#sub soap

Despite this, Soap would never force his preferences on anyone, let alone the woman he loved.

So when he met you, fell in love, and finally started a relationship, he didn't expect a different reaction. In fact, he was afraid to expose that side of himself. He knew that if you were the right person, you wouldn't judge him, you would just refuse, and Johnny would respect your choice, but he was still inevitably hesitant about how you would react.

But, God, how wrong he was.

It was you who suggested it first, much to his surprise. You told him you'd always been curious, and besides, you wanted to feel in control.

And now Johnny is here, ass up, hands tied with a rope behind his back, while you begin to penetrate his hole with a well-lubricated finger. The man moans and squirms, never having felt anything like this in his life, and the restraints only make him more excited. His cock is dripping onto the sheets like a faucet. The chastity cage you put on his penis painfully prevents any erection from coming to life. When your finger curves enough to hit his G-spot? He's done for. This man is writhing and whimpering like never before in his life. He'll ask you to use your strap-on on him right away, but you know the poor guy isn't stretched enough to take such a big stretch. So you simply refuse with a complacent voice.

"Oh, my love, you need to be more patient, okay?"

CW: NSFW CONTENT, Short and dirty Smut, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Riding, Oversimulation (on both sides), very OOC, (Could be read as Omegaverse and/or FTM Soap, or just Soap having a breeding kink)

Did I eat up Soap with breeding kink and the baby trapping fics? Yes. Yes, I did.

Just imagine, Soap just riding M/N without rest. His hips aching, thighs burning and quivering but is he going to stop? Not until he gets knocked up with M/N's kid.

Whiny moans and whimpers leaves his lips at every roll and bounce of his hips. Feeling M/N's hands on his hips, gripping onto him as moans leaves him also. Feeling M/N's cum from the previous rounds seeping out of him. The cum makes it easier to thrust into Soap despite his loud whining and incoherent protests to keep the cum inside him.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other were echoing in their shared room. M/N whimpers lowly out of oversimulation when Soap tries to speed up his pace. "F-fuck...baby, hold up–!"

Soap didn't relent, his hands on M/N's shoulders tightening. His moaning grew higher everytime he rolls his hips down on M/N's cock. He was also overstimulated and so sensitive, feeling M/N's cock pumping deep into him at every single thrust. And boy, he didn't want to stop if it meant that he got knocked up. He wanted M/N fill him up again and again.

Before Soap knew it, he cums with a out-of-character squeal. His blue eyes rolling back and his body trembling on top of M/N. Whimpering when he felt M/N fill him up for the final time with a high whimper.

– 🐝

I am once again hitting you with financer or accountant reader,

He's so big, maybe a bit chubby, tall and thick..

Stupidly big fingers pushing at his wide framed glasses.

His eyes glued to the computer screen while the 141 boys clap you on the shoulders, pat your back, tease you about your too long hair or thick lenses.

Ask you if you've finally gotten a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or laid at all.

All the while you're fantasizing about having them all at once.

Gaz in doggy style, spreading himself wide with pleading eyes. like a proper bitch during heat, presenting itself with its tail up high.

Soap eagerly sucking your cock, drool dripping down onto his chest. Hands in his lap, stroking himself happily.

Ghost sitting rigid at the end of the bed. Subtly grinding against his hands while he watching his sergeants take turns getting wrecked... so desperate for his turn.

And Price... fuck. The things you imagine doing to that scruffy Captain.

You'll need a separate document to write all your filth about him.

What soap doesn’t understand is how you’re able to hold his thighs like he’s not 230 pounds, like he’s not twice your size. He can’t comprehend how you’re able to have his thighs spread and arms locked, he finds himself not able to move whilst you’re devouring his cock.

“Fuck…Slow doon, tis awfy much bairn” he whines, you lick a long stripe up from his balls to the tip. Johnny moans exactly like a woman, when he gets like this. His poor cock is covered in cum, he’s been stuck in this position for a good hour now and you have no means of letting up, not when he’s begging like this.

The slurping sounds reverberating off the walls is downright sinful, nasty in fact. Johnnys never been this exposed especially when anyone can walk in and see the bitch you’ve made of him. You keep sucking his cock, smearing your spit and his cum all over his lower half. It’s too good, it feels too fucking good.

Prompt: Sucking Soap under the Desk while he talks with someone part two

You and Johnny had been dancing around each other from the moment you were pulled onto Task Force 141. It started as casual flirting, playful jabs, lingering glances, but it didn’t take long before Johnny was downright pining. Clingy, persistent, like some loyal mongrel that decided you were his and no one else's.

You made him work for it, teased him, made him squirm a little, and if you were being honest, you loved how fucking easy he was to rile up. And maybe, deep down, you liked the idea of taming the Task Force’s wildest dog.

Now, months later, Johnny was yours, and it showed. Bite marks littered your thighs, your hips, the crook of your neck. He could be feral, needy, like he was trying to crawl inside your skin just to be closer to you. But when you wanted him soft and pliant, moaning for you? He melted like putty in your hands. Case in point: right now, with you on your knees under his desk, his cock stuffed halfway down your throat.

It had started innocently enough. A few hours of boring paperwork together, holed up in an unused office, laughing and complaining under your breath. Johnny had been twitchy all day, tapping his foot, shifting in his chair, glancing at you with that heated, reckless look he got when he was trying so hard to behave. You teased him under the desk, sliding your foot up his calf, running your fingers across his thigh. It didn’t take much for Johnny to crack, he never could tell you no, not when you got that look in your eye. Soon enough, you were kneeling between his legs, pants shoved down just enough for you to pull him free, thick and flushed in your hand.

His hand tangled in your hair, gently at first, a soft, grounding touch as you licked the head, tasted the salty precum beading there. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking slow and deep, taking him halfway before pulling off to kiss down his shaft, mouthing at the sensitive skin. Johnny was already panting, hips jerking up into your mouth, so desperate, so fucking needy.

And then: the door swung open.

"Johnny," came Price’s voice, casual, as if he hadn’t just walked into an impending trainwreck.

You froze, blinking up at Johnny, and the look on his face nearly made you giggle. Panic, arousal, guilt, all flashing across his flushed features in the span of a second.

Price, thankfully, hadn't looked down yet. He was too busy flipping through a file in his hands, muttering about mission reports. Johnny gave you a look, wide-eyed, pleading, and you just smirked and slowly, slowly took him back into your mouth.

Johnny bit down hard on his lip, stifling the low, broken sound that tried to escape.

"You get those forms submitted yet?" Price asked, stepping closer to the desk. He still hadn’t noticed you, your body tucked carefully under the wide oak desk, hidden by a hanging panel.

Johnny swallowed audibly, clearing his throat.

"Uh— workin' on it, Cap," he said, voice a little too high.

You hummed around his cock, sending a vibration through him that made his thighs twitch under your palms. You pressed harder against him, your nails digging lightly into his skin, urging him not to fucking move.

Price dropped the file on the desk with a loud thud.

"You’re fallin' behind, MacTavish," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You've been distracted lately. Everything alright?"

You pulled back just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, hollowed your cheeks, then swallowed him down to the base again. Johnny’s hips bucked, and you squeezed his thigh hard in warning.

"Aye," Johnny rasped, gripping the edge of the desk so tight his knuckles went white. "Just, uh, a lot on my plate."

Price gave a noncommittal grunt.

"You need help, you ask for it," he said. "Don’t need you drowning in paperwork before a big op."

Johnny nodded stiffly. He wasn’t hearing a word of it, not when your mouth was heaven around him, your tongue teasing along the vein on the underside of his cock, your hand working what your mouth couldn’t reach.

You peeked up at him through your lashes, loving the way his chest heaved, the way his pupils were blown wide with lust and panic.

Price checked his watch, muttering something about checking in with Laswell, and turned to leave.

You took that moment to suck him down hard, and Johnny’s breath hitched audibly, a broken little whimper he barely managed to muffle into a cough.

"You good, MacTavish?" Price said, pausing at the door.

Johnny nodded furiously, voice strained.

"Peachy, sir."

Price eyed him suspiciously but finally left, the door clicking shut behind him.

The second you were alone, Johnny slumped in his chair, releasing a ragged, wrecked moan.

"Fuckin' hell, love," he gasped, threading both hands into your hair now, no longer gentle, desperately guiding your head as he thrust up shallowly into your mouth.

You let him. Let him fuck your mouth with short, stuttering little movements, every muscle in his thighs quivering under your touch.

"You're— fuck, you're evil," he choked out, voice cracking. "Nearly made me— fuckin'— come while Price was right there."

You pulled off just enough to pant against the head of his cock, stroking him with your hand.

"Maybe that's what you needed," you whispered, voice thick with arousal. "Somebody to catch you being the desperate little thing you are."

Johnny whimpered, full-on now, shameless. No front, no bravado, just Johnny, wrecked and needy, yours.

You took him back in, messy and hungry now, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you worked him with your lips and tongue, relentless.

It didn’t take long. He was already so close, so wound tight from holding back.

"Fuck— fuck— comin', love, I'm—"

You moaned around him, encouraging, and Johnny spilled down your throat with a desperate, broken cry. Hot and thick, salty on your tongue, and you swallowed every drop, not stopping until he was twitching and gasping above you. When you finally pulled off, Johnny slumped back in his chair, flushed to his ears, eyes glassy and dazed.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking.

Johnny reached for you blindly, dragging you up into his lap, burying his face against your neck with a wrecked little groan.

"You're fuckin' evil," he murmured again, voice muffled.

You just laughed, threading your fingers through his hair.

No man wanted to admit they had a small cock so he went to the next option, a toy. He bought a dildo that was only 2 and a half inches long, extra lube coated it just in case.

He teased his clit first, penatration had never really gotten him off. Working himself until he was clenching around nothing. Then, he slowly pushed in the toy.

Pushing it until it was fully in, he slowly started thrusting it. Then he sped up, faster, faster, faster. His legs trembled and eyes started rolling. It wasn't long before he came.

After that, it was like he had to have it. Had to fuck himself with it every night. He bought a smaller one, sleeping with it in so he could wake up and still make himself stretch on the other one.

Then, he found one that would full him with fake cum at the press of a button and he found his new favorite thing, the feeling of cum dripping from his pussy. With the shortness of the toy, it dripped out faster.

"Oh fuck! Just like that!" Soap moaned as he rode the toy, it would pop out when he got too excited but that just made it better. He rubbed his clit over the tip of it before lining back up and sinking down.

"Didn't know someone could loose their minds so much on suck a small toy." He jerked up, trying to cover himself from your gaze. "You like small cocks?"

"Its none of your business." He snapped at you, embarrassed about being caught with something most people considered pointless.

"It is when that toy that has you acting like a whore is about the size of my dick." Bright blue eyes filled with predatory interest landed right on your crotch.

It wasn't long before he was laying on the bed, grasping onto the sheets with his eyes rolled back. The same length, but thicker. The thickness had his pussy clenching hard as he grasped at the bedding.

"Cum in me! Pl-Ngh-Please! I need yo-oh fuck-Your cum! Pl-" He cut himself off with a whine as he came hard, cumming around your cock. Pretty blue eyes rolling back as his body tensed.

A few more thrusts had him cumming again at the feeling of hot cum filling his pussy. He let out a soft sound as you pulled out.

Eyes snapping open at the feeling of being flooded with fake cum before his toy plugging him.

Soap writhes on the soft silk sheets under him. Your hands pull softly on the ribbons wrapped around his reddish cock. The man whimpers. The man that has taken out so many enemies, wriggling. Begging for relief. Begging for anything.

“P-please.” He whines out. His hips moving, seeking friction. Seeking anything. After all you’ve been at this since he got home.

The moment he walked into the door he was pulled into your shared room.

Your hands start to move on his cock, up and down. No lube but Jesus Soap will take whatever he can get. The rough pads of your fingertips play with the head of his cock. Soaps whines get higher. His hips scrambling to taste more friction, more pleasure.

Within moments he was already at his limit. “Please. Please.” Soap whimpers out, you can see his body start to tense. Within seconds your hand is wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Oh no no no.” You mutter softly. Soap yelps out. His face panicked, eyes filled with unshed tears. “Please, please. I’ve been-” he gasps. “I’ve been good.”

You shrug and smile slyly. Then your hands start moving again. Fast. “Thank you- thank you.” He repeats it over and over until he’s screaming out his release. You, of course, let go. The moment the stimulation is gone he takes a shuddering gasp.

“I never said I’d make it a nice one.”

“a test of endurance - part two”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, punishment, bondage (rope), nipple clamps, toys under clothing, semi-public

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october. here’s the first part!!

word count: ~1100

The next time you tease both your boys, it’s induced by Johnny.

On a cold Wednesday morning - Simon and Johnny are still on leave, you’ve got the day off work too - Simon wakes up to a strangled moan, mixed with a weird sensation against his thigh.

It doesn’t take longer than a second for him to recognise what’s happening - Johnny is humping against his thigh, cock catching against Simon’s boxers as it weeps, staining the fabric.

Johnny sighs and whines with every thrust, his body shaking. It’s been three days since you’ve denied them an orgasm, and Johnny, ever the needy brat, refuses to accept that.