virgin!reader getting ready to make your usual escape to living room when you hear Simonâs heavy grunt from the other side of the wall
only to pause when you donât hear a responding feminine moan
Just Simonâs heavy breathing, almost like a growl and you feel heat pool in your stomach, thighs clenching when you hear a guttural âOh fuck-â
The image of Simon, spread out on his bed, boxers around his thighs and one rough hand stroking his aching cock has a breathy whine slipping past your lips, which you quickly try to cover up by slapping a hand over your mouth
Heâs vocal, something you never would have guessed. Groans and punched out little grunts float between the walls, and with each new noise you clench down around nothing, pillow pressed between your thighs as you rock your hips, trying to smother your little whines with your hand
