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Don’t know || simon riley x you

mentions; plot , smut.

a/n: this is my first smut or thing i’ve written in general 😭, pls fucking bare with me idk what i’m doing i just love the thought of ghost fucking me. so i’d thought why not join in on the writing :p.

this was very briefly proof read.

ignoring ghost the whole day even though it seemed like a decade for him pissed him off entirely. you liked playing with him, playing with the little emotions he had to hopefully spark the dominance out of him. there was no specific reason as to why you wanted to play with him today, but you sure wouldn’t stop.

on the training field you felt his eyes pierce your back every minute possible, tf141 were in duos today, you picked soap although your usual partner is the one and only ghost. if that wasn’t the first thing that pissed him off, seeing you straddle soap whenever you tackled him definitely was. you two giggling was the sound to prison, he was gonna kill someone.

“You can’t fucking do that y/n,” Soap says laughing as he try’s to block your attacks going for his face. laughing you continuously go for him, you kneeled his crotch area applying pressure in the area that was his most vulnerable sanctuary. making him wince in pain and pleasure.

“You’re just too slow~” You sing to him, before roughly meeting the ground, face first. your arms fly to your back by soap’s great strength. holding your arms in place with one hand, his other comes to gather your hair in one strong pull.

“Ouch you fuck arse,” y/n says. hissing at the pulling of your hair.

“Sometimes people who don’t listen need a reason to,” soap leans into your ear to whisper, “isn’t that right darling?”

accepting your defeat for this round you shrug him off, regaining your stance you wait for him to get into a ready position. once he was ready you both waited for the whistle signalling for all duos to start. the whistle went off and you wasted no time in launching another attack at soap, but before you could touch him a hand comes to cup your fist, engulfing the entirety of your hand.

you stopped quickly, wondering why you were blocked. seeing who belonged to the mysterious hand you nearly forgot what your main objective was.

“Aye, what’s wrong?” soap asks ghost but he doesn’t take his eyes off me, instead his eyes never leave mine despite soap asking a question.

“I need to take the lady to captain price, emergency.” Is all he says, not even looking at poor soap. he flicks his head to the side as an indication for you to follow him, two of his hands grip the sides of his vests and he walks off. you gave soap a curious look and shrugged your shoulders earning the same from him.

you began to walk, looking at how ghost walks as if he owns the place. you look around at the duos and notice price is sparring with his partner, your eyebrows furrowed together as you recall ghost mentioning price needing you.

“I need to go to price right?” you ask ghost and he hums in agreement.

“but he’s back there” and he hums again.

he walks through the doors first, holding the door for you to let you in. you’re wondering where he’s taking you if price is back on the field. you both walk into a secluded room that was further away from the main doors. at the back.

“okay so what’s happening,” you ask

“you, is what’s happening. si’down,” he gestured to take a seat at the desks that was smack bam in the middle of the room. the room was fairly dark and sounded as if it was sound proof. only the seat you occupied and silver table was in the room. odd.

he leaned on the wall crossing his arms together as he lays his head back. eyes still on you devouring you through the holes in his mask. you wanted to act like none of this would’ve happened if you had just interacted with him through the day but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting a bit excited.

“yes?” you ask him, leaning back in your chair crossing one leg over the other. an innocent smile displaying on your face hoping ghost will come and wipe it off soon.

“don’t fucking yes me cunt,” to say you weren’t a tad wet by now was a definite lie and you’d be sent to hell for lying or ignoring ghost.

“can’t believe i just let you basically fuck soap infront of me,” ghost said walking closer, taking long yet slow strides towards your shivering figure.

“i bet you’d like to watch me though, am i right?” thighs clenching at your boldness. oh you were in for it, and you couldn’t wait.

he kneeled in front of you, sitting on the back of his heels. his legs spread widely. he looked up to you, cocking his head to the side.

“the only thing i like watching is this cock fucking the pussy that belongs to me,” you instantly caught butterflies in your stomach, your mouth hung open not knowing what to say.

“now tell me what i did to deserve your silent treatment, hm?” he said, softly grabbing the back of your calves and spreading your legs apart, reaching under your thighs to lift you up and switch positions. you’re now straddling him as he sits, manspreading.

“just a little fun that’s all,” you say, licking your lips as you stare at his eyes. “and maybe a lil teasing? i don’t know,”

“oh? you don’t know why?”

you hum in response. seeing his frustration rise a little you giggle to yourself.

“oh you’re so fucking annoying i just wanna fuck that shit outta you,” ghost says, gripping the fat of your ass. letting his hands mindless roam on it, his mind is slowly getting clouded by the thought of fucking you on his lap right there.

one hand snakes up against your side to hold your neck tightly, sliding his hand up and down your neck, you pulsate at his tight grasp around you. “do you want me to help you remember?”

you smirk, your hand goes to glide along his chest, down his stomach and finally meeting the spot you hope to fill you soon. groping him through his pants he slaps your hand away.

“fuck off, you don’t know how difficult it was to train without seeing you on top of soap like that,” if he didn’t feel you partially riding him before he could definitely feel you now. “i wanted to do horrible things to him, and even worse to you,” he whispers in your ear, cupping your heat with his hand through your cargos. you hiss at the subtle contact, although you wanted more.

your hand wraps around his, pushing his hand hard against your pussy to find any pleasure. the thickness of your pants prevents from even the littlest of touch to be felt. you arch your back a little in hopes to feel something, and you do. your stomach curling at the famous feeling you two always bring for each other. he laughs lowly, looking at how desperate you are to feel him.

“you’re such a stupid cunt, y’know?” he says enjoying the little performance you’re putting on before him. he tugs his hand away from you and travels it back to your ass, leaving jt lay there for the time being.

“i am? i didn’t know that,” you sulk at the loss of contact, relying on little friction between both of your precious parts. “if you fuck me good then maybe i’ll know how much i’m a stupid cunt,” you moan in his ear as he rocks his hips up against you, you felt how hard he was. you’d feel better if he felt how wet you are for him.

“fuck sakes,” he storms up with you still in his arms, he slams you onto the table with your legs still wrapped around him. he softly jerks his hips into you. “i’ll fuck you alright”

you’re so damn excited that you might pass out from the excitement. you can’t wait to see his reaction of you being so fucking wet for him. you can feel the fabric of your panties stick to you. he tugs lightly at the waistband of your pants, you lift your hips up a bit for him to swiftly take it off you. he takes your boots off your pants following behind, he lifts you by the behinds of your knees.

you bite your bottom lip, analysing the lust that overpowers in his eyes. you can barely see him gulp on his mask as he looks so fixated on you. you wiggle your hips to tell him to hurry up making him slap the side of your thigh.

“just fucking wait,” slowing pulling your panties off, his eyes staring at the way it sticks to your pussy before fully coming off, “so sick of you,” he feels him self painfully harden even more.

“no you’re not baby, you’re just sick of seeing soap get more pussy than you,” your hand snakes to your sensitive clit and starts rubbing circles on it, for a moment he pauses, lust and rage now fills his eyes. you face is smug, and you know what you just said pissed him off, to what extent? planet mars.

you were testing his patience and it worked because the sudden contact on your neck made you gasp as if you took your last breathe. with his other hand he slapped the hand that was working at your clit away and replaced it with two of his own. pressing down hard on your clit he slowly made his way to your hole and inserted it roughly. you moaned as if you were acting on pornhub, he filled you right up that the stretch felt so good.

“oh fuck, that’s good,” you moaned loudly, squirming on the table like the little girl you were. begging wasn’t your forte but with work being so busy and you barely getting any dick you were in heat. “i missed you fucking me simon,”

with that as motivation he thrusted his fingers ever so slowly, listening to the lewd sounds played from your pussy. he watched as your juices lathered his fingers quite quickly. he watched as it got so wet that it made his work easier, adding another finger he started picking up his pace.

“you miss fucking me huh? seems like you get another dick around here,” roughly fingering your hole, almost murdering the poor thing. it wasn’t the pace that he was going at it was the way he would thrust his fingers in that his palm would hit your clit.

“i don’t fuck anyone but you, no one makes my pussy cry for more like you do,” he smirked at you, already knowing the answer being that you were his and vice versa. he must admit work had been hectic so he would naturally push himself away from you. wanting to get the work done before burying himself inside you. but your little antics today made it quite impossible for him to do so.

You close your eyes and let him do his work, at this point you were a moaning mess, his hand on your neck and other hand in your pussy made you feel on cloud 9. your hands went into your hair to tug at it, arching your back off the table you felt his fingers disappear from inside you. as you were about to open your eyes you feel his warm mouth hover over your clit. you saw that he had moved his mask up just above his nose. you screeched and your back created a bridge off the table. you looked down to see him already looking at you. he kissed your clit remaining the eye contact, then he sucked on it. he sucked as if he was back on the pacifier. you body retracted back to the table.

his tongue twirled around your clit then flicked at it. leaving no space for you to breathe he sucked on it again, you could see his cheeks hollow and hear the slurping noises. it was making you go feral. his hands held your hips down from moving too much, head buried in your legs your hands traveled on their own to touch the needy nubs on your boobs. squeezing your boobs hard you can’t help but moan more loudly. wanting to let everyone know how much of a pussy eater this guy is.

“stop moaning so damn loud these walls ain’t sound proof,” he looked up with his eyes only, never leaving your pussy. adding his three fingers back in he thrusts it in and out in a inhumane speed, his tongue doing wonders on your clit as well. you were definitely so wet that his chin was covered in your pussy juice, it was drenched. liquid would be dripping down his neck and the sight alone made your thighs fold around his head. earning a low gruff he forced your legs back open but this time further apart.

“i think i’m gonna cum baby,” you moaned, working faster on your clit with his mouth he stood up, looking down at you with a smug on his face. “wha- oh fuuuuck,”

he licked all four of his fingers, instead of inserting it he rubbed your clit as if he was starting a fire. your hips started to lose contact with table, the pleasure he was giving you was like no other you don’t understand anything at this point. you felt like you were gonna squirt, but you were at work and quite frankly didn’t wanna clean up any mess.

“that’s it, fucking cum for me like the fucking slut you are y/n,” he says as he works faster, he felt little squirts of liquid come front knowing you were close. “cum from my fingers baby, cum,”

“fuuuuck simon, yes, yes, fuuuck,” that was your last straw, his sinful words sent you over the edge and you were now squirting all over his uniform. his hand was drenched and used it to his advantage to finger fuck you again. but it was beginning to be too much. you wrapped a hand around his arm to stop him but he just kept riding your orgasm out, he wanted to overstimulate you. you eyes were beginning to tear up at the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

then finally he stopped. you decided to use this interval to catch your breathe, you looked at him with a little smile on his face. he returned the gesture. you looked at how wet you made him.

“sorry,” you laughed. you sat up, your pussy hitting the half cold table stimulating it even more. tugging his top off he revealed his muscular body. you kissed the centre of his chest, and worked down to kissing each of his abs. you look up at him with your eyes as you glide your tongue back up to his chest.

“don’t be, i’m not fucking you right if you don’t make a mess on me,” his hands go to unbuckle his belt, anticipation in both of you start building as he slowly slides it under his hardened cock. his tip was so purple you thought it was abnormal, he was swollen to the point you thought that just one lick on it he’d cum.

you wrapped your hand around him, studying his face as you slide your hand up and down his length. he doesn’t show much so you decide to fully wrap your lips around his tip. that’s when his head fell back. normally you’d start kitty licking him until he shoves it down your throat but you desperately wanted him to cum all over your face so started sucking hard on his tip, gripping his shaft tighter you jerk him off in circular motions. he groaned at your action, taking the loose strands of your hair and holding it back.

“fuck that’s it,” groaning against your touch you could feel the veins in his cock against your lips and you feel yourself getting wet again. “fuck this mouth is mine,”

he grabs your head, you thought you were going to be in charge this time. you thought wrong. he starts fucking into your mouth so then you started tightening your lips, making the tiniest ‘o’ your mouth could form. you start gagging and saliva starts to build up on the corner of your mouth. you use that and smother it on his balls. you start to massage his balls as he works your mouth, he forms a thin line with his mouth from under his mask.

“don’t do that otherwise i’d cum,” but you don’t listen, you continue massaging and sucking. you want his cum, you want it on your face and you want it now. the hand gripping your hair tightens, and by the way his cock twitches in your mouth he’s close. your tongue flattens on his dick so that it can rub against the slit from underneath his tip where his precum starts leaking heavily. you start slurping, multitasking between two hands working his balls and dick.

“stop,” he says. again, why have ears if you’re not gonna listen.

“i said fucking stop,” he pulls your hair and your head follows after it, but you fight to connect back with his dick and successfully did. you pushed him so he was leaning against the table, you started leaning your weight on him sucking his dick as if it was the last one on earth.

“fuck fuck fuuuckk,” white semen paints the inside of your throat, you suck his dick until you feel nothing else coming out. with a slight pop his dick pops out of your mouth. you cheekily smile up at him, before he could speak you continue sucking.

“what the fuck,” you wanted to overstimulate him, you loved knowing that all his cum was for you. he forcefully pushed you off this time. allowing himself to connect his thoughts after you tried stealing it through his dick.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he kissed your sweet lips, picking you up and laying you back on the table again. opening your legs again he spat on your clit, rubbing it slowly. grabbing his cock he wet it with the mix of his spit and your juices on your pussy. he then aligned himself with your entrance.

“fuck me,” is all you had to say before he started thrusting. hands creating prints on your hips from keeping you in place.

the smell of sex, the sound of the table squeaking, and the lustful moans of each other filled the room. how unprofessional it was of you two to fuck while working but who cares.

you went to grab one of your boobs again, playing with it in a pace that matches him fucking you. your other hand went down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it quickly for you to cum. your fingers went to trace his dick going in and out of you, that alone made you feel your orgasm come quicker.

“you’re so fucking good for me, i can fuck you til dawn,” he parted your legs far apart enough for him to be deeper in you than before, your legs created a ‘m’ and he kept it that way with his hands at the back of your thighs holding your legs down.

“t-too much.” you cry

“fuck up, you take what i give,” he could die in you, he couldn’t get enough. this man was the strongest on the battle field yet he would melt and weaken at the knees with just the tip in. he ripped his mask off, it was a normal occurrence for you to see him maskless. the scene infront of you, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat beads that roll down, his mouth that hung open from the way your pussy sucks him in, makes you cum right there. You rip out a loud moan not caring who could hear at this point.

“did you just fucking cum?” yes. yes you did.

“mhmm,” you hum, he still trying to find his high.

“fuck you’re a greedy cunt, i swear,”

he’s absolutely destroying your cunt now, first you ignore him, second you send him into stimulation, now third you cum without warning, yeah you’re fucked. metaphorically and literally. He holds the bottom of your stomach, you could feel him more than ever now. he looks so hot chasing his high like the slut he is. slut for you to be exact. you completely ignore the fact that your stomach can’t keep up with the pleasure now.

“cum in me lieutenant, come on, show me how much i can milk out of you just from my pussy baby,” you love egging him on, he gets annoyed. getting annoyed means fucking you until you shut up.

“fuck lieutenant, your cock is mine only fuck. fuc-“ both his hands are wrapped around your throat now, biting your bottom lip you feel your third orgasm coming for today.

“shut. the. fuck. up.” he says, every word having a thrust to its own fuck it’s too good to fuck with ghost sometimes you can’t believe it. he twitches, and you think finally you can only take so much.

he begins thrusting sloppy, his pace is uneven and you know he’s about to cum. you’re excited cs you love him finishing inside of you, the sight of him trying to get every last drop of him in you makes you go insane. then you start talking.

“fucking cum daddy, cum in my tight pussy,” he’s done and you know it. it’s very rare of you to call him daddy and it’s very rare of him to accept it. but hearing you call him daddy today sends him into planet orbit.

“fuuckk slut, fuckkk,” your pussy milking him dry as he cums in you. your lewd moan helps him to cum, he tries to grip on to every crevice of your body. he’s thrusting fast, then with his final drop he does one big thrust and finished right there.

both of you panting, probably one of the best orgasms you had with each other. he kisses you, a sweet kiss, a kiss with love and passion. he slowly starts thrusting again just to feel you once more before pulling back out. he watched as your filled hole started spilling out his cum, then he starts looking at his dick decorated with yours. he then looks at you, your cheeks flushed and bruises from his finger tips on his hips. thankfully no hickeys even though they’ve probably heard every last moan.

“c’mere,” he helps me up, pulling me by the arm. he kissed me again with his hand back around my throat. both our tongues fight for dominance, neither one of us will ever back down but only ghost will ever win. he tangled his hand in the strands of my hair and yanks back. kissing and biting on my neck he then talks in my ear.

“never fucking pull that shit you hear me?” you moan but you nod in response. he kisses your neck one more time then slaps my ass and holds there. “good”

We get dressed and make ourselves looks like we did before we fucked. upon putting his clothes i remembered how i squirted all over his uniform, i laughed a little. he was confused until he looked down and remembered. taking his top back off he’d have to walk out shirtless.

“for fuck sakes y/n,” his laugh was low and you loved how sexy that sounded. “what am i gonna say”

“i don’t fucking know dumbass you’re the one who wanted to fuck,” he rolled his eyes then finally put his mask on. he came up with a little plan, you walked out of the room first and tell everyone went to the restroom. he would come out a little later than you and say he accidentally spilt his water on him. you guys high-fived and executed your plan.

on your way back to the field you noticed how nobody was there. you looked at the time and nearly half’n’hour passed. you’d be lucky if you get 10 minutes. you walked back into the building and into the briefing room. that’s when you saw only tf141 sitting around the table. you couldn’t help but notice the smug look some of the guys had on their faces first, soap especially. price had that look on his face like “y’all finished?” and nodded for you to sit down.

3 minutes passed and ghost walked in with no shirt, your eyes nearly fell out of your head because what dumb fuck comes to a room filled with people with their shirt off. you wanted to k9 yourself right there, everyone’s assumptions were now confirmed with his arrival.

“where the hell is your shirt LT,” Soap asked him.

“ask y/n” yup you really wanted to die now.

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