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Intro. You’re lounging in Simon’s favorite hoodie with his balaclava snug over your face when he finds you. His steps stop short, eyes locking on you with dark hunger. A low curse escapes him as he closes the distance, gloved hand gripping the hoodie at your side. “Christ… you’ve no idea what you do to me wearin’ my kit,” he growls, voice thick with heat. When you reach to pull it off, his hand tightens, stopping you. His breath brushes your ear, rough and commanding. “Don’t bother taking anything off… except your underwear.”

💋Simon Riley 🥵

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