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but there's something else there. you know there is. no one's ever stayed long enough to see it, you don't think, but it's there. when you called him your boyfriend, he gave you a look to kill.

"stupid fuckin' word," is what he said, but those wet eyes of yours made him grit his teeth and let out a frustrated groan.

"but i don't want anyone else, simon."

"well..." you felt a kiss through the mask touch your cheek. "neither do i."

well, that means he gets upgraded to boyfriend status. and boyfriends get boyfriend privileges.

🐥: hi baby

💀: Bit busy. Talk later.

🐥: miss u </3 do u miss me? [Attachment: 1 Image]

he doesn't answer for a few minutes. you think, for a little while, that maybe you did something wrong. maybe he doesn't like pictures. maybe he finds them in bad taste. maybe you caught him at a really bad time, and he's really not in the mood—

💀: 👍

thumbs up? fucking thumbs up? your smoking hot new girlfriend sends you a photo of herself in nothing but her new lingerie set, and you send a thumbs up? you don't care what the fuck he's doing. you pick up the phone and dial his number.

it takes a few calls for him to finally answer. he kisses his teeth on the other end, sounding already annoyed.

"wot part of bit busy, talk later is hard to read, love, eh?"

"are you fucking serious?" you snap. "your girlfriend sends you a half naked picture of herself, and all you can do is say you like it? with a fucking emoji?"

"tha' wot this is about, yeah?"

"yeah!" you breathe. "what the fuck else?"

"y'r off, sweet'eart," simon grunts. "most gorgeous thing i've ever fuckin' seen, now don't get bloody clever now and turn this around on me, yeah? i'm workin'. i'll call."

"i'm just gonna send more now," you spit. "i'm gonna send videos. and voice notes. i'm gonna moan so fucking loud that when your big, fat finger inevitably clicks on the wrong thing, all you're going to hear in your stupid meeting is your girlfriend crying your full government name—"

"jesus, fuck," simon groans. your jaw drops when you hear something wet-sounding on the other end, and you laugh humorlessly.

"are you kidding me? are you touching yourself right now? are you serious?"

"bloody hell," simon sighs. "keep talkin'."

"you are the worst boyfriend in the entire fucking world," you say. "selfish, rude, misguided asshole that does nothing but make his girlfriend wait around all day for you to call or text or do anything, i swear to god, simon, when you get home, i'm taking my key back!"

"ah—love—" simon breathes. you lay down on the bed, closing your eyes, and the grunts you hear are too familiar. you can hear his hand, smooth and quick as it slicks up his wet cock, and you arch your back as the sounds get nastier and wetter and louder. your fingers slip down your pajama shorts. "—gonna fuckin' come—"

"i miss you, simon," you whine. you close your eyes, your fingers finding nothing but warmth and wet pooling in your panties. "miss you. miss my big boy."

"fuuuuck—" simon groans, from deep within his chest. you hear a bang on the other end, but he just laughs. you hear his deep, panting breaths, and you slip your fingers out to stick them in your mouth, whining around them as you listen to simon as he comes into his fist a little too fast. you let your fingers go as the other end of the call shuffles a bit, like he's moving around. "happy now, love? huh?"

you giggle, squeezing your thighs together.

"what? hearing you come in 10 seconds like a fresh-faced rookie?" you hum. "it makes me feel a little better, yeah."

"talk later, love. promise."