infinite strawberries for all eternity
pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader
summary: you ask your neighbor for help with your gardening
“okay, maybe i can’t do this on my own,” you huffed to yourself, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. your car’s trunk was open, you leaned inside, hunched over a large bag of soil compost, another large bag of perlite positioned next to it. you’ve been trying to pick up this stupid bag of compost for the last five minutes, failing to even lift it an inch. you needed a fucking break, choosing to rest your torso against the plastic, plump boobs pushed up to your chin.
“ya need some help there, fawn?” you heard a deep voice ask, yelping at the gruff accent that startled you, jumping up from the trunk, a loud thud being heard, followed by an ow. hitting the back of your head on the car’s roof, and it hurt so damn bad, hand quickly moving to the injured spot. “oh shit,” the sound of footsteps getting closer to you.
you felt a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of your trunk and straightening your spine when you were free. you felt a second hand on the top of your head, assuming the person was shielding you from another potential injury. “s’ always somethin’ involvin’ m’ tha’ scares ya,” he tells you, moving his large hand from your head, taking hold of your tiny hand, the one that wasn’t clinging your bodily harm. “hi ghost,” you still sweetly say, despite your pain. “hi y/n,” he replies, now rubbing circles on your lower back, skull balaclava ruffling in the wind. oh, your neighbor was so enamored by you, obsessed with your good-natured spirit.
the brit had stepped outside his house for a smoke, your small figure repeatedly moving from your car to your house grabbing his attention. he noticed you were carrying things inside, taking a final inhale and puff before putting out the bud and walking towards your driveway. the man decided he would help his little neighbor, still feeling bad for the way his dog frightened you. he’s seen you since in passing, mostly while you’re on your walks, a beautiful smile adorned your features while you waved to him, the man nodding in return, but he hasn’t had the opportunity to actually speak with you. you seemed like your were struggling with the last couple of items, so what better chance than now?
the man’s cheeks reddened at your state. seeing your full, round ass perched in the air, plush thighs spread slightly, it was doing things to him, ghost moving a hand to his clothed dick. you were such a pretty bonnie to your british neighbor, the brute shaking his mind free of all the dirty thoughts he conjured, m’ here to help tha’ lass out, he reminded himself.
frowning at your current predicament, “saw ya strugglin’ and jus’ wanted to see if ya wanted m’ help?” he’s looking at the back of your head now, examining the damage, “m’ so sorry ‘bout yer pretty head, hon.”
“no worries! it doesn’t hurt too much anymore,” you try to reassure, but the ex lieutenant didn’t miss the way you winced when his hand grazed over the area. looking into his eyes, you continued, “i could actually use some help,” you attempt to change the subject, “i’m trying to make a strawberry tower, infinite strawberries for all eternity!” a beat. “what?”
“i saw a tutorial on how to make a plant tower for strawberries to grow in. i’ve been wanting to start a new project for a while, and i guess today is the first day, haha,” you giggle while explaining.
you showed your neighbor the video you were referring to, ghost nodding his head, “m’ can help ya with tha’. shouldn’ be too hard for us, fawn,” he winked next, you looking down at your intertwined fingers. he detected the blush on your cheeks, patting your back with his other hand, “let’s get to work, yeah?”
with a final squeeze to your hand, he walked you a couple of steps backwards, going to your trunk alone. you couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping at his succeeding actions, your neighbor picking up both bags of soil compost and perlite in one arm, using his available one to shut your trunk.
he faced you, gesturing you to lead the way. “is that not heavy, ghost?” your mouth still agape, leading the man to your backyard. “don’ weigh nothin’,” he shrugged. “not fair,” you mumbled, holding your front door open, the brute laughing. “the backyard door is at the very end, just keep walking straight.”
ghost couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming, couldn’t help observing your home, taking in your colorful furniture and abstract decorations. he needed to find ways to be in here more, a complete opposition to his dark furniture and boring, plain walls.
you opened the back door for him, following him to your pile of other gardening objects, “i already brought everything else here, so we can start now!”
you and ghost had been working on this project for a little over an hour, riley now running around in your backyard, barking at the occasional squirrel he saw. your neighbor brought him over about half an hour ago, you actually asking him if riley could come. “of course he can.”
ghost did all of the harder, physical labor, while you did more of the prepping, removing his shirt at some point, using it to wipe the sweat from his toned body. the sight was heavenly, his strong build sending a throb to your core, imagining feeling all his muscles with your hands. you coughed and awkwardly looked away when he caught you staring, a snicker leaving him. “u-uh, here’s the tutorial,” a cute stutter as you fumbled for your phone.
he obeyed the instructions, sticking the plant stake deep into the ground. you spent time cutting draining holes into each of your pots, placing them on the stick, alternating each one to build your tower. you watched your shirtless neighbor pour in the compost and perlite, the sweat glistening on his muscles making you salivate. ghost was so fucking attractive and he treated you so nicely. you felt yourself developing a little crush on your neighbor, wanting to somehow spend more time with him.
you buried your soaked strawberry roots into the pots after he flattened the mixture, the man going to grab your water hose while you were finishing up the last one. “all the strawberry roots are in!” you happily exclaimed, petting riley when he ran up to you.
you proceeded giving riley pets, the large brit spraying the hose over your strawberry tower. “s’ all officially done, sweets. we did it,” ghost tells you, joining you in your pets after returning your hose.
before you could stop yourself, you hugged him when he squatted down, ghost rocking back and forth, trying to balance both of you, “thank you so much for your help, ghost! it means so, so much to me,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck.
feeling his arms circle your waist, massive hands roaming your back, you wanted to melt in his hold, felt so weak in it, “m’ help ya with whateva’, fawn. wheneva’ ya need somethin, need anythin’, you tell m’, yeah?”
he pulls back at your lack of response, clutching your chin in his tight grip, forcing your attention on him, your eyes on him. “tha’s’ no good,” he tsks, raising your chin higher, leaning your head back, “m’ asked ya a question.”
“i u-understand, sir,” you gulped out, the man releasing his hold on your face, you wrapping yourself around him again. “good.”
he kept you in his hold for a while longer, the both of you craving this for longer than you’d like to admit. feeling your hot neighbor’s beefy muscles around your smaller frame, oh, it was just straight ecstasy. what would it take to get this man inside? get in his pants? the things you’d do to ghost, yeah, you needed that.
maybe you could invite him over for dinner one day?
