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Notes - After what happened with Cole and Greta, Brahms was all alone. You were at a bar with your friends while playing truth or dare. You get dared to go to the Heelshire home, alone. You stay there for a while, meeting Malcolm after a day there. You meet a porcelain doll when Malcolm leaves, sitting next to it is a clipboard with a paper on it. Little did you know, that would get you a little date later on...

“No one will escape me like she did.” Brahms had thought to himself as he stitched up the porcelain doll from the awful beating it had been through after Cole smashing it. “ No one will ever slip from my grasp like that again.” Brahms said to himself again, pushing and pulling the string on the doll with much more rigor than before. 

Due to the events of Greta escaping and his parents drowning themselves on their holiday, Brahms was all alone now. He didn’t know what to feel towards Greta. He became very attached to her, she was the first one to actually care for him. He shook it off and finished the porcelain doll. 

At night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept rethinking the previous night, how he could’ve stopped Greta. He regretted everything else besides killing Cole and drugging Malcolm. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah, previously as Greta was escaping… actually you know what let's just go back to that night.

“Get back here.” Brahms growled, slowly moving towards Greta. “Don’t leave me.” He started crawling closer to her as she finally got the hatch open. As she started to flee, behind her she heard pounding. He was getting closer.. “You get back here!” Brahms had screamed at her as she fled out into the woods. As she was running she heard his voice behind her again, “If you leave I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him just like the others!” As she fled, Brahms crawled back into the room where Malcolm was. He pulled out something from his jean pocket, two pills. Malcolm was in and out of consciousness, he could see Brahms holding something in his hand. The next moment Brahms’ hand was close to his mouth, shoving the pills in his mouth and forcing him to swallow them. These pills were no ordinary pills, it had the possibility of making someone forget about the event that happened prior to taking it. Even though Brahms had been stuck in the walls since he was a kid, he learned what an average person learned on the daily. He knew about a lot of things, he was far from stupid.

Malcolm showed up many times still, bringing groceries to the house even though he could never find Greta. He thought that was odd, but shrugged it off and left the groceries on the front step. Every time he brought them, the previous order always disappeared so he thought that Greta was avoiding him for some reason. 

It was a friday night, you and some friends had gone out onto the town. You weren’t drunk, though some of the others were a bit. You ended up in a bar, and somehow got roped into truth or dare. You and your friends had rules, you always had to tell the truth and you always had to do the dares. It was your friend, Tracy’s turn. She looked around at her options at the table and landed on you. At first she whispered to a couple friends around her, then turned back to you while smiling, wickedly. “Truth or dare?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of you. You obviously knew that she had something in store for you either way, but you didn’t wanna seem like a pussy so you went for it. “Dare.” you stared back at her, mocking her as you crossed your arms just like she did. She whispered to the friends around her again, then turned back to you again, “You have to move out of the apartment.” She smiled at you. ‘ God dammit.’ you had thought to yourself. You knew you hated her, you knew that she was obviously a fake friend but you still stuck with her. “What kind of dare is that Tracy?” You stood up and slammed your hands on the table. “Well, I mean you haven’t really been hitting the payment mark lately sooo…” Her boyfriend, Tony had added in. You turned to Tony, “Shut up, I’m not talking to you Tony.” You turned back to Tracy, “Where am I supposed to live?” You sat back down, crossing your arms. “Well, you could always go back to America!” She laughed, and soon everyone else was laughing. You couldn’t go back to America, You couldn’t go back. You had gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity here! “I mean.. You could always try to live in that abandoned mansion up the road..It’s free.” Tony said, interrupting your thoughts. You always had a bad feeling about that house, you had heard rumors about it being haunted, or how some nanny had escaped from an insane man who lived in the walls or something. You never really believed the rumor, you were desperate so you agreed. “Whatever.. But I need a ride there.”

You had arrived at the mansion with Tony, Tracy, and 4 other friends. You got out of the car, looking up to the top of the mansion, then back down. You turned around, thinking about your stuff back at the apartment. “Wait I need my-” you got cut off by the sound of the car speeding off and laughter. You rolled your eyes, ‘Fuck.. what am I gonna do now?? I’m gonna starve!’ you thought to yourself. You were only staying in Britain for the time being, you were here for a job position that you couldn’t have gotten back in the states.. You snapped yourself out of your own thoughts and headed for the door. You twisted the knob, and with no luck, it was locked. Of course it was locked, how stupid were you? You looked around the mansion, seeing that one of the windows was slightly open. You went over and climbed in.

Brahms had heard a big thud downstairs. After what happened a week prior and his big rule, ‘no guests allowed’ he was very curious, yet furious that someone dare come into his home uninvited. He quickly, yet quietly headed from his room to downstairs where you were. “Ugh, fuck that hurt.” You said, standing up from your fall and brushing yourself off. Brahms saw you and basically fell in love. He looked you up and down, you were wearing a white, cropped long sleeve shirt with a leather jacket on top of it, with tight, low rise flared jeans on. He loved the way that your jeans and shirt had hugged your figure perfectly.

You looked around, walking forward deeper into the house. “Fuck, this place is so eerie, yet… yet very pretty.” You walked around, exploring the whole place. You stumbled upon the kitchen, you looked around. ‘...is… is this fresh food…?’ You thought to yourself, rummaging around. You explored the house more, going upstairs and finding three different bedrooms. One seemed to be an older couples, as the sheets and clothes seemed like what an older couple would have. The second one just looked to be a guest bedroom, but the third one… ugh the third one gave you the creeps. It seemed to be a young child’s bedroom, you thought you saw a doll, but you shrugged it off. Once you were satisfied with your exploring, you felt yourself getting more drowsy. You headed to the guest bedroom and fell asleep.

You woke up to the beautiful sunshine shining down on you. Little did you know, someone else was watching you wake up. You stretched and flipped the sheets off your body. You rolled your eyes, forgetting where you were for a minute. You passed the child's room, seeing the door was cracked. You got freaked out, big time. You could’ve sworn you had closed it, but shrugged it off as it had been a long night. You walked downstairs and looked at the food in the kitchen, finding that all of this is fairly new. ‘Does someone actually live here? Oh fuck, what if they find out I’m here.. What do I do-’ Before you could go one with your rapid thoughts, you heard a knock at the door. You wanted to pass out at that moment. You made your way to the window, peeking out from the shades and seeing a fairly handsome man at the door holding… groceries? As he seemed to be walking away, you quickly walked to the door and opened it. He thought he heard something, glancing back to see you, then turning all the way back around. You got quickly frightened by this and started backing away and closing the door. “O-Wait!” The man had said to you, walking towards you. “Who- I mean, ahem.. Hi, names Malcolm, uh nice to meet you.” He had said, sticking his hand out for you to shake it. “H-Hi?” You said, slowly shaking his hand. “I don’t want this to come off in a weird way but uh, w-who are you?” He lowered his hand down, awkwardly smiling. “Oh- um.. I’m…y/n.. Does uh- do you live here or something, I’m sorry I-” You started to ramble, “No! I don’t live here, but what are you doing here?” He had asked you. You opened the door more, gesturing to him to come inside. He had grabbed the groceries and walked in. You tell Malcolm how you got into this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry those people sound like dicks. Well, I'm here because there was a family here named the Heelshires-" He had gone on about Brahms, the Heelshires, and Greta. You had been a little shocked, going back to that rumor about the nanny running away from an insane man but you didn’t know what to believe. 

You and Malcolm had a lovely conversation for a while, but Brahms had been watching, and getting jealous. He saw the way you laughed and blushed around Malcolm, you had only met him for this long. How could you have fallen in love already? Two times with two different people in his home. He got angry at himself for not killing him on the spot when Greta escaped. He went back to his room and tried to calm himself down.

“Do you have to go?” You whined out, blushing as you watched Malcolm leave. “Sorry dear, I have to get back to the shop” He stopped and stretched, “Gotta get more orders in.” He smiled and winked at you. You saw him get back into his car, you waved to him as you closed the door. You felt a crush coming on, you cursed yourself, you’ve only known him for a few hours! You couldn't have. You shook it off, heading back upstairs. You stopped in your tracks before you could get to your room. The third room's door was wide open now. You knew for sure you didn’t touch it earlier, and Malcolm was downstairs the whole time. You felt your skin crawl, but you being the curious cat you are, you slowly walked towards the door. You peeked in and saw a porcelain doll sitting there and facing the door with something next to it. You wanted to run as far and fast as you could at that moment, but ended up walking into the room. The doll was quite beautiful, you ran your finger along the cheek. You looked next to it, it was a list. Of what? Rules.

Brahms had specific rules that he needed. You felt some sort of obligation to do these rules, or something would happen. You checked the time on your watch, 5:30 pm. You grabbed the doll and headed down to the kitchen, putting it on the counter and making food for the both of you. The whole situation felt off to you. You sat and ate the sandwich you made. Now it was time for bedtime. You grabbed the doll and headed upstairs, you dressed it in its pj’s and tucked it in. You forgot about one specific rule, “10. Kiss Goodnight.” and boy did Brahms make you remember it. 

Brahms was waiting and watching for the pretty girl to come back and kiss the doll. That was always his favorite time during bedtime, so when you didn’t he felt very hurt but furious that you didn’t follow the rules. He watched as you went to bed, he slammed his hands on the walls and stomped around. He removed the barrier from his closet so that he could get the doll. He grabbed it and placed it right next to your door. He knocked as loud as he could, “Y/N…” he said in his childlike voice.

You woke up in a cold sweat, hearing a child's voice from beyond the door. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck!’ you thought to yourself, clutching your chest. “Y/N, please come out.” You heard, you shook your head and pulled the blanket up to your chest. You whispered to yourself, “Just a dream, just a dream…” You closed your eyes and calmed down. 

Brahms became more irritated that you didn’t come out. He stomped his foot, grabbed the doll and angrily put it in the bed again. He went to his room again, not closing the barrier all the way. 

You got up, and used the phone in the room. You called Malcolm, “pick up, pick up, pick up..” You heard a click on the other side, “Hello?” Malcolm said. “Oh my god, thank fuck.. Is there any chance that Brahms could be alive?” You asked, still staring at the door. “What? Have you-” You interrupted him, “I know, I know it’s stupid but really, but what about Greta? Why does the doll move and talk?” You told him, obviously very paranoid. “Well.. come to think of it there has been many speculations of him still being alive. I happen to think that as well. When Greta escaped, something or perhaps.. Someone was taking the groceries in.” He said, you started to freak out. “Thanks Malcolm, gotta go bye!” You hung up, walking towards your door. You opened it and peeked down, nothing was there. You walked to the dolls room, you felt some sort of way about this situation but you couldn’t quite place it. You being a sick fuck, kinda found this whole thing hot. You wanted to test the limits, if there really was a person living here there was only one way to find out.

You tucked in Brahms again and gave him a kiss. You closed the door and prepared yourself for this. You thought about Greta, her escaping and how he went insane over this. You pretended to grab your things and opened the door. To your luck, you were met with large footsteps behind you.

You saw a long arm reach around you, keeping the door shut. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. This is who everyone is scared of, you are facing him right now. You turn around and are met with a porcelain mask, matching the doll's face. You looked at him, noticing every single feature about him. How his dark, curly brown hair had draped over the mask, how the tanktop he was wearing showed his chest, and how his body was very tense. For living in the walls for this long, he seemed like he showered and he had maintained his hair. “Don’t leave me y/n.. Please, I'll be a good boy.” You heard him whine, he didn’t have a childlike voice anymore. It was deep, piercing your core. You had built the courage to say, “Show me.” He was fairly surprised at your gestures, but he gladly did. He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs to the guest room and threw you on the bed. He was so excited, ever since the very moment you stumbled in his home, he knew he didn’t just want you, he needed you. 

You took your jacket off and threw it to the ground. Brahms took off his cardigan and shirt then grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss as he towered over you. You put a finger up to the lips on the mask. He opened his eyes, whining at you. “Brahms, I can’t kiss you with a mask on..” You said, looking at the lips then back into his eyes. He nodded, lifting the mask ever so slightly so that his lips were out. You could see the scars from his jawline, up but shook it off and grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You could tell he has been waiting for this. The kiss quickly became heated, his hands wrapped around the back of your head as he pushed you deeper into the kiss. You could feel the raging erection from his jeans, threatening to bust open. He was the one to pull away, both of you gasping for air. He pulled down the mask again, covering his lips. You could tell that he was going feral, and you were too. 

“Touch me Brahms, please .” You whimpered into his ear, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs for him. He smiled and ripped off your jeans and your panties at the same time. You felt your hips buck, feeling the cold air blow on your naked cunt. Brahms noticed this, and took notes. He crouched down and blew onto your pussy, seeing you buck up and moan louder for him. He reached a hand to you, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mm! Please Brahms..” You cried out, gripping onto the sheets. "Cover your face for me, baby." He demanded softly, and you did. Covering your eyes with your forearm, he took off his mask fully, pressing his tongue flatly to your clit. He slowly started moving his tongue up and down, then quickly shoving a slender finger in your pussy. You screamed out, feeling yourself get light headed. He hooked his arms under your legs to hold you in place. He flicked his tongue up and down faster now, moving his side to side as fast as he could. You said his name over and over again like you were brainwashed. He shoved two fingers into your warmth, pumping them up and down as he ate you out like a starving man. You moved your hips along with him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. “Brahms, s-such a g-good boy..” You choked out, reaching down to his head and pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel your legs start to shake violently. “Mghm B-Brahms! I- I’m cumming!” He pulled off, fixing his mask. He scooped up your cum with two fingers and sat you up. “Open.” He put his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, looking up at him and sucking your mess off his fingers.

You took off your shirt and bra, and he took off his jeans and boxers, Both of you completely naked now. You could see his raging hard on much better now. You stood up and pointed for him to lay on the bed. He listened, laying down vertically. You climbed on top of him, face stopping at his cock. You smiled, then licked from base, to tip. His moans were intoxicating, you could tell he was very touch deprived. He melted into your touch as you stroked his cock. “Such a good boy, Brahmsy.” You said, feeling his hips buck into your hand. This man could kill someone, and yet he fell into your hands like putty. You smiled, putting his tip in your mouth. You swirled and sucked on it, looking up at him. You could see his neck getting bright red, if only you could see what he looked like under the damn mask.. He reached a hand to your hair, guiding along with your now bobbing head. After a while you pulled off and climbed on top of him. You smiled and lined up his cock with your cunt. He looked up at you with lust covered eyes, begging for it. You finally sank down and bottomed out, moaning into his ear. He propped himself up as he was still in you. You finally started moving, getting faster. He put his hands on your hips, guiding you. 

“Y/N… you feel so, so good..” He moaned, looking from your face, to his and your skin slapping against each other. Riding him up and down, you loved the way he looked up at you. When you finally got weak, he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to pound into you. “Please Brahms!” You moaned into his ear, digging your fingernails into his back. He loved the way you made your marks on him. He latched onto your neck and started sucking, going farther down to your nips. You never really got used to his size, and he knew that. That made him go crazy. He loved the way your tight cunt stretched over his big cock. He pulled out, knowing you both were close. 

He took the upper hand, moving you under him, and lifting your legs up. He smiled, he loved seeing your face contort as he pleasured you. He slammed his hips into you, not letting you get used to his size again. “Am I being a good boy for you, y/n?” He whined. Before you could answer, he pounded into you much faster. “Y-yes baby… you're such a good boy for me!” You moaned out, grasping onto his shoulders as you looked up to him, teary eyed but smiling. He made you hold your legs open still, as he reached a hand down to your clit and the other hand playing with your nipples. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your legs started to shake, warning you. You could tell he was close too. He put his forehead on yours, then you looked down with furrowed brows and mouth agape, then back up. “Please, please, please! Mmm!” You moaned out, pulling his hair. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please Brahms, please!” You looked up at him. He quickened his hip pace, as well as he rubbed your clit quicker. “Mmm! I’m cumming!” You screamed out, as your back arched and your eyes rolled back into your head. Your whole body started to come down with a shaking orgasm. As Brahms fucked you through your orgasm, the sight of your body shaking made him get even closer. Brahms whined as he felt your tight pussy tighten around him even more, milking him for what he was worth. He came all over in your pussy, feeling his own legs shake against him. You both fell limp in the bed, smiling at eachother.

Brahms finally pulled out, you whimpered at the feeling of not being full anymore. You smiled at him as he laid next to you. You kissed him on the forehead, “So.. you’ll stay?” He asked, looking down. “I wasn’t gonna leave in the first place. But you have to promise to not hide anymore. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry baby.” You smile, cupping the mask in your hand. Brahms smiled, he finally had someone.

[pr4ktical]

Red Notice.

Notes - You are on a mission, trying to seduce one of your company's targets for a special file. Little did you know, you would run into someone that you know fairly well. Callsign is Cross. Inspired by my Red Notice fantasy.

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“Cross, What’s your status?”

You smooth out your sparkly, yet revealing dress out. “Just fine, I’m entering the party right now.” You smile warmly at your taxi driver before throwing him 10 bucks and leaving. You could feel eyes land on you as soon as you left the vehicle and started to walk up the staircase. Was this too much? You shake off your thoughts and place a captivating smile at the other guests. Your partner, Hangman, would be waiting for you in the house. He would be helping you out, following you around..ish..he was dressed as a waiter serving champagne. 

This party was one of “Sotto Voce”. He was famous for having/stealing the most beautiful artworks and souvenirs. You and Hangman were there for one called “El halcón.” It was a gorgeous piece from a famous Hispanic artist in the late 1800’s. Unfortunately, you and your company knew that your rivals would be there. Their names were Tangerine and Lemon, British assassins who were after the same as you tonight.

You walk through the grand doors as your face contorted. It was huge. There were long hallways galore with art scattered around. There was music blaring, you looked to the right and saw a live band. You eventually spotted Hangman in a clean white suit with a black bowtie. He also had a white facemask. You quickly went up to him, heels clicking against the cold, shiny floor with every step. You smiled warmly, nodding your head as you grabbed a bottle of champagne off of his trey. You started to walk a few inches away from him, “Check, check. What’s your 20, Cross?” You rolled your eyes as you heard Hangman’s stupid voice come from your earpiece. You tapped it 2 times, cringing as you still stood in front of him, back turned to him. “You don’t have to do that. I’m standing literally right next to you.” You took a swig of the champagne. He scoffed, “Let’s just do this. I’ll get the thumbprint, you get Sotto Voce’s phone.” He started walking away from you. 

You could hear the soft sound of a harp’s scales echoing through the ballroom. Eventually, a woman in all black started singing in Spanish. You went in the room next to it, walking around and admiring the art as you looked out for Sotto Voce. You kept walking before turning to your right and seeing him. Tangerine was here as well. Of course he was. You kept walking, seemingly unbothered by his presence. You slowly brought your hand to your ear. “We’ve got a party crasher.”

“Yeah, it’s no biggie. No biggie. We knew he’d be here. We are here for el halcón, not him.” His voice rang in your ear, he’d informed you that he was right next to Sotto Voce at this time.

“I think he’s coming up to me.”

“Well shit. That’s not part of the plan.”

“Plans change.”

You stood in front of a beautiful art piece in front of a window. It kind of looked like a mummy, but was full of beauty and artistry. You could hear the clicking of his dress shoes as he came up to you. “Beautiful.” You whipped your head to the British man next to you. You flicked your eyes up and down, he was wearing a navy blue lined suit with a dark tie on. He had his casual curls slicked back, and a nicely trimmed mustache. He also had silver earrings with a navy blue mask on. “The sculpture, I mean.” He smiled wickedly, flashing his sparkly white teeth, forcing a chuckle out of you. You turned your whole body to him now, your feathers on your dress and mask moving with you. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?” You smiled warmly at him, taking off your mask for him. Your dark, sparkly makeup shimmering in the dimmed light. “It’s just impossible for me to tell who you are with that mask on.” He slowly takes off the mask and shows his face to you. “How ‘bout now?” You gasp dramatically before turning back to him. “So it was you all along?” You smiled, stepping closer towards him. You shake your head with a cocky smirk. “Such a clever disguise.” Running a digit down his sharp jawline. You turn back to the sculpture before looking around once again. “Well, I suppose you and Lemon, wherever he is, are here to try to beat me to el halcón. Even the playing field?” You could hear a very quiet voice in his ear, probably Lemon telling him to deny your statement. “I’m not ‘ere for that, love. I’m ‘ere to clear my name which means all I need is you.”  You could feel yourself start to blush. There was a big bounty on your head, and obviously Tangerine wanted it.

“We both know that this ‘hole thing is gonna end with you in handcuffs.” 

“Promises, promises.” You circle around him before walking away confidently. You, in handcuffs? By a paid assassin! What is he trying to get at? You hear him have a good length away from you. You eventually speed up, making your way into the ballroom until you feel a strong hand grab your forearm. You let him take you close to his chest, putting you together in a waltz. “Careful now. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” He pushes you closer to himself, tightening his grip in your hands. “I’on’t care, love. I ain’t lettin’ you out of my sight.” He walks forward, making you walk backwards. He takes you in the middle of the room before spinning you out of one of his hands, looking around cautiously. “Oh, good, you’re dancing with him.” Hangman’s voice rang through your ear once again. He pulls you back in, making you smirk. “Not bad for a convict.” You walk forward, making him walk backwards this time. “Speaking of which,” He spins you once again before pulling you close again. “How’s it going with your partner in crime? Has he told you where Las Meninas is yet?” 

Las Meninas was another famous, expensive painting that you were after. Lemon knew where it was, but never told Tangerines company. 

“Well, if ‘e did, why would I tell you?” He stretches his arms and you follow through, he pulls you in before spinning you for a 3rd time. This time you land your arm on his shoulder, flicking your eyes to his then to his lips. “That’s a no. He must not trust you.” You smile before stretching your arm once again and spinning your body into his. He catches you and puts one hand behind your head and one on your waist. Your hands land on his shoulder and half buttoned down dress shirt. “Known him for this long and he still hasn’t told you?” You smirk, shaking your head.

“You trust your partner?” 

“What makes you think I have one?”

“Well, no one would be able to pull off the scores you have alone. T’s impossible.” You were now facing with your back against him, hand in his as you stretched it in front of you, the other one on your waist as he held it down. 

You kept dancing, many more spins, hip grabbing, and bodies pressing up against each other. “What are you gonna do? Turn me in, in front of all these criminals?” You circle around him before planting your arm around his neck and lifting your leg to his waist. “Is that your plan, Tangerine? Even when you're a paid assassin you’ll try to save the day?” You could feel his breath start to pick up as he looked down onto your lips. 

As you had your leg propped up onto him, you could feel the tent in his pants start to grow. You smiled with amusement, Tangerine noticing this. You left his grasp once again, just to go back to slam your ass onto his crotch, making him gasp out. “Someone’s enjoying this.” You purred out, Tangerine busting out a growl as you rolled your hips onto him. He eventually grips onto your waist to stop you from moving around anymore. A hand snuck it’s way to feel up your body.

“Why don’t we both..pause our missions for a little.. break.” 

“What about Lemon?”

“He’ll be fine, let's go.”

He led you to a room upstairs. He opened the door before you as he let you walk before him. He closed the door behind him as you made your way into the fancy room. Satin sheets, red, as the other stuff being white and gold. You heard a click, turning to Tangerine as he locked the door. He walked up to you briskly, “Ya know what, love? Ya keep your mouth shut when you're with me. I mean that.” He gripped your face and smiled wickedly. “Now listen ‘ere, doll. You’re gonna make real nice with whatever I ask or you’ll regret ever openin’ your slutty mouth in the first place.” You whimper slightly under his touch, he eventually let go of the tight grip on your jaw.

 “Now.” 

He steps even closer. 

“You be a good girl and you’ll get what you want. Now behave, yeah?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He caresses your cheek. “Now strip for me.” He smiled with ravenous eyes. He went to sit down on the bed, waiting for you. You couldn’t move, this was really happening. You were gonna sleep with your rival. You could get fired if anyone finds out. “Ya gonna do it? Or are ya gonna make me ‘ave to force you? I would hate to ruin that pretty lit’l dress.” He growled out and leaned forward, elbows on his spread out knees. “N-no sir. M’ sorry.” With shaky hands you unzipped your sparkly dress. You got it undone and started to slide it down your body. 

“Stop.” He held his pointer finger out. “Take out your earpiece as well. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us, right?” You slipped off the dress, then took off the disgusted earpiece. You then took off your skimpy panties and bra, throwing them to the side after. You heard a guttural groan from him as he licked his lips at the newfound sight. He gestured you to come closer towards him. You walk towards him, kicking off your heels as you walk. You get to him and drop to your knees, making his hands land onto your jaw. “Such an obedient lit’l slut, aren’t ya?” You shake your head and bite your lip. He leans down to you, pressing your lips against his in a hungry lust. He drew your lower lip between his teeth. His tongue explores your mouth and lips. Your hands went up to his hair, already messing it up and you tugged at it. He drew his lips back in a snarl. “Mmm c’mere.” He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you closer to his hard on. You could see it much more clearly now, painfully straining against the tight dress pants. “Look at what you do to me.” He angled your face to look back up at him, making your lip start to tremble. With his free hand, he started to unbuckle and unzip his pants, keeping heavy eye contact with you. The pants made their way to the floor, as well as his boxers. During this, he took off his vest and dress shirt as well. Your legs trembled under you, your cunt throbbing for some kind of touch. You could feel the slick start to coat the inside of your thighs. His cock was huge, long in size, not as big in width. But still, you couldn’t help but think if that would fit inside you. 

Tangerine held onto the back of your head as you sucked the head of his cock. He tightly held onto the smooth, soft satin sheets making his knuckles turn white. He shivered deliciously as your warm mouth engulfed his entire length, again, and again, deep throating. He tries his best from thrusting his hips up, though he does get a kick out of hearing you choke on his dick and seeing the string of pre-cum and saliva connect his soaked cock to your glistening, swollen lips. “Fuck.. your really good at this..” He groans, biting his bottom lip as you release his cock from your hot mouth with a loud pop. You smile cockily, looking up to him from beneath your eyelashes. “I know.”

Tangerines fingers dig into the sheets when you give him a few drawn out, yet firm pumps before latching your lips back onto his cock. His breath hitches, your pride swells up even more when he starts to whine. Was this the same man that was bossing you around 2 minutes ago?? 

He grabs your head forcefully, smiling cockily. You look up to him with pleading eyes. He smirks once again, and begins to thrust himself into your hot, wet throat. He started jerking himself off faster with your mouth, leaving bruises in the back of your throat. You whine, sending vibrations onto his cock as tears start to fall from your eyes. “F-fuck!!” Before you knew it, you felt hot ropes start to pour down your destroyed throat. He pulled out, and hastily hiked you up onto the bed.

You ended up with you on your back, Tangerines strong hands forcing your legs to be spread above your shoulders. He looked at you, making you furrow your brows with a lustful face. He spat on your throbbing core, making your hips buck. He breathed out shakily, sticking his tongue out and making minimal contact with your clit. You whimpered out when he pulled away, that alone would have made you come. “This pussy’s so pretty..” He growled, making minimal contact once again. “T’s gonna be even more when I’m done with it.”

Tangerine trailed light kisses up along your slit until he reached your aching clit once again. Your head falling back onto the bed as he sucked and nibbled onto you. “Mmm, yeah…right there…” You whined, pushing yourself further into his face and guiding him to where you needed him most. Your brows contort in pleasure as he laps up your pussy like a dog. He eventually adds his finger into the mix, quickly dipping it into you. He works on you like a madman, muffling into your folds about how good you taste, how good he’s gonna fuck you, and how your perfect for him. He worships your pussy as he kneads your ass, squeezing the soft flesh like he’s trying to distract himself from his painful hard on.

He eventually pulls away from in between your legs, leaving you so incredibly close to the edge. Your legs glistened when he pulled away, a mixture of his spit and your arousal was all over your legs. 

He quickly grabbed your hips, flipped you around, then hoisted them up for your ass to be up in the air. You gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Tangerines strong hands coming up to your thighs again to force them apart from each other. You were practically dripping, and this drove Tangerine wild. He gripped onto the base of his cock, teasing you as he rubbed himself in between your drenched folds. Without any warning, he thrust himself into you making you gasp at the sudden burning sensation of him stretching you. Oh, did he stretch you out deliciously. “S-so fucking…tight..” He mumbled out as if your pussy was choking him. He kept still for a minute or so, then backing out just to thrust in even harder. He picked up the pace, ramming into you from behind. The room was full with grunts, moans, and the loud sound of wet skin on skin. 

“Ugh, you're taking me so well, babe.” His hands tightly digging into the soft flesh of your hips. You whimpered, gripping onto the sheets until your knuckles went white, mouth agape. You tightly clenched around him, earning a groan from him. 

“I-I’m..so close..”

“Mmm, yeah.. I know love, cmon.. Come for me..cum all over this cock..”

All that took was him praising you. You came all over his cock, and hard. Your legs spasming out as your pussy milked him for all that he was worth. He wasn’t far away from his release either, within a few thrusts he came. Shooting hot ropes of his cum into you, painting your walls white. You both sat there for a minute, him still inside you as you came down from your high. He pulled out within a few minutes, and he quickly put his hand onto your glistening cunt. You felt him shift behind you, his mouth was now right next to your ear. “You're gonna keep all of my cum inside of you, yeah?” You nod your head vigorously in agreement, earning you a small ‘good girl’, before he gives you a kiss to the temple.  He grabbed all of his clothes, putting them back on and smoothing out his hair. He turned to you once again, “Hopefully we run into each other again.” He shot you a quick wink before leaving the room.

[pr4ktical]

Don't Move.

Your callsign is "Echo." Your fathers name is "Cade Brooks." König is apart of Task Force 141. Your middle and last name is “Lyla Brooks.” There was apart of me writing this where I was listening to fine line so I wrote angst (SORRY)

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: angst, smut, blood and violence, p in v sex, oral SUMMARY: You have been assigned a mission to defend your father due to the sudden intrusion happening from a gang called “The Ghosts" but something happens on the way.

“10-33, all units needed we have a breach.” 

Your dispatchers voice rang through your earpiece. You  and your team were in one of the debriefing rooms before we got the message. Everyone started running out to grab their gear, you did as well. Throwing your black long-sleeve jacket over your t-shirt before grabbing your vest and securing it tightly. You already had your cargos on, grabbing your helmet and gun and bolting. 

You met up with your team, consisting of some of your closest partners. But there was the one that was one of your best friends, Arrow. You were always expected to join your fathers defense team, she promised you when you were younger that she would join as well. You have had off and ons before but this experience has brought you closer together, almost like sisters. Anyway, your squad leader, Fang, start talking after taking a head count. “Alright, Easy, Payback, Vix, and Dallas - Y’all take the southern side of the building. Baja, Riot, Dodger, and Horizon - Y’all take the western side. Chaos, Whiskey, Spitfire, and Keeper - Y’all take the northern side. Trigger, Pyro, Wildcat, and Thorn - Y’all take the east side.” Fang listed off a few more members, there were about 35 members there, including yourself. “Echo, Arrow, Patriot, and Blister. All of you will be in a group with me, we will be defending Mr. Brooks as he waits for a chopper to pick him up.” He gestured to you and your new team. You did get nervous for a bit, your whole team was full of your closest partners and you had to keep your father safe? All of the pressure was on you. “Move out!” Fang yelled out, snapping you out of your thoughts. Everyone hustled out of the room and went to their assigned places. There were more soldiers out of the group that you met with, your group was “ Task Force 78”, The south assigned group plus some was “Task Force 135” , the north assigned group plus some was “Task Force 83” , the west assigned group plus some was “Task Force 32” , and the east assigned group plus some was “Task Force 252” . Each group had 8 members, besides your own. You only had five to defend your father.

There were multiple floors to this building of your fathers, around maybe 4 different floors. Four group members from Task Force 135 and 83 were on the front lines, the first floor. The other four were on the second floor, spread out all over. All eight members of Task Force 32 were on the third floor, accompanied by four of Task Force 252’s members. The other four from 252 were on the fourth floor, with my group. They were farther away from your group, standing closer to the stairs. Enough about the lineup, the enemies were approaching, and fast. “Fuck.. can the heli get here any slower?” You muttered under your breath, pulling up your sleeve to check your watch. You looked back at your father, pacing around in his bright navy blue suit, then back to your team. Patriot and Blister stood outside the doors and would let us know if they heard or saw any movement nearby. Arrow, Fang, and yourself were in the room with your father. Fang and Arrow were talking, your dad was pacing around while checking his computers ever so often. Before you knew it, you heard it. There were multiple gunshots fired downstairs. It had begun.

“11 Bravo, 83 is down.” All three of us heard it in our earpieces, you could see the shock in Fang’s face. He looked at both you and Arrow before speaking, “Lima Charlie, continue as planned.” He walked over to the computer screens by my fathers desk. He slammed his hands on the desk before turning around and dragging his hands down his face and groaning. You and Arrow looked at eachother, then back at him. “When will the chopper be here?” You asked, tilting your head a bit. “Not for at least another..” He looked down and checked his watch, “20-ish minutes.” You shook your head, smiling. “Well, I’m sure we can kill a couple of guys quicker than that, ay?”

It had been around 15 minutes, it consisted of listening closely downstairs to see if the shots had been progressing closer or stayed the same. For the most part they stayed the same but it got closer for a minute. 

Now 18 minutes passed, we got the note that the chopper was close to the base. The gunshots had been progressively getting closer, and closer. Task Force 83, 135, and 32 had been wiped out completely. Task Force 252 had four members injured and the other four dead. The enemies had made their way up to the fourth floor, where you were. Fang eventually went outside with Patriot and Blister to help them defend, leaving Arrow, yourself, and your father in a room together. You heard the gunshots from outside the door, it has started once again. You got the ping that the chopper was here, you looked up to Arrow. You could see tears start to well up in her eyes. She ran up to you and gave you a tight hug. “I love you so much, don’t ever forget it.” You felt the tears start to stream down your cheek before she let go. “Save yourself, and your father.” She whispered, voice broken as she gave a small kiss to your forehead. She saluted you, smiling brightly as a tear fell down her cheek, before running out the door into battle. You quickly turned around to your father, latching an arm around him and rushing him up the steps to the roof where the chopper lay. There were soldiers that you handed him off to, before running back downstairs to help your partners. You were too late.

You ran down the steps as fast as you could, pushing yourself through the steel door and running down the hall where Fang said that they would be. It was silent. There was no one around. You scanned around the dark room, looking for any sight of life, or death. You heard a small, weak cough. You had enough hope, whipping yourself over to where you heard it. There she sat. Face shattered with blood and dirt all over, you could see at least 2 bullet wounds and a stab in the shoulder. One bullet wound was on her leg, and one on her chest. You immediately broke down in tears.

You bent down next to her, cupping her face. You heard her gasping for air, gasping for her life. Her eyes were still, barely shining with life. “E-Echo?” She called out, her vocal chords squeaking through her small speeches. You shushed her, letting a tear fall down onto her. “I- l-love you k-kid.” She said quietly before coughing roughly. “I love you too, Mae.” You could see the shock on her face from using her real name, yet a warm smile on her face appeared. You tucked some of her black strands of hair behind her ear that stuck to her face. She reached a weak hand up to yours, holding her hand in yours. She looked you in the eyes, giving you a weak smile as a single tear rolled down her bloodied, dirt covered face. Her eyes went gray as her grasp went limp. You wailed out, burying your face into her chest, hand still gripping hers tightly. 

It took a couple minutes for you to finally pull away, you gave her a small kiss on the forehead as a tear rolled down your cheek. You stood up, wiped your tears away and gave her a salute. You grabbed her knife and guns, a MP5 and AK-47. You doubted that the enemy went away, they were probably making sure my fellow soldiers had died. Checking the building for any other clues of where your father could be headed. You quickly yet quietly made your way through the big dark building. 

You made it to what seemed to be the second floor. You stopped in your tracks as you heard voices throughout the opposite room from you. “I’m not seeing anything, Price.” It sounded like a ..Scottish man? “Keep lookin, you may find something Soap.” There was a scoff after what the other man said. Eventually, it sounded like they moved on. You moved to where the two men just were, clinging to the walls as you scooted your way through the building. You finally made it to the steps, which led to the first floor. You saw light come in with a black shadow behind it, making you scramble away from the steps. Before you could get far away, you bumped into something. It felt as tough as a wall so you assumed it was a wall, before feeling it grab you. Whoever this was, was a man. He grabbed you by the arm, chest behind your back. He pulled your wrist out behind you before pressing his strong hand into the socket of your shoulder. You wiggled around, trying to get out from his grasp, and that only made him grip you harder. You groaned out in pain, this man could break you at any moment. You could feel him shift behind you, he was leaning in towards you. You could feel what seemed to be a mask brush against your ear before hearing, “Move an inch, this pretty li’l shoulder gets dislocated. Cooperate with me, won’t you?” 

Before you knew it, you had been knocked out.

You woke up to a small dripping noise, fluttering your eyelashes open before squinting in the lit room.  You looked down at yourself, wiggling around before discovering you had zip ties around your wrists and ankles, digging painfully into your skin. You got a bit startled when you woke up, obviously in a new setting but quickly got used to it. The room had a concrete ground, with dark gray tiled walls. There were no windows in the room, the only source of light was the bright, dingy leds hanging above you. There was a steel door, no window with no lock on the inside. You assumed the lock would be outside of the door. There was a metal table in the center of the room and a couple of metal chairs with it. Everytime you tried to move, the zip ties dug into your skin making it red raw. You sat awkwardly upright on one of the cold metal chairs. Your ankles had been crossed together and your hands had been tied together, placed in your lap. You still had your regular outfit on, cargos and all but your gear was taken away for obvious reasons. You were obviously kidnapped and taken into an interrogation room. 

You had no idea where you were, you were knocked out cold when they transported you here. As you sat in silence in the chair, your mind kept racing about what happened back at your fathers business tower, most of all the death of your whole team…and to the mystery man who had almost dislocated your shoulder. You tried to distract yourself from thinking back to that situation. If the people who brought you here came into the room to see you sobbing, that would be very embarrassing and awkward. Your thoughts had been interrupted by hearing the steel door open, the horrific sound of it squeaking along the concrete. You could hear three sets of heavy combat boots walk in, closing the door behind them. You didn’t give them the luxury of you looking up to them. One of these men called your name, it sounded just like what you heard in the building. “..Lyla Brooks, callsign ‘Echo’.” You could hear him striding closer, the others seemed to stay in the same spot. “Daughter of one ‘Cade Brooks’, right?” He reached out for your jaw, gripping it tightly in his hand. You could see him much more clearly now. He had mutton chops, bright blue eyes, and a bucket hat. He had on dark green cargo pants, and a dark gray jacket on. On top of the jacket, he still had on a dark green bulletproof vest with Britain's flag etched on it. You looked over to the side of his chest, his name was also etched on it, PRICE. “Where is your father headed?” He let go of your chin, before striding over to lean against the table. You looked over to the other two men in the room, one had a mask on with a skull on it, the other had a dirtied cloth that hung over his face but they were both wearing the same as the British man. You smirked, shrugging your shoulders. You could feel the frustration start to boil in the room. “Don’t fuck about. Where is he.” The man in the mask yelled out, getting more impatient. All this did was fire you up more as the man with the cloth over his face reached a hand over the other man’s chest. “I told you, I don’t know…” You said, sounding more whiny than you intended while giving them your best big doe eyed glare. 

After a grueling 15 minutes of interrogation the British man, “Price”, said “Fuck it, Ghost take care of the lass.” Before leaving the room. The man with the cloth over his face had left too. The steel door creaked closed, it was only you and this man, “Ghost”, in the room now. He had stalked you in the corner, cracking his knuckles through his gloves. He stepped into the light, you could see him much more clearly now. He was huge, much bigger than your frame. “Now,” He started, big clunk ’s filled the room, heavy strides from his combat boots. He got close to you, kneeling down before flicking his dark eyes to you. That sent a shiver down your spine, what the hell? Were you getting turned on by this shit? “Don’t try anything, love.” He said, turning his attention down to your restraints. He reached back, grabbing a sharp knife from his gun belt before bringing it up to your ankles. You sucked in a breath as he quickly freed your ankles from the binding. You stood up before landing a kick straight to his stomach and running for the door. He groaned in pain, grabbing his stomach. Shit, I should’ve known. The door was locked. How fucking stupid was you?? He stood up, you felt as small as ever when he faced you. His eyes had grown darker, full of rage. He strided closer to you, slowly. He gripped your shoulders before tossing you into the wall. You hit the cold, tiled wall with a thud as a moan escaped from your lips. Ghost quickly pursued, grabbing onto your neck as he started to choke you. A small smirk trickled to your face. He slapped you, busting out a small groan from you. You laughed to the best of your ability from the tightening grip on your neck. “The fuck you laughin’ at? I was not gonna do anything to you but, you chose this, love.” You could feel your thighs clench from hearing his dark words, and seeing his arm flexing as he choked you out. What the fuck..You were actually getting off at this. You gave out a small grunt, as your eyes started to flutter closed. Your mind raced at what could happen right now. You just met this guy, and he took you here to interrogate you yet you were getting off at his methods? Christ. A dark chuckle broke your thoughts. 

You opened your eyes, feeling his grip lessen. He looked me up and down, “You're getting off to this, aren’t you love?” You could feel your face redden instantly, his cocky attitude only grew larger after that. He completely let go of your throat, moving his large hand down to your hands as he dragged you near the table. He forcefully pushed you down, making you bend over the cold table. He positioned himself right behind you, his clothed crotch painfully close to yours. He leaned into your ear, rock hard cock pressed into your ass. “Aren’t you something? Getting off at your kidnappers huh?” He gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. They were clouded with lust. “What would your father have to say about this?” He slowly started to grind his hips into your ass, making you gasp. He smiled cockily at this noise from you. “What a slut. Offering yourself to me, though you’ve never met me. Do you do this with everyone? I bet if Price was in ‘ere you’d been doing the same.” He said darkly before pulling away. There was a pause for a moment, but then.. SMACK . You moaned out, he slapped your ass, and hard. “You're lucky this room doesn’t have cameras yet..or would you like that? Huh? Letting everyone see me having my way with you?” He kneaded your asscheek in his hand before giving another smack, causing you to jump forward and moan out. “Please, sir…” You whined out, putting your head down onto the cold table as your hips bucked. All this did was earn a deep chuckle from the man behind you. “How pathetic.. Already begging for me, huh?”

“Lift your hands up for me, love.” And you did, lifting your restraints above your head for him. You could hear him shifting around, but eventually he cut them off. Gasping in relief, you rubbed my wrists though they were numb from the pain. You could feel his fingers start to come around your waist. He undid your belt buckle with fast fingers, quickly unbuttoning them and latching onto the elastic. “Are you sure you want to do this love, once we start I am not going easy on you.” He asked, making you nod your head quickly. “Use your words, baby.” He said, kneading your ass in his hand again. “I am sure. Do whatever you want with me.” You smiled wickedly, biting your lip as you heard him groan behind you. He basically ripped your cargos off, leaving you in your panties. You went ahead and worked on your shirt, successfully getting it off. You felt cold hands on your back, he unhooked your bra. Slipping it off quickly before grasping your tits in his hand, his cold, beat up, leather gloves against your soft, perky tits felt heavenly. 

He moved his attention to your soaked panties, putting a finger right next to your heat. He fucking groaned at the feeling. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me, and I can tell even through the glove. All this from a little choking. What a slut!” He growled out before latching onto your panties and jerking them down your legs. The cold air against your hot core made you buck up, whining out for Ghost. He grabbed your panties, inhaling them and letting out a small moan. He put them in his pocket, earning a smirk from you. There was rustling behind you, Ghost had taken off his shirt, gloves, and gun belt. He grabbed your waist, flipping you over and hiking you up on the table. He got closer, gripping onto your knees and forcefully spreading them out. He stepped in between them, covering your eyes. He had hiked his mask up, gripping your chin and smashing his lips against your own. He dropped his hand from your eyes down to your tits. He pushed his tongue through your lips, swirling it around yours as he played with your tit in his hand. You reached a hand up to his jaw, you could feel scars and a small stubble on his jaw. He dragged his other hand down to your thigh, dangerously close to your core. He eventually snaked his way up your thigh again, planting a hand onto your clit earning a gasp from you. He quickly rubbed circles around it, making you moan out his callsign. He stopped for a moment, “Simon, my name is Simon, darling.” And you nodded. He pulled away from your lips, dragging them down to your neck and eventually down to your nipple. You gasped, “Please..” you bucked against his hand. He pulled away from your nipple again, pulling his mask down again. He took you over by the steel chairs, making him take a seat on one. “Get on your knees, whore.” And you did. He grabbed your jaw again, leaning down to your face. “You can’t expect me to do all the work. I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.” He smiled wickedly under his mask, shifting in the chair. He looked down at you, you could see the obvious tent in his pants. He gestured to you, making your hands fly to his belt. You undid his belt, pulling it out from his waist and throwing it on the floor next to you. You took your extra hair tie on your wrist and quickly threw your hair up in a ponytail. You unbuttoned his buttons, before smiling. You slowly got closer to his crotch, latching your teeth onto the zipper of his pants. He watched your movements attentively, as you looked up at him with doe eyes. He shifted in his seat once again, making you smile. You slowly pulled the zipper down all the way before letting go. He picked his lower half up, pulling his pants and boxers down halfway.

His thick cock sprung out, making it hit his abdomen with a small slap noise. You watched it hungrily, licking your lips as you felt your core get even hotter. You looked up to Simon, eyes asking for permission as he nodded. You scooched closer to him, placing yourself right in between his spread legs. You wrapped your hands around the thick base of his cock. You tried to plan this out before going in, he was very lengthy and very thick. Your hand barely wrapped around it. Oh well! You started slowly pumping it before looking up to his lust covered eyes. You spat on his cock before opening your mouth and swallowing his tip. You swirled your tongue around his tip, pressing it on the slit for a minute. You eventually got enough courage to take half of him in your mouth, you didn’t think you could physically take anymore in your mouth. You bobbed your head quickly while double handing the rest of his shaft. You hollowed out your cheeks for him. He groaned out before snaking a hand onto your hair. You stopped and looked up to him, You could see the smirk on his face. He bunched up your hair before slamming his cock down your obedient throat while grunting with every thrust. “Such a good fucking girl..” He grunted out, this only lit a fire inside you. The mix of praise and degradation he was giving you with that hot ass voice of his was overwhelming. He pumped harder into your throat, the sound of your chokes and the warmth of your wet throat almost sent him off the edge. He eventually pulled out after the assault on your throat. He pulled his pants back up, buttoning them again.

He took you back over to the table. “Get up there, now.” You felt courageous, facing him and leaning on the table with a wicked smirk on your face. “I suggest you do it now, Echo. If not, you’ll regret it.” You eventually gave in. You slowly hopped up on the cold metal table. It felt like you were in a predator prey situation, and you loved every second of it. You stretched your legs wide open for him when you sat down.

He groaned loudly at the sight of you, the sight of you splayed out for him with your aching hole on display was absolutely irresistible. You looked at him, gripping onto the table as best as you could. The sound of clunks from his heavy boots came back into your ears, his presence was directly in front of you now. Gasping out as you felt two of his cold, calloused fingers drag from your clit down to your opening. “Just from one little drag of my fingers and they are already drenched. Aren’t you just aching for me?” He hissed, rubbing in between your folds. “Mmm..p-please..” You said through sharp gasps, eyes screwed shut as Simon played with your cunt. Your body threw itself backwards, feeling his palm give a slap to your wet pussy making a very lewd sound. “Such a little fucking slut.” He muttered under his breath before pinching your clit, making you whine. You threw your head back as he lightly pushed his middle finger against your opening. Your hips bucked against it, “Can you just fuck me already! Stop teasing!” You groaned out, having enough of this game of teasing. You quickly regretted your outburst when quickly plunged two fingers into you with his thumb rubbing your clit. 

“Do you really think that you are in a position to be making demands now?” He growled out, fingering and rubbing you at a much more grueling pace. “N-no sir!” You whined out, hips bucking wildly at the new stimulation. You couldn’t help the moans that started to pour out of your mouth when he curled his fingers on that spot that made you see stars. “Nothin’ but a little moanin’ slut for me that I got my fingers in ya.” He eventually withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the feeling. He looked up at you before bending down to crotch level, making you bite your lip to suppress moans that threatened to pour out. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He pulled his mask up to expose his mouth once again, finally letting you see him. You let your head roll back as his mouth made contact with your clit. Your hands flew to his head, pushing him closer and guiding him to your most sensitive spots. “Quiet baby, don’t want the others to hear you.” His fingers punctuating your thighs, eating you out like a starved man and you were a feast sitting right in front of him. Seeing the way the veins in his hands popped out, and the way his muscles flexed when he was holding you down in place only makes you wetter. His lips sealed tightly around your clit, sucking and lapping at it basically unhinging his jaw. A purpose driven man, when he dips his tongue into your cunt, your mind goes automatically blank. Your legs shake and stretch deliciously and you can’t not scratch at his balaclava when he gives you quick, yet timed plunges with his tongue. His thick arm leaves your plush thigh to tease your entrance. You can feel him smiling against your clit when he pushes it in, giving you a small smack to your ass with his other hand. He pulls away from your clit to spit on it, then goes back in. He adds another finger to the mix, pushing them all the way in. He nips at your clit and violently shakes his head back and forth as he’s pumping his thick fingers inside and out of you. “S-Simon I’m gonna-” He completely stops everything. He pulls both fingers out of you and his face. 

He gives you a smack to the ass, “You really think I was gonna let you off that easy, love?” Smiling wickedly as he pulls his mask down once again. He stands up straight, pulling you up to him. “Stand up and bend over this fucking table.” You followed his order, standing up and slowly turning around. You slowly yet seductively bent down until you felt your elbows hit the cold metal, giving him a whole show. You heard the soft sound of his zipper being opened once again. He nudged the tip of his cock against your clit, making you gasp. He watched how your cunt started to flutter around nothing, it made him want you even more. He eased the tip of his cock inside your drenched slit, making you gasp at how much he stretched you. “Gonna fill you up so good..” He suddenly thrusted his whole length into you, making you moan particularly loud before his hand flew to your mouth. “As much as I would love to hear you scream for me, these walls aren’t that thick so keep quiet for me baby.” He rasped in your ear, you swore you felt his cock twitch inside you. He grunted when your pussy tightened even more on him. Ghost started with a brutal pace immediately, not backing down on his promise from earlier. He put your arms behind you, slipping an arm between them to have leverage as he pounded into you. Your hips kept rocking against the cold table painfully due to the position you were in. You arched your back to look up at him, making him grunt in your ear. His balls slapping your wet clit with every thrust only made you closer to your orgasm. You swore with every powerful thrust you thought he was gonna split you in half. He eventually let go of your arms and snaked one hand to your hair, the other down to your clit. Your face was blown out with pleasure, trying your best to suppress your moans but fell unsuccessful. “You look so pretty around my cock, love.” He choked out, letting go of your hair and snaking his hand to your throat and leaning back to take quick glances at your fucked out pussy. “So..fucking..tight for me..” Your pussy was practically choking him, and you could feel it. “P-please..so..close..” You choked out, grasping behind you for his torso. “Beg for it, slut.” He growled, he let go of your throat. He pushed you down onto the cold table, making you cry out. “I need it! Please, please!” You cried out, gripping onto the table until your knuckles go white. He smiled with pride, “C’mon, cum all over my cock.” He slammed into you even harder, making the knot in your stomach release. You came down hard, legs shaking hard as your toes began to lift up. He thrusted hard into you as he chased his own orgasm, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room. “Too..fucking..tight..” A thrust for every word, one last slam into you before he came in you when he said “tight.” You both sat there for a minute before he pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of not being full anymore. You tightened your walls, not letting any of his cum slip out when you stood up. You turned around to him, face red with your makeup smudged. “Now, I’m gonna need to know where your father is going.. Maybe we could do this again sometime if I see you on duty again.” He smiled, and so did you.

You gave him where your father was going, you couldn’t wait to run into him again.