angry makeout sesh with ghost angry makeout sesh with ghost !!!!
“the fuck you think you’re doing wearing something like that,” simon breathes into your neck before biting that sweet spot underneath your ear. you whine and pull his hair to crane his head up to yours.
“they’re normal clothes, si-“
“no the fuck they’re not and you know it.” simon reaches down to grip your ass while pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.
a singular light dangled above the two of you as you were being worshipped and yet tortured at the same time, by a bloodthirsty lover…
in a storage closet.
safely hidden away from the rest of the task force.
he started unzipping your tight workout jacket while continuing to kiss you slowly, occasionally pulling your tongue into his mouth and sucking.
“mmph, si! i’m sorry, p-plea-“
“what, what else could you possibly want from ‘si’” he mocked, “hmm? you’ve already flaunted your ass and hips around the base, what next?” he looked into your eyes, and without warning, grabbed your neck in his hand and bit down on the apple of your cheek.
“owww!” you squealed as he ripped your undershirt in half, letting your tits pop out. he chuckled deeply at the sight, “such a fucking brat, birdie,” he groped one breast and sucked the other into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tight bud and letting his teeth scrape the edges, “good thing you’re so sweet t’me, makes it so easy to hurt you, baby”