when Simon looked back up.
“Angel, be good for me and spread your legs, yeah? Wanna see my pretty omega’s cunt, you’re so sweet,” Simon cooed, kissing Grace’s knees.
“It—it’s embarrassing.”
“Not a thing to be embarrassed about, pretty thing. You’re gorgeous, I just wanna get a good look at you.”
“Are you… are you gonna eat me out?” Grace asked, timid.
“If you’ll let me. You smell so sweet, I just know you’ll taste like heaven.”
“But—that’s gross. I do not taste good. No—not that I’ve tasted myself! I haven’t, I just—“
Simon picked up Grace’s ankles and with one hand, tipped him backwards into his back and pushed his knees up to his chest. “There we go, aren’t you pretty? And you’re so wet,” Simon observed, nuzzling against Grace’s clothed cunt. The fabric was soaked, and Simon mouthed over it for a taste.
He could hear Grace whimper and clutch at the sheets, but he had bigger things to think about. Like, for example, his omega’s pretty, delicious cunt. He tasted like coffee, sweet and caffeinated and perfect. He could die in this cunt and he wouldn’t have an issue in the world.
He nosed Grace’s underwear out of the way and tentatively licked at his sweet, pert clit. His omega arched his back and tried to squirm out of his grip, but Simon kept a good grip on his ankles. His whines were so lovely sounding.
With that, he ducked down and sucked on Grace’s clit. His ankles nearly got away, but Simon adjusted and used his free hand to finger Grace's soaked cunt. The noises leaving his angel’s mouth sounded like heaven to him, and he only pressed harder. He crooked his fingers up and spread them apart while working that sensitive, swollen bud against his tongue.
It didn’t take long for Grace to come, slick gushing against his chin while Simon pulled his fingers out to lap it up.
“Th—hah! Thank—thank you!” Grace whined, pawing at the sheets. Aw. So sweet.
Simon pulled away and rolled Grace over onto his knees, gently pulling his hips up while kissing his nape and scenting him some more. His omega made a little confused noise and turned his head to look at him.
“What—“ Grace started.
“So pretty, perfect little cunt and perfect omega,” Simon purred, gently slipping his cock inside and pulling Grace backwards to slide deeper. “Taste just as good as you smell.”
“Ag—again?” Grace whined, his cunt fluttering around Simon’s cock. Poor thing, so sensitive.
“Mm? You only came once.”
“On—only?”
“Mhm. Wanna make you feel good.”
“I only got—only got that guy off once—“
Simon growled and pushed his hips a little harshly in order to get Grace to abandon that thought. “That guy doesn’t matter right now. You’re gonna lay there and let me make you feel good, okay? We stop only when you tell me. You know how to stop me.”
“Oh—okay,” Grace whimpered, his scent horny and cared for. It made Simon purr with happiness.
His cock was a little long, he had to admit. His poor angel’s cunt would just have to take it if he wanted to be properly knotted, but that was for later. Right now, he just needs to make Grace fall apart.
Simon kept his face in Grace’s nape, pulling his hips back and jerking them forward. His omega gasped and whined with a little punched out noise, clawing at the bed. Sweet thing. Simon was willing to bet he’d never had more than one orgasm from a partner based purely on how his cunt spasmed around his cock.
“Pretty puppy,” Simon purred, kissing his cheek. He was a pretty puppy, prettiest puppy in all the land.
“Uh—uh! Y—Y’reinm’gutss—“ Grace whined, loud and dramatic. Oh well, he deserved to be a little dramatic, he did have 8 inches up his pretty cunt.
“Feel good?” Simon asked.
“Green! Good!” Grace cried.
Simon sped up. “Pretty pup, so good at following orders. I didn’t even have to ask for your color, good boy.”
“Fu—uuhnn—mmhn—“ Grace buried his face in the mattress, but Simon wasn’t having it. He grabbed onto the omega’s hair—soft—and pulled so that he could hear him.
“None of that. Wanna hear you loud and clear, got it?” Simon asked, fucking deeper and pulling Grace backwards into his cock by his hair.
Grace sobbed, moaning loudly into the air. “Ye—yes! Und—got—got ituhh!” Grace sounded so pretty and dumb, it filled him with such a rush. This beautiful, smart man was letting Simon take care of him? Was letting Simon fuck him stupid? It made him overwhelmingly aroused.
Simon smoothed his hand over the small of Grace’s back, fucking him a little harder while he played with the strings of his thong. He probably should have properly taken those off, but whatever. Grace was pretty in them and they were out of the way, so whatever.
All of the little whines and wrecked noises from Grace were making him throb. He felt so close to knotting him, but he couldn’t. He had to ask. “Angel, angel, baby. Am I allowed to knot you?”
“Yes!”
Ough. Simon was so gonna have to apologize to their neighbors. Whatever. Later.
He grabbed firmly onto Grace’s hips and slammed his growing knot inside to the sound of Grace screaming his own orgasm. His limbs felt lax and pleasant once he was fully settled and knotted inside Grace, so he happily leaned down and scented him while he came down from his high.
His omega’s eyes were glazed over and when Simon pressed the two of them deeper into the soft bedding, they rolled to the back of his head. Pretty pup. He was gonna have the nicest trip from subspace ever, Simon would make sure of it.