Simon Ghost Riley

Your friends had been pestering you for days about it. You understood their curiosity, you had just moved into your boyfriend’s apartment a week ago and you had rejected their efforts to go out clubbing with the excuse of spending time with him. So obviously you guys had to be doing something.

But in all honesty, you and Simon hadn’t gone past a bit of kissing and some hand job’s. It’s not like he didn’t want to fuck you, and it’s not like you didn’t want to be fucked. Because you really did. But he just— you know. Couldn’t get it up.

He apologized profusely for it the first time you and him got into bed, and you obviously weren’t mad, but he still fingered you until you cried to make it up to you. And then again, when you both were sitting on the couch in his living room. You had been palming him through his sweats for what felt like an hour, and couldn’t even get it half - way. He kissed your neck, sucking another mark into the pretty skin on your throat while he slid his hands over your ass, squeezing slowly. "Sorry, love," He huffs, leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows while he watches your hand on his crotch.

"Sexy as y’are, not a boy no more," He sighs, shifting his hips, his head tipping back a little in frustration. "Don’t work like it used to."