𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 ( 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 )

𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

AUTHORS NOTE : My motivation is at an all time high at the moment, so writing more smut is definitely on the agenda! Again, not accurate, consider an AU if you want, blah blah. We're jumping straight into the smut this time. Enjoy! 📸

SUB!GHOST / DOM!SOAP 

(Don't like it? Probably pick another chapter / oneshot!)

[ 8:00pm ]

"God Johnny you're a fucking tease" He pushed Soap through the door, closing it behind them and leaving the room dark, barley illuminated by the lamp in the corner. "Pulling a stunt like that, in front of everyone? What am I going to do with you now..." He chuckled darkly, the light making his eyes shimmer slightly. Ghost continued walking towards him, backing him to fall back and sit on the bed.

Soap could only laugh back at him in response, raising his foot and pressing it against the bulge in Simons pants. He dropped to his knees in front of him with a low groan. "Fuck." He slurred out. "You wanna know what I find absolutely adorable, lieutenant?" He pressed harder, another groan erupting from Simon. "The fact that you think that you have any power over me in this situation. I mean, sure, you're bigger, stronger. But you'll never be able to deny the effect I have on you, don't I, Simon?" He said it with ease, almost as if he was trying to get a reaction out of him. 

Ghost could only stare at the floor, urging Soap to put his foot down harder. And he did just that. He let out a yelp and a small whimper. "Was that what I think it was? Did I just hear you — THE Simon 'Ghost' Riley — whimper?" Soap was just teasing at this point. Simon looked up, making eye contact for the first time, his face still covered by the mask. Soap delicately took it off, throwing it aside and revealing the scarred face beneath. His eyes traced and admired the scars that went across his nose and lips. 

He let out another whimper as Soap stood up, removing all contact. He really looked so helpless but beautiful in his eyes, such a big brute on his knees before him. "Beg for it." He whispered, cupping Ghost's face and angling it up to look him in the eye. He looked taken aback, realising what just came out of Soaps mouth. "I want to hear how bad you want it."

Begging was something that Simon was far from known for. He was known for making other beg and plead for mercy, forgiveness in the hope that he would spare them. Regardless, he swallowed his pride and reluctantly began to speak. 

"Please sergeant. Please let me touch you." He began, pausing reluctantly as a smile — paired with blush — began to form on Soaps face. "I want to ruin you. Let me taste every inch of you, please." He couldn't help but stutter as he felt so vulnerable. Soap seemed satisfied with the results and ordered him to stand, and place his hands behind his back, grabbing a black box from the closet. 

Simon looked confused as he tied his hands behind his back with a surprisingly soft rope, tied tightly and restricting his movement greatly. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. You love to believe you're always in control, so tonight, you can't touch me at all." Ghost's jaw dropped open slightly and went to protest before he was shoved onto his knees again.

"Do you understand, Simon?" It definitely wasn't a question. It was a demand, regardless of how it was worded. He nodded. "I want your words." Simon let out a whine. "Fuck. Yes I understand." Soap helped him onto the bed, laying him down and getting on top of him. He began to slowly grind, keeping just enough space to edge him perfectly. 

A breathy moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back and tightly closed his eyes. Soap got to work undoing and discarding both Simons pants and boxers, allowing his dick to spring free. His hot breath was enough to snap Simon back to reality. His tongue found its way to the base, eventually making its way up but still dragging out the process. Meanwhile Ghost let out a series of grunts and groans, a few whimpers littered throughout.

He finally wrapped his lips around the tip and began to make his way down at a painfully slow pace, using his tongue to tease even more. When Simon couldn't take it anymore he bucked his hips, shoving his full length into Soaps mouth and finally getting a taste of the friction he needed. Soap responded by pressing his thighs down and immediately removing his mouth from it. Simon whined at the loss of contact, a string of apologies flew in Soaps directing but he may as well have been talking to a brick wall as there was no response.

Soap positioned Ghost on his knees and attached a small vibrator on a low setting to the end of his length, serving both as a stimulant and a device to stop him from relief. He undid his own pants and threw them to side, leaving him in his boxers. "Every time you fuck up, I'll turn it higher and higher. So be a good boy for me and suck." He pulled his boxers down, and Simon immediately latched on and took the length as a whole like it was nothing. 

Soap stumbled forward slightly in shock and gripped his hair and softly tugged it, slurring out curses every few seconds. "Fuck. Simon, just like that." He could feel Ghost heat up below him, choking suddenly. "That's one, there's still 2 more if you keep going that way." He took the remote and turned up the vibrator more, urging him forward again.

Soft cries erupted from below, vibrating Soaps length as it continued to flow in and out of Simon's mouth. "C'mon, just hold on a little longer for me, can you do that for me?" He whispered just loud enough for Ghost to hear. He responded with a nod and swirled his tongue around the tip. 

Soap threw his head back in pleasure, allowing Simon to work his magic. Just at that moment, he pulled away for a breath. "Please let me cum. Please." He desperately pleaded with him. "Please." Simon begging again was enough to send Soap over the edge, splattering all over Simons face, who licked it up without a second thought.

Soap obliged and undid the vibrator earning an instant reaction from Simon as white leaked from his tip with a long groan. "You were so good for me today, good boy." Simons face flushed as Soap untied him and the two sat next to each other. Ghost buried his face into his shoulder, either out of embarrassment or the fact he was genuinely tired. 

"You're adorable when you beg Lieutenant." He whispered. "Never happening again Johnny.." He muttered back, a threatening tone present in his voice.

"Mhm...whatever you say Simon." 

[ 1177 WORDS ]

AUTHORS NOTE : Honestly not to proud of this one, a bit rushed and the idea wasn't too solid. I'll still take feedback and I REALLY NEED IDEAS FOR BOTH FLUFF + ANGST SCENARIOS TOO! HELP ME OUT HERE GUYS! I'M STILL A BEGINNER! 😭 Either way, I'll probably upload another fluff or my first angst soon. ❤️