[smut warning]
since it was halfway through november, everyone around base started decorating for christmas and getting everything all Christmassy. those things included; putting wreaths on every door, tinsel around every wall, bows and ornaments on every framed photo on the wall, christmas scented candles with ridiculous names like "Santa's cookies" or, "christmas tree pine" which made base smell lovely. you decorated a bit of you and ghosts room aswell, adding a mini christmas tree on your nightstand. you ordered it off of amazon a little while back and were excited to set it up. you opened the box it came in, and saw packets at the bottom. you picked one up, and saw that inside that bag was little christmas tree lights. seeing the other packets, you realized they were all mini decorations. you opened the lights, and wrapped them around the tree. placing all the other decorations on the tree, you became proud of yourself. you plugged it in, and it lit up.
ghost walked in the room, and saw the tree. "oh, hello Y/N. what's that?" he asked, curiously. "it's a mini christmas tree! i bought it a little while ago, i just finished setting it up," you expressed proudly, staring at him with a smile. "wow, well- it looks beautiful, you did a good job, mate." you blushed when he said that. "i did?" you wanted to hear it again. "oh, yeah, you did such a good job. i'm proud of you." he repeated.
fuck.
"t-thanks, Simon." he patted your shoulder, making eye contact for a second then turning around to go take a shower. you watched him walk into the bathroom. flopping down, and staring at the ceiling covering your mouth. those words he said. they ran through your mind like an athlete. 'good job' 'i'm proud of you' good Jesus. it rung inside of your head like tinnitus. you thought about other things, him calling you those names while doing bad things to you. telling you that you're doing a good job while he slides his hand up your shirt, and kisses your neck. telling you he's proud of you while he pins you down and chokes you until you cry. you stopped yourself. 'no. i can't be thinking like this, he's just a friend,' you got up, and decided to change into something more comfortable. you were wearing a black tank-top and white baggy sweatpants. you took off your shirt and threw it in the laundry hamper near-by. pulling open a drawer in your vanity, you took out a blue fuzzy christmas sweater with a snowman design on the front. the sleeves were cuffed and white, along with the collar. it was a turtleneck sweater, and usually you don't like those because of your sensory issues, but this one was comfy and didn't itch or bother your neck.
you slipped it on, and smiled at yourself in the reflection. you felt very masculine. looking back at the christmas tree, you reminded yourself of what had happened a couple minutes ago. it made you blush, but you brushed it off again. you walked out of the quarter and walked into the kitchen, smelling cinnamon and chocolate. "goodness, what smells so good?" you asked. captain price was standing in the kitchen, washing dishes. "oh, i made everyone hot cocoa, Y/N." he explained. you gasped and smiled widely. "woah- really? thank you!" you exclaimed, rushing to get a mug. you picked it up, and it looked like heaven, smelled like it too. a red and white christmas mug with whipped cream on top, a chocolate pocky stick stuck inside of it with cinnamon and mini marshmallows on-top of it. you took a sip, and fell in love. you thanked him again, and went to sit on the couch in the living room.
once you sat down, you covered yourself in a warm blanket and watched the fire crackle in-front of you while getting sleepy. it seemed that only five minutes had gone by, but you were awoken by a slight tap on your shoulder. "mate, you fall asleep?" you heard his deep voice say. "Simon?" you asked confused. "yeah, you fell asleep for a couple hours boy." "I-i did? Jesus, what time is it?" "its 12:30am, Y/N. you wanna come to bed?" he asked politely. you nodded, and he came around to sit beside you. you and him locked eyes. "want me to carry you to bed? or, should we stay here for a little bit?" you smiled. "stay here for a little, then can you carry me?" he chuckled. "sure, boy." he wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you in close holding your other hand. you pulled a blanket over the two of you, and laid your head down on his chest. you got cozy, and he caressed your hair. his hand was so big compared to yours, his palm was about the size of your whole face. his pinky finger was the size of your middle finger. you felt his thumb caress your index and you blushed, giggling a little. "am i comfy, mate?" he asked. you just nodded, and continued to rest on his chest.
you both continued to cuddle, and after around 30 minutes, he tapped your shoulder. "do you want to go back to the room, boy?" "mhm.." he tucked his arm underneath your waist, and you blushed. you placed your hand on his chest and he carried you bridal style. you were blushing the whole time he carried you. you mumbled into his chest, and smelt him. he smelled so hot, like whiskey and cologne. "what're you doing, mate?" he asked, stopping in his tracks and looking down at you. "n-nothing.." you whispered, a little embarrassed. he chuckled a little. once he got to the bedroom he opened the doorknob and laid you down on the bed, tucking a blanket halfway over you, before hesitating, and asking you a question. "do you uh.. wanna keep cuddling?" you were a little taken back by this, yet nodded and smiled, sitting up. he leaned over you and pulled the blanket over your arms. you made eye contact, your faces were only 3 inches apart. you could feel his breath. making an impulsive decision, you bit your lip and placed your hand on his arm. "Y/N.." he whispered. you tilted your head. "i want you.." he said. your eyes widened. he pinned your arms down to the bed, and towered over you. your heart was pounding like crazy, he made you crazy.
"g-ghost.. what are you doing?" you asked, giggling. "Simon. call me Simon." you nodded. you slipped your smaller hands under his shirt, and felt his toned abs. pulling up his shirt and pulling it off of him, his mask accidentally folds up a little bit. he has stubble, and a very sexy lip piercing. he pulled it back down and looked at you dead in the eyes before sliding his hand down your arm and to your waist, yanking up your shirt and pulling it off. you stared at his sweaty chest, his bronze tanned chest. he was so arousing it made you nuts. pushing both of you up with a quick thrust, you were straddling his lap and wrapping both of your arms around his neck, sliding them down to cup both sides of his neck. you undid his belt and pulled his pants to his ankles, getting off his lap and getting on your knees. you placed your hand on his massive clothed shaft and rubbed it as his tent formed and the fabric was almost vacuum sealed to it. he threw his head back and groaned. "fuckkk, Y/N... such a good boy~" you bit your lip and felt your pussy throb, you wanted him so bad it was wild. you slipped your finger underneath the strap of his boxers, yanking them down.
holy shit.
he was so big, dangerously big. he chuckled at your reaction, your mouth agape and your eyes widened. you wrapped your hands around it. 3 inches wide. nine inches of pure power. you looked up at him for approval, and he nodded. you hesitantly slipped your lips over his cock, and moaned at the sensation. he moaned aswell, grabbing your hair. you went down farther, around 3 inches deep on him. you were already feeling yourself gagging, yet kept going. you curled your toes as not to gag, and you were halfway down. 5 inches in. at this point you could bob your head and swirl your tongue on him. he gripped your hair tighter, and pushed you down. you moaned and saliva flooded his cock. you could feel it twitch inside you, he whimpered everytime it did. he was close. you placed your middle and ring finger on your barely clothed clit. you were just in boxers, and they were absolutely soaking. you rubbed it back and forth while sucking on him, feeling so dizzy. you were so close, you could feel yourself about to cum. he moaned, and gripped tight, and you felt his hot semen sticking all over your mouth and your throat. you giggled and swallowed, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. you had pleased yourself, and pleased him at the same time. he patted your head and looked down at you. "such a good boy for me." he said, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and wiping off his dick, along with your face.
"you wanna sleep in my clothes tonight love?" he asked, sweetly. you blushed. "yeah, i do," he gave you a warm sweater and a pair of clean boxers, and they smelt exactly like him. you got in them, and once you finished changing he walked back into the room with two cups of prices hot chocolate in hand, placing them on the nightstand. he laid down and tucked under the blankets, you did the same cuddling up close to him. he stroked your hair, holding your hand. you slowly drifted off to sleep, his scent in your nose and the sight of the glowing christmas tree you set up earlier made you proud.
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