#chief x reader

He was fidgeting again. As much as Spartan 117 ever fidgeted, at least. His head swayed back and forth, scanning for enemies amid the mountain of bodies you’d left behind. His hand flexed on his stolen needler over and over.

“Chief, you’re distracting me,” you informed, voice low and warning.

That orange visor turned in your direction. “You’re taking too long.”

“Let’s see if you still say that after I fix this stupid thing,” you grumbled.

“Then let me do it.”

“You’re a shit mechanic, John.”

Silence.

You glanced up at him from the edge of your vision. Guilt made your mouth tighten. “I’m almost done,” you offered.

A pause. “Thank you.”

he tries to keep quiet, jaw tensing, but his lashes flutter, eyes nearly crossing when you pull out all the way before rolling your hips forward, pushing in to the hilt. the stretch has him gasping. the wet, obscene squelch of you thrusting into him makes him shiver, his hole greedily grasping at your strap.

you pull back til only the tip of the silicone remains inside, watching the way his hole so desperately tries to suck it back in, and you giggle softly, bringing a hand down on his ass, and he chokes, body jolting. the skin rises where you’ve just spanked him, a red blossoming on his flesh matching the pretty blush painting his pale cheeks, dusting along the bridge of his nose and kissing the tips of his ears.

reaching for the bottle of lube, you pop the cap before lifting it high and squeezing. you watch with rapt attention as the slick liquid drips along his skin, sliding over his ass cheeks and between them to paint along his hole and to the shiny, slick length of your cock.

“please,” he begs, body quivering beneath you, and you let out another soft laugh, tracing along the imprint of your hand.

“please what? ” you know what he wants, but you need to hear him say it, hear him beg for you to fuck him til he can’t remember his name.

“p-please,” he tries again, and he shifts his hips back a little, another inch of your strap stretching him. a high pitched noise leaves him, and it takes everything in you not to fuck into him with wild abandon.

“go on,” you urge, gripping a handful of his ass, the plush flesh giving easily under your grasp.

“f-fuck me, please. . .” he’s near sobbing, fat tears dancing along his lashes, a stray one tracking down his face when he tries blinking them away, a salty taste lingers on his tongue from his earlier crying. he’s shuddering, and you push his shirt up to gather at his shoulders so you can rub your hands down his back, reveling in the way he arches for you.

“you’re doing so good, you know that?” you praise, tracing a finger down his spine. he makes a soft, curious lil sound, and that’s when you notice he’s got two fingers in his mouth, sucking on the digits as a way to ground himself. drool spills from his mouth. the soft suction of his lips wrapped around his fingers, mingling with his uneven breathing and quiet sniffles, and you nearly thrust back into him right then and there.

there’s a deep throb in your pussy, entrance clenching around nothing. if he isn’t too give out after you make him cum, you’ll ride him til he’s begging you to stop, have his hands scratching at your skin, tears spilling from his eyes as you work his oversensitive cock. and before you know it, you’re rolling your hips forward, sheathing yourself inside his heat once more.

he’s caught off guard, a choked moan forced from his lungs when your hips meet his ass, the flesh rippling with every impact, the pale flesh reddening. your fingers are tight on his hips, digging into the skin, and he hisses at the pain.

without any thought, his hips are moving on instinct, pressing back against your thrusts. the arch in his back deepens, muscles trembling as his hips rock back into you, chasing more, a broken sob ripping from his throat. seeing him like this, so desperate, needy, and breathless, has heat boiling in your veins. you could nearly cum untouched. it's unbelievable. how’re you lasting so long, you don’t know.

his movements are stuttering—unrestrained—almost shallow at first, before he’s pressing deeper and then faster, his ass slamming against your hips as he starts chanting your name like a prayer, eyes rolling, fingers slipping from his mouth to grasp at the edge of the cushion. the sounds pouring from his mouth are pornographic, rising in volume the longer he fucks himself back onto you. if he isn’t quiet, anyone walking past could hear him. the thought alone has wetness dripping between your thighs.

you’ve completely stopped all movements, hands gripping and pulling at the flesh of his hips and ass, allowing him to do all the work, letting him reach his peak while completely falling apart on you.

“yes,” his breath stutters, and you’ve never heard him like this, like he’s trying to fight it but losing the battle, his voice trembling. “yes, yes, yes.”

you can tell he’s close with the way his whole body trembles, the leather of the cushion giving, creaking under his intense grip. he’s unraveling, shaking, barely holding on. “c’mon, chief, be a good boy for me. cum. ”

he’s whining so loudly now, hips moving with renewed vigor, hole greedily stretching along your strap, the silicone shining with lube. chief’s jerking harder and faster against you now, desperate as he chases his release, body quaking under the intense pressure. “a-ah, fuck—” then he finally erupts, muscles in his legs tensing, body shuddering violently. his release comes in hot, heavy bursts, ropes of cum shooting from his cock, making a mess of the leather.

and then you’re reaching between his legs, grabbing his cock, smearing his cum all over his length—wet, sticky, messy —as you jerk him through his orgasm, forcing him into overstimulation. he tries grasping your wrist to stop the movements of your hand, but he can’t stop the mewls spilling from his lips, eyes rolling so hard they ache. his hips jerk forward into your thrusts. the squelching, slick sounds pick up in volume the longer you continue to work his cock, a thick pool of cum puddling on the leather beneath him.

“s-stop, too much—!” his free hand slaps at the cushion as a way of showing his surrender, yet his cock continues to drool between his legs, thick strands of cum dangling from his tip. your hand slides down his length, wrapping around his balls and giving them a quick squeeze, a high-pitched moan escapes him, and then you’re releasing him.

you stay inside him, letting his hole grasp at the fake cock while he comes down from his orgasm, aftershocks making him tremble. “did so good,” you murmur, pressing a hand against his lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

he whimpers quietly, the praise making the blush on his face darken. you can tell he feels a bit embarrassed. having come undone in such a way that was unlike him, letting you completely ruin him. or rather he ruined himself with the way he fucked himself on you. the image of him like this will stay in your mind til the next time it happens. which, if you have it your way, will be very soon, but he was a busy man. at least you can say you helped work off some of his stress.

“we have to get cleaned up, my dear chief.” yet you make no attempt at moving. the chief of the mbcc excusing himself to be with one of his sinners is not uncommon, however, when they were gone for as long as you two were, word starts to spread. “wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like this.”

you say this in a teasing manner, but you also mean it. you want no one seeing your chief in such a state. only you can ever see him so completely and utterly wrecked, tear tracks dried on his face, lips swollen, and ass reddened from how hard he’d been fucked.

he’s quiet for a moment, a shaky breath leaving him, and you slide your hands down his sides and back, softly humming to him, as he regains himself. “okay,” he says quietly, after a moment.

knowing you don’t have time to properly look after him like you want to, you settle on what you can do and say for now. you want nothing more than to clean him up and have him in your room while you pamper him, but you know that’s impossible right now. “later, we’ll have a bath, and settle in for the night, yeah?”

and his voice is quiet again, a soft, content sigh leaving him, “okay.”

⚜ He’s always been careful about throwing around the words “I love you,” especially around Sinners who internalize every little thing. But he starts using them with you.

⚜ Often gets headaches as a result of using the Shackles. He likes it when you weave your fingers through his hair or massage his temples.

⚜ He’d never admit it, but he has a notebook with your name scribbled around his notes. They’re just mindless doodles to pass time during long phone calls, but he still always defaults to you.

⚜ Zoya isn’t always aware of her own strength, especially since she lets herself relax around you. She can be handsy and aggressive.

⚜ The type to stop you from leaving a room too soon, tell you that you “forgot something,” then gesture to her lips with a waiting smirk.

⚜ It’s impossible to overwork yourself around her. She can read you like a book. She’ll come to wrap her arms around your waist, feigning curiosity in whatever you’re working on... then sweep you up and carry you away.

⚜ Most of her date ideas can hardly classify as dates. You’ve learned that when she offers to “take you for a spin”, she means it literally.

⚜ A perfect night, to her, is getting to share some light banter under the stars or next to a fire.

⚜ While she’s not outwardly possessive, your honor is something Zoya doesn’t compromise on. She defends you with so much fury that most people have established you to be her property.

⚜ She can sleep off most injuries, but finds it cute if you fuss over them. She’ll let you treat them for her as she tells you stories about her scars.

⚜ Comes to you whenever she needs to blow off steam. One look at you, or one moment in your arms acts like a magic switch to ease her mind.

⚜ Bai Yi is the type who can only be found when she wants to be. She often appears in your life unexpectedly, but every second with her is a memorable one.

⚜ She often slumps her head on your shoulder to vent about nonsense like Che and K.K.’s antics or having a bad hair day.

⚜ Her weariness does feel real. She just covers up what’s really weighing on her with trivial things.

⚜ She calls you her lucky charm. It starts as a meaningless flirty nickname and eventually comes from a place of love. Every kiss from you fuels her to keep working.

⚜ Seductive in everything she does, including when she needs to shake you off her tracks. This kicks up a notch after you start dating.

⚜ “Chief, wanna see a trick?” — dangerous words from a dangerous Sinner. If you say yes, Bai Yi instructs you to hold out your wrists while she ties them together.

⚜ Suspicious. But you’re still curious to see where she’s going with this. She dips her head under your arms, resting your bound hands behind her neck ... and you realize you’ve been lifted up against the wall.

⚜ Helplessly you wrap your legs around her as to not slip. The last thing you remember is her leaning into your ear: “You’re just so adorable, I might lose track of time.”

Intro: John and Dove try to navigate their way without one another.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea??”

“I’m positive (Y/N), he’s not even gonna notice. You HAVE to get this on camera.”

You watched as your feet shuffled towards the living room, seeing Cortana’s form appear out of the console next to your couch where John was sitting. Your Spartan appeared to be frowning in disdain at your laptop in front of him.

“John?..... Dearest, what are you frowning at?”

“Why did they name this…. Automated assistant Cortana?”

You looked over at Cortana, who was already giggling, her hand over her mouth. You chuckled as the computer ai talked back at John about something.

“Because the computer company decided to put a very…. Primitive AI in their computers named Cortana after certain events in the games’ storyline.”

“Turn it off….”

“Why? It’s MY computer, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“He’s been at this for the past two hours.” Cortana laughed, “He can’t figure out how to disable the computer AI.”

You burst out in a fit of laughter, “Wait, your telling me Mr. 25th century over here can’t figure out how to turn off a 21st-century computer assistant?! Oh, this is rich.”

John looked up at Cortana, a deadpan expression on his face, “How are you not insulted by this?”

“I personally think it’s amusing, and…. Slightly flattering.”

“How? This…. AI isn’t even a quarter of what you are. It can’t even give me a straight answer on the weather patterns.”

“Local weather shows a fifty percent chance of-

John quickly closed the laptop, growling in slight frustration, “Dove, please, turn it off.”

“I think I’ll keep it on. If it’s going to get me this type of reaction, then it’s definitely staying on. Plus, it’s MY computer, not yours.”

John looked over at you about to reply when he saw your phone was out,

“Have you been recording this?”

“....... No.”

“Dove….”

“Ahh!! Cortana help meeee!”

You turned on your heel and booked it to your room as fast as you could, though your Spartan quickly caught up to you. However, you were able to slide your phone in between your mattress and the box spring before John got to your room. Forgetting it was still recording. John said something, but it was slightly muffled,

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

“Dove….”

“John….”

John sighed, and you remembered him shaking his head as he stood over you, leaning down so that his forehead was just about touching yours.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“..... Well, you could kiss me.”

You stopped the video before it went any farther, tears already leaking from your eyes as you buried your face in your pillow.

‘What happened to us?’ You asked yourself as another wave of sobs consumed you, your thoughts instantly drifting to John. How much you were yearning for his comfort. The way he’d hold you close to his chest and soothe you with just a few gentle words. Or the way he’d surround your form with his own, acting as a shield between you and the turmoil threatening to crush you. The way his hands would gently caress the sides of your face as he kissed you, you just missed everything about him. A broken wail tearing through your lips as you curled into a ball. Hands fisting the back of the pillow that had once been his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Chief…. Are you awake? It’s nearly noon.” Cortana’s voice cut through the fog that currently enveloped John’s mind, stirring him from his unintentional nap. John pulled the covers back a bit to see his virtual companion’s worried expression. Cortana noted how his eyes looked slightly red, evidence of another rough night.

“Chief….” Cortana began,

“It’s nothing….” John assured as he pulled a shirt over his head, he knew he was fooling himself by saying that, but he couldn’t help it. He was used to pushing things to the side, prioritizing everything else over himself and his own emotions. But it was becoming more challenging to hide, especially from the people close with him. Fred had begun making inquiries while Kelly had flat out promised murder. John had quickly squashed that, of course only replying with:

“It’s fine, I just…. Made a mistake is all.”

That mistake was eating him from the inside out. He should’ve just told you instead of clamming up. John walked by a mirror, taking in his exhausted appearance, his brow furrowing as he shrugged on a jacket. ~~~~~~~~~~

“Your sure this is a good idea?” John asked Cortana as he left walked away from your doorstep a few hours later.

“She does this with you, and has it ever not worked on you?” Cortana countered,

……..”Fair point.”

John concealed himself across the street from your apartment, watching with attentive eyes as it opened. You poked your head out, looking around before looking down at your doormat. John watched anxiously as you reached down and picked up what he’d left there, overlooking it before rolling your eyes. For a moment, John feared you’d toss it away, but you took it inside regardless.

“It’s a start….” Cortana encouraged him as they walked around for a bit. John looked around to see he had wandered to the park you and him frequented, watching as a small family had a picnic, and a couple appeared to be painting together. They all looked so… happy. Something John was so desperately trying to be, but if he didn’t get you back…. He wasn’t sure he would ever be truly happy.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Really? A green rose? Real inconspicuous John….” You huffed as you placed it in the trash. Who did he think he was anyway? And that a single rose would just magically fix everything? But the more you stared at it, the more you realized that even given who it was from…. It was still too pretty to be in the garbage. So you got a slim vase down and placed the rose in it, being sure to give it some water.

‘I wonder how he even got outside the console without me turning it on… Cortana must’ve-cut it out! Stop thinking about him!’ You mentally slapped yourself, stopping before you could go any farther. The more you thought about him, the more it hurt.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the month or so, the green roses kept coming. And it was around the third week that little notes began coming with them. The first one of course reading:

“I’m sorry….”

You scanned the note with unimpressed eyes before placing it in front of the vase,

“So am I, John…….”

“I should’ve talked to you….”

“Yes, you should have….”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away….”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“I made a mistake….”

“Damn right you did….”

“Let me make this right….. Please…”

‘Does he even miss me?’ You wondered around a month later as you walked home from archery practise. Since cutting John off, you’d desperately tried to pull yourself out of the emotional agony by trying something other than gaming. You’d tried taking up dancing, but it just made you uncomfortable, you’d tried painting but everytime you painted something it ended up being something that represented him. So you’d ditched those hobbies. But writing, ice skating, and archery had stuck… and of course gaming had, but you had to be careful to remind yourself NOT to select that game… and that hurt.

You sighed as you found yourself standing at your door once again, looking down to see yet another green rose resting next to your package, flashes and images came to your mind as you kneeled down to gently scoop up the rose, the stinging pain in your heart replaced with a bittersweet ache as you could picture him gently placing the rose on your doorstep. Part of you wished that you’d catch a glimpse of him just once, but you also knew you’d crumble if you did…. Probably for the best if that didn’t happen… right?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And where will you be going after our session is over?” John’s attention was arrested by the tapping of a pen, causing him to look up at the woman sitting across the room from him. Since the…. Incident, Cortana had suggested John try something he absolutely hated…. Talking to someone about…. Him. About his struggles and difficulties. At first, John was obstinate because who would ever truly understand him?

“If you won’t do it for you, do it for her….” Cortana’s plea had been the straw that broke the camels back so to speak. So here he was, seeing a therapist.

“........ same place as yesterday.”

“You always leave a rose, never anything else, has that gotten you anywhere?”

John sighed shaking his head, he had hoped by now that you would’ve at least softened a little,

“Can I make a suggestion?” The woman folded her hands in front of her, her kind eyes meeting Johns’. John nodded, awaiting her response,

“Stop beating around the bush John.” She began, “You know that the way to get her to open up to you is to do what you’ve been doing with me… talking. Communicating. So.. this time when you go to her, don’t leave a rose… be direct. Get her to come to you, and then finally put this behind you……. But, you have to also be ready for the possibility she may not want to see you. And if that’s the case, then you have to accept that and move on with your life.”

‘Easier said than done…’ .John thought to himself as he walked out of his therapists office, wracking his brain for what he could possibly get that would- and just like that… he knew.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late afternoon when you heard a small tap at your door, prompting you to put your book down and investigate, upon opening your door, you looked down to see a small box, and attached to it was a note. You looked around before taking the small box back into your apartment, you placed the note on the table as you opened the box, your breath catching as you took in the sight of a sterling silver necklace, but it was the pendant that nearly drove you to tears….. It was a dove with a single gem hanging from it’s beak. You quickly picked up the note scanning the message.

‘Meet me by the fireflies…. I need to talk with you-J.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You arrived at the exact spot where John had asked to meet a little out of breath, you could’ve taken your car but the walking did your anxious heart some good. John had chosen the perfect spot…. It was the very first place you’d ever taken him, a lake that later would become one of your favorite spots. Your breath caught slightly in your throat as you saw John’s figure up ahead, he turned and faced you, his eyes widening in slight surprise.

“You actually wore it…” Were his first words to you once he’d walked up a slight incline to where you stood, his hand automatically reaching out towards you, but quickly retracting as you backed away.

“It’s very pretty…. Thank you.”

John nodded, feeling his chest ache as he took note of just how terrified you looked…. Because of him.

“You said you needed to talk with me?” Your voice snapped John out of his thoughts, he nodded as he took a breath, why was he so nervous??

“I-I…. don’t exactly know where to start.” John admitted , glancing down to the side,

“Well maybe you can start by telling me why… why you shut me out, why you ignored me, why you acted like a complete jerk when all I wanted you to do was talk to me…”

John felt his heart sting slightly at your reproving tone, but he deserved it, you were right, he had treated you horribly, all because he was scared.