military man x fem reader nsfw (MDNI)
He was hesitant at first, to take you in his arms right when he got home after his initial deployments. Didn’t feel the need to embrace you with all the dirt still clinging to him, a bath first, that was the proper order of things. He didn’t like the thought of tracking mud into your shared flat like a farm dog who had just finished rolling in the pig pen.
His barrack mates would tease him about it, joke about how his lady trained him well. How unlike him, the moment they were through the front door, pants would drop and heated kisses would be exchanged before steps could be made through the entryway. Wives and girlfriends left mewling like cats in heat and being taken on the hardwood floor no different to one.
He thought it rather crass back then. To lose composure and be reduced to some animalistic need. Sure he missed you dearly but what were six to nine months away from you in the grand scheme of things? He knew he’d always be back in your shared bed by the end of it, the right location for a proper romp.
Oh how silly he was to have been so church boy formalist.
He’s not sure what caused it, one particularly long and grueling mission or each year beating down on him heavier than the last, it didn’t matter either way. All he knew was that this time—before sweet words welcoming him back could even leave your lips—his tongue was in your mouth as he full body crowded you against the wall.
It wasn’t enough.
Belongings were dropped and his grasp was all over you. Roughly pawing to have you straddled on his thigh. Thick muscles bumping against your clit as he lifted you, maneuvering you higher so your faces could be levelled.
Why did he feel almost too big to kiss you? When had he gotten larger, loved harder.
It was close to depravity the way he mouthed against you, wet and hot across your jaw, neck, shoulders. Buried his face in your breasts, lifted your shirt up and fit one in his mouth. Sucked on it till you were sore and tender only to do the same to the other.
He felt when a wet patch started to form underneath you, when your thighs clenched onto his. A reminder of your full weight being held up by him. He made a mental note to bury his face in them next. Suck and sink his teeth in. The thought was savoury, enough to have him push till you were pelvis to pelvis. Rubbed his hardened dick against you till he felt like he could cum from the feeling alone.
Somewhere beyond the animal part of his brain he registers the sounds you made, the not-words trying to form sentences. When he looked up, your eyes looked bigger, doe like in the haze of his hunger. He imagined the way they’d look at him as he busted a load on your face. Cum dripping down to the hardwood floor.
Now whenever he comes home from a mission, the first thing he does is fuck you.
insert character: simon riley, konig, carlos olivera, chris redfield, leon kennedy