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ᰔ au + series masterlist

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ᰔ kinktober day XII: overstimulation — könig

könig x reader * warnings: 18+, f!reader, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering * wc: 1.7k

ᰔ kinktober day XI: uniform — simon “ghost” riley

simon “ghost” riley x reader * warnings: 18+, f!reader, p in v, rough sex, fingering * wc: 1.7k

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ᰔ if i wasn't so fucked up (i'd fuck you all the time)

higuruma hiromi x reader * warnings: 18+, f!reader, anxious!reader, crybaby!reader, mention of cigarettes, heavy smut, slight angst, hurt to comfort, crying, talk of issues in relationships, p in v * wc: 5.8k

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Let Me Love You Like a Woman ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley

minors do not interact! | mdni!

summary: when you come home late from work, you find your boyfriend sleeping in your bed after being away for a few months. and you're more than happy to give him the 'welcome home' he deserves. tags/trigger warning: 18+, f!reader, fluff, reunion sex, oral sex (m!receiving), groping, p in v, cowgirl position, rough sex, dom!simon, sub!reader, cursing, use of pet names ("love", "lovie", "babe", "baby"), author attempts at accents wc: 2k

a/n: wasn’t supposed to be this long. sorry, y'all (or your welcome).

Coming home after a long work day, you kick off your heels with a sigh, your makeup smudged, and your once neatly styled hair in disarray.

You push open the door to your bedroom, only to be met by your sleeping boyfriend curled up underneath your girly, fluffy sheets as soft snores drift through the room. He had been gone for a couple of months while on deployment, and now he was back, taking a nap in your bed. The sight was so bittersweet that you almost began to cry.

Quickly, without much thinking, you took off your work clothes, scrambling to find something cute to wear before retouching your makeup and fixing your hair. You knew Simon wouldn't care about what you looked like, only that he'd be happy to see you, which only seemed to drive you further into waking him up with something nice to look at.

You weren't exactly sure why you felt this way, but as you gazed down at him now, watching his chest evenly move up and down and how his brown lashes fluttered against his cheeks, you realized he made you feel things no one else ever has.

You bit your lip, feeling guilty, as you gently combed your fingernails through his short brown hair to rouse him peacefully; you knew he needed his sleep, but you needed him too!

He grunts deeply, his eyes fluttering open in a confused daze before scanning the room. Once his eyes finally land on you, you can't hold back the wide smile stretching across your face.

His expression almost seems bored as he gazes up at you, but you can tell by how his lips parted slightly and the natural furrow of his brows completely disappeared that he was more than happy to see you.

“I know I should let you sleep," you whispered, not wanting to break the spell of tranquility wafting throughout the room.

“Nah," he croaks, his voice husky and guttural with sleep. "dun't," his hands traveling up the expanse of your hips and thighs, gently urging you closer.

You chuckle softly, moving your body the way he wants as you perch yourself on top of him, resting your hands across his lower abdomen.

"I missed you," you murmured as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his lips, making sure to expose the tops of your breasts for his viewing pleasure. Yet he just closed his eyes, his hand reaching up to tuck away a stray hair falling over your face behind your ear.

"Missed ya’ too, luv," he said, his opposite hand reaching underneath your cami nightdress to grope at your ass, squeezing the soft doughy flesh with an appreciative hum.

You beam down at him, rocking your hips against his in a slow, back-and-forth motion and elevating in the deep groan you pull from his chest as his cock stirs to life.

You press sloppy kisses all across his face, giggling at his pretend groan of protest as if the quick jerking motion of his hips doesn't give him away.

"I thought of you every day, y'know..." You whisper against the shell of his ear before nibbling softly on the lobe and descending further down the side of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his pulse.

"Ah' figured y'd," I figured you would. Simon mumbles, almost intelligible, with a cocky, sleepy grin. You giggle, letting your hands roam down the expanse of his body, palming over his semi-erection.

You lean back up, straightening your spine as you tug the seam of his sweatpants down to his thighs, allowing his hard cock to slap against his pelvis. He lets out a long exhale, his hips shifting upwards as he fights back the heaviness pulling at his eyelids.

"Did you think of me?" you breathed, wrapping your soft hand around his leaky tip and twisting, pulling downwards to coat his length in his sticky arousal, allowing for a smoother and more pleasurable glide.

"Dun't act daft, luv," he tosses his head back with another sigh, his abs clenching and unclenching in response to your teasing. "y'know I did,"

You fight back the urge to keep him talking, knowing he's likely still exhausted from his lack of sleep. Yet the way his voice twists and curls around your entire being is still entirely revolutionary for you. You don't even think he'll ever realize the kind of effect he has on you.

“I know," you giggle, making yourself comfortable between his meaty thighs, pressing tender kisses along his cock. "I just like hearing you say it." you nuzzle your cheek against him, unbothered by the wetness sticking to your cheek.

He grunts in response, his large hair cradling through your hair as he holds you against him, rutting himself against your face with deep pants.

You whine softly, gripping the flesh of his thighs as you brace yourself against him as he uses you for his pleasure. “Simon," you protest, trying to shift your mouth closer toward him, but he doesn't budge, only holding your head tighter in his hand.

"Don't move," he growls, his thrusts growing faster against your face as his pants grow louder, his thighs twitching softly beneath your fingers.

"Fock, yer s'soft," he grunts, his fingers curling tighter against the sheets.

Without warning, he lifts your face upwards by your hair, shifting his legs wider as he jerks himself off in front of you.

"Simon," you try again, adding a high-pitched hilt to your voice. "lemme touch you, please?" you beg, the throbbing between your legs growing harder to ignore.

"Yeh? Y'wanna touch me, luvie? Missed this fat fockin' cock, didn'cha?" he chuckles darkly, his groans growing louder as he taps the tip against your wet lips.

"Open wide, luv," he commands, sliding his length deeper inside your obedient mouth, his eyes trained on your cock-drunken expression.

"Ahh, yeah, that's it..." he moans, resting his head back against the pillows, letting go of himself as he grabs the back of your neck with the same hand. "little wider, f'me babe,"

Your cunt throbs at the sounds of his pleasure, mewling in desperation as you lick and suckle, twisting your lips to fit around the girth of his cock. you gag softly as his hips stutter, shoving the tip against the back of your throat, followed by a lewd whine escaping his chapped lips.

"God, yeah, I really did miss yer slutty fockin' mouth," he pants with a fucked out smile, guiding your head in an up-and-down motion, lifting his head back up to watch with a stuttering groan.

"And yer pretty little pussy too, shite! Bet she missed me too, didn' she?" you hum contently, gazing up at him as the sinful sounds of slurping and sucking escape your mouth. You rub your thighs together, your cunt clenching at the words pouring out of him. You always loved it when you got him riled up like this: his brain fogged over and his lips looser.

You nod your head in response to the best of your abilities. He laughs breathlessly at the sight of you before pulling you off of him, hissing the cool air, and making contact with his wet dick.

He smirks at your whimper of protest, "Yeah, yeah, princess." he tugs you back onto his lap by your armpits before smacking the fat of your ass perched over his thighs. "go ahead n' ride this cock, ya' love s'much, then." he snorts, resting his palms on top of your thighs as he waits for you to start.

You huff, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk, resting your hands over his large pectorals as leverage to lift yourself above him. You reach down, slowly jerking him before guiding him towards your leaking pussy.

"There ya' go..." he sighs, massaging your hips just as you begin to sink onto him. "All the way, luvie," he grunts, thrusting upward in his impatience.

You bite back a choked sob, the stretch of him almost unbearable after so long. He lets out a ragged breath of his own, his palms sliding to your ass to part your cheeks as he attempts to get deeper.

"Jesus," he practically shouts, his lips parting wide as his face scrunches together, almost like he’s angry. "s'like yer fockin' stranglin' me."

You mewl in agreement, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself from the intense mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Simon," you plead, forcing to sink the rest of the way until your ass lands on the tops of his thighs with a loud 'plap'. You both let out your strangled cries as his tip poked against the deepest part of you.

"God, your little cunny is so perfect," he grunts half to himself, barely giving you a chance to adjust before he's jackhammering himself inside you, his large hands lifting you up and down by your ass cheeks.

He plants his feet higher up on the bed, giving himself more leverage as he fucks into you at an overwhelmingly rapid pace. Debauched wails fill the room along with the fast sounds of flesh-against-flesh and the slick and slippery noises of your combined fluids.

"Oh yeah, fock tha' cock, luv," he moans, slapping your ass once more, followed by a passionate squeeze as he lets you set the pace.

He smiles up at you, the tops of his white teeth gleaming happily as his calloused hands stroke along the supple skin of your body. He drags his palms upward, groping your tits as his hips begin lifting to match your own with sharp and unforgiving thrusts.

"Baby," you squeak, gripping his hands as you bounce faster, peering your eyes open to gaze at his face. Your eyes sweep over his long, crooked nose and his downturned, dark-brown eyes blanketed by long, soft lashes.

"Yeah?" he pants, his eyes peering into yours in a yearning, adoring trance. "Tha' feel good? Hm?" he purses his lips in concentration, angling himself to hit the spongy spot deep inside you.

"S’good!" you let out a sweet little cry, tears forming beneath your eyelids, your belly tightly clenching as you chase the indescribable feeling. "Oh my god!"

"Doin' such a good job, f'me, girly." he let out a low grunt as he gripped your small wrists together in his hand and pinned them against his chest as he resumed his dominant pace.

"Can tell y'gettin' close, luv." He acknowledges as his dick twitches uncontrollably inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. You're surprised he managed to last as long as he has.

"C'mon baby," he pressed with a pleased grunt. "Cum on my cock, I know ya' wan' ta.'" he grins arrogantly as his balls smack against your pussy until he's barely pulling back out to fuck into you.

And like clockwork, you do. It almost surprises you how quickly and seemingly unexpectedly you approach your high. But it shouldn't, especially when you know how obedient your body is to Simon. You cry out for him as you release, drenching his lower half and spraying his abs in a coat of transparent essence.

A deep groan of your name is the only warning you receive before he's flooding your velvety insides with his spunk, his thrusts growing faster as he rides out his high before halting completely.

He softly loosens his death grip on your wrists as he brings them to his lips to kiss soothingly. You open your eyes, whining softly at his rare act of affection. He meets your gaze with his own; his smile is crooked, and his breaths are sharp and uneven.

"Took it like a champ, luvie," he chuckles deeply before sighing and pulling you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, dragging his fingers down the length of your spine before patting your ass.

“Y’d make a good wife...”

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Can We Stay Awhile? ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

summary: a heartfelt farewell between Simon and you, where your unspoken emotions and a tender embrace define your parting; despite promises to keep in touch, you part with unexpressed feelings and missed opportunities. tags/trigger warnings: sfw, f!reader, emotional goodbye, sadness/heartache, longing and separation, maybe unrequited love, tis’ sad wc: 2.2k

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“You didn’t have to do this for me, y’know…” You gaze idly out the window, the outside world zipping past in a glaucous haze.

“I know,” he answers, his voice one could describe as only tristful. You smile softly, watching him as he shifts uncomfortably underneath your stare.

So why are you? You wanted to ask, yet held your tongue so as not to ruin the peaceful mood by forcing him into a confession. Sometimes, you wonder if pushing him will bring him closer or turn him away. You knew he was a tough nut to crack, and so were you; opening up took time, but time was running thin.

Darkness covered the outside world, with only the faintest hint of the sun's early light slipping through the morning mist that gently clung to your window—a somber, overcast blanket draped over the sky, a common sight in this country. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel it somehow mirrored the escalating tension in the air.

You were finally leaving.

Simon was the first to offer to drive you to the airport, despite knowing that you had to leave early in the morning. His constant willingness to go out of his way for you always stood out. Even when you tried to decline his offer, he insisted on being there for you. Simon wasn't the type to be openly affectionate, so you perceived his actions as expressing his care and concern for you.

And yet, he hadn’t spoken a word until now, only answering in grunts or shakes of his head. You could tell just by a glance that he was hurt even if his face remained stoic and his body motionless.

"We'll keep in touch," you assured, your words tinged with empathy. However, Simon's frustration only intensified.

As you stared at him, hoping for a response, you couldn't help but admire his striking features. You recalled the moment when he took off his mask in front of you for the first time, and how his satisfied smile lit up his face as he saw your reaction. "And I promise to find the time to come and see you," you whispered, feeling a little disheartened by his silence.

“Mhm,” he grunted, his fingers flexing against the steering wheel.

“I don’t get it,” you huff, your eyes narrowing in irritation. “You travel for work all the time.”

“M’ not upset.” He sighs, never taking his eyes off the road ahead. “Not wit’ you, anyway.”

“Oh,” you say rather dumbly, slumping back into your seat. “Then, why—”

“I just…” he sighs again; a moment passes as he attempts to turn his thoughts into words. “Do I have tuh say it? Ya know how I feel about ya’.” The resignation in his voice was palpable as if he was waving up a white flag in surrender.

“I know,” you sympathize, feeling the total weight of what’s to come. “I’m sorry, Simon, I–”

“Dun’t apologize,” he cuts you off abruptly. He clears his throat before softening his tone. “S’not yer fault, love.”

“I know, I just wish that…” You close your mouth, struggling to find the right words. “I wish we got to spend more time together, that’s all.”

“Aye,” he swallows, jerking his head in a nodding motion. “Me too.”

He couldn't quite explain the thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head. It was a flurry of emotions. Simon wasn't good at them and never had been. He could handle a gun better than expressing his feelings, but you were different. Everything was different with you.

Silence again dominates the scene, leaving an air of melancholy and awkwardness. You turn the music dial to drown it out, and he silently thanks you. For once, he is content with not speaking. He doesn’t want to fight or argue. He wants to savor his limited time, even though it does little to soothe the ache in his chest.

Watching the front of the airport come into view, you struggled to express your gratitude. "Thanks for driving me," you finally managed to say, the words stuck in your throat as if they were hesitant to leave.

“Don’t mention it…” He trailed off weakly, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration welling up inside of him. The airport grew closer and closer, the white concrete building standing out in the darkness like a beacon.

Simon pulled his vehicle into the drop-off lane, his grip on the steering wheel tight and strained. The engine hummed to a halt as the car stopped, but neither of you had yet to exit.

“I have to go now,” you said, looking at him, eyes wide and searching his face for a reaction. “I’ll miss you.”

His eyes met yours, and you saw so many emotions flicker within his gaze: sadness, anger, and something else that bordered on resignation. “Yeah… me too.” He muttered gruffly, trying to keep his emotions under control.

A beat of silence passed between you both, the air heavy with unsaid words and unexpressed feelings. “Be safe,” Simon finally spoke again, his tone curt and somewhat hoarse.

“I’ll try,” you quipped, reaching for even the tiniest crumb of humor, your lips quivering into a small smile, yet your eyes betrayed you, your face remained atrabilious.

His lips twitched involuntarily, almost mirroring the hint of a smile. “Don’t try,” he said, his voice tinged with wryness. “Ya’ know how I worry ‘bout ya.”

Simon knew that you were trying to lighten the mood and shield him from your emotions, as well as protecting yourself. However, he saw through your brave facade and could see the sadness in your eyes despite your forced smile.

“I know,” you grinned, huffing a short breath of laughter. “But I’ll update you; tell you what I’m doing and where I’m going.” You reassured, fighting back the urge to hold his hand. “I’ll come back, I promise.” You repeated, more serious this time.

His gaze softened a hint, a flicker of vulnerability passing over his rugged features. “Y’better,” he grumbled, the hint of teasing in his voice belied by a hint of desperation.

Simon leaned back in his seat, taking a moment to look at you, at how your hair frames your face, the slight tremble in your lip, and the shine in your eyes.

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya’,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Just… take care of yourself, arright?”

“I will,” you nod, your gaze finding his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. You shoot him one final smile before opening the passenger door and stepping outside.

You wait outside for Simon to open his trunk and collect your suitcases. The weather has warmed, but the brumous winds haven’t lost their bite.

He silently steps out, closing the driver's door before going to the back, opening the trunk, and unloading your suitcases. His movements are mechanical, his mind preoccupied with the idea that you’ll be gone soon.

As Simon silently loads the suitcases into your waiting hands, his gaze shifts back and forth to the airport entrance. The soft morning sun begins to emerge, casting a warm glow on your face, and Simon feels a pang of longing in his heart as he takes in the sight.

“Goodbye, Simon.” Your lip wobbles as you reach to hold him by his face, leaning forward and placing a chaste peck on his cheek.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” you whispered as you pulled away, holding up your heavy luggage with a grunt. “Thanks for everything.” You bit your lip, choking back your tears as they warmed your eyes.

He struggled to swallow, feeling the constriction in his throat as he bid you farewell. He couldn't move, feeling rooted to the ground for a brief moment. His muscles tensed like coiled springs as a swarm of thoughts invaded his mind, gripping him in a vice of unease.

He suddenly reached out as you were about to turn away, gently grabbing your wrist. “Wait,”

He pulled you back to him, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck as he enveloped you in a fierce embrace. He pressed you against him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, desperate and protective.

Simon buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and committing it to memory. Pressure built in his chest, and the dam started to crack for the first time in a while.

You were left speechless by his spontaneous act of affection, your body frozen still in shock before you let go of your bags, uncaring how they fell as you threw your arms around his shoulders, smushing your cheek into his shoulder as your feet lifted from the ground. You squeezed him tightly, his skin dampening as you silently cried.

Simon's fingertips grasped the fabric of your shirt, clinging tightly to his grip on you, verging on possessiveness as his body slightly quivered while he rested his chin against the top of your head.

He was engulfed in a wistful trance, feeling like a mighty tide was pulling him under. However, amidst it all, a profound and overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over him at the mere thought of your departure.

Reluctantly, you slowly released your tight hold on him, allowing your toes to barely touch the solid ground. His arms still wrapped around your lower back as your hand came to rest upon his chest. You giggled, delicately dabbing away the moisture underneath your eyes, followed by a wet sniffle.

His intense gaze locked firmly on yours, carefully examining the contours of your face. He observed the gentle flutter of your eyelashes as you tried to blink away your tears and noticed how your lips slightly parted as if they had a thousand and one unspoken words waiting to be said. Your faces were so close that your noses almost touched, the warmth of your breath mingling in the small space between you.

He longed to bridge the gap between you, to take your face in his hands and claim your lips fervently. Instead, he settled to rest his forehead against yours in a silent display of affection.

“Off with you,” he whispered, pulling away with a tight-lipped smile.

With a sense of hesitation, he slowly withdrew his hands from your body, and the lingering sensation of his touch left behind a profound and tangible sense of emptiness. He wanted to say so many things. Stay, don’t go. I’m a fool. I’m in love, and I’m scared. But none of them escaped his lips.

Instead, all he said was, “Give me a ring when ya’ land, arrite?”

"Of course," you whispered back hoarsely, your voice barely audible above the ambient noise. You nodded slowly before letting your heels touch back to the concrete with a sharp click, its sound echoing through the bustling street.

As you turned to leave, with his help, you gathered your belongings. You expressed a gentle and definitive thank you before pivoting away, leaving him in the background as you walked towards the front. Before entering, you looked back, offering a slightly awkward wave as a final goodbye.

He remained still beside the car, observing as the space between you widened with each stride. Folding his arms across his chest, he took several deep breaths to control himself. With a feeble wave, he leaned against the car, his emotions hidden behind a carefully constructed mask of stoicism.

His eyes remained fixated on the door through which you disappeared as if expecting you to come walking back at any moment. However, reality soon sank in, and he knew he had to accept that you were gone. Still, he lingered for a few moments longer, his mind replaying the scene repeatedly.

He tightly pressed his lips together, grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, battling the tumultuous thoughts that were tearing him apart from the inside.

Eventually, he pushed himself away from the car before returning inside.

As he fumbled with the controls, attempting to resume the music to fill the void of silence, he became aware that your Bluetooth had disconnected. Agitated, he swallowed hard and swiftly shifted the car into drive, eager to return home.

The drive back seemed to stretch endlessly, with a profound silence suffocating him. Not one stray thought crossed his mind as he drove, his entire concentration fixed on the road ahead. The sky gradually shifted from a foggy blue to a soft glow, the gradual light of dawn revealing a world emerging from its slumber.

As you settled into your seat and the airplane ascended into the sky, you gazed out of the vacant window, observing the somber clouds gliding past. You pressed the heel of your palm against your quivering lips, struggling to contain the wrecked sob welling up inside you.

Throughout the flight, you only wanted to turn your brain off, sleep away from this mess, and pretend it didn't happen. Simon was just a man who made your time a little more worthwhile; it was simply an enjoyable experience and nothing more.

As soon as you stepped off the plane, however, you felt the overwhelming urge to reach out and hear his voice. You couldn't deny your deep longing for him despite trying to maintain your composure and pride. How much you missed him was almost painful, especially considering you had never established an official relationship. Yet you were caught up in tears over someone who had never been yours.

A sense of desperation washed over you as you reached for the phone. You dialed the number Simon had left, anticipation building as the phone rang once, twice, and again. Your hope dwindled with each unanswered ring as he failed to pick up. He never answered. And he never called you back.

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kinktober day X: aphrodisiacs — kyle “gaz” garrick ⤿ kyle “gaz” garrick x reader // current wc: 0 // status: in progress a kiss left of you — simon "ghost" riley pt. 3 ! ⤿ simon "ghost" riley x reader // current wc: 0 // status: on hold

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Tomorrow is a Long Time 𝜗𝜚 John Price

Kinktober Day V: Masturbation

summary: the hubby misses you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, masturbation (m!recieving), longing, yearning, captain peepaw’s tasty loins, yummm, author does not attempt at accents wc: 618 a/n: i kept this one short sorry i was pretty busy today because my washing machine was broken lol

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John stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, feeling the hot water soak into his skin and muscles, easing the tension from his body. He let out a deep, involuntary groan as the cascading water massaged his back, his hands dragging down his face as the warm droplets dripped from his hair and over his closed eyes.

He slid his hand down his stomach, leaning his head backward as his mind conjured images of you: sprawled out on his bed, deep moans of his name slipping past your pretty parted lips, eyebrows furrowed until the crease between them deepened. He fantasized about your pretty eyes gazing up at him, nails digging deep into his back as you arched your chest, pushing your perfect tits into his awaiting mouth.

He let out a deep grunt as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning in slow strokes as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to travel back in time just before he left, pounding your pliant body into your bed until tears were slipping down your flushed cheeks, sobbing his name as you came, clenching around his cock like a vice refusing to let go.

John rubbed over his bulbous tip, his hips bucking into his hand, pretending you were bent before him, ass spread, and waiting for him to sink his undeserving prick into your wet and greedy hole.

He called out your name in hushed whispers, trying to keep his voice low as he pleasured himself at the thought of you. It's only been one week, and he could feel the longing begin to settle deep in his bones. He wished he could be with you, holding you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He spread his thighs, placing his hand on the wall in front of him, leaning forward as his movements picked up in pace, pretending his fist was your sweet cunt enveloping him in your velvety walls, your pussy so wet it was running down your thighs and onto the floor.

As the images painted vividly behind his eyelids, his moans increased in volume, and he called out your name in desperation. He was so close. His top teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his sensitive skin reddens under the pressure.

“Please…” he moaned as if you were around to hear, but in his mind, you were. In his mind, it was your hand instead of his, taking his cock in your soft and smaller hands, no calluses, just gentle deft fingers moving up and down along his shaft, collecting his pre as you sank to your knees, darting your pink little tongue to taste.

“Fuck!” He barked, his wrist twisting even faster as he worked himself to completion, thick ropes of white shooting out from his tip. Some of it landed on the wall, oozing downwards towards the floor before sinking into the drain. But he pictured he was fucking it down into your willing throat like a good girl.

John didn’t want to open his eyes, to face the reality that you were not really there, so he kept his eyes closed, pretending you were still there. You helped him ride out his high like you always do while kissing along his neck and chest, telling him how much you loved him.

“I love you too,” he whispered back into an empty room, his hand eventually slowing into a stop as the last of his cum escaped from his tip. He reopened his eyes, staring down at his hand still wrapped around his cock; he couldn’t help but heave in disappointment even though he already knew you weren’t there.

“Fuck I miss you…”

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