Hiiii! hope you have a great week 💞
could you write something about Simon unintentionally meeting his In-laws for the first time?? smut or fluff or both is up to you
Yes ofc!! Sorry been severe weather in my area, havent been able to upload.
Simon had taken a red eye flight home the moment the mission ended, sleeping in the cramped economy seat he got last minute. But it was worth, seeing your face light up as you jumped up from the couch with your morning coffee, was all he needed. When you jumped into his arms he caught you effortlessly.
Your lips connected with his as your arms wrapped tight around his neck. And it started with just morning cuddles and Simon being smothered in your kisses. Until he had you bouncing on his dick. His mouth biting and sucking at your neck, collarbone, chest. Everywhere he could reach, while his hands gripped your hips, moving you up and down.
Your whines and mewls only spurring him on, and he was already so close from fucking nothing but his fist and pillow for the past six months. The second you clenched and started to cum, Simon buried his cock in deep and exploded.
You barely had time to enjoy the afterglow before the doorbell rang.
The sound cut through the quiet like a gunshot, both your heads snapping toward the door barely thirty feet away.
You groaned, dragging yourself off Simon and scrambling for your clothes. Your shirt was half buttoned, your hair a mess, and you couldn’t even look at the state of the couch. Simon, in full panic mode, yanked his jeans back up and shoved a couch pillow over the very obvious evidence of what you’d been doing.
The doorbell rang again.
“Bloody hell…” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair to make it look at least somewhat respectable.
You opened the door, and froze.
Your parents stood there. Smiling. Bags in hand.
“Sweetheart! We were in town and thought we’d surprise you!” your mother said, stepping forward for a hug.
“Oh my god–hi! Yeah, uh… surprise,” you stammered, forcing a smile and glancing nervously toward the living room.
Simon was on his feet now, trying desperately to look like a man who hadn’t just been naked two minutes ago. His ears burned red as you waved your parents in.
“Uh, Mom, Dad–this is Simon,” you said, voice a little too high-pitched. “Simon, these are my parents.”
Simon straightened up and offered a hand. “Ma’am. Sir.” His tone was polite, military-level formal, but the muscle ticking in his jaw betrayed his nerves.
Your father shook his hand, eyeing him up and down. “So you’re the one we’ve been hearing about,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
“Yes, sir,” Simon said evenly, though he could feel the flush creeping up his neck. “Pleasure to finally meet you both.”
Your mother’s smile was far too kind for the situation. “You know, you look exactly how I pictured him,” she said cheerfully, setting her bag down.
Simon wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or terrified.
“Would you like some tea?” you blurted out, a little too quickly.
“That’d be lovely,” your mom said.
As you escaped to the kitchen, Simon remained standing there like a statue, trying not to move too much, not to think about anything, especially not about what he could still feel clinging faintly to his jeans.
Your father crossed his arms, watching him. “So, Simon… what do you do for a living?”
Simon hesitated, then offered the safest answer possible. “Military, sir.”
Your dad nodded slowly. “Ah. Explains the posture.”
Simon gave a tight, awkward smile. “Yes, sir.”
From the kitchen, you called, “Simon, can you help me for a second?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He followed you in, shutting the kitchen door behind him as you whispered, “I am never answering the door again.”
Simon huffed a quiet laugh, leaning in close enough that only you could hear: “Next time, m’love, we’re usin’ the bedroom.”