── Cod men and their porn★ obsessions <3
Warnings/Themes: NSFW, 18+, MDNI!!, PURE filth, smut, male masturbation, sex dreams, age gaps (theyre ALL older than the darling), sexual guilt, reader is in her early 20s, reader doesnt do pornhub/OF but does do sex mags, jacking off, fleshlight usage and prolly smore.
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Characters: Price, Ghost, Konig, Gaz, Soap and Horangi.
─ John Price, the one that feels guilty and filthy for his habit of busting a load onto a magazine of a girl half his age.
The old man just couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but purchase another set of your magazines in bulk because he kept ruining pages with his ungodly loads.
After a long day or mission, he'd retreat into his office with a huff and sit in his chair for just a few seconds before unbuckling his belt and releasing his heavy cock from his military pants. Opening the desk drawer with one hand while the other works on himself, he flipped through the pages until he found his favorite one.
His favorite page was one with your plump tits out on display over a work desk, pink cotton panties still on. One pose, you were laid out on the desk entirely on your right side with your tits pushing out to the side. Another pose had you bent over the desk, face down ass up and that pose is what got him. The camera angles, one to capture your face in such a pretty position and the other to capture how you'd look if someone was behind you. He could see the outline of your glistening cunt through the cute panties you had on, that was his favorite part. He imagined himself bending you over his desk while pushing those same panties to the side and fucking you full of his thick, heavy and veiny cock at rapid speeds. Making you sore for the next few days to a week while he got back to business, just to eventually return and repeat.
He's considered the age gap, how bad it'd look for a man in his late 40s to be this down bad for a woman in her early 20s, but he can't help it! You looked just so pretty with your makeup set, hair styled like an angel, nails done and bra off. But you'd look just so much better with your makeup running down your face due to his brutal bed performance, hair all sorts of fucked up because he grabbed on it like a leash, nails still done and everything off.
You never fully exposed yourself on the magazines, it left him to imagine how you'd feel and what you looked like.
He could play your voices from past podcasts all he wanted and he could watch you pose on paper all he wanted, but he'd never get to really feel you.
At least that's what he thought until he finally got to pound into you like a wild beast in rut, squeezing your tits and hearing your pornographic moans is something a man like him should've only dreamt of.
─ Simon Riley, he didn't necessarily like the idea of jerking his cock on the job but hey...It's you, so it's ok.
Unlike Price, you and him had.... History. He had been your number one fan, anonymously of course. Only "Ghost" and "Ghosty" existed between you two.
You knew of his anonymous identity, how he'd buy you whatever products or clothing you wanted. You and him knew enough about each other that phone sex began to occur due to distance.
He'd take shelter in the showers when everyone else was asleep or busy, pull his phone out to take a few pictures and wait for your reply as he aggressively beats his cock to your previously sent pictures that he had to ignore until now.
He didn't even have to imagine how you felt, he knew how you felt. Mask was always on; his clothes were always on. But yours? Torn off on the ground beneath you.
By the time you saw the notifications of his needy cock trying to break out his pants, you clenched around nothing. You two fucked before, you wished you could see his face but the somewhere around 8 inches or more he packs does just fine. His military stamina and speed makes up for the time you couldn't share with him, maybe that's why all your dildos are in the shape of his cock. Maybe that's also why you quietly hint at being his during every photoshoot. A little ghost on your bra or panties, his "name" somewhere in the setup, his favorite themes or even wearing the things he bought for you.
When you called, all you heard was his muffled groans and quiet mumbles of your name. A pool immediately started in your panties. It's a good thing you're alone in your apartment with your favorite dildo to your side, right?
─ Alexander König's too shameful and embarrassed for it, but still does it. A giant pushing 7ft with anxiety somehow found the need to masturbate to your beautiful face nightly. He is only a man, hm?
He was never good with people. Much less women, especially pretty women.
That's the reason he's got ahold of an unused storage closet as his little "Besonderer Raum", a space nobody will check. A space he can peacefully but angrily jerk his big, heavy, thick and pretty cock to his pretty little obsession. He's got posters, magazines, voice clips and even undergarments of your size and taste.
He'll rub the pink leopard print thong against his cock as he fucks into his own fist wishing it was you instead. If he can't get ahold of a voice clip, will play music he remembers hearing you mention to fancy. Even if it isn't his type, he'll endure it for the nut.
Even when he practically has carpet burn from the tight grasp he's got on the panties wrapped around his cock─a horny and hungry man knows no limits. He'll buck his hips up into it as if he's fucking you.
He's the same when it comes to pocket pussies too. You're funny if you think he isn't wrapping those same nut-stained panties around it as he fucks it hard and deep. Trying to pretend it's you. He'll, like usual, will release the biggest load imaginable into it with wishes of it one day being you.
But when that wish finally comes true, he's got no idea how to act. You're teasing him, grinding on him and keeping him hard and hot, but nothing more. He lets you have full control; he has no idea how to talk to pretty women.
─ Kyle Garrick is more than just a soldier. He's a gentleman, a sweetheart. He'll too pull his cock out like the rest of the filthy military men but at least he isn't as filthy. Props to the cutie.
You loved your fans. And your favorite happened to be a cute little military man who went by "Gaz".
He had a cute face, a cute voice, a cute personality and a cute cock. You might've been a tease on paper, but you were more for "Gaz". You'd ship him panties, bras and even sex toys..For his own usage of course. The distance would mean it's impossible for him to control a vibrator inside of you, but that doesn't mean you can't get a custom made fleshlight that looks just like your southern sides!
You knew only "Gaz" knew how pretty you really were underneath the lingerie. And he wished he could say the same, but it was genuinely such a shame when his friends found the nude printed pictures of you he kept for...Personal usage. The teasing began immediately but when he caved in from guilt and told you of what happened, you began to tease him as well.
It was cute, he was cute. He was so ashamed of jerking one off with his friends fast asleep so close but he can't disobey your word. He sends you a video of him working one out, slowly but steadily with a cloth in his mouth to avoid moaning out loud and disturbing them. His quiet groans and quick breaths earned him a video of you fingering yourself to him and promising that once he was off of duty, you'd 10000% be going out for drinks...
And to no one's surprise, he immediately took off without even a goodbye when duty was over. He has a missus to see and who is he to bail on you just cause his buddies wanna go drink in some bar downtown? He's got a woman now!
─ Johnny MacTavish was shameless. He gave no fucks and that went towards everything. He once busted a fat one on Ghost's bed and when the victim got upset, his only argument was that "I was havin' a good time."
He was loyal like a dog. Loyal enough to you that he earned your number and when the "Pay me if you want a video of me cumming to your name, Handsome" or "Send me some money if you want me to reward you for serving for us <3" messages came through, the order was obeyed immediately.
He went from a 6ft jokester with a backbone, to being a dog. He'd let you walk him on a leash if you wanted. In fact, he wears a little collar under his uniform with your initials on it. If he dies in combat, at least he'll know he died with something of you on him!
But besides that, it didn't really matter when or where he was, if you wanted him to whip it out and send you a video of his impressive cock slapping against his abs before he spits on his hand and jerks it─he'd do it within an hour.
He once made everyone think he was dead because you requested a video. He was hiding in a small crawl space in a house; he was in there for shelter originally, but his pants got tight and he got hot immediately when he saw your name pop up on this phone.
His cock was out in an instant; calloused hands covered in spit flew down to his shaft right after placing the phone with facetime on in front of his angrily hard cock. His thick took up most of the screen, making you almost too wet. The lewd sounds were unreal, he was trying so hard not to cum immediately due to the praise he was receiving plus the sensation, but it was too much!
He came with a low groan of your name, his cum flew all over the phone and some on the camera, shocking you. His load was huge, just like his size. It makes sense for a man around 6ft to cum like a fucking monster!!!
─ Kim Hong-jin is the most perverted man known to mankind. He might be a shit gambler, but he knows how to gamble with women right.
He's a plethora of things. He's great in combat, great at making friends, great at being loud and great with being funny. But he's not so great at gambling, only is he good when he's got the woman of his dreams playing against him.
After months of him being your top seller and fan, you and him built something. Something so...Raw that you sat in front of him playing strip poker or something along those lines.
You're borderline naked, only in panties and a bra while he's missing one major piece of clothing. His boxers. Ignore his socks.
You can see how his cock is fighting to be released, even a small little wet spot. Precum.
It takes two more rounds. He lost one, boxers came off which left his huge cock on display. It was impossible to not stare and get soaked by.
You lost one, your bra came off. Tits on display, it was something he's seen over and over again but this time, it was different. He sat here, fully exposed in front of his dream girl and you sat there, partially exposed to your dream man. It took minutes of your bra being off for him to pounce you, like a tiger.
He pulled your panties to aside, no need for foreplay. You were soaked; it left a spot on the damn chair. Condom? He doesn't need one. He's confident enough to pull out, and he keeps that mindset even when he's buried balls deep in your cunt with you bent over the table that once housed a game of poker. Was it poker or something else? All you can remember is his heavy cock dragging against you and painting your inners white.
One round didn't satisfy him or you; he went for more. From missionary to cowgirl to even 69, nearly every position was tried on that table. In the end, you had nothing to wear for the next day. Walking around with no panties or bra on gave him easy access for another time!
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I hope this was ok!! This is my first time writing pure smut AND first time writing for cod :3 Feel free to use this as a base for anything, cod is one of those fandoms im in that i cant realllyyyy write much for due to not being able to memorize good amounts of lore like missions in one sitting :(( [If u can guess who my fav is out of these few are, u get a cookie!]
