Simon 'Ghost' Riley oneshots

Motivation

Masc.  reader

Fluff/little bit of smut?

Short chapter, sorry 

The past few weeks have been relentless, filled with back-to-back missions and only a day or two of rest in between, leaving little time to spend with my boyfriend, Simon. Once we became a couple, they ceased pairing us for missions unless it was absolutely necessary. We despised the separation. Thus, on the rare occasions we both had time off, we devoted it entirely to each other.

At last, we were assigned a mission together, which meant we had to undergo debriefing—a challenging process.

I took a seat next to Ghost at the table while Captain Price, with a smile, opened the file in front of us.

"Alright, let's get this briefing over with so you all can get some rest," Captain Price began, proceeding to discuss the mission's outcome and his thoughts on our timing.

I sat there, absorbing his words, waiting to return home and be with Simon.

That's when...

Simon placed his hand on my thigh. It wasn't entirely unexpected, yet it caught me off guard. I glanced at him; he was staring intently at Price, but his thumb began to caress my thigh, gripping it in a protective manner.

His gesture made me smile, a reaction I quickly suppressed before turning my attention back to Price.

... 

The briefing seemed to last forever, and I could only feel Simon getting more and more needy. His grip on my thigh got tighter, his hand moving higher on my thigh. 

Price continued to talk as Simon's hand only got higher, closer to the only growing erection in my jeans. 

I shift a bit in my seat, and I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. 

He knew what he was doing to me, and I knew he would only continue. 

He moves his hands higher, just hardly touching my aching cock. I felt the zipper of my jeans hitting my cock. 

I try to stifle the blush forming on my cheeks. 

He only continued. His hand moved to the tent in my jeans, palming my cock over my jeans.

A shock of pleasure waves through my body, and I'm forced to cover a moan with a cough. 

Simon took it a step further, increasing the pressure he implied on my cock, which only continued to get harder at every passing moment. He slowly moved his hand, rubbing my cock through my pants, which forces me to bite the inside of my cheek to make sure I don't make any sounds. I see no one is looking over at us, everyone focused on Price. 

Simon pushes a bit harder for a split second and my eyes roll back in my head. 

He smirks and takes his hand off my cock, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair, winking at me before moving his gaze back to Price. 

The pleasure I once felt slowly dissipated, which made my body relax. 

I only knew I would get a lot better later tonight in bed, which I could not wait for.