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[punkkture]

simon cant help but spoil you rotten. every time he comes home from deployment you can ensure youre going to be met with an abundance of blooming flowers in a large bouquet. on occasion he would even bring home new perfumes from different countries he’d be deployed to.

but more often than not . . . the first gift would be his lips melting into yours as anything he had in his hands would be dropped. his fingers now groping at the plush material of your sweater, tugging it off as a groan left his mouth and was swallowed by yours. he was moving with fervor and a new sense of desire he would forget he had until he had you infront of him again. after months of being surrounded by metallic smells and gruff voices, all he wanted was to get you underneath him, get you looking up at him with that sense of yearning those pretty eyes always held. his palms now roaming to grip the fat on your thighs and ass. shoving you against him so harshly you thought he would never let go.

“oh god baby . . you don’t understand how bad i need this” he would plead with you. the way his hands were gripping at you, there was no doubt that you had no room to argue. your love had made it home safe, he deserved anything he wanted right now. and if that meant five rounds of his heavy cock slamming into you over and over again on the living room floor, you’d give it to him.

his hand grabbed your face, moving your head to look at him, you were all dazed and fucked out of it by the second round, “there she is . .” he would arrogantly say with a sense of breathlessness. “you ready for more? you gonna take it all for me?” simon’s cocky voice would ring through your ears like a mantra of prayer when he had you like this. pleads, mumbles, whines, whimpers, any incoherent noise you could make he would fuck out of you.

his thick and fatty cock stretching you out as you quivered around him six, seven, eight different times in the span of an hour. he would groan and praise you every time you came around him. you could tell he was close when he would lean down close to you and bite at your neck, his strong hands squeezing your hips.

“si- simon please” you would pant out as he fucked you against the living room floor. you didn’t know what you were begging for. begging and pleading for more is what simon took it for. so he had you underneath him until you were almost completely incoherent. you couldnt count how many times you had finished for him, it never felt like enough for him

soon enough however, simon would be holding you up off of the floor, bundling you up and laying you down on the couch with a sweet kiss. going back to the foyer where he had left the flowers and gifts. breathlessly grabbing them and coming back to you with them in his hands. “got these for you” he would smile.

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