call me nasty for this one but there’s something about how a man smells after coming home from a long day—like the man musk is making me go feral
and i like to think that being simon’s girlfriend none of that shit matters because you like it. no. love it even. especially when he comes home from work, spending hours training the rookies under the sun. you want nothing more than to feel his skin, his lips, giving kisses under his neck and pull him close despite his protests,
“baby, baby—wait” simon chuckles at your eagerness, fingers curling around the belt hoop of his pants. “i need to shower, i smell”
you hum in disapproval, nosing at the scent of your boyfriend smell, feeling absolutely weak for it,
“no you don’t”
he has his hands on your hips, trying to push you away lightly. “i do actually. just give me ten minutes and i—“
“no”
“no?”
“you smell good” you reach out and plop yourself down on his lap to keep him still. licking a bold stripe against his neck covered with thin layer of sweat. “so sexy—so hot—“
he cringes when he takes a small whiff of himself. “i don’t feel like that”
“well you do”
“sweetheart, i—okay, okay fuckin-hell” he exhales watching you fumble with his belt. “how about you come to the shower with me?”
rolling your eyes, you peel yourself back to look him in the eye. “simon. you smell. fucking. good” you’re deadly serious about it, making his eyes go wide. “yes, you smell a little funky and shit but i love it. the sweat, the musk, the fucking dirt. i love it. it’s sexy and it’s turning me on. now will you please let me suck your cock?”
he eyes you for a second, then realizing you’re not messing with him. the dirty lip bite you give him, the lust in your eyes,
oh now, he gets it.
“fuck” he breathes out, letting you continue l unbuckle his belt. “my dirty, dirty girl”