Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

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A/N: 📢 Smuuuuuttttttttttttttttttt. Smut that got me mad in my feels but still <3

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His large hands wrapped around your throat make it hard to breathe, every breath he did let you take more delicious than the other.

You deserve this treatment.

The steady, deep panting above you, his breath tickling down your neck and tits.

“I missed you so much,” you whimper as his strong hips buck into you forcefully. There are tears running down your cheeks, his tongue reacting quickly to lick them up.

“I’m here now. You're gonna make it all up to me, love.” The gruff voice whispers past the sensitive skin of your ear followed by subtle bites as his hands glide down to grab your waist and fuck you better.

Longer strokes.

More moans.

You can hear the british accent curse huskily, the darkness of the room you’re in making you way more sensitive for his touch and all of the sounds rolling off his lips.

“I want another child,” his thick cock spreads you so perfectly.

“..., Let’s do it again, this time we’ll make it right,” you can feel him fill your tight insides whole; no other cock could ever compete with what his does to you.

“We’ll do better. Wake up next to each other every morning, have the kids. All I want is you and our family, it’s all I ever fuckin’ wanted. Tell me you want me and I can give it to you. Tell me you want us.”

“S-Simon I’m gonna-“ you rip your mouth open as he hit your spot that last, needed time and sent you off into depths of fire, your skin burning from his touch in all the positive ways. 

“I want you-,” you shut your eyes as the tingling grew throughout your whole self, starting at your very core. You could feel your cunt taking up every drop he was giving you. Ready to try again. You want to try again. To love him in only the right ways and raise your children together. No more mistakes. No more heartbreaks.

Your vision turned white as you tried to open your eyes again, so your hands looked for his scruffy jawline in order to kiss him. Feel those chapped, warm lips on yours. The small dent of where he has a scar. You want to drink him up completely, never letting him go ever again.

“I’m so fucking sorry Simon. I love you, I have always loved you. I need you back,” you sobbed into the white light until you finally felt those very lips you craved press against your own, wet ones. Everything tasted of your tears, but you stayed in his embrace. Forever. You’ll stay this time. You promise.

7 AM

With closed eyes your hand snaked towards the alarm on your nightstand, turning it off blindly and letting out a low groan. Really?

You sighed once you felt how drenched your panties were.

“Fucking…,” you rested your elbow on the mattress for support, slowly but steadily sitting upwards.

Pulling the blanket aside you saw just how drenched. There was a huge, soaked circle right on your sheets. It’s when you were in the fertile stage of your cycle that you would just get wet like this at the smallest things. That dream you just had certainly not being something small.