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You shouldn’t be doing this.
That’s what you always tell yourself time, and time again.
Yet every time you had met him, you would still find yourself on your knees in some dingy back alley, begging for the sweet relief of release, knowing that you would never get it until the last possible second.
This occasion was no different.
“Hng.” The filthy sounds of your whimpers reverberate through the cramped alleyway, staccatos of “ah, ah, ah”s thrown in like you were a porn star with nothing on your mind other than the feeling of chasing that sought out need of a climax.
But, who can blame you really? Not when that thing was stuffed deep into your cunt, fucking in and out of you over and over again as if it wanted to imprint its shape into your tight walls.
“Quiet.” You knew it was a command, but you also knew that the man in front of you wasn’t your commander.
Who the hell was he to tell you how you wanted to enjoy your own bliss?
Not when you were so, so close to that long awaited orgasm. So close that you could almost feel the oncoming onslaught of pleasure wash over you.
“I said…” The gruff voice breathed into one of your ears, pulling out the gun lodged deep into your pussy with one smooth motion, “Be quiet, slut.”
“Nghhaah…?” You whined intelligibly upon finding your hole gaping open, occasionally clenching down on a lack of anything gun-shaped filling you.
Right in your direct line of sight was your handgun, dripping wet with your own juices.
Displeased at the lack of intrusion inside your body, you started to protest.
“No-” Without warning, a gloved hand gripped your hair and slammed your closed lips directly onto a bulging cock, a cock so red and hard that it looked like it hurt.
Not as much as your lips though, that was sure to bruise very soon.
(It felt good. Embarrassingly good)
“Open your mouth, Y/N.” Ghost orders in that same voice he uses on duty.
“Lieutenant! I was so close, why did you-” The man shoves your open mouth right onto his dick, not wanting to waste any opportunity.
“I told you to shut the fuck up and you didn’t. Seems like this is the only way to do it.”
‘How romantic of you.’ You wanted to say. Preoccupied with your mouth as you were, what came out in lieu of the sarcasm was merely a garbled moan.
Ghost let out a guttural groan in reply, feeling the effects of the vibration from your voice.
Having done this song and dance time and time again, you started to roll your tongue around the tip, spreading precum around as the innards of your mouth worked to push the hot, pulsating cock towards your throat, hollowing your own cheeks to take as much as you could.
Hey, the guy’s meat stick is fucking huge, ok? So what if it takes a while to prep him. Doesn’t help the fact that you could barely breathe either.
“That’s right, keep doing that.” He groans upon feeling your tongue flick the slit on his tip.
And keep doing that you did not. Stopping your ministrations, you petulantly glared up to meet Ghost’s eyes through his skull mask.
“Hah… You’re really gonna be like that are you? Fine.” In one decisive thrust, the hand on your hair tightened and rudely shoved your face all the way until your nose hit his pelvis, his dick forcing its way through your throat.
It happened so quickly that you didn’t even have time to trigger your gag reflexes.
“Look at you, whore. It’s like you were made for me to fuck your throat dry.” He started to move, dragging his girthy length in and out like you were a mere fleshlight. “I bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”
What a pretty picture you painted; choking on the enemy lieutenant’s cock as dewdrops of tears started to form at the corner of your eyes, cheeks vibrant with dusts of red covering them while your hands clutched at his clothed thighs.
Like this, you were merely a cocksleeve with no use other than serving dick with any and all of your holes.
You could feel his pace pick up, accepting his assault on your throat in the same way you knew the lieutenant liked: with teeth.
“Fuck…” He sighs breathily upon feeling the graze of your teeth on his girth.
As he continues, your hand began to creep towards your sopping wet cunt. You were horny, incredibly horny. Especially since he denied you of your release.
He stops abruptly upon noticing your change in movement. With his cock still deep inside your throat, he smacks away your hand from its path and grabbed the both of them with his one, bringing them up above your head.
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
Does he really expect you to answer when your lips are clearly occupied with something here?
You raised one defiant eyebrow in an attempt to convey this.
Unfortunately, he did not get the memo, reading your expression as a taunt instead. Ghost reached inside your not-so-secret stash of weapons in your pocket and pulled out a thin, barbed wire.
…Was that your emergency razor wire?
What the fuck is he planning to do with that?
Your question was answered shortly thereafter as the man reached up towards your hands, still in his clutches, and tied it just right above where your gloves met your skin; it was not quite touching you, but a single movement of your hands could jostle it into direct contact to where your flesh was.
It was a warning, you knew. However, was it really necessary? Who knew he had such a flare for the dramatics?
He even added a bow tie to it, like you were a gift wrapped up nice and neat, just for him.
“Be a good girl and stay still.” And with that, he resumes right back into fucking your throat, letting your hands drop to your back while his creeped down to rest at the base of your neck, as if nothing had happened.
The schlop schlop of your saliva being forced in and out as parts of it dripped off of your lips, just begging to be licked clean.
It’s not like that will ever happen with Ghost though, as attached to his balaclava as he is.
But you’re not gonna complain. After all, there was something about the way his mask seemed to-
“You’re getting distracted, Y/N.” A particularly hard thrust cut off your train of thought, “It’s rude not to focus on me when I’ve got my dick in you.”
He nudged your erect clit with the tip of his military boots, slid his hand up to where his cock was behind the skin of your neck, and squeezed.
Shocked from the sudden bout of pleasure, a hitched moan fell from your lips.
“Shit.” Ghost’s orgasm came immediately after that with absolutely no warning other than the hot surge of cum, shooting down your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all. He pulled out before he could finish, letting the thick, white globs of semen drip all over your face, joining the trails of saliva.
Ghost slipped his cock fully out, leaving your tongue to loll limply as you panted like a dog for some much needed air.
He moves his hands away from your neck towards your face in a half-hearted imitation of caressing it, collecting all the liquid streaming down and shoving them right back inside your mouth where it belongs. You sucked on the gloved fingers in your mouth, tasting the bitter tang with hints of saltiness on them.
When he took them out, you fixed your expression into a feigned grimace, “Ugh… bitter.”
“You still swallowed it though.” He replied, reaching down to where your hands were.
Thinking he was about to untie them, you waited patiently for the feel of a cladded palm on yours, only to find none. Instead, the man yanks you up by the arm and manhandles you to a stack of boxes where he pushes you back down on your knees.
“What the fuck, Ghost?” You start, feeling your cheek knock against a piece of cardboard.
He shushes you by placing a finger on the folds of your pussy, stroking it with uncharacteristic care.
Good god, is he planning to take you doggy style?
Ghost inserts two digits in you, intrusion made easier from the fact that you had a gun shoved up your hole earlier, and starts to finger you, purposely avoiding your g-spot that you knew he knew the location of.
Two fingers turn into three, and three turned into nothing. Ghost took out all three of his fingers from you.
“Fuck. Only three? Your big-ass pillar is not going to fucking fit.” You protested, looking back with a slightly irritated, very horny, glare.
“Oh please, don’t lie. I know you can take it.” You could see his eyes from behind his mask, challenging you to object any further.
You acquiesced reluctantly by turning your head back around, awaiting for the familiar feel of his thick, veiny dick.
And your wait was indeed not in vain. The blunt head nudged at your hole, slowly but surely sliding in until the tip was able to slip inside. You released a breath upon feeling it enter.
Then, Ghost rammed it into you so hard that you could feel it in your throat, prompting you to release a punched out whine in time with his own low, raspy groan. Enveloped inside your velvety, tight walls, the man barely gave you time to adjust to his size before pulling out and slamming back all the way to the hilt, again and again.
Sounds of flesh meeting flesh resounded through the walls of the cramped alleyway, paired with the wet slide of his dick, piercing you and rearranging your insides. His hands on your waist assist him with his harsh motions, over and over again; the repetitive in and out, in and out coaxing you to moan wantonly at each powerful smack of his cock.
“Be quiet… you’re too loud.” He grits out, “Do you want everyone to see you like this? Sucking in my cock with your tight, pretty pussy like a prostitute.”
You chose not to respond because you knew that if you said anything more, you’d only further prove his point.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Whore.” He says, taking his hands off of your waist, leaving you to completely rely on your own strength and the boxes beneath you to prevent you from toppling over like a Jenga tower.
You try to glance back, seeing from your peripheral vision that he was taking off a glove while still fucking into you.
And then he shoves the entire thing inside your mouth, all the way until it reached your throat, along with the tips of his fingers where his nails lay. How many times is he gonna try to shut you up during this rendezvous? Maybe you should create a tally for it.
You shove that thought back into your mind as his other, gloved hand takes hold of your waist again. You liked Ghost’s hands, on the rare occasions that he took off his gloves. It was thick and veiny, just like his cock.
It’s always a pleasure to choke on either one of them.
Suddenly, faint voices from somewhere nearby could be heard. Sensing the presence of other people, Ghost slows down to a tamer, more manageable pace.
But he doesn’t stop.
Maybe it was a good thing that you couldn’t speak right now lest you be arrested for public indecency, no less public indecency with a lieutenant of the enemy.
“What if those people saw you here, bring bred by the enemy on your knees like this?” He whispers in your ears.
You could feel yourself getting impossibly wet at his words, clenching down on his girth.
“How does it feel, knowing that my sperm, your babies, would be the result of other men watching you be fucked within an inch of your life?” He groans, knowing damn well how you felt about it.
The voices quiet as footsteps move further and further away from you. He resumes his earlier unrelenting treatment, still completely missing the spot that sent sparks down your spine on purpose.
You could also tell he was holding back his own orgasm on purpose. Damn his stupidly overpowered stamina.
In the corner of his eye, Ghost catches sight of the shine of a gun and gets an idea. He removes his fingers from your mouth after ensuring that the glove would not drop out and inserts two bare fingers inside of you, stretching you out even further.
Then, without even a single word, he takes his finger out, reaches for the gun and shoves it into your pussy, aiming directly to where your g-spot was, with his cock still hammering inside of you.
You cum instantly upon the double penetration, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you white-out, squirting all over the boxes. Sensations flood through you, the bloodrush in your ears drowning out the sounds of the world around you. The violent pleasure flowing through your veins, ripping apart your nerves, barely had the time to stop.
Ghost takes out the gun from your hole, only to slam it right back in at full force, hands and dick working together to make sure your cunt was always filled to the brim with something.
This time, he does not miss your g-spot even once.
The constant assault in your hole finally spilled over the tears resting on your eyes, leaking down your face towards your chin and lips. Even the glove clogging your larynx wasn’t able to muffle your cries of pain and pleasure; overstimulation and the desperate urge to cum until you pass out.
Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass by with you in that position, cumming your brains out from the unceasing thrusting.
And the bastard still hasn’t even cum once in you.
You felt it before you could see it. The movement of his hand taking out the glove from your mouth, pulling your chin behind, and placing his lips directly on top of yours.
You startled in surprise, allowing him to slip his tongue in to meet yours.
Had he actually pulled away the mask that he was so attached to, just to kiss you? To fuck your mouth with his tongue?
Just for you?
You didn’t know whether to feel elated or conflicted.
You moan into his lips, he groans back in response, feeling your overstimulated insides be abused constantly by that massive cock and your own gun.
“Simon…” You murmur, delirious from being fucked stupid by him, his real name accidentally slipping out along with his tongue from its place in your throat.
The hand clutching onto your chin moved down to your neck - towards your nape, slamming your head back down towards the carboard boxes.
“Don’t call me that. Someone as filthy as you doesn’t deserve to call me by my name.”
It was like someone had lovingly caressed your cheek, before proceeding to slap you square in the face.
At this point, the thrusts, teetering upon the boundary of pain and pleasure, started to hurt more than it felt good.
Your whines, however, refused to quiet down regardless.
The sounds of your sex grow rougher and less controlled, a tell-tale sign that Ghost was about to lose control of his stamina and cum soon. It’s sloppy and undignified; the downright filthy noises the both of you were making as if neither cared about the fact that you were in a public place.
His uneven breaths mixed with yours, you noted that you could actually feel it blowing behind your ears instead of the usual muffled sounds hidden by a mask, as his pace turned erratic, the muscles of his hands holding you tensing with a newfound desperation.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Ghost pulls out the gun, moves both his hands to clasp and clutch onto your hips like they were a lifeline, and gave in to his bodily desires. White hot sperm floods into you as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, the searing rush of semen making its way towards your cervix.
You feel your thighs go taut, the only things supporting you were his hands on your hips and the dick still spilling into you.
When he finally finished, the only thing left of you were a pile of limbs and bones.
Ghost reached towards your hand and untied the razor wire with his gloved one. It was bleeding. It was bleeding due to the barbs and you didn’t even notice. You didn’t feel anything from it.
With the same hand, the lieutenant picks up the gun again and easily stuffs it inside of your greedy cunt, pushing in all of the viscous liquid thoroughly along to prevent any spillage.
It was like he was ensuring that he had bred you well and full of his children.
He took his hands off of you, presumably to fix his appearance, and you collapse gracefully into a heap of flesh.
“…That was new.” You mumbled into the boxes eloquently.
Ghost does not respond, opting to fix his balaclava and glove back in place.
You lay there, watching him, contemplating. You knew that if he were to choose between saving even the lowest ranked member in his squad or saving you, he would, without a doubt, choose the former.
But it didn’t matter. The only thing you should care about was your next potential midnight (occasionally midday) tryst and his cock up your pussy.
It was when you started to move, flexing your sore wrists and cracking your back when a roll of bandages came flying in your direction. You caught it, of course, not wasting any time to put it to use for your poor, mangled arm.
You looked at Ghost appreciatively, but skeptically. “You didn’t poison this, did you?”
He looked at you as if to ask ‘are you really questioning that right now after I literally came in you?’.
Which was exactly what he said. It’s been so long since these… adventures started that you already knew most of his little habits and thoughts.
“Fair enough.” You replied with a strained shrug, pulling up your pants and putting your coat back on, making sure that it properly covered all of the suspicious spots.
And the very obvious gun-shaped item between your thighs.
Ghost smirked under his mask upon realizing that you were planning to return to your dorm with a gun up your cunt.
“What? it’s less messy this way.”
He turned around, facing the entrance of the alleyway with his clothes fully back on, gloves and everything included.
Ghost started to walk out, away from you.
“Hm? Running away already? Coward.” You taunted him with a joking, hoarse, lilt in your voice, tossing the roll of bandages back in his direction.
He doesn’t catch it, eyeing it as it rolls around the ground before coming to a stop in front of him.
He turns around once again, pulls up his hood, and grips your injured wrist in one smooth motion, dragging you towards the general direction of a more secluded area.
“Mark your words.” He says harshly.
Right, this was the type of guy who would never back down from a challenge.
Looks like you’ve still got a long night ahead of you.