23 โก Triss Merigold, chestnut hair, cheerful, ready to burst into laughter for no reason at all, like a child. He liked her. It had been mutual. โก ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐'๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ. โก [VernonCiri] โก
so let me share something with you guys for a second
(nsfw)
ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks
and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only
and it is always one night only
no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldnโt be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didnโt care
but when itโs finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didnโt even know your name
but thatโs okay, itโs not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself
struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters
and when he finally pulls out his cock? youโre too nervous to relax, and it doesnโt fit. before he can give you some half-assed โsโalright, love. another time, yeah?โ, youโre shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed
for weeks, you avoid him. at least, thatโs what he calls it. you didnโt consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again
simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldnโt stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human
your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone
that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon
and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.
โprice is off base. come to my room and Iโll make it fit this time.โ
Simon Riley who loves to watch you shower (though not in the way you think). โ plus-size!fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley
CW: plus-sized reader but can be read as body neutral, non-sexual nudity, simon being smitten
You're not sure when it became a habit, but you remember the first time it happened. You had announced you were going to take a shower, and Simon had sprung up, asking if he could quickly brush his teeth before you went in there. You snorted a little at that, telling him he could do it while you were showering โ he'd seen you naked plenty of times before, you didn't even think twice about it. And always one to follow an order, he did as he was told.
It took you a second to notice how he had stilled his movements, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth and his eyes focused on you through the mirror as it slowly fogged up.
"Something wrong, Si?"
"N'thin, baby, jus' do y'r thing."
It became almost ritual not long after that. If Simon spotted you with a fresh set of clothes in your arms, he padded over to the bathroom behind you, not a word exchanged. He'd sit on the closed toilet seat, insisting you left the shower door open.
"Si, the whole bathroom's gonna get wet..."
"Don't matter. I'll dry it after."
And then he just... watches. In complete silence, he just gazes at you. Watching how you wash your hair (doing it twice, because someone on social media told you it was better for your hair), inhaling deeply as the scent of your shampoo fills the air. He watches how you work the conditioner in, letting it sit while you continue with the next step of your routine. He watches you scrub away with a washcloth, suds covering your skin before rinsing it all off under the hot water. He particularly enjoys what you call your 'everything showers'. If you're in the mood to shave, he wants you to put your foot up on the toilet seat, right between his thighs โ he'll handle the hard to see parts, lovie, don't worry about it. He's a little confused about the concept of scrub, but you have no problem babbling an explanation as you rub it all over your body (you find a whole array of newly acquired shower products the day after โ scrubs included). He's still watching when you get out, how you dab yourself dry instead of rubbing, almost hypnotized as you smear serum after serum and layer cream after cream on your face and body.
"No fuckin' wonder your skin is so soft- Y'got a whole apothecary in here."
"What, you think this happens naturally?"
โ
The first time he actually joins you, he doesn't really know how to get the question out. It's a day and a half after he came back from deployment, and as much as you would have loved to smother him in affection, you knew he needed time. Time to ground himself, to stop seeing the blood on his hands even after scrubbing them raw, to go from being Ghost to being Simon. He's been holed up in the bedroom since he came home, and only moves to leave once he hears the bathroom door open. You only smile at him when he appears in the doorway, assuming he'd take his usual seat. He doesn't. Instead, he's gesturing awkwardly to the shower. You know what he means.
"Can I- D'you mind if-"
"Of course you can, Si."
You're gentle with him; coaxing him out of his clothes and mask, turning the shower on and letting it get to temperature before guiding him in with you. He's stiff as a board still, but you see the small exhale at the hot water hitting his skin. You reach for his shampoo (the one you picked out for him โ you nearly broke up with him when you first saw the single 5-in-1 bottle he had in his bathroom), but he's faster, grabbing your own and handing it to you, and you know what he wants. You don't say a word as you squeeze some onto your palm, and go to reach up when you realize-
"Simon, baby, could you bend down a little? I can't reach..."
He's on his knees before you know it. His eyes close when your hands start working through his hair โ it's longer than when he left. His hands find their way to your thighs. You know he doesn't need it for balance. His forehead rests against the pudge of your stomach as you rinse him out. You can still see the remnants of his eyeblack when you tilt his head up.
You take him through your whole routine. He lets you wash him before you take care of yourself โ he just watches, like second nature.
You know you have your Simon back once you turn the water off.
accidentally finding out that simon riley is ticklish during sex, though the way he reacted wasn't too... expected. buuuuut it's not like you hated the outcome you got from him <3
MINORS DNI. NSFW BENEATH THE CUT!
Simon's hands roamed around your body, taking in every curve as you squirmed helplessly on his lap. Your hands gripped on his shoulders, seeking more friction as you grinded down against his clothed crotch. Simon's hips stuttered in response to your move.
"So fuckin' needy, aren't ya?" Simon groaned out, his voice low and filled with desperation.
You huffed in response, nearly rolling your eyes at his words before your hands made their way to the hem of his shirt. Simon grunted, helping you lift his shirt up.
"Simon... Need'ya so bad. I need to feel you, please..." You pleaded.
And before you knew it, he was knuckles deep into your cunt. His thick fingers curled inside you, feeling the way your pussy clenched hungrily around his digits. Simon laughed softly out of amusement, watching the way you arched your back. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, seeking balance.
"I got ya, don't worry, yeah? 'm here for ya, lovie." He whispered soothingly.
"Simon, I'm gonna..."
"Fuck, yeah? Let go f'me, c'mon, give yourself in."
You nearly whined at his words, feeling yourself tipping over the edge as his fingers worked faster. Tears swelled up in your eyes before you squeezed them shut, feeling yourself squirt all over him, leaving your juices dripping down his lower abdomen.
Simon watched quietly, slowing down the pace as he felt you slump against his chest, your arms falling back to your sides. His free hand wrapped around your waist, a silent gesture of protection.
"Fuuuck, would ya take a look at the mess ya made? Look at tha' sweet'eart." He mumbled softly, looking down at the mess on his stomach.
Your vision blurred as you glanced at the mess, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarassment. Fuck, your mind felt hazy. The orgasm hit you harder than a brick, and you knew only Simon could leave this effect on you.
And, as soon as you gathered your composure, your hands went back to his chest. Simon's eyes softened at the sight of you, watching as you undo his belt. You swiftly threw his belt aside, propping yourself on top of him before looking up at him. Simon got the signal and lifted his hips up, gaze piercing as you pulled his pants down.
There was a small stain on his boxers already, having leaked precum ever since he buried his fingers into your puffy cunt. Simon groaned as you pulled his boxers down, the cold air hitting his painfully hard cock.
"Wait, sweet'eartโ"
You slammed down on his cock, feeling him twitch inside you before he arched his back off of the couch. His breath hitched as you watched him tremble beneath you. He groaned out in response, throwing his head back onto the couch before his hands shot up to your waist; making sure you don't lose balance.
"Simon, Iโ fuck I cant help it, need... need you inside me..." You slurred out, tripping over your own words.
Simon's chest rose up and down, trying to catch his breath before he lifted his head up. His gaze met yours, all hazy and fucked out of his mind. Your hands stayed on his chest for a moment, before you slowly ran your fingers down.
"Christ, you feel fuckin' heavenly, Iโ fuckin' 'ell..."
Simon shivered beneath you, letting out a shaky breath as he watched your hand skillfully caress the roughness of his skin. Your fingers softly traced over his scars, feeling the way he jerks every once in a while. Once your hands reached his abdomen, you slowly traced the sides of his waist.
"Not there sweet'eart, Iโ" The words caught in his throat as you continued teasing his waist.
A small, nervous laugh left his lips as one of his hands shot up to your wrist, trying to get your hands off of his waist. You noticed it. The way his cheeks heated up whenever your hands roamed around his waist, the way he seemed to hold the small laughter that threatened to come out of his mouth. He's ticklish.
"Bloody 'ell, notโ not there," he paused for a moment. "Don't play these kind of games on me, love, fuck please." He begged softly, his cock hardening inside you.
And, that's when you felt it.
His hips stuttered before he cummed inside you, merely because of a simple touch. A small wheeze left his lips, feeling himself come undone just like that. Your eyes widened as you watched him rut his hips through his orgasm. A small, amused yelp left your lips before you moaned softly. He'd never been this sensitive before. His hand dropped from your wrist.
"Fuck!" He groaned out, feeling his whole body tremble beneath you.
Shit, you know damn well you're far from over now.
kruegerspillow ยฉ 2024 โต do not feed my work into ai, repost or translate my work. Reblogs are much appreciated เญจเง
Simon Riley who is obsessed with watching your pussy taking what she's given.
CW : fingering, toys, mirrors, overstimulation, mentions of filming, Simon being gross.
Simon who loves to watch you finger yourself.
He loves to watch how your fingers were too small to give yourself the same amount of pleasure his could, how they barely seemed to stretch your cunt. And when he finally got his fingers inside you, he loved it even more.
He loved how your tight little hole tried to adjust to his stupidly thick fingers. How with every slide of his fingers your pussy just got louder and louder. He especially loved spitting on your hole and watching his spit slip inside you, then dribble out.
Then, Simon started sitting you in front of the floor length mirror in your bedroom. Between his thick thighs, with your back against his chest.
His cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched your reaction in the mirror to your cunt taking his fingers. How you squirm and whine trying to get away from the overstimulation. But his left hand had a death grip on your hip, keeping you in place.
"C'mon princess, y'can take it" is whispered in your ear as you orgasm again.
your pretty hole just takes your fingers so well princess! Your folds are so puffy and welcoming to Simon's fingers. Practically begging for them! How is he supposed to say no when your hole is begging him so sweetly?
And when Simon comes home early from a mission, only to find you on your bed wearing his sweater and moving a dildo in and out of your cunt? He goes feral.
Suddenly, your brute of a boyfriend is kneeling in front of you and pushing your legs as far apart as they'll go, so he can watch your cunt swallow the toy he was now fucking you with.
"Why weren't you recording this f'me, baby? Y'know I love t'see how your pussy takes what she's given" Simon growled.
And with all of this information, you really can't be that surprised when you come home from work to see Simon building a fucking machine in your living room. A proud smile on his face when he saw your shocked expression.
(and yes, there is a tripod with a high quality camera behind the machine so he can make sure he doesn't miss a thing)
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of spanking, mentions of knife play, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of bondage, possessive Ghost, mentions of masturbation, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of being mugged, marking, just general smut
A = Aftercareย (what theyโre like after sex)
This man will NOT rest until you are satisfied, both during and after sex.
You name it - a bath, massage, satin bedsheets and chocolate - it's yours.
He knows how hard it is to take all of him given both his sheer size and how rough he can be, so he knows you deserve nothing less than the best for your service.
He never thought he'd be on the giving end of the whole "Thank you for your service" speech.
B = Body partย (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโs)
His: His legs, particularly his thighs. Loves how strong they are and how much you like them, too.
Have been many occasions where you've called him "dummy thick", thus leading to him actually acknowledging how large his thighs are.
Enjoys bending you over his thigh and spanking you. Period.
Yours: Anything he can mark. Which is everything.
Man will find a way to make sure you look like you've been JUMPED by how many hickeys he leaves on your body.
And if it weren't for their placement - on your neck, chest and between your thighs - people would likely assume you had been mugged.
C = Cumย (anything to do with cum, basically)
Will cum inside you at any given opportunity.
After fucking you raw for the first time, he can't go back to wearing condoms now.
He will if you ask him, but you both enjoy the feeling when he doesn't.
Will absolutely cover you in his cum btw. And I mean c o v e r - for therapeutic purpuses.
"Therapeutic" meaning he wants to show you who owns you.
D = Dirty secretย (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Takes a pair of your underwear with him when he's called back on duty.
They remind him of your touch, your body. Make him feel a little less closer to you.
Also uses them to jack off; man is busting a fat nut whenever he's holding your underwear in one hand and milking himself with the other.
E = Experienceย (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโre doing?)
In theory, very, but he's had few-to-no chances of getting to exercise his galaxy brain knowledge.
That said, he knows exactly which buttons to press to have you crying under him. And is not ashamed to abuse that power.
F = Favorite positionย (this goes without saying)
If you're AFAB: Missionary. Loves watching his cock bulge in your stomach as he ploughs into you. Your parted lips and pleading sobs are a source of intoxicating validation for him that he is the only man you'll ever want or need. He's just making sure you know that, too.
If you're AMAB: Doggy style. He threads one hand through your hand and grips it, pulling your head back to whisper obscenities in your ear. He's pushing down on the small of your back with his other hand, making sure you're not getting away from him that easily.
G = Goofyย (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Dead serious.
If y'all fucking, it's either because he's showing you the most vulnerable, exposed corners of his love for you, and humour has no place in the bedroom at a time like this; or he's angry. Either way, the only smile he's cracking is one of sheer love or absolute cruelty.
H = Hairย (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
When he's away, he doesn't need to keep himself trimmed or presentable since no-one's going to be seeing that part of him.
When he's home, however, he'll get himself into hair and makeup if that's your preference. But there will be times when he forgets or simply can't be bothered, but he'll try his best :-).
I = Intimacyย (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
In the bedroom, nothing else exists aside from you and him.
He'll pour his soul out to you through physical touch rather than words, unless he's feeling particularly sentimental and needs you to hear how much you mean to him, how good you make him feel (both sexually and non-sexually).
Makes intense eye contact with you throughout, half-lidded and eyes glazed with the impenetrable sheen of lust and love.
J = Jack offย (masturbation headcanon)
When he's away, he'll jack off once every 2-3 days, his line of work making it difficult for him to have enough time alone to: 1.) get hard, and 2.) jack off.
When he's home, he rarely does it because he doesn't need to. He has you, and you've never turned him down, nor has he you. But if you've fallen asleep and he's still horny, and you didn't agree to partaking in somnophilia or he doesn't want to wake you, he'll deal with the issue himself.
K = Kinkย (one or more of their kinks)
Oh boy, here we go *cracks knuckles*.
Breeding kink - he wants complete ownership of you, and having part of him literally inside you is the best way he goes about it. That, and he just wants to have a happy family (aww).
Somnophilia (as previously discussed) - just something about you trusting him enough to handle your unconscious body sends him feral.
Size kink - man's massive, you're not. Likes having his ego stroked by seeing his cock bulging inside you. Need there be more said?
Knife kink - again with the trust; it means a lot to him.
Bondage - please see above. This man is a top through and through and he thrives off people being at his mercy.
L = Locationย (favorite places to do the do)
At home, in the bedroom, shower, living room - anywhere familiar enough that he feels safe.
Not just for his sake, but for yours, too.
He needs to be somewhere secure so he can protect you.
He knows the layout of the house and so feels most confident there. Means he can relax and take his time with you.
Also means nobody else will have their prying eyes all over you
M = Motivationย (what turns them on, gets them going)
Just you.
But if you do something that makes him remember just how special you make him feel (so basically anything), he is down horrendous.
Will not let you go until you've felt the full extent of his love.
N = Noย (something they wouldnโt do, turn offs)
Any form of bodily harm.
He's terrified of hurting you.
With knife play, it's different because he can control his strength and knows he's not going to cut you deep enough (if at all) to leave any permanent scars or damage).
And thus will avoid any possible scenario where he could end up breaking that streak.
Also wouldn't have a threesome or a couple swap.
You're his and his alone, and his soul belongs to you.
He wouldn't see anyone else as a threat and more so a mockery, and trust that Ghost does not like his ego being injured.
O = Oralย (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves receiving and giving.
He's a simple man; he sees an opportunity for head, he takes it.
P = Paceย (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood.
He usually enjoys going slow and pressing scorching kisses to your body if you or him want to. But when he's angry or wants to finish, he'll go fast and rough (given that you want it and can stand it).
Q = Quickieย (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn't partake in them.
He likes to take his time with you, even if he's angry-fucking.
He'll draw out the entire experience for as long as you can stay awake to feel it.
R = Riskย (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's open-minded and will try anything you want to and will perform it to the best of his ability.
Unless it's anything to do with involving someone else.
He will not share you.
S = Staminaย (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Too many.
He'll outlast you by a good three rounds given his rigorous military training, patience, and behemoth build.
T = Toysย (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn't own many, if any, since you've only ever needed each other to be satisfied.
Would be open-minded if you wanted to experiment, though.
U = Unfairย (how much they like to tease)
If he's feeling patient, he'll refuse to penetrate you, instead poking and prodding and stroking anywhere but where you need him most.
After that, he'll just edge you for hours until he knows you can't take it anymore.
V = Volumeย (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Can be vocal but will usually grunt or groan.
Isn't a natural moaner like Konig or Alejandro, but that doesn't mean your touch doesn't drive him to the edge of insanity.
W = Wild cardย (a random headcanon for the character)
You are the light of his life and will not hesitate to stop if he thinks he's hurt you in a way you're not into.
You'll have to reassure him many times before you can continue that yes, you're okay. No, you don't need an ice pack.
He only does it because he has the upmost respect for you and loves you with every fibre the universe has to offer.
X = X-rayย (letโs see whatโs going on under those clothes)
8 inches, very girthy.
Struggles fitting it in sometimes; it burns when he pushes into you if you don't have time to be warmed up, but that doesn't stop the two of you.
Y = Yearningย (how high is their sex drive?)
When he's away: he's in dangerous situations more often than not, so he doesn't really get the chance to havea sex drive. However, as mentioned earlier, he'll jack off every 2-3 days, so pretty average.
When he's at home: he can and will go at any time. If you want to spend the whole day in bed, then so be it; Ghost's not one to say no to someone in peril.
Would spend every day with you like that if he could.
Z = Zzzย (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends on if you want or need aftercare after the fact.
If you don't, he'll wait until you've fallen asleep and join you.
But if he's giving you aftercare, he'll wait until you're tucked in bed and wait until you fall asleep.
in an alternate universe, your boyfriend simon is a streamer, currently live for a highly-anticipated multiplayer event. of course, you're supportive of him, but you canโt help how much you miss him. knowing he has an intermission break coming up, you decide to show him just how much. and what better way to do that than by standing in front of him, wearing only the white-laced lingerie he bought you?
"i'll... be right back," he tells his viewers. a few minutes later, the chat explodes with wild comments wondering where he went as the event is about to resume. little do they know, he has you pinned beneath him on the bed, your hair tousled and your body draped in ecstasy as he fucks you nasty from behind in a frenzy of passion. incoherent pleasepleaseplease's escape your lips as his intense grunts fill the room, driving both of you into utter madness. knowing he only has a few seconds left before he has to go back, he gives one final thrust and cums inside of you, filling you up with his sticky goodness. he plants a sweet kiss on your head before rushing back to his computer, leaving you breathless and filled with an intoxicating mixture of love and lust.
oh and he would probably be wearing something like this:
GHOST that sometimes acts like a cat that doesnโt want to leave his owner alone. Heโd follow you anywhere, because he knows that he will miss you on his upcoming deployment โ even if he doesnโt say that directly to your face, his actions definitely speaks volumes.
Itโs not surprising to you when during your relaxing bubble bath, he suddenly opens the door and just walks in, without a care in the world.
He sits down on the edge of the tub, looking down at your bare body covered by the foam.
โWaiting for somethinโ?โ You asked with raised eyebrow, your cheeks flushed from the warm temperature you created in the small space.
โShould I wait?โ He replied as his rough hand slides from your wet knee to your thigh, making you gasp softly.
His hand is under the water, under the thick foam, between your legs โ you instinctively spread them apart, tilting your head back a little. His skilled fingers work perfectly on your clit, teasing your entrance with gentle flicks.
โJesus, Siโฆโ A soft moans leave your lips before you can hold them in, the blush on your face isnโt only from the temperature anymore.
Heโs doing it so effortlessly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub like heโs about to have gossip session with you. You have to grab his thigh as his two fingers enter you slowly, leaving damp spot on his pants. He just stares down at you with that look in his eyes that makes you even more desperate.
โYou can make mess here.โ He whispers while fingering you even faster, causing you to let out a little scream of pleasure. Thatโs not how you expected to get wet tonight, but no complaints.
You know the woman in line behind you is getting impatient, hearing her not so subtle exasperated sigh as you continue to search through your bag, your cheeks burning a deeper shade of crimson when you catch the baristaโs tight lipped smile in your direction, her attempt at reassuring you as part of her job, though you can tell she wishes youโd hurry up as well
As if your debit card declining a mortifying four times hadnโt been enough, but then your attempt at using your credit card was just as unsuccessful, the sound of the failed transaction on a stupid 6ยฃ drink sounding out for everyone in queue to know how broke you really were
Embarrassment coursing through your veins, already thinking about how youโll never have the guts to come back to this cafe again as you desperately search for enough spare change at the bottom of your purse to cover this morningโs coffee, your scrambling comes to a pause when a large shadow suddenly eclipses the overheard lighting above you
In the midst of your frantic searching, a tall figure has come to stand just next to you, their gloved hand stretching past your figure to tap a card against the machine, the happy beep of the teller confirming the transactionโs been accepted this time
โIโve got thaโ for ya.โ A deep, gravelly Manchester accent mutters low enough for only you to hear, before the figure tries to retreat back into queue unnoticed
You eyebrows shoot up in shock, the barista equally appearing surprised but not displeased as she finally gets to hand you your drink and quickly wish you a good day before sheโs already trying to help the woman waiting behind you
You step aside out of the queue, swinging your head around to try and spot your mystery saviour who stepped in and helped you out without even needing so much as a thanks in return apparently
You spot him easily, the absolute size of him easily giving him away. No one else in the small cafe could have created such a large, intimidating shadow, let alone spoken in such a deep voice that sent chills down your spine
He stands a head above anyone else in queue, currently last in the line after he stepped out to pay for you. Heโs wearing a simple black medical mask on the lower half of his face, a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head offers you only a small glimpse of his eyes, which are noticeably pointed at the ground at the moment
Youโre walking towards him before you even realize it
โTh- thank you. I donโt-โ Youโre cut off when those same eyes glance up to meet your own, stealing your breath away. He seems almost as surprised that youโre speaking to him as you were when he stepped in and paid for you, his eyes betraying his shock for only a fraction of a second before heโs steeling himself and his eyes darken. You get the vague impression that he isnโt someone whoโs used to being caught off guard
โI donโt know what I wouldโve done if you werenโt here.โ You say to him, wanting to express just how grateful you are to him for his random act of kindness, but he says nothing in return, hardly blinking once as he simply stares back at you
โI canโt understand why my cards werenโt working today. I promise I donโt like- this isnโt a thing I do. Go into coffee shops and pretend I canโt pay, hoping someone else willโฆโ You awkwardly laugh to yourself, beginning to ramble in an effort to fill in the silence
โAnyways I just, really wanted to say thank you. I donโt know how to repay you.โ Youโre scrambling now, attempting to save face as this man just looks at you, an arm beginning to swing your purse off your shoulder in hopes of maybe finding enough change to appease this guy
โNot necessary.โ The deep voice finally says again, his eyes leaving yours to scan you from top to bottom and then back up again, almost examining the sight before him. You almost feel like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment, seeing the mask moving along with the sound of that gravelly voice an enrapturing vision
โOh- well I- I mean thatโs really nice of you, but I swear I can pay you back.โ You recognize that feeling beginning to swirl low in your stomach, familiar with the warmth gathering in the apples of your cheeks; your body realizing it a split second before your brain catches up. Youโre kind of into this guy. You canโt see much of his face, but the sliver you do see certainly isnโt unattractive, his height and build speaks for itself, with a voice like that and the fact that heโs just saved your butt and expected not even a thanks in return, youโre wondering if heโs too good to be true
โDo you come here often?โ Youโre asking him before you can stop yourself, watching a single one of his eyebrows arching ever so slightly. โI just mean that- I come here a lot- sometimes. And if youโre here next time Iโm here, then maybe I can pay you back, buy you a drink.โ
Youโre losing confidence the longer he stands there, not answering. What were you thinking? This guy was just trying to be nice, get the annoying girl holding up the line out of the way so that people can order their drinks and go about their day, and here you are holding him up even longer-
โIf itโll make ya happy.โ Heโs suddenly answering, snapping you out of your downward spiral. If you could see the grin that slowly creeps upon your face, you might be otherwise embarrassed, but right now you canโt bring yourself to care.
โOh okay, amazing. I mean- yeah that would- that would be cool. Okay.โ You reply, glancing at your watch. โIโm not sure for you, but um, Iโm almost always here each Sunday. Around this time.โ
โIโll be here next Sunday. Around this time.โ He says matter-of-factly.
โNext in line please.โ The barista at the corner calls out, interrupting the two of you. You glance back to see that itโs now his turn to order, feeling bad that youโre about to hold up the queue yet again.
โGreat. Iโll see you Sunday then. Thank you again, seriously. I really owe you one.โ You say, gripping the straps of your bag tighter as you offer him a sheepish smile before ducking out of the busy cafe, a small smile playing across your face.
Ghost watches your figure through the large windows as you walk out of the shop, across the street, disappearing into the crowd of morning goers strolling about. Only once he cannot see you anymore, does he walk up to the counter, slipping a 20ยฃ note to the barista along with a slight nod of acknowledgement, before he himself is turning to walk out of the cafe, empty handed, intent on catching up to you from a distance.
~~~~~~~~~~
AKA Ghost has been stalking you for months and finally comes up with a way to have you approach him
69ing with simon is always eventful. heated and competitive, especially so when he can tell you're trying to make him come first. he'll let you think you're getting away with it for a short while. let you spit onto his head and jerk him while he lies beneath your figure, grunting loudly whenever you suckle him against your tongue.
it's when his stomach starts to burn with a familiar heat that he flips the script. ignoring your surprised yelp at the way he tugs you and swipes a broad like into your slit. simon anchors you with a strong grip, forcing you off his cock into a weighty sit onto his mouth.
and yes, not a squat, a sit. all your weight pressing you onto his perfectly angled tongue. sucking at you without even thinking about breathing. that doesn't matter right now. he'll breathe after you come all over his face.
the man's even louder now. arms encircling your thighs and squeezing, simon filling his mouth with the taste of you before returning it to your clit with a filthy oozing from his lips. he continues the pattern until his mouth and chin are covered. drenched in you, who's thrashing with hands pitifully gripping whatever part of him you can reach because it's so much. nearly too much, and simon knows it.
he eats you like he's starved. growling and snarling and abusing your clit with heavy, sopping swirls of his tongue, and whatever else he finds will force a surrendering cry from your throat.
simon's going to win this round, and his reward will be that sweet, sweet way you weep his name when he finishes you.
simon 'ghost' riley who fucks his cum back into you.
โ| cw: female genitals but no genders mentioned!
simon simply folds you until you can't physically fold anymore. arms hooked around your legs while his cock slams in and out of you โ bound to give you a bruised cervix later.
he's fucked out of his mind. completely pussy drunk. he can't help it though, your cunt is so tight and warm and wet. it drives him insane. he continues to pound into you, and his hand slips to rub lazy circles against your clit adding onto your pleasure. you suddenly feel the knot in your stomach come undone.
the way you look while cumming and the way your cunt tightens around his cock, causes him to cum inside you. he rests against you for a bit before pulling his soft cunt out of your cunt with a slight squelch.
he spreads your folds to see his cum flood out of your quivering hole. he scoops the cum that's managed to escape your hole and slips in back into you. you whine from the overstimulation, but he isn't paying attention to that. he's paying more attention to how your pretty cunt swallow his fingers until he's knuckles deep in your pussy.
he moves his fingers in and out of you. nice and slow. he uses his other hand to rub your sensitive nub. you're a panting and whimpering mess, "simon, i just came!"
"and you can do it again." he says without a tad bit of sympathy. he rubs your clit faster, wanting more moans out of you. he knows your close from how hard your cunt clamps around his fingers. he curls his fingers to press against your g-spot and finger fucks that spot until you end up cumming.
"made a mess. lemme clean that up for you." he grins and gers on his knees
picturing simon stopping his thrusts momentarily to hook his arms under your knees and press you open wider, using more of that hulking weight to bully his cock deeper into your weeping cunt.
it was already toe-curling, already mind-numbing and delicious but this new position and how absolutely soaked you are allows him to sink impossibly deeper. it's like lightning shooting through your entire body when he gives an experimental thrust, your eyes shooting open before rolling back into your skull as his cockhead rubs against some previously undiscovered sweet spot. it hurts, but in the best way possible; the pressure sensitive in a way you've never felt before.
"oh f-fuck.." you can barely gasp out, your hand reaching down to press against his pelvis. to stop him or urge him further, you don't know, but simon simply continues the slow roll of his hips, satisfied grumbles leaving him as he watches you grapple with the newfound sensation. "'s so deep..." you sob through clenched teeth and furrowed brows, and simon swears you've never looked more beautiful, taking his cock like the angel you are. like you were made for it.
that's when he really picks up the pace, hips slamming against your own, and you're making sounds you've never made before. it makes simon feral, the need to draw more of those unabashed sounds bone deep. it isn't long before you're cumming with a shriek of his name, and you don't even register the gush of liquid that comes with it. you don't register the gleam in simon's eye either as he leans down to press his lips to your ear, huffing out his praises all while never stopping the movement of his hips.
"sweet girl," he rumbles, suppressing a shiver when you keen in response, your orgasm having turned your brain to mush. "give me another."
โ. you arenโt happy about your roommateโs party until you meet the attractive guy down the hall.
tags. fem!reader, future installments will contain smut, age difference, original characters, college student reader, one-night stands, angst, dirty talk, hurt/comfort, size kink, unplanned pregnancy
featuring. simon
Itโs your first semester living off-campus, and Finn is boundlessly enthusiastic about all things that involve cheap liquor and crowded spaces, even more so now that she roped you into being her roommate after promising to split the cost of furnishing an apartment thatโs probably too expensive for two undergrads working part-time, low-pay jobs.
You donโt like parties, really.ย
Movies and the social connotations surrounding parties have always made them seem like some monumental proverbial chip in your college experience; the real thing, once the bright-eyed shine of trying something new wears off, is more or less a bunch of random people packed into a room like sardines who abate their social awkwardness with alcohol and loud music.
So, no, you canโt exactly say that you enjoy the thought of Finnโs friends (and everyone she hardly smiles at) cramping up your already tiny apartmentโespecially when one of them is Miller from one of your business classes, who gives you the creeps.ย
And leave it to Finn to invite him, anyway.
"Now he knows where I live," you grumble into your bowl of cerealโsomething probably too sweet and (definitely) full of sugar for breakfast.
Finn shrugs, not at all worried for you, as she pours more sticky orange batter into the hot pan on the stove. "The guy has a crush on you. I think it's cute. And he seems harmless."
โHarmless until I end up in a ditch somewhere.โ
You donโt have to see her face to know sheโs doing that thing with her mouth whenever you say something she thinks is ridiculous. โIf youโd agree to split the Netflix bill, you wouldnโt be stuck watching horror movies. Why do you only own horror movies, again?โ
"That's easy for you to say.โ You roll your eyes, ignoring her question. โYou donโt have to sit by him every week.โ
(As if that would ever convince her to change her mind.)
"Ow! Shit!"
You look up right before Finn drops a steaming pancake onto her hand and rushes to the sink to run it under cold water. The mutilated pancake lay forgotten with the others that didn't survive her last several attempts.
"Finn, I think this is unnecessary," you tell her after swallowing a mouthful of cereal. "Can't you do something more practical? Like sticking a note to their door?"
Finn looks up from the sink, her wild, red curls bouncing from the movement. "Oh, come on! Don't chicken out now. I've already made fifteen of these things." She points her pink spatula at the tower of not-quite pumpkin-shaped pancakes on the counter. "Plus, who's going to turn down free food? Now, go put on your costume and hand these out."
You shovel another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, scowling. "I'm not wearing the costume you picked out. It's so...inappropriate."
Youโre pretty sure Finn picked out your costume from the dicey sex shop down the street rather than an actual Halloween storeโthe amount of mesh compared to solid fabric only solidifies the theory.
Finn finally turns the water off and gives you a stern look, amused eyes set under a furrowed brow. "I can find the one you own in the children's section at Costco."
You roll your eyes. "I really donโt feel like flashing my tits to the neighbors while offering them breakfast.โ
She grins, wide and teasing. "You have nice tits, though.โ
"Yeah, I'm sure the old woman down the hall would love to see her neighbor in the equivalent of a thong and nipple coverings at the start of her day." You donโt think youโd ever be able to look her in the eye again.
"Miss Yado is cool,โ Finn says, returning to the stove to continue cooking. โShe'll probably just tell you to wear a jacket or something."
You pick up your empty bowl and lean over the counter to put it in the sink. "I didn't know you talked to our neighbors."
Finn shrugs, flipping the pancake in the skillet. "She normally walks her dog while I'm heading to class. I stop to talk to her sometimes when I'm not running late."ย
โOh?โ
She shoots you a wry grin over her shoulder. "You'd know the neighbors too if you didn't scowl all the time."
In response, the corners of your mouth tip down. "I donโt scowl."
"Now, would you go change? These are getting cold."ย
Several minutes later, you come out of your room wearing the same costume you'd worn the past two years. Finn pouts when she sees you forwent the one she had picked out. However, she doesnโt do more than shake her head and shove a handful of food containers full of pancakes into your hands.
โYouโll be fine. Just remember to smile,โ she tells you before the front door closes behind you.
You start on your end of the hall, going door to door and handing out the small containers. The whole time, youโre wondering why Finn couldnโt do this herself, considering youโre hardly a people person as is. Thankfully, nobody seemed too annoyed about being bothered on a Saturday morningโonly one neighbor shut the door in your face before you could say anything.
But itโs fine. Youโre not going to let it ruin your day. Plus, you only have one person left.
Thereโs a small pit of nerves in your stomach when you knock this timeโhalf expecting another door to the face. What you donโt expect, however, is the tall and imposing guy who answers.
Who also doesnโt appear to be any less annoyed.
Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, all words stuck to the back of your tongue, watching as stray water droplets drip down from his wet hair and travel down the side of his face before dispersing into the dark stubble lining his jaw.
You stare. And stare. Eyes, most likely, bugging unattractively out of your head.
How did Finn never mention the super hot neighbor who lived six doors down the hall?
He gives you a once-over, and part of you suddenly wishes youโd gone with Finn's costume instead. Only because here, at that moment, youโre willing to admit that maybe the one you have on looks like a six-year-old picked it outโespecially when this guy, who is way out of your league, scrutinizes it for a second longer, mostly your frilly crew socks.ย
"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice low as if he hasnโt been awake for long.
You blink, mild embarrassment rushing through you from the sudden realization that youโve been standing there and saying absolutely nothing.
"Hi, um, I'm your neighbor from down the hall. My roommate and I are throwing a Halloween party, and we're inviting people in the building." Annoyance slowly melts off his face.
"Thank you,โ heavily tattooed arms cross over his broad chest, and he leans against the door frame (and you definitely donโt stare at how his biceps seem to strain against his black t-shirt). โBut I think I'm getting a little old for parties."
The corners of your mouth tip up in whatโs the beginning of a smile.
"Okay, sure. You're, what, twenty-five?"
Itโs a stupid joke, and for a moment, you panic, afraid heโd been unimpressed, but then his lips quirked slightly. "Not quite. Nice costume. Let me guess, fairy?"
"Witch, actually. Iโve always gone with something more original," you babble and bite your lip before you can say something else.
"Itโs cute."ย
Cute?
Youโre unsure if you should feel elated that he thinks so or self-consciousโthat he might be making fun of youโso you settle with a mumbled โthanks.โ
"So, what's with the container?" he asks, nodding toward your hands.
"Oh, um, my roommate thought she could bribe people with food to come to the party." Truthfully, itโs to prevent potential complaints from the neighbors, but you decide not to mention that part, although you think he knows by the way the corner of his mouth subtly lifts.
You give him the plastic container and watch as he stares into it with a furrowed brow. "It's a... pancake?"
"Er, yeah. My roommate likes to go above and beyond for everything."
"What's it supposed to be?" he asks, glancing up at you.
"Um, a pumpkin..."
You look between him and the container and find Finn had accidentally mixed up her presentable pancakes with the throwaways. And the pumpkin shape is...well, it isn't.
"Ah, I see," he nods, his slowly drying hair falling onto his forehead. "That makes more sense."
You canโt stop the giggle that bubbles to the surface. "You think you can do better?"
"Yes, actually," he grins back, all cocksure, with a flash of white teeth. "Maybe Iโll bring some over some time."
"I won't tell her you said that." However, you can't wait to rib Finn later.
"Right, it probably wouldn't make a very good first impression." Then he sticks out his free hand, "Simon."
You shyly shake itโignoring the little skip in your chest at how big his hand is compared to yoursโand tell him your name, too.
His eyes flicker down to his watch, and he curses under his breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to finish getting ready for work."
Only then do you take note of the tactical pants and heavy boots heโs wearing.
When you meet his gaze again, you find amusement there, and you consider, with a new rush of mortification, that it probably seemed like youโd been openly eyeing his crotch.ย
You clear your throat, the back of your neck feeling hot, and you pointedly pretend your voice doesnโt hitch when you breathe a soft, tremulous, "Okay, sure.โ
"Tell your roommate I said thanks for breakfast."
"Yeah, I'll tell her. Um, I guess I'll see you around." No longer able to make eye contact with him, you turn away and begin walking (though itโs probably closer to running) toward your door.
And you definitely donโt look over your shoulder to see if heโs still standing there.
You spend most of the party hanging out near the front door, quietly hoping Simon might show upโeven though it seems unlikely. After all, he did mention that heโs too old for parties, and a small, insecure part of you wonders if it was his polite way of turning you down.
"The guy was running late,โ Finn had tried to reassure you. โI'm sure he was thinking about how to beat expressway traffic before the lunch hour rush hit. Not about the crazy lady in a witch costume running away from his door."
That was the initial deciding factor between your witch costume and the one Finnโs been trying to force you intoโonly so you donโt have to hear another person call you cute just to seem nice.
And leave it to Finn to jump at the opportunity to help you get ready, though she nearly freaked out when you popped into your joint bathroom with an old tube of mascara that you rummaged out of your nightstand.
"Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?" Finnโs nose scrunched up as she threw it away in the waste bin near the toilet. "Please tell me you haven't used it since you bought it?"
You had rolled your eyes. "Probably not."
Finn sighed, then smiled. "Luckily for you, I own more than a crusty mascara tube."ย
You were about to argue, but when Finn told you to sit on the toilet lid with a dangerously sharp liner pen, youโd clenched your jaw instead, unsure what you were more scared of when Finn brought the pen close to your face: that your friend might potentially stab you in the eye or that youโd come out of the bathroom with raccoon eyes.
Thankfully, when Finn finally finished, neither was the case, except the number of looks youโve been receiving anytime someone stops in the kitchen to get more drinks is something you hadnโt anticipatedโespecially when one of them happens to be Miller.
Youโve been avoiding him and his overly bare chest from the moment he walked through your front door. It grew more challenging after Finn left your side (the traitor) to talk to a guy youโve seen her hanging around with on campus a few times.ย
And with the apartment feeling smaller than it already is, youโre only option is to blend in with the group hanging around your kitchen island.
Youโll be fine, Finn said.
Right, you think as you adjust the scanty tube top under your mesh shirt, trying to cover more of yourself with what little fabric you have at your disposal, and you wonder if itโs too late to changeโ
A knock at the door makes you perk up, regardless of how noisy the room is, with eardrum-shattering music and loud college students. You pull it open, expecting to see Simon on the other side, only to be disappointed when itโs one of Finnโs friends and her girlfriend instead.
"Hey, Roma." You realize you probably sound rude and attempt to give them your best smileโwhich is more or less a grimace.
Roma smooths out her extremely short referee-style dress. "Sorry, we're late! I couldn't remember where you lived. There are way too many blue apartment buildings around here..."
Everything sheโs saying goes in one ear and out the other when you spot Simon stepping out of the door to the stairway across the hall. You hold your breath, waiting for him to look up from his phone.
But he keeps walking.
"Uh, yeah," you say distractedly before speeding up the conversation. "Hey, Finn is in the living room, but I'll see you guys inside, okay? I need to do something."
You step around them to catch up to Simon, which you learn isnโt easy in heels. So you call his name, hoping he hears you and smiling when he turns toward you. And you donโt miss how his gaze trails down your body slowly.
It makes something inside you quiver as you nervously play with the short hem of your skirt.
โHey,โ he says, sounding every bit as tired as he looksโhis shirt from that morning now wrinkled with bluish hollows under his eyesโthough he tries to hide it with what you think is an attempt at a smile.
And your cheeks burn because you feel guilty.ย
"Hey," you repeat dumbly.ย
Your eyes lower as his smile melts into one of faint amusement at your lack of tact. You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe, you think, you should have let him walk into his apartment before you could embarrass yourself further today.ย ย
After a moment, you meet his gaze again.ย
"Uh, I just wanted to see if you still wanted to come overโฆBut I imagine you're probably not up for it, so Iโll leaveโ"
Simon surprises you when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Sure."
Your mouth gapes, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Wh-what?"
"I just need to shower and change, and then I'll be over. Okay?"
"I... yeah, okay," your nod is shy, trying not to betray eagerness.
A lazy grin stretches across his mouth. "Nice costume, by the way," he disappears into his apartment before he can witness how his words make you flush.
And you walk back to your apartment feeling a little more floaty than when you left.
simon riley has an obsession on showering with you.
you can never shower alone when this man is home. it is literally impossible. whenever the knob is turned and water is spewing from the shower head, it's like shaking a bag of treats because without fail, he'll stomp across the house.
but he's silent about it, somehow, despite his size. he'll creep up behind you, the bathroom door left open because it's just you two in the house, and find his arms around your waist.
he would press kisses to your bare shoulder, unironically mumble into your skin, "showerin' wit'ou me, luv?" his voice low and gruff, his hands wandering and pawing at your bare flesh before taking a step back to pull his shirt over his head.
usually, showers with simon go one of two ways.
the first of the two is when you've had a particularly rough day, desperately in need of a hot shower to rid your muscles of all the tension in your body.
so when simon enters the bathroom, your body more rigid than normal when he finds himself attaching to your back, he knows not to fuck with you. he learned this the hard way.
instead he'll massage your sore muscles, peppering soft kisses along your shoulders before helping you into the shower. he'll wash your hair for you, nails gently scratching at your scalp. he chuckles, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he watches your eyes flutter shut and a low hum vibrate from your lips. his thumbs massaging either side of your temple before rinsing the suds from your hair.
he'll turn you around, your back flush against his broad chest as he lathers soap along your skin, muttering praises in your ear as his hands non-sensually rub your skin clean.
helping you back out, he wraps a towel around your wet skin, making sure that it's firmly around your body before turning his back to run a hot bath for you to relax in, a well-known routine at this point.
a few minutes pass, the bath is hot and full. he holds out his hand for you to take, helping you step into the bathroom and taking the towel from you. he loves the sighs that fall from your lips, the way you lay back further into the water as he finds himself sitting on the edge. his hand reaching for your hand as he rubs the strands between the pads of his fingers.
he'll listen to your day, only humming in response as he lets you be the one to do all the talking.
then there's the other times you shower with simon. the times when you aren't a heap of stress, body malleable under his rough hands as he fondles your skin. you haven't even stepped into the shower yet, and he's already got his paws on you.
and it gets worse in the shower. he constantly hovers over you, to the point where you can't even wash up as he rubs his cock between your thighs, your folds parting alongst his length.
he'll hum appreciatively, his forearm crossed against your collarbone, his other hand groping your breast, fingers pinching at the sensitive bud. his lip quirks at the soft mewls falling from your lips, his hips slapping against the plush of your rear.
depending on how he's feeling, he'd either have you on your knees in front of him, his body blocking the onslaught of water cascading down onto the two of you. his hand tangled in your soaked hair with your plush lips wrapped around the leaking head of his red, angry cock, soft, pink tongue licking away his arousal.
he won't make it that easy because it wasn't long until he was down your throat, blood further rushing to his dick as he saw the way your throat bulged because of him. grunts and groans falling from his lips as he thrust his hips further, your nose grazing the skin as the base of his heavy cock and his balls lightly slapping your chin.
saliva leaked from your lips, choking slightly as you looked up at him with tear pricked eyes. he loved the way you felt around him, the way your throat constricted and squeezed him, especially as you gagged on him.
but he's not mean, he'll praise you for taking him so well, the hand in your hair coming down to stroke your cheek, trailing down your jaw. he'll come down your throat, deep moans he couldn't hold back escaping his lips.
or he'll have you pressed against the shower wall, faced smushed into the cold tile. it made you shiver, your nipples hardening as his rough hand was less than gentle rubbing at your weeping cunt. his fingers pinched at your clit, sticky arousal coating his skin.
it wasn't long until he sank himself into your velvety walls, giving you no time before he was plowing his hips into your welcoming cunt. his meaty cock stretching out your walls, bulbous tip kissing your cervix, you're sure it's bruised.
both of his hands are around your throat, pulling you back to meet him halfway as he feels the vibrations of your moans under his palms. his pace is relentless and violent, pent-up.
and he does not last long, he doesn't try to when he has you all to himself for later.
there are no cons to showering with simon, especially since he's able to put up with the scalding, volcanic temperature you put the water to!
you ever think about snuggling under simonโs massively heavy arm, being pushed into the side of his chest, his free hand kneading the legs you have thrown over his lap, eyes closed and content as youโre completely engulfed by his scent? u ever think about unlatching your mouth and chomping down on the meaty flesh of his bicep just because you can, and getting nothing but a conciliatory squeeze of ur knee in response? u ever think about scratching his buzzcut as he lays all 250 lbs on you? or about tucking your cold feet under his legs because he runs hot like a furnace?
GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that youโre sending him when heโs taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.
Thereโs only one thing that he hates during his daily routine โ push ups. He doesnโt know why he dislikes to do that workout, itโs just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while heโs at home, without the gym equipment, itโs just whatโs left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.
But fortunately, recently youโve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while heโs grunting and sweating. Itโs not what you think it is, but that doesnโt mean it isnโt making you feel in a certain way.
You like the view from down there. Heโs shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way heโs looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.
โDonโt try to give up, because youโll squish me.โ You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.
โNot gonna, doll.โ He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.
You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.
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