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Simon felt kind of ridiculous sneaking into his own house like this, late at night.
He’d only just got home the day before, but ended up being called in for a quick job early this morning. This is the way it is, you know this.
Except you’d been so excited when he’d told you he’d managed to get leave off for your birthday tomorrow, and as much as you tried, you couldn’t hide from him, the way your face crumpled in disappointment. It felt like someone kicked him in the stomach.
You didn’t know he’d managed to come back so soon, making your reluctant peace of spending your birthday without him. Which is usually fine. You’d celebrate birthdays the next time you saw him. You knew what you were signing up for when you married Simon, except now since you’d been expecting him there, the disappointment was crushing you.
You didn’t hear when he unlock the door, or hear him walking down the hallway. He could be deadly silent when he wanted to be, like a ghost.
You didn’t have a clue that the skull mask of a 6’4, deadly, highly trained special forces soldier was looming behind you as you washed the last of the dishes.
You gasped as the crotch of rough combat trousers suddenly pins your hips to the counter in front of you. You don’t even get a chance to turn around before one gloved hand is wrapping around your waist, pulling you tight against his solid body in full tactical gear, while the other is gripping your face, keeping it turned towards the window in front of you. The darkness outside made it look like a mirror.
You gasp again when you made eye contact with him in the reflection. Beneath the skull mask of Ghost.
He stares at you, piercing gaze that felt like it was looking through your very soul. You’re unable to hide your slight grin even by biting your lip. Heart pounding in your chest changing from shock to excitement. Bringing your hand up to grip the wrist of the had he was using to hold your face, you tapped him twice with your fingers, your nonverbal sign for yes. Letting him know you wanted this. You trusted him completely.
Feeling that seemed to kick him back into gear. He’d been almost waiting for your rejection but no. You wanted him, even like this.
He’d been a little hesitant when you’d asked for Ghost in the past, not liking the idea of you seeing him like this. But then he’d come home from a mission, dead on his feet from lack of sleep for over like 60 hours, maybe more, he doesn’t even know. He’d not had a chance to get changed. When he walked in, in his full gear, only slipping the mask off when he was inside, he literally watched the way your eyes shifted from surprise to a heated look of arousal. You weren’t scared of him like this.
Unfortunately, that day, as much as it pained him, he really had been too tired to do anything other than shower and pass the fuck out.
But now?
“Don’t. Move” Ghost all but growled the command in your ear, voice full of authority like he used in the field. Moving his hand down to hold your throat, he applied a firm pressure against the arteries that makes you feel a little lightheaded in the best way. The tone of his rough, commanding voice makes you shiver, as you feel a new wave of arousal soak your underwear.
“Fuckin’ answer me” came another command when you didn’t acknowledge his words.
“Y-yes sir” you almost whimper, barely able to form a sentence as your brain turns to mush. He grunts in approval.
You were wearing a ratty old t shirt, legs bare. Perfect.
The arm on your hip moved to grab the (specifically dull) knife (but you didn’t need to know that) from the holster on his thigh. He’d been planning this, waiting for the opportunity. He wanted to give you what you wanted, but like fuck would he actually risk any harm to you.
The arm that belongs to the hand on your throat rested across your chest to make sure you don’t even flinch when he presses the knife into the neckline of your shirt. You shiver as you feel the flat edge against your skin.
“I fuckin’ mean it, don’t fuckin’ move” Ghost commanded again, then in one fluid moment, with a harsh ripping sound, cut through the back of your shirt. If the movement was mostly his strength and less the actual knife, you also didn’t need to know that.
You gasped at the shock, holding back an almost moan, unable to really believe he’s actually doing this for you but so unbelievably turned on.
He made quick work of your shirt, and then holding you tight again, pressed the knife into your hips and cut away your underwear too.
You were nearly panting at this point, dizzy with the pressure of his hand on your throat and the pure need growing between your thighs. Your eyes had slipped shut and you were leaning most of your weight on him.
Goosebumps rose across your skin as you feel the tip of the knife trace down the notches in your spine, then round your hips to trace down the centre of your chest, the cold metal making you shiver against him again.
“Such a slut, I’ve got a fuckin’ knife pressed against ya and I bet you’re fuckin’ soaked” Ghosts rough voice spat in your ear. You opened your eyes again meeting his in the window, and whimpered in agreement, unable to find your voice but you couldn’t help but press your thighs together in want.
“What did I just fuckin’ say? Stay the fuck still” another growled command came, as he held your throat tighter, only for a few seconds as the lightheadedness came and then went. The rough feeling of his gloves made you clench around nothing and you let out a whimpering moan.
Ghost threw the knife way on the counter with a clatter, then groped at your chest, giving your “pretty tits” he grunts, a self indulgent squeeze with his now free hand, then tweaking your nipple enough to make you whine. He wrapped his arm around your bare hips to pull you as tight as possible against him. You can’t help but let out a moan again at the feeling of the rough buckles and material of his uniform rubbing against your completely bare skin. You moan again as he grinds his covered but obviously hard cock into your ass.
“You fuckin’ like this pretty baby?” He grunts, hand wrapped around your waist slowly moving down to where you so desperately wanted him. “Gonna let the big bad soldier have his fuckin’ way with you.” That last sentence wasn’t a question but you desperately tried to nod your heads against his hold anyway. He scoffed. “So fuckin’ needy.”
His harsh gloved fingers finally brushed through your slick core, making you moan loudly and try to buck your hips into him. It just makes him pin you harder to the counter with his own hips, using your ass for friction against his aching hard on.
Gathering some of your wetness, he rolled your clit under the pad of his covered finger. You were a whimpering mess already, sweating as your knees threatened to buckle. But Ghost held you up.
You’re clawing at the arms wrapped around you, moaning loudly as he reaches down to slowly slip a gloved finger inside you, careful not to hurt you, with the palm of his hand still on your clit. It’s a slightly bigger, harsher stretch than usual, and paired with the pressure on your bud has you trembling. He works you quickly towards an orgasm, adding another finger and knowing exactly where to press to get you gushing. You’re so close already, you’re a whimpering mess, clawing at any part of him you can reach, about to tip over the edge until…
Ghost pulls his hand away suddenly. You keen in disappointment of your orgasm being ripped away from you.
“Did I say you could fuckin’ come?” He spat, moving your head with the hand on your throat from where it fell back on his chest to make you look at his reflection again.
You whimpered, shaking from how close you had been. You shake your head no, crying out a “please sir” as you try to roll your hips for more friction.
Ghost presses his hips hard into yours to cease your moving, and grinds his clothed length against your bare ass again. His hand travels back down to your core, lightly circling your clit before he presses on it. Hard. You cry out.
“You cum when I fuckin’ say” he grunts, still moving against you, unable to deny himself a little friction anymore with how god damn needy you’re being.
“Yes yes sir, anything you want, please, I’m yours, I’m yours to use, Lieutenant” you babble, brain like soup in your head at this point from how turned on you are.
Something snaps inside Ghost when he hears you use his rank like that. He presses his cock into you one last time, groaning a “fuckin’ hell” and then you’re suddenly span round, and being lifted over his shoulder.
You squeal in surprise, but it’s quickly turned into a moan when Ghost spanks your ass cheek.
He marches to your shared bedroom and throws you down on the bed. You land with a little “oof” as you bounce, before he’s kneeling onto the bed and taking little effort to flip you around, so your ass is in the air for him. You feel him grope at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to see your drooling hole fluttering around nothing.
Ghost groans appreciatively at the sight, running a finger down your core to spread your wetness around. Pulling the bottom part of his mask under his chin, he licks a firm stripe up your cunt, taking you by surprise. “So fuckin’ wet for me, such a good little cunt, tastes so good” he groans as your wetness covers his tongue.
You moan loudly at the contact, falling further into the bed when your muscles threaten to give out as he circles your clit with a firm tongue. You’re already drawn tight from his earlier denial and it takes you almost no time at all to get back on that edge.
You cry loudly when his tongue leaves you again just as you’re about to fall, only for it to be replaces with his still gloved finger, rubbing in the same rhythm his tongue was. The slight pause had pulled you back from the edge slightly, but you desperately tried to rock yourself back into his hand.
“You wanna come huh?” Ghost taunted, “fuckin’ beg me then. Tell me how bad you want it” came the commanding voice.
“Please, let me come Lieutenant, please I want it so bad, so bad please, please Lieutenant, you can do whatever you want to me just please let me come” you cry, spewing a mush of barely understandable words into the mattress below you as your hips desperately rocked against the iron hold he now has on your hips, because you won’t stop moving.
The finger on your clit slows down again, making you sob in frustration from being kept on edge for so long.
Ghost tuts, “I dunno, I told ya to stay still but look at you, you’re so fuckin’ squirmy”.
“Please” you sob again, so desperate for the release you can almost taste. You continue to babble brainlessly, not making much sense “please Lieutenant, wanna come so bad, only you can, please, Si, so mean, missed you, please I’m so close, love you, love your cock, your fingers, your mouth, please please please”.
Ghost finally gives in, and moves his mouth back over your clit to give you what you want. His will is only so strong when your begging included how much you loved him. It only takes two fingers crooking inside of you and a suck of your clit paired with a few flicks of his tongue before you’re finally, finally tipping over that edge.
Your back arches as you moan loudly, uncontrollably. Your body goes tight as you come all over his face. Ghost works you through your orgasm, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can from you. But he doesn’t stop.
You’re swiftly approaching that pleasured pain of overstimulation as his tongue relentlessly sucks your throbbing clit. You’re trying to move away from his assaulting mouth but his grip on your hips is too tight.
“Simon” you whine loudly, torn between wanting more and wanting less. You didn’t have time to come down from your first orgasm before you’re already being thrown into another. You nearly scream this time, forced into the intense orgasm that doesn’t seem to end. Thankfully, after your walls stop fluttering so dramatically, Ghost pulls away from your poor abused clit, and pulls his soaked, gloved fingers out of you.
You immediately sag into the mattress, held up only by Ghosts arm around you. He manhandles you again so you’re flipped on your back, thrown into the pillows, looking up at the half masked face of your husband, your slick spend covering the lower half of his face, and some of the skull itself. The bedroom is quite dark, only the soft glow of your fairy lights illuminating the room, making the white of the skull seem to glow.
Making intense eye contact with you as you recover, panting, Ghosts hands go down to his belt. You can’t help but glance down at the straining bulge in his combat trousers, as you watch him undo his the buckle. Slowly, like a taunt, he undoes his trousers, the sound of him pulling the zipper down fills the room. You’re squeezing your thighs together again already at the sight of him, unable to take your eyes off of where he reaches into his trousers to pull out his heavy cock. It’s impossibly hard, leaking, flushed dark at the tip with want.
Ghost gives himself a few strokes with his gloved hand, unable to resist as he looks down at you. The way you’re looking at him makes his dick throb. You’re looking at him with such an intense heat, flushed and sweaty with heavy, hazy eyes. He chuckles slightly under his breath as he watches you watch him touch himself. You see the smile where he hadn’t pulled the bottom half of the mask back up.
“You really like this huh?” He teases, tone lighter than it had been. You blush further, if that was even possible and nod, biting your lip.
“I just love you,” you replied looking back to his masked face, voice breaking slightly from your earlier crying, but honesty in your tone, “all of you”. You smirk deviously then, and add a “Lieutenant” to the end of your sentence while giving him a sultry look.
The last of his self control snaps. Grabbing your thighs, he bullies his way between them to lean down to give you a filthy kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. Satisfied you’re left panting again, his rough gloved hands hold the backs of your knees and he pushes them up to your chest, slotting himself behind you to rub his throbbing cock through your damp folds. You moan and jolt as the head of him catches your overly sensitive clit. He lifts your legs so they’re resting on his shoulders and bends over you.
“So fuckin’ desperate for me, you want this cock huh?” Ghost grunts, positioning himself at your entrance. You nod furiously, “please, please Lieutenant” you beg as you try to shift your hips to get him to sink into you.
You yelp when he pinches your thigh in punishment for the movement. “So fuckin’ greedy” he groans, but presses into you regardless, unable to resist you any longer. Especially when you keep using his rank like that.
Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his hot, heavy cock slowly sinking inside you. You can feel every vein, every ridge. Your walls flutter around him as he slowly works his way in, carving space for himself inside you. The position he’s holding you in makes him feel impossibly deep. He leans forward to wrap a hand around your throat again.
Letting you adjust to him for a second once he’s fully seated inside you. “You take me so fuckin’ well” Ghost groans when he’s as far in as possible. His hips press against your ass, then slowly pulls out, a breath, and then with a fierce snap of his hips, he plunges back inside you with the weight of his body behind it, aiming his cock directly into your g-spot with military precision.
You cry out loudly, hands scrambling to hold literally anything they can find. Your hands grip the fabric of the various straps on his gear, almost pulling him closer if you were strong enough. But you’re not.
He sets a relentless pace, slamming into you hard and fast, spewing filthy words into the air in a bit of a mindless ramble. He grunted and groaned about how “you take my cock so fuckin’ well, so wet for me, such a needy slut, just need me t’ fill ya up huh? That’s what you want right? To be ruined by a dangerous fuckin’ soldier? Can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me, fuckin’ hell, s’ tight” in been thrusts, pace getting harder and faster with every sentence.
His harsh pace has you flying into another orgasm, already overstimulated from earlier and you sob. Ghost groans a “oh fuck, yes that’s it, my good fuckin’ slut, come on my cock” in pleasure as your walls tighten impossibly hard around his length.
You were an absolute mess underneath him. The angle of his cock hammering into the spongy spot deep inside you in a way that was making you see stars. You’re moaning incoherently, only the words “Si”, “please”, “lieutenant” or “more” being understandable. You’re pretty sure you’re crying.
Ghost is pretty sure too. He can see the slight reflection of the low lights in the tears running down your face. “Cryin’ on my cock huh baby?” He grunts the rhetorical question condescendingly. He decides wants to see properly.
Slowing his hip movements, he lets go of your hip to lean over you further and turn the bedside lamp on. A soft, warm glow fills the room.
You both take eachother in, in the better light. His hips had slowed down to a steady, but still hard pace and he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure when he thrusts particularly hard, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut. Ghost scans over your form, taking in the way you’re gripping the arm of the hand wrapped around your throat now, nails leaving marks even through his clothing. He looks at the light sheen of sweat across your body, how flushed you are from your face down to your pretty tits. He watches them bounce in time with his thrusts, eyes flicking back and forth between them and your pleasured face like he can’t decide which one he wants to watch.
Suddenly, you feel him freeze. Completely.
You scrunch your face up in confusion at the sudden lack of pleasure, cracking your eyes open to look at him.
“Si?” You ask softly, moving your hand up his arm to the side of his masked face but his eyes are on your chest. Well, more specifically, the left side of your chest.
Simon hadn’t noticed it in the dark light earlier, and then his arm had been blocking it from view from the hand on your throat. You’d both shifted with his vigorous fucking and suddenly he noticed it.
There, in an elegant swirly little scroll, right above your heart, sat the initials “S.R” tattooed permanently into your skin.
You quickly caught on to what he’d noticed. If you could have blushed more, you would have.
Simon’s hand leaves your neck to pull his glove off with his teeth. He chucks it behind him to trace over the ink with his bare fingers, the skin still slightly raised from only being a few weeks old. His eyes wide, looking slightly bewildered. A look that had not graced his face under this mask before.
“Baby…” He says softly, looking back at your face for confirmation that it’s real, like he’s not really sure he sees it, or that it’s going to be some kind of joke. His eyes keep flitting between your face and the tattoo. You just nod and smile at him, slipping your hands under the mask to take it off him. You’d wanted to surprise him. He has his wedding ring tattooed so you wanted something just as permanent.
The second it’s gone, you get a glimpse of his flushed, truly adoring, devoted face and messy blonde hair, before he’s leaning down to pull you into an incredibly heated kiss. The shift makes his cock press deeper inside you and you gasp into his mouth.
Your gasp kickstarts his hips again, as if he’s suddenly reminded he’s still deep inside you, and slowly starts to thrust back into you. He leans back again to look at the tattoo, spreading his large hand over your tit in a way that makes his fingertips brush the raised inked skin of his own fucking initials.
The concept of what you’ve done for him seems to be catching up now, after he was for once in his life, left speechless.
The sight of his hand being big enough to be able to spread over your tit to touch his name inked into your skin makes his hips rut deep into you, and a rough moan is pulled out his throat. He loses all self control after that.
You cry out as you’re suddenly being fucked at a furious pace. Simon moves his hands down to pull your hips against him in time with his thrusts, and bends over you so he can press his lips against the tattoo, kissing it and groaning with every snap of his hips. You feel his tongue darting out to taste the sweat on your skin.
Cradling his head against you, you pull at his hair, making him groan against you again as his hips somehow snap even harder.
“Fuckin’ hell baby” he outright moans against your skin. “I love you so fuckin’ much” he groans, “m’ perfect little wife marked up with my name forever”. His pace is hard and fast, but the way he’s curled over you, rolling his hips into the spot that has you keening, pressing sweet words to your skin, pulling you to him with every thrust can be described as nothing but incredibly passionate.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, Si” you moan, every love you getting louder as you start to fall into yet another intense orgasm, his name stretched out into a loud cry.
“Fuck, such a good girl, that’s it, come on your cock, belongs to you, only you, all of me, oh fuck, such a good tight cunt for me, such a good wife, oh fuck I’m gonna- fuck” spills roughly out of Simon’s mouth onto the tattoo, as your orgasm rips his out of him. He moans your name loudly, hips stuttering and thrusting incredibly hard into you, once, twice, and then he pushes himself as deep as he can, shoving you up the bed, rocking himself through his own intense finish, groaning still as you twitch around him. You feel his warmth flooding deep inside you, right up against your cervix. You love when he’s unrestrained like this, his noises of pleasure being the hottest thing in the world to you.
Simon tries not to collapse on top of you, as you both pant, coming down from your highs.
“Holy shit” he mumbles, suddenly feeling incredibly warm and sweaty in his full gear. He leans up to kiss you, both of you groaning slightly at the feeling of his cock still inside you, sensitive on both ends. Moving the hair that’s stuck to your face, Simon gives you the sweetest kiss, the sensation making your toes curl in contrast to the hard fuck he just gave you. “I love you” he breathes across your lips. Breaking away, he then leans down to kiss the tattoo again. You run your hands through his hair and he shivers.
“I love you too Si, so much” you say earnestly, but your voice is wrecked. Your eyes are already fluttering shut.
Despite your weak protesting, Simon managed to get you to come take a shower with him. He washes your hair for you, and presses kisses to anywhere his lips will reach. When it’s your turn to wash him, he smirks slightly, raises his arm and flexes his tattooed arm. Slightly distracted by his muscles under the spray of the water, it takes you a few seconds to notice the ever so slightly darker tattoo lost in the sea of others on his very inner bicep. You get closer to see what it is, since the water from the shower was obscuring it.
You gasp quietly when you see it clearly, running your hand over it.
He’d gotten your first initial tattooed. It was carefully hidden amongst the other skulls and military imagery, somewhere it’s incredibly unlikely that someone would ever see. He didn’t want to make it obvious, he liked his personal life (you) private, wanting to keep it (you) to himself. His tattoo looked older than yours.
“Oh Simon” you sigh dreamily, smiling up at him with teary eyes. Your fingers stroke the tattoo and he lets you admire it for a minute before he lets his arm drop, and it’s gone from your sight.
“Fuckin’ love you” he mumbles as he pulls you into another heated kiss, “my pretty wife”.
He doesn’t let you leave the shower till you’ve come at least three more times.
After. You’re cuddled up in bed with your head on Simon’s chest, freshly washed and fucked. You’re already on the brink of passing out. It’s well past midnight by now.
“Happy Birthday my love” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple.