Soap x reader + Ghost x reader.
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Infestation, rats, mice. The kind of infestation that meant Johnny was forced out of his flat block while his landlord beckoned the help of an exterminator. With no bed for two weeks, Johnny unashamedly turned to his lieutenant, seeking the spare bedroom of his and his missus.
“You’re ‘avin’ me on, aren’t ya?” Simon all but scoffed at the proposal, shaking his head in pure dismissal of his friend and subordinate. “Jus’ get a bloody hotel.” He insisted in the face of Johnnys pestering. But with some work favours and the not so subtle bribe of a beer on their next night out, he found himself in the spare bedroom of Simon’s home.
Y/N, a nice enough woman, friendly, quiet, and kept largely mysterious at the hands of her equally quiet and mysterious husband had no problem accepting the Sargent into their home for the weeks to come. With invitations to join herself and Simon at dinner, home cooked meals and her insistence on Johnny making himself at home, he found himself doing just that - much to the dismay of her husband.
Soap would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least the tiniest bit intrigued by the couple, but more specifically, Y/N. A woman starkly contrasting her husband, gentle, laid back, and welcoming with tits that seem to sit perfectly in every top she wears. Her black blouse she wears to the office on “dress down Friday” that leaves just enough to the imagination, to the tank top she wears to bed, the bed she shares with his Lieutenant, or Johnnys favourite so far, the workout top that pushed her tits up just enough to spotlight the cutest birth mark.
Or maybe it’s her legs? The thick flesh of her thighs that lead to the graceful curve of her arse. Something of which Johnny can’t help but notice when he spots her bent over in front of the washing machine one morning before work, her sensible office skirt hiking up her thighs and clenching to the shape of her arse. Lucky sod. Johnny can’t help but think about his Lieutenant. So when Soap catches a glimpse of her whorishly red panties peaking over the edge of the laundry hamper, he couldn’t help himself.
The shower beside him warming up is long forgotten as he pulls the fabric out from the hamper, feeling his naked cock twitch from interest and goosebumps travel along his arms. His mouth feels dry suddenly. Guilt? Shame? Enjoyment? Anticipation? He wraps the thin, lace fabric around his chubbed up dick, pumping himself into the garment and biting his lip to suffocate the groan that builds within him.
The water continues to pour from the shower-head, but he stands in the middle of the room, free hand gripping the sink, his knuckles turning white as the panties rub over his sensitive head. His head lulls back from the pleasure, tuning himself into the distant hum coming from Y/N’s lips elsewhere in the home. His hands make quick work on his cock as he quickly approaches relief, a sheen of sweat now glistening on his forehead as the bathroom humidifies and his dick throbs harder in his grasp. Johnny can’t help the way his hips buck up into his own hand, embarrassed by his own pathetic desperation for his orgasm.
He squeezes his cock harder in his hand as he spurts ropes of hot, white cum into his palm and onto the fabric of Y/N’s panties. His breathing becomes uneven and he’s certain that if anyone cared to listen hard enough, they’d know exactly what was happening. Johnny looks down to the mess he’s created, red underwear tangled around his softening cock and digits covered in his own arousal, chest tightening at the sight. A harsh knock on the bathroom door forces him out of the heat of the moment as he rushes to hide the soaked garment amongst his own discarded clothes.
“Water ent free, Johnny. Get in n’ get out.” Simon barks his orders from the other side of the bathroom door. Johnny hesitates, slightly shaken before muttering a quick “Aye” as he hears Simon’s feet pad away from the bathroom and back down the hall.
Soap spent the next couple of days avoiding the pair after that, unable to even look his lieutenant in the eye. Johnny didn’t know if it was paranoia, but the words Simon exchanged in conversation with him felt as if they were laced with suspicion, keen eyes seemingly analysing his subordinate carefully in each interaction. His shoulders were sharp with the burden of his actions and once attentive eyes now averting Simon’s incessantly. But in the words of Soap’s higher up, choices have consequences.
The shame doesn’t last long however, a man hardened by conflict and exposed to the world’s atrocities, Johnny moved on from that guilty feeling rather quickly. He’s now on day eight out of his fourteen day stay in the Riley household, eyes roaming over Y/N’s figure in her activewear as she hoovers the rug in the living room. His eyes shamelessly follow the way she bends over to tug at the chord of her hoover, attempting to commit every curve and every feature to memory. Soap adjusts his stance as he feels the same familiar twitch in his cock against the tight constraint of his jeans, unashamed and unaware of Simon lurking presence.
“Everythin’ awright, Johnny?” Simon questions, tongue poking his cheek as he flicks through the post in his hand, though his attention isn’t really on the letters in his grasp. His eyes are filled with suspicion, a cold lingering gaze as he chucks the papers onto the counter and folds his arms over his chest. Soap all but nods his head, turning his head to face Simon, bringing his coffee to his lips. “Aye, Sir. Jus’ wakin’ up.” He replies, gesturing to the coffee in his hand and offering Simon a tight lipped smile. “Y’know how it is.” He mutters sheepishly. His lieutenant hums in acknowledgment, but his suspicious gaze never falters.
Johnny spends the evening holed up in the spare bedroom, cock still solid from this morning, painfully strangled by his pants and unable to lull himself into a comfortable sleep. His eyes drift to the red panties he abused just days prior, unwashed, Y/N’s and in the pocket of his gym shorts. He curses himself internally, grunting as he gets up to reach for them the second time, resting back against the pillows as he chases the familiar, controversial pleasure from before.
Soap stifles a moan as the wall behind him begins to reverberate with the banging of Simon and Y/N’s headboard, a sound Johnny had grown accustomed to during his stay at the couples home. The Sergeant’s eyes widen and his cock perks up at the sound of Y/N’s weak whimpers coming from the room just next door - a sound once stifled by Simon out of respect for their houseguest. His hand pumps with a desperate pace as he strains his ears to listen to the overwhelming pleasure on her lips.
“Whose pussy is this, hm?” Simon questions, loud, imposing and an unmistakable edge of jealousy in his voice, each word punctuated with another bang of the headboard. Johnnys heart rate spikes as he waits eagerly for her reply, hand tightening around his cock as he chases his orgasm. “Y-yours, Simon!” Y/N finally manages through strangled moans, desperation clinging to her tone, her words sending a shiver down Soaps spine. His head rolls back against the pillows, allowing himself a stifled groan as his cock spurts his own cum against his naked chest and into the fabric of Y/N’s panties.
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A/N - first fic, kinda nervous 🤪
