•Twisting Your Mind And Smashing Your Dreams•

Mean boyfriend!Simon curves his finger upwards as he pulls it out and the back in but he does it at a speed at which he knows isn't enough for you to come. He pulls it out fully, watching your poor cunt clench around air, begging for something, anything to be back in it. His finger, his cock, his tongue, toys, it doesn't matter. But his cock would be ideal.

Mean boyfriend!Simon holds your ass like a bowl he's slurping from when he's eating you out. Marks are left behind in his wake because you can't stay still, so he has to use a little force to make you. When he pulls away and is drenched in your slick he has the biggest grin on his face because he made you come with his tongue alone.

Mean boyfriend!Simon thumbs at your clit when he knows you're close. You beg, scream, whimper for him not to stop again, you'll go crazy if he pulls away now. In his opinion you're at your most beautiful when you're a desperate mess just like this, and it's his greatest badge of honor to reduce you to it.

Mean boyfriend!Simon slaps your pussy when he tells you that you've been a bad girl. For example if you come without him telling you to, or you give into your needs when he's deployed and send him videos of yourself riding toys or choking on them. You don't look like someone who deserves anything less then a punishment.

Mean boyfriend!Simon creampies all three of your holes in one night. Not even the most thorough shower will get the smell of cum and sex off you when he's done. Which isn't a bad thing in his case, he likes it when you smell like him, and when you get that happy smile on your face while getting more cum on your body.

Mean boyfriend!Simon makes you clean his cock up even if your body is nearly boneless after sex. If he has to he will use your mouth to do it while you just tilt your head back for him. The only part of you that needs to work then is your tongue.

"what is it, lovie?" he gasps in-between thrusts and you squeal when one of his hands moves down to rub fast circles around your hardened clit.

"si! not there!" you whined without a care of how loud it was.

he has been fucking you for hours now since he woke you up with his thick cock buried deep into your cunt. 

"'ts mine," he growls. "i can do whatever i want to it."

tears start to stream down your reddened cheeks and you clench tightly around him once you feel him nudging that one spot that made you see stars.

"god!" you shriek as simon begins to thrust even faster and begins to abuse your cervix. "not there! si-!" 

your gasps and protests fell deaf to his ears but simon riley wants to make you fall apart. he wants to feel the sense of satisfaction to know that it's because of him that you're cumming and it's because of him you're splayed out on the bed with your pretty pussy out in display for him.

"this cunny is mine, innit, lovie? perfectly tight and warm and so wet all because of me?" his brows were scrunched and sweat dripped down his muscular chest then he bent over to get close to your face, nose brushing against his.

"answer me, dolly," he urges and snaps his hips harshly making you cry out. "this" thrust. "pussy" thrust. "is" thrust. "mine" thrust. "right?" thrust.

"yes, simon!" you shrill out because that last thrust reached so deep you didn't know you could ever feel this full.

satisfied, he leans back but only slightly as his dog tags are swinging above your face and your eyes follow the movements. somehow, the harsh swinging of the metal heightened the pleasure his cock was giving you since it went along with his movements.

"open your mouth," he rasps and you quickly obey.

simon's lips quirked up to a smirk before he spat onto that pretty tongue. 

"don't swallow," he rushes. "not until i tell you."

you nod fast and your eyes close, almost rolling back, at his fast pace. simon has made you cum so many times already yet not once has he finished. he liked to edge himself because it made cumming feel even better. knowing he was close made the feeling of an orgasm rush up your body and into the depths of your belly. you weren't allowed to swallow his spit so you kept your mouth closed but simon could see the way your eyes flew open and the panicked look you gave him indicated how close you were.

"wanna cum together, pretty?" he offers and god, it made you nearly finish then and there. finishing together was so rare that when it happens, it was best to be savored in moderation. 

"swallow," he utters and you hurry to swallow his saliva before opening your mouth to prove it. simon always loved it when you did that and he chuckled. "oh, yes, my darling. where would you like me to cum, hm?"

"i-inside," you gasp. "do it inside."

what little self-restraint simon riley possessed flew out the window and he leaned back on his feet, grabbing your thighs to hike you up on them to have you closer to his cock. it pushed him in deeper.

"si!" you plead. "si! wanna cum! please, lemme cum!" your words slurred on your tongue before you sobbed and then he knew, he broke you.

"gonna cum 'round this cock, pretty? wanna cum while i fill you up and make you full of me and our babies? would you like me to breed you like my little cumslut?"

your jaw dropped and the loudest and most pornographic moan escaped your lips from his filthy words. simon knew that you liked it when he mentioned breeding you full and my gods, did he feel it with the way you gripped him.

"i'm gonna cum," he says and grabs your chin to turn you up to him. "look at me."

your eyes struggled to open and see through the tears but you focus on his face. simon riley's face contorting into pleasure is something you're honored to witness and he finally cums, brows scrunching and head leaning back at the intensity of it.

"fucking hell, lovely. keep it in. yes, shh, 'm not letting a drop waste."

Imagine…

Ghost and you sneak through houses and alleys, taking down any shadows in your way. Rain splashing with every footstep taken.

“Come here-" Ghost grips your forearm and pushes you against him as he leads you through the allyways.

You follow trying to pick up your feet to his speed.

Feeling your back on his armed chest as he tries to keep you close to him. He slows down and lowers his head close to your ear, you can feel yourself almost trip when his hot breath is on your bare neck.

“Trying to find somewhere secure. There's too many of them. Better to wait it out.“ he whispers close so only you can hear him. As you’re still trying to comprehend the situation, he brings you both to a stop and slides into a narrow alley.

He waves you over and you both try to get deeper where the street lights won’t expose you.

Running on adrenaline you both didn’t realize the alleys becoming tighter. Only when it was too late and you shuffle against him.

“No stop-“ he breaths out, you’re pinned against him and can feel him all around you.

“Fuck m’sorry sir.” you’re more than embarrassed, your hands are in front of you on the bricked wall.

“Just stay still.”

“Can’t stay still. Your so-hard against me-“

“What?” You can sense his eyebrows curling and even his lips forming a smirk but it quickly vanishes as your embarrassment got the best of you. You began to arch away from him and shuffle off of him.

“Y/n stop” He almost growls out. You ignore and try again, this time he’s had enough and his gloved hands grip the sides of your waist. Though the timing could’ve never been worse.

As he pushes you down you accidentally grind onto him, assuming the hardness on your ass to be a gun. Letting out a cut whine of discomfort.

Out of your sight, Ghosts head shoots back to the wall behind him, biting his lip to the point where blood could be drawn. Keeping quite.

“You mind moving your fucking gun lieutenant.” You stutter out.

“That’s not my fuck’n gun sergeant.”

His voice is somehow deeper and his accent thicker than you’ve ever heard, he’s desperate.

He’s hands are still on your waist as your eyes widen due to feeling the large imprint of his crouch on your ass. If your cunt wasn’t already wet from him being all over you, it’s soaked now. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck. Your bodies fuming together. In defeat you let your head fall to his chest you can now see his balaclava and skull mask, his eyes are shut.

“Told you to keep still.”

Silence falls, you look up to the starry night. The storm now soaking you both more, feeling rain droplets fall on your face. Ghost focuses on your breathing and his hands that still grip on your waist loosen. Not wanting his gloved hands to leave your body you grab them, moving them lower to create a space in between the warmth your thighs. Your eyes flutter as he leads himself, his large hands squeeze and kneed your inner thighs. You turn your head close to his ear. Softly praising him to continue, he boldly moves his hand towards your clothed cunt and gropes you, you whimper and arch into his hand. He also turns his head to face you, admiring your slightly illuminated scrunched features as the pleasure gets to you. Ghost shuts his eyes when he grinds his dick against your ass again, much rougher, his lips parting open from the friction. You moan into his covered parted lips.

“Tha’s it. Jus like that pretty girl.”

He kisses you, it’s sloppy and full of hunger. You begin to kiss him back and his balaclava becomes wetter with the rain and the way both of your saliva starts mixing. He groans softly when you catch his bottom lip in between your teeth through his mask. Detaching after a slow tug.

“How about we speed this up-huh pet?" His other hand taking a hold of your throat and giving it a squeeze. You nod and with your own hands you unbuckle your cargo pants. Ghost takes his hands off your body and helps by pulling your pants down, below your ass. A short hiss leaving you as you feel the coldness of the night.

"Been wearing these along. Who could've known you were such a slut on the battle field." He says while soothing your cunt through your laced panties, his thumb applying pressure to your clit.

"Wear'em for you"

"Really?" He lets out a low cold chuckle, sliding your panties down to your pants. Moaning when he gives your ass a squeeze.

"hands on the wall sergeant"

You obey and hear him unbuckling his own pants, listening to him groaning when pumps his shaft a few times before tapping his wet tip on your cheeks. Ghost lifts you and slides his dick back and forth through your wet folds, feeling the girth and length as he humps you from behind.

“You okay with this doll? You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes. I want it, please Ghost-”

“Fuck’n hell. You’re going to be the end of me.”

Ghost slides the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly lets himself in and out. Your mouth agape and his hot breath bleeding through his mask into the cold air of the night. Thinking of the sight someone could catch you both in. Bent over and holding yourself against a bricked wall, the storm coving the lewd sounds carried with heavy breathing while your lieutenant fucks you from behind.

You both holding in the satisfaction of him inside you but failing as he slides his tip back out of you and slams his lengthy dick fully into your pussy. His heavy balls making contact with your ass and a splash occurring with the rain. Your loud moan cut out from Ghost coving your mouth with his gloved hands.

“Let’s keep those pretty moans for my ears only. Don’t want the whole city knowing I’m fucking you like this.”

Ghost continues fucking you, his dick deep inside your pussy, his balls splashing and hitting your ass with every thrust. You can feeling yourself at the edge of your climax.

“Need to cum Ghost- can’t go any longer…”

“Come on then pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, need to feel that fuck’n cunt tighten.”

He fucks you harder, until you moan ‘Ghost’ out, loud enough for him to take one of his gloves off and shove into your mouth. You cum hard onto his cock, tensing when tasting the metallic in your mouth as you whine into the his glove. Ghost shutters behind you, his cock twitching inside you as your walls tighten and your juices cover him.

“Gonna let me come inside you doll?”

You gag on the glove and he takes it out.

“Please Lieutenant, I need you.”

Ghost groans in the crook of your neck.

“Want me to breed your pretty pussy badly, huh-doll?”

“Yes-!”

You’re cut off with a hard slap on your ass and Ghost’s thrusting becomes unrhythmic. You listen to his hushed moans and heavy breaths as he stuffs his balls on your ass and coats your walls with his seed. You whimper from the feeling of his cock pulsing.

“Good girl, take it all in for your lieutenant.” Ghost continues riding out his high and doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He pulls your head back to see your face, only to find you practically drooling.

“You’ve gone cock dumb sergeant.” He chuckles and slows down, his cock softens inside you. Wiping away the drool with his one glove. He takes a hold of your chin as you both lock eye contact. From just the sight of him, your eyes shut and you cum on his soft dick. Ghost praises you through your second orgasm. You both feel the mix of cum dripping from your pussy down his shaft, undoubtedly staining Ghost’s pants. He groans while he pulls out carefully and you whimper from discomfort.

“You alright love?” He holds you, taking your now rough and wet hands off the wall, he begins to slowly massage them with his own calist hands. Until their back to their soft form inwhich he loves.

“Yes sir” You give him a warm smile that makes his pulse quicken. You rest your head back on his chest and begin lifting your pants up.

“Let me take care of you love-” You blush harder as he calls you that again. “-promise I’ll get you properly cleaned.” He slides your now drenched panties back up and pants. Buckling your belt for you, adjusting to the right fit. With the space you have you lean forward for him to slide his briefs back around his waist and pants. Giggling quietly when you hear him trying to rub off the cum that got on his pants with the rain. He wished you could see the smile that spreads on his face as he listens to your sweet giggles.

“We should get going y/n.” You hum, remembering where you really are. He helps you shuffle off him, trying to avoid anymore physical contact. You both begin to retrace your steps, now knowing the shadows are far gone. The street lights becoming more visible.

Before you get your gun out and focus back on the task at hand, you’re halted by Ghost turning you over to face him. He traps you against the cold wall with his large arms. You look up to him. Rain droplets failing from his skull mask and helmet. His eyes not leaving yours.

“Lieutenant?”

He detaches his skull mask and slowly lifts his balaclava up to his nose. Revealing the bottom half of his face. You observe his stubbled beard and slightly chapped lips, scars scattered around his face, one larger one extending across his lips. He looks down to your lips and his hands find the sides of your head. Ghost smashes his lips with yours. You both finding pleasure with his controlling mouth. Though he backs up and slides his balaclava back down, along with attaching his skull mask on.

“Let’s finish this mission and continue this later eh-sergeant?”

“Yes Lieutenant-”