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“You’re fucking impossible,” You practically growled underneath the man.
You and your Lieutenant never got along. You often joked that he felt threatened by your skills, but he shut that down quickly.
You wanted to like him. You wanted him to like you. But he was such an unlikable person in your eyes. He was so dedicated to his job that he never formed any kind of relationship with any person on base, never went out of his way to make anyone feel better, if you did something wrong he’d definitely tell you, but if you did something right he wouldn’t give you any praise.
Now, you found yourself pinned underneath him. You’d begged your Captain to spar with someone, anyone else, but you were stuck with Ghost. Apparently, he was the only one that could teach you everything you didn’t know, which according to Ghost, was a lot.
You hated so much about him, but what you hated most was how you found yourself growing aroused at the position you were in. He had both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head, his pistol in the other hand, the barrel of it pressed against your neck, his legs straddling your hips, the weight of his body on yours was something almost comforting. Almost.
“See how easy it would be for someone to fuckin’ end you in a matter of seconds,” He emphasized his words by pressing his gun deeper into your skin, and you nodded. He was right, he did pin you in a matter of seconds. You were somewhat of a small woman, and any man could easily take you down if you made one wrong move.
He let go of your hands, putting his pistol back in its holster on his thigh, though he didn’t stand, he stayed seated on top of you.
“You’ve gotta put your small frame to use,” He crossed his arms, gazing down at you. “Guys like me are gonna take advantage of their size, you take advantage of yours.”
He was actually giving you advice. It wasn’t backhanded. It wasn’t laced with evil intent. He was actually, genuinely helping you.
“Never seen anyone as big as you out in the fields Ghost,” You stared back up at him, analyzing his eyes, searching for even a hint of life in them, which you never found no matter how long you looked at him. His dark, almost black eyes never showed any kind of emotion, though you swore occasionally you could see some amount of sorrow in them, only just after a mission.
“Right,” His eyes scanned your body beneath him, and you felt like he was a predator, you were his prey. You always felt vulnerable in his presence, like he knew all of your darkest secrets, all of your weaknesses. “Get up.”
He stood, reaching out an arm to help you, you took his hand and he easily pulled you off the ground. He walked behind you, using his foot to push your legs further apart.
“Stance is key, make sure you’re stable, or someone can throw you off balance easily.” You nodded, following instructions. “Got any weapons on you?”
“Uh no sir,” He shook his head, now walking into your line of sight.
“Should keep something on you at all times. Rookie move.” He crossed his arms again, a stance that he frequented often. “Always have a knife in your boot. Doesn’t matter if we’re on base or you think you’re safe because you’re not. There’s always a chance for an ambush.”
“Yes sir,” He reached for his own boot, pulling out an all black tactical switchblade, even if it was sticking out of his boot a bit, you’d never know, as it was camouflaged against his all black clothing.
“Give this back when we’re done here.” He slid the knife into your own boot, standing back on his feet again. “Lucky I’m feeling generous today,”
You scoffed. “When are you ever generous?”
“I was being generous by not ending your miserable life just minutes ago,” You simply glared at him while he stepped closer to you, towering over your small frame. “You have much to learn, love. We should get started.”
His voice was low, barely above a whisper, raspy, gravelly, you were so close you could smell him, cigarettes and gunpowder, light undertones of sandalwood and musk, and a hint of Kentucky Bourbon.
You spent several hours sparring, Ghost pinning you every time. “We’re not stopping until you pin me. Don’t give a fuck how tired you are,” He told you, out of breath because you actually put up a decent fight.
Finally, you found an opening, throwing him off balance, you found yourself in the same position as before, though you were on top of him, the knife he gave you pushed against his throat.
“Fuckin’ finally,” He pushed you off of him, taking his knife back in the process. He tucked the knife back in his boot as he stood, stepping out of the sparring ring and making his way to the door.
“Seriously? You’re just leaving?” You stepped out of the ring, walking towards him.
“We’re done. You pinned me, it’s over.” He said, looking at you over his shoulder.
“I’m so tired of this Ghost. You’re such an asshole, I can’t even get a fucking ‘good job’? A pat on the back?” You waved your arms around in frustration.
“This is your job Sergeant. You’re expected to do good. I shouldn’t have to tell you or reward you in any way.” He said sternly, his voice terrifyingly calm.
“Everyone else does. Even Price tells me if I did alright every now and then.”
“I’m not Price sweetheart,” He stepped towards you, making you step backwards until you hit the wall, unable to go any further. Ghost only stopped when the two of you were so close you could feel his breath on you through his mask, your chests touching, as he stared down at you. Once again, you felt vulnerable.
“I know you’re not Price. I’m not asking you to be. What I’m asking is for you to stop being an inconsiderate asshole.” You poked a finger at his chest, a solid wall of muscle. At this point you weren’t even sure if he was human, maybe he was some kind of cyborg freak underneath the mask and clothes that covered every inch of his body.
“Overstepping your boundaries Sergeant.” He looked down at your hand, which was still resting on his chest.
“This isn’t about our job anymore Lieutenant. It’s about being a decent fucking person and showing some respect.” He grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, his gloved fingers wrapping around your delicate bones.
“Unless I tell you to touch me, keep your fuckin’ hands off me.” He let go of you with a shove, still not backing away from your close contact. “And I never said I was a decent person. I don’t have to respect you.”
“You’re fucking despicable.” There was so much hatred burning in your body, and as you stared into his eyes, they were impossibly darker than usual, you didn’t think that was possible, but something lingered behind those black orbs, something you couldn’t describe.
He pulled his mask up just enough to expose his lips, the teeth of the skull plate lining up perfectly with his top lip, making it look like it was simply a continuation of his face. He had scars all along his sharp jaw, stubble growing in from likely not shaving for days, his lips were a perfect pale pink, slightly chapped, with another scar running through them, from his chin to the bottom of his nose, possibly further, it disappeared underneath the mask.
His gloved hand found its way to your hair, tugging slightly, positioning your head in such a manner that you were forced to look at nothing but him. He leaned closer, and closer, until your lips were mere inches apart, you wanted to push him away, but something in your body told you not to.
His hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair rested on your hip, pulling your bodies impossibly closer. You leaned in to close the distance between you, only to have him pull back slightly, making you chase his lips, which curled into a smirk watching you so desperately try to kiss him.
“Despicable, huh?” He leaned close again, his lips brushing up against yours. “I’m despicable, yet you wanna kiss me so badly, is that right?”
A whine escaped your lips, something you didn’t mean to let slip out, something you knew would give Ghost the biggest fucking head ever, something you knew he’d never shut up about.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” He smiled, a real smile, though more like a devilish grin, it was a smile nonetheless, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t fucking burning in your core at the sight. The heat between your legs was undeniable, you tried to discreetly squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, but Ghost noticed. Like he notices everything else.
His foot pushed your legs apart, his knee finding a home between them, applying the lightest amount of pressure where you needed him most. You had to fight your instincts on grinding against his thigh, and he took note of this.
“Go on, love. I know you want to.” He bounced his knee a bit, giving you the friction you craved, but you couldn’t give in. Not yet.
You shook your head, too nervous that if you open your mouth to say anything you’ll just moan instead. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this.
“Oh come on, darling.” He leaned close once again, you figured he was going to kiss you, but his lips landed on your neck instead, leaving sloppy wet kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin occasionally.
You couldn’t hold back anymore, you gave in, bucking your hips against his thigh, your soft moans finally filling his ears.
“There we go,” He grabbed you by your throat, finally connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss. It was rough, lecherous, teeth and tongues clashing as you both poured every ounce of hatred you had for each other into the kiss, biting each others lips hard enough your mouths filled with the metallic taste of blood.
His taste was absolutely addicting, tobacco and mint, from cigarettes and gum, the two things he constantly had on him, possibly to suppress his hunger, you didn’t think too deep into it though.
Your hands mindlessly travelled to his head, your fingers hooking underneath his mask, the goal being to take it off, but his hands caught yours before you got the chance.
“Mask stays on, love.”
“Of course you fuck with that thing on.” You said reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, revealing his perfectly toned body, half sleeve of tattoos, and surprisingly, nipple piercings.
“Never had any complaints. Most beg for me to keep it on actually.” He smirked as he pulled off your shirt, your bra following quickly behind.
“Shut the fuck up Ghost.” You pulled him into a kiss, craving the feeling of his lips on yours again. His calloused hands roamed your bare skin, grabbing your breasts, tugging your erect nipples between his fingers.
Quickly, he spun you around, sandwiched between the wall and his broad chest. He pulled your arms behind your back, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops of his pants, tying your wrists together with it, the leather cooling your burning skin just a bit.
“Fuckin’ can’t wait to use you.” He mumbles, tugging your pants off, along with your panties to reveal the dripping mess you already were.
A moan escaped your lips as his fingers slipped between your folds, groaning at how wet you already were.
“Eager are we?” He teased while his fingers started to circle your clit, making you whine as the pressure was finally starting to be relieved.
“You’re making this hard to enjoy,” You nearly choked on your words when his fingers slid into you, curling and immediately finding the spot to make you forget your own name.
“What was that, love? Making it hard to enjoy?” His other hand snakes around your body, toying with your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you at the perfect pace, and he could feel you clench around his fingers when he spoke.
“Yes! Just- just shut up!” You stuttered, barely able to form a coherent sentence.
“I think you like it when I talk to you,” He chuckled when he felt your walls pulse again, “Your own body is betraying you sweetheart.”
Everything was overwhelming your senses, his breath was hot on your neck, the way you could feel his throbbing cock press against your side through his pants, how his fingers were so big, how they filled you up so much, and you struggled to figure out how he would fit his cock inside of you. Everything about him was so huge, even his fingers almost felt like too much.
Your vision went blurry, your hearing was muffled. Your entire body was taken over by the pleasure this man was giving you. The man you hated with every fiber of your being. You hated how cocky he was, how blatantly rude, but most of all the way he made you feel things no ex-lover has ever made you feel, with only his fingers.
He talked you through your entire orgasm, though you didn’t pay attention to a word he said, you acknowledged that he was speaking. You whined at the sudden emptiness when he pulled his fingers out of you.
Your head was so high in the clouds you barely even noticed that you were being carried to another part of the room, until you were placed on a bench press, and you were now aware of the fact you were both out in the open, someone could walk in at any moment, but that partially turned you on even more.
You watched as Ghost pulled down his trousers, along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free, he was too eager to be inside of you to fully take off the rest of his clothing.
He wasted no time is spreading your legs and thrusting into you, not worried about giving you time to adjust, or teasing you, he just wanted to feel the tightness that his fingers felt previously around his cock.
He was huge, bigger than you could’ve imagined, the stretch was almost unbearable, but pleasure quickly replaced the pain that seared in your core.
“Such a pretty little thing. Wanted to take you like this for so long. Whether you wanted it or not.” His hand wrapped around your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head feel fuzzy.
“Fucking pervert,” You moaned, his thrusts were steady, a perfect pace, rough, but no longer painful.
“Yeah. Fuckin’ pervert and his pretty slut.” He groaned feeling your walls constrict around him at his words. “Like being called a slut, huh?”
“I fucking hate you,” You said through gritted teeth, choking on moans caught in your throat, partially from the fact his hand was applying so much pressure.
“Yeah but you love this cock, don’t you sweetheart?” You hated the way his lips curled into a smirk with his words. And the way he was right. You spit in his face, or what you could see of his face, and the man above you didn’t even flinch.
Suddenly, your cheek was burning, and it took you a moment to realize that he had slapped you, hard. Embarrassingly enough, you moaned louder at the act, and he chuckled, dark, almost like a villain getting away with whatever evil plan they had in a cheesy action movie.
You closed your eyes, drifting off into a state of complete bliss and euphoria, your brows knitted together, mouth hung open in pure pleasure. Your eyes shot open at the sudden feeling of something in your mouth, cold, and bitter tasting.
His gun.
You were sure you looked absolutely terrified, because there was a glint of pure amusement in Ghost’s eyes. The taste of sour metal and gun oil overwhelmed your tastebuds.
“I’d love to see your fuckin’ brains blown out right now.” The barrel of his gun pushed against your tongue, deeper into your throat, “And as long as your body’s still warm I’d just keep fucking you.” You were suddenly very aware of the fact his finger was on the trigger at all times. The gun was loaded. The safety was off. And he was very capable of doing everything he was telling you he wanted to.
“Scared now, are we darling?” He smiled down at you, enjoying the sight below him, you on full display, completely vulnerable just for him. “Shame if my finger slipped, hm? Want Price to walk in here to find you completely naked and your head blown to pieces?”
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, both from pleasure and fear. His pace never faltered, your moans muffled by the barrel of the gun down your throat.
“Finally figured out a way to shut your pretty face up, haven’t I?” He groaned in sync with your whimpers with a particularly harsh thrust, you were so close to your second orgasm, but you wouldn’t dare cum without permission with the state you were in.
He finally pulled the gun out of your mouth, due to your increase in moans and whines, strings of saliva connecting to it as he pressed it directly against your jugular.
“Gonna cum around my cock, love?” You nodded, the gun pushing harder against your skin. “Words sweetheart.” He demanded.
“Yes, fuck yes I’m gonna cum,” You were sobbing at this point, bucking your hips in time with his thrusts. Your back arched and you practically screamed as your second orgasm washed over you.
“Go ahead. That’s it, come on, such a good girl,” He praised as you rode out your high, groaning through gritted teeth at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. This being the only praise you ever received from your Lieutenant made your head spin, and you’d do absolutely anything to hear it again.
“Simon,” You moaned as you came, and at that moment he tossed the gun to the corner of the room, not worrying about where it landed or how hard it hit the floor, taking your lips in a rough kiss.
His pace never faltered, thrusts becoming more frantic as he chased his own high. You were quickly sent into overstimulation, the only thing you could do was squirm and whine underneath him, though his hands were quick to pin your hips onto the bench, stopping your movements.
“Fuckin’ perfect little toy. You’re all mine now. Mine to use whenever I fuckin’ want.” He muttered, seemingly to himself, no intention of you actually hearing the words he said. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to have left bruises as he stilled inside of you, pumping you full of his white hot seed, you both moaning at the feeling. His moans were like music to your ears, almost a whiny tone, and it was the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed.
He pulled out of you, watching as his cum poured out of your used hole. He let go of you, standing quickly, tucking himself neatly back into his pants before pulling you to sit up, removing his belt from your arms, pulling it back through the loops of his trousers.
Once he finished dressing, he pulled his mask back over the bottom half of his face. You only watched him as you couldn’t believe that he was preparing to leave as soon as possible, to leave you all alone after fucking you with a gun to your head.
“We’re going to keep working on your sparring. Same time tomorrow.” He stated, walking toward the exit.
“Really just leaving me like this?” Your voice was low, a slight hint of hurt in its tone.
“I’ve gotta give you a reason to keep hating me if it always ends like this.” He looked over his shoulder as he opened the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sergeant.” He stepped out, closing the door behind him.
The tone in his voice was enough to suggest what you thought, he wanted to do this again, and so did you.