!¡Basically the female version of the Ghost X Male Reader #1¡!
you and your boyfriend are laying in bed as you watch the clock strike 12am. ghost smiles over at you, as he puts his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
"happy birthday, princess." He smiles, his voice husky and deep. you sense there is something off with his smile, like he has something planned. with one arm, he scoops you up and pulls you ontop of him, so you're straddling him as he leans back against the headboard, one hand behind his head.
within just a matter of minutes, all that can be heard coming from your room is the sounds of kissing, moaning, and grunting. ghost holds a firm grip on your thighs as he holds them up, giving him the freedom to work his tongue inbetween your legs.
"Baby I'm already close- please-" You'd let out a loud moan as your legs were set against his shoulders and your hands were tangled in his hair.
Ghost smirks, his grey eyes shining with a mix of desire and amusement as he looks up at you, his tongue still teasing and flicking against your sensitive folds.
"Close already, darling? You're always so eager." He chuckles darkly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "But don't worry, I'm not done with you yet. I want to taste every inch of you before I give you your birthday present."
With that, he continues to expertly work his tongue, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, driving you closer to the edge. His hands grip your thighs tighter, his veiny fingers digging into your soft flesh as he maintains his dominant hold on you.
"SIMON!" You'd moan out his name as you came against his tongue, your head spinning as you gripped his hair tightly.
Ghost smirks against your sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of your release on his tongue. He continues to lap at your core, prolonging your pleasure as he holds you tightly in place.
"You taste so fucking good, princess," he growls, his voice husky and filled with satisfaction. "But don't think I'm done with you yet. I have something special planned for your birthday."
With one swift motion, Ghost flips you over onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as he positions himself at your entrance.
"Get ready, sweetheart," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, just like you deserve."
Without any further warning, Ghost thrusts into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. His pace is relentless, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. He revels in the sounds of your moans and the feel of your walls clenching around him, driving him further into a frenzy.
"FUCKING HELL!~" You'd wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper as you let out a breathless moan, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as your jaw was wide open.
Ghost smirks, relishing in the sight and sound of your pleasure. He maintains his dominant hold on you, gripping your hips tightly as he continues to thrust into you with unyielding force. Each movement is filled with power and determination, his muscles flexing as he takes control.
"That's it, baby," he grunts, his voice rough and filled with raw desire. "Take all of me. Show me how much you fucking want it."
He matches your intensity, driving himself deeper and harder into you, his pace unforgiving. His eyes lock with yours, a mix of dominance and adoration shining in their depths.
"You're mine, princess," he growls, his voice possessive. "And I'm going to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."
As the pleasure builds within both of you, Ghost's movements become more urgent, his thrusts becoming almost punishing. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
"Come for me, my dirty little whore," he hisses, his voice dripping with lust. "Let me feel you tighten around me, let me hear you scream."
With one final thrust, Ghost pushes you over the edge, his own release following shortly after. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin as you both ride out the waves of pleasure.
Afterward, Ghost pulls you into his arms, holding you close as you both catch your breath. His touch is gentle now, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back.
"Happy birthday, darling," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "I hope I made it a night to remember."
"I love you."
