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You had been a medic for Task Force 141 for a while now, so however unfortunate, you had gotten used to their shenanigans. There was never a lack of patients down at med bay, as if the soldiers weren’t injured from being on duty, there was always an injury from training or a bar brawl.

Unfortunately for you, being a medic meant that you had to deal with a bunch of testosterone filled men, who are never happy when injured. At best, they’d leave with a couple curses and choice insults thrown at you, at worst, they’d leave you with bruises and new trauma.

Of course, this meant you had your choice of favorite and least favorite patients, and God knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley was not on your favorites list.

The man was huge, leaving plenty of space for injuries. It also made it quite difficult for you to focus, as dealing with a muscle-ripped man while he was shirtless makes your hormones run wild. Not only that, but Ghost was also quite rude. He was always reluctant to listen to your orders, making it extremely difficult for you to fix him up.

He’d never heed your warnings, meaning he would constantly coming back with opened-up stitches or sprained muscles, and he would always be bitchy and annoyed about it, as if it wasn’t his fault. Today was no different.

The man’s large frame stumbled into the med bay with a slight limp, meaning that he had managed to strain his muscle yet again during training. You had told him to stay off it for three days, but as usual, he decided not to listen.

You tried to ignore him, hoping one of the other medics would take him in, but he grunted at you in annoyance. With a sigh, you turned around to face him.

“Alright, sit down. I swear to god if I see you back in here one more time, I might just quit my job.” You rolled your eyes at him, motioning for him to lay on one of the empty beds in the back.

“If you see me back in here one more time, you’ll be fired for being terrible at your job.” Ghost spat in annoyance as he hobbled over to the bed. At this rate, you were pissed.

“Look, Sir,” You spat the honorific at him sarcastically. “Quite frankly, I’m just as tired of treating you as you are coming in here. If you would fucking listen to what I tell you to do maybe you would actually heal properly for once. I actually wouldn’t care that much if you weren’t such an asshole about it.”

Unfortunately for you, when you turned back around with the numbing cream, you found him with his pants off, mansplaing on the edge of the bed in just his boxers. Of course, this was necessary, but it was really hard to focus when he had such gorgeous and thick thighs. He sneered at you as he swung his legs onto the bed, giving you access to the still cramping muscle.
“If you actually did your job properly,” Ghost spoke in that ever so distracting Manchester accent of his, “I wouldn’t have to keep coming back here.”

And God, between massaging his thigh with the numbing cream and listening to his voice, you were turned on. Though you were never going to admit that, even as you discretely pressed your thighs together to relieve some pressure. No matter how attractive he was, you were still pissed.

“Fine, Lieutenant. Since you know so much about my job, why don’t you fucking tell me how to do it.” You growled, pressing on a particularly sore spot in his thigh for emphasis. You earned a hiss in response, the slick pooling down your thighs getting harder and harder to ignore.

And really, you were stupid if you thought he wasn’t going to notice how turned on you were.

“Kiss it.” He deadpanned, gaze completely serious. You jolted in shock, not expecting him to actually try anything.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered, confidence leaving your body.

“You heard me, kiss it. Kiss it better.” Ghost was smirking at you, and that’s when you noticed the tent forming in between his thighs.

You weren’t sure if he meant his dick or the muscle in his leg, so you opted for the latter, just to be safe. You trembled slightly as you leaned down to kiss his thigh, ever so timid and afraid of doing the wrong thing. You gave it a light peck before looking back up at him, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“It would’ve been fine if that’s what you did in the first place, but now you have a different problem to take care of.” The Lieutenant gestured to his dick shamlessly, before repeating himself with a whisper into your ear. “Kiss it.”

So you gathered all the confidence you could muster as you adjusted yourself so you could lean over and kiss his dick through the cloth, extremely thankful that nobody else was in the med-bay at the time.

Ghost gave you a little “tut,” drawing your attention back up to his face.

“You know what to do, use your big girl brain.” He commented, belittling and flustering you at the same time. You did know what to do, you were just shocked that your superior was asking for it. No, not asking, demanding it.

So you climbed up onto the bed with him and hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and looked up at him for approval. With a short nod in response, you pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung free.
You looked down at it with wide eyes as you took it into your hands, incapable of completely wrapping one hand around it. It was so thick that you had to use both hands to fully encompass it.

“Go on, Doctor, suck it.” Ghost egged you on, saying your title with a lower tone than the rest of the sentence. You leaned down and kissed his tip, proceeding to lick small stripes up and down his slit and lap up the pre cum that was dribbling out. You then proceeded to put his tip in your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around it.

Your Lieutenant decided that was enough control on your part, so he grabbed your hair and bucked up harshly into your mouth, hitting your gag reflex and staying there. He was intent on making sure you sounded like you had strep throat tomorrow.

Ghost continued to shove you down harshly on his dick, keeping your nose flush with the patch of hair at the base of him before letting you up enough to make sure you don’t pass out. He continued this, picking up the pace as he went. His thrusts into your throat started to get shallow and sloppy as he came closer to his high, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen start to tense. His shirt had slid up ever so slightly in the process, allowing you to see the bullets and stab wounds that you had stitched up in the past.

Before you could admire the work you had done, Ghost bottomed out one last time in your throat, emptying his balls into you as if you were a mere object. He stayed there long enough for tears to start to form in your eyes, the edges of your mouth starting to crack from the stretch.

After he emptied out the last of himself in your mouth, he finally pulled you off and allowed you to breathe.

“Stick out your tongue.” The man demanded, holding your face by your chin. You obliged, showing him that you had swallowed it all. He rewarded you with a “good girl.”

Ghost grabbed a tissue from the table beside him, cleaning himself up and putting his clothes back on while leaving you with your thighs pressed together, realizing that another patient was coming in. You quickly got up and tried to fix yourself so you didn’t look so dishevled.

“You get off in 30, right?” Your Lieutenant asked as he was walking out, and you nodded in response. “Good. Come over to my room when you’re done.”

He left you standing there, pussy throbbing and whining over the lack of attention. Those next 30 minutes stretched on forever, as you couldn’t think well through your lust filled haze. You might very well end up getting fired over how poorly you treated your last two patients, but you couldn’t care as you were too excited about what was soon to come.

Or who, I guess, as you were soon to come too. Quite literally.