@regrethim CONTINUED from here !
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 to run into the wannabe rockstar that used such a cheesy , cute , line on her while washing cloths. yet , camila couldn’t deny the feeling she got in her chest when head lifted & eyes settled themselves on his wind swept hair & obviously bright smile. jittery , that’s what it was , like when you see someone who makes your heart race a little & this feeling of excitement rise in your chest. after he takes a seat , the question posed isn’t one meant to be mean but rather inquisitive. cami had never had a guy show up at her work before & look so handsome doing it. a smile spreads , but she tries her hardest to suppress it. ; another glass is cleaned & set aside to dry. camila asks: ❛ what ? was the way i folded laundry so alluring ? or was it my . . playing hard to get , dodging your first phone call , mystique ? ❜ a joke , one that made a small chuckle leave even her chest. at the mention of sitting down to get to know one another , lips press together & she takes a deep breath. dark eyes glance at her watch , noting the time—she was due for a break anyways. ❛ fine , ❜ comes reply , ❛ but only because my feet are killing me & it’s slow today. ❜ camila didn’t want to get his hopes up , but there was something about him that drew her in. no , it wasn’t the aspiring rockstar persona. . . but , something about billy himself ! ❛ go sit over there , at the booth. give me a second to make the sodas. ❜
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Always fascinated that people know deekay as just Lee Seokmin not some celebrity but as a relative or friend, before he was known to the world as something bigger yet they've always known he was meant to shine bright
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oh but simon holding you by your waist for easy manhandling, rutting your clothed cunt against his chub, crooning and cooing about how pretty you look. you’re so wet, your slick dampening your panties, and simon teases that if he keeps this up, you’ll probably start to get even his grey sweats wet :((
“simon, please,” you mewl, squirming, your fists tight on his worn out tee. “please fuck me ‘ready.”
simon puffs a fond laugh, his grin is his only answer, before his bulk falls back to the cushions of the couch, dragging you closer to his front. it makes your tits press flushed against his chest and simon shoots a quick look at the visage they make, his rosy cheeks turning brighter.
“goddamn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rumbling in a pleased groan. “y’really are a sight f’r sore eyes.”
his hand falls from your waist to map out the tender parts of your hip before falling just atop the swell of your ass. your breath hitches at the weight of his touch, fire scorching down your spine, bubbling with anticipation.
simon studies you throughout, eyes furrowed in his silent delight. he loves you like this, after all. he loves seeing you all whiny and begging, all teary-eyed and warbled murmurs. he loves feeling the tremors racing through your body, your desire bloating, expanding, so tangible as you turn desperate eyes to him, pleas dripping from your pouty lips.
yeah, simon thinks, feeling his breathing go ragged. you always did know how to beg prettily.
he squeezes your ass, giving in, and you hiss, eyes fluttering at his fondling touch. he begins rutting you against him again, grinding your cunt over his bulge, and you squeak, your strength getting zapped out of your knees.
it makes you tumble, and you fall with no grace. it makes you slip, your already-sensitive clit grinding against simon’s chub.
you let out a gasped out moan at the glide, your eyes crossing at the quick eruption of pleasure that seizes you. simon catches you before you can topple out of his lap completely, his laughter trickling from his scarred lips.
“relax, doll,” he teases, thick arms surrounding you fully. “can’t have you hurtin’ y’rself.”
you sniff, so overwhelmed with your need, and rest your cheek on his shoulder. simon adjusts you on top of him again, before he noses along your temple, breathing you in.
“i’ve got you, kid,” simon croons over your muffled whines, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. “i promised you, didn’t i?”
“yeah,” you murmur, voice breathy. “need you now.”
“of course.” simon presses his lips on the top of your head again. “i’m all yours, after all.”
he wonders what he must have done to be given the chance to have a darling dear like you love him.
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