Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

A sweet family vacation pt.2

A/N: Lmaoooo heyyyy (*￣∇￣)ノ
Can u believe that my whole life turned upside down in the past few weeks? Yea here I am lol.
Not much of an update as I just wanted to warm up a little bit and felt kinda spicy so theres like a sprinkle of smut but lads bear with me the times are rlly trying me lately. I have amazin scenarios planned tho so I will not abandon this as i have to write all of that out of my system at some point lol okay anyways hope y'all are doing okay and don't u ever forget to drink a bit of water every now and then k bye

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"It's kind of sweet, isn't it?" you murred as you played with the blonde curls forming on Simon's head. His hair all grown out was a pleasant sight – softening the rest of his rather sharp face.

" 's calm..." the giant would grunt with his half-lidded eyes fixated on the ceiling of your tacky cottage room. The interior had already creeped out the both of you with the horrid embroidered curtains and odd clown figures positioned throughout the whole house, though the farm itself was exactly what you needed with enough space for two active kids to toll around.

Two active, small kids that were suddenly not so small anymore.

Running along the meadow and playing a game of who-picks-the-most-dandelions whilst the man of your dreams is snoozing off on a lounger next to you, wearing your floppy sun hat. Ironically, the Ghost had not forgotten anything for this vacation but the protection for his face. You had joked that he could just use his balaclava – a comment the lieutenant would just shrug off and roll his eyes at.

Though his gruffness did not seem to ease much on your stay, it was nice to see him find some kind of peace every now and then. Hard to find, but they were there.

Like him sitting on the shore with Marla & Archie. His massive frame surrounded by two exhausted munchkins sitting on each side next to him and resting their heads against his arms. Whilst Marla was a good swimmer already for her age, Archie still had to be careful and it sure was a sight to see Ghost helping him to stay afloat.

Or moments like this. A rare morning where you two woke up first and could enjoy the stillness and peace a cottage could offer before the twins would rampage the place.

"It looks irritated again," you sighed as your gaze left Simon's sunburned cheeks and you reached for the cream on the nightstand behind you.

"Burned skin, love...," he grumbled as he turned over to have his back face you, " 'course it looks irritated..."

"Let me take care of it, Simon-"

"I've had much worse."

This is him. Simon 'Princess' Riley.

You snuck towards him again and peeked over his shoulder to look at his face. His eyes were closed but you knew damn well that this man does not fall asleep that fast. Ever.

So you proceeded to spread tiny dots of the moisturizer on his face and managed to massage it in small circles, carefully watching his scrunched up face but smiling as his furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"You're so beautiful... Just look at you..." you couldn't hold back on those very words slipping out of your mouth. Something about a pissed off bear of a man easing into your caring touch no matter how hard he tried not to.

It was usual for him to not respond to those compliments. It sure did not stop you from keeping them coming.

"What are we gonna do today? On our last day?"

He grunted with one half of his face squished into the pillow, "...thought you lot wanted to see the goats again..."

A single peck placed on his cheek. You had visited the goats together on the second day of your vacation and it left the soldier unimpressed as they all seemed to chase him down and bite him multiple times that day.

"Sure, later on...But now? I bet the kids' are both still fast asleep...All exhausted from yesterday's hike... We have some time for ourselves..." you let your hand slid down his stomach and under his briefs.

You could hear him exhale deeply through his nose.

Careful fingers travelled past trimmed bits of pubic hair and eventually rested along his length – seemingly shy. Like they didn't even know how they got there in the first place.

With closed eyes you allowed yourself to place some kisses along the back of his neck as you took in the position of the big spoon. You kept your hand still between his legs to feel if it does anything to him. If there may be some feelings of arousal.

To no avail.

"I want you, Simon..." whispers'll have to do, you had figured by now that he liked you being vocal.

Nothing.

You sighed and let your hand stroke back up to place it on top of his abdomen and draw small circles along the soft skin.

"I love you..."

Soon enough he turned around and softly touched your waist with both of his hands and came closer to stroke your nose with his.

"...Too, darling...A thousand times... It's just...-"

"Complicated, I know..."

"The injury-"

"I know..."

He sighed and placed a short kiss on top of your forehead before letting his hands wander down to the seam of your panties.

"...You want me to show you just how much, love?"

A weak smile formed on your lips. You knew about his condition and took it very serious - it's not like you had to fuck. It's just that you happened to be a rather sexual person. And that it's been a while. And that your partner looked way too hot to not crave his cock inside of you that very morning. With his dark, lazy eyes seducing you like that every. Damn. Time. 

"You don't have to, Simon... I'm sorry...I was hoping..."

The brit nodded slowly as he already moved down and soon disappeared under the duvet, kissing every bit of your bare skin on his way.

"Let's not...Maybe we'll just prepare,-" your breath hitched as he slipped down your underwear with one skilled move.

"Breakfast...I-I feel ready for some breakfast..." as if you weren't absolutely turned on by where this was going. You want to sit on that damned face of his. Have him devour you whole and grind for as long as you please on that pretty face. The face that is only for you to sit on.

"Fuckin' missed your cunt..." were his last muffled words before the warm wetness of his tongue silently found it's spot between your thighs.

Your fingers once again entangled with his short, blonde curls.