COD MW2 x reader

Sub! Ghost x Dom! F! reader

“I’ll never do that again. Push you away, I mean.” His voice was low and gentle, almost a whisper.

"Hehe. I saw how you trembled under my gaze. You weren't scared, were you? You felt something else other then fear... didn't you?"
Y/N grinned, chuckling

Ghost gritted his teeth. His face felt hot all of a sudden. He was caught, trapped under her spell.

“Shut up.” Ghost mumbled through his teeth.
He was in too deep now. She had a strong sense of control over him. Her calm demeanour and soft, honey eyes made him melt.

"Mm... that's not very nice... is it, Simon?~"
Y/N asked, her thumb teasingly moving from side to side under his lip

“I said shut up.” Ghost’s voice was filled with frustration, yet longing to be near her at the same time.
He knew what she was doing with her thumb, teasing him and he bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning. It was as if her thumb had a spell over him and made his body quake in her grasp.

Blood rushed to his cheeks and he glared at her.
Her playful teasing was his weakness and one simple touch of her thumb was enough to drive him mad.

His breath hitched and he bit his lower lip harder, a small growl escaping him as he tried to stay in control. He could not let her tease him any further, lest he become her prey, easy to use and take advantage of.

“Stop.” He grumbled through gritted teeth, a small whine escaping him.

"stop? Ah... ok"
with a smirk -- she removed her hand. It felt weird. Her sudden grasp now not there made him feel... weird.

Ghost was relieved when she finally removed her hand, though the sudden shift made him feel odd as it felt as if the touch had some kind of effect on him.

“Better.” He muttered, trying to regain control.
He felt slightly relieved, until she smirked.
He was back to feeling hot again as her smile made him feel a strange sensation in his stomach.

“Do that again.” His voice was low, a deep growl. He hadn’t realised he growled until then.

she chuckled, placing her hand back on his chin. Her thumb back under his lower lip. Threatening to slide further
"Mm. Seeing you like this is so, so pretty~"

She was going to kill him with that teasing.
Her thumb was a deadly weapon that could drive any man into submission and she knew that.

He was losing his breath, the way her thumb danced under his lip was tantalising and he found himself leaning forward, a sound escaping his throat as his breath hitched.

“S-Stop.” His voice was a breathless gulp. A feeling of weakness consumed him and the only thing he could do was lean closer to her soft, inviting lips. His mind was filled with dirty, lusty thoughts while his body was weak and vulnerable to her touch.

"...mm.. I don't really think you want me to... do you.. pretty boy?~" Y/N asked, grinning

His lips parted to speak, but only soft, short grunts came out as he struggled to breathe.
What was she doing to him? He felt hot all over his body as his heart raced.

The feeling of her thumb under his lip almost made his knees go weak enough to drop him. He was barely standing against her touch.

Y/N grinned - removing her hand with a chuckle. Then dragging him back into his bunk as she pushed him onto the couch

"My my... weak under just a simple touch~"

Ghost didn’t bother voicing a response as she pushed him onto the couch.