You and Simon have been dating for a few months now. Despite his busy career he’d always make time for you and spent the night at your flat, due to this you had quite the little collection of his t-shirts. You frequently wore them around the house and while you were baking some cookies, Simon came over for an unexpected visit. He had brought over dinner but the moment he saw you, he was clearly hungry for something else. He slowly approached you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He was squeezing you slightly as he pressed his nose against your neck, letting out a low growl.

“Dear god… you look so bloody good in my shirt, love. I need to leave my shirts here more often.” He murmured in your ear.