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posted first to my archive- you can read ‘mentor mentee’ for more context if you’d like, but you can also read this blind! pls let me know if there are any errors and i hope you enjoy!

tags- rough sex, size difference, size kink, angst, toxic relationship, internal conflict, creampie, vaginal sex, mating press, fem reader.

4k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-nsfw/smut-

Forcing yourself to drag your stare from the monotonous and drab documents onto him, standing there in all of his terrifying glory. Mountainous and big, all of him, from his behaviour to his looks. You were tired of it, of him. Lies.

You wondered what brought him in this time. Part of you had already known, though.

"Did you fuck him again?"

You scoffed, clicking your pen and setting it down gently, the dark ink setting to dry over the tinted pages. You had wanted to tell him a false truth, but is it really false? A growing bit of you had wanted to scurry back to Price, sticking to his side just as you'd done for Ghost.

"Why does that matter?" You began to kick your shoes off, knowing what would happen in the next few moments. Bent over the desk and fucked until broken sounds left you, like always.

Ghost stilled, displeased with your response. He'd not yet closed the distance between you two, not yet sealing your fate for the night. To be sore and stuffed full of him, is what you'd anticipated, thighs squeezing together as you started to reminisce.

What good were you though, if you were just made to say yes? To always listen and mindlessly obey whatever Ghost would say and ask of you. You attempted to will away whatever lecherous thoughts that compelled you, standing from your office chair.

"There's always something I've wanted to ask you. Something I've been too afraid to even think of." You laughed, a saddened and dry sound. You forced yourself to continue on with your complex dialogue.

"Can you tell me Ghost? What you and I are to one another?" Your question was desperate, tone shaky and eyes glossy. You'd constructed a perfect answer within your muddied mind, hoping that he'd say what you'd wanted to hear, overcome with something to falsify that answer.

You waited for his reply, your stare stuck on his dark one. You loathed looking into his eyes, because they told you everything you'd wanted to know. You knew he had an answer, one so intricate and lengthy, he himself was unaware- the thing that had been so utterly amusing though, was that you were equally as unknowing, too.

And like a true spirit, he'd left as silently as he'd appeared.

•

A muted moan left your lips, bent and folded in an impossible, nearly, position, taking Ghost into your pussy. His large and gloved hands were on the backs of your knees, pushing and folding your legs to compress your entire being. The large and ill-fitting shirt hung off of your body as he pushed into your heat, oddly gently, eye contact starting to make you nervous and nauseous.

He continued to feed his large cock into you, leaving just a bit of him to keep you stretched open before shoving himself back in. You cried out to him, your hands tangled into the cheap sheets of his bed, and- his bed? Your eyes popped open, scanning your surroundings, and oh, how the hell did you end up here? In his supposed safe haven, his fucking home.

How had the stars aligned for the two of you to get a break at the same exact time? Not so much as a break, more like a medically related one for Ghost, and you'd been forced to go watch over him, since he was notorious for not trusting other hospitals. The man barely trusted anyway, this was not at all surprising. This all made sense, but how you'd gotten into this position hadn't.

A soft squeeze at your plush flesh had your eyes flickering back to his, "Look at me while I fuck you."

Your breath hitched, legs opting to close, being stopped by him. He pulled out again, slow, slower than he's ever gone with you before. You were used to a rabid and animalistic pace, one that would shake you back and forth from his thrusts alone. But this? Leisure and slow, powerful and strong thrusts of his cock inside your walls, deep eye contact, those honey eyes with light lashes staring down at you. Ever so slightly narrowing when you'd squeezed him in such a way, tight and snug around his thick girth.

You, for once, stared right back at him. Through your tears at your waterline threatening to flow, through thickened lashes, you stared at him, just as he'd wanted you to. Just his tip was inside of you now, and he waded himself back in, watching and appraising your reaction. Every twitch of your body, how your legs tried to close, how your pussy spasmed around his cock and tried force him out- all of it.

Ghost struggled to get all of him inside of you, so used to just having you sit atop him and laze back, often in your own seat. He'd watch, somewhat amused, as you rode him, so fervent, hands behind your back while you would moan and whisper whatever it was you'd said. He'd, when feeling generous, roll his hips up into you to meet you halfway, watching as your eyes opened in shock when you felt him just a little deeper.

So, at a new and all too personal angle, he continued to work his dick into you, hearing your small 'it's too much,' or 'you're so big' spur him on with every minuscule movement from him. Ghost wasn't one to try new things, opting instead for something familiar. Like maybe having your face buried into the sterile cot as he fucked you from the back, fast and unforgiving speed always having you moan out to him in pure ecstasy. But, he was open for new things at times. Sharing you with Price (once was enough for him), having you set the pace, trying new positions.

He briefly questioned if you'd enjoyed the change, too.

Cutting through the silence, he spoke, "You like getting fucked like this? Feelin' me right- fuck, right here?" His large hand fanned out over your abdomen, pushing down and able to feel himself inside. Your hand scrambled over his, cold leather meeting you. The sensation of the provided pressure too much, per usual.

"God, don't, don't do that again." A whine left you, your body betraying you as you pushed his hand down, a timid ask, again, please.

He listened, pushing that spot over your stomach down, the cold material of his gloves making it feel a little less personal- because to be completely true to yourself, you had to admit how badly you'd wanted to touch him. To feel his hands, without the leather barrier, to hold them and wonder how they would feel in your smaller ones. Your hand enclosed over his, raising it a bit, fingers attempting to lift his glove off. You wanted it to feel personal. You were tired of it not being such.

But you were also so fucking scared of it becoming just that, too personal. As every aspect of your day to day life had some of Ghost in it, your conscious and mind having the most of him within, constant thoughts plaguing your mind. These thoughts, for once, hadn't deterred you, continuing to ease the leather glove off of Ghost's hand.

He didn't seem to take note of what you'd been doing, lost in your tight insides, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure you'd provided him. Maybe that's why he'd chosen you, because you were the only one who could take him like this, take him any fucking way he'd chosen. You had been the only one able to give him a similar sensation of pure euphoria, just as he'd given you.

"Ghost, I-" A sharp inhale from you as your cunt continued to struggle with his size, "I want to touch you." So sudden, your voice was airy and light, almost as if you'd pass out at any given moment. And from how lightheaded you'd felt at both your request and at the way Ghost had slowly been fucking into you, it didn't seem too far off from actually happening.

Your brain hadn't even had the time to concoct whatever negative scenarios, as he spoke up, "Why now."

Not a question, a statement. He's right- why now? You'd always despised loved the idea of touching him, and you'd so desperately wanted to put that idea into fruition, even though the rightful side of you, the more logical one, had attempted to warn you that it wasn't a good idea. If you'd felt him, then perhaps you'd grow even more addicted than you already were.

You'd take your chances, though.

"I don't know why, just, oh, fuck," You forgot what the hell you were even talking about, feeling his cock just about bottom out inside of you. "Please."

He stopped, hovering over you, a single hand keeping your leg spread while the other was entangled with yours. The ambient and low lighting framing him with an odd glow, one that had you wanting to cower in fear.

Lightly, so much so that you almost hadn't noticed, he squeezed your hand back, an answer to you, fine, yeah okay. It was unsure, just as his demeanour normally was around you. You pushed the glove off, the item falling to the floor with a barely audible sound. You, for a moment, held his hand. Not too long, because then you knew that he'd retract it and slip that glove back on, that sense of protection back on, his sense.

His hand was rough and calloused, but so warm. Heavy in your hand and against your touch, you laced your fingers with his before squeezing, looking up at him, his figure blurry through tinted lenses.

"Go faster, please." A shy appeal, something which your body couldn't even handle, your insides unable to withstand the spare inches that Ghost had yet to fuck into you.

"You can handle it, can't you?" He rolled his hips upwards, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that had you feeling dizzy.

Words had failed you, so you nodded, anchoring yourself to him just by holding his big hand. Your eyes etching shut, before widely opening from a particularly harsh and deep thrust by Ghost.

"Keep your eyes on me."

You attempted at a nod before throwing your head back and gasping, air refusing to fill your lungs as Ghost had nearly pushed the entirety of his dick in. He was filling you to the fucking brim, stuffing you full of him, his flushed tip threatening to bash into your womb again and again.

You held the position that he'd folded you into, thighs beginning to burn at the abnormal angle. You then remembered, he'd crowded into your space while you bandaged his abdomen is what began this all. You don't even remember what he'd said to you, what he'd done, for you to end up beneath him- a sight that you'd witness on the regular. He's never had you so close to him, his face merely inches away from yours. His deep and dark stare never leaving yours, spare for the few times he'd straighten his posture and sound his own moans. Gravelly and low, shutting his eyes while his blonde lashes fell over his cheeks in bliss.

You briefly looked down towards your hand, staring at the larger one that had been loosely holding yours. You'd never even seen his hands before, always clad with leather and never showing his actual flesh. It was scarred, and big- just like the rest of him, full of protruding veins and tendons. The size of his lone hand could fit both of yours within it easily, making your face have a warm heat fan across. You began to think about how his hands would pin yours to the wall, the mattress, whatever, while pounding into you. Feeling conflicted between lust and love, no, this isn't love, it never will be.

Yet, you clutched onto him like it was.

You wanted to commit this sight, this entire night, to memory, because you knew that the next morning you'd criticise yourself for it. Endless questioning of how you'd allowed him to get so close to you, to hold you like a lover and fuck into you like one, slowly, oddly carefully for him too- it never made any sense. He'd either be too cold, which is the Ghost you'd known, or he'd slightly warm up, handling you with care instead of typical rag-doll fashion.

You'd handle your emotions in the morning.

You squeezed his hand, tightly, drawing his attention back to you. "Faster," You plead, feeling his hips slowly push against you, the soft material of his gray sweatpants soft against your exposed skin.

"You know to ask nicely, love."

You hated adored when he'd call you pet names, they just made you feel more attached. Nevertheless, you obeyed, "Please, please go faster, Ghost."

He hummed lowly, pleased at your obedience. His leisure speed hastened, his forehead pressing against yours as your eyes flitted closed, little whimpers and moans leaving your agape lips.

"Fuck, so good, you're so good." He grunted, bottoming out inside of you at last, hearing you cry out in slight soreness. His nose was brushing against yours, his eyes on you, brow furrowed. He's so fucking pretty, and you hadn't even known what he'd looked like.

"You're so deep," Your words slurred, feeling his cock rub up against your slick walls deliciously.

"Yeah? You like it, don't you?" He groaned, sounding like a deep growl rumbling in his clothed chest. His speed was dizzying now, slamming into you with fervour.

You nodded, feeling his hand pin yours on the mattress, the soft and laced hold now turning into something filthy, a means to hold you down.

"Use your words, don't go dumb on me just yet." He teased, returning to the slow and downright tortuous pace he'd once been at.

"Yes, I like it, I love it," You stopped yourself from saying something that you'd soon regret, those three words remaining unspoken.

"I know you do." A long and drawn out moan left him, his hand grasping your wrist as he continued to ram into you.

A sudden wave of uncomforted emotion consumed you, thoughts of how close he'd been making you feel queasy. You wanted to get him off, while simultaneously wanting to pull him impossibly closer. You didn't know when he'd feel like this again, so you felt like you were taking this entire situation for granted- but those conflicting thoughts were eating at your very sanity, making his close vicinity unbearable.

Looks like Ghost shared your sentiment, backing away from you and removing his hand from yours. Instead, he looked down towards you as his cock continued to drive in and out of your wet cunt. You hated how he had known how to fuck you just right, making sparks fly within your synapses, always coaxing multiple orgasms from you, he had always known what to do with you.

His ungloved hand reached up to the bottom of his balaclava, and you clearly froze up. You had to be hallucinating, because if just touching him would make you feel so utterly confused, you couldn't even begin to fathom how seeing him would fare.

That cloud of constant anonymity surrounding Ghost made things easier between the two of you. While you had shown and intimated at your true feelings, albeit rare, you have done it before. Typically when seating yourself on his cock wasn't enough, and you had actually wanted to feel something between you two. You couldn't lose that, because then you knew that you'd fall for him, it's already happened, hasn't it?

He pulled the fabric up, acting as a striptease while shallowly thrusting into your heat. He stopped just shy of showing the bridge of his nose, and you turned away before you'd even gotten a glimpse of him. You didn't care how badly you'd wanted to see him, see Simon and not Ghost. You didn't care at all, staring at the bland and blank white walls as you were moved up and down due to his hips colliding against yours.

It was sudden, his bare hand on your face, nearly smooshing your cheeks together, roughly bringing your stare back to him.

"Not a very good listener, are you? Look at me."

Your stare never met his, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes, please, don't make me see you. I don't want to fall in l-

A harsh thrust forced you to meet his gaze, and you felt an odd sense of relief rush through your system as his entire face wasn't exposed. Just the bottom half, which you have seen a few times, in a more clinical setting, of course. He's never shown you himself whilst balls-deep inside of you.

Well, until now, anyway.

"Good." A quick praise that had you melting against his welcomed touch. You were unaccustomed to seeing his lips form the very words he'd said, yet you could watch it all day. He removed his hand from your face, instead tugging at his loose shirt, bringing it to catch on his teeth.

Fuck, that shouldn't be that hot.

His eyes were on your trembling figure, at times glancing down to watch his thick cock disappear inside your greedy pussy. Gripping him in a way that you thought he wouldn't pound into you again, foolishly wrong as his cock returned within your cunt with a low groan. The gauze covering his abdomen following every light twitch from his stomach having you watch with embarrassing intent.

Your thighs burned as they were spread to their limit, one of your hands grabbing at the sheets as your very life depended on it. The the other was clutching tightly at his inked arm, nails biting into the decorated skin, he grunted as your nails raked over his arm, his thrusts halting as he felt his own orgasm creep up on him.

Normally, he would speak during this period, tell you how perfect you were for him. But, he kept quiet, due to the fabric of his shirt in his mouth, or maybe he just wasn't in the mood. You didn't know, you didn't care, you were lost in the way his cock would push right up against that spot that had your vision blacking out. Your own hips lowering to meet his in mutual thrusts, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure and liquid ecstasy shooting through your own spine, every disc lighting up.

Ghost's hot and heavy dick continued to punch into your drooling cunt in such a way that nearly had you bawling. You felt your toes begin to curl as all of the signs were leading up to your own orgasm, something of which you'd been chasing, yet delaying, for you knew that those rose-tinted glasses would shatter.

Again- you didn't care though.

His gloved hand reached to rub at your neglected nub with passion, having a high pitched moan leave your lips. You jerked into his touch, a greedy imploration for more, your body betraying your very mind and virtues.

Your ask hadn't been ignored, the tight circles he drew becoming neater and more attentive to every twitch and move from you. You whimpered his name, feeling his fingers on you and his cock ruin and pick you apart being too much, even for you. You, who had been moulded and formed to his very imprint, wanting and constantly ready for him.

A brush of his fingers and feeling his cock drive into you just right had you sobbing. Your back arching up towards him, your nails making crescent shapes over his exposed and inked skin, as you had finished over his fat cock. He groaned at watching your orgasm wash over you, humming deeply while he witnessed your comeback to the scene. Your sensitive nerves not getting a break as his pace had only hastened, cock driving into you at the most proper and precise angles.

With a huff, his shirt dropped down to its correct spot, hiding his body from you. He groaned as he felt your insides squeeze him with a vice grip. His mouth was agape, stubble framing his jaw beautifully, kissable lips forming a sentence, "He can't fuck you like this. Not like I can. Nobody will ever be able to, because you're mine." His words were rushed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his cock twitched inside you.

God, you nearly unraveled under him once more at his very words. You already knew who Ghost was speaking of, and no matter how good Price was in bed, he was right, he couldn't fuck you like Ghost could.

You didn't confirm his words, though. You couldn't, because then you'd have to admit he was right, right about you belonging to him. And oh, how you'd wanted that to be a cruel reality, held in his virulent grasp.

You heard his sounds grow in quantity and felt his thrusts quality begin to deteriorate. You knew he'd been close, "Inside, please."

"Not goin' anywhere else."

While fucking Ghost, you quickly learned that he was obsessed with the idea of finishing inside of you. You quickly had to start the pill, lest you wanted to carry his child. You didn't know why he loved it so much, maybe it felt good, maybe the sight of your pussy leaking his cum after being stuffed to the absolute brim was such an arousing sight to behold. But no, it was a means to claim you. To mark you as his in a way that no other would have the ability to.

And he'd do just that, again and again, and again, and again, andagainandagain-

He groaned, such a low and addicting sound as he doubled over you. His cum filled your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he continued to fuck his seed back into you, your knuckles blanching at how tightly you had held both the sheets, and Ghost's arm.

The both of you were unmoving, his dick softening inside of you before he'd pulled out. He untangled himself from you, stare stuck on how your abused hole leaked his essence, using his thick fingers to push it back in. You remembered what he'd said before while doing so, 'Not good t'waste,'.

You laid still, regaining your breath as well as your ability to form thoughts while you felt a warm cloth tidy you up. His touch would sometimes linger on you for a moment too long to be considered an accident, yet you'd shake it off and consider it as one.

You clothed yourself, pulling on a set of bottoms, ultimately unnecessary, as the shirt you wore was like a dress on your shorter stature. You don't know how Ghost's article of clothing had ended up in your hands- on your very body nonetheless, his scent embracing you, yet sneering at you, feeling attached?

You checked his wounds and re-bandaged any as necessary, as you were still a doctor, after all. You'd had plenty of things that remained unsaid, to both yourself and to him. You'd wanted to tell him your true emotions towards him, but you were so afraid. Afraid of him, or rejection, or both. It wasn't clear, and it wasn't feasible to build a relationship with a man like him, anyway. With a man so fucked up and broken, incapable of feeling how you felt, even a sliver of it. Is what you had thought, anyway.

Ghost watched as you shoved on a windbreaker in a hurried way, slipping your shoes on as you'd wanted to run. Sprint off into the sunset and forget whatever fucked up relationship was between you and Ghost, if you could even call it such a thing. What the two of you were was truly complex, forever unknowing to you and him. Despite this, he yearned to say a single word to you, a pathetic beg forming in his mind.

He'd wanted you to stay.

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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I haven't gotten to the part of One Piece where Kid and Killer are introduced but the way you write them I can't wait.

ahh thank you sm!!! i can only hope i portrayed them well ❤️❤️❤️

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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I absolutely love your Ghost series it’s so good girl

i’m so happy you like it sweetheart ❤️❤️❤️

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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your latest ghost fic = 😧🥵🥵 gahd dayummm🧓🏼👓🤏🏼 that was some goooddd shiiittt

omg thank you sm ❤️❤️❤️ it means the world to me!!!!!!!

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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Mentor + Mentee-

-first part-

pls let me know if there are any errors or if this copied weird. you don’t have to read the first part to understand this, but it helps set the scene a bit :). pls enjoy <3

tags- cunnilingus, blow jobs, rough sex, toxic relationship, praising, size difference, fem reader.

6k words.

-Ghost x Reader x Price-

-nsfw/smut-

As you trailed behind Ghost, your thoughts ran like the wildest child. Why couldn't you ever stand your ground? Just tell him no, for once? He pulled you in with his brashness, commanding you in a way that was impossible for you to say anything but an affirmation.

"You really couldn't wait until the morning? I'm fucking tired." You huffed, exhaustion and sass lacing your tone.

He didn't acknowledge your fulminations, instead, he made longer and quicker strides, forcing you to walk faster in order to catch up with him. Little things like these, his own cruel tests to see just how far you'd go just to listen to him, it adds up. It takes a toll on you, more so your mental state rather than physical. Though, the times where you couldn't make it out of bed due to his roughness had been displeasing, too.

The two of you continued to walk the narrow corridors in an odd and off putting silence. Your office had been passed, and so had his bunk. He didn't tell you where he wanted to take you, and now, nervousness wracked your senses.

Maybe he didn't want you anymore..?

No, fuck, you couldn't handle that. You'd rather him use you as a warm body than to just dump you to the side, looking for another suitable individual. You took that spot, and you wore it with pride.

He suddenly stopped, and you had been right behind him, not having the guts to look at even his clothed back. You opted to face the ground, chewing the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek. Whatever happens, you had a feeling it wasn't good.

Ghost raised a gloved hand, knocking at the wooden door. You heard a gruff 'one minute' come from the other side. You couldn't quite recognise the voice on the other side due to the barrier of the door, but it sounded vaguely familiar.

After a few seconds, the door swung open, and out came both Soap and Gaz, lightly conversing with one another. They sounded exhausted.

"Hey doc!" Soap beamed at you, sounding ecstatic to see you. He was going to talk more before getting elbowed by Gaz and a harsh 'shut up, idiot!' getting thrown his way. You looked up at the two, and couldn't hold back your laugh once you'd seen three lollipops in each of their mouths. You wondered how these two were so serious in the field, yet reckless when at base.

"Didn't think we'd see you here, uh," Gaz stilled, thinking of an excuse before Soap cut in. "Sorry, we just really like the kind you get." He was an honest man, and he actually looked apologetic.

You waved them off, "You two are the only ones who eat them, anyway." You giggled, something only reserved for their boyish antics. They thanked you profusely, greeting their lieutenant before running off. You heard Gaz rebuke Soap as they made their way back to their bunks.

Wordlessly, Ghost walked in and left you right outside by yourself. You could run off, back to the inviting slab that you called a bed. You could just go and never look at him again, tell your medic to treat him so you wouldn't need to make contact with him, either. You were so tired of these complex feelings, unrequited and feeling like poison in your mind.

Yet, you shadowed right after him, like the idiotic and strangely acquiescent thing you were.

When you'd entered the room, you couldn't help the alleviated breath that had left you. You'd seen Price sat at his desk, fountain pen looking tiny in his big hands. Your mind was wandering, this man was your boss, you shouldn't be thinking about him in such a lecherous fashion.

But, oh, he was so kind to you. He'd call you the sweetest names, praise you endlessly while you'd patch him up. You wanted him to do so similarly while you sat atop him, taking him inside of you while he'd be so nice to you. He'd probably take his time with you, break you open inch by-

"Good, you brought 'er."

His thickened accent and gruff voice broke you away from you dirtied thoughts. And instead, you began to question why he'd wanted to see you in his own office. You'd never been here before, usually, he'd be the one to come to you.

Ghost said nothing, standing deathly still as his wide and impressive physique mimicked a marbleised statue, carved with care and love. The pure antithesis of what he had been internalised.

Price gestured for you to stand next to him, and told Ghost to take a seat right in front of the two of you. He hesitated, and it had finally struck you that he too had absolutely no clue on why the two of you had been summoned to Price's office.

"I told you to sit down, lieutenant." He sounded aggravated, yet eerily calm. His voice rumbled like the most devastating storm, and the two of you had been caught right in the midst of it.

Ghost didn't need Price to pull rank on him, he took a seat, spreading his large legs to get comfortable. You turned away, not wanting to look at him for too long, for fear of what would begin to brew in your mind.

Price then stood, pushing his swivel chair into the space between the mahogany desk. You crossed your arms over your chest, yearning to cover yourself in any way possible. You wanted to pull an invisible curtain over yourself, disappearing from their view.

And although you were used to being in a rather close vicinity to your superior, this felt off. It wasn't in a clinical setting, you weren't fixing him up, it was something that had been deemed unprofessional in your eyes.

But when did you care about keeping up appearances?

His office space was quiet, save for the cool rumbles of a tiny fan in the corner, puffing out air as fast and as strong as it could. The three of you seemed frozen, unmoving as time continued to tick, one cursed second at a time.

"Sorry t'call ya in like this, sweetheart." Price spoke, not missing the way you jolted at hearing him so suddenly. He instinctively wrapped a heavy arm around you, pulling you closer against him. At first, you stiffened against him, he was so warm, like a personal furnace warming your freezing skin. But, when you'd seen Ghost's stare stick to your own, seeing that glint in his eye, that look that had him fucking you until you were essentially brain dead, you quickly noted that he was jealous.

So, you melted against Price, pushing closer to him.

Ghost was now glaring at you, staring with contempt. Those damned expressive eyes of his, telling you everything he was thinking. That internal sense of resentfulness picking at his very spirit. He swore he could hear the very moon cackle and snicker at him, the stars and constellations joining in and laughing with a sardonic glee.

"I'll make this quick for you," His hands now steered you to stand in front of him. Then, you'd realised how much bigger he was, his hands were so large, he was so tall, so muscular. Like Ghost, he could probably break you right in half without even knowing it.

He dipped your pyjama top lower, just below your clavicle and shy of your sternum. You gasped at feeling him touch you, the back of his hand brushing against your breast.

"I'm tired of seeing my doctor like this."

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together to quell that unbearable heat in between your legs. Hearing him essentially call you his hadn't helped at all.

You dared to glance lower at your exposed skin, wincing at seeing the specks of purple slowly eat and consume at whatever had been exposed. Fuck, he must've noticed when he was cleaning your uniform. At times, you were really quite unaware of how observant the entirety of the Task Force had been.

Ghost shifted in his seat, leaning backwards to somehow close a distance he thought was strangling. You looked straight at him, something you normally weren't capable of. You then glanced over at his wide shoulders, and immediately to your hands. You never realised just how badly you'd wanted to lay a finger on him, and when you did, you did everything in your power to keep that feeling at ease. To ensure it would never come out whilst he slowly fucked into you, hoisting you up against a freezing wall and ravishing your soft body. It worked, until it didn't. Until that feeling built up into something that couldn't be tamed, something that'd come out with a vengeance.

"Then, ya got me thinkin'," He hummed, a surprising humorous lilt detected in his tone, "you've got no clue how to treat her properly."

Ghost was still as unmoving and unbothered as ever, his stare still on you, but moving to Price for just a moment when those words had left him. His words had him slightly bitter, unbeknownst to you.

"But don't worry." He chuckled, a deep and low rumble that you felt right against your back, "Captains got you."

You hadn't even had time to process what Price had said, still trying to even fathom that he had been so close to you. But, your mind quickly caught up with the given situation when you'd felt his hands back on your unsuspecting figure once again.

He slowly lifted your top, but you shivered, taking hold of his hands in your quivering ones. "Ghost, he's," He doesn't care about you-

Ghost's hardened stare on you actually softened for a split second. He really didn't think you would say that, didn't think that you'd care whether he was present or not whilst Price had done what he'd pleased with you.

You shyly bit your lip, playing with Price's thick digits while you'd been lost in thought. You knew Ghost didn't care for you, and you knew your role in his life. To stitch his deepest wounds and sate his deepest hunger.

"You've got such a loyal one 'n you treat 'er like this?" Price scoffed, allowing you to innocently toy with his hands. You truly don't know why you'd been so steadfast and devoted towards Ghost. A part of you thought that this had been the way he'd expressed himself, showing what he'd been feeling through raw and primal actions. That part of you was extremely delusional, but also faultless, unknowing to you.

Sure, you'd avoided him physically, but he'd avoided you emotionally.

"Sweetheart, he doesn't mind," Price had said, right in your ear as he pressed a kiss against your exposed neck, having you shudder lightly in his arms. You really weren't used to such light and loving touches being directed your way. "do you, lieutenant?"

You couldn't look at either man right now, fearful of Ghost's answer.

He'd responded almost instantly, "No."

No?

Fuck, that hurt.

He doesn't mind seeing you ravaged by another man? By his leader and your boss? You were supposed to be pinned under him always, supposed to be the only one that took him, supposed to be solely for him- just his.

You blinked rapidly to rid any tears from your tired eyes. All of your reservations lay within Ghost, right in his glove-clad hands, right underneath that balaclava, embedded in those honeyed eyes of his.

He didn't mind, so neither did you.

You peeled off your top and turned towards Price, pulling him into a searing kiss. He seemed surprised, unmoving against your mouth for a moment before pushing your body closer against his own. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him, whimpering into the kiss and getting all of your little sounds swallowed up.

Your back hit the wall, arms snaking around Price as the both of you were still enraptured by one another. His lips were so soft, and his beard lightly scratching at your skin was oddly welcomed.

You separated from him, panting while your heart beat on swiftly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you gravitated right back at him, kissing him roughly. You heard him groan into you as your hips rolled against him, feeling his hard-on push against you. You pushed away and bit his bottom lip, opening your eyes and soon meeting his stare.

You hugged him closer, so accustomed to that hurried pace with Ghost. Used to just shedding your bottoms and having him plunge into you, not ever taking a moment with you, to see what you liked and what you'd hated.

Price removed you from the wall and instead sat you onto his desk. Facing only him, Ghost had been at your back, you'd unable to look at him, to see and scale his facial expressions to gauge what he was feeling.

It had been on purpose.

You'd tried to turn around and look at him, but Price stopped you, grabbing your shoulders and stilling you. He left his hands there for a moment, looking right into your eyes with his piercing blues.

"Eyes on me, love."

You immediately broke eye contact, so unaccustomed to such mannerisms being directed your way. He chuckled lowly at your bashfulness, taking your chin in hand to direct your stare back to his own. Any minute now, while your eyes were on one another you thought he'd just fuck you and get it over with. You opened your mouth to speak, but a meek and tiny gasp left you when Price had began to lower himself.

"What are you-"

You interrupted yourself when he'd removed your pyjama bottoms, only leaving your damp panties clinging to you. His hands moved to your sides again, slowly sliding your undergarments down your legs. Your head was swimming, surroundings becoming a sickening spin.

He suddenly had two of his deft fingers push against your slick, teasing the entrance before plunging in. You gasped, hands at the edge of the desk as leverage. His mouth quickly replaced his fingers, licking a long stripe and catching your clit in his mouth. You couldn't hide the moan that left you, hands scrambling to tug at his short brown tendrils. His mouth on you was such an unexpected occurrence, the coarse hair of his beard scratching against you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

You yanked his head backward, stumbling over your words, "Wait, y-you don't have to do," a low curse left you when he'd returned his fingers now, both his mouth and digits pleading you immensely. "don't have t'do this." You mumbled, thighs closing around him as a reflex.

"I want to." A brief break, staring straight at you through shorter lashes before delving right back into your wanting heat. One of his hands moved your thigh, since it was beginning to slowly suffocate him under the plush flesh.

He removed his fingers, wrapping his arms around your legs to push you closer against his face. You squeaked in surprise, fingers digging into his scalp in expectation for what he'd do next.

"C'mere lieutenant."

You stilled, honestly forgetting that Ghost had even been present, living up to his callsign. You didn't want him to be there, to see you getting pleasured by another man, by someone who wasn't him.

Yet, he'd practically materialised by your side in an instant.

His eyes, dark and cruel as always, hadn't been on you. Always on your body, never you. Straight past you and that ghostly thing inside, that's all you've ever been to him, right? Something to keep his cold self warm. You've always done such a stellar job at it, too.

"Look at her."

Your eyes shifted lower, down to your superior in a newfound shock. The ambient lighting framing his face in such a way where he looked so sharp, so pretty, something that wasn't yours. His mouth lightly glistened with your arousal, teasing your sensitive inner thigh with a gentle bite.

"She's a delicate thing." Ghost quietly responded, sounding impassive to the entire situation. Yet, his gloved hand was in a tightened fist at being so close to you, watching and hearing you moan and cry out for someone else.

A thing, that's all you'd be for him, though. An object that he could summon at his side to straddle and sit atop him, to please him and not mention a single word about it the very next day. You wanted to be something more, and you knew that humans are a creature of habit but hell, you wanted to break this cursed cycle and start anew.

Price chuckled from beneath you, his fingers never stopping their scissoring motion inside of you, "She is, already got her cryin'."

Your hands flew to your face, touching just under your tired eyes and utterly surprised at feeling those big tears cascade over your lashes. You hadn't even noticed, how fucking embarrassing. Showing yourself like this in front of your damn boss.

The two continued to speak, but you weren't listening, focused on how Price's long and thick fingers never stopped moving inside of you. How occasionally he'd start to lick and lap at your warmth, groaning deeply and muttering something. His hands would spread your thighs apart as he continued to eat at you like he'd been withheld from any sort of nourishment for decades, finding you as the most delectable thing.

You couldn't take it, whimpering his name before tugging at his hair once more, throwing your head back and letting nothing short of a scream leave you. Your body jolted, thighs closing in on Price as his tongue was unrelenting, continuing to lick at your slick folds and occasionally wrap his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. You had to try to pull him back and beg him to stop, little sniffles leaving you as you pleaded with him.

He obliged, though he chose to tease you a bit by leaving a few stray licks at you before rising to his feet. He peeled his shirt off and wiped his face from your arousal, eyes catching yours as he met you with a warm stare. He always did have the kindest eyes.

"Well, let me ask you, then." His eyes lingered on you for a moment, before turning to Ghost, "Those tears, were they from pleasure or pain?" Something, joy or sorrow, had been left unspoken.

You hurriedly spoke, not wanting him to answer, for fear of what he would say. For fear if it would be the truth, because even you hadn't known, "Well, I think I just cry easy, sir." You nervously mumbled, stare flickering intermittently at the two men. Price chuckled lowly, coaxing you off of the desk to stand next to him. The difference of size now that you'd been sandwiched right in between the two was, noticeable.

"C'mon love. That's not true," His tone was far from reprimanding, but instead a silent inquiry of wanting the truth. He'd already known the answer from the hesitance within Ghost.

"You don't know," He stilled, hanging his shirt over his shoulder, "or maybe you just don't like the answer?"

You'd wanted to interrupt again, to say something, fucking anything. An inquiry of your own had been created, why did it matter? Why does it matter?

"Don't think the answer matters." Fucking mind reader.

Price scoffed, "Course it fuckin' does."

Price's hand was back on your face, and you couldn't help but soften right into his touch again. He wiped your mostly dried tears, caressing your cheek and watching your face express a feeling of pure content.

"Treat 'er like she's not just anything, but something. Something to you."

You wanted to ask just how he'd grown so knowing at your complex relationship with his subordinate. You know that Ghost wouldn't run around boasting about you, since the two of you weren't an item. Yet, whenever you'd gotten close with another potential partner, you'd feel it in the way that his hands were on your hips, how his thrusts snapped against you and how he drove himself so deep. He was envious, and that was his way of showing you, of telling you through something that was worth more than words.

It couldn't be that difficult to pick up on.

You knew this matter wouldn't be solved in a single night, or potentially ever. So, you'd do what you were good at. Fucking your feelings away, because facing them head on was something that you'd cower away from, a tremble striking down to your very skeletal system.

You needed to shut Price up and stop him from coercing more answers from Ghost. So, you pulled him into you again, kissing him and threading your fingers through those short locks. He hummed appreciatively, clearly enjoying that you were beginning to take charge and quit being so timid. You jumped into his arms, feeling him attach his hands at your thighs to ensure you had been stable.

His hips rolled against your heat, feeling his length press into you. Your moans had been swallowed up by him, his tongue pushing into your mouth while you both kissed one another sloppily. You hugged him closer, it wasn't feasible, he was already chest to chest with you. You wanted to feel him, feel him in a way that you'd never feel Ghost. You'd always wanted to be held gently as he fucked into you, to take his stare and mould it into an endearing one as he littered your face with kisses. You knew it was just a foolish fantasy.

But for now, you could live it out with Price.

He lightly set you down on your feet, pressing another kiss against your eager lips. He softly bit your bottom lip as he moved behind you, softly pushing you down to your knees in front of one of his spare leather chairs in his office.

"On all fours sweetheart," His hands trailed over your body, once again coaxing you to lower yourself further. "Ghost, s'down." You heard Price settle himself down onto his knees right behind you, spreading your legs a bit before wading in one of his thick fingers into your heat. Your pose faltered, wanting to ask him why the two, three of you couldn't go somewhere more comfortable. Preferably where you didn't have to be on the ground.

As Price's fingers continued to slide into you and bring more sounds out of you, Ghost had seated himself right in front of you. You were sure he enjoyed the sight of you, beneath him and ready, wanting, to serve, like always.

You weren't often on your knees for Ghost, since he had been more inclined to just fucking you and calling it a day. Though, he would at times ask, rather, command, that you'd drop everything and please him. Who were you to say no? Especially when you'd enjoyed it almost as much as he had. You absolutely adored whenever you'd been the reason that you could take some stress off of him. That you'd been the reason as to why when Soap had told Ghost some corny joke, you swore you heard the faintest of a laugh instead of silence.

That had been enough.

Even if your feelings had been unrequited, at least you'd served a purpose for him. Further than the ability to treat him medically, crossing into an unforgiving yet beneficial territory.

You heard the sound of a belt and zipper from behind you, having you instinctively cant your hips back. Price chuckled quietly at seeing just how desperate and needy you'd been, halting your movements with a heavy palm at your hip.

You felt his tip press at your cunt, using your own slick as lubricant. From what you felt, he'd been big, thick and girthy. And when he'd began to push himself into you with a low grunt, you didn't bother hiding the moan that slipped past your lips. He filled your insides, stretching you perfectly, he'd been big, a bit painful to take initially, but doable. Not like the borderline impossible feat of taking Ghost for the very first time.

You held your breath, awaiting for Price to bottom out inside of you, feeding his cock into your greedy pussy inch by inch. The sensation of pleasure increasing tenfold as he continued to stuff you full of him, every vein dragging against your velvety walls having you cry out to him. You laid your head against Ghost's thigh, not realising what an idiotic action it'd been, or maybe you just didn't care. Either way, he'd allowed it, for some reason.

The endless praise of Price was better than you could've ever imagined, his usual deep and confident voice sounding strained, attempting to keep his own gruff sounds to himself. His hands were at your hips now, holding you in place and anchoring himself to you, beginning to set a welcomed pace.

He fucked you slow, slower than you'd typically experienced. He'd done so in such a way that you'd been able to savour the action. Able to get accustomed to the sting of his thick cock inside of you, accustomed to how he spoke to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your tears away and telling you what an amazing job you'd been doing, taking him like this.

You'd been sobbing nearly right away, the feeling of his cock ravaging your insides too much. Your little ramblings of "Too much, s'too much," only fuelling his need to please you, his slow pace quickening ever so slightly. Your tears wet Ghost's sweatpants, glittering and salty drops temporarily staining the gray material.

You felt you release become imminent, the familiar rhythm becoming unbearably pleasurable. But when you felt Ghost wipe away one of your stray tears, looking down at you with some form of newfound adoration and reverence, you truly couldn't take it. Your heart felt like it was going to erupt within your chest cavity, why now did he pick to look at you in such a way? You cried out, an odd mixture of both of their names from your tongue as you shook, back arching and hips pulling back into Price as you felt your orgasm wash over you, striking you with an unforgiving hand.

You heard him groan deeply, his speed only hastening, assisting you in riding out your orgasm. Your head had still laid on Ghost's leg, eyes etched shut as you swayed back and forth, small cries leaving you occasionally.

You were moved away from Ghost by his gloved hand, his palm holding your chin as he slipped his waistband down, just enough so his cock could spring out and hit his abdomen. His thumb split your lips, and you were eager to please, accepting the large digit and enclosing your mouth over it, sucking lightly. The leather taste had you wanting more, something better.

You backed your head up, removing his finger from your mouth, "Just give it to me already," You huffed, not usually so bratty and commanding with Ghost, or anyone for that matter. He seemed to like the fact that your true wants and needs took higher priority over your image.

"Ask nicely."

"Please," Breathy and whiny, not holding any weight to it.

He scoffed, taking ahold of his heavy cock in his freehand, "Don't sound too convincin'. Usually you're not shy about beggin'."

Of course, this had been the truth, but Price hadn't needed to be aware of this. He laughed behind you, stilling his movements momentarily, buried deep inside of you, "Didn't take you for one to beg, love." He kissed the back of your neck, trailing lower and lower.

"I'm not," you shyly muttered, suddenly crying out in discomfort when Price's cock hit right against your cervix. He quickly apologised, but whilst your mouth had been open, Ghost had practically shoved his cock into your mouth, slightly choking you with his sheer size.

He grunted, his hands gripping the armrests as your throat constricted around his dick. It was difficult to think with two cocks inside of you, but you couldn't help but watch Ghost. Watch his hands, grasping at the armrests with purchase as you continued to suck him. Not having to do too much movement, since your boss had been fucking you from the back, moving you up and down over Ghost.

You noticed how hard it was for him to touch you, too.

It was unclear how this was supposed to make you feel, part of you was filled with glee and the other had been solemn and saddened. Though, now wasn't a time for feelings, was it?

You slowly took more of his cock, your lips stretched over him and feeling your throat bulge out was dizzying. His everything was intoxicating, the skin and salt taste of him had you fighting off the urge to choke and get him out of you.

He slid far past your uvula, your hand squeezing your thumb being the reason for your gag reflex not triggering. You wanted to show him that you'd go great lengths for him, even if he wouldn't dare do the same. It didn't matter, because you'd really do absolutely anything for him, anything to ensure that he'd been pleased not only with you, but because of you.

It seemed that watching Price with you earlier on had made Ghost on edge, throwing his head back and groaning. "Takin' me so fuckin' good." He uttered, voice gravelly and accent heavier while his big cock continued to ease into your throat, feeling the way you so fervently sucked him off. The sole sounds of skin slapping against skin, the slurping of your mouth around Ghost's cock, and the mixture of moans of the three of you filled the room. You'd be lucky if nobody heard you all.

Your jaw was beginning to become sore, practically enforcing it to unhinge just to take him to so deep. If anything, you'd been astonished at both of their stamina, not yet even orgasming a single time, while you were about to unravel for a third.

Though, it seemed that your point was going to be disproven, as you felt Price's pace begin to falter. Not only this, but what he'd been saying had been totally radical and not like him at all.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me, so," He cursed, his words stringing along pathetically as his thrusts were brutal and unforgiving. "so fuckin' tight, oh, fuck..." You wished that you'd been able to see his facial expressions, twisting into the purest of pleasure, getting lost inside of your soft pussy.

They were alike in that regard, being rather talkative during sex. But otherwise, they each had their own stark differences. They were both stern, used to leading others and ensuring the safety of their team. But Price was so gentle and warm to you, while Ghost was harsh and cold. But you'd chase after him in the heaviest of coats regardless, because although your feelings had been conflicting, you couldn't fathom not being at his side.

Your eyes finally made contact with Ghost's, who had been looking down at you the entirety of the time whilst he'd been lodged down your throat. His hand twitched, pointer finger reaching outwards, such a small movement, yet you'd seen it. He yearned for you, just as you'd yearned for him.

So why was it so painful for the both of you, then?

Price doubled over you, thrusts becoming sloppy as his fat cock continued to ram into your womb again and again. He chanted the same thing over and over again, low and gruff, lost on both you and Ghost, unfortunately.

"Ah, fuck, so close, 'm so fuckin' close, sweetheart." His forehead connected to the back of your midsection, the drag of him against your wet heat snug and deep inside you almost had you finishing once again, too.

He suddenly moaned, loud, louder than any you've coaxed from him tonight. It had even caught the attention of Ghost, his eyes piercing his leader, his stare challenging.

"Not inside."

You whimpered, muffled whilst your mouth had been occupied by his twitching length. He looked down at you for a brief second, brows furrowed and looking angered. So irate with the thought of not only another individual fucking you, but finishing inside of you, claiming you in the most primal and raw way.

The reason, it had been unknown. Why he had continued to parade around and act like you weren't his. Then, behind closed doors own and operate you like a marionette. But, he had been the most experienced puppeteer you'd ever seen, manoeuvring you in the most expert ways.

Much to your dismay, Price had listened, hammering shallowly into your pussy once, twice, thrice- before hurriedly pulling out of you, stroking himself with ferocity before groaning deeply, releasing his seed onto your naked back in thick and pretty white ropes. He hadn't moved, hands still attached to your hips as he tried to catch his breath, bare chest heaving while he had been covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

"Did so good, fuckin' wonderful." He kissed the back of your neck, reaching under to circle your clit in tight and smooth motions. You let out a muted cry, arching your back and pushing your hips towards him in an unconscious effort.

Price had continued to infinitely praise you, kissing all over your body and leaving light marks. Not like the kind Ghost would make, the kind that were deep and horrendous to view, no. The ones that would be light, would have you lightly touching the area and reminiscing about such a night.

"Yeah, she- fuck, did. Did a good job."

You'd been wholeheartedly shocked that Ghost would ever say anything remotely like this, directed towards you, of all people. It didn't matter though, you'd take any little victories at this point.

Price continued to slip his fingers into your pussy and rub your clit, just as you'd continued to lick and suck at Ghost's cock. Lips pursing around his tip, sucking between a fine line of harshly and softly, watching and hearing him respond to your ministrations.

It was when you'd taken him as deep as you could, when he'd loudly cursed, hands itching to touch you, yet confined and shackled to their place at the armrest. His cock twitched inside of your mouth and again, another string of words, unintelligible to you, left his covered lips. You took him deep, feeling his cum in your throat.

"Swallow, fuckin' swallow it for me."

You would listen, as always.

You took him out of your mouth, still semi-hard, dick shiny with your saliva. You swallowed his seed, not allowing a single drop of it to be wasted. You opened your mouth to show him, revelling in the deep hum he let out, pleased.

When Price had curled his fingers inside of you, brushing up against that abused spot inside of you, you silently finished over his fingers. Crying out quietly to him, head hanging low in between Ghost's thick legs.

You stayed like that for a moment, hearing as Price had cleaned himself, picking up his loosely discarded clothing scattered around the ground. After dressing himself, he then moved to tidy his office, and even you up. The soft rag against you had felt nice, and the caring effort from Price was enough to make your head spin.

You and Ghost hadn't moved, his hands not on you, and yours not on him. No matter how much they each had wanted to find their way to both you and him. They would never, only doing so in moments of passion.

What neither of you had been aware of, was that even though many of your behaviours had deviated from one another, your convoluted feelings remained the same for each other. Something that was painfully obvious to other individuals.

Never to you.

Never to him.

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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-nsfw/smut-

it was seemingly innocent in your eyes- but that was it, in your eyes. a simple touch from a man who hadn’t been him.

you’d been pressed against ghost, forced to sit still upon his lap, his thick cock deep within your cunt. his gloved hands stuck on your hips, gluing you to your spot.

“please, move,”

he ignored you, not even glancing in your very direction, he’s so mean. you couldn’t bear to sit still anymore, the stretch of him within you nearly tortuous. your hands had been attached to his clothed shoulders, your stature beginning to crumble as your mind had been focused on a single thing.

“simon, i’m sorry, please,”

he looked at you then, a thumb absentmindedly tracing gentle shapes into your naked hip. it had been a stark antithesis of what was his stare, harsh and cruel. he hummed, a teasing sound of thought, making you seem like he was actually contemplating your words.

“you don’t sound it.”

you reached to grasp at his balaclava, trying to pull it upwards before getting your wrist seized within his grasp. “please, please i am sorry, i’m sorry, simon.”

he brought your hand back to his shoulders before letting it go. he watched you, seeming to be unperturbed as your entire being began to lightly tremble, the feeling of his cock pressing right into your womb dizzying.

you attempted to lift your hips, desperate for any friction from him. but, his hands upon your body were unmoving, strong and set in stone on your bare skin. you worried your lip, truly not knowing what he’d wanted from you. your mind wasn’t working as it was supposed to, brain scrambled and broken.

“please, just move,” you felt the tears begin to form, becoming too heavy upon your lashes and cascading over your waterline.

you looked up at his eyes, honeyed and dark, full of desire and want. he was just as affected as you, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you until you had seen stars- he was just better at hiding it.

“so needy.”

you whined, hugging him closer and feeling his arm wrap around you, starting to lift you over him. dragging his thick and veiny cock out of your pussy agonisingly slow. you whimpered quietly, nails biting into his biceps. the two of you hadn’t even been on a mattress- fucking on your shared sofa. your jacket still on your shoulders, the urgent need to be buried in your heat taking over ghost’s senses. he’d pushed into your space and had you split open over his cock, wanting to have you moan and cry his name, but he remained unmoving.

but, with your cunt squeezing him so fucking tight- he groaned, a frustrated and gravelly sound, angered at the fact that he’d given in on his urges- primal and animalistic. you’d been easily manoeuvred, lifted like you were weightless, his dick pressing against your cervix, making you bite back a sound of discomfort.

“too much, hm?”

you nodded, the switch of pace from slow to quick making your surroundings fuzzy. again, you looked up at him, eyes expressive, telling you that he’d been smiling underneath that mask.

“take it.”

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opluffys · 2 years ago

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Mentor + Mentee-

-second part-

somethin quick, this was posted to my archive first as usual. pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. enjoy!!! :)

tags- thigh riding, vaginal sex, creampie, rough sex, toxic relationship, fem reader.

3.5k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-nsfw/smut-

Hanging up and tossing the heavy wired phone onto your desk, you groaned in pure exasperation. The paperwork on your desk seemed endless, the monotonous and drab of black ink on bright white paper burning your irises, enforcing a migraine on you.

You've just gotten off the phone with, whoever the fuck, discussing the possibility of getting an assistant to help you with the excess of paperwork you've been filling out as of late. You were a doctor, your main job consisted of ensuring your patients didn't bleed out under your steady and careful hand. It was already hard enough, and now you had the added stress of the sneering stack of papers mocking you.

You clicked the ballpoint pen, bouncing your leg as the tip of the pen hit the paper, dark ink pooling and bleeding through the thin material. Your grip tightened just then, the bouncing of your leg increasing tenfold as your thoughts ran wild.

And as you continued to think, you remembered a crucial detail.

The Task Force, fuck, they're coming back today. From some mission, and you're sure Gaz told you all about it while you gave him a routine checkup, but for the life of you, you couldn't remember the main gist of it.

You didn't want to face them, face him.

•

Biting back a wail of pain as you removed the intravenous line from Soap's arm, you heard Gaz howl in laughter from the spare cot he rested on. Which had garnered him an angered stare by Soap.

"You're such a baby," Gaz laughed, turning on his side to stare right at both you and Soap.

"Fuck off." Soap gritted, hissing in agony as you continued to stitch up his lesion.

"You gonna make me?" He teased, his stare not faltering on Soap's. He glared at him, about to retaliate with his own quip before you proceeded to wipe his wound clean, the sterile stench of the antiseptic flooding your nostrils. He let out a muted scream, his good arm covering the top half of his face.

"Keep still, Johnny." You huffed, adjusting the surgical mask pulled over your features. Gaz seemed to be having a field-day at watching the scene unfold, a smug smile on his lips.

"Gaz, I can stop the morphine drip, you know." You hummed, a hidden smile of your own forming. He looked at you, a glint of fear striking his honey eyes. You held back the urge to laugh, you enjoyed teasing both of these boys in your office, and you knew the three of you were aware that you'd never do anything to bring them more pain.

"Sorry ma'am."

Now it was Soap's turn to laugh, and you discarded your surgical gloves while hearing the two hurl crude insults at one another. They provided decent white noise, and you'd take that over the deafening silence of your rampant thoughts whilst your pen danced elegantly over the various documents.

The two eventually quieted down, a tranquil silence over them as you watched the pain medication take effect on their bodies. Not even five minutes passed before you heard them snore loudly, all cuddled up into the scratchy hospital blankets.

It'd been a couple of days since the entirety of the Task Force had returned. You've only been treating Gaz and Soap, your full attention on them. Usually, you would treat them all, but you honestly didn't want to face Ghost one on one. So, to take some heat off of you, you asked another medic to tend to both Price and Ghost. Just so he didn't feel like you'd singled him out.

But, your attempts would be in vain.

•

Stretching and hearing your joints and ligaments pop in relief, you slumped over the desk, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you filed the last group of papers. Both Gaz and Soap had left your office today, thanking you for taking care of them (after raiding your lollipop drawer).

So, you sat alone, the small swooshes of air against your body feeling welcomed, the ceiling fan above creaking with every spin. All you'd have to do now was stamp the final line of the packet, ensuring you've read over the contents carefully, and then you were free. Free to run into the uncomfortable and ill-fitting confines of your bunk.

You were lost in the work, so much so you hadn't even noticed the hulking figure taking up most of the space within your office.

"You're avoidin' me."

You nearly shrieked in terror, almost developing a fatal case of tachycardia as you held your hand over your rapidly beating heart.

"What?" Part of you wasn't really surprised that Ghost had managed to sneak up on you, it was his job, after all.

"You're avoidin' me," He repeated, stepping closer to you in large and fluid strides.

"No, I'm not avoiding you. Don't be ridiculous." Yes, I am.

"Actin' all innocent on me," He was right across from you now, his large hands resting on the cheap and fake wood of your desk, hearing it creak under his weight, "we both know that's not the truth."

"It is." It isn't.

"Get up." He commanded, and you knew that tone, that authoritarian inside of him being twisted and used against you in a way that it shouldn't.

"I'm busy." Liar.

"I won't ask again."

You shuddered lightly, telling yourself that it was just because of the excessive air from the ceiling fan skating across your heated skin. But you knew such a thing was a falsified truth.

"What? What is so important that-"

"Come over here." He hushed you before you could even finish your sentence, seating himself on a sterilised and neatly prepped cot. It was all too familiar, to the point where that same damned familiar throbbing and heat was felt in between your legs.

Your legs shook, hesitating to even take a single step towards Ghost, your mind and body both telling you different things. It was tearing you apart in the most agonising and tortuous way.

Still, you'd made you way towards him, standing idly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him. A scowl formed on your lips, eyes flickering to his chilled demeanour. You hated how he was always so calm- so tranquil and at ease, like he wasn't feeling the same things you were, maybe because he's not, at least not for you.

"Sit." He spread his massive legs, indicating exactly where he'd wanted you. You listened wordlessly, taking a seat on his muscled thighs, your hands fisting into your scrubs.

"Make it quick," You huffed, now attempting to remove your uniform, "I have a lot to do." You sighed, fingers hooking at your waistband and pulling down, or at least you'd attempted to do so, being stopped by a harsh hand encapsulating both of your wrists.

He held your hip with his lone hand, beginning to slide you over the thick muscle of his thigh, hearing you gasp in shock. His eyes pierced your own, roughly continuing to move you atop him, the material of both your scrubs and panties against your clit overwhelming.

The both of you continued to stare at one another, your breath quickening as you felt that cursed familiarity of your orgasm creeping up on you with silent strides. Your hands were still stuck in Ghost's firm grasp, wanting nothing more than to grab at him, to pull his mask forward and kiss him like you'd perish without it. Without him.

Just thinking of such a scenario had you reeling, your hips jerking as you felt your clit being rubbed just by his thigh alone. The feeling of his as well as your uniform dragging against that sensitive nub making your mind go hazy.

As you felt your release become imminent, he stopped his movements, unshackling your hands from his grip. He hastily tore your uniform, something of which he'd only done when he was particularly angered. With you or his mission, you had no clue.

His cruel stare on you was discomforting, he looked at you like you were a piece of meat- something subhuman. Just a body to warm his cock, and how fitting your thoughts were- because he quickly slipped his own bottoms down, revealing his erect cock for a split second before burying himself inside of you.

Always so rushed, hurried and lacking any control. A crude opposition to him on the field.

You suppressed a high pitched moan, hands itching to touch him, to ground yourself against him and ride him until your thighs would burn akin to hellfire. He let out a deep grunt, his hand slapping the excess flesh at your ass, bouncing you atop him like you had been weightless.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were familiar with the fact that you were just Ghost's stress reliever. How he'd prowl into your office during the late hours to bend you over any surface and fuck you until muted screams left your lips.

For a while, you didn't mind it at all.

In actuality, you'd enjoyed such a thing. You felt an odd sense of honour swell in your chest, at the sole fact that he'd chosen you. He chose your body to hold onto, to whisper vile and cruel things in your ear, to grab at your body like that was all you were- a body. Void of a soul, a conscious, anything.

Being his personal fuck-doll had its ups and downs, where he'd make you orgasm more times than you could count, fucking you until you cried. But the polar opposite, of when he'd leave dark purples on your thighs, your hips, neck, fucking everywhere.

Like he was doing now.

You felt his hands roam around your softer body, catching at the fat of your hips, anchoring himself to you and bouncing you atop his thick and girthy cock with fervour. It was as if he didn't know the extent of his raw strength, already biting dark hues of purple into your soft and delicate skin.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your body struggled not to slump forward, flush against his strong chest. You didn't touch him, you swore you wouldn't. He didn't deserve it. A pathetic little thing you told yourself, just so you didn't get attached, because there was nothing more you'd yearned for to hold him like a lover did. To wrap your arms around him and feeling him lovingly piston into you, to kiss your cheek tenderly while your wet insides squeezed him with a vengeful grasp.

It's all too late, anyway.

He stopped, grabbing your chin and watching as your eyes popped open in disillusion.

"Eyes on me," Low, accented tone gravelly as he commanded you.

How dare he, your eyes met his instantaneously. Watching intently as his platinum lashes rested on his zygoma for a millisecond before opening back up to look at you. To look into you, to pick you apart, seemingly, until you turned to nothing. An obedient creature glued to his side, aching knees and jaw being ignored as you served him, like the good little thing you were.

His strained sounds were heard, quiet groans and animalistic sounding grunts as he thrusted upwards, bashing into your womb again and again. It hurt so good and you fucking hated it. You hated how just sole eye contact alone would have you naked and pressed against his clothed chest, fat cock stretching your insides.

Fuck, you loved it.

You absolutely adored it, being stuffed full of him, his mushroom tip pressing flush against your womb. Loved the bruises, the blemishes he's caused. His markings, claiming you as his, his plaything. Like an infants grubby hands over a shiny new toy, slobbering all over it and showing everyone that it was theirs.

No, you'd repeat, whilst being lifted off of him, your hands linked with each other behind your back, before being brought back down to him. Heavy cock twitching inside your tight walls, slick coating his dick, veiny and big, always reaching new spots inside of you. Spots that had searing stars incandescently tug at your vision.

Conflicting emotions, a curse, something that'd have you lay awake at night. Lay in your own cot, or sat next to an ill patient. Thinking about him, wondering, perhaps he was thinking of you, too.

How laughable.

Your eyes wandered, the interminable connection of your irises to his inadmissible. His eyes were always so eloquent, nearly showing what he'd been thinking. You couldn't stand it. You enjoyed the mask, enjoyed not seeing his face, because then, it'd be that much more personal. He wouldn't be Ghost to you anymore, he'd be someone, someone more than just a bed warmer.

Would you, though?

He squeezed your hips, garnering your attention to him once more. His brows furrowed, a thin sheet of sweat encompassing the two of you. He continued to fuck into your slick heat, revelling in how you always took him so well, as he said. Drunk off of you alone, and it was one of those nights.

"Fuckin' made for me,"

Just a slip of the tongue.

But no, you took that and ran with it, lungs burning while your legs continued to sprint. Oh, how you wished that was the case. You were tethered to him for a single purpose, for him to empty himself into you, to lay you across the hospital cot and fuck you from the back, always feeling him so deep. A place where no other man could dare to traverse, could never reach, anyway.

Was it on purpose?

Moulding you to his shape, getting you accustomed (it was always impossible anyways, taking him) to his cock. To spite you when you settled down, found a man who would love you, who would care for you. He wouldn't be enough, because Ghost already left his mark.

You were knocked out of your thoughts, thankfully, when you felt his gloved fingers begin to rub tight circles into your clit. His eyes now studied where the two of you had been joined, watching as your greedy pussy would always desperately pull his girth back in for more, a pathetic beg, don't leave.

You suddenly wailed, your hands grabbing his broad shoulders for purchase as your body shook. Toes curling, back arching as your eyes etched shut, sparkly tears trailing down your heated cheeks. You came hard against him, your essence coating his cock as he fucked you relentlessly, low and deep growls rumbling through his chest. He cursed, feeling your velvety insides continuing to take him deeper inside, he's already giving it all to you but fuck, you want more, you want it all.

"Such a greedy little thing."

He always knew what you were thinking.

"Love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Yes, no, yes, no-

"When I fill you up, fuckin' love it, don't you," He groaned, throwing his head back as he buried himself deep within you, nearly invading the inside of your womb as his warm and thick seed filled you. Marking you so that no other man could ever- would ever, do something striking even to him. Such a cruelty, acting like you'd belonged to him. You didn't know what he'd looked like, only aware of his name from medical records.

"Always so good for me."

And you hated how that had been the unvarnished truth.

•

You stared at your hands, ungloved and bare. Soft, skilled, shaking.

Why?

You'd touched him, in a way you swore you wouldn't ever. You'd expected to be thrown off, to be looked at as scum, worse than such a thing.

It was an accident, you didn't mean to. You weren't thinking straight, it was unfeasible with him splitting you open atop his lap. You just needed to ground yourself against him, for fear of falling, pathetic excuses.

A rueful thing you'd been over the next days, your usual adept hands quivering and trembling as you'd treated some of your patients.

You heard the click of a door open, and your posture snapped up, glossy eyes searching for who entered your space.

A breath of relief as it had just been Price.

You snapped a fresh pair of gloves on, bright blue going well with your dark scrubs. You led him to a cleaned cot, asking him just what the problem had been.

"Nothin' much, love." You loathed yourself for how your heart desired him to call you more pet names. To fill in Ghost's shadow and take care of you, as the natural leader he was. You were sure he'd be excellent at doing so.

"Missed your stitches, though." He huffed, relaxing into the bed as you ran an intravenous line for him just in case.

You looked at him, a quizzical glint in your eye. "My medic didn't take good care of you two?" Just you-

"Oh, no, didn't mean it like that." He looked penitent, kind eyes trailing over you before returning back to your stare. "Just meant that you know me better, sweetheart."

It was the truth, you were the Task Force's doctor, after all. It was just an innocent compliment of how good of a physician you'd been. Yet, you felt dizzy, the room a pirouette as you forced yourself to become calm.

"I'll keep that in mind next time, Price." You smiled, motioning for him to lift his shirt to check his lesions and other deep gashes that required attention. Your medic had done a good job, stitching and sterilising his wounds. But, the stitches were beginning to loosen, and you didn't need the wound becoming infected.

Your touches on him were always solicitous on him, more so than the others. Your gloved fingertips gentle on his muscled body, your stare wrongfully looking at his abs, lower and lower to that mesmerising trail of h-

"Gaz and Soap again?" He questioned, his gruff voice shaking you.

You looked at him confused, before he nodded towards the empty jar of sweets. You hadn't even noticed, they must've done so when you were out of the room, those stealthy bastards.

"Had to be," You laughed, making a mental note to restock the jar, "sorry you didn't get one."

"S'alright love." He hummed, his striking blues closing as you redid the stitches over his abdomen, watching as his stomach twitched in response to your careful and airy touch.

You finished quickly, removing your gloves and tossing them in a spare bin. You questioned if he'd wanted the extra fluids and medication, but he'd declined, thanking you for patching him up.

You motioned to clean your station, grabbing the bag of saline fluid before it had popped open, spilling all over your top. You cursed in vexation, more angry at the lost supplies rather than your soiled uniform.

Price quickly was at your side, spare cloth in hand as he attempted to clean the saline from your scrubs. "It's fine," You said, not used to being so close to him. His scent was intoxicating, that hint of smoke already having you feel utterly addicted to his presence alone.

He brushed you off, offering his services as he continued to dry you off. The cloth caught on the neck of the scrubs, pulling the material just below your clavicle, just where that array of purple lay, unperturbed on your skin. He let out a rushed apology, fixing you to look decent, his demeanour so focused on you.

Normally, it was the other way around.

But it felt nice being the one taken care of, for once.

•

Tossing your uniform into the laundry, you felt nice in a new set of clothes. No longer being confined to scrubs, but instead a comfortable cotton outfit against you. You eyed yourself in the mirror, clicking your tongue in distaste. Dark rings of purple running around the underside of your eyes, looking as if you haven't slept in years. Hell, it felt that way, too.

You'd had a long day, full of monotonous paperwork, sobbing soldiers who had flooded your office, crying for their mothers, and the thoughts of both Ghost and Price so tiring. You were giddy to finally be able to curl up into your bunk, drifting off into a dreamless sleep before your day would repeat at dawn.

And that was exactly what you had planned to do, to forget the days contents and reset and rest for the next.

But there Ghost was, at your door and telling you something, his words lost on you as you stared at him, balaclava pulled securely in place. Your eyes were fixed on his shoulders, right where you'd touched.

He beckoned you on to follow after him, and you wanted to plant your feet to the floor. To tell him no, to tell him that you had better things to do than to get fucked by him tonight.

Of course, you didn't do any of that.

Instead, you followed his lead, not asking a single question the entire way.

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Taken For a Ride-

this was meant to be shorter but i kinda ran with it lol. posted first to my archive, pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. pls enjoy!!!! :)

tags- jealousy, multiple orgasms, creampie, rough sex, hand jobs, vaginal sex, possessive sex/behaviour, size kink, praising, forced voyeurism, threats of violence, fem reader.

4.3k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-nsfw/smut-

Ghost's eyes were heavy on you, on your timid figure that shied away from another man's unwanted touch. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles blanching as his stare trailed to the man's hand attached to your shoulder, blouse wrinkling due to his harshness. Ghost's leg was rapidly moving up and down, not a nervous tick, more of an angered one.

Say something.

Hell, you didn't even need to say a single phrase, just flash your hand at your oppressor. Flash that huge glittering rock on your finger and no doubt he'd shy away.

But, you didn't do any of that.

Instead, Ghost watched as you sidestepped your coworker, knees wobbling as you tried to walk away atop your stiletto heels. You quickly regained your balance, but you found yourself against the man's chest, hands at your side as he 'helped' you stand straight.

Ghost knew, though. He knew that it had been just a sorry fucking excuse to lay a single hand on you. To feel how soft you were, to see if you'd melt into his touch, but to his exultation, you recoiled away. As if the hottest flame licked at your smooth skin, burning you and leaving the ugliest of scars.

But, that touch was enough for the man. He got to feel your waist, he got to feel the flesh of your ass in that stupid fucking miniskirt that you complained to Ghost about over and over again. No, this man had gotten to feel you. Something that wasn't his, would never be his.

As nice as you were, you shrugged it off, waving him away. Ghost's stare never strayed away from you, and his grasp on the wheel loosened ever so slightly at seeing your eyes shine towards him. Your steps were giddy, walking happily to his ridiculously large vehicle and climbing in.

You looked tired, yet exuberance radiated from you. Your makeup still in pristine condition as you sighed, leaning back into the leather seat. "Hellish day, did I make you wait too long?"

You always were one to worry about others, you did make him wait too long, but you didn't need to know that. Didn't need another thing to worry about.

He only hummed lowly in response, his gaze now shifting over to the scum that had been your coworker. He climbed into his own car, smaller but just as expensive. He quickly pulled out of the large parking lot, and at this point, Ghost wasn't thinking straight, his hands shifting gears and on the steering wheel.

You hadn't noticed that Ghost was on your coworkers trail. Instead, you'd been watching out of the passenger window, blinking slowly in awe of the raw beauty that was the night sky. The glow of the stars always looked dull in comparison to you, the shine of your eyes looking like the most luxurious item.

Though, after about five minutes on an unfamiliar road, you then questioned him, about why the two of you weren't on the regular way home.

"Shortcut."

You then didn't ask anymore questions, just relaxing in your seat and watching Ghost drive.

•

To say that you were furious, a true understatement. For he knew that your true anger was resulted in silence, the argumentative status of your marriage at times reflecting this.

"What are we doing here," You started, jaw tensed at watching your coworker get out of his car and walk into his lavish looking townhome.

"Out." He left no room for a discussion. Zero room to attempt and calm him down, to reassure him and tell him it was nothing, you were plenty aware of what he'd been angered about.

You followed after Ghost, anger turning to pure distress and worry. The click of your heels echoed emptily into the void of the night. You quickly caught up to him, despite his ridiculously long legs making quick strides, leaving you to scramble behind his hulking figure.

Not a knock at his doorstep, but Ghost's fist struck at the mahogany of the door, his sleeve rolling up to reveal the dark ink that covered his veined arms. You worried your lip, looking up at him with the sweetest expression, for this scumbag, or your husband? He'd hold this against you later, no doubt about it.

"Simon, please." The crimson of your lipstick following your lips every word as your long lashes batted up at him. The way you so nicely, so cutely asked nearly made him listen to you, to turn back on his heel and drag you home with him. But the sadistic thing inside of him was telling him to stand his ground.

The two of you stood at your colleagues doorstep, awaiting for him to open up. And when he did, you couldn't hide the distressed look on your face.

His eyes lingered on your own for a moment too long, a moment in which you didn't notice, but Ghost did. He would notice for you, he would fight your battles for you, he'd do anything for you.

Ghost's stare on your coworker was harsh, and your colleague looked at him, head craning to just meet his gaze. Fear riddled his body, looking into the face of death himself.

"Come on then, love."

Your coworker clearly flinched at hearing Ghost's booming voice, eyes flickering over to you in confusion.

You stilled, unable to find your words. You were unaware of what you were supposed to say, anyway. Ghost will help you, though. That's what good husbands do, help out their little wives.

"You want her?"

You were utterly shocked at Ghost's succinct question, sounding more like a command to the shaking man.

"Excuse me?" His voice was frail, pathetic and meek sounding.

Ghost walked forward, while you followed directly behind him, cornering your colleague right in his own home. Something only Ghost was capable of, evidently.

You instinctively shut and locked the door behind you, joining Ghost at his side, unapologetic eyes meeting your coworkers harrowed ones.

"You want to fuck her? My wife?"

"What?! No, o-of course not!" His words were unconvincing to the two of you, looking powerless in a corner as he began to slide down the wall, tears in his eyes. He probably thought that Ghost was going to kill him. And oh, how he had wanted to. He'd shackle his huge hand around his thin neck and squeeze, not like how he'd squeeze you- lightly and hearing you moan and watching you writhe underneath him. He'd do it slowly, at a torturous pace while he witnessed the life drain out of him, a miasma of death surrounding your coworker while Ghost would pound into you. Proving and showing that you're his.

Ghost briefly left the room, just leaving you and your petrified coworker in the living quarters.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked, approaching with shaking steps. You had been well informed that Ghost had carried a jealous streak within him, and as ashamed and twisted as you were to admit such a thing, you somewhat enjoyed it.

You didn't even notice Ghost back next to you, grabbing your colleague by his collar, dragging him, as well as a heavy dining chair up the stairs. You were on his trail like a lost little kitten, the sound of your heels on the wooden steps deafening.

The two, rather, three of you went into the master bedroom, Ghost set the chair down and forced your coworker to sit. He grabbed a rope from whoever the hell knows where, and bound your colleague down to it. He began to shout and yell, telling Ghost to untie him, begging you to do something about it, to help him. You thought he was a man tortured from the way he'd been screaming.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth."

Immediately, his cries ceased, sitting still on the wooden chair, his tied hands stopping their attempts of escape. Your thighs squeezed against one another at his display of power, his rough tone instilling unadulterated trepidation into this man.

"You want her," Ghost slipped the small scarf from your neck, tying it around his eyes. It seemed as your perfumed and floral scent eased your coworkers edged nerves, as he relaxed under his confines slightly. Ghost noticed this, and it drove him absolutely fucking insane. "so I'll show you that you can't have her."

Ghost led you over to the neatly made bed, soft duvet covers underneath your short and revealing uniform. You kicked off your heels, hearing them clack loudly once they landed on the ground. You felt Ghost's gloved hand at your side, lifting your pencil skirt to peel off your already soaked panties. He brought you atop his lap, clearly able to feel his hard length through his jeans.

He lifted the bottom of his balaclava to expose his lips and his strong jaw, covered with stubble. He hungrily kissed you, red smearing over his own lips as teeth clacked and tongues meshed against one another. You didn't bother hiding the sweet moan that left your lips, swallowed by the man in front of you.

The two of you separated, a string of saliva still bonding you together. You leaned upwards and bit his bottom lip, planting a quick kiss against him as you continued to gyrate your hips against his erection.

"You'll never get to feel her lips against yours."

You heard the audible whine that left your coworker, being left in a room with his eyesight being temporarily taken, his hearing had been heightened. All he was able to hear was the wet smacking of lips against one another, and it was so clear to him, he could almost see the two of you together, kissing at one another desperately.

Your dainty fingers moved to toy with his belt, suckling at his neck as you slid it away from the hoops of his jeans. He leaned over to your shorter stature, lips at the shell of your ear, having you shiver against him.

"Impatient, are we?" He whispered, voice hoarse and low, such a teasing tone only for you to hear.

"So are you." You teased back, grabbing his impressive bulge through his boxers, before hurriedly taking his length out and into your hand. Hot and heavy, you stroked his thick cock, having him buck his hips against your hand while he groaned lowly.

You felt his hands begin to roam your body, following the ins and outs of your supple curves. He began to squeeze the flesh of your ass through that short skirt, hearing you whine lowly in response. He was just teasing you as you teased him. Slowly touching you as you were slowly pumping his length, thumb swiping across his engorged tip, smearing precum all over his large cock. He grunted deeply in your ear, slapping your ass harshly, your sharp moan egging him on.

"I want it, want it so bad," You broke first, feeling his hands wander at the meat of your thigh, his grip so harsh that he tore a hole in your stockings. You'd 'yell' at him later, knowing that he'd buy you a better pair.

"Go ahead and take it then."

Once you got the go ahead, you lifted your hips and lowered yourself onto his cock, splitting your pussy open due to the sheer size of him. The stretch of him inside was so good, borderline painful, but it had you bouncing atop him with fervor. Your whimpers and moans filled the room, Ghost's low grunts joining in as he felt your warm and wet heat snugly around his cock, squeezing him just perfectly.

"You'll never get to feel her tight little pussy."

The agonising scream that left your coworker had you reeling, pausing your ministrations. You attempted to turn around and see him, but Ghost took ahold of your zygoma, forcing you to turn back at him. His eyes were rough on you, look at me, only me.

Ghost then began to easily slide you atop him, slightly annoyed with your halting movements. His covered hands attached to the fat of your hip, manoeuvring you over his dick again and again, hearing you moan against his clothed pectoral muscles.

Your drooling pussy pulled his cock inside your gummy walls in desperation, his veiny cock dragging against your heat deliciously. Your mind was cloudy, filled with thoughts that were solely Ghost. Your only thoughts were just him him him.

Ghost grunted, whispering a praise out to you, hand clasping against your rear, squeezing the fat that remained there. You whined quietly, thighs beginning to burn as you rode him. He was just so fucking big, you had to lift yourself so high to get him balls-deep inside of you.

"Tired, 'm so tired, baby." You babbled nonsensically, throwing your arms over his neck, sinking down onto his cock before sitting still. The two of you feeling your essence drip down his cock and onto the both of your spread thighs.

"Got you dumb already?" His hands kneaded your cheeks now, easing the sting of his earlier slaps.

"Please, please. Need it so bad, need you to ruin me." You plead, bringing him lower to you to sloppily kiss one another. You felt his cock twitch deep inside of you, his head kissing your cervix as he stayed buried inside of you, enjoying the torturous hug of your heat.

"Can't say no to you, can I, sweet girl?" He hummed, thumb at your kiss-swollen lips. You eagerly took his covered digit into your mouth, the taste of smooth leather taking over your senses. "My good girl," He growled, having you respond with a muffled whimper due to his meaty thumb in your mouth.

"You'll never hear her beg for you."

You heard a sniffle come from behind you, and, he's crying, fuck. You began to feel sympathy eat at you, but another feeling was within you, one that you had been unaware of. Your husband, being the keen man he was, didn't miss the way you squeezed him tightly, and he wondered if you'd been enjoying this more than he was.

Ghost flipped you onto the bed, ass in the air while your head was buried in the mattress. This time, he had you facing your bound coworker, tears streaming down his face, your scarf beyond ruined. You felt so dreadful, as if you'd committed the most heinous crime. This man was just handsy with you, grabbing at your hips and ass, and Ghost just so happened to see once.

Now, he had an unfeasible debt to pay.

You felt Ghost's presence behind you. His heavy hand spreading your thighs further as you sunk down lower onto the king sized mattress. His engorged tip pressed at your slit, collecting more of your slick before pushing into you slowly. His fat cock slowly invaded your insides inch by inch, gummy walls having a vice grip on him, squeezing him just so fucking tight- just how he liked it.

"Tell me, pet," He grunted, accented voice heavy with lecherous intent, "did you like it when he touched you?" Ghost took your chin in his gloved hand, tilting your gaze to make contact with your colleague, whimpering pathetically as he sat still, shackled in his own home.

"No! No, just you Ghost, just you! Fuck, you feel so good, so deep inside," You stopped making sense long ago, brain turning to putty just due to your husbands touches and words. Yet, you still recalled to not say his real name in front of anyone else. "Such a smart and pretty girl you are." He praised, his honeyed words stroking your ego. You were pleasing him, too. You drove him mad, too. You made him come to such a length as this- to shackle your coworker just for touching you.

"Gonna give you what you want now, love."

You whimpered out to him, backing your hips against his stilled cock, throbbing steadily inside your warm walls. He chuckled at your desperation, hands attaching themselves to your hips.

His pace was wild, his hips slamming against your backside and watching your soft body recoil in response to his movements. Just in and out and in and out, your body moving accordingly to his rough thrusts. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, feeling his dick brush and drag against every sweet spot hidden within you. Only places that he had been aware of, your shorter and daintier fingers being unable to please you like he could.

Hell, he knew your own body better than you would ever. Ghost had been the most talented and brilliant musician, able to tweak and tune your body in return to hear you sing beautifully for him. Though, the best song that you played were whenever he plucked at your heartstrings, playing them as the most complex harp.

"You'll never touch her again."

A hard thrust from him behind you, knocking the air from your lungs. Your heart thrumming wildly in your thoracic, your own tears staining the duvet as he was buried so deep inside of you.

"You'll never feel how her hands are on you, so loving and careful."

His grip on your hips tightened possessively, hips continuing to slam into your wet heat haphazardly, yet with unknown precision. You cried out to him, whimpering the same 'Ghost, Ghost, Ghost,' again and again, every thrust frying your brain beyond repair.

"You'll never know her little signs, showing that she's so fuckin' close."

You whimpered against the quilted covers, drool leaving your painted lips (what remained of the lipstick, anyway), your back arching already more than it had been. You weren't the most flexible, but Ghost was able to bend you in any position he'd wanted, with minimal complaints from you.

Your etched shut eyes suddenly popped open, the loudest, most scandalous moan leaving your swollen lips, feeling Ghost's cock press tightly against your womb. You couldn't hold back anymore, toes curling, back arching, chest heaving as you finished onto his dick, a muted scream coming from you as you slumped forward and into the bed.

"You'll never get her to do, that, for you."

He leaned down to you, "You did so fuckin' good for me, love. So good." He kissed your cheek tenderly, before you turned to him and engaged in a sloppy and open mouthed kiss, all while he had shallowly thrusted into your cunt.

The two of you continued to steal each other's breath away. Swallowing one another's moans and groans as the messy kiss marched on, despite your needs of oxygen.

Your overstimulated nerves cried every single time Ghost stuffed you full of his fat cock, crying deeper and deeper into the mattress. Despite this, you had known his signs, too. From the way his chest rumbled lowly with a quiet growl, to his throbbing and twitching cock nestled deep within your sweet heat. But, the largest sign of his was how he would draw the crudest of circles onto your swollen clit, trying to bring you over the edge with him one last time.

"You'll never feel her, never get her," He doubled over you, groaning loudly as he felt your velvety pussy snugly squeeze him at his words. You felt another orgasm pull at you, your clothed chest moving back and forth against the textured duvet- providing some friction against your stiffened nipples.

"Ghost," You whimpered, fluttering your long lashes closed as you felt your entire body convulse and twitch lightly. For your second orgasm had washed over you like the most pleasant tidal wave, sneaking up on you like the most elite assassin.

"You'll never get her," Ghost repeated, his pace animalistic and so rough, losing your steady rhythm of breath with every single thrust, "never get her, because she's mine."

You moaned out to him, sounding like you were trying to say something, but ultimately lost on the two of you. He had fucked you stupid, unable to form or speak coherently after just a few strokes of his dick inside of your tight heat.

"Isn't that right, pet?"

"Yours, 'm yours, Ghost." You mumbled, your body mimicking jelly as you were completely unable to move, just the back and forth motions of Ghost fucking into you roughly.

"Good answer," He hummed, sounding proud of your submission. Though, the ring on your finger should be enough of a testament to such a thing.

You felt his hands squeeze your sides harder, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as his fat tip continued to push right up against your womb. You couldn't handle another, no, you just couldn't.

It seems as Ghost would spare you for tonight. As you felt him drape himself over your collapsed body, grunting deeply before you felt himself spill his seed within your abused hole with a low curse. You felt so utterly full of him, his cum filling you to the absolute brim that it began pouring out of you.

Ghost hissed quietly, pulling out of your tightening cunt, almost like you didn't want him to stop. His eyes were then attached to your pussy, oozing his seed as you'd lost the only thing that kept it within you. He 'tsked', feigning disappointment before his thick and gloved fingers fucked his cum back inside of you, your puffy lips shining with his as well as your own release.

As you slowly regained your previously lost senses, you then heard the loud cries of your coworker. Sobbing and howling wildly, meek pleas to 'stop' or to 'let me go', to angered yells of 'fuck you' or 'you both are sick'. You didn't even notice that you had tuned him out completely, focused on just Ghost.

You felt Ghost's covered fingers take hold of your chin, tilting your head upwards to view your coworker. "His words deceive him," He laughed, and you gasped in horror.

He was hard.

Not only that, but his hips bucked up against his sweats, attempting to get any feeling of delicious friction while being bound to his chair.

"Was probably thinkin' of you," His voice was back in your ear, kissing your jaw before leaving a mark that would bloom into a rich and pretty violet in the morning.

"Need to get my message across,." He kissed your cheek, a quick and kind thing that had your heart palpitating like crazy. "Wait in the car for me, sweetheart." He slid the heavy keys into your palm, watching as you tiredly nodded, you had been utterly exhausted, so you didn't want to question him or his motives.

You took shaky steps towards the door, ditching your stiletto heels as you knew Ghost would get them for you. You just wanted to curl up into his car and nap while he did, whatever, it was that he was doing. Nothing good, you knew, but you couldn't find it in yourself to attempt and stop him. Besides, you heavily doubted that you were capable of getting your words through to him, he was headstrong, already set with his actions long ago.

Your knees wobbled as you walked like a newborn fawn towards Ghost's car, struggling to get into the passenger seat as you locked yourself in.

Sighing at the slight throbbing discomfort you felt in the midst of your legs, you had been alone with your thoughts. And just now and then, reality had begun to set in.

He did this for you.

He couldn't have proved his point in any other way, but Ghost had done it in the way that he had known. His way in which he'd been accustomed to, as well as knowing his method would be gifted with positive results at the end of the day.

He had your heart in his clutches, and although you didn't always understand his intentions nor his motives, you wouldn't have it any other way.

•

You stirred in your sleep, awakening and mumbling something lowly as you felt a radiating warmth next to you. You were in your shared bedroom now, in the tight hold of Ghost while he slept soundly.

You smiled, nuzzling yourself deeper into his hold of possession. But, in the corner of your eye, you noticed something. A neatly folded square of cloth, and you squinted, hiding your gasp of surprise at seeing that it had been your scarf. That same piece of silk that was secured to your coworkers face, obstructing his vision while Ghost fucked you right in front of him. Robbing his sight, and cursing him with the ability to hear the two of you.

You'd talk to him about it in the morning.

•

When you had awoken from your comfortable drowse, you groaned in annoyance when you had seen that Ghost was long gone. His side of the bed had ran cold, but you couldn't think of such a thing for too long, as you had work to attend to.

•

Your workday marched on uneventfully, but you couldn't help but notice the absence of a particular individual. Of course, you had just thought that he was avoiding you like the worst illness out there, but he wasn't here at all.

Your thoughts were plagued, negative things brewing in your head and running wildly. Was he out spreading rumours about you? Or was he going to get you fired? You felt the feeling of anxiety eat at you, opening your phone to contact your husband, in hopes of him being able to ease your edged nature. Just as he's done a near thousand times before, holding you in his strong arms while he would fix any and all problems that you had.

But, your scrolling had quickly halted when you noted how he'd already texted you hours ago. A single sentence that had ended up both calming you, and hardening your buzzed nerves even more.

'Don't worry about that fucker anymore.'

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somethin quick, posted first to my archive. pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. pls enjoy <3

tags- size kink, size difference, creampie, vaginal sex, rough sex, desk sex, fem reader.

2.3k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-smut/nsfw-

As you had graded papers from your young students, you idly hummed as you noted how most of the scores had went up. Regarding spelling, it had been some of your kids weaker points, but after practicing with them one on one, they had gotten better, much to your pleasure.

"Done!"

You looked up from the monotonous tone of black on white, quickly writing a red mark next to the misspelled 'contree', you smiled warmly and took Joseph's paper.

"That was quick, sweetie. You could've taken until your daddy came to pick you up." You said, looking down at his exam and clicking your red pen.

"I'm fast." He smiled, sitting back in his small desk and chair, kicking his legs wildly as he awaited your feedback.

And however badly you wished to give him a full twenty out of twenty on his exam, spelling was one of the things that Joseph had struggled the most with. You knew he wouldn't improve overnight, which is why you were hopeful for tonight.

Even though it wasn't parent-teacher conference night, Joseph had been chirping, 'my daddy is picking me up today, and then we'll get ice cream.' before hearing a cacophony of envious groans. It had you laughing, yet hatching a quick plan to discuss Joseph's struggles with his father. You already had a small packet labeled 'trouble words' to give to his father, hoping they'd be able to practice over the long weekend.

Seeing as Joseph had been bored at his desk, you called him over to give him some puzzles or colouring sheets to do. He eagerly thanked you before returning to his seat, noisily scribbling on the paper.

Quickly finishing grading his spelling errors, he'd gotten a thirteen out of twenty. It'd been a wild and vast improvement from his other exams, but you knew he could do better.

You stood up and walked over to Joseph's desk, ruffling his hair and placing a small lollipop on his table. "You did better, honey. But I want you to practice more, can you promise me that?" You crouched down to his level, talking to him in a soft and understanding tone, a warm and inviting smile on your face. It had made him feel comfortable, not scolded, not 'do better', no. He'd wanted to do this on his own, seeing as he had nodded furiously, telling you that he'd do perfect on the next one.

You took his exam and walked outside of your classroom, leaning against the wall and waiting for Joseph's father to show. School had been finished for a while, the extracurricular activities ending early due to the extended weekend.

Out of your peripheral, you'd seen a tall figure walking towards your class. He had caught your eye easily, since the man was extremely tall and well built. As he'd gotten closer, you noted how he wore a balaclava with a skull pattern over the material. An interesting, choice to wear to an elementary school, but to each their own, you supposed.

"Mr. Riley, before you take Joseph, can we talk about how he's doing in class?" You inquired, quickly checking on the adorable child idly drawing on his papers before continuing the conversation with his dad.

"I'm not his old man." He said, voice low and gravelly as he held your stare.

Before you were able to ask what his relation was, he quickly replied that Joseph was his nephew.

"Oh! Then you must be Simon." You smiled, resisting the urge to tear your eyes away from him, seeing his dark eyes change expression for a moment, wondering how you knew who he was.

"Emergency contacts." You quickly added, chuckling awkwardly. He only offered you his cold stare, waiting for you to continue. "Well, if it isn't too much trouble, can you relay this to Joseph's dad for me?" You timidly asked, the tall man's presence causing you to feel skittish.

He gave you a curt nod, his shoulders relaxing as he stepped closer to you, looking at the paper in your hands. "Joseph struggles a lot with spelling," You almost choked on your words as you felt his arm brush against your shoulder, attempting to find your words once more, "as does his classmates. But I know he can show further improvement if he can practice at home." You showed him Joseph's test, his hand connecting with yours briefly before he took it in his larger one.

He hummed lowly, reading over his mistakes. "I have a packet of tough words for him that he'll need to practice," You went back into your classroom, hearing Simon's impossibly quiet steps echo behind you.

"Honey, your da-" You caught yourself before making the mistake, "uncle, is here." Though, you didn't really need to tell him, seeing as Joseph shot up from his seat to run over to Simon, hugging him tightly.

"Hey kid." His voice was soft, still low and rough, but that was just how he'd always sound. Seeing such a thing made your heart melt, having to quell the want to 'aww' at the sight unfolding, the huge man embracing such a tiny child endearing yet comical.

"It was nice to meet you." You said, handing Simon the packet, "And you," You laughed, looking down at Joseph, "keep your promise to me."

"I will!" He happily beamed, a toothy grin shining up at you.

You waved the two goodbye, turning to go back into your class and continue the long trek of finishing up your students papers. You had also wanted to enjoy your weekend, placing work on the back burner as you got lost in endless glasses of wine.

•

Never in your years of teaching had you ever expected a parent-teacher meeting to end like this, never.

Bent over your desk and crying out as you felt Simon behind you, large hands on the fat of your hips as he slammed into you. Your hands grasped at the edge of the wood desk, glossy eyes popped wide open as you felt his fat cock stretch you open inch by delicious inch.

How you two had went from talking about Joseph's amazing and impressive progress in class to him whispering the most vile things in your ears, an impressive feat. But you'd be a filthy liar if you hadn't been thinking of you and him in this very position.

"Simon..." You moaned, laying your tear stained cheek onto your desk, wetting any loose papers that remained. You almost sobbed when you felt his big hand slap your ass harshly, rubbing in small circles to soothe the stinging supple flesh.

His hard and toned muscles were flush against your softer back, his masked forehead pressing against your shoulder. His deep grunts and groans were right into your ear, having you squeeze him tightly, dragging him in deeper. Just the fact that he was so big had you unraveling on his fingertips. His hoarse and low voice telling you to be a 'good girl and push yourself against the desk.'

What else could you do but oblige?

"Fuck, you're tiny." He cursed, accented voice directly against your ear, his deep breaths and sounds repeating in your head again and again. You lost your words, brain just muddled thoughts and him in your head. You just mewled in response to his words, already aware of the fact that the differences in sizes between you two was evident. Evident in how his entire hand seemed to swallow the skin at your hip whole, how his shadow enveloped your own, he was just so big.

Tears continued their flow down your heated cheeks as you felt his dick assault your insides. Wet and warm walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip, the hot sliding of his cock deep inside you having you cry out to him. Your blouse had been bunched up and held by Simon as he anchored himself to it, his hold on the fabric tight as his pace never faltered.

Your mixed sounds had been heard, skin against skin reverberating around the walls. Your heat taking him in and out hung embarrassingly in the room, your sounds louder as his hips continued to meet your backside. He watched, mesmerised at seeing your body recoil in response to his movements, how despite your smaller stature, you took his large girth, in fact, you'd wanted more.

The feeling of being stuffed to the absolute brim, or rather well past it, had you seeing stars. You don't remember the last time you'd been fucked like this, so raw and primal like. Losing your ability to form cognitive thoughts, the only thing that you'd been able to say was quiet, meek curses and affirmations.

To further your pleasure, he snuck a hand under you, pressing hard on your abdomen, pressing your insides against his cock. You almost screamed, his hot hand against your stomach had you reeling, your pussy squeezing his cock tightly at his touch.

"So good," You sobbed, knuckles blanching at how harsh your grip had been, he was so deep inside of you, too far. You wondered if you should curse him, as no other individual would surely match him in bed ever again, shattering your expectations of any other man permanently.

Your back had arched as you felt your high quickly approaching, sobbing when you felt his flushed head kiss flush against your womb, having your painted nails claw at the wooden desk. Crying his name out in broken sobs, stringing your words together pathetically as he unraveled you with his cock.

His hands around your soft body tightened, hearing the threads of your blouse rip, it's buttons loosening from its rightful position and scattering onto the ground. It'd been one of your favourites, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with such a huge cock splitting your insides, having you yell out to him like a mantra.

When you felt him slam directly into that spot nestled within you, that bundle of nerves that had you seeing double, you nearly screamed, burying your head into your folded arms. You had to bite your wrists, you throat growing raw at all of your screaming, muffled whimpers spilled from your lips, eyes watering as you felt him ram into that spot with unknown precision.

He took both of your hands in his lone one, using your own wrists to hold onto while he continued to fuck you into the desk. "None of that, wanna hear you." He huffed, groaning when he felt you squeeze him tightly at his words.

You quietly moaned, your aching throat unable to produce sound at this point. Your fingers clasped and laced with your opposing hand, making it easier for him to hold onto your wrists. Grounding himself against you, his pace sped up, his length slamming into you over and over, it was too much, too good.

Your teary eyes etched closed, that familiar knot deep in your abdomen beginning to loosen, disentangling with every drag of him inside. Your gummy walls tightened around him, that pressure within finally ridding, just feeling pure bliss. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, rough waters eventually calming as your slick trickled down your spread thighs.

"That's it, take it," He cursed lowly, feeling your velvety heat clamp down on him, "doin' so well for me." You had no choice but to lay there and take it, take him. But you'd lay yourself down on any surface if he had asked you to, offering him your all whenever he'd commanded.

He assisted you in riding out your orgasm, your excess arousal making it easier for him to fuck deeper into you. He still trapped both of your hands in his singular one, garnering you unable to move properly without the assistance of your hands. His other hand had been attached to your hip, absentmindedly squeezing the fat of it every few thrusts.

You whimpered his name, your senses being thrown into overexertion while your nerves felt fried. His stamina was impressive, as you were normally used to a quick and disappointing fuck where only one of you had finished. He'd actually taken your own pleasure into consideration, that in itself had been surprising.

You felt his thick and heavy cock twitch inside your wet heat, hearing him curse deeply. His thrusts were sporadic and random, yet they still had your back arching.

You felt his masked forehead press against your bare shoulder. He deeply groaned as he shallowly thrusted into your wet and fluttering heat, spilling himself deep inside of you, painting your insides the prettiest of white.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, feeling him soften inside of you as he pulled out with a pained hiss. You had been slightly saddened at the loss of warmth inside of you, biting your bottom lip in fear that you'd accidentally blurt out something lecherous.

He assisted you in redressing, apologising at ripping your blouse. He offered you his large sweatshirt, covering majority of you. His scent was intoxicating, you had half a mind to lead him onto your spin chair, seating yourself down on his cock and using him for your own pleasure. But you just thanked him, rolling the sleeves up as you adjusted the scattered papers on your desk. You'd come back to clean in the morning, it was still the weekend and you had wine to attend to.

After ensuring you were dressed adequately, he walked you out and into your own car. He stared deeply into your endearing gaze, before a single question left his covered lips.

"What'd he get?"

You couldn't help but smile, turning the key into the ignition and hearing your old car sputter to life. Your hands loosened around the steering wheel before turning back to him once more,

"Twenty out of twenty."

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