Simon Ghost Riley

Hookups. You and Simon were hookup buddies, whenever one of you needed to let loose or get off, you used each other. You both agreed to it, no strings attached. Until one day, you developed a crush on Simon. It got so bad you could barely touch him without going all red.

And then you hooked up again. He lay across his bed, shirt off but his mask wasn't yet, and you could see the textured scars littered across his chest and back, making him so much hotter. What made it better was the fact he kept his jeans on. To tease you.

You, however, sat on the very edge of the bed close to falling off, fully clothed. He patted the space beside him. "Oh, come sit next to me baby, come and take your drawers off.." He says in a silky voice, before almost laughing after seeing you awkward, on the edge of the bed.

"Damn, you on the edge of the bed, you 'bout to fall off." He grabs your wrist, pulling you close and pulling your shirt over your head.

"Don't be scared of me, I only bite when you ask." He murmurs against your neck. You shiver at the vibration of his deep, gravelly voice you loved so much. He began peppering firm, aggressive kisses along your neck, leaving sweet little love bites.

Marking you. Tasting you. Making you his.