#afab ghost

It was the end of a tough mission, you were all exhausted, cramped into the exfill chopper together, Lieutenant Riley sat across from you, legs spread wide. Your eyes dragged over his body, lingering between his thick thighs before you could stop yourself, your own thighs shifting in the seat to lessen the heat between your legs, imagining what he was packing under all that gear, how heavy he would feel in your hands, in your mouth... When you finally dragged your eyes back up to his mask, he was already watching you. Heat shot through your face. You looked away like nothing happened.

Once the bird touched down, you followed the squad straight into debrief. Then it was off to your rooms to wash the dirt and grime from the mission off your skin. With your hair washed and body clean you head to the mess hall, after grabbing some food you head over to your mates. Placing your plate down you sit down, groaning as your muscles throb in protest. 

"Yo, Y/n, how'd it go?" You look over at Luke, who asked the question.

"Yeah it was alright, it got pretty rough, but we all made it out alive." You answer, making sure not to mention any details. He pressed for more, but you only grinned and shook your head. He moved on quickly, rambling about two privates getting smoked for fraternising.You stirred your food without eating. Appetite gone.

Something prickled at the back of your neck. You looked up. Ghost was walking past your table. He wasn’t sitting. Just passing through, heading towards the doors. But his gaze locked with yours in that split-second. Head tilted. Brow raised from behind the mask, that much you could tell, it felt weird, like he was watching you, testing you almost. 

Your throat went dry. 

You looked back down before you could embarrass yourself, but not fast enough to miss the subtle huff of amusement he let out as he kept walking out of the mess.

A few minutes later, a hand settled lightly on your shoulder. You flinched, looking up.

The Corporal leaned close, voice low."The lieutenant wants you in his office."

You swallowed hard before nodding, watching as he stood back to let you climb out of your seat. "Ouuh, you're in trouble" Luke teases before getting an elbow to the side, you look over to the door, your stomach flipping.

Once you reach the door to his office, you knock, softly, hearing Ghost answer from inside.

“Come in.”

Opening the door you lock eyes with your lieutenant, after a moment he gestures you over with his fingers. 

Walking over you stand straight and salute “Hello Lieutenant, you called for me, what can I do for you?”.

“Sit.” He says, and you drop your salute, moving stiffly towards the seats on the other side of his desk, afraid you were in trouble.

“Not there,” he chides. You look over at him, furrow your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head. He nods towards the floor right next to the desk and him,  tapping his foot where he wanted you to sit.  

Your eyes widen and you flush, “uhh, sir?” You question. 

He taps his foot again, clicking his teeth impatiently. 

You hesitate, walking over next to his desk before softly plopping down on the floor. He hums, pleased. 

“Saw your little looks in the chopper today, private, you’re not slick.” He says, leaning on the desk to look down at you. The position admittedly makes you a bit hot, before you process what he said. 

“Sir! I-I am so sorr-!” You scramble to apologise, not ready to lose your job over being a perv.

“S’lright,” he interrupts you, waving his hand as if dismissing the situation. 

He looks down at you again, tilting his head. “I won’t write you up for it.. If you tell me what was going on in that head of yours” He says, and your whole body burns up. 

“No way sir, I-I couldn’t possibly- It’s-!” You ramble, shaking your head side to side, your hands trembling as you hold them out in front of you. 

“S’either that or I write you up. Your choice kid.” He states, interrupting you again. 

You whine softly, shifting in your spot anxiously. 

Under his mask, Simon grins, he knows he got you now. 

“U-umm, I was thinking about… howbigyourdickis.” You explain, quickly. 

“Hm? You gotta talk slower kid, nd’speak up,” He says, leaning forward to hear you better. You groan stuffing your head in your hands.

“... I was thinking about how big your dick is…” You explain voice cracking from the embarrassment. 

“Oh yeah? What else?” he asks, amusement leaking from his tone. 

Gripping the sides of your pants you continue, “I was thinking about how you would fit in my hands… And how big your thighs were… And how well you'd feel in my mouth…”. 

Simon leans back, he can feel himself leaking in his pants, his hand moving down to palm himself. 

“Get up.” He says, and you jump up immediately, worried you’re in trouble. 

“Go ‘nd lock the door,” he orders, your pulse jumps as you turn and walk over to the door. switching the lock on, you lean your head against the door, sighing softly to compose yourself. 

Turning around you freeze, your eyes wide as you stare at the unexpected sight before you.

Ghost’s legs were spread wide open, pants off, but instead of seeing a full, fat, leaky dick, you see his full, fat, leaky cunt on display, all for you. 

You hear his voice but it sounds distant, muffled. You hear him sigh and mutter something to himself.

You quickly figure out what he wants as he gestures you over again, slapping his thighs twice with his hands, as if you were a shy dog he was coaxing out of a corner. 

“Come here private, s’alrigh’ don’t be shy,” You walk over slowly, your legs shaky. Your mouth practically salivating as you stare at his cunt.

He grips your forearm, pulling you over to stand in between him and his desk. 

“Sit down.” He orders and you listen, quickly getting down on your knees between his legs. 

His hand meets your head, petting softly. “Good pup,” he praises, and your chest warms. 

“Bet this wasn’t what you were expecting,” he says, and you nod your head, biting your lip before swallowing the drool about to leak out of your mouth.

Ghost’s whole body is lit with heat, warmth running through his head, arms, and legs. Watching you in between his legs, desire written in your eyes, drooling like it’s common sense to want your superior officers cunt in your mouth makes his hole leak more. 

Looking up into his eyes, you slide your fingers softly up his shins, begging for permission to continue. He nods and your hands slide all the way up to his thighs.

You spend a couple minutes groping and massaging his thick juicy thighs before moving up and over his hips to his stomach. You glide your hands over his happy trail and down to the bush on his pussy. Running your hands through the thick and course yet soft blonde hair, pulling them softly between your fingers. He groans, soft and low. His hand continuing to pat your head and play with short strands of your hair. 

You can see the light hitting the shiny slick on his hair from his juicy pussy. Humming you move your hands lower about to slide them between his pussy lips to feel how wet he really was but his hand gripped your and pulled them back off of his body, and you whined upset that you weren't allowed to touch anymore. 

“Not so fast, Private,” he says, you were about to be upset until his hand moved down to his pussy, putting two fingers down his slit, you hear his breath stutter, as he spreaadss his fat pussy lips open, his pink pussy on display for your hungry eyes to feast on. You can see his pretty dick jumping for attention as his hole leaks more clear fluid. 

You watch eagerly as two of his fingers get wet, dipping in and out of his hole, the sound music to your ears. You look up at him and whine, frowning with tears in your eyes. 

“Please sir… ” You plead, your hands sliding up from the inside of his thighs. 

“Please what, runt?” He grunts, still fingering himself, his eyes half lidded watching your expression.

“May I please taste you, sir, please,” You beg, huffing onto his pussy, your head inching closer just to get more of the smell, and catch the little gushes of juice coming out when he thrusts his fingers. 

Ghost hums taking his hand away from his pussy, you grin happily. Reaching under his thighs you pull him up his legs lifting off the floor, “oi!” he exclaims roughly, as you hook them over your shoulders. 

‘Finally’ you thought, surging forward, fast, eager. Only to be stopped by a rough gloved hand gripping your hair. 

"Go slower, pup." He warned, still gripping your hair, he guided you to his hairy cunt, from closer he smelled like musk and sweat, with a tangy hint that you felt in the back of your mouth before even touching his cunt. 

Ghost finally let go of your hair, but you hesitated to start until he nodded in confirmation, you leaned forward burying your nose in his pubes, sniffing deeply. You groaned before sticking your tongue out, dragging in over his slit, tasting his wetness. 

Stopping at his clit and rubbing it with your tongue you felt his thighs squeeze together softly whenever you did anything right. He grunted, more slick leaking from his hole. Your tongue circled his clit, swiping up twice before darting down into his hole, his shaky breaths reaching your ears.

You hand went down to rub yourself through your pants but Ghost notices, kicking your hand away. “Aht aht, none of that pup, you can grind yourself on my boot, but no touching yourself.” He says, gruffly. 

You plant yourself on his boot moving back and forward whining as you continue to lick and suck at his sweet slick pussy. 

He hums in approval, eyes closing and head leaning back, relaxing at the pleasurable feeling. 

Your hands needing the fleshy muscle of his thigh as you spread him wider so you could press deeper into his pussy, slurping up his juices, he just hums, humping his cunt onto your face.

Ghost sighs, moving forward over the desk to continue his report. Your eyes narrow, a burning feeling igniting in your chest. You’re a little upset that Ghost was working on a report as you basically made out with his fat cunt. 

You lock your lips around his pretty little button, sucking hard, before biting down on it softly but enough to feel it. He grunts, “Watch it, pup,” his hips jolting. You grin, grinding his pumping dick between your teeth whilst suctioning, before darting your tongue down into his hole feeling around his gooey walls. 

You pull back watching his hole twitch and he shifts towards you as if to say come back. You move your left hand from his thigh running it through his pussy lips over his happy little cock, and back down before pressing two into his hole, moving back down you start sucking on his dick as you finger his pussy, pressing on G-spot.

His grunts turn into groans, and you grab his thighs and pull him towards you more, sliding him down his chair and he grunts in surprise, his big hands gripping the arms of his chair and he looks down at you, your eyes are heavy and lidded as you eat his cunt, begging for his attention and praise, his hard clit jumps and he feels a whimper get stuck in his throat. 

His legs clench around your head as you suck his lips into your mouth, letting go with a wet ‘pop!’, watching as his pussy lips juggle back into place before reattaching your mouth to his cunt, sucking and licking.

His head dips back as you continue to pleasure him making sure to suck on his clit occasionally whilst fucking your fingers into his hole. You can feel him getting close, his legs clenching tighter around your ears and his cunt squeezing down on your tongue and fingers. 

His thick fingers tangle in your hair yanking you deeper into his cunt as he whines and grinds his thick folds on your face. 

You let him use you to get off licking and sucking his sex as his legs tighten around your head. His whimpers and groans fuel your movement as you stick your tongue out further. Grinding yourself down onto his boot at the same pace he’s pulling your face up and down his cunt. 

Your whole face is covered in his slick from the bridge of your nose to the bottom of your chin, your cheeks wet, and red. 

Simon looks down at you, only to see you staring up at him with hearts in your eyes, his eyes widen in shock as his hand stutters when pulling your head back up. 

Suddenly, an onslaught of fluid floods your mouth and sprays your face, you're forced to swallow as Simon’s hand keeps you attached to his throbbing cunt by your hair, and his legs wrap around your neck squeezing you more into him as his back arches further and further. His whines and whimpers fill the room as he rides his high out on your face. Your body trembles and jerks as you come with him. 

Ghost’s body slumps back on the chair, his chest rising heavily as he huffs, his legs unwrap from your head and you lean back, breathing heavily. He lifts his mask over his mouth before grabbing you by the back of your neck pulling your head up to lock you in a kiss, his tongue licking up his own release from your mouth before pulling away and licking the rest off your face, your clit jumps in your pants as your knees almost buckle and collapse.

He pulls away, still gripping your hair, and you glance down to his lips, finding his own cum shining on them like a pretty lipgloss as he grins. "Good job, kid."

This is my second post ever and my first time writing smut, and I'm actually kinda proud of how it ended up! 😋

I'm a woman, but I actually wrote this with gn reader or transmale reader with short hair and female genitalia in mind.

I'm thinking of making it multiple parts, but if I've written something wrong or like awkward please tell me and ill try to change it! :)

Also guys lmk if the bold font is too much and you'd rather the normal one :)

Pup play kinda made a bit of an appearance like halfway through and decided to stay for the show lol

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