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It had been quite an exhausting day for the team. You had a hand to hand combat training session in the morning and a gunshot exercise in the evening.
The team is not forced to do such training but they do it in order to stay fit and always ready for a mission or any unexpected threat. Being the best trained militaries in the world requires to always be ready.
Moreover, you cannot allow any weaknesses and have to be skilled in any field ; fighting, weapons, tactics...
Therefore, those training days were common at the base.
As you enter the barrack, where the team is housed, you encounter Soap, Ghost and König who have already finished their trainings for the day.
It's currently 7 p.m, Soap has already showered and is preparing food for the team. Johnny doesn't cook very well but he knows the basis and is always pleased to prepare a little something for the team. Tonight's menu is composed of pasta and chicken breasts. Simple but perfect after a long day.
“hey lass, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes if ya wanna eat with us” he tells you from the other side of the kitchen when he sees you got back from training.
“yes, thank you. I think I have time to take a shower then” you respond
Ghost enters the room, drying his light blonde hair with a towel as he just went out of the shower. He wears black sweapants and a shirt, way to tight for him.
“Sure, the shower is available” announces Ghost.
“If you want I can come help you” reply Johnny with a wicked grin.
Johnny and you never had sex, but he always enjoy teasing you whenever he has the opportunity to.
“You wish big boy uh... Sergeant MacTavish, you are a deviant” you reply, humor coting your words.
Soap knows that you only call him by his rank and last name when you tease him back. In fact, you know he has a kink for it. The way his pupils dilate and the look on his face are always priceless. He looks ready to devour you any minute.
As you go to the bathroom you look back, hoping for a certain Sergeant to follow you. In fact, this teasing has been going on for a long time and it's consumming, devouring you. There is this ache between your legs that you cannot seem to ease by yourself. Everynight in your bed you try to imagine the Sergeant's fingers instead of yours rubbing circles over your sensitive spot. But it's not enough.
There is this insatiable ache in your body you know only one man could soothe. But asking him to get you out of your misery is out of question. You have too much pride and it would mean he won the weaks of teasing between the two of you.
You end up taking a cold shower to be able to face the team during dinner and put on an oversize t-shirt above your panties
As you go back to the dining room, the table is set, dinner is served and the team is gathered at the table.
Price is seating next to Gaz, as if those two were an old married couple. König is next to Gaz. At König's right seats Simon with Soap next to him. The only seat available is next to Soap.
“This dinner will be an ordeal” you think to yourself. Sitting next to Soap is torture. His smell is intoxicating, you can feel his warmth next to you spreading. If you didn't have such control you would jump on him, lock his lips to yours ; just to have a taste of him.
As you seat, you feel one of his hands slide on your thigh. No one can see it, it's under the table, hidden to everyone's eyes. You glance at him, but he isn't even looking at you, he chit chat with the team, a smile plastered on his face. God... this smile. This man will be the death of you.
His hand is tracing circles on your bare thigh, way too teasingly. His touch is hot, burning to your skin. Could it be a promise of what he would do later with you? Your mind is wandering, you picture yourself how it would feel to have him touching you just 15 centimeters higher.
You take the fork and pick up some pasta that you put in your mouth as Soap's hand is getting higher on your thigh.
You cannot help it, a short moan escapes your lips as his hand is already mid thigh.
Everyone stops their conversation to look at you. “God this is so embarassing” you think to yourself.
You are sure that your cheeks are turning crimson as the team stares at you.
You look at Soap. His eyes to someone who doesn't know him would seem innocent. But they have this slightly darker shade of blue in them, a sign of his arousal. He tilts his head to the side while gripping your thigh, a silent threat not to say anything about what is going on under the table.
“Gosh!! This is delicious Johnny” you utter while pointing with your fork at the pasta in your plate. You know it's not really credible since you are eating pasta with butter. But it's still better than admitting to the team that the man to your left is close to finger fuck you.
“Oh! Really, you love it lass? I should do it more often then” he answers . The air between the two of you is thick. And you realize the double meaning this whole conversation implies. You are sure that right now your cheeks are scarlet since you feel them burn like the firebox of a fireplace.
Everyone goes back to their conversation and you quickly finish your meal, in silence. You actually find yourself enjoying the Sergeant's hand on your thigh. He doesn't move it anymore but grip your flesh. In a possessive way, just like a lion would assess its dominance on a antilope by gripping its claws in the flesh of the prey.
It doesn't hurt, you actually find it soothing. All the aches in your body from the day spent training is gone. His skin is warm, his touch reassuring. There is this whole aura of protection around him that relaxes your body and allows your mind to drift to happy places.
As you daydream, you wonder what Johnny would be like outside the military. How is he with his family? Would he like to retire with a significant other someday? Where would he retire?
“hey... are you okay?” It's Gaz speaking to you.
“what? Hum... yes, sure, why?” you answer, still halfway in your thoughts
“you seemed somewhere else for a moment. Does anything bother you?” he responded concerned
“oh... poor Kyle if only you knew.” you think to yourself but only let out “no... I'm a bit tired, that's all” with a slight smile.
“You can go to your room if you want to, we will clear the table.”
“Thanks Gaz, really appreciate it” you say as you stand up and go to your room. Soap's hand slides off your thigh and suddenly the feeling of warmth that was spreading through your body is gone. It almost hurts but it's too much to be next to Soap and pretend his presence doesn't affect you.
It would be so easy to give up and make the first step, take your relationship to another level but it actually scares you. You hadn't realized it before but letting someone in, getting in a relationship, or having feelings involved is terrifying.
You go back to your room and close the door. You lay there on your bed, thinking about this whole situation. You don't know how much time has passed; 5 minutes, 1 hour, when you hear a knock at the door.
You glance at the clock, it's currently 11 p.m.
You stand and open the door ajar. It's Soap. He's in the darkness of the hallway in his sweatpants and a tee shirt with a Scottish flag printed. His body is only enlightened by the dim orange light from the lamp on your nightstand.
“hey... uhm... I was wondering if maybe... it's okay if you don't want to... you would want to watch a movie with me? If you are too tired I understand. I was wondering because there is this comedy that just released on Netflix and I thought you would maybe wanna watch it?” he asks, fidgeting with his fingers, barely looking at you in the eyes.
His behavior is so different from earlier. All his cockiness has evaporated. He looks like a teenager scared to ask a girl out to highschool prom. Is he nervous? You take a second to look at him and state that is he definitely nervous as hell.
“Uhm.. yes, sure. But can we please stay in my room to watch it, so if I fall asleep I am already in my bed?” you ask. You know he would never say no to such offer, so you open the door and move from the way to let him in.
You close the door, go back to your bed and gesture for him to come by patting the place on the bed next to you.
He does as told, and he is soon next to you. His arm is touching yours. You take the remote from the nightstand and give it to him. He puts the movie on and you put the cover that was at the feet of the bed on both of you. You turn the light of your lamp off. The room is now in an almost complete darkness; the only light provided comes from the TV and the full moon.
You feel is whole body is tensed next to yours. It's unusual; watching movies together is your thing and the mood is always light, it's a moment you normally both enjoy.
Twenty five minutes into the movie, and you are laughing out loud, it's almost painful in your stomach.
You turn your head, expecting to see Soap laughing too but he is watching you, scanning your features. He seems focused on you. How long has he been watching your face and not the movie?
Your smile fades and you look at him.
“Soap, what's wrong?”
He doesn't say anything but slowly leans his face towards yours. When his lips are only a few centimeters away he stops, waiting for consent, or anything that would give him the approval he needs to go to the end of his actions, that he knows will have irreversible consequences.
At that moment, he is panicking. What if this teasing that has been going on for weeks between you two was just a game? What if you expected nothing from it?
His concerns are shut by your lips. You kiss him, feverlishly, needy. It's the kiss you have both been craving for weeks.
He takes your face in his hands and deepen the kiss, asking with his tongue for access to your mouth. His kiss is gentle, soft but demanding.
His breathing is quick and shallowed, and so is yours.
“Johnny” you say in a voice halfway between a whisper and a moan.
“fuck darling... if you say my name like that I'm gonna loose the few self-control I have left. Eversince I heard you moan earlier during dinner I couldn't help but think about you”
“Then don't control yourself” you whisper back. You are desesperate to feel him and if he stopped right now and left you all aroused, you are pretty sure you would die from sex denial.
It's the confirmation he needed, the last barrier broken before you both fall to the other side.
His left hand slides down your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips before his glides his hand under your oversize tee shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach. You close your eyes to fully enjoy this feeling. He takes his time travelling on your body, working his way up until he cups your left breast. His touch sends electric jolts in your body. He has barely touched you and you already start seeing stars.
“steamin' jesus. Your body is perfect, your were made for me babe” he whispers in your ear
You suddenly feel the need to touch him too, to feel his warm skin against the pads of your fingers and put your hand on his arm. His skin is hot and you open your eyes, you need more.
“can you take your shirt off please?” you ask
Only a few seconds later his shirt is on the floor and you are provided with the most breathtaking sight you have ever seen.
You had already seen Soap bare chest once or twice before but never particularly paid attention to it. Now he is on full display to your eyes. His muscles are toned, lightly taned. There are a few scars here and there from different missions but they only add to his beauty.
“I'm sorry about the scars, I understand if ya want me to put my shirt back on” he tells you while he looks at you straight in the eyes. His eyes are threatening to let tears slip off. There is seriousness and vulnerability in his tone, it's rare with him. *
“No, you are perfect Johnny. Moreover, you know I do have a few scars myself” you tell him while lightly exploring his chest
He kisses you and starts to gently take your shirt off. Once your top half is on display, he take a moment to admire you.
“you are breathtaking” he compliments while claiming your mouth.
“please I need more of you” you state. It's the point of no return. The plea he wanted to hear, the confirmation for more he had been craving to hear for weeks
He gently put his hand back on your stomach and start leading it to your crotch. His fingers passes the barrier of your underwear and gently stroke your pussy. He is kissing you and swallow every moan and whimper that leaves your throat.
You touch his abs while he starts pleasing you. His fingers know exactly what to do, where to go to please you. He is circling your clit gently.
“you are so wet, fuck... I cannot wait to be in you”
“then do it already, please...”
“I need to prep you a bit before. I don't want to hurt you” he states.
He takes is fingers off your clit making you groan at the loss of contact.
“So needy, don't worry babe, I will give you what you want, but lay on your back for me”
You do as told. You mind is already foggy and unable to think straight. He takes you panties off as you help him by lifting your hips.
“open ya legs for me darling. I wanna see that pretty cunt”
You do as told. Normally you would feel ashamed by such demand, but with Soap everything seems natural.
He takes a moment to look at you, licking his lips, before diving head first between your legs.
He starts kissing your inner thigh, he is mid thigh, but soon works his way until he is between your legs, right where you need him the most.
His mouth is tenderly kissing your pussy. His hot breath on your skin is teasing.
Soap takes his time, worshipping this moment. After weeks, he is finally able to taste you. You taste sweeter than honey to him, a meal he is sure to never grow tired of.
“Johnny” you faintly moan “please”
As soon as the plea leave your lips, his tongue enters in action. He is running it along your folds a few times before circling your clit in the most delicious way.
You start getting lost in your own pleasure, the room is spinning around you.
Your arms are moving to grip the sheets and you unexpectedly grip the remote, turning the TV off.
The room is filled with your short breaths and the sound of Johnny's mouth against your dripping wet pussy. You want to let out the most obscene sounds resulting of the pleasure you're having, letting Johnny know how good he makes you feel but you don't want others in the barrack knowing what's going on.
Still, your orgasm is buidling quickly and Soap also feels it, you are dripping, soaking the lower part of his face.
Unexpectedly, you feel a finger entering in your vagina while his mouth is still fixed on your clit, drawing circles. He starts moving his finger slowly inside you before adding another one.
Everything is blurry around you, the pleasure driving you insane. His fingers moves faster inside your pussy and curl, grazing at your g spot at the perfect path making you clench around them.
“Johnny, 's too much... I'm gonna cum”
His tongue and fingers continue moving the same speed. His free arm is circling under your thigh and gripping your hips when he feels your back arch and your pussy clench uncontrollably around him.
You cannot help but let some whimpers and moans escape your lips that are music to Johnny's ears.
Once you've finished riding your high, Soap lifts from between your thighs and goes to kiss you.
It's the first time that you taste yourself, but it feels nice and normal with him.
“Good girl. Ya are the sweetest thing I have eve' tasted darling” he states while separating himself a bit from you to look at you in the eyes.
“My turn. I wanna make you feel good too.” you say softly
You are all sweaty, cheeks red from your precedent orgasm, hair spread on the white pillow.
He gently stokes your hair “oh, darling, I'm sure we will have plenty of time to do that another time. I want to be inside ye. I think that if ya suck me I'm not going to keep control for long and ye will make me cum like a fuckin' teenager on his first time.”
You don't respond, unable to formulate conherent words ; but a kiss is worth a thousand words.
You lift your head a bit and seal your lips to his, a silent agreemment to the promised pleasure that will follow. The converging point of pleasure that had you in a desesperate state.
Johnny still has his pants, he starts unfastening them in a hurry. Every second spend without your body linked to his is now an ordeal. Once he has taken them off, he gives the same treatment to his briefs.
For the first time in your life, you see him in Adam's clothes. This man is breathtaking. Every inch of his body is perfect, made by the gods themselves. His body is covered with a slight layer of sweat making him glisten in the moonlight, only source of light in the room.
His erection springs free and you cannot help but look at it. How is he going to fit? Fuck, his dick is massive, glistening with precum at the tip.
You look back at his face, his eyes lock with yours and you can see, even in the dim light the darkness in them. His eyes are now cobalt, dark with arousal. He is stunning.
“are ya sure ya want this? You can still say no if ya want, there is no pressure.” he tells in a caring tone.
“If I didn't want you MacTavish, you wouldn't be naked between my legs on the verge of giving me my second orgasm of the night” you respond, still not breaking eye contact, showing your conviction
Hearing you pronounce his last name during such an intimate situation makes him feel like he will cum when, he fact he has barely touched you. There is this primal need in him, to make you his.
He goes back to kissing you while he lines himself up with your entrance and his cock is teasingly sliding along your folds.
You feel him gently slide in you, he enters softly, inch after inch, taking his time. Once he is fully in, he lets you adjust to his size.
“you are doing perfect darling. Fuck, you're so tight.” he whispers in your ear.
“'s okay, you can move now”
And it's the only confirmation he needed to start thrusting into you.
His thrusts are gentle, regular and slow at first. He is on top of you, lifting his body with his arms.
But as he goes on and start chasing his own high he straighten up, getting on his knees and lift your legs, almost bringing them to your shoulders.
The position is heaven to you, it allows his to get deeper and rub your sweet spot everytime he slides in you.
His thrusts are getting rougher, hitting your cervix with strenght. One of his hand slide to your clit circling it while he pounds in you.
“you are so beautiful, your body was made for me. Look how good you are taking me.” he says in a raspy voice as he looks at your pussy taking his cock.
You are getting lost in your own pleasure, unable to form coherent sentences.
“MacTavish... If you …. pounding in me like that ….'m not gonna last long”
As you feel your high approaching, your moans are getting out of control, you start screaming in pleasure. Suddenly, four fingers enter your mouth and you instinctively suck around them
“As much as I love hearing your voice screaming, we cannot risk waking up the whole house, can we? I'm gonna take my fingers out of ya mouth, be a good girl for your Sergeant and don't scream.” he says, almost out of breath.
You nod and he takes his fingers off.
Your back is arching. You grip the sheets, the strenght of your hold will for sure leave little crescents in the palms of your hands. As you are falling into the oblivion of your pleasure, you feel Johnn'y cock twitch inside your pulsing walls.
He leans over and kiss you, swallowing the few moans that escape your lips.
His rides his own high and you feel hot strings of cums painting your walls.
You stay for a few seconds in the position, him on top of you, his weight deliciously crushing you while you are both panting.
As he regains his composure he gets off the bed, in the bathroom. You hear the faucet running a bit and he comes back with a warm cloth.
“I'm gonna clean ya off a bit darling”
He gently runs the cloth over your pussy, before climbing back to the bed, throwing the cloth to the other side of the room and laying next to you.
You turn to the lean on his chest and cannot help the tears escaping your eyes. You don't make a sound but Johnny feels his chest getting a bit wet.
“hey, look at me love” he gently tells you
You do as told and look at him. Your sight is blurry with tears and you have a hard time seeing his expressions.
His right hand picks up the tears on your cheeks.
“What's wrong? Did I hurt ya?” he states, concern cotting his words
“No, no you didn't hurt me Johhny. But I'm afraid I will be hurt.”
“what do you mean”
“Now that I got a taste of what it's like being yours for a night, getting back to how it was before will be hard. I know we are not supposed to be attracted by members of the team... I wish I wasn't. But sometimes we are not masters of our feelings.” you state shamefully, ready for reality to hit you ; it was a one night stand. That's what he wanted, right?
“Who said I was going to let you go?” he responds as he envelopps your naked body in his arms
“I thought you only wanted to fuck me to get the steam off?”
“darling, I just made love with you. You gave me the best orgasm I've ever had. Do you think I will let you go that easily?”