dothegriddy

i attempt to write when i have the time #simonghostrileyfan

[dothegriddy]

Neighbours.    Just over a couple months ago, you and Simon moved into an apartment, a luxurious one which made you two excited, especially you. But the only downside to the space was the thin walls.    You’ve always dreamed of having one of those luxurious apartments that were decorated to the brim, Simon found it useless to overly decorate the place up, but you didn’t listen – as always.    One late night when Simon came back from a gruesome, tiring, overwhelming mission, all he wanted was you. He always loved burying his face into your neck whenever he had the chance to. This particular night, you could sense his growing impatience as he practically growled into your skin, making you burn up like a teenage girl.    “Fuck love… s’got me impatient.”    You squirmed under him, his weight not far from crushing you completely. Your face grew warmer every time he let out a groan as he inhaled your scent – lavender mixed with your individual scent he couldn’t quite pinpoint on.    “Simon..”    You gasped out his name, your tone desperate and needy. It was obvious in your body language – how you struggled to breathe under him, not just from his weight but from how you clenched your thighs together, like you were itching to find some pressure.    “C’mon, love… use your words—full sentences, yeah?”    He had you there, completely gone. You loved when he spoke to you like that, like you were his everything, which you were in his world.     “Please Simon—“   You practically whimpered when you muttered that sentence out. Simon knew what he was doing, he was deliberately teasing you, dragging this out so he could get you as wet as possible, even though you both knew that wouldn’t take much.    Something in him snapped as he heard your whimpers against his ear, there was a shift in his body language as he started breathing heavier, hungrier. He didn’t waste any time pulling down the fabric from your body, eagerly ripping it.    The sound of fabric ripping filled the air alongside his growls and your whimpers. It was an intimate moment shared between the two of you until an agitated knock was heard from the other side of the wall.     Neighbours.    Simon huffed impatiently as he ignored them and their displeased knocks. He immediately yanked off your soaked laced panties, making you gasp as the cold air hit you, a huge contrast between the heat that was previously growing between your legs.   

It was like it fuelled him, every gasp, every whimper, every word that came out of those pretty lips of yours. Simon wasn’t a man that wasted time, particularly in a fiery and hot moment like this. His lips dragged down your dripping lips, making you let out a loud overstimulated whimper, you needed more and he was doing this on purpose.    “C’mon then, love… let’s give ’em somethin’ to complain about, yeah?” 

[dothegriddy]

Simon Ghost Riley.    “Lieutenant” was what everyone called him though, but not you.    You never called Simon by his rank unless he had you bent over in bed; it fuelled him in ways you never understood why.    One particular ride back from the mission, you sat across from him as he was slouched in his seat, his expression hidden by his mask, but you could sense his frustration burning off him. You didn’t understand his reasonings for his pent-up frustration, but you never complained when he’d burn it all off fucking you in bed. 

“Someone's upset.” you murmured under your breath to Soap McTavish who was sitting next to you.    Soap glanced at Simon, then back towards you to respond to you. “Aye.” He said, not wanting to say much because he felt Simon's gaze burning into him, avoiding a pretty good punch to the face.    You sensed the tension in the ride back home, deciding to stay silent after your short conversation with Soap. You glanced at Simon slowly and deliberately to check if he was indeed staring at you, which he was. You quickly averted your gaze back towards the floor of the moving vehicle, blood rushing to your cheeks causing your face to burn up stupidly.    Simon leaned in to whisper into your ear, hovering besides your ear just for a moment which made your breath hitch, and he sensed it.     He was doing it on purpose.    “You keep that pretty mouth of yours shut or else I’ll step in.” He uttered into your ear, pulling back and slouching back into his seat like nothing happened, especially since no one could see his facial expression.