I don't write often but this au has just been sitting in my brain ever since i watched an ep about border security and i need to get it out.
nsfw below, mdni
airportsecurity!ghost + airportsecurity!price x reader
tw: abuse of power, non-con elements, /f!reader/ 18+
It was standard procedure, any sort of suspicious activity needed to be investigated, and it just so happens that was the very flight you were on. Boarding was easy, and the flight was surprisingly pleasant too, a contrast to the intense anxiety you’d felt before the trip, so really everything after that should be a breeze.
Walking into Heathrow Airport gave you a sense of excitement, the trip to London that you had been thinking about finally coming to a reality.
With your carry-on behind you, you made the walk toward the exit, thinking about the trip to the hotel and where you’d eat lunch. As you made your way toward the walkway however multiple TSA agents were blocking the way, the passengers ahead of you already being questioned with their passports in hand.
You let out a quick breath, steading your nerves, this is unusual but then again what do you know about London and their security measures? Trying to suppress the number of anxiety-inducing thoughts, you make your way to one of the available officers. Dressed in a black outfit, name tag reading Riley, in all caps, you look up to meet his eyes. He speaks first.
“Just need to see your passport, and ask a couple of questions.”
“Yeah, no problem! Just give me a second.” You quickly reply, hoping to not raise any suspicion, you really had no reason for him to be suspicious at all but a situation like this left you even more anxious than normal.
Fishing through the handbag, you were thankful for keeping your passport handy, hastily pulling it out, to not waste any more of his time, you hand it over to him.
“Thank you.” He flips it open, glancing at your picture, date of birth, and other information
You silently cringe at the almost 3-year photo old, you haven’t quite mastered the art of government pictures yet.
“And where’ya headed love”
“Just out to London.” You keep your voice steady, trying to keep a sense of calm.
“Alright, you here on business? What’s the reason for your visit?” He glances up at you this time, handing your passport back to you.
You slide it back in your bag while giving him your answer.
“Just here to visit, always wanted to see London.” You say, letting out a nervous laugh at the end of that.
He nods his head. “Are you meeting anyone?” He asks tilting his head.
“Uh yeah, my dad, he flew in earlier, a couple of days ago.”
You respond hoping that this little interaction would be over soon, you weren’t sure how much longer you could chat with a man that looked like him while maintaining composure. Sure he was an officer, but by god was he a good-looking one, you internally scolded yourself for that remark, he’s just doing his job, and thinking about him like that is very wrong. Besides these are highly trained men, so the chances of him knowing you're attracted to him are higher than normal. Of course, normal people probably can't tell.
“A couple of days ago, separate flights?” He questioned.
“Oh yeah. he got a really good deal for the 7th and I was supposed to be on that flight with him but I couldn’t get my time off for that date, hence why, the later meeting.” You gave him a timid smile, gesturing slightly with your hands, hoping that answers any of his questions. You were truthful and didn’t say anything to raise suspicion, so really you should be able to go so you could then blush profusely at the close contact and his accent.
He glanced back at what seemed to be his superior officer, receiving a nod from him you assume you’re in the clear. That was until he opened his mouth.
“Okay, I’m just gonna ‘ave you come back with me, for a couple more questions.”
Your heart dropped, swallowing you gave him a an awkward smile.
“Yeah, yeah no problem.”
“Follow me this way.”
You followed him as he led the way, the nervous thoughts that had so far remained in check started to spring loose. What if they falsely accuse you of something and you can’t prove you didn't do it? God, you had just watched a documentary of a man who spent 30 years in prison for something he didn’t do, what if the next movie’s about you? Cringing internally, you shove everything away, focusing on remaining as calm and composed as possible.
//
Simon knew they had already apprehended the suspect, they received a tip from the JFK airport that there may have been someone smuggling some form of narcotics, and it was their job to search for them. Stopping passengers was not a common practice but Simon’s done his fair share. Ask the usual questions, confirm their passport, and look for any details that may give anything away.
When you approached him, the only free officer, he felt something stir in his stomach. A young thing, innocent looking, fresh off the plane. He knew you were most definitely not the suspect they were looking for, nonetheless, he proceeded with the standard procedure.
After hearing the first words come out of your mouth, he immediately turned to glance at Price. Both sharing the same look he went back to the task at hand. Pre Deciding they couldn’t just let a pretty thing like you escape from their grasp. He listened to every word you said, a small smirk playing at his lips from the nervousness that lightly dripped from your voice. Poor girl, all alone, being stopped in an unknown country, he could feel the anxiety rolling off of you no matter how much you tried to hide it.
So when he knew he was just about done and ready to take you back, he gave Price one last look, a sly smile tugging on his face, and a nod following. Nothing felt as good as watching you slowly pale after he told you he’d need to bring you back for questioning.
//
Sitting in the chair opposite to, what looked to be one of the two officers' desks, you bounced your leg up and down. Your luggage tucked in the corner, your phone in hand as you waited for either of them to arrive. You unlock your phone sending a quick text to your Dad, telling him you were caught up with security and they just had some questions to ask you. In return you receive the classic Dad response, a single thumbs up followed by a: “Don’t worry, you’ll be out soon.” Your Dad, ever so helpful.
When the door opened you stilled glancing back to see both men enter, the previous officer, Riley, and a man who looked just slightly older than him, name tag reading Price.
You mentally sighed and cursed at your luck, not only were you stopped for extra questioning but of course as fate would have it both officers had to be stupidly good-looking.
If your underwear started to gain a slight wetness to it, it definitely has nothing to do with them.
Officer Riley locked the door behind him, going to stand in the corner as his superior moved to sit behind the desk.
“I’m Officer Price, we just ‘ave a couple o’ questions to ask ya.” He clears his throat, his demeanor straight to the point.
You glance at his hands, folded on the table, we you wait to answer anything he throws at you.
"You said you were meeting your Dad?" He waits for confirmation looking back down at the paper.
“Yes, He flew a couple days ago.” He shifts.
“Alright, now ma’am, I’m going to be honest here, we were alerted by JFK that there was someone who was potentially smuggling drugs.” He glances up at you before returning his gaze to whatever was on his paper. All the while Officer Riley’s eyes burn holes through you. Your eyes momentarily flicker to his before you return your gaze to the man sitting in front of you.
A small “Oh” was all you could manage, if your heart could drop any further, it did. Your heart rate slowly rises, you know you didn’t smuggle anything, but the thought of being put away for something you didn’t do sat heavy on your mind.
A cute little thing you were, sat fidgeting in front of Price, each word coming out of his mouth made you shrink. He could practically feel the anxiousness oozing off of you. No fret, you’ll feel better soon. He knew that none of this was necessary, all for show so he and Simon could have their way with you. If they were on their own personal lunch break you wouldn't know, he continued, explaining what would happen next.
“I’m just going to have Officer Riley here search your bag if that’s alright.” He voices, he looks down at the same sheet of paper, and then raises it back up to look at you.
“Yeah! That-That’s no problem.” You sit in your seat as you watch Officer Riley move to grab your luggage, mentally going through anything in there that could raise concerns.
He lifts the suitcase, setting it down on the metal table tucked in the corner. Unzipping it, he opens it, revealing your clothes and the various little bags you made to separate your toiletries. He goes through the clothes, sifting through each, one by one, unfolding and rearranging. He lifts a pair of your black lace underwear, holding it up and inspecting it.
Your cheeks burn, your face hot in embarrassment.
Once he’s satisfied with the extent he’s searched, he closes the bag, zipping it back and placing it on the floor.
“No issues detected Sir.”
“Good, alright following protocol were gonna ‘ave to search ya.” His scouse accent trickling through.
You felt another wave of heat and embarrassment and hint of wetness flooding you. Rendered a little you speechless, you nod. Answering finally,
“I-okay, you-okay.”
Officer Riley from his position in the corner.
“ Need ya t’a spread your arms for me, move those legs apart too-yeah just like tha'.”
He really had no reason to sound so sexual for something as tame as a search. You did as told though, following his orders. His hands roaming across your body patting down any areas “necessary”, you chalked off the extra time he spent on your breasts and crotch to another ‘simply doing his job’. Once the search was over he straightened up, telling his superior that it was all clear. You finally let out a breath, hoping to be let free.
“Last step and we’ll send you out, I’ll be conducting a strip search.”
At this point whatever forces that were out there were torturing you, you could no longer hide the wetness pooling inside your underwear. And the shock running through your body made sure you were unable to form words. You gave a nod in replacement to the stuttering alternative.
He walked you over to the table where your luggage had just been, bending you at the waist. As your heart rate picked up, you then open your mouth.
“I’m sorry-but is this really necessary, I mean I’ve never committed any crime, like ever, and my suitcase is clear I-”
“Just do as you're told, if you have nothing to hide you should have no issues.”
You quickly close your mouth as his hands pull your pants down roughly, pooling at your feet. Your underwear clinging to you, the wetness apparent. He continues his “search”, pulling at your underwear, letting it fall alongside your pants.
You squeak out a sound of embarrassment, eyes filling with humiliation. He presses up against you, fingers moving up and down your slit. The faintest groan could be heard, from who, you weren’t sure.
“Fucking dripping.” He lets out a chuckle, as you go to protest. Before you can get anything out however he shoves a finger inside.
Your eyes screw shut, as he thrusts his finger into you, adding a second to join in.
“Part of the procedure, sweetheart.”
You let out small breaths, the faintest whines following after, as you tried to conceal your noises. He hits a spot inside you causing you to choke out a gasp. Price lets out a noise of approval, choosing to then continuously hit that spot.
“You-” you let out a small moan, as he rubs around your g-spot, your brain short-circuiting.
“What’s that? You gonna ‘ave to speak up love.” He taunts, relishing in your embarrassment.
He continues his ministrations, his other hand coming to roughly rub at your clit. You can’t help the small moans that leave your mouth, as you try to hold them back.
“Oh fuck-”
You hear Officer Riley move toward you, manhandling your body so your splayed at the corner, backside facing Price while, face level with his crotch. He crouches down slowly to meet your eyes.
“Be as loud as you want lovie, no one can hear ya.” He probe his finger in your mouth, as you keep it clasped shut.
“Have t’a search it, part of the procedure.”
Price hits that spot inside you harder, causing you to let out another moan, mouth opening for him.
“Perfect.” He groans out, fingers pushing your tongue down.
“Where ‘ave they been hiding ya?” He smirks, standing to unbutton his pants, a noise of surprise is let out by you, muffled by his fingers.
Left hand singularly undoing his belt. Shoving his pants down, stopping at his knees.
His cock springs out, thick and large, your eyes widening at the sight.
Price behind you pulls his fingers out abruptly, helping you regain some consciousness you open your mouth to protest at the man infront of you.
Your actions however, are interrupted by the thick length being shoved inside you from the man at your backside.
“Have to be thorough.” He lets out a laugh, dark eyes feeding off the sight of you.
You choke a sound of surprise, as he almost immediately starts a brutal pace. The man in front of you speaks.
“You're gonna be a good girl for me, open up nice and wide.” He clicks his tongue.
You shake your head until Price drives into you especially hard. Mouth opening in surprise.
“That’s it, good girl.” You gasp around his length, being fucked into by the pair of them.
Price chimes in from behind.
“Look at you, such a good girl letting two officers fuck you, making sure she’s not causing any trouble.” He reaches over to rub at your clit, fingers moving in quick circular motions. Both of them rocking into you at a brutal pace.
You feel yourself approaching your climax, with muffled moans and cries.
“Can you feel clenching around me sweetheart, be a good girl, come on my cock, that's it.” He groans, his pace speeding up as the other approaches his climax as well.
After a harsh rub to your clit you come, body shaking as tears leak from your eyes. Price continues his thrusts, as you inadvertently suck him in, the little whines vibrating around Simons's cock. They both finally come with a low groan, thick salty liquid coating your tongue and insides as you struggle to swallow.
“Fuckin’ hell.” The man in front of you moans out.
They both slowly slide out, leaving you boneless on the table, as you whine out at the movement.
“Quite the mess.” Price comments, a dark laugh following from the man in front of you.
You make an exhausted noise in response. Quite the mess indeed.
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