Is that? Is that plot I see in my porn?
It was raining tonight, a soothing background noise that was slowly lulling you to sleep. Gently hitting the windows, pitter-patting the roof, and dripping down the walls. Overall, a peaceful night, something that was uncommon, especially in this profession.
Of course, nothing can stay good for long, and your door is slammed open, hitting your wall and most likely denting it. Then, with just as much force, it slammed shut. You open your eyes with a frown, seeing Ghost walk towards you. He was in casual clothes, another thing that was uncommon. Before you can get a word in, maybe to yell at your bastard lieutenant for interrupting your sleep after the exhausting day you’ve had, he laid on top of you bonelessly: making you sink into the mattress, (very uncomfortably) and making your already aching muscles hurt more.
“Ghost what the hell are you doing?” you ask too tired and sore to care how you sound.
“Going to sleep.” Ghost replied groggily, and slightly irritated. He had no right to be irritated, he was the one interrupting you and coming into your room without scheduling first. He was an inconsiderate asshole. (You wouldn’t hold onto that sentiment very long but that was beside the point) “This is unprofessional” you protest, still miffed by the interruption. It was weak, especially because you do shit like this all the time but, semantics. “I don’t give a shit.” He responds hoarsely, placing his head in the crook of your neck after placing a kiss behind your ear. Just that slight brush of his lips, that can barely be counted as a kiss, sends a shiver racing down your spine. He slips his cold fingers under your shirt, resting on your lower abdomen and pressing down just slightly.
“If you want a cuddle pile,” you grumble slightly irritated that he had taken all your warmth and taken its place with his cold fingers and his still-cool body, “the least you could do is invite the rest of you.” then as an afterthought that’s not meant to be heard by him “It makes it easier to sleep.” This wasn’t exactly new for us after all, we had cuddle piles all the time. Going beyond that we were very…comfortable with each other—all of us. We just had to keep that from the higher-ups, lest we get reassigned. There wasn’t a place on our bodies that the rest of the team hadn’t touched. Still, “Your fingers are cold.” you mumble irritatedly, “Stop that.”
“Hush.” He huffed. Ignoring your irritation in favor of cupping your sides like the asshole he is. His face was warm at least, but that didn’t matter much when he started slipping your shirt off, exposing you to the cool air of the room. It didn’t help that the blanket had been taken off of you earlier. Ghost pulled you against his chest, giving you a faux sense of warmth; not that it worked very well.
“I’m tired,” you grumble because you need the sleep. It was either that or subjecting yourself to being unaware of most things around you tomorrow. Not being aware was a very dangerous thing in the military, and you didn’t want to take any chances and accidentally kill someone or yourself. You need to sleep, and you aren’t staying up to be stress relief, “and I’m cold, tell them to get their asses in here before I freeze to death.” was that the best solution? Probably not. Was it the best your sleep-addled brain could come up with? Also no. Was it what you said anyway? Yes. “They’re all probably asleep,” he grumbled. Well, you were asleep too so they could get over themselves. He placed a small kiss on your neck as if that would sate you. His lips brushed against your skin in another soft kiss before he began to gently suck and nip at the base of your neck, no doubt leaving a mark. His hands moved from your stomach to your hips, pulling you so that you were flush against him.
“Well wake them up,” you grumble, “I’m tired and I want my warmth so that I can sleep.” He huffs irritatedly, “Fine,” he grumbles “I’ll get them. If they get pissed it’s not my fault.” He let out an annoyed sigh, climbing over you to reach the floor and the only semblance of heat that you had disappeared. It only took a few minutes before he returned, the other boy’s trailing behind him. You gesture for them to come over, already laying back down, waiting for the warmth that their body heat would provide once they surrounded you. Soap and Gaz trailed in slowly, still mostly asleep, the notion only highlighted by their heavy footsteps and socked feet. Soap pressed himself against you, flopping onto the bed carelessly, and Gaz laid behind him, his arms long enough to wrap around Soap and yourself. Ghost took his previous place behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His breath was hot against your skin, his head buried in the crook of your neck. Price was the last to crawl into the bed, his eyes barely open enough to shuffle over and get behind Ghost.
Ghost moved his hands from your waist down to your hips, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs, occasionally pressing harder into the skin. Soap had a hand resting on your stomach, pressing a kiss to the side of your head once or twice. Price had his hands lightly wrapped around Ghost, and Gaz pressed light kisses against Soap neck. While this was nice, and you were finally feeling the warmth seep into your skin, accompanied by light touches and a secure tightness, Ghost didn’t often initiate nights like this, much less be this active during them. Ghost wasn’t averse to physical contact, but he didn’t usually cuddle. Gaz noticed it first. “Ghost what happened?” he asked softly as to not wake Soap and Price. The second they hit the mattress they had fallen asleep, snoring softly. “Don’t worry about it.” Ghost responded hoarsely, beginning to slip your pajama pants down. As he did this, his lips gently pressed against you, before nipping at the skin on your neck and shoulder, his hands sliding over the newly exposed skin.
You had fallen asleep almost as soon as Soap and Price had, and his actions didn’t cause you to wake up. You wouldn’t care, not so long as you got the sleep you needed for tonight. You wouldn’t care come morning either, you’ve long become desensitized by this practice. He managed to slip your pants off completely, leaving you fully naked but not shivering. The bodies around you kept you warm.
He trailed his hands over your thighs, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek, a stark contrast compared to the hickeys he had been giving you earlier. He pulled you closer, only slightly, so that your hips became flush against his. One of his hands slipped from your thigh to between your legs, lightly tracing over your bare skin. His other hand had moved to your lower abdomen, putting a slight pressure on it.
“So it’s one of those days” Gaz mumbled, and because he knew where this would lead, because he knew you didn’t care, he watched. It’s not like he’s willing to pass up a free show, and watching the stress leave Ghost over the course of the night is hot, not that he would ever admit that. Ghost didn’t even hear Gaz one of his hands sliding lower between your leg to pull it up and around his hip, his other hand continuing to press against your abdomen. Now that your pussy was spread slightly, he slid his fingers against your heat. After rubbing a teasing circle around your hole, he slipped two fingers into you with ease, earning a soft gasp. You were very reactive, even in your sleep. You had been unknowingly conditioned to be that way with the amount of times you’ve had sex in and out of consciousness, all consensual of course.
Ghost was taking his time, slowly slipping his fingers in and out of you, spreading and curling them when he pleased, his other hand pressing against your abdomen, causing soft, breathy, moans to fall from your lips. The sounds caused Soap to stir, blinking open his eyes to watch, but not fully aware yet. “What’s going on?” he asked groggily, trying to blink himself awake, being only slightly successful.
“S’ one of those days.” Gaz whispered in response, pressing a kiss to the back of Soaps neck, “Just let it happen.” Another moan fell past your lips, your body beginning to respond to Ghosts actions physically, unconsciously moving your hips. If only slightly. Soap shifted his gaze toward you, "is she even awake?” he whispered curiously. Your eyes were closed, and you were panting softly. Ghost had his attention fully focused on you, ears deaf to their conversation. “Not yet.” Gaz responded nipping at Soap shoulder, sucking to leave purple marks.
Ghost slipped a third finger inside of you, moving faster than before. He had no qualms about spreading them as far as he could before putting them together again, curling them inside you to hit that spot. Soap watched with Gaz, taking note of the hickeys, and how many there already were despite barely starting. It goes without saying that their dicks were straining against their pants from the sight alone, and the sounds, god the sounds spilling from your lips were downright sinful. Watching Ghost so focused on you, the intense look in his eye. Seeing your flushed face, half of it smushed against a pillow. Hearing Ghosts groans and your gasps and moans. Hearing the wet sounds your pussy made and seeing your clit harden while Ghost worked his fingers inside of you.
Ghost rubbed his thumb against your increasingly hard bud, flicking it occasionally and sending shocks of pleasure through your body. “If she gets any louder she’s going to wake up Price.” Gaz mumbled eyes glued to the scene. Ghost was still just as relentless as before, his thumb pressing harder against your clit and his fingers pumping into you faster, pulling more small moans and gasps from you. “Bloody hell.” Soap muttered eyes watching you and your reactions, fully invested. Ghost only kept growing rougher, no longer kissing your skin, but biting down and sucking to ensure that his marks would be there long after the moment was over. The harsh treatment causes you to squirm, you’re on the verge of waking up, but you’re still too tired to even register what you’re currently feeling.
Price wakes up groggily, the influx of noise causing him to grasp consciousness again. “What’s happening,” he asks still not fully awake, not aware. Ghost doesn’t pay him a glance, but Gaz looks over. “Ghost is having one of those days,” he repeats for what must be the third time. He sighs, Price and Soap would’ve been able to figure it out on their own if they were more awake, but it would’ve been frustrating for them if he hadn’t answered. That wouldn’t turn out well, especially with everybody as high-strung as they were. Ghost was fully focused on the sensation of your soft walls bending to his fingers, your hole clenching around them. Price's gaze was locked on you, more awake now than before, his dick slowly hardening as he processed what was going on in front of him. Your soft mellows of pleasure, the way you were dripping onto the bed, fluids slipping past Ghosts fingers, the way your bud seemed to pulse from the stimulation. The hand that wasn’t stretching your insides slowly moved from your hip in order to cup your breast. He gave them a squeeze, flicking your nipple. All the different sensations caused you to stir.
“Ghost” you huff groggily, “I told you not to wake me up.” you moan a shock of pleasure traveling up your spine even in your irritation. Ghost huffed against your neck in response, the warm air only serving to increase your arousal. He slowed his harsh bites to soft nibbles against your neck, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your clit, a silent apology. “Sorry sweetheart,” he whispered gruffly, fondling your breasts.
“How long has he been doing this?” Price asked tearing his eyes away from the sight, Soap looked up as well, curious. Gaz shrugged in response, hand resting on Soap's dick, “Maybe half an hour?” he suggested, nothing more than a guess. Gaz hadn’t exactly been keeping track of the time, just watching the show that was offered. Ghosts movements only got rougher, his fingers curling against the bundle of nerves that had you moaning louder. You were close, it was obvious in the way that your hole spammed, and your hips grinded, trying to get as much friction as possible, even subconsciously.
“It’s okay darling.” Ghost mumbled, breath hot against the shell of your ear, working you into a frenzy. You could feel the twist of arousal growing in your gut, coiling tighter by the second. It was only exacerbated by the warmth around you, the eyes that you knew were on you. Soap, front side of you, pressed a kiss to your forehead before lightly biting the middle of your throat. When he pulled back he allowed his eyes to trail over your face, taking in your fucked out expression. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your whole body shaking and your legs a trembling mess. You finally came, moaning loudly in short spurts, your eyes rolling back as your legs shook harder. Ghost continued his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm. Eventually, you went boneless against the mattress, your hair sticking to your face and Ghosts chest as you leaned against him. One last tired moan slipped from your lips. “There you go” Ghost whispered, running his free hand through your hair and slowly pulling his finger out of you. “Taste,” he says bringing his fingers to your lips, you open your mouth obediently, eyes flitting closed again. After a moment he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping his fingers on his pant legs, before wrapping his arms around you.
“Sleep?” you mumble tiredly, and it’s not a question, more of a statement. You did need sleep, after all, every one of you did, and they already had their fun. “Yes, sweetheart.” Ghost answered gently peppering kisses on your neck, before burying his face in the crook of it. Slowly, everyone was going back to sleep. It was peaceful, the night filled with soft, even breaths and the occasional snore. Accompanied only by the rain pitter-pattering on the roof and dripping down the windows; by the occasional boom of thunder.