Synopsis: After months away from home both Simon and Y/n cant wait.
Warnings: Uniform kink (Military), PiV, established relationship, kinda rushed ngl.
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Simon and Y/n had met at a bar a few years ago, they hit it off with their shared dry humour and peaceful silence and became close friends pretty quickly. It had taken the man a while to actually open up, his trust issues making it hard to realize the woman actually cared for him.
She became his ride or die when he realized this though, they soon started a comfortable relationship eleven years later and soon got married due to their circumstances.
Whenever he would come home from deployment he would be welcomed with open arms and a warm smile, her arms the only place he felt a semblance of peace without the 141.
He worried often, he had all sorts of security devices hidden in the walls of their shared home. He would never let something happen to her, the woman he who had cracked Ghost's cold heart could possibly be the most protected person on earth due to all the protocols.
Now though, after an excruciating seven month mission, he was returning home. He stood tense in the line up of men all waiting to be tapped out by their person, his heavy uniform sat proudly upon his body, mask forever covering his face from the publics view.
He waited patiently as he saw Price walk off into the distance with his wife, remembering the days where his Captain would have to tap him out.
The other soldiers around him hugging their families didn't bother him much these days, but there was once a time where a staggering sadness would pour though his veins at the reminder of the absence of his brother and mother.
Suddenly their was the most beautiful woman standing before him, mischief in her vibrant eyes. His face fought to stay stoic as he watched her rifle through her handbag, pulling out a single bar of chocolate.
Simon didn't move a muscle as she tore open the wrapping, eyes stuck on his own as she took a bite. Y/n made sure to exaggerate how much she was enjoying the delicacy in tinfoil wrapping with a teasing nod and a hum.
Soap watched the scene unfold from beside his sister who had tapped him out a few minutes earlier, his joyful laugh catching the woman's attention.
Se turned to him with her hand held out, offering him a piece.
"You want a bit, Johnny?"
"A'd, thank ye." His thick Scottish accent wrapping around each word as he snapped a bit off the bar, he too joining in on the exaggeration. "Ah've been hankerin' fur this fur ages, itβs like the cozy cuddle o' a bird."
Simon tried his hardest to resist a roll of his eyes as they staid looking forward. Y/n focused back on the man still standing in formation, she couldn't resist any longer without his embrace.
She placed a loving hand around his mighty bicep, the two soon caught in a strangling embrace. Simon's whisper didn't travel far as his covered lips kissed her rosy cheeks. "You're a cheeky bugger, you are."
"I've missed you to, Simon." she laughed.
When they finally released each other she took a moment to study the man. His blue tactical overcoat hugged his arms in the most perfect way, his thighs highlighted by the holsters wrapped around them over his tactical trousers and his eyes gleamed in their familiar roughish way through the cut out of his mask.
He looked edible. Like he would taste ten times better than the bar of sugar she could still taste on her tongue.
"You alright there, Love?" He questioned as he watched her pupils dilate.
She nodded her head slowly, lips pursing before she spoke. "Yeh, I think we should- um- think we should get going."
His eyes scrunched and she could imagine that teasing smirk gracing his lips beneath the painted balaclava, not making the situation any better for herself.
"I have to get changed first, darlin'." His rough voice explained as he took her arm to bring her closer again. "But I'm sure there's room for two in that cubical."
The couple were soon cramped together in the changing room, chocolate flavoured kisses and bitten lips bringing the two together in a moment of rushed passion. Simons mask was folded over his nose to give him space to taste his wife's lips, his hands ran over her body as if refreshing the memory of her soft feel to his mind.
"'V missed you so much, Simon." Y/n spoke when they parted to clumsily unclasp their trousers.
"So 'ave I, Love." The soldier spoke as his cock sprung free from their confines, his tactical pants pulled down to the mids of his thighs. He released a groan as he watched the woman before him reveal her trimmed pussy.
He grabbed at her waist, angling her as if it were second nature before his hips drove forward. His thick cock coated with her slick as he entered her.
Their muffled moans mixed in the heated air of the room at the feeling, it had been months since they had touched each other and they surely weren't going to last long.
He set a careful pace as to not hurt her, she clung to his shoulder to keep her balance as she wrapped one of her legs around his waist. Simon's thumb came into contact with her pulsing clit adding to the already mind numbing pleasure.
"There you go, sweet girl. Takin' me so well." His comforting words sent a shock down her spine, the knot in her stomach tightening with every hard thrust he gave to her.
It wasn't long before their kiss bitten lips were parting to allow their shared climax to rush through them. The moment of passion the first of the night.
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a/n: This is super short, I haven't hyper fixated on this man in a hot minute so everything has left my mind about him and writers block is kicking my arse, I'm crying and its only day 6.
@leeny-leens @xgloomy-kittenx @katie-tibo @wannabethoughtdaughter @pepsipoet
(To be added to my kinktober taglist, comment on my masterlist!!!)
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