->Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x female Reader
->Synopsis: You catch your insomniac Lieutenant doing something questionable in the dark safe house where you two were stuck in and decided to confront him. (Part 2 of this)
->Warnings: Creep!Simon, Pervy thoughts, objectifying, slight slutshaming, male masturbation, squirting, fingering, misuse of military ranks, female reader and anatomy, p in v sex, no creampie sorry :(, slight scent kink (?), non-consensual photos.
You stared out from the window, blankly. There was nothing to do. Your body turned over on the worn out safe house cot that had most likely seen better days, the light periwinkle haze coming in from the window. So cold that the edges of the window itself developed thick blotches of ice that you couldn't even pick at with your finger nails.
Mentally sighing at the sound of Soap's annoying snores that were the only brain-itching sound preventing you from sleeping with what few hours you could scrap together- especially in a carrier where you may sometimes be expected to stay awake overnight.
This should have been a blessing.
The wooden floorboards creaked when you turned over on your back staring at the blank darkness of the roof, the pale light from the outside looking like nothing in comparison to the eerily dark room.
One minute. Two. Three.....how many again? Didn't matter since sleep started coming along, light and dreamless focusing on the silent howl of the wind. But suddenly your eyes shot up at another creak in some corner of the room, likely left. High pitched and unexpected, you'd be lying if the randomness of the sound didn't spook you but your mind reminded it could very well be the lieutenant who was known to be somewhat of an depressed insomniac, restless sleeper thing who would probably smoke or drink himself to the only point of peace he could experience.
He was strange to say the least, but sometimes you felt bad for the man, he never joined the 141 in anything off duty unless needed, smoked alone, lived alone, was one of the only few who would even drink alone, like who does that?
You didn’t want to admit that yes he was quite captivating, maybe it’s because a conversation with him felt like some rare glimpse despite the fact he would just grunt in return, or his skill. His voice. Everything. But to you especially apart of him gave the vibes of some poor socially awkward weirdo; staring at you with a blank expression (by inferring based on his eyes), or taking way too long to respond even for a single greeting that came out of your pretty mouth.
You leaned up from the cot slightly using your forearms to get an angle and hopefully make out what he was doing on the couch and strangely enough it looked as if he had his legs propped up on the old ass worn down couch that someone probably laid bodies on at one point. The position was way too casual and at nearly two in the morning was strange, maybe he decided to sleep on the couch?
No that was off. Even if your lieutenant was strange, there were a few things that could be praiseworthy and one of them was his desire to make sure he could stay as neat and organised as possible, and to maintain some level of cleanliness on missions fucking SAS training. So sitting on an ugly couch was slightly out of character.
"Are you alright Lieutenant?" You finally gathered the courage to whisper out, voice almost getting drowned by the loud howl of wind hitting the safehouse. Soap slightly shifting around which you ignored.
He still went. Almost like he stopped breathing.
And you were prepared for him to wait a good few seconds before responding, like he always did.
A grunt in response, exactly 15 second waiting time.
"Are you...sure?" It came out more as a sceptical question like you didn't believe him. Which was true.
He hummed again, quiet, deep, monotone. Can this piece of shit even talk to women?
"Do you not like the cot?" Now you were probably on the verge of getting too casual, he was that one person on 141 where you rarely talked much with, even Price was someone who could hold a genuine conversation despite being an old man and your captain.
"No." Now that was an instant response. A bit too hasty.
You laid down again, now feeling like the air was suffocating, because that was so damn awkward. But you paused suddenly, body going tense when you heard him shift again and hear what sounded like the click and movement of a buckle belt. A sound that felt like some quiet secret that just managed to ring too loudly.
You couldn't help it, as you sat up again- not even on your forearms but fully with your upper body erect and staring at him as you can presume he went still again.
".....Lieutenant.....?" You were shocked but it came out like genuine fear- which yes it was true because what could he be possibly doing? You thought of him jerking off which made you cringe. He could never, he climbed the SAS ranks to do what? Jerk off?
He didn't respond. Not this time. Never. It didn't surprise you normally but the context mattered here.
You swallowed the lump in your throat looking at the particular dark mass of him on the couch which stood out in the similarly eerily dark room. Everything all of a sudden felt vivid- the darkness of the room, his voice and pauses when he replied to you, his heavy breathing that paused and continued on, the irritating smell of organic matter in the dust that was in the safehouse, and that strangely musky odour, his relaxed position and now the clinking of metal on metal of an undone belt.
You wished you could see him clearly, so he could get a glimpse of your horrified face. You didn't even bother asking anything. You knew, he knew, you both knew.
But finally it all came together, his strange behaviour around only you, his awkwardly silent stare, his lack of response, his gaze on your back that you could feel cripple up your spin, everything.
You're lieutenant wasn't shy, nervous, or socially awkward. Just a sheer pervert.
"You fucking can't be serious." You spoke up louder, bolder, but not enough to actually wake up the rock Mactavish. No response from him but that didn't stop you- "You're actually insane, you could have very well went into the bathroom to get off if it was some emergency. Bastard." now this was a territory that would get your ass handed off if someone said you were cussing out a superior.
At this point you didn't care about the tone of disrespect and audacity that came out, which would have gotten you sore from laps at boot camp but not now. But you didn't expect him to respond saying-
"I wouldn't be able to see you if I went into the bathroom" He said back, not whispering, but quiet, relaxed, and debauched from whatever the fuck he was doing. Shameless, disgusting, he didn't even bother hiding it. You never did anything to particularly be attractive to superiors, especially him, especially when you were just trying to sleep. It's not like you were actively hoping to get laid by a man whose face you've never seen and now proved he was definitely an creep.
But you weren't done, grabbing your phone. Something rarely used and turned on the flashlight on low to not disturb Johnny too much and shined the light at your Lieutenant who was just there. Thankfully his damn dick was covered but belt still unbuckled as he stared at you with those strangely large onyx eyes you would have considered beautiful if it wasn't for the situation. You got up and walked over him angrily, partly disgusted and wanting to rather sleep outside in the cold now than in the same vicinity with a man who jerks off to the dark sillouette of you trying to sleep; but god you had to confront him.
"Did you fucking lose your mind? I will fucking repor-"
You stared at his skull masked face blankly, slightly side eyeing Soap to make sure he wouldn't wake up. Before looking back at him slightly breathing heavily. He didn't seem all that concerned now resting his head on his hand, arm leaning against the shitty couch arm rest, staring up at you like he's done countless times. Thick thighs spread and buckle still undone, trying to ignore the hard and heavy dickprint.
Gaze lingered a bit too long.. one moment too long was all he needed to know.
The room drifted off into silence again, your own breathing falling behind as if it never existed. The only thing that became obvious was this painful reminder of a barrier between you two, a barrier he had broken that had resulted in this mess.
This piece of pathetic shit didn’t even bother hiding that disgusting boner poking painfully against the undone zipper seam.
“Wanna help?” Your eyes shot up at him annoyed, disgusted, angered, feeling humiliated. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Because maybe there was a small part of you that felt validated that a man would find you that attractive to not speak to you properly, to fuck himself to mere idea of you getting ready to sleep on a stained cot.
This was getting messed up.
You looked back at Johnny fast asleep, snoring, one foot out of the blanket like he had no care in the world, then back at your lieutenant. Whose eyes seemed brighter in comparison to the depressing winter outside.
“Right here?” You asked, a mere meek whisper like the burning fire from earlier was stopped. It's like the part of you, the training, the 5am drills, the yelling from drill sergeants was screaming at you to report this- not take the chance to get laid. You regretted those words when they came out.
Because there was no absolute way, despite your lieutenant already proving he’s lost it. There was no way that he would willingly fuck in such a desolate place with a seargent who could wake up anytime, on such a horrible couch, in the cold broken down warehouse..righ-
“I’m afraid I can’t go that far” you stated pulling away from the shame of the situation but a string of profanities nearly ran down your tongue when he pulled you closer- the disgusting audacity to use so much force on a woman half his size like he clearly wanted to prove that he could and will break you in half. Literally.
You heard a few raspy breaths when he pulled you closer, now standing between his spread legs. Another shaky breathe before he muttered a deep raspy. “This wasn’t the first time. Can’t blame me for doing this over a rare doll here in the forces.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because judging from the way your face grimaced in disgust it sounded like he was proudly objectifying you. How would he feel if you said that about him? Of wanting to fuck him so so hard till his dick is left sore and only cumming clear. Actually no- he would like that.
And he didn’t stop, thick forearms where his jacket was slightly pulled up traced your the sides of your ribcage with a sickening soft finger, feeling the layers of skin that folded over the bone under the thin fitting tee made to be worn underneath tactical gear, not to be stroked, touching and fondled.
You didn't even bother asking what he was trying to get at, not even caring that the hand stroking your body was probably the same exact one he had down his pants minutes earlier. Fondling who knows what. And you prayed it wasn't the same hand he used to fucking touch his own dick.
You wanted to yell at him, cuss him out with insane profanities no one had heard for a long time, but everything died down to mush when he skimmed down the curve of your spine, strange electrical feelings shimmering all the way up to the back of your neck and then your jawline making you almost shudder.
“Lieutenant- we-we can’t..not here.” You muttered out now thrumming with a strange new feeling- he didn’t miss how you referred to him by title when you wanted something, as if you hadn't completely ignored the titles and resorted to swears a few moments ago.
He didn’t respond. Not surprising. But simply grabbed you by your upper arm dragging you along into the tiny ass bathroom. It was clean surprisingly but old. The wallpaper was slightly scratched but it was enough to get the deed done. The bathtub even had a crack sneaking along the edge as undisturbed dust laid on some edges. the mirror blackened at the edges and had a few worn down cracked leading around it.
The door clicked shut and everything felt cramped suddenly. Tight. Terribly tight. Especially with a hulking man over you. You both stared at eachother in silence, a deep feeling of regret overtaking your stomach like some impending sense of doom for agreeing to whatever he had in mind. As if men in the military don't already start slutting out women in general.
in a filthy mess of awkwardly placed kisses, (since he seemingly had issues with actually kissing your lips and resorted to your cheek, chin, neck and breastbone), false promises of security in a tiny safe house that you would never be caught, never get in legal job trouble for him fraternising, and this would be a one time thing..right?
In your dreamy haze, senses overloaded with a man so large and even beautiful in his own way, you could hear the low rumble of his voice, the creaking sound outside the bathroom but nothing registered, nothing stayed. Only drifting off. That was until he tapped your waist, pressing with a rough gloved pointer finger against your rib- "You okay?" his baritone voice hit you, so..so close.
"Yeah sorry" you mumbled, voice coming out slightly slurred and meekly quiet. You didn't if this was just a weird response to being surrounded by all 6 foot 4 inches of such a man or maybe the smell of cigars that reeked from him, mixing with the debris of dirt since it wasn't everyday soldiers got the blessing to keep clean on the field, the most one could do was get a slightly wet rag or keep their clothes changed when needed.
He grumbled slightly in response, a sound he usually made when that almost sounded like a fuck you and leave me alone if it wasn't for the fact he was shamelessly groping parts of your body that were well layered with fat, hips covered with roughed out layers of denim and another warm insulated layer underneath to keep you protected from the cold, before groping your breasts with no shame, he didn't even try to act gentle just doing it for the sake of doing it.
"Fuckin' love these lovelies. Should be a hazard to have em in the field" Ghost hummed again with the bullshit bars you have no idea how he made up. "You can't just say things like that!" you snapped, the annoyance from being slightly objectified earlier returning. "Yeah? Have fun talkin' to me like that when you'll have to run laps." he bickered back and you swore you could see the darkness around his eyes crinkle up. That also made you shut up, but silently fuck him for using his right to make you do laps around as a punishment.
Thinking about it now- he always did single you out.
"Stay with me, what the fuck? You look like a dumbass zoning out" Ghost pressed on your rib again.
you looked down to see that gloved finger slowly trailing under your shirt effectively pushing it up. It wasn't fair. He was fully clothed and you were in the middle of seeing the last shreds of dignity gone, there wasn't any point of bootcamp if you would end up getting fucked out by your lieutenant anyways.
You sighed when he practically lifted off your shirt and noticied you wore a simple, wireless soft bra underneath slightly annoying him. "Don't you birds sleep without this stuff?" Simon questioned trying to find some semblance of way to remove it "Yeah maybe if I didn't have a creepy lieutenant jerking his shit off to me. Oh- and it doesn't have a clasp you just lift it off" you replied seeing him pathetically try to sneak his fingers under your back to find the clasp before pausing and lifting it over your head, and fall forgotten on the white dusty bathroom tiles, soundlessly, forgotten.
Two large hands found there way to your tummy and pushed you back against the counter, the slight sting of the cold edge hitting the curve of your spine "Get on it". Asshole. Such an asshole but you complied moving to slot your thighs on it, feet leaving the floor.
Having no idea what came upon you as your own hands gently touched his when he went to go rapidly unbutton your pants and he paused staring up at you. "What? Got desperate now?" It felt derogatory, almost like he made a joke out of you which he usually did to everyone.
And didn't remove your hands.
He expected you to lift your hips so he could remove those godforsaken pants while he was still obviously fully clothed, this was horribly inappropriate. What if someone armed comes barging into the safe house and see a fucking sergeant snoring while the lieutenant is fucking the other? But you still lifted your hips slightly so he could take the back of the hem and slide it under your ass- mid thighs then entirely off.
The feeling of large hands all over your sensitive lower body stayed- especially when tiny goosebumps arose around your thighs that didn't go unnoticed by the lieutenant but thank all the gods you could name that he didn't say anything else humiliating.
At least for a minute he didn't not until he begun touching the ends of your black underwear, it was plain, simple, boring even.
"You mind if I keep this?"
What the fuck. Your mouth went agape staring at him like he was insane, at least he had the self proclaimed respect to ask you. Which didn't explain the missing the other plain black pair that went missing when you had to do laundry at the base one day.
You didn't respond, you knew it was a rhetorical question and jaw dropped when he hooked those thick fingers and yanked them off and casually didn't throw them away but put them in the back of his jeans.
"F-fucking insane" You stammered humiliated, embarrassed and heat rising to every single point of your body and then rushing low. A stutter slipped out.
"I'll let you know fast they make me c-" "Oh my god shut the fuck up!" You wanted to yell at his pathetic ass but only managed a rushed whisper-yell, you didn't want the mental image of what he would do with your panties that you would never get a glimpse of again.
He scoffed, unimpressed, and you swore you could make out an eye roll. He used the same hand that was groping you minutes earlier and probably the same hand he used to stroke his cock to lift up the mask over his nose and you truly got a look at him since the dim lights above the bathroom counter to your back illuminated just enough.
He would never outright show his face to you, maybe to Soap occasionally but never you. Definitely off deployment in whatever corner of Manchester he buried himself in but all you got was the slight bottom half, an ugly healed gash running across his jawline and damn those lips were dry.
"Fuck you starin at?" It felt strange to see his lips move now without the mask.
You looked up at him as he leaned forward as if he would kiss you, fuck it seemed just like that, beautiful brown eyes lidded and lips parting almost falling over yours but just at the last second he moved down to your breastbone instead.
"fuck you" sighing defeated as he interestingly openly kissed the area between your two plump breasts, Ghost knew damn well what he did, fucking trolling you.
"Bout to soon" he breathed close to your nipple and kissed the edges like a damn starved man deprived of seeing a woman, completely ignoring the fact your skin wasn't the cleanest due to being outside for so long but he still let out a low groan- something you swore would have sounded like a moan but very quiet. As he licked your skin with his long tongue the feeling of saliva on bare skin was slightly strange.
He didn't put that plump little swollen nipple sticking out for attention in his mouth, your mind was thankful since that would have been horridly embarrassing- "SIMON??"
You gasped touching the back of his dark balaclava as he opened his mouth fitting your nip into his mouth, the sensitive perked up nipple enjoying the attention as your legs slightly clenched together. It wasn't just the attention to such a sensitive part but the almost romantic way his hands gently stayed around your waist, or softly stroking your under boob before drifting lower to trace the the rest of your torso.
"birds like it when they get attention elsewhere to, am I right?" Fuck his stupid raised mask as he shined a toothy smile at you, either he was drunk or high because he would have never smiled otherwise, or at least gave the vibes not to.
Blood rushed to your ears and he could hear the steady, loud and fast thrumming in your ears as your body reacted, spine slightly arching deliciously when one hand on your midsection trail past your upper and lower stomach and surprisingly past your needy middle squished between your two thighs as he instead went to one of your knees and pushed it away roughly making it obvious to either spread yourself like a prostitute or hook it around his hip.
You slightly attempted to fight against the embarrassing spread but he removed his mouth off your perky nipple and looked down at your knee. "Keep 'em spread or I'll fuckin' fold you in half" Your body went still immediately, it was the exact same threat he used in training others but now you knew he meant it sexually, in a way that he would want your delicious juicy thighs spread and he won't fucking hesitate to push them to your chest and have your slit spread and facing him perfectly.
A deep hum of appreciation escaped him as he returned back to your fucking nipple begging for more, slotting himself between your legs so you would be forced to spread and keep your legs wide for his frame and his hand could trail up your knee, thigh then towards your inner thigh tracing the pretty little stretchmarks there.
He got slightly distracted by whatever was happening between your legs and moving away from your torso and fucking kneeling down between your legs.
You would have slammed your thighs shut again if it wasn't for the fact he knew that and kept both hands on your knees.
"You weren't embarrassed wearing those tight ass pants in front of me and bending over huh? No decency in front of your superior so why be all shy now?" he stared at you from your tummy and your face reddened in anger and mortification.
"what's wrong with my pants huh?! And can I not bend over to pick up my things?!" He quickly stood up slamming his open palm against your mouth to muffle the sound of your cute yaps. "if you want to be loud I'll fuck you in front of Johnny yeah?" You stared up at him with huge eyes hoping he was just joking but from his lifted mask his face was blank.
He stared at you for a moment, the taste of the glove was a strong scent of gunpowder. Before he gently moved the hand away and your mouth went agape for the second time when he gently poked your bottom puffy lip with his pinky finger "Cute."
He quickly kneeled down again making sure to get a good look at your wet cunt, moving his shoulders between your legs and then using his hand to curiously poke against the edge of outer lips.
You used your forearms to lean up mildly annoyed but making sure to whisper this time- "what the fuck are you doing? It's not a fucking experiement."
His gaze snapped back up at you, you couldn't tell if he was glaring or just always looked like a pissed off cat.
"Shut the fuck up will ya?" You sighed laying back not not wanting to look at him staring at your fucking vulva and planning to do who knows what.
Eyes softly shutting subconsciously when you realized he had removed both of his gloves and softly tracing a finger around your folds, watching as some pathetic droplets of slick ebb out- your face flushed feeling it slip out with a strange warmth pooling in your belly and suddenly eyes shot wide feeling press a thumb right up against your barely ever-stretched hole and swishing it around before slowly moving the slicked digit up to your peeking cute pearl, not quite rubbing just yet but tracing the roundness of it with those huge brown eyes as if he was conducting some experiment.
"P-please...lieutenant..?" The second part came out quietly, maybe the embarrassment of being folded into something so desperate. Once again calling him lieutenant when you wanted something good from him.
"Shut the fuck up- bloody hell." He replied quietly as if annoyed by your voice and you shot down a glare- "I'm not even talking that muc- OW!" you whisper yelled when he suddenly pinched your tiny clit, not hard, just a bit "That's what I wanna hear."
You laid back down defeated for the who know how many times he'd beaten you to a quiet pulp with just a few well placed verbal blows.
He went back to tracing your clit and suddenly asked a disgusting question: "How many fingers do you use to rub?" You don't remember yourself being some chronic masturbator for the most part, very rarely off deployments but never on, unlike him who was shamelessly doing shit on the couch. "Uh...I don't really do that often, I don't have a preference" you replied back staying quiet noticing the bathroom door suddenly being a bit ajar, old fucking piece of shit on it's last life and you subconciously removed your leg from his shoulder to gently nudge it closed. "So I can do whatever I want?" His voice sent vibrations from where he was resting all pathetically against your tummy. "within reason.." The words sounded surprising even from you.
He moved his head away from your heaving stomach and back down and the muscles in your thighs went still and stiff when he suddenly licked your slit, lip smacking as if savouring the flavour, his own breathing starting to become heavy. You stared at the roof with hooded eyes feeling his tongue curiously poke around your drooling cavern desperate to be stretched out, becoming acutely aware of how painfully empty your insides felt.
His huge hands wrapped around your thighs that were resting against his shoulder and made you panic when he pulled you towards him with more force than necessary and then gently groped the plump flesh as if telling you to lay back down. Your ass hung off the counter now as he moved his hands to grope the fat perky soft flesh like some sort of stress ball still licking around your hole, before finally dipping the nicely shaped tip of his tongue into the gooey mess and you swore it was like more and more kept coming out in response to the attention.
"leakin' like a fucking damn broken faucet" he mumbled against your slick covered folds he attempted to keep apart with the tip of his nose, you didn't respond, you couldn't- not when every single expanse of your sweet cunt was being slurped up by your own lieutenant. He didn't even give a shit about the soft hairs that grew on top during deployment and he was going to say it would add more flavour if you didn't attempt to clench your thighs hard around him. Probably didn't make a difference but he shut up.
You felt him sneak a hand between your legs and you didn't mind it until he slowly inserted his middle finger- the longest one out of all of his fingers and curved it just right pressing on the sponge inside- he moved away in response which scared you for a moment especially seeing the mess on the bottom portion of his face but only looked up at you "You a virgin?".
Fuck. If it was possible you would have looked like a damn juicy red apple with how red and warm you felt.
"fuck you mean sort of? yes or no?"
Would it count as a yes if you used a nice dildo to replace the empty feeling inside? The empty feeling that never got replaced by a real cock- with veins and all that due to your cursed job. But you weren't going to admit that.
That same middle finger pulled itself out as his gaze drifted down at the filthy clear mess of liquid sticking on his finger, some droplets oozing down the length to his knuckle.
"why are you asking?" You decided to finally speak out. Deciding to evade his question for now.
"Felt tight, nothin' else. Not to complain' doll." That same rush of warmth came on you when you heard him call you a doll.
"Just do your fucking job" It came out a bit too aggressive, like you were some desperate whore but you swore he could have softly smiled before returning back to home.
Back to being slotted between your fat plump lips and moving his finger back inside not without sneaking in a second pointer finger, moving them slightly roughly but just with enough expertise to make it pleasurable and distract you from the filthy sloshing sound of the copious amounts of slick ebbing out and being swished around by his fat fucking fingers.
He moved up and entirely wrapped his lips around your pulsing neglected clit and sucked making you moan out his name, which made him pause for a few moments, clit still in mouth like a dumbass but went back to sucking hard. It's clear he wanted this part to be fully pleasurable, sucking the nub and using the tip of his tongue to then flatten it out before nudging it left and right.
You reached your hand down and attempted to pull him off- this was getting mortifying, have your own superior lick whatever is between your legs- but he quickly snatched your hand away and placed it firmly against your soft tummy.
You couldn't even tell that tears were starting to brim at your eyes, beading against your lower lashes, partial embarrassment and the even worse, bigger, heavier feeling pooling up right above your slit, and his fingers pounding you was not helping. It felt like a large full balloon waiting to be popped.
You quickly bit on your own free hand while the one he kept firmly grounded to your tummy begun to claw at the skin there, groaning into your hand, back arching as white overcame your vision- god knows how long it took for the tremors to go down but when you did you peeked down and-
You hastily closed your legs pushing him away and sitting up on the bathroom counter in mortification, the urge to just fucking disappear seeing what was lifted off his mask being drenched in clear liquid, his clothes and vest that he hadn't removed for the night drenched. You squirted on your own lieutenant.
He didn't seem that phase wiping off the bigger droplets from his face and pulling the mask down as if he probably didn't reek of your arousal.
"I-I'm sorry..." it was weak, said way too fast but once again, he looked like he didn't care and pulled you off the counter by your bicep like some cheap slut and turned you around, pushing you down on the counter as you looked at your own filth in the cracked mirror, skin flushed from where your blood went the most, strands of hair either stuck to your skin or stuck out of your hair.
You watched your own body twitch harshly feeling the rough bulge of his jeans between your plump cheeks as he reached down towards your hair tied back and had the audacity to untie it and fluffing it up a bit with his hands like he had the right- the sheer attitute to touch every single part of your body- "You look beautiful with your hair down" Oh..maybe this wasn't so bad especially with the way he soft fluffed out the waves and textures that came from the sheer humidity that was radiated all from some pussy eating,
That thought was shut down fast when he curled the fingers into your hair with a rougher grip clearly having no care to ask you if it was okay, Ghost always did whatever he wanted, this was no difference.
Your gaze drifted back to him in the mirror and then do the cracked wooden door to his right, that piece of shit opened again. It was risky since any sound leaks could wake up Soap. He noticed where your gaze was- slightly pissed it wasn't on him and slammed the door shut.
"Happy?" He grumbled moving his hands down to your ass cheeks and embarrassingly spreading them wide. Taking a note at your winky pucker hole for another time.
"Okay. Whore." You were so drunk off that squirting session that a part of you wanted to burst into laughter at his dry words. Straight to the point, he didn't give a fuck.
You leaned breasts down on the counter looking at him in the mirror, but his eyes were only on what was happening between your legs as you heard him unzip his pants, still entirely clothed by the way except for that leaky dick. And you couldn't even get a peak at his cock due to the position and deciding to risk whatever shreds you had of dignity "Did they take away your foreskin lieutenant?" He paused his pussy inspection and looked at you through the mirror "Next time you're getting my fingers down your throat." Next time? You took note of that.
You shook your hips towards his just wanting to get that dicking down and he pinched your asscheek, he would have slapped it if it wasn't for compromising you both. "Fuckin' slag, calm down. You'll get it". You didn't even care for the derogatory terms he's been saving up exactly for you, not when you felt his tip sneak between your legs to swipe at your slit and you took the chance to lift yourself onto your forearms and glance down at his slightly darker cock, the tip leaking pretty pearl coloured cum that slowly leaked out then fell and splatted onto your thighs.
It was ironic considering he called you a leaky faucet, watching the drop fall onto your thigh before down onto the floor. Health hazard, for any poor team that would use this safehouse, not to mention the filthy droplets of your squirting organism sticking onto the soles of your feet while once again- he was fully clothed still wearing his boots.
Your gaze snapped up and laid back down on the counter and quietly hummed in response before he grabbed his own thick fat veiny cock and suddenly begun pushing it inside- your wet oozing fleshy rim slightly reddened in response as he watched it stretch wide. A light hiss came from him as you kept quiet ignoring the sting where you know if he reached deep enough you would end up with cervix bruising and cramping to add to it.
He grabbed your waist, tracing the curve of it and the singular thrum of your beating heart before taking a deep breathe in like he was the one struggling and suddenly pushed his hips in. Fully in. So fucking deep that every single space worth being filled was now filled with him.
For some reason, that movement of his hips you found so attractive, so...him? That a fresh burst of juice, delicious lubrication slipped out and your stomach muscles twitched feeling his fat balls press against you from behind, your juicy dripping out around him and for sure coating whatever was going on down there. Hopefully his jeans too, as a nice "Fuck you lieutenant".
He didn't make much sound, his eyes lidded, or he was looking down, some deep groans. But he was very very quiet. There was some telltale signs he felt nice, a firm unyielding grip against your torso and you swore you could feel his own cock twitch and suddenly you gasped feeling him shoot fucking precum inside of you, making your head snap around.
"I can't fuckin' control it" He grumbled tangling his fingers in your hair again and shoving your face the other way again so you could see everything fall out in the mirror. Your own sweaty face, breasts pressed against the counter that felt cold originally. A feeling long forgotten.
He slowly begun thrusting, that godforsaken door slowly opened again while you two were on something and you saw how he shut it closed. Before resuming with his slow thrusts, dick so big that you could physically feel your slick gummy walls close back up whenever he pulled out before he pushed back in, a loud slippery sound churning in your insides that you swore he breathed out a laugh. He was so fucking big that a full on pounding was hard at first despite the slick
His balls swung back and forth, he was always armed with this damn trio of weapons that were destroying your sensiitve insides that haven't even got their usual dose of silicone cock in some months.
He let you grip onto the tatted arm wrapped around your torso to hold you still before slowly increasing his speed, you swore your pussy was just pathetically leaking non-stop at this point, so much that the clear slightly viscious liquid now became more wattery and just kept slipping out around him.
"Fucking whore, didn't know you were this leaky underneath everything, slutty pussy gonna squirt again hm?"
You hummed lazily in response as he kept the strong hold against your hair and suddenly pulled you up so your upper body was arched against his as he begun pounding you harder, the other arm going underneath your armpit to wrap around your neck, not even for any kinky choking but just to hold on. So you wouldn't fall forward all cockdrunk.
Your hair fell forward, even more of a mess, but quite a pretty thing that he would remember to jerk off over again. You could hear his attempted quiet laboured breathing, hands getting clammy around you. It wasn't the voices that were loud but the loud slapping of his balls against your thighs and his cock pistoning inside your slutty velvet walls.
Suddenly you felt the same bursting heavy feeling in your tummy that you swore his tip was pounding. No- no..not again. You weren't gonna squirt on him again- right?
But when your knees buckled slightly, pathetically, thighs covered with slick and precum, the only thing holding you up was him. Another burst of fluid squirted out, a thick clear stream that even forced him out. with a swear he watched you squirt on his thick cock, fluid being sprung towards his jeans and shoes and balls being coated in whatever came out of you.
He quickly fisted his cock, enjoying the rare semblance of natural lubricant and not some shitty soap (pun not intended) while showering. He let out a deep guttural groan watching himself cum, bright white and heavy glob out onto your ass cheeks, thick, viscous, yet also creamy and watery enough for some to just slide down, already joining the mess on the floor.
"Stupid whore. Every woman like you is bound to be dicked down in the army eventually yeah?" He stroked your messed up hair with a twisted sense of love as you glared at him too exhausted to even snap something bitchy back.
"What I thought". While you were attempting to get up he quickly pulled out his shitty phone he refused to throw away, before quickly snapping a picture of your cum ruined ass cheeks and arch of your back.
The both of you sighed heavily, breathing laboured and quickened trying to catch onto any oxygen in the musky bathroom, Ghost in particular looked at the door opened ajar again but this time noticed a blue eye quickly move away.
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