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capt-mactavish · 2 years

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little ficlet I wrote while I should have been writing my other one, while I should have been writing my RP, while I should have been working around the house on my day off. Enjoy!

Warning: Explicit!! 18+, minors DNI

Warnings for: gratuitous sex

Bottom John “Soap” MacTavish x Top Male Reader

“Fuck, Johnny, look atchu,” you speak in a hushed whisper, almost in reverence.

Johnny turns his head to look at himself in the mirror of the vanity you have him pinned up against. His mouth hangs open as he pants gently, fogging up the glass. And quiet, breathy moans leave his throat on every snap of your hips. His face is dusted pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears and down his neck, disappearing underneath the hem of his shirt.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” you coo, leaning over him, caging him in as you plant your arms on either side of him on the countertop.

The man beneath you shivers as your breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, and your lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

“Cheeky bastard,” Johnny huffs, wearing a smile of his own as your eyes meet in the reflection. “You’re way too into this.”

“Would you prefer it if I stopped?” You offer, slowing your thrusts and leaning back up as if to step away.

“Stop and I’ll gut you,” Johnny growls, whipping his head around to face you and gripping the shoulder strap of your tactical vest in a tight fist.

“As you wish,” you concede, picking the pace back up, exaggeratedly rolling your hips.

“Don’t think- ah- you could if you… wanted to, anyway,” Johnny says with a growing smirk, turning back to face the mirror, his eyes once more catching yours in the reflection.

“You’re probably right,” you growl, dropping your head down to press your forehead against the back of Johnny’s shoulder. “You feel so good.”

Johnny chuckles and reaches back to you, curling his fingers into your hair.

“Knew you’d be into this,” he says in a prideful tone. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You think back to just moments before. When you had been so fed up with the Sergeant’s constant teasing, on route to- and the entire duration of- the mission, you had finally had enough and snapped.

Grabbing Johnny by the shoulder, you had shoved him into the dingy bathroom and shut the door behind you. The Sergeant stumbled back and watched you advance on him with wide eyes like a predator stalking its prey.

But still, a smile graced his lips, heart thumping in anticipation as to how you would finish what he started.

Forcefully, you spun the man around to face the mirror, then slammed him down onto the countertop, pinning him there with his hands behind his back.

“You fucking tease,” You had hissed, rutting your hips forward into Johnny’s backside, letting him feel the hard length of your cock, his doing, straining against the front of your pants.

“Come on, big boy,” he goaded, looking at you over his shoulder. He pressed his ass back enticingly against your crotch and smirked when you sucked in a sharp breath, “You know you want to fuck me.”

Unfortunately, and much to your annoyance, he had been right. Evidenced even further by the fact that you were now buried balls deep inside him, in the middle of a mission, in a dirty bathroom, with the rest of your team who knows where.

“We could still get caught,” you warn, moving your head to brush your lips against the side of his neck.

“And would ye stop if we were?” Johnny challenges. He’s got a cocky look on his face, along with that stupid, pretty smile of his.

You don’t answer, knowing the answer is probably, most definitely, no.

Johnny feels too good around your cock, and looks too pretty all flushed and panting. It didn’t matter who could come through that bathroom door right now and see you. Let them watch for all you care, you weren’t stopping for anyone.

All you can do is growl and reach an arm around Johnny’s front, pulling him back against your chest as your thrusts become harder.

“Kinky fucker,” Johnny teases.

And you hate that he’s right. Again. That you wouldn’t mind one bit. Might even enjoy it. At least whoever it was would know for damn sure that Johnny is yours.

“Don’t... worry about it,” the Sergeant says, trying to reassure you. “The building… is clear and the rest of the team… is nowhere near here, nobody-”

“Soap, this is Ghost, how copy?”

You freeze, stilling yourself for just a moment. You can feel Johnny having become just as rigid beneath you.

Again, your eyes meet in the mirror and you swear you can see a bit of color draining from Johnny’s face.

“Soap?”

You smile mischievously at Johnny before slowly starting to fuck him again, and you tilt your head to whisper directly into his ear.

“Go on, Johnny, answer him.”

Another shiver rolls down Johnny’s spine. His eyes are wide, you can tell he’s reluctant. He looks like he’s about to refuse when Ghost’s voice comes over the comms again, a bit more urgency in his tone now.

“Johnny, how copy?”

The arm still around Johnny’s front reaches down to his comm unit and presses down on the PTT button, all while holding eye contact with him in the mirror as you fuck him from behind.

Johnny swallows thickly before speaking, “Th-this is Soap. I… I copy, L.t.”

“‘Bought time, Sergeant. What’s your twenty?”

Just as Johnny gets ready to respond, your next thrust comes hard and fast. It tears a groan out of his throat just as you press down on the button, forcing him to bite down on his lip in order to try and cut himself off.

“Johnny, you alright?” comes Ghost’s voice.

Obviously he hadn’t stopped himself in time, and he glares at you in the reflection. Though his expression doesn’t hold any weight, and looks more pleading instead.

“Y-yes sir, -ah- just… just finishing… the sweep, sir.” he huffs between thrusts.

“Sergeant, what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Ghost asks, a bit of concern starting to seep in.

You're starting to move faster, and Johnny preemptively grabs your wrist, holding your thumb off the button of the comm as he lets himself moan loudly. His eyes are closed in pure bliss and he leans forward and lets his forehead prop against the glass.

What a pretty sight, seeing him so undone. It fills you with pride, and the grin on your face says it all.

Once he lets go, you retract your hand, giving him control back over the PTT. He fumbles his fingers over it for a moment, jostled by your sharp thrusts, but finally finds the button and presses it down.

“N-no, sir… ‘M fine. Just… finishing up here.. -AH!”

Johnny keens as the hand that was once pressing his PTT was now underneath his shirt pinching his nipple. Though, you think he had managed to release the button before crying out this time. Lucky little shit.

There’s a long silence over the radio, and you wonder if Ghost is buying it. You certainly wouldn’t if you were him.

Johnny also seems doubtful, glancing at you in the mirror with eyes full of uncertainty and a hand covering his mouth.

“Copy,” comes Ghost, finally, though with a suspicious bit of resignation in his tone. “Evac is on route, ETA 5 minutes. Get your arses over here.”

“Yes, sir,” Johnny pipes, letting go of the comm and slamming his hand down firmly on the countertop.

“Dirty bastard, I’ll get you back for that!” he exclaims, glaring at you over his shoulder.

You only grin, your fingers curl into the short mohawk and yank his head back as your other hand digs into the exposed flesh of his hip.

“I look forward to it, sweetheart,” you say, and any more words Johnny had wanted to say die on his tongue as your thrusts turn brutal, fucking him relentlessly.

Johnny mewls obscenely, bracing his hands up against the mirror as you fuck him into it. His mouth hangs open, letting every lewd and wanton sound he can possibly make fall off his tongue freely.

If only he was still on comms now, you think to yourself, imagining everyone hearing everything you’re doing to him.

Glancing down between your bodies and letting go of his hair briefly, you pull your shirt up, wanting an unobstructed view of your cock disappearing into Johnny’s eager hole.

You can see him watching you in the mirror, watery eyes taking in your bare skin. And you watch as he reaches down in between himself and the vanity and starts to stroke himself to the rhythm of your thrusts.

“That’s it baby, you take my cock so well,” you praise, running a hand up his back underneath his shirt. “Such a good boy.”

“Oh fuck!” Johnny blurts out, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin. He’s looking at you in the mirror, his glassy eyes pleading with you yet again. His strokes start to become erratic, hand shaking. “‘M close!”

“Yeah? Ya gonna come, baby? Go on, sweetheart, come for me,” you speak, and as if waiting for your permission, he does.

Johnny comes, and you can tell he’s never came quite so hard before. The sound that tears itself from his throat is absolutely filthy and he looks surprised at himself for having it in him to make. His legs quiver and shake, and you think they’d probably give out if you didn’t have him in an iron grip.

As he comes down moments later, his top half slumps against the countertop, whimpering with oversensitivity as you still plow mercilessly into him.

“Good boy. So fucking good for me, baby,” you growl through gritted teeth, feeling yourself nearing the edge. “‘M gonna come, sweetheart. God fucking dammit you feel so good. Fuck!”

The sound Johnny makes is somewhere between a sob and a moan and it’s what finally tips you over the edge. You slam into him one final time, pressing yourself in as far as you possibly can as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You groan, deep and guttural, and your cock spasms as you coat his insides with your thick seed. Your hands are sure to leave bruises on his hips with the way you’re gripping them.

A moment passes where you are content to stay like this forever, buried inside Johnny with no care for the outside world and its responsibilities. But as you feel yourself softening, and your senses return to you, you become aware of time passing once more and pull out.

Stepping back, however, you allow yourself a moment to watch in satisfaction as your cum drips out of Johnny’s ass onto the floor or runs down the inside of his thighs.

You hum contentedly, burning the sight into your memory for a rainy day.

Johnny is still whimpering softly, and you can see he still has his leaking cock in his hand.

“Alright, there, MacTavish?” you ask, pulling your pants back up and rearranging your gear.

He only nods, and you smirk triumphantly before swatting a hand across his bare ass.

“Careful what you wish for, Johnny boy,” you say gruffly. You then grab your discarded gun by the door before opening it and walking out.

You can tell you’re a little late to the evac helo by the angry, irritated eyes Ghost was giving the two of you.

“Everything alright, you two?” He asks, eyeing Johnny as you let him climb in first.

“Yes, sir,” Johnny responds, avoiding his gaze, as well as the others, and taking his seat quickly.

Ghosts' eyes fall on you and you flash him a devilish smile.

“Just peachy, sir,” you say, and you swear Ghosts eyes narrow just slightly before you, too, board the helo.

You take a seat opposite Johnny, and smirk as Ghost takes the seat next to him. You can’t wait to watch him squirm in his seat the whole way back with the Lieutenant's eyes on him and an ass full of your cum.

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