Ghost finds reader’s bitch button 🥵🥰 absolutely rails them dumb
Ah yes- another excellent prompt.
Punishment
– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
— Your Lieutenant reprimands you with unorthodox methods.
Warnings: Semi-rough sex. Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.
Your heel tapped rhythmically against the floor, attempting to keep yourself calm amidst the chaos that was about to ensue. Your arms were crossed over your chest, staring at the blank wall of Lieutenant Riley's office, waiting with torturous anticipation for him to arrive.
You'd been reprimanded before; it wasn't the threat of punishment that had your hands trembling, or your throat dry, it was Ghost. His refusal to see the truth to the circumstances- you were right, he was wrong. He'd never admit it, never kneel to anyone beneath him, but you were just as hard-headed. You were prepared to fight tooth and nail for what was right.
He'd left after ordering you to his office, likely meeting with Price to discuss reasonable punishment for your offence. Your jaw clenched at the thought of the two men discussing the issue at hand, without your input. No doubt, Ghost would misconstrue the truth, and hide his own mistakes behind the guise of giving you the benefit of the doubt.
The door opened; at any other time, you would've turned to meet his gaze, offer an inviting smile, but not now.
"Sergeant," Ghost's voice boomed around the corners of the office, hitting your ears like a goddamned wall. "Fucked up, this time."
He moved around you, heavy boots thudding on the ground as he took a seat in the chair across from you.
"All due respect, Lieutenant, I'm not sure you're seeing the big picture."
His eyes were dull, narrowed as you expressed defiance. You could practically outline the scowl beneath the mask when the words left your mouth.
"That so?" He hummed, nodding. "Maybe you ain't seein' the big picture," He said. He slammed his fist against the desk, which ordinarily would've spiked your blood pressure, but you'd been on edge for far too long already. "Outright insubordination," He paused, "And actin' like a fuckin' git."
You inhaled deeply, your nostrils flaring as you tried to contain your temper. Your usual tells of frustration were worse than they'd ever been; your eye twitching, lips pursed, fingers digging into your skin, your temperature rising by the second.
"That's what you think," You said, leaning forward. "Your ass would've been on the block if I hadn't stepped in."
"That's what I know- don't care about anything else."
"You aren't-"
"Shut the fuck up, Sergeant," He growled. "'M gettin' tired of babysittin' you. You need to get your shite in order."
You set your jaw again, your eyes honing in on his with a venomous glare. He must've noticed your glare, the tell-tale signs of a short fuse about to blow.
"That piss you off?" He asked, leaning both elbows on the desk.
"To be candid, Lieutenant, you are pissing me off."
"Good. I have half a mind to do your fuckin' head in."
You could hardly stand it now- the pure rage enveloping every nerve. You were burning hot, his words covering your entire body with sizzling anger. You grimaced, standing to your feet. You towered over his seated form, and his eyes followed you with frustrating nonchalance as you rose above him.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Should've left you, you ungrateful prick," You spat. "Am I dismissed, or are you not done getting off yet?"
He was quiet, almost calm- it worried you more than you'd let on. When he lost his temper, the shouting and swearing was tolerable, understandable. It was the silence that sent a wave of nausea over you, made your heart fall to your gut.
"You finished?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
You fixed your posture, standing up straight as he eyed you down.
You nodded, curt and sharp.
"Sit down."
Your tongue ran over your teeth, a mechanism you developed to hide whatever expression was threatening to ruin your cover; in this case, a flustered frown.
"Y'saved my arse, but you went against a direct order. Can't have that, not in this line o' work."
You nodded again, staying silent as your arms guarded your chest.
His tone had turned soft, almost understanding, empathetic. The contrast threw you off- you wanted to run, escape the small room before you fell victim to the unfamiliar, muted cadence in his voice.
"I understand," You spoke up, levelling your eyes with his. You wanted to be resolute, not give into the vulnerability between you.
"Not sure you do. Not yet, at least."
You tried not to appear intrigued, interested in his train of thought. Your brow quirked up, seemingly on its own.
"Don't think a standard punishment is fittin' for you."
You were concerned now, and it was branching out to every limb; heavy and suffocating, strangling your previous agreement to remain stoic.
"What's that mean?" You asked, trying to conceal the tremble in your voice.
"Means- I think you're actin' out, feelin' frustrated, pent-up." His expression remained unchanged, watching you closely. "Think you want my attention, Sergeant. All my attention."
You felt your jaw fall slack, unsure whether he was truly suggesting what you were interpreting. Your stomach lurched at the thought of your Lieutenant showing you attention. You'd seen the defined muscles of his arms, no doubt you'd thought about how big he was, how his hands felt on your waist when he corrected your form; but you'd never imagined it would come to fruition.
"What are you suggesting, Sir?" You asked, desperately hoping your tone sounded offended rather than interested.
"Think you'd benefit from some discipline. Not a thought in that fuckin' head. Doin' just as I ask, just as y'should."
You breathed deeply, nearly choking on the saliva pooling in your mouth. The heat had drained from your outer body, targeting the susceptible organ between your thighs instead. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together, desperately aching to sate your suffering.
"I don't know what you're asking of me." A lie- one told brazenly, in front of your superior, who could see right through the innocent facade.
"You do." He leaned closer. "Don't be daft."
Your brows furrowed, "I'm not."
"You choose. Can have you on guard duty for the next month instead."
"What would you have me do?" You asked, your eyes falling to the desk in front of you.
Your chest was rising and falling quickly, given away by your forearms that lifted and fell with every breath. You were sure your eyes were watery with arousal, desire seeping through the cracks in your composure. You were quickly falling apart under his gaze, with the temptation of his offer.
"Get on your knees."
Your head shot up to his gaze, your lips parting in shock.
"I'm- I-," You stuttered, caught between the desire to comply, to obey, and the stubbornness rooted inside you.
"On your knees," He said again. "Right here." He nodded to the floor in front of him.
You thought you were too dignified to kneel before him; it was supposed to be the opposite- but a small part of you wanted it; letting go, relinquishing control for just a fraction of time.
Regardless of the anger festering in your gut, the offer was damn near irresistible. It sent shivers up your spine, a flush of heat to your groin- and the grudge you'd been building became a distant memory. You were at a crossroads, not entirely sold on the idea for many reasons, but in the moment, you wanted to please him, do whatever he asked of you in hopes he might return the favour.
You swallowed the lump of integrity trying to claw it's way up your throat, standing to your feet once more. You'd already made it around the desk, standing before him as he glanced up at you expectantly.
Your fingers trembled with hesitation, knees buckling under the weighted pressure of his order. Finally, you caved. In spite of all your adamant attempts to show your strength, your resilience, you knelt before your Lieutenant.
He leaned back further in his chair, eyeing you down.
"Think you like pissin' me off," He announced. "Hopin' I'd catch on and treat you the way y'really want."
"Sir, I-"
"Good start," He interrupted. "Keep it up and I might just reward you, Sergeant."
Your nostrils flared, desperately trying to inhale enough oxygen to fight the lightheadedness.
"Tell me what you want," You uttered.
Your confidence had been shattered; you'd been reduced to a submissive vessel to be ordered around. It made you sick- but really, you were shaking with excitement.
"I want you," He leaned in closer. "To put that smart mouth t'good use."
You were dumbfounded, unsure whether it was a test, another scenario he was running, an experiment. But as he leaned back again, shifting his thighs to accommodate you, you knew that wasn't the case.
You gulped, your hands apprehensively reaching for his belt, your eyes locked on his the entire time. You studied him for any sudden movements, treating him like a stray dog that could bite at any second. It wouldn't be unlike him, to bait you into feeling comfortable, then latch onto the most vulnerable parts of you with a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.
He liked you on your knees, vulnerable and pliable. He didn't often see the side of you that listened, that let him have control. You fought him on every damn detail, found something to argue over. Here, he had control. You'd agreed to let him have it, of course, but it was a glimpse into the part of you he knew only he could ever have.
You undid his belt, zipper and button opening after that. You should've known better than to expect anything less than the large imprint against his briefs, a wet spot forming above the head of his cock.
He'd been thinking about you for years. At first, it was nothing more than an appreciation for your attractive appearance. Simply put, he could see past your beauty and behave in a normal manner around you. It became more difficult when he grew to know you, your stubborn attitude, brazen defiance in the face of bullshit.
He appreciated a soldier with good sense, especially one that wasn't too much of a boot-licker to speak up. He didn't appreciate the obvious insubordination, but you'd been good at falling in line before that. He could see your confidence, your ability to hold your own.
After the tipping point, he couldn't fight the fantasies in his head. He'd wonder what exactly you looked like under the Kevlar vest and layers of mud and grime. He'd wonder if you thought about him, too. Specifically, when you touched yourself, if you'd ever imagined him when you climaxed.
It drove him mad, not knowing what was going on inside your head. His suggestion came after a few instances of insubordination that created tension between the two of you. He may not have known what you were thinking, but he could see your tense disposition. The way you stared at him, your thighs clenching together when he'd call you out.
You liked being reprimanded by him. His station excited you, he excited you- and he knew it well. He would never abuse his position; he'd offered you an out, and you decided against it. With his suspicions confirmed, there was nothing stopping him from simultaneously putting you in your place and enjoying the fruition of his fantasies.
Your eyes glanced up at him quickly, a look that was laced with hesitation. He enjoyed making you squirm, work for his approval. So, he stayed silent, waiting for you to finally obey him.
You did, to his utmost satisfaction, and peeled his briefs down off his carved hips to expose his cock. He hummed quietly with gratification, watching your eyes widen at his size. He knew he was well endowed, and could hardly contain himself at the thought of you struggling to breath with his cock down your throat.
You licked your lips, an inadvertent response to the sight before you. Your eyes lifted to his, and he reached his hand out, letting it rest on your cheek with an uncharacteristically delicate touch. He guided you forward, until you were perched above his lap, your hands on his knees, waiting with your stomach churning and heart pounding.
Then, he moved his hand to grip your hair, tugging you closer to his cock, until your lips pressed against the slick head. You opened your mouth, letting his cock slide inside.
He groaned. Letting his head fall back as you took his cock deeper, hitting the back of your throat. Your body lurched with a gag, leaving him breathless when your throat closed around him.
"That's it," He grunted. "Choke on it, just like that."
Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, saliva dripping from the corner of your lip. His eyes were glued to you, watching your eyes shut as you forced yourself to take him as deep as possible.
"Look at me," He ordered. "Let me see those pretty eyes."
Your eyes fluttered open, watery from lack of oxygen and the stimulation of your gag reflex. You kept your eyes on his as you suctioned your lips over his cock, your tongue flattening in your mouth as he slid in and out with the movements of your head.
He leaned forward, his hands wrapping around your jaw and the crown of your head as he forced you up and down on his cock. He grunted hoarsely, harsh breaths leaving his lips as he listened to the sounds of your mouth. He tapped your cheek gently with his hand, making you flinch softly.
"'At's a girl," He muttered. "You keep goin' 'til I say so."
You hummed against him, a whimper of pure arousal. You'd already felt your panties become wet, an accumulation of desire that was seeping from you the more he made orders.
"Y'look fuckin' good on your knees, sweetheart, with my cock in your mouth." He fought to speak between deep breaths.
You nodded, nearly unnoticeable, but continued moving your lips up and down his cock, your tongue massaging the places you could reach. You could feel every vein, every ridge on his cock with your tongue. The saliva in your mouth made it difficult to keep quiet, vulgar noises echoing around the small room.
You were a mess, saliva dripping down your chin, tears rolling over your cheeks. You sniffled softly, gasping for air through your nose.
He lifted your head with your hair, yanking you up. You gasped, sucking in a deep breath.
"Take off your shirt."
You pursed your lips, your brows furrowing as you sheepishly tugged your shirt over your head. His eyes followed, watching you toss it aside, moving his gaze to your breasts still hidden behind your bra.
"Bend over my desk."
You gulped- waiting for a moment, until he stood to his feet. Then, you rushed to do as he asked, letting your pelvis hit the desk.
He stood up behind you, pressing his cock into your ass. His fingers reached beneath you, undoing your pants before he yanked them down your thighs. He kicked your foot, making you stumble and spread your legs.
His hand landed on your ass, calloused palms massaging roughly.
"Been on my nerves, Sergeant," He uttered from behind you.
His hand left a harsh slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from your swollen lips.
"Please, Lieutenant," You whispered.
You were trembling with desire, your legs hardly strong enough to continue to hold you up. You collapsed against the desk, your cheek pressed to the cool metal.
"What's that?" He asked, leaning over you.
"Please- just-"
In the midst of your sentence, his fingers trailed down your ass, before sliding inside you. It cut you off with a guttural moan, your back arching into him.
You could hear the sounds of your desperation, your pussy squelching around his fingers as he hooked them inside you.
"I was right," He said, pride lacing his tone. "You like bein' punished, don't you, sweetheart?"
You whimpered, your ass moving side to side against his groin. His other hand came down on your ass, another slap that made you flinch.
"Yes," You nodded, pushing yourself into his touch.
"This cunt's drippin'," He chided. "Couldn't deny it if you tried."
You held back a sob- overstimulated, desperate, wanting.
"Put your hands on your back."
You did as he asked, completely overcome with desire to fight against his orders anymore. Embarrassment didn't cross your mind, you were beyond aroused, reduced to pleading for him with your whimpers and whines.
"Y'listen well with my fingers in you." He asked. "Finally straighten you out, ain't that right?
You felt the head of his cock replace his fingers, teasing you as he slowly pushed inside.
"Yes please," You whispered. "Yes- yes."
He hummed with satisfaction, before burying himself completely inside you. His hand grabbed a hold of your wrists, pinning you to the desk as his cock grazed your cervix.
You were rendered speechless, your mouth open with a gasp.
He groaned, "This cunt is tight, sweetheart. Might need to stretch you out."
You shut your eyes as he rolled his hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a force that drove you against the desk.
Your moans were high-pitched, clenching your stomach as you were rammed against the desk. Your arms ached as he held them behind your back, holding you down.
His skin slapped against yours, and he watched your ass bounce on his pelvis. His eyes were glued to the dip of your waist, watching you writhe beneath him as he thrusted into you.
His free hand slid between your thighs, and he hunched over you to massage your clit with his fingers. Your body went rigid, tense with pleasure and overstimulation. It was too much and not enough at the same time, fighting your own body to let you climax.
Despite the uncomfortable table, you could relax in his hold. You trusted him to take care of you. He was rough, seemed uncaring- but you knew better. You'd seen the way he looked at you, the way his eyes lingered. It was undeniable, the chemistry, the sexual tension you could practically taste. He'd always had your back.
His hips rolled against you, hitting your ass with a force that shoved you against the desk. Over and over, he dove deep inside you, lost in his own pleasure until you let out a grunt.
"Ghost-" You choked out.
Saliva dripped onto the table in front of you, your cheek sliding back and forth through the tears that had accumulated.
"Sweetheart," He cooed, another attempt at luring you into a false sense of security. "You close?"
You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence beneath him. His cock dragging through your walls, his fingers still rubbing slow circles over your clit.
Your pussy fluttered, your eyes shutting and jaw clenching as your orgasm began.
Then, Ghost stopped.
You whined in protest, letting out a huff of anger and exhaustion.
He leaned over you, his lips by your ear.
"You ask to cum," He ordered. "Or you too fuckin' dumb already?"
You shook your head; compliance was the only sure way to get what you wanted- even under the haze of complete submission and arousal, you could understand the game he was playing.
He moved his hips again, his fingers returning between your thighs. You were a bit more sensitive now, having been deprived of your climax, your body twisted against him, itching for relief.
You could only pant against the desk, his chest pressed to your back, still holding your hands so far up your back your shoulders ached. You could hear his heavy breathing in your ear, the mutters of praise leaving his lips.
Every sniffle, every whimper, he chewed up and devoured- he was beyond satisfied, watching you crumble underneath him. After this, he knew he'd have you on a leash, obeying every order, every command, if only for a little while. He'd have no qualms about repeating your punishment.
"Ghost," You blurted out. "Can I cum?" You squeezed your eyes shut.
He waited a few moments before answering, leaving you teetering in the balance, forcing you to concentrate.
"Go on," He said.
You let out a long exhale, pleasure drowning out every other thought aside from his cock moving in and out of you, his heavy hand on your pussy. Your entire body was rigid, frozen beneath him while your orgasm overtook you.
"That's it," He drawled.
His thrusts were slower now that your pussy was clamped down around him, though once you'd recovered, he sped up his pace again.
Your squeals and pleas fell on deaf ears, and he rutted into you until he released himself over your ass.
You exhaled as he back away, running a rag of some sort over you to clean you up.
"Expect you'll be fuckin' tip-top next week," He said, zipping up his pants before sitting back down.
"Yes Sir," You nodded coyly.
"Not t'say I won't be seein' you before then."
His eyes stared you down, watched you closely as you tugged your shirt back over your head.
"I'll be sure to keep an eye out," You said.
He nodded; an understanding.
You slid your pants back up your thighs, giving one last look over your shoulder before slipping out through his office door.