au!magiccod, ooc!simonghostriley, m!reader, not proof read, worse than draft writing.
simon ghost riley has always proclaimed himself as straight- with no exceptions. not even when soap, his best friend of many years, confessed to him, did he budge even the slightest. so of course when simon is told that the only way he can survive now is by fucking the new guy, he doesnt take it very well.
“fuck ya’ mean ‘ure magic is the only one compatible wif’ me”?
you swallow deeply, taking in a quick breath before attempting to explain yet again what the doctor had told you. that the only way ghost would be able to heal or use magic stably now is if you two…well…fucked. which of course is something you dont per say mind- but that’s also not something youd tell him of course.
“‘n you a’vnt been able tuh heal v’ry well si-ghost”, your eyes remain downcast as you finish speaking so that you can not see his haunting eyes. though you can surely feel them hot on you, melting through your clothes and resting on your nerves.
“huh, intrestin’”, simon huffs, taking a step towards you while flicking his eyes towards the door, slamming it shut.
you flinch, knowing all too well that you might have gotten yourself into a dire situation. one that could potentially cause more trouble than any of this is worth. sure you had eyes on simon since you arrived. sure you had thought about him as you stroked yourself at night, spilling your warm cum into yourself. sure you had wished that it was him you spilled onto.
well, maybe the trouble is worth it.
“‘n mm guessin’ we both gotta spill ‘fore my magic fills’up huh?”, simon rileys words are taunting as he takes steps towards you, the magic radiating off of him is almost suffocating. its a shame for him that he wont be able to use it properly at all without sleeping with you. for you though, that shame is nothing but lust and pleasure.
“y-yes’ir”.
you watch his eyes crinkle under his mask, the reluctance that was once held in his gaze now softened to curiosity. a pit forms in your stomach due to that, the once oh so straight simon riley now giving into gay sex as if he has always wanted to. you arent sure if this is a dream, but you also dont really care.
it only takes a few minutes before simon has bottomed out in you, his hands gripping your hips dangerously hard. simon can not help but fuck into you without restraint. the sound of your moans mixed in with skin slapping together echos around his room, presumably echoing out into the busy corridor as well.
it also doesnt take long for either of you to be on the edge- the man struggling to keep himself together as though he is a virgin. you stretched to the max, your insides throbbing as your cock rubs against his bed. both you and simon spill at the same time, breathless bodies melted together in something that possibly shouldnt exsist.
“‘mm magic don’ feel all the way up”, he chuckles, flipping you over onto your back, “guess m’gon’ fuck you till i feel full”.
a horrified face meets a delighted one as he starts again, with you realizing that you really dont know anything anymore. but, you will be getting your fill.
