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Simon Riley who despises pet names. Snarls and sneers in the face of terms of endearment. Everyone already knew him as his call sign, ‘Simon’ was intimate enough for him.
Then, you came along with your sweet words and a soft voice. Melted in saccharine honey, clung to him in ways he couldn’t explain. Bloomed warmth from his fingertips to his toes, coiled tightly around his heart, and found a home in his veins.
Felt it when dainty fingers snaked under his balaclava, slipped the mask off his face as you straddled his lap.
“There’s my pretty boy,” You would murmur, trace the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones and jawline.
Simon knew he wasn’t pretty, not nearly when scars decorated his face. But there you would sit spread over his thighs, kissing sweet words into his skin, and how wasn’t he supposed to enjoy that?
Or when he would snuggle deeper into the sheets on his leave, protesting leaving the warmth of your bed.
But then you would pull him up anyways, purring syrupy words of “Come on, big boy, we have plans today!”
Those moments were intimate enough for him, all you had to do was call him something sweet in your silvery voice and blink your doe eyes at him, and he would do anything you asked. At your beck and call.
Though his favorite might be when you were perched on your heels between his thighs, peering up at him with glassy eyes. One hand fisting his fat cock, the other wrapped around your chin as he leisurely stroked over his shaft.
Lips parted as you squeezed your thighs together, desperate for any stimulation, breathed a soft “Baby, please.”
He had been teasing you all day, left you needy and wet that morning before he left for base, but it was over the moment you started whispering sweet names to him.
And you knew it.
Fluttered your pretty lashes at him, knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Hoisted you in his lap soon after, lowered you on his throbbing cock until your ass pressed against his hips.
Banding your arms tightly around his shoulders as he finally slid home, lips pressed close to his ear as you whimpered so sweetly for him.
“Oh— baby.”
“Yeah, ‘m right here, pretty,” He murmured, pulling your hips up, “I got you.”