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Ghost fucking hated you, to put it bluntly. He usually put it bluntly anyways, it was no secret. You two bickered like angry children every time you were let near each-other. But you were coworkers - work came first, of course. Seemed like the lieutenant could only turn off his hatred during an active mission. God forbid he saw you during training or around base. You just so effortlessly pissed Ghost off, and not even he was sure why. But, something.. interesting popped out of your little enemy relationship.
The tension was always there, and it wasn’t only negative emotions. In all honesty, you both felt the sexual tension every single fucking time you were alone. During the midst of an argument the man literally pushed you against the wall and made-out with you. Ghost was a damn good kisser, and you don’t even remember his lecture, or why it was happening in the first place. All you could manage out was a little ‘Okay, Lieutenant’ before awkwardly scrambling away.
That was hot, really fucking hot. A couple more incidents of kissing and touching, then it was taken to the bedroom. Maybe not the best idea either of you have had, because Ghost couldn’t turn his bitterness off for even one night. At least he fucked well. Better than your exes. Besides, it was kind of hot how mean how was. Was that normal to think? Probably not. Fuck it. Your lieutenant hit that spot and you cried out in pleasure, forcing you to stop being in your own head about everything. Even Ghost seemed to notice you thinking.
“you, God help me if you keep moanin’ like a whore. I don’t care if you wanna’ zone out, but you’re bein’ too fuckin’ loud.” The man growled, instead of putting a hand over your mouth he pushed your face into the goddamn pillow. It wasn’t much of a hassle for him though, he already had you on your stomach. Ghost’s still gloved hand kept you pressed down into the pillow, effectively muffling your moans.. and your breathing. Maybe a bit of a bonus to him.
“Now, stay bloody quiet. You can do that, right? You’re not that much of a whore for me, hm?” He growled into your ear, voice laced with amusement. Thrusting deeper into you - like he wasn’t smothering you with a pillow.
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