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Remember: everything ╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
He adored how round and plump you are.
Even if you don't like it. Even if you can't stand it. Even if you wish you were dainty and skinny. He wouldn't change a single fucking thing about you. So that's why it bothered him when he found you in the barracks quarter in front of a body mirror, checking your body from every angle with a sad frown on your face. It pissed him off, honestly. Can't you see how *fucking hot* you are?
He approached you from behind, and you could see him getting closer through the reflection. He placed both hands on your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his broad chest as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck and whisper in your ear. "Lookin' fuckin' delicious, love." He murmured against your skin, placing a soft nibble just to see you squirm.
He ran his hands up and down your sides, mapping every curve, every dip and bulge of your skin under his calloused palms. He squeezed your love handles a few times for good measure, loving the little sighs that escaped from your lips. You could feel his erection start to grow harder agaisnt your lower back as he kept kissing down your neck to your shoulders. "So fuckin' perfect..." He growled again, grinding against you from behind.
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