Various Male characters x Male/GN/FTM Reader Oneshots

Sgt. Needy - FTM! Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Male Reader (smut)

This fic is rlly bad.

Soap and Y/N were attached to the hip. Often hanging out on base, being teamed up on missions and even hanging outside of work when they get sent back home. But something changed, and Soap picked up on this. Y/N started avoiding him. He wouldn't hang out with him as much and wouldn't even respond to the tik toks and reels he sent him. Y/N even yelled at him when Soap followed him around like a lost puppy, something he used to do all the time. Now he was truly a lost dog.

Like all good dogs do, they must get attention back onto them. Soap barged into Y/N's room, where he was sitting at the desk in the corner working on a laptop. Before he could ask what Soap was doing, he took a seat on his desk. "Why you been avoidin' me?" He asked. "I haven't been avoiding you, i've just been busy." Y/N's tone sounded annoyed and he didn't take his gaze away from his work.

"If you don't want to be friends just say so." Soap shook Y/N's shoulder, trying to get the gaze onto him. "I have other things to do besides hanging out with you. Same thing goes for you." He slapped Soap's hand away. "Please talk to me Lad. Just take a break, couple minutes or two." Soap closed Y/N's laptop. Y/N gets up and stands in front of Soap. "You haven't been a very good friend lately. Not even on missions either. The fuck is wrong with you?" Soap's voice rose. "The fuck wrong with me? The fuck wrong with you, following me around n' shit."

"Fine." Soap got off of Y/N's desk and headed to the door. Y/N grabbed his wrist. "Wait. Johnny, I'm sorry. I've been stressed lately, I didn't mean to take it out on you." Y/N takes his hand off of Soap's wrist and Soap turns around. "It's bout time you apologized, Y/N! I forgive you, but you have to make it up to me." Soap sat back on his desk. "How?" Y/N felt bad, and wanted to make up to his friend. "You know how." He extended his leg and brushed his foot against Y/N's crotch.

Y/N slowly approached Soap and kissed him, their hands rooming and touching eachother's bodies. Soap put his hands on Y/N's shoulders and forced him to kneel on the ground. He slid off his cargos and underwear till they were at his knees. "Come on, have a taste." Soap caresses Y/N's face. He scoots closer and sucks on his t-dick. "Ah fuck.." Soap grips onto his hair, and Y/N inserts his tongue deep inside of his folds. Y/N's tongue darts around Soap's wet walls, savoring every taste and every drop. Y/N reaches his hands up and grips onto Soap's thighs, gently creasing them. "You're doing good. This counts as your apology, but not punishment. Your punishment will happen later." He says through shaky moans and deep breaths. "And you say I'm needy, eatin' me like your life depends on it." He grips onto Y/N's hair even tighter, pushing his tongue even deeper inside of him.