Good Boy | Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley x Top Male Reader | Smut
Fem/Minors DNI
Warnings; Descriptions of wounds, medical descriptions, blood (non sexual), anal fingering, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, smut is short bc i got impatient, probably masochism
A/N; This was inspired by a post i saw but i forgot the link so good luck 🙏 enjoy because im just glad this is FINISHED bc i was stuck man
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Y/N was in the middle of scrubbing his hands clean in preparation for whichever unlucky soul was to walk through the door of the medical unit next. He had a pit in his stomach from a messy and unfavourable amputation, but he swallowed it down, splashing his face with cold water before drying his hands.
The door fumbled open and two familiar faces stepped in, one with a limp and a makeshift tourniquet while the other supported him.
“Soap, Ghost. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Y/N teased, walking over to them and eyeing them up, specifically Ghost and the blood-soaked pant leg on his right thigh.
“L.T. got in a spot of trouble and ended up with this monster. We did what we could but figured you’d appreciate the visit,” Soap said. Y/N hummed and outstretched his arms.
“I’ll take him from here.” Soap hummed and transferred Ghost to his waiting arms, supporting him against his side with a strong arm around his waist and slinging Ghost’s arm over his shoulders. He had nearly melted into Y/N’s warmth.
Since his first encounter with the medic, who usually accompanied them on the field but was set back for this particular mission, he had felt comfortable around him. Strangely so. He would often find himself in Y/N’s lithe fingers, whether it be fishing out a bullet or patching up a few bruises and cuts. He felt a little warmer around him. Y/N would always treat him kindly after patching him up, putting time aside to aid him in cleaning the wound and other things. The gestures always left Ghost feeling giddy, and eager to be pampered by Y/N the next time he was to be injured. It occasionally left Ghost’s subconscious to make him a little less cautious, a subtle urge to be hurt just enough to see the warm, wide smile that Y/N often sported around him.
Y/N was always more than happy to care for Ghost. He was quiet and didn’t cause trouble, stomached through whatever he had to without whining about it. Not only being a favourable patient, but he also was charming and his sense of humour was just as dark as the rest of him, and Y/N couldn’t have found it any more attractive if he tried. Ghost was good company, and Y/N often found himself in his presence when he was able. A subtle fascination in both parts.
“So, how’d you get this?” Y/N asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves and a mask.
“Got caught off guard, bastard dragged me down and dragged his knife down,” Ghost responded, watching Y/N gather various things from his little station.
“Mm, doesn’t sound fun,” he said. He turned around and grabbed a large pair of shears, pulling a rolling tray table with him. “You wanna be up or down?”
“I’d prefer to sit up,” Ghost said. He shifted where he sat as Y/N pulled a stool in front of him and sat down. He pulled Ghost’s legs open and eyed the tourniquet, Ghost’s breath hitching from the action. He felt vulnerable with Y/N hunched over between his legs, albeit for a laceration.
“I’m gonna take this off, then I’ll have to cut open your trousers to get the wound easier,” Y/N explained as he placed the shears between his knees before reaching up to fumble with the knot. He undid it quickly, tugging off the device and tossing it to the side. He grabbed the shears again and pulled at the sticky, blood-soaked fabric that clung to Ghost’s skin. He flinched as the cold metal of the scissors touched his skin, the rather loud sound of the fabric parting filling their little corner as Y/N sliced open the pants and pulled them open. He had to roll up his boxers a bit to see the entirety of the wound.
Finally getting a good look at the laceration, Y/N grimaced slightly. It was very red, dried and wet blood mixing grotesquely. It was about 7 centimetres long and more than 4 centimetres deep, the muscle throbbing painfully.
“Good news, it’s not infected yet,” Y/N said as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a wad of gauze. “Bad news, this is gonna hurt like a bastard.”
Without warning, Y/N dumped the liquid onto the wound, immediately pressing the gauze to it. He always did things swiftly and abruptly when it came to quick and painful actions, and Ghost was one of the poor victims of this borderline assault. Ghost grunted in pain, one hand shooting out and grabbing Y/N’s wrist tightly.
“Sorry, sorry,” he winced, closing the cap to the alcohol.
“Give me a warning next time, you arse,” Ghost growled, gritting his teeth. He loosened his grip on Y/N’s wrist and gave him a warm smile of gratitude. It made Ghost’s heart skip a beat.
Y/N worked quickly on wiping the area tenderly and preparing a syringe of a numbing solution.
“You ready?” he asked, looking into Ghost’s pretty brown eyes.
“I s’pose so,” he grumbled back.
“Do you want something to bite?”
Ghost thought for a moment and shook his head, instead grabbing the edges of the bed and squeezing. Y/N mumbled something under his breath and carefully grabbed a chunk of muscle from Ghost’s thigh and inserted the needle. He grunted at the sting and the warm feeling of the numbing agent seeping under his skin.
“It’ll take a few minutes to start working,” Y/N said, discarding the needle and syringe in a contaminant container. Y/N sat back on his stool in front of Ghost and looked at him. “You know,” he started, scanning Ghost’s vest. He reached for it and began removing it. “For someone so careful on the field, you sure do seem to come to me often.”
Ghost helped him remove his vest and discarded it beside him.
“Why do you think that is, Y/N?” he inquired, tilting his head at Y/N. He gave him a Cheshire grin.
“You want my honest answer?”
“Well, now I'm not sure.” He had a small smirk under his balaclava and mask, but the slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes gave him away.
“I think that you're quite fond of me, lieutenant.”
Ghost stared at him for a moment, biting his lip nervously. “What are you implying?” he finally asked.
“You’ve got a soft spot for me,” Y/N responded. He poked beside the wound with his finger and glanced at Ghost. “Does that hurt?”
“Can’t feel a thing.”
“Good.” He grabbed a needle and thread and began quickly suturing a laceration closed while Ghost watched him.
His fingers were nimble as he worked, and the stitches weren't sloppy. He quickly finished stitching him up and secured the end with a knot.
“There you go, big guy. All stitched up,” he said, patting Ghost’s good thigh. Ghost looked at him longingly, his mind wandering for a moment. “What’s with those puppy eyes?”
He blinked and stopped breathing for a moment. Y/N was in between his legs, his elbows on each of Ghost’s knees with his hands and forearms dangling between his thighs.
“What?” he asked dumbly. Y/N let out a breathy laugh and lifted a hand to motion towards his face.
“You look like a puppy with your big eyes,” he said. Ghost stared at him, a sudden pang in his chest of worry. “It’s cute.”
“Thank you,” Ghost said quickly. He leaned forward and Y/N smiled at him again.
“Do you want help getting to your room?” Ghost definitely didn't need help in walking to his room. He was more than capable of returning by himself. But the thought of Y/N’s arm around him made him feel warm inside. He nodded, and Y/N stood up, quickly discarding his gloves. He grabbed Ghost’s vest in one arm and helped him up with the other. Ghost draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulders, and Y/N grabbed his hand to pull more of his body weight onto him. “Christ, you’re feckin’ heavy.”
“All the more to love,” Ghost blurted, his ears burning at the realisation of what he said. Y/N snickered and held his waist tighter. Ghost held in a grunt and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.
The walk to the Living Barracks was slow and tedious, as Ghost seemed to be making Y/N’s job much harder. Y/N stumbled through the door to Ghost’s room and sighed in exasperation. It was tidy, with minimal decoration and two beds on either wall. The right side had a metal wardrobe pushed against it, slotting between the bed and the wall. The left side had a desk and chair with scattered papers and pens on it.
“Who sleeps with you?” Y/N asked as he walked to the right side, assuming it was his because of the black balaclava on a small side table beside the tidy bed. Y/N sat him down and sighed in relief, walking to the desk and placing Ghost’s vest on it.
“Nobody,” he said, watching as Y/N sat on the bed opposite of him. He hummed and looked back at Ghost.
“Your room is nicer than mine. We have bunk beds, and he’s a loud sleeper. He stole the top bed and tosses and turns, so it squeaks constantly. and He’s messy,” Y/N ranted. He tapped his fingers against the mattress. His eyes wandered the room to familiarise himself with the space. There was a small window in between the beds, a curtain cutting most of the light. “Oh, that’s right.”
Ghost raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Your pants,” he said, standing up to walk to the wardrobe.
“I can dress myself, it’s fine,” Ghost responded, getting off his bed and moving towards it. Y/N huffed as he watched him open the door and rummage through it.
“You wanted help getting here,” Y/N began, walking up behind ghost and placing his hands on his shoulders, “but you seem to be walking fine.”
Ghost faltered in grabbing a pair of sweatpants, his fingers twitching around the fabric as he was caught in his lie.
“You should shower,” Y/N said, stepping away from Ghost and instead sitting on his bed. “You smell like death.” Ghost scoffed and grabbed a black t-shirt, a pair of socks, a bar of soap, and a towel. Y/N grabbed the balaclava from the side table and tossed it to him. He mumbled thanks and walked out the door, pausing before closing it.
“Will you be here when I come back?” he asked.
Y/N chuckled and said, “Sure, big guy.”
The door closed, and he flopped back on the bed, stretching out his limbs before going limp and closing his eyes. Ghost quickly made his way to the showers and turned on the bright lights of the empty room, placing his clothing on a bench. He quickly stripped himself of his dirty clothes and discarded his balaclava and mask, taking his towel and bar of soap with him to a stall and shutting the curtain. He turned the knob and ice-cold water poured out of the shower head.
Flinching at the cold water that hit his skin, Ghost took a shaky breath and dropped his head to let it wet his hair. His wound was still somewhat numb, but the ache was starting to settle in. The water washed away the grime of his mission, and it left Ghost feeling content. He rubbed the soap between his hands to gather some of the foam and began washing his body, a rising heat settling in his stomach rapidly.
“Fuck…” he moaned breathlessly, running a hand down his stomach to stroke his half-hard cock slowly.
Y/N waited patiently for Ghost to return, fumbling with his fingers while scanning the room. He hummed and sat up to take off his scrubs, pulling the top over his head and leaving a tight, long-sleeved turtleneck. He left his pants on, seeing as they were more like sweats rather than uncomfortable shirts.
He flopped back on Ghost’s bed and sighed. He’s gonna use up all the hot water at this rate, Y/N thinks. The door finally opens and Ghost walks in, his eyes clean of the makeup that usually covers them.
“Took you long enough,” Y/N snorts. Ghost huffs and sits down on the foot of his bed. “It’s dark out now, you really do take a while.”
“I don’t usually,” he said, eyeing Y/N as he sat up and moved to lean on the wall with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
“Ah! I just remembered.” Y/N sat up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, reaching into the breast pocket and pulling out a small tube. “Take off your pants.”
“What?” Y/N raised his eyebrows at him.
“I want to put this on the wound. It’ll help numb it a bit and work as an antibiotic,” he said. “Do you not want it or..?”
Suddenly Ghost’s stitches were throbbing painfully. Something to numb it, even slightly, had him immediately perk up.
“No, no I want it,” he grumbled, sitting up and shuffling his sweats down his thighs, pulling them to be just above his knees. “That good enough?”
“Yup.”
Y/N crouched between Ghost’s legs again, rolling his boxers up his thigh. Ghost felt himself twitch at the feeling of Y/N’s cold hands on his skin, leaving a warm burning sensation in their wake.
He opened the cap and poured a generous amount of the ointment onto his pointer and index finger, closing it and setting it beside Ghost before tenderly smearing it onto the wound. Ghost watched him nervously, silently praying that the other man wouldn’t be able to hear his heart pounding in his chest, or in his-
“You okay?” Y/N asked, snapping Ghost out of his head.
“Yeah,” he said. His thighs were trembling slightly, and Y/N gazed up at him with a twinge of suspicion.
“Are you sure?” he prodded, splaying his hands flat on either of Ghost’s thighs while looking up at him. Ghost nearly gasped at the contact. It wasn’t much, but to him, it felt like the most intimate moment in his life.
“I-” Ghost sputtered. Y/N’s expression shifted to that of curiosity. “Yeah,” he croaked.
Y/N hummed and rubbed Ghost’s thighs with his thumbs before letting one hand reach up to hold Ghost’s chin.
“Okay then,” He pulled away from Ghost entirely and stood up, “I’ll be leaving then. It’s about time for dinner,” he said, walking towards the door.
Ghost reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s forearms, the latter turning to look at him with faux disinterest.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what?” Y/N mocked, facing Ghost again and grinning down at him like a wolf.
“Fuck, don’t leave me like this, you bastard,” he rasped.
Y/N smiled and placed himself between Ghost’s legs again, setting his hands on his thighs. He reached up to push Ghost’s balaclava up to his nose and leaned in, their lips brushing together and breaths mixing.
“Tell me to kiss you,” Y/N said, resting his fingertips on Ghost’s jaw. His breath hitched and he brought his hand up to hold the back of Y/N’s neck.
“Kiss me.” Y/N quickly pressed his lips against Ghost’s, humming with contentment as his eyes fluttered shut. He tilted his head slightly and guided Ghost to lay on his back, pinning him against the bed with his body.
Y/N pulled Ghost’s pants down completely and tossed them to the side before rubbing his inner thigh, just beside his wound. He moved his hand to palm at Ghost’s cock through his boxers before sliding it under the fabric. He touched him lightly, just grazing his fingertips over his length.
Ghost grunted and bit Y/N’s lip, pulling at it with his teeth and licking it after. He winced and let his mouth hang open, Ghost taking the opportunity to let his tongue slide into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Y/N mumbled, closing his hand around Ghost’s cock. He began stroking him slowly, rubbing the tip and collecting the precum that gathered there, spreading it down his shaft.
Rutting up into Y/N’s hand, Ghost moved his hands to grab at his shirt, pulling him against himself even more, a silent plea to be closer. Y/N obliged by removing himself from Ghost’s lips, instead planting kisses on his neck and letting his other hand run down to join his other around Ghost’s cock.
Ghost moaned as Y/N locked his fingers around his dick and started fist-fucking him, a burning sensation spreading from the head of his cock to the pit of his stomach. He bared his neck for Y/N, the latter digging his teeth into the pale flesh. Red teeth marks paired with deep maroon hickeys quickly littered his skin.
His breath hung heavy as he approached orgasm, rolling his hips up into Y/N’s tight grip. He dug his fingers into Y/N’s hair and pulled, holding his breath when he came, thick white strips spilling from the head of his cock and covering his stomach. Some of it reached as high as his chest from how hard he came.
“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. Y/N continued to work his hands up and down his erection despite the overstimulation. “Wait a minute, please.”
Y/N hummed and kissed his cheek, slowly stopping and removing his hands from Ghost’s flushed cock. His chest heaved as he attempted to regain his breath while Y/N ran his hands up and down his torso, spreading his cum on his skin.
He pulled away from Ghost and hoisted his lower half onto his lap, taking in the sight of his stretched hole. He took his cum covered fingers and pressed them against Ghost’s entrance, slowly pushing them inside. The slight burn of the mostly dry stretch left him breathless, clenching around him and moaning. Y/N gazed at Ghost’s ass, utterly enthralled with the way he squeezed him.
“Fuck, do you even know how sexy you are?” Y/N asked. The blush under Ghost’s mask told a thousand stories, and he almost wanted Y/N to see it. To see how his words affected him. How he affected him just by being HIM.
“Stop,” he muttered. Y/N curled his fingers in response, brushing his prostate. “Ah, shit, right there,” he moaned.
Y/N smiled at him and pressed against the soft spot inside of him, pushing Ghost closer to the edge once more. He leaned down to kiss him again, softly and slowly. Ghost grabbed at Y/N’s shoulder as he neared orgasm again, pulling him into a tight hug.
Tears welled in his brown eyes, the heat in his groyne spreading rapidly through his core again.
“Shit, oh, fuck,” he gasped, his little breathy moans being swallowed up by Y/N’s mouth and tongue. “Fuck!” He was crying now, hot tears spilling from his eyes. He threw his head back and slapped a hand over his mouth, Y/N taking the invitation to suck more hickeys onto his skin. His other hand moved to stroke his dick again, pulling at it languidly. It was wet and hot, practically burning in his hand.
“You gonna cum?” Y/N asked. Ghost nodded, digging his fingers into his cheeks. “Good boy…”
That alone was enough to send him over the edge. Ghost curled into himself and shook as he came again, a cry ripping from his throat. Y/N continued his motions, slowly jerking him off and thrusting his fingers in and out while kissing his neck.
“Such a good boy,” he praised. His breath tickled. Ghost’s chest heaved rapidly as he came back down to earth, legs shaking. Y/N sat up and removed his hands from Ghost’s body, admiring him from where he sat. His eyes wandered to his stitches, and he winced at the sight of the angry red wound. “You nearly burst your stitches.”
