Sidemen Imagines

Needs (Simon #18)

Warning: 15+, smutty, not full       Not really sure what I was thinking when I wrote this but of well.

I plodded into the kitchen, throwing my bag down on the counter, as I scavenged for food, having only just got home from work. However everything that was available didn't appeal to me. I did eventually settle for a packet of crisps, eating them as I made my way up the stairs, stopping once I'd reached my room. I twisted the handle, as quietly as I could not wanting to disturb Simon in case he was busy; when I entered he was sat at his desk, working so I very slowly closed the door and he didn't turn around once. He did have headphones on so he probably hadn't even heard me at all.

I stood in the doorway, observing what he was doing as not to interrupt but soon worked out that he was only editing and not recording so I could afford to move around. I'd finished my crisps now so walked over to the bin and disposed of the packet; I put a hand to my full stomach, but it still felt empty. I'd eaten before I left work and then once I'd gotten home. How could I still be hungry?

As I asked myself this I found I'd been staring at Simon the whole time, taking in his appearance and answering my question; I was hungry for him, not food. Did I want to disrupt him whilst he was editing though?

My body was tingling as I was so close to being next to him and without thinking anything through in my head my feet started walking towards him, stopping once I was stood behind his chair. My breathing had increased without consent and my arms uncontrollably found their way loosely onto Simon's shoulders making his jump. He speedily turned his head to face mine, shock written across his whole face but then it was erased, replaced with a beaming smile that connected onto my lips. His lips were soft and caring, and I wanted more but he soon pulled away leaving me unsatisfied.

"How was work babe?" He asked me whilst keeping eye contact. Those eyes, teasing me more.

"Wasn't great", I reply sadly. He picked up my hand, delicately kissing it in sympathy.

"Tell me later?" He asked caringly. I nodded in response. "I'm sorry (Y/N) but I still have about twenty minutes of editing to do. Is that alright?"

No, I want you so badly; I don't think I can wait much longer. "Yeah it's fine," I say putting on a fake smile and Simon smiles back at me before pecking my cheek and spinning back round to face his computer. Another kiss, really, are you trying to kill me because you're doing a pretty good job.

I took a gloomy step away from him, then another, and another, before turning back to him and removing his headphones from his head. His eyebrows folded inwards greatly and his face was full of confusion. Before he could speak though, my lips had demandingly leapt onto his. I kissed him a few times before pulling away. "I lied Si, I'm sorry, I need you right now, I can't wait", I apologetically said after regaining my breath. He took hold of my waist, looking at me then turning to his computer and then out the window, thinking.

A few seconds later he returned his vision onto me; his face was expressionless so I had no clue what he'd decided on until a weak smile was cast and his eyes flickered across my features. He moved a hand till it met with my chin, pulling me down until my forehead touched his; stumbling about his chair and legs, until he grasped me tightly, forcing my body to collide with his. "Sorry, I can be quite clumsy sometimes," I stated trying to get off him but he wouldn't let me move. He snorted out of his nose in response.

"I put my foot their on purpose (Y/N) knowing you would fall onto me," Simon cheekily replied and raised his eyebrows. I shook my head a little but bent down to his lips, pausing so they were touching teasingly until he accepted and kissed me. I kept a hand around his neck and the other on his chest whilst his hands started to feel around the bottom of my top, seeking permission.