Sweet view — chubby! reader x Simon Riley
Simon always considered your clothes fashion worth of admiring. The first couple dates you shared he would always made mental notes of what you would were. Every time he would have to mentally slap himself to actually engage in the conversation you two were having— but he just could not concentrate, not when his eyes follow the path of your soft pink top that made your skin radiate and make you look so soft, the dainty little heart shape necklace that hung around pretty neck, and the pretty jeans that were clinged to your waisted so perfectly despite being a little baggy.
Nonetheless, Simon was infatuated with all the things that made you be you — your fashion, the way your voice seemed to soften when talking to him, how your hands would fidget with the edge of the cup of tea you were holding in your hands, your smile, your aroma, and so on. Of course all of this in a respectful way, always making sure to know your boundaries of what made you comfortable.
As your relationship made a path to a more stable commitment for the two of you, it seemed like you started to get more comfortable wearing things that Simon didn’t get to see in the beginning of the relationship— and he was definitely not mad to have waited to be with such a beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, and loving person as you were.
Simon knew you were a little skittish about revealing or attracting more attention than needed from anyone other than Simon. Specially when it came to clothing that in your own words “didn’t fit your body type”.
“It’s o’right, love” he would say while looking down at you “years in the military ‘ve taught me how to fight any prick. I can beat anyone that makes more eye contact than need”
After that, he saw and felt the shift on your confidence, on him more than not, when choosing clothes to hang around him or to go out.
During the morning, you decided that going to the mall was not a bad idea. Your outfits were starting to get a little repetitive. Simon agreed with you, but unfortunately, he couldn’t go with you. You promised that after you came back, you’d give him a “haul tour” of what you had bought during the day in your shopping spree. He wished to be there with you as he signed and read endless papers about what it seemed at the moment, unimportant things— he wished he could be there with you to help choose things for your wardrobe, and who knows maybe through a little revealing pieces so you could wear them for him. He apologized for not tagging along with you, but paperwork had to be done as soon as possible.
Once you came back, he was immediately sitting down in the edge of the bed— waiting for you to model for him. The first year pieces of clothing were cute; couple top’s with flowery and cherry patters, some accessories like ear rings and rings that you thought could go along with more of your wardrobe.
But you saved the best for the end. He knew you had waited for this to go down at the end.
As you came out of the restroom, he saw the little smirk you were not really hiding. His eyes scanned your body from top to bottom.
It was a whole new outfit the one you got on. A tiny top that barely did the job of covering your chest, he could see the fabric making an effort to not spill it, and as you approach him you did a mini twirl on that damn mini skirt that barely did the work of covering your bottom. He made sure to keep a mental imagine of how you looked for later, this was the first time seeing you like this.
Simon licked his, what seemed on an instant, dry lips. He could feel himself getting hard under the belt of his jeans.
“Damn tease, aren’t ya?”
Ok, agh I'm addicted to write Simon so daddy coded, he's so delicious on every scenario I have of him. love my big, scary, tattoo man being weak for the tiniest skimpiest mini skirt (im also going to proofread this in the next couple day, sorry!)
