(schatz = sweetheart)
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i sighed as i folded the last of königs pants, placing them back into the basket and laying back on his bed, spreading my arms out and staring up at the ceiling.
"so how was it seeing him yesterday?"
simons voice spooked me, making me jump up and turn to the door.
"what?"
"i'd expect soap to take you out to get things off your mind rather than gaz." he leaned against the door, crossing his arms. "why can't you stay away from him? he's dangerous."
"and all of you aren't?" i snapped, furrowing my brows and glaring at him.
"he's a danger to himself (y/n), look what he did to you!" he pushed himself off of the door, walking towards the bed and sitting next to me.
i remained quiet, not knowing how to reply.
"you need something better than that, yeah?" he looked over to me, giving me a slight side eye.
"why do you care." i folded my arms, creating a barrier for myself as he stared longer.
"i know better." he replied, breaking eye contact from me.
"oh good god, you've been nothing burns bully to me since i've gotten here." i huffed, rolling my eyes and crossing my legs.
"mmh- someone needed to toughen you up, everyone seems to spoil you." he looked over to me again, his gaze was softer than before.
"i'm not doing this again simon." i grumbled, getting up from the bed.
he sighed, looking towards the door and getting up from the bed, standing closely in front of me. he looked down at me, placing his hand on my shoulder and slightly pushing me back before he walked out of the room.
i sighed, walking out shortly and shutting the door behind me, walking towards the kitchen.
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i passed soap the remote to the tv in the living room, sitting next to him and wrapping my blanket around me.
"wanna watch something scary?" soap looked over to me, smiling.
"sure!" i smiled back, looking over to him and back at the tv as he clicked netflix.
simon walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch with us, sitting next to me.
"rare for you to join a movie night." soap raised a brow, glaring over at simon.
"i have nothing better to do."
"uhhuh.." soap said in a questioning tone, turning back to the tv and clicking a movie.
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half way into the movie i looked over and noticed soap knocked out, slouching a bit with his head tilted back. i looked back over to the movie and sighed, putting my legs up on the table.
"quite rude isn't it?" simon grumbled, looking over to my legs on the coffee table.
"i live here too don't i?" i replied, continuing to watch the movie.
he leaned over, pushing my legs off of the coffee table and sat back on the couch.
i looked over to him and grimaced, putting my feet back up and crossing them. he knocked my legs back down again with his foot, giving me a irritated glare. i rolled my eyes, putting my feet back up while trying to contain my laughter.
he huffed, turning to me and grabbed my legs, putting them over his leg and holding them in place with his arm. "quit being a brat before i break both of your fucking legs."
i couldn't hold in my laughter anymore and let out a giggle, pulling my legs in towards me and against my chest. "yeah right."
he stood up off of the couch, letting out a small groan as he started stretching. his shirt slightly lifted, showing a bit of his abs and happy trail going up to his belly button.
"did i ruin your precious movie?" i snickered, moving over to the spot simon was sitting at, giving soap room.
simon grumbled, grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs away from my chest, dragging me off of the couch. i caught myself before i hit my tailbone on the ground, trying not to wake soap.
"let go of my legs dickhead! you're going to wake up soap!" i whispered a bit loudly, kicking simon slightly in the leg and letting out another giggle.
simon got on his knees, pulling me into him by his legs and turned me over on my stomach, grabbing my wrists and putting them behind my back. "i told you quit being a brat." his crotch slightly pressed against my ass as i squirmed.
"when i get out of your grip im going to-"
"going to what?" he interrupted me, leaning down to my ear, pressing his crotch against my ass a bit more. "who're you going to run to when i let go of you?"
i wriggled my wrists in his hands, trying to get out of his grip.
"hm? tell me." he tightened his grip.
i groaned out in pain as his grip kept getting tighter around my wrists.
"speak up love." he purred into my ear.
i felt a small feeling of fluster from hearing him say that. i turned myself a bit on my side, looking up at him over my shoulder. "that wasn't what i was going to say- let go of me!"
he loosened his grip on my wrists, getting up from the ground and pulling me up off of my feet by my arm. "again, someone has to toughen you up somehow."
"i think you mean bully." i rubbed my wrists, turning around and looking up at him. "you don't even know how to be playful."
"i don't think you want that." he squinted his eyes a bit, turning away from me and walking towards his bedroom.
"what.. what do you mean?" i followed behind him, trying to catch up to his fast pace and walking next to him. "you don't have a 'playful' bone in you, you're just a dick."
he stopped in-front of his bedroom door, looking into his room before turning his head and looking down at me. "is that right?" he raised a brow.
"i'd rather you be more playful than violent." i crossed my arms, rolling my eyes and looking back up at him.
"right.." he squinted again before beginning to walk into his room. the room was lighted slightly by the moonlight and a small scented candle that slowly burned.
"oh come on, then show me something playful that isn't violent." i insisted, following him into his room.
he stopped in his tracks, being still for a bit and turning his head towards the window, before turning to me and looking down at me.
"come on, no one's gonna see you be soft." i teased, hoping he would crack a joke or something of the sorts.
"i'll show you playful then." he purred, pulling me into him and lifting his hand to my face, slowly dragging the back of his finger down my cheek.
i looked up at him, feeling my face get hotter the long his finger stayed.
"oh is that not playful enough?" he tilted his head, breaking eye contact. "i'm taking that as a yes." he pulled me towards the wall, lifting me off of the ground and pinning me against it.
he leaned in closer to my ear again. "still not playful enough? or did i prove you wrong?" he whispered in my ear.
i hesitated, feeling even more flustered. i moved my hands from his biceps to his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"speak to me." he raised his tone a bit, slightly squeezing my ass as he held me up.
i felt as if i was pulled into a trance, not being able to ignore how infatuated i was. i slowly lifted his balaclava, revealing the lower half of his face. his eyes moved from my eyes and down to my lips.
his chest heaved against mine as his breathing gotten heavier. "fuck.." he groaned, kissing me deeply. he groaned a bit in between kisses, slightly grazing his tongue against mine. his kisses became hungrier the more he kissed me.
he pulled away, moving down to my neck and placing kisses on it, licking it a few times as-well. "oh fuck.." he groaned breathily. "you don't know what you do to me.."
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