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Kinktober Day 10: DP with Ghost & Soap
TW: this is straight porn. like the nastiest thing i've ever written and probably ever will write. fingering, anal play, butt plug, soap is a munch, softdom!ghost, switch!soap, switch!reader, spanking, biting, squirting, literally everyone is kissing and touching in this. idk probably more but i can't think straight.
A/N: I split this into two parts because holy shit it was a lot. i feel like this stopped at a good place but let me know if you want part 2 (which will be worse lord help me i need to go to church)
ALSO pic above is just for aesthetic purposes and does not represent character
You hated calling this a situationship. That felt too messy, too complicated. Fuck buddies felt impersonal and vulgar. Especially because you were friends first and foremost.
Even if for some reason you all decided to stop having the greatest sex of your lives - which let's face it - was never going to happen. You were hooked on each other. You were a forever thing in whatever sense that meant. Right now that meant sitting in a booth at a bougie restaurant trying not to cream on the upholstery seats at the feeling of the pink diamond stretching out your tight hole.
You were grateful Soap was such a chatterbox, holding up the conversation well enough for the three of you. If you opened your mouth you weren't sure you could hide the quiet whimpers escaping your lips as Ghost sat beside you, not giving away anything as his fingers slipped underneath your dress and pressed firmly against your leaking pussy.
"What's the verdict Lt.?" Soap's voice carried across the table, "We staying for dessert?
To anyone in passing it would sound like an innocent question. To you and Ghost though, the two people who knew him inside and out, the low gravely drop of his voice was enough to make you both squirm.
"We're leaving." Simon's voice left no room for argument.
You were already halfway gone. Head floating and body buzzing. You didn't pay much attention to anything for the next forty-five minutes as Simon took care of the tab and Johnny kept snuggling into you, pressing just hard enough against your back to make you flutter as he pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, neck, and shoulders. It wasn't until you were back in your flat that your eyes seemed to focus again.
Leaning back on your elbows, skirt riding up your thighs while you rubbed them together mindlessly, you were focused on not missing a second of the show in front of you.
Simon had removed his ballcap and black gator, leaving his pretty face and piercing eyes on full display where he stood behind Johnny. The Scotsman had been stripped of his sports coat and the tight black t-shirt he wore beneath it clung to the broad, solid muscles of his pecs and biceps. Tight enough that you could see the ridges of Simon's knuckles through the fabric where they slid below the collar.
You were all still fully clothed and already heaving. Simon was mumbling something in Johnny's ear that you couldn't pick up from across the room, licking and nibbling on his ear while one set of Johnny's fingers dug into the tops of Simon's thick jean clad thigh. The others reached behind him to card through the soft platinum locks sticking up in all directions.
You never tired of seeing them together. Where Johnny was solid mass, broad and soft and with enough heft and weight to wrap around you like a safety blanket; Simon was corded, sinewy muscle carved from marble and cut from hours of discipline. Every move he made revealed another ab or muscle you didn't even know the human body had.
His hands were your favorite part. Despite the scars, despite the ridges and veins, despite the violence and power you knew they had delved out before - Simon's touch had never been anything but gentle with you. Even when you begged for it, when his hands left marks that stayed for days, it was always followed with a soothing, loving caress that said it's okay. Let go, I've got you.
With Johnny though he was a little less forgiving.
"Talked a big talk on the way over here. Not much to say now?"
He was pawing at Johnny, palming him roughly through the front of his dress pants while his teeth sunk into the junction of his shoulder. Johnny was bucking into the touch. Desperate for anything Simon was willing to give.
The whimper he let out when Simons hand appeared from out of his shirt and closed around his throat sent a shiver down your spine. One that Simon clocked immediately.
He kept his eyes on you but his words were meant for Johnny, "Our girl is getting cold. Why don't you go warm her up."
For such a man whose job is literally stealth and shit, it was comically cute watching him trip over his feet to kick his shoes off before collapsing on top of you. Johnny wrapped you up in his arms immediately. Pulling your legs around his thick waist and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. The weight of him made it hard to breath but the slow drag of his cock between your slick soaked panties made it worth it.
"Hi baby." Johnny whispered into your mouth as he leaned in to claim your lips.
The kiss was slow and dirty. The scrape of his 5 o'clock shadow burning in a delicious way as he licked the roof of your mouth. He pulled back enough to slip one hand over your ass, grabbing at the fat there to pull you harder against him.
His bulge caught just right on your slit, "Oh fuck. Shit Johnny, please."
Grinding harder, circling your hips and trying to chase that high, you mewled and whined when his fingers slipped over a few inches. Pressing through your dress and finding the solid, cold diamond.
Johnny groaned into you, pulling back with your bottom lip trapped in between his teeth and watching a string of spit connect your lips.
"Dinnae I tell you you'd have so much fun with this pretty thing inside you? Yeah?" He pressed on it again and swallowed the gasp that tore from your lips, "You've been so good for us these last couple weeks lass, letting us take care of you and get you ready for us."
"Think tonight's the night, right Lt.?"
Your body didn't stop rolling into the hard line of Johnny even as his words registered in your brain and you tipped your head to find Simon's watchful gaze from his post. His tall frame was leaning far too casually against your dresser, gloveless fingers fishing through the top drawer to pull out a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube. The sight alone was enough to make you drip, leaky hole spilling down over the plug in your ass and soaking through your ruined panties. Johnny felt you clench and flutter through the wet fabric and laughed into your neck where he was leaving teeth marks and bruises.
Simon watched with knowing eyes but stayed quiet as Johnny used his hold on you to drag your hips faster against his.
"You're going to cum like this first. Fully clothed and rutting against me like the needy little thing you are. Then Simon and I are going to take you apart and stuff both your greedy holes.
His words, the feeling of his clothed cock and wandering fingers, and Simon staring you down from across the room with a dark promise in his light eyes was enough to send you over the edge. Johnny held you tight, rocking his hips slowly as your first orgasm rippled through you in sharp spasms.
The two of you stayed there, wrapped in each other and pressing kisses to each others lips while you came down from your high. Finally, once you were breathing somewhat normally again, Johnny kneeled back on his haunches and pulled the tight shirt from his body.
Your fingers reached for the exposed skin. Drinking in the way his skin stuttered and breath hitched as your fingertips drifted across the soft of his belly, over the end of the scar running across his abdomen and below his navel, dipping into the cut of his hips, before settling heavy and teasing on his belt buckle.
You were going to pull the leather apart, eager to get your hands on the thick member straining against his zipper, when one large hand covered both of yours and paused your actions. Simon placed one knee beside you and leaned over where you lay on the bed, doing his best to ignore Johnny's hand rubbing across his shoulders and rubbing out any tension in them as he looked you in the eye and made you focus on him for a minute.
"You're in charge here sweetheart. You say stop, we stop. You change your mind at any point, we stop. You know well enough that we're a lot to handle one at a time so if you don't want to do this -"
You cut him off there, "Simon. I want this. I want you." You reached out to tug at Johnny again, "I want both of you."
Simon's kiss was slower, sweeter. He was pouring every ounce of love and trust into it to make sure you knew that they were in this with you. When he pulled back though his eyes had darkened and his hand braced around your throat.
"Take your clothes off. Johnny's going to fuck you now. Gotta get you as wet and ready for us as we can before I split you apart on my cock, love."
You and Johnny were frantic. Clothes ripping off and flying around the room as he helped strip you down and leave you in nothing but your panties and heels while simultaneously rucking off his own trousers. Simon was less dramatic in his stripping. Lining up his shoes, folding his black slacks, tauntingly undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one until it fell off the sharp lines of his shoulders. He left his tight briefs on as he slipped onto the bed in front of you, leaning against the headboard and spreading his long limbs on either side of where Johnny was guiding you back onto the bed.
"On your knees love."
You crawled to the center of the bed, looking up at Simon through your lashes. The bed behind you dipped as Johnny joined you. The moment his thick hands landed on your outer thighs, shaking the limbs to watch your ass ripple, you were melting. Hands pushing out, back arching. Presenting yourself to him and begging without words for him to fucking touch you already.
Johnny groaned, fingers tightening, "Fuck. Pretty thing aren't you baby? Fucking dripping all over the fucking sheets like we dinnae already claim this pussy. Want a reminder then of who this belongs to yeah?"
His broad nose was running over your skin, chasing the goosebumps that appeared in its wake, as he spoke behind you. You pushed your hips back trying to chase the feeling of his hot breath and get his mouth on you.
He kissed you once, twice, over the gusset of your panties. Over the discoloration and sticky sweet scent of you. Then he hooked a finger in the material and tugged it to the side, revealing your fluttering and dripping pussy as well as the bright pink plug glinting from its spot snug in your ass.
"Lass is fucking ruined Simon. Ain't even had a cock in her and she's already a mess."
You whimpered pathetically at his cruel words and the way his fingers were massaging the skin around your thighs and ass, spreading and pushing and squeezing to see every angle he could.
Simon heard you and took pity on the pleading look in your eyes, "Shut the fuck up Soap and put that mouth to good use."
Johnny's responding Yes, Lieutenant was spoken into you as he dove in. Simon didn't miss it and you didn't miss the way he shuddered either. You couldn't tease him about it even if for a second you wanted to be a brat about the big scary Ghost having a praise kink because Johnny's tongue was working inside of you and stealing any thoughts from your head.
He didn't eat like a man starved. He ate like a man on a mission. John Mactavish was nothing if not a certified munch. He'd proven this time and time again yet his eagerness never ceased to amaze you. He alternating between strong, probing, sucking to short, syrupy licks. Using his nose and chin to stimulate as much of your slick lips as he could reach.
You pressed your face into the soft sheets and twisted to look back at him. Your eyes damn near rolled at the sight of him grinding his hips into the bed below, thick cock slipping and throbbing as he tried to gain some friction.
"Johnny please! Wanna cum on your cock."
He pulled away with great reluctance. Smacking the side of your hips as he rose to his knees behind you, his face glistening with your slick. Simon shifted forward, bracketing your head with his huge thighs and petting your hair.
"Wanna taste."
The hand that wasn't holding you reached out to grab the back of Johnny's neck, pulling him into a nasty kiss. It was all tongue and teeth as the two soldiers above you fought for dominance. Ghost licked him from chin to cupids bow, cleaning your juices off of his face. The sight of them together always turned you on. It was hard not to be when the two most beautiful and most dangerous men you knew were tongue fucking above you with the taste of you on their lips.
Without meaning to you starting twirling your hips. Nuzzling into Simon's thighs and bulge as the heat of them above and around you caused you to sweat. Simon growled when your tongue darted out, searching through his briefs to try and find what you were craving.
He pulled away from Johnny with a schmack of their lips, "Better hurry up Sarge, our girl is getting restless and I might have to take care of her myself."
"Nah." Johnny smoothed his hands over my skin again before I felt the drag of his cockhead through my slit, the tip catching on my clit and causing me to buck forward where Simon caught me and held me in place, "Greedy little slut needs more than one cock tonight Lt."
"Please..." You cried out below them, hands fisting the sheets as Johnny pushed the tip of his dick against your weeping hole with just enough pressure to make you shake.
"I've got you baby."
He pushed in slowly. Inch by thick, delicious inch. No matter how many times you'd had him, the sheer girth of Johnny was enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Your tight walls gripped him, sucking him in and pushing him out at the same time as he bullied his way in slowly.
You were panting, crying into Simon as he soothed your sweat slicked hair back from your face and cooed at you from above.
"Taking him so well, love. Deep breaths."
Johnny stayed seated at the root for a few moments, letting you catch your breath and letting himself find the strength not to bust a nut in the first thirty seconds.
"Si...please. Need you!"
Your nails were digging into the scarred, strong flesh of his thighs now. Desperate and needing something to ground yourself, he was definitely going to have half moon shapes imprinted in his skin for a while.
"Know what you need, love."
He shifted back just enough to pull off his underwear, the final piece of clothing separating him from you. His dick bounced up, slapping against his chiseled abdomen and leaving a spot of precum in its wake. Where Johnny was thick, Simon was long and fucking hung like a horse and the nine inches he was packing made your mouth water. You'd never described a penis as pretty before knowing Simon but both you and Johnny had agreed his pink tip, slight curve upwards, and velvety iron rod was enough to constitute the adjective.
Especially when it was drilling one of you into the mattress.
Simon grabbed himself, squeezing at the base and tugging a couple of times before holding himself out to you. The moment your lips parted and you moaned at the taste of him on your tongue, Johnny pulled out to the tip before slamming back in. The action was enough to have you gagging on Simon.
"Sorry baby, couldn't help myself."
His pace was steady. Hard and deep as he filled you up and stretched you out. Every thrust sent you further and further down Simon's cock until you weren't even trying to find a rhythm anymore and simply let Johnny fuck both of you.
Simon was in heaven, just letting you suck on him for your own pleasure and need to have something in your mouth as he watched Johnny with apt fascination. His open mouth, grunting and moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock. The bead of sweat rolling between his pecs and the smattering of dark chest hair before disappearing into the mess where his lovers were connected.
Reaching under you, trying not to choke you as you slobbered on his length, Simon's dexterous fingers found purchase to help the two of you along. His left hand groped at your swaying tits, pinching and flicking your neglected nipples and enjoying the way your cries vibrated through him. His other found the slick, creamy mess you and Johnny were making.
His fingers split around you both. Feeling every push and pull of Johnny's thick cock in and out of you. The heel of his hand pushed up and let you grind your clit against him.
"Can feel you clenching around him love. Sucking him in nice and tight. Perfect little pussy, made just for us."
You and Johnny both moaned at his words.
"Johnny, I think she needs a preview of what's to come."
Johnny's hips slowed, never stopping but dragging in and out so you could feel every ridge and vein of him. You closed your eyes in bliss, whining at the loss of Simon in your mouth as he joined Johnny behind you.
The first glob to land on your ass was warm and you'd heard Johnny spit. Then came the click of a bottle cap and a slightly colder fluid joined it around the plug. The second Simon pressed it into you, your legs gave out and Johnny had to catch your hips to keep himself tucked inside you.
"Ah ah ah! Can't run baby, this is what you wanted remember? Be a good girl and hold still." Johnny slapped against your hips and ass again, loving the way you gushed around him.
"She's just feeling too much right now to use that big, smart brain of hers. She'll get it."
Simon's fingers drifted across your skin, twirling and teasing around where you needed him the most. Finally he grabbed hold of the plug and ever so slowly pulled. He only pulled it halfway out before gently pushing back in. The stretch and pressure made you pause, holding your breath and tensing your whole body.
"Breathe baby." Johnny ground his hips in tight circles, reaching around to play with your pearl, "Gotta relax for us. Si is just making sure you're ready for him."
You gasped when Simon did it again. Choking in air and sobbing into the sheets below you. You were so full. And they hadn't even really fucked you yet.
Simon kept moving the pretty pink plug in and out of you as Johnny picked up his pace again. Thighs slapping against yours as he drove into you hard and fast. You were blubbering beneath them, hands twisting behind your back to reach for them. They each laced one of their hands with your without ever letting up, using the hold to tug you back harder into Johnny's cock.
"Please, please! 'M gonna cum!"
"Yeah? Getting close love?" Simon pulled the plug out of you with a slick pop.
Leaving you gasping and gaping around nothing as Johnny's thrusts grew frantic at the sight. You could feel him pulsing inside you as he swelled.
"Need just a little more baby. Need you to cum for us. Cover my cock in your sweety cum so we can both be inside you." Johnny spat over your exposed ass, the impact causing you to clench around him like a vice.
Simon bent over to meet your fucked out gaze. Untangling your fingers he brought one hand to your mouth, shoving three of his long digits inside and feeling you swirl your tongue over them.
"Want a preview of what it's going to feel like with my dick filling up that pretty asshole?"
Ripping his hand from your mouth, drool pooling into the sheets and over your chin, he reached back suddenly dipped his middle two fingers inside your puckered, gaping hole.
That was all it took. Filled by both your lovers, Johnny rubbing the hood of your clit swiftly, you were gushing. Your legs were weak, shaking and sliding out as Johnny growled over you and pumped you full of his cum.
"That's it love. Fuck you look so good. Did so good for us. Making a mess all over."
"Holy fucking shit Simon. She's still fucking going. Pussy is fucking trying to kill me, holy fuck!"
He didn't stop as he moving, the feeling of you spraying over his wrist and thighs only prolonging his high. Simon was practically holding you up by your asshole as his fingers crooked and scissored inside.
When you were both finally sated, bodies physically drained, Johnny collapsed on top of you and Simon dipped down to push his tongue into his mouth and then yours. Going back and forth as all your faces were smooshed together and you lost track of whose lips were where.
You could feel Johnny twitching inside of you, whimpering at the feeling of him growing hard again.
"Sorry baby but you know we ain't done yet. Not even fucking close."
Simon pulled him out of you, hand covering your wet pussy and just holding it there as you cried at the sudden feeling of being empty everywhere.
"You're okay. Just gotta adjust."
His fingers smoothed through your lips, slipping his pointer into your pussy and stretching his little finger down to press into your ass. You bucked up, despite being overstimulated and sensitive already all you wanted was more, more, more.
And by god if your boys weren't here to give you everything you could ever dream of and then some.
