Idk who needs to hear this but the age of iPhones have been extremely difficult for phonebound ghosts!! Please don’t assume that all unknown callers are spam!! Make a spirit’s day and answer that phone call.. respond to that ominous text! it’s not like you pay by the minute for phone calls anymore!
Contains: Getting freaky with a ghost, male ghost/female reader in terms of anatomy, P in V, no real aftercare, written while I was half asleep and not beta read or editted (AKA don't complain about the quality please)
The hot shower water drenches your skin. The perfect way to distract yourself from working a double was to scorch yourself. It worked, too - you can’t feel the soreness when you’re practically burning your skin off. You wrap your body in a towel that’s just big enough to meet in the front, and step out of the bathroom after giving your head a lazy shake to get rid of some of the water. If it works for dogs after getting out of the bath, it must be good enough for you.
Slinking into your bedroom, you catch a slight indent on the comforter you left bunched up at the foot. Your friendly ghost. He was certainly no Casper by any means, but at least he was nice enough to not throw your favorite mugs around. You decide to pay him no mind since you can’t technically see him.
Your towel hits the floor as you walk over to your closet, deciding on a tank top that would at least cover your nipples and a pair of old sweatpants. You toss them on the bed, gazing at the imprints on your blanket. He’d shifted. There was a new set of imprints, indicating he’d sat with his legs out and somewhat spread while looking at you picking out your night clothes. You roll your eyes, declaring that he was a pervert. You receive no obvious response, but you notice from dips in your mattress that your ghost friend had lifted himself up.
Perhaps you’d offended him so bad that he decided to leave - though you weren’t sure he could leave. Making a few assumptions, you bend over to work your way into the sweatpants. That’s when you feel your cunt stretch. A little gasp escapes you, and you lean up against your bed for a little more support.
You weren’t necessarily surprised. You always felt someone watching you when you used your vibrator, but you never felt any particular way about that. Your otherworldly friend was proving to truly be a pervert, and you take a little bit of pride in your assumption being affirmed as he begins to thrust into you. You aren’t particularly sure what to do - having sex with a physical being is much different when compared to sex with a supernatural being. You reach down to play with your clit, rubbing circles lazily as you allow your guest to slowly thrust in and out of you.
That doesn’t last for long. You feel him grab your wrist, in a somewhat rough manner, and move your hand to the bed. You feel a cool sensation on your clit, paired with some friction. The contrast in temperature makes you moan, your back slightly arching as you allow your mind to slip away. The ghost, who seemed to be in no rush before, increases the pace of his thrusts, as well as how hard he’s thrusting into you.
This was much more on par with your style. You moan and whimper as he continues to fuck you, surprised that he’s able to hit all the right spots. You’re a bit less surprised when you remember that he’d watched you fuck yourself silly, for an undescript amount of times. Still, having something other than plastic inside of you was something you weren’t going to take for granted.
Your visitor must’ve taken notes during your self-pleasure sessions - he manages to hit all the right spots, inside and out - he rubs your clit at just the right pace, uses one of his hands to pinch your nipples, and slams into you just perfectly.
Just before your orgasm, you begin to doubt yourself - are you really going to let a ghost make you cum? You answer your own question through actions rather than words as your invisible lover bucks his hips, making you unravel. You nearly scream as you finish, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You wouldn’t want to be disruptive to your neighbors, after all.
Within seconds of you finishing, you feel an icy sensation pressed against your pussy, cleaning you up. Within a minute, the sensation leaves. The room warms up by a few degrees and you know you’re alone. The tired, heavy feeling hits you again and you don’t even bother with pajamas as you crawl into your bed. As you wrap yourself up in a blanket, one satisfied sigh leaves your lips. A small smile is plastered to your face as you drift off to sleep, satisfied by a lover that you couldn’t even see.
i wasn’t even trying to eat that sheep!!! I had a change of heart!! Why do mortals always assume the worst when they see a big scary wolf :/ I don’t care that I originally set out to devour the flock! It’s in my nature I can’t help it.
Fuckkkk people are so inconsiderate. Luckily the bullet wasn’t silver.
