sayakosama

[sayakosama]

i got a little carried away •~•

anyways, here’s some extremely ooc simon riley x reader smut, not proof read, english aint my first language, this is my first post, and i WOULD LOVE me some feedback 🩵 have fun reading

MDNI

including: belly bulge, possessiveness, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet, gorgeous, darling), trapped together, one bed, baby sitting, (kinda) enemies to lovers

wc: ~11.5k (i think)

NOT LORE ACCURATE

nsfw under the cut

The day you received a friendly text from your superior, Captain Price, asking you to watch his new born daughter Kelly, you knew nothing about what that fateful night held in store for you.

You, of course, instantly agreed; you did not get to work with children at all, even though you loved them with all your heart, but to tend to childrens wounds was not part of your work agenda as a military nurse.

You were stationed as a nurse on most bases and camps where Captain Price’s taskforce was also active.

You had grown well accustomed to the members and held a nice kinship with most of them.

After you answered your Captain’s text, claiming how excited you were and that he and his wife needn’t worry about anything and they should just enjoy their well deserved date night.

The next day, after you finished some paper work, that had been lying around your desk for quite some time, you made your way home.

Making your way to your car, a deep voice called out your name. Turning around, you recognise your Captain’s silhouette jogging in your direction.

“Good thing i still caught ya. Just wanted to give you a heads up, another one of our team is coming tonight. I just sent out messages to everyone i trusted, so it got kinda messy when the both of you responded so quickly, and I thought that two people would be better anyways for Kelly’s arse since my wife and I barely can take care of ‘er without getting burnt out” He looked at you apologetically, before putting a hand on your shoulder: “Thank you so much for watching ‘er tonight. I’m warning ya tho, bring something warm, there’s supposed to be a snow storm tonight”

You did hear about that snowstorm that was said to be the hardest one to hit ever since the start of winter.

“Yeah, I did hear about that one, I just hope the news overdid it again, like that one time there was supposed to be a rain flood…” You shook your head laughing at the memory.

You took the day off, because you were convinced the news didn’t lie when they said the flood would come in high and mighty, only to be met with barely 15 minutes of rain that wasn’t even enough to water your pink coloured peonies that were adorning your front garden.

“I thought about ordering some take out or pizza for you guys, would you be up for that?”

He asked, while you got to unlocking your car.

You nodded your head, take out sounded real nice.

“I’ll pay tho, can’t be in debt to my Captain”

He tsk’d and shook his head while doing a dismissive hand movement.

“Bollocks, yer already watching that little brat, the least I could do is treat ye both to dinner”

After some time spent arguing about who should be the one paying and wether it was a nuisance for you to watch Kelly, the Captain looked at his watch with an alarmed face and cursed under his breath: “Ah shite, I should definitely get going, my wife wants to get going timely”

You said your goodbyes and he went off with a slight jog in his step while you got in your car.

Just as you were about to drive off you noticed you never asked for whose company you were to expect.

You put on some comfy clothes, a tank top and some comfy pyjama pants, along with your coat and a pair of gloves before leaving your house.

In your bag you carried your candle and some baby treats in the hopes of calming Kelly down in case she was to throw a tantrum.

It was snowing when you got to your Captain’s house, making the neighbourhood look like a christmas wonderland.

Garlands and lights were strung across the rooftop of his traditional but modern house, a few faux icicles hanging from the windowsills. Lounging on the front porch you spotted a light-up reindeer with some ribbons (definitely courtesy of his wife, you were sure).

You pressed the door bell, and while waiting for someone to open the door, you let your gaze wander; some day, you would love to call a house like this your own, with a loving and doting husband and some lovely kids at your side. Preferably at least two. Maybe three.

But unfortunately, your job didn’t leave a lot of time for dating and getting to know new people, especially those that would be understanding of your job and life. It was hectic, brutal, exhausting. Often times you saw injuries, that would haunt you for days and nights, broken bones that are sticking out of bloodied skin, bombed off limbs or cut off fingers.

Nobody could call your job particularly nice, but if filled you with a type of macabre satisfaction and pride you could not describe.

Soldiers, your teammates, were putting their lives on the line for this country, the least you could do was patch them up and take care of them. You do not know why, but it felt like an instinct. You knew what people needed, and taking care of the injured was part of your personality, some motherly responsibility you could not let go of, no matter how hard you tried.

The door was opened, interrupting our train of thoughts.

“Hey, I brought some wine as a-“ before you could finish you looked at who was standing in the door way, and it was not your captain.

His shoulders were filling out most of the doorway, his height towering over you easily. In order to fully look at him, you had to crane your head.

‘I forgot how tall he was…’ you thought to yourself.

Of course, you had worked with Simon “Ghost” Riley before, patched him up and fixed his busted knuckles more than just a few times, one time even his nose and lips.

That did not conclude you were particularly fond of him and you were a 100% sure that the feeling was mutual.

Everytime he came in, he was rude, not just grumpy because he obviously was hurt, but he went out of his way to make snide comments about your appearance, your way of bandaging his biceps or sewing his torso.

His unusually handsome features and more than fit body did nothing the overshadow his shitty personality.

“Yer gonna come in or do you want to freeze yer arse to death?”

You jumped a little at his rough-edged, deep voice, that had a mocking tone to it.

You lowered your head, wiped off your shoes on the door mat that said some corny christmas phrase and took them off before stepping off so you wouldn’t track in the snow and get the floor wet.

“Hurry up, it’s getting cold”

You rolled your eyes with your back turned to him. You had never openly expressed your disdain for his commentary and his behaviour, but you guessed it was obvious to him how much you disapproved of him.

“Ah, y/n, there you are! Simon came a little earlier so I could show him the important things and stuff, I’m sure he will explain everything to you later! We are off now, moneys on the counter along with some menus of our favourite places. If you have any questions, please call, we won’t be bothered by it at all!”

His wife came in to your view from the behind the corner and added: “Kelly is sleeping right now, but she usually wakes up around 8, so in about…” she checked the beautiful gold watch on her wrist “an hour. After she had her dinner bottle she usually sleeps for a few solid hours before waking up again. We should be back for the third feeding though.” she concluded while grabbing her designer purse and putting on her high heel boots.

Her husband handed her her coat, kissed her on the forehead and takes her hand before saying their goodbyes.

With that, he shut the door behind him and his wife, who - respectfully - was looking like she was in for a railing tonight.

“Well then… Let’s take a look at the menus they left behind, shall we?”

You turned around, a fake positivity adorning your voice, an attempt to alleviate the thick tension between the two of you.

Simon didn’t reply, but judging by the heavy footsteps that you heard behind you, you assumed that he was agreeing with you. A man of his size had to eat a lot, you thought.

Sitting down at the dinner table in the spacious kitchen that sported a high tech oven and a kitchen island, you looked at the restaurant brochures laid out in front of you.

“What do you usually like to eat when ordering takeout?” you asked, genuine curiosity laced your voice as you picked up a flyer from a place called “Slice, Slice, Baby”.

“Not that kind of crap” He mumbled and snatched the menu of the millennial pizza place right out of your hand.

“Hey-“ you started, but quickly shut up once you realized how closely he was standing behind you.

Normally you were the one standing when tending to his wounds, so you did not get o see Simon at his full height very often.

Once he came in to your tent or room, he was already lying or sitting down on your doctors table and you were leaving again before he got the chance to stand up and dress himself.

He was big. Like, really big. And you were not one to be intimidated easily, but Simon’s dark clothing and his towering figure behind you make goose bumps spread on your neck and an indescribable feeling pool in the pit of your stomach.

Once you realised how weird you must come off, staring at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you swallowed hard and decided to continue the conversation on different terms.

Simon, in that moment, didn’t mind your weird staring at all.

Your big eyes and your plush lips were drawing him in like nothing else ever has.

The innocent look in your glistening eyes was enough to get him half hard already, and if you unconsciously licked over your lips one. more. time.

Simon did not want to imagine what came after that. Not when it was clear you despised him with all your might.

I mean, he totally did imagine that a thousand times already, at least a thousand times. But being in such a close proximity to you was dangerous. It was testing his self restraint and patience like nothing else ever had.

Simon had laid on hard, frozen grounds with a sniper rifle pushed to his eyes for longer, thinking that he was about to freeze his left testicle off, but even that wasn’t as hard as his dick being completely alone in a room with you.

“Simon?”

He snapped out of his filthy thoughts, only to find you waving another one of those stupid menus in front of his stomach, probably because you did not want to stretch in an awkward position just to reach his face.

He sat down beside you then, taking a lot at what was laid out before him.

“Let’s decide by terminating. Me, personally, I hate arabic food”

“WHAT?!” you exclaimed on his left, shocked.

“I will not elaborate further. What are you terminating?” he asked casually, while putting a brochure aside from an arabic restaurant called “the caravan”.

“Hmm…” You thought about it for a moment.

“I guess I would rather not eat Indian Food today, I am just not in the mood for something too spicy”

You loved spicy food, but destroying the toilet and getting red as one of the chillies that would probably end up in your mouth did not stand on the bucket list of “things i want to do in front of my lieutenant”.

“Well, I guess that automatically makes Thai cuisine a non-contester too” he grumbled, leaning back in the chair that he made look comically small.

You looked at him for a short second, noticing how the tight t-shirt he was wearing stretched over his thick biceps when he crossed them over his trained chest.

You were surprised though, that he could muster up such a civilian answer, instead of coming with a rude comment like “What, can’t handle any spice, you pathetic weakling?” Not that he ever called you pathetic, or weakling, for that matter, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“I guess it does, yeah… That leaves us with Italian and Chinese” You came to a conclusion, putting the menus of an actual pizzeria and a chinese restaurant in between the two of you.

“I never had chinese”

“WHAT?!” you exclaimed a second time this evening, and this time, you couldn’t contain what followed: “where the fuck were you born, on fucking Uranus? Saturn?” You turned to him in disbelief.

Since he didn’t have his mask on you could clearly see how amusement grazed his handsome facial features, his left brow furrowed just a bit, his full and scarred lip lifting.

He opened his mouth, revealing a set of surprisingly straight teeth, but before he could even get out a word, you were already rambling on.

“That’s it, we are eating chinese tonight. And I don’t even care if you want it or not, I will pick something out for you and you will like it, whether you want it or not!”

Quickly, you scribbled down the numbers of what you would be ordering for Simon and yourself on a piece of napkin. You would definitely not memorise all that, you picked out quite a bit for Simon to eat, since with that stature, he would need to eat a lot more than you, you assumed.

Simon didn’t utter a word while you silently threaded through your final choice and just snorted when you said you would like a coke zero cherry with your meal.

Opening the fridge you found a few beers, some liquor and a few different types of wine.

You frowned upon seeing the selection.

“What, nothing to yer liking, princess?”

You jumped a bit, his voice was so close to your skin, as if he was standing directly behind you, taking a peek over your shoulder.

“I- I don’t really drink…” You admitted. Taking some breaths you tried to steady your heartbeat, but instead of air that was supposed to clear your head and calm your racing heart, you breathed in a full breath of his perfume; strong, with a hint of ice and pine. It fit Simon perfectly. And although you did not like what it did to your head, you must admit that you felt really light and warm all of a sudden. Like an unknown heat was creeping up your neck and your cheeks, quelling from the deepest pit of your stomach.

“Well, that’s just unfortunate.. This stuff tastes real good mixed with milk” His thick arm extended past your left side into the fridge, only to come out, holding a bottle of gold liquor.

“Really? I mean, a little bit surely won’t hurt, right?” You shrugged your shoulders and gave Simon a small smile.

Unexpectedly, you had to admit that Simon did not throw comments your way that hurt you in any way until now, so you cut him some slack.

Maybe he just wanted to look good in front of his superior or he was just different when out of service.

What you did not know was that Simon indeed was one of the first few people to respond to the Captains message alongside you, but he did not plan on coming too, since the other two people were enough.

But when Price told him it was you and some scrawny boy that had taken interest in you, jealousy sparked inside him. He told Price, that under any circumstances, he and you were to watch Kelly, not you and that boy whose name Simon did not even remember.

Simon had taken an obvious liking to you. He just did not know how to show it. And frankly, it was wrong to do so if he could; he was almost 10 years older than you, a giant of a man in his thirties, and you, an innocent military nurse who was adored by everyone and would surely not indulge in his needs and would not accept his way of showing his love.

But oh, god curse him, all that Simon wanted to do when you looked at him like you were doing just now; doe-eyed, holding a baby bottle in hand since it was almost Kelly’s feeding time, looking so domestic, all he wanted to do was to rip open your pretty pyjama pants with teddy bears and choo choo trains and fuck you raw over the kitchen island. He would breed you over and over again, and as soon as the two lines on the test came, he would build you a beautiful house with peonies you so obviously loved (yes, he had stalked where you lived, but he just drove past your house ONCE. And stayed until you went to bed with your curtains open, panties barely peeking through your sleeping shorts. Simon had jerked himself so hard that night that he came all over his steering wheel and cargo pants, right in the dark of his car. All just because he saw a sliver of your panties, through a looking glass..)

“How about I go get Kelly and you make me that drink you talked about?” Once again, you ripped the blonde man out of his thoughts.

He nodded and emitted a grunt that sounded like agreement and got going.

A few minutes later you carefully stepped down the stairs, a bundle of pink blanket in your arms, while softly cooing to it.

“Oh, you have a lot to say, don’t you?” You said in a high pitched voice, giggling when little Kelly started babbling again.

“Yes, yes, I know! I completely agree!” You indulged in her antics once more before fixing your gaze on Simon, who stood behind the kitchen isle, two low ball glasses in front of him.

“Look, Kelly! That over there is your uncle Simon!” You turned your body so she would see Simons figure. Upon seeing him she went quiet.

No babbling, no cooing, no yapping. Just one judgmental and suspicious stare at Simon.

He took an experimental step towards her to which she leaning further away in your hold. Another step and her face started to contort as if she was about to start crying any second.

Defeatedly, Simon held his hands up and shook his head: “Okay, okay, I get it brat”

You chuckled a bit, looking at Kelly and patting her back lightly “I think I should be the one handling her then”

“Copy that”

With that, Simon made his way into the living room and chose a seat from which he could silently watch how you walked towards the counter where Kelly’s fresh bottle stood, bouncing her on your hips in the process.

She drank only half the bottle before you went to grab one of the muslins to lay across your shoulder and then began burping her.

The sight was cute, Simon thought to himself. Wholesome. Domestic, like a dream.

He knew, that one day, he would retire from military life, with enough money to his name to build you your dream home, buy you a brand new car in which multiple strollers would be able to fit and pay for your childrens college tuition.

And he knew that you would be the one that was at his side, no one else.

Deep in his thoughts about your future life with you, he did not hear the door bell and did not hear how you paid the delivery guy with your own money and did not see how you put the plastic bags on to the kitchen counter before coming to lean in to the door way of the living room.

“Simon?”

“Yes, princess?”

“You coming?” You cocked your head to the side, a faint red dusting your cheeks. Your body was tilted slightly forward, giving Simon perfect access to stare into the cleavage of your thin tank top.

Thankfully, the Price’s house was well heated.

He stood up with a groan, watching how your head raised itself up to meet his blue gaze.

“Very excited for what I have to eat now”

He said, walking towards you and putting a hand around your shoulder to lead you back into the kitchen, since you wouldn’t budge from the doorway.

The sudden body contact was enough to make your shoulders go rigid, goose bumps rising on your arms and décolleté.

Simon and you arranged the different containers on the table, laying out two sets of cutlery and glasses for your cherry coke.

“Okay, time for the big reveal!” You said, the saliva already pooling in your mouth upon smelling all the different tasty dishes.

“This one is… Chop Suey! Over here we have.. Baked Chicken with Rice and Sweet-Sour-Sauce, which is my personal favourite, if I am being honest” you said, already grabbing the chop sticks the restaurant sent alongside the dishes.

While you continued to explain the other dishes you ordered, Simon only had eyes for you. Of course, the food smelled great, but he was so sure that nothing could taste better than your sweet, soft pussy.

Fuck, he was hard again.

You looked at him expectantly, hoping that his nice streak would hold the rest of the night and the wouldn’t make fun of you for ordering so much food.

“So, did you get a specific one just for you or am I expected to taste test everything?”

He chuckles, grabbing his chop sticks too.

“Me, personally, I would recommend you try everything. You only know what the best thing is if you have comparisons. You know?”

Simon nodded his head, looking at you while you picked up a piece of chicken with some stir fried noodles effortlessly.

“Oh, wait- do you know how to eat with chop sticks, I could also find you some western cutlery if that’s what you prefer?”

Simon looked at your dainty hand, holding the wooden chop sticks, when an idea popped into his head.

“I wanna experience it to the max, you think you could teach me?” A slight grin was gracing his face.

Clueless, you eagerly agreed: “Yes, of course.” Adjusting your hand so Simon would have a clear view of how you hold yours, you started to explain “There’s a few different ways on how to hold them, but i prefer it this way-“ You point your finger to the hand holding the chop sticks.

“You put it on your middle finger, brace it against your index finger, and hold it with your thumb. Your ring finger and the small one are not doing anything really”

Simon made some awkward moves with his fingers, manoeuvring the chop sticks weirdly in his big hands.

A chuckle escapes your glossed lips “No, no, no, wait- can i?” You put your own chop sticks aside and held your hands over his own until he granted you consent to touch his veiny hands.

Your soft finger pads against his rough hands drained all the blood from Simons head, sending it straight to his big cock, wich was -once again- straining against his cargo pants so painfully (he did not have time to change after training).

“Now try to move them” to Simons dismay, you let go of his hands rather quickly, too quickly for his taste.

At this point, Simon understood on how to use them in theory, but in practice, it was still looking a little bit rough.

You laughed again, this time not able to contain how funny you thought this sight was: Lt. Simon Riley, almost 2 metres muscles and strength, who took down men with a swing of his arm and bulky leg on a daily basis, who killed people without blinking, was fighting with chop sticks, having trouble with getting them to obey.

“The way you’re holding them looks pretty good, try moving the upper chop sticks weirdly up and down” You pointed at his index finger, which was decorated with a big scar round-around.

You vividly remember where that one came from, one of his enemies had tried slicing his fingers off, only to fail miserably. All that was left after your stitches was a minor scar, Simon was still able to love his finger just as before since nothing major had been injured.

Suddenly, looking at his hands, thoughts of how and in what other ways his hands would be of good use. You never thought these things before, especially not of Simon- almost an hour ago you were sure you absolutely hated the living fuck out of this man.

Suddenly, you wanted this mans fingers inside of you, wanted to suck his thumb, swirl your tongue around it, acting as if it was his-

*crack*

The chop stick that Simon had to move was broken in two, the pointed end of clattering on to the table.

“Oh.” you said quietly, gaze still pointed at his hands, his knuckles turning white.

“Sorry.”

Your gaze shot up to his.

Never, never in your few years than working with Simon and the taskforce, not once, did he apologise. For nothing. And now he’s apologetic for breaking a wooden CHOP STICK??

You stuttered, not knowing how to answer “Uhm… Maybe there’s some metal chop sticks or some thing like that some where here in the drawers” you said, already beginning to get up from the table, when suddenly, Simons hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back into your seat.

“Don’t bother” His voice was gruff, he wasn’t looking at you while leaning back in his chair to pull out the trash bin drawer from beneath the sink and throwing his chopped up chop sticks away.

“How did you manage to snap them? I mean, I already struggle with breaking them apart…” You looked at your chop sticks, which were definitely not cleanly broken apart, but rather looked like they had been clawed and bitten at, torn apart.

“Look at my hands, princess”

A red hue crept up your neck when you looked down at the table where his fist was lying beneath yours. With his left hand, he took yours and put it against his right hand.

“You see?” A smirk was playing across his lips.

You swallowed hard, then nodded.

“Yes, I do..” you murmured quietly.

Simon suddenly held your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. His lips were scarred, but oh so tender, his hand was calloused but they held yours, that was so much smaller than his, with such devotion it made you melt.

What was this sudden affection from Simon, why was he so nice?

“Simon?”

“I love how you say my name”

Again, you were surprised, your eyes going wide and just deepening your question.

“Why are you like this?” You regretted the question as soon as it left your mouth

Simons brows were drawn together, a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, why are you like this?”

In your head, you facepalmed, bitch slapped yourself and kicken yourself in the ass all at the same time.

“I mean, you are so nice all of a sudden, when before you were so-“ just as you were about to finish, Kelly started screaming from upstairs.

“Oh shit- Uhm… I’ll be back in a sec!” You said, bolting upstairs.

Simon decided that in the mean time he would look around some, to determine whether there was anything that needed tidying up or anything like that.

He noticed the snow storm had gotten a lot thicker than when he last checked, and that he forgot to serve you your mix of vanilla liquor and milk. He decided to put it in the fridge, in order to keep it cold and tasty, there still was plenty time for you guys to drink it later.

Just as he finished throwing away the plastic bags and putting the stuff back in the fridge, you came back with a fussy Kelly. At this point she had stopped screaming and instead was “just” crying.

“I thought that I’d try the rest of what she left, could you heat it up for me real quick?” You asked, bouncing her on your hip to calm her, just as you had done before.

“Of course” Simon replied.

“Did you already look outside? The storm has gotten pretty bad” He said while heating up the left over milk from before.

You craned your head to the floor-to-ceiling-window beside the kitchen island, only to notice that the snow had already covered a good few decimeters of the ground.

“Oh shiiii- I shouldn’t cuss in front of a child…” You stopped yourself before you finished voicing your genuine reaction. If this went on like this, or even worse, you would definitely not make it home in your car, which wasn’t built for this type of weather.

Simon chuckled while coming up behind you so the baby wouldn’t get scared of him and start screaming again, since you were cradling it horizontally against your chest now.

“Doubt she’ll remember this” he said, while embracing you from behind with hus left arm, bringing the bottle to Kelly’s mouth.

“Simon, what are you doing?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

“Thought this was the best way she’d get used to me, y’know?” he grumbled, his voice matching the volume of yours.

“Oh- that… that actually makes sense” you said, surprise evident in your voice.

His laugh was deep, as if stones were rumbling down a high mountain. You could almost feel its vibration from Simons chest against your back from how close he was standing.

The two of you stayed like this for quite some time, burping Kelly together, in which you were holding and rocking her and Simon was doing the patting on the back.

At the end, you brought her back up into her crib, laying her onto her back, Simon watching over you quietly from the door way of her nursery.

You closed the door as silently as you could, making your way down before you dared to speak again.

“I think we make a pretty good team” You said, offering your best smile to Simon.

While holding Kelly you thought about what you were about to ask Simon just before you were interrupted.

It did not really matter, why he was nice to you, the only thing that was important was to keep it that way.

“Yer thinking right, doll” A lazy grin spread over his scarred lips, igniting something in your stomach that has been glimmering for the entire evening already.

“Well, uh- I think the food might’ve gone cold now, and to be honest, I am not really that hungry anymore after watching a baby vomit on your shirt, so… How about you go change and I pick out a movie or some music?”

you suggested wearily, wondering if you were taking a step too far.

“You don’t like me in my work sweaty, vomited-on work clothes?” Simon joked, opening his arms as if he was about to pull you into a hig.

“No, gosh, no - I mean, yes, no, i mean - URGHH!” you slap both your hands over your face, getting a laugh in response from Simon.

“Dollface, I know what ye mean, ye did the right thing by coming in here in comfortable clothes” he teased, already making his way over to his back that was laying in the entrance of the room. “Be right back” he claimed, making his way over to the bathroom.

When he came out, he headed straight for the kitchen to get you the drinks and ingredients in case you wanted more of it.

Meanwhile, you already chose a movie and some chill playlist on spotify and connected your phone to the tv in case Simon didn’t feel like watching anything.

“Here, we forgot about this”

You looked up from your phone to see what Simon was talking about, but instead of boring lounge wear you expected him to wear you were met with a pair of grey sweatpants, hung long on his lips and a tight black shirt that looked like the one he wore before.

His short hair was ruffled and wet, just like his face, as if he had washed it in the sink, to cool off.

Lowering your gaze back to his outfit you noticed multiple things; first, his torso. His nipples were hard, even though the house was fairly warm, his biceps was straining against the fabric, just like his chest. His tattoos looked like an extention of his t-shirt, peeking out from under his collar and going down to his hands.

Second, you noticed something in his sweat pants. And you weren’t stupid, as a nurse you knew basic human anatomy, and you for certain knew two things about this situation: There wasn’t a phone or a suspiciously shaped item in Simons pocket, and that his dick was fucking huge.

Third, you noticed how he sat down next to you already and you were still staring shamelessly.

Averting your gaze from his huge fucking cock and thighs, you explained your plan: “So i thought that until both of them return we could just watch this movie, it’s one of my favourites and i also picked out some back ground music - I hope you like jazz - because I thought that, in case you want to talk and relax a bit, because I am pretty sure that a Lieutenant like you has a lot to do, a bit of music would be a lot more fitting than Interstellar, because I always cry when watching it, no matter how many times it’s-“ Your anxious rambling was cut short by your phone ringing.

When looking at it, you picked it up from the table and answered it.

“Hey, Captain, everything alright?”

Simon looked as your face contorted into one of worry and confusion.

“Wait, yes, wait a second, let me put you on speaker” you said, putting your phone between you and Simon on the table so he could listen to the conversation as well.

“Okay, Lt., you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Captain” Simon said, leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees.

“If you happen to look outside you’ll notice this shit show of a snow storm has gotten a lot worse, we can’t get back in this weather. We have to sleep in a hotel room in the night, would you be able to watch over Kelly for the night? I guess you won’t be able to get back home either”

“Yes, of course, no problem for me.” You said in an instant. “For you, Simon?”

“‘Course not” he said, shaking his head.

“Great, thank you. Look, theres a guest room downstairs, on the left side of the powder room. There’s also some formula left inside the cupboard over the sink, in case Kelly drank all of what we had prepared”

Your Captain continued to explain a few things, like where to find spare towels, tooth brushes, pillow cases and how to put the alarm on.

“Ah, just one more thing; the heater in the guest room doesn’t work, but there should be a few extra blankets in the dre- no? Oh, apparently the spare blankets are in dry cleaning, sorry guys”

With that, the call ended and Simon and you were left to be alone.

“Well… Music or the movie?”

You guys decided on the movie, and after crying when Cooper received his messages from earth, especially Murphy surpassing the age that her father was when he left her, and Murphy dropping the “no parent should have to watch their kid die”-line, you decided that you had embarrassed yourself enough for today.

“I think I should go to bed…” you sniffled into Simons chest, where he pulled you into after noticing your silent sobs, comforting you wordlessly.

“You sure?” He asked, looking down at you, where you were holding a crumpled up tissue in your hand against his chest, your nose and eyes a little red, wet and puffy.

Red, wet and puffy.

Simon could definitely think about more than just your face that he could bring to that status.

“Thank you…” you whispered, getting up and collecting your phone. Or at least, trying to. Throughout the whole movie you guys emptied both the milk and the liquor and it was obvious that your body was not used to this kind of alcohol intake, making you fall right back into Simons arms. Or rather, his lap.

Yelping, you landed right on his crotch, your fingers searching for stability in his wide shoulders.

Well, now you know why neither you nor he had any problem with you crying into his broad, plush, muscular chest.

“Simon.. I’m so sorry… I am just embarrassing myself today” you started, tears already starting to form from embarrassment.

“y/n, look at me. In no way, did’ya embarrass yourself today, a’right? Come on now, you go get ready for bed, I’ll take care of the beds”

With a slap to your upper thigh he helped you up on your feet and led you into the bathroom, bringing you a tooth brush and tooth paste.

A few minutes later, your teeth and hair were brushed and your bun was undone.

When you opened the door, you were met with Simons broad chest, blocking the way out.

He didn’t hesitate to drop to bomb: “Theres only one bed”

“Oh… It’s okay, I can sleep on the couch, it won’t fit your body either way” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not under my watch. Sleep in the bed please.”

The fact that Simon said please was the only reason why you were now lying in the guest bedroom of your Captains house. Shivering. It was so goddamn cold in this fuckass room.

You just couldn’t stand it.

Without thinking about it you made your way out the door and to the living room, only to be met with an empty couch, illuminated by moon light.

“Simon?” You softly called out.

Behind you, you heard soft footsteps.

Turning around hastily, you saw how close Simon was standing behind you.

“God, Simon, you scared me!” You exclaimed timidly. “What were you doing over there, on that wall?”

“Heard some weird noises and went on high alert” he grunted.

“Simon… It’s so cold im there… “ you admitted, fiddling with the strings of your pyjamas.

“Let me check if I can fix the heating”

An hour later and Simon still hadn’t been able to figure out what was wrong with the heating unit.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I can get this running, princess”

In the meantime, while he was trying to fix the heater, he had lent you his hoodie that he had with him.

Engulfed in his smell, his natural musk, his detergent and something that smelt utterly like Simon. You basically drowned in the fabric because it was just so big on you, which led you to think about other things about Simon that could be described only as big. Like his chest, his biceps, his bulky thighs, and apparently also his dick.

Watching Simon work on the heater, his arms and hands flexing, his rippled back on display, the muscles showing through his tight compression shirt… it made the heat that had built up in your lower stomach so much more intense.

“I mean…” you purred (the alcohol clearly hadn’t lost its effect on you yet) “maybe… you could keep me warm”

Simon sucked a deep breath in, turning around dangerously slow.

“What did you just say?”

“We could share the bed, if you don’t mind” you gesture to the (at least) queen sized bed.

“Theres enough space for the both of us, you could share your warmth and I hardly believe that the couch is big enough for your body. It’s basically a win-win situation” You plumped down on the bed, before letting yourself fall against the mattress.

Simon watched how your tits bounced when your back hit the soft mattress, not contained by any bra. Your perky nipples were poking into your tanktop, it was evident that you were cold.

He reluctantly agreed. Not because he didn’t want to of course, but because he did not deem himself restrained enough to be able to withstand the pull your soft and pliant body had on him.

“Let me get my pillow” he said and thus disappeared into the living room.

When he came back, he found you already curled up under the only blanket that was available, hidden beneath the hood of his sweater.

He laid down beside you, carefully slipping under the blanket while you inspected his every move with wide eyes. Simon turned his back to you, flexing his muscles as he put out the light.

The both of you were now lying in complete darkness.

A few breaths passed before your fragile voice reached Simons ear.

“Simon Riley… Is that your full name”

“Affirmative”

“Do you have any nicknames?” You propped your head up on your hand and elbow.

“Lt. or Ghost”

“Not your callsign, silly. Like something that friends would call you” A slight chuckle escaped your lips.

“Why do ye wanna know, yer thinkin’ we’re friends?” He lifted his torso from the mattress, propping his head higher on his fist, looking down at you.

“Are we not?” you innocently asked. Simon could see the way your lashes were fluttering, face slightly illuminated by the moon light seeping through the curtains.

“Sweet’eart, I would love to believe we’re way past that stage” his voice was husky, laced with lust, his face incredibly close to yours all of a sudden.

“What are we then?” Your voice was timid, nothing more than a whisper, almost completely silent.

Simon hesitated for a second.

“Want me to show ya?”

You hesitated for a moment.

Then, almost silent; a plea.

“Yes, please”

That was all that Simon needed to hear.

Under the blanket, his left arm moved fast, grabbing your waist, wrapping around it and pulling you impossibly close to his chiseled chest.

A yelp escaped you upon that sudden movement, quickly turning into a whimper once his lips met yours.

You couldn’t concentrate, everything was so overwhelming, so confusing, so much, so Simon fucking Riley.

You couldn’t kiss him back, you didn’t know what to do, how to react.

Noticing your lack of reaction, Simon carefully pulled back.

‘Oh, fuck’ was the only thing racing through your mind.

Everything was hazy, but one thought that was clear the whole time, was how you wanted more of Simon than just this failed but passionate kiss. You just needed him to be slow and let you grasp all that was going on

“Simon… I- I didn’t kiss anyone for a long time…” you admitted, hesitancy laced your voice.

“A gorgeous thing like you?” you could hear the disbelief in his voice, but somehow it didn’t give you that feeling of him trying to shame you for it. Now that you really thought about it, Simon probably never wanted to shame you in any way or form, it was just how he expressed his feelings.

You nodded, flooded with new revelations; all those time in which he said how that particular shirt accentuated specific parts of your body immensely well, or how he told you that not one of those “lanky boys” was worth your time.

“Wan’ me to go slow, sweet’eart? Show yer mouth how to speak for itself?” Simons voice sent shivers down your spine, adding to the ever pooling heat in your lower stomach and now also your panties.

“Yes, Simon. Please, that would help a lot” You put your right hand onto his cheek, feeling the little stubble of his shaven beard beneath your fingers. You watched him as he nuzzled his head further into you, half-lidded eyes looking right down the valley of your eyes into your soul.

“A’right, sweet’eart. Let me take care of ya” With that, he sat up and pulled you up with him, letting your pussy settle right against his growing bulge.

You whimpered, the intimate contact making your body shiver.

“Can I put my hands on yer ass?” His voice was calm, collected, the total opposite of what his hammering heart told you beneath your fingertips, that were splayed out right above his heart.

You nodded, but that didn’t cut it for Simon: “Use yer words, baby”

“Yes, please”

“Good Girl” His breath ghosted your lips before one hand started to push you into him by your ass, while the other one tenderly brought your neck closer.

This time, his lips weren’t trying to devour you, they were trying to savour you, your taste, your scent, the way you moved, the way you whimpered and the way your fingernails gripped his shirt.

You, on the other hand, were so grateful for Simons understanding, apparently you had a really wrong idea of him before this evening.

You remembered Simon as a brute, a mountain of muscles and pure hatred, but instead he didn’t do anything but treat you nice, make you giggle and help you.

His lips weren’t as soft as you imagined to be, nothing some of your chapstick wouldn’t be able to fox though, a scar ran across his cheek, over his lip down to his chin, and you were sure if you were to let your tongue wander over it, you’d be able to feel it.

So you did.

You let your tongue run over his lip, just for a second, but it was enough for Simon to voice out a groan and make his dick twitch, making your pussy clench around nothing.

Your fists tried to pull Simon in even more by the fabric of his t-shirt, Simon took that as a sign.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his, before it broke off and dripped down onto Simons hoodie you still didn’t take off.

Before you could ask what was wrong or get insecure, Simon got rid of his t-shirt, leaving him only in his boxers and sweatpants.

You could clearly make out a v-line and chiseled abs on Simons body, and even though you had seen different parts of his body naked before, you never took the time to appreciate what was in front of you.

You sucked a deep breath in: “You’re so… wow” was all you managed.

“Wow? Elaborate please” Simons left hand caressed your chin, while you leaned back to trace a finger down his pecs, his abs, his happy trail and v-line. Your other hand was gripping his veiny fore arm, which still had a hold on your ass.

“I- I don’t know how to describe it…” you said to him, keeping your gaze fixed on his muscular shoulders.

“Want me to go first?” He asked, and then continued without waiting for an answer: “Your face and its expressions are the cutest thing I have ever seen, your eyes are so fucking gorgeous, every time I look into them I get lost in them. I want to kiss your lips everyday from now on because -fuck- I might’ve only had a short taste of them but they taste so fucking sweet it hurts. You know what else hurts? My dick.”

You gasped, covering your face with your hands.

“It’s true, just looking at you gets me so gucking hard” He tilted your chin up again, forcing you gently to look at him.

“Is this… like- dirty talk?” you asked, ashamed of your own inexperience. It wasn’t like you’re a virgin anymore, but basically you were. You did nothing to explore the world of sex and pleasure, often times you were too tired after work to even explore yourself. But Simon didn’t laugh at you, didn’t look at you funny or pulled back.

“It’ll be whatever you want, baby. Just want’cha to voice out your thoughts” He started kissing your neck, but after only a few kisses and a few seconds of silence, you were done with thinking about it:

“You- I- You make me feel all warm inside and, you know, down there-“

“Your pussy?”

You swallowed hard before allowing yourself to say it “yes, my pussy. It gets all tingly and all I can think about is you, and how muscular you are, how much work it must’ve been to get this physique… It just.. turns me on so much, I want you everywhere” Your hands do the wandering over his beautiful body while your eyes stay focused on his face.

Simon licks his lips as you continue with your confession. “I was never one to be attracted to tattoos but there’s something about yours that just makes me wanna trace them, until they go lower and lower” Your index finger traced the line between his pecs, his abs, over his belly button down to hie happy trail, where it stopped.

“But I don’t have a tattoo that goes down to my cock, sweet’eart” He took the wandering finger into his, pulling it to his mouth and planting a kiss on it. “I’ll keep it in mind for next time” Simon breathed, while pulling you forward by your hand, making you fall onto his naked chest.

A short yelp escaped you but was quickly cut short when his lips met yours once again.

His arms wrapped around you caging you against his chest while yours traveled up to his shoulders and short, blonde hair.

Simons tongue darted out to your lips, silently asking for permission.

You opened your lips, letting your own intertwine with his, pulling whimpers from you.

You had never felt anything like this.

Your body was on fire, your pussy and breasts started to ache.

You pulled back, catching your breath, while simultaneously trying to get rid of Simons hoodie.

Simon was silent, not saying anything, just watching you.

His eyes were trained on your upper body that was now only clad in your thin tanktop.

While you were peeling the last piece of clothing off your torso, you studied his face.

His eyes had darkened, the blue of his irises almost nonexistent. His nose was beautiful, still straight with just a small hint that it was once broken (courtesy of yours truly). His left eye brow hat a scar going through it, that looked like a small cut.

You pulled your tanktop over your head, and before you could even throw it to the side you heard Simon take a sharp breath in.

“Fuck me, yer beautiful. Gorgeous. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen”

Your face went red at his compliment. There was only a few people who had seen you naked, and none of them had ever called you pretty or anything like that.

“Can I touch them?”

You nodded, scooting forward on his dick, making a small moan escape you from the friction it caused against your poor little clit.

Simon pulled you closer and put his mouth on your nipple, the other one being toyed with by his monstrous hands.

You moaned at the feeling, Simons tongue was so skilled, it made you wonder where else it would feel good.

It didn’t take long before you began subconsciously grinding on his impossibly big bulge.

Simon took that as a sign to move on, detach himself from your breasts and instead roll over with you on top of him.

Your back hit the mattress softly, Simon standing up and ridding himself of his sweats. Upon seeing this you did the same, pulling off your pyjama pants, put keeping your panties on.

Looking at Simons Calvin Kleins you could clearly see a dark, wet patch on the front of his bulge.

“You see how hard I am for you?” His voice was scratchy, tingling in your ears and spine.

“Yer body is doing this to me, ye’re so gorgeous, so sexy, fuck me…” His voice got breathy when you leaned forward, touching that wet spot with your finger tips.

“Can I touch… it?” You looked up at him, lashes fluttering.

“What’s ‘it’, sweet’eart?” His right hand caressed your cheek before moving down to your chin, his thumb resting on your lower lip, pulling it slightly down.

“Your cock…” you whispered, darting your tongue out, pulling his thumb into your mouth to suck on it lightly.

“You wanna touch it? Jerk me off till I cum all over your pretty face? Or you wanna suck my cock, make you choke on it and spray my spunk deep into your throat?” Simon growled, looking down at you, making you feel so small and submissive.

Words never had that effect on you, but Simons voice and his lewd words were making you rub your thighs together and grind on the sheets, your pussy begging for at least the smallest relief.

“I wanna try sucking on it…” You admitted, your hands wandering to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.

His cock sprung free, hitting your face in the process. Your senses were clouded with Simons scent and presence as you came closet to his dick, experimentally taking it in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it, before spitting on his tip, making him moan.

You pressed a few light kisses on hie tip, precum sticking to your kiss-swollen lips. You pumped your hand up and down as you seductively licked the pre of your lips, looking at Simon while doing so.

“Yesss, fucking good girl..” he said between clenched teeth.

That was your clue to finally take him into your mouth, starting out slow, licking his tip with the tip of your tongue, sucking on it like an ice-pop.

Simons hands travelled behind your head, both of them guiding you slowly and gently, lower and lower until you were gagging, nose buried in his dark-blonde happy trail.

“Yess, fuck, look at how deep I am, can feel myself down your throat” He whispered, a hand caressing the clear bulge in your throat.

You, meanwhile, were concentrated on breathing through your nose to minimize the gagging, and when he started fucking your throat you let one of your hands travel down to your panties, slipping inside of them.

You could feel your arousal coating your fingers, the slick sticking to your white cotton panties, making you moan around Simons dick.

You kept jerking Simons dick while sucking his tip, before he took that hand off his dick to make you deep throat his dick again, groaning loudly when his balls hit your chin, messy and full of spit, dripping down onto the floor and sheets.

Shortly after, he pulled your eager mouth off his dick by your hair: “Let’s stop there, wanna cum inside of you, all of it. That okay?”

You nodded your head, taking your hand out of your panties to take them off instead.

“Words, sweets” He helped you take your panties off, holding them up to his nose, licking a stripe over them before throwing them behind his shoulder, on the floor.

“I want you to come inside of me, please, Simon” You leaned back, spreading your legs, letting him have full sight of your dripping pussy.

“Wanna taste ‘cha, may it?” He leaned down, crawling from the bottom of the bed towards you, grabbing your lower leg, massaging it.

From your angle, he looked like a predator, ready to feast; broad, dangerous moving shoulders, big arms, want in his eyes.

“Yes, but I didn’t shave… or shower…” you whispered, scared your confession may drive him away.

A lazy, dangerous grin spread across his lips:”Your pissy boys may be scared of a little flavour, but I certainly ain’t” with that, he grabbed your hips, pulling them towards him and diving head first into your soppy folds.

“Ahh- Simon” You moaned, shocked by the sudden feeling of his tongue collecting your slick.

What you didn’t know, was how Simon had to hold himself back so much. Like you wanted to hold back a leashed wolf from eating his prey; he only held back to not hurt you and drag your back through the mud.

He had dreamt of this so many times, wished you would wake him up by suffocating him with your pretty pussy, or how you would lie next to him, sleeping soundly, in such a deep slumber that you not recognise how Simon would make his way down your body to taste and smell the haven between your legs, wet and warm from sleeping in his arms.

Oh, and you tasted even better than Simon could ever imagine, and now he was certain he wouldn’t be able to go a day without this. May it be for breakfast, tea, lunch, coffee, dinner, dessert, midnight snack, he just wanted to taste you on his tongue, feel your slick on his face, smell in between your wet folds for eternity.

He would quit smoking to keep his taste buds intact.

By now, he was hungrily lapping at your tight entrance, his left thumb playing with your swollen clit.

“Simon- fuck-“ you were trying to form words, but you were interrupted by your own moaning as the Lieutenant between your shaking legs slowly started to push his thick tongue into your vagina.

His tongue was fat, long and absolutely ruthless inside of you.

Your hands were gripping his hair, moaning and pulling, but Simon didn’t let up.

Suddenly, in between his pussy drunk frenzy, he noticed your body starting to shiver, your legs shaking, your breathing quickening.

Simon was an experienced man, he knew what this meant, and you probably did not even know; you were about to cum, hard.

“Si- fuck, ahh~ Si-Simon, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-“ you were chanting, like a prayer, before you were interrupted by your own screamed moan, so loud Simon thought (just for a second though) that hopefully, you didn’t wake the kid.

Your juices were flooding his tongue, coating hus face in a glistening sheen, the noises being almost as loud as your lewd moans.

“Oh my god, fuck, Simon…” you panted, looking at him while he collected your sap on his face with his fingers and put them in his mouth.

“I guess you liked that, based on the way you moaned my new nickname?” he said as you sat up and reached out to caress his neck and pull him closer.

“Yes, I did…” you admitted, looking down at his cock, which was now leaking more pre cum than ever.

“Do you wanna continue, darling?” His hands travelled over your arms, one hand going up to tilt your chin up.

You nodded, “Yes, please. Can we switch positions though? I would like to give it back to you and do all the work” you said, gaining more and more confidence, thanks to Simons way of appreciating and worshipping your body.

“Ye wanna ride my cock?” he asked, already leaning against the cushioned headboard, beckoning you to him.

You nodded, climbing into his lap, carefully using your hand to aline his fat tip to your tight hole, carefully pushing it in.

Once you sank down on his tip, you braced yourself against his broad shoulders, his hands finding their place on your waist, almost circling it entirely.

You leaned forward, planting kisses on his lips, tasting yourself. Simon grinned against your lips as you struggled with a whimper to take more of him, his cock just so incredibly thick, it was hard for you, especially since it’s been so long, and Simons dick is for sure the longest and thickest you ever had.

“Easy, go slow, use what you already took” He groaned against your lips, kneading your ass.

You followed his advice, rocking yourself down on his tip, taking more of him each time you ket your hips down, until he bottomed out. A moan accompanied the meeting of your cunt against his pelvis, his tip meeting your service.

“Atta girl, lean back a bit so I can admire you” he said, detaching himself from your raw-kissed lips.

“Oh, fuck me…” he groaned, looking down at where the two of you were connected. You followed his gaze, only to find your belly bulging where his tip was meeting your walls. Experimentally, you rocked your hips up and down, watching how the bulge in your stomach seemingly hid beneath the skin only to reappear once you bottom out again with a loud moan.

“Si- you’re so big…” He chuckled, rubbing your clit with his thumb while responding: “Yer the one who’s tight, makes my cock so fuckin’ hard” his voice was laced with restraint, as if he was muzzled, holding back from grabbing your waist and fucking up into you like your a fuck doll.

You were bending forward, grindig your clit on his pelvis instead of his fingers now, moaning softly when he started leaving open mouthed kissed down your neck and shoulders.

After some time, your frustration became evident, the friction of his happy trail against your clit and folds enough to rile you up, but not enough to push you over the edge. Your legs were starting to give out, still shaky from your previous, mind-wrecking orgasm.

Sighing, you timidly spoke up, looking up at the blonde haired Lieutenant:

“Simon… I can’t do it…”

His eyes were fixed on yours.

“Wan’ me to help? To take care of you and that needy pussy?”

You halted on his dick, now sitting idly on it, while his hands moved down to your hips, pulling you onto his torso, making you grab his biceps and shoulders.

“Yes, please” you murmured into his neck. Taking a deep breath, taking in his scent: a little bit of sweat, smoke, pine and detergent. And something else, like a little bit of faded, masculine perfume, a musk. The combination fit Simon so incredibly well.

“I won’t be able to hold back, that alright with ‘cha?” He asked solemnly, pushing a small strand of straying hair out of your teary eyes.

“Are we gonna have a safe word or something like that?” Your voice trembled slightly, was it fear or anticipation of what Simon would do to you.

“Safeword’s cigarette. That good?” He looked at you again, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, take care of-“

you were interrupted by Simon driving his hips up into yours immediately, a loud moan escaping you, startled by the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck yeah, take it, wanted this for so long” Simon confessed, hands gripping your ass and hips hard enough to leave prints.

“Dreamt about this, every. fucking. night” He accentuated his words with fast slaps to your ass cheek, so hard you were certain you’d have trouble sitting down tomorrow. Walking too, but that was because the way he was bullying his cock against your cervix was just straight up mean.

“Simon, Simon, Si- oh, god!” you were reduced to a moaning mess, eyes rolling back, head lolling.

“Simon or Si will do, sweet’eart”

Balls slapping against your ass, folds dripping down onto the sheets from the squelch your pussy emitted. It was filthy, Simon fucking you raw, literally: every one of your nerves was one fire, as if your bones and muscles had been stripped from skin, laying blank for him to ruin with his cock, unsullied without any barrier between the two of you.

“You’re mine, fuck, this pussy ‘s mine, has been for way longer than you could ever imagine” Simon groaned out, voice a dark timbre from the way he was fucking you so feral, muscles tense, legs bent, biceps straining.

“Yes, faa- yesyesyesyesyes, yours, mine- I mean, yours- ahh, fuck!!” You rambled, spit slipping out onto Simons chest where you held on for dear life, no thoughts were occupying your head except for ‘SimonSimonSimonSimonSimon”.

This was lewd, filthy, naughty, Sex at its finest, rawest, best.

Simon was fucking you so good, and you didn’t feel your second orgasm approaching with light speed until it was too late: “Oh, fuck, Simon, I think I’m gonna- Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum- cum- cumming, ahhh~”

You were a moaning, whimpering, screaming and crying mess, all at the same time while gushing and squirting on Simons hard abs, leaving his hair-covered skin and the sheets beneath wet and sticky.

Even after your intense release, Simons pace and brutality on your pussy did not falter, he was fucking you through it ferociously, chasing his own release, the bulge in your belly so fucking evident.

“Oh, fuck, please, I need you to cum so deep inside of me” You were babbling, still drunk on dick, fucked so dumb by Simons far cock.

“Cum inside, please, fill me”

And oh.

That did it for Simon; with a few deep, harsh thrusts you felt his sperm hit your womb, or at least it felt like it. So deep inside, it felt like it was not filling your cunt, but instead your whole stomach, lungs and throat.

Even after coming to a halt and letting his heavy head fall down onto your shoulder and groaning out a few “Fucking ‘ell…”’s, Simon did not even remotely think of leaving your pussy.

His arms - still wrapped around you - relaxed, still holding you tightly against his chest.

His chest. His heart was still beating so fast in it, your cheek mushed into his pec right over it, listening to his heartbeat while your hand lazily held his biceps.

A few moments later your fingers started to move from where they were resting, slowly starting to trace his tattoos.

You were so gentle with your touch, as if this man didn’t kill people on an almost daily basis, as if he wasn’t ruthless, making his training recruits cry every time.

Your breath slowed down, your body loosing all the tension from earlier, while you were wrapped in his warm, secure embrace. Safe.

“I feel so safe right here. So content. As if nothing in the world could hurt me” your voice was mere above a whisper, your head craning back to look at his beautiful eyes, still hazy from the night of his life.

“I’ll make sure nothing will” Simon kissed the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“O’Course you can, sweets” He lifted hie hand from your butt to sling it around your shoulders, caressing and playing with your hair.

“Do you- is this- I mean… Is it normal for you to just… have sex with people you barely know and hate?” You looked up at him, wide eyed, anxiously waiting for an answer.

“Sweet’eart, I’m nine inches deep inside a’ ya, and you assume that I hate ‘cha?” He chuckled, meeting your gaze.

Your cheeks turned red, looking down at your hands, resting on his plush chest.

“And no, it probably ain’t normal, but look at my job and yours. Nothing normal about tha’”

You laughed at that; “You’re probably right. What about the fact you barely know me?”

Simon took a deep breath, tightening one arm around your middle, while the other one snaked up to rest behind your neck, keeping you close.

“I might not know what’cha favourite color is, or how you like your eggs in the morning, how many siblings you have and what ambitions ye have, but I know how you react to me when I’m hurt, how cute ‘cha are when you get mad at me and what a beau’iful soul ye have”

Tears welled up in your eyes; you never ever, in your whole life, had expected Simon to have such a soft side. His soft voice, his caring actions, the way he was looking at you.

You were overwhelmed with post-orgasm feels, not being able to entirely grasp the situation you were in.

“And you know what, gorgeous? We’ll figure everything out, first thing in the morning, starting with how you like your eggs, a’ight?”

You nodded your head, smiling through teary eyes while Simon swiped a stray droplet from your cheek: “That sounds great, thank you-“

A loud cry pierced your bubble, making you jump.

“Well, Kelly, it seems, wants some attention. I’ll try calming her down, you get my spunk cleaned from between your pretty thighs” With that, Simon pulled out of you, pulled his boxers ands sweats onto his legs and disappeared into the dark hallway after leaving a kiss on your forehead

a/n: hope you liked it 🩵 if you have any questions, suggestions or anything you would like to share, please don’t hesitate to do so!! i am new to posting stuff, so please be nice, but feel free to leave advice/critique >.<

thank youu!!

[sayakosama]

🎐 let me introduce myself 🎐

୨୧ name: sayako or saya 🩵

୨୧ age: 18

୨୧ pronouns: she/her

୨୧ location: tokio, japan

୨୧ infj - scorpio (very contradictory, ik)

୨୧ current mood: cozy & spaced out

୨୧ currently reading: jujutsu kaisen

୨୧ watching: frieren, violet evergarden

୨୧ listening to: lana del rey, sting

୨୧ hobbies i enjoy: playing the piano, baking, writing ff, and destroying insecure mistogynistic men in cod 🩵 🫧

☁ minors do not interact

☁ requests are open

☁ be soft, be kind