mdni, nsfw, dead dove do not eat, dubcon, r is drunk, age-gap, r is 19-20.
a pervert ghost.. ugh.
you’d been recruited 3 weeks ago, spending your days minding your business and training.
during training, your lieutenant, ‘ghost’ had watched you occasionally. he’d followed you to your barracks, sneaking into the showers to catch a glimpse of you naked. it was nothing weird, though. he just needed to keep an eye on you.
when you’d get drunk at the recreation facility with a friend, stumbling back to your barracks just for him to find you right outside the door.
“easy, little one. a bit battered, hm?” his hand softly pressed against your hips and stomach to steady your already trembling body. your lips were slick with saliva while you spoke softly, “maybe just a lil’ bit,” you weren’t just a little.
you shook your head incessantly, then nodded again, “lil’ bit.” you would have recognized him by now if your thoughts hadn’t been clouded by the pints you drunk stupidly.
what was he even doing out here? the rational thoughts hadn’t even crossed your mind—you only thought about your pillow. he ran his hand over your back just before stopping at your ass, gripping the soft flesh. “should get back, hm, love?” his voice was deeper now—lower.
the way his thick fingers would rub all over your wet pussy—your knees nearly buckled, all drunk & not knowing what to do. you’d basically melt into his arms, legs trembling as he led you back to his quarters.
he’d tell könig he finally got you to himself, finally free to touch you all over. you’d nod dumbly when he’d thumb your already fat clit through your lace panties, dress ridden up to your hips while he held your tummy.
“already soaked, aren’t you, love?” he said, when his fingers would prod at your tight entrance. “mhm, mhm..” his words fell straight through your ears as you focused on grinding your needy cunt onto his fingers.
“‘s like that, l-like that.” poor thing, barely conscious to know your dirty superior was touching you like this.