Warnings;

Rough sex, oral sex, dominant ghost, sub you/y/n, rough kissing, pussy play, edge kink (a little), cream pie,

Fandom; call of duty

Feel free to picture other nails I just feel like y/n would be wearing these because I loveee nails like these❤️

Goal Word count: 2000

Current: idk cus I’m too lazy to figure that out🗿

Pov: After your mission with ghost (this is a sequel to my first post of ghost).

Art credits: pinterest

If I find the links I’ll add them later

Ghost pov

It’s close to midnight when you and Ghost return from your mission. He had gotten everything he’d needed and more, enjoying the sight of your body moving in that tight red dress as you danced to the music.

You hadn’t danced together. No, he’d been separated from you, placed in a different section of the dance floor so he could keep an eye out for his target. Which he had-partly.

But every time his eyes had left yours it was only for a moment, and then they were back on you again, tracing the outline of your hips which the fabric of your dress hugged oh so snugly, down to the defined shape of your plump ass.

His fingers, which had been holding a shot glass at the time, had itched to dig into your hips and guide them against his cock. It would drive you both crazy- he knew and sooner or later, he’d be dry humping you. Watching how your lips part in pleasure, how your eyes smolder as he teases you with what you could have.

And now your here. Inside his room. With your back against the wall. His to take. His to pleasure.

He takes a step forward and your eyes move up to his. They should always be on his, he thinks, as he grabs your throat. Your lips part in surprise, forming the soft shape of an o and he smiles. He’s seen you do it many times before when you were taken aback by something, but until now, he’s never seen you do it because of him.

He tightens his grip slightly, not enough to take your breath away but enough to make your pulse, which drums steadily beneath his fingers, quicken.

“Love,” he mutters against your mouth. “Did you enjoy the party?”

You nod as you lean your head against the wall.

“Want me to help you with your dress?” It seems silly to ask that. Not when he’d be taking it off and more.

“Y-yes,” his eyes darken at your little stutter and he grabs your hips, resisting the urge to slam you up against the wall and fuck you until your crying from the pleasure.

He needs to be easy with you, gentle. But damn it if it wasn’t taking all his control.

He reaches for your zipper and pulls it down. With every soft whoosh, a patch of your skin is revealed. He wants to suck it into his mouth, needs to.

The zipper reaches the end and he pulls off the strap on your shoulder, catching your reflection in the mirror. Your lips are parted a bit wider now, and your breaths are no longer soft. No, they’re heavy. Full of anticipation.

“I’ll give you a choice love,” he says. “You either back out now or I’m taking you how I want. And I won’t be nice either.”

“I want you,” you say.

“Are you sure?” He whispers against your ear.

“Yes. Please Ghost, fuck me. As hard as you want.”

And that’s all it takes for him to stop holding back.

Pushing the other strap to the side, he watches as your gown falls to your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a lace bra and panties.

He slides his hand down the back of your neck, fisting your hair. You’d just curled it for tonight’s event; it was a shame that once he would be done with you it will have reverted back to its natural form.

“Your curls are so pretty,” he mutters, “too bad they won’t last for long.”

Your face flushes at the implication and he smirks as he lightly pulls on your hair- testing your reaction. You might have said you want it hard, but he needs to make sure you aren’t fibbing.

You whimper, arching your back.

“Good girl,” he mutters as he pulls on your hair harder causing your head to fall against his shoulder. “Get on your knees.”

You do and he releases your hair for a second so you can situate yourself before he grabs it again. Digging his fingers into your scalp, he pulls your head forward, dragging your lips against the front of his jeans. Your eyes darken with lust and you open your mouth, teasing his length with just your lips alone.

You place one of your hands onto his leg, the gems on your acrylic nails glinting sharply in the light.

Opening your mouth wider, you stick out your tongue and lick up his cock. Your tongue dampens the outside of his jeans and it’s almost like he can feel you sucking him in, wrapping those sweet lips around him.

You move your head back and forth and he guides your head, letting you rub against his hard on.

“Take my zipper off with your teeth,” he says.

You nod, catching the zipper between your teeth and giving it a soft, firm tug. It slides down and you reach up, opening the sides of his jeans. There’s a patch of pre-cum on the outside of his boxers but he’s too drunk on the feel of you to care.

You pull down his boxers just enough to free his cock and he groans, tilting his head back as you wrap your hand around his base. And stroke.

“Fuck,” he groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

You move your hand back and forth, careful not to scratch him with your nails and then parting your lips, you spit onto his tip. It trails down his cock slightly cooling it, which would be a relief if your warm mouth wasn’t sinking down on him a moment later.

You choke as your mouth slides down half-way, a gargled moan leaving you. More spit drips out of your mouth and he can tell from the startled look in your eyes you hadn’t expected for him to stretch you so wide.

You stroke him, your fist meeting your lips as more muffled moans escape you. Then you begin bobbing your head, still moving slow for your own sake. But you said you wanted it rough and though he doesn’t want to rush through this, he won’t cum from how slow your going.

He pushes your mouth down and you choke, tears welling up in your eyes as he guides your head how he wants. You try to stroke him, albeit clumsily and he grabs your hand pushing it away. He pushes your head down lower and more spit drips out of your mouth, running in thick lines down your throat. Which he’s so far in.

He groans as he pushes his hips forward, only stopping when your nose brushes against his pelvis. And then he begins to move. Slamming his hips up against your mouth. You groan, tears slipping out of your eyes and mixing with the spit dripping out your mouth. Your mascara runs and he rubs his thumb underneath your eyes, smiling.

“That’s two things that won’t last tonight,” he says, referring to your mascara.

You groan in protest and he swallows the sound with his cock as he picks up the pace again, pulling at your hair.

“You feel so good,” he says in between soft pants. “That’s it, love. ‘M so close.”

He cums filling your mouth. With a groan he shoves you away from him and you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

“Tongue out.”

You stick out your tongue, the tip dripping with pre-cum and he bends down, licking the end of your tongue. You whimper as he works his way up, his licks soft, tender. He grabs your throat, pushing your head against the wall. Fuck, his cum tastes so good. Because it’s your tongue he’s licking it off of and no one else’s.

He moves down your neck, trailing rough , wet kisses all the way down to your collarbone and you gasp, fisting his hair.

“Ghost,” you moan. “I want you inside of me.”

“You don’t make the requests, love,” he says as he lifts his head.

“Please,” you say, your voice so soft, so needy.

He shakes his head and stands up, holding out his hand. You take it and he leads you over to the bed.

Pushing you down, he nudges your legs apart with his knee and kisses along your inner thighs. Pressing his nose against your folds, he does as you had to him, licking you through the fabric of your panties. Except, since they’re lace he knows you can feel every part of him, every soft lick of his tongue against your skin.

He pulls off your panties and spreads your legs. Your cleanly shaven, not that he would care. He’d take you even if you weren’t. He licks at your clit softly at first, and then those soft strokes become rougher. He slides his fingers into you, licking around them and you cry out, throwing your head back.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, nibbling at it lightly with his teeth. Sliding another finger into you, he scissors them stretching your pussy nice and wide. How he’s gonna pound it with his cock, he thinks as he gives you another two fingers. You whine, trying to tell him you can’t and he shakes his head as he pushes his tongue deeper inside of you. You’ll take whatever he says you can, that’s what had come with saying you wanted it rough.

He thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them to hit your g-spot. Your pretty eyes widen, your lips parting into a o and he knows your close. He pulls his fingers out and kisses your belly button, liking how you whine at the absence of his mouth.

“G-ghost,” you say, your face flushed. A bit of sweat is on your forehead and he smiles as he sees your roots start to turn straight again. His poor baby.

He moves higher up, kissing your abs as he rubs his hand right above your pussy.

“Mhm?” He asks.

“Please Ghost,” you say, on the verge of tears.

“What is it, baby? What do you want?” He asks as he reaches around, unclasping your bra.

You whimper as the cold air hits your nipples, hardening them. He slaps one and you cry out, arching your back.

“These get hard from anything, yeah?” He asks as he slaps your other nipple and you shake your head, begging through pants for him to fuck you.

“Answer my question,” he says as he squeezes your nipple, knowing that the sweet pain you feel is going straight to your pussy, that you’ll be drenched once he slides his fingers back into you.

“Only for you, ghost,”

“Good girl,” he whispers as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your skin is soft; he flicks his tongue against it and you moan as he rubs his knee up against your thigh. You buck your hips, needing friction but he gives you none. Instead he cups your other breast and rubs it in his hand.

“Poor baby,” he says against your mouth before he kisses you. Your lipstick melts against his mouth but he doesn’t mind the taste of it. If anything, it makes him kiss you harder. Your lips swell up beneath his and he moves his knee a bit higher, just teasing your pussy.

“Ghost,” you say, breaking the kiss.

You grab the back of his hips and push him forward. His knee presses against your pussy and your wetness stains his jeans.

“Mhm,” you groan as you grind against him.

He grabs your throat, kissing you even harder as punishment but he knows you don’t care. Your just happy to get some kind of friction.

He pulls his knee away- again and you cry out against his mouth. He moves his hand in between your thighs and strokes your clit. It’s swollen from how badly he’d teased it with his tongue. Pushing his fingers back in, he works you in slow easy thrusts, your cries muffled against his mouth. Then he quickens the pace, the slick sounds of your pussy being filled echoing in the silence.

You cry out his name against his mouth as he kisses you so roughly your lips begin to hurt. But you don’t care, he knows you don’t. As long as your getting your pussy fucked. Right when your about to cum, he pulls out, laughing at how you begin to cry. He wipes your tears, kisses some away as he slides his cock into your opening. Just the tip. But even that much, stretches your pussy so wide.

You groan, begging against his mouth as he slides in more. You grab his hips, dig your nails into his back as you buck your hips taking more of him. When his balls are pressed against your pussy then he begins to move in hard, slamming thrusts that leave your body shaking from the intensity.

He rubs your clit, matching the pace of his fingers to his thrusts and you cry out, gripping the bedsheets. Your breasts bounce, sweat trickles down your cheek. Your curls have lost their hold, most of them are straight now. He slams his hips against yours, the sweet sound of your pussy being rammed by his cock filling the air.

It makes him delighted, to see your flushed face and teary eyes, to see your parted lips smudged with red lipstick. If he could see you like this all the time, he would. You shudder around him and he can tell your gonna cum.

“Cum for me love,” he coaxes once your lips part. “Show me how much you like my cock.”

Your eyes flutter as you squirt, your juices spraying all over his cock and the bedsheets too.

“Now you’ve done it,” he says as he shoves into you.

You cry out, gripping the bedsheets as you squirt again, and again, your body overstimulated from the feeling of him.

“Ghost,” you say as you wrap your arms around him, holding him so close.

“Mhm,” he says as his thrusts become lazy. He’s about to cum inside of you.

“Don’t ignore me anymore.”

“I won’t,” he says as he releases inside of you, his cum dripping onto the sheets below. “If I’d known you’d want me, I would have done this a long time ago.”

He grabs your legs, wraps them around his hips.

You're getting ready for the biggest event of your life. A date with ghost. You and him haven’t spoken ever since he’d almost put himself in danger on your last mission, and even before that, you only ever exchanged good morning’s and how are you’s. He was the only one you weren’t close with on the team, and not by your choice either. The second you’d joined he’d given you the cold shoulder and whenever you asked the other members if you’d done something wrong, they would give you a sympathetic look and say no. You sigh as you run a hand through your hair. You curled it for tonight’s event, just because you were tired of wearing it straight. The dress you were wearing was tight, not tight enough to make breathing impossible, but tight enough to hug every curve on your body. You turn around, making sure the back is zipped. A curl falls into your eyes as you strain to see the back.

“Shit,” you say. You thought you’d zipped it all the way but it was only half-way up.

The door opens and you turn around as Ghost walks into the room. He’s wearing a black suit and tie, and you realize this is the first time you’ve seen him wearing one. He looks good, classy. The fabric hugs his muscles, showing off all the training you guys had done these past few weeks. The muscles in your shoulders and biceps are starting to come in, something you would be happy about if it weren’t for the way Ghost was looking at you. Like he hated you. You watch as he rolls up his cuffs, showing the veins in his arms and you turn back around, reaching around your back to grab the zipper. Your fingers slip and you growl as you reach for it again, causing your arm to ache at the stretch.

Fingers brush over your back and you stiffen as Ghost grabs the zipper.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly.

He nods. You hear a soft whoosh as Ghost starts pulling up your zipper slowly.

“I’m sorry by the way. I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” you say.

He nods again.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the urge to yell at him again for his lack of response. His fingers brush against your back as he pulls the zipper up all the way and you can’t help yourself. You have to know.

“Why do you hate me?” You say, the emotion that you’d tried to hide showing through in your voice. You were angry with him- but more sad than anything that he’d pushed you away and hadn’t even given you the chance.

“I don’t,” he says.

He takes a step back and you hate how you miss the heat of his fingers.

“So why have you been rude to me ever since I came here? I keep thinking it’s something that I did or didn’t do, but everyone keeps telling me that it’s not my fault. But it has to be because you aren’t like that with any of the other members if I offended you-“

“You didn’t,” he says, his eyes soft as they meet yours.

“So why don’t you like me?” You press, turning around.

“I do.”

Your cheeks heat at his lack of response.

“Tell me why,” you say, demanding now. “Is it because I’m the only women on the squad?”

“No.”

“Ghost,” you say, your voice hard. Icy. He takes a step closer, his eyes moving from yours to your mouth.

“I’m scared of what I’ll do to you if you let me get too close,” he whispers, so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Huh?” You ask, blinking.

He looks away, and you reach out, touching his mask. You expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. Instead he lets you hold his cheek.

“Everytime I look at you,” he mutters. “All I think about is what I wanna do to you. How badly I want to fuck you.”

Your eyes widen, your lips parting softly as you think about it. Who knew Ghost would be ignoring you just because he wanted to fuck? The idea makes you laugh a little.

“Ghost.”

He shushes you, his eyes lowering to your mouth again.

“That’s not an excuse,” you say, but the fight in you is gone.

“I know,” he mutters, rubbing his thumb over your lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be thinking of my comrade like this.”

“It’s ok-“

He shakes his head.

“It’s not,” he whispers. “Cus if I had the chance, I’d pull off your dress and fuck you up against this wall. Fuck the mission.”

You stifle a whimper as you imagine yourself pressed up against the wall, ghost’s fat cock sliding in and out of you. He must know what your thinking about because his thumb moves lower, stopping right above your pulse.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” he whispers as he pushes his finger into your throat.

“I want you to do that,” you say, arching your breasts and hoping he’ll cup one with his hand.

“I-“

“We have a mission to do,” Soap says as he walks inside the room.

Ghost moves away from you, his eyes turning cold again. But you know things have changed between you. And that after this mission, you might be getting something a little special.

Link to what happens after the mission can be found here

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