Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader - 🔞NSFW🔞
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Synopsis: Ghost is complicated: He forgot but tried to fix it... in his own style.
Content: Blowjob; humping; edging; ass grinding; fingering; sweet talking; size difference kink; angst; romantic; bit of fluff; slice of life; cumshot; GhostxReader; WomensDay;
Note: based on @bettybattaglia's art (pic above was cut on purpose).
When you had tacitly agreed to date Simon you had already taken into account that in him you wouldn’t find the gallant and delicate Prince Charming, yeah.
You hated fairy tales anyway and dark romance was definitely more thrilling.
However, managing Ghost wasn't easy.
Especially when he went missing for days and No Contact was a rule even though he wasn't deployed: he was there, but as a shadow. A persistent, obsessive presence that got you neither free nor officially engaged.
Unhappy.
Not upset or angry, you were simply unhappy.
Blue days, black nights passed one after the other; today, simply one of them. Yet when every girl in the office told how their man had taken them to dinner the night before for Women's Day it bothered you a little.
Maybe even more than a little.
Not a dinner, not a flower, not a message you’ve got.
You knew that identity didn't matter much to that freak, but what the heck.
And it’s for this reason that, now, your thumb easily scrolled across the display, rejecting his second incoming call:
After it the tenth came along with 6-7 messages.
Fed up, you turned off the phone as you started the car to go back home.
The setting of a warm March sun warmed your sad and frowning face while the first shades of night enveloped your apartment.
Closing the front door behind you and turning on a dim lamp, you sighed deeply: everything was as you'd left it, yet you hoped that he'd be there waiting for you.
“I really fucked with the wrong guy” you hissed as you slowly got rid of your clothes.
Your jacket, shirt, hair finally loosened, the underwear on the floor and the bare feet wandering in the dark of the silent environment of your bedroom heading towards the bathroom for a hot shower.
This was the plan but no, things with Simon never go as planned.
Your stomach and heart knew this well.
Pushed with your naked body against the cold wall and your breath stuck in your throat, your eyes could only glimpse the towering shadow of that man who was slowly changing your existence.
His demanding fingers entangled in your curls tightened their grip until they pressed your cheek into the wall opening lips too sweet to resist, yet Simon transformed his desire into arrogance: the hand that pushed on your bottom grabbed your naked flesh without blinking.
His scent invaded your nostrils, saliva began to trickle from your lips and before you knew it his were in front of yours.
“If I call, you pick up. Got this?”
Answering would have been easy if only your heart rate hadn't spiked when Simon's warm body crashed into you.
Clinging onto him, you felt what he felt: the softness of the wool sweater, the piercing on his right nipple, his sculpted abs contracted by light vibrations, the shortness of breath, even his heartbeat and, gladly, his erection.
His dick, packed into that useless jeans, was eager to rub itself once again on your bare, soft skin, against the curve of your ass, between your legs and in that narrow wet space that gave him access to paradise.
“Doll, words”, Simon insisted but no, there were no words that could form your lips which, now more than ever, wanted everything of him. So you moaned, and that was his ticket to hell.
“Shit!” he hissed through his teeth in anger and adoration.
Taking complete possession of your body, so small compared to his, he felt so superior that he ran both hands between your wet legs and on your sides, squeezing, pinching and biting you, so sure as he was that he was commanding you and conquering you but no:
When he grabbed you by the neck and turned you against the wall, your eyes shone like nocturnal comets and that smile full of confidence drove him insane: you had fooled him.
As always and since ever.
He smashed his lips against yours without hesitation, devouring both yours and his breath.
Standing on tiptoe, your cold hands got lost in his hair just long enough for him to bend down, lift you up and push his calloused fingers between your intimate, wet folds during that kiss that deprived both of you of oxygen.
Your arched back relaxed as he lifted you even higher, the kiss was broken and your breasts became his personal playground.
Moaning under his bites, you felt his steel body radiate heat but it wasn't enough, you wanted more: even more of his hands up and down your ass, more of his thumb dancing on your clit, more of his fingers that drew from your vagina like a source of holy water ready to bless his cursed soul.
Your nipples, red and covered in his saliva, his marks, made you feel like a mother breastfeeding her hungry new-born for the first time and he, with his big golden eyes, lowered you just enough to make you feel how much his erection was ready for you.
“I'm not what every woman dreams of, you know this. Yeah, Love?” he asked while began a silent humping challenge between you two.
Your small hands undid his belt as he got rid of the rest.
“I'm not right, I don't deserve all this, and yet I still want you mine, Doll, all mine…” he said before you could start kissing him again, biting him harder, saying:
“I'm not Every woman. I am me, and I want you."
His tongue didn't waste time going back to where it belonged: your sweet mouth, in the space between your collarbones, on your chest, the curve of your hips, navel, your inner thighs, your sweet clitoris and shaved mons.
Everything about you belonged to him and he was ready to give you all of him, which is why he laid you on the ground, on that soft black carpet that you had chosen together as first purchase of your new home as a couple: there was no time to waste.
Kissing every inch of him, the worn texture of his skin gave you shivers: scars, stitches, some scratches and burned skin.
This was Simon, but it was also Ghost.
As you unzipped his pants and your big eyes drilled into his soul, his dripping erection selfishly asked for your heat, so you licked his length, biting lightly on the tattooed groin.
His veins throbbed so painfully that Simon had to caress your face and trace your swollen lips: he was begging you.
You sucked his thumb first and then, while Simon began to masturbate and edging seeing how you played with your clit, you asked:
Simon pulled his head back, sighing deeply as a certain amount of precum leaked from his tip, too slick to waste: a small, quick and sweet lick of yours, followed by a more thorough one as he spat on his glans and you, opening your mouth, you just… waited: words were not needed, he knew.
Simon spat in your mouth.
Then his hand guided you from behind your neck, putting his entire length into your mouth until you almost gagged.
“Christ on a stick”, he hissed.
Saliva, tears and love were what you both wanted, but you wanted more.
“Ghost”, you said, coughing and catching air, “I want Ghost too”, and Simon didn't have to be told twice: he quickly retrieved the mask left on the armchair next to the bed and put it on with ease.
Now, there was absolutely no escape from both of them: you had won.
He pushed you to the ground again and, this time, with no permission he inserted his veiny cock into that soft treasure chest that was your mouth.
Your tongue massaged his frenulum sweetly, and for each of your moans your vocal cords gave him tickling vibrations.
Never been a fan of blowjobs, Simon hated eye contact, but seeing you choke with tears in your eyes, long black eyelashes fluttering and your pupils on him was a heavenly sight.
Kneeling over you, your little hands caressed his legs, his belly, his scrotum, and it was precisely when you also started masturbating that very sensitive area that he lost it: pulling it out quickly and without ever stopping masturbating the burning glans, Simon cummed all over you.
Your doll face, your shining eyes, your plump lips: you were his territory, marked.
You didn't stop caressing him as he was still shaking from the orgasm, his hot sperm on your cheeks and his eyes so proud of you made you forget all previous unhappiness, but still...
"You owe me a dinner. You won't get away so easily" you said winded.
“Dinner? You just had a lunchbox, wasn't that enough?” he asked, still excited.
That's when he laughed & the mask couldn't do anything to cover his happiness that you knew:
That vision lasted just a sec but those simple words of yours had pierced his hard armour.
He took you into his world, the one in which there was no room for dinners, flowers or messages, but there was a life made of small, heartfelt moments like these:
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