Pairing : Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Wife!reader
Cw : Explicit sexual content(18+), Breeding/Pregnancy kink, Domestic Simon being a little weird.
You wanted a baby. So he would give you a baby. It was as simple as that.
It was basically another excuse to pump you full every chance he got. How could he refuse?
As it went on, though, you got more eager, getting books, watching videos, and relaying to him what you could possibly expect from your pregnancy; a round, stretched belly, swollen ankles, heavy tits were all he remembered.
And it started with him getting hard at just the thought of successfully breeding you, and then he began wanting to fuck you with your heavy belly.
He discovered something about himself, he might have a thing for pregnant women—No, he had a thing for you being pregnant.
And it wasn’t coming fast enough, leaving him with this mouth-watering fantasy.
The words ‘Baby’, ‘Pregnant’, and even ‘Bump’ got a sleeper agent response out of him. Whatever he was doing would be dropped, and he’d turn to baby-making mode.
Proof?
You had just gotten out of the shower and foolishly talked about how one of your friends made ‘baby’ pretzels.
And now, you were on his lap, letting out a needy whine as he thrust into your slippery warmth.
Your walls were always ready and eager to take him.
Your hips rolled, letting him feel every slick and puffy ridge of your cunt, as if he wasn't already rock solid inside of you.
Those lazy, urgent fucks were your favorite.
He pulled your shirt off, kissing your neck his hand roaming around your body, his palm slid up covering your stomach.
“Can’t wait until you're full and round, and these—”
His palms gently cupped, taking his time tasting your tits.
“—are plump and throbbing,” he muttered, his cock twitching inside of you. He was getting riled up by his own imagination.
“God, you’ll be so fucking gorgeous,” he panted against your skin, rutting into you.
A frown formed on your brows, and a soft chuckle passed your lips, “Do you actually want a baby or do you just want to knock me up?”
“Both,” he rasped, hips moving upwards to meet yours. “I want to fuck you pregnant too,” he admitted.
A weird sound came out of your throat, a mix of moan and laughter, your head falling on his shoulder.
Used to your husband developing kinks around any of your predicaments, so you immediately played into it.
“I’ll be stuffed full with your seed?”
“Yes…,” he breathed out, licking and biting your skin.
You picked up the speed, using the muscle of his thighs as leverage.
“I’ll struggle to walk...” You trailed. He nodded, his breath ragged. You mewled, feeling your own pleasure building in your stomach, “Rely on you…needing you to play with my cunt cause I can’t reach?”
“Fuck yes…” he managed, as you bounced on him, his finger found your clit, your head fell back chasing your release, your nails digging into his thighs.
“Si—” you sucked a breath, as you trembled in your release.
He tightened his grip on you, pushing up with a deep cervix-bruising thrust, and he spilled inside of you.
He kissed your lips and, without wasting a second, flipped you over, legs up against the bed frame, sliding a pillow under your lower back.
Yeah, it wasn’t a joke to him. Simon was on a mission, and he would get the job done.
You lay there, gazing at your husband, who was sitting, back straight against the headboard, arm crossed, as if in a serious operation of guarding your legs where they were held up.
A few snickering sounds escaped you.
“You’re laughing again?” he said, his lips curling faintly. The way he looked at you was the pure definition of heart eyes.
“Sorry, honey,” you said through stifled laughter, “But you realise you get kinks from my predicaments, right?”
“Do I?” he asked, tilting his head. You nodded.
“Just like when I broke my wrist and asked you to help paint my toes…you asked to fuck my feet.”
“You have pretty feet,” he shrugged. You bit your lip, stopping another goofy laugh from slipping.
You’d lie if you said your husband wanting to fuck you in any state possible wasn’t one of the hottest things about him, but how far did it go?
“Si?” you called, and a deep hum drummed his chest in response.
“Is there a state you wouldn’t want to fuck me in?” you asked, and his lips twitched.
“Dead, I’d leave you some dignity,” he replied a bit too fast, and the most baffling part is that you were not 100% sure he was joking.
“You’re so fucking annoying.” You giggled and tried to roll out of the position, but he held both legs up in his hand like he was holding a freshly caught fish.
“Hold position. Three minutes left,” he stated with a glare that clearly meant 'lay back down and let my cum take.'
We’ve heard of shy reader who’s scared of sitting on Johnny’s face, or at least not willing to put their whole weight onto it.
How about reader who unapologetically will, letting their weight trap his face between their thighs.
You’re holding onto the headboard and rubbing yourself on his nose as if it owed you money.
Eyes tight shut, mouth apart, chasing your next orgasm.
Your body shuddered, your head falling back, and curses tumbling out of your lips.
Your ears rang, and your mind fogged from how hard you just came.
This caused you to almost forget the poor Sergeant between your legs.
His nails dug into the flesh of your supple thighs, eagerly slurping up and stroking his cock. His hips bucked as he came, a choked moan vibrating into your sensitive parts and causing another tremor out of you.
“Fuck...” You moaned as you pulled away, lowering yourself to his chest instead.
At the sight of him, you bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
His hair was sticking to his forehead, his pupils were blown, and he had a dumb look plastered on his flushed face.
His chin and nose glistened, still wet with a mix of his spit and your leftover slick.
“You’re alright down there?” You chuckled.
His mouth parted, but no word came out.
His lungs were screaming to take deep breaths. He could only nod as his chest hastily rose and fell under you.
He was most definitely suffocating.
Yet for someone who just grazed death, he had an air of beatitude.
You leaned down, kissing his lips,
“I told you I’d get lost in the moment. You should’ve tapped out if you needed air.”
He shook his head, “I don’t think I wanted any.”
“Is that right?” You asked, a smirk spreading on your lips.
“Bonnie, I saw the stars.” He breathed out.
“Those were spots, babe, you were out of oxygen…”
“T’was fucking beautiful.” He muttered, still a little out of it. “Do it again.”
“How about you catch your breath first, hm?” You laughed, gently wiping his face.
It’s safe to say, after this, you’d get a few more close calls, because his new favorite way to cum was while being smothered by your thighs.
Another morning, you found yourself looking for more food, but this time alone. Maybe you would be lucky to find a new magazine about babies.
You took a deep breath exhaling sharply, you made your decision, you made your choice.
A simple can of tea, it wasn’t food, but it was something. You shoved it in your bag.
Suddenly a loud bang echoed from downstairs. The sound made your eyes widen. A muffled noise made you put your ear out.
Zombies? No, they were making coherent words. Shit, did you trespass in someone’s territory? You just needed some food for you and the baby.
The sound grew louder; they were climbing the stairs! Your heart drummed in your chest. They were getting closer.
“Clear!” You heard, and you struggled to be quiet. You quickly found a locker sliding yourself inside it, closing the door as quietly as you could. The footsteps finally arrived in the room coming your way. You try to stay as still as possible.
You heard movement, a shift in the room. “On the second floor,—“ the voice cut off when you heard the sound of shuffling then a zipper. Then your eyes widened.
Your backpack!
You managed to gather something for yourself, and now whoever this was had it. You finally found food, and now you lost it. You were going to starve! “No” you breathed out. Your eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth. What fucking idiot!
Did they hear you?
There was just silence. Maybe they had left while you were deep in your thoughts. The silence stretched. Maybe now you could—
The door ripped open, you yelped, pulling your knees closer to your chest, but no use. You were pulled by your collar, yanked out of your hiding place. Stumbling to the floor. You heard the click of a gun. “Wait, wait, wait” you called out, raising your hand in surrender.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, while another hand subconsciously shielded your stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was someone’s spot,” you cried. “I didn’t mean to steal, I’ll just leave okay, keep the bag?” You stammer, your bladder was almost threatening to make you piss yourself.
When there was no response you opened your eyes to meet brown ones. They seemed as surprised as you.
He dropped to one knee, pulling your hoodie back, revealing your face. His eyes were showing a mix of emotion as they roamed around your face.
“You're…a survivor,” his voice cracked a bit as he cupped your face feeling your warmth, making sure you were real, “Thank goodness,” he breathed out.
His eyes turned to the side, he seemed to be listening to something in his earpiece. You have time to evaluate your situation. He was wearing a vest with the British flag on the center, was he in the British army? But underneath he was wearing a blue dress shirt and jeans. Not very military…
Maybe he just robbed a dead soldier.
He clicked the radio on his chest
“2nd floor, I found something, Sir!” He called, standing up, eyes not leaving you.
“Gaz!” You suddenly heard, his head momentarily looked away from you. To the door, then back at you.
“Second door, left!” He answered. Not long after someone barged through the room.
“Yer a’right ?” He asked him and the first man jerked his head towards you on the floor. The other head turned to you.
Two other men walked in analysing the scene. They were all in military gear and heavily armed. One with a fisherman’s hat, the other with a ski mask.
They all looked not only surprised but a bit dazed, like they were seeing a ghost.
“Christ…” one of them walked towards you, you shifted back slightly, he stopped. “Were ar’t gonna hurt ye,” he said.
“What happened back there?” The masked one asked.
You were not sure what he was talking about. “I found this place, I was just looking for food,”
“You were alone?” He asked, you nodded standing up. “My group left me…” you paused. Contemplating you were alone, these people seemed fed and somewhat clean. They must have a group too. You can’t tell them the reason, you were alone. You would lose your last chance. Before it was too big to hide under layers of clothes. “I found food, I’m willing to share, if you take me in, I can be quite useful.”
“They…left you?” Gaz asked, perplexed. You nodded.
There was a slight moment when they debated with their eyes. The two hopeful men suddenly looked defeated again.
“What's wrong with you?” The one with the hat asked, his voice was full of suspicion. You raised your shoulder, shaking your head.
“Nothing's wrong with me,” you answered,
“You’re better off not lying to me, love” he warned, “Are you bit?”
“What? No! I swear, I’m not!” Your eyes darted around the room.
“It’s summer, and you have quite a few layers on .” He said,
“I-I get cold easily” you lied, he sighed.
“Take them off,” he asked, your eyes widened, you took a step back.
“I don’t understand”
“Strip,” the masked man said, raising his gun. You raised your hand in surrender.
“Sorry about this love but I will need to check your body,” Gaz said.
Your eyes darted to all the men. If you removed your clothes they would see your baby bump. It just started to grow and be noticeable. “B-but, I have no bites, I promise”
He shook his head. “Sorry love, can't take your word for it, if you have nothing to hide then it should be easy, yeah?”
“You want to be taken in, that’s the requirement,” you sniffle looking around once more. You nodded, two of them turned around. While the masked man remained put hand secured on his gun.
You removed your jacket and shoes. “Shirt and pants too” he ordered. You removed the rest standing with only your underwear, holding your side. It was easy to hide underclothes with a newly growing belly, with layers but now you were fully exposed. Your heart palpitated from their scrutiny.
Gaz took no time and stepped closer and removed the hand that was covering your chest, turning your arm around delicately, but hastily. His hand gliding over you, he turned you around and continued his search. You hadn’t been touched in a while, your hormones were acting up. Feeling goosebumps, shivering under his touch. If he noticed he said nothing. After a thorough inspection, he smiled softly at you.
“No bites” he said, helping you dress back up, only when you were fully dressed, did Gaz spoke again. “All good,” he said and they turned back around,
“Sorry, it was necessary,” The man said walking to you, you nodded.
“I’m John Price” he said
“Yn Yln”
The man besides you hesitated a bit, scratching the back of his neck.
“Not to be a knob but, are you…” Gaz hesitated looking at the other “perhaps…pregnant?” he asked, clearing his throat. Your face drained, he noticed.
Your bottom lip trembled despite yourself. You seemed to cry a lot lately. “I promise it's not a problem-” you quickly said, they exchanged looks, you already thought it was over.
“Hey, no, don’t cry,” he quickly held your hand. “That’s why they left.”
You heard a loud exhale, peeking over Kyle’s shoulder. The masked men had lowered his gun.
In no time you were sitting on a chair.
“How far along are you,” John asked, you chew on your lips, glancing past his shoulder to the man with the masked man.
“Don’t mind him, just look at me.” He said holding your chin guiding your eyes to him “Answer my question.”
“Five months…I–please don’t hurt my baby” you cried,
“Shh, it’s okay. That's quite the predicament you’re in,” he said looking down at your small bump.
“Was the father in the group?” Kyle asked, frowning. You shook your head.
“No, he was the chief leader of the first group I was in…He said I wouldn’t get my period, He promised he’d take care of me, I’m was so stupid,”
“The bastard, he abandoned you?”
You nodded slowly, “I didn’t want to get rid of my baby. I’m stupid I know, but I don’t have anything else just to me, they're my blessing,” you replied rubbing your bump, tears streaming down your face, “My recent group found out and I got kicked out again, b-but I’m not a problem I swear, I pull my weight.”
The man in the room turned their attention to John, his arms crossed looking down at you, deep in his thought.
“That’s two extra mouths to feed, she will have no mobility in a short while, the brat if it survives will cry. Too many liabilities, Sir” the mask man said, shaking his head.
“Please let me stay with you just a little while, I can’t survive out there—please, I beg, you won’t even know I’m here, a-and I know I’m pregnant…but I don’t eat a lot and my baby will be quiet, I’ll make sure of it.” You continued to glance around pleading. “O-or” you licked your dry lips, “I-I’ll leave as soon as they are born, I just need time to gather things, yesterday they didn’t let me take anything with me.”
“The ones up in the abandoned school were the group?” John asked, concerned.
“Y-You met them?”
“Something like that,” he hummed, rubbing his beard. “A blessing indeed…”
“A baby cries if it needs to sleep, eat, it will cry if you don't change its nappies fast enough. What will you do if we have to run, you won’t be able to hide, or quiet it down.”
“I-I find a solution, in time.” You replied your head low,
“Then raising a child takes resources, time, energy,” he continued.
“How d’ye plan on doin’ that alone?” Another asked.
“We can manage a pregnant woman, can’t we, Sir?” Gaz stated, your head shot up, looking at their faces. Were you hearing their tone correctly?
“I think so,” their captain said, nodding his head. “But the pregnant lady, be in the house with you lots?”
“Yes!” You said quickly standing up “Yes, I’ll be so quiet, I’ll behave.”
“No need for all that, for that love,” he said “You’re under Kyle’s watch until we get home.”
“I found you, it’s only normal you’re under my care,” Kyle said smiling.
Suddenly you felt arms wrap around your form. You were trapped in an embrace. Obscuring your view.
“Sorry lass” the man hugging you said. “The lads arn huggers and felt like ye and I needed it”
“Soap get off”
“It’s okay…” you said, not able to hide your surprise, you hugged him back. You forgot when was the last time you had a real one.
“Hell wit’ tha bastard, we’ take care of ye”
“Thank you,”
—-
They brought you along, you learned everyone’s name, that they were ex military, that explained the outfits, and their code names.
Finally you saw the shape of a building on the horizon. Your eyes widen slightly.
“You have a house?” You asked, “on the open?”
“The perimeter is secured and there are traps; those creatures can't walk through.”
“You’re not with the rest of the military?”
“We're all that’s left of our squad, there isn't much to protect than ourselves, now you” Kyle said smiling.
Further back the two other men were watching closely.
Ghost turned to Price, his face was covered but his eyes were screaming, he was opposed to it and for good reasons.
“I know.” John said, sighing.
“It's a bad idea, Sir,” Ghost voiced.
“ I know,” he repeated “but we haven't seen any sign of life for months now, she's the only survivor of her group , that baby saved her life,”
He looked as Kyle and Johnny gathered around you asking you questions, smiling for the first time in a while.
“It’s a lot of constraint but it’s also hope, after all that happened, with Laswell and the others. They need it” he said, looking at you as laughed at some absurd comment Johnny probably made again.
“God knows, I do too,” he admitted looking back at the taller man, who remained silent.
“Hey, Ghost you're going to love this!” Kyle beamed, closing the gap between them.
“Yn, show him.”
You perk up following close behind wanting to do good “yes!” You exclaimed. You unzipped your bag.
“I got tea, it's not much, the place was already ransacked when I got there,” you said, holding out the little tin can to the tall man.
You walked closer to him, your hand extended, a hopeful look all over your pretty face. He blinked slowly.
You chewed on your cheek, when he didn’t respond, you swallowed, looking back, at the others. Didn’t they say he liked it?
“You hear that Simon,” Price smirked, glancing at Ghost rocking slightly. “She got you tea,” he said.
Simon hummed, “Already sucking up?” and muttered taking it from you. “smart girl,” he added.
Your lips curled into a smile, and suddenly he felt that maybe it wasn’t a bad idea.
You turned to the other two who were grinning at your beaming face.
“Come I'll show you where you can sleep!” Kyle said, taking your hand.
“You can sleep in my bed, it's the most comfortable one,” Soap explained.
“N-no I can't impose like this, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Don't worry about Johnny, he's house trained,” Simon said, following behind, John chuckled.
Cw : Detailed child birth, Anxiety, Thought of harm, Angst, Grieving.
Word count : 1,8k
Part 2
You gripped onto Simon, your nails digging into his skin, and he let you, not grunting nor complaining. Only kissing your temple whispering in your ear encouragement.
You gripped onto Simon, your nails digging into his skin, and he let you, not grunting nor complaining. Only kissing your temple whispering in your ear encouragement.
“You can do this, hold as tight as you want, I’m there, we got you”
“It’s okay, love you’re doing great, when you feel that pressure, that’s when you push alright?” Kyle said
“Fuuuck” you growled, throwing your head back. “I can’t, I can't burn it burns, I hate it! I hate it so much!”
“Aye, ye can, lass. Yer brave, yer doin’ grand, aye, Kyle?” Johnny called.
“You’re doing perfect, love” he said gently rubbing your bare thighs,
You bore down, pushing. You swore you went deaf for a few seconds until it was time to breathe again. Was it supposed to be this hard? Why wasn’t it just a few pushes, like in the movies? This felt like an eternity.
“There we go, that's right.”
You felt the baby finally leave your body. But something was wrong. The seconds passed, but no sound. Besides your panting, you didn’t hear a single cry.
“Kyle?” You mumbled, “Kyle what is happening?” he didn’t answer but what you heard was concerning.
“Breathe…Come on, little one, come on, little one,” you heard, his back was to you, but you could hear the panic in his voice. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” He rushed to the table, Price was right behind him.
“Gaz!” Johnny called, his eyes darting between the kitchen and you.
“W-Why isn’t he crying?” your voice was trembling “ A baby cries right?…why is he quiet?” you felt yourself breathing but no air seemed to be enough.
“Love, look at me” Simon said, turning your face so you looked at him, his forehead pressing against yours. “It’s okay, no matter what, we got you, deep breathes”
“No, no, It’s not!” You shook your head, your throat burning as tears streamed down your face. “I did everything, I was careful, we were so careful,” you sobbed, you turned to Johnny who was holding your hand so tightly it was shaking, his eyes were tightly shut, you had failed them.
You felt numb, wanted to cry but, this was absurd. The silence, enveloping you, you were freezing cold.
This was your fault, you did everything right, yet it was still your fault, you brought this upon them, you should have never been here, you could never be this happy ever in this life. You should—
Sharp little shrills echo in the room, Johnny exhaled sharply, turning to you. “Ah… fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, kissing your hand. You felt a pressure on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry” Simon muttered “ Fuck, I’m so sorry,”
Kyle walked back, grinning despite the tears glossing his eyes. He held the crying baby to his chest, wrapped in the small blanket you had prepared.
“I told you…It’s a little girl,” he said above a whisper of his own, as if he would break down if he talked any louder.
Your head fell back, tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed loudly.
He keeling next to you, quickly brushing your tears, you held your hand out. You wanted to hold her. Feel her, see her breathing.
She was handed to you, you held her close, marvelling on her little face.
“She’s so small,” you whispered. Exhaustion threatening to take over, your lids slowly fluttered fighting the urge to shut them.
“Look at ye, wee hen, jus perfect, arn’t ye?” Johnny cooed.
“I’m warning you, I’m never doing this again,” Kyle said. You tugged on his shirt, kissing him deeply.
“Thank you” you whispered against his lips.
“I’m serious, my heart won’t hold out," he chuckled against your cheek before kissing it.
“Someone needs to go check on the captain though, I think we lost him in there.”
You both chuckled. John finally walked out of the kitchen walking to kneel next to you. “You were bloody perfect” he breathed out, kissing your head.
“There was nothing to worry about” You whispered, drained.
A day passed. Now, they were all in the bedroom. Johnny was holding her, she let out little coos and melted the man’s heart. He couldn’t get enough. She was so small and so precious.
You laid resting on Price’s chest, watching them.
“You can put her down, now,” Kyle said, patting the sweat off your forehead.
“Never” he said smiling faintly “you want to stay in papa soap’s arm forever,” he cooed as he gently rocked her, she yawned, raising her little fist.
“See?” he said, his voice cracking slightly, trying his best not to glance your way.
You had gotten paler and were shivering every so often. They knew exactly what was happening. Kyle was frantic, looking for a solution. They had gone scavenging for any type of antibiotics, to no avail.
Putting another wet compress on your forehead made you shiver.
“I’ll find some today okay” Kyle said, glancing at Price, pulling away. “Well go a bit further out if I have to, w-we should find some, I’ll find something”
“Wouldn’t it be outside our perimeter, it’s not safe” you said through a shaky breath. “ I’ll be fine”
“No, You won’t!” Kyle replied “this is not a bloody cough! you—” your hand reached to him he immediately leaned towards it kissing your hand. “I’m sorry, so sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong,” he choked “ I don’t know how to fix, I gave you all the meds I have, I don’t know why it’s working, should have be been more careful”
“You took good care of me, just like you’ll take good care of her,” you muttered.
“We're focusing on you at the moment,” Price said, brushing your hair.
“I wish I could hold her” you cried, “I didn’t make her sick did I”
“No, she’s healthy and beautiful,” Kyle kissed your forehead.
“I swear she has my nose,” Johnny said to you, you let out a breathing laugh. You felt like you kept up, getting more tired.
“She’s gorgeous then,” you muttered, you felt heavy, then it dawned on you. You didn’t give her a name yet. You’d do it…you just needed to rest just a little while, you’d do it when you woke up.
~~~~
The sound of impatient whines echoed in the room.
“You’re slooow”
“I know YN, just a minute okay?” Kyle said softly, wrapping the red bow at the end of the braid.
“Daddy, hurry!” She whined kicking her feet from the high chair.
“There! all done!” Kyle said. She kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, but you are slow when you braid.” she said in an exaggerated voice.
She was pulled from behind and lifted up and flipped in the air.
A giggle escaped her. “What an impatient lass, who raised you this way?”
“You did!” She squealed “you never wait when daddy Kyle make cookies”
“Rascal! Yer callin’ me out?” He said, shaking her playfully, her little head rocking back and forth as her little laugh filled the air.
“But Daddy’s taking so long!” She pouted,
“Your mommy likes the braids,” Kyle said, putting away the brush. Johnny put her on his side kissing her temple.
“Well let him get ready, love, let’s get some sweets while we wait.” Walking out of the bedroom to the kitchen.
“Well get scolded again, Simon said I had to not eat too much,”
“Today is special. Daddy will allow it” he said she grinned. She had your exact smile.
“My precious little girl,” he kissed her head once more. Her dads were always so nice on this day. But they also look so sad, she couldn’t fully understand. But she did her best not to upset them. Daddy Kyle was the worst. He was always strict but on that day it was worse.
Simon and her other Daddy were already seeing you. She wanted to join them as soon as possible. He wrapped the scarf around her neck and she shifted one foot to the other.
“What did I say about running?!” Kyle scolded holding her little hand.
“She’s right, yer the fun police” Johnny joked, following close behind.
“She doesn't know who the police are, I know you taught her that” he retorted. Johnny smile sheeply,
They reached the little clearing, she beamed as she saw the two other man.
“Simon!” She squealed, running to him.
“YN!” Kyle called out reaching for her but little feet were fast, a curse and a blessing to them, he rolled his eyes. “This child, is going to kill me!”
She jumped in Simon’s arms “You didn't eat breakfast today, Si.”
“I wasn’t hungry,” he rested his head on her little one briefly “don’t be like me alright?”
“Never! Breakfast is sooo important!”
“She eats for a whole regimen” John said, pinching her cheek “we'll be in ruins because of that little thing,” he handed her the flowers almost as big as her head.
“Go on,” he said softly.
Simon puts her down, brushing the little dress, he just gifted her for her birthday. It was his best work yet. She looked so cute, steps determined and she reached you.
“Hello mommy” she quipped, “ we brought you flowers.” She said putting them down.
She reached in her pocket pulling out her folded little drawing and putting it in the little box next to your grave.
“For my birthday I got a biiig cake, and my daddies got me coloured pencils, so I made you a pretty picture,” she said. “I hope you like it mommy,” she looked back at the men then back at you “I think they miss you a lot, I miss you too, if you could come back just a day, I think daddies would be very happy,”
John walked closer lowering himself “Love, I explained why she couldn't, right?” He said a frown formed on her face but she nodded, hugging her little plushy closer to her chest, her favorite toy.
“If you're too tired, it’s okay, rest well mommy, I love you.” She kissed her little fingers and put them on the ground.
She stood up spinning on her heels as she took a quick step, her eyes caught Kyle’s warning ones and she slowed down, casually walking to John taking his hand as if she did nothing wrong.
“You did good love,” Price said, picking her up. “We’ll leave the others, wanna go play?”
“Tea party!”
“Hmmm, dirt biscuits” he said, she giggled while hugging him.
She rested her head on his shoulder watching your grave going further. She always wondered why you had to rest for so long. Why didn’t you stay? When she asked John told her they were allowed only one blessing and you chose her. She always thought it was odd. As she allowed four.
Masterlist
Oh, what is that feeling, did I just stab myself? I was also listening to kalandra, so let me tell you, streams down my face. Or maybe it’s sad to me cause I’m on my period. Anyway, enjoy?! <3
Pairing : Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader
Cw: Explicit sexual content(18+), Jiu-jitsu/wrestling, Afab!Reader, Sweat...a lot of sweat, Oral (f. receiving), Manhandling, Overstimulation, Unprotected sex, Creampie
word count : 2,3k
The air was humid. The room was filled with your panting, moaning.
The floor, both sticky and slippery with sweat.
“Fuck—“
He flipped you over, slamming you on the tatami mat. You let out a loud uhmft, your breath cut short.
He froze, swallowing before crawling over to check on you. “You’re alright, doll?”
You made a quick okay sign, staring at the ceiling.
It was an hour after the sessions actually ended. The studio closing was entrusted to you, but you weren’t ready to leave.
You swallowed hard, in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
Simon sighed and laid next to you. You glanced over.
He was drenched in sweat, mirroring you yet his breathing was more controlled, ultimately getting on your nerves. You rolled your eyes, shifting your gaze back to the ceiling.
It felt like you were giving your all, while he was barely putting effort and still winning every single round today.
Yes, he was much bigger than you, but you had more experience.
Just a few months ago, you were far ahead of him. He was at your mercy, stuck in taping streaks.
Now? He was the one turning every which-way but loose.
Hence your nickname, ‘doll’.
He didn’t mean fragile, delicate, like a porcelain doll, but soft, bendable, like a rag doll.
You needed a win today or you’d go crazy.
Deep in your frustration, you were unaware of the way he was watching the sweat drop decorating your skin. Drinking the sight of your face, your parted lips, studying the way your tongue ran across them.
Those were little glimpses he would get when you were dazed, run down by him and lost in your thoughts.
He blinked to stare back at the ceiling when you abruptly rolled over, pressing on your palms, pushing yourself up to sit on your legs.
“Get up,” you called, still breathless.
After a short glance, he replied “Let’s take a break.”
You frowned, shaking your head.
“Don’t be a bitch, c’mon, one more round,” you tapped his thigh, urging him and he scoffed.
Never had anyone talked to him the way you do.
Overtaking you was a breeze, but he had tried to match your strength.
Maybe he shouldn’t have.
Though he was a beginner in jiu-jitsu, he did wrestle before. They first paired him with you, because you had the best techniques, and a patient student always ready for a challenge.
However, with his experience, quick learning and size, you never stood a chance.
“C’mon, I’ll get you this time.” You said lowering yourself on his stomach, holding your fist to him.
He sighed, your fists colliding.
You smiled, satisfied, “don’t make it easy,”
“I never do.”
His hips pushed upwards, jerking you forward, arms already hooked on your elbow pulling down, a firm press on your hips flipping you over.
You blinked, your back already flat on the mat with him between your legs.
A groan rumbled in your chest, it was your fault for going for a low mount.
Your legs hooked around his waist and shoulder, going for a triangle but he held himself upwards pushing your thigh preventing you from breaking his posture.
Your tired legs weren’t squeezing as hard as before, making his manoeuvring easy, and keeping his arms out of reach.
His thigh found its way between your legs pressing down rubbing against your center surprising you with a brief wave of pleasure. You bit a soft whimper, praying that he didn’t notice.
The sensation had awakened a burning needy feeling between your legs. A culmination of months of frustration, without much thought your leg grip tightened chasing that feeling.
Not finding an escape from you, he returned to his position managing to free his shoulder, then pressing his lips tight when he felt legs squeezing down, now around his waist.
He leaned forward, his warm body pressed against yours, his hips twisted and pushed forward again.
A moan escaped you.
Your only relief was that he seemed too busy trying to untangle from your legs to notice.
His arm sliding behind you, the fabric of his shorts barely hiding the size of him, was pressing and rubbing against your crotch creating delicious friction.
Your eyes shut briefly, biting your lip, relishing on a feeling you haven’t felt in months.
This was so fucking wrong.
You were disgusting, you should tap out and get away, yet you couldn’t, just a little more—
He pressed your thighs apart, pressing down again now more purposefully.
A needy moan slipped your lips.
Your eyes snapped open, and he was already gazing at you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
His shirt sticking to his body, blond hair now brown with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
More importantly, his eyes were laser focused on your face, as if deciphering a new language.
Fuck.
“I…uh…you…I’m sorry,” you stammered, legs coming loose from around him, ready to pull away.
You were stopped by another hard grind. A puff of air left your lungs, your walls clenching instinctively, wanting, needing to be filled, soaking your panties with anticipation.
His hands fell to your hips, with a firm hold. His hips moved more aggressively, it was almost painful the way his hard-on rubbed against you, each time sending delicious tingles down your stomach.
No words were needed, your nails dug onto his biceps, pulling him closer, his lips finally meeting yours. Not risking him changing his mind.
What you didn’t know was that your practice partner was also pent up.
Rolling with you was a battle not in the sports sense.
No.
You were a moaner, whether you realised it or not.
He lost count of the number of times he had you humming, panting, whimpering in his ear.
How many times did he have to end the late sessions early to jerk off in the shower, wrapping his fist tight around himself, imagining how his cock would feel stuffed in your mouth. Punishment for teasing him the whole session.
When he first heard that whimper, his cock twitched, and he needed to get away before you could noticed the tightness growing in his pants.
But then, he heard it, a real moan.
He was sure. That was from pleasure. He heard you enough times to know.
That sound was the one he painted in his mind many times.
When rolling. When your cunt was right in his face.
The sound he was sure you’d make when you were one short rip away from being tasted.
One thin fabric away from satiating his hunger.
He was disgusting, that’s what he thought.
But here you were now. Mouth busy on his, eyes tightly shut, your hips desperately joining his.
Poor thing was just as desperate.
He slid his palm under your shirt, removing it, he wanted to taste you. More of you.
His lips left yours and kissed down your neck all the way to your chest, hands full of your tits, he licked up the curve of your breast, his tongue flattened over one nipple while thumb brushing over the other.
You arch your back, biting your lip but head creeped on your neck. You were sticky and sweaty, it must be gross for him.
He on the other had was busy. His mouth now just below your tit, kissing, sucking your skin and licking your sweat on the way down, eager for his main course.
You felt his breath on your stomach and quickly reached down, stopping his face from moving further, your eyes wide with worry.
His head tilted, short panic in his eyes, scared that you would want to stop.
“Wait…wait, we’ve been…I’m sweating, it’s okay, if you don’t…l-let me wash up first—”
He refrained from sighing in relief. That’s what it was?
His leg hooked under yours flipping you over your face down the wet mat, his arm hooked under you, pushing your hips up.
“Doll, I’m a grown man,” he replied, kissing your lower back, you clearly feeling it enough to think of such nonsense.
He’d fix that.
He gripped the waistband of your leggings and panties, pulling off your ass, nails escaping your bare skin in a rush.
The cold air made you clench. His palm sliding up the back of your thigh, spreading you, leaving your pussy glistening for him to see.
You were embarrassed? There was no need to be with such a beautiful cunt.
You gasped when you felt his mouth on you, his tongue dragged between your folds
“Fucking hell,” He groaned against you, gripping firmly on your thighs. You tasted velvety against his tongue.
His tongue lapped and lips suck like he was starving.
He moaned again sending another vibration though you core, leaving your thighs shaking.
His hips jerked forward against nothing, he could come only from this. His mind couldn’t even begin to replicate what he was tasting.
And your breathless, little choked moans…Fuck—to think all this time you could’ve been like this for him. If only he wasn’t such a…bitch.
He chuckled remembering your previous comment. He buried his face deeper savouring you.
Your fingers tug on his hair, not to pull him closer. You tried to twist away, overwhelmed, but his grip tightened, digits digging into your skin.
His tongue fucking into you, just to hear that little whimper tickling your throat.
“W-wait if you—fuck”
You could hear him slurping, licking. Trying to make a full sentence was impossible, not when your walls were begging and crying for him.
“P-please…I need,”
He knew what you wanted. But right now, all you needed was to unravel on his mouth.
you cursed once again, losing your train of thought, breathing out gibberish, as you coated his tongue with your cum.
He hummed, swallowing it all, then reluctantly pulled away from his new favourite meal, his chin still wet with your juices.
You trembled as his fingers rubbed against your puffy clit, all the way to your entrance before plunging in, you whined wanting more, you glanced back, your brows furrowed.
“Tight grip, you got there,” he smirked, pressing another finger in, you closed your eyes, mouth falling open, “I know what you want,” he kissed the round of your ass.
He pulled back his fingers, wrapping them around his cock, wet with precum, he rubbed the tip along your folds coating it with the wetness of your needy cunt.
He pushed in grazing your awaiting walls, you mewled into the mat.
Right, that's what it felt like, that tingling feeling in your belly, the undeniable pleasure of being stuffed good.
“Jesus,” he exhaled through his nose, almost angry at how good you felt. His cock continued to stretch you out, every inch more mouth-watering than the first. “That cunt was made for my cock.” He pulled away and slammed back inside, your nails digging into the mat.
All you could do was let out a helpless cry.
Your knees slipped with the sweat on the soft flooring, but his hold tightened around your thigh, keeping your ass up.
“You wanted this, yeah? This is what you fuckin’ needed?” He said kissing the nape of your neck, cupping your tit, his finger pinching away, thrusting into you. “Hmm? I’m talking to you now love,”
“Yes…I…needed…”
“So take it. Every inch, like a good little doll, yeah?”
You gathered your strength arching further, presenting yourself better to him, he reached so deep it echoed and sent ripples all through your body.
“You want to come all over my cock, don’t you doll?”
“Yes, yes,” was all you managed to say.
“Good dollie,” he teased, “well, all you have to do is ask,” he mumbled on your skin.
“Please, please I wanna—fuck I want to cum…I just want…please” you begged, his palms regained their position on your hip, a tight bruising hold.
Fucking you like a dog, balls slapping against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure, your eyes rolled back drool dripping down your chin.
The mix of your slick and his precum, dripping from your thigh. Your eyes glazed over the wall mirrors, what a sight.
The side of your face was mushed against the tatami, as his dick went in and out with deep hard thrusts. Moulding his shape into you.
Your eyes switched to his face, the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, a proud smirk adorning his lip.
Gorgeous.
You pressed your forehead to the flooring, smaller hand covering his on your hip, finger intertwining.
You pressed your eyes tight shut, walls tightened around him, chasing that fluttering sensation, your toes curling, his cock twitching, his free hand rubbing your clit.
Your hands were too weak to stop him. Your hips bucked, legs trembling, but you had no escape from his grip.
“You know my name,” he hummed.
“Simon—“ he his fingers pinched over your overstimulating bud.
This was too much.
You let out what he could only describe as the most adorable squeak, your body entering an almost embarrassing state of convulsion.
He grunted as your walls spasmed around him. Not a word came out of you it felt like you were cumming through your very soul.
Your insides gripping, not ready to let go of such a good cock.
Good thing he wasn’t done. He pulled you back getting a better hold of your almost limp body, pressing your back against his chest guiding your chin so his lips could join yours once more, making you taste yourself.
His arms locked around your waist, breath was ragged against your lips.
You clenched down again, throbbing, desperate. He broke the kiss, his voice crack decorating your name as it passed his lips.
“Fuck,” his forhead falling on your shoulder as he rutted into you, chest heaving as he held you tight, his cock pulsing.
Pressed deep, his tip kissing your cervix, emptied his balls inside of you. You were too busy with the other climax coursing through you to protest.
For the first time today you rendered him breathless, though you weren’t much better, that was a win in your book.
He didn’t pull out, you felt light kisses on your shoulder, his rough palm caressing your body, reluctant to let go.
If you thought he would let that be a one time thing, you were dead wrong.
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hehehehe unironically most fun I've had writing smut
Synopsis: You’re a law student who performs shows at night, and you catch the eyes of a group of dangerous men.
CW: May contain mature content, poly relationship, afab!reader, very suggestive themes.
Bonus : Laces
They all stared at the laced underwear, delicately displayed on the glass table. Kyle spoke first.
“The most honest thing to do is to give it back to her. No bad conscience—“
“I’ll take it.” Johnny said, reaching forward, the other three men stood abruptly and Kyle blocked his way.
“Get off me,” Johnny pushed, “you said you didn’t want it.”
Kyle shoved him back.
“I never said that.” He defended
“You did.” Simon lied,
“I heard it too,” John nodded.
“Oh, fuck off!” Kyle exclaimed.
“I s’pose it leaves the three of us.” Johnny said ignoring him.
“I only said we should be correct about this,” Kyle cut in, “besides, I’m the one who found the thing, shouldn't I be the one to keep it?”
“You lost that advantage when you made it a group meeting.” John shrugged.
“You should have kept it for yourself, mate,” Simon added.
“I would’ve.” Johnny said, then took a frighteningly serious tone as he continued, “She always lets Simon in her room. He can steal one whenever he likes. Leave it to us, eh?” He pleaded.
“No.” Simon replied, they all glanced at him.
“You’ve stolen one before, haven’t you?” Kyle asked, Simon remained silent but Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “How many?”
“This one’s used.” Simon stated avoiding the question.
“Aye right, you can fuck off! That leaves us two. Price,” Johnny said. John’s hands fell on his hips, waiting for his proposition, “I’ll nosh your knob for it,”
“Come off it, you’ve done it for free,” he dismissed,
“I’ll suck harder—“
“We’re not fucking teenagers, are we? It’s a bloody pair of panties, we’re better than this.” Kyle tried to reason. Johnny looked almost offended.
“Speak for yerself mate, I’m fuckin' disgustin'. I'll take the fuckin' thing and have a wank over it!”
“Any other use would be a disservice, really.” Price nodded.
Simon hummed.
Kyle chewed on his lip, sensing he would lose to the three bigger men in front of him. He really should have kept this to himself.
“Well, I’m a decent bloke,” he started, “I’ll do the right thing and bring it to her” he lied, reaching for it, but was immediately blown off.
“Ye’d love that, huh, ye cheeky cunt,” Johnny snarled, his accent getting thicker as he got more riled up.
“Come on! it’s mine!” He finally admitted,
“She don' even fuckin' like ye!” Johnny yelled out frustrated.
“Should I remind you who’s currently higher on her shit list, Mr. Emotional?"
The upstairs door creaked open, and they heard footsteps as you skipped down the stairs.
Before anyone could react, Price reached forward, fingers wrapped around the lace, shoving it in his pocket right as you turned the corner.
“Hey, you guys seen my—“
Shocked by his own speed, John was unable to keep his victorious smile hidden.
He spun on his heels instead facing the window, his finger rubbing over his mouth silently laughing.
Kyle clicked his tongue, pushing off the table.
“Fuckin' bastard,” Johnny muttered furiously.
Simon, however, was the same stoic looming man, waiting for any inquiry you could have.
"Looking for something, dove?" He asked.
"My study book..." you trailed, a frown forming on your face as you took in the odd scene in front of you.
“What is going on?” You asked, instinctively looking at Johnny, his gaze softened when it met yours but you quickly looked away.
Realising you didn't mean to talk to him first.
“Did something happen?” You asked, this time to no one in particular. John finally managed to regain his composure.
“Nothing Doll, just business being…erratic this morning, I’m sorry,” John said as his fingers ran through his beard.
“Oh, I thought that maybe you'd found something…” you muttered disappointed.
John walked closer, “No, but rest assured, your issue is at the top of our priorities.”
“It's fine, I understand you have your…jobs on the side.” You said, glancing around the room hesitantly.
“What is it?” Kyle asked. You rolled your eyes, but answered anyway.
“I need to go shopping.” You said.
“With the amount of clothes you already have?”
“Not—" you sighed, "Don't be weird about it, but I need to go shop for some underwear…I was sure Simon brought a bunch but, ugh—whatever, is someone free to drive me?”
John bit his lip, turning to Simon, who held the most unbothered expression. Before he could say anything, a smile spread on your lips.
“Oh, the gentle giant’s free?” You asked, to which he tilted his head, unused to a positive nickname from you.
“Oh fuck off,” Johnny scoffed. You lost your smile, and he quickly retracted “Not you–”
“I’m sorry, didn’t want to impose.”
“You never impose,” Simon replied, immediately stepping closer.
“At least you’re always sweet,” You smiled softly.
Johnny rolled his eyes so hard he almost got a headache.
“It’s the least he can do,” Kyle muttered bitterly.
John cleared his throat, swallowing a laugh. “Sorry, love, we still have things to discuss. How about you get ready? Simon will take you out, yeah?”
“Yeah…okay...Thanks again!” you said, confusion plastered all over your face.
After you disappeared in your room and shut the door.
They all turned to the masked man.
“I think we’ve gone overboard with the stealing, haven’t we?” John said, raising a brow at his second in command.
“My mistake, I might have lost count.” He replied
“You lost count?!” Kyle yelled, “You absolute scumbag!” he walked out outraged.
There was a waitress at a pub that Kyle started bringing Johnny to. She was funny, had a mischievous glint in her eye, but also couldn’t remember him for shit.
It was amusing the first time, the second, but as it continued, it became a personal affront.
“Kyle! Same as always?” You said in your usual cheerful tone.
“You’d be a doll. One for my friend too.”
“Right, Donny isn’t that right?”
“So close.” He replied, trying to make light of it.
But when Simon started coming along. You recognised him from the second time, down to the drink he’d ordered.
Then it was Price’s turn. Same instant recall.
Now Johnny was sure you had something against him. And Kyle being a cheeky little prick did not help the issue.
“My boys are back!” You grinned, walking up to their table.
“Love, remember Johnny, right?” Kyle asked.
“I think so,” You hummed, leaning onto Kyle’s shoulder. You stared at Johnny for a moment and snapped your finger before gesturing to your head, “New haircut, right?”
“Same as it's always been.” He replied, your smile dropped, replaced by a soft grimace.
“Sorry, Kyle will tell you, I’m not the best with faces.” You said, tapping Kyle lightly, “Sit tight, I’ll get your drinks ready.”
“Cheers, love,” Kyle called.
Johnny watched you walk away and chewed on his lip. It was eating him up.
He understood Price had a presence and Simon was hard to miss or forget, but so was he!
No?
He’d been here multiple times, ordering a specific enough drink not to be mistaken for another. He even tried chatting you up. But nothing.
You couldn’t remember him! He hated to admit his pride was taking a hit.
He must have been in his head a while because you were already back at the table, putting the drinks down.
“Two whiskies for John and Simon, a beer for sweet Ky and…” Your hand faltered a second as you looked at Johnny, he swears he saw your lips curl upward before your eyes narrowed slightly, “And well…your drink.” You said, setting the glass in front of him.
“Yer kiddin’ on?” He blurted out, outraged. You pulled back, tilting your head.
“Sorry?” You replied, glancing at the drink, “Did I get it wrong?” You asked in a softer tone, a small crease already forming on your brow lines.
“No. Ye got it right.” He dismissed, leaning back into his chair. “Thank you, Bonnie.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart!” You beamed, heading back to the bar.
Kyle’s snickering was scratching his skin in the worst possible way today.
“Fuck off!” Johnny shoved, “I couldn’t press her, she—whatever, she probably wouldn’t remember who got her upset. Or maybe she finally would.” He sulked, taking a gulp of his drink.
“A fuckin’ weapon, I tell ya.” Johnny breathed out, glancing your way as you served another table.
“Careful, you’re drooling.” Simon joked. Johnny turned to lean on the table.
“I don’t understand, I’m not shit lookin’, am I?”
“No?” Price chuckled.
“I’ve been told I’m an absolute fuckin’ looker!” He defended.
“By whom? Your nan?” Kyle raised a brow.
“Away an’ raffle yersel!” He cursed, only sending Kyle into a fit of laughter. “Ghost?” He asked his voice a tad to honest as he did. Simon barely looked at him and shrugged.
“’ve seen worse.”
He sighed and glanced at the bar again, but you had disappeared. He turned to them one more time.
“She has to be takin’ the piss, aye?”
They all stared at him, down at his drink, then up at him.
Price sighed, “What are you drinking today, Soap?”
He looked down, “The usual,” he shrugged.
“Yeah?” Kyle smirked. “Did you order that?”
“No. She just—“ his hand froze around the drink, and his eyes widened.
“Oh! The gears are turning, boys.” Price chuckled.
“Bout time.” Simon huffed.
“See you next weekend, guys!” Your voice reached his ear, and his head snapped back. He watched speechless as you waved before walking out the door. Already? You usually stayed much later, sometimes even at closing.
“Would you look at that,” Kyle said. “You'd better hurry.”
Johnny pushed off the table, hurrying after you.
Lucky for him, you were leaning next to the wall, shielding from the wind as you lit your cigarette.
You glanced his way and gave him a quick nod. He mirrored you as he stepped closer.
“Long shift?” He tried.
“I got off early today,” you replied, amused as you blew out the smoke.
“That’s great!” He nodded. It was as if all his charisma had left his body.
It was fucking embarrassing.
“Yeah…” You chuckled, eyeing him a little. “Kyle’s friend, right?” You asked, taking another drag.
“Yer fuckin’ with me.” He finally said.
You stared at him as you exhaled softly.
The glint that flashed in your eyes and the smile that formed after made his heart flutter.
“I am.” You replied, nodding proudly.
God, he was done for.
“So she knows me name?” he raised.
“She does,” you affirmed, pressing your back on the wall. “Ky asked me to mess with you a little.” You said, jerking your head to the window. With a quick glance, he saw the aforementioned harbouring the dumbest grin.
“Fuckin’ bastard.” He scoffed.
“Don’t blame him too much, it was a one-time thing, but I had so much fun I kept the act.” You said, flicking your cigarette.
You shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself, you’re cute when you get flustered.”
“Cute, aye?” He echoed,
“Yeah. Cute.” You replied, giving him a once-over. Your eyes were eating him whole, much more daring than you ever did inside.
“So? Why did you follow me out in the cold, big guy?” You hummed.
“Was wondering if ye’d let me buy ye a drink?” He asked, cursing at himself for sounding too shy. Thrown off by your gaze. You took one last drag that seemed to last entirely and shook your head.
“I just got off, I’d rather not.” You replied, crushing the cigarette and his hopes along with it.
Maybe he read too much into it. He wasn’t the type to be so lost when talking up a woman. But you left him doubting his every word and assumption.
However, your following words did irreversible damage to his composure. “I do eat though.” You said with a smirk. “Do you eat, cutie?”
“I do.” He replied a second too fast. But your soft chuckle made the embarrassment worth it.
“It’s settled then,” you said, pushing off the wall and walking to him, holding your palm to him, “Your phone.”
He nodded sharply, tapping his back pocket, then his jacket’s, seeking and hoping that maybe he hadn’t found anything because he wasn’t squeezing his pockets hard enough, to feel the device.
He glanced inside, and just as he thought, his phone was sitting on the wooden table right next to his dickhead of a mate.
Fuck.
“So?” You pressed.
“I uh-hm…” he stammered. He was getting chewed up. He felt like fucking muppet.
“Can you give me a sec?” He asked, and you raised a brow.
His brain was good enough, surely he could remember a series of numbers, especially such important ones.
Fearing this was his only chance. He shook his head. “Never mind, I have a good memory, shoot, I’ll memorise it."
You were speechless for a second and laughed, “could have just told me you weren’t interested. I can take it.”
“No, my phone’s inside and I don’t trust Kyle for giving me the right number if I let you leave now.” He admitted.
“That's wise,” you replied, “So you are interested.”
“Fuck yeah!”
You laughed, nodding your head. Good, that meant he didn’t ruin his chances.
You pulled one of the pub's pens from your jacket pocket, “I knew stealing those would serve me one day.” You held your hand out again. “Hand.” He let his hand fall into yours,
“Good boy,” you hummed.
He ignored how that praise resounded inside of him, because quickly after, his jaw tensed as your fingers teased his skin, dragging the cuff of his sleeve up, exposing his upper arm for a second.
Your fingers brushed over the muscle of his forearm, tracing the veins before getting a good grip.
Even the pen was gentle on his skin as you wrote your phone number. He couldn’t look away, mesmerised by the soft fingers on him.
“So you don’t wash it off,” you explained, pulling his sleeve down.
“You better call me Johnny,” you added, his eyes snapped up to you.
You did know his name. And fuck did it sound nice on your lips.
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This was written with “Honey” by Måneskin blasting btw.
