Daddy Issues /Ghost x reader/

23.

"I feel like you're doing it on purpose now." Ghost grumbles.

"It was 2 minutes, come on!" Her breath is ragged from running to training after waking up just a couple minutes late.

"It's still late, princess." He smirks under his mask. At this point, she's learnt all of his expressions even under the balaclava. "I did say I don't make baseless threaths, didn't I?" She rolls her eyes. "You better catch up with the others if you don't want your legs shaking for the next few days."

"What if I do?" She raises an eyebrow, instantly regretting saying that when she sees the glance in his eyes, making him look like more of a psycho than anything else. "I'm going already! Don't say anything." She sighs, standing in line with the others. Usually when she's late, he makes her work extra hard, but after yesterday's encounter at her quarters he just doesn't have the heart to be harsher on her than a bad glance. He regretted being such a dick, but if he wasn't, she would still be sleeping in her bed right now. So instead of shouting at her or being mad, he just stares at her throughout the whole training session, taking her body in. First, just her face and neck but then his eyes move lower, still not inappropriate as he looks at her belly. Yeah, it's covered but that sure doesn't make it any less cute.

After the training, some recruits have breaks before going to a bigger mission later that doesn't concern the task force 141. The General comes to get the recruits after like 20 minutes of resting and everyone showering and getting ready to leave. Y/n is just laying on the floor of the training room, staring at the ceiling after drinking about a liter of water.

"Get up." Ghost stands over her after everyone has left.

"I'm free for the next couple of hours so I can actually lay here if I wanted to."

"Oh, you wanna play like that, huh? I'm still your commanding officer, love. Get up." She sighs, clearly a bit frustrated. "What did I tell you about being late, hm?" He grabs her chin, forcing her to look up at him after his soft hum. She looks at him a bit frustrated that only makes him chuckles. "Your face is prettier when you don't wrinkle your nose up like that." He whispers.

"You'll like it regardless.." She smirks at him.

"You're right. I'll like it however you're presented, it doesn't matter if you've got makeup on your face or a special bodily fluid I'll paint over it later."

"What the-" Her eyes widen, her breath hitching as she tries to take a step back.

"Mhm, you're not going anywhere. If I don't keep my promise, you won't take me seriously next time, isn't that right, little girl?" He pulls her back in by holding her jaw, but his hand goes back to gently caressing her chin after.

"Are you actually serious?" She looks up at him. "Really? You're actually going to drag me into a storage closet and..?"

"And what, baby?" He mutters, pressing her against the wall behind her. "Say it.." He leans against her neck, biting her sensitive skin after he pulls up his balaclava just a bit, so his lips can be free. "Say it, y/n." He whispers. Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his body flush against hers, one hand gently holding her throat and the other one gently caressing her waist. "I have good self-control, but when you're here every morning, sweating and moaning, you have to respect that I've been able to hold myself back from ripping your clothes off and fucking you right in front of everyone." She squeals and he chuckles, his voice low. "Do you know how much the recruits would enjoy a show like that? Your pretty little naked body sweating under me.. God, you don't know what you do to me, y/n.." He whispers hoarsely, gently driving his tongue up her neck from her collarbone, all the way to the area behind her ear. She shakes like a leaf and she has no idea if it's the growing dampness in her panties that makes her body tremble or his words..