The Abyss: Task Force 141 II Ghost x YN

Trouble

As you stepped into your room, the scent of him clinging to the shirt you wore filled you senses, enveloping you in the essence of him. 

Your fingers traced over the sensitive skin of your neck, where you could still feel the lingering tinge of kisses. The memory of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a longing ache within you. You secretly folded his shirt and placed it on your pillow, the scent of him slowly enveloping the fabric. It would be a secret comfort for you throughout the day, a reminder of the night you share together. 

In the mess hall, the men were preoccupied with their hangovers, their attention elsewhere. Ghost and you exchanged stolen glances, a secret language of desire between the two of you that no one else seemed to notice. 

Roach and Gaz groaned in unison, their head hanging low at hey tried to keep themselves from throwing up. Soap rubbed his temples, trying to ease his pounding headache. They were in no state to notice anything going on around them. 

"You guys are hopeless" You said putting a frozen pack of bacon on the pan, "Here crispy and oily". They mumbled their thanks, grateful for the food and your presence. They lined up to as you plated eggs and bacon, when you handed Ghost a plate, your fingers skimmed over his, a jolt of electricity passed through both of you, revealing a smile on your face, "Thanks" he gave a small, quick wink. 

You didn't know how you were supposed to be this close to him all day and not think about last night. Memories of his body moving against you, belonging to him and only him. His mind traveled to the same places as you. A part of him instinctively wanted to claim you in front of everyone, pull you onto his lap and let everyone know who you belonged to. 

His teeth grinded with possession but he respected your needs and would wait as long as he needed for you to be his. 

As the day progressed, the stolen touches, flirtatious glances and gunfire filled the range. The other guys quickly succumbed to their hangovers, leaving you and Ghost alone. 

"Got any plans this afternoon" You asked cleaning the weapons.

"I have paperwork to finish" an event that bored him, he stepped right behind you, "But tonight, I'm all yours" 

You shuttered at his proximity, "Maybe I can help out" you offered shyly

"You would willingly help me with paperwork?" a small chuckle escaped his mouth

Your voice rose in a lie, "Yeah I love paperwork". He smiled and walked proudly with you to his office. He settled into a chair across from you, his presence filling the space like a dark shadow wanting to swallow you whole. He couldn't help but take in the sight of you as you worked on the paperwork. Every now and then, his eyes would wander to your face.

You noticed each time he looked up, "You know if you keep staring at me, we're going to be here all night"

"You're a lot prettier than these files" his eyes darkened, "God I hate paperwork" he mumbled. 

"Maybe we can make it more interesting" you stalked your way around the desk in front of him. His eyes filled with desire as you got closer to him. He turned the chair, pivoting to fface you as you came to stand in front of him. 

"More interesting?" he echoed with arousal.

You nodded as you slowly dropped to your knees maintaining eye contact. A hiss escaped his lips as you slipped down onto your knees. Your hand traveled along his thighs igniting a fire within him. His muscles stiffened under your touch as you saw his bulge grow in his pants. 

He clenched his jaw as you undid his belt buckle, his breathing deepening, "What are you doing?" 

You pull his dick out already dripping with precum, "Helping with paper work" your eyes fluttered upwards. You licked the head and swirled around it with your tongue, teasing him. Your lips wrapped around his cock as you adjusted to his size in your throat. He couldn't hold back any longer as his shallow breathes grew. He held your hair out of your face and pushed himself further down your throat making you sputter. You kept going, bobbing your head up and down pushing your tongue against him.