#task force 141 smut

[silverlullabies]

Imagine Alpha!Ghost who has never once been moved by an omega’s scent. Not a single twitch of interest in all the years he’s been forced to stand in crowded rooms and breathe their scent in.

He’s smelled every combination- cloying florals and bright citruses and dark, earthy things.

And… he feels nothing. No itch under his skin. No pull in his chest. No instinct to knot an omega and fill them full of his pups

He handles his ruts alone, teeth sunk into his own forearm, fist working, mask never lifted even when he’s locked in his quarters with the lights off.

Until he smells you.

Tangerine, bright, sharp, almost sweet enough to make his mouth water. Black tea, dark and tannic. Stereotypical. Nothing worth noting. Until he smells the iron, metallic and thick. Catches a whiff of it and inhales until he’s dizzy with it.

His cock swells so fast it punches the air out of his lungs, thickens against the front of his fatigues until the fabric strains, the head already leaking like a faucet, knot at the base swelling fat. His rut scratches at the back of his head, claws raking, vicious, sudden, feral need that makes his vision tunnel and his hands shake.

It takes everything in him to not drop to his knees right then and there, nose between your thick thighs, lick you clean while you squirmed and bled for him. Iron and tangerine all over his tongue, his mask.

He wants to scent you so thoroughly no one else can smell anything but him. Wants to fuck you through it, knot you deep while you’re still bleeding, keep you plugged full until the cramping stops and the only thing you can feel is the stretch of his cock.

He has to brace a hand on the wall. Has to breathe through his mouth even though it doesn’t help, because the scent is everywhere now, in his nose, in his throat, in the low, involuntary rumble that starts in his chest. The thought of your soft belly and plush hips makes his knot throb again, another thick bead of precome soaking into the cotton.

He wonders if you’d let him. If a nervous little thing like you would let him put you on your back and spread you open, let him bury his face in that iron sweet mess until your thighs shake around his ears, or if you’d fuss and try to close your legs before his big hands pinned you wide and his tongue found the source of it.

Wonders if you’d cry when he finally fucks you, when the knot catches and locks and he keeps you there, breeding you through the blood like some feral thing that’s finally found the only scent worth crawling on his knees for.

Ghost whose hands are trembling as he turns the corner and sees you there. Ghost who gets hard- painfully, humiliatingly hard- from the smell of you on your period.

[gloomwitchwrites]

for the anon that wants to know how the 141 eat pussy.

Gaz enjoys a slow, intimate 69 laying sideways. He can watch you suck his dick, touch more of you, finger as he licks.

Ghost likes it on his knees with your legs over his shoulders, arms supporting your ass and bracing you against the wall. He loves that you can’t wiggle away.

Soap is a face sitter. He wants you to crush him, to squeeze his head between your thighs. The man wants to die eating pussy.

Price is as traditional as they come. He’ll grab your ankle and yank you to the edge of the bed, go down on his knees, and have himself a feast.

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[johnpricescumrag]

You'd been sitting in the common room, curled up on a loveseat. You weren't even wearing anything sexy.

Soap just grabbed you by the waist, tugged your pants and panties down, and slid into you.

"Christ, she's so fuckin' tight." Soap groans, hips rutting into your pussy roughly.

"You're gonna stain your dress blues, Johnny." Ghost rumbles from an armchair a few feet away.

"That sloppy pussy's gonna make us all late, lads." Price laughs, lazily jerking his cock. "We're supposed to be at the gala in less than twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, Soap!" Gaz complains. "I want a turn with her before we have to go!"

"She has other holes!" Soap grunts, his hips harshly slamming into you.

"Easy, boys. There's more than enough of that pussy to go around." Ghost laughs. His hand comes to pet your cheek, his thumb parting your lips.

High-pitched, squeaky moans are forced out of you with each harsh thrust. You clench around Soap hard enough for him to curse, his hips stuttering.

Gaz practically body slams Soap out of the way to get to you, or more adequately, your sloppy, dribbling pussy. "Shh, easy, honey. It's just me."

Gaz's thrusts are deep and harsh, making you repeatedly sob and cry out his name. Your whole word narrows down to Gaz and his cock. Nothing else really registers to you.

You sob at the loss when Gaz pulls out of your spent, swollen pussy. You whine, confused when no one moves to replace him.

"Sorry, slut. We've gotta go." Ghost sneers, patting your cheek condescendingly.

Price smiles at you, "I'll fuck ya when we get back. Keep that cunt nice an' loose for me."

[rawkonig]

sweet girl - 141 being obsessed with you

the nickname had started with simon first. passing you in the hallway, hand falling on your lower back as he squeezed past you, greeting you with a good morning and “s’cuse me sweetheart, just gettin’ past”

he’d say it when catching you working out in the gym, complimenting you on your form with a hidden “nice form, sweet girl, keep those legs apart”. somehow he’d find his way behind you, pressing his body against you. you never knew how he ended up there.

then it spread to soap, with a little more enthusiasm. greeting you in the hallways, calling the name out loud enough to get the attention of everyone. “what’s our sweet girl been up ta’?”, “anything new goin’ on, sweet girl?”

you couldn’t lie, it turned you the fuck on. especially when simon said it with his low voice, creeping up behind you and rasping it in your ear. soap almost made a humiliation ritual out of it, causing you to run to a private area to play with yourself— thinking of the two having their way with you, all while calling you “sweet girl”.

it was even worse when gaz got to it. he spoke it with such love, smiling with that natural charm he had. “hey there, sweet girl,” smirking as usual. during gun training one day he had your panties soaked from all the praising and pet-names. and you think he knew it.

price catching on is the cherry on the fucking cake. he just knows how to use it in a way that his boy’s don’t. “what’re ya’ doin’ there sweet girl?” “sure you can handle all that?” “need some help there, sweet thing?”

it got so bad you knew it had to be a running joke! something they were all in on. but it wasn’t, you really just were their sweet girl <3

i wrote this at like 3am bc i wanted to do some sfw stuff but ended up being SLIGHTLY smutty bc… phew. anyways !! asks are open !!

[itsoutrageouss]

Sitting on Simon’s face to shut him up?

It's when you think he gets too arrogant, too mouthy that you push Simon 'Ghost' Riley down by the shoulders. He could easily stop you and you both know it. But he welcomes it, a little taken aback by the sudden gesture but intrigued.

You had been arguing over yet another mission- he said you were too soft and sentimental, you said he was too cold and aloof. One day arguing had led to him hoisting you up against the wall and fucking you to prove a point. You guys had argued a lot more since then.

He lets himself lay down on the bed, feet still planted on the ground. It takes you 0.1 second to slip off your panties under your skirt before you're crawling over him, climbing him like a tree and slowly sitting yourself down

You manage to catch his eyes before his face disappears under your skirt. You think it might be love, the way he looks up at you.

And it worked because he doesn't say a single thing- no protest or thanks. He just gets to work, hands curling around your thighs, opening his warm mouth for you and letting his tongue delve into your cunt. Eventually there's a groan of appreciation that sends shivers up and down your spine, making you arch and simultaneously press yourself down onto his mouth harder. He sticks his tongue out in response, urging you to move by yourself with a tug on your hips.

It had been a ridiculous discussion where he'd been praising his skills far too much and yours far too little- but it melted from your mind as you rocked your hips over his face, feeling his nose nudge your clit.

He mumbles against you, slobbering and sucking diligently -doing his duty- serving his apology with gentle sucks on your clit.

His eyes are closed tightly. What had you been arguing about? And why exactly hadn't you shut him up like this before? And would you pretty please do it again?

He feels you drip down his chin and onto his neck, his brow furrowing as he groans. He wanted to actually eat you up, gently scraping his teeth on your sensitive clit as you cum all over his face. He was gonna piss you off more often now on purpose if this was how you'd punish him.

[liliacsdelight]

COD Men Headcanons

COD Men x BlackFem!Reader

COD men's reaction to you all soft and overwhelmed, whispering “please… take some out.” Each man reacts in his own way: some fold, some mock, some push you deeper. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Graves, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Keegan, and Nikto.

Thank you @codnasties for the inspiration. You literally fueled my first two headcanon sets🙏🏼

König

Your little whimper “it’s too much” makes him freeze for half a second, blue eyes wide behind the hood. Then he groans, forehead against yours, dick still buried to the hilt. “Scheiße… you’re so tight, kleine. You want me to take some out?” He pulls back an inch—just enough for you to sigh in shaky relief—before slamming back in with a brutal snap. He chuckles when your nails dig into his shoulders. “Nein, you can take it. Open up for me. Let me break you properly.” Even as tears roll, he coos in German, rocking into you until your body stops fighting and starts melting around him.

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Alejandro

You’re gasping, thighs trembling around his hips, and your soft plea nearly undoes him. He kisses your jaw, hips slowing, murmuring, “Too much for mi amor? I know, I know…” He pulls out a little, just the head stretching you, giving you space to breathe—then pushes back in slower, watching your lashes flutter. His smile is wicked though, voice a low purr: “Mira cómo lloras for me. You’re begging, but your pussy won’t let me go. You don’t really want me out, hermosa. You want me deeper.” His thrusts pick up again, deliberately measured, forcing you to ride out every inch while he hushes your cries.

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Graves

You choke out “take some out” and he laughs, mean and sharp. “Baby, you asked for this cock. Now you’re beggin’ for mercy?” He grabs your hips, holding you down on him so you feel every brutal inch. He fucks up into you rough, ignoring your squirming. “Ain’t no half-measure with me. You get all of it or none at all.” He smacks your ass hard, sneering when you sob his name. “Cry pretty all you want. This cunt’s mine, stretched full, stuffed proper.” He doesn’t let up until you’re too fucked-out to ask again.

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Price

The plea makes his chest ache even as it turns him on. He slows, cupping your face, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “Easy now, sweetheart. You want me to ease up?” He pulls out halfway, giving you shallow thrusts, his eyes soft even as his cock throbs inside you. “There we go. Breathe with me. You’re doing so well.” But the second your body relaxes, he’s sliding in again, deep and unhurried, eyes locked to yours. “I can’t leave you half-full, love. You need it all. Let me give it to you.” His voice is gentle, but he doesn’t stop until you’re clinging to him, begging for more.

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Gaz

You whimper the words, and he falters, forehead pressing to yours. “Shit, baby… am I hurting you?” He almost pulls out completely, guilt flickering across his face—until he feels your walls still clenching him tight. His jaw tightens. “You don’t mean that. Look at you, dripping for me.” He kisses your tears, then rocks back in slow and deep, coaxing your legs around his waist. “Don’t run from it. Let me in, all the way. You’re my girl, yeah? Take me.” He talks you through every thrust, soft voice against your skin, fucking you until your moans replace the pleas.

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Soap

Your shaky “take some out” makes him bark a laugh, feral grin splitting his face. “Oh, lass, too late for that.” He ruts into you harder, grinding his pelvis against your clit. He bites your throat, hand pinning your wrists above your head. “You begged to get stuffed, and now your full—so deal with it.” When you cry, he licks a tear off your cheek, groaning. “Fuck, look at you—can't even take it but you love it. My greedy slut.” He keeps you stuffed to the brim, snapping his hips until you’re screaming his name.

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Ghost

The whisper slips past your lips—“too much, Ghost… take some out”—and he stills, chest heaving, mask brushing your cheek. He tilts your face so you meet his eyes, cold and unreadable. Then he smirks behind the skull. “No. You asked for me. You’ll take me.” He pulls out an inch, just to make you think he’s giving mercy—then rams back in, hard enough to knock the breath out of you. “See? You can take it. You were made to.” His gloved hand presses over your mouth when you sob, his voice dark in your ear. “Don’t ask again. You’re mine—every inch stays in.”

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Keegan

Your shaky whisper makes his eyes darken under the camo paint, body stilling for a beat. Then he leans down, breath hot at your ear. “Take some out? Not happening.” His tone is rough, rasping from hours of silence in the field. He rolls his hips deliberately, grinding deeper instead of easing up, making you keen. “I hide in the shadows all damn day, but with you? I want all of me buried where no one can see.” His hand covers your mouth when you try to plead again, his other dragging your thigh higher on his waist. “Shh. Don’t waste your breath. You’ll take it. Every inch. I won’t leave you empty.”

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Nikto

The words slip from your lips, breathless—“please… take some out”—and Nikto tilts his head, dark eyes narrowing behind the mask. His hand clamps down on your hip, keeping you flush to him. “Nyet. You take what I give.” His accent makes the words heavier, crueler. He pulls back just slightly, enough to tease, before shoving back in with ruthless force. You cry out, and he chuckles low, a sound like gravel. “Your body does not lie. You are built to be filled.” His glove brushes your cheek almost tenderly, a contrast to the brutal way he keeps rutting into you. “Suffer, malen’kaya. Break on me. You’ll thank me after.”

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[starsnblue]

Have you seen those pelvic floor exercise reels on Instagram?

Anyway the 141 and your pelvic floor exercises

Ghost will absolutely give a dead-eyed stare, holding a stop watch almost menacingly to time how long you squeeze for. “Only eight seconds love, yeh were meant to do ten.” And his favourite phrase “Again.”

Gaz would be the kindest, reminding you to breathe while holding the long squeezes, squeezing your hand in time with the pulses and counting aloud so all you had to do was focus on your exercises. “Keep breathing love, keep going, doing so well.”

Soap would be the most enthusiastic, offering to watch your muscles squeeze and relax “tah make sure yeh’re dooin’ it right.” Always reminds you to do them at the most inconvenient times, like right before bed.

Price is no-nonsense about them, he never lets you skip a single night. His resolute gaze meets your pouty one. He is unmoved by your whining. “Thank me later doll, do them now. And squeeze for two, three, four,” He does the hand gestures to make you feel less alone.

All of them will ask you to squeeze mid fuck to test your progress.

[soapsmanwhore]

Task Force 141's Whore pt 1

Soap x ftm!reader x GhostPriceKonig

Summary: Soap loves showing the others pictures of you, until he accidentally shows them a lewd picture of you and the rest of the team become interested in seeing you like that. When Soap gets home for leave, you persuade him to video call the others while you two have sex.

Minors and fem!aligned dni

Tags: Established Soap x Trans Male reader (afab, he/him pronouns), "pussy, hole, g-spot, & t-dick" used to describe readers genitalia, no condom but reader has no risk of pregnancy (be safe people), exhibitionism, voyeurism, open relationship, breeding kink, dirty talk/degradation "slag, bitch, cumslut", praise, impact play/spanking, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, oral sex/blowjob, mild cock warming (oral and vaginal), vaginal fingering, hair grabbing, manhandling, orgasm denial, daddy kink, primal kink, cum eating, soft aftercare

Read at your own discretion. Dni if any of the above concepts make you uncomfortable.

Word count: 4376

Story starts after the break

Soap was always proud of his boyfriend, and he loves to show you off. Soap wastes no time in showing the other boys your pictures with a bright and goofy smile, and honestly? The other three are already in love just by how Soap talks about you long before any of them meet you.

"Son, you've got yourself a beautiful man there. Don't break his heart, that's an order," Price says one evening when it's just the four of them in Price's office. Soap had been excitedly showing off new pictures he'd gotten of you to Konig, Price, and Ghost.

"'Course sir, I'd never think about it," Soap says, sighing happily as he flicks through the pictures you sent him. Some are just of your outfits if you feel like you can go out. Others are just you dying your hair. Or pictures of the food you make.

Soap didn't know that Ghost and Konig had wandered behind the couch he was resting on and was watching the Sergeant flick through all of the photos he collected. Soap blushes and lingers at a picture of you spread out under him. Blush all the way down your chest and cum spattered on your stomach. Dark hickeys are littered all down your body, the most concentrated on your neck. It shows off your top surgery scars and cute little t-dick perfectly. Ghost chuckles darkly from where he stands. Konig shuffles a bit where he's standing, he likes that image. Really likes it.

"That's a good picture," Simon comments, voice low and rough with lust as Soap yelps and frantically tries to switch photos, which only keeps showing more lewd ones of you instead.

"Yeah," Konig agrees quietly, licking his lips under his mask. He can't help it when his mind wanders to how you would feel or even sound. And he's sure Ghost is thinking the same thing if the bulge in his pants has anything to say about it.

"Oh?" Price says, interest piqued as he stops clicking away at the computer on his desk.

"Show Price," Ghost says, smirking under his mask as Soap looks so utterly embarrassed and flustered.

"G-Guys, he's my boyfriend," Soap pleads with them and Price hums thoughtfully.

"Weren't you the one that said the two of you have an open relationship?" Price is tapping the end of a pen against his lower lip as he smirks a bit.

Soap realizes he's trapped and he swipes back to the first picture Ghost and Konig saw before hesitantly walking over to Price's desk. He takes one last look at you before turning the phone to show it to Price. The Captain whistles, but not in a predatory way, instead it sounds amazed or impressed at the sight of the photo.

"Damn, he looks good," Price chuckles darkly. "Bet he looks even better split on your cock, eh son?"

Soap is speechless, left a stuttering mess as he tries to gather his own thoughts. Price and Ghost just share a laugh at Soap's reaction and Ghost claps a hand on Soap's shoulder.

"Maybe we should all spend our leave with him," Ghost teases and Soap swallows the lump in his throat.

"Sounds hot," Konig adds, almost groaning at the mental image of seeing his team having their way with you.

Soap can't deny that the thought of seeing you fucked by his own team makes him painfully hard in his pants. It's the whole reason he allowed it to be an open relationship in the first place. He likes seeing you with other men. His only rule was that you had to film every time you brought someone home and send it to him.

When Soap came home for their leave, he found you sleeping at your desk, laptop still open but in sleep mode. The Sergeant just smiles and walks over to you, gently waking you with a large hand to your shoulder. You jolt awake, scooting your laptop back a few inches on accident before you look up and meet the eyes of your boyfriend.

"Johnny!" You blurt out excitedly as you shoot up from your chair and nearly tackle your boyfriend to the ground. However, strong arms just wrap around you and hold you up easily. "I thought your leave wasn't for another two weeks!?"

"Well, it wasn't, but I got time off for good behavior," Soap answers and you narrow your eyes.

"Yeah, like you'd get that with the way you run your mouth," You respond before giggling, ecstatic. "What was it, really?"

Soap then launches into an explanation of the last mission the team went on as he walks over to your bed and sits down, holding you in his lap. You are content to just be held and listen to his boyfriend as you hide your face in the crook of Soap's neck, taking in his scent. He always smells good to you, and this time is no different as you commit everything about your boyfriend to memory. Eventually Soap gets to talking about the others and how he always gets excited when you send pictures because he can show the guys how awesome his boyfriend is. However, he pauses mid-sentence at one point, making you pull away from his neck and look at him quizzically.

"What is it?" You ask and watch as a deep blush rises to Soap's face. Soon enough, you feel your own blush mirroring your boyfriend's.

"O-oh... Oh~" You purr before giggling, voice pitching lower as you realized what Soap did. "You showed your team pictures of us from your last leave, didn't you?"

Soap doesn't say anything at first and just slowly nods. "Th-They um... They all really liked the- the photo."

"Yeah?" You say, pressing closer to Soap, tracing a teasing finger up your boyfriends muscled chest. 

"Yeah," Soap breathes out and you giggle at seeing your boyfriends pupils blown wide.

"Do they want to fuck their Sergeant's boyfriend?" You whisper and Soap swallows, hard, opting to only nod.

"This cute little hole of mine?" You tease further, grabbing your own ass and pulling at it as Soap watches. You can already feel Soap growing hard under you and you giggle once more.

"How about this," You purr, leaning to murmur in your boyfriend's ear. "Why don't you video call them? Hmm? Show them how good you can fuck me~ then maybe, I'll visit you all on the base one day."

"That's- you wouldn't be able to get clearance," Soap answers, but he's growing even harder at the thought of his entire team watching him plow you. The same one they all want to play with.

"Mmm, you know I have my ways Mactavish~" You roll your hips down against Soap's clothed cock and the Sergeant whimpers.

"Fuck, come here," Soap says, voice rough before he crashes your lips together. It's rough, and heated, and so needy as Soap kisses you like it's the last time he ever will. It's hungry as Soap nips at your lips, licking into your willing mouth easily.

You moan softly into his lips as Soap grabs your ass and squeezes. You’re already wet, nearly leaking as Soap pulls away from the kiss to messily make out with your sensitive neck. You sigh as shivers run down your spine from the lips against your neck before gasping on a moan as Soap bites your neck and sucks hard, wanting to leave a dark mark that will linger for days.

"F-Fuck," You whimper as Soap begins to make another mark just slightly lower down on your neck. "C-Call them. I want you to fuck my mouth first."

"Okay," Soap says, already breathless as you sink to your knees after placing a pillow on the ground to help protect them.

You work on pulling Soap's belt and pants off as Soap dials the group chat with a video call. Ghost is the first to answer, already wearing his mask as he still seems to be in his office on base.

"Well, Mactavish, this is a surprise," Ghost says, voice heavy with lust again like he already knows why Soap called him.

"H-Hey," Soap says, barely holding back a groan as you suck his cock into your mouth down to the hilt and stay still, just cock warming him as both of you wait for the other two to join the call.

Price is the next to answer, and he's already laying in bed, holding his phone up. A dark smirk graces his features as he sees Soap with a deep flush on his face and a shaky grip on his phone.

"Already?" Price asks, and the question has hot shame tingling down Soap's spine. He whines as you glance up at him, lips snug over his cock. You were content to just close your eyes and smell Soap's musk, waiting for them to answer, but you like this. You like how whiney Soap is getting while his team is watching.

"What's he doing, son?" Price asks just as Konig answers, having hastily pulled on his mask and got to a more private room.

"H-He's-" Soap swallows and whimpers as you suckle softly, trying to control your drooling if just by a little. "H-He's cock warming me r-right now... With his mouth."

Konig groans, already palming himself as he thinks about it.

"Show us," Ghost speaks up and Soap fumbles to switch the camera and focus it on you as you look up at the camera with your doe-like eyes.

"Fuck," Price groans at seeing you staring into the camera.

Konig whines and Ghost just sits up a bit more, much more interested in the call now.

"C-Can you fuck his mouth?" Konig asks, hesitant, he wants to see so badly how you take cock. It's always been fairly difficult for Konig with anyone. With his sheer height, his size is often too much for people.

"F-Fuck, yeah," Soap groans and tangles his free hand in your hair to hold you still before slowly beginning to piston his hips into your eager mouth and throat.

The sounds are already wet and slick as you couldn't control how much you were already drooling. Your eyes roll back and you close them, hearing the others on the phone groaning at the sight as Soap tries to keep his composure. You moan softly and Soap begins to fuck into your mouth harder, faster, more desperate. You choke when Soap's blunt tip hits the back of your throat, the sound wet and lewd, but you don't ask to stop. You just focuses more and breathes through your nose as Soap slips into your throat once more. You feel incredibly pleased with yourself as you hear Soap becoming increasingly wrecked, and it seems like the men on the phone aren't faring much better either.

"So much better than porn, fuck," One grunts and you preen at the praise.

Soap all too quickly has to yank you off of his cock and grip the base tightly, trying to ward off his impending orgasm. One of them on the phone chuckles, and it sounds mean. Soap whines and hot shame runs through him like a frigid stream straight to his cock.

"Gonna cum already, Sergeant?" Ghost speaks and you can't help but giggle a bit as you wipe away the spit soaking your chin.

"He can never last in my mouth," You purr, voice gravelly due to the abuse to your throat and Konig groans loudly, throwing his head back at the thought. Even Price grunts, grabbing his cock through his pants.

"Film me well, Johnny," You say before standing up and slowly pulling your shirt over your head. You’re teasing all four of the men watching you as you drop it to the side.

You smirk into the camera as you hook your thumbs under the waistband of the tiny shorts you’re wearing.

"I was planning on sending your Sergeant some risky photos later," You tease. "Got all dressed up for him."

Soap groans, and his unsteady hand holding the camera wavers, much to the protesting of the other men. The phone is steadied again by your grip on Soap's wrist. Once Soap is steady again, you turn around and slowly pull your shorts off. Teasing the black lace of your underwear as you bend down, showing off your ass, and the slit at the bottom of the panties. 

"Fuck, they're crotchless," Ghost groans this time and you continue to smirk as you grabs your ass again, pulling to show off your nearly dripping hole through the underwear.

You shake your ass a bit and Soap has had enough of the teasing, he turns the camera on the phone again and sets it up so it has a prime view of the entire bed before grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up only to slam you on the bed. You let out a delighted moan at the show of strength and kiss Soap back just as desperately as Soap's hands travel your body. One drifts down to your aching cunt and two fingers circle your tiny cock before Soap begins to jerk you off. It's your turn to whimper as you easily becomes a twitching and squirming mess under your boyfriend.

"Finger him," Someone says from the phone and Soap's fingers immediately slip lower, gathering up the slick between your folds before he pushes a single finger in.

You gasp and moan as Soap bites at your neck again and pumps his finger quickly in and out of you.

"Poor thing always has to be prepped," Soap says, loud enough for the other boys to hear. "His hole is just too tight without it. Makes the little one cry, yeah?"

You nod in agreement, moaning louder when Soap presses up against your g-spot. His long fingers easily find the spot you could never seem to reach inside yourself. Soap slips a second finger in as the others groan from the phone, cursing both in English and German.

You look over at the phone and whimper when you see the other three with their cocks fished out of their pants at this point, each of them stroking themselves. Their stares are dark and intimidating as they focus entirely on Soap pleasuring his cute little boyfriend. Ghost is stroking himself slowly, measured, watching eagerly as if he's studying you. Cataloguing what exactly makes you cry out. Price is lazily stroking himself, preferring to just focus on the scene presented to him rather than pleasuring himself. He's just trying to take the edge off so he doesn't get painfully hard. While Konig switches between quickly stroking himself to not moving at all. He seems desperate already, mirroring just how you feel.

Soap slips a third finger into you and begins a brutal pace of fucking his fingers into you, pausing ever so often to press harshly up against your g-spot. You squirm and cry out, unsure if it's too much or not enough as you scramble to hold onto anything. Or maybe you’re trying to scramble away from the punishing pleasure, you don't really know at this point.

Your moans pitch higher and Soap chuckles darkly through his own panting. "Gonna cum for me, pretty boy?" He asks, voice pitching deeper, making you whine.

"Y-Yes, fuck, wanna- please, c-can I cum?" You plead and hear another few groans emanate from the phone. Soap just smirks down at you, a mean glint in his eye that shows he isn't going to let you cum.

"Not yet, pretty thing," Soap says and you can't help the sob that leaves your mouth as your inner walls clamp down on Soap's fingers.

Soap continues rubbing against your g-spot and you kick, sob, and try your best to follow orders.

"J-Johnnyyyyyy" You cry, sounding entirely wrecked already. "I c-cant. I can't. C-Can't hold it, please. Please pleasepleaseplease."

"Not yet," Soap says, slight growl slipping into his voice. He knows he's not playing fair. He doesn't want to play fair with the way his team is reacting. He wants to show them just how wrecked he can make you. How only he knows how to fuck you this way.

"D-D-Daddyyyyyyyy," You sob, grabbing weakly at Soap's wrist as tears begin to fall down your face even faster than they were to begin with.

"G-Goddamn," Someone on the phone grunts, sounding a bit like Price to Soap's ears.

"Don't you fucking cum," Soap growls, "You better fucking not."

You archs your back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as you cum, your soft inner walls clamping down even harder on Soap's fingers. You cry and moan, sobbing louder as Soap doesn't stop and continues fucking you with his fingers. Soap lets out a primal snarl.

"Did he-" Konig starts.

"Yes," Soap answers, and you hear the anger in his voice and it only serves to make you cry harder.

"I'm sorry, 'm so sorry," You slur slightly, repeating it like a mantra. "Daddy, 'm sorry, I w-was a bad boy."

Your legs shake uncontrollably as Soap pulls his drenched fingers out of you and stuffs them into your mouth. You moan and whine around the fingers, still crying, but you sucks on them obediently tasting yourself. The other three watching groan and Konig whimpers as he has to grab the base of his cock too.

"You better not, Konig, that's an order," Price warns over the phone and you cry harder, as if you were the one addressed.

When Soap deems his fingers cleaned enough, he rolls you over onto your stomach and lays over your body. He leans to whisper into your ear so the others can't hear for a moment.

"You're my good boy. You did so good for me, baby. Daddy's not mad, I promise. I'm just playing it up for the others. I’m going to spank you, okay?"

"Mmmkay," You murmur, trying to quiet your hiccuping sobs as Soap's cock lays heavy on your ass.

Soap sits back on his legs and grabs your ass again, feeling the lace in his hands. He squeezes for a moment before he smacks your ass hard. You jolt and cry, trying to scramble away before Soap grabs you by the ankles and pulls you back. Ghost grunts and drops his head for a moment before he seems to regain his composure. Price just chuckles darkly.

"How many do you think he deserves, Mactavish?" Price asks and Soap hums thoughtfully before smacking the other side of your ass just as hard. A red imprint of a hand already forming on the first side he spanked under the lace.

"How's ten sound?" Soap asks and Price hums, nodding.

"Sounds fair," Price says and gestures with his free hand for Soap to continue.

"Eight more to go, little one," Soap says and you whine, but decide ypu can handle that. So you don't scramble away when the third hit comes down on your ass, or the fourth, or even the fifth.

However, you struggle after the fifth. Your ass is sore and you can't even think anymore. You’re drooling helplessly on the bed.

"He's such a cute slag," Ghost groans and you hear the other men hum in agreement. "Drooling all over himself like a bitch in heat."

You moan loudly at Ghost's words and the Lieutenant raises an eyebrow before chuckling. "Does the poor slag like it when I say he's in heat?"

"It's one of his favorite things," Soap answers, even though the filthy moan that you let out was answer enough. "He loves it when you call him a cute omega and say you're going to breed him. Isn't that right my little omega?"

"Y-Yes alpha," You answer easily and Ghost chuckles again as Price and Konig groan nearly in sync.

"You gonna let Alpha Johnny fill that hole of yours? Until you're round with his pups, bred and stuffed so full you can't even move?" Ghost immediately catches on and easily leans into the dirty talk. It makes you ease up enough for Soap to quickly finish up your “punishment.”

"Y-Yes Ghost," You answer.

"Call me Simon."

"Y-Yes Simon. G-Gonna let my a-alpha breed me full," You answer and Konig can't help it, he cums, splattering his shirt and nearly staining his mask with it as he groans and strokes himself through it.

"Konig," Price says, voice dropping low... Commanding. "What did I say?"

"I-I'm sorry Captain," Konig apologizes immediately. "H-He's just very attractive."

"When we get to share him, you go last," Price growls and Konig just nods, not even bothering to try and fight Price on the issue.

"Took your punishment so well," Soap praises, gently soothing your red ass with his hands. "You want alpha's cock now?"

"Y-Yes, alpha, pl-please. F-fuck me, b-breed me," You babble. "I'll be a good omega, please."

"Verfickt," Konig groans, his spent cock already trying to twitch with interest again.

"Lift your hips up for me then," Soap says and you eagerly do so. Soap places a couple pillows under your hips to keep you comfortable and in the right position.

Soap grabs his leaking cock and teases it against your dripping hole. He glances at the phone before he slowly begins to sink into your tight heat. He groans, low and guttural. He missed feeling your tight walls around his cock. It's been months. When he bottoms out you mewl, burying your face in the blankets below you. This position is always a favorite for both of you. You can hold your legs closed like this, making it feel better for Soap, and each time Soap thrusts his cock brushes against your g-spot perfectly.

Soap grabs a fist full of your hair before yanking, snapping your head up as you whimper at the slight sting.

"Be a good boy and let the others hear how good you sound on my cock," Soap says and you try to nod as you swallow the saliva in your mouth.

Soap just smirks and grips onto your hip with his other hand before beginning a brutal pace. He fucks into you with a wreckless abandon, uncaring about the others watching as you come undone under him. You’re crying again, sobbing out your moans as you open your eyes occasionally to look into the camera and watch the other three. Konig is already hard again, but he's not touching himself this time, at least not as he was last time. Ghost and Price seem to be getting more desperate as both of their paces of stroking their cocks have picked up. Soap lets go of your hair and folds himself over you, wrapping his strong arms around your chest. Each thrust slaps Soap's balls against your swollen t-dick. It only makes you cry harder. It's all too much as you quickly cum again and Soap chuckles darkly.

"He already came again," He says, so the others are aware of it and Ghost can't help the groan that leaves him.

"I'm not even close yet, pretty thing," Soap purrs into your ear and you whine. You knew you were in for a long ride, but you feel like you’re going to break already.

You try to consciously tighten yourself around Soap's cock to try and make him orgasm faster, but it's too hard to focus on it. Especially when Soap laughs.

"He's trying to tighten up around me. Poor thing wants me to cum faster. Too bad he can't focus." Soap grunts as he slams deep into you, knowing he's going entirely too deep as you yelp and scrambles at his arms.

"T-Too deep, too deep, toodeeeeeeep," You whimper, and Soap relents, knowing that it hurts you. You poor thing.

Soap wrenches another four or five orgasms out of you until you are less responsive under him. Soap tells the others each time you cum with a smirk. You are just whining quietly, still drooling and crying as Soap finally, finally grunts and snaps his hips forward to spill his hot cum deep inside you. He groans loud and unabashed as his hips jerk slightly with each new spurt of cum. It's a lot more than usual, since it's your first time having sex in months. It begins to leak out of you in thick ropes before Soap even stops cumming.

When you manage to look at the phone again, you see Price and Ghost finally came on themselves, and they're panting as they seem boneless and sated. Konig came a second time, though it was much less than the first. He seems thoroughly fucked out.

Soap stays buried inside you as his cock slowly softens. He nuzzles at your neck, telling you about how well you did. How well you took his cock and how good you were for letting the others watch. Before Soap pulls out, he grabs the phone, flipping the camera again as he pulls his cock out of you, showing the others as you clench around nothing, pushing more of his cum out, staining the black crotchless panties you were still wearing.

"Such a good cum slut," Price says, fondness seeping into his tone.

"What a good slag for us," Ghost adds and Konig seems to smile under his mask.

"God, pretty, maus," He praises, and you preen, exhausted and fucked out. You know you won't be able to walk for a while, and your entire body is trembling.

Soap assures the others he's going to provide good aftercare and hangs up before getting water and a snack for you. He knows you almost always get hungry after. Once you have the water and snack, he works on cleaning you up, and even helps you to the bathroom when you ask. Soap helps you drink the water and eat, as he never leaves your side. Even carrying you back to the bed and cuddling with you until you drift to sleep after eating the snack and drinking enough water.

Soap takes a picture of you sleeping peacefully against his chest and sends it to the group chat with the text "told you I'd give him good aftercare."

You are just excited for when you get to see all of them together.