Burning Desire - COD One-Shots

Halloween Party - y/n and Ghost

18+ smut

The club was packed with people wearing every costume you could imagine when you and your friends pulled up in a yellow cab. It was Halloween and you all had decided to take a break from your busy lives to party in the tiniest costumes you could find. While your friends had gone for a classic angel and devil look, you had decided to put your short black hair to work and dressed as Mia from Pulp Fiction.

Considering your obsession with mafia romance books, it wasn't that far of a stretch to dress as the wife of a mobster. Clad in thigh-high lace tights and boots, a short black skirt, and a mostly unbuttoned white top, you couldn't remember the last time you had felt this sexy.

"If you don't find a man to take you home, y/n, I'm taking you back to my place," your friend Ali told you as your group walked into the club. She looked you up and down as if she hadn't already seen your costume twenty times that night since you had all gotten ready together.

"I told you guys, I'm not going home with anyone," you said with a sigh, still recovering from your recent breakup.

"Well at least you're providing local eye candy," your other friend, Maddie said. "Speaking of..." she trailed off, eyeing the tall group of men who walked past you.

"Shots anyone?" you offered, trying to keep Maddie from straying from the group so early into the night.

Both girls squealed their agreement and followed you to the bar.

As you were downing your second tequila, something bumped your arm and sent the golden liquid spilling down your chest.

"Watch it man," you shouted to the broad shoulders in front of you.

"Sorry about that, love," the tall man said with a deep British accent as he turned around to face you. After taking in your costume and lingering too long on your breasts for your comfort, he turned his burning blue gaze to your own caramel brown eyes. "Let me buy you a replacement."

"It's fine," you told him, trying to ignore the excited bubbles growing in your stomach. You tried to turn back to your friends, but a strong hand landed gently on your shoulder, only intensifying the lust burning through you. Fuck, you thought to yourself as he leaned farther in, he even smells good.

Without looking at you, he motioned over the bartender and ordered two more tequila shots, this time a few shelves above what you had been drinking. He handed you a freshly poured shot and clinked his own against the one being held limply in your own hand before downing it with the tip of his head. "Put anything you want on my tab," he said. Although, looking through his strange, masked costume into his piercing eyes, you realized he wasn't really saying it but demanding it.

Finally regaining your composure, you strengthened your grip on the small glass in your hand and took down your own shot, keeping your eyes locked on his. You noticed how his black-smudged stare connected with your lips as you licked the last drop of tequila from the rim of your shot glass. "And who's tab, exactly, would that be?" you asked him, suddenly remembering how to flirt after your months of involuntary celibacy.

"Ghost," he deadpanned, giving in to his obvious desires and wiping a drop of liquor from your mouth, successfully smudging your red lipstick in the process.

"Right," you said, rolling your eyes. You took in the rest of his costume and decided it was a fitting name, although you couldn't really think of a character clad in army gear and a hooded skull mask whose name was Ghost.

"Don't roll your eyes at me again, love," he whispered into your ear after leaning in and pushing your short black hair from your face.

Your lips parted and you stared up at him in shock as he pulled away slowly, a few of your hairs clinging onto his mask until he was far enough away that they fell back to frame your face. A desire like you had never experienced traveled through you, making you embarrassingly clench your thighs right in front of this stranger.