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it was just another Wednesday to get by, you finish your morning shift and head home, tired, barely walking from all the standing and serving. the time passes slowly as you watch kids cross the street to head home after they've also had a long day at school.

then he comes, in a rugged bike, slowing down just before he almost runs over a kid at his front tire. something in your heart jumps. you don't know was it concern for the kid, or the man on the bike.

you can see his muscles ripple under all that leathery gear, and holy fuck, does it get you looking like allured when you slow down with your walk. he looks your way maybe once or barely glances at something your way then he speeds off as soon as the light turns green. you're left wondering whether or not he would've stopped at the red light if there were no kids, but you're glad he did. he looked your way.

while knowing it wasn't gonna be anything meaningful, a part of you hoped to see what's under the helmet. he reminded you an awful lot about Simon ghost riley if fanfiction were to ever meet real life.

but you forget about him the week day at work, too busy with tasks at hand. you knew nothing would come out of your little twisted up fantasy.

one random night you enter your apartment when you began working second shift the doors wierdly unlocked. did I forget to lock them? so when you step inside and see everything in place, you sigh from relief. noone broke in.

that's what you thought as you just swung the doors of you bedroom open, ready to immerse yourself in your normal schedule after too much talking with customers. you didn't expect to be literally jumpscared by a man in military cargos, tight leather jacket. the one you remember. you managed to barely hold in a scream as you realised who it was. Ghost.

his helmet in his hand and his mask on his face, manspreading on your bed as he looked at all the stuff of him you had on your wall. posters upon posters, upon pictures, upon prints, upon drawings. he looked unamused but you could feel yourself trembling in shame and arousal. how does one find such a perfect moment to show up.

"you've got good taste, kid." he grumbled while his head craned to look you in the eyes. groaning, he stands up, dropping the helmet on the floor as it rolls off. he's quick to grab you by the neck before you can land a step back. "you summoned me. been searching for you all over the city." he was angry, rightfully so.

"wha- no—!"you try to defend yourself but he squeezed harder

"you think all these posters are for nothing? you think you can just obsess over me and expect nothing to happen, eh? you summoned me and now you'll pay the price.

you mind was going blank, and you were pathetically trying not to moan. you didn't even know if it was true. the game never showed his face, it could be anyone behind the mask. you didn't even know was this real, because all your thoughts were interrupted by the lack of blood flow to your brain.

"desperate little thing." he growls as he leans in your face but relents his hold on your neck. while he doesn't remove it he keep the hand there, domineering, controlling, possessive. even mutually just as obsessive.

"says the one who came here." you quip, but it's quickly forgotten after he's managed to buckle you knees by squeezing your airways.

"brat. you're the one obsessing over me, I had no choice but to come see my devoted fan." he grins devilishly.

"le-lemme go.." you wince and whine

"say please and I'll go."

"pfffft, you wish don't you?"

"dont sass me, kid. I can only guess what you've done while looking at those pictures of me across your bed."

you refuse to give into him, but he's exactly like in the game, the tattoos, the voice, even his snickers and those deep chuckles.

your body is at a disadvantage, you're feeling your folds wetten, and you've began blushing like he's not choking you out. and while he's not momentarily aware that he's got you in the position where he could literally rail you and you'd thank him, he seems suprised that youre not exactly trying to escape him, just holding onto his hand and panting for air with those little sassy words of yours.

"all bark and no bite. fucking hell, look at you. blushing and squirming and I'm barely doing anything." he growls when he sees your glare "quit looking at me like ive killed your family, like you haven't been having dreams of me."

"don't.. flatter yourself." you rasped out

"I dont need to, your wall did it for me, kid."

instead of an actualcocky reply you gruffly say "I like you better without the mask."

"so take it off." he encourages, hand relenting on your neck.

"no. you're a hallucination and you're toying with me."

God how annoying is this woman?? he pulls his mask off in one simple pull and instead of letting you go he slams you into the wall "you think this is just a figment of what you've been thinking about? just a joke? God, I wish it was a joke. its not a joke, is it? I can see you get turned on right in-front of my eyes and you call me some imaginative piece of your brain. how fucking fancy of you."

you're not able to stop the whine from your lips as he shoved you into the wall. "okay, okay. you're real, I get it." you say almost timidly as his striking handsome-ness strikes your hard. "I used to wonder how rough you are, now I need to know can you be soft."

"oh I can be plenty soft. but that's not what you need, you don't strike me as that type who enjoys being spooned at a beachy sunset. to me it seems that you're more into 'bend you over and shove your face down'." ghost had no shame, no hidden intentions for what he's about to do. he's already gripping your hips, half hard in cargos as he pinned your hips against his crotch.

"I seem to be into delusional men in camouflage cargos." you reply with snark.

"you might like me more than you think." he smirks, his teeth shining through as he hooks a calloused finger around your shirt "let's take this off yeah? no need to resist me. I can see you want me."

"hey, woah. you don't get to be flashed just because I summoned you or whatever." your hands a little hesitant at the hem of your shirt, desire coiling in your core as you feel him twitch in his pants.

"you feel me? you don't want me buried balls deep into your pretty little cunt eh?" he croons in your neck, hands removing yours from the hem of your shirt. he started sucking on your neck in such a sly manner, you'd think this man was raised by a crowd of foxes. his hand undoes your bra clasp, hands forcing yours away as you restrain him from touching your body. "let me do this. the less you resist the less its gonna hurt." he warns, and he means it.

"youre filthy." exasperation Pro max is speaking, but you're also melting at the reassurance he gives.

he forces your hands away from your breasts, thumb hooking up on your shirt and bra before he pulls it up to reveal your aroused nipples. he doesn't attack them right away, kissing at your neck and marking it like a wild animal experiencing rut for the first time. fingers pinching at your nipples as you squirm, wincing in both pleasure and pain. "good fucking girl. bet you're loving this aye?" he grins before he cups the underside of your boob and gives it a nasty, wet lick before wrapping up his lips around your nipple.

you yelp a little, the sensation sending hoards of arousal at your clit and core. you can feel globs of wetness coat your entrance as your hand hesitantly wanders through his hair as you moan and whine helplessly "ghost.."

he let's go of your nipple with a lewd, wet sound "you gonna let me fuck this cunt proper or complain?"

your eyes were full of lusty haze, nodding as a reply he makes it his mission to take off everything and fuck you raw in missionary.

it's what you've been imagining, too, when you touched yourself while looking at the posters on your wall, him so deep inside that it's hard to believe he won't cum inside.

"damned eager your cunt is, could get you killed someday." he growls as he helps you undress, then u dressing himself. his boxers are the last to come off and his cock springs up. the tip was a deep pinkish red from arousal and leaking with precum.

"im glad you're not gonna kill me." you mutter weakly, legs clasped together, but he pulls you by the ankles at the edge of the bed, spreading you as his gloved hand reached down, finding your clit. back uncontrollably arching at his touch.

he pulls his hand away to see the fingertips of the glove soaked, he takes those off too, coating his fingers in his spit and your wet arousal, he shoved two fingers in your entrance, knuckles deep. "yer so fucking eager I bet you can take my cock without prepping." his voice rougher, accent induced as he positioned himself at your entrance, tip sinking in your heat with ease.

you claw at the sheets, mewling at the slow stretch. it's stinging but it feels too good to complain.

"fuck, look at you. with all that shyness gone, now you're just an eager little cunt for me to use." he says as he kept his pace steady, sinking in your gummy, soft walls with slow precision as he sees the way you wrap up around him tightly. he feels you flutter around him, squeezing and he's not even filled you up with all his length. "youre gonna snap my dick in half if you keep squeezing it like that, relax." he murmurs as his thumb circles your clit and the other hooks your leg around his hip. "there you are." he asserted as he plunged the rest of him balls deep and leaned his chest against you "you just need a little extra attention eh? filthy thing."

"please." you whimper mindlessly.

"please what, swan? say it so I can understand." he asserted lowly in your ear, now having you in missionary.

"move, please."

"good girl, that's what I want to hear."

he rocks his hips slowly and began moving quicker untill he saw tour face contour with pleasure. the pace he set gave you enough time to have you writhing and shaking under him. he's at advantage, big one at that. he knows it too, cocky bastard. "youre welcoming me so deep, swan. can feel your cervix right at my tip all eager to swallow up the seed I give it."

"please, no... I'm not ready to be a mom yet." you try to wriggle out of his grasp but he grabs your hips and slams your cock deep inside you again

"you think I'll leave you pregnant? bold of you to assume I want that responsibility." he says huskily at the supple skin of your neck before biting down on it, leaving indents in the shape of his teeth.

"mmmhhh, don't stop." you hands wrap around his shoulders, digging your nails into the wide area under your palms.

"wasn't planning on it, swan." he says as he thrusts deep and slow, measured on purpose to elicit the utmost pleasure out of you both without tiring him out. he's saving the heat for last. thumb eight-ing at your clit while he marks you over and over again but nothing prepared him for the way you squirt on his cock, soaking his balls with your fluids. "dont stop eh? you wanted to squirt all over me huh? a filthy swan, you are." but now he has even more reason to speed up, finger putting more pressure at your clit while he rams inside you.

"fuck, pleasee..."

"so fucked out, letting me pound you like a damn slut you are for me. my slut ain't you swan? mine?" his voice bordering on possessive obsession while the air in your room smelled like sex and musk.

you nod frantically, tears pooling up in your eyes at the way hes fucking you so flawlessly. he likes the sight of your flushed, fucked out face.

"you gonna cum for me, swan? gonna stain my cock with your cum?" he eggs you on, pace fast as he grips your waist and makes your back arch, breasts bouncing with each deep and quick thrusts leaving you breathless.

"yes, I'm gonna... I'm close. keep going, please." your your broken.

he grabs your hand, letting you feel the bulge in your lower abdomen of how deep he's inside "it's a shame you won't let me cum inside. bet you'd make pretty babies." he cooed.

your walls tighten around him, squeezing and milking if he has to give anything. your orgasm hits both of you hard, and he fucks you through the high. he doesn't cum inside although it took everything in him to just not tut into you and paint your womb with his hot seed. instead he grabs the hand he put on your abdomen and pulls it lower, fucking the skin of your crotch and palm as he shoots ropes of cum between your sweat coated skin.

he pressed a hard kiss to your lips, plopping ontop of you with a groan. you whine softly at his weight ontop of you. "I can't breathe, get off you brute." but he just moves lower and kisses your neck.

"no way in hell."

"fine." you huff, "just don't crush me in your sleep."

"won't want my little swan gone so soon." he teased.

the two of you cuddled up nicely after you've both been sated of your desires. you thought you're imagining a soft smile on his face when you woke up the following morning after he fell asleep with you, his hands still wrapped up like a vice around your waist.

perhaps you'll get to keep this summoned luck, so you crawl put of his hold and his grip to get up to make tea.