Intervention

Ghost x fem!reader || phone sex, dirty talk, sex toys, edging, orgasm denial, (light) degradation || tw: cheating (technically)

You were about to rub your clit when your phone started vibrating in your hand, stopping the great monsterfucker video you were watching. You picked up, anticipation filling you.

“Hey!” Your girlfriend’s voice was bored over the phone, you could hear people in the background. She was probably walking through campus. Your blood ran a bit faster, your heart picking up hearing her voice.

You hadn’t been able to see each other in a few days because of exams and life. And honestly, it had been shitty. You missed her and missed orgasms, even if lately they had been a bit bland and boring. You were feeling pretty bad about it, but neither of you tried to do anything about it, it was like watching a death-sentence in slow motion.

“He- Hello!” You bit your lip, but you couldn’t contain the groan that broke through your teeth even when your finger made contact with your sensitive pearl. It felt too good. “How are you?” Your breath was coming in short pants, fast and heated.

“Are you masturbating right now?!” She sounded almost offended, scandalized. You felt your arousal turning down a few notches at her reaction. And then anger started rising inside of you. She used to be so fun.

“Well… maybe I am… Oh, fuck!” You cursed at one particular good angle, making your back arch. “Why- Why are you calling?” You asked, trying to sound interested in something more than her sweet voice.

“I was calling to see if you wanted to meet up but you are being filthy!” The indignation in her voice made you almost laugh at her.

“Aww, come on darling, you love when I’m filthy,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “Help me out?” You used your best pleading tone. You didn’t want to deal with anything but your arousal right now, and her sweet voice would be a great help.

“Ugh, okay.” The way she complained like it was a chore to make you cum should be another added reason to the long list of bad things she’d done in the last couple months. Your friends insisted on you leaving her, but she was so pretty, and had such great tits… “Play with your pussy. Touch your clit or whatever.” Her uninterested voice was anything but sexy.

You bit down your tongue to avoid the curse that was about to escape. “Can you be a bit more specific?” You asked, trying to get a good angle and get back in the zone. She was killing your arousal by being so bad at it.

She continued in a hushed voice, fast and uninterested. “Rub your clit and touch your G-spot, I don’t know. Just do whatever you like when we fuck.” That sounded like the worst way of ordering someone around, you had to swallow a sigh.

“Tell me what to do?” You asked, trying once again to make her say something sexy, something that actually helped your situation.

“Finger fuck your pussy and let me hear how wet you are, how moist your pussy is.” You cringed at the choice of words, being anything but hot at the moment. She was almost breaking your focus on pleasure with her mediocre dirty talk.

She kept talking, but the words were so bad… You tried to forget about her bland words, picturing her head between your legs. Her on her knees, tongue playing with your clit as she finger fucked you until you were screaming like the dirty little slut you both knew you were. But then the voice changed.

“Enough of this,” a deep voice said in your phone. You let out a loud yelp, scared.

You were startled and confused, you looked at your phone and it said the call was interrupted but there was definitely someone talking through the speaker. “Who are you?” You asked, trying to decipher what the fuck was happening. Your hand not moving, still resting over your pussy. “Do I know you?” His voice resonated inside of you, like you knew him from somewehere, but you couldn’t figure out from where.

“You don’t know me, darling. But I know you.” His voice was ominous when he said it, and a part of your brain recognized it as the voice in your dreams. That voice that you heard when you were about to fall asleep. What?

“Wha- what?” You asked, completely and utterly confused.

“I’ve been watching you, I’ve been waiting… And I couldn’t wait anymore. That girlfriend of yours is just mediocre. You need something better. You need me.” The growl in his voice made your body shiver, but you felt a spike of fear along the heat.

“Dude, I don’t know who you are but I assure you that I…” You tried to argue, feeling chills all over your skin.

“Shush,” he ordered, and against better judgment you complied. “You moved to this house without asking why the rent was so cheap. You ignored me moving around stuff. And you thought the messages on the mirror were from your mediocre girlfriend… I had enough. Those were all me.” You felt very called out for all what he said, because it was all true. You knew there was something off about the house and you had been ignoring it for months.

And then a light-bulb turned on in your brain. “Are you… Are you a ghost?” You asked, anxiety and fear mixing with a new wave of arousal inside of you.

“Yes. So intelligent, are you? Thought it would take you more time to figure it out.” His proud tone made you preen under the compliment.

“What do you want from me?” You questioned, not knowing anything anymore, your brain swimming in a pool of confusion.

“I just want… to offer you a helping hand, if you may.” His voice was like a purr in your ear, making you shiver and arousal pool down your body, your clit asking for attention once again.

“What?” You couldn’t believe what he was insinuating, it couldn’t be, could it?

“You don’t want to know more right now, do you darling? You want to come, to make a mess out of yourself and those sheets. Just be a good little slut and rub that tiny clit for me. Let me watch you squirm.” You wanted to deny him, but you found yourself reaching between your legs again, your arousal growing at his words. You were so fucked up…

Hearing that voice was a lot better than all the dirty images you had in your head, your girlfriend's dirty talk not doing anything for you. You’d love for that voice to whisper nasty things to you. Or not nasty things. They could talk about snails and you would probably get wet either way. The voice was just made for sex, deep and raspy and so, so good.

But then you registered more information about what he said. “Are you… Are you watching me?” You didn’t know if you wanted him to say yes or no, but either way you’d be rubbing your clit to the sound of his voice.

“Yes,” he answered simply. “Reach out and grab the purple dildo, not the red one.” You obeyed, not expecting him to get right to the game so fast, but not complaining. “I like the purple contrasting against your pretty pink pussy.” You really wanted to come, and just listening to him talk was making you more desperate to catch your release.

You caught the purple dildo and started rubbing it along your pussy, getting it as wet as possible, which was more than enough because you were dripping. You were about to push it in when he stopped you with a new order.

“Slow, don’t turn it on yet, just fuck your pussy nice and slow for me.” You weren’t expecting the rush of heat that ran through you, hot lava flowing through your veins and making you dizzy with the need to finish. “Open more your legs, I want to see more. I want to see all.” You introduced it slowly, as he asked, trying not to squirm but being extra vocal just for him, moaning and groaning like a slut. The fact that he was watching but you couldn’t see him was exhilarating. Without thinking you accelerated your pace. “Not so fast,” he warned. Your body arched at the combination of the dildo and his voice.

“I’m so close.” Wetness was dripping around your fingers into your whole hand, making everything more intense and filthy.

His voice got dangerous when he said: “Don’t. Do not come. Not until I tell you to.” Oh fuck. You had to stop rubbing your clit when he said that, too excited and worked up not to come instantly. The high went down a few notches, but you could feel the arousal still prickling at your lower abdomen. You whined, needing more, needing something. “Don’t stop, keep going, but do not come.” You started rubbing your clit and fucking yourself slowly once again. The desperation and neediness making you squirm on the bed as he told you before.

“Wh- why? Don’t you want to make me come?” Your tone was supposed to sound teasing, but it came out broken and desperate. “Oh, fuck, please,” you breathed, the pleasure almost too intense, but you tried to hold it, just as he said.

“Not yet,” he warned. “Keep doing what you are doing. Slow and easy, I can see you dripping, I can hear your need every time that fake dick hits you deeply.” His filthy words were doing more for you than your girlfriend in the past five months. You were on the edge of what could be the most amazing orgasm of your life. But not yet.

“It feels so good… Pleaseeeeeeee… Let me come.” You weren’t moving your hand over your clit anymore, just fucking yourself with the purple dildo, but you could feel your release just a fraction of pleasure away. You were sure that if he asked you to cum at that exact moment, you would explode into a million pieces. No touching. No rubbing. Just a word and you would be done for. He had all the power over you at that moment, and it was exhilarating, to be surrendered at his mercy...

“Wait a bit more, darling. I’ll make the wait worth it… I promise. But if you cum before I say so… You will be punished. You don’t want that, right? You want to be a good slut for me?” He knew what those words and praises did to you. He knew and he said it, while you were spread on the bed with a ghost watching your every move. Damn. It was so hot. You felt his skin burning, you might catch on fire if he kept going.

The broken cry that came out of your mouth surprised you both, you were so ready, so wet, so close. But you wanted to be a good slut. You needed to. You let out a list of pleas and groans, trying in vain to make him take pity on you. But he didn’t, he barely kept humming and talking as you fucked yourself with the toy, slowly. So, so slowly.

“I wish I could fuck you, I wish I could cum deep inside you, breed you until you are about to burst and then start all over. Would you like that? Fill you up until it drips out, until you are so loose that all my cum can just spill out of you… Then I could slip right in again, filling you up again. And again. Until you won’t remember your own name. Until you’re so overstimulated that only a touch could make you cum.” The pictures he was setting in your brain were dirty and filthy, getting you closer and closer to orgasm.

You lost your ability to talk anymore, you could only moan, groan and whine as you inserted the dildo, without thinking twice about it, no teasing. You needed to be filled. You needed to be fucked senseless, but he told you to go slow, and you wanted to obey. Wanted to be good. You tried to move it to hit your G-spot, but you couldn’t get the angle right.

And then he was talking again: “You can’t get to that spot, can you? You need me to make you cum until you cry. I’m sure you will be a screaming mess when I’m done with you. I’m going to destroy you for anyone else, especially for that mediocre girlfriend of yours... and you are going to thank me for it, wouldn’t you?” Your broken moans almost swallowed his dirty words. “You want that, right darling? You want me to rock your world?” He was teasing, his voice a bit out of breath. You felt a bit better knowing that you weren’t the only one affected.

“Please…” you begged again. You felt your eyes filled with unshod tears. You were so close, so needy. You needed to orgasm as bad as you needed to breathe right there and then.

He ignored you and kept talking. “Yeah, I bet you’d like that. Maybe I would eat you out. Would you like that? Spread you open, get my tongue as far as I can while you cry under me. Not letting you come until I tell you to. I’m sure you wouldn’t, because you are a good slut, aren’t you?” You couldn’t respond, you were too worked up. Your voice would break, you would break if you let any sound out of your mouth. The tiniest movement could be enough to set you over the edge. But he didn’t care about that, he wasn’t expecting a response. “Yeah, you are. A good slut for me. I would eat you out, and then, when you are pliant and already fucked out, I would fuck you nice and slow, just like you were doing moments ago, work yourself up again. Every thrust hitting that sweet spot that only I can reach, the one that makes you go cross-eyed and makes your thighs tremble. I’ve seen you do that, I’ve seen it all.” His words should worry you, but you were too far gone. “A good little slut for me. And then, when you think you can take it anymore, I would fuck you again. Hard and fast, until you cum so hard that you black out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

The torture was so good. So good. The pleasure building inside you was so big that it felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump and crash into the ocean like a tidal wave. Your head felt dizzy, all your blood going south, making you impossibly hot and bothered. Head dizzy. Your hand was not even moving anymore, the dildo doing all the work stimulating your pleasure points, as you tried really hard not to explode. Your hand was clutching the phone so hard that you thought you were about to break it. And you wouldn’t care. You wouldn’t care about breaking all the fucking furniture if that meant he would let you come.

Your whine sounds strange to your own ears. Like a whore in heat. But then again, weren’t you? You felt like one. “I’m so close…” He was taking you apart and he wasn’t even corporeal. The power of that ghost over you at that moment was… otherworldly. “Please,” you begged again and again, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“Okay, okay,” his tone was tender, like you broke him as much as he broke you. “Come for me… now.” It was like a button was pressed inside of you, your body convulsing as the dildo kept hitting your G-spot. It was so good it was maddening, it was so good that you felt your consciousness slip away… and blackness claimed you.

When you woke up, you looked at your phone next to you just to see a text of your girlfriend that read: “The call failed, still wanna grab dinner?”

Well fuck.

Did that really happened? Did a ghost fuck you until you passed out and then took out the dildo and left you there to sleep? You didn’t have the answer to those questions, and as you texted your girlfriend back that you had to talk… You only wanted to figure out how to get him to fuck you again.