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black-hole13 · 2 years ago

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this man has the most massive chokehold on me :) imagine being head over heels for him and someone tells him about your crush so he decides to fuck you while you’re in a tiny room and everyone can hear you <3

if you're under 16 pls dni! thank you :)

word count: 2.1k

tws: unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), cumming inside, he shoves his fingers in readers mouth at some point, mild glove kink, reader with a vagina who yes, gets called a good girl

over time, you’d come to enjoy the company of ghost. at first he scared you so much, but he has such a kind personality and hides it behind his large figure.

you’d learned after a while that his harsh exterior was due to his past, making him rough around the edges. despite this, he still showed how good he was in his actions.

it didn’t take long for you to harbor feelings for him, especially with the amount of mystery he held. you wanted him to open up to you, to tell you how he really feels and who he really is inside.

but instead, the majority of your interactions come while on missions. you offer help and he offers you some, but otherwise you feel like he tries avoiding you.

when you’re on base, the most you see of him is during training. if not there, while he’s hanging out with soap and price along with his other friends.

that’s why you decided to befriend soap in the first place. he was one of the few members who tried making you feel truly welcome, and after you saw that the two were close you craved a bond with him.

he was more observant than you thought, and still is. you would always stare at his good friend and you thought you were good at hiding it. until one day he snapped his fingers in your face with a smug look on his face.

“you have a crush on ghost, don’t you?” he’d asked you quite loudly.

he promised you that he wouldn’t tell anyone but that was supposedly a lie. it started with gaz making small quips while you were training, and then price would wiggle his eyebrows at you when ghost would be nearby.

which then, in turn, led to him finding out. obviously he would, everyone would go quiet whenever the two of you were in the same room together. that’s when he asked soap, who cracked and told him everything.

you had been in the room when this happened, embarrassment causing you to drop what you were doing and leave quickly. you’d never wanted him to find out, especially in this manner.

and now you’re locked away in your room, practically panicking instead of reading the book you’d decided to pick up.

he definitely hates me, you’re thinking to yourself, throwing the hardcover book down onto your wooden desk. it lands with a loud thud, and you sigh heavily.

there’s a loud knock on your door which makes you more flustered. “go away.” you say sternly, taking a seat on your small bed. the knocks keep coming, which makes you irritated.

“i said go away!” you shout, walking up to the door and slamming it open. your cheeks turn hot when you notice who it is. of course it’d be him.

he looks down at you through his mask, eyebrows clearly raised. “that’s not a warm welcome.” he sounds just as annoyed as you, arms crossed as he stands so far above your height.

you walk away from the door and sit down on the edge of your bed. “what do you want?” you ask quietly, refusing to look at him as he walks in and shuts the door behind himself.

as he gets ready to speak, both of your radios go off at the same time. “alright, everyone, we need to head out now. we need to get there just before dark, so move quickly.” price’s voice speaks, making your eyes roll.

of course you’d have to wait until later, not that you’re really complaining.

you’re definitely complaining now. hours after the mission started, price has announced that you’ll have to stay on a remote base for the next few days in order to ensure that every obstacle is overcome.

the base is small as fuck. all of the rooms are so small that everyone has to share, with at least three to a room. soap’s brilliant idea was that he wants to share a room with you and ghost!

you had no time to protest his stupid idea either, so now you’re stuck trying to sleep early with these horribly thin walls. you can hear everyone else in the main kitchen area, since your room is right nextdoor to the eating and living quarters.

you’re facing the wall in the dark, trying to act like you’re asleep when the door opens and shuts quietly. when the light turns on, you sigh and flip around to see ghost looking at you already.

you opt to just turn away again, but you hear his heavy footsteps approach your bed. one of his gloved hands reaches out and grips onto your arm, making you tense up from the unexpected gesture.

you turn, sitting up and looking at him without a word. he decides to sit down beside you, and even with him sitting down he still seemingly towers over you.

“we need to talk.” he says, and you shake your head tiredly. you really don’t want to, especially during a time like this. but he grabs onto your arm once more and you find yourself looking into his eyes once more.

he squeezes your arm for a moment, “soap… well, you know what he said to me. i just think i’m a little too old for you, okay?” he says very softly, and you feel even more embarrassed than earlier.

his words make you roll your eyes. “sure. i don’t care.” you say in an annoyed tone, eye falling down to your lap as you sigh. he moves his hand to your chin and lifts your head up.

“no need for that, kid. i just don’t want to take advantage of you.” you don’t want to react in anger, but his words make no sense to you. you’re a grown adult, he wouldn’t be taking advantage of you at all.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean? i’m grown. i know what i want. and what i want is you.” you snap, eyebrows furrowed as you snatch his hand away from your face.

it’s abrupt, the way his hands reach out for your wrists and slam them against the wall. the sound of everyone else in the kitchen falters for a moment, before picking up just a few moments later.

your cheeks feel as if they’re on fire as he leans in towards you, your nose brushing against his (even though it’s clothed). “maybe i just don’t think you can handle me.” his voice sounds sensual as your breathing picks up.

“i-i think i could handle you just fine.” you say, stuttering just the smallest amount. he’s only spoken to you and you’re 100% certain that your panties have soaked through.

he pushes your body with his own, shoving you down beneath him as he stares down at you. “you’re shaking and i’ve hardly done a thing.” he says, a hand slowly moving down your body and causing goosebumps to erupt.

you swallow hard as you look at him, feeling his gloved hand cup your clothed pussy. his stare doesn’t falter for a moment as he pushes your shorts and panties to the side, a finger running up and down your folds.

now you feel yourself shaking, anticipation making your wetness double in seconds. he hums as he removes his finger, looking at how wet it is and raising his eyebrows towards you.

“this wet already?” he’s teasing you, and you decide that you can do the same thing back. but as you force your hand from his control and make your way towards his pants, he smacks your hand away.

“no. if anything, you’re going to suck it.” he says to you, moving away from your figure and pushing his pants down the slightest. your eyes are wide as you look at his cock, not expecting him to be that large.

you’re not sure how well it’ll go, but you find yourself licking the sensitive tip and practically shoving his dick down your throat as you pleasure him.

your eyes lock with his as you move, and he grips onto your hair and pulls on it for a moment before letting his fingers relax. the only sounds in the room are his heavy breathing and the sound of your mouth on his dick, making you feel like you’re in a dream.

you keep moving your head, your tongue running up and down the length and letting your teeth scrape against it the smallest amount. after a few minutes, he’s sucking in a deep breath and pulling your head off quickly.

you look up at him curiously, noticing that his cock is twitching against his abdomen. “sorry, pretty. not just yet.” he says, watching closely as you lift yourself up and sit on his lap.

you can feel the heat of his dick against you, throbbing and rubbing just enough to stimulate the both of you. “please.” you whisper, grinding against him.

he grips onto your hips, “please what?” he asks as he pushes your body down to make more friction. you feel like you could cum just from these movements, helplessly grinding and letting out small moans.

“fuck me..” you say shyly, and he decides to stop holding back after that. he can’t do it anymore, not when you act so innocent and stupid.

he lifts you up and pushes your body into the tiny mattress, towering over you as he forces your shorts and panties off. he stares at you intensely as you stare longingly, eyes lidded.

he grabs onto his cock and rubs it up and down your folds, allowing the tip to rub especially into your clit. it feels so good that you’re rolling your eyes back, bucking your hips and trying to get him to put it in already.

“so wet…” he mutters, accent thick with desire as he finally pushes the tip in. you let out a breathy moan as it slowly moves in. you feel so stretched out and it’s painfully pleasurable.

once he bottoms out you notice the pressure of his cock against your cervix, before he’s pushing back out and smashing back in again.

once he moves, it’s slow and you’re biting your lip roughly. “be sure to stay quiet.” he says, moving faster and causing the metal frame of the bed to creak the slightest amount.

his hands are touching you everywhere as his pace becomes more rough, randomly grabbing at your tits and managing to twist your nipples the slightest amount. you decide to place a hand over your mouth, but it’s not enough to keep quiet.

he realizes that too, your moans have caused the kitchen to quiet down significantly. but all it does is stir him on in the moment, hips making slapping sounds from the force.

in order to quiet you down he improvises, moving your hand out of the way and putting two of his gloved fingers into your mouth. “suck.” he orders, and you obey him immediately.

you feel your orgasm building up, and once his other hand starts stimulating your clit your eyes roll back and you feel your body twitching and spasming. after he keeps moving, you tip over the edge.

your toes curl and you moan loudly against his fingers, gasping and feeling your pussy clench and squelch against his cock. he starts moving rougher and more intensely, the bed making much louder noises and banging off of the wall slightly.

he makes small grunting sounds, finally reaching his high as he leans down slightly against you. you want so badly to kiss him, but his fingers in your mouth is close enough to that feeling for the time being.

his cum fills your walls up, his hips stuttering against you before he slides out and breathes heavily. “mmm, good girl.” he says to you, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them against the bunched fabric of his pants.

“are ya done in there?” you can hear soap ask from behind the door, feeling yourself flush as you look at the older man in front of you. his eyes look at you and he rubs your cheek with his hand, before he pulls his pants up and helps you get as presentable as possible.

you can feel his cum leaking out of you and into your panties, but it just makes you want more of him. that’ll have to wait though, especially since you know how loud you were.

soap eventually comes into the room, and that’s when you know you’re in for an interesting night with the two men. you’ll never hear the end of this, but maybe if ghost gets angry enough you will for at least tonight.

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black-hole13 · 2 years ago

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mild enemies to lovers and a there’s only one bed here trope. with ghost. those are my only thoughts. (also, i apologize for not posting. i’ve been going through a lot :/)

word count: 2.7k

minors dni, thank you

fem reader, and all of my other usual tws.

the wind whistles loudly in your ears, a heavy snowstorm having blocked off your vision. it’s freezing, boots and heavy coat only able to provide a minimum amount of comfort as you travel through the deep snow.

you can hardly see. not only that, but the snow makes every single tree and pile around you look the same as the last. you’re not sure how long you’ve been traveling for, having been separated from your team.

hope begins to bubble up in your stomach when you notice a small shack in the midst of darkened trees, no lights present and a seemingly better shelter than the outside.

your footsteps feel heavy as you approach it, a certain level of anxiety making you rethink the choice for just a moment. but it’s unlikely that anyone would’ve found this, even after hours of walking outside it still seems abandoned.

your radio had been lost long ago, falling out of your hands and being lost in the midst of piles of snow. you wanted so badly to call out for someone, anyone to keep you company as you pull the door open.

it seems empty at first. until your body is thrown onto the ground with a harsh thud and you groan out in pain. there’s a knife held to your neck as you lock eyes with- your lieutenant?

you’re confused now, noticing the way he grunts and moves away from you. eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you close the door behind you, noticing the smallest fire ever surrounded by spare stones.

you didn’t realize that anyone else was separated from the group, noting the way he faces away from you and opts to pretend as if you’re not there. you’ve almost forgotten that you’re not on good terms with the lieutenant, who seemingly hates you.

you butt heads often, both hardheaded people who won’t back down. eventually the arguments became too much for captain price, who you recall threatening to discharge both of you if you keep it up.

it had been a few weeks since your last interaction, a small argument that’d resulted in your mission failing. to say you’d been reprimanded was an understatement, ghost was furious with you.

that was when he began to ignore you, not that you minded. now, though, it’s hard to ignore him when you notice the heavy breaths escaping his lips and the way he keeps a steady grip on his side.

your eyebrows raise, suddenly becoming aware of the blood that has spilled onto the floor in small areas. your eyes fall onto the small medical supplies left on a bloody piece of fabric, seemingly unused.

“you got hurt?” your voice comes out softer than you’d anticipated, hearing him grunt out a ‘yes’ as he sits with his back against one of the walls of the shack.

he lifts his gloved hand from the wound, and you see that there’s a bullet wound on the right side of his waist. you quickly approach him and sit down in front of him, pulling out your medical supplies.

when you pull out the proper materials, you give him a look. “wanna lift your shirt?” you ask, hearing him huff in an annoyed manner.

he hesitantly listens to you, untucking his shirt and lifting it up to reveal the wound. you wince when you look at it, noticing that the bullet is still in his skin. you grab onto the tweezers from your medical pack, leaning down and watching closely as you try to gently take the bullet out.

he groans out quietly as you pick the pieces out, noticing the bleeding begin to pick up. you turn to your right and grasp onto a piece of gauze, looking up at him.

“this is going to hurt.”

he nods, watching as you stuff the wound with some of the gauze. he winces, fingers digging into the wooden frames at the bottom of the wall behind him.

you continue cleaning and bandaging the wound, eventually being finished. looking up, you notice his eyes already looking at you. you look away and decide to stand up and stretch out a little.

after yawning, you look down at him. “you need to get some rest. i can watch out tonight.” you say, watching him shake his head.

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s only one bed here. you can take it.”

you look over towards where his finger points, immediately becoming flustered. there is only one bed. and it’s small. you’re not sure how either of you will get rest with the circumstances.

you try to think about how the night can go, cheeks heating up at the thought of sharing a bed with him. “w-we could potentially share a bed. it could be an efficient way for us to keep warm. you’ve lost a lot of blood so your temperature regulation isn’t going to work properly.”

you know he’s likely to say no, watching the way that his eyes look between you and the bed several times. but to your unsuspecting self’s surprise, he begins nodding his head.

you nod back at him, looking to the tiny fire that seems to be slowly going out. “did you eat anything?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound like you care all that much.

he shakes his head, and you take off the bag that had been placed on your shoulders. you know he was probably too busy concerned with his wound to think about food, but luckily you’ve got just enough rations for the two of you.

after you’ve eaten, the fire is almost out and ghost is adding whatever he can to keep it going. but you’re both tired, and soon enough that small fire isn’t going to suffice.

that’s when you both begin to take off the bulk of your gear, setting it down close to the bed in case you need to leave in a hurry. you notice the way he decides to keep a knife and his pistol ready, appreciating the small gesture.

neither of you speak as you both climb into the small bed, eyes slamming shut at the feeling of his body pressed against yours. you decide to try your best to ignore the way that your heart rate picks up and the way you feel flushed.

“you’re stiff.”

his voice is right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. fuck, he’s hot. you try to relax, but jump when his arm softly lays around your waist. it’s even harder when he pushes up against you more, his body mildly shaking from the cold.

you inhale sharply. “i’m trying to relax, i’m just having some trouble.” your words are shaky as you speak, biting down on your lip when his hips bump into your ass a little.

after a few minutes, you are able to calm yourself. but his body hasn’t stopped shaking, and you can feel it intensely. he’s freezing and you can’t really do much about it other than hope that your body can warm him up even a tiny bit.

“are you asleep?” you ask in a whisper, feeling dumb for asking. he obviously isn’t with the way his body is shaking.

“nope.”

you decide to turn your body so you’re facing him, becoming flustered with the close proximity. his eyes look into yours as you slowly move your hands onto his body, feeling him back away for a moment before leaning back in.

your hands rub against his coat, hoping to warm him up even a little bit. for a few minutes, his breath is all you can hear as your hands roam across his chest to try to help him.

there isn’t much more you can do though, especially once his hands grip onto yours to stop your movements. when you look up at him, that’s when you see the look in his eyes.

you’re not good at reading him, but you can clearly see when lust fills someone’s features. his eyes are lidded, filled with emotion you’ve never seen him direct towards a single soul.

you wish his mask was off, wanting so badly to know what’s underneath. you want to kiss him until you pass out, but you’ve never accepted that until now. the thought flusters you even more, looking down at where his hands grip your own.

he lets go of you, opting to use his hand to raise your chin up. “close your eyes for me.” he’s barely speaking as he says that, and you can feel his hot breath escape through the fabric of his mask.

your eyes flutter shut, blackness taking over your previous vision. after some brief sounds of fabric being moved around, you feel a featherlight pressure on your lips.

he’s kissing you, you realize. holy fuck. you don’t hesitate for a second to kiss him back, lips moving against his own as your hands find their way to his hair.

you notice that his mask is fully off, opting to keep your eyes closed tightly. there’s no way you could betray his trust now, not when he’s kissing you so good.

it’s almost dizzying the way his lips and tongue devour your mouth, sending a burning desire into your groin. your thighs rub together for a moment as you struggle to feel any sort of friction.

you find your fingers gently tugging on his hair, the force of his movements becoming more aggressive as his hands dig into your waist. one hand slowly slides down your body, reaching your crotch as he slips a hand into your pants and rubs you through your panties.

you moan against his lips, biting down on his lip for a moment. his fingers brush against your clit perfectly, making your hips buck forward and you let out small noises.

despite how small the movements are, you can still feel an orgasm building up in your core as you grind against his hand. it’s almost embarrassing how desperate you are for him.

his lips pull away from yours as his fingers lift out of your pants. you decide that it’s probably best if you move your hands away from his head, hands falling down onto his chest.

you keep your eyes closed but listen to the sound of him pulling his mask back on, feeling disappointed but understanding where he’s coming from.

“you have no idea how badly i’ve been wanting that.”

the sentence makes you feel flushed, face turning hot as your eyes open and you see his staring down at your now swollen lips. you smile the smallest amount as his words really go through your head, not realizing just how much you didn’t hate him.

“i’ve been wanting that and more, for a while now.” you say, noticing the way his eyes meet yours and show everything he hasn’t said. you want him so bad now, fingernails digging into the coat he’s wearing.

neither of you say anything as he lifts your body up with ease, your hips planting on his own as he lays underneath you. your breathing picks up as your hips push against his, feeling a large bulge brush against your aching clit.

his hands grab onto your hips as you grind into him, head leaning back as you let out small moans. your eyes clench shut as you move against him faster, biting your bottom lip hard.

you can’t handle just this anymore after a few minutes, looking back down at him and quickly deciding that you’re going to fuck him now. you want to ride his cock until he fills you up with his cum, until you’ve milked him dry.

“you want this, right?” you ask, noticing the way he nods quickly.

you decide to pull your pants off, needing to lean against him during the process. cool air hits your bottom half immediately, a shiver roaring up your spine.

you decide to let him keep warm by not forcing his pants off completely, unzipping his pants and sliding them down just enough to free his cock. but your eyes are wide when you actually see it, not expecting him to be packing so much.

you slide your panties to the side as you grind against his bare cock, eyes meeting with his as you bite your lip. your pussy starts to drip from the stimulation, and that’s when you decide to carefully sit on his cock.

the stretch of his cock filling you up makes you moan loudly, breathing strained as the tip hits against your cervix. your pussy is burning a little from his size, and you stay still to adjust to it.

you look down at him and notice the way his eyes look over you, falling down to where your bodies meet. his hands dig further into your skin as he stares, before he’s looking back at you.

“go on now, pretty. ride me.”

his voice has you clenching against him as you start to grind against him, his cock slowly sliding in and out and hitting your insides perfectly. the moans you let out are quiet as you pick up the pace, the tiny bed creaking beneath the two of you.

as your hips rock against him, he starts thrusting up into you too. the action makes your mouth fall open, eyes shutting as you move faster. your hands move to his chest, trying to speed up even more as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak.

one of his hands slides down to where you’re connected, slowly circling your clit and pressing down hard. your walls spasm against him, making him groan out quietly.

“fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

his hips slam up into you faster now, the force causing a squelching noise as you feel your orgasm brushing up quickly. once it hits, you loudly call out his name as your body shakes and convulses against his own.

“gonna fill you up.” his voice says in a strained tone, and you look down at him and force his mask up. his movements halter but you smash your lips into his in the moment, his thrusts beginning to speed up more.

at this point, his pace is almost inhuman as he fucks into you with such a force that you’re moaning out against his lips from overstimulation. he bites down on your bottom lip and tugs hard, making you cry out and pull back.

tears begin streaming down your face, so much happening at once to the point where you feel as though you can barely handle it. his cock is slamming against yout cervix repeatedly, sending a sharp pain up your spine that feels so very good in the moment.

“you’re so fucking good.”

you feel his nails break open your skin as you feel his cum fill you up, hips slapping against you as they stutter roughly. his whole body is shaking from the force of his orgasm, the hottest grunts escaping from his mouth.

you breathe in heavily, eyes looking down at his lips in admiration as you lift your hips up and unsheathe his cock from your overstimulated pussy. you notice that his pants are wet from your interaction, quickly tucking his cock away to prevent him from getting too cold.

“i enjoyed that a lot.” you say, moving your panties back into place and feeling his cum ooze out slowly. the thought of his cum inside of you makes you feel needy again as you put your pants back on.

you yawn louder than anticipated, hearing him let out a puff of air. it’s probably the closest thing to a laugh you’ll hear from him. your eyes fall onto his, noticing the way he pulled his mask back down and lays there with his pants still unzipped.

“i’ve been wanting you for a long time, y’know.”

you flush under his gaze when he says those words, deciding to climb into the tiny bed and lay as close to him as you possibly can. his body feels warm now, heart beating quickly as you rest your head on his chest.

his hands find their way in your hair, running through it gently as you feel yourself grow more and more tired. you’re so out of it after fucking him that you can barely think.

“simon… i think i’m in love with you.”

the words leave your mouth just as you fall asleep, completely unaware of the fact that they were said aloud and not just a thought. he hears you, but doesn’t respond.

his response is shown in the morning, when your bodies are clung to one another and curled up together. the cold doesn’t seem so bad after all that has happened anyways.

*****

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black-hole13 · 2 years ago

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ghost never noticed just how much you squirm when he talks until now :)

i apologize for my break but i needed it and i should be back for now! (also this was a requested work!)

word count: 3.3k

tws: blindfolding, voice kink, unprotected sex, reader with a vagina, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, cumming inside

ghost would like to say that he’s an observant person. he kind of has to be with his career, but when it comes to you he feels like it’s impossible to understand anything. you seem so shy around him and he doesn’t know if it’s because he did something wrong or if you’re just shy.

he’s interested in you, to say the least. you’ve been a member in the force for several months now, only speaking to him on occasions where it’s absolutely necessary. it’s certainly different from soap, who doesn’t shut the hell up.

something is definitely off though. it’s the way that you react to him sometimes. most of the time there’s only professionalism, a firm stature that screams confidence and seriousness, but other times…

he just notices the way your body shudders when he’s speaking to you. is it fear? some sort of arousal? he can’t be certain at this point in time, but he has added this observation onto his list of things he wants to learn about you.

tonight you’ll be doing training with soap, and he’s decided that he’d like to join even if it means he’s just standing there doing nothing. he wants to test your reactions to try to understand you better.

you, on the other hand, have no idea about that. you’ve been more focused on trying to get your punches down after dislocating your thumb during a mission a few weeks ago. you almost died because you didn’t punch right, so soap offered to help teach you how to throw them without injuring yourself too bad.

as you’re on your way to the training room, you can overhear soap talking with someone. it intrigues you, how whispered and rushed his words are. so you decide to stop walking to avoid confusing him as you listen in.

“are you sure about joining us? you know, she’s quite shy around you. she might not be able to learn a lot if the man who makes her stutter is around!” his voice sounds frustrated, and you feel your whole body become flushed once you process his words.

so, ghost wants to join in on the training session? that doesn’t make sense, and the worst part of it is that soap somehow noticed that you have a crush on the older man. you avoided him so much, but you figure that’s probably what made it more obvious.

you suck it up and push forward, walking down the hallway and approaching the room. most of the usual training dummies have been put away, mats placed on the floor with only one of the larger dummies placed to the left of the mats.

soap is standing in there by the dummy, ghost standing a few feet away from him with his arms crossed. you won’t back down and shy away today, you’ve decided. you’re truly hoping he doesn’t say a single word though.

soap notices you as soon as you shut the doors, waving you over with a grin on his face. “i decided that you can use the dummy and we can practice using myself as well, i just want to test out the dummy first so we can get your formation down.”

you nod, looking over to ghost to see him staring at you already. “hi, lieutenant.” you say to him, turning back to soap and getting prepared for the training session.

“hello.”

after a little while, you’ve gotten the basics down better than before. your issue was mainly not throwing punches properly, which led to your thumb being in the line of your shots too. soap helps you adjust accordingly, finally landing punches that only affect your knuckles rather than your thumbs.

soap announces that he has to use the restroom and excuses himself, leaving you alone with ghost. you decide to not say anything, opting to focus on punching the dummy in front of you rather than focus on him.

“you’re doing good.” his voice comes from right next to you, startling you and causing you to jump slightly as you look over at him.

“thank you.” you say, looking down at your now seemingly bruised knuckles and rubbing them gently with your other hand. they hurt pretty bad, but you know that soap will probably ask you to keep going for a little while longer so you’re more prepared.

you notice his shadow loom over you as he gets closer, a hand reaching out and grasping onto your bruised one. “you know, this will get a lot less intense over time. the more you train, the less it’ll hurt.” his voice is right in your ear, causing your eyes to shut as you try your best to not make anything obvious.

everything about his voice just gets you going. from his accent, to how it sounds when he’s calm versus yelling. no matter what he does, his voice makes you melt and turns your panties into a sopping mess within just seconds.

his hand drops yours, causing you to open your eyes as you look at him. he’s looking at you intensely, eyes filled with emotion you can’t read. your whole face feels hot, though, and you’re almost ashamed to even look at him.

he knows what he does to you, and he’s going to be doing it on purpose now.

you opt to ignore him, waiting impatiently until soap finally comes back into the room with a fresh bottle of water and a sheepish smile on his face. he senses the tension in the room, but doesn’t mention it at all since he knows it’d be awkward.

the three of you remain in the room for some time longer, before eventually an hour has passed and it’s time to leave and focus on other things. there’s an upcoming mission you’ll be going on, so you decide to spend some time with gaz to figure out the details.

your walk in the dark is mildly terrifying. the light heading towards the building where gaz stays is limited, several areas of shadows that cause your vision to be impaired. you don't feel right, an anxiety developing that normally isn't present.

several vehicles leave gaps in between certain spots, a feeling of someone following you causing you to stop in your tracks and take a look around.

nothing.

you sigh in relief. it must be some sort of paranoia from how tired you are after training. you did break quite a sweat, which was made worse with ghost’s gleaming eyes on you for the majority of the time you had been in the room.

you decide to continue forward-

but something stops you, from the shadows. a small reflection of someone’s eyes, a large figure looming in between two large trucks. your heart begins to pound harshly, quickly trying to make a break towards the building so you can find some sort of defense against the figure.

but you’re stopped, large hand grabbing and pulling you back into the shadows. you let out a scream, adrenaline pumping as you kick and punch as hard as you can muster. a low grunt is all you hear, an ease in the way the figure carries you away.

something is put over your eyes, a blindfold perhaps? you’re shaking now, being led to who knows where in the darkness and you can’t even be sure if anyone will ever find you. you’re certain that death looms closely now, deciding to just give up because no amount of force is stopping this human wall from taking you.

you want to cry but stay strong, keeping a cold and stoic appearance (you think at least) as you’re finally let go of in what you think is a small building nearby. wouldn’t this person have locked you in a car or something? why here? you’re confused now, not understanding what’s going on.

“you don’t need to kick so hard.”

you feel embarrassed as the voice speaks. of course it’s him. but why you’re blindfolded, you still don’t understand. ghost is probably trying to prepare you for something, maybe a training on how to escape a kidnapper.

he keeps your arms pressed tightly against your back, though. not a single ounce of movement on his end, just the heat of his body near yours in the dark.

“where are we?” you ask, trying to move your arm with no luck present in him leaving you be.

“nowhere that matters right now.”

you feel kind of nervous. this man has saved you many times before working together. you can’t help but feel in your gut that he may somehow be plotting your murder or disappearance with the way he’s acting.

not having any sights of what’s going on has led to the smallest of noises feeling so much louder, so you’re flustered when you can hear and feel his breath right at your ears.

“an annoying bird has told me that you’re interested in me. and my observations seem to have proven him right.” he whispers lowly, hotness of his breath brushing against your skin slightly.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on now. his voice makes you unbelievably wet, and you don’t understand how you’re not dreaming right now.

the heat that has developed between your thighs is almost burning, a desire bubbling up in your abdomen that has you almost shaking. “hmm, see? you’re not too great at hiding that, love.”

you clench your jaw, sucking in a deep breath. you have goosebumps along your whole body, the cool air around you making the feelings of his warmth so much more intense.

“now, i’m going to let your arms go. but if you even move a muscle i will leave you here alone and we won’t speak again. got it?” you nod hastily at his words, feeling his arms finally release the tight grip on you that makes your shoulders and arms crack lightly.

he shuffles around the room, and you can hear as he leans down and abruptly has your pants tugged down slightly. the cool air hits your panties, making you shiver. one of his hands grasps onto your thighs tightly, squeezing and slowly working its way up.

you realize he’s down on his knees in front of you when he easily slides your panties down too, now at your ankles with your pants. you’re absolutely dripping, feeling wetness leak down your thighs to where his hands are.

that’s when he lets out a soft, amused laugh. “so wet already and i haven’t even touched you? you’re desperate.” he says, a single finger pushing between your folds and gathering up wetness.

you can hear the way his fingers move, entering his mouth with a soft squelch. the way your face heats up when you realize he’s unmasked sends you reeling for more, wanting him to do anything to you now.

“you’re in luck, as i’m desperate as well.” he whispers, making you bite down on your bottom lip tightly. the heat of his words is close to your pussy now, a light blow of his breath against your clit.

you’re trying hard not to move, staying so completely still despite the shake in your bones. “please…” you whisper, wanting him to touch you or just something.

when his tongue laps right up your folds, you inhale sharply, eyes clenched shut despite the blindfold on your body. a small and quiet moan breaks through your lips when he pushes a finger in, curling it into you as he blows air onto your clit.

“please what? you want me to make you cum?” he asks, and you nod desperately as his finger stays still.

he smacks your clit with his other hand, making you cry out and tears sting at the corners of your eyes. you feel disgusting for finding that so pleasurable. “use. your. words.” his voice is quiet, and you inhale sharply.

“yes. please make me cum.” you mumble out quickly, words rushed and almost slurred. he hums in approval at that, finger moving in and out again and sending your mind straight to the gutter.

light squelching sounds turn louder once he adds two more fingers, stretching you out as his lips latch onto your clit. you’re almost in disbelief from how good it feels, eyes rolling back and legs shaking. you almost feel like you could fall over, but one of his hands remains on your hip to reassure you that you won’t.

your orgasm builds steadily, arms remaining tucked at your sides out of fear that his words were true. you can’t just let this end now, now when he’s eating you out like his life depends on it. he’s so skilled at what he’s doing that you can barely contain your composure.

you know you’re going to cum soon after he starts getting rougher, wetness becoming more and more until it’s almost so loud you can’t hear anything else. when his mouth leaves you and he starts talking again, that’s what sends you over the edge.

“such a pretty pussy. you’re so good for me, you know that?” he says quietly, thumb swiping at your clit and making your spine tingle.

“i can feel how close you are. go on. cum for me.” the raspiness in his tone has you moaning out, orgasm crashing through you as your walls clench around his fingers. you can’t think straight, mind becoming absolutely fried as he continues finger fucking you through your high.

your hips are shaking as his fingers slide out, a small dripping noise of your arousal hitting the floor below you. you hear him stand up, arms gripping your waist as he pushes your body into his.

his nose brushes up against your own, and you force the gap closed with urgency. you can’t keep away from him anymore, not now. his lips move against yours roughly, tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

you push your hips against his, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans and, more importantly, the feeling of his hard cock against you. you can even feel how big he is, and you know it’ll make you sore later. just the thought of that has you soaked again, lips leaving his for a moment for air as your heart rate picks up.

“i’m not done yet.” he whispers in your ear, pushing his lips onto yours again.

and just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter.

as you kiss, he leads you to the wall. it’s cold, pressing into your ass hard as he leans further into you. his hips grind into your naked bottom half, the mild overstimulation making you mewl against his lips.

you’re basically heaving, barely able to breathe when his lips leave yours. “you ready?” he asks, and you mumble out ‘yes’ as he fumbles with his belt and eventually tugs his pants and boxers down.

you can’t see his cock, but you imagine it’d be nice and pretty. you can hear him stroke it a few times before it’s pressed against your folds, sliding up and down and making you bite your lip in anticipation. the tip feels big against you, just the right amount of stimulation to make you want him to fuck your brains out.

the tip presses into you, making your hips twitch from shock as your nails dig into your palms. as he slides in, your mouth falls open and you moan shakily. “fuck, you’re tighter than i thought you’d be. such a nice cunt.” he says, hips bumping into yours as he bottoms out.

tears stream down your face from the feeling of fullness, so overwhelming but you already can’t get enough of him. the tip just barely grazes your cervix, and when he slowly begins thrusting it slaps against it over and over again. it’s painful, but you love that.

he decides to lift you up by the back of your thighs, legs wrapping around him and the new angle feeling more pleasurable as he fucks you into the wall harshly. his hands are squeezing your ass, lips finding their way to your neck as he bites down on your skin roughly.

he moves at a steady pace, cock hitting all the right places that send you closer and closer to your peak. his movements are hard, dick ramming into you in a manner that makes you finally move your hands and grip onto his hair.

“fuck.” he mutters, hips picking up speed as he kisses you again. small noises leave his mouth, muffled by your lips but still so hot to hear coming from him. he sounds so good to you, his grunts and groans causing your pussy to clench against him.

he fucks into you harder and harder, the stimulation of his groin smacking into your clit making you feel as if you’re melting. the way your eyes have rolled back again, clit throbbing from the stimulation, you know you’ll probably cum soon.

“touch yourself for me.” he says, a small break between your kisses. you comply instantaneously, fingers reaching down and circling your clit and smacking harder against yourself from his thrusts hitting your hands.

his lips separate from yours, leaning towards your ear and biting down on your earlobe. the stimulation of that causes your fingers to start moving faster.

the feeling of your fingers is what sends you reeling, a loud moan escaping as you finally cum for a second time. “fuck, just like that. cum like the desperate slut you are.” he mumbles in your ear, making you cry out again.

his hips don’t falter for even a second as you hear him inhale sharply, small grunts leaning his mouth as his hands slap into the wall behind you. “gonna cum in you. i think you can take it.” he mutters, words making you feel like you could explode right now.

“please.” your voice cracks.

he finally cums afterwards, ropes of it warming your insides as his hips stutter into you. he rides out his high with a few more thrusts, gentle noises finally being let out again as he slowly comes to a stop.

he pulls out after a few moments, cum leaking out of you and streaming down your thighs. you stand still for a moment, not sure of what to do now.

"you can take the blindfold off now." he says, and you decide to do so.

you still can't see great once it's off, the room very dark with minimal lighting coming from the occasional light outside shining into the windows. but you glance over to ghost anyways, noticing that he still kept his mask off in front of you. while you can't see too well, you smile anyways in adoration.

"as handsome as soap always claims." you say to him, hearing him sigh out as he shakes his head. his hand smacks your ass and he pulls his pants back up, a grin forming on your face as you gather your clothes back onto yourself as well. your thighs and cunt are sore, but you feel almost floaty despite the pain.

"of course you'd think that." he mutters, noticing the way you're off balance as you pull your pants up and over your thighs. one of his arms reaches out for you to help balance you and you thank him quietly before standing upright and looking him up and down.

"so, an annoying bird?" you ask.

"quite annoying. certainly not wrong though."

as you go your separate ways that night, you can't contain your excitement. gaz can immediately tell what took you so long when he sees your messed up hair and crooked smile, but he doesn't bother to say anything. you've talked about ghost for months, he's just glad you finally got it over with.

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