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Simon Riley wasnât a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes. And right now, those actions consisted of him sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, arms resting on his thighs, watching you like a man utterly engrossed in the most intense thriller of his life. His sharp, brown eyes followed every single one of your movements with laser focusâso much so that you had to stop and arch a brow at him through the mirror.
âYouâre staring,â you mused, dragging a cotton pad soaked in toner across your skin.
Simon didnât even blink. âYeah.â
âThatâs all youâve got to say?â
A slow shrug. âYou do this every night, and it still feels like watchinâ a bloody mission unfold.â
You snorted, shaking your head at his dramatics. âItâs just skincare, Si.â
âTo you,â he countered, tilting his head as you reached for your serum. âTo me? Itâs an operation. Youâve got phases, precise steps, different solutions. Looks like chemical warfare.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the smile tugging at your lips. Simon, this big, lethal man, who faced warzones and threats on a daily basis, was utterly captivated by something as mundane as your skincare routine. He never complainedânot once. In fact, you were convinced he could sit there for hours if given the chance.
As you dropped a few dots of serum onto your cheeks, his fingers twitched. You caught it immediately. âYou wanna do it?â
He exhaled through his nose, pretending to contemplate, but the answer was obvious. âYeah.â
You turned to him, holding out the dropper. âBe gentle.â
His bare hand wrapped around the bottle as he squeezed out a tiny amount. His touch was surprisingly delicate as he smoothed the serum over your skin with slow, deliberate motions.
âThere,â he murmured, voice low, like he had just completed something of grave importance. âGood?â
You hummed, leaning into his touch. âPerfect.â
Simon nodded, satisfied, before leaning back to watch the rest of your routine unfold. His girl, in her element. Nothing in the world could pull him away from this.
The door slammed openâwell, as much as it could with Simon catching it at the last second, his reflexes kicking in. You stumbled in, barely managing to toe off your heels, giggling at absolutely nothing. The room swayed around you, the effects of one too many drinks wrapping around your mind like a thick haze.
Simon, ever the patient man, just sighed. âYouâre pissed.â
You blinked up at him, your pupils blown wide. âMânot.â
âYou are.â He exhaled sharply, stepping forward just as your knees buckled. One strong arm wrapped around your waist before you could faceplant onto the floor. âAlright, câmon, love. Letâs get you sorted.â
You melted against him, cheek pressing against the hard planes of his chest. âYou smell good,â you murmured, voice muffled.
Simon huffed out a small chuckle. âYeah, yeah.â
He guided you toward the bed, setting you down with an ease that made you feel weightless. As soon as your body hit the mattress, exhaustion washed over you in waves, your limbs heavy, your mind sluggish. But just as you were about to succumb to sleep, Simonâs voice cut through the haze.
âYou gotta clean your face first.â
You whined, attempting to burrow into the pillows. âDonât wanna.â
âDoesnât matter.â There was no room for argument in his tone, but there was something else there tooâsomething soft, something⌠fond.
Through half-lidded eyes, you watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing filling the space. When he returned, he had a small cotton pad in one hand and your bottle of micellar water in the other. Your sluggish brain could barely comprehend what was happening as he crouched in front of you, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he cupped your jaw.
âHold still,â he murmured, voice low, as if afraid to startle you.
You hummed, too dazed to do anything but comply. With careful precisionâlike he was handling something fragileâhe pressed the damp cotton pad against your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your foundation. His movements were slow, deliberate, like he was performing some sort of sacred ritual.
The cool sensation against your skin was oddly soothing, and you sighed, leaning into his touch.
Simon shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping him. âDidnât think Iâd be doinâ this, but here we are.
You smiled sleepily. âTaught you well, huh?â
âThat you did.â His thumb brushed over your cheekbone before he continued, working his way down to your chin, your forehead, even swiping a fresh pad over your lips with the utmost care.
When he reached your eyes, he hesitated. âClose âem for me, love.â
You did as he asked, feeling the gentle sweep of the cotton against your lids, ridding them of mascara and eyeliner. His touch never faltered, never rushed.
By the time he was done, your skin felt fresh, clean, and your body⌠impossibly heavy. Sleep tugged at you, lulling you into a warm, blissful state.
Simon sighed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face. âAlright, bed.â
You barely registered the blankets being pulled over you, barely noticed the way he lingered for just a moment longer, watching over you like a silent guardian.
But just before sleep fully claimed you, you mumbled, âLove you, Si.â
A beat of silence. Then, a quiet, barely-there response.
âLove you too, sweetheartâŚâ
once again, i donât know what the fuck this is. it got away from me.
Roommate!Simon Riley who just knows when youâre on your period. Not because you tell him, but because heâs learned to pick up on the little things.
You were never vocal about your cycle, it was something you told him youâd never grown up learning to be comfortable with, he respected that, but really all he wanted to do was take care of you.
Heâd notice the difference in your demeanor first, your sweet, gentle personality fraying slightly at the edges. Things that didnât frustrate you so badly before now made you slam your hand on the table, hands flying up to run through your hair.
âyou alright, lovie?â youâd sigh, rubbing at your eyes. âyeah yeah, just-just frustrated thatâs all.â heâd notice your tight-lipped smile and stick it in his pocket.
Next, it was your appetite. Heâd make you an entire feast and after about five minutes youâd set your phone down, trudging over to the kitchen. He could hear the cabinets rustling, a quiet curse coming from your lips.
âeverything okay?â
âyeah! but, what happened to all the chocolate. or the chips. or those cake things we bought?â He couldnât stop the laugh from bubbling in his chest along with a concerned crease between his brows.
âi think you ate them all!â
âaw man,â youâd come around the corner, pouting. âiâm starving.â heâd drive to the store for you, claiming he was hungry too. He wasnât, but heâd never admit it to you.
As if those two signs werenât enough, heâd find you curled up after he got home from work, your body in a ball on the couch. He typically knew before he even saw you, especially with your arm wrapped around your stomach and tears dripping from those pretty eyes. Heâd sigh, feeling his stomach clench at the thought of you hurting.
âwhatâs the matter baby?â heâd squat down beside you, hand reaching out to rub your back. You were facing away from him, trying to hide your sniffles.
ânothing, my belly jusâ hurts.â
âaw iâm sorry love. lemme get you some medicine, yeah?â
youâd writhe in discomfort, shaking your head as more tears fell down. âalready had some.â
âokay then, letâs try something else.â heâd lean your upper body up, laying it back down on top of his thick thighs after he sat down. heâd then slip a warm hand underneath your his hoodie.
If the simple feeling of his body heat wasnât enough, then heâd massage your lower belly softly, waiting until he saw your eyes close before he could even breathe.
Eventually, over time, youâd grow more comfortable with him. Heâd start making runs for you, grabbing whatever it was you needed and always a little extra.
He memorized your favorite snacks, candies, drinks, and heâd come back with bags full of whatever you wanted.
What really sealed the deal was the time youâd gone out to drinks together. You two had actually been enjoying yourselves for once, no commitments, no work waiting for you the next day, just pure, unadulterated fun. After a few shots, you excused yourself, making a quick trip to the restroom.
He noticed, after the bartender had brought him his second beer, that youâd been gone for quite a while. Nerves overtook his body and he checked his phone, seeing a few texts from you.
i have something really embarrassing to ask
but can you please ask the girl upfront if she has like a pad or a tampon or like anything
You didnât elaborate, didnât need too. He immediately threw down some cash and went to find the woman you were talking about. She handed him a few choices and he mumbled a quick âthank youâ before racing back to the restroom.
He knocked once, twice. âjust me lovie.â Your weak voice beckoned him inside and he slipped through a small crack in the door, locking it behind him. There were several stalls, each one seemingly smaller than the last. âwhich one?â
Your sniffles were loud, and he could practically feel the embarrassment steaming off of your body. âthe big one.â
His heavy footsteps echoed as he made his way to the larger stall on the end. He didnât knock or ask to come in, just squatted his big frame down, holding everything sheâd given him beneath the stall. âgot it?â
âno,â the word was wrapped around tears. âcanât reach.â
âunlock her then yeah?â when he heard your deep sigh he forced a joke past his worry. âI wonât look if thatâs what your worried about. i may be a ladies man, but Iâm no perv sweetâart.â that forced a laugh from your chest and you stretched as far as you could reach with your foot, slipping the lock open.
He pushed the stall in and forced his large frame inside. Your cheeks were flushing a deep shade of red until you noticed large fingers covering his eyes. Another laugh pooled in your gut. âthanks Si.â
That was the first time youâd used that nickname. It made his heart swell. âdonât mention it.â
He closed the stall behind him, holding it shut so you didnât have to worry about latching it again.
It took you a few minutes and some curses before he heard your footsteps on the floor. He opened the stall for you, not missing the streaks of tears down your cheeks as you walked to the sink.
He didnât know what to say, didnât know if there was anything he could say. He wouldnât pretend to know your frustrations, shame, or any other feeling gripping at your heart, but he could try to make them go away. To make you feel less angry.
He was holding paper towels out before you were even finished washing your hands, not missing the whispered âthanksâ which he just grunted to.
âhey,â he grabbed your wrist before you could walk off, letting his thumb combat the rough grip. âyouâre good lovie,â He hoped you could see the smile he was quirking beneath his balaclava or the softness in his eyes begging you to let it roll off your back.
You smiled back, pulling him with you as you unlocked the door. ââm sorry I ruined your night.â
ânah babe, partyâs just gettin started.â he let the hand on your wrist fall to your hip, continuing the soothing circles with his fingertips. ânow letâs get you another drink, shall we?â
You never hesitated to talk to him after that, he was someone you could rely on, he proved that much. And for the first time, you felt soemthing stirring under the surface for him. something other than platonic, something different, something fierce. soemthing that looked a little like love.
what the fuck is this guys? once again iâm doing something random and possibly stupid but whatevs!!!!!!
simon didn't want to go out often, but when he did he was the most possessive simon you've ever seen. never ever for a second left his hands off your body, always there, always touching somewhere.
he loved those little dresses you chose, they drove him crazy and you knew that. but he hated the attention that came along with them. from the eyes of other men. his jaw always tight, his eyes torn between your body and the gazes from other men. but your body always ended getting most of it, of course.
when you finally chose a place to eat, because he was always a gentleman and let you choose, he would always pull your hips and make you sit on his thighs. his hands never leaving your legs, or your waist, or up and down your arm.
you always blushed, very aware of the looks of people surrounding you shoot at you both. simon didn't give a flying fuck, though, you knew that. he always buried his face on your neck, inhaling your scent while you squirm, trying to choose something from the menu. accidentally grinding on his hardening cock, trying to put a little distance since you understood he'd never let you take another chair for yourself.
simon would grip your waist and legs harder, hissing under his breath at the graze of your barely covered ass on his crotch.
"bahave, lov', or i may take you 'ight here on this table", simon would whisper against your neck, soft biting your skin in a warning.
your cheeks would turn red, but that wouldn't mean you'd stop.
best friend's brother!simon riley who can't stop thinking of the way you tasted on his lips the night he pulled you into his room.
best friend's brother!simon riley who moans your name as he gets himself off, shooting a thick, heavy load of pearly white cum onto his stomach, wishing it was in you instead.
best friend's brother!simon riley whom you teased now everytime you came over to their house, short shorts or large shirts of his you'd steal from their laundry, leaving a pair of your lace panties in return.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wrapped the lace panties around his aching cock, desperate for you as he shoots another load into the pretty fabric.
best friend's brother!simon riley who glares at you from across the room now because you're such a brat, accidentally bumping into him all the time, teasing touches to his groin that would send a heat up his body and his blood rushing south.
best friend's brother!simon riley who was growing more frustrated his plan hadn't been working, as now he was yearning for you instead, not the other way around.
best friend's brother!simon riley who realized he was going to have to be the one to make the first move, or make you want him as much as he wants you.
best friend's brother!simon riley who would pull you against the ache in his pants, throbbing under the rough fabric of his jeans as your plump ass grinded against him.
best friend's brother!simon riley who unzipped his jeans, hips bouncing against your rear, reddening the skin, as he pumped you full of his thick cock, whispering filthy, lewd words in your ear
best friend's brother!simon riley who would cum before you, filling your tight cunt full of his seed, thick ropes of heavy, white cream that formed a ring around the base of his cock as he thrusted a few more times for good measures.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wouldn't let you come, leaving you on edge and whining, practically pleading for him to make you go stupid on his cock.
best friend's brother!simon riley who didn't care if you were his sister's best friend, he needed you, and he was going to have you, eventually. now that you were the one yearning for his cock to be buried in your weeping cunt.
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thinking about simon whoâs watching you get another drink from the bar, counting the minutes until you return to the booth your team is currently occupying. he swirls the ice in his glass, glancing over every other second just to make sure youâre still within eyesight while he half listens to johnny talk about the most recent Manchester match. itâs already been 3 minutes. what is taking so bloody long?
âIâm pretty sure youâre burning a hole in the back of her head with that stare mate,â kyle says, lightly nudging simonâs shoulder. simon turns to face him, eyebrows knitting together. âmâjust making sure sheâs alright.â
the corner of kyleâs mouth twitches. âsheâs a big girl, isnât she? seems to be handling herself just fine.â
prick. simon takes a sip of his drink, glaring at him over the glass. heâs fully aware you can handle yourself, heâs seen you drop full grown men to their knees in the field without breaking a sweat. so why does it feel more dangerous to leave you alone in a stupid bar? another quick glance back to the bar reveals you laughing with the bartender, complimenting her hair and enjoying some small talk.
âand simon wants to handle her.â johnnyâs words came out slow and a bit slurred, proof that heâd probably had one too many. if heâd been a little less intoxicated simon wouldâve shoved him out of the booth. âlooks like someone else does too,â kyle mumbled, lifting his glass and looking back in the direction of the bar. simon swears he feels his neck crack at the speed he turns to look.
who the fuck is that?
there's a tall blonde man standing close â too close â to you at the bar. toothpaste commercial smile, wavy hairâŚand hands that are way too antsy for simonâs taste. the way they move back and forth in the space between the two of you, resting on the bar next to your arm. thereâs no need for him to get so close. simon ignores the bubbling pit of annoyance growing in his stomach â and johnnyâs childish âooohâ as he turns back to the table. âgood for him.â
kyle lets out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he looks down at the empty glass in his hands. âyou're one stubborn git, Iâll tell ya.â placing the glass back down on the table, he looks back up at his masked friend. âyou know, if I felt the way you do about her, she wouldâve been mine a long time ago.â
simonâs eyes narrow into a glare. âwhat is that supposed to mean?â
âmeans exactly what I said.â he shrugs. âyou want her so fucking bad, go get her. I wouldnât let anything stop me if I was you.â
simon scoffs. if only it was that simple. there was no room for error with you. letting you in was a gamble in itself, and nowâŚlosing you was simply not an option. heâd managed to convince himself that it wouldnât be possible to get attached, that being friendly was for the teamâs sake. it definitely wasnât because he was tired of only seeing you in flashes during dreams. and it absolutely was not because he found himself leaving every interaction with you feeling lighter. happier, almost.
âthings are best as they are.â his answer was low, but kyle didnât miss the tinge of sadness to his words.
âdoes she feel that way? did you ever bother to ask her? because I think if you did, she mi-â
âoh, shit.â johnnyâs tone has considerably sobered as he looks past his friends at the bar where you stand. âshe does not look happy.â
understatement of the century, simon thought as he turned back to you. hands on your hips, a scowl gracing your features. he swears heâs never seen someone look so angry and so beautiful at the same time. youâre glaring up at the prick with the pepsodent smile, spitting what looks to be venom at him while he looks down his nose at you condescendingly. if simon wasnât overcome with irritation for whatever heâd done to piss you off, he wouldâve enjoyed the sight. his little spitfire.
his. he needs to stop using that word when it comes to you. too dangerous to get used to.
she can handle it repeats in his head like a prayer. every muscle aches to run over and toss the man on the floor, not even stopping to find out what he had done to piss you off first, but he squeezes his glass to placate himself. sheâs a big girl, like kyle said. a task force solider. if she needs help, she â
simonâs on his feet within seconds of your panicked gaze meeting his. there's something in your eyes, a look heâs ever seen before and is already planning on never seeing again. he barrels his way across the room as people part like the red sea, leading a path right to where you stand. the man has stepped closer to you, a slimy look on his face as he leers down at you. he may be tall, but simon towers over him as he steps up behind him, fists clenched. âoi.â
the man, who simon has decided is called dickhead, turns lazily to face him. his eyes widen slightly as he takes in the mountain of a man hovering behind him but he quickly masks it, trying his best to look bored.
âthe fuck are you doing bothering my girl?â
dickhead has the balls to roll his eyes. simon imagines all the ways he could cut them out.
âi told you I have a boyfriend,â you snap. simon is pleasantly surprised by this, although what else does he expect? you obviously wanted this man to leave you alone, and that should have given him reason enough to do so. should have. he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
ânot so tough now that heâs not sitting all the way over there now, huh?â
simon nearly falls over. you told this guy that he was your boyfriend? he blinks once at you before he realizes that itâs not the time to digest this information. dickhead is still here and vertical, and thatâs a problem. perhaps itâs the rounds of whiskey johnny kept talking him into, but something primal switches on when simon falls into the persona youâve just created for him. the idea of you being his, needing him flooded his thoughts. dickhead mustâve seen the murderous expression slip onto his face just like one of his masks because the color drains from his face. simonâs voice lowers to a dangerous level.
âspeak to her again and see how long you live. now walk away.â
a smart choice, simon hums to himself as dickhead scurries away looking slightly green. he has no idea how smart. simon snaps out of his musings as a hand softly rests on his forearm. wide, grateful eyes stare back up at him as he allows himself to take in current situation. âthank you so much simon, he was such a fucking creep. started asking me shit about my underwear and wouldnât let me past him.â
âheâs lucky I didnât know that before I let him go.â heâll be less lucky later on. simon has a new errand to run, but that can wait until after youâre finished holding his arm and staring up at him like he hung the moon.
âso. when were you gonna tell me we were an item?â the joke tumbles out before he has time to think about it. by the look on your face, you're not about to take off running, so he continues. âyâshould probably keep me in the loop about things like that, hm?â he braces himself for the what he thinks is the inevitable â I was only joking, simonâŚyeah, as ifâŚI know, could you ever imagine that?
instead, the giggle that he receives in response makes his heart swell. laughter shouldnât sound so musical and delicate. and it definitely shouldnât come from a girl as beautiful as you when you're laughing. somehow, the fact that its him you're laughing at makes it sound even better. in that moment, simonâs hit with the bone chilling realization that he is fucked. so fucked itâs not even funny. the hours spent building his walls up just for you to tear them down again with a simple good morning, simon had been for nothing, because there was no running from this. and this is why he allows himself to wrap an arm around your waist as you formulate your reply.
if his show of affection takes you by surprise it doesnât show. instead, you take a step closer to him, your hand coming to rest on his side as he pulls you to him. âseems like you were in the loop just fine, riley. after all, I'm âyour girlâ, right?â he wishes he could kiss you, press you back against the bar because yes, you are his girl, and to hear it in that teasing tone of voice is driving him to madness. heâs almost sure you know what you're doing, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes. itâs not fair to look at him like that, not if you donât mean it. and simon isnât 100% sure, but â
âIâm gonna put that on my resume. âsimon rileyâs girlâ,â you chirp as you drag him back to your booth. simon smiles. he can settle for 99.9%.
a/n: this has been bouncing around in my head all day enjoy <33
this struck something in me
The room is dimly lit, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electricâraw and consuming.
But then, just as youâre both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.
"Yâknow," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."
You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but itâs no useâyouâre shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.
You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He doesnât respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasnât just shattered the mood entirely.
"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.
"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."
The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.
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