Simon 'Ghost' Riley oneshots

Motivation Part 2

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SMUT 

WARNING: Bondage, knife play. BLOOD WILL BE MENTIONED!!!!!!!!

Before I was even able to take my shoes off when we got back to our room, Simon was pinning me to the wall, kissing me harshly, his hands roaming my body. 

I giggle as I kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I could feel just how hard he was, His cock on my lower belly, due to how tall he was compared to me. I feel his teeth nipping at my bottom lip, a low growl roaring from his throat as he held me tighter against his body, which caused me to moan, my jeans feeling tighter already. 

His kisses begin to trail to my jawline, "Mine." He growls between kisses. 

I smile, allowing my head to lean back against the wall so he could have better access to my neck, his lips trailing down. 

"Fuck... you make me so fucking hard, baby..." He mumbles.

This makes me chuckle; I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. 

"Do want you want, Love, I'm yours." I reply, looking at him. 

He looks up at me, a smile forming on his face, "whatever?" 

I nod, and as my mouth opened to respond he was throwing me back on the bed, removing his belt from his jeans and he wraps it around my wrists, pinning them above my head. He pulled on the belt, making it tight enough I could not free myself, but not too tight to hurt. 

He smiles, towering over me. 

"I want to be engraved on your skin..." his voice low, and husky as he pulled out his pocketknife. 

The pocketknife was a slick, matte black color. It was super fancy; it almost looks like a bat when folded up. 

He flicked his wrist, and the black knife flips open, the knife looked sharp. 

I smile, knowing what he wanted. "Of course." I reply. 

I knew his intentions. he was literally going to engrave his name on my body, where did not matter to me. 

He smirked when I gave him permission to use the knife on me. He leans over top of me, pulling off my jeans and boxers before quite literally tearing off my shirt. I feel the warm air of his breath on my chest as he trails his hand, without the pocketknife, up my thigh. He was smiling. 

"So pretty, baby... Your heart is mine." he growls, "mine." 

This causes me to moan, his voice alone could make me cum if he continued. 

His hand moves to my cock, slowly starting to stroke it. 

This causes a moan to erupt from my throat, my back arching a bit into his touch. 

He chuckles, "stay still baby," he starts, "I'm marking you for good, my love." 

I open my eyes to look at him, his free hand on the knife and I feel the cool metal against my bare chest. I moan as his hand stroking my cock quickens its pace. 

"You make such pretty sounds." He says, dragging the blade starting to write an S on my chest. I could feel the knife cutting my skin, it was incredibly pleasuring. I feel his hand stroking my dick, I did my best not to move as the pleasure started to build in my lower belly, mu cock started to twitch in his hand. 

I look down to see how he was doing, and he wasn't cutting my skin deep enough to need stitches but enough to leave scars. 

His hand leaves my cock as he finishes cutting a letter R into my skin. 

A whimper leaves my mouth, the building orgasm dissipates. 

He throws the knife to the side, literally, and he slowly slips his cock into my asshole, his other hand stroking my cock. The moment I feel his cock in my ass I moan, my back arching into him. 

He leans down to lick the blood beading at his initials on my chest as he thrusts into me. 

He licks the blood from my chest, his saliva hot, but it was also burning, the pleasure building in my lower belly as his thrusts quicken, his throat erupting with moans as he pulls me closer. 

"That's it..." I praise, "feels amazing." 

He groans at the praise. 

"Keep going Simon, I'm so close..." I groan. 

He speeds up, and I can hear him whimper. 

"Good boy," I praise again, and he buries his face in my neck, kissing it as we both ride out our high. 

I feel his hot seed fill me up as I started to cum on his chest, moaning at the feeling of him against me.

He slowly pulls out of me and kisses me softly before reaching over to the nightstand and grabs the tissues and cleans us both up, and carefully takes his belt off of my wrists and makes sure to kiss them before laying them at my sides. 

He then gets up and goes to the bathroom and get some bandages for the cuts on my chest and he cleans them and carefully bandages them up. 

"Feel okay, it's probably a bit sore now, but it will be okay." He murmurs as he lays down next to me, laying his head on my chest. 

I smile and I wrap my arms around him, and I kiss the top of his head as he cuddles into me. 

He smiles and buries his head into my neck. 

I chuckle, "Comfy, Love?" I ask him, gently rubbing his back. 

He nods, "I missed this, we never get to do this anymore." 

"I know, I missed it too. We will eventually get a break from all the missions, and time apart. If it doesn't come fast enough, we can beg for time off. And you're really good at begging for what you want." I tease. 

I feel his face get hot in my neck. "Shhhhh!" He huffs out. 

I giggle gently, "No, I don't think I will." 

That night was full of giggling, and storytelling from the missions we had gone on, and random things like that. I forgot how nice it was to just relax with Simon, how soft his skin was, and just how nice it was to just relax, and not worry about being killed on the battlefield.