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Lessons Learned

Ghost/Gaz/F!Reader

After Gaz cheated to win a bet over Ghost, Ghost is looking to get his own back, and he’s wondering if you’d be willing to help him.

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Ghost uses you to punish Gaz by making him hold your hands down as Ghost tonguefucks you until you cry (consensually, ofc).

NSFW below the cut, minors get out now.

You were the only one to see how Ghost’s eyes darkened when Gaz claimed victory in the bet last weekend. You were the only one watching as Ghost sunk back into his seat, staring at the beer left in his glass as he pieced together how Gaz had played a little loose with the rules in order to win the pile of cash in the middle of the table. He was pissed, that anyone would play unfair, even when Gaz remedied the situation by using his winnings to supply the next round.

So, when Ghost caught your arm the next time you stopped by his office, pulling you close and cupping your face in his hands, whispering as he asked if you’d noticed anything about Gaz over the last couple of days, you knew exactly what he was on about.

“The bet, last Friday?” You guessed, trying to act like you didn’t.

“Yes, the bet. What about it?”

“That he won?”

“By breaking the rules.”

“Aww, Si, you about to start complaining how it’s not fair?” You mirrored how he was holding your face, pressing your thumb to his lips through the mask. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you thought of it first.”

“Course I would. Still, Gaz cheated. Cheated me, cheated you. I think he should answer for that.”

“And how do you intend to make him answer for it?”

“With you.” Ghost’s hand squeezed on your chin. “If you’ll help me.”

“Help you? How?”

Ghost chuckled lightly. “Just, come back here this afternoon, without anything on under those jeans,” he ran his thumb over your lips, “and, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Take care, how?”

“Lie you out on this desk, use my tongue on you till you cry. Make Gaz watch.”

His words sent heat flooding through your body. The idea of Ghost treating you right in the best way possible, while making Gaz sit and watch, getting frustrated and whiny as Ghost kept control of both of you… “You’d better do that. And more”

“Don’t I always?” He tugged your head down towards his, resting your foreheads together, a compromise you’d made around how hard it was to kiss him when he was in his mask. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, as Ghost let go of you. “I’ll see you after lunch?”

“Me and Gaz, after lunch.” He nodded, as you left his office.

The time could not go past fast enough. Back in your own office, you sat, staring at the clock watching the seconds tick by until lunch had come and gone, and you were beginning to wonder how long you should wait before hurrying up the corridor to Ghost’s office, sans underwear. How long could you get away with, before Ghost would come and find you? He’d probably berate you for keeping him and Gaz waiting, and turn today into a punishment for you as much as Gaz. Ghost didn’t ask for much in your relationship, but he did prefer for his rules to be kept.

At half two, you’d reflected enough to decide that making Ghost come look for you wasn’t the best idea (for today, at least), and you left your office to hurry over to Ghost’s, not even bothering to knock as you walked in.

Ghost looked up and chuckled. “Took you long enough. Kept Gaz here waiting.”

He nodded to where Gaz was sat on the sofa, arms crossed and a face made like he was sulking.

“This is so not fucking necessary, Si. Can’t you just yell at me or something?”

“You don’t learn when I do that, so we’re trying something different.” Ghost pulled his mask off, rubbing a hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in short spikes. He caught your eye as you giggled at that, and beckoned you close. “On the desk, love.”

He helped you up to lie down on the already cleared surface, humming lightly as he did the cursory work to expose what he needed of your body, undoing the buttons on your shirt and pulling your trousers down around your ankles. Without anything to do, you tilted your head back, staring at Gaz, who was still sat on the sofa, making a point of not looking at either of you.

Simon saw where you were looking, and pressed his hand on your thigh, the warmth sinking into your skin as you relaxed under his touch. “Don’t worry, love. Gaz is waiting until he’s told.”

You nodded as Ghost spread your legs wide and knelt between them, grabbing your ass as he exhaled directly onto your cunt. You gasped and squirmed, stuttering out his name, because he fucking knew how sensitive you got when he did that. Ghost responded by grabbing you tighter before pushing his tongue against your pussy. Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing hold of the short strands and pulling at it, desperately trying to keep him quiet between your thighs, but you weren’t strong enough to stop him from pulling his head back and uttering a single word.

“Kyle.”

Gaz shot up and raced to the other side of the desk, his eyes immediately finding yours, already filled with desperate frustration, as he leaned over and reached down your body. You thought he was reaching down to help Ghost toy with you, to roll his fingers over your clit in a way no one by he could, but instead he grabbed your hands, pried your fingers from Ghost’s hair, and pulled them up over your head, holding them still by his sides, effectively pinning you in place.

“Gaz?” The startled gasp left your lips as you instinctively kicked at Ghost’s back.

Ghost gently rubbed his hands up your thighs to soothe you, showing he was still paying attention to you as he spoke to Gaz. “Remember, Kyle. You hold ‘em down, you don’t touch ‘em anywhere else, you don’t touch me, you don’t touch yourself. You keep your eyes on their face, watch exactly what I’m doing to them, until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz gasps, pressing his hips against the edge of the desk, tightening his grip as you try to pull your hands free.

“Good.” Ghost’s voice softened when he addressed you. “Love?”

“Yeah?” you dragged your eyes from Gaz’s to look down at Ghost.

“Colour?”

“Green.” You responded.

“Good.”

With that, Ghost was done talking. He dragged one of his hands up your thigh to your core, dipping his fingers into the mix of your wet pussy and his saliva, pushing your lips wide and shoving his tongue into you. The sudden movement made you drop your head back to the desk, meeting Gaz’s eyes again as a breath choked its way out of your mouth, lips parted as Ghost ate you out sinfully. You couldn’t feel anything by Ghost’s grip on your thighs, his tongue on your pussy, and Gaz’s grip on your hands, everything else disappearing in the pleasure and the security they provided as they held you down over this desk.

When you focused on Gaz’s face, you could see his eyes flitting about your body and how it was moving, straining simultaneously away and into Ghost’s mouth. Gaz’s lips were moving, he was saying something, muttering about how good you looked with Ghost servicing you, not that you could be sure. You couldn’t hear anything beyond how messy and wet your pussy was.

Ghost was taking you apart, skilfully dissolving your resolve in mere seconds, hooking his tongue each time he dragged it out of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit, certainly delivering on what you’d been shivering with anticipation for the whole day. He was earning every moan that fell from your lips as you shook in his and Kyle’s grip, begging to cum while you still could form coherent speech, because you wouldn’t by the time Ghost was done with you.

Gaz wanted so badly to drag his gaze away from your face, from your body, to look anywhere else, because otherwise he was going to cum inside his boxers, and he didn’t even want to think about what Ghost would have to say about that. It wasn’t like he’d told Gaz he couldn’t cum until Ghost said, but he’d have a mocking mouthful for Kyle in this scenario. Something about him being so eager to spread his cum around, he couldn’t even wait to see good pussy before he did it. How was Ghost supposed to keep picking up after Kyle, because if Kyle wasn’t hard when there was needy pussy waiting, then Ghost would have to fuck it instead, wouldn’t he?

Gaz grit his teeth, jutting his erection against the edge of the desk, the spike of pain staving off the inevitable just enough for him to tighten his grip on your hands as you cried out, back arching off the desk as Ghost got you to cum. Ghost hushed you gently, massaging your thighs as you shook against the wood, before sitting back on his heels and looking up at Gaz.

“Kyle.”

Gaz dragged his gaze down your body, then up to look at Ghost. “Yes?”

“You cum yet?”

“No.”

Ghost kept looking at him, wordlessly, his lips and chin shining in the bright light, as he waited for Gaz to correct himself.

“No, sir.”

“Do you want to?” Ghost kept his eyes on Gaz, but started rubbing his fingers around the edge of your sticky pussy, making you whine underneath their staring match.

“Yes, I do, sir.”

“Can you wait for this one to have one more?” Ghost pushed the tips of his fingers into you, making you squirm, one of your wrists sliding until Gaz caught it again. “Promised I’d make them cry, is all.”

“You…” bastard, Kyle wanted to say, but then he wouldn’t cum at all. “You never promise me that.”

“You’ve never asked for it. Would you like it?”

“I… maybe another time?”

“Another time it is. Keep ‘em still, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz swallowed, dropping his head back down to stare at you, mumbling your name as you twitched, still sensitive as Ghost’s tongue dipped back inside you. “You wanna cry, huh?”

You nodded, staring up at Gaz as he leant down closer to you, concealing the words he whispered.

“That’s how he got you to agree to this? I could’ve made you cry, you know.”

You nodded, eyes beginning to glaze over as Ghost moved his lips up, pulling your clit between his teeth.

“So, why are we here?” Gaz hovered just above your face, slowly blurring out of focus as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, thighs twitching as Ghost dragged you to the edge again, the pads of his fingers dragging over the edge of your wet hole.

“You… cheated…” You huffed out, between stuttering breaths as the knot pulled tight in your gut again.

Gaz sighed, air brushing over your cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Not… me, you should… apologise to.” You felt the tears run down your cheeks as you twisted, trying to pull back from Ghost. “Too… too much…”

Ghost hummed, gently rubbed your thigh and slowed his fingers, settling them into a rhythm as Gaz’s lips ghosted over your cheeks, pressing against your skin until you shook, and came again.

“There we go… Good pet.” Ghost eased back, gently pulling you up from the desk into his arms, beckoning Kyle to follow as he crossed the room to the sofa. He sank back into the cushions, curling you on one side, and spreading his lap open for Gaz to sit on.

“You too, Gaz. So good for me.”

Gaz huffed, shoving his hands against Ghost’s shoulders. “Can I cum? Sir?”

“We’re done now, Kyle. Just us now, just Simon, Kyle, and this one, yeah?”

You wiped your eyes to watch as Simon cupped the back of Kyle’s neck, pressing their foreheads together, sighs leaving their mouths as they rested for a moment, before kissing.

“You want to cum, yeah?”

Gaz nodded, pushing his hips forward. “Yeah. So bad.”

“Go on, then. Take care of yourself.”

“Lazy bastard.” Gaz groaned out, as he undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, hard and leaking before he wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself.

“I’ve only got two hands.” Ghost pointed out. One was on your shoulder, keeping you pulled close to his side, and the other was on the back of Gaz’s head, holding him steady as Gaz groaned, dragging himself towards the finish line. “That’s it, go on, cum for me, yeah?”

“Fucking want to, Christ, Simon…” Gaz groaned. “Fuck…”

“Yeah…” Ghost was rubbing his thumb over Gaz’s skin, stopping when you placed your hand over his on the back of Gaz’s neck. “Pet?”

“Hush.” You said to him as you dragged yourself up to your knees, cuddling up to Gaz’s side, pressing your lips against his ears, whispering over and over how he should cum for you, cum for you, cum for us, as Gaz shivered under your touch, and emptied himself over Ghost’s shirt.

“Fuck,” was all Gaz said as Ghost tangled the two of you together on his lap, trapping Gaz as he tried to pull his shirt off to maximise how much of his skin could be pressed against yours. You bat it away, wrinkling your nose as you felt the material of Ghost’s t-shirt, wet with Gaz’s cum, stick to your skin.

“That was fucking beautiful.” Ghost murmured, kissing each of you in turn, one of his partners snuggled up against each shoulder. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Gaz hummed. “What about you, Si? You cum yet?”

“I can wait.” Simon murmured.

“Hell no,” Gaz struggled to sit up. “You’re not doing that again.”

“We cum, you cum. Simple, as.” You sat up with him, both staring Ghost down like it was a challenge.

He laughed. “You’re both insatiable. You can take me apart later, I promise, but right now both of you are going to sit here, and have a drink and a snack.”

Gaz huffed. “Can’t make us do that.”

Ghost grabbed the back of his neck again. “Yes, I can. You’re not denying me my aftercare, Gaz.”

“Of course not, Si.” You cupped his face. “Aftercare away. Then later, we’ll tear you into pieces, in exchange.”

Ghost sighed. “I’d like that.”

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