!¡Nah it's so embarrassing to write this shit in class knowing someone might look at my screen and a teacher might see it¡!
Today is Monday. You, as the Task Force 141's barrack bunny, has a schedule for each members. Today, your scheduled for Soap.
The team has just gone back from the mission. Yet, some of them are still hyper while some of them are dead asleep on the couch, clearly exhausted. You were there to assist them on carrying drinks, and Soap's gaze followed your movements before he got up from his seat and walked towards you. He patted your shoulder, gesturing you to follow him. "Come with me."
"Mhm, alright." You'd nod and follow him, already knowing damn well what's going to happen. Soap leads you to his private quarters, closing the door behind you. His gaze is stern and commanding as he looks you up and down, his voice gruff and authoritative. "Strip," he orders, his tone brooking no argument.
You comply, quickly shedding your clothes under his watchful eye. Your body is exposed, vulnerable to his inspection. Soap steps closer, his hands reaching out to run over your bare skin, his touch firm and possessive. He traces his fingers along the curve of your spine, down to your ass, squeezing it roughly.
"You're mine to use, Baby Girl." he growls, his voice laced with dominance. "And I intend to do just that." "Then let's get this started, shall we?" You'd smile up at him and would kiss him along his jawline and across his neck, being pushed up against the wall behind you.
Soap stiffens at your boldness, his grip on your waist tightening. A low rumble of approval escapes his throat as you press your lips against his jawline and trail kisses down his neck. The sensation of your warm breath against his skin sends a shiver down his spine.
He takes control of the situation, pushing you firmly against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His hands roam over your exposed skin, his touch demanding and possessive. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and dominating.
His hands move to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. His fingers tease your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. Soap breaks the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "On your knees," he commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
You'd get onto your knees and would unbutton his pants, pulling them down to his knees. You could already see his erection through his boxers as you palmed him.
Soap watches you obediently drop to your knees, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of dominance and anticipation. As you unbutton his pants and lower them to his knees, his hardening erection becomes visible through his boxers. You can sense the growing need in his body, the tension radiating from him.
You waste no time, your hand wrapping around his length through the fabric of his boxers. You can feel the heat and hardness of him, your palm gliding along his shaft. A low groan escapes Soap's lips as you begin to stroke him, your touch firm and purposeful.
His grip tightens in your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guides your head closer to his groin. "Take it out," he demands, his voice laced with urgency. "I want to feel your mouth on me."
You'd take off his boxers, literally looking like it would make the 'boing' sound, his cock erect as you licked up the shaft. You were quite skilled at this, so you knew how to make him beg for you to let him release.
Soap's cock springs free from his boxers, fully erect and throbbing with need. As you lick up the length of his shaft, he hisses in pleasure, his grip on your hair tightening. He can feel your skilled tongue teasing and exploring his sensitive flesh, every lick and flick of your tongue driving him closer to the edge.
His hips involuntarily thrust forward, seeking more of your mouth. But you pull back, denying him the full pleasure he craves. You know how to make him beg, how to keep him on the edge of release until he's practically begging for it.
Soap's voice is strained as he speaks, his desire evident. "Don't fucking tease." he growls, his tone a mixture of frustration and longing. "Take me already, Y/N."
You eagerly take Soap's throbbing length into your mouth, the wet warmth enveloping him. Your tongue dances along his shaft, teasing and exploring every inch of him. As you reach the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, feeling the pre-cum bead at the slit.
A deep groan escapes Soap's lips as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, the vibrations of your humming causing him to tremble with pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward, seeking more of your talented mouth.
"You know just how to please me." he grunts, his voice filled with raw desire. "Keep going, don't stop."
Soap's eyes look at you with lust as you willingly allow him to take control, allowing him to face fuck you with his cock. You take him deep, almost down your throat, your lack of gag reflex a testament to your skill and experience.
His thrusts are forceful and relentless, his hips meeting your mouth with a demanding rhythm. Each time he pushes himself deeper, you take it willingly, your mouth and throat accommodating his length without hesitation. The sound of your wet, sloppy sucking fills the room, mingling with his groans of pleasure.
Soap's grip on your hair tightens even further, his control slipping as he approaches the edge. He can feel the familiar tingling in his balls, the telltale signs of his approaching release. "Fuck..." he gasps, his voice strained. "I'm close. Swallow every drop, understand?"
"Uh-Huh." You couldn't speak around his cock, the sound of your voice causing vibrations around him.
Soap's eyes narrow with a mix of pleasure and dominance as he watches you struggle to speak with his cock filling your mouth. The vibrations caused by your attempts at responding only heighten his pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge.
He can feel his climax building, the tension coiling in his abdomen. With one final, deep thrust, Soap reaches his peak, his hot seed spurting into your mouth. He watches intently as you obediently swallow every drop, fulfilling his command.
As his breathing steadies, Soap withdraws from your mouth, his cock glistening with a mixture of saliva and his own release. He takes a step back, his chest heaving as he regains his composure. "Good girl," he grumbles, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet."
!¡Part 2 will be done today! :D¡!
