C.O.D. X Male!Reader Oneshots

Balach math~ -Soap-

Rushed smut, Gaelic wont be perfect.

Warnings; shitty scottish, horribly written, overstimulation, and ofc Scottish man.

This one fuckin sucks tbh.
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You and John were on leave, so you were staying with him, since he is your boyfriend after all. You were sitting on the couch in your living room, watching some random ass Scottish tv show that Soap had put on.

It wasn't the worst thing in the world but definitely not your choice in television.

To you it just seemed like a bunch of Scots yelling at each other for 30 minutes. But soap said he wasn't changing it so you gave in. Sitting there watching it was like torture.

"Fucks sake John, I'm outta here." You couldn't stand being there. The sitting and watching it wasn't even the bad part it was the constant random bullshit that was happening was just too much.

So you got up, walking past MacTavish only to be drug back ten minutes later.

So there you were. Seated directly beside him, soap holding an ever tightening death grip on your wrists. Forcing you to stay put.

You whined, trying to escape his grasp, ultimately giving up with a groan. "Goddamnit John!"

He turned to you with a smile. "Ah, c'mon! You know you love me enough to stay here with me." His accent only made you mad at the moment. Fuck, HE, only made you mad at the moment.

You groaned again. Muttering a few curses as you turned to face away from him.

John huffed, letting go of your wrists he paused his show, pulling you into his lap.

Confused and ultimately flustered you stared at him, eyes widened, "John, i love you but, what the fuck?"

His smile showed nothing. His eyes didn't either. You couldn't read him whatsoever.

Soap kept his stupid smile, it was one you loved.

You rolled your eyes. Questioning him was out of the picture, so was escaping him. Finding out what he wanted wasn't gonna be though.

"John, what're you doing?" You calmly asked, impatiently awaiting his reply.

Johnny said nothing. His eyes softening a tad bit.

You had an idea of the thoughts running through his head. None of which were particularly good.

But at the same time they could be okay.. I mean, Johnny does know what he's doing he always does.

John hummed as his hands gripped onto your hips, rubbing them soothingly. You knew his intentions now. "Well, since ya don't agree with watching the show, how about we do something we'll both agree on huh?" His smirk was evident in his tone and on his face as he stared up at you.

He started to grind gently and your face went red, cock slowly becoming erect.

John rubbed your hips gently, slowly pulling you against his cock to rub you against it. You grew aroused yourself your cock pressing against your sweats.

Soap slipped one of his hands from your hip to down by your cock, palming you gently, adding pressure slowly, almost as if he was choking you.

You began to grow impatient. Frequently grinding against him with a whiny breaths spewing from your mouth.

Johnny smiled softly at your sudden display of neediness. His hand trailed back up by your hip and to the waistband of your sweats, tugging gently. A silent plea to remove them from your body, a plea that you gave into. Lifting your body from his.

Soap watched as you moved to sit on your knees, allowing him to pull your sweatpants just below your thighs. You stood up pulling them the rest of the way off, John pulling his own off, you both being left in solely your boxers.

John pulled his shirt off and over his head, you followed suit. He oat his lap and you straddled him once again. Johnny attached his lips to your neck. Sucking, biting, licking, and kissing your neck. He was guaranteed to be leaving maks in his wake.

You whined, hips rutting against him. You ground harshly into Soap as he marked your neck.

Johnny trailed his kisses down to your chest. H/c hair trailing just from your belly button down into your boxers, your chest was mostly cleanly shaven.

John kissed your collarbones and then bit your right nipple. Your voice got caught in your throat. A choked whine erupting from you.

John laughed as he sucked over the sensitive bud.

You hummed softly. It was mostly moans that came out in stupid sounding mantra of whines.

John loved the way you sounded as you ground against his hardened pre-cum leaking cock, all the while he busied his mouth with your sensitive nipple.

Once you had gotten used to the feeling of him practically biting softly on your right nipple he switched to the left, blowing air over the previously used and bitten nipple.

Soap stopped once you got used to tge feeling again. Pulling himself out his boxers and yours off you, he lined himself up with your hole, and you started sinking down onto his hardened cock, he was large both in body size and cock, no fucking doubt about it.

You groaned as his pelvis came flush with yours, feeling the clear sticky pre-cum leak from your now aching cock.

Letting out a whine you felt John pull you up enough for himself to start to thrust up into you. His sticky pre-cum covered tip coming into contact with your prostate.

It was too long before you both started to feel close, you voiced it, john following suit. You kissed him, he happily drank each moan or whine you gave, the kiss was more tounges clashing with one another while john bit at your lip to keep your mouth open.

You started whining, fucking yourself against johns cock when he pulled you off of him. Forcing his cock deeper. Each thrust brought his tip into contact with your prostate. You loved it. A little too much.

With a finalized hard thrust from john and a perfectly timed clench of your ass both you and John came, the secretion from Soap completely filling you to the brim while your own landed his chest.

The two of you cleaned up before laying in bed, holding each other close while you fell soundly asleep.