Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
Soft lips and low whispers woke me, my eyes opening to see none other than Jack sprinkling kisses across my neck. He lay next to me, one of his legs wrapped over me, along with one of his arms. I wrapped my arms around him, giggling quietly.
He sprinkled kisses across my jawline, only to make his way to my ear, and whisper,"Good morning, sweetheart."
My stomach almost did flips at the pet name, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. It amazes me that someone can get me flustered so quickly.
"Morning Jackie..." I trailed off, bringing one of my hands up, and running my fingers through his soft, blond hair.
He continued to press gentle kisses along my jawline, going lower eventually, down to my chest. I giggled as he kissed my neck, being slightly ticklish. I gently gripped his hair, speaking softly.
"What're you doing?" I asked, genuinely curious as to why he was being so cute.
He chuckled just before lifting his face above mine, and I almost melted. His ocean eyes were so stunning that I didn't know what to say. The way his face was lightly flushed, his hair gently tussled, made me gush.
"Waking you up is all," he smiled, before leaning down to kiss me.
I kissed him back, blushing slightly when I felt his hands run down my sides gently. He split my lips with his tongue, groaning into my mouth as I tightened my grip around him. I squeezed my thighs together, damn jack and his cute noises. I pulled back gently, scanning the confused expression on his face.
"Jack, right now..?" I questioned while giggling.
He nodded and dipped his head down, disappearing from my sight.
"I don't see why not..." he mumbled.
As soon as I couldn't see his face, I felt soft nipping on my neck, and his hand trailed down to my thigh, gently gripping the soft skin. I let out a small groan before speaking again, more soft this time.
"What about submitting what you were working on yesterday?" I questioned.
Sure, it'd be nice to have fun with him, but his work was more important than me. To be quite honest, anything was more important than me, and I knew that.
He sighed and brought his face above mine, gazing at me,"I guess I do have to do that, huh? Not like you'd be missing out on anything..." he smirked playfully, pushing his waist down onto mine.
I let out a small yelp and melted into Jack's touch, trying my best to remember that he had work to do, not me.
"Oh I know I'd be missing out on a big something," I suggested, lifting my eyebrows and giggling.
His face flushed red and he rolled over, laying next to me now. Should I not have said what I did?
I was torn from my thoughts as Jack spoke softly, running his fingers through my hair,"Really don't wanna get up. Wanna just..."
He stopped himself, before snuggling closer to me, burying his face in my neck, and wrapping his arms around me,"...stay here and cuddle."
I could feel heat rushing to my face as I blushed. It was nice hearing someone say they wanted my company. And though I wasn't used to it, I loved how it made me feel. Like I was wanted. I chuckled as he gently pressed kisses against my neck, making cute kissy noises.
"Jack," I giggled,"you need to get up, I'm sure the Strike Commander has important things to do today..." I teased him, smiling.
He sighed and sat up, his face flushed pink,"Yeah..."
His expression seemed to fade as he sat up and thought about what he had to do today. Should I not have spoke about it?
Trying to lighten the mood, I spoke softly,"Plus, if we were to...do anything, I'm pretty sure I'd wake the whole base,"
My face flushed pink as I giggled quietly. He turned his head toward me, laughing. To see the Strike Commander smile and laugh was rare, and it made my heart melt. The way his canines gently prodded out of the corners of his mouth as he laughed, the way his cheeks would light up when he smiled. He's so damn cute.
He crawled over me, giving me a quick kiss before getting out of bed. He made his way over to the bathroom, stretching. He raised his arms above his head, his chest now visible through his thin shirt. How was one person this hot?
Without thinking, I spoke,"It's illegal to be that hot," I laughed.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced over at me, his face flushing pink. He chuckled at what I'd said, and grabbed the bathroom door handle.
"...I'll make my shower quick. There's breakfast bars and stuff in the mini fridge, you weirdo..." he chuckled.
I nodded as he shut the door, leaving me isolated to the rest of his room. I glanced around before slowly getting out of the bed, quietly opening the mini fridge. Jack had assorted rows of expensive alcohol lined down the door, as well as energy drinks and breakfast bars. I snagged a breakfast bar and an energy drink, before making my way back to the bed. I quietly opened he breakfast bar, glancing around. I'm not sure why I felt the need to be quiet while doing things. Jack told me I'm safe. I don't have to sneak around anymore. I took a bite out of the breakfast bar, savoring the sweet raspberry flavor it held. It was...weird. Being able to get up when I pleased, and being able to eat when I wanted to. But I liked it.
Snuggling under the blankets, my eyes felt heavy. And it hit me then. So much had happened within the past week, and I can't do anything to slow it down. Commander Reyes had brought up suspicious noises during the meeting, then Jack called me to his office. He had Angela check me out, and then jack figured it out. And then I stayed in his room for a night-why hadn't I noticed before?
I knew Jack had always been fond of me, but I found that as inappropriate, so I found someone else. Like a substitute. Jack let me sleep in his bed that night, and I'd woken up with his face close to mine, and his arms wrapped around me, which only made me fall harder. But I was scared. Scared of the same thing happening again. Sure, nobody would picture Jack as an abuser. But nobody pictured my 'substitute' as an abuser either. Being terrified of the person you love is horrifying. And it's all so different now. Jack tells me I'm safe, and I believe him. Yet it still feels like someone is watching over me, observing my every move.
What about now? I'm staying in Jack's room, and I'm not sure why. In retro spect, I know it's because I'm scared of my room. Scared of everything that's gone on in that single room.
I don't completely know why i'm so scared. I'm terrified to step foot in my room, and see the shattered lamps, and countless makeup wipes with foundation on them discarded on the floor. I'd tried so hard to cover it up. I was so terrified of him hurting me if anybody found out. I'd never thought it could turn out like this. My eyelids fluttered closed and began to grow more heavy, as the warmth from the blankets enveloped me into sleep. I smiled softly to myself, thankful that I had a couple of minutes to doze off, without having to worry about my safety.