Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

58. Costume party pt.1

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me…”

Simon held your black longsleeve out in front of him. It looked ant-sized when he held it like that.

“It’s the biggest one I’ve got!” you laughed, putting on some white lacy thights.

You two are getting ready for the party in a few hours.

It’s the early evening and you two spent all day in your apartment. In the morning Simon was rather playful, tickling you and preventing you from leaving the bed so that you could cuddle more. You wouldn’t have expected him to be the cuddling type, but were so glad to find out that he is. There was also a lot of kissing involved.

After the man saw his dirty, used longsleeve on the ground he realized he didn’t have any change of clothes with him. You tossed it into the washing machine with the rest of your laundry and gave him one of the guest robes, the ones that were too small for him anyways.

After that you cleaned the kitchen, Simon helping you generously and eating half of the lemon-curd-situation you baked the day before, pretty much devouring it.

Later on you two would order food from your favourite restaurant & also share a bit of wine. So now you were here. And he needed something to wear.

“It’s stretchy though, Simon…Look…” you walked towards him bare-chested. So far you only have your underwear and tights on. Once you reach him, you stretch the longsleeve, much to his surprise.

“What in the…” he whispers, observing the fabric.

“Try it on…I’m sure it’ll fit…” you mumble, watching the Lieutenant open his robe and pull the longsleeve over himself, grunting as his head pops through the collar.

Jesus Christ.

In front of you was now a gigantic, muscular & rather reserved man wearing a slightly transparent, black longsleeve. He looked hot. Too hot. You couldn’t close your mouth type of hot.

“Now what the fuck is this…” he scoffs as he moves his hands instantly to take it off again after seeing himself in the mirror.

“No, wait…” you stammer, walking closer to him. He turns to you in confusion.

The slim, tight top enhanced all his muscles, every little dent peeking through the translucent fabric.

“You like what you see, huh?” he smirks, flexing his muscles nonchalantly.

“You look so good…” your eyes took in his whole body. What a sight.

“Love, there’s no way I will be wearing that later.”

He takes it off again, much to your dismay.

“The austrian coming then?”, he says with a hint of playfulness in his tone as he grabs his glass to finish his bit of wine.

You put the longsleeve back into the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer you store your nipple patches in.

“I think so.” You reply, trying to decide which ones you’ll use tonight when suddenly the Brit hovers over you.

“Those the ones for your nips?”

You gasp, shutting the drawer.

“Don’t peek! Now that you’re done here, you can go head back to the kitchen!”

“I’d much rather have you wearing nothing on them…” Ghost purrs, coming closer and eyeing your breasts.

“Not now…” you frown, being really turned on by the look that he gives you but the first guests will already be here in 1 hour and you still have a lot to do.