MultiFandom Oneshots (Smut)

Late Nights (Ghost x Male Reader)

The base was quiet tonight. It wasn't something you were used to. Normally the sounds of your teammates laughing or faint music echoed through the halls. But tonight, there was nothing. Your bare feet pattered against the ground, the sound echoing quietly in the hallway.

Faint moonlight shone through the window above the kitchen sink, illuminating the dark room. It was comforting to a point. The faint sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling outside filled your ears. You hummed lowly to yourself as you opened the fridge, reaching for a bottle of water.

The counter made a good seat as you pulled yourself up onto it. You always seemed to be up at night. Whether it be from insomnia, night terrors, or you just couldn't sleep, you often found yourself in the kitchen.

A quiet sound pulled you from your thoughts and you glanced down the hallway you'd just come from. The moonlight glinted off the white skull mask covering the man's mask and you could make out that he was wearing a blank tank top with similarly colored sweats.

"Lieutenant," you nodded at him with a tired smile, finally opening your water to take a short sip. You sighed quietly at the feeling of the cold liquid going down your throat.

"Private," he rumbles back. His voice seemed deeper than it normally was and it made you shiver ever so slightly. Just enough for him to notice. You heard him give a deep chuckle before the fridge squeaked open and he grabbed his own water bottle.

Ghost pulled his mask up just enough to sip at his water, leaning against the counter next to you. He was close enough to where you could feel the heat radiating off his bare arms. It was silent between the two of you for a long while. Your water was nearly depleted before you decided to speak.

"Can't sleep, sir?" You ask quietly, attempting to get a conversation going.

You saw him glance at you from the corner of his mask, an almost demeaning look crossing through them as he grunted in response. A quiet breath your nose and you finished off your bottle, throwing it away. When you turned back to face Ghost, you found he was standing right in front of you.

There was a hair length between the two of you. His breath fanned over your face, his mask still pulled up over his nose. You stumbled back slightly at the closeness, a choked sound sticking in your throat when he reached around to your back and pulled you into him.

Ghost was the one to initiate, pressing his lips against yours in a rough and needy kiss.

This was a common thing between the two of you. Sleepless nights often led to him on top of you in one way or another. Ghost often used you as a form of stress relief, and you were happy to give yourself to him.

His lips left yours and moved to your neck. A thumb under your chin forced your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck to him. The bit of stubble he had grazed your neck before his teeth sank in. You bit back a moan and the urge to thrust your hips into him, swallowing hard as he licked around the mark.

Lips trailed back up your neck to your jaw before heading for your ear. Ghost's teeth tugged at your earlobe, drawing a quiet whine from you. You heard him chuckle before he drew back, taking a firm hold of your wrist before dragging you down the hall, back to your room.

The door clicked behind you and he all but threw you onto the bed. You bounced a bit, grunting at the initial impact.

"Clothes off."

You were quick to obey, throwing your shirt to the floor. Your dog tags clinked together as they hit your bare chest. Sweats and boxers hit the floor next to your shirt, your half hard dick revealed to the cool air of your room. He had done the same, clothes in a neat pile against your wall.