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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭

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you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.

rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.

“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.

“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.

“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.

“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”

“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”

“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.

“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.

“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.

both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.

“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.

it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.

“fu-fuck you,”

“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.

“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.