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You and Ghost broke up a few months ago. You were on speaking terms, sure, but still having to work closely together sucked, especially since he was your superior.
After a successful mission, the team was having a party; yes, alcohol included.
You had been with some soldiers all evening, messing around, drinking together, nothing much. However, as soon as you saw Ghost watching you with a scowl, you wanted to step up your game. You started to be touchy, flirty, making doe eyes at the men who were a little too eager to take you to their own private rooms.
Ghost was fuming inside. He didn’t like what he was seeing and he hated to share. He approached you quickly, scaring the other soldiers with his domineering aura.
“My office. Now.”
His strong accent filled your ears as he forced you to follow him, his hand strong on your arm.
When his hand moved, you still felt your arm tingle. You almost hated how his touch still had this effect on you. Not even mentioning his deep rough voice.
Ghost slammed the door behind you, locking it.
He looked at you, eyes full of irritation, hands twitching in jealousy. Oh he was annoyed, but loved how you squirmed under his piercing gaze. He took off his mask, exposing himself to you; this was serious.
Yet, you wouldn’t give in just yet.
"Ghost... why did you call me here?" you asked with a tinge of annoyance, but you couldn't hide that you trembled with anticipation. When he looked at you up and down, it made you squeak with excitement.
Ghost took some steps closer, slowly coming to you like a predator to its prey. You were almost ashamed by the fact it aroused you. Almost.
His hands found your hips and gripped you tightly.
“You know I don’t like to share.”
Ghost's hand kept you close by your hips, his mouth was on your ear whispering seductively. His hot breath on you made you shiver, and when he nibbled on your lobe your breathing suddenly became more erratic.
When he looked at you with those cold eyes, you could see the desire in them, the way he was thinking the things he wanted to do to you.
His mouth moved to leave a hot trail of kisses on your neck, marking some strands of skin with his teeth and licking them to sooth the sting.
"I-I don't think this is a good idea..." you whispered, but deep down you didn't really believe yourself.
Ghost stopped, wanting to look at you face to face. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the darkness in his pupils, completely driven by lust and longing.
The hand gripping your hips tightened just the tiniest bit, while Ghost’s free hand tilted your chin up when you tried to look away.
"Why do you deny it? You want it just as much as I do.”
"We... we broke up." you answered, yet your eyes were fixed on his inviting and warm lips.
"I know" he whispered, the words brushing against your lips and causing a tingle to run through your body.
Ghost avoided your lips, not granting you the kiss you so desperately needed. Instead, he pulled your hair back, exposing your collarbone to him.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have you whenever I want.”
He left some wet kisses on a particularly sensitive spot, leaving you gasping for more. You grabbed his hair, tightening your hold to keep him as close to your skin as possible, betraying how you actually felt.
Months had passed since the last time: you wanted him, needed him.
Ghost left a mark on you, smirking at the thought that anyone who would ever dare to have you, would see that someone else already owned you. He owned you. You were his, utterly his and he knew you loved that. Just as much as he loved being yours. You belonged to each other, he just needed to remind you.
“Tell me you want this as bad as I do." Ghost whispered against your lips.
When you tried to seal his lips with a kiss, Ghost chuckled. He pressed you even more against his body, so you could feel how bad he truly wanted you. His hard-on pressing deliciously on you. He was enjoying seeing you squirm under him, knowing that you still wanted him. He basked in your reaction, in the way you tried so badly to hide how much you were aching for him.
“Use your words, darling. Tell me how much you want me and I’m yours.”
You could sense how hungry he was, how badly he wanted you. He wanted to claim you, own you again. His pupils were blown out with lust, just as yours were.
“Don’t act all shy now. I saw you whoreing yourself to other men when you knew I was looking. You made a scene just to get my attention, to get a rise out of me. Congrats baby, you have.” He said, his hand forcefully squeezing your ass.
“Do I need to remind you that I’m the only one who can satisfy you? Is that it?” His voice rougher than before, desperate.
You gasped when his hand went up your dress, feeling how wet you were. And he smirked, knowing that he still had this effect on you.
“You’re drenched just from a little talking and you wanna act like you don’t want me. You’re cute.” He chuckled.
When Ghost teased your entrance with one finger you trembled in his hold, grabbing his shirt by his chest tightly. You needed something to hold to ground yourself, even if the feeling of embarrassment of being so turned on after so little was almost scorching. Memories flooded your mind, of how good he made you feel, how he was the only one who could make you this wet. The heat on your face betrayed how much you missed him and needed him. You felt butterflies in your stomach when a specific image of Ghost cumming inside you resurfaced in your mind.
Ghost held your chin to grab your attention again, sensing you were spacing out.
“Look me in the eyes, doll. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”
“No! Don-don’t stop.”
“Always so needy. Good girl.”
His lips finally pressed to yours, a loud groan coming from him as his tongue sought entry to your mouth. It was a hard kiss, lust and desire pouring out of him as Ghost’s mind was filled with thoughts of what he could do to your body. And the things you could do to him. You let out a surprised squeak, but you kissed him back eagerly, unable to hide that you wanted him just as bad any longer. You tugged at his hair desperately, desire pouring out of you.
As the seconds passed, the kiss grew deeper, swallowing your moan when his finger entered you.
He pumped it a few times, smirking inside the kiss as he felt how wet you were. A finger wasn’t enough, a second one could be easily slipped inside soon after.
You were losing yourself in Ghost, his lips, his sent, how good his fingers were stretching you. You had missed his touch; you couldn’t deny it.
Ghost curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made you the weakest. Your legs almost gave out as he repeatedly hit that perfect spot. Your moans got louder and needier, the coil in your stomach was so close to snap you became desperate in how tight you grabbed Ghost’s sweater.
Ghost knew he had you.
“Tell me you missed me. Tell me I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.” He murmured into your ear, waiting for you to admit the truth he already knew.
He groaned when he sensed you tightening around his fingers, only pushing him to hit that spot faster. The sound of your wetness was loud, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed by how much he turned you on with just two fingers and his voice.
“P-please...” you whimpered against his chest, you were so close.
Ghost smirked, his dick growing impossibly hard at your plea. You felt it against you, aching for you, burning to be taken care of. If you weren’t so occupied with his fingers inside you, you would be all over it with your mouth already.
When Ghost placed his thumb on your clit, a high-pitched moan escaped your lungs. You trembled against him, feeling impossibly close; you just needed one last push. He admired your expression, completely overtaken by lust and euphoria, your eyes light up by the fire of sex yet screaming that you weren’t quite satisfied yet. He felt you tighten against his fingers, squeezing them hard. You whimpered his name, almost out of breath as you tried your best to hide it, but he heard you. He groaned as he couldn’t hold back any longer, his erection growing so hard it was painful.
“Be a good girl and say it. I might let you cum then.” Ghost said, hitting that spot harder to make you understand that there was no going back from this.
“Yes! You-you’re the only one! Just… God, let me cum, please.” You cried out, voice breaking from desperation.
“Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
Ghost couldn’t wipe the smug off his face, knowing you were already so desperate for him, knowing that you had finally admitted out loud that no one could make you feel like he did.
Yet, when he felt you were almost there, he took it away from you, withdrawing his fingers and putting them in his mouth to taste you. If you hadn’t been deprived of your orgasm, the sight would have turned you on shamelessly, making your legs give out. Ghost loved your sweet taste, but especially your shocked expression, how desperate you were. You groaned out loud in frustration, shocked that he would edge you.
“You-you said-“
“I said that I might let you cum, not that I will. Whores like you don’t get to cum so easily.” He cut you off with his commanding voice.
He licked his finger to clean it of your juices and held back a moan at the taste. He wanted more but you needed to learn your lesson first.
You felt embarrassed when you tightened around nothing. You still felt fire within you, a fire that couldn’t be quelled. That desire that only Ghost could ignite was spreading inside your very core. You needed more, you needed him.
You looked at him angrily, with fire in your eyes and that tinge of frustration Ghost could recognise perfectly after edging you so many times. He grabbed your chin almost forcefully and caressed your cheek with his thumb; the delicate gesture contrasting with his grip and his rough tone.
“Don’t look at me like that, princess. You brought this upon yourself.”
“If I wanted to be edged, I would have gone with literally any other men.” You retorted back.
“Careful now, don’t push it.” Ghost warned you, but deep down welcomed your fire.
“Or what?”
“Brats don’t get to cum.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that.” You chuckled.
“On my cock.”
Again, you tightened around nothing, bit your tongue to old back a whimper. The things he did to you; it was unfair.
Suddenly, Ghost grabbed your hand and put it on the visible tent on his pants. You gasped when you felt how hard he was for you.
“I’m not hiding the way you make me feel, love. I’m so fucking hard and it’s all because of you. Grab my cock and feel it, it’s aching for you.”
“Fuck…” You moaned.
You slid your hand inside his boxers to tease him, rubbing him. You grew even wetter when you heard him groan after finally getting some relief. His tip was angry red, with precum that just begged to be spread around his cock, used as lube, tasted. “You have such a pretty cock… so big and hard.” You teased him, slowing down your movement, wanting him to taste his own medicine. He groaned, tightening his hold on your wrist and urging you to move faster. Instead, you traced a vein on his dick, from his shaft to the tip, teasing it.
“That’s enough.” Ghost growled, looking at you with fire in his eyes.
He could be lost in pleasure, allowing you to tease him to no ends, but his self-control kicked in at the right moment. He wanted you, needed you… properly on a bed; he wanted to do it right. Especially after two months of barely talking to each other.
As he laid you in his bed, he spread your legs, immediately crawling in between them. He roughly took off your skirt and groaned out loud when he saw your ruined panties, utterly drenched. You felt so exposed you couldn’t even hold back a whimper.
“Fuck, baby… You’re soaked.” He teased the hem of your panties, smirking when he felt that it was wet as well.
You buckled against his palm, desperate for some friction. Ghost slapped your ass, letting out a grunt about how you were such a brat. You yelped, yet the stinging sensation only added to the pleasure. You felt so frustrated, needing some relief.
“You need to be taught a lesson. Seems like you forgot all your good manners.” Ghost made a disapproving sound as he took off your panties, exposing your sex to him. He spread your legs even further and when you least expected it, he slapped your clit. You screamed.
“You’re impatient and a brat… I thought I taught you better than that.” He looked down at you, his dark eyes full of lust making you feel small, yet this turned you on even more. He slapped your clit again and you clenched over nothing.
“Fucking whore, clenching like that when I hit you. What would you do for some cock, right? Flirting with other men when you know you’re mine.” Another slap.
Tears formed at the corner of your eyes. You moaned again as he hit your clit, just enough to give you little pleasure, but not enough to give you relief. You arched your back, desperate for his touch, but Ghost denied you.
“P-please, I’ll be good!” You cried out, tears running down your cheeks. How beautiful you were when you cried in desperation for him, because you needed him and he had control over you.
“Then prove it. Tell me you’re mine and I will let you cum on my cock. Tell me how much you need me.” He said sternly, making you look at him as he spread some of your wetness on his cock. He hissed at the sensation.
“Fuck…” you moaned at the sight of his dick coated in your juices. “Please, Simon… I want you. I want your cock inside me! You’re the only one who can turn me on like this, you’re the only one. Nobody else compares! Please, please…” you whimpered, your breathing painfully erratic as you desperately chased some relief.
Ghost’s cock twitched in his hand after hearing you say his name with such urgency, crying out how no one could compare to him. He gently brushed away your tears and looked at you for the first time with extreme tenderness; you felt like you could melt beneath him, as this sudden warmth made you feel dizzy. Ghost leaned in, barely touching your lips with his. “My good girl.”
He kissed you with hunger, devouring you, unable to hold back any longer. You gasped and moaned when you felt his cock slowly entering you; he was so big, not even his fingers stretching you out could prepare you, but you welcomed the light sting, the temporary pain only adding to how good you started to feel. When Ghost bottomed out inside you, he groaned, his forehead touching yours. “Fuck… I missed this pussy.” God, he could be so filthy. Worst part is that you loved it.
You felt his hot breath on your face and you whimpered his name, pleading him to move inside you, to give you the relief you so desperately needed.
Ghost started to move, pumping his dick inside you at a deliciously torturing pace as he wanted you to feel every inch of his cock. He wanted to hear you moan till you lost your voice, till you were so drunk of his cock that you could only matter pleas, meowls and his name in that sweet desperate tone of yours.
“F-faster.” You managed to whimper.
“You’re already so cock-drunk you can’t even say please? Come on, love, thought you wanted to be a good girl again.” Ghost said playfully, but with a light strain on his voice due to how good you felt around him.
“P-please, faster.” You cried out, your head falling back into the pillow.
Ghost felt satisfied and sped up his movements, while putting your legs on his shoulders so he could go even deeper. You meowled at the new position, feeling every inch of him hitting impossibly deeper. Your moans grew louder and louder as you lost yourself in how Ghost made you feel: euphoric, elated. You started to clench around him, feeling the coil in your core about to snap.
“M-more.” You pleaded, needing just a little push to finally tumble over the edge. Your pleas came out as high-pitched moans. That and the absolute filthy sounds of squelching skin on skin should have embarrassed you to no ends, but you felt too good to care, too hot in Ghost’s embrace as he pounded mercilessly inside your hot core.
“You like that? You like me pounding into your tight cunt like this, right love? Look at me when I’m fucking you.” He growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to make you look at his face. His blown-out pupils, the beautiful blush spreading across his face, his roughness made you whimper. You tightened impossibly hard around him as you screamed out his name, Ghost perfectly hitting that spot that made you see stars. “Just like that. Scream my name, love, so everyone can hear that you are mine. This pussy belongs to me, look at how perfectly I fit inside you.” Ghost tilted your head so you could see his cock pushing inside you, coated in both your juices.
When you tightened around his dick again, he moaned out loud, growing even harder inside you. You looked at his face again, wanting to commit to memory every expression he made, every sound he made for you. Only you.
“Simon! Please, I’m s-so close!” you cried out, so desperate.
Ghost twitched inside you and groaned out loud, starting to pound into you with even more insistence. You let out a pathetic whimper as he started to rub your clit, still sensitive from the previous edging. Your body started to contract and relax even more, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. Ghost tried not to focus too much on how tight you were squeezing him, wanting you to finish first. Just like you, he couldn’t stay quiet; his grunts filling the room with your moans. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, gently biting your shoulder to muffle his noises. He rubbed your clit tighter, and you screamed his name again and again, unable to form a single coherent thought. You were so lost in the pleasure than you didn’t register Ghost smirking against your skin as he kissed your collarbone.
“M-missed you, Si…” you whined, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, as tears escaped your eyes because of the impending orgasm. You pulsed around him one last time, whimpering his name again and again like a mantra as you cummed. Ghost let you ride it out, still pounding inside you at a pace that was becoming more and more erratic as he chased his own end.
“Fuck, fuck…” he groaned out loud, spurting his hot cum inside you, looking at you and trying to memorize your fucked-out expression and how breathtaking your tear-stained cheeks were.
He staid inside you as you both tried to regain your breath. When he caught your gaze, his arms almost gave out. Fuck, you were too beautiful like this.
You chuckled and Simon realized too late that he had actually muttered that out loud and not only in his mind.
He moved slowly, but you still hissed when his cock left you, feeling empty. He immediately made it better by holding you close to him, snuggling you as close as possible.
“I meant it.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence. “When I said I missed you…”
Would he say it back now that he wasn’t overcome by lust and jealousy? You didn’t know.
“Me too.”
You smiled against his chest, his heartbeat a gentle lullaby that guided you to sleep.