Simon 'Ghost' Riley oneshots

Not Allowed.

SMUT

VERY LONG

Large age gap

Virginity taking 

Female reader, but in third person

So basically, Konig is your father and Ghost is his best friend, who you have dreams about, and you're basically in love with him. 

IN THIS SIMON AND KONIG ARE BOTH RETIRED FROM THE MILITARY AND ARE NOT ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first dream idea credits: @Satanis_gay I hope I can make your idea a reality :3

You climb into bed after a long day, your father had his friend, Simon "Ghost" Riley, over and you all drank. God were you thankful you still lived with your dad as a 20-year-old. Easy way to get beer, right? 

One problem though. 

You were in love with Simon, your father's best friend, who was more than double your age, aging at 48 years old. 

You lay back in your bed, the bed slightly creaking at the weight being put on the springs. You sigh, plugging in your phone and putting it down on the nightstand. 

Sleep was quick to fall over you, the alcohol kicking in. 

You get up from the bed, moonlight pouring into your room through the window. You quietly open the door, and you see Simon sitting on the couch alone, watching TV. What was he doing here? Did he get that drunk that he couldn't drive? No, he'd drive anyways. You brush it off and you go to the kitchen getting a glass of water, pushing it down your throat, drinking the whole glass. You place the glass on the counter, and you make your way to the couch where Simon was. 

"Hello, Little One." Simon says, watching as you sat down, his gaze lingering on your body a moment too long. 

"Hey, what are you still doing here this late?" You ask, crossing your legs. 

"I'm here for you, I figured you'd wake up in the middle of the night." 

You chuckle.

"Oh really?" You ask, "Why would you stay though?" 

"I see the way you look at me, Little One. That longing, desperate look in your eyes is hard to miss. I've seen that look many times." he says, his voice lowering. 

You feel a slight blush creeping on to your cheeks. 

"I-I have no clue what you're talking about. You are over double my age, why would I ever look at you that way." You stutter.

"I'm not sure, you should have that answer, I should be asking you that." He smirks, "I've heard you moaning my name, thinking I couldn't hear you over that music you played. The though of me makes you wet, right sweetheart? The thought of my fingers running all over your body makes that pussy drenched, doesn't it?" His fingers lightly start to trace up your arm.

His touch sends a shiver up your spine.

He lets out a low chuckle, "Look at you, shivering at my touch, that look in your eye. You want me, yes? You want me to touch you. You want my cock, don't you, love?"