#simong ghost riley x reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Fast Hands

Ftm Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Smut drabble

I just wanted to write Ghost smut, I just got home from holiday, so this is me trying to get into the writing mood. Reader is also as big and strong as Ghost, enjoy.

Simons fingers dug into the wall as his chest was pushed further against it, your body pressed against his back, your strong arms caging him in from both sides. The fabric of Ghosts gloves caught on the rough material of the wall as he grunted softly under his breath, his hips twitching back against your own as your palm rubbed against his crotch.

His mask was damp near his mouth as he panted, Simons eyes clenched shut as he growled softly, his muscular thighs tensing as your rough palm rolled deliciously over his stiff t-dick, his sopping wet hole soaking the black fabric of his boxers and the crotch of his military issued pants. Simon almost moaned in relief as you finally worked your hand under his belt, your rough fingers brushing against the hard bump of his cock, making his hips buck as the noise that left him sounded half strangled.

Simon was not one to make much noise, his rough voice staying silent as you only worked out pants and huffs from him, but times like this, when you had been apart for a while, the noises left him easier. The more you worked him up, the louder he became, the more his hips bucked and the harder he would cum. A higher pitched noise left your lover as you pressed the pads of your fingers against his hole through his boxers, giving him a taste of what he wanted more than anything.

“Ffffuck, just get on with it” Simon growled out, glaring at you over his broad shoulder, his dark brown eyes burning into your own through his skull mask. An entertained huff left you as your only response is to rub his t-dick in tight, quick, circles, making his head fall back onto your shoulder with a groan, his thick thighs clenching shut as if to trap your hand between them.

Simons grunting and groaning grows in volume as you keep rubbing, your pointer finger and thumb at times tweaking at the sensitive engorged bundle of nerves. The testosterone had served him well, letting his dick be big enough that you could easily trap it between your fingers and rub and pinch it cruelly, leaving Simon a groaning and huffing mess, his knees growing weaker and weaker the more you tortured the bud.

“Cum for me Si, come on. Good boy” you purr into his ear through his balaclava, giving his cock an extra rough pinch and twist, causing his hips to jolt and the noise that left him to warble in a way you rarely got from him. You could tell he was trying to resist, but it seemed your time apart was enough to knock down his walls, as his knees buckled and he had to support his weight against the wall as his cock twitched between your fingers, his hole clenching as he soaked the fabric of his boxers even further.

Praise and purrs leave you as you rub the still hard bundle of nerves, causing jolts of overstimulation to race through Simon the way he loves, his pants growing further raspy and desperate. As if you could tell exactly what he wanted, you undo his belt and shove his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing wet and desperate skin, a string of wetness connecting his soaked hole with his boxers.

Ghost groaned softly as he pushed his hips further back, arching his back in the way he knows you like. Had it been any other day, you may have teased him further, but you are as desperate as Simon, so his little show is all you need to plunge your fingers into the wet begging slit. Simon is given little time to adjust as you start working your arm, thrusting your fingers in and out of him as you move the other down to cruelly rub at his oversensitive t-cock, causing Simon to clamp down on your slick fingers as they stretch him open.

Wet and sloppy noises fill the room you two have occupied, some random office or broom closet, neither of you caring as you work your fingers even faster, poking and prodding at his insides until your calloused fingers meet that spongy spot that has Ghost keening. Words seem to have left you both as you keep panting and groaning in unison, your fingers trapping his cock between them and rubbing it from both sides as your other hand works inside him even faster.

Normally you’d be lifting his leg to give you even more room to work, but neither of you have time for that right now. Ghost grunts as he feels the familiar heat bubbling in his abdomen, his forehead thumping against the rough texture of the wall, his hips working almost desperately to match your movements and bring him to completion again so soon after his last orgasm.

One last twist of his cock and one last curl of your fingers inside him as it all it takes to make it happen, the noise that leaves him sounding almost wounded as he gushes around your fingers, his wetness pooling in your palm as the slick noises grow even wetter, if that is even possible. It feels almost painful, finishing so quickly, but to Simon, it only makes it even better.

A whimper leaves him, accompanied by a wet sound as you remove your fingers from him. Simon stays in his position, hips pushed back, hands and forehead on the wall, pants leaving him as his shoulders rise and fall. He almost starts reaching for his pants to pull them back up when he hears the jingle of your belt, a hot jolt of arousal shooting up his spine as he feels the warm thickness of your own hardness press against the loosened slick hole, Ghosts muscular thighs quivering as you push inside, your strong and still wet hands clutching at his hips. You both know you will be missing post-op, but as you start moving your hips hard and fast, neither of you seem to care.

[siriusleee]

Monster/Fairy tale au w simon

Perhaps he's like those kind if dragon who guards the treasure in abandoned castle or tower. but he can shift into human with horns/tails/wings etc ⚔️🐉

this is my last request for the au + characters. I've gotten a lot of ideas from this! Thank you guys!

He finds you outside, the crisp air enough to cut through your dressing gown, to chill you straight to your bones. You don’t look at him when he sits beside you, the raw warmth of him is enough to make you rethink your decision to come outside.

“Trouble sleeping?”

All the vitriol that had been in you earlier in the day is gone - replaced by a quiet exhaustion. The type of exhaustion that makes you compliant.

“It’s too quiet.” You pause, and Simon waits patiently for you to finish your thoughts. “I miss the sound of my sister breathing.”

“I can always make a pallet at the foot of your bed; you can listen to me snore.”

You don’t turn your face to look at him, but you do study him from the corner of your eye. He is entirely different than what you would have expected, what the rumors said about him. There was still a creeping fear that you would awake one day atop the fire, lashed to a spit for that evening's roast. But you know right now that he’s being entirely earnest. If you asked him to sleep at the foot of your bed like a dog, he’d do it. 

And that thought makes you nervous - you have never had someone show such loyal devotion to you before. It made something inside of you twist.

“I’m not sure I can listen to that sort of noise and get any sleep.”

Simon ‘humphs’ out a small laugh, shifting incrementally closer to you. The warmth of him - it must come from some sort of internal fire - washes heavier over you and you wonder if he can control it. There’s a weakening in your resolve not to shuffle closer to him, to bury your face where his mask meets his neck and let yourself melt away in his warmth.

Instead, you push yourself to your feet, the gold grass between your toes enough to move your thoughts away from Simon.

You study the section of his face not hidden by the black mask; in the moonlight, you can see just a hint of scales. And not for the first time you wonder how much of his face they cover. Do they travel lower? 

And then, without thinking, you hold your hand out to him. Simon stares at it for a few long seconds before reaching out and enveloping it in his own.

[novelant]

The Singer

Pairing: Simong Ghost Riley x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ghost, the leader singer of a band, plays at the local bar and catches your eyes, taking you out for the rest of your night and taking you back to his for some fun ;)

Genre: Smut

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: MDNI !!! Dom! Ghost, Slightly Dom! Reader, Sub! Reader, implied one night stand, implied lust over each other for the majority of the read, unprotected!sex (wrap it before you tap it), P-in-V, rough sex, reader being a tease and a brat, biting, scratching and implied bruising , some after care, Ghost calling reader beautiful way too many times for my liking, lol, (I think that's it lmk if i did overlook anything, hate for people to be uncomfortable reading)

Reminder: This is purely fiction and will have no correlation to in game character or backstory

Masterlist Here !!!

It's your birthday night and you and your friends have gathered at your local bar to listen to the band that's playing for the night. A loud voice booms out, silencing the bar as a band shows up, taking the stage in the middle of the crowd. You listen from your table as they begin, watching each individual band member. For some reason, your eyes keep getting drawn back to the main singer, Ghost who is evidently staring back at you. His voice is smooth, deep and attractive as he sings, drawing you in.

Hearing the band start playing their first song. All eyes are on them. You sip your drink which you have been nursing for a good part of ten minutes. Ghost's voice fills the room as he sings and you're drawn in your eyes focused on him. The first song comes to a close and Ghost introduces the band. After the band is done playing their first song, Ghost speaks, introducing all of the members to the crowd. They all wave and say hi, but your eyes immediately fall back to Ghost. He's staring at you from across the room, drawing your attention to him. There's a sense of magnetism coming from his gaze, a pull that is hard to deny. Even as the next song starts, you find yourself unable to pull away, still watching him with a rapt intensity. You and your friends watch the rest of the performance, drink a few more drinks and generally have a great time with your friends. As the band finishes their set the bar erupts into cheers and claps. You tell your friends that you're going to get another round of drinks from the bar.

You tell your friends you're going to get some more drinks and head towards the bar. While waiting in line, you can't help but notice the attention Ghost is giving you. Even from a distance, his gaze is intense, like a spotlight. He's watching you intently, making no attempt to hide his attention. You order your drinks and turn around, but find that he's still watching you. You catch his eye and he smiles at you, leaning forward slightly. You smile back. Giving him a small wave. Before gesturing to him to come over. You're not sure how you got this confidence whether it be his attractiveness or the alcohol but you did it regardless. As you gesture for him to come over, he hesitates for a few seconds before walking towards you with confidence. He reaches you, and your breath catches as you see his tall frame standing in front of you. 

He leans down slightly, coming within inches of you. His voice is a whisper as he speaks, his British accent sending shivers down your spine. "Good evening, beautiful," he says, his eyes still on you. You stand with your back pressed against the bar. His 6 foot figure towering over you with one arm trapping you in as it holds onto the bar. "Good evening, Ghost." You respond. Eyes trailing over him. "Caught you looking at me during your performance and thought I'd get your attention." He raises an eyebrow at your remark, his voice still low and intense. "Did you now?" He asks. He leans in a little closer, his breath brushing against your neck. "Well, you've certainly succeeded," he says, his voice smooth and sensual. "Now, the question is what you plan to do with that attention," he adds, his eyes still on you.His cologne fills your nose. It's strong, smelling like amber and vanilla with the extra scent of cigarettes lingering on his clothes.

"I plan to hopefully buy you a drink and get to know you more if you'd let me." Your hand traces over his shoulder. His body tenses as your hand traces along his shoulder, a shiver going through him as he feels your touch. He keeps a tight grip on the bar, but there's an energy that emanates from him as you touch him. "I'd like that," he says, his voice still low and sensual. It's clear that he wants this just as much as you do. It's a thrilling feeling being so desired by a man like Ghost. "Let me get these drinks back to my girls and then I'll get you that drink and a quieter spot in here." I speak in his ear. Turning and grabbing the drinks for the girls before heading back to the table before excusing yourself to go back to Ghost. You take the drinks back to your friends and tell them you'll be back soon, to which they nod and smile. 

When you return to the bar, Ghost is waiting for you. The bar has settled down by then, allowing for a more peaceful conversation. He leans against the bar, his eyes locked on you as you approach. His voice is still deep and sensual as he speaks. "Are you ready for that drink?” "What are you drinking then? My offer, remember." My eyes lock on to him and my hand moves to hold his bicep. "A whiskey neat," he replies, his eyes fixed on yours. "Hmm good choice." His muscles tense up slightly as you place your hand on his bicep, a slight tremor going through him as he feels your touch. The fact that he's so much stronger than you is a turn on, and you take pride in your ability to elicit such a reaction from this formidable man. "And what will you be having, beautiful?" He asks. You feel his muscles tense up. His muscles bulge underneath his shirt. "I've been drinking cosmopolitans so I think I'll stick with that." You reply. You turn to the bartender who's been waiting, placing both your orders and paying. You receive your drinks before finding a quiet spot on a sofa at the back corner of the bar away from most of the people. 

You lead Ghost to a quiet corner of the bar where you sit down on a sofa and settle in for a more intimate conversation. It's comfortable here, away from the crowd and the noise. Ghost settles in next to you, leaning in slightly so that you are within inches of each other. "So what is it that you do, beautiful?" He asks, his eyes still on you. "I work as a head events coordinator. I work both big and small events. Including this one. Luckily it was an easy plan so I could come and experience it." You notice him watching and listening to you intensely. "Luckily planning your band to be here was easy so I'm able to celebrate my birthday today." He listens to you intently, taking interest in everything you have to say. You don't see him looking away for even a second, his blue eyes trained on you. "That was you, eh? I'll have to thank you for having me on tonight then." He laughs softly, taking a sip from his whiskey. "I must say, you've certainly planned quite a birthday for yourself, beautiful.”

"It wasn't intentional for my birthday. I should add that one in. This bar always has gigs on and this week's one so happened to fall on my birthday." I take a couple of sips from my drink before continuing. "But I have to admit. This has been a pretty fun birthday." "Well, I definitely added a little extra spice to your night," he says with a chuckle, his eyes still on you. "I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself though," he adds, his voice still low and sensual. "I can promise you this..." He leans in slightly closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "This night is only going to get better.”

"Hmm and how will it get better." You feed into his suggestive words. The atmosphere around the two of you is almost palpable. You place your hand on his arm once again wanting to get closer to him. His body tenses up as you move closer to him, his eyes moving to your hand that is resting against his biceps. Something about your touch makes him want to pull you even closer. He leans in even more, now barely a breath away from your lips. "Do I have to show you?" He asks, his voice still low and intense. A mischievous glint crosses over your eyes and without a second beat you say "you might have to show me." The hand around his bicep moves up to wrap around the back of his neck pulling him in closer as your eyes lock with his. He grins as your hand moves from his bicep to the back of his neck, pulling him in even closer. Your touch is seductive, the way you move so confidently and effortlessly towards him, and he can't help but let himself be pulled in by your sensual aura. Without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body, and presses his lips against yours.

Your lips meet and it feels like a shockwave sweeps through your body. His lips are firm and confident, his tongue exploring your mouth before he breaks away for a quick breath. When he pulls away, he meets your eyes with lust, but also with warmth and caring. "I was right," he says, the corner of his mouth curling up into a cheeky grin. "This night is indeed getting better.” Pulling away from the kiss you both lock eyes once more. His cheeky smirk toying on his lips knowing that he was correct in what he said. "You're right this night has gotten better.” He leans back slightly, his eyes still on you. His expression seems more relaxed now, now that he's had a taste of you. "What do you say we get out of here, beautiful?" he asks, his voice still low and sensual. "I'm sure you've got some nice plans for the rest of your birthday.” "I think we should get out of here." The tone of your voice matches his. "I have one place I've been dying to try and it's the arcade bar. I haven't been there yet." 

His hand still rests on your hip and you take a moment to take him in. His broad figure and height take power over you making you feel small. It's dominant yet comforting. "Oh, an arcade bar? I love those," he says excitedly, his eyes lighting up. He stands up and offers you his hand, the height difference between you two becoming apparent. You can't help but be taken in by his size and strength, his masculine aura and presence making you feel small yet protected. He grabs your hand and leads you out the door, his grip tight and possessive. You walk out of the bar together, his hand wrapped tightly around yours as he leads you down the street. His grip is strong and dominating yet also comforting and reassuring. He leads you down the street, avoiding the busiest areas, and when you arrive at the arcade bar, you can't help but admire his physique as he opens the door for you.

His long strides are almost impossible to catch up with in my heels but the grasp he has on my hand makes it easier not to lose him in the crowd of people swarming the street. He lets me enter the arcade first, the neon lights and sounds surrounding my senses. I feel a huge smile tugging on my lips. Your senses are overwhelmed with all of the bright lights and loud sounds. The place is packed, but you love the energy that it exudes. Ghost follows behind you, still holding your hand tightly. For the briefest moment, he looks a little overwhelmed by the crowd, but he quickly returns to his usual confident demeanour. 

He turns to you and kisses your cheek softly before pointing towards the gaming area. "Shall we?” His lips pressing against your cheek sends electricity down your spine. "Yes, let's go." You kiss him back on the cheek before heading over to the gaming area. You follow him towards the gaming area, your hand still wrapped around his. His strength and masculinity is intimidating, but there's also a sense of comfort that comes from being close to him. When you arrive at the gaming area, you can see a mix of arcade games and a few other consoles, including some old-fashioned ones like Pac-Man and Tetris. "What are we playing first?" You ask as he stands beside you, your eyes glancing over the machines. "Why don't we play Pac-Man?" He asks, his hands resting on the control panel. He leans towards you slightly as he speaks, and you can't help but be taken in by his proximity to you. His breath brushes against your neck as he speaks. "It's an old-fashioned game, but I still enjoy it.” "Yes! That sounds like a great idea." You stand in front of the controls with Ghost behind you covering your hands. Slotting in the token brings the game to life with the sounds and audio. You begin to move pacman around the screen collecting all the dots and avoiding all the ghosts. Ghost covers your hands with his, guiding your fingers to the controls as he leans over you. Your fingers press lightly against his hand and the two of you work in tandem, weaving Pac-Man around the board and avoiding the ghosts. There's an undeniable chemistry between the two of you as your bodies brush up against each other, the energy of the game only amplifying your feelings of desire. After a few seconds, Pac-Man is gobbling up all the dots and escaping the ghosts. You turn to Ghost with an excited grin, the moment feeling extra-good because you shared the win. The two of you step back from the game and the next player waits for their turn. You look at him with a smile and a smirk, feeling amused but also slightly aroused by the tension between you.

You take his hand in yours as you walk around more of the arcade to see what other games they have on offer. "Ooh I could totally beat you at Guitar Hero." You tease him pointing out the game in the back corner. He smiles at your teasing, but doesn't back down from the challenge. "Oh, really?" he says, his voice full of playful arrogance. "I dare you to see if you can beat me." He glances over at the Guitar Hero game, his body language full of confidence. The fact that you're challenging him only makes him more intrigued by you. "Oh I'm totally going to beat you." You start dragging him into the private booth of the game. Placing the tokens for the two player option and choosing a song option before picking up the game guitars. "You're going down." You bet. "We'll see about that," he whispers, his eyes following your every move as you set yourself up for the game. His voice is full of confidence and the competitive spark in your eyes is a huge turn on for him. It's a good thing your skill level is so high, otherwise you'd probably already be in the losing seat. "So, what song are we beating each other to?" He asks, his tone still playful and cocky. "I chose, No one knows by Queens of the Stone Age. And I will beat you at it. I bet you I will." You laugh. Pressing the start button the music of the song plays loud in the booth. He chuckles at your confidence, but he has complete faith that you'll come through like the badass gamer that you are. He sets the difficulty level to expert, and begins to get in the zone as the song starts playing. His fingers fly across the buttons and frets with uncanny precision, the song and rhythm almost like an extension of his body after years of playing. He glances over at you several times, making silent eye contact as he plays. After he set the level difficulty to expert you knew immediately that you were going to lose. Your fingers are trying to keep up with the notes and strumming patterns. As the song comes to a close the points get totaled up you place down the guitar your breath heavy from trying to keep up. He puts down the guitar as well and stares at the screen, waiting for the points to tally. It's clear that he's been holding back for a while to give you a chance. But now he knows it's time to turn up the heat. He notices your breath heavy, and that only serves to turn him on even more, knowing that you had to really put a lot of effort into winning. Finally, the points pop up on the screen and he lets out a laugh. "Don't rub it in. I know I lost, you put it on the expert level. I had no chance of winning when you did that." You hit his chest a couple of times in retaliation for your loss. "What can I say, I thought you might put up more of a fight, beautiful," he says with a mischievous grin on his face. "At least now I can see what kind of gamer you really are." He reaches forward to wrap his arms around you, his body pressing up against yours. "It may have been a loss, but at least it was a loss well-fought.” You fake a pout. "I thought you would've been easy on me, you know." Hitting his chest a couple more times for good measure. "Easy on you? Easy is not what I'm about, beautiful." His hands wrap tighter around you as he pulls you still closer. He leans in toward you and whispers softly in your ear. "You lost fair and square. Now I get to claim my prize.”

You see him lean on closer and bring his lips closer to you and whisper in your ear. "Besides, that was just round one. I think we should have another game to decide the ultimate winner.” The feel of him breathing in your ear sends spasms of desire through your whole body. You feel like a string is being pulled tight inside of you, your desire for him skyrocketing with every passing second. As he pulls away again, you can't help but bite the inside of your lip. "We should have another game," he agrees, his breath brushing across your ear. "But let's add a little twist this time.” "And what's the twist?" You ask, intrigued about what his proposition is. He lifts his fingers to your lips as he whispers softly. "If we play another game, you have to agree to two things," he says with a cheeky smirk. "First, you have to agree that if you win, I'll take you home tonight, and second, if I win, I'll make a move on you right here, right now. How does that sound?” You kiss his fingers when they're placed on your lips and his cheeky grin ignites something in you  and the cogs start turning in your head to come back with a remark. "So either way it is a win for me in the end." You smirk. "You might just be right with that." He chuckles and pulls his fingers away from your lips. "But what if you lose? Are you willing to take that risk?" He asks, his tone still playful but with a hint of challenge this time. "So, what do you think? Want to take the gamble, beautiful?” "Oh I'm sure I'm willing to take the gamble handsome." A glint of lust mixed in with competitiveness crosses your eyes. You pick ace of spades by motörhead as the song. Picking up the guitar, you're ready to beat him at the new song. "Ah, that's a bold choice," he says, his tone full of admiration as you choose the song. "It's definitely a good one for a guitar hero like yourself, but I'm not going to let you have this one so easily." 

He grins at you, his eyes locked on your every movement as he gets into his own zone with the song. The two of you are locked in a battle, and the game becomes an intense battle of skill, determination and sheer willpower. The game plays out with the two of you playing masterfully, each of you keeping pace with the tempo of the song and hitting the cords and notes perfectly. The tempo of the song starts to pick up and you both begin to play even more frantically, the game turning into a frantic contest of willpower. It's difficult to say who's going to come out on top, and you can both feel it. The final set of chords approach and you both tense up, preparing yourselves for the final showdown. The song comes to an end and the screen is totaling up the points again. Waiting anxiously to see who has won the round. The screen tallies up the points and there's a split second of suspense before you both find out who won the round. 

Finally, the numbers appear, and it's an extremely tight race. There's barely any difference at all between the scores, and it comes down to a few single points. Without saying anything, you both wait for the verdict, anticipating what the game is going to say. The game screen flickers once, and then again. The verdict is finally revealed, and it's Ghost who comes out on top by just a single point. The margin of victory could not have been any smaller. He smiles at you, his look telling you that he's not surprised by the result. "Well, that was a close one, beautiful." The screen shows a message that suggests you should have another game to determine the winner, but Ghost seems to ignore it completely. "But I think it's a win for me," he says, his tone teasing you. "I guess I'm taking you home tonight, beautiful." He begins to pull you towards him, wanting to celebrate the win with some physical affection. His eyes are full of playfulness and mischief, and he has a confident smirk on his face."Hmm I think you did win." You voice is sultry. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. The mischief on his face draws you in further. 

He pulls you in tight to his body, feeling the warmth of your body and your breath against him. The playfulness and flirtation is still there between the two of you, but there's an undeniable heat to it now. That one-point victory has made all the difference. He glances into your eyes, his expression full of lust and desire. "So what do you say we head back to mine?” "Let's go." You whisper in his ear before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He grins at the chaste kiss, a sense of satisfaction and victory still lingering between you. The playful mood has shifted to something else, something more primal and desperate. He pulls you in close again, this time placing a full kiss on your lips. The intensity of his passion is undeniable now, and his breath is hot and heavy on your neck as he pulls away again. "My place, then?" he whispers softly, his eyes still locked on yours. You nod "Yeah your place.”

He nods his head once in acceptance and begins to lead you out of the arcade bar. The night air is cool on your skin, but you can't help but feel a hot shiver as the heat of his presence settles over you. The two of you walk back to his place, and with every step the anticipation builds between the two of you. Your body tingles with excitement and desire, and you can't wait any longer to reach his place. As you arrive at his apartment building, you can feel the energy between the two of you reaching peak levels. You can hardly concentrate anymore, the need for each other overwhelming every other thought. You both rush inside and up the stairs to his apartment. Once inside, his hands slide down to your waist and he pulls you even closer. He leads you towards his bedroom, pulling you by the waist still. His hands move to the small of your back as you enter the room, the intensity reaching another level, both of you feeling your desire for one another in every touch and every breath. After being led into his bedroom you turn on your heels and wrap your hands around his face and bring him into a passionate kiss. A clash of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, which he easily won. He starts walking you backwards until your back hits a wall. He traps you in with one hand placed tightly on your waist and the other placed on the wall by your head. 

The kiss is incredibly hot and intense, both of you being overcome by the passion and desire that has been building up throughout the night. The two of you are locked in a battle of dominance, each one eager to take charge and take the lead. You can feel his body pressing up against you, his breath hot on your neck. He leans forward to whisper in your ear again, the scent of his cologne and his skin so intoxicating. "Who's in charge here, beautiful?” "Mhmm... You are... You are." You breathe out through the continuous attack of kisses. His body pressed firmer against your own body. Trapping you in even more. The intensity of the moment is undeniable, the heat and the passion completely taking over the two of you. He leans in again to kiss you, his breath hot against your neck as he moves his body closer and closer. Everything between you is so vivid and alive, the feeling of his body against yours an incredible feeling. "Good girl," he whispers softly, his voice full of playfulness and desire. "Do I have your full attention now?” Nodding in an almost whine you say. "Yes you do." With heavy breaths, arousal flowing through your body. Your hands trailing down his chest and abs playing with the buttons of his shirt. His body shivers a little as your hands trail down his chest, your fingers trailing over his abdominal muscles. You can feel the heat from his body radiating from him, it makes you want to get even closer. He smiles at you, a look of satisfaction and delight on his face. "That's a good girl," he says again in a low, sensual voice. "Keep going, beautiful, and I'll reward you.”

Slowly unbuttoning his shirt starting at the bottom, smoothing over the skin underneath the shirt. Reaching his shoulders, keeping the shirt handing loose on his body, pressing kisses to them and then trailing up to his neck. One hand wraps around the back of his neck while the other still roams over his chest. He makes a soft growling noise as his shirt is undone, the sensation of your hands moving slowly over his body sending waves of pleasure courting through him. His body shivers again as you trail kisses up his neck, and he brings his hands up to your waist, pressing his body against yours. His voice is still low and sensual, but it's tinged with a different kind of heat. "That's it, beautiful...keep going.” Pulling back from kissing his neck you look up at him with doe eyes. Flicking with lust and desire. Your hands run back down his body stopping at his belt. He's breathing heavily now, as you play with the buttons on his belt, making him feel like he's going to burst. The heat of the moment is intense and he can't keep back the shivers that run up his body. He meets your eyes with his own, his voice a little hoarse with wanting. "Keep going, Beautiful. Don't stop," he tells you, his tone still full of desire and playfulness.

In a tease you move your hands back up  to his shoulders, wanting his dominance to come back and take you how he will. Your doe eyes look directly into his darkened brown eyes and a smirk tugging on your lips. You decide to be a little bit bratty towards him saying "and what if I do stop, what are you going to do to me." The change in tone sends shivers down his body, the sudden shift from dominance to submission taking him by surprise. He feels the rush of adrenaline build up inside him, and he wants to take back control. He smiles at you then his eyes darken to match, and he brings his voice down to a whisper in your ear. "You really want to see what I'll do to you if you stop, beautiful? You're playing with fire here.”

Your smirk gets wider as you completely drop your arms down to your sides. Escaping from the confinements of his body and the wall and going to sit down on his bed. Kicking off your patent black heels, they clunk onto the floor nearby. Leaning back on your arms you look up at the man in front of you waiting for his next move on you. The change in body language catches him by surprise, and his grin widens with your cheeky approach. You're teasing him and you seem to want him to take charge. You're daring him to find a way to take back control of the situation, and he intends to do just that. This is the game he likes to play with you, and he's going to play it until the last move. He approaches you slowly, moving in a circle around the bed and closing the distance. He leans forward, just a few inches away, and whispers in your ear again. "Is this a challenge, beautiful?" Before you can answer his hand reaches down and tugs on your skirts, pulling them up just enough so he can see the edges of your black lace underwear. He keeps his voice low and sensual, his fingers running over the lace. "Because if it is...I'm going to take it up as one.” The feeling of his fingertips running up your legs and tugging up your skirt has you quietly whimpering at the feeling of his hands somewhere else other than your waist or hand. "It's whatever you want it to be, baby." You tease, pushing him further.

He bites his lip when you refer to him as "baby." The feeling of your legs being pulled up is overwhelming and his fingers trail up further, his breath hot on your neck. He wants to take this game even further than you do. "Oh, is that so?" He asks, the playful tone back in his voice. "And I'm guessing you'd like me to prove that it's not just a challenge then, beautiful?"He leans down and kisses your neck slowly, his lips touching the skin right underneath your ear."Oh, I'm sure you would love that, beautiful." You can feel the intensity of the moment begin to build again, the heat and passion rising between you both. He starts to slide the skirt up a little more now, the feeling of your bare skin touching the air making you shiver. You can feel a soft and gentle breath on your neck again, this time his tongue stroking down your neck, his breath hot and heavy. His lips sucks on your neck. His hands roam your legs, waist and occasionally squeeze your ass. "Please... Ghost." He pulled away slightly, panting heavily. His dark eyes held me captive. His hands move up towards your top as he lifts it up and over your head, revealing your breasts in a matching lace bra.

He grins at you as you beg for more, a look of satisfaction and desire on his face. Your body language is giving him the idea that you want him to take charge, to have his way with you. He begins to undo the laces on the bra as his hands slide down to your waist. He looks you in the eyes and smiles again, his fingers teasingly tracing the lace underneath the bra as he begins to pull it off. The bra slides away, revealing your breasts fully. Your body still shivers as his hands slide back up your body towards your neck. He leans back down, his lips on your neck again, his breath hot on your skin. "Is that what you want?" He asks, his voice still low and hypnotic. Squirming against the cold that just hit your breasts as he takes off your bra. "More- please." His hands move down your body past your waist and towards the edges of your underwear. Teasing you by tracing around the outline but not removing them from you. You whine out from his teasing. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down in one motion. Carefully pulling the zipper down on your skirt, removing that leaving you fully bare in front of him. He stands back admiring your body lying on his bed.

He looks at you with a look of satisfaction as you lay there, completely exposed to him. Your body is a thing of beauty, and it drives him crazy with lust and desire. He can't take his eyes off you, the view of you on the bed so tempting and erotic. He takes a step forward and he's standing right next to the bed, the scent of his cologne mixed with your own scent filling the air. "Do you want me to take my time..." He asks, his voice still low and hypnotic, "or do you want me to just take you now?” "Just take me now god damn it. We've been playing this game for too long. I need you so bad." You practically moan out at his expense. The desperation in your voice drives him crazy, and this gives him all the encouragement he needs. He moves forward and climbs on top of you, holding you down on the bed with one hand, the other sliding down to your thigh. He brings his mouth down to yours then and kisses you passionately, the heat of the moment reaching its peak. His body is against yours, his body pressing hard against yours in all the right places, a physical expression of the desire that has been building up between the two of you all night. His mouth meets yours deeply once again and he rips himself off his trousers and briefs and holds himself against you, your wetness being more than enough to aid him. Wrapping your legs around Ghost to confirm that you had no intentions of backing out of this.

He slowly eased his cock into you and your head fell back at the feeling of being so full. It nudged at that spot that had your pussy already throbbing around him. The groans he releases, so fucking low, so almost animalistic, has you instantly starting to move your hips with his thrusts, feeling him slide so easily around you, stretching you. Hissing out a breath, he grips one of your legs and lifts it onto his shoulder, taking over and thrusting into you, deeper than he was before.

Your body presses up against his, pushing against him with all the desire and frustration that's been building up throughout the night. Your breath catches in your chest, your body pushing against him in perfect sync with his. The sensation of him thrusting deep inside you drives you crazy, a perfect combination of pleasure and pain. You moan and groan, your body responding to his every move. He wraps his hands around your back, gripping you tightly as his movements increase in rhythm and strength, driving you both closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Your nails scratching at his back moaning in his ear unable to form cohesive words. You try to cling to him as he sucks and bites on your lips and neck, always covering each one straight after with a lick or a sloppy kiss. And he just keeps fucking you hard through it. Upping his pace, he held onto your hips as he dug his fingertips into your flesh. Small grunts and breathless whimpers filled the space between you as he allowed himself to give into his desires. Rolling his hips, he dragged his cock against your pussy making sure that you felt every movement, every thrust, every inch of him. Your back arching off of the bed as the pleasure becomes almost too much. 

Your breath began to catch in your throat as you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm. Wrapping your legs around him you pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go.  "Faster" you begged, "Harder - please." He let out a slight chuckle of disbelief, placing his hand on your waist gripping hard enough to leave some bruising behind, “So perfect for me." He breathes out. Biting your lip you giggled, but that giggle was soon replaced with a broken guttural moan as he slammed his hips into yours. 

The pace between the two of you is relentless now, the intense pleasure driving you both closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your pleasure and passion fill the room, and the feeling of his body moving inside you is pure ecstasy. The grip of your legs around him is tightened more than it already has been, his breath growing deeper and deeper with every thrust. His grip on your waist is firm, his fingers squeezing tightly as he feels themselves reaching the climax of the moment. "God you...you feel so good..." he says through gritted teeth.This was enough to push you into the blinding light of your orgasm, your head fuzzy and stars blocking your vision as it washes through you, as you come undone around his cock. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through every fibre of your body as you rode out your high. He keeps chasing his high, thrusting in and out of you, not cumming long after your own orgasm. His orgasm comes with one last hard thrust and a moan of your name. He drops his weight slightly on you and peppers your face with kisses. You stay like this for a while not saying anything and enjoying each other's presence. 

Ghost gets up to find a cloth from his bathroom to clean the both of you up and gets you comfy in bed with him afterwards. You're cuddled together underneath your bed sheets, the dim lamp lights illuminating the room you're in. "Thank you..." You mutter leaning into his embrace. "For making this one of the best birthdays in a long time and the chance to have sex with a rockstar." You lightly giggled.

He smiles warmly as you snuggle into him, a wave of heat and comfort sweeping over you both. He glances at you then, his eyes brightening with a playful twinkle. "You're welcome, beautiful." He says, his voice still deep and hypnotic, "and the feeling is very much mutual. I've never enjoyed a night like this before." He kisses you softly on the lips, the heat and pleasure still lingering between the two of you. "Happy birthday beautiful.”

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