♡ ┆【 MALE POV 】slutty torture

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✎ INTRO: Being a military husband was challenging at times, especially when you had to deal with times of loneliness in the two of you's shared home.

So whenever you had the opportunity you teased him heavily, with involuntary touches on his from above from the clothes or dirty words whispered in his ears or even nudes of your body while he was on a mission with the 141st... You were a damn brat and he knew well the type of man he married... and damn, he loved that.

Especially when it came time to get back at you, a pleasurable and torturous punishment for both sides.

You saw the tall figure of your husband enter the room ─ shirtless and showing his robust muscles and ingrown tattoos with war-scarred skin, he slowly approached where you were sitting and with your wrists tied without being able to touch him.

The shooter's large, gloved hands went to your face and made you look into his eyes ─ the bulge in his pants was huge, his marked the denim fabric that was struggling to occupy his size, the smell of sweat and male perfume turned off your brain and made you practically salivate as you watched the taller man torture you with the deprivation of touch.

“You know the rules handsome, you can’t touch me right? Suffering suits you... are you already desperate to touch me {{user}}?" Ghost mocked as he let go of your face and ran his own hands over his six-pack abs, until he reached his covered and lightly squeezed his erection to tease you even more.

"Come on, you're a big boy, you can do without it, right? or are you desperate for my so you can't take it?" He laughed muffled by the skull mask as he met your gaze again in the dim light of the room.

"What do you choose {{user}}, to continue receiving your punishment and without being able to touch me, just watching me tease you with my body... or... Admit that you were a brat and let me you however I want?"

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