#ghoat x reader smut

[hellomissella]

yours, yours, yours

simon riley x fem reader x johnny mactavish

content warning: oral sex/blowjob/deepthroating, unprotected sex, mfm/mmf threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written lol

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you and simon are unbreakable.

and you have been for over five years.

on your first anniversary, simon gifted you a simple yet gorgeous ring: a tearful promise of his undying love and loyalty, and a proclamation to the universe that he would, one day, make you his wife — take his name, become the beneficiary to his life insurance policy, reap whatever he leaves behind in his will. he wants you to take everything you need, everything you want. because he wants to give it to you.

you lifted his mask and reminded him there's a man worth loving underneath it all.

he, too, wears a matching ring, though due to regulations regarding jewellery, he wears it on the chain with his dog tags when he's deployed. no, nothing will change if he loses the ring or if it’s taken away from him. but the ring is a tangible reminder that he finally has something good waiting for him back home; something good that is worth living for, worth improving himself for, worth fighting for.

you started off as a risk he was scared to take. and now?

now, you’re his best friend, the love of his life, his soulmate. he had spent so long being scared and alone and you have brought him nothing else ever could: safety and quiet. now, he’s a better man because of you. and he can never repay you for all the love you have given him after all these years, but everything he has is yours.

now, you are his future.

now, many years later of arduously laying a powerful foundation of trust, you are mrs. riley — the home he never thought he deserved but will fight tooth and nail to keep it safe. you are the star that guides him home, the hearth that keeps him warm, and the soul that makes him smile again.

the trust that you and simon have cultivated has flourished into a secure marriage where you both know where you stand at all times. arguments are never about winning. having difficult conversations aren’t so terrifying with each other. this marriage means jealousy is, effectively, nonexistent. it means smirking when someone tries to flirt with either of you but knowing whose heart you both carry. it means knowing the both of you are attracted to a certain scotsman (and knowing he’s attracted to both of you, too) and not-so-jokingly bringing up the topic of a threesome.

you and simon like to play.

so while it’s his ring on your finger and his last name you’ve taken, it’s johnny mactavish carrying you to your king-sized bed in the house you and simon share. your arms wrap around johnny’s neck as you kiss his jawline, whispering sinful things into his ears of what you’re going to do to him the moment you’ve stripped him of his clothes. and johnny feels his jean tightening as he reaches the bed, placing you on the mattress.

in front of simon.

simon looks so smug, sitting back on the chair by the foot of the bed, watching johnny swiftly undo your buttons and zippers, muttering under his breath how much of a teasing vixen you truly are. johnny mutters some more, mostly about how you better keep your word because he intends to keep his.

“gonna have you screaming my name—”

simon watches, silently, as he palms himself over his jeans as johnny quickly slips off your alluring dress, leaving you in a black, lacy bra and matching panties. your hair and makeup done immaculately. a necklace around your throat. and the ring. simon’s ring.

"slower," simon says, and in an instant, johnny’s hands pause. “take your time with her. she’s not going anywhere.”

johnny’s eyes don't leave your face as he nods at simon’s words before positioning himself to hover over you. he looks at your face like he’s examining an intricate piece of art. like he’s thinking of how in awe he is of you.

and how he’s going to ruin you.

"fucking beautiful," johnny whispers to you before lowering his head placing a kiss on your jaw, just below your ear. it doesn't take long for him to lose himself in you, his lips trailing all over your neck as he carefully bites your flesh, getting bolder and bolder the more you arch your body into his broad chest.

johnny's callous hands explore your body — the soft, warm flesh of your tits, your waist, your thighs. you feel like a safe haven to the two men who know little else other than hell. so they'll treat you like the goddess you are.

johnny's lips find their way to your collarbone as his hands grope both your breasts firmly. "love, these are fucking fantastic," he says coarsely, and then lowers his head between your breasts to kiss them reverently.

your own hands scramble to pull johnny's shirt up, lifting it over his head as he continues to worship your body and tossing it haphazardly behind you.

truthfully, it was never secret that johnny mactavish was attracted to you.

to you and to simon.

he had always made throwaway flirty lines toward simon while on deployment, and increasingly so whenever they spent leave together. and once johnny was properly introduced to you, johnny’s remarks amplified; he didn’t know if he wanted to be with simon, be with you, or be between you both. or all of the above and everything in between.

"i need to taste you," johnny mumbles as he kneels on the floor, pulling your panties to the side. he groans when he sees your soaking pussy and he turns to face simon with a grin on his face. “simon, you lucky bastard. your wife…”

simon nods, chuckling softly under his balaclava, as he watches johnny pull you closer to his head, greedily feasting on your cunt as he moans against you.

you gasp softly, tilting her head back as your clench the sheets around you. you’re already so sensitive; johnny’s been teasing you since getting dinner at that new, fancy restaurant that just opened in downtown, and johnny spent upwards of an hour allowing his wandering hands to caress your calf, your knee, your inner thighs as he whispered how he wanted to fingerfuck you in front of everyone and make you cum on his fingers.

one of johnny’s hands lets go of you, only to wander down and unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants. he closes his eyes and furrows her brows as he strokes his cock to the rhythm he’s eating you out. he continues to groan against you, speaking against your folds about how he’d happy spend the rest of his life eating your pussy.

you whine and writhe under his touch, your fingers weaving into his short hair as you tug, causing him to moan.

simon chuckles at that and he stands up from his chair, moving over to the other side of the bed where your head rests. he tenderly caresses your hair, your neck.

“feel good?” he says softly, his voice low. hungry. when you nod, you can see his smile in his eyes. “such a sweet girl you are, letting johnny here taste you.”

you grind yourself against johnny’s mouth as you breathe deeper.

“how does she taste?” simon asks, his piercing gaze now watching johnny.

johnny can barely string words together as he continues to stroke his cock and swallow down all of your slick. he manages, though, to say, “can’t… stop…”

simon traces a finger along your jawline, tilting your head. “look at me, sweet girl,” he whispers tenderly. and you obey, your eyes locking into his adoring gaze. “you gonna cum soon?”

you nod wordlessly.

simon then asks, “do you want johnny to cum?”

johnny’s eyes shoot open and he looks up both at you and simon, his breathing erratic as he nears his own orgasm. he can feel you trembling under his touch, feels how hard your hands are holding onto his hair.

you shake your head. “no,” you whisper.

simon laughs lowly and hears johnny whining like a puppy when denied his orgasm.

but like the good boy you both know he is, johnny lets his cock go, and instead focuses his efforts in making you cum on his mouth as simon whispers loving words into your ear.

“let go, baby,” simon says into your ear as he wraps a hand around your throat. “cum for us. let us hear you.”

your panting increases and you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, and johnny eagerly laps up your cum.

simon kisses your neck and your jaw, his hand caressing the side of your face as he tells you, “there you go, love. so fucking good for us. so perfect.” and as you whine from the overstimulation, simon continues, “don’t worry, darling. i’ve got you.”

when johnny finally pulls away, he stands up, removing his pants as he stares down at you like his prey. he growls softly.

simon lets go of your neck and he helps you flip around, facing him; your cute ass is in the air as he continues to stroke your cheekbone with his thumb when he checks in: “having fun?”

you beam at him and nod enthusiastically, causing simon to laugh softly in approval.

“ready for more?”

“mhmm,” you hum, kissing the inside of his hand as you feel johnny’s knees on the mattress behind you. you keep your eyes on simon, your husband, your love.

johnny grips his cock as rubs his cock against your slit, lubricating himself with your cum. his other hand grips your ass, and he can’t help himself but spank you a couple times. then he slips the tip of his cock inside you before cursing under his breath.

simon watches your face as your mouth drops and your eyes clothes while johnny pushes more of his length into you. he cups your face as johnny begins thrusting into you, and simon smiles earnestly while watching you succumb to overwhelming pleasure. his thumbs stroke against your cheekbones and he tells you how incredible you look taking johnny’s cock.

“she’s so fuckin’ tight,” johnny groans, now balls deep inside you.

“can i see you, love?” simon asks. you open your eyes and he looks at you approvingly. he loves how blown wide your pupils are, how your hair bounces along to johnny’s thrusts. then he tells you, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you say immediately, and you watch as he removes his balaclava to kiss you. the kiss is slow and all-consuming and he barely notices when you undo his belt, his pants, and pull out his painfully hard cock. you hear him gasp against your mouth as his stroke him, your thumb running over his dripping slit.

he’s tempted to stop you, to tell you to focus on your on pleasure for just a little while longer, but with the way you look at him — pleading eyes and parted lips — how could he ever say no to you? simon stands up and removes his shirt, showing off his heavily tattooed arms and chest, and the all the accompanying scars. it used to be hard, taking his clothes off in front of people, no matter how composed or indifferent he’d appear. but it’s easier when it’s with the two people he trusts the most in the world, especially when they’re looking at him the way they are now.

johnny curses under his breath as his eyes rake up and down simon’s abdomen.

and you? you look at him like you have for the last five years: like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, like he’s the most precious thing in the galaxy.

your eyes don’t leave his as you bring your mouth to his tip, making out with it and causing simon to groan softly.

his hand slides into your hair and grips it tightly, pulling your head back as he feeds his cock deeper into your hot, eager mouth.

“good girl,” he says, a little strained, as he begins to thrust into your mouth. “such a good girl, taking the both of us like this.”

it isn’t long until simon’s cock hits the back of your throat; he tugs your hair and tells you to breathe, and he feels you relax before he slides his cock down your throat. your bedroom is now filled with the sordid sounds of both men moaning as they thrust into you and the rhythmic sounds flesh meeting.

simon rasps johnny’s name, beckoning him closer, and he wraps his hand around johnny’s neck before kissing him. johnny kisses him back, eagerly, but keeps his hands to your hips. simon can hear — feel — the way johnny is moaning, how he’s getting closer to his orgasm, and simon pulls away.

“don’t cum,” simon growls. “make her cum first. i’ve got something else planned for you.”

simon looks down and looks at your water eyes before he withdraws completely from your mouth. instantly, you let out a gorgeous moan as soap pounds into you harder, pulling another orgasm out of your trembling body. you collapse against the sheets, your mascara running as you feel johnny withdraw from your pussy. you smile as simon has johnny kneel within your eyesight, allowing you to see as simon jerks his cock off.

“open your mouth, johnny,” simon says, his voice rough.

johnny does as he’s told, and you see thick ropes of hot, sticky cum land on johnny’s face and waiting mouth. he laps up simon’s cum as greedily and enthusiastically as he did with you before swallowing and showing simon his mouth is empty.

you giggle, watching as johnny takes simon’s cock in his mouth to clean him up. simon meets your gaze and he winks, smirking at you.

“enjoying the view, love?” he asks.

you nod, biting your lip in lieu of any words.

simon’s cock barely gets the chance to soften as johnny services him, and soon simon pulls johnny’s hair and tells him to grab a condom from the nightstand.

poor johnny hasn’t had a chance to cum yet, you remember.

simon moves over to you, guiding you back onto your hands and knees before he kisses you deeply. “want him to fuck your ass?” he mutters against your lips. his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply, smelling your familiar scent. he doesn’t need to see you smile to know you’re saying yes — you’re nodding against him.

johnny positions himself behind you, both hands gripping your ass as he playfully spanks you. you hear him grab the lube that’s with the condoms, and his finger tease your ass before pushing inside, slowly and carefully.

“i’m gonna fuck you, love,” simon tells you as he kisses your neck.

“gonna cum inside me?” you coo as you feel another finger slip inside your ass. “you couldn’t even let johnny finish in—”

simon’s eyes narrow at you, though it’s missing any venom.

“that’s because it’s a privilege he hasn’t earned yet,” he says, his thumb tracing over your lower lip.

you gasp before it melts into a moan as johnny continues toying with your ass, and both men chuckle in amusement at how your body contorts in pleasure for them.

“sit on his lap,” simon instructs you, his head nodding over to johnny who pulls his fingers away.

johnny sits back, leaning against the headboard. he offers his hand to you and his other hand wraps around his cock, guiding you to bring your ass down onto his cock. you both moan together as you take him entirely, and johnny grabs your legs and spreads you open. you wrap an arm behind his neck as he begins to thrust up into you, and johnny revels in how you dig your fingernails into his skin.

“is there any part of you that isn’t perfect?” johnny grunts, his eyes locked on your face.

simon’s eyes, too, watch your face as you pant at how big johnny feels inside you. he crawls over the bed and toward you both, but he can’t stop looking at you.

you: his wife, his play partner. what, in his life full of pain and suffering, did he do to right in order to meet you, to love you, to marry you? how did he come across this angel who believed in him, who stayed with him during his panic attacks and bouts of depression? he loves you — everyone knows this. but no one is ever going to love him the way you do. no one makes him feel safe like you do. no one makes him have fun like you do.

so when he watches you take his best friend in the midst of the most erotic thing he’s ever done in his life, he can’t help but kiss you tenderly.

“eyes on me, my love,” he whispers.

and when you open your eyes to look up him, simon’s gaze isn’t hungry or domineering or lustful. it’s… longing. like he’s been away from your touch for too long and he needs you back in his arms.

"who's my good girl?"

your breath quivers. "i am."

simon grips the headboard beside johnny’s head as he thrusts into your waiting cunt, and all three of you feel it.

he thrusts again, grunting, "yes," —another— "you" —and another— "are."

your toes curl, your free hand reaches and buries itself into simon’s hair, and you whimper. you fucking whimper at these two cocks pumping in and out of you as both men moan into your ear and tell you how amazing you are.

johnny places heated kisses down the back of your neck and on your shoulders.

the noises elicited from all three of you are nothing short of pornographic. you babble, whimper, whine. as your eyes roll in the back of your head, you feel a hand — johnny's hand — wrap around your waist, his callous fingers rubbing your clit as he rasps, "cum on us, love."

you can't help it. your legs twitch. your mind races and your heart drums violently against your chest. it feels like your feet are on fire. you feel your body almost trying to scramble away from your two lovers, trying to back out of the intense warmth pooling in your tummy.

you cry — no, you sob. you squeal and sob and shake as your orgasm overwhelms you, and before you know it, simon is kissing you, angling your head up to deepen it.

"you're doing amazing," he mutters against your lips, just as johnny thrusts aggressively a few more time into your ass before he climaxes into the condom.

johnny's movements come to a crawl, and you hear him thudding his head onto the headboard in exhaustion.

simon's thrusts only grow more aggressive as he locks eyes with you, wrapping his hand around your throat at a cascade of praises leave his lips, his eyes half-lidded.

"you're so fucking beautiful, baby. gonna me make me cum so hard..."

and in the midst of his babbling, he interrupts himself, moaning loudly as he spills inside you — hips stuttering, breath quivering. he continues to piston into you, fucking himself through his orgasm as he pulls his hand away from your neck and instead replaces it with searing kisses.

he repeats i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you...

the moment simon composes himself again, he pulls away from you, helping you off of johnny. simon then waits for johnny to lower himself on the bed after he discards his condom, and he lies down, guides you as you turn around and lower your sore cunt down onto johnny's hardening cock.

simon's hands leave your side as you slowly begin to bounce on johnny's cock.

johnny groans, looking up at you, his eyes filled with wand and desire.

you feel simon fiddling behind you, and soon, johnny's legs lift and bend closer to his chest. when you watch johnny elicit a slow moan and tilt his head back, you know what simon's doing to him.

simon works with your rhythm; as you begin to lift upward, simon thrusts into johnny's ass.

johnny pants, and he doesn't know what to do with himself. his hands try to grab onto the pillows, the blankets, your legs — it's not enough. both you and simon pull moan after moan from him, and he can't do anything but just take it.

simon wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. he tenderly kisses your shoulder, your neck, before he takes a finger and caresses your chin, prompting you to turn to him, allowing him to kiss you.

"fuuuuucck...!" johnny moans. he's sobbing, laughing. he sounds nuts. this makes both you and simon turn toward him, chuckling at him and his desperation.

you turn to simon. "what do you think, baby? has he earned it yet?"

simon quirks an eyebrow, his own breathing a little laboured as he feels his third orgasm of the night beginning to build. his hooded eyes lock with yours and he nods.

you grin, almost deviously, before turning your gaze to the giant, writhing scotsman in your bed.

your thighs burn, and your pussy clenches around johnny. "are you close?" you ask, with a teasing lilt to your voice.

"fuck—! yes!" johnny sobs, almost impatiently with his hands cupped behind his knees to support them. he sounds like it's an absolutely ridiculous question to ask if he's about to cum. of course he's going to cum; you and simon have been torturing him since you started.

"christ, love, i'm gonna... i..."

he's losing his damn mind.

"cum for us, johnny," simon says, his voice rough. "one more time. be a good boy."

it doesn't take much coaxing. johnny feels his balls tighten and he grunts loudly as he releases his thick cum inside your warmth. and you can tell he orgasms for a long while — his cock twitches almost the whole time.

"fuck, i— i'm gonna cum," simon groans, and he rests his forehead against the nape of your neck as he floods johnny's ass with his own cum.

you're the last to orgasm, and simon's hands grope your breasts and kisses your neck and shoulders as you come apart for your boys.

both of them shower you with an abundance of praise as you cry out, and simon wraps his arms around you to catch you when you can't keep yourself up anymore.

"i've got you, love. don't worry," he coos into your ear.

the three of you reposition yourself to lie down on the bed together, both men on either side of you as their hands trace complex patterns on your skin.

there's more ahead for the rest of the night — a shower, eating, getting some water. shared, intimate words. maybe laundry (definitely laundry). but for the moment, all your hearts synch up as you all hold each other in your arms.

and you close your eyes.

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