- simon riley x rival gender neutral reader. ╰ sharp words turn into sharper tension until Simon’s alone, and your the only thing on his mind and in his hand.
He didn’t know exactly where it started. When his thoughts of you twisted into something else.
Attraction had a funny way of looking like bitter hate. Easy to justify until his gaze lingered a second too long, until the angry tone of your voice stayed in his head long after you’d left the room
It was easier to tell himself you got under his skin, that you were a problem he needed to solve.
But it was harder to explain why his hands itched to touch instead of push away, why his cock got rock solid whenever he thought about you in his barracks late at night.
Stroking himself as he imagined it was your hand, the same grin you got whenever you beat him in a sparring match plastered on your face as he finally came, cursing your name under his breath.
It didn’t stop there, the more he tried to block you out of his head, the more you slithered back in.
Most nights ended with him jerking off until his cock was raw and sensitive, groaning as he thought of you from the previous hours.
When you’d curse him out until you used up every insulting word in the book, or give him that glare he swore used to make his teeth grind in anger: now his jaw clenched for an entirely different reason, fighting to keep from getting hard in the middle of debriefing
Only today, since he saw you this morning, you were different. You didn’t shoot him a glare right before the mess hall nor during Price’s boring debriefing like you usually did.
Instead, you had this wicked grin on your face, a glint in your eyes.
No snarky comment muttered in his ear as he passed by, not even your usual ones.
Well, not until later when you tossed him a worn pair of boxing gloves: your and his way of silently saying, “Spar? Bet I’ll beat you.”
He grunted, tightening the Velcro around his wrists before joining you in the ring.
“Oh, and by the way—” you cracked your knuckles, then your neck, straightening yourself up.
“We have really thin walls. So next time you’re moaning my name while you jerk off in the middle of the night… maybe try being quieter, yeah?”
You just know I had to make it rivals, cus it’s literally my favorite trope ever, this is short though because I wanted to leave it at like a cliff hanger to maybe pick up again for a part two? idk? the other ones will be longer i promise🧍♀️🤞
