Rebel

It had been several weeks since Ghost had been home. Y/n had spent those several weeks finishing up with schooling, to officially graduate to become a nurse.

Those few weeks took a toll on her. She was alone for most of the time, left to worry about Ghost while trying to stay on top of the remaining school work she had.

After her graduation, she was gifted a nursing uniform she used to take photos.

A few days later, she received a call from Simon Riley himself. They had been cleared to leave. He told her he would be home a week later— which was today.

The time alone was hard, especially on nights she wanted Simon. She needed him badly, but she could only have him in her memory, in her mind. She pleased herself endlessly, imagining that it was him, curling her fingers inside of herself and wishing it was him as she moaned his name.

One day before he’d arrive home, Y/n bought herself a specific set of lingerie that she knew Simon would enjoy taking off of her or even fool with while he fucked her.

It was almost eight, which is the time Ghost said he’d most likely be back home.

She had cleaned the apartment and turned on the LED lights around the living-room before lighting a candle. As she waited on the sofa, she played 70s rock on a low volume.

She wore a black t-shirt dress, and beneath it, she wore her leather strapped lingerie. Her hair was pinned up in a neat bun.

She sat with one leg over the other as she waited. She tapped her fingers anxiously, wondering if he had missed her just as much as she did. When he’d walk in, she badly wanted to take charge and put him in his place, but she knew her emotions would take over and wouldn’t allow her to do so. She would most likely cry, and then Ghost would comfort her like a baby, because he babied her always. It didn’t help that they shared a twelve year age gap.

Y/n’s eyes flickered towards the door when she heard the sound of a key being shoved inside of the lock. Standing to her feet, she watched as the door slowly opened.

The tall, broad-shouldered man entered the apartment, turning on the kitchen light. He held a bag slung over his shoulder, wearing his balaclava as if he were back at HQ.

His dark eyes found hers as he closed the door behind him. Y/n stood there, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist as she looked up at him.

She brought her bottom lip between her teeth as tried not to cry. “Simon. . .”

The man felt a sudden warmth spread through his chest at the sound of her voice. “Come here.”

It was a gentle demand, and she quickly rushed forward. As he dropped the bag at his feet, the woman jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms securely around his neck. Ghost inhaled, slipping his hands beneath her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He breathed in the sweet scent if citrus and honey, causing him to sigh of relief.

He held her there, squeezing her tight as she buried her face into his neck. He squeezed her thighs as she lifted her head and began to tug the balaclava from his face, tossing it onto the counter. She took his face into her hands and pressed her lips to his, causing him to close his eyes.

Sighing into their kiss, Ghost walked forward and sat down slowly on the couch. Unwinding her legs from his waist, she sat in his lap, straddling his thighs as their lips detached.

“My graduate,” Ghost murmured as he noticed the bracelet around her wrist. “Congratulations.”

“It’s nothing.” She whispered against his skin. Ghost hummed as his fingers trailed up the skin of her arms.

“You’ve graduated medical school, Y/n. That is something.” He said to her. The sternness in his voice rattled her body with anticipation, and she grew aroused in his hold. The man stared at her face, pursing his lips together.

“You were gone longer this time.” She said, sliding off of his lap. She sat beside him, keeping her legs sprawled across his lap. His warm hands pressed to each calf, massaging them gently.

“Shepherd and Graves betrayed us.” Ghost explained. “We killed Graves, but Shepherd’s M.I.A. Bloody bastard got the upper hand.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked him.

Ghost shook his head. “No.”

Y/n sat up slowly, standing to her feet. “I had some pictures taken while you were gone.”

The man watched as she walked towards the bookshelf and bent over to grab the framed photo. His eyes lingered over her ass, rubbing at the thin layer of stubble across his jawline, leaning back into the sofa farther. He missed her badly— he missed touching her.

Y/n stood upright and walked back towards the sofa.

As she sat down beside him, he brought her legs back into his lap as she handed him the frame. Ghost hummed as he studied the photo. She stood in her nursing uniform, a tight white and red dress with a stethoscope around her neck. The way the dress stuck to her steep curves caused Ghost to throb, causing his jeans to feel tighter than normal.

“Nurse Y/n, at your service.” Ghost announced. He placed the frame down beside him, flickering his eyes back to hers. “Guess I’ve got to get hurt, so you can work on me. . .”

Y/n frowned. “Don’t say that.”

A deep rumble came from his mouth as the man laughed quietly, leaning over until his face was inches from her own. “That uniform’s not the only thing you’ve worn. . . What is this?”

His fingers moved to the choker around her neck from the lingerie she wore, and her heart fluttered immediately. She laid there still, her warm eyes on his as she watched his hand trail down towards the collar of her dress.

“What’re you wearing under there?”

“I bought it hoping you’d like it.” She said to him, her voice full of lust and longing. Ghost could feel the hardness of leather beneath the material of her dress.

“Show me.” He said, grabbing her arm. “Take it off.”

He sat her up and watched as the woman stood to her feet. She bit down on her lip as she began tugging at the dress, peeling it off over her head. Ghost leaned back into the couch as she stood before him.

The leather straps stuck to her skin, holding the mesh in place over her breasts. As the cold air hit her skin, Ghost watched with dark eyes as her nipples began to swell, piercing against the thin mesh that held them back. Her breasts, a perfect round that fit perfectly in his large hands, moved as she straightened her shoulders.

His eyes fell to the long zipper across the crotch of the attire, perfect to open and get a feel of her. He could feel his dick as it hardened beneath his jeans, threatening to break loose from his briefs and his jeans.

“Fucking hell.” He whispered. “When’d you buy this?”

“A few days ago, after you called.” She answered. “I was tired of soaking in loneliness, and I wanted something to wear when you came back.” She whispered.

Ghost’s tongue dragged over his lips as he gripped her hand in his. “Fuck me, Y/n. You’re perfect. Bloody perfect.”

The feel of his skin against hers caused her to press her thighs together, which he noticed. Ghost bit his lip as he pulled her forward, placing both of his hands on the side of her thighs.

“Turn around.” He demanded, running his hands over her skin. Y/n did as she was told and turned around. Ghost’s eyes lowered to her ass, exhaling as he squeezed the plump flesh in his hands. Y/n closed her eyes, sucking in a breath.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Ghost asked her. The woman allowed his hands to roam over her body as she shook her head slowly.

“I don’t think you missed me as much as I missed you.” She breathed out.

Ghost kneaded the skin of her ass before pulling his hand back and smacking it roughly. The woman gasped, the stinging fading as he kneaded the skin again.

“You take it back?” He asked. She nodded.

“God, Simon, I’ve waited too long.” She whined out.

“For what? For me to touch you?” He asked her. “How long has it been for you, babygirl? Did you fuck yourself while I was gone?”

She was pouring with arousal. “Someone had to.”

The man growled as he grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards. “Come here.”

Pulling her onto his lap, Y/n gasped as his hard dick pressed against the crotch of her lingerie. Ghost breathed purposely against her skin, still holding her hips as he held her in place.

“What kind of fucking?” He asked her. “Did you use your fingers? Or did you fuck a pillow?”

His fingers teased as he shifted on the sofa. “I can imagine you straddling our body pillow. It’s what you did, yeah? You had your thighs wrapped around it just like this. . .”

He shifted her on top of him until she was straddling only one of his thighs. She was already soaked, sweating through the leather and onto his thigh.

“Ride me like you rode your pillow.” He demanded, holding her hips. Y/n didn’t need to be told twice. The woman began moving her hips, closing her eyes as the friction of his jeans and the leather stimulated her right off the bat. Y/n moaned quietly as she rubbed her crotch against his thigh, down to his knee. Ghost held her hips as he helped guide her, groaning mildly as she rode humped him.

“Good girl.” He pressed his lips to her naked shoulder. “That’s my good girl.”

She gritted her teeth as she went faster. “Fuck, Simon. I want you so bad.” She gasped out as his hand closed around her throat, squeezing gently.

“Did you think about me as you fucked yourself, baby?” He asked her. Y/n nodded as she soaked through the leather.

Ghost held her still as he moved his hand to her front and pinched the crotch zipper between his fingers. “Tell me if it was as good as me. . .”

Slipping his fingers between her slick folds, he stroked her core slowly, teasing her as he worked over her slit. Y/n squirmed impatiently as he teased, feeling his tongue press to the nape of her neck.

“So wet.” He murmured, swirling his finger around in her juice. “God damn, you’re soaked.”

As he pressed his fingers to her clit, the woman yelped and arched her spine, parting her legs farther apart to his demise. Ghost held her still as he slipped his other leg beneath her, holding her legs apart as he massaged her clit. She allowed her head to fall back as he worked her, lifting her hips and bucking into his hand.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he murmured, hooking his fingers against her core. “Tell me.”

“It feels so good, Simon. Please.” She whimpered for more.

“Your fingers and your toys aren’t shit, baby.”

Y/n moaned as Simon flipped her over until she was laying sprawled out, her torso across his lap. Her breasts pushed into the sofa as his hand kneaded her ass.

“You missed my fingers fucking you, didn’t you?” He asked, smacking her ass harshly. The woman yelped as the sting began to slowly fade, feeling his palm against her cheek as she sighed of pleasure.

“Answer me.”

“It’s all I’ve thought of.” She said to him as his fingers teased her entrance. “Please, Simon. . . Fuck, I want you inside of me.” She whined desperately as she felt his fingers part her slit. Ghost held her in place, and as he parted her legs, he slipped two digits inside of her, listening to her cry.

“You feel so good around my fingers.” Ghost whispered as he pumped his fingers inside of her, in and out. “You’ll take my cock, won’t you?”

Y/n nodded as she squirmed. “I want you so bad.”

“Not yet, baby.” He said. “I want you to come on my fingers, first.”

The woman bit down on her lip as Ghost slipped a third finger inside of her, listening to the moans leaving her mouth as he grazed her walls and brushed her cervix. A fire burned in the pit of her stomach as she gripped his thigh, gasping with each stroke as the pressure began to build inside of her.

Her walls clenched around his fingers the closer she inched towards her release. Ghost tightened his grip and curled his fingers once more, listening to her shrieks as she collapsed on his legs. Her orgasm rattled her body, leaving her breathless.

“Please.” She begged.

He sat her up and turned her around until she was facing him. She watched as he took his wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Please, what?” He asked her. He grabbed her chin and watched as her lips parted. “You want me?”

“I need you.” She whispered. Her smaller hands pressed to his shoulders as she held herself on his lap. Ghost exhaled as he began undoing his pants beneath her body. “Please, daddy.”

Her words caused him to groan in arousal. Gripping her arm, he yanked her towards the couch before shoving her down to her hands and her knees. Y/N quickly sat up, arching her spine as his fingers curled around her hips, digging into her flesh. Ghost shoved his pants down to his thighs, taking his erected cock into his hand.

“I can’t say no to you.” He whispered in her ear as he teased her from behind. Y/N whimpered as he brushed his cock against her folds, causing her to dampen more.

Without a word, Ghost parted her thighs farther and buried himself inside of her from behind. Y/N cried out, arching her spine as her ass rose. Ghost grunted as her tight walls squeezed his cock, growing used to the feeling of him as he slowly moved in and out. Y/N’s hands curled over the arm of the sofa as she struggled to stay on her knees.

Ghost pressed his lips to her ear as his hand curled around her neck, squeezing softly. “I thought you could handle it?”

“More, Simon. More.” She cried, pressing herself into him. Ghost sighed as he moved in and out of her, listening to the sound of her slick cunt with every stroke. His hand squeezed her neck, listening to the muffled moans as he choked her.

“Is this what you want?” He asked, panting as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were beginning to roll into the back of her head, causing her to squeeze them shut. “Tell me.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her voice was breaking as she struggled to keep up. Ghost wound an arm around her waist, holding her in place as her knees buckled. Her legs trembled as he slammed inside of her and pulled back out over and over again.

“You’re perfect, how you submit to me.” He told her. “Such a good girl. Daddy’s girl, always listening to me.”

He kissed her head as she leaned it back against his shoulder, moving her hips upward to match his thrust.

Y/N moaned loudly. “Yes!”

This caused Ghost to growl as she began to clench, suffocating his cock as she inched towards her release. Slipping out, he quickly turned her over onto her back, noticing the shocked look in her eyes as she waited for him to wreck her entirely.

Lifting her legs, he tossed them over his shoulders before ramming inside of her cunt to help reach his climax. Gritting his teeth, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her swelled nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. Y/N’s hands slipped through his hair, her soft moans filling his ears.

Her eyes opened as she looked up at him with a whimper. “I’m gonna come.”

“Good,” he said, kissing her hungrily. “Come for me.”

He moved faster, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut. With a tight clench, Y/N reached her climax, slowly easing around his cock as he was engulfed by her warmth. Ghost moaned as he came, filling her with his release to the brim. As he slipped out, he watched as his release dripped from her entrance.

He knew he had wore her out by the way her tired eyes met his own and her breathing finally stabilized. Ghost stood from the sofa, lifting her into his arms before carrying her into their bedroom.

Carrying her to the bathroom, he sat her down and searched the cabinet for a wash cloth. Wetting it with warm water, he turned back to her and kneeled before her.

Y/N watched as he parted her knees and ran the warm rag over her skin, massaging her body as he went. To be a wild and ballistic man during sex, he was a gentle giant during aftercare.

He tossed the rag into the hamper before pumping lotion into his hands. Rubbing it together, he began coating her skin before massaging it in.

His eyes met hers as she pressed her hand to his face.

“I love you.” Her words were quiet and simple. And it warmed his chest, reviving his darkened heart.

Kissing her gently, he lifted her and carried her to their bedroom.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!reader

18+ MINORS, DNI

Warnings: Language, alcohol, intoxication, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, public-ish sex

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Inside of one of the cities’ local bars, Ghost Team lounged around as they enjoyed one another’s company with loud music, pool and karaoke. Despite the bar and the rowdiness from others in the bar, everyone was seeming to enjoy themselves.

Sitting at the bar, Soap sat beside Ghost, stirring his drink slowly as he watched over the bar.

“You stir your drink like you’re the fuckin’ Queen of England.” Simon said, lifting his mask slowly. He downed his glass, motioning for the bartender.

“I like to savor my drinks, Lt.” He stated. Soap lifted his glass, taking a drink of the bourbon before setting the glass back down. “Satisfied?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Too bad.”

The man turned his head, watching as Siren made her way towards the bar. The woman, dressed in a tight red dress, slipped between Simon and Johnny, reaching for one of the shots.

“Simon’s just mad that you can handle your whiskey, Johnny.” She said, swallowing the shot whole. Simon’s eyes merely squinted.

“You get shit-faced after two margaritas.” Simon said to her. The woman shrugged her shoulders, pointing at him. “At least I can admit that I’m a light weight.”

Johnny chuckled.

Simon lifted his chin as he addressed to Johnny’s glass. “Give it to her.”

He rose a brow. “My drink?”

“Go on. She’ll only spit it out, she can’t handle whiskey.”

Siren stared at Simon as Johnny handed her the glads. “If it means there’s a chance she’ll spit it in your face, I’m willing to take the risk.”

But she refused, no matter how bad it tasted or how bad it burned her throat. As her lips met the rim right where Johnny’s had been, she tilted the glass and took in a mouthful. The two men watched her intently, noticing the faint wrinkling of her nose as her cheeks puffed slightly.

Simon hummed as if he were waiting.

Siren held her breath, and she swallowed harshly. As the alcohol burned her throat and soared down into her chest, she coughed slightly as she placed the glass down. Johnny pressed a hand to her back, causing her to ease beneath his touch.

Johnny reached for the ice water on the table, placing it in Siren’s hand as he glanced at Simon. “Bummer.”

She was already feeling a buzz before the whiskey, but as minutes passed, it only increased.

Siren leaned against the bar as Soap watched her. “You feeling all right, Siren?”

She nodded. “I feel great, Johnny.”

From across the room, Price shouted. “Simon, get your ass over here! You owe me a round!”

Siren followed Simon and Johnny’s eyes to Price. Him, Gaz and Alejandro were standing around the pool table, chitchatting as Gaz racked up the balls into the middle of the table.

“Bloody hell.” Ghost downed his shot before adjusting his mask back over his mouth. As he stood and made his way across the room, Soap and Siren were left alone.

“Do you play pool?” She asked, climbing onto the stool beside him.

“Not great at it, but I know how to play.” Soap said as he stirred his glass again. “I’d get my ass handed to me by Lt and the Captain.”

Siren leaned across the bar as she reached for the glass bowl of cherries. “I don’t know how to play.”

Soap took one of the cherries and popped the staining fruit into his mouth. The woman watched him as he picked it clean from the stem, holding it between his teeth.

“It’s only basic chemistry.” Soap mentioned, fiddling with the stem between his teeth.

She watched closely as Soap took the stem into his mouth and began poking his tongue around. Siren shifted on her stool, reaching for another shot as she grew hot and flustered.

As he poked the stem out from his lips, she noticed the knotted stem and huffed.

Her breath caught in her throat. “H—How did you do that?”

Soap looked to her. “Tie a cherry stem in a knot?”

He grabbed a cherry and held it out. “Eat it, first.”

Siren stared at him with large doe eyes as he fed her the cherry, and she bit into it before chewing it carefully. She was thankful for it to be without a seed, and she swallowed it while holding the stem between her lips. Soap cleared another cherry before grabbing his own stem.

“Place it over your tongue,” he instructed. Siren draped the thin stem over her tongue, waiting for him.

“Now cross it over.”

She crossed the stem, but she struggled due to the fact that she was using her mouth while he stared at her with his large blue eyes. Her heart hammered inside of her chest as she waited.

“Now hold both ends between your teeth.”

Soap began knotting another stem without hesitation. As he watched Siren, she huffed as she attempted over and over again.

Soap began to laugh quietly. “Use your tongue, Lass.”

Her cheeks immediately burned as she tried desperately so she could finish embarrassing herself. But as she gave in, Soap leaned forward and grabbed her chin, causing her to open her mouth. Soap’s eyes lingered over her face with the sight of her tongue drawn out for him.

Soap reached for the stem and took it in his hand. Siren stared down at it, seeing she was unsuccessful.

“I’m not as skilled with my tongue as you are,” she commented.

Soap smirked as he emptied his glass. “Years of practice, love.”

The longer she imagined Soap using his tongue in different ways, she felt a warmth between her thighs. Siren inhaled as she turned her head. “Will you teach me how to play pool?”

“Aye,” he said, standing. Siren slid off of the stool, unaware of the numbness in her legs from the intoxication and from sitting. The woman’s knees buckled, and before she could react, a long, buff arm wound securely around her waist.

“Easy, Lass.” Soap said. “Are you all right?”

She laughed quietly. “I’m really a clumsy drunk.”

He scoffed as he lead her towards the empty pool table. She stood patiently as Soap gathered two pool queues, chalking them before handing them to her.

“I’ll rack.” He said.

She watched as he grabbed the wooden case and racked the balls together into the middle of the table. Her eyes slipped as he leaned over the table, her eyes focused on his ass that fit perfectly in his tight jeans. He was build like a God.

Across the bar, Price, Ghost, Alejandro and Gaz spoke quietly to one another as Price began messing with the jukebox. Alejandro grinned as the man slipped a coin into the machine.

As Cherry Bomb began to play, Siren tapped her foot to the beat.

Standing upright, Soap grabbed his queue. “You want to make sure you’re relaxed, ‘specially with the shoulders. You’ll not want to put too much force in your shot.”

Siren watched as Soap rested the queue between his thumb and his index, teasing the stick back and forth before slamming it into the queue ball. As all of the balls scattered across the table, several pocketed.

“I thought you said you weren’t good.” She said, raising a brow.

“That’s just luck.” He said. “C’mon, go ahead and try.”

Siren walked forward and stood beside the table. As she began to lean, Soap’s eyes immediately lingered to her backside that was slowly being revealed as her short red dress began to rise slowly past her thighs.

“Up tae high doh, bloody Jesus.” The man stepped forward and gripped Siren by her forearms, unintentionally pressing into her ass. The woman gasped at the contact, standing up right.

“Your dress, Lass.” He whispered in her ear. “It’s too fuckin’ short.”

Soap glanced towards the group across the room as they whistled faintly at their physical contact. Soap flipped them off, turning back to Siren as she remained still.

“You all right?” He asked her.

“I’m perfectly fine.” She whispered, her body still pressed to his own. The man’s hand rested on her hip, holding her there as he inhaled the scent of her strong, lingering perfume. The way she brushed against his crotch, caused the man’s dick to ache as it threatened to burst through his briefs and his jeans.

Siren leaned against his torso as she twisted the pool queue in her hands. “You’re so warm, Johnny.”

“Aye, you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m almost drunk. I still know what’s happening.” She said, placing her hand on his thigh.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

Soap clenched his jaw as her body pressed farther to his own, and he grunted quietly.

“What do you want?”

Siren turned slowly, her hand resting against his torso.

“I want you.”

Soap cupped her face in his hand and pulled her face to his. “Canny, Lass. You don’t know what you’re askin’.”

Her hands fell to her sides. “If you don’t want to, then forget I said anything.”

Siren began to turn away, but Soap wouldn’t allow it. Overcome with lust and anticipation for more, Soap grabbed her waist and spun her around, forcing his lips onto hers. Siren closed her eyes as she molded her body with his own, exhaling as his hand slipped down her spine.

“Are you satisfied?” He asked her between short breaths, still holding her close.

She shook her head as she pressed her hips to his, his erection pressing against her. “Now.”

Soap growled beneath his breath as he took her arm and began tugging her through the bar. Disappearing from the team’s eye, they walked down the hallway until they reached a closed door.

“What if we get caught?”

“Doubt that,” his hands gripped her hips as he pushed the door open. It was the women’s bathroom.

Soap pressed his lips to hers hungrily as he walked her farther into the bathroom. Siren slipped her fingers through his short hair, causing him to groan against her mouth. The man walked towards the sink, lifting her up onto the counter. She huffed quietly, winding an arm around his neck as his hands slipped up her thighs.

“Fuck me.” Soap moaned as her hand gripped his ass, squeezing it firmly.

The woman began to giggle as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Soap bit his lip before kissing her neck.

“A giggly drunk.” He said as he slipped his hands beneath her dress.

“I’m not drunk, Johnny.” She said in his ear. “Even if I was, I’d still let you take advantage of me.”

“Whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye, Lass.” His fingers hooked around the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down her thighs. He pulled the pink lace thong from her legs, dropping them to the floor.

“Pink?” He asked. “Not your color. And a thong? You’ve been waitin’, haven’t you?”

Siren gripped his shoulders as she pulled him in closer. “You tied that knot, you have experience?”

Soap pulled her forward by the thighs as he kneeled down before her. “Knots aren’t the only thing my tongue’s good for, baby.”

She looked down at him as he pressed his face between her thighs, parting them farther before running his nose up her slick folds. Parting his lips, Soap pressed his tongue to her clit and listened as she gasped. Her immediate reaction kicked in, and she arched her spine before leaning back against the mirror. Soap moved his tongue over the bundle of nerves, sending waves of arousal through her body as she fisted his hair. Siren closed her eyes, their stare breaking.

Soap watched her as she unfolded beneath him due to the simple movements of his tongue. Pulling back, he dipped back in and pressed his tongue inside of her cunt, causing her to moan louder.

“Fuck, Johnny.” She whined, pressing her hips forward. His hands closed around each thigh, squeezing them as he fucked her with his tongue. Her sweet arousal costed his tongue and lips the longer he pleased her, his dick begging to be released.

Soap moved his head as he fucked her orally, nudging the tip of his nose purposely against her clit in the process. It had been too long since he was able to please a woman. Way too long.

“You feel so good around my tongue, Lass.” He said, his blue eyes focusing on her. Siren reached up and pulled the straps off of her shoulders, pulling the dress down to expose her breasts. Johnny stared at the perfect round rack before him, watching with a throbbing dick as Siren began to knead her breasts herself.

“Johnny, please, touch me.” She begged as her fingers closed around each hardened swell, pinching them in between her fingers.

“I want you to cum on my tongue, Si.” He practically demanded. Flicking and swirling his tongue, he savored the taste of her as he worked her towards her orgasm. Siren squeezed her eyes shut as she began to tighten, clenching her walls as the unbearable pressure began to build inside of her body.

Soap slipped his to tongue inside of her once more when she came, releasing as she cried out his name. She only hoped the music was too loud for anyone in the bar to hear.

Soap stood to his feet and forced his mouth to hers, so she could taste what he enjoyed. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as he began unfastening his belt.

“I want you so bad, Johnny.” She breathed out as he unzipped his jeans.

“You ask, then you shall receive.” He whispered, slipping his briefs down quickly. Soap took his long, girth dick into his hand before positioning himself between her legs.

Shoving himself deep inside of her, Siren moaned, crying out as he grunted into the dip of her neck. He pressed one hand to the mirror while the other held one of her legs hitched over his hip, thrusting into her.

He started off slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his length and width. And for Siren, she had never experience such painful pleasure until then.

Soap moaned as he held her still. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Lass. You’ve never taken cock before?” He asked her.

“Twice, but never so big.” She whimpered as she tried to move with him, allowing him to take charge shortly after. “Oh, fuck.”

He pressed his forehead to hers as he moved in and out of her. “You want me to stop?”

“No.” She said, a little too desperately. “Please, Johnny. Faster.”

Her begging was music to his ears. He did as he was asked, caressing her walls and her cervix with each movement. Soap moaned as he slid his hand up to her sternum, moving his palm over her breast before squeezing it firmly in his hand. Siren moaned as he massaged her nipple with the pad of his thumb.

“You like that?” He asked. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Your tight cunt stretching for me. Fuck, you feel like heaven, Siren.” He was waiting for her for a long time, and now that he had her, he would please her in any way possible. “You take my dick so good.”

Her whimpers rang in his ears and he moved faster. Massaging her breast in his hand while gripping her thigh, he was leaving red fingerprints as his fingers dug into the flesh, sure enough to leave a set of bruises. Siren dug her nails into the skin of his biceps as he fucked her.

Her release began to leak down his dick, and he sighed out of pleasure. “Good girl, cumming again, are you?”

Siren pressed her lips to his jaw, sucking the skin there as she began moving with him. Soap moaned the more she clenched around him.

“God, yes.” She moaned, overcome with bliss. As he lifted her leg higher, she whined out as he slammed against her.

“Are you going to cum?” She asked him between breaths.

“Soon.” He answered. His dick was already beginning to tingle each time her walls closed around him. He held her leg high, quickening his pace as he chased his release.

Siren pressed her lips to his ear as he thrusted. “I’m all yours, Johnny. I want you to cum inside of me.”

That was enough to give him a boost towards his high. Soap slipped out once, before shoving himself deep inside of her cunt before releasing. The man moaned loudly, burying his face into her neck as sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Fuck.” He panted. Siren could feel his warmth disappear as he slipped out of her, pulling his jeans back into place. Soap grabbed her thong from the floor, shoving the piece into her purse.

“Wasn’t expecting any of that.” He murmured, pressing a hand to her face. He watched as a blush crept onto her cheeks as she pulled the straps back up to her shoulders.

“I’m glad, though.”

The man chuckled quietly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. And as she pressed both hands to either side of his face, a knock came to the door.

Their lips detached and they turned their heads towards the door.

Siren’s eyes widened as he held her.

“Occupied!”

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Language, Unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight sub/dom relationship, fingering, cock warming

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The thick, suffocating blizzard taking place in the middle of nowhere of Alaska was beginning to take a toll on Y/n as she stomped through the several inches of snow, keeping her head low as the wind howled harshly in her ears.

She was trapped in her normal cargo pants, followed by large boots that were almost too big on her, a thick parka and a black balaclava that didn’t seem to be working all too well against the dropping temperature.

She strode through the snow with the flashlight in her hands as she attempted to stay on the path, hoping it would lead her somewhere. The static in her ear from her com was a reminder that she was alone.

With chattering teeth, she tried again. “This is Y/n. Ghost, do you copy?”

Ghost had to be alive. He’d surely outlive death himself.

“Fucking Christ.” She cursed, squinting her eyes as she lifted her head. She continued to walk, trying hard not to fall into the cold snow.

“Y/n. . .”

A shiver ran through her body as she heard the familiar, husky voice inside of her ear. “Ghost?”

“I see your location. Keep coming straight, there’s a small cabin in the clearing. I’m here.”

Desperately focusing her eyes through the thick snowfall, she noticed a small, darkened cabin in the distance. The woman scoffed as a reflected light shone.

“Thank God.”

“Try not to make so much noise, we’re in wolf country.”

The idea of a pack of wolves riding in on her caused her to move faster. As she stomped more high and quick, she swore she heard a low chuckle from the com.

Reaching the small cabin, she was panting as she tried to breathe in the thin air. The cabin door swung open, and she looked up to see Ghost. The man was still dressed in normal clothes, only sporting a black coat for warmth.

Ghost pulled her inside and slammed the door shut before pulling the wooden board that served as a lock into place. “How’d you find this place?”

“Walking.” Ghost said, walking towards the small fireplace. Y/n slipped her backpack off of her back and set it onto the wooden table, watching as Ghost kneeled before the fireplace.

“You got a lighter?” Ghost asked her. She hurried and wriggled her frost-bit fingers and unzipped her bag, digging inside. She pulled out the small lighter tucked in one of the sleeves, tossing it to him.

Ghost lit the flame and fire began to rise slowly. Exhaling, the man sat down with his arms resting across his knees as he stared into the flames.

“What could a drug cartel possibly be doing out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Just that.” Ghost responded. Y/n pulled the very thin, space-saving emergency blanket from her bag and walked towards the fire. She draped the foil-resembling blanket over her shoulders, sitting beside Ghost. She began pulling it over him, but the man shook his head.

“Keep it on you.”

“Don’t be daft.” She said, draping it over his shoulders. His dark eyes focused on her, watching as she stared into the flame.

“What now?”

“When the sun comes up, we’ll head out and try to get a signal to Price. We can’t do anything with that blizzard, only going to get ourselves dead of frostbite. Right now, we warm up and wait.”

“And if someone finds us?”

“Nobody’s going to come out in this storm.”

“We did.”

“Just try to stay warm.” Ghost said, pinching at the fingers of his gloves. She watched as he peeled them off, holding his hands close to the fire.

“I can’t feel my fingers.” Y/n muttered. Ghost glanced over at her, staring at the gloves on her hands.

“That’s because you’re wearing shitty gloves.” Ghost said to her. The man reached out and took her hands in his, pulling the gloves from her hands. She watched him in surprise as he began to massage her fingers, helping her move them to create better circulation.

“I wasn’t prepared for a snow storm.”

“Neither was I.” Ghost said to her. His voice was low and rumbly, and it was attracting Y/n more every time he spoke.

“Do you think Price thinks we’re dead?”

“No.” He answered. “He knows me too well.”

“What, because you’re going to outlive death?”

“I’ve been dead before, Y/n.” Ghost reminded her. His voice was laced with darkness, maybe even sadness. “But cold temps aren’t going to kill me.”

“Maybe not you, but maybe me.”

Ghost suddenly slipped his gloves onto her hands, and regardless of the largeness, they were warmer then the ones she wore before. “You won’t.”

It was at that moment she realized how close he was. Ghost was leaning towards her, his masked face just inches from hers as he adjusted the fingers of the gloves to fit her better. Tugging them up towards her wrists, she waited patiently as he rolled them over to fit.

Ghost’s eyes met hers, and something inside of them changed. They seemed lighter, softer.

Y/n lowered her head and lifted her hands before removing her balaclava. As she pulled it from her head, she could feel the static of her hair as it detached from the material.

Brushing her messy hair from her face, she turned her head and stared back at the fire.

Ghost stared at her intently. He practically ached as he studied the thickness of her eyelashes that casted shadows on the top of her cheekbones, even the perfect line of her jaw and the redness of the tip of her nose.

Y/n turned her head and looked directly at him. “You should sleep.”

Ghost shook his head as he turned slightly away from the fire. “Somebody’s got to keep watch.”

“You want me to?”

“No.” He answered hesitantly, but he followed with a softer voice. “No. Get some rest.”

Y/n chose not to argue with the Brit. Instead, she laid down and curled up onto her side before burying her head into her parka, trying to keep warm. As she did this, Ghost watched her over his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

At some point in the middle of the night, Y/n woke to the howling of the wind. Blinking open her eyes, she focused them on the dead fire, followed by the lingering smoke from the ash.

Y/n sat up slowly and turned over to see Ghost, the man still sitting up with his arms over his knees. Even with his back to her, she could see him tremble behind his tensed muscles and his posture. He was cold.

“Simon. . .”

Ghost didn’t respond. He opened his eyes, his chattering teeth gritted together.

Y/n moved across the floor and stayed beside him. “Come on, Simon. There’s nobody out there.”

She gripped his forearm, feeling the coldness of his inked skin.

“Fuck, Simon, you’re freezing.” She said, immediately pulling herself closer. Simon exhaled as she entered his personal space, their faces inches apart as she pressed her body to his.

“What are you doing?” He asked her, remaining still.

“Trying to keep you warm.” She said to him. “Stop acting tough and accept it.”

Ghost breathed out, his breath fogging the air even beneath his mask. As he sat back, he allowed himself to mold with Y/n. The woman sat between his now sprawled legs, her back pressed to his torso.

Her body was warm, and in exhaled slowly in relief. Y/n could feel his breath on her neck, and she swallowed.

Shifting slowly, Y/n attempted to move closer as she raised her knees. Ghost lowered his eyes, his hand closing around her forearm.

“Fucking hell, Y/n.” He was ready to burst due to the friction of her movement against his body. He shifted ever so slightly, attempting to adjust his jeans. “Just sit still right there.”

Y/n blinked a few times as she leaned back, her head resting against his shoulder. As she listened to his breathing, she closed her eyes. “Fuck, it’s cold.”

Ghost suddenly lifted his hips from the floorboards and sat up farther. As he grabbed Y/n’s hips, he lifted her body and sat her on his thighs, causing her to huff quietly. She gasped at the hard beneath his jeans.

He remained silent as he felt Y/n’s hand curl around his thigh, and he lifted his hand before unzipping her parka.

“What are you doing?” She asked. Her heart was beginning to race wildly as Ghost tightened his arm around her.

“Warming up.” He responded. Y/n stayed still as Ghost unzipped her pants slowly, causing her to swallow nervously as his fingers traced over the waistband of her underwear.

The woman exhaled impatiently as she leaned her head back, looking up at him. “Are you going to touch me, Simon?”

The man grumbled quietly beneath his breath as he slipped his hand into her pants, running his fingers over the damp bridge of her underwear. His chest tightened as she sat there, parting her knees as she waited for more.

“You’re so warm.” He whispered, pushing her underwear aside.

“Please,”

“What do you want?” Ghost asked her, his voice deeper. She practically bucked her hips against his hand.

“I want you inside of me.” She told him desperately. Ghost slipped his fingers through her slit, pressing them to her bundle of nerves that ached for him.

“I want a feel of you first.” He stared down at her as she writhed against his touch, a soft moan slipping from her mouth as he hooked his fingers against her flesh.

“So wet on my fingers, you must’ve been ready for me.” He said, teasing her. As Ghost slid two digits inside of her, Y/n gasped.

“Oh!”

Ghost moaned quietly into her ear as he pumped his fingers in and out, stroking and pressing into her cervix as she whimpered out. Her breath fanned the air before them as she panted.

“Been a long time since you’ve been touched, hasn’t it?” He asked, stroking her clit as he continued sliding in and out of her wet pussy. He swirled a finger against her clit, slipping her juices over her skin purposely.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Like smooth silk.” Ghost murmured in her ear as his dick throbbed in his jeans. She closed her eyes as she lifted her hips. “Do you like your cunt touched, Y/n?”

The woman nodded, exhaling.

Ghost pressed harder, twisting his fingers inside of her and against her walls. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” She said, tightening her grip on his thigh. Simon could feel as she tightened around his fingers, clenching as she chased her climax. Y/n’s knees parted farther apart as he fucked her with his fingers harder.

He intentionally breathed against her neck as he moved in and out of her faster. “I can feel you reaching closer, come on my fingers, baby.”

The woman began rolling her hips up against his hand, panting with each movement as he pricked her clit with the tips of his fingers. She squeezed his thigh as her walls tightened around him, finally reaching her release. As her warmth spread over Ghost’s fingers as she came, the man pulled his hand free and rubbed his fingers together. She laid against him, trying to catch her breath.

Ghost shivered as her breasts fell and rose. “Fuck.”

Y/n was about to say something, but Ghost immediately cut her off by grabbing her hips. “Come here.”

She allowed him to move her body until she was laying on the floor before him. Ghost sat on his knees as he grabbed her pants, yanking them down her thighs before pushing them to her ankles. Y/n watched him as Ghost began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans before shoving them down to his thighs.

“Fuck, Simon. It’s freezing.” She was cold, but it was also an usher for him to hurry up. She wanted him badly. And deep down he knew.

Simon grabbed her thighs and pulled her across the floor, causing her to huff as he settled between her thighs. Lifting her legs and hitching them over his hips, he parted her thighs farther apart as he pressed his reddened tip against her slit, pushing through.

Gasping, Y/n threw her head back as Ghost grunted, moaning as he shoved himself inside of her fully. Her tight cunt engulfed him fully, beginning to loosen with each slip in and out of her as he hovered over her. She raised her hands and pressed them to his sides, tugging at him as he thrusted.

Ghost breathed heavily as he watched her eyes close, pain and pleasure consuming her with every move he made.

“You’re loosen up so good for me.” He began pulling his mask off of his face. Y/n opened her eyes, seeing just the man’s eyes in the darkness. As she reached up and pulled his gloves from her hands, pressing her hand to his face. Her warmth caused him to rest his head in her hand, gritting his teeth as his body began to change temperature.

“Simon,” she moaned out.

He leaned down until their foreheads pressed together, his lips finding hers. He separated their lips for a moment, moaning as her fingers slipped through his brown hair. She gently tugged at the roots as his hand slipped down her thigh, squeezing her flesh in his hand.

“Say it again.” He urged, slamming into her harder. He watched as she arched her spine, unfolding beneath him as euphoria clouded her mind and her body. Ghost slipped his hand down, pressing firm fingers to her clit.

“Simon,” she cried out, gasping for air as he planted his lips to her neck. He sucked the skin and dragged his tongue over the sore spot, repeating those actions as you inched towards your climax. Sweat began to bead upon Ghost’s forehead the faster he fucked you.

“Good girl.” He moaned, raising your legs higher. The angle caused you to cry out, closing your eyes as he penetrated you and slammed against your cervix.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I can feel your pussy, so tight.” He knew you were ready to burst. “Let it out. Take all of me like the good girl you are.”

Y/n whined as her nails dug into his sides, causing him to groan. His dick throbbed inside of her as he caressed her walls, slick with her release that only increased.

“I’m. . . Oh, fuck.” She cried. She felt like a rubber band, being pulled so roughly, forcing it closer to tearing apart. That’s exactly how she felt, with Ghost fucking her eagerly.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Warm me up, Y/n.”

The woman snuck her arms around his neck, holding him in place as he bucked his hips into hers. Planting a hand to the ground, Ghost began to sit up, holding her on top of him as he sat on his knees. Y/n whimpered as she began moving with him, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his lips as she reached her high.

Moaning loudly, she buried her head into his neck as she came. Ghost exhaled aroused, feeling as she flooded him with her release, consuming his dick inside of her.

His shoulders slumped slightly as the head began to tingle. “Good girl. Fuck. . . Fuck. . . Fuuuuuuuck.”

He drew out the word as he bounced the woman on top of him, gnawing gently at her neck as he began to sweat violently. Y/n held tightly, her arms around his neck as she breathed against his skin.

Y/n slipped one hand down his hidden torso, before pressing to his skin below his navel. With the warmth of her mouth and her hand, Ghost lost it.

The man moaned as he came, holding still as he released inside of her. Y/n moaned as warmth spread through her body, down into the pit of her stomach. Ghost sighed, breathing heavily.

“Stay right there.” He said, sinking back onto the floor. Without slipping out, he laid there, holding her in place as he used her for warmth.

Ghost exhaled, relieved as he slipped the balaclava on and adjusted it. She laid on top of him, shifting slightly as she tried to get more comfortable on her knees.

“It hurts,” she said, addressing to her position. There was nothing nice about her knees digging into the hard wooden floorboards, or the way her ankles felt inside of the rather large snow boots.

Ghost pulled her sideways, laying her down with him still inside of her. She laid on her side, her body pressed to his.

The man buried his face in her neck as she nuzzled into him when he asked: “Better?”

The woman nodded softly, her eyes closing as she began to doze off in their shared warmth.

18+

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader

Warnings: Language, Dry humping, Alcohol, Virgin, Fingering

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Celebrating their victorious mission to exterminate Phillip Graves, Captain Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap and Y/n spent the evening together inside of a small bar, accompanied by Laswell.

“What would you like to drink?”

Y/n snapped out of her trance, looking up at the waiter. She hadn’t realized Ghost’s eyes as she cleared her throat.

“A bloody mary, please.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. The man beside her leaned over the table, his dark eyes focusing on her as she inhaled.

“What is it?” Simon asked. She turned to look up at him, which was a big mistake. She felt her heart swell inside of her chest as she stared into his sad, dark eyes. He was beautiful, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Nothing.” She said quietly. “Just. . . I can’t believe we actually got him.”

“Are you doubting our skill?” It was almost an amused tone, she caught, especially by the way he drew in his brows as he watched her.

“Not yours, maybe mine.”

Ghost watched as the man placed the bloody mary on the table, and she reached out to grab the glass. He watched her intently as Y/n stirred the drink with her stick, before pulling it from her glass.

The man enjoyed watching as she stripped the stick clear of the green olives, popping one into her mouth one at a time. She chewed the first few; before taking a long drink.

The entirety of Price and Laswell’s conversation, Ghost had a difficult time paying attention to anything but Y/n. Ever since the moment after Graves was killed.

Y/n turned and looked at Ghost, and a warm flush crept to her cheeks. “What?”

Soap glanced over at the two, before glancing back to Price.

What she didn’t expect, though, was Ghost to lean forward and swipe his thumb against the corner of her mouth, wiping the faint smear of sugar on her skin. The man dropped his hand down to his side, turning his eyes back to the others.

Soap held a photo in his hands, holding it out to Ghost. As he took it and examined the photo, the blood ran cold in his veins, and his eyes rose slowly.

Y/n took the photo and felt her muscles tense. With a scoff, she swallowed.

“Who is he?” Laswell asked, looking to Price.

“Makarov.”

Y/n was startled by the time Ghost pushed his chair back and stood, towering over the woman. As he set a few dollar bills on the table, he turned and exited the bar, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Oh yeah, he’s pissed.” Soap said.

“What gave it away?” Gaz asked.

Soap glanced over at Y/n. “He needs you. You’re the only one he won’t beat the shit out of.”

Y/n stood to her feet. “Thanks for the drinks, Laswell.”

She hurried out of the bar and stepped out into the pouring rain. She quickly lifted her hood, squinting her eyes as she searched the sidewalk. When she noticed the tall, broad man walking towards the parking lot, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and jogged across the street.

“Simon!” She shouted. Ghost barely glanced over his shoulder, beginning to open the driver’s side door to the SUV. Y/n sighed, pulling open the driver’s side door before sliding into the seat.

She pulled the hood down and cursed quietly as she sat sideways in the seat to look at him. Ghost sat there, his breathing heavy and his eyes casted on the rainy windshield.

“I can’t figure out why in the bloody hell we’re sittin’ in a bar, while Shepherd and Makarov are running around like the fucking monsters they are.” Ghost began as he clenched his hands into fists. “‘S not right, it hasn’t ended with Graves—”

“I know.” Y/n said. “And we’re going to figure this out, as a team. Simon, I know you’re holding onto guilt—”

“You don’t know what I’m holding, Y/n.” His voice was dark, laced with an indescribable anger that sent a chill down her spine.

“I know you’re angry. And you have every reason to be.”

Ghost suddenly turned in his seat. “You’re right. I am angry. In fact, I’m bloody pissed. I’m ready to kill someone.”

“That’s what Soap was afraid of, why he sent me.” She said, her voice quiet. The man huffed, shaking his head.

“That was his mistake.” Ghost said, reaching for Y/n’s hand. “There’s somethin’ you should know about me, Y/n. I don’t like company when I’m pissed off.”

Y/n drew in a sharp breath as he suddenly jerked her forward, her torso over the center console. “Then what are you doing?”

“I’m taking advantage of it.” He said. Ghost pulled Y/n’s body across the console, causing her to gasp. Her thighs immediately straddled his thighs, and she felt a sudden rush of heat between her thighs as she felt his gloves hands against her thighs.

Ghost’s eyes met hers as he slid his hands up to her waist. “I need a distraction.”

Her heart raced rapidly as he slipped his hands beneath her hood. “Is that all I am to you?”

“No, you’re everything.” He said huskily. Y/n blinked several times as he lowered her body on his thigh, causing her to grip the seat beside his head. The woman exhaled as Ghost began to guide her hips back and forth.

She was beginning to lose her mind. She leaned forward, breathing in his ear. “Simon, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Good, I’ll teach you.” He said, pulling his gloves off of his hands. She watched him as he began unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down.

“Up,” he demanded. As she lifted her hips, he immediately tugged her jeans down before pulling her back on his thigh. Ghost watched the expression cross her features change as he lowered her down on his thigh, pressing against the dampness of her underwear.

“Fuck, you’re ready for me, aren’t you, love?” He asked, slipping his hand downward. Y/n whined lightly as he hooked his hand on the outside of her underwear, stroking her cunt. He could feel her release on his fingers, and he felt his dick throb.

“‘M going to teach you how to prepare for me.” Ghost told her, his breathing mangled as he pressed his forehead to hers. The woman didn’t respond, instead, allowed him to move her hips, back and forth. As she worked his thigh, the friction was enough for her to curl her toes. Y/n closed her eyes, listening to Ghost as he hummed in satisfaction.

“You feel that?” He quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly to the front of his pants. “All from you, sergeant.”

Y/n moaned quietly as she went faster, her fingers pressing to his neck. “Let me see you, please.”

“See what? My face?” He asked her. “You’ve seen me before.”

“I want to see you, right now.” She urged, slowing her movements. Ghost lifted his hips slightly, kneading her thigh in his hands like a soft, delicate dough. “Do you need inspiration, sweetheart?”

Y/n watched as Ghost slowly removed his balaclava, his sharp jaw the first thing in her sight. Immediately, she drew her fingers over the angle, running over the thin layer of stubble. His eyes, still the same as before, seemed to lighten at her touch.

“Are you going to take me, Simon?” She asked him as she sat down on his thigh again.

“Fuckin’ hell.” The man groaned as she touched the back of his neck, just beneath his hairline. “Come here.”

His deep voice sent a thrill through her tingling body as Simon lifted her hips and yanked her underwear down her thighs. As he positioned her with her thighs apart, the man leaned forward in his seat, before slipping his fingers through her slit and rubbing her core.

Y/n moaned, arching her spine as she squirmed. Ghost made sure to watch her as he took her cunt with his hand.

“A good girl,” he cooed almost teasingly. “A good, wet girl.”

Whatever she was feeling, she wanted more. Her breasts hardened beneath her shirt, and Ghost slipped his free hand beneath the material before cupping one into his large hand. His thumb stroked the hardened bud, and he cursed as he massaged her clit.

“No fuckin’ bra, either. It’s like you were waiting for me.” Ghost said to her. Y/n closed her eyes as he fucked her with his fingers, two fingers inside of her. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her jaw, moving his lips to her neck. As she tilted her head to give him more access, he squeezed her breast.

“God, Simon.” She moaned. Ghost lifted his head, staring into her eyes as she clenched around his fingers.

“How’s it feel?” He asked her. “Does it feel good?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Ghost slipped another finger inside of her and hooked, sending her immediately over the edge. She thrusted into his hand, squeezing her eyes shut as he stroked her walls.

“Lesson one.” He breathed, pumping his fingers quickly. Y/n’s legs trembled on either side of his thighs as she whined, gripping his arm.

Her walls tightened around his fingers, and he exhaled. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Y/n nodded.

“Good.” He said, hooking his fingers again. “I want you to cum on me.”

She began to pant. At this point, she didn’t care that the others were only inside just a short distance away; she wanted nothing but Simon.

He gripped her thigh as she began thrusting into his hand. “I’m—”

“Go on.” Simon encouraged. As Y/n released, she released a long moan that was music to his ears.

Ghost was tired of waiting. “Lesson two.”

Y/n watched as he began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. As he lowered the zipper, he immediately lifted his hips and pulled them down just below his thighs. She stared at the bulge threatening to break loose from his briefs with anticipation.

Pulling them down, Ghost slipped his dick into his hand and worked himself slowly. He watched her as she stared, as if she hadn’t seen one before; because she hadn’t.

And it was huge.

Ghost sighed as he slipped up his shaft, stroking his head with his thumb. “Fuck, Y/n. Do you like this?”

The woman didn’t respond, and he reached for her hand before closing it around his shaft. As he helped her move up and down, bending her wrist, the man moaned softly.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re good at this already.” He said, leaning back. He watched her for a moment, noticing the concentration in her eyes as she worked him carefully. Her fingers traced over each vein bulging across his shaft, to the head. Pre cum leaked from his tip, and he pulled her hand up to stroke the thin white line.

“You’re so big,” she said quietly. “How will I. . .”

Ghost pulled her forward and positioned her above his dick, taking it into his hand as he parted her thighs farther. “I’ll make it fit. Every inch of me inside of you.”

Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her down on top of him, the tip slipping in slowly. The more she engulfed him, the more pain it caused. The woman yelped as she buried her face into his neck.

Ghost lifted his hips and grunted as he shoved himself inside of her tight cunt. Y/n cried out, frozen on top of him as he exhaled.

“Fuck,” he whispered, placing one hand on the wheel behind her. “You’re so bloody tight.”

He lowered his hips and lifted them again, his hand sliding up her spine as he listened to her small whines. Ghost grabbed her waist, helping her move with him.

“Like this.” He instructed. “Fuck, yeah, just like this.”

Y/n rolled her hips back and forth as she was shown, and she exhaled as the pleasure began to override the pain. Ghost held her close, gripping her rear as she moved.

“It hurts.” She said, but it was muffled by a moan.

“It will. Until I’ve fucked you some more.” He told her. He pressed his lips against hers, moaning against her mouth before slipping his hand into her hair. He tugged at the roots, watching as her head fell back into his hand.

Ghost moaned as he bucked his hips, the smack of their skin echoing through the car as he did so. He gripped her jaw and forced her to look at him, the woman panting.

“Harder.”

Moving faster, he leaned back in his seat and began lifting her body, pulling it back down on his dick. The man gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips for more. She was intoxicating— her scent, her body, her. Just her.

“Fucking Christ—” he stroked her walls with every clench, feeling her warmth on his dick as he slipped in and out. Y/n breathed heavily.

“God, Simon—” she whined, watching the man as she moved. His eyes flickered to her thighs, wiping the small line of blood from her skin.

“Just a bit more, yeah?” He moaned, feeling her clench. He sighed as he lifted his hips again. “Good girls learn fast.”

His words were enough to send her into a frenzy. As her thighs began to tingle and her stomach began to burn, she squeezed her eyes shut as Ghost slammed into her again.

His dick began to throb, and his tip began to tingle. Digging his fingers into her flesh, the man sprung his hips up, and he came with a grunting moan. And as if just on cue, Y/n yelped.

She could feel his warmth in the pit of her stomach as he released, lifting her body from his. Cum splashed across Simon’s thighs as he slipped out of her.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He said, slipping the balaclava back into place over his head and face. He held her body to his, listening to her as she steadied her breath.

“Was it good?” She asked him. Ghost began pulling her underwear and her jeans back into place, exhaling. “You were brilliant.”

Y/N flushed immediately as he opened his car door.

“They’re going to wonder where we went.” She said to him.

“Yeah, well, Price owes me a fuckin’ tequila.” Ghost said as she slid out of the car behind him. They walked side by side back into the bar, where the others waited in the same place.

Soap watched, chewing on his food as Y/n sat down beside him carefully, wincing. Ghost came in last, sitting down near the others as he looked once more at Y/n.

Soap smirked as he swallowed his food. “Hail must’a hurt, aye?”

He addressed to the bruise on her neck, and the woman immediately pulled the neck of her hood up farther as she kicked Soap’s shin beneath the table.

“Aye, Lt. Find anything good outside?”

Y/n buried her face into her hands as Ghost sent the man a look, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

“Fuck off, MacTavish.”

Dating Elvis Presley would include:

It’s the first night at the Bunker.

Warnings: Light Daddy Kink, Dom x Sub, Oral (Male receiving)

Sam x Female Reader

“All right, you might not be sure about it yet, but this place is amazing.”

Sam watched as Y/N walked through the Men of Letters Bunker, observing everything that there was. And that was almost everything.

“Sam, do you realize how many books are in here?” She asked. “It’s our own library!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, we pretty much have everything.” He said, examining the shelves.

Dean appeared from one of the corridors. The man was wearing a dark grey robe, causing Sam and Y/N to laugh.

“This thing, is freakin’ comfortable.” He defended.

“Anyway, I’m hitting the hay. I already picked out my room, and please, please. Pick your room on that side.”

Sam chuckled and Y/N flushed. “Yeah, sure.”

Dean disappeared, and Y/N looked up at him.

“He’s happy,”

“Yeah, he is.”

Y/N closed a book and set it back on the shelf. “Are you?”

Sam inhaled. “I mean, I’m happy that we found somewhere to do work.”

Y/N knew it would take a while before Sam would allow himself to settle into the Bunker, and she knew that he would need help.

The woman grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him towards the corridor. “Let’s pick a room.”

As they walked through the hall, Y/N decided to choose a random door out of the several. As she opened the door, she revealed a room with a neatly-made bed.

“Wow, it’s been clean for all these years.” He chuckled. Y/N walked farther into the room and turned around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked her.

She shook her head. “Nothing, I was just thinking. . .”

His eyebrows furrowed. “About what?”

Y/N walked towards him and placed her hand on his chest. “It’s just been a while since we’ve been alone like this.”

Sam chuckled as he looked down at her. “No, you’re right. It’s been a very long time. I just. . . I don’t want to pressure you at all.”

Y/N pressed her body against Sam’s, and he inhaled.

“I want you to pressure me.” She whispered as his nose brushed against hers. Sam licked his lips as her tender breasts pressed to his chest, and he sighed.

Y/N took a step back and began unbuttoning her shirt. He watched her immensely as the woman unbuttoned the last button and shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders, revealing her black satin bra. As Sam watched her reach back to unhook it, his pants tightened around his cock. As the bra fell from her chest, he watched it fall to the floor before moving his eyes back up to her breasts. (Use the gift post above)

Sam watched as she began walking towards him, and he felt her hands grip his belt before slipping it out of the jean loops.

Without another word, Sam grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. Y/N kissed him back, gasping as his hands curled around her thighs before lifting her off of her feet. Sam carried her towards the bed, throwing her down against the mattress. She stared up at him breathlessly, watching as he tugged her jeans down. Sam threw her jeans aside and planted his lips against her sternum, moving them to her breast. As he took her nipple between his lips, Y/N moaned as a heat spread through the pit of her stomach and dampness occurred between her legs.

“Let me please you.” Y/N wanted him to submit for once. Sam sat up as she began to stand, and she pinned him down against the mattress. Sam propped himself on his elbows, watching her undo his jeans anxiously. He ran his fingers through her hair, watching as she pulled his cock from his briefs. She stared at the erected cock, curling her hand around his shaft.

Sam watched as Y/N straddled his thighs before taking him into her mouth. The man threw his head back, a deep moan rattling the back of his throat as she sucked him slowly. She worked his shaft as she sucked, pressing her tongue to each vein. He squeezed his eyes shut and he ran his hands through her hair before tugging at the roots. The faster she worked him, he began bucking his hips and began to thrust into her mouth. He could feel himself working up to his release.

“Fuck,” Sam moaned, gritting his teeth. He was getting closer and closer. The feeling of the back of her throat on his head caused him to throb.

And as she created a stimulation by humming, he lost it.

Sam pulled her up and yanked her forward. As she practically landed on top of him, she quickly wound an arm around his neck as he sat her down on top of him. Y/N cried out, squeezing his arm as he moved in and out of her. Sam pressed his lips to hers, moving her up and down on top of him. The man squeezed her breast and gnawed at her skin as she rolled her hips.

“Is this good?” Sam asked her between pants. She planted her lips against his ear. “Yes, daddy.”

Sam closed his eyes and thrusted faster at the name he once loathed. But since being with Y/N, it made their time better.

“I wanted to be in charge, but I won’t oblige. I’ll do what daddy wants.” She moaned as he thrusted roughly, causing her to dig her nails into his skin. Sam rolled over and gripped the bed board, lifting her legs and shoving farther into her. Y/N didn’t care about the pain or the raw feeling that was spreading, she was too aroused and in love with him to care.

He gritted his teeth as he came, moaning as he released. Y/N’s walls clenched around him, and as she came, each muscle eased. Sam pulled out of her and wrapped his arms around her, her body pinned to his as he pulled the blankets over their bodies. She pressed her lips against his, feeling his fingers gently caress her face.

“We can do this a lot more now, we don’t have to wait several months again for privacy.” She said, burying her face in his neck.

Sam hugged her tightly as he laughed.