A Little Bit Of Everyone [18+]

10. Please Darlin. (Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley)

Submissive Simon (as much as I could make him, not used to writing submissive men, I'll be sure to try and write a few more to have the experience.)

Shout-out to choke_me-daddy for the inspiration✨️.

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Movement-Hozier

"Use me." Simon's voice rasped as he knelt in front of her. He had came back from a particularly hard mission where he had seen a couple die intertwined, with a soft smile on their face as casuality. His mind raced, as he shot a guy from his stance in the doorway.

Would that be him and Jaylene? Would their love be the downfall of them both?

"Simon-"

"Please Darlin, I'm yours. Let it be known." He pulled off his balaclava, his unruly dark brown hair tousled. He wanted her to know how she affected him. How she made him feel. He didn't want another moment to pass with him feeling this way.

"Alright," left her lips shakily. She was nervous, she had never seen him this distraught as he burst into her office, he couldn't keep his hands off her as he pulled off his gear before cupping her cheeks.

"Si," barely left her lips before he pressed his onto hers again. "Just let me hav' this Darlin', please." His hands moved from her cheeks to her waist, pulling her firmly to him. "Fuck Sweetheart, I missed y' so much."

"I missed you more Simon." She mumbled, as he kissed up her neck. "Use me, please. Have me any way y' need to."

She could see it in his eyes that he needed to feel loved and useful, that something shook him up on this mission. She wanted to drown her man in so much love and affection, he'd forget about it. Even if it was for the time being.

"Go sit on the couch," she said softly and she watched as he got up and swallowed harshly, and moved to sit on the couch.

She steeled her back and took a deep breath, he was always there for her to fall back on, to make sure nothing was ever too much for her to carry. He would take every pain, every feeling of negativity and replace it with love, with reassurance.

And she would do the same for him.

She walked over to him, before kneeling in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. He swallowed once more, watching his pretty little thing on her knees for him.

He didn't feel worthy of her, but he was sure as fuck that no-one else would ever get to see her like this.

Jaylene unbuckled his pants, palming him over his boxers and Simon let out a soft sound, and she blushed. "Please Darlin," he rasped, his eyes closed.

"You're such a pretty boy Si," she smiled before pulling his boxers down, watching as his cock sprung up. "Tha- Thank y' Dovey." He whimpered, as she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping slowly.

"That's it, just feel Si, I'm here to catch you." Her voice was so soothing to his ears and he nodded, the words wouldn't even leave his throat.

"Such a good boy fo' me, aren't ye Simon?" Her Scottish accent slipped and she licked up his shaft and he moaned so softly. Her Scottish accent had always done something to him.

"I- I am Dovey, 'M y' good boy." Simon felt as if he was on cloud nine as she wrapped her lips around him, sliding him to the back of her throat and swallowing.

"God Darlin, y' so good t' me." His accent was getting harder to understand as he got more and more turned on. She nodded, hollowing her cheeks as she continued to deep-throat him and put his hands in her hair.