#ghostmw2smut

“Y-you’re putting me in a weird p-position, Lieutenant.” Mykie didn’t know what to say, she wanted to say yes, but she was scared and wanted to say no. What would this do to their bond as teammates, what would this do to her mentally, and what could this do to the team? Mykie’s mind was racing a million miles an hour. 

“Mykie, you can say no. If I scared you, I’m sorry.” Ghost responded, leaning back a little. 

Mykie shook her head quickly. “G-Ghost…I have no issues with this, I just…” She trailed off not being able to make eye contact with Ghost. 

Ghost chuckled. “I won’t harm you if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“I…um…also didn’t expect this…from you. The others hit on me all the time. I know they’re always joking but, I don’t think you’re joking…and you’ve never talked t-to me like this.” Mykie struggled to find the right words. 

“No, you’re right. I don’t usually talk like this. And I’ve never spoken to any female that’s been on the team like this.” Ghost chuckled more. 

“W-would the mask come off?” Mykie asked as she focused on breathing. 

“No. Unless you really want it to.”

“It can say…” Mykie said, slowly realizing she basically just agreed to have sex with the top of this team, the scariest of them all. Her Lieutenant. 

“Is that a yes, Mykie? I need to hear an actual ‘yes’. I won’t act on anything without consent.” Ghost questioned. 

Mykie nodded her head slowly. 

“I need to hear it. This isn’t me teasing you.” Ghost enforced. 

“Y-yes…” Mykie stuttered, her eyes were closed, and any confidence that started to come back quickly left again. “Why me?”

“Good question, I think because you’re the first to really try to talk to me. Not like Soap does. Soap jokes around, but we’ve never been personal before. No one has cried in my arms.” Ghost admitted. “You made me feel different than I usually do. And after watching you almost get killed, while I sat waiting, not being able to see what was happening in that room, hearing you swear at them, then the gunshot, hearing you in pain, it made me feel something different.” Ghost sighed. “It’s weird for me too…”

“I…I’m shocked.” Myke straightened her back. 

“You and me both.” Ghost looked Mykie in the eyes. Mykie looked away quickly, the blush coming back, this time in full force. 

“How about I be a man of my word?” Ghost asked as he took a step closer, he held out his hand for her to take. 

They continued their short walk to Mykie’s room, “Why my room?” Mykie asked as she pulled out her keycard. 

“We can go to mine if you’d like, I just don’t usually let people in.” 

Mykie pushed open her door, nodding her head, “This is fine.” 

Ghost lightly pushed Mykie further into her room. “Ghost…I should tell you…I’ve never done this…before.” Mykie admitted.

“I’ll take it slow. I promise.” Ghost informed as he pulled the black baklava up over his nose, bits of his dirty blonde hair were visible now at the nape of his neck. He slowly walked her back to the bed, she felt the bed hit the back of her knees and sat. 

“Blonde…” Mykie mumbled as she looked up at him in awe. 

“Ah, yeah. Sometimes I even forget I have blonde hair.” Ghost chuckled. “May I?” He asked as he held out a hand near her cheek. It was her bruised cheek. 

“Carefully, that’s…that’s where they hit me.” Mykie closed her eyes, ready to feel pain. His hand lightly caressed her cheek. She didn’t feel any pain, he was so surprisingly gentle. His hand retreated, he pulled off his gloves and continued to hold her cheek. Mykie kept her eyes closed, scared she might run if she opened them. She could feel a light amount of heat coming closer to her lips, and soon after, soft and warm lips touched hers lightly. Mykie reached out in front of her, finding his chest. She pulled her hand back for a moment before reaching out again, she gripped a small fist full of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

“Slow down there, lovie.” Ghost chuckled as he parted from the kiss. Mykie let out a quiet whimper. “I heard that.” 

“S-sorry.” Mykie blushed even harder, she pulled her head and arms closer to herself. 

“No need to be sorry, love. I just want to take it slow, for you.” 

Mykie shook her head, she wanted him closer. She opened her eyes slowly, he was a lot closer than she expected. His face was only inches from hers. She locked eyes with him, noticing how beautiful his eyes really were. 

“Up on the bed, now.” Ghost demanded. 

“I-I don’t think I can move. M-my shoulder, I can’t put weight on this arm.” Mykie informed him as she rubbed her left shoulder. 

Ghost nodded, he scooped his arms under her legs and behind her back, he picked her up with no resistance. Ghost gently placed her higher up on the bed, her back against her pillow and her legs out in front of her. “Comfortable?” 

Mykie nodded her head. “Thanks, sorry you had to do that.” 

“You’re not used to letting people do things for you, are you? I saw how you acted when the boys rescued you.” Ghost guessed. 

“N-no. I had to do pretty much everything for myself.” 

“Not tonight. Just sit back and let me take the wheel, ya?” Ghost said as he climbed up on the bed and kneeled in front of her. 

“I-I can try.” Mykie nodded, and she closed her eyes again, the sight of him kneeling before her was too much to handle.

“May I touch?” Ghost asked as he hovered. 

Mykie nodded her head again. She could feel his rough fingers trace the hem of her camo sweats. He hooked two fingers into the hem and pulled down. Mykie lifted her hips up just a little to help him slip them over her butt. 

“Fuck.” Ghost mumbled under his breath. 

Mykie was already wet and the evidence was staring Ghost in the face. 

“What did it for ya? The mask? My voice? My demands?” Ghost asked, his breath clearly taken away by the sight in front of him. 

“A-all of the above…” Mykie struggled to answer. 

He let out a deep chuckle. “Legs up.” Ghost demanded. 

Mykie lifted her legs lightly, Ghost gripped the top of her underwear and pulled them down swiftly. “Jesus. Fuck.” Ghost sighed, he placed her legs up on his shoulder. 

“It’s been far too long for me, you are a sight to behold, Mykie.” Ghost complemented, his accent thick. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“I am, please Ghost, just move.” Mykie wiggled. 

“So impatient, just hold still lovie.” Ghost chuckled, he lowered himself down so his mouth was level with her entrance. Ghost stuck his tongue out, making contact with her lips. He let out a low moan, sending vibrations into Mykie’s core. 

“Oh fuck.” Mykie cursed out as she pushed her legs together. 

“Uh uh, keep 'em open.” Ghost mumbled against her core. 

Mykie struggled to keep her legs open, he hardly just started but the feeling was sending waves through her whole body already. Ghost started flicking his tongue against her clit. He would suck and lap at her sensitive bud. When he did, she could feel her legs shake even more. 

“I-I don’t kn-now how much l-longer I can l-last, Ghost.” Mykie stuttered. The sensation was pushing her to the edge, fast. 

“Just a little longer, I want more of a taste.” Ghost said as he plunged his tongue into her entrance. Mykie bucked her hips. Her back arched. He quickened his pace, thrusting his tongue in and out. The mask lifted up and his nose brushed her clit.

“Oh f-fuck. Ghost, I-I’m close already.” 

“Okay, okay.” Ghost sighed softly as he pulled his head from between her legs. She could see her juices glistening on his chin and lips. Ghost wiped away the mess before crawling over her. 

“You can still back out.” Ghost offered. 

“W-why, are you th-that big, you th-think I’ll r-run?” Mykie was trying to play it cool. Her breathing hadn’t slowed just yet. 

Ghost chuckled softly, “No, but what we are about to do is personal, you can still tell me no.” He reassured her.

“I-I still want this…” Mykie trailed off, her voice was low. 

Ghost smirked, and slowly reached for the hem of her tank top. He began pulling it up, her scar was fully visible. Mykie tried to hide it with her hands. Ghost softly pushed her hands away and over her head. “There’s no shame in the scar Mykie, look.” Ghost pulled his own shirt up and over his head. His chest was peppered with scars, some really deep and others just a graze. “See? We all carry our own scars.” 

Mykie examined his chest, she ran her hands over the scars. He had one particularly larger scar across his left pec. “These look like knife wounds.”

“You’d be correct. Most of them are from knives. Got in some pretty heated fights.” Ghost informed her. 

Mykie could see the muscles in his arms tense when she touched him more. She trailed her eyes down his whole chest till her eyes fell upon his jeans. He was noticeably hard. Mykie dropped her one hand back above her head, her other laid at her side. Ghost took this as a sign, he continued to lift her tank top over her head. She too had more scars. Small ones that peppered her shoulders and her chest. 

“Lift up a little.” Ghost ordered, Mykie lifted her back off the bed slightly, just enough for Ghost’s hand to slither underneath and unclasp her bra. He wasted no time placing his lips on her breasts. Mykie arched her back at the contact. 

He snaked his other hand along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her heat once more. Slowly, and carefully, Ghost slipped one finger inside. She let out a gasp as she bit her lip. He pumped inside of her a few times before adding another finger. He moved in and out quickly while his thumb rubbed at her clit. 

Moans slipped from Mykie’s mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans. She didn’t need the rest of the squad hearing her moans. 

Her legs began to shake, another wave was washing over her, and she was close. But before she could let him know, he pulled his fingers from her and popped off her breast. Ghost sat up on his knees which were straddled on either side of Mykie’s legs. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Are you still sure?” Ghost asked one last time. 

Mykie, who was watching in anticipation, quickly nodded her head, “If you ask that again, I’m gonna start begging.” Mykie huffed, she was still exhausted from her last stolen high. “You’ve robbed me of two orgasms now, Ghost. Don’t make me start begging.” 

“Is that so?” Ghost asked, a smirk playing on his lips.  “Beg.”

Mykie let out a soft whimper as Ghost undid his pants fully and dropped them around his hips, he wasted no time in pulling his black boxers down with them. He sprang free, very clearly hard and ready to go. “Oh f-fuck…” Mykie mewled. 

“I-I don’t have any condoms. Not even in my room.” Ghost pulled back from her a little. 

“It’s not foolproof but I am on the pill,” Mykie reassured. 

“Perfect.” Ghost snarled as he dropped himself over her, he held up his weight as he hovered over her. He practically engulfed her small frame with his body. 

Mykie looked up at him with pleading eyes. “P-please. Don’t make me b-beg. J-just do it.” 

“As you wish.” Ghost didn’t hesitate lining his cock up with her entrance. He was huge, bigger than any toy she had used before. “Ready?”

Mykie nodded her head quickly, she wrapped her good arm around his neck and pulled his head closer to hers. Just as she attached her lips to his, he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Mykie gasped against his lips. Ghost stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. It wasn’t until Mykie started wiggling her hips, that he started thrusting. He started off slow, making sure she was comfortable, watching her breathing with each thrust. 

“Faster…please…” Mykie begged softly against his lips. 

Ghost moaned his response as he picked up the speed. He was moving quickly, keeping a steady pace as he thrust into her. Both let moans spill out against each other's lips as they both reached their high. 

“I-I’m…n-not gonna…cum in you. N-not this time…” Ghost said in-between huffs and pants. 

“Th-this time?” Mykie asked as she also began panting. 

“Y-you…oh f-fuck…heard me.” Ghost was reaching his own high. “Cum, cum when y-you’re…ready,” Ghost said in-between grunts and moans. 

Mykie began to tighten around him, her legs wrapped around his hips tightly. Her nails dug into his back and neck as she hit her climax. “Fuck fuck…oh my god…” Mykie moaned out as she came.

Ghost continued thrusting, riding out Mykie’s high. As soon as she relaxed he could feel his end nearing. He quickly pulled out, releasing his hot seed onto her tummy. “F-fuck. I-I’m sorry.” He said through more huffs. 

“It’s o-okay.” Mykie giggled.  “There’s some tissues on the nightstand.” She was still trying to calm her breathing. 

“Let me.” Ghost said as he reached for the tissues. After cleaning her up, he pulled his pants up and pulled the black baklava back over his mouth. 

“Could you…could you grab me one of the t-shirts hanging up in my closet?” Mykie asked as she pulled her arm over her breast, now feeling exposed.  Ghost didn’t hesitate to grab her the shirt she requested. 

“That’s a little big for you, don’t you think?” Ghost chuckled as he handed her the shirt. 

“The bigger the shirt, the more comfortable I am.” Mykie put the shirt on carefully. 

After some more aftercare, Ghost finally spoke up. “I’m going to sneak back to my room tonight, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” Ghost lifted his baklava just enough for his jawline and lips to be exposed. He planted a light kiss on her cheek before leaving the room.