I Know It’s Meant To Be (The Boy Is Mine)
pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x M!Reader
summary: Steve Jerking you off because you’re stressed out
a/n: request are open!
wc:500+
John lowered himself, his breath ghosted over your skin, igniting a cascade of chills that raced along your spine. Your fingers instinctively tangled in his dark, tousled hair, tugging him closer as he settled into his rhythm. The sensation of his mouth on you was overwhelming; the warmth, the pressure, and the skillful flick of his tongue created waves of pleasure that rolled through you. Each deliberate movement elicited a quiet gasp from your lips, urging him on.
“John—” your voice faltered as his mouth connected with your skin, lips trailing fire along your thigh. You tangled your fingers in his thick hair, the sensation sending even more heat pooling within you.
John's growl vibrated against you, each sound sending delicious tremors through your body. He was relentless, expertly teasing and tasting as he explored your most sensitive spots. The grittiness of his stubble brushed against your sensitive skin, adding an edge to your pleasure that set your heart racing. Your legs quivered in his grip, unable to break free from his strong hold, forcing you to surrender to the moment fully.
“What are you doing to me?” you gasped, gripping him tighter as he worked his magic. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a slow, wicked grin stretching across his face.
John's growl vibrated against you, each sound sending delicious tremors through your body. He was relentless, expertly teasing and tasting as he explored your most sensitive spots. The grittiness of his stubble brushed against your sensitive skin, adding an edge to your pleasure that set your heart racing. Your legs quivered in his grip, unable to break free from his strong hold, forcing you to surrender to the moment fully.
The way he kissed and bit at your thighs was both rough and tender, driving an exhilarating contrast throughout your body. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, filled with a mix of mischief and longing. It ignited something primal within you, the need to maintain that connection, to ground yourself in the world he was creating for you.
“God, Johnny,” you breathed, your hips instinctively arching in response to his ministrations. You could feel him enjoying every moment, his lips moving more fervently as he devoured you whole.
He held your thighs firmly in place, allowing no escape, a powerful presence that both terrified and thrilled you. “I could probably play with you all night, baby.” His words dripped with arrogance, each syllable wrapping around you tighter than your own breath.
With each flick of his tongue, every teasing bite, he pulled you higher, his growls resonating against your skin as he worshipped at the altar of your pleasure. Every gasp, every shudder ignited a fire within you, and you could feel that fire rushing towards a crescendo, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.