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Simon with a shy reader that’s embarrassed to be naked in front of a man for the frist time 🥺

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simon isn’t one to pressure, he keeps his distance and takes things at his own pace—and that goes for his significant other, too. so when you’re changing infront of him for the first time and you’re humiliated, he’s slightly curious, yet leaves it to stir; looking up from his book, watching your hands quickly rifle through the drawers.

‘y’right, love? seem panicky.’

he rasped, cocking a brow upwards as his finger tapped against the aged page of the book on his lap, your hands coming to cover your bra and panties timidly, sheepishly nodding.

‘mhm! all—all good!’

you quickly dismissed, shoving on a pair of shorts and a hoodie— a hum coming from his lips.

-

he had you on his lap, lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck, hands curling around your waist like you were fragile porcelain, your head resting on his broad shoulderblade like it was a cushioning of some sort, breath hitching when his hand moved to slide your shirt off, wiggling slightly.

he immediately came to a stop, looking up at your tense shoulders and scrunched nose.

‘y’ alright?’

‘i’ve never..’

‘i’ve never been naked; in front of.. a man.’

you whispered in embarrassment, hiding your face in his hand as simons head cocked to the side, letting out a soft chuckle while gently moving your wrists away.

‘darlin’, you ain’t gonna be naked.. you’ll have your..knickers on.’

the male reassured, kissing your cheek as his hand moved up to his own shirt, slipping the thin fabric over his head, patting your thigh encouragingly.

‘there, better?’

with a nod of your head, he slowly removed your shirt, placing it neatly beside on the bed; reaching up to kiss at your shoulder, hands kneading at the plush of your hips, moving to caress your midriff with soft hums, listening to your shaky breaths.

‘cant—can’t do it.’

you quickly muttered, reaching for your shirt as he nodded, helping you slide the fabric back on and gently lifting you from his lap, soft smile painted onto his lips.

‘never gonna rush you, dollie.’

-

the hot water of the bath dripped along his spine, scars covering each crook and cranny; back pressed against the cold edge of the tub, letting himself soak off after a long day, hands rubbing soap into his skin.

a gentle knock on the door caused him to cock a brow, waiting before the door slowly peeled open, your head peeking around it.

‘si?’

‘y’alright?’

he asked, reaching for a towel to get out—stopped by your sudden dismissal.

‘no-no, don’t..’

‘can i.. get in?’

you murmured, watching his brows raise with mild shock, before a nod followed; covering his eyes with his palms, humming.

‘you..don’t need to do that anymore.’

you broke the silence, watching his arms fall back down in relaxation, rolling his shoulders as he brought his knees up so you had more room, slowly sliding your shirt over your head—followed by the removal of your bottoms, before hesitantly sliding off your undergarnaments and stepping into the bath, leaning against him.

‘how lucky am i, to have such a gorgeous partner?’

he gently mumbled into your neck, kissing the skin.