Simon Imagine - Protect
REQUESTED: “Can you write a Simon image where he’s super protective over the reader when they’re out at a party?”
“Holy shit you look good.”
I smiled as a pair of arms snaked around my waist.
“Thank you. Shall we go?”
“You know,” he kept a hand on each hip, pulling me closer towards him. “I think I’d rather stay in.”
I rolled my eyes as I pecked his lips before turning to grab my bag.
“Not tonight, Simon. It’s Cal’s 25th - this is a big deal!”
Simon pouted at me, his hands moving back to my waist, stroking up and down the velvet of my dress. I pressed a hand to his cheek.
“Don’t pout at me. We won’t be long, okay.”
“Ugh, okay.” He groaned as I dragged him outside and into the taxi.
The minute we arrived at the tower his arm was around my waist. Even as Callum opened the door, enveloping me into a warm embrace, Simon’s hand lingered uncomfortably. I gave him a questioning look, to which he simply shrugged.
“I’m gonna go and get a drink,” I informed Simon and he nodded reluctantly. As I made my way to the drinks table I clashed into someone.
“Hey, Y/n, sorry about that! Wow you look good.”
I blushed at the compliment as Freezy rested a hand on my arm.
“Thank you, Callum.”
“It’s no problem love. So how are things? It’s been a while!”
We made warm small talk as I grabbed a plastic cup, filling it to the brim. I informed Callum of my new job, how I would be moving to London for university. He responded, telling me how his girlfriend was doing a degree in London and how expensive it had been. I smiled in appreciation of his presence.
“So speaking of relationships, you still with Simon? How’s that going?”
“It’s great thanks.”
The liqueur in my cup spilt onto the floor as I jumped at Simon’s interruption. His voice was monotone as he again wrapped his arm around me, his fingers stroking along my shoulder blade. Callum gave Simon a bemused look before holding up his hands and backing away, responding clearly to a comment Simon had silently given behind me. I turned around.
“Simon! That was rude!”
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
“Looking at me? Simon we were literally talking about his own girlfriend!”
“Y/n that doesn’t mean fuck all. I know him better than you do.”
“You’re being crazy.”
“You make me crazy.”
I bit back a proud smile and forced a sarcastic look as I refilled my cup. Simon stood close behind me, watching me do so.
“Are you just gonna follow me all night?”
We made our way to the dance floor and joined the rest of the boys and their girlfriends. As I got drunker, I became braver, engaging in a lot of silly and borderline provocative dancing with Freya and Sarah. I felt Simon’s eyes on me the entire time, which only fueled my enjoyment. I watched his face become progressively more frustrated and I simply ignored it, wanting to tease. Before I knew it he was grabbing my hand and pulling me out onto the balcony.
“Simon! I was having fun!”
“Y/n, you’re taking the piss.”
“By having fun?”
“By teasing me!”
He put a hand by either side of me, pushing me up against the railing and breathing into my neck. I felt his groin against mine and I silently squirmed.
“Oh you will be.”
PLS READ ok so idk if this was kinda shitty/borderline abusive? its v hard to write a protective scenario without it becoming controlling. so idk tell me what u think also sorry it was short!!