Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

MINI | HE FINDS YOU AFTER A MISSION

Ghost stalked toward you, slats of artificial light pouring through the blinds of your room window, striping his figure. You could just about see the menace flashing across his eyes like a flare in the night sky.

He was already unbuckling his utility belt, putting his gun down on the counter. It clattered quietly. You gulped. There was little between your body and him except the flimsy, light cotton of your pyjamas. 

The closer he got the more the height difference showed, his boots still heavy on the ground. You had to tilt your neck back to look up to him. Half blinks and soft gasps as your mouth fell agape silently.

"How did it go?"

You didn't really care to know how it went, him coming back through the door alive was enough for you. And he didn't really care to tell you, he wasn't a man for words in these moments. He never was.

Agile hands ripped off his vest and threw it to the floor. He was hungry. He was starving. He was... right... there. The smell of metal and sweat and blood all over him. A state of primal being. 

"If you don't want to look, I'll turn you around."

The words came out in a low growl as he leaned toward your ear, tucking loose hairs behind it. The warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

His fingers trailed along your neck, splitting round your throat to hold your jaw firm as he inhaled deeply. He was going to rip you apart this time. The scent of him was intoxicating, it was so familiar, the aura of battle. 

"Are you gonna watch?"

This was rage. You were ready to be consumed. His soft, wet tongue teased your lips. Your words full of heat as they rolled over his teeth.

"Yes."

It made his lips burst from a thin line to a maniacal grin and he ran his hands down your curves, bringing your top up and over your head, lowering himself slightly so he could dig his canines into the flesh of your neck. The action made a moan escape from between your lips. You could feel the vessels bursting under the pressure of his bite, forming a bruise that would mark you as his. 

"I need you," he whispered between gentle kisses planted over tender purple and red he left in his wake. "God, you don't know how I need you. It drives me crazy."

With that you felt released from yourself, arms grabbing his shirt, untucking it from his trousers and practically ripping it over his head. He was grimy, covered in a thin layer of cold sweat already. The seconds break of his body away from you sent him up the wall, crawling within his own skin. When he collided skin against skin, he was in another dimension, baring his teeth at you as he moulded your breasts in one hand, wrapping his other within your mess of hair. 

You were supposed to be quiet, supposed to not let anyone else know. Despite the knowing side glances you got from Soap, despite the way Ghost stiffened when you stood next to him, the blush which creeped over your face like an unwelcome guest - everyone knew, maybe it was just a state of denial. But you couldn't help is as your vocal chords squeezed out his name in a breathy exhale as he clambered between your legs, grinding heavily against you. His shadow cast over your body, enveloping every inch. He was desperate, it showed in the way he slid your shorts down over your feet, the way he sighed in almost relief as he buried himself inside of you. 

The mask wasn't coming off tonight, this was rage, not love making. His crashed his mouth against yours again, his tongue dancing in the gaping cavity that was your mouth as you made room for more moans to escape. No, this was not love making. This was fucking.