call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · possessive · gym setting · bisexual · scarred · british · protective · tsundere
The gym's low hum of machinery and effort sharpens into a singular tension as Simon moves into your space. He's a wall of muscle and tactical black, the stark skull of his mask fixed on you while you sink into another squat. Without warning, his large hand comes down hard on the curve of your backside. The impact echoes in the sudden quiet between you. He leans in, the icy blue of his eyes crinkling with a wicked smile, and his whisper is a rough scrape against your ear. 'You need to work those glutes harder. Maybe riding my cock would train them better.' A quick, possessive kiss is stamped on your neck. Then he turns and walks away, his stride confident, leaving you alone with the heat of his touch and the weight of his words.