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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Title picture by @loneghostwolf

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, p in v, m oral receiving, f oral receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, breath play, praise kink, spit kink, hate sex, allusions to cock warming

I apologise for cheesey lines in this lmfao again not proofread because I’m so tired

John McTavish.

Johnny.

Fucking Soap.

An absolute thorn in your side since your first day with 141. Fast forward 8 months and the team had grown tired of your constant bickering and arguing. Every little situation, every single thing you did he had to make a comment. The bickering normally ended with you shouting ‘suck my dick Soap!’

Then came the constant comments. The constant jokes, it wore you down so fast. There were times when you did actually get on but they were few and far between. Gaz and Ghost often joked you needed to fuck to release the tension. They were met with middle fingers from each of you, both telling them to ‘fuck off’ in unison. Which naturally spurred them on further. They compared you to an old married couple.

It came to a head after a sparring session one day, you’d been paired with Soap to your utter dismay. ‘Knew you didn’t have it in you to hit me princess’ he chided, a stupid fucking smirk on his face. ‘Don’t call me princess’ you spat, eyes glaring straight through him. ‘Why? You fuckin act like one.’

‘I’m fuckin warning you John.’ He put his hands up in a fake surrender ‘oooh, usin my full name are we hen? Must be in trouble.’

You saw red.

Leaping across the mats your shoulder connected with his chest in an almighty thud. It knocked him to the floor, winding him. You scrambled to your feet and managed to get a lucky kick into his abdomen. He swiped at your legs and sent you flying backwards, you landed straight in your arse letting out a yelp as you landed.

That’s when Price and Ghost intervened. ‘I’ve had a fuckin tit full of you two’ Ghost shouted, he gripped Soap by the scruff of his collar as he pulled him up. Price was more gentle with you but still pissed. ‘In the meeting room. Now.’ Price ordered as he matched you both out of the gym.

They shoved you into the room and Price stared you both down. ‘Now. I don’t care how you resolve this, but fuckin sort it out! You’re both doin my Swede in and I’ve had a fuck full. I don’t wanna see you again till it’s done. Am I understood?’ His face was stern and unforgiving. He meant business.

You both looked at him, feeling like children who’d been scolded by their father. ‘Yes sir’ you replied together, egos bruised, frustrations near boiling point. ‘Good’ he replied simply before shutting the door.

You sat on one of the tables, eyes fixed on the floor refusing to look at him. He stood opposite, leant against the wall, arms crossed, brow furrowed as he glared at you. ‘What’s your fuckin problem?’ He scowled. You shot your head up to look at him ‘my problem?! My fucking problem?! All you do is wind me up and take the piss out of me. How do you think I’m gonna react? By kissing your boots and thanking you? Fuck off.’ Your face was tight, pure unfiltered rage seeping from your skin.

‘Just banter hen’ he shrugged. Dismissive prick. ‘Don’t piss on me and tell me it’s raining John. You’re a dick.’

‘I’m a dick? Talkin some right ol shit there lass. We’re only in here cause o’you!’

‘Because you wouldn’t stop calling me princess, you know I hate it!’

He walked over to you, his feeble attempt to intimidate you. He stood in front of you, arms still crossed, biceps bulging as he lingered there. You glared up at him, mouth pressed into a firm line. ‘Your intimidation tactics don’t work here John. Grow up. You’re nothing but a jumped up nobody from the fuckin slums who got lucky.’ You voice was full of venom, poison seeped from every word.

Gripping your shirt he slammed you backwards onto the desk, panting beneath him you smiled up at him. ‘What’s the matter John? Hit a nerve have I? You know I’m right. You play the jester well, but we all know you’re a pathetic excuse of a man.’ You gripped his hand that was wound within your shirt, you knew you’d gone too far. You knew damn well he was a good solider and one who always had your back on the field. But you were so done with his shit you wanted to hurt him.

He lowered his face to within an inch of yours, his blue eyes a deep void of rage and contempt. His breath fanned over your lips as he desperately tried to regain all control. You offered up a smug grin, chest still heaving, waiting for him to make the next move. He was stood over you, his free hand in a tight fist as he chewed his jaw. Your thighs clenched together ever so gently.

‘What’s the matter Johnny? You look like you wanna hit me or fuck me. Which is it?’

You knew what you wanted.

‘You’re such a fuckin bitch.’

With that his lips came crashing to yours as you flung your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. You nails raked the surface of his scalp as he groaned into your mouth. It was a frenzy of lips, tongue and teeth as you both battled for dominance. Finally letting go of your shirt he cupped your jaw, his calloused thumb pulled at your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist you could feel his hard cock press against your cunt.

Adrenaline surged through you as your heart collided with your ribs. He dropped a hand and pawed at your breast through your shirt. His rough grip pulled a moan from deep within your chest, causing you to dig you nails into the sensitive part of his neck. He hissed slightly as he moved away from your mouth and nipped your ear, ‘knew you wanted t’fuck me’ he smirked as he bit into your neck.

You jolted your hips up at the sudden pain that radiated along your neck, as you bit your lip. He kissed along your collar bone digging his finger tips into your flesh. He’d wanted this for a long time but was too stubborn to admit it. You pissed him off to no end, your perfect voice and body, your natural intelligence, your beauty riled him up something rotten. But my god now he had you, he was going to make you feel just how much he fucking hated you.

You were going to feel his wrath.

‘Off’ he ordered pulling at your top, sitting up you pulled it over your head causing your breasts to bounce. He watched in awe as your body was revealed to him. You soft supple skin, plump breasts, you were positively glowing. ‘So bossy’ you muttered under your breath. Hoping he hadn’t heard. But he did.

He gripped your waist band and pulled you full force to your knees, you let out a hiss of pain as he freed his cock from his shorts. Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally saw what he was hiding in there. It was slightly bigger than average, a thick vein wrapped its self around the thick shaft. The tip already painfully swollen, pre-cum glistening in the dull light of the room.

Without any warning he forced his cock to the back of your throat, you gripped his thighs trying desperately to breathe through your nose. He placed a hand just underneath your jaw as he fucked your throat, ‘knew I’d find a way to shut you up’ he smirked. Eyes screwed shut as he whimpered against the texture of your mouth. Warm and inviting. You looked up at him from your knees, tears threatening to fall as your throat constricted around him.

Salvia gathered around your lips as you let him brutally bury his cock within you. Slight gagging noises bubbled from within you as you reached up and slid your nails down his abdomen. Leaving pretty pink claw marks against his skin. He finally pulled out allowed you to take in a huge inhale, saliva clung to your chin, warm and thick, mixed with his arousal. You swiped it onto your thumb before licking it back into your mouth. He watched open mouthed and panting.

And just like that? You spat it back onto his cock, working his shaft with your hand. Twisting his hand into your hair he pulled you back to your feet ‘too good sweetheart, haven’t finished with you yet.’ Smirking you pulled him back into a wet kiss, he guided you back to the table as he pulled your shorts down. A rough finger swiped along your clothed slit, your panties saturated with your juices. ‘This wet already? Didn’t know you were such a dirty little bitch.’

Pushing him backwards you slid your own fingers into your pants, the sound of your arousal was music to his ears. ‘You gonna talk all day? Or you gonna eat my pussy Johnny?’ You cocked an eyebrow as you bit your lower lip. Within seconds his face was buried in your cunt, his piercing blue eyes strained as he worked his tongue along your clit. Muffled moans of pleasure vibrated against you as he tried to taste every part of you. Rolling your hips against his face only made him hungrier.

He pushed two fingers into you, stretching your hole as he payed extra attention to your clit. Nibbling, sucking, nipping at the bundle of nerves. Sweet sweet moans filled his ears as you desperately tried to cum, the burn from the stretch adding another layer pure pleasure. He felt you start to clench against his fingers, your moans became more breathless and frequent. Not one to cut this time short he pulled out, eliciting a groan of annoyance from you.

‘Not till I say so’ he chided as he pushed his fingers into your mouth. You hummed as you tasted yourself, ‘I fucking hate you’ you hissed as he removed them. He lined himself up and pushed himself all the way in as he lowered his face to yours. ‘If hatin’ me feels this good then I’m your fucking villain.’

You would have rolled your eyes, but his cock felt so good as the tip dragged along your walls. He gripped your jaw forcing it open as he spat a perfect ball of saliva into your mouth.

You swallowed it eagerly dragging your nails along his back, digging them in, desperate to draw blood. His pace was brutal, there was no regard in his movements. He drove his cock as deep as he could into you, wanting to force every single ounce of pleasure from you. Your back arched off the table as he sucked your neck, desperate to mark you. To claim you. There was only one person who could fuck you like this, and that was him.

‘Fuck, Johnny, don’t stop, please’ you begged. He grunted into the crux of your neck, his breath burning into your skin. Your moans had been replaced by desperate gasps for air. Your bodies rubbed together, slick with sweat, pure unfiltered hate and desire.

With that he pulled out and forcefully slammed you face down onto the table, kicking your legs apart. He pushed back into your cunt, the stretch again taking your by surprise. A wide hand made contact with your ass, a satisfying smack rung out in the meeting room. This time he clawed at your back, you gasped as the sudden pain radiated along your spine. Pushing your hips back into him he let out a low chuckle, ‘woulda fucked you months ago if it knew you were this desperate for it.’

‘Fuck, Johnny’ you moaned as he let a ribbon of spit fall onto your tight hole. He watched as your cunt eagerly took his cock before he pushed his thumb into your ass. The extra hole being filled made you feel deliciously full, reaching between your legs your ran your fingers in small circles. He grunted and sighed behind you, his voice gravelly and low as he chased his orgasm. Peering over your shoulder you flashed him a grin that would make the devil blush.

Snaking his free hand around your neck he pulled you back into him, your head arched onto his broad shoulder. He watched you intently, mouth open, eyes fluttering as you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact. His firm hand wrapped easily around your delicate neck, pressing firmly on your pressure points heightening the already dizzying pleasure. His thrusts became slower, more methodical as he neared his climax.

‘You gonna cum for me?’ He whispered above your lips, grip tightening on your throat. ‘Yesyesyesyesyes’ you said, voice quiet and strained. ‘Atta girl … cum on this cock.’ Your pussy clenched around his cock as you came, a powerful wave of pleasure punched you in the stomach. Your moans muffled. Caught against the pressure in your throat. He placed a strangely tender kiss on your lips as you panted into his mouth.

It was then his face twisted, brows furrowed together as a slight whimper burst from his chest. You felt his cock paint your pussy with his cum, pulsating within you. You stood there for a minute, both too euphoric to come down. You smiled against his lips as he dropped his hand to your waist, pulling you in tighter. ‘Mmm could keep my cock in there all day’ he sighed. Nipping his bottom lip ‘we’ll keep makin me hate you and I might just let you.’

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kaydenverse · 1 year

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paperwork

ghost x reader x soap

18+ MINORS DNI

genre: smut with a little bit of fluff

word count: little over 3k

a/n: this is my first smut in at least a year or so but i thought of this out of nowhere and cause there’s so few polyam ghostsoap fics i’m now obligated to write it. this is also my first time posting like a longer writing on here so apologies if it looks weird? also i did get a bit lazy with the end ngl, my bad. lower case is intended.

this is a gender neutral fic, they/them pronouns are used and there’s no specification of genitalia!

the readers call sign is “halo” and they’re a very skilled sniper on the task force.

content warnings: there’s plot to this? i think?, just filth for majority of this tbh, there’s a bits of tooth rotting fluff throughout tho, lots of pet names, degradation like a lot tbh but there’s praise sprinkled in, established polyam relationship, i believe in switch ghost and switch soap supremacy, edging, overstimulation, spit, begging, mask kink if you squint, all three of you are whipped BAD, uhh i think that’s all enjoy!

you would like to say you don’t know how you got here but then you’d be lying.

you know damn well that it’s both yours and johnny’s brattiness that’s got you here and you’re glad as hell it did if you’re being truthful.

first, there’s johnny.

he’s laid propped up with his back against the headboard of the bed in nothing but his blue boxer briefs and his hands gripping the sheets as he tries his absolute best not to touch you.

then there’s you who’s on your knees in between johnny’s legs that are bent in front of him and spread to make room for you. your cheek is squish against the scottish man’s lower abdomen due to simon having both your wrists pinned to your lower back and your ass propped up.

now, simon, he’s behind you staring dead into johnny’s eyes as he rolls his hips ever so slowly into yours. the teasing pace draws a pathetic whine out of you and johnny’s face flushes at the sound.

as much as johnny wants to touch you, he keeps his hands to himself and stares right back at simon through that skull mask of his as if you weren’t even there drooling like a cock-drunk idiot all over his stomach.

“i’m impressed, mctavish,” simon’s voice sounds strained as if he’s fighting off a moan. “thought you’d touch them by now.”

and johnny does want to touch you. in fact, he wants to touch you so badly he could cry. but, he’s trying to prove to simon that he can listen, that he can be good.

johnny doesn’t attempt to hide his desperation though because he knows both you and simon would see right through him. you both know him too well for him to try that.

“you gave me orders, l.t., i'm just followin’ them.” the words sound breathless leaving johnny and he can’t bring himself to care much. simon’s mask is pushed up to the bridge of his nose so johnny has a clear view of the smirk that stretches across his face.

“what a good boy, hm?” simon leans down and kisses up your spine. the kiss he gives the scar on your right shoulder you’d gotten on a mission a while back is noticeably a tad longer than the other kisses. “he’s being such a good boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” you yelp a little when he bites down on your shoulder. a part of you wishes he’d bite hard enough to draw just a little blood.

that’d really drive you wild.

you whine, wiggling your ass desperately in an attempt you try to get him to start fucking into you again. “please, please simon, i’m so close-“

“i asked you-“ simon slid out of you completely, leaving you empty and coming down from your high yet again. “a fuckin’ question, didn’t i, doll?” now you’re the one who wants to cry.

“yes, good! he’s being so good!” you whine in frustration, looking up at johnny with the most desperate look he’s ever seen you give him. he wants to feel bad, he really does, but watching you nearly burst into tears after simon has been edging you for a full half hour has him far too excited.

“he’s being better than you at following orders right now, ” he shrugs as he lightly skates his fingers up your spine. “a first.” the taunt in his voice makes you clench around nothing.

if you weren’t so scatterbrained right now you would’ve bantered right back at him but, alas, there’s nothing going on in that pretty little head of yours except desperation and the need to cum.

johnny just now realizes how hard he’s breathing as well as the fact that if simon keeps this up he’ll come without being properly touched. it’s not helping that you’re squirming, almost frantically, right over johnny’s crotch. ghost lets out a laugh at the pleading look soap tosses him.

“now maybe if you two weren’t such brats i wouldn’t have to teach you lessons like this.”

the three of you had gathered in ghost’s office on your lunch breaks just to be around each other for a bit since each of you were busy doing your own paperwork that needed to be done. you and soap sat in the cushioned chairs facing his desk and you all munched away on your sandwiches.

soap did most of the talking and you commented here while ghost just listened. soap can never stick to one topic for long before he’s onto something else but you don’t mind, neither does ghost. you find it cute in all honesty. you’re both his favorite listeners.

you would’ve lost track of time while intensely listening to soap ramble on if ghost hadn’t glanced at the tiny clock in the corner of his computer screen.

“apologies on interrupting your rant of your least favorite lunch meats,” no one else but you and soap could’ve caught the playfulness hidden beneath ghost’s deadpan sounding words. “but it is time for you two to return to your jobs and not bother me anymore.”

soap groans and you slouch in your chair, also making a mental note of johnny’s passionate dislike for processed ham. “paperwork is boring though, ghost.” you give a poor attempt of pouting at him. “and you love when we bother you.” a true statement.

“boring or not you still have to do it, halo.” ghost leans back in his chair and hums, tugging his mask back down over the lower half of his face. he rests his arm back on the armrest, mirroring his other arm, and his legs are slightly spread.

what a sight.

you don’t even have to look over at soap to know his thinking the exact same thing. for a split second, both of you also think how you’ve scored one of the hottest men alive.

like, seriously.

wow.

“and same applies to you too, soap.” ghost says before the scot could say anything. the small tilt of ghost’s head simply makes him all the more attractive.

soap groans again but still stands up and stretches a little. “i guess we should get going and do our work.” he laughs softly and you stand up as well. “it would be nicer to be doing you though.” he winks at the lieutenant.

the joke is so corny you can’t help but laugh a little. but still, he’s speaking both of your truths.

“get going and i’ll consider letting you do so later.” ghost is quick to reply but he keeps his expression unreadable. he watches both sets of his partners eyes light up and shakes his head. “always need to be rewarded, can’t go a day without it.” he tuts loudly so you both hear his teasing and his shake is head.

“i will have it finished and on your desk within an hour, sir.” soap grins, leaning across the desk to press a kiss over ghost’s mask where his mouth would be. you follow suit and ghost’s heart nearly bursts at the gesture. he won’t ever tell either of you that

but he doesn’t need to, you both know already. you know him.

“i’ll have mine in 45.” you challenge and grin. soap rolls his eyes as he turns towards you, cupping your face in one hand.

“oh, you’re on.” soap smirks at you before kissing you gently. you don’t let him pull back, though. when he does try to pull back you chase after his lips and kiss him again. this only happens twice before the soft whine you let out helps soap catch onto your silly little plan.

he keeps his lips on yours and cups your other cheek while your hands go to his hips, thumbs digging into them just the way he likes. you let him nudge you backwards so you’re sat on the edge of ghost’s desk with your back to the masked man.

you both just go at it, for lack of better words.

ghost just watches. he makes no sounds and keeps his reaction hidden exceptionally well. the only time he moves is to catch the pencil holder you nearly knock over when shoving a hand onto the desk to keep soap from knocking you over with the force of his kisses.

ghost straights the pencil holder, slotting a pen that fell out of the container back in before he finally speaks. “paperwork. get on it. now.”

you two fly apart like you’ve been caught, like ghost hadn’t just be sitting directly behind his very misbehaved partners kissing intensely for a full three minutes.

“yes, sir.”

“i’m on it, l.t.”

“what? now you wanna give me puppy eyes and beg? now you feel sorry for what you started?” the stare simon gives johnny almost makes the scot nearly moan, “or maybe i should place the blame on you?” he leans back down and rests his chin on your shoulder, “i mean,” his voice drops an octave or two as he plants a kiss behind your ear. “you are the one who started up that little stunt. johnny was just being a good boy and following along.”

now, both you and johnny know the ‘no one is allowed to cum until i say’ rule is in place at the moment but my god, was simon making it incredibly difficult just from his words alone. degradation with just the lightest sprinkle of praise gets you and soap ecstatic and simon takes full advantage of that constantly.

“ooh you’re so worked up, si. glad my plan worked.” you’ve finally pieced enough of your brain back together to smart mouth again.

johnny almost shakes his head at you, almost tells you ‘now we’re really in for it.’ but simon is quick to manhandle you onto your back and latch a hand around your throat. johnny whines from the pressure of your back against his clothed, leaking cock and you whine from the pressure simon puts on your throat. a shameless moan rips from you when simon gives a little squeeze.

simon leans in close to your face, giving you a stare that could kill. “were you just that desperate for me to fuck you that you have to go around plotting stupid little fuckin’ schemes for it to happen, hm? need me to fuck you as a reward for everything? must want me to if you had to come up with a plan to make sure it’d happen.”

and just like that, you’re gone again. every single thought being replaced by one’s of simon and johnny, nothing more.

your whole body jerks when simon’s free hand reaches back down between your legs and he uses his middle and ring finger to slowly trace over your hole, both to tease you and as a subtle way of checking that you’ve still got enough wetness to take him again. of course you’d still have enough though, he’s got you so worked up you’re shaking and johnny has tears of desperation starting to prick at his eyes.

“open.” the hand around your throat moves up and his thumb taps your lips gently. you obliged and simon leans down and spits directly into your mouth. you swallow with no hesitation.

johnny’s hips immediately buck up against your back at the sight, “fucks sake.” he breathes out and drops his head back to look at the ceiling.

“eyes on me, sargent.” simon almost growls. johnny hesitates for a second before looking back down at the two of you. it takes everything in john “soap” mctavish's body to not cum on the spot.

ghost has let you sit up a little and leave various hickies and bite marks along his chest. he’s let his guard down just a little and johnny already knows what he’s gonna ask. “i’m good.” he breathes.

“same.” you murmur as you bite down on that spot on simon’s neck that always makes him groan. with that, as quick as the soft moment came, it’s gone again and simon presses two fingers into you. “simon!” you’re caught off guard and whine.

“they’re so fuckin’ wet.” simon hums to johnny who smiles a little. you love it when they talk about you like you’re not even there.

“i bet,” johnny almost reaches out to pet the top of your head but immediately stops upon the warning look simon gives him. it takes simon all but two minutes before you’re whining and bucking your hips the way you do just before you cum.

this time, a tear or two does slide down your face when simon’s fingers leave you empty again. you want to beg, to plead with the lieutenant but all you do is pant and shake. “so pretty.” simon pats your right cheek twice, making sure to smear some of your wetness on your cheek. johnny chuckles when you toss simon a very annoyed glare.

“please.” you manage. the wrecked tone you say it in actually works and simon sits up, tugging you a tad closer to him, so your upper back is pressed right against johnny’s bulge. the movement makes johnny groan again but simon ignores him. why does johnny find simon ignoring him right now so hot?

“since you asked so nicely, darling,” simon hums, finally sliding himself back into you. johnny isn’t sure if he’d rather be in your position or simon’s as he watches simon pick up the pace, fucking into you fast and hard.

you’re falling apart and falling apart fast. you’re moaning, whining, whimpering, just the full show. you should be embarrassed at how quickly you approach your release (four minutes. still better than johnny’s record of about 25 seconds one time.) but it’s been ripped away from you so many times in the past 45 minutes you don’t care in the slightest. when simon shifts his angle just right and nudges into that perfect spot, you know you’re done for.

“can i,” you pant, clawing at simon’s bicep and squirming back against johnny who looks like he’s about to lose it. “please, sir.”

now you knew, you knew, what that title does to him in moments like this. it’s near impossible for him to not want to give you everything and more when you pathetically beg him like that.

“fuck, yes, go ahead let go for me.”

simon barely gets all the words out before you’re arching up into him and your orgasm hits you like a fucking bus. you’re swearing up a storm, simon and johnny’s names mixed in as well.

behind you, johnny is not-so-subtly rutting against your upper-back. simon glares up at johnny for breaking his order to stay but that look, that glare, that’s what has johnny smacking face first into his high only moments after yours. simon should’ve known that would happen.

johnny’s hands fly into your hair and he grabs which punches a high pitched whimper from your chest.

simon just knows he’s going to think about this exact moment frequently for the rest of his life.

simon stills his hips and sits up back on his haunches he watches you make a mess around his cock and johnny make a mess of his briefs behind you.

“where’s my thank you, darling?” simon hums as he slowly drags his hands up your sides. the touch is overwhelming but a good kind of overwhelming.

“th- oh god,” you breathe out when he pinches one of your nipples. “thank you.” you feel boneless under simon as he hums happily at your response. you can feel johnny panting behind you as well as the sticky wetness of his release on your upper back.

“johnny boy lost.” you giggle lightly after a minute or two of catching your breath and putting your brain back together. you tilted your head back to look up at said johnny boy behind you. he’s got a blush that’s spreading down to his shoulder making the freckles that dot them stick out even more.

johnny is staring up at the ceiling and his entire body is buzzing. “uh-huh,” is all he can think to say to which you and simon smile at. you swear your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of simon’s dimples.

simon leans over you and presses a kiss onto the center of johnny’s chest. “hey, i wanna kiss him.” you grumbled and nudged at simon to get off (and out) of you. simon plants a quick kiss on your lips before completing your request. you flip over and you’re on johnny in a second, the both of you smiling and laughing into each other’s mouths.

simon just contently watches for a few moments before tapping your hip. “oi, my turn.” he doesn’t mean for that to come out so playful, wanting to keep up the tough guy act right now, but he can’t help it. you roll onto your side next to johnny. johnny waves simon over and pats his thighs. simon shuffles forward and straddles the other man’s hips.

johnny looks so small with simon seated in his lap despite them being near the same height. the scottish man has to tilt his head up to get a proper look at his boyfriend’s partially masked face.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” johnny’s accent sounds thick as he presses a kiss to simon’s throat. simon only hums, a little worried that if he spoke he’d sound whiny. “take care of me and our lovely darling so well.” he wraps his arms around the lieutenant and plants more kisses around his collarbone.

you watch that switch in simon’s mind flip and he’s suddenly all mush in johnny’s hold, a soft whine slipping from his lips when johnny bites over one of the hickies you had left on him.

only you and johnny know how to flip that switch.

simon is only ever this vulnerable and relaxed around you two. his two. soap and halo, johnny and you. you’re the only two who can just make him melt on command. just piece the right words together in that gentle tone of either of yours and he’s done for, down for the count. he’s just ready to do anything either of you ask. that makes you smile as you watch them.

simon leans down and kisses johnny before any further praises are said. johnny immediately rocks his hips into simon’s and they moan into each others mouths. they start off a little slow but it doesn’t take long before they’re both desperate and rutting against each other like their lives depend on it.

you’re perfectly content just watching them fall apart against each other, soft groans and hushed praises filling the room.

you love it.

you love them.

crazy that your distressing, life-risking job has led you to the most perfect people you could’ve ever imagined.

you’re pulled back out of your thoughts when simon lets out the prettiest whine as he cums onto johnny’s stomach and his own. johnny had gotten riled up again and was shaking through his second orgasm.

you roll over to the bedside dresser and fetch a washcloth out of the drawer. johnny takes it and gently wiped off the both of them and tries to wipe you off but with a 6’4” soldier dramatically slumped against him in his lap it’s not the easiest.

“such a baby.” you snort at simon and take the towel from him instead so you can wipe yourself down. simon, affectionally, flashes his middle finger at you before he finally rolls off of johnny and squishes himself between the two of you.

the three of you lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence and getting comfortable cuddled together. you’re the first to speak again, “you know, i don’t think i deserved to be edged that long.” you flip onto your stomach as you look over at them.

“oh you’ve handled longer, don’t complain.” simon teases and he’s right. just a month or so ago johnny had you in tears after a full hour of denial and simon just watched from a seat in the corner of the room. johnny laughs in agreement.

“and you love it so now you really can’t complain.” johnny grins when you flip him off. simon snorts and tugs his mask all the way back down.

“are you not hot right now, mate?” soap taps the cheek of ghosts mask.

“i am.”

“then why didn’t you take it off?”

“cause you’ve both got a thing for it, especially you, sweetheart.” ghost nods towards you. well…he’s got you both there.

“well, you’ve got a thing for my accent.” johnny defends himself.

“and my hands.” you hum, drumming your fingers on simon’s bare chest. simon doesn’t bother to defend himself because you’re both right.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. “hey, how come he got off so easy?” you huff. johnny had only been instructed to keep his hands to himself and stay still. he ended up breaking both those rules in the end

“cause he turned his papers in at the time he promised. one hour. you took, two hours to finish yours.”

“i got distracted!”

“distracted by what exactly?”

“…thinking about you and johnny…”

“typical.”

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oh my god that Soap and Ghost thresome….. shocking, it literally changed my life <3 i know is soon but do you have plans of a Part 2? bossy Soap sound amazing ngl!!!!!

Ahhh I did not have plans for a part two but I'm already loving this.

Simon Says - Tell Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, spanking, choking, marking, male masturbation, slapping (very light, only happens once), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, threesome activities, feelings and fluffies, aftercare mentions.

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A/N: wow wow wow wow wowwwww I LOVEEEE this. I’m melting. It’s so sexy and pure. I love it I love it I love it.

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His room is different than Simon’s. While you’ve seen the spaces in passing, you’ve never had the privilege of spending time inside. Although, there are some obvious differences. Soap’s has a window, Ghost’s doesn’t. He claims to like the dark and privacy that comes with a solid block of a room, while Johnny likes the fresh morning air. Johnny also has a few lamps inside to illuminate the space when it gets dark, and Simon only has one. The last difference you’ve been able to note is the rug Soap added as a small statement piece, wanting to give his room a cozy touch. Ghost has nothing like that.

It’s humorous, your first time in a new place and those are the only details you’re able to note. A window, a few lamps, and a rug. Although, your superior didn’t exactly give you time to adjust, not with the way he’d rushed you in here.

And now that he’s got you in his room, he can’t keep his hands to himself. While shoving you up against the wall, Johnny’s hands gravitate to your waist, fingers squeezing you firmly. Your own hands are on his cheek and the back of his neck, keeping him close while his chest presses into your own. The both of you are still dirty from training but after the teasing you’d been dishing and receiving all day, you didn’t really care. Soap is still licking your neck like you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had, giving your salty skin a flurry of open-mouthed kisses.

For some reason, the three of you couldn’t stop staring at each other today. During breakfast, all throughout training, you couldn't help your wandering eyes, each of your lust-filled orbs glazing over the other’s body. You hadn’t connected in days and maybe that’s why you all felt such a dire need to touch, to touch and grab and just be in each other’s company. And while that sounded sweet and innocent enough, you mostly took the opportunity to act on your naughtier thoughts. Bending over to grab weights you absolutely did not need, pressing yourself against the other while you stretched, taking off your shirts when you weren’t even that sweaty. And in the end, it only served to aggravate you all further, frustrated with having to restrain yourselves and wait, wait until your next opportunity. But while you and Simon know the word ‘opportunity’ to mean the next time you’re all alone, Johnny understands it differently.

Somehow, some-fucking-how, Soap was able to sneak in a kiss to your neck. How nobody saw is beyond you, but that was the drop of gasoline your fire needed to burn even brighter. And now, he’s mouthing at your neck like he’ll never get the chance to again.

“Johnny,” You’re panting against him, feeling those strong hands reach for your ass.

He’s grabbing you, pawing at you like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. And it basically is - this is the first time you and Johnny have shared an intimate moment by yourselves.

“Goddamn tease…”

“Wha -” Giggling, you hum pleasurably, feeling his teeth nip your skin. “What are you talking about?”

Moving the hem of your shirt down with his lips, he suctions them to your collarbone, digging his fingers into the softness of your ass. And when his hips push forward, grinding into yours, you finally let out a tiny, airy moan.

“Baby…”

“Like that,” He grunts out, “Love that.” And you know it’s because nobody else ever calls him that. “Lovely lass,” Johnny’s lips drag along your skin while he mumbles, feeling your fingers comb through his long tuft of hair. “Gorgeous body, hidin’ from me.”

“Hiding?” You laugh before gasping, his head rising to mouth at your lips. It’s deep and passionate, quieting you on the spot.

“Beneath all these clothes.” Soap breathes out against you, azure eyes meeting your own. “Just takin’ off your shirt, eh? Fooling everyone but me…”

Staring up at him, you smile, unable to help yourself. Soap is just so beautiful, those deep blue eyes a sea you continue to get lost in. And his height only serves to fluster you more, his towering frame making you feel oh so small, so tiny. Both him and Simon continue to use their strength and size against you, turning your toned frame into jelly.

“You just wanted to tease…” He continues on, that accented voice becoming raspy. “But you shouldn't have let them see.” The longer you’ve been with your boys, the more possessive they’ve become over you. And to say you didn’t favor this would be an ungodly sin.

During every interaction since your first, you’ve seen Soap in a submissive light. He’s beyond willing to please Simon, and more than eager to pleasure you. But right now, he’s showing a different side of himself. It’s clear he’s been yearning for this, for some alone time with you. And without Simon around… his dominance is shining through.

But Ghost should be joining the two of you soon; the only reason he hasn’t already is because of his required attendance for Price’s debriefing. Seeing the two of you eye each other throughout the day made him grin, imagining what was sure to happen in the hours to come. But when he couldn’t follow the two of you back after training, it was beyond aggravating to him. Usually, he was attentive during these meetings, but right now, he can’t stop thinking about what the two of you must be doing.

“You’re my lass?” He asks, his voice speaking so kindly to you. “My sweet bonnie?” For a split second, he removes himself from you, but only to take off his shirt. And you’d stare at his naked torso if his eyes weren’t demanding your gaze.

“Yes, baby.” Nodding, you stare up into those deep blue orbs, gasping quietly when he shoves a hand into your pants.

He cups and then rubs you, feeling the dampness of your panties before pulling them to the side. And then, he’s running the tip of his index finger along your slippery, delicate lips, his eyes fluttering shut from it.

Your rotating hips encourage him to move, to continue on with his intentions. And when he finally sinks his digit into your warmth, you sigh, hands clinging desperately to him. Fingertips digging into his bulging forearms, you feel them flex, keeping a stern hold on you.

“Opening up quite nicely, aren’t ye?” Kissing your cheek, he smiles, already adding a second digit. He’d only pumped the first one into you a handful of times before doubling the width, his knuckles dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Baby,” Your thighs are already quivering when you cry out quietly, “B-Baby.” Shoving your hand against his bare, firm abdomen. But Johnny sighs, shaking his head.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, no…” Curling the tips of his fingers, he plunges them into your center, covering your mouth with his own to quiet your high moan.

Johnny just adores the way you kiss, the way you use your tongue and lips. He fell in love with it during your first embrace, and has craved it ever since. His ardent moans roll into your open mouth, your tongues sliding against each other’s while his fingers ram up into you.

“Fuck,” Giving his head a quick shake, his eyes open to look directly into your own. With a nod, he commands, “Get on the bed.”

The order is made with a breathless voice, his chest heaving from the excitement of it all. When he finally lets you move away from the wall, he grins, watching you rid yourself of your shirt and pants. Fumbling onto the bed, you sit, and Johnny immediately kneels before you.

“Let me take care of it.” His voice is low, but sweet, kissing your inner thigh while he finishes pulling your pants down.

“Johnny…” Gently, you cup his face, watching as he turns quickly to kiss your palm.

But then he’s standing, shoving his pants and boxers down while you unclip your bra. You want to feel him, every inch of him. And now that you’re able to, you take him in, eyeing the firm skin covering the muscles in his chest and abdomen. Johnny’s naked body was truly made by the gods, just the perfect amount of muscle with all the right proportions. And his hair… a thick blanket covering his pectorals, with a light dusting of the dark curls over his abs as well. And beneath his naval lies that cheeky little trail inching down to his pelvis, surrounded by a sprinkle of shorter curls on either side. And even though his hair is thick and dark, you can still see his muscles so very clearly. The definition in them alone was enough to make you drool. And all at once, you sigh, feeling utterly lovestruck by him.

Quickly, you’re pulled out of your lovey haze, feeling Soap’s body push you back as he climbs onto the bed. Shoving his hands beneath your arms, he manhandles you into the position he wants, placing your head on the pillow while shoving his pelvis between your legs. Diving down, he groans, immediately moving to suck on your breasts.

“Yes, Johnny…” Tugging at his hair again, you moan, sighing airly. Arching your back, you shove yourself up against him, yelping quietly when he nips at your flesh.

“You know how hot it is to see you like that?” He says to you gruffly, sucking on the tender skin of your side boob. “Your body flexing… all sweaty and breathless. Just how you are when Simon fucks you, yeah?”

While you’re swooning for Johnny’s more dominant side, those sweet, submissive traits can’t help but still shine through as he’s quickly begging, “Can I see what it’s like, lass? Please? Simon says it’s heaven in there.”

You didn’t think he’d actually ask and the fact that he’s outright begging for you, not Simon this time but you, is making your heart pound in your chest.

“Wanna connect with you, babe. Just you and me.” And how could you say no to him? Your sweet Johnny.

It takes less than two seconds for you to nod your head rapidly, grabbing either side of his face and guiding his lips down to your own. And while leaning into your loving embrace, he shuffles forward, one hand sliding down to grip himself at the base. He’s breathing heavily, ripping his mouth away from you to stare down at where you’re inches away from connecting.

“You want a condom, babe?” He checks in last second, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with everything.

“I just want you.” You’re whining, reaching out for him. Just like you do for Simon.

Lifting his head, he eyes you. “Leannan.” He states, wanting a real answer from you. (Darling)

“Johnny,” Mewling quietly, you nod. “I have an IUD, baby. Remember?”

And then he’s softening. “I do…” Leaning in, his lips connect with yours once again, just as he enters you.

The stretch of him forces a small cry from your throat, head turning to bury your face into him. And while it’s so much you still reach for him at the same time, grabbing the muscular flesh of his thigh. Pulling him in, he’s compliant, completely sinking into you.

“Fuck me,” Dropping himself back down, he presses his chest to your own, keeping himself still.

The way you welcome him is better than he’d imagined. You’re warmer, tighter, than anything he’s experienced. And so soft, your insides so velvety and smooth. But then, it’s overwhelming him. You’re already fluttering, squeezing gently around his girth over and over again. Barely giving you time to adjust, he moves; but it’s slow, careful. He still wants to be gentle with you.

The way your fingers slide over his head and through his hair makes him fall for you all over again. You’re holding him, caressing him gently while your wanton moans float directly into his ears. And with every sensual thrust, he can feel the soft jiggle of your tits, his head tilting down to watch them. Whenever they move, his jaw drops with a moan, his mouth breathing hotly right against your ear. And then he gives you a particularly forceful thrust, just to watch your soft chest bounce a little more. But with that thrusts comes the forceful claw of your nails trailing down his back, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest.

“You gorgeous goddamn thing.” It’s forced out with a breath, his eyes closing as he grins. “You do that again and they’re all gonna see.”

“Why do you think I’m doing it?” Easily, your lips find his ear, kissing the lobe before sucking on it gently. It’s a weakness of his, but to be fair, your lips have become a general weakness for him.

Even with your nails digging into his skin, he hasn’t eased his pace. It’s gentle but building gradually, the bulging veins on his shaft repeatedly dragging against your sensitive insides. And the way he feels inside you is so different than Simon. The way he moves is just so… him, the way he moves and speaks and fucking breathes. It’s so beyond satisfying to finally have him this way, to be so intimately close with him after having only dreamt of it.

“Johnny,” You can barely get the whimper out before you’re leaning in, teeth biting into the column of his neck.

And that only spurs him on. That, and the feeling of your hand on his ass, urging him forward with ardent impatience. Pulling him in, you’re desperate to feel that hard shove once again, to feel him prod against your most sensitive spot.

“Spittin’ Jesus,” Johnny moans into your neck, and you giggle briefly from the Scottish phrase.

Lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts only serves to fluster him further, his dominant hand slithering up behind your head. Gripping your hair, he yanks your head back, hissing directly into your ear, “I’ve needed this.” Quickening his pace, he listens to your airy, girlish sounds, turning to press his forehead to your temple. “I’ve needed it.”

He’s losing himself in you, in the way you’re holding and encouraging him. And to see him so openly wanting and vulnerable only makes your affection grow for him.

“Johnny, I, I…” You’re trying to breathe, swallowing thickly before finishing your sentence. “Fuck, I fucking adore you, baby.” You want to say it, to whisper it into his ear. But it doesn’t feel right without Simon here. “I’ve always wanted you…”

“That’s it.” Grunting, he hauls himself up, pulling out of you and then reaching for your hips. “We’re done with this.”

Before you have time to be confused, he’s pulling you up and then shoving you face-first toward the end of his bed. Taking hold of your hips, he drags them into the air, heaving out a hurried breath along with it. And with the pleasure he’s already forced through your body, you move with him easily, almost limply, and with a drunken smile growing lazily on your pretty face.

Immediately, he’s returning to your warmth, lifting a leg so he can fuck you into the matress. You’re shocked by his force, having expected him to be softer, kinder. It’s honestly harsher than even Simon has yet to treat you, and harder than you can bear. Truthfully though, you don’t really care. It’s a new experience, a new sensation altogether. The way he forces his tip against your most sensitive inner skin, it already has you on the brink of bliss.

“Jesus, he was right.” Shaking his head, Johnny breathes out, “It’s fucking heaven with you.”

“Baby, p-please.” Fisting the sheets, your mouth hangs open, feeling the strength of his body and the power behind his thrusts. It’s pathetic, the way drool slips past your lips, the way you go fucking dumb from it. This is everything, everything you’ve wanted with him.

Leaning down, Johnny wraps an arm around your midsection, bringing you up with him. His chest presses against your back, the muscles tensing beneath his skin. And then he does something incredibly unexpected. As soon as you’re leaning back into him, his other hand rushes up, taking hold of your throat.

“Please what? Huh?” His lips are murmuring against your ear, your tiny grunts a symphony of everything he’s ever wanted to hear.

Lifting your own hands to grip his forearm, you sigh, ready to answer him until you hear the doorknob turning. Instantly, both your eyes and his flash to the door, watching the hallway light spill into the room as it’s opened.

He didn’t knock, why would he? There are no secrets between you three, aside from that of Ghost’s face. But that wasn’t important to you and Johnny. He’d been searching for you both, finally ending up at Soap’s door. And usually, he’d enter freely, but when it comes to seeing you two fucking like bunnies, he stops right in his tracks, and so do the two of you.

The moment stills, completely freezes in time. That is, until your natural instincts seem to come back into existence. Helplessly, needily, you reach out for him. Gasping, you cry quietly, “Simon.”

He’d intended to watch for a moment, lean up against the doorframe with his arms crossed while observing the two of you. But he’s grown to call you his little, his little girl, his precious thing, his perfect world. And so, he closes the door, rushing over to you and kneeling slightly. Grabbing your open hand, he places your palm on his covered cheek, keeping your gaze in its entirety. And then he’s shoving the edge of his mask up, reaching out to hold your face before pressing his mouth to your kiss-swollen lips. It’s one kiss, one searing kiss, meant to reassure and calm you.

Johnny’s arms don’t leave you when Simon gets close. If anything, he holds you tighter, happy that your little family is together again.

Releasing a sigh, Simon then rises to his full height. You’re still reaching for him, your hands settling on his toned yet covered abdomen. And Simon lets you hold him while his gaze settles on Johnny.

Staring at him, he tilts his head. It’s interesting, seeing his lover be so dominant.

Reaching forward, Simon pinches Johnny’s chin. “This is new.”

At this, he whines, swollen cock throbbing inside you. And Simon grins, leaning in to kiss him, too. Johnny accepts this wholeheartedly, of course, moaning against Simon’s gentle mouth. “You enjoying yourself, love?” He whispers against Johnny’s lips, eyes flickering up to his.

Nodding, Johnny breathes out a slow, “Yes…”

“Yeah…” Eyes scanning his lover’s features, he nods. “Think I might be enjoyin’ it, too.”

Turning your head, you release a whining grunt, big puppy-eyes staring up at your men. And with his smirk growing, Simon tilts his chin down so he can return his gaze to you.

“Cute thing.” He tuts, tapping your chin. “Johnny, keep going.”

Breathing out a disbelieved sigh, he questions quietly, “What?”

But Simon’s already walking away, standing in the center of the room as he faces the two of you. And then those broad hands, those broad, strong and talented hands, lift to his shirt.

“I said, keep going.”

Almost instantly, Johnny’s hips are moving, gradually slapping against your ass. Simon’s chest blooms with pride, watching both sets of eyes focus on him. Even though you’re fucking each other, in the middle of the most intimate moment that the two of you have shared, you’re staring at him.

With nimble fingers, he undoes his quarter zip, unhooking the weapons he still had, as well. And when he’s finally shirtless, your eyes widen, whimpering quietly for him. Him, and Johnny.

Ghost’s body is so gloriously him - his muscles thick and beefy, not necessarily toned like Johnny’s. And he doesn’t have as much hair, either. In general, Simon’s hair is much lighter than your other lover’s. You have the best of both worlds on either side of you - a deep brunette and a dirty blonde. And in both cases, the carpet matches the drapes.

Shucking his pants down those muscular legs, he steps out of them and toward the bed. Your insides light up with another surge of excitement as he climbs on, kneeling in front of you. In just his boxers, he sighs, watching your body rock from the force of Johnny’s love. And then his eyes dip down, your bouncing chest making him groan. Licking his lower lip, he reaches out, cupping and fondling you sensually. His fingertips press into your skin, gently squeezing you over and over again. But then, Simon’s left hand finds your face again, bringing you in for another kiss. Only this time, he doesn’t leave after just one connection. When you hurriedly lean into his hold, he sighs into your open mouth, already feeling your tongue. And just as quickly, his own dives in, opening your lips so he can explore your mouth.

What a perfect way to relax after a long day.

“How’s he feel, love?” Simon mumbles against your lips, “How’s Johnny feel inside your sweet pussy?”

The gradual slide of calloused fingers moves across your pelvis, Simon’s hand lowering further and further until it meets your puffy sex. Staring into your eyes, a smirk splays out across those soft lips, his fingers parting easily around your stuffed hole. A mischievous purr rumbles from his throat as he tilts his head, feeling the thickness of Johnny plunging into you over and over again.

“Feels pretty good to me.”

Johnny’s still holding your throat, shoving his face into the crook of your next as he moans. You can feel his scratchy stubble, can smell his natural scent.

“S-So good,” Grunting from his force, you gasp. “So different from you.”

“What’s that mean? I’m not good?”

“Simon.” With a frustrated whine, your eyes bore into his, offering your prettiest, poutiest look.

He only chuckles. “I know, princess. I’m only teasing…”

The tips of his digits rise to the peak of your sex, rubbing you carefully. His free hand lowers to your hip, keeping you in place for him, for both of them.

“Think you’ll want this again?”

“Yes.”

“Mm…” Leaning in with a groan, he embraces you, lips devouring your own. But then Soap’s thrusting a little harder, forcing himself inside just a little faster, and it’s making you gasp. You almost can’t do anything back, your lips unable to return Simon’s affection adequately. But he doesn’t mind, he just keeps going, licking languidly into your open mouth.

“What do you want from me, Johnny?”

It’s adorable, the way his resolve falters whenever Simon speaks in his direction. Breathlessly, he inquires quietly, “What?”

Soap lifts his head from your neck to look down at his superior, watching his tongue explore your moaning mouth. But he doesn’t return Johnny’s gaze when he responds. “You seem to be in charge here, let’s see where this goes…”

Simon’s never given in like this before, but then again, he hasn’t seen Johnny like this before, either. And he wants to give him this freedom, to see what it’s like on the receiving end.

“Tell me what you want, love. Tell me.”

“Simon,” Gasping, he stills, “I need, I miss your mouth…”

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta ask a little better’n that.” This time, he does look up, dark eyes meeting those sweet, indigo orbs. “Tell me what to do, love; make us yours tonight.”

Ghost’s words prompt a sudden surge of passion to rise from within your depths, your chest heaving from it. Reaching around, you grip the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck, turning your head to kiss him. And the whine it drags out of his throat is adorable, his sigh fanning out over your face when he listens to your soft moan as he pulls out.

“Suck me off, Simon.”

Grinning, he nods. “Alright, then.”

“Johnny,” Comes your small whimper, lashes fanning as you look up to him. “What about me?”

Your quiet and girly voice makes him happy, makes him want to give you everything he can. Splaying a hand across your lower stomach, he brings you in, warm lips pressing to your cheek.

“Want you to ride me, lass.”

Fronwing, you look at him, and then down at Ghost. “B-But, I…” Confused, you turn back to the sergeant.

“Uh-uh,” He grins, and you love seeing Soap so cocky. Lifting a finger, he taps his lower lip. “Up here.”

This time, you and Ghost wait to move. Watching Johnny shuffle back, he sighs, making himself comfy on the bed. He grunts quietly, shifting his hips up as he settles in. And when he witnesses the two sets of lustful eyes staring right at him, he grins.

“You lot waiting for somethin’?”

Spinning around, you hum excitedly, crawling up toward him. And on the opposite end, Simon’s shifting off his boxers and shuffling toward the end of the bed. Beneath the two of you, Johnny waits in anticipation, feeling excited yet unsure. He’s never been in this position before.

Chuckling, Simon reaches forward to give your ass a playful smack. “Smells like you down here.”

“I believe it.” You remark right back, a smirk on your own lips. “Made myself at home down there.”

“‘S that right?” Johnny grins, feeling the weight of your body rest above his abdomen.

“C’mere, doll.” Simon groans, unable to look away from the pretty space between your thighs. “Let me give it a kiss.” And Soap lets him, because he knows he has all night with the two of you.

Lowering your head to Johnny’s chest, you arch your back, feeling the bed dip as Simon crawls forward on it. Leaning in, he puckers his mouth, giving your exposed lips a sloppy kiss. You can hear the wetness from it, a small hum slipping from your lips when you wiggle your hips back against him. With a loose drag, his tongue slides up your sex, dominant hand lifting to give your backside a harsh smack, much harder than the hit he originally did.

“Don’t be greedy!” Johnny demands, listening to Simon lick you carelessly.

With both hands reaching down, Soap fists your asscheeks, hauling you up toward his face. A small squeal spills from your mouth as he moves you, a wide grin growing there, too.

“Yes, sir.” Simon almost taunts, lowering himself back down.

Returning to his own task, he settles over Johnny’s crotch, hot breath fanning out over the length of him. With his dominant hand, Simon grips him at the base, watching Johnny’s body jerk from the touch.

“Hmm… it’s been a while since I did this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” It shivers out of him, like a wanton breath of air.

Before you even put your slippery lips on Johnny’s mouth, you inhale a shaky breath, lifting your leg and turning your body around.

“Wha- what’re you -”

Keeping yourself above his face, you now turn toward Simon. And with a sultry exhale, you reply, “I wanna see this.” And it’s because you’ve never seen this.

Truthfully, Simon can’t remember the last time he went down on Johnny, and that makes him hurt on the inside. He’s failed as a partner, in that way. But it wasn’t necessarily all his fault, Soap just loved being the one on his knees.

“Christ,” He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as Simon gives his first lick.

“Wow…” Smirking, you eye him, watching Ghost’s tongue run along the underside of Johnny’s shaft.

It comes out in such a quiet breath that Simon doesn’t even hear it, he’s already too zoned in. As soon as Johnny’s taste is in his mouth, he’s done for. Drool pools in his mouth from not only the taste but the scent, his taste buds dragging along Johnny’s hair at the base before making his way up all over again. And what’s even better than watching Ghost’s tongue move on Johnny’s cock, is the way Johnny’s body is reacting. He’s twitching in Simon’s firm touch, hand still wrapped around his base. The tip of him has been leaking, his shaft glistening with you. And you’re sure Simon can taste you, you’re sure of it, and he likes it.

Flicking the tip of his tongue along Johnny’s frenulum, Simon moans, the air thick against his lover’s skin. And it’s then that you grin, fully sitting back onto him. The sound Johnny makes vibrates through your being, both of his hands immediately lifting and securing to your hips.

“Oh…” Tipping your head back with a sigh, you lean forward, letting your hands rest on the tops of Johnny’s thighs.

His lips devour you, hungry from the start. He can taste an unfamiliar tang that he attributes to his own precum as he licks into your fluttering hole, the realization making his lungs shatter in his chest.

And when your head comes back down, you meet Simon’s gaze, eyes boring directly into his. He has his entire mouth around Johnny now, slowly engulfing his tip. Brows raising slightly, your lips part in silent shock, unable to look away from him. And with a loud pop, he’s releasing Johnny’s tip, and bringing himself up to you.

“C’mere…” That deep voice beckons, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

Easily, willingly, you meet with him, each of you hovering above Johnny’s body. While you grind back onto his gorgeous mouth, and Simon strokes him with his hand, your lips meet in a heated clash. Simon forces his tongue into your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your neck.

“I saw that look on your face,” Simon muses, kissing you sloppily. And the thick squelch of his hand on Soap’s cock has grown loud, your face burning brightly from it. “You like seeing me with a cock in my mouth?”

“Simon,” Whining, your eyes pinch shut, feeling Johnny angle your hips upward a bit. He uses this new leverage to reach your clit, sucking it between his lips. “Fuck yes.”

“Yeah,” He returns with a cocky half-grin. “I know you do.” Simon’s voice is heady and thick, his hands unrelenting in their grip on both you and your sergeant.

Grabbing two fistfuls of your ass, Soap then spanks you, urging you to put more of your weight onto him. Gasping into Simon’s mouth prompts his tongue’s exploration once again, your body rocking with how vehemently Johnny is playing with it.

“Christ, love seeing you like this, princess.” Breathing in, he shakes his head, looking into your eyes before peering down at your body. “Your pretty face, pretty titties…” And then he’s letting go of Johnny, reaching out to grab your bouncing chest. He squeezes one of your tits in hand before slapping it lightly, growling.

“I l-love this,” Is all you’re able to manage out before Simon is tugging on you again.

Spitting into his hand, he returns it to Johnny’s shaft while pulling you forward and ducking his head down to your neck. Here, he kisses you, licks and bites and bruises you. With shaky hands, you reach for his shoulders, clinging to the broadness of them.

“God, I want another taste of you…” He mumbles against your neck, breathing out a heavy breath. “Delicious little cunt.”

“Yeah?” Grinning, you release an airy moan, feeling Johnny’s stubble scratch your inner thighs. “How does Johnny taste, baby?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He then counters, lifting himself to see your pretty face once again.

With confusion on your features, your brows furrow, your head tilting, too.

“You know…” Chuckling briefly, Ghost finishes with, “I like seeing you with a cock in your mouth.”

Moving backward, he situates his hand on the back of your neck again, pulling you down. It catches you completely off guard, the force of Simon’s hand as he shoves you down onto Johnny’s pelvis.

“Oh, fuck.” Also shocked by the sudden motion, Johnny groans, feeling your mouth engulf him.

“All the way down…” Simon grumbles, listening to you gag while pushing your head further onto Johnny’s frame.

Shuffling your hands palm-down, you gather yourself, taking in a breath through your nose. And as soon as you do, you’re reaching forward, cupping Johnny’s scrotum while swallowing around him. Shivering, he sighs beneath your body, fingers pressing into the plumpness of your backside.

“Fucking hell,” John groans, his voice growing deep as he leans in, licking a heated stripe through your lips. “Choke on me princess.”

Surprisingly, you can actually taste Simon down here, the taste of his spit, the slight spearmint from the gum he normally chews. And strangely enough, it provokes a calming sensation within you, being able to experience both of them in this way. But just as you’re beginning to bask in this emotion, you feel the firm brush of something thick and heavy across your face. Eyes opening, you glance up at your much larger lover, immediately met with the sight of him masturbating to you sucking Johnny off. He’s tugging on himself with one hand, his tip occasionally running across your cheek and leaking precum onto it. The rush of adrenaline it sends through your body is ungodly, Johnny no doubt tasting a fresh wave of your arousal on his tongue.

Curling his fingers into your hair, Simon moves you up and down on Johnny’s cock, listening to your collective moans and the slick squelch of your guided actions. With loving motions, Ghost brushes away the strands of hair that have fallen over your face, holding it back so he can watch you go down on his boyfriend.

“Fuck,” It’s quiet, breathed out with a single head shake. “My beautiful girl.”

“That’s a good girl…” Johnny chimes in, and Jesus, you’ve never heard such praise from him. It makes your entire body shudder, hips rolling back against him. And he grins from your reaction, he saw how much you liked it with Simon.

“Jesus, Johnny.” Simon groans, yanking you away from his crotch.

With a wet gasp, you sit up, the motion unintentionally forcing your entire weight back onto Soap’s face. And he moans from it, fingers pulling you in and pressing into your skin.

Heady breaths escape Simon’s chest as he stares down at the wetness covering Johnny’s crotch, groaning as he once again reaches for him. “Wanna drink you down.”

The rumble of your sergeant’s whine vibrates through your core, which is now shamelessly rutting over the beauty of his face. And Johnny welcomes it, hips jerking from the feeling of Simon’s returning lips. Reaching down, Simon grabs himself in hand, swallowing around the thickness of his lover’s erection. And once again, he’s running a fist down his length, squeezing tightly and imagining it to be the hot velvet between your legs.

Holding Johnny’s base, Simon moves his mouth along the entirety of it, feeling his tip dive into the depths of his throat, drips of precum leaking from his slit. The taste shivers across his taste buds, drool already pouring past his lips. What spurs him on even further is the cry shaking out of your throat, your fingernails digging into the thick meat of Johnny’s thighs as you cum. You’re shoving yourself back against him, feeling his tongue repeatedly lap at your clit, his lips brushing over your labia again and again. And he tries to work you through it, tries his damndest to, but it’s impossible when the hot squeeze of Simon’s throat is suffocating his dick. Throbbing, he leaks into Ghost’s mouth, spurt after spurt coating his throat in the warm, sticky residue.

“F-Fuck, baby.” Even though Johnny’s mouth has stopped moving, you definitely haven’t. Rolling your hips, you ride his face, feeling your center quiver and drip onto his mouth.

Looking further down, you can see the forceful thrust of Simon’s hips, the shove of his cock into his own hand. He’s spilling over his knuckles, the thick substance dripping onto the floor. It’s enthusiastic, the way he’s rutting into his fist while willingly coaxing Johnny’s release down his throat.

“Simon…”

But your voice is fading, crackling in your throat. And your muscles are giving out, laying down across Johnny’s body. Sweetly, he turns his head, kissing your soft cheek. Rubbing your backside with both hands, he sighs, feeling Simon drag his mouth away from him.

It almost makes you feel bad, the way Simon immediately gets to work. He doesn’t often rest in the post-orgasmic bliss you and Johnny most often do. While Johnny’s eyes close, you keep your own open, watching Simon move around the room. With a grunt he stands, walking over to Soap’s desk to wipe off his hand with a few pulls of Kleenex. He’s still breathing heavily, still entirely naked, still sweaty from all of it. And even so, he returns, leaning down to open the trunk at the end of Johnny’s bed. He’s retrieving the extra pillows and blankets, tossing them onto the ground for your makeshift bed. Your boys were too big to share a cot, let alone all three of you squeezing onto one.

Smiling, you release a contented breath, watching him work to make the two of you comfortable. He cares so deeply for you, both of you. And he’s always seen it that way. Since you and Johnny came into his life, he’s seen you as his responsibility. His to care for and protect. His to love.

With a glance upward, he witnesses your watchful eye, smiling. “C’mere, love.”

Reaching out, he gestures for you to join him, and you do. Crawling gently off of Johnny’s body, you make your way onto the floor, now covered in the pillows and blankets Simon set out for all of you. And Johnny decides to just lay there, lids shut as he breathes in peace.

“Baby,” He coos sweetly, quietly, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

With gentle motions, he brings you in, kissing you softly. Your own hand rises when he does this, falling on his jawline as you lean into him.

“Lay down with me.” Nodding, you grin, eyes peering up at him. “There’s some tissues on his desk. I’d clean you up, but I’ve gotta get Johnny.”

“I know, baby.” Kissing the barely exposed bridge of his nose, you feel him release a breath, and not a happy one. He hates when he isn’t able to dote on you. “It’s okay, go get our hubby.” And Simon chuckles at the word, something you’ve only come to use recently, and you only use it to make him laugh.

The way you all settle is natural and routine. Your boys put you in the center, with the two of them situating themselves on either side. Regardless of the circumstance or place, you always sleep between them, they’ve made sure of that.

“Pretty baby…” Simon hums, kissing your forehead.

His arm snuggles beneath your head, laid mostly on his back with his body curled slightly in your direction. And you rest on the bulk of his bicep, snuggled right up against his side. And then there’s Johnny, your cuddle bunny. He’s spooning you, holding you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook and your neck. He even intertwines his legs with yours, reaching far enough across to have his foot touching Simon’s calf. It never ceases to make you smile; touch was always so important to Johnny. He often needed it to sleep, yours and Simon’s touch, your weight resting around him. After being with Simon for so long, and now you, he found sleeping alone to be pretty difficult. And if you were still new to this group, you’d assume Simon wouldn’t care about that, assume he’d be able to sleep fine without either of you. But even in his sleep, Simon still reaches for you. And if at any moment he doesn’t find one of you, his eyes open, searching frantically for the two of you. He’ll never say it, but he often has dreams about losing you, both of you. But that doesn’t happen right now, because you’re here. You’re both here.

With the weight of them on either side of you, it’s easy to fall asleep, but not before that emotional thought is prodding at you. The same thought you had when it was just you and Johnny, the thought you hadn’t wanted to verbalize until Simon came in, too.

“I love you.” Breathing out the words is easy, your heart tightening with affection. “Both of you.”

Johnny’s arms tighten, his weight pressing further into you. “We love you, lass.”

And then Simon’s hand, cupping your face and turning your head so he can kiss your forehead again. “We do.”

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shotmrmiller · 4 months

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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)

Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.

But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.

You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.

"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.

The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.

Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.

Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.

If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.

You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.

He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.

Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.

"Johnny?"

"Aye, bonnie?"

"Since when do you drink bourbon?"

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cheesit-notes · 10 months

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TASK FORCE 141

and how they fuck you

cw: MDNI!, fem reader, rough fucking, raw dogging it, riding (cowgirl), finger fucking, slow ghost, thigh riding, fucking in front of recruits a/n: teehee pls don't ban me for this Tumblr, this is 18+

soap who likes fucking you rough, and even rougher when in front of the recruits. not really into condoms, likes it raw kinda guy you know? don't worry, he'll do tons of foreplay for you. kisses trail from your face down to your thighs. will get down on his knees to eat you out, and mind you, he's as good as he says. he honestly forgets about any forms and sorts of dirty talk at this point because he's too busy, your moans do most of the talking. by the time you're ready, he's already superr impatient. his pants strained and he's leaking precum like a faucet, he's been so patient up until now so he feels like he deserves a reward. his reward being he gets to ram his cock into you with little to no warning^^ if you think being fucked hard and rough is the end of it, you're wrong. he's a cocky fucker, he'll fuck you in front of the recruits just to show them who's better.

gaz who has you ride him, cowgirl style. you could be on the couch in the common area or in his barracks on the bed, doesn’t matter. he’ll sit there and watch as you do all the work. at first you’re doing so well and he’s praising you for it but after a while, you start to get tired :( poor you. he knows when you’re slowing down and he can get soo mean. a hand on your hip as he instructs you to go faster, harder, until he has you slammed down, bottoming out in you. the entire time, he’s spitting out insults about how you can’t do something as simple as riding him properly. cums inside you, sticky hot white cum drips down your thighs as you try to get up before his hands force you down on him again. he’s just trying to keep the cum where it belongs so let him fuck it back into you, yeah?

ghost who, surprisingly, likes fucking you slow. really slow. so slow in fact you start begging him to go faster. it feels like he’s teasing you with how little he’s giving you, but he’s enjoying it. there’s two position you’re in: on your knees taking him from behind with his hand on your stomach, or on your back with his thumb pressed over your abdomen. has at least a finger over your stomach to feel the bulge as he slides in and out. shit gets him high. calls you his little doll ‘cause you’re honestly just laying there letting him do whatever. he cums just from feeling the bulge that’s his cock in your stomach. even after he’s all soft, he’ll still shove some fingers in. he’ll curl his fingers and they’re so big and fat, and god, even his fingers stretch you out. this’ll go on for hours until you’re a babbling crying mess who came just from some fingers. he’s got all the time in the world to play with his doll.

captain price who’s a more hands-off kinda guy. he won’t even fuck you until you’ve cum from riding his thigh. making a mess over his pants as your legs tremble from the sensation. shoves toys in your cunt in the morning, “quiet, i’know you can take it”, so by nighttime you’ll be all wet for him! he’s not rough like soap, and not slow like ghost, he’s just normal fucking. not too rough, not too slow, just right. trust, he’s got tons of experience so he knows how to please a woman. if there’s one thing to complain about, it’s his death grip on your thighs. it doesn’t stop at red markings that last for hours or days, there are bruises on your thighs that can last up to weeks. he takes making you unable to sit normally to a whole new level. price is like soap in some ways, he wants to show people that he’s superior but not as obvious as soap. he won’t fuck you in front of the recruits, but you will be riding his thigh during briefings with the team.

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suguann · 3 months

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✎. simon will do this, if it makes johnny feel better.

tags. fem!reader, established relationship (simon/reader), threesome, double penetration in one hole, slight size kink, dirty talk [18+ only]

featuring. simon, soap

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Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. Anybody will tell you: he can be a real nice guy when he wants to be.

And you don’t mind the extra company or another mouth to feed, that the flowers in the vase you put on the counter were meant for someone else, how Johnny gets flirty after his fourth beer, or—

“Fuck, love,” Simon grunts into your shoulder when he finally eases his cock into you beside Johnny’s. “I guess you can take it like a champ, after all.”

But you hardly hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and the creaky mattress below your knees.

Johnny thumbs away your tears while you tremble above him, cupping your face to pull you into a kiss so you have something to focus on other than the feeling of being split down the middle—it takes an extra amount of effort not to clench down when you already feel like you’re about to break in two.

“Look at you,” Johnny mumbles against your lips. “Never thought you’d really let me do this.”

Then he pulls out, slick heat gripping him the whole way, and pushes deeper inside, punching a shaky breath out of you.

He and Simon are in perfect sync, keeping you full while the other drags his cock out, only to fill you up again. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are—at how much you like it—a hazy cloud settling over you as they use you for their pleasure.

Because Johnny’s sad, and you have a thing for making people happy.

Simon sucks little possessive marks into your shoulder and across your spine, murmuring filthy praise against your skin that consists of “sweetest and tightest pussy, my perfect little fucktoy” and “so fucking pretty.”

“That’s it.” Johnny’s voice is low and strained, barely heard above the loud squelching between your legs, but he sighs it into your mouth as he slowly comes apart. “Fuck—ah—you feel so good.”

A hand dips between you to press against your belly, where you can feel them, hot and heavy against your walls, making you squeal as a little ball of warmth travels down to your toes and all the way to the tips of your fingers. Simon fists your hair, tugging you away from Johnny so you’re looking up at him upside down.

“So greedy that you needed two cocks to fill this soft little cunt, huh?”

You whine, unable to form an actual response outside of a few jumbled syllables, but a slap against your ass makes you whisper a shuddered yes.

He tells you to open your mouth before he spits onto your awaiting tongue, some of it hitting your cheek. When you swallow obediently, he smears what doesn’t make it across your lips with the thick pad of his thumb.

“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he sneers, at odds with the soft way he kisses your cheek and reverently chokes on your name. Neither of you hear Johnny groaning under you as you clench down hard at the possessiveness in his voice—because at the feel of his wedding band pressing against your throat like a brand, how can you forget?

Simon doesn’t share, but this, he’ll do. Just this once because you’re already his, and he wants Johnny to know what it’s like to have a woman like you.

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mykneeshurt · 4 months

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Trouble

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, smut

A/N - my brain doesn’t wanna write atm so here’s a drabble. Enjoy!

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Soap knew he was in trouble the minute he saw you. On loan from another specialist team to help with their next mission. Excellent infiltration skills, a quick learner, disciplined and loyal. He tried to stay focused in the meeting but to no avail.

He knew he was in trouble when the sunlight bounced off your skin, illuminating the droplets of sweat which trickled down your neck.

Fuck, your neck.

He watched when you drank, how your throat bobbed, how you gulped the freezing cold water. Never seeming to quench your thirst. He wanted to feel you fight for air against his palms, to hear your pretty little voice beg, plead for him not to stop. To go deeper. Harder.

He wanted to watch as you bit your plump lips, flashing your teeth as you smiled up at him. Rushed, stolen breaths, short and shallow. Pulse throbbing against him as you urge him to squeeze tighter. Pupils blown. Chest tight. Heart racing.

God, did he need you.

How your eyes would glimmer beneath him, void of any other emotion besides desire. How they would silently urge him to push you, destroy your walls, bend you, break you. How they would flutter and screw shut as he hovered his lips above yours, stealing your breath with each kiss.

How you played with your pen, fingers curling over the plastic, tendons dancing beneath your skin. How your nails danced over your skin, leaving little trails of raw skin in their wake. Desperately wanting to feel the sting of your nails along his back as they left a path of destruction in their wake. Scraping, pulling, grazing his skin making him hiss.

His eyes caught a glimpse of your thighs from under the table, muscular, thick. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wanting to dig his fingertips into your flesh. Bruising you. Marking you. Making you his. Wanting to push them open with his own, baring you to him. Imagining sinking his teeth into the most sensitive parts of you. Sucking. Nipping. Licking.

‘Hi Johnny!’ Your voice sliced through his day dream, forcing him to crash back to earth with an almighty thud. His eyes met yours as he offered a shy smirk.

Oh.

He knew he was in trouble.

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@brewed-pangolin @deadbranch

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kaydenverse · 1 year

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grocery emergency

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader x john "soap" mctavish

18+ MINORS DNI

genre: smut with fluff mixed in

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i swear i'm trying to get more works out i've just had a rough start to my year so bare with me for the time being lmao but enjoy this that's been sitting in my google docs for like a month

content warnings: gender neutral reader, phone sex, excessive swearing, teasing, switch reader, switch simon, switch johnny, quickie, price is so done, gaz is a little shit

summary: why the fuck haven’t we as a society figured out how to teleport yet? johnny’s got somewhere he needs to be and it’s not standing in a hallway on the phone on base.

“how much longer are we gonna be here, cap?” johnny questions as he lightly taps a stack of papers on the coffee table in front of him and straightens them out. he neatly sets them back down on the table before sitting up a little to stretch his back.

johnny sits cross legged on the floor in front of the polished coffee table. although it would probably be better for his back to sit on the cushioned black leather couch opposite of him where kyle had been sitting before he went to grab a file price had asked for. but still he swears the floor is more comfortable. his tailbone is starting to hurt though, he realizes.

he’s still going to sit on the floor

“i’ve got one more folder and gaz is going to bring another one in a couple minutes,” price sighs, his office chair creaking as he leans back into it. “we should be done after those and you'll be free to go, son.” johnny’s heart swells a bit at the nickname but instead of telling price that, he huffs which makes the captain chuckle.

the five of you had gotten back from a successful mission in moscow, just a simple recon, a few days ago. now you had to do the boring parts of your jobs, the long debriefings and the piles of paperwork.

you and ghost had remained tucked away at the top of an abandoned building with your sniper guns to cover soap, gaz, and price while they had raided the warehouse across the street. because the three of them had been in the main action, naturally, they had more paperwork to cover than the two who kept look-out from a distance.

but don’t get anyone wrong, of course the two of you still did a phenomenal job of dropping any and all of the strays who tried to escape the wrath of your three teammates. they were sorely mistaken when a bullet from your gun would lodge itself into their necks.

johnny sighs as he picks another folder up and flips it open. his mind begins to wander before he’s even gotten halfway through the first page.

he’s thinking about this morning.

again.

in all honesty, earlier that morning, johnny had deeply considered turning his car back around and called in sick because of how desperate and clingy his two partners had been while he had gotten ready. he to go in and finish up some leftover paperwork with price. he had swatted both your hands and simon’s away from dripping past the waistband of his pants.

“stop it.” johnny said sternly as he grabbed your wrist when your fingers began to work their way down his happy trail yet again. “i’ll be gone for barely half a day, maybe less, we’re almost done with everything. you can wait.” he snickers. you groan in defeat and slump forward so your right cheek presses up against his back. simon leans in the doorway of the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.

he would gladly stay and let your hands wander all over him but he knows he’ll be at least an hour late because johnny likes to take his time with you in the mornings. price wouldn’t be too excited about the late arrival. not after the last time that happened.

“i’ll just fuck simon then.” you resort, your voice still laced with drowsiness from having woken up to johnny’s 7 am alarm. you still keep your arms locked around johnny’s waist and one corner of simon’s mouth perks up at the suggestion. the messy blond hair atop Simon’s head that curls around the tops of his ears and the sleepy look in his eyes only makes your sexual frustration grow.

“no.” johnny says, plain and simple. he combs a hand through his mohawk. “wait until i get back home, both of you.” he locks eyes with simon through the mirror he’s standing in front of.

simon hums with his head held high as he strides over to the two of you. he kisses the top of johnny’s head, catching a whiff of johnny’s eucalyptus scented shampoo. he then kisses the top of your head that smell like your own shampoo. he makes sure what he murmurs to you is loud enough that johnny can hear too.

“you can fuck me all you’d like once he’s left for work, darling.” simon’s sleepiness adds an extra gruffness to his already deep voice. that alone nearly made johnny call price and ask to do the paperwork tomorrow.

nearly.

“sure, go ahead.” johnny turns around to face the two of you. “but if you do so and i find out, i won't let either of you cum for a week.” the almost cold tone of his voice as he speaks and the cocking of his head makes you go weak in the knees and simon grins. “and i always find out.”

“not always.” simon says in a very matter of fact way. the grin that plasters across johnny’s face is devilish. if simon hadn’t grabbed ahold of your hip when he’d kissed your head, you’re almost sure that your knees would’ve completely given out from how wonderfully taunting johnny looked.

“i pay good attention to detail, lieutenant, i always know.” he gives you a peck on your lips then simon’s before slipping out of the bathroom to finish getting ready for the day.

johnny is pulled out of his thoughts when his phone begins to vibrate on the table. normally he would let it send whoever had called to voicemail due to his current task but his heart jumps when he sees your contact name and the contact picture of you smiling softly at the camera. in that photo, he can tell you're looking at him and not the camera because of the look of adoration on your face.

he glances up at price who nods to let him take the call. you don’t often call him when he’s at the office and you’re home. you’d usually just text him and let him respond when he can so he assumes it must be important if you’re calling.

“hey, what’s up-“ johnny is almost immediately cut off by you speaking.

“can si and i please fuck? we were going to wait until you got home, i swear to god we were, but i feel like i’m going to fucking explode right fucking now. you can stay on the phone if you want to.” you’re so straight to the point that a cackle from simon can be heard through the phone.

johnny is ridden speechless for a few seconds at such a forward request. he can hear the desperation in your words, you’re not even trying to be subtle at all. he blinks before he speaks again.

“sorry cap, grocery emergency.” johnny stands up to excuse himself. price is a tad confused but lets him go to solve the problem. johnny eyes clock above the door before walking out into the hall.

“you’ve got seven minutes. go.” johnny leans back against the wall with his free hand shoved into his pocket. immediately, johnny can hear the two of you begin to shuffle around. he can also hear the sloppy kisses that are exchanged between the soft thuds of clothing hitting the floor.

“simon,” you say in a stern manner. “let me ride you.” the bluntness in your voice makes johnny exhale a small laugh.

you will forever be a stubborn one in bed.

“but-“ simon sounds winded, sounds like you’d refused to let him take his lips off yours to breathe.

you had.

“ah,” all shuffling on the other end of the phone ceases at the sound of johnny’s voice. he hums in approval as the scot waits until a new recruit, who’s name slips johnny’s mind at the moment, to quickly shuffle past him and down the hall. they exchange a silent nod of greeting before the recruit disappears around the corner. “listen to them. since you decided to be such a brat this morning.” he then continues in a slightly hushed tone.

johnny can clearly visualize simon giving the phone a glare that he just knows simon just gave as he allows you to settle in his lap. the phone falls silent again and johnny grins proudly.

you’re both waiting for his next call of instruction.

always so good for him.

“well? hurry it up, you’re losin’ time.” johnny glances down at his watch to see you’ve both got just over five minutes left. the shuffling resumes followed but a pleased groan from simon. johnny knows that kind of groan from the many times he’s pinched simon’s nipples.

“no teasing,” simon’s voice has pitched up ever so slightly. johnny shivers delightfully at the small detail. “no time for that.”

“so needy.” you coo which you then follow up with a low moan. when the wet sounds of you picking your hips up and then quickly dropping back down spills through the speaker of johnny’s phone, he swears his knees almost buckle. he leans his head back against the wall and stares at the ceiling.

you’d both prepared for him to give in, touched each other before you’d called him.

he makes a mental note to praise the two of you on this silly little scheme later on.

oh, how he wishes he was there.

oh, how he wishes to sit himself on the end of the bed and watch his partners desperately pull orgasms out of each other.

oh, how he wishes he can see simon’s glossed over eyes peak over your shoulder and moan out a whiny ‘please touch us.’ to johnny.

“stop trying to hold your tongue, let it out si.” your sultry tone makes johnny let out a shaky breath.

oh, how he wishes he were there.

simon groans as the wet sound over the phone picks up in pace and volume. johnny clicks the volume up on his phone two clicks. any louder and anyone who were to walk by would very clearly hear sounds that one certainly wouldn’t make at in grocery store.

“three minutes.” johnny glances down at his watch again. he could swear his soul left his body for a second when he hears a faint gag followed by a chuckle from you.

“so fucking pretty sucking on my fingers like that.” your voice is much closer to the microphone now. you’d picked up your phone and held it as you ground your hips down onto simon’s. johnny can now clearly hear simon’s panting and shaky groans.

simon always likes to joke that if anyone, and i mean anyone, somehow knew just how pathetic simon could get at the hands of you and johnny, he just might have to kill them.

he’s obviously kidding.

maybe.

“johnny,” simon breathes out and johnny thinks he’s about to collapse. the name is muffled, almost slurred really. your fingers pressing down on simon’s tongue force him to sound like that.

why the fuck haven’t we as a society figured out how to teleport yet? johnny’s got somewhere he needs to be and it’s not standing in a hallway on the phone on base.

unbelievable.

“you gonna cum for us, si? come on make it quick, you’re down to two minutes.” johnny hums and both of you make a noise of pleasure at that. the drop in johnny’s tone makes his accent sound thicker in the best way possible. on top of that, the time limit is exciting you far more than either of you had anticipated.

“fucking-“ you’re words fizzle out into a whine when johnny hears the way simon begin to meet your bounces on him. that skin-on-skin noise that johnny loves to hear so much grows louder. “i’m gonna fucking cum.” he then hears you drop the phone. he can picture the way you start shaking atop simon when your incredibly pleased sob fills johnny’s ear.

“there you go, just like that.” simon sighs as your fingers slip out of his mouth. he wraps an arm around your hips to move you himself. johnny’s hips twitch at the rasp in simon’s voice. he’s starting to wish he didn’t leave you both on edge this morning.

he should’ve known his two bratty partners would both do this to him.

“45 seconds or i’ll make you stop and i’m not touching either of you until tomorrow instead of when i get home.” johnny keeps his voice flat to hide how needy he’s starting to get.

that’s a lie.

that’s a lie and all three of you know it.

he’d have his hands on both of you before the front door is even fully closed and locked regardless of how long you take.

not even a full two seconds later, you’re squeezing your knees around simon’s waist. “come on pretty boy.” you moan out as you fall apart. and that pet name has him spilling into you seconds later. johnny can feel the tips of his ears burning bright fucking red.

he’s hard now and there’s nothing he can do about it until he gets home to you two.

“finished with 15 seconds to spare.” johnny’s makes sure you can hear the smile in his voice. “i’m impressed.”

“well having been on edge from this morning really helped.” you’re panting and feel like mush in simon’s lap.

“you’re an arse for that by the way.” simon grunts. johnny snickers and shrugs his shoulders.

“you liked it though, both of ya did.” johnny points out and takes the beat of silence as confirmation.”but seven minutes are up, i gotta go.” he says reluctantly. he feels like he should stick around for aftercare for a bit but he is unfortunately needed elsewhere.

damn that all of that paperwork, why can’t it fill itself out?

but he knows you two can take care of each other. he smiles at the thought.

“you brats both did so well. i’ll decide if that little plan is punishment worthy or not later. that was a genius plan by the way.” johnny chuckles. his heart swells both of your laughs. such wonderful sounds.

“i love you, johnny.” your voice is back next to the speaker again. his heart somehow manages to swell even bigger when you kiss the phone.

“i also love you, mctavish.” simon adds. he kisses the phone as well but only because you silently insisted that he did. he pretends to hate doing that.

“i love you both too. i’ll be home soon so please be good until then.” johnny says, kissing the phone two times for his two favorite people.

“be good until then” you playfully mock the mohawked man’s accent. simon can’t help but snort at that.

“very funny.” johnny chuckles. “and please actually go to the store, we need more milk.” he doesn’t notice kyle standing in the doorway of his office a few feet away with a file in his hands until he hangs up and turns to walk to price’s office door again. johnny’s face flushes at the amused look on his teammates face.

“how long you been standin’ there, mate?” johnny shyly slipped his phone into his back pocket.

“opened the door right when you were telling your brats how well they did.” kyle teases. thankfully, that’s all that kyle says before opening the door to price’s office and walks, leaving the door open for johnny to follow him back in.

but, kyle will be bringing this back up later over comms next mission.

and price is going to question his life choices when he has to get the four of you back on task.

he pauses so he can quickly… adjust himself… before opening the door to price’s office again.

“groceries sorted out?” price raises his eyebrows at the sergeant who once again seats himself in the chair across from his desk.

“sorted out.” johnny nods, praying that price can’t see how red his ears are.

price sees, he always does.

johnny flushes even harder at price’s next words while kyle erupts into laughter.

“now let's get this paperwork sorted and quick so you can get home to help with those so-called “groceries” yeah?”

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warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

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whiskeynwriting · 10 months

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Pretty Boy

John “Soap” McTavish x Scottish!Female Reader

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, size kink for SURE, oral sex (f receiving, brief mention of m receiving), squirting, PDA, fluffiessss, aftercare, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, some hair pulling (baby boy receiving), biting/marking, possessive Johnny (BABY)

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A/N: Johnny is younger here and early in his military life, maybe two-ish years 🥰 There’s also some Scottish Gaelic in here! As always, with the translations (:

Thank you @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading once again 😊

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It’s comforting, coming here, especially under the pretense of genuine fun. No longer visiting just to drink away your worries, indulging to simply forget. No, the first six months were filled with that, and afterwards, you’d had enough. You needed to live.

Pushing yourself to be active within your town’s nightlife was difficult at first. Before he left, there wasn’t a night where you’d make an appearance here without him. That extroverted energy was so abundant that it flowed to you, too. But being here alone is nice, it’s new, and serves as a fairly decent distraction. It’s also helped you cope with meeting new people, friends and those with the possibility of being something more. You’ve yet to entertain that idea yet, though, the… something more. That, you still couldn’t get past.

“Hey, love! Drinking tonight?”

“Why else would I be here?” Returning with your own question, the bartender grins.

With a shrug, Duncan responds, “Could be my good looks.”

“Yeah, yer bum’s oot the windae.” In short, yeah right. He often made you laugh, always being one to joke. “I’ll have some Scotch.” And just as he walks away, you specify, “Speyside.”

The atmosphere is lively tonight, as it often was on a Friday. In this particular pub, the lights dimmed when night rolled around, offering a moody ambiance. The music didn’t slow, though, the band only continued the same spirited songs. Here, you felt welcomed, you felt like you belonged. Surrounded by your heritage, traditional tunes and familiar faces, tart liquor and raucous voices. Smiling and conversing with your friends came easy, the small town allowing you to know just about everybody in the vicinity.

Friends from secondary school were enough of a distraction, pulling you aside for shots and dances. Even strangers made their way into your groups, becoming kin by the night’s end.

“His name’s Alex!”

Glancing over at the red-haired man, you force a smile on your lips. “Good to know.”

“He’s fancied you for a while, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know…” It couldn’t be more obvious, and neither could your disinterest.

The mere thought of fucking another man was honestly repulsing to you. And sure, you don’t have to fuck him, but that’s certainly where any night with Alex will head. Besides, you’re still so used to him, your Johnny. It hasn’t even been that long since you last had him. Longer than usual, but short enough to still remember.

“I’m gonna, uh…” Eyes darting to the side, you gulp. “Go to the bathroom.”

She feels bad, your friend, knowing she pressured you a bit. But she can’t help it, she just wants you to get over him. And everyone here agrees. There’s little chance of him coming back, you should just get used to that. And maybe you will, in your own time.

With slow steps, you take your time getting to the washroom, trying your best to keep your spirits light. It’s a night out, after all, this should be fun. And it was before that eejit came along to ruin it. He didn’t even do anything but he honestly doesn’t have to. He’s made enough unwelcome advances to deter you.

Just as you’re beginning to dwell in your sadness, you pass by the wall of polaroids lining this short hallway. It was Duncan’s idea, taking photos of all the regular patrons. Instantly, you’re drawn toward the picture of both you and him, that night a memory you still hold dearly to your chest. The pair of you look like absolute fools, you’re surprised you remember anything from that night.

“Now, right now!”

Your ribs ached from laughter as he pulled you in his direction, stumbling over your own feet like a little baby.

“Wait!” A hiccup popped from your throat, which made Johnny snicker. “I’m fair puckled!” Holding your stomach, you took in a few lungfuls of air, regaining your breath. But Johnny didn’t care.

“C’mon, bonnie.” He insisted, hauling an arm around your shoulder.

With your chuckles subsiding, you stood beside him, posing for Duncan to take your picture. Reaching down, Johnny grabbed your jaw with his dominant hand, pinching your cheeks and bringing your head closer to him. Your hands clinged to his side as he placed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, and that’s just when the photo was taken. Johnny all over you, pressing his lips to your face while your eyes pinched shut with a happy grin.

“My sweet bonnie.” He always said.

After your trip, you return to the bar, sick and tired of dancing and interacting. Inside, you’re not sure how to feel. The memories you have of Johnny are bittersweet. So much love and friendship, for all of it to dissipate into simply… nothing. Or at least, that’s what your friends would have you believe.

“Two glasses of Scotch, Dunc.”

As soon as that voice hits the air, your eyes widen, instantly flashing over to Duncan’s. While towel-drying one of the bsr’s glasses, he grins, giving you a knowing nod.

“Speyside.” The voice then specifies, finally prompting you to turn your head.

And standing beside you, leaning against the bar’s edge, is a taller, broad man. Arms lined with tan and sculpted muscles, smile bright and blue eyes even brighter. But the part that stands out the most, the part that makes him… him, is that longer stripe of hair running across the top of his head.

“Johnny!” Squealing his name, you throw yourself into his arms, already open and waiting.

“Bonnie,” That deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into your own, smile growing evermore. The familiar scent of sweet patchouli wafts from his body, chiseled muscles holding you against his chest. Your entire body tenses with excitement, butterflies erupting in your belly when he tucks his head into your neck - he still loves me.

“You’re back.” Your tone wavers a bit as you say it, feeling his nose nuzzle lightly against your skin. Lifting your hand, your fingers brush through the longer air at the nape of his neck, standing on your tip-toes to fully encircle your arms around him. His body feels firm, sturdy and muscular, even more so than before.

“Yeah,” He says with a soft voice, rubbing your back fondly. “Few months late, but who’s countin’?”

Leaning back, you scoff, giving his hardened chest a little smack. “Me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Johnny quips, rolling his eyes as he pulls you back in. “All in the past. I’m home now, baby.”

With the way you’re speaking to each other, you’d think you were still together. But that’s not how things are, not anymore. Not… officially. But with him returning home every six months, you’d come to expect these “surprise” arrivals.

“I was starting to think you’d never come back.” Admitting quietly, you release a contented breath. This time around, six months turned to ten, and your hopes were quickly deflated. And the advice and comments of your friends didn’t help.

“Hey,” He chastises lightly, frowning. “Don’t give up on me that easily.”

Sliding the glasses onto the bartop, Duncan pushes one toward you, and one toward him. With stars in your eyes, you watch Johnny lift the glass, Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes a swig. His biceps flex slightly as he lifts and lowers the cup, the gray fabric around his midsection hugging him tightly. The way his dark jeans tighten around his hips and ass also draws your attention, already obsessed with him all over again. And that mohawk, that signature look all gelled up and styled. A fairly new hairdo he’s kept for nearly a year now, and you’d be lying to say you don’t fancy it.

Taking a seat beside you at the bar, Johnny converses with Duncan, catching up with his old friend. And Lord, all you can do is stare; how you missed him. Even after so many months apart, you find him captivating - that dazzling smile, those beautiful, bright blue eyes. How could one man be so goddamn handsome? So pretty?

“Been keeping after her while I’m gone, Dunc?” Johnny quips, eyeing you from the side.

“Aye,” He nods, chuckling. “She’s been sendin’ all the boys home with their tails between their legs.”

“Ohh,” Fully turning toward you, he raises his brows. “Have you now?”

The boy's small compliments make a light heat warm your cheeks, and Johnny can tell. Reaching out, he taps your chin, giving you a small wink.

“Can’t blame them for tryin’ though, can I? Still just as beautiful, lass…” Leaning forward, he smooths his dominant hand over the top of your thigh, adding in with a quieter tone, “And just as fit.”

Your jaw drops into a wide grin, scoffing. “John Malcolm.” Scolding him playfully, you reach out, tapping the bulging muscle of his arm. And you suddenly find yourself wishing to touch it, hold his arm and squeeze it.

Duncan leaves the two of you be, knowing how long you’ve waited for this. He’s honestly the only one that still held out hope. The rest of your friends take account of Johnny’s presence, choosing to stay to themselves, as well. Looks like they were proven wrong.

“So, is life better in the military?” There’s a bit of humor in your voice, and a dash of flirtation on your lips. And while you try to make yourself seem confident and enticing, the fact that his hand still hasn’t moved from your thigh has you melting.

He shrugs, smiling. “I think so, yeah. Still missin’ you, though, lass.”

“Yeah, sure.” Looking back down at your glass, the warmth in your cheeks has now spread to your ears and neck. You hope he’s telling the truth. “What’s your rank now?”

“Corporal.” Pride positively blooms within him, happy that you asked. “Hoping to rise to Sergeant.”

“Impressive.” Tilting your head, you offer him a cheeky expression, eyeing him up and down.

“Still like what you see?” Johnny teases, fingers stroking the fabric of your jeans.

“Very much so.” It’s like every time he came home, he was that much bigger, that much stronger. It might sound silly, maybe even primitive, but Johnny seemed like such a man now. You’ve seen him grow since primary school, nearly your entire childhood spent together. And to see how he’s grown, it’s not only impressive, it’s wildly attractive.

There’s nothing more Johnny missed from civilian life than you, and that’s the truth. But when he was on base and training, he didn’t have much time to think about you. Mainly, these thoughts came into his mind at night, when he was lonely, or horny. A lot of the time, both.

Round after round, Johnny pays for your drinks, not letting you out of his sight. He’s scooted his seat closer to yours to where your legs are touching, his hand still on your thigh. Every now and then, he’s squeezing it, movements becoming firmer and firmer until he’s leaning in toward your cheek. Sloppily, he kisses your skin, pressing his lips into the plumpness of your cute cheek while grinning. He’s just so in love with you, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Johnny,” Laughing, your body tingles with happiness.

“Wha?” He questions, not backing away even a single inch. “Not want me to? Got some other lad’s eyes on you?”

“Fuck no.” Instantly, you’re turning your head to face him. “Only you.”

Those azure eyes flutter between your own eager orbs and your slightly parted lips, allowing your hands to lift to his face and bring him in. Familiar lips meet in the middle, pressing fondly together, one warm hand rising to your cheek as he moves with your kiss. This is so easy, comforting. There’s excitement to it for sure, but nothing entirely new. You’re falling into him, into his endless embrace.

“Missed you,” He whispers, mouthing at you. “Thought about you.”

At this point, you’re not even worried about anyone else seeing your overt public displays of affection. You kiss him like it’s an addiction, tongue slipping across his lower lip when you hear his sweet admission.

There’s something about you that lights a fire in his depths. He knows who you are, just as stunning on the inside as you are on the out. Not only are you a pretty little thing, with gorgeous hair and a smile that could kill, but you’re sexy as all hell, too. You’re the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen, even throughout his teen years, his life in the military, he’s never met anyone that even compares. And he can’t get enough of you, can’t believe you fell for him, too.

He’s not sure when he’ll tell you, if he’ll tell you, but he keeps a small booklet of pictures with you in it. No longer than a day or so goes by without him looking at it, and he’s thrilled to see that the real image is still better than the photos. At times, while laying in his cot at night, he wonders if someone else has finally gotten a hold of you, has finally swooped in and taken advantage of his absence. And clearly, others have tried, but you haven’t let them. They're not him.

Swallowing, you take in a short breath, eager to ask him your usual question. “Are you spending the night?”

Just like always, he responds with, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

By the time your feet are hitting the pavement, it’s late, the night growing chilly. But you can barely feel it, what with the energy rolling through your body. And the heat from Johnny’s hand only comforts you further, palm dwarfing your own with thick fingers wrapping around your much smaller ones.

“You been lonesome while I’m gone?” His tone hints at a bit of sarcasm, but you know there’s genuine curiosity behind it.

“Mostly.” And when he hears the sincerity in your voice, he’s pulling his hand away from yours and looping that same arm around your shoulders. Here, he pulls you in, giving the side of your head a kiss.

“I’m here, now.”

“Only for a little bit.” You grumble in response, only slightly tipsy. Maybe more.

Johnny’s quiet for a moment, sighing. “Don’t worry about that.” He’ll talk to you about it later.

Glancing over at you, he peers down, his height giving him quite the advantage when looking down your already low shirt. Your cleavage damn near makes him drool, forcing a rush of blood to the sensitive space beneath his pants. And he thinks he’s being sly about it until you look up with a smirk.

“Still fancy me that much, Johnny?” Again, you’re trying to act cocky, display your confidence to him. But on the inside, you’re burning up. All you want is for him to compliment and praise you, make you feel small and warm beneath him, just like he used to. And he knows that.

Turning, Johnny pushes himself against you, leading you backward into one of the side alleys along the street. It takes your breath away, a small gasp puffing past your lips when your back hits the brick. With his hands falling to your outer arms, Johnny releases a heavy breath, head ducking down toward your mouth. Meeting him halfway, you tilt your chin up, feeling the crash of his lips. One of those broad palms finds its way to your jaw, holding you in place while he licks over your lips. His movements are much more passionate than before, back when he kissed you in the bar. It feels hurried and heated, like he needed you right here and now.

“Of course I do.” He says between breaths, mouth opening to slide against your own.

His lips are soft and smooth, the taste of his tongue sweet like candy. And these sloppy kisses are John’s forte, all tongue and spit and it’s all so familiar to you. Heart jumping against your ribs, you feel Johnny’s free hand find your chest, softly massaging your tits.

“John,” Exhaling airily, you reach up with both hands, sliding them over his wide shoulders.

“Wearin’ such a low shirt, lass.” He whispers into your ear, lips brushing against the skin.

It makes you feel vulnerable, the way his hand sneaks beneath the fabric, brushing your shirt up just a pinch within the alley’s darkness. Here, he cups you over your bra, fingers massaging you firmly.

“Missed these.” Mouthing at your neck, he hears you whine when his teeth drag across the crux of it, tongue laving over the hot skin. And he makes his own strangled noise when your nails dig into the back of his neck.

“You’re so much bigger…” Whispering as if you’d be heard, you mumble against his lips, fingers reaching for the longer hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah?” That surely strokes his ego, pretty grin shining in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” Nodding, you bring him in again, laying your tongue out into his mouth.

“Christ,” He shivers, bicep bulging as his hand cups your face. “Let’s get you home.”

Dizzily, you stumble after him, feeling the firm pull of his hand in yours once again. With a lovesick grin on your face, you let Johnny lead you back to your flat. And the rest of the walk is easy enough, only being a few more blocks.

With a smirk, his hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans, fishing out your keys. Unlocking your door, his hand on your lower back guides you inside, shutting it in an instant. With already half-lidded eyes, he turns to you, licking his lower lip and reaching for you again. This time, your back meets the wall with a much softer embrace, Johnny’s arms looping around your midsection. Hands lowering, he finds the curves of your perfect backside, squeezing you gently while his lips return to you.

Here, in the comfort of your home, John begins to consume you, soft and slow. With one, passionate grab on your ass, he’s moaning, hot breath washing over your features. Trailing your fingers up, they tangle into the strands near the back of his neck, and he groans. Your nails scratch lightly over his skin, fingers pulling gently on his hair.

“Yeah…” Johnny’s liquor-soaked tongue continues to refamiliarize itself with your own, mouthing at you with sloppy licks and sucks. “Miss your fingers on me.”

“Miss feeling you, baby.” It’s like he gets more fit every time you see him, muscles expanding, body growing. His firm chest and stomach, strong back and arms, and that pretty face. “Johnny,”

Before you can speak any further, the hand not on your face falls to your jeans, cupping you eagerly. It forces a gasp from your mouth, immediately swallowed by him.

“Wanna taste you, bonnie.”

“Ugh,” Rolling your eyes up, your head falls back onto the wall as he begins sliding down. You were wondering when he’d ask.

This, in your opinion, is what he was best at. Sex with Johnny was always intense, passionate and heated, whether it was slow or fast. But using his mouth, that’s definitely his most valuable weapon.

Thick fingers undo the button on your jeans, opening your zipper to reveal your purple, cotton panties. And he moans audibly, fully settling on his knees so he can lean in to kiss them. Soft lips press to your covered mound, your hands falling naturally to his head.

“Sweetest taste,” He mumbles, mouthing at the fabric and pushing your jeans down to your ankles. Hooking his fingers into the hemline of your panties, you feel his tongue lave over the fabric, just barely separated from him.

“Johnny… please.”

He doesn’t listen, nor does he respond; he’s going at his own pace.

The humid fan of Johnny’s breath wafts across your smooth skin, pooling your panties on the ground, just above your jeans. Tilting your head down, you become still, waiting for his movement. With your fingers sifting through the longer stripe of hair at the top of his head, he leans in, sticking his tongue out and running it up your seam to poke teasingly at the peak of your sex.

“B-Baby,”

The excitement that shoots through your body is addicting, feeling him lick tenderly at the crease between your outer lips, tongue diving deeper with every stroke. He can’t fully get to you from this angle, not in the way he wants to, but he likes this. The teasing nature of it is getting him harder than ever, tip already leaking in his pants. So, he licks into you, fingers pressing into your thighs as he begins to pull them apart. Well, as much as he can while your feet are still trapped in your pants.

“John…” Already fisting his mohawk, you wiggle your feet, trying to ask him to take them off the rest of the way.

Hurriedly, he gives in, breaths heavy and fast as he removes your shoes, jeans, and panties from your feet. Quickly tossing them further behind his knelt form, he returns, forcing one of your legs up onto his shoulder. The strength behind his movements has you inhaling sharply, your calf draping down his back as he moves in. Instantly, he’s stuffing his tongue inside, licking directly into your channel. The way his tongue strokes you is languid, firm, caressing your inner skin fondly.

The feeling of being exposed in your own home is foreign to you, your legs open wide for him in the middle of your entryway. But you’re getting used to this again, used to him.

Flattening his tongue, he rubs it up your lips until he reaches your clit, the talented muscle swirling around it. Pausing, Johnny takes a beat to suck two fingers into his mouth before prodding the tips of them at your center.

“Yes,” Shoving your hips toward him, the back of your head hits the wall again, pulling him in by his pretty brown hair.

Smoothly, his fingers sink into you, your soldier moaning from the sting of your fingers and nails. From the moment he got his mouth on you, his receptive buds tingled from your taste. How he fucking missed it. He’d reminisce on these moments back on base, mouth watering from the memory of your taste. It made him drool, saliva currently pooling from the corners of his mouth. Sloppily, it runs down his chin, listening to the wet squelch of your cunt as it sucks his fingers in again and again. He pumps them into you steadily, beginning to curl them when hitting deep.

Lowering his tongue, he laps at your wet folds before returning to suck your engorged clitoris into his mouth. He suckles on it, whimpering softly when you buck your hips against him. With his free hand, he urges you on, cupping and squeezing your ass to push you further toward him.

“Oh my god, yes.” Rolling your hips, you grind yourself down onto his face, feeling his short stubble scratch along the insides of your thighs.

He lets you ride his face, rutting over his mouth like it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance to. Continuing to mouth at your juicy pleasure center, Johnny moans roughly against you, listening to your own wanton breaths.

While prodding at your core, he hits something special, shooting euphoria throughout your entire body. It forces your pelvis forward, body chasing its high. You can feel it rising, the heat coiling in your belly.

“Bleedin’ Jesus,” Johnny exhales, eyes closed as he devours you. “Dripping on my face, lass.”

“Johnny,” Whining above his kneeling form makes him grin, a low groan emanating from his chest.

“Give it to me,” He suddenly demands, voice lower and more authoritative. “Right in my mouth.”

His words have you quivering, stomach muscles convulsing as you curl down toward him. A shrill gasp spills from your mouth, watching those dazzling azure eyes open to stare up at you from between your legs. Punching his fingers into your cunt, the hot air of his moans floats directly over you, soaking into your skin. And then he’s opening his mouth, just as you begin to gush.

“John,” Your hips flinch from the force of it, Johnny’s free hand holding you up against the wall. His hand grips your waist, fingers bruising your skin.

Pleasure bursts through your body, shivering from your hips all the way up to your chest. And he holds you through it, through every twitch and quiver, through every high whine and tiny whimper. And Johnny just adores the way you hold onto him, fisting his hair while you ride out your high on his handsome face.

Johnny’s mouth remains open against your cunt, fingers slowing their pace as he swallows down your cum. Breath escaping him, he gives in to the incredible pulse below his belt, hips jerking ever so slightly. Dragging his fingers from your center, he drops his shoulder, allowing your leg to slide off of him. And then he’s standing, pressing his body against you before grabbing onto your face. In a much hungrier pace than before, he kisses you, holding the hinge of your jaw open and moaning when you let him lick inside.

Still dizzy from your high, you can just barely make out the wetness on his skin, your slick covering his lips and chin and cheeks. The taste of your release lingers on his tongue, lips sloppy as he swaps his spit with your own.

Something about Johnny coming home to have the sweetest, nastiest sex of his life just felt invigorating to you. Every time, it’s just as good as the last, if not even better.

“Fuck me,” That thick, deep voice, it gets you every time.

In the heat of it all, Johnny’s hands are lowering to your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his toned waist. Clinging to the sturdiness of his body, you hold his beautiful face, bringing his mouth back to you while he begins rolling his hips between your legs. Johnny’s moans, soft and sweet, a genuine melody, flow freely into the surrounding air while he grinds against you. He lets you lead the kiss, focusing on himself for just a minute. The wetness from your cunt wets the front of his pants, girth twitching beneath its confines. Desperately, he rubs himself against you, head lowering to rest against your neck. From the noises he’s making, the intense grunts and groans, you’d think he was fully fucking you.

“Johnny, baby,” You can feel him throbbing against your naked skin, and you want him. “Please.”

Allowing your entire weight to fall onto him, he picks you up from the wall, turning to stride toward your bedroom. Nothing about your flat has changed, not a single detail amiss since he last saw it. At times, he thinks of this place as his own home. Sure, he visits family, his mom, his sisters, but this is where he stays. Here, with you.

Kicking your door the rest of the way open, he walks inside, mouthing along the slope of your neck. He listens to your girlish sigh as he lays you on your bed, lifting your shirt off in the process. And you expect him to lay over you, return his attention to you, but he doesn’t. Standing at his full height, Johnny rips off his shirt before those strong hands fall to his zipper and belt.

Left in only your bra, you watch him, lifting yourself up onto your forearms to lean back against them. In his hurry, he doesn’t see your wanting stare. But upon realization of it, he grins.

“Look any different from the last time?” He asks, cocky as ever.

“Always.” Reaching out, you lay a hand across his abdomen, more defined than it was almost a year ago.

Johnny’s abs made your mouth fucking water, his toned muscles and firm pecs. And his v-line, fuck did that get you going. Hair scatters his entire abdomen and it just makes you want to lick him. He’s so well-built, so pretty and fit. He’s just so perfect.

Sitting upright, you lean in, hands falling to his sides as your lips find his skin. Warm and smooth beneath your mouth, you kiss him, tongue laying out to lick along the lines of definition.

“Christ, I missed you.” Shaking his head, he runs a hand over your hair, admiring you.

He hadn’t finished undoing his pants, so you take up the task yourself. His belt is easy enough, granting you access to his zipper. Sliding it down, you’re greeted with navy blue boxers, the front dampened from his excitement.

“You want it?” Johnny whispers, staring down at you with lidded eyes, petting your hair.

Your answer comes in the form of your next action, pulling him gently from his boxers. In your hand, he’s warm, thick and heavy. A glistening drop of precum falls from his tip, your thumb catching it before rubbing over his sensitive skin.

“Later,” He then decides, licking his lower lip with a swallow. “You can spoil me tomorrow.”

“What if I want to now?” Your voice is tender and sweet, eyes peeking up at him.

“You don’t have a choice.” Grinning widely, he dips down toward you, taking your chin in his hand.

Rising with his gentle tug, you return to your feet, leaning up into his kiss. Pressing into you, Johnny pushes your body onto the bed, lips never leaving. Easily, his hands slide around your back, undoing the clips of your bra while he moves to mouth at your neck.

“Let me see ‘em,” He whispers, dragging the edge of his teeth over your collarbone.

He drags the straps down your arms, discarding the last piece of clothing carelessly onto the floor. Your room is dark, the light switches empty of touch. But Johnny can still see you, the streetlamp outside your window illuminating his view.

While caressing your waist with those strong, calloused hands, Johnny stares at your chest. That warm tongue makes a home for itself between your breasts, licking up the sweet valley of your cleavage. Breathing steadily, you let him enjoy you like this, indulging in you all over again. Turning his head, he sucks on the slopes of them, teasing his tongue around your nipple until you whine.

“Baby, come oonnn.”

With a smirk, he’s wrapping his lips around one of your pebbled peaks, smooshing his face against your soft flesh. He sucks on you tenderly, lips moving in little, pulsing motions. Every now and then, his tongue will come out, laying flat against you. And the best thing about this, were the sounds he made. Boyish moans fall from his lips as he continues, completely losing himself in this.

Slowly, your legs wrap around his naked waist, warm and firm against your thighs as you pull him further in. The second you feel the weight of him hit your inner thigh, you’re releasing an airy gasp, feeling his shaft slide between your exposed lips.

“Oh, Christ…” Dropping his forehead down, he rests it against the center of your chest. Nestled between your velvety folds, he twitches, stomach muscles tightening with excitement.

With careful motions, he moves his hips, sliding himself against your entrance but not yet diving in. His stiffened length prompts your body’s aroused reaction, wetness coating his shaft while the noise of it spills into the room. Back and forth, his hips sway, listening to your timid breaths, your gorgeous body shuddering every time he runs over the peak of your sex.

“I just wanna lose myself in you…” Johnny whispers into the darkness fondly, tip catching at your entrance.

While your breasts offer him a comfortable resting place, he wants to be closer to you, closer to that pretty face. So, he lifts his head, pressing his hairline against your temple as he begins to slide in. Smooth and slow, he breaches you, one of your arms looping around his neck for support while your other hand grabs at his bicep. In unison, your lips part, moans slipping between the nonexistent space between the two of you.

The stretch is gentle, welcoming. There’s just something so specific about this, about the way you open up for him, the way your sex overtly accepts him. You welcome him in like you’ve been waiting for this very moment since the last time he left, which isn’t far from the truth.

Burying himself entirely in your tight heat, he throbs forcefully, uncontrollably. Once his pelvis meets your own, spreading your legs even further around him, your fingers find his hair once again. Running your digits through that feathery stripe of hair makes him sigh, a happy smile blooming right beside your cheek.

“Mm…” Johnny hums pleasantly, nose rubbing against you ever so gently. He could be so sweet, he was always sweet.

The hairs at his base scratch kindly at your delicate skin, your very center fluttering from the contact. Pressing further between your legs, John grinds himself into you, kissing your cheek while you adjust to his size. You’ve taken him countless times and still, his girth always seemed to surprise you. Even more satisfying was his length, never ceasing to hit the deepest parts of you.

“You always feel so good, mo leannan…” You’re whispering to him, the Gaelic words making his heart beat with overwhelming affection. (My sweetheart)

“I come back for you,” He suddenly says, huffing out a harsh breath. “Every time, it’s for you.”

When he says this, he begins to move, creating a steady yet languid pace. Upon his first reentry, he groans openly into your ear, that deep voice creating the loveliest sounds. Johnny’s moans were always so beautiful, not too rushed or frantic, but smooth and deep.

Lovingly, his head ducks down to your neck, reveling in the way you hold onto him. One of the things Johnny enjoys most about sex is the closeness, the body heat. The hand you had on his bicep loops beneath his arm, scratching slightly at his back while your other arm stays wrapped around his neck. You can feel every bit of him this way, every flexing muscle, every firm plane of skin.

“Jesus,” Your lover grunts, left hand sliding up the mattress to hold the back of your head.

Hot and clenching, you pull him in, stroke after stroke. And it’s killing him. You feel ethereal, like everything he needs, everything he’s been missing.

Hitting a particularly sensitive spot, you cry out a bit louder for him, soft moans turning into high whines and little whimpers. Fingernails dig into his sculpted back, feeling Johnny angle his hips just right.

“Yeah, right there…” Mumbling into your neck, he mouths at you, wrapping his right arm around your lower back. Here, he lifts your hips, encouraging you to meet his thrusts. And you instantly do.

With one arm holding your back, and the other beneath your head, he keeps you close to him, chests pressing together, stomach rubbing against the other’s. Already, he feels flush, panting and moaning from the way your entire body squeezes him, especially when your ankles hook around his lower back. That turns him wild, fucking himself into you like he’ll never get the chance to again, pressing his lips to your cheek before moving his head to find your lips.

“J-John, baby…” The small whimpers slipping past your lips prompts a certain cluster of emotions to form within him. You’re so special to him, so sweet and delicate, his perfect lass. And all at once, regret swirls inside his gut, regret for leaving you, for not taking care of you. He wants to, wants to give you everything he can, and he hasn’t been doing that.

Thrusting into you without abandon forces the breath from his lungs, breathing into your space, feeling your own wafts of warm air. Your kisses are passionate, gasps falling into the other’s mouth while your tongues dance together in messy patterns. It’s intoxicating, this feeling with him, the sensation you create when together.

Strong hips continue to pump his swollen length into you, head hitting the deepest parts of your being, shaft keeping you spread.

“Don’t, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” The way you sound, it’s everything he’s dreamed of since being gone.

“Beautiful fuckin’ thing,” He suddenly huffs, shaking his head. His eyes don’t open as he speaks, entirely lost in the feeling of you. “Mine, always mine. No matter where I go, how long it’s been…”

“Johnny…” There hasn’t been a moment during his past visits where he’s admitted something like this. It was too hard to admit while he was constantly away. You both agreed to part ways, ending your “official” relationship. And even though he always returns to you, it’s never prompted a continuation of what you once had.

Before you can register what’s happening, he’s pulling out of you and planting his hands on your hips. Flipping you onto your stomach, he slides back in, earning a shrill gasp from your end. With his hands flat on the bed, his hips bounce against your ass, breaths punching from his chest. Something comes over him, he can feel it and you can, too. Leaning down, Johnny’s mouth finds your skin, biting at your back. What first appears as gentle nips turn into mouthfuls of skin, digging his teeth in hard enough to leave marks - you’re his. The subtle sting, the rush of adrenaline it creates, it’s overwhelming. From this angle, he feels even bigger than before, the slap of his pelvis against your backside ringing throughout your bedroom. Leaning further in, Johnny kisses along your shoulder and neck, your skin wet from him and your own sweat. And then his dominant hand is sliding across your hip, lowering to grab a fistful of your ass.

Caressing his forehead against the back of your neck, he whispers, “Bonnie bell,” Entirely out of breath, Johnny admits again, “I missed you.”

Reaching around, you fist the hair along the back of his head, dry moans scratching their way through your throat. Shakily, you respond, “I n-need you.”

“You have me,” He’s confident in promising this to you. “You have me, baby.”

The sweet moment fades when you feel him throb against your inner walls, shoving your face down into the pillows as you whimper for him.

“So fuckin’ wet…” John whispers, eyes closed as he begins to feel that dull heat rise within his depths.

“Will you cum? Inside me?” He can barely hear you, your voice muffled by the pillows. But he answers anyway.

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

As soon as you ask, he feels it hit him, that powerful wave of pleasure. It wreaks havoc on Johnny’s body, convulsing above you as he drops to your back. His hips twitch from pleasure, shaking with every milky rope that spurts from him. And once his chest hits your back, he’s wrapping his arms around you again, pulling you impossibly close, clinging to you in an almost painfully tight embrace.

Your fingers massage his head sweetly, stroking through his hair kindly. His mouth falls openly against your neck, soft and damp. John’s body is hot above your own, his warmth leaking into you with every one of his euphoric moans. He feels the pleasure of it fill every limb, every vein; this type of high, it’s nowhere else he can find.

It’s ages before he’s pulling out, allowing himself to soften inside your sickeningly sweet pussy. His mouth drags across the entirety of your neck, your shoulders and back, releasing soft moans as he displays his adoration for you. Dropping to your backside, he mouths at it, finally able to worship his most adored feature on you. With both hands, he grabs you, massages you and pulls you apart while licking up the curves. Johnny sucks his mark onto you, planting a deep bruise. And while it’s erotic, it’s sensual, too. Deeply sweet in his own way.

“Mo ghrádh…” A jolt thrums throughout your chest when you hear him speak these simple words. My love.

“You stay.” He then says to you softly, turning to leave the room. And you know exactly what he’s doing. And when he’s back, he’s instructing gently, “Up.”

Smiling, you lift your hips for him, feeling the cool wipe of a cloth between your legs. Every time, without fail, he’d clean you, show his gratitude in this way. And while he knew you went to the bathroom after you two were done, he still wanted to do this for you. Even while you were busy doing that, he took your water bottle from your nightstand, filling it before putting it back. He just wants to make you comfortable, wants you to know you’re cared for. And by the time you came back, you were met with the sight of your Johnny baby, your pretty boy, all cuddled up in your bed.

“C’mere,” He calls quietly, a sleepy smile on his lips as he lifts the covers.

Hopping eagerly into bed, you cuddle happily within the embrace of Johnny’s strong arms. Wrapping around you, he pulls you in, allowing you to relax against his chest. You always snuggled this way, facing each other, heads resting against the other’s as you dozed off together. And he finds himself feeling the most at peace this way, in these moments. There wasn’t a time he felt closer to you.

It was something he always liked, something that made him smile and giggle. The way your hands caressed his head, fingers sliding up through his tall strands as you styled them, it just made him so happy. With his new profession, Johnny felt the need to be serious almost constantly. He had an image to uphold, after all. He’s the best at what he does, and is only continuing to sharpen his skills. But with you, he could let go. He could be himself again. And the real Johnny, he was goofy. He was silly and sweet, curious about the world with a childlike innocence that made your heart flutter with emotion.

“I’ve heard this one so many times.” Whispering, your smile forms fondly in the early morning light.

Raking your fingers through Johnny’s hair, you pause to scoop a bit more gel from the jar, styling his mohawk. Sitting comfortably on his lap, Johnny rests back against the headboard of your bed, watching you work with a sleepy grin. Both of those kind hands run up and down your thighs, squeezing you every now and then.

“It’s one of my favorites.” He says, replying to your comment about the song he’d put on.

Just inches from his beautiful face, you feel the breath of his words form along your lips; prompting you to ask kindly, “Doesn’t it get boring, though? Listening to the same songs over and over again?”

“Nah,” He grins, shaking his head but stopping when you frown at him, your fingers stilling in his longer locks. “All the best ones remind me of you.”

“Johnny,” You reply, touched by his admission. But he just shrugs.

“I see you in all my favorite songs.”

He’d woken up beside you this morning, limbs tangled with yours, the taste of your cunt still on his tongue. And he reveled in that, the sensation nurturing his already rising erection, the one that rose nearly every morning. But most important about this morning, was the fact that he gets to spend it with you.

Since highschool, you’d been inseparable. Lovebirds since you were fifteen, stealing glances at each other until he got the nerve to make a real move. And after that, you were hooked. Even when he left, after so many years together, he was never truly out of your head. From the first time you met, the first time you held hands, the first time you kissed… everything was special from the very moment you laid your eyes on him. This is the most intricate, romantic, and passionate relationship either of you had been in.

It haunted you, watching him leave and knowing that your sweet boy, your Johnny baby, was going off to train and fight. And most importantly, leave you. But you can’t think about that, not when he’s right here with you.

“Mo ghrádh…” He mutters again, staring up at you with absolute adoration.

All you do is smile at those words, shaking your head with slight disbelief. But he wants more, he’s calling for your attention.

“Sweet cailín,” Johnny coos, both hands lifting to your cheeks. (Sweet girl)

“What, baby?” Your voice is just as small and sweet as his when you respond.

Bringing you in with a gentle pull, Johnny reunites your lips, the kiss tender and brief. But then another follows, and another, until you’re molding yourself to him all over again.

“Have you had anyone inside you, bonnie?” He suddenly asks, the question entirely unexpected. “Since I last left?” It’s said quietly, carefully; he’s afraid of the answer, but is quickly reassured.

“No.” Holding onto him with your arms looped around his neck, you give him your full attention, having completely forgotten about his hair. “Only you, Johnny.”

“Really?”

“Yes… have… have you?”

“No, no one.” His response is quick, expressed through a deep release of breath. Running a hand down your back, he admits, “Can’t bring myself to.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, dove?” He misses that nickname, so common and simple but so sweet when spoken by you.

“I love you.” Saying it feels like an enormous release, your emotional wellbeing blossoming just from being able to tell him again. “I still do.”

He smiles, head moving gently against you. “Don’t think I could ever not love you.”

“Johnny,” Sucking in an emotional breath, you decide to be fully vulnerable with him, with your best friend. “I w-want, I miss you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know…” Johnny thought breaking things off was the best thing for the two of you, he really did, but he’s learning now that that’s far from the truth. And seeing you like this, so vulnerable and wanting, it’s crushing him.

Pushing yourself forward against his chest, you sigh, turning your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder. Broad hands run lovingly up and down your back, soothing you.

“I miss being yours.” Comes your small whisper, breath floating over his neck.

A sudden surge of possessiveness comes over him, strong arms squeezing you tight. “You are mine.”

“Not like I used to be, Johnny…” Sadness consumes you entirely, the emotion ruining your delightful morning. But it would’ve come out sooner or later, and right now, it’s practically spilling from your heart. “Would, would you ever want that? Again?”

For a moment, he stays quiet. He’s trying to figure out how he should word this.

“I wouldn’t expect anything new from you, I promise I wouldn’t.” Desperation seeps from your pores but you’re past the point of caring. You’re in love with him, you can’t help it. “I know you can’t talk to me while you’re gone. It’s just, I… I miss it.

“You know…” He finally says, “I’m kinda sick ‘o that, anyways.”

“What do you mean?” Sliding one hand down his chest, your pointer finger runs over him, creating little patterns.

“Bein’ without you.”

A bright grin slowly cracks across your face when he says it. “Really?”

He shrugs, grinning himself. “Always miss you. Always think about the lads here, someone comin’ into swoop you up. I cannae let that happen, bonnie.”

Lifting your head, you find that cute little smirk. Jesus, how the hell is he so pretty?

“There’s no one here that could ever replace you.” One hand then finds his cheek, his chiseled jawline.

“This doesn’t mean I’ll be home more often though, lass. Still goin’ ta be busy on base.”

Shrugging, you answer simply with, “I figured. I mean, it won’t be any different.”

“Except that I’ll write to you, when I can. I will.”

“I’ll write back.” Smiling brightly, you almost can’t contain your giddiness. “Sometimes… it feels like we never even broke up.”

“Yeah,” Johnny smiles widely, “But I like that.”

For just a second, you’re silent, smiling like a fool in front of him. “Yeah… me too.” A timid grin then pulls at your lips, eyes dipping down to watch your finger move over his chest. “Always knowing you’re around… always coming back to me.”

“And I always will.” He says quickly, lifting your chin for you to look at him, capitalizing on his statement.

“Promise me?”

“Yeah, bonnie bell.” Barely tilting his chin, Johnny presses his lips to your own. “I promise.”

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