This is... love? (Simon Riley x Reader)
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First time writing smut in a loooong time, so bare with me. Had an idea and ran with it. I hope you like it tho!
Simon Riley can fuck. But what about the first time you make love?
Word Count: 2.8K
Pairing: Simon Riley x Reader/You
Warnings: crying during sex (not the bad kind tho, promise), explicit sex, p in v, praise (heavy heavy like on god), gentle love making <3 bc our boy can fuck, but what about other stuff too?!
Of course, youāve fucked. Simon has been your boyfriend for 3 years now, youāre definitely comfortable to explore that part of your relationship now.
Simon has had you bent over every piece of furniture in your flat, has had you in every bed in your house, in the shower, on the floor, a couple of times on the balcony even. Heās had you pinned to walls in sketchy bar bathrooms, heās had you in the back of his nice looking truck, the bed of that same truck- fuckinā everywhere.
Thatās all itās been, itās been fucking. Rough, fast- always fucking godly, of course, but itās primal. Animalistic, and you love it- you truly do love it.
But this time you want to do things different. You want to slow it down, you want to fucking relish in the man youāre lucky to call your own. You donāt want to fuck, you want to make love to him.
Simon has always beenā¦ not exactly averse to your softer affections, as heās always a very willing participant, but you sometimes notice he seemsā¦ overwhelmed. Like he canāt quite handle the raw, genuine emotion behind a soft, tender, lingering touch. His cheeks heat up, he gets this certain look in his eyes, and while heās never been mean about it- he backs away from it. He shies away from it.Ā
Youāve tried talking to him about it- youāve tried many, many times to bring it up to him. And yet the bastard always has a way to switch up the conversation, to change things around, to slip past the topic so easily- he can spin straw into gold with that mouth of his.
So, youāve decided to take matters into your own hands.
Youāre laying in bed, cuddled right up to him, your leg thrown over his hips and an arm thrown over his chest while you lay on your side, your head nestled perfectly in the crook of his arm. Simonās hand idly plays with the ends of your hair, his arm wrapped around you, simply holding you to him as if to make sure you donāt slip away.Ā
Simon is seemingly lost in thought, eyes closed and body more or less relaxed- as relaxed as Simon can be when the man is always seemingly on alert to every little sound.Ā
āHey, Si,ā You murmur out, your fingers idly tracing random shapes against the fabric of his shirt.
He hums to let you know heās heard you, but otherwise doesnāt really react.
Fuck, you love this man. You love every inch of him, everything about him. You even love that he always leaves the toilet seat up (you swear he does it out of spite) because you know youād miss it if he wasnāt around to keep doing it.
āCan I try something?ā You ask, tone soft and relaxed, casual. Not at all portraying the thoughts in your head, your secret little āmastermindā plan.Ā
āThaās quite vague, aināt it, love?ā Simon grumbles out, voice low as if to match the atmosphere of simple peace and quiet.
āHmmā¦ā You trail off, a playful smile growing on your face- not that heās looking to see it, āI think itās pretty simple. Either yes or no.ā You quip with a nod, moving to lean up, resting your weight on your elbows so you can look down at him with a soft, gentle smile.
And of course at feeling you move, his arm moves from around your shoulders to around your waist- always touching you, never wanting you far when heās finally home. (You donāt realize home is you- but of course heās never quite told you that).
Simonās eyes open at your movement, too. Pretty brown eyes, half lidded in his more-or-less relaxed state as he looks up to meet your gaze, his gaze soft in the way it only ever is for you- his mask resting along the nightstand by the bed.
There if he needs it- but itās rarely needed with you around. A warm light, easily able to lighten up even the darkest depths of his mind to keep his demons at bay.
ā....yes?ā Simon offers after a few moments of contemplation, a curious look in his own eyes as they scan over your face- looking for a hint of what possible fuckery you could be up to at this point.
Your soft smile stretches out into a soft grin as you lean down, pressing your lips to Simon's and letting your eyes flutter shut. One of your hands come up, tracing softly up his chest, up his throat, along his jaw before settling to cup his cheek.
You can feel his breath hitch the slightest bit at the soft touch, the lingering touch. This is the kind of kiss that usually overwhelms him, but maybe heās in a good mood tonight. Your thumb softly caresses his cheek while your tongues intertwine, and you can feel the moment Simon tries to speed it up.
You pull away, eyes still closed, your lips brushing against his as you speak, āNo, no,ā
And you promptly place your lips back against his own, not giving him time to start spitting his bullshit about how heās going to make you see stars if you donāt stop teasing him- because thatās not the goal here.Ā
You shift your body, moving to straddle Simon's hips (a feat in its own right), keeping one hand cupping his cheek while the other moves to the hem of his shirt, slowly running over the skin above the waistband of his pajama pants, before delving under the fabric and feeling the softness of his tummy, touch so soft and gentle, so loving against his body.
Simon doesnāt know what to think, his own hands seeming to hesitate before they come to rest along your thighs, squeezing the fat there a bit roughly- but thatās okay, you can teach him.Ā
āLove your hands, Si,ā You murmur as you finally pull away from the kiss, only to trail kisses down his jawline, slow and soft, occasionally nipping at the skin.
Simon let's out a grunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs before moving to cup your ass, pushing your body to force your clothed cunt to grind against his already hard cock, and a breathy moan leaves your lips from the stimulation- but damn it, youāre doing this your way this time.
āIāll stop,ā You warn, voice still soft, but there'sā¦ an edge to it for once, one stating that you really will.
A soft groan leaves Simon's lips, along with a scoff at the absolute audacity of you, āLove,ā Simon says, in warning more than anything.Ā
āI donāt wanna hear it,ā Youāre quick to say, before leaning back to meet his pretty, brown-eyed gaze, your hands moving to lift his shirt which he eagerly enough helps with, throwing the fabric away and down to the floor like it was the very thing that killed his family.
ā¦a bit much, but you can understand his eagerness.
āYouāre so beautiful, Simon,ā You murmur out, eyes filled with nothing but adoration as you trail your hands across the familiar expanse of his chest, fingers running through his chest hair, thumbs brushing over his nipples before trailing down his sides. Your palms run over the subtle softness of his belly, where you know there is muscle hidden underneath.
A hiss leaves Simon's lips, and you can feel his cock twitch from where youāre perched in his lap. āBloody āell, love, the fuck ya doin?ā Simon mutters, hands moving to grab your hips.
āJusā be good for me, yeah?ā You murmur out, a soft, adoring smile on your face as you finally look up to meet his gaze.
The sight alone is enough to make you pause slightly. Heās not like this when youāre fucking- and you donāt even have his dick in you yet! His cheeks are flushed, not from exertion, heās just flustered, his bottom lip between his teeth, brows pinched together with pretty glossy eyes.
Almost like he could cry- but not quite.Ā
āYouāre always so good for me, Si,ā You murmur, grinding your hips against his own and letting out another breathy moan at the feeling, his hands tightening their grip of your hips in response. Just one look and you can tell heās overwhelmed already- or at the very least getting there. But he hasnāt once told you to stop- heās simply tried speeding you up, which you have no interest in. Not this time.
You grab his hands, kissing each of his knuckles before slowly dragging them underneath your own shirt, placing his palms against your breasts, his thumbs already swiping at your nipples, at the already peaked buds there.
āAlways takinā such good care of me, my love,ā You praise, and you reward him with another slow grind, beginning to set such a slow, but lovely pace, just enough friction to make you want more- but thatās the goal. A slow build, no rush, no desperation, justā¦ slow. Loving. Gentle. Tender.
Simon visibly gulps, his hands squeezing the flesh of your tits with a groan before heās tugging your shirt off and adding it to the growing pile on the floor. He tries to buck his hips, tries to get your movements to speed up- but you simply lift up, ending the contact altogether, and send him a pointed look.
āDo ya not want me to fuck ya, love? Whatās all this then?ā Simon says with a huff, eyes narrowing slightly as they meet your own.
Anyone else would say heās frustrated- and yeah, partly he is. But you know your Simon, you can see that glossiness to his eyes, can see the slightest twitch of his brow- heās overwhelmed- heās not sure how to handle this, the softness, the gentleness.
Simon likes to say he canāt be soft, canāt be gentle, canāt be loving. But itās been 3 years with this man- you know he can. He just needs to be taught- itās simply something heās never had before, itās not like he was born with the knowledge.
āNo,ā You answer with a pleased, breathy sigh, resting your hips back against his own and beginning that slow grind once more, feeling his cock twitch at the action. āDonāt wanna fuck, Si. Jusā be good for me, baby. Jusā sit here, look pretty for me. Always so good for me. Jusā let me love you, sweet boy,ā You murmur out, eyes meeting his own and holding their gaze.
You trail your hands down his arms along his shoulders and collar bones, quite literally loving every inch of his skin.
Simonās cheeks get hotter, the look he gives you is entirely overwhelmed, spooked even. Like the thought of being loved is absolutely horrifying alone.
āBe good? Kinda kinky, innit?ā Simon mumbles out in response, looking at you with a quirked brow.
But you donāt stop. And he doesnāt stop you.
Clothes continue to fly off, positions change, but somehow you manage to remain in full control for once. And he lets you. Sure, you have to correct him at times, have to remind him to slow down, all with soft smiles and gentle praise- and he eats it up like a starving hound.
Even now, as moans and breathy praise leaves your lips, Simon being vocal, a rarity on itās own, at least to this extent.
āFeel sā good around me, love, fuck, so good,ā He fucking babbles, his cock dragging along the walls of your drooling cunt at a slow, but steady pace. Youāre underneath him now- stereotypical missionary- but itās divine.
You pull Simonās head down, pressing his forehead against your own, your legs wrapped loosely around his hips as his cock drags deliciously over all those sweet spots inside, the soft mound above his cock pressing against your clit with every. Single. Thrust.
Itās a slow build up, so slow, and while he focuses on clenching his fists into the sheets above your head, resting on his elbows on either side of it, you focus on touching him, praising him.
āAlways so good to me, baby,ā You practically purr the words.
āI love you so much, Si, so much,ā You say, breathless as your back arches, forehead pressed to his and eyes closed in bliss of the slow building pleasure.
āLike you were made jusā for me, sweet boy,ā Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, one of them tangling in his hair.
āLove how you make me feel, Simon,ā You moan out, legs tightening their grip around his hips.
If your eyes werenāt closed, youād see how Simon is looking at you right now.
Simon is looking at you like youāre a fucking goddessā¦ but the vision is blurry, from the pure overwhelming, unshed tears in his eyes. God, heās pathetic, isnāt he? Crying? During sex? But he canāt even entertain the thought- thoughtful praise continuing to spill from your lips as he continues his slow, languid, deep thrusts.Ā
He focuses on the feeling, on the way your words are soothing parts of him he didnāt care to recognize were broken, he focuses on the way your hands trail across his skin so fucking lovingly- as if heās actually worth something. As if heās someone and not a monster. As if he doesnāt have hundreds of lives taken by the very hands you praise for touching you.
No- no, none of that matters right now, as for the first time in his fucking life Simon Riley doesnāt fuck- he makes love.Ā
āGod- g-gonna make me cum, Simon- fuck- love the way you make me cum-ā You whimper out, back arching into him and fuck, Simon canāt take it anymore.
Simon doesnāt know what to think. Sure, the pleasure is mind-numbing, your pussy always feels so fucking good when itās wrapped around his cock like this, but itās damn near tripled by the pure feelings youāre forcing him to feel. The way his chest burns, but itās so good- he can fucking feel the love you have for him, the way you hold him in your heart, the way you think of him as though he put the very stars in the sky for you and you alone. And he would- fuck he absolutely would. Heād give you the world should you ask for it- fuck he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
He doesnāt speed up- he wants the slower build up, too, doesnāt want to rush it, but heās going to shatter if more praise leaves your lips so he presses down, slotting his mouth against your own, a minor distraction really.
You can feel the wetness to his cheeks.
You know itās not sweat.
Your hands move to cup his cheeks so softly, so lovingly, so gently. You moan into his mouth as the pleasure builds until that band finally fucking snaps, and youāre on cloud nine.
Simon buries his head in the crook of your neck, his hot, thick cum shooting ropes into you as your cunt squeezes his cock like a vice, truly milking him for all heās worth.
Youāre both panting, but Simon's head stays hidden- you know why, you can feel the tears against your neck, but you donāt say anything.
You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you come down from your high, nuzzling your cheek against the top of his head.
āLove you so much,ā You whisper out, running a hand through his hair, still slightly breathless.
You can feel Simon place the softest kiss to your neck, arms squeezing you almost too tightly, but you donāt say anything.Ā
You know your Simon. Heās not a monster. Heās not a killing machine. Heās a man- your man. Simonās not unlovable, heās not broken. Heās not stupid for simply not knowing. Heās not stupid for simply needing to be taught.
And you love him. Gods, do you love him. Youāll teach him. Youāll teach him itās okay, heās safe here, in your arms. Heās safe to love, to cry, to breakdown, heās safe to get the very things heās never had- and youāll give them willingly.
You donāt know how long you stay like that. His now soft cock still buried in your cunt, his tears have subsided awhile ago, but heās still unwilling to move from his spot- not that youāre complaining.Ā
Itās so quiet you barely even hear it, but fuck, youāre so glad you did.
āLove ya,ā Simon mumbles against your skin, his voice so quiet, hoarse and rough. But so very soft, so very gentle.
Yeah. Simon Riley can fuck like a god. But Simon Riley is learning how to love you fully, how to make love to you fully- and he wouldnāt change a thing. Neither would you.
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