Your boyfriend gave you a quick kiss before grabbing the handle of his suitcase and heading out the door.

Boy, were you fucking happy he was going away for two weeks. You didn’t necessarily hate him, he was sweet at times but he had a tendency to ignore your feelings. 

He felt a sense of entitlement for being able to say he was going out with you, given the fact that you were a well known actress.

You made your way to the kitchen and picked up your phone, shooting a quick message to Simon.

“He just left. See you tonight?”

Followed by his instant response.

“Gonna be there at 8.”

Fuck…you were buzzing with excitement already. 

Simon was an irresistible man in your eyes. You had lusted after him long before you started dating your boyfriend, Joe, but since he was your bodyguard, you decided to keep it professional.

It was a long night full of drinking when you first gave into each other, having convinced him to let loose and him hesitantly agreeing. 

You both had one too many drinks and ended up driving back to your home where you had sex, going multiple rounds before falling asleep.

It was exactly 8pm when you heard a knock at your door, quickly getting up to open it and letting him in.

Simon wasted no time, going in to kiss you desperately. You moaned into him as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

“Hey,” you breathed out when you pulled away.

“Fuckin’ missed bein’ able to touch you like this.” He pulled your body close to him as he guided you into your bedroom.

You laid down on your bed and he got on top of you, pulling you into another kiss as he started undressing you.

Your hands instinctively reached down to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down, making quick work of his shirt as well.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you, darling?” His voice was thick and raspy and you were growing more desperate as the seconds went by.

“Fuck, need you so bad, Si.”

“Beg me for my dick if you need it that bad.” He gave you a sly smirk.

You whined in protest. “Please…please, Simon, need to feel you inside me— been waiting for you to fuck me for so long.”

“Not bad.” He said before attacking your neck with kisses.

This was amusing to him. Simon had a strong feeling you weren’t sexually satisfied with your boyfriend and his goal was to have you seeing stars by the time he was done with you.

You almost screamed when he slid himself inside you, bullying his cock into your wet cunt.

He set a slow pace that left you wanting more, causing you to scratch his back and whimper loudly.“Mmh-fuck, need you to…”

“Need me to what, baby?”

“Need you to go harder, please!” 

And he did exactly that, ramming into you so hard that his balls were slapping against your ass.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking big!” You moaned into his ear.

“But you take it so well.”

The sounds you were making were obscene and it was almost enough to push him over the edge but he held himself from doing so.

“Do you think about me when he fucks you, hm?” Simon said suddenly, causing you to open your eyes and look at him.

“Yes! Fuck, yes i do!” You scream. He felt so good, it made tears form at your eyes.

“Yeah? Can he fuck you like i do? Does his dick have you screaming out like this?” He said while fucking into you harder.

“No one fucks me as good as you, Simon!” 

“That’s right, baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock, can you do that?” You quickly nodded. The knot in your stomach bursting as you finally came. 

It felt like heaven as Simon pounded into you through your high. Your hands pulled at the back of his hair harshly, eliciting a groan from him.

His thrusts got sloppier as he emptied himself inside you and you could feel him getting soft by the time he was done.

He stayed on top of you, dick still inside as his forehead touched yours. The only sound in the room being your heavy breaths as your bodies calmed down.

“How long did you say he was gonna be away?” He asked. “Two weeks.”

Six months had passed since you last saw Simon. Truth be told, you’ve never felt better than you do right now.

You had moved out of your apartment three months ago after getting a promotion at your job, earning more money than you ever thought of having.

Life was good without him. You didn’t have to worry about getting your feelings hurt anymore.

Simon on the other hand, had been going through the worst months of his life.

He lost a good friend of his while on a mission which resulted in him frequenting the bar close to his house more than he’d like to admit.

Work was hard then and it was even harder knowing he couldn’t see you or hear your soft voice again.

He hated whatever it is he felt when he thought about you and the last time you were together. He despised himself for the way he treated you.

He missed your sweet laugh and the way your eyes lit up each time you saw him even if he proceeded to ruin you moments later.

What was it about you that made him feel weird inside whenever he thought of you? If only he felt that way when you were still with him.

Simon felt like he saw you everywhere around him, like you were with him no matter what he did. It was a strange feeling at first but he had learned to succumb to the comfort it brought him.

It didn’t help that you were the main star in his dreams more often than not. Whether it be dreams where he fought harder to have you back in his life or him fucking you in your bed, a guilty part of him enjoyed the latter.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to see you, had to look at your face one more time, hold you in his arms and never let you go again.

Simon stood in his apartment and contemplated if he actually wanted to do this.

What if you didn’t want to see him?

What if he was too late and you had found someone who treated you the way you deserved?

He had to try, right? Sure he would be hurt if you didn’t want him anymore but at least he would have some kind of closure.

And so, he made his way to your new place. He had gotten the address from Laswell but not before she made some snarky comment about him finally “getting laid”.

Simon knocked on your door and stood looking down at his feet.

Then you opened the door and he swore his heart could’ve popped out of him at that moment.

“Hey,” he breathed out, but you just stood there, rendered completely speechless by the fact that he was actually in front of you.

“H-how did you find me?” You said after a few moments of silence.

“I’ve got my ways.” He said plainly. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

Should you let him in?

All the while, you both just stared at each other.

“Do you want to…?” What the hell do people even say in these situations?

“Only if you want me to.”

And so, you moved to let him in, closing the door behind you and leading him to sit on the couch.

It was awkward. You didn’t even look at each other, just sat there in silence.

“Why are you here, Simon?” You asked. Why the hell would he show up now?

“I’ve been…thinking a lot about where we left things off.” He looked at you and you nodded slowly at his words.

“And?”

“And I think— I know I was an asshole to you and you didn’t deserve the way I treated you.” He sighed, and you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“It took you six months to figure that out?” You didn’t know what it was exactly that made you so angry. Was it his audacity to show up after all that time and think you’d be okay with it?

Simon went quiet again.

You stood up from the couch. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me the entire time you were away? How long I spent crying over something that wasn’t real? We had nothing! And i still felt like you were everything to me…even when I knew you’d never feel that way about me. Did you really think that—I would…let you in again after all this time?”

You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you, covering your face with your hands to wipe away your tears so he couldn’t see them.

He got up as well, slowly approaching you and he gently pulled you into his arms. You reluctantly relaxed into him, the tears still falling from you.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like this…I wish I was better—i want to be better…” Simon cupped your face with one hand, the other still wrapped around you and placed his forehead on yours.

With your eyes still closed, you hadn’t realized he’d lifted his mask up above his mouth. Your faces were impossibly close and he leaned in to connect your lips together in a kiss.

You felt like you were being controlled by something and it made you kiss him back, even when part of you wanted to push him away.

It went on for a couple of seconds before you eventually pulled back and stared at him.

“Is this what you’re really here for?” You said, voice laced with a hint of anger.

“No! Fuck, no! I wanted to calm y’down and it just happened.”

“I wanna be better and i wanna make you happy but most of all I want you to forgive me for how things were between us.” He was almost pleading, his eyes searching yours for any emotion.

You couldn’t help but scoff.

“All these words…and you still kissed me with your mask on, what does that tell you, Simon?”

He stayed silent. “It tells you that no matter what we have, you’ll never be able to feel like you can let your guard down around me.”

“But i-“

“And if we really decide to do this, what happens when you think i’m not enough or when you feel like you don’t want me anymore? How the hell am I supposed to be okay with that?! It took me six months to start feeling better even though what we had was nothing!”

“You are enough! For fuck’s sakes, you are all I’ve ever wanted!”

“Then show me who you are! I’m never gonna be able to love you if I don’t fucking know you, Simon!”

“You know I can’t do that…”

“Well, then you have your answer…” You looked down, not wanting to see his face anymore.

But he couldn’t look away from you, part of him knowing this was the last time he’d ever see you so he wanted to memorize everything about you.

“I think you should go.” You said, breaking the silence between you. “Please don’t try to come here again.”

You looked up at him and for the first time since you’ve known him, Simon looked hurt. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your heart at the sight of him standing there, trying to salvage whatever this was but ultimately failing.

“Right…”

“I’m sorry for everything I did to you.” Were the last words he spoke before leaving.

On his way home, he had this weird feeling in his chest that he couldn’t explain, it made him realize why he was always so closed off and why he never tried to have something with someone.

Simon has always had this unexplainable fear of being rejected and left alone, and tonight, you invoked that fear further into him.

He had two thoughts that kept circling through his head.

He was never going to love again.

And the second one that pained him every time he would think about it.

You were gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

You’ve been in your bed for the past week, the only thing going through your mind was the last time you were with Simon. You felt so stupid the more you replayed your actions in your head.

He tried calling you three times, but you knew it wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart. He wasn’t calling to apologize or to see how you were doing. He was calling because he needed you to be his own personal whore for a few hours.

You wondered why he treated you like you were the scum of the earth. It was so unfair. You were a relatively nice girl, you let him use you however he pleased. You gave him everything he asked for and more. So why? Why the hell was he such an asshole to you? Why was he so—

A knock at your door shook you out of your thoughts.

You got up and opened the door.

“Simon?”

“Why the hell aren’t you answering your phone?” He asked, his voice laced with anger.

“I wasn’t feeling well.” You said while moving your body away from the door so he could come in.

“Do you feel better now?” Simon glanced over your body.

“I don’t know…I guess?” You leaned against the closed door as he walked towards you.

Your breathing got heavier when his hand reached up to caress your cheek. He looked at your eyes then your lips.

“Why are you here, Simon?” You didn’t mean for it to sound rude but you wished your words were more hurtful because he clearly didn’t care.

He sighed then said “Had a long week at work. Needed to blow off some steam.”

“Oh…”

Without another word, Simon pulled up his mask just enough so that it rested on his nose, and went in to kiss you.

You moaned as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You hated the effect that he had on you, hated that no matter what he did, your body still welcomed him with open arms.

“Ghost-“ He started kissing his way down to your neck, and you wrapped your hands around both his big arms.

“Simon.” He corrected you, before lifting you up, and moving you to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed, then pulled back to take off his shirt, and unbuckle his belt.

You whimpered when he got on top of you and started undressing you, making quick work of your shorts and underwear.

You both let out a moan when he finally slid in, filling you up to the brim, and laying still for a few moments before you started squirming.

“Start—mmh—moving…please.” And he did exactly that, moving at a medium pace.

You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts but he held them down. “Stop.” He demanded.

Simon moved one of his hands to tuck a few loose pieces of your hair behind your ear.

He was pounding into you so hard that you physically couldn’t keep your eyes open, turning your head to the side so you couldn’t feel his gaze lingering on you.

“Open your eyes.” He firmly grabbed your face and prevented you from looking away.

You stared into each other’s eyes and he seemed to be almost enjoying it, enjoying the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Simon! I’m gonna—oh fuck!” You screamed and he couldn’t help but smirk.

You cried out his name as you came, you felt like you were on cloud nine and he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

Simon thrusted into you a couple more times before he came inside you.

You were exhausted at this point and you could tell he felt the same by the way he collapsed on the bed next to you.

It was silent for a few minutes before you found yourself leaning towards him and wrapping an arm around him.

You gave his shoulder a quick kiss which seemed to be the breaking point for him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Simon angrily asked after he got up from your bed.

“I-I thought we had a good time tonight…you know? You weren’t like your usual self and i thought maybe-“

“That i was what? Falling in love with you or some shit?”

“I didn’t say that. I just wanted to-“

“Get it through your fucking head. I don’t feel that way about you!” He shouted at you while grabbing his pants and putting them on.

You felt an immense amount of hurt rush through you but you still couldn’t find it in you to be angry at him.

“Fucking hell…if I knew this is how you would get, I never would’ve thought about touching you.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m not that fucking crazy about you either.” Simon said before storming out of your apartment.

You fell back on the bed and that’s when all the tears you were holding back started pouring out.

You felt like your entire world came crashing down on you. It’s not like you expected him to be head over heels for you but you also didn’t think he would be such an asshole when it came to your feelings.

You didn’t sleep that night. How the hell could you when all you could think about was him?

For the next few days you couldn’t bring yourself to eat, sleep, or do anything except lay in your bed.

Ghost was a complex man.

You had never actually seen his face before, except for his lips and nose when he would lift up his mask to kiss you a couple times.

You had explicit instructions to only call him Ghost, never even bothering to tell you what his actual name was.

Ghost was a complete mystery to you, and it didn’t help that you were a young and curious girl.

You assumed he was in late 30’s, your best guess being that he was 37.

He had you on your back. Fucking into you so deep, his balls were slapping against you. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate him between them.

He didn’t talk much, only letting out the occasional groan when he hit that spot deep inside you.

“Ghost- feels so good…” You moaned and he didn’t acknowledge it, just kept pounding into your greedy pussy.

Ghost had his eyes closed, his face a few inches away from your own. You pulled him in for a kiss that left you breathless.

He let his head drop down to rest beside your neck when he pulled away, and your first instinct was to wrap your hands around him.

For a moment you let yourself believe that you were two lovers sharing an intimate moment with each other and you relished in the feeling it brought you.

Until that feeling subsided when he spoke in a cold tone. “You close?” He asked, no real emotion behind his voice.

“Yes.” You gasped when one of his hands wrapped around your leg, ultimately forcing you to loop both of them around him.

You were growing needier the closer you got to your release. “I wanna— fuck! Wanna see you.” You whimpered and moved one of your hands to grab at his mask in an attempt to pull it up.

He quickly stopped you, lifting his head up and roughly slapping your hand away, pinning both of your hands up in the process.

“Don’t ever fucking try that again. Understand?” Ghost scolded you, causing tears to finally fall from your eyes. All you could do was nod and look away, completely missing the way his eyes scanned your face for a few seconds.

Ghost grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. “Use your words.” He demanded.

“I understand.” You winced at his roughness. It’s like he had an inability to feel anything except for anger. You would sometimes feel so stupid for allowing him to be like this, allowing him to take that anger out on you.

He muttered out a quick “Good.” Before resuming his movements, tears still falling from your eyes even when he pressed his forehead against yours.

You came a couple of minutes after and Ghost followed shortly after you, emptying his load inside you and thrusting into you a few more times to make sure he doesn’t waste a drop.

Ghost lays still, his cock softening up inside your cunt.

“It’s Simon.” He says suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. “What?” His words prompting you to stop crying.

He finally lifts his head up off of yours and slides out from inside you, getting out of his bed and going into the bathroom, completely disregarding what he just said.

You stayed in the bed for a few minutes, until he poked his head out to see if you were still there, letting out what you assumed was an annoyed sigh when he found you still in his room.

Ghost locked eyes with you for what felt like an eternity before you finally got the hint that he probably didn’t want you around by the time he got out.

You quickly got up and started getting dressed, taking a look at yourself in the mirror, and wiping away the tears from your eyes.

You felt so disgusting, for continuing to see him even when he had proved on multiple occasions that he wasn’t a good man, for letting him use you however he pleased.

He startled you when the bathroom door swung open. Ghost coming out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

You looked at each other, internally grimacing at the deafening silence that had grown between you.

“I was just leaving, I’m sorry.” You weakly spoke, and he gave no response as he shuffled around his room to grab clean clothes.

He was still wearing his mask, almost like he was expecting to find you when he came out.

“Thank you for… for tonight.” You didn’t know why you said that but you just wanted to say anything in an attempt to get him to acknowledge you as a human being with feelings.

Ghost looked at you as he was sliding into his pants. He didn’t expect you to walk up to him and give him a hug.

You didn’t have the slightest clue as to why you were doing any of this and you couldn’t help the tears that escaped you.

He pulled you away, having not hugged you back. Your hands holding both of his arms. He looked down at you.

“It’s getting late.” Ghost spoke plainly. “Yeah…” You absolutely hated the silence that followed your words.

“Simon?” You said his real name for the very first time, your eyes lighting up slightly when he hummed.

“I’m sorry for doing that earlier. I don’t know what got into me.” You apologized. Simon stayed silent for a few moments, looking closely into your eyes.

“Okay.” He shrugged you off, barely acknowledging your words as he walked away. You took that as your sign to leave his house.

“Simon!” You scream as he ruts into you from behind. You two have been at it for quite some time now, and it didn’t look like he was stopping anytime soon.

“Come on, love.” He says in that gruff voice of his. He thrusts into you again, harshly this time. “I wanna hear you scream my name louder.”

Simon wraps both of his big arms around your waist and pulls you up in one swift motion. You moan even louder than before, the new angle allowing him to go deeper.

He can feel you clenching around him and he knows you’re so close by the way your hands are grabbing at his arms.

Simon hugs you close to his chest, not slowing his rough pace one bit as he lets one of his hands roam down to your clit, rubbing it intensely.

“Look at you, taking me so well. It’s like this…beautiful cunt was made for me.”

He’s rendered you speechless at this point. Only thing coming from your lips are moans and whimpers.

“You like being fucked dumb by my cock, babe?” He groans into your ear. Grabbing your jaw to force you to look at him.

“That was a question.” Simon says, awaiting your answer. “Yes! Fuck- fuck! You’re so good!” He lets go of your jaw and your head drops down as he does so. “Yeah? I feel good inside you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yes…yes- so good!” You can barely manage words out with how intense everything feels.

“Please!” You mewl out. “Please let me…i need “ You’re so fucking close and your mind feels fuzzy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.” He sounds so condescending, almost like he’s mocking you.

“Need to cum- please let me cum. I can’t take it!” You’re screaming out and he just admires how he can turn you into this wet mess of moans.

Simon rubs your clit even harder, fucking up into you with his fat cock. “Cum for me, love. I wanna feel you squeezing my cock.”

You finally let go and it feels so good. Your head falls back on his shoulder as your cunt squeezes down on him.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking good.” Simon groans. You feel his dick twitching inside you and his thrusts start to get sloppier. “Where do you- fuck! want it?”

“Inside! Please cum inside me, si! I wanna feel your cum dripping out of me.” You moan out in pleasure. He continues his brutal pace, your words pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck, love!” Simon continues fucking into you, your cunt milking him for all he’s got.

He thrusts into you one…

Two…

Three more times before he stops his movements completely. Still buried deep inside you. The room goes quiet, the only sound being the heavy breaths coming from both of you.

“Oh, god.” You breathe out. Your body already feeling tired.

“No god; just Simon.” He whispers into your ear.

He lays you down on the bed gently, contrary to how he was treating you a few moments ago, and falls down next you.

“That was…wow.” You’re still breathless. He pulls you close to him and kisses the top of your head.

“Again?” Simon asks, looking down at you.