Call of Duty OneShots

💛Dirty Lass 💛 {Soap x f}

Match: Soap x female reader

Warnings: Very rushed work, degradation

Author's Note: I am a little sorry for this. I got really lazy.

"Kneel," the gruff man in front of you spat out. There was no love behind those words, only lust and anger. Soap was never one to be this rough, especially not in bed, but those words struck fear into you like a prey animal. Your heart seemed like it would burst out of your chest with how fast it beat.

Nonetheless, you obeyed.

"Good. The worthless whore can listen when she's told a command." His right hand gave a harsh smack to your ass, the pain sending waves of pleasure over your body.

What is with him today? Should I ask him, or would speaking get me into more trouble than I already got myself into?"

"Attention."

"Sorry sir- yes sir." You instantly look into the other's eyes, connecting yours with his. This man meant business.

Soap stood above you, approaching you like a shark, his hands slowly moving down your body as he kneels to somewhat match your height. Sneaky fingers slipping through the tight buttons of your shirt, tearing it off of your body.

You were about to complain, until that gaze hit you again. The gaze that screamed behave. You never were one to misbehave when Johnny was like this, but the aching desire in you knew that you wanted him to ravage you.

He paused, as if sensing this longing. "You fucking love this, now don't you? The feeling of my body fully controlling yours. You, on your knees, servicing me as we both know you want to."

Well, the man wasn't entirely wrong. You needed this. Your body longed for the sadist's touch. The steel on skin, the ropes cutting off any air you so desperately needed to live, and the hot wax dripping off of your swollen clit. The thought of all of these nasty little ideas flooded your mind seamlessly as you imagined the man in front of you taking full control over you. Body and soul. "Yes- yes sir." Your e/c eyes locked onto his. You needed the man in front of you, now.

"Good, now. Kneel." Johnny grabs you by the throat, helping to shove you down into your knees. "Atta lass." He smirks, showing his true intentions. Using you for what you were to him, a toy. His hand reluctantly releases the strong grip it had on your throat, going back to unbuckle his belt. Looking at his bulge infront of you, you could tell that this was about to be a very fun night. Soap was hard, and if you looked close enough, wet. A small stain of precum dots the fabric of his jeans. His length being trapped behind his zipper.

"Aww, Johnny," you giggle seductively. "You love me being your bitch that much?"

"Course. You're my bitch. My bitch to breed, my bitch to fuck, my bitch to make bleed. I see the eyes you make at the others. How bad you want a big tough guy to dick you down nice and fucking good." He wraps the belt around his hand, skillfully moving it to your neck. "You're a fucking psycho bitch, but you're my psycho bitch. Just because I'm this happy guy, it doesn't mean I haven't killed people in my past. I know how to make people tick, including Ghost."

You blush slightly, Soap was always someone who seemed so positive about things, and now, here he was. Soap wasn't always a dirty talker like this, but the man was pent up, and you were his release.

Now his full cock was out infront of you, begging for a bit of attention. Slowly, you lick the tip. A very loving kitten lick just to tease the male. "Mmm...." He leans his head back slightly and grabs your h/c hair. His fingers carefully curling through each strand of hair as you take in his full length. He forced every inch down your throat, enjoying the gags and choked out pathetic moans that came though your mouth.

"Can you taste me?" He asks, holding his hips forward to make you choke out. "Good lass, now, make me cum." His hips slowly start to buck, as if he couldn't hold back from fucking the hell out of your face.

You try your hardest to maintain eye contact with the other, gagging out a few moans on his cock. It was very hard not to gag, Soap was above average, so it made sense that you would choke on it. Your e/c eyes look into his brown ones, trying to glare down onto his soul. You wanted any power you could get here, and Soap knew that.

He fucked his hips harder, enjoying every pathetic moan that came from your mouth. "You're not stopping, lass, until I cum down that pretty throat of yours." His eyes dart down to your chest, hand slithering down to play with your nipples. First, he gives the right one a bit of attention, running the nipple lightly up and down, then a twist and pull. "Gotta give...fuck just like that...." He got distracted for a few seconds before returning, giving the other nipple some attention too.

"Mfh..." You moan into his cock, causing him to shutter and twitch slightly. Moaning on his cock just felt so damn good for him. The vibrations sending waves of pleasure to his shaft and to his balls.

"I'm close lass, you better swallow every drop too." He speeds up, not caring about your well-being for the few seconds it took for him to cum down your throat, quickly pulling out once every drop was in your mouth. His gloved hand approaches your mouth, keeping it covered. "Swallow."

You obey, looking back up at him. The salty flavor that had coated your tongue ran down your throat. You were surprised the other didn't mean to the high heavens as he usually did.

"Bend over lass. It's my turn." He shoves you against the couch, not even bothering to put sheets or towels on the cousins. Risky. He did, however, put a condom on for you, sliding the lubed condom onto his member. He eyed you up and down like prey before putting your hands over your head.

You instinctively spread your legs, looking up at the other. You wanted, no, needed your reward. He seemed very happy with that, shoving himself in.

"Look at the desperate slut, just needing this fucking cock, yeah? You want it lass?" He puts every inch inside of you, just how it was in your mouth. "Take it all, be friends with every damn inch of my cock." Soaps dog tags dangle infront of your face, something that you found very hot.

"I'm taking it, Johnny." Your voice was pained out with desperation.

"Atta lass." He rewards you with a hard thrust inside, keeping his hips at a steady pace. He based every movement on your reactions. Every back arch, every clench, everything. "Good girl. I know you're fucking close. How about you cum for me, cum all over this fat fucking cock for me." His hips speed up, thrusts becoming sloppy. Usually, you would complain that the man was too quick, but right now you only cared about getting yourself off.

"I-I'm cumming....dick I'm cumming!" The heat in your stomach releases, all over his cock. He twitched as a reaction to that, biting his lower lip before releasing himself inside of you. Enough to feel the strong heat through the condom. "Bloody hell....you were so good for me...." He pulls out and checks the condom. "No holes."

"Mmm....fuck....thank you...." You look back up at him. "If I knew bratting got me the fucking of a life time, I would have done it ages ago." You sigh and lean back, now, fully satisfied.

Word count: 1350
Author's Note: I wrote this on my phone so expect bad writing. Going to fix it up soon, don't you worry about it.