Simon has a life beyond the mask, so heres my interpretation.
Simon Ghost Riley x Secretary!Reader
CW: SLOW-BURN ASF, smut, smoking, some slightly unhinged behaviour from reader, slightly awkward soft(?) simon, drunk/tipsy sex so lowkey non-con(?), depictions and mentions of alcohol + consumption. unprotected sex #raw AND so cliché you might vomit
lmk if i missed any tags, proof reading tomorrow but i think its good enough to post
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Fast forward to two weeks later, you’re at the bar having a cigarette outside before you leave to go home.
Right as you take a step to leave, you feel a light tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see a big, kinda rugged blonde guy with a full sleeve. hot
“Saw you sitting at the bar earlier, I’m Simon” he says almost seductively, seemingly eyeing your every move.
You tell him your name and exchange some small talk and you ended up going back inside, staying a little longer than you usually would. “I like your tattoos…” you say coyly as you look at the ink crawling up his arm. Simon let’s out a gruff chuckle, moving his arm closer to you while your hands suddenly gain a mind of their own and start tracing over the ink on his muscular arm.
“Shit, sorry….” you apologise, swiftly returning your hands back into your lap after realising what you’ve done.
“It’s alright, sweet. I put my arm closer for a reason.” he reassures with a soft, subtle smile, flustering you further.
After finishing your drink, you tell Simon that you’re gonna call call it a night, the two of you going out front for a fag before going separate ways. Simon offers you one of his cigarettes, you pull one out of the packet and place it between your lips. You pat your pockets and realise you somehow lost your lighter. Simon clears his throat as he holds up his lighter for you to spark your cig.
You didn’t realise how close he got until your eyes met his, the sizzle of the tobacco filling the small space between you two for a brief moment before Simon sparks his own.
“Thanks.” you say softly, taking a drag and letting the night air and smoke engulf your lungs while Simon stares at you in your peripheral.
Before you know it, your cigarette is reduced down to just a filter, and so is his.
“It’s really late, I really need head home.” you tell him, knowing damn well that going home is the last thing you wanna do right now.
“D’you live far love?” he asks, your previously happy and giddy expression slightly faltering, your head ringing alarm bells at his question but you give it the benefit of the doubt and keep your composure.
“What kind of a question is that?” you joke, laughing nervously.
You can see Simon mentally smacking himself in the face, the pink flush on the pale skin of his cheeks told you everything you needed to know.
“Sorry, that didn’t come out right, I just didn’t want a pretty girl like you going home by herself.”
Just that compliment had your whole nervous system rewiring itself, you quickly blurt out that you only live a ten minute walk away.
“Mind if I walk you, sweet?”
‘Sweet’? god that sounds familiar
The night dreadfully comes to an end as the both of you reach your front door.
“Thanks for walking me, Simon.” his name just rolls off your tongue so nicely. You fumble about with your keys, turning around to unlock the door but as you turn around, he’s closer; his big brown eyes looking right into yours, even more intensely than at the bar.
“My pleasure.” he says, taking his phone out of his pocket and pointing the screen towards you. “Could I get your number?”
“As long as you don’t ghost me” you tease, smiling at him and taking his phone into your hands. His gaze is searing into your skin when you hand him back his phone, solely focused on you, therefore mindlessly putting his phone back.
Somehow he’s managed to corner you on your own doorstep, his hulking frame engulfing yours. All you manage to do is stare back at him, flinching slightly when his hand gently cradles the side of your face. “Can I kiss you?” he asks hesitantly, his thumb lightly tracing over your jawline. Your breath catches in your throat. Noticing your reaction, he doesn’t move fast, lingering for a moment, letting the small amount of space shrink until his mouth met yours. The initial, hesitant brush of his mouth turned into something firm and certain in a matter of seconds.
Your tongue instinctively traces over his bottom lip, a satisfied, muffled groan slipping past his teeth. He kisses you hungrily, forcing his way in to get a taste before you could. Simons hand tangles into your hair while his huge forearm slithers around behind you, pulling you flush against his him, the rustle of fabric filling your ears as your bodies press together. You pull away briefly to open the front door, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
The door practically flies open with Simons force, knocking the cabinet by the door and making it wobble. He pushes the door closed with his foot, wasting no time smashing his lips against yours again.
“Where’s your bedroom, luvie?” he asks breathlessly between kisses. You point to the door at the end of the hall, ending up bridle style in his arms, getting carried into the bedroom. He sits down on the edge of your bed and positions you into a straddle on his lap. Simon kisses you a couple of more times, making his way down to your neck, peppering kisses against the soft, velvety skin. A soft, shuddery, moan gets coaxed out of you when his tongue reaches your pulse point, feeling his toothy grin against your skin the more noises you try to hold back.
Simon tugs as the hem of your top, signalling for permission to take it off. You lift your arms up, the fabric that was previously covering you has been tossed aside with a barely audible crumple. The pads of his fingers trace around your nipples causing your body to jerk against him. His mouth envelops your nipple, tongue swirling around and flicking the sensitive bud around in his mouth. A sudden, violent shiver ran down your spine as his rough, calloused fingers caress your inner thighs, fingertips slightly grazing in between your thighs. You bit your lip in attempts to swallow the needy sounds in your throat, but the abrupt, warm sensation between your legs made an involuntary plea escape into the quiet room.
In one swift, effortless motion, you’re on your back, cheeks flushed, looking into those eyes of his again. He takes a moment to admire you, tracing the pads of his fingers on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your throbbing core.
“Take these off for me, sweet.” he commands, dipping his fingers in the waistband of your trousers. You obey eagerly, practically ripping your jeans off and launching them across the room. “And those.” he coos, pointing at your panties. Upon taking those off, a string of your slick arousal stretches and lands on your inner thigh.
Just the sight of that alone had the crotch of his cargos nearly ripping at the seems. He palms his bulge while admiring your slick hole, passing his fingers through the sloppy wet folds of your cunt before landing on his knees with a thud, his heavy frame making things clatter around you. Simon pulls you towards him and hovers his mouth right over your clit, his hot breath against your pussy caused you to let out a sound that was just raw with surrender.
A sound of pure and utter longing rumbled up from his chest as he worked your clit, rhythmically lapping his tongue on the bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take him long to figure out exactly what makes you tick and squirm, he teases your entrance with his fingers, chuckling against your clit when you try to move yourself closer to his calloused digits.
Even just one of his fingers stretched you enough to sting a little, the feeling shortly subsiding when he draws circles on and around your sweet spot, sending your body into convulsions while you interlock your fingers with the soft, blonde strands on the back of his head.
“Fuck, ngh—“Simon— I-I’m-m’gonna cu-” you choke out before your release hits you like a freight train, a wave of ecstasy coursing through your entire body, hips rolling against his tongue and fingers to ride out the high.
“You sound so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Simon coos, giving your clit some suction before pulling his mouth off with a pop and standing back up.
His eyes trail your figure up and down, admiring the mess he made of you. The clink of his belt fills the room as he strips his trousers and discards them into the corner of the room. Grabbing your waist, he slides you up onto the bed a bit more. He positions himself above you, bearing his weight onto his elbows to hover over you, the leaking, throbbing head of his impressively sized cock nudges your entrance while his whole frame engulfs you effortlessly. No time is wasted by him lifting you up by the nape and roughly kissing you while he slowly pushes himself in.
“Gooood girl, that’s it, good girl you can take it—nghh fuck~” Simon breathes out, pushing himself to the hilt of your cunt as you clench around his heavy, girthy, cock. “Relaaaax, clenching so fucking tight around me luvie, I won’t last like this.” he pants, gripping your nape firmer, exhaling with relief when you finally relax around him.
Simon starts off slow, the swollen head of his cock dragging itself against the entirety of your plush walls, making you feel every inch, and then some more when he pushes in balls deep into you. Your arms mindlessly wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, tongues interwoven with each other upon contact. The taste of your mouth has his disciplined, controlled thrusts faltering, becoming rougher and picking up pace.
The sounds he was getting out of you were almost embarrassing, but any bit of shame you had left got thrown out the window when he pushed your legs up to your chest, plunging deeper and hitting a spot you didn’t even know you had. He noticed.
“Right there yeah?” he asks teasingly, prodding at the spot, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Nodding frantically, you dig your nails into his firm, muscular arms. He presses into that spot with each thrust, making your walls flutter around his throbbing length, forming a creamy, white ring around the base of his cock that drips down onto his balls and then onto you.
“Fuck, you feel so— fucking good—nghhh fuck!” Simon moans out, rutting into you like an animal, chasing his own high. His sudden feral reaction had your whole body shaking, completely overwhelmed by the mountains of pleasure. An obscenely loud moan is torn from your throat when he rams his cock into your cervix, abruptly ripping his cock out and spraying cum all over your tits and stomach, gripping onto your thigh like his life depended on it. He collapses to the side of you, panting, sweat beading all over his body.
“There’s wipes on the side” you slurred, your words melting together, eyelids starting to stick together.
Simon cleans you up and lays back down, his hefty forearm draping over your waist, falling asleep alongside you, subconsciously pulling you closer like you’re the last thing on earth.
You wake up the next morning to him gone and a glass of water on your nightstand along with a note with his number on it, as he never gave you his.
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