#ghost x reader

The whiskey burns the back of his throat as he throws back the last of it in his glass. It’s a welcome burn after the cheap beer that barely gave him more than a light buzz. John had pulled out the heavy alcohol stored in the cupboard finally, pouring everyone a glass. Even you were partaking, face pinched as you swallowed down a shot. He’s never seen you drink hard liquor. He’s barely seen you drink beer. Tonight, though, things are different. He can feel it in the air, the alcohol giving you all a boldness that had previously been missing.

The soft sound of music fills the air, Simon lounging back on the couch as he watches you, Kyle, and Johnny sway back and forth to it. They’re holding you between them, hands on your waist as your bodies move to the beat. Johnny’s face is pressed into your hair, chest heaving as he breathes in your scent.

“Look at them.” he rumbles, his cock starting to stiffen in his pants at the sight of the three of you together. “Pretty sight ain’t they?” You are quite the sight, the prettiest members of the pack all pressed close together.

“Could sit and watch them all night.” John responds, taking another sip of the whiskey he’s nursing.

Kyle’s body shifts against yours, one of his thighs pressing between your legs. Simon can pick up the light scent of arousal in the air, building the more your bodies grind together. You let out the softest noise as Kyle’s thigh presses against your clothed pussy, Simon’s cock twitching in his pants again.

Simon takes a deep breath in, catching all three of your scents in the air. Johnny’s probably hard in his pants, grinding against your ass in desperation for some kind of friction. Needy boy. “Smell that?” He asks, the sharp scent of your arousal going straight to the back of his brain.

“I think she’s enjoying herself.” John says, his eyes focused on the three of you.

You tilt your head back, Johnny taking advantage of the movement as his lips tease your skin. Your hand lifts, sinking into his mohawk, holding on as you grind against Kyle’s thigh.

“Could take ye right here, right now.” Johnny groans. “Let ‘em all watch.”

A thick wave of arousal seeps into the air, your scent projecting. Simon shifts as his cock grows harder, bulging against his jeans.

“I think she liked that idea.” Kyle says cheekily, gripping your waist.

“Please…” You whine, tugging at Johnny’s mohawk.

“Look at me.” Simon says, tossing an arm across the back of the couch. Johnny grips your chin, turning your head so you’re staring at him. Your lips are parted, eyes glassy with arousal. You look fucked out already and they’ve barely touched you. “What do you say, omega?” Your gaze darkens a bit. “You want Johnny to fuck you in front of us?”

He’s surprised when you nod your head eagerly. It was a brave move, offering to let Johnny have his way with you in front of all of them. Then again, Johnny did eat you out on the table in front of them at the cottage. He had seen the way you reacted, and it had been tempting to let Johnny continue. Had you not been exhausted already he would have seen just how far they could push you.

He’s sure part of it is the alcohol talking, but then again, you have expressed desire to have all of them at once before. Maybe this is that moment when they really test just how much you want it.

Kyle takes a step back, and you let out a whine, reaching for him.

“Come here, pretty boy.” John says, holding a hand out to Kyle.

He moves out of your grasp, sinking himself down on the couch between the two alphas. Simon breathes in the soft scent wafting off of him, laced with the muskiness of arousal. He’s hard in his pants too, a noticeable bulge between his thighs.

Simon pulls his gaze from Kyle, staring back and you and Johnny, frozen in place as you wait for something, some kind of direction. “Put on a good show for us and maybe we’ll reward you.” he says, leaning back against the couch. He’s in control right now, John letting him lead.

“Fucking christ.” Johnny breathes, his hands spinning you around to face him. “C’mon.”

He makes quick work of your shirt, baring your breasts to the cool air in the room. Your nipples pebble almost instantly, a small shiver running down your spine. Johnny maneuvers you easily, kneeling you in front of the coffee table, facing the couch. Kyle’s hand presses against the bulge in Simon’s jeans, gently rubbing back and forth. Simon casts a glance to the side, seeing his other hand doing the same to John.

Always such a good boy.

Johnny has you naked and pressed against the coffee table when he turns back to look, his hand between your thighs. “Slicker than a seal.” He says, bending down to lick at your pussy. “And sweet as sugar.”

He buries his face in your pussy, hands dimpling your thighs as he eats you out. Your fingers wrap around the edge of the table, knuckles going white as you hold on for dear life. Simon can imagine the way his tongue is moving inside of you, the way his lips wrap around your clit. His cock twitches in his pants as Kyle undoes the button and zipper, reaching in to grip his cock. He’s got his other hand in John’s pants, the other alpha watching with hooded eyes.

You let out a moan, back arching. Another wave of your scent fills the air, your head falling back as Johnny slurps at your wet pussy. Simon wonders what’s going through your head, what you’re thinking at this moment, if anything at all. Are you solely focused on Johnny or are you thinking about all of them?

You let out a squeak, your body jerking. Simon can just imagine what Johnny did to elicit that kind of response from you. “Easy, boy.” He says, eyes focused on Johnny as he glances up from behind you. “Don’t be too rough with her.” At least for now.

“Yes, alpha.” Johnny murmurs, disappearing behind you again. Simon’s cock gets stiffer in Kyle’s hand at the mention of his status, pride welling within him.

It’s not often his beta is so obedient.

Johnny’s hands grip your hips, pulling you back against his face. You’re still clinging to the table, body starting to tremble. You’re moaning helplessly, sweet sounds pouring from your lips as you get closer and closer to the edge. Simon breathes out a curse as Kyle’s hand squeezes around his cock, fighting the urge to let go himself.

Your eyes roll back as you cum, hips pressing back against Johnny’s face. Johnny slurps at your pussy, sucking down every last drop he can. He curses softly, lifting himself back onto his knees. He’s quick to drop his pants to his knees, lining himself up behind you. Simon stares at the hand that rests on your hip, holding you so tenderly. Hands he’s seen wire explosives, handle rifles expertly, and yet they’re so soft as they hold you.

Simon’s fingers sink into the arm of the couch, holding on for dear life as Kyle’s thumb strokes his tip, smearing pre-cum all over his skin. He could cum like this so easily, but he won’t. Not yet.

Johnny’s hand smooths over your ass, gripping one cheek with his fingers. “Pretty little ass.”

“Johnny…” you whine desperately, trying to push back against him.

So needy you’re forgetting your manners.

“Say please.” Simon prompts, looking at you expectantly.

“Please, Johnny. Please fuck me.” you beg, turning your head to the side to try and see him.

“Good girl.” Simon praises you, partially surprised by your coherence. He’s not surprised by your obedience though.

“As you wish.” Johnny says, finally giving you what you need, his hips pressing forward as he presses his cock into you.

Your head tilts back, eyes squeezing closed as you moan, back arching as Johnny rocks his hips into you. Johnny gives little time to adjust as he presses fully into you, hips pushing against your ass, your knuckles still white as you cling to the edge of the table. Simon can see the pleasure on your face, the way your lips part, those soft little moans leaving your lips. Excitement thrums in his stomach. He’s seen Johnny fuck you before, having partaken with him, but this is different. It’s not just him bearing witness to this. All three of them have their eyes on you and Johnny, all three of them are taking pleasure in watching you be ruined.

You’re really going to do this.

Simon glances sideways, just for a moment, looking past Kyle at John. The other alpha turns, giving him a small nod before they both turn their attention back to you.

Johnny thrusts into you in a steady rhythm, the sound of his flesh hitting yours loud in the air. Your head lifts, eyes meeting John’s before they shift over to meet his. Your pupils are blown wide, lust evident in them as you stare at him.

Your eyes roll back as Johnny shifts his hips, his name leaving your lips in a cry. Your head drops back down, resting against the table as Johnny pistons his hips against your ass. He’s getting close, Simon can tell by the way he’s grunting, brows furrowed in concentration. He’s trying not to cum first, no doubt he could have cum just from tasting your pussy. You’re close too, he can tell by the sounds your making, the way your body is wrought tight like a spring, muscles pulled tight.

“Cum for me.” Johnny grunts, sliding a hand around to your front to tease your clit. “Come on.”

“Please, please,” you whine, your body shuddering from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Johnny groans, nearly falling against your back as you cum with a moan, your body arching off the table before falling limp.

Simon pushes Kyle’s hand away gently, tucking himself back in his pants. Johnny is frantically thrusting into you, chasing his own high. He won’t let Johnny give everyone else sloppy seconds, he won’t let Johnny have the satisfaction of cumming in you first. He already gets the bragging rights of being your first two orgasms of the night.

His fingers wrap around Johnny’s throat, tugging him back away from you before he can cum. Johnny swallows thickly, eyes turning up to stare at his alpha. “Not this time.” He says, ignoring Johnny’s pitiful whine.

Your body flops to the side, sitting down so you’re leaning against the coffee table. Simon stares down at Johnny’s pathetic face before sighing, releasing his beta. He moves over to you, holding out a hand. He’ll at least give Johnny this satisfaction.

He moves you onto your knees, making sure you’re steady on shaking legs. “Cum on her tits like a good boy.” He says, motioning for Johnny to stand.

Johnny is on his feet instantly despite his own tremors, his hand wrapping around his cock. He stands over you, your gaze lifted to his face as he pumps his cock, still slick and shiny with your juices. If Simon were in a different headspace he would have sucked it right off of Johnny’s cock. He’s not in that headspace, though. Right now he’s in control.

Johnny spurts his cum all over your chest, white globules slipping down your sweaty skin. “Fuck…” he groans, furiously squeezing out every last drop that he can.

Simon looks up to Kyle, his hand rubbing the bulge in his own jeans. He smirks, motioning to him. He gets up off the couch, approaching slowly. “Clean her up.” He says, Kyle immediately dropping to his knees in front of you. He bends down, running his tongue across your skin, cleaning off Johnny’s cum.

Simon’s cock twitches in his pants as he watches, throbbing hard with arousal. John rises from the couch, approaching you from the other side. You tilt your head up to stare at him, licking your lips.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He says. “We’ll be more comfortable.”

Kyle slips his arms under you before any of them can move, lifting you up off the floor. Simon leads the way down the hall to the bedroom, opening the door and flicking on the light. Kyle follows him in, laying you down in the middle of the bed. The four of them stand there, staring at you. You’re the only one naked, laying bare and vulnerable in front of them. Your thighs squeeze together, throat bobbing as you gulp. He feels like a hunter staring down his prey, a hungry lion with a wounded gazelle in his sights. He needs to ruin you, to show them just how much he can do to you before you lose it entirely.

He’s the first of them to move, crawling onto the edge of the bed. It dips under his weight, your body shifting as he crawls over to you, sitting back on his knees.

“Hi,” you breathe softly, doing that thing he loves, acknowledging him so sweetly. It always gets his heart pumping, his blood racing.

“Hello, love.” he says, dropping a hand to rest on your stomach. He can feel your breaths, in and out, slow and even despite the fucking you had just partaken in. His other hand brushes the hair from your face, letting you see him nice and clear. “Ready for me?”

You nod, eyes flickering to the others. They’re busy with John, the bed dipping as they force him down next to you.

Simon slides his hand down your stomach, fingers passing over your clit lightly before he slides them down further. You’re soaked, leaking slick as he gathers some on his fingers. He doesn’t want to hurt you, thankfully Johnny had already done that bit for him.

Your body opens to him as he presses his fingers into you, a soft moan leaving your lips. He glances up to your face, finding you staring to the side at Johnny and Kyle as the squabble over John’s cock. That simply won’t do. He needs your attention on him. He’s the one with his fingers stuffed in your pussy.

He grips your chin, tugging your head to the other side so you’re staring at him. His gaze is sharp as he stares down you, a shiver running through you under his harsh gaze. “I’m the one pleasurin’ you yeah?” He says, and you nod. “Then you look at me.”

“Yes, alpha.” you breathe.

A shiver runs down his spine this time, his alpha rising in the back of his mind, satisfied with your answer. He’s pacing in his cage, the temptation to absolutely ruin you, sink his teeth into you and shake is strong. He wants to devour you and your very soul, draw out your omega and let the two of them fight for dominance.

“Good girl.” He praises you, fighting those thoughts back. His touch is tender as he brushes a hand over your hair, the fingers stuffed into you curling.

You gasp, body jerking just slightly as his fingers press up against that soft spot inside of you. He finds it easily, well accustomed to your body after so long. He pushes his fingers against that spot over and over, curling them back towards himself as you nearly shake in pleasure. You know what’s coming. He’s taught you well enough to know what this means.

“Simon…” you moan, hands curled into the comforter. Probably should have removed that but too late now. He’s sure you have a spare somewhere.

“Feel good?” He asks, slowing down just slightly.

You nod, letting out the sweetest whine. “Feels so good.”

“Good.” He says, proud that he’s bringing you pleasure. His other hand presses into your stomach, pushing down against the hand thrusting into you.

Your body shakes as he continues his assault against that spot inside of you, pressing and curling his fingers with every thrust in. You’re close, he can feel it with the way you’re squeezing around him, trying to pull his fingers in deeper. An idea starts to form in his head as he glances up at Kyle, John’s cock down his throat.

“Pretty boy,” He calls out, Kyle choking in surprise around John’s cock before he lifts his head. “Come over here.”

Kyle moves away from John’s cock, Johnny eagerly taking his place. Simon directions Kyle between your legs, continuing to relentlessly thrust against that spot inside of you. You’re a moaning mess, body writhing as you get closer and closer to the edge. Kyle holds his head down, watching Simon’s fingers fuck into you. He has no idea what’s about to happen, what he’s about to experience.

Simon feels it, the immense pressure forcing his fingers out as you squirt, splattering Kyle’s face with fluid.

The beta groans, tongue darting out to lick at the droplet dripping down his lip. “Oh, shit.”

Simon stuffs his fingers into you again, ignoring the spasming of your pussy around him as he focuses on that spot again. “One more time.”

“Can’t...can’t…” you whine pathetically, body writhing in pleasure. It’s a beautiful sight, your mind gone and overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s bringing you.

“Yes, you can.” Simon says, frantically pressing up against that spot again.

You nearly scream as you squirt again, Kyle waiting eagerly right there, getting coated in your fluid again. Simon stares down at you, your body shaking almost violently with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. His eyes glance down at Kyle and the creamy white coating his cock.

“Fucking hell.” He says, staring as the beta pushes himself up onto his knees. “Did you cum all over yourself.”

“Couldn’t help it.” He whines, passing a hand over his still-hard cock. “That was so hot.”

Simon reaches over, smearing some of the cum on his fingers before pressing them into Kyle’s mouth. He sinks them as deep as he can, pressing against the back of Kyle’s tongue. Kyle sucks hard on Simon’s fingers, cleaning the cum off of them with his tongue before Simon pulls them free. He pushes him towards you, patting his ass. “Be a good boy and clean her up.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle moans, immediately dropping between your thighs.

He shifts over to Johnny and John, Johnny’s nose pressed against John’s pelvis, his hips humping the side of the bed. Simon slips a hand under him, feeling the damp spot there. “Fuckin’ slag.” He groans, gathering some of Johnny’s cum on his fingers. “Came on yourself too?”

Johnny whines, pulling John’s cock from his mouth. “Cannae help it.”

Of course he’d cum all over himself. Johnny has little control over his body sometimes, especially when it comes to sex. Such a needy little pup, can’t even control his own cock. “Should punish you for that.” he says, delivering a light slap to Johnny’s ass.

“Go easy on him.” John says lazily, running a hand over Johnny’s mohawk. “It’s not his fault he can’t control himself when you’re over there making a mess of our girl.”

Our girl.

You’ve been called that before, but it never fails to make something in Simon’s chest heave. Hearing it from John is something special. You were just supposed to be his girl, only John’s. His omega, his partner. But, you let him in. You let him take part in your special relationship, hell, you let him mark you. You’re their girl, their omega, their partner. He’s has just as much of a say as John does when it comes to you.

Something about that makes his chest ache.

His gaze is drawn to you as you let out a whine, Kyle’s head buried between your thighs. They’re squeezing around him and if it weren’t for Kyle’s muffled moans he might be worried the man was being suffocated.

John takes your hand, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. Your gaze shifts over to him, eyes hooded and pupils blown with pleasure. “Holding on over there?” He asks softly.

Your legs squeeze around Kyle’s head, a muffled sound coming from him. “Barely.” You gasp. Kyle’s hand grips your thigh, dimpling the skin.

“Easy now.” Simon says, pulling one of your legs to the side, freeing Kyle. “Don’t want to kill him do you?”

“I doubt he’d complain.” John says. “Just look at him, fucked out and cumming all over himself and all he’s doing is giving head.”

Kyle moans against your pussy, grinding his hips against the bed. You definitely should have removed the comforter.

Simon grips Kyle by the back of his neck, pulling him away from your overstimulated pussy. Enough teasing. You’re all more than ready now. He grips Johnny by the hair, the slag moaning at the tugging against the strands. He pulls them both up in front of them so he’s staring at them. “You’ve been good boys.” He says, looking between them. “Good boys get to play with their toys.”

They both let out a groan, eyes darkening.

“You wanna play with our girl?” He asks them, both of them nodding enthusiastically. “Go on then.” He releases them, smacking Johnny’s ass. “I better not hear any complaints.”

Kyle is immediately on you, wrapping his arms around you to flip you over onto his chest. Simon opens the drawer of the nightstand, tossing Johnny a bottle of lube.

“We’re gonna make you feel good, princess.” Kyle says, kissing you. “Come on.” He eases you back, dragging his cock through your folds.

Simon watches as you sink down on Kyle’s cock, moaning softly. Johnny’s quick to slather some lube on his finger before bringing it to your ass. It’s not the first time you’ve taken one of them there, but it has been a while. The first time had been between Johnny and Kyle, not unlike now. He’d gotten to hear plenty about it on base. How long ago that seems now.

You let out a whimper as Johnny’s finger probes your ass, the beta shushing you gently. “I’ve got ye, kitten. Don’t worry.”

Simon’s hand drops to his cock, fisting it in his big hand. John’s still laid back against the bed, head turned and watching you. His hard cock is leaking against his stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care. Simon will always admire his self control.

Kyle’s hands are on your hips, rocking you back and forth as Johnny works his fingers into your ass. Simon squeezes the base of his cock as he watches, trying to hold himself back. He’s been holding himself back since the three of you were grinding against each other in the living room. He can last a bit longer.

You let out a moan, hands pressing against Kyle’s chest for leverage as you keep rocking your hips, every press back pushing Johnny’s fingers further into you. Johnny looks ready to cum again, and Simon can just picture how tightly you’re squeezing around him.

You let out a whimper, your body starting to shake already. You lay yourself down across Kyle’s chest, resting your head there. You’ve stopped moving, letting Johnny’s hand thrust into you.

“Getting lazy on me?” Kyle asks, his hands running down your back.

He won’t be having any of that. Simon shifts forward, bringing a hand down against your ass. Your body jolts in surprise, pushing back up so you’re seated over Kyle’s hips. “That’s not very nice of you.” He rumbles. “They’re taking their sweet time playing with you and you’re giving up already?”

You whimper, shuddering as Kyle rocks his hips up into yours. “I’m tired.”

Simon tilts his head. “You’re tired? We’re just getting started and you’re already tired?”

You swallow thickly. “’S not my fault you started with the party trick.”

Simon makes a fake sympathetic noise in his throat. Pathetic. You’re giving out sooner than the thought you might. All that stamina you had is gone, wasted away. “You can’t handle a little party trick?”

Fingers sink into his hair, tugging his head back. He growls lowly at the threat of the position, leaving his throat open and vulnerable. Simon releases you, tilting his head further to stare at John. It’s his fingers in his hair, his hand gripping his head, forcing him into such a submissive position.

John is kneeling on the bed now, having shifted up onto his knees. “Easy, now.” John says, Simon’s throat bobbing as he swallows. “You like playing the big, controlling alpha?”

Simon nods, gulping again. He can feel it, the edge of John’s control pressing up against his, challenging him. “Yes, sir.”

John hums, tugging on Simon’s hair to maneuver him over onto his hands and knees. Such a degrading position for an alpha. His control is slipping, that hidden part of his mind starting to seep through, that desire to let go becoming more and more prominent. His alpha is no longer prowling, itching to bite and sink his claws in. He’s receding back into his cage, slipping back somewhere safe to sleep while this other side takes control.

“I think you’ve played enough.”