dantenyhpmir - Tumblr blog

dantenyhpmir · 4 months

Text

Reunion Part 2

A sequel to Reunion (Not required reading)

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; Simon has just tracked you down and you invite him back to your place to remain inconspicuous.

Warnings; CNC, Oral M!recieving, Choking, unprotected sex, "Slow burn"

Word Count; 4847

Dante Nyhpmir Masterlist

You hadn't had many visitors in your new place and you never expected one of them to be Ghost. You lead him into the kitchen and start the kettle while grabbing some mugs.

"Y' don't need to make anything y/n" he says

"You're gonna turn down a tea?" You smile while reaching up to the top shelf. It's a bit too high for you. You don't have tea very often so you keep it on the highest shelf.

His thoughts were racing. He hadn't seen you in so long. He missed walking behind you in the field, watching your hips sway. It hit differently in your civilian look. Your jeans hugged a lot nicer. Even just you taking off your coat when you entered your apartment hit him like a train. The stretch of your waist as you try to grab the tea. It took him a minute to stop looking, to realize he should help.

He walked up behind you. His looming sent a shiver all the way to your toes as you can feel his chest behind you. You don't turn around yet, knowing your face feels flushed as his arm reaches past you to grab the tea box.

"Yorkshire gold?" He says reading the label.

His favourite. You hadn't forgotten.

His arm wraps in front of you, gesturing for you to take it, still standing behind you. You manage to bring yourself to turn around trapped between his arms and the counter. His eyes glazed, staring at you. Your doe eyes to match, then to where his lips are hiding under his COVID mask and back up to his eyes again. Your mouth practically watering.

"I’ll make it when I’m missing you” you tell him

"You miss me?"

You turn to put the tea bags in the cup, grabbing the creamer and sugar. Breaking his trap around the counter. He takes a step back to lean against it instead. Noticing you remembering exactly how he took his tea.

"Do you doubt that?" You ask

"It was on a shelf you couldn’t exactly reach" he says

Beat.

“Missing you is difficult,” You say with a frog in your throat. You don’t turn to look at him. Just continuing to prepare the tea. The kettle screams and you take it off the burner. A cat comes into the kitchen to see what the noise is from.

"When did you get this lil guy?" He asks

"I got her a couple months ago"

Simon leans down to pet her. She's very open to him. He lets her smell him before delicately petting under her chin.

You always wanted a cat but never had one growing up. Your parents grew up on farms and didn't see the value in an animal that would live in the home. As you got older and entered the military, you couldn't keep one at any base. You could've had a home in other cities but you'd be away from them, which you always felt was unfair to a living creature you agreed to take off.

Ghost knew all this. You told him all about it when you'd be falling asleep in his arms back at the base. He always wanted to know how you grew up. He wanted to know everything about you. Nothing was too mundane. Part of him was happy you could finally have the little company you wanted but he also knew what that meant.

You weren't coming back.

You hand him his tea. You can only hold eye contact for so long before you take a sip to break it, burning your mouth. He doesn't though. It's hard not to look at you. Thinking to himself how stubborn you are, forcing yourself to drink it too soon. Resisting the urge to tease you about it. It wasn’t worth the time, he just wanted to look at you. After he had been missing you every night. Been looking for so long.

"You can't stay here, if they find out you found me I'll have to move again. Not that I don't want your company but, I have grown fond of this place"

"How much time would you give me?"

You pause. It's dangerous for him to stay more than even an hour but, you can't just have an hour. You sip your tea contemplating.

"How long before you get reprimanded?" You ask

"We're long past that Love"

It was already past 10pm, the day had gone by so quickly. You wish it would've slowed down, to spend as much time with him as possible.

"Midnight" you say, "be out by midnight"

"Okay" he says, pulling his mask down to finally have a sip.

God you missed his jaw line. His hands. Everything. Absolutely everything.

"I want to know what happened” he says

"Simon, no"

"Let me-"

"No, Simon. I mean it. You don't want to know what happened to me."

"I know it'll make me react but- "

"To say the least. I don't want you to know."

"You think I wouldn't go after them?"

"No I know that you will and it won't change anything"

"They'd be dead"

"And what? That's supposed to make me feel better?!"

"They couldn't hurt you again. You could come back to work"

The little feline friend rubs up against your legs

"Simon, I'm not coming back."

"But if I get rid of them, you can"

"You and I both know that's not how this works, you can't undo what happened to me"

"I can do SOMETHING?!" he yells

The cat gets freaked out and runs into the living room.

Beat.

You set down the tea cup and go to wrap your arms around him.

"I don't wanna spend this time fighting and I really don't want to spend it telling you what happened. I can't relive it and I can't handle how angry I know you'll get."

He wraps his arms around you, squeezes you tightly.

“I'm sorry” he says quietly

He forgets how worked up he gets, part of you is flattered. Happy to see your guard dog again but that's not the side of him you'd take if you only have a few hours.

Your head feels at home against his chest. Your arms wrapped around him until his body isn't as tense, for his anger to wash away to be turned into relief. To finally see you, be close enough to smell your shampoo and embrace your body. His arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly. As though if he latches on he could stay well past midnight. Stay in this moment forever.

Beat.

You turn your head to look up at him. He can't turn away from your pretty eyes.

“What new stories do you have from base?” You ask

“Do you care about that right now?”

“I'd ask you anything to be honest, it's just nice hearing your voice again.”

“I wanna know about you.”

Always. Always found new ways to be curious about you. You were his favourite podcast.

“What would you like to know?”

“That you're happy. In this new life.”

“I think so.” You say sheepishly.

“You THINK?”

“It's a bigger adjustment than I expected. I should like freedom, but I find it to be exhausting”

“What do you mean?”

“I just got so used to my days being the same. My plans were laid out. My clothes were chosen, my food was chosen, my mission was chosen. I could just focus on doing my job well…. And you.” You tease with a look.

“You never had much focus” he chirps back

“I get decision fatigue in this kind of life. I'm oddly tired and wish I could turn off my brain.”

His eyes softened as his hands rolled down your sides. His palm just lightly touches the sides of your waist. His thumbs press into the front of your stomach, slowly.

“You miss me bossing you around uh?” His voice is more smokey now. A switch has turned. It was always so easy to flip. He would never turn down any advancement you might make.

“Everyday” you say while your hands skim down his stomach, a finger just slightly trailing the line of his jeans. Your fingerprint runs along the inside of his waistband.You watch your own hands trace the inseam. Your bottom lip, unable to fully shut. Just remembering how much you loved to taste him. As if it didn't plague your thoughts at night. As if it didn't come to mind the second you smell his cologne.

His hand grabs the side of your face, his thumb holding your chin as he moves your head up to face him. Making sure you make eye contact with him with a slight squeeze. God you forgot how big his hands were.

“You need to turn that brain off?” He asks his half shut lids, staring at your lips as they hang open. You nod, practically salivating already. His grip tightens for just a moment before he lets go.

“Knees” he commands.

Beat.

Your hands lower to his belt buckle as you go to undo it but he doesn’t stand for that yet.

“What did I say?”

You pause

“Knees”

“So you can hear”

You pause as you slide down onto the floor, holding onto his belt and looking back up at him for your next command.

“Can I?” You ask, in bated breath

He nods

You can see his chest breathing slowly, almost feel it as you undo the buckle.

“Slower”

You look up at him, as if apologies in your eyes before taking the time to undo the button. Carefully placing your finger tips on the zipper and pulling it down. Finally digging your fingers into the waist band of his boxers and jeans. You shift your weight up so you can look up at him while you pull them both down with your whole body, clearly wanting him. Doing so as slow as possible.

You could listen.

You knew he wasn’t going to just let you play with him right away. He never would. Teasing you was too fun but god how much you missed his cock.

“Use your words” He says

“Can I taste you?” You ask

His hand shifts down to your face, holding it so sweetly in his palm as you stare up at him. It’s just a cute ruse before he gives you a slap. It isn’t painful, but enough of a shock to your system.

“You forget your manners in civilian life too?”

You bite your lip, too excited at what that does to your body. Knowing he was just giving a tester.

“Sometimes” You say looking up at him, no doe eyes. Just fuck me eyes. Just absolutely fuck me up eyes before he gives the side of your face another taste of his palm, harder this time. Enough to sting.

“Let’s try that again” he says sternly

“Can I taste you, please” you whine as the grip around your face tightens. His nose exhales a bit of breath, not enough for a laugh but enough to notice.

“Open your mouth”

You keep eye contact with him, licking your lips slowly before your mouth opens.

“Stick out your tongue”

Finally following orders.

His hand slowly moves over your head and behind your scalp, grabbing a fist full of your hair. He pushes your head just slightly closer.

“Please” you ask

He takes a hold of his cock by the base and flicks it over your tongue.

“Not yet”

He hits it again, harder this time.

“Ask again, I wanna hear your pretty whines.”

“Please” You ask

“Please what?”

“Can I please taste you, Ghost” you breath

He nods and your eyes light up.

Your mouth is practically drooling as you lick both of your palms and grab a hold of the shaft. Your tongue hangs open as it slowly licks from the base of the shaft before your hands and down his cock to the tip. Rolling your tongue around the ends as your hands run along, turning and twisting.

Your head glides back and forth, matching the rhythm of your hands letting as much spit drain from your mouth. Lapping up every drop of pre cum that you can. You want his cock soaked with your saliva as your hands spread every bit of spit around it. You try to contain yourself but your excitement oozes just as much as his cock’s pre cum.

His hand stays in your hair but it doesn’t tighten. He’s relaxing, you can feel it and hear it in his breath as his head tips up and moans. He’s missed you. No one can do this like you can.

Your head’s motion speeds up just a little, as you start to take his cock in your mouth. Not just licking, your tongue hangs out gliding along as you start to take it farther and farther. Your hands help you along in your rhythmic strokes. Your eyes smile up at him, he can’t help but close his. The moans he makes when you’re so close to swallowing him practically have you dripping.

Your eyes focus back on your task. Getting your mouth closer and closer to the base. Saliva practically hanging out of your mouth now, getting into the bottom of your hair. His grip tightens now. He’s back down to earth. This always means he’s too close. Has to catch himself before he cums. Before he makes a mess of your mouth. He hadn’t even begun to fuck you yet and he’d be damned if you had him finish before you.

“Eyes up” he commands as his hand opens up over the back of your head to regrip your hair. Your eyes look at him, they can’t look away as you keep rolling your mouth and hands all over his cock. Your whines exhaling when you can catch your breath.

“Choke on it” He says

Your eyes light up in a bit of a panic as you hear this but by the time your brain processes what he said he’s already pushed your head forward all the way over his cock. Your hands let go as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands grab his sides to brace taking all of it as you gag, looking at his treasure trail in front of you before closing your eyes.

He slaps the side of your face again, upping the intensity from before. His palm makes the smack as your eyes light up at his command.

“Eyes. Up” He says slower as you look at him with a bit of fear and shock in your eyes as they water. Your mascara running down your cheeks as he smudges some of it with his thumb.

“You can take it” He says as he lets up, your head following forward just slightly. Enough to catch your breath before he plunges back in. If there was anything that drove him more crazy than your whines it was your gagging. You try to pull your head back a bit but he keeps your head in place as your eyelids fall and the mascara runs thicker.

Beat.

“Good girl” he says as he grabs on tight to your hair and throws you off his cock. Your arms catch you as you kneel over. Coughing and catching your breath.

“What do you say?” He commands as he strokes himself, slowly.

“Thank you” you whisper, still finding your breath.

“What was that?” He asks, looming over you.

“Thank you Ghost” You say with more energy. The bits of it you can find between catching your breath.

His hand glides over your face, gently. Lifting your chin.

“Simon” His thumb running along the bottom of your chin. “You know what I wanna hear Sweetheart.”

He always preferred Simon when you two were intimate. Especially without his mask on. Just his face looking down at you. His eyes trained on you.

“Thank you Simon” You say with a lull. Your eyes tired and smiling through everything. Your hair being a giant knot and the bottoms coated in salvia that drooled from your mouth. Your cheeks stained from your make up. You were an absolute mess and he couldn’t be more excited to wear you out.

His hands feel so good holding your face. It’s tender.

For now.

“I haven’t seen the rest of your place” He says

“You trying to see the bedroom” You laugh through the sweat, biting your lip.

“Show me”

You go to stand up but his grip around your jaw tightens. You look up at him. He keeps you on the floor.

“Crawl”

“My knees are going to be so sore” You say, almost teasing yourself. Still catching your breath.

“Don’t worry, you’ll spend most of the night on your back.” He says as he takes a step forward over you still holding your jaw. Your body falls between his legs as he pushes you back and lets go.

You find yourself sitting on the floor, placed between his legs as he stands over you like a dog. You look up and he holds your jaw line with both hands before saying “GO.”

You crawl out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He doesn’t begin to follow until you turn the corner. Your body is so exhausted already from what he’s put you through. You’ll look over your shoulder to see if he’s following but he hadn’t really moved. Only ushering you to keep going.

As you crawl down the hallway he turns the corner. Watching as your shoulders fall with every step. Your exhaustion drives him wild as he follows you into your bedroom. Finally pulling up next to the bed. You sit down just in front of it. Like a dog as he appears in the doorway. He just stares at you. Patiently waiting for him.

“Simon”

He likes to watch you beg before he walks over, his massive hands wrapping around your waist as he grabs on tight to pick you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and arms hang off his neck as he rushes in to kiss you on your open mouth. You still can’t manage to close it as his mouth presses into your tongue hard while he throws you onto the bed.

You always forget how much bigger he is than you. He only lets his body weight press on you fully for a moment but that’s all it really takes. A good reminder that he can truly have you whenever he wants as though you were in any position anymore to put up a fight. His arms stretch out beside you as he holds himself up. He takes off his shirt from the neck line, pulling it over. It’s hard for you to tear your eyes away but you know he wants you to do the same as you manage to take yours off.

He wastes no time going for your belt and undoing the buckle.

“What happened to going slowly” You tease

He stops. Immediately.

He grabs a hold of your face again, making eye contact for just a moment. He’s not impressed and gives your pretty face another slap just as intense as the last.

“Wanna try that again” he says while grabbing on and shaking your face.

“I’m sorry Simon”

“Say thank you”

“Thank you” You manage to breathe out as he squeezes tighter on your face before throwing it back onto the bed and continuing to undo your belt. His hands grab onto your pants and pull them off as quickly as he can. They teased him long enough before with how they hugged your ass, he wanted to watch his own hands grip you now.

His hand wrap around your neck. His fore arms look so beautiful pinning you down. You can’t help but trace along the veins as they lead to his biceps. How is he possibly so handsome? He puts a bit more pressure on your neck as his other hands trace along the seam of your panties.

“A little pay back” he jokes but you’re already a mess. He knows it. It doesn’t take hardly anything as his fingers trace along the inside of your legs. Just the very tip of his fingers skin along the pelvis. The crevice that connects your thighs to your pelvis was always the most sensitive. He liked watching your chest as your breathes got more intense as he got closer. Only moving slower as he would trace along the crevice next to your cunt. Still not taking off your panties. He wouldn’t. Not until he could see the pre cum stain soak through them. His thumb ran along the side of your labia, just so close to your clit but not close enough.

“Please” You whine

“For me to finally play with your clit?” He says with a squeeze of your neck

“For me to dig my fingers inside you?” His hand tightens again

“Or for me to bury my cock into your cunt?” He says as he presses you harder into the bed

You can’t answer, you can’t really breathe that well before he lets go.

“All of it. All of it. All of it. All of it.” You whine, you’re stuck in a loop, begging.

He smirks listening to you as his thumb runs up your clit over the panties. As if they couldn’t be anymore soaked through, he pulls them off to the side and glides his fingers over you. His thumb just slowly stroking your clit as his index fingers tease your entrance. You rithe around, your hips moving in rythme, excited to finally have his fingers close to you. Smering yourself all over his fingers.

“Jesus you’re wet”

“I can’t help it” You whine “I missed you”

This just sends him over the edge. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease you any longer. Just pushes his fingers into you and watches you rithe around. His thumb rolls in delicate circles but it feels like nothing to him. He barely needs to do anything as you bounce around on his fingers.

He stops for a minute, pulling his fingers back and spreading them to see your pre cum stretch across his fingers like thick webbing.

“Look at all that,” he says, playing with it. His hand comes down to your face as the other holds yours in place. “Clean it up.” He says as you lap up and suck on his fingers. This time he doesn't have to tell you to look at him. You don't break eye contact, his eyes in a daze as he watches you. How feral you are. How greedy you are.

“Beg me”

“For what?” You tease

He gives you a harder slap before bringing his hand back to your throat

“Beg. Me.” he says sternly. No more explaining. Just fucking whine. Anything.

Anything.

“Please. Please Simon. Please. Please.”

“Beg me to take you.”

“Please take me, Simon. Please. Take me. I need you. I need you inside me. Please”

“Louder. I want your neighbors to know who you belong to.”

You absolutely wail, pushing out “Please take me Simon, I need you” with bated breath over and over and over and over again before he plunges himself into you. As he thrusts in, he pulls your neck closer as well, tightly. He holds you there, letting yourself adjust to his size as you moan and finally catch your breath. You don’t think anything could make you any wetter but his moans as he pushes into you certainly help as your arms wrap around his back and claw into it. As excited and prepared as your body was for him, it still needs to adjust ot his size.

“Fuck you’re tight” He breathes into your ear, “missed stretchin’ ya out”

He releases his grip a bit, letting your head rest back on the bed as his pelvis goes back. Only to thrust in again and pull your body in by your throat. Again.

And again.

Faster and faster.

“I missed you so much” you say through the tears, it feels so good. You can barely contain yourself.

He holds off on how intense he’s getting. Lifts himself over you, his eyes looking down at you. Always looking down at you before he goes in and kisses your lips as hard as he can. His mouth finally lets go of yours but his head stays close. “Missed you everyday love” he says as if he’s breathing right into your mouth. His forehead touches yours before he starts up again.

“Missed kissing those pretty lips” he says thrusting into you again,

“Missed watching your eyes water” thrusting again

“Missed waking up to you on my chest” Again

“Missed your scratches on my back” Again, faster

“Missed watching your tits bounce everytime I thrust into you” Again, faster and faster

“Missed this cunt the so fucking much” Now just absolutely losing himself, fucking you as hard as he possibly can. You don’t know how long you can actually take this though. You’re so over stimulated as you whine out

“Simon, simon, easy. I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m already twitching”

“That’s not up to you” He says

“Simon, I am so over-stimulated. Please”

“You don’t cum until I tell you” He says looking into your eyes

“Please, please. For the love of god, PLEASE SIMON”

He won’t stop. Just fucking you as hard as he possibly can. He could go for so long. It was one of your favourite benefits of being with someone so in shape though in this moment it felt painful. The perfect kind of painful.

“You can in 5.” He says

Your eyes cry out, watering again.

“5”

“Simon, this-”

“No no sweetheart. You just hold on”

You whine

“4. You’re doing so well for me. You’re almost there”

Your breathing only gets heavier.

“3. You can let yourself go soon. I promise, you just have to be a good girl a little bit longer.”

“Simon” You whine

“2. You’re almost there. Not yet. Not yet Sweetheart” He says, reminding you of his hand around your throat and pounding into you.

Beat.

“Simon, don’t do this to me!” You cry

“Ask. Nicely.”

“Please, let me cum. Please. Simon. Please”

Beat.

He grins as you whine before whispering into your ear as he thrusts as hard as he possibly can. Going as deep as he could.

“1. Let yourself go baby. Cum for me. Right. Now”

Your body feels like it’s exploding from every angle. Your forgot how intense he could make you cum. Like every single molecule of your body was lit up at once as you cry out. Your fingers taring into his back, leaving marks that should remain for days. No bit of air could find it’s way between you two as you press into his body. Over stimulated as can be, quaking as your latch onto him. Not sure when your body will finally calm down.

Your face when you cum always made him lose his mind, watching you shiver, too. You had already cum but he wasn’t stopping. He wanted to watch you for as long as he could. Until you had begged for enough.

“Simon, SImon, okay. Please. I can’t take more. I can’t take anymore” You whine out as he pushes himself into you one last final time. Hearing you cry about being absolutely wrecked was just enough to tip him over the edge. His body stiffened as he moaned out the deepest breath, pushing himself into you and holding himself there for a moment longer. His weight, all on you now. Catching his own breath before pushing himself up.

You look at eachother for just a moment. He holds himself over you. Starring.

You looked so beautiful.

You looked like an absolute fucking mess.

His beautiful fucking mess.

He leans down to kiss you. Much more gentle this time.

“I missed you so fucking much Love.”

You hold his face.

“I missed you everyday.”

He rolls over. You're both just on your sides staring at each other before he puts his arm around you. You curl up on his chest and his other hand runs along your back. He just watches you. Not saying anything. Not wanting to leave. Hoping you won’t ask him too. It’s well past midnight. He knows it. You know it.

“How long have you been looking for me?”

“An embarrassing amount of time” he says

“Tell me, the last few days? A month? A couple?” you say, your hands holding the side of his face. Your fingertips feel his stubble.

“A week after you were relocated” He says not able to look at you.

You had been gone for over a year at this point.

“You spent that long trying to find me?” You say as you tilt his head to look back at you. His eyes match yours.

He nods.

“I’m always gonna take care of you.”

Dante Nyhpmir Masterlist

#cod mw19 #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley art #storytime #cod mw2

26 notes · View notes