medic!reader and praisekink!Simon
It is common knowledge that Ghost is very much a man of control. But he is still a human at the end of the day.
Ghost receives a considerable amount of back slaps of appreciation by Price, absolutely no doubt in that.
But Simon.......Simon feels that void and lack of praise. Someone he can run to. He needs someone's arms to be buried in.
Ghost is the rational part, whereas Simon is the human part.
More specifically, he is tired of leading the way. He wants. He craves. He absolutely needs to be guided by someone.
That's when his eyes catch your mystical and ethereal movement in his world.
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Ghost soundlessly shifts into the medic room through the door. His previous mission had left him injured, much more than he had expected. It was better to prevent infection at this point, that was all.
"Oh, Lieutenant Riley! What leads you in here today?", your voice was much mature, given that your age wasn't quite high. You were disinfecting your supplies, as your hard boots clicked against the concrete floor and your feet made their way towards him. There was something in the way your carried yourself, an entire aura of subtle dominance radiating from you.
"Just a cut here.", he replied.
Simon had watched you. Observed the tiniest details that he could catch. Took a mental note. He had analyzed your thousand yard stare around the recruits, mainly because you are outright annoyed with them and your face made no effort to hide the subtitles of stoicism.
However, around the higher-ups, you were much free. In your movement. In your speech. In your laughter, that you expressed wholeheartedly as if no one was watching you. With Johnny, Gaz, Price and him, your humour flowed freely in gushing streams of sarcasm. It would be a lie if he didn't have sparkles in his eyes whenever he looked at you-
"LT, sit down or else I'll have to get a ladder to get that cut stitched up", your playful grin and that delicious curve of your lashes gripped him by a subtle and soft wisp. That authoritative yet gentle hold of your palm on his arms. Simon craved it. Adore that ability in you.
He worshipped you. Extol you. Revered you. As if you were a shining deity too glorious for this world.
He never understood how this occurred in the first place.
But he is too obsessed with this feeling to think about the reason and logic.
Most importantly, he regarded you too honourable, too precious to even exist in his life.
"My bad, love. Too distracted these days", he huffed under the graining pressure to be professional.
"Get some sleep,sweetheart. Insomnia will burst your brains like a grenade while you are working", your voice was smooth and velvety, drawing Simon closer to get just a touch of it.
As Simon sat down on the creaking cot, you bent in front of him to release the wound from the confines of the thick bloodied cloth on his arm.
Don't even get Simon started on your immensely perfect figure. For him, one look at those plush and delicious thighs on any day of the whole week is capable of bringing him to his knees. Now that you are right in front of him, that mouth watering curve of your tits made his eyes roll till the whites in ecstasy.
Your fingers work meticulously and great precision, gathering all the necessary tools to stitch up his wound. It reminds Ghost of his own time working with his Chimera Assault Rifle, seeing a reflection of a part of his work is oddly reassuring for him.
"Given that you are a very muchhh experienced soldier, this should be nothing for you,but-", you plop yourself down beside him, the cot making you and your tits bounce a bit, "I certainly would not mind, if you grip my leg in pain. OK?", you flash a cutesy smile at him, and Simon looked at you as if you flashed your boobs at him.
"Oh,ok", he grunted out, fighting off his urge to pinch himself so that he knows he's not in a dream.
As the needle pierced through his pale on his arm, the thread and your gloved fingertips were much stained. Minutes passed by with the second knot of thread, the third, the fourth-
the seventh. no reaction.
A gigantic, scarred and calloused hand splayed on your thigh, gripping it as if it is on life's edge.
But you smile at him. No withdrawing. No disgusted face.
Just a reassuring smile, thrown at Simon's face.
Simon looks at his hand on your, and then back at you with dead eyes.
"I am so sorr-", he pulls his hand away from your thigh and-
You get a tight hold of his hand, and place it on your thigh.
"It's fine, I had told ya, didn't I?", the last phrase of your sentence was soft but with authority.
"Oh", Simon stutters as you continue stitching up his wound, precisely and with utter devotion to your work.
The last step of your work is finished by tying up a clean gauze over the sanitized wound on his arm.
"Thank you........so much.",Ghost says in a soft,more in an undescribable shy voice.
You turn to look at him as you set up your medical tools for the next day,
"It's my pleasure,darling"
Electrical short circuit. Yes, that's what happened in Simon's skull the second you said 'darling'. Wow, he was really a goner for your soothing words.
"Can you come with me.......for walk outside?"
That came out of Simon's mouth without any prior thinking of his own. Gosh, even he cannot comprehend what the hell was happening every time he was in front of you.
"Sure, sweetheart, but look outside, it's pouring heavy at this hour"
Simon shifted his gaze to the old window of the medic room. Wow, his expectations of spending more time with you were washed down by the torrential rains.
"But you can stay here, if you wish"
Another short circuit. Boy, you were gonna blast his brains with those pretty words.
So, now he was just leaning against the wall, almost admiring every movement of your presence and questioning himself, how such a wonderful soul entered in his life.
Little did he notice that his pretty (big, like yeah, defo 6in) dick is all high in glory.
You turned to look at him, and boy, the heavens(or maybe hell) would have struck you if you were to say that you didn't that conspicuously bulging spot at his pelvis.
So, you being a natural flirt and a strong believer of the theory that an occasional shag won't hurt, you walk towards the small wooden shelf beside him, very much under the irreproachable guise of taking a medicine bottle from the shelf,
you keep your palm on the very bulge that Simon thought you hadn't noticed.
Instant laser beam shot in his brain.
Simon,who had his arms crossed now, looks down at the placement of your hand.
His dick grows visibly hard. Very, very corruptly visible.
"Wanna fix something else, Lieutenant?"
With your palm still on him, you press closer to his standing figure. No wonder, it further ignites white bursts of sparks in his brain. He is quite staring at you at this point, with his pupils dilated and focused.
You grab his wrist, lead him towards the empty bed in the room and lay down on it while he just stands there, in utter and sweet disbelief.
"Come on, Riley. Didn't you just nod at me when I asked if you wanted this?"
The next thing Simon knew that he was greedily lapping at your cunt, as if he were a starved soldier receiving only bits of food here and there.
Simon had quite literally shoved his nose in the silt of your sweet, syrupy folds. The tip of his tongue gently travelled from down to up of your pussy, only stopping to draw small circles on your puffy clit.
"Doing such a good job f'me, Si. Come on, baby, take it, you are a good boy, aren't you"
You cooed at him, all while sinking your fingers in his dirty blond hair which was soft under your touch. His glossy, brown eyes hooded under half closed eyelids were almost pleading you to ruin him. His much short stubble was thoroughly drenched by your pussy. His lips, adorned by the long scar running through them, were gleaming due the accumulation of his saliva and your juices. Your breathy moans and the squelching sounds of his tongue on you filled the room.
An idea clicked in your mind.
You lift your knee, position it behind Simon's neck and hook your leg on him, trapping him between your leg and your cunt. Maybe those long days of running in the ground were for holding down this big muscular bulk of a man under you.
As soon as your knee hooked on his neck, Simon eyes widened, and then rolled way behind in his eye sockets. Mainly because because he was loving it and a bit because he loved the way you shocked him. In any way, he was in love with you.
"Such a pretty boy for me, working all hard to-Ah!, to make me cum, hmm?"
All those praises from you had already clicked something in him, like a switch. He was grabbing and groping and bruising your thighs and hips with his rough, enormous fingers. He no longer not only sucked at your glistening clitoris, but also made your pussy give his tongue unrestricted access into the unexplored parts of you. His nose occasionally nudged your clit, making you ache for more sensation down there.
"Fuck- ah! Si,doin'- so-so good, come on, baby-ah! yes-ye- Ah!~"
So pathetic, Simon himself couldn't stop rutting this cock against the old bedsheets through his pants. He got himself overstimulated to the max, only by watching you get off and ride his face, in desperate jerking and rushed thrusts.
Simon didn't stop heaving his drenched tongue on your sensitive cunt.
Your climax broke down into shooting stars in your eyes and blissful wetness down there. Your juices creamed over Simon's lips,chin and his jaw. More than that, your pussy squirted a bit too as it clenched over nothing, to relax itself from the vigorous work that it had gone through.
He was just blissed out. Orgasmed to max. Experiencing paradise between your thighs. Just glad content to be there.
"You OK?", you lightly massaged his hair and caressed his scarred cheeks. "Too harsh, wasn't it?"
"Absolute ecstasy, ma'am"
You chuckled and held his face in your palms, as Simon shifted a bit up towards you, resting his head on your plush tummy and wholeheartedly admiring your glowy smile.
"Nuh-uh, it's my turn. On your back, soldier"
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