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oh my god that Soap and Ghost thresome….. shocking, it literally changed my life <3 i know is soon but do you have plans of a Part 2? bossy Soap sound amazing ngl!!!!!

Ahhh I did not have plans for a part two but I'm already loving this.

Simon Says - Tell Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, spanking, choking, marking, male masturbation, slapping (very light, only happens once), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, threesome activities, feelings and fluffies, aftercare mentions.

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A/N: wow wow wow wow wowwwww I LOVEEEE this. I’m melting. It’s so sexy and pure. I love it I love it I love it.

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His room is different than Simon’s. While you’ve seen the spaces in passing, you’ve never had the privilege of spending time inside. Although, there are some obvious differences. Soap’s has a window, Ghost’s doesn’t. He claims to like the dark and privacy that comes with a solid block of a room, while Johnny likes the fresh morning air. Johnny also has a few lamps inside to illuminate the space when it gets dark, and Simon only has one. The last difference you’ve been able to note is the rug Soap added as a small statement piece, wanting to give his room a cozy touch. Ghost has nothing like that.

It’s humorous, your first time in a new place and those are the only details you’re able to note. A window, a few lamps, and a rug. Although, your superior didn’t exactly give you time to adjust, not with the way he’d rushed you in here.

And now that he’s got you in his room, he can’t keep his hands to himself. While shoving you up against the wall, Johnny’s hands gravitate to your waist, fingers squeezing you firmly. Your own hands are on his cheek and the back of his neck, keeping him close while his chest presses into your own. The both of you are still dirty from training but after the teasing you’d been dishing and receiving all day, you didn’t really care. Soap is still licking your neck like you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had, giving your salty skin a flurry of open-mouthed kisses.

For some reason, the three of you couldn’t stop staring at each other today. During breakfast, all throughout training, you couldn't help your wandering eyes, each of your lust-filled orbs glazing over the other’s body. You hadn’t connected in days and maybe that’s why you all felt such a dire need to touch, to touch and grab and just be in each other’s company. And while that sounded sweet and innocent enough, you mostly took the opportunity to act on your naughtier thoughts. Bending over to grab weights you absolutely did not need, pressing yourself against the other while you stretched, taking off your shirts when you weren’t even that sweaty. And in the end, it only served to aggravate you all further, frustrated with having to restrain yourselves and wait, wait until your next opportunity. But while you and Simon know the word ‘opportunity’ to mean the next time you’re all alone, Johnny understands it differently.

Somehow, some-fucking-how, Soap was able to sneak in a kiss to your neck. How nobody saw is beyond you, but that was the drop of gasoline your fire needed to burn even brighter. And now, he’s mouthing at your neck like he’ll never get the chance to again.

“Johnny,” You’re panting against him, feeling those strong hands reach for your ass.

He’s grabbing you, pawing at you like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. And it basically is - this is the first time you and Johnny have shared an intimate moment by yourselves.

“Goddamn tease…”

“Wha -” Giggling, you hum pleasurably, feeling his teeth nip your skin. “What are you talking about?”

Moving the hem of your shirt down with his lips, he suctions them to your collarbone, digging his fingers into the softness of your ass. And when his hips push forward, grinding into yours, you finally let out a tiny, airy moan.

“Baby…”

“Like that,” He grunts out, “Love that.” And you know it’s because nobody else ever calls him that. “Lovely lass,” Johnny’s lips drag along your skin while he mumbles, feeling your fingers comb through his long tuft of hair. “Gorgeous body, hidin’ from me.”

“Hiding?” You laugh before gasping, his head rising to mouth at your lips. It’s deep and passionate, quieting you on the spot.

“Beneath all these clothes.” Soap breathes out against you, azure eyes meeting your own. “Just takin’ off your shirt, eh? Fooling everyone but me…”

Staring up at him, you smile, unable to help yourself. Soap is just so beautiful, those deep blue eyes a sea you continue to get lost in. And his height only serves to fluster you more, his towering frame making you feel oh so small, so tiny. Both him and Simon continue to use their strength and size against you, turning your toned frame into jelly.

“You just wanted to tease…” He continues on, that accented voice becoming raspy. “But you shouldn't have let them see.” The longer you’ve been with your boys, the more possessive they’ve become over you. And to say you didn’t favor this would be an ungodly sin.

During every interaction since your first, you’ve seen Soap in a submissive light. He’s beyond willing to please Simon, and more than eager to pleasure you. But right now, he’s showing a different side of himself. It’s clear he’s been yearning for this, for some alone time with you. And without Simon around… his dominance is shining through.

But Ghost should be joining the two of you soon; the only reason he hasn’t already is because of his required attendance for Price’s debriefing. Seeing the two of you eye each other throughout the day made him grin, imagining what was sure to happen in the hours to come. But when he couldn’t follow the two of you back after training, it was beyond aggravating to him. Usually, he was attentive during these meetings, but right now, he can’t stop thinking about what the two of you must be doing.

“You’re my lass?” He asks, his voice speaking so kindly to you. “My sweet bonnie?” For a split second, he removes himself from you, but only to take off his shirt. And you’d stare at his naked torso if his eyes weren’t demanding your gaze.

“Yes, baby.” Nodding, you stare up into those deep blue orbs, gasping quietly when he shoves a hand into your pants.

He cups and then rubs you, feeling the dampness of your panties before pulling them to the side. And then, he’s running the tip of his index finger along your slippery, delicate lips, his eyes fluttering shut from it.

Your rotating hips encourage him to move, to continue on with his intentions. And when he finally sinks his digit into your warmth, you sigh, hands clinging desperately to him. Fingertips digging into his bulging forearms, you feel them flex, keeping a stern hold on you.

“Opening up quite nicely, aren’t ye?” Kissing your cheek, he smiles, already adding a second digit. He’d only pumped the first one into you a handful of times before doubling the width, his knuckles dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Baby,” Your thighs are already quivering when you cry out quietly, “B-Baby.” Shoving your hand against his bare, firm abdomen. But Johnny sighs, shaking his head.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, no…” Curling the tips of his fingers, he plunges them into your center, covering your mouth with his own to quiet your high moan.

Johnny just adores the way you kiss, the way you use your tongue and lips. He fell in love with it during your first embrace, and has craved it ever since. His ardent moans roll into your open mouth, your tongues sliding against each other’s while his fingers ram up into you.

“Fuck,” Giving his head a quick shake, his eyes open to look directly into your own. With a nod, he commands, “Get on the bed.”

The order is made with a breathless voice, his chest heaving from the excitement of it all. When he finally lets you move away from the wall, he grins, watching you rid yourself of your shirt and pants. Fumbling onto the bed, you sit, and Johnny immediately kneels before you.

“Let me take care of it.” His voice is low, but sweet, kissing your inner thigh while he finishes pulling your pants down.

“Johnny…” Gently, you cup his face, watching as he turns quickly to kiss your palm.

But then he’s standing, shoving his pants and boxers down while you unclip your bra. You want to feel him, every inch of him. And now that you’re able to, you take him in, eyeing the firm skin covering the muscles in his chest and abdomen. Johnny’s naked body was truly made by the gods, just the perfect amount of muscle with all the right proportions. And his hair… a thick blanket covering his pectorals, with a light dusting of the dark curls over his abs as well. And beneath his naval lies that cheeky little trail inching down to his pelvis, surrounded by a sprinkle of shorter curls on either side. And even though his hair is thick and dark, you can still see his muscles so very clearly. The definition in them alone was enough to make you drool. And all at once, you sigh, feeling utterly lovestruck by him.

Quickly, you’re pulled out of your lovey haze, feeling Soap’s body push you back as he climbs onto the bed. Shoving his hands beneath your arms, he manhandles you into the position he wants, placing your head on the pillow while shoving his pelvis between your legs. Diving down, he groans, immediately moving to suck on your breasts.

“Yes, Johnny…” Tugging at his hair again, you moan, sighing airly. Arching your back, you shove yourself up against him, yelping quietly when he nips at your flesh.

“You know how hot it is to see you like that?” He says to you gruffly, sucking on the tender skin of your side boob. “Your body flexing… all sweaty and breathless. Just how you are when Simon fucks you, yeah?”

While you’re swooning for Johnny’s more dominant side, those sweet, submissive traits can’t help but still shine through as he’s quickly begging, “Can I see what it’s like, lass? Please? Simon says it’s heaven in there.”

You didn’t think he’d actually ask and the fact that he’s outright begging for you, not Simon this time but you, is making your heart pound in your chest.

“Wanna connect with you, babe. Just you and me.” And how could you say no to him? Your sweet Johnny.

It takes less than two seconds for you to nod your head rapidly, grabbing either side of his face and guiding his lips down to your own. And while leaning into your loving embrace, he shuffles forward, one hand sliding down to grip himself at the base. He’s breathing heavily, ripping his mouth away from you to stare down at where you’re inches away from connecting.

“You want a condom, babe?” He checks in last second, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with everything.

“I just want you.” You’re whining, reaching out for him. Just like you do for Simon.

Lifting his head, he eyes you. “Leannan.” He states, wanting a real answer from you. (Darling)

“Johnny,” Mewling quietly, you nod. “I have an IUD, baby. Remember?”

And then he’s softening. “I do…” Leaning in, his lips connect with yours once again, just as he enters you.

The stretch of him forces a small cry from your throat, head turning to bury your face into him. And while it’s so much you still reach for him at the same time, grabbing the muscular flesh of his thigh. Pulling him in, he’s compliant, completely sinking into you.

“Fuck me,” Dropping himself back down, he presses his chest to your own, keeping himself still.

The way you welcome him is better than he’d imagined. You’re warmer, tighter, than anything he’s experienced. And so soft, your insides so velvety and smooth. But then, it’s overwhelming him. You’re already fluttering, squeezing gently around his girth over and over again. Barely giving you time to adjust, he moves; but it’s slow, careful. He still wants to be gentle with you.

The way your fingers slide over his head and through his hair makes him fall for you all over again. You’re holding him, caressing him gently while your wanton moans float directly into his ears. And with every sensual thrust, he can feel the soft jiggle of your tits, his head tilting down to watch them. Whenever they move, his jaw drops with a moan, his mouth breathing hotly right against your ear. And then he gives you a particularly forceful thrust, just to watch your soft chest bounce a little more. But with that thrusts comes the forceful claw of your nails trailing down his back, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest.

“You gorgeous goddamn thing.” It’s forced out with a breath, his eyes closing as he grins. “You do that again and they’re all gonna see.”

“Why do you think I’m doing it?” Easily, your lips find his ear, kissing the lobe before sucking on it gently. It’s a weakness of his, but to be fair, your lips have become a general weakness for him.

Even with your nails digging into his skin, he hasn’t eased his pace. It’s gentle but building gradually, the bulging veins on his shaft repeatedly dragging against your sensitive insides. And the way he feels inside you is so different than Simon. The way he moves is just so… him, the way he moves and speaks and fucking breathes. It’s so beyond satisfying to finally have him this way, to be so intimately close with him after having only dreamt of it.

“Johnny,” You can barely get the whimper out before you’re leaning in, teeth biting into the column of his neck.

And that only spurs him on. That, and the feeling of your hand on his ass, urging him forward with ardent impatience. Pulling him in, you’re desperate to feel that hard shove once again, to feel him prod against your most sensitive spot.

“Spittin’ Jesus,” Johnny moans into your neck, and you giggle briefly from the Scottish phrase.

Lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts only serves to fluster him further, his dominant hand slithering up behind your head. Gripping your hair, he yanks your head back, hissing directly into your ear, “I’ve needed this.” Quickening his pace, he listens to your airy, girlish sounds, turning to press his forehead to your temple. “I’ve needed it.”

He’s losing himself in you, in the way you’re holding and encouraging him. And to see him so openly wanting and vulnerable only makes your affection grow for him.

“Johnny, I, I…” You’re trying to breathe, swallowing thickly before finishing your sentence. “Fuck, I fucking adore you, baby.” You want to say it, to whisper it into his ear. But it doesn’t feel right without Simon here. “I’ve always wanted you…”

“That’s it.” Grunting, he hauls himself up, pulling out of you and then reaching for your hips. “We’re done with this.”

Before you have time to be confused, he’s pulling you up and then shoving you face-first toward the end of his bed. Taking hold of your hips, he drags them into the air, heaving out a hurried breath along with it. And with the pleasure he’s already forced through your body, you move with him easily, almost limply, and with a drunken smile growing lazily on your pretty face.

Immediately, he’s returning to your warmth, lifting a leg so he can fuck you into the matress. You’re shocked by his force, having expected him to be softer, kinder. It’s honestly harsher than even Simon has yet to treat you, and harder than you can bear. Truthfully though, you don’t really care. It’s a new experience, a new sensation altogether. The way he forces his tip against your most sensitive inner skin, it already has you on the brink of bliss.

“Jesus, he was right.” Shaking his head, Johnny breathes out, “It’s fucking heaven with you.”

“Baby, p-please.” Fisting the sheets, your mouth hangs open, feeling the strength of his body and the power behind his thrusts. It’s pathetic, the way drool slips past your lips, the way you go fucking dumb from it. This is everything, everything you’ve wanted with him.

Leaning down, Johnny wraps an arm around your midsection, bringing you up with him. His chest presses against your back, the muscles tensing beneath his skin. And then he does something incredibly unexpected. As soon as you’re leaning back into him, his other hand rushes up, taking hold of your throat.

“Please what? Huh?” His lips are murmuring against your ear, your tiny grunts a symphony of everything he’s ever wanted to hear.

Lifting your own hands to grip his forearm, you sigh, ready to answer him until you hear the doorknob turning. Instantly, both your eyes and his flash to the door, watching the hallway light spill into the room as it’s opened.

He didn’t knock, why would he? There are no secrets between you three, aside from that of Ghost’s face. But that wasn’t important to you and Johnny. He’d been searching for you both, finally ending up at Soap’s door. And usually, he’d enter freely, but when it comes to seeing you two fucking like bunnies, he stops right in his tracks, and so do the two of you.

The moment stills, completely freezes in time. That is, until your natural instincts seem to come back into existence. Helplessly, needily, you reach out for him. Gasping, you cry quietly, “Simon.”

He’d intended to watch for a moment, lean up against the doorframe with his arms crossed while observing the two of you. But he’s grown to call you his little, his little girl, his precious thing, his perfect world. And so, he closes the door, rushing over to you and kneeling slightly. Grabbing your open hand, he places your palm on his covered cheek, keeping your gaze in its entirety. And then he’s shoving the edge of his mask up, reaching out to hold your face before pressing his mouth to your kiss-swollen lips. It’s one kiss, one searing kiss, meant to reassure and calm you.

Johnny’s arms don’t leave you when Simon gets close. If anything, he holds you tighter, happy that your little family is together again.

Releasing a sigh, Simon then rises to his full height. You’re still reaching for him, your hands settling on his toned yet covered abdomen. And Simon lets you hold him while his gaze settles on Johnny.

Staring at him, he tilts his head. It’s interesting, seeing his lover be so dominant.

Reaching forward, Simon pinches Johnny’s chin. “This is new.”

At this, he whines, swollen cock throbbing inside you. And Simon grins, leaning in to kiss him, too. Johnny accepts this wholeheartedly, of course, moaning against Simon’s gentle mouth. “You enjoying yourself, love?” He whispers against Johnny’s lips, eyes flickering up to his.

Nodding, Johnny breathes out a slow, “Yes…”

“Yeah…” Eyes scanning his lover’s features, he nods. “Think I might be enjoyin’ it, too.”

Turning your head, you release a whining grunt, big puppy-eyes staring up at your men. And with his smirk growing, Simon tilts his chin down so he can return his gaze to you.

“Cute thing.” He tuts, tapping your chin. “Johnny, keep going.”

Breathing out a disbelieved sigh, he questions quietly, “What?”

But Simon’s already walking away, standing in the center of the room as he faces the two of you. And then those broad hands, those broad, strong and talented hands, lift to his shirt.

“I said, keep going.”

Almost instantly, Johnny’s hips are moving, gradually slapping against your ass. Simon’s chest blooms with pride, watching both sets of eyes focus on him. Even though you’re fucking each other, in the middle of the most intimate moment that the two of you have shared, you’re staring at him.

With nimble fingers, he undoes his quarter zip, unhooking the weapons he still had, as well. And when he’s finally shirtless, your eyes widen, whimpering quietly for him. Him, and Johnny.

Ghost’s body is so gloriously him - his muscles thick and beefy, not necessarily toned like Johnny’s. And he doesn’t have as much hair, either. In general, Simon’s hair is much lighter than your other lover’s. You have the best of both worlds on either side of you - a deep brunette and a dirty blonde. And in both cases, the carpet matches the drapes.

Shucking his pants down those muscular legs, he steps out of them and toward the bed. Your insides light up with another surge of excitement as he climbs on, kneeling in front of you. In just his boxers, he sighs, watching your body rock from the force of Johnny’s love. And then his eyes dip down, your bouncing chest making him groan. Licking his lower lip, he reaches out, cupping and fondling you sensually. His fingertips press into your skin, gently squeezing you over and over again. But then, Simon’s left hand finds your face again, bringing you in for another kiss. Only this time, he doesn’t leave after just one connection. When you hurriedly lean into his hold, he sighs into your open mouth, already feeling your tongue. And just as quickly, his own dives in, opening your lips so he can explore your mouth.

What a perfect way to relax after a long day.

“How’s he feel, love?” Simon mumbles against your lips, “How’s Johnny feel inside your sweet pussy?”

The gradual slide of calloused fingers moves across your pelvis, Simon’s hand lowering further and further until it meets your puffy sex. Staring into your eyes, a smirk splays out across those soft lips, his fingers parting easily around your stuffed hole. A mischievous purr rumbles from his throat as he tilts his head, feeling the thickness of Johnny plunging into you over and over again.

“Feels pretty good to me.”

Johnny’s still holding your throat, shoving his face into the crook of your next as he moans. You can feel his scratchy stubble, can smell his natural scent.

“S-So good,” Grunting from his force, you gasp. “So different from you.”

“What’s that mean? I’m not good?”

“Simon.” With a frustrated whine, your eyes bore into his, offering your prettiest, poutiest look.

He only chuckles. “I know, princess. I’m only teasing…”

The tips of his digits rise to the peak of your sex, rubbing you carefully. His free hand lowers to your hip, keeping you in place for him, for both of them.

“Think you’ll want this again?”

“Yes.”

“Mm…” Leaning in with a groan, he embraces you, lips devouring your own. But then Soap’s thrusting a little harder, forcing himself inside just a little faster, and it’s making you gasp. You almost can’t do anything back, your lips unable to return Simon’s affection adequately. But he doesn’t mind, he just keeps going, licking languidly into your open mouth.

“What do you want from me, Johnny?”

It’s adorable, the way his resolve falters whenever Simon speaks in his direction. Breathlessly, he inquires quietly, “What?”

Soap lifts his head from your neck to look down at his superior, watching his tongue explore your moaning mouth. But he doesn’t return Johnny’s gaze when he responds. “You seem to be in charge here, let’s see where this goes…”

Simon’s never given in like this before, but then again, he hasn’t seen Johnny like this before, either. And he wants to give him this freedom, to see what it’s like on the receiving end.

“Tell me what you want, love. Tell me.”

“Simon,” Gasping, he stills, “I need, I miss your mouth…”

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta ask a little better’n that.” This time, he does look up, dark eyes meeting those sweet, indigo orbs. “Tell me what to do, love; make us yours tonight.”

Ghost’s words prompt a sudden surge of passion to rise from within your depths, your chest heaving from it. Reaching around, you grip the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck, turning your head to kiss him. And the whine it drags out of his throat is adorable, his sigh fanning out over your face when he listens to your soft moan as he pulls out.

“Suck me off, Simon.”

Grinning, he nods. “Alright, then.”

“Johnny,” Comes your small whimper, lashes fanning as you look up to him. “What about me?”

Your quiet and girly voice makes him happy, makes him want to give you everything he can. Splaying a hand across your lower stomach, he brings you in, warm lips pressing to your cheek.

“Want you to ride me, lass.”

Fronwing, you look at him, and then down at Ghost. “B-But, I…” Confused, you turn back to the sergeant.

“Uh-uh,” He grins, and you love seeing Soap so cocky. Lifting a finger, he taps his lower lip. “Up here.”

This time, you and Ghost wait to move. Watching Johnny shuffle back, he sighs, making himself comfy on the bed. He grunts quietly, shifting his hips up as he settles in. And when he witnesses the two sets of lustful eyes staring right at him, he grins.

“You lot waiting for somethin’?”

Spinning around, you hum excitedly, crawling up toward him. And on the opposite end, Simon’s shifting off his boxers and shuffling toward the end of the bed. Beneath the two of you, Johnny waits in anticipation, feeling excited yet unsure. He’s never been in this position before.

Chuckling, Simon reaches forward to give your ass a playful smack. “Smells like you down here.”

“I believe it.” You remark right back, a smirk on your own lips. “Made myself at home down there.”

“‘S that right?” Johnny grins, feeling the weight of your body rest above his abdomen.

“C’mere, doll.” Simon groans, unable to look away from the pretty space between your thighs. “Let me give it a kiss.” And Soap lets him, because he knows he has all night with the two of you.

Lowering your head to Johnny’s chest, you arch your back, feeling the bed dip as Simon crawls forward on it. Leaning in, he puckers his mouth, giving your exposed lips a sloppy kiss. You can hear the wetness from it, a small hum slipping from your lips when you wiggle your hips back against him. With a loose drag, his tongue slides up your sex, dominant hand lifting to give your backside a harsh smack, much harder than the hit he originally did.

“Don’t be greedy!” Johnny demands, listening to Simon lick you carelessly.

With both hands reaching down, Soap fists your asscheeks, hauling you up toward his face. A small squeal spills from your mouth as he moves you, a wide grin growing there, too.

“Yes, sir.” Simon almost taunts, lowering himself back down.

Returning to his own task, he settles over Johnny’s crotch, hot breath fanning out over the length of him. With his dominant hand, Simon grips him at the base, watching Johnny’s body jerk from the touch.

“Hmm… it’s been a while since I did this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” It shivers out of him, like a wanton breath of air.

Before you even put your slippery lips on Johnny’s mouth, you inhale a shaky breath, lifting your leg and turning your body around.

“Wha- what’re you -”

Keeping yourself above his face, you now turn toward Simon. And with a sultry exhale, you reply, “I wanna see this.” And it’s because you’ve never seen this.

Truthfully, Simon can’t remember the last time he went down on Johnny, and that makes him hurt on the inside. He’s failed as a partner, in that way. But it wasn’t necessarily all his fault, Soap just loved being the one on his knees.

“Christ,” He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as Simon gives his first lick.

“Wow…” Smirking, you eye him, watching Ghost’s tongue run along the underside of Johnny’s shaft.

It comes out in such a quiet breath that Simon doesn’t even hear it, he’s already too zoned in. As soon as Johnny’s taste is in his mouth, he’s done for. Drool pools in his mouth from not only the taste but the scent, his taste buds dragging along Johnny’s hair at the base before making his way up all over again. And what’s even better than watching Ghost’s tongue move on Johnny’s cock, is the way Johnny’s body is reacting. He’s twitching in Simon’s firm touch, hand still wrapped around his base. The tip of him has been leaking, his shaft glistening with you. And you’re sure Simon can taste you, you’re sure of it, and he likes it.

Flicking the tip of his tongue along Johnny’s frenulum, Simon moans, the air thick against his lover’s skin. And it’s then that you grin, fully sitting back onto him. The sound Johnny makes vibrates through your being, both of his hands immediately lifting and securing to your hips.

“Oh…” Tipping your head back with a sigh, you lean forward, letting your hands rest on the tops of Johnny’s thighs.

His lips devour you, hungry from the start. He can taste an unfamiliar tang that he attributes to his own precum as he licks into your fluttering hole, the realization making his lungs shatter in his chest.

And when your head comes back down, you meet Simon’s gaze, eyes boring directly into his. He has his entire mouth around Johnny now, slowly engulfing his tip. Brows raising slightly, your lips part in silent shock, unable to look away from him. And with a loud pop, he’s releasing Johnny’s tip, and bringing himself up to you.

“C’mere…” That deep voice beckons, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

Easily, willingly, you meet with him, each of you hovering above Johnny’s body. While you grind back onto his gorgeous mouth, and Simon strokes him with his hand, your lips meet in a heated clash. Simon forces his tongue into your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your neck.

“I saw that look on your face,” Simon muses, kissing you sloppily. And the thick squelch of his hand on Soap’s cock has grown loud, your face burning brightly from it. “You like seeing me with a cock in my mouth?”

“Simon,” Whining, your eyes pinch shut, feeling Johnny angle your hips upward a bit. He uses this new leverage to reach your clit, sucking it between his lips. “Fuck yes.”

“Yeah,” He returns with a cocky half-grin. “I know you do.” Simon’s voice is heady and thick, his hands unrelenting in their grip on both you and your sergeant.

Grabbing two fistfuls of your ass, Soap then spanks you, urging you to put more of your weight onto him. Gasping into Simon’s mouth prompts his tongue’s exploration once again, your body rocking with how vehemently Johnny is playing with it.

“Christ, love seeing you like this, princess.” Breathing in, he shakes his head, looking into your eyes before peering down at your body. “Your pretty face, pretty titties…” And then he’s letting go of Johnny, reaching out to grab your bouncing chest. He squeezes one of your tits in hand before slapping it lightly, growling.

“I l-love this,” Is all you’re able to manage out before Simon is tugging on you again.

Spitting into his hand, he returns it to Johnny’s shaft while pulling you forward and ducking his head down to your neck. Here, he kisses you, licks and bites and bruises you. With shaky hands, you reach for his shoulders, clinging to the broadness of them.

“God, I want another taste of you…” He mumbles against your neck, breathing out a heavy breath. “Delicious little cunt.”

“Yeah?” Grinning, you release an airy moan, feeling Johnny’s stubble scratch your inner thighs. “How does Johnny taste, baby?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He then counters, lifting himself to see your pretty face once again.

With confusion on your features, your brows furrow, your head tilting, too.

“You know…” Chuckling briefly, Ghost finishes with, “I like seeing you with a cock in your mouth.”

Moving backward, he situates his hand on the back of your neck again, pulling you down. It catches you completely off guard, the force of Simon’s hand as he shoves you down onto Johnny’s pelvis.

“Oh, fuck.” Also shocked by the sudden motion, Johnny groans, feeling your mouth engulf him.

“All the way down…” Simon grumbles, listening to you gag while pushing your head further onto Johnny’s frame.

Shuffling your hands palm-down, you gather yourself, taking in a breath through your nose. And as soon as you do, you’re reaching forward, cupping Johnny’s scrotum while swallowing around him. Shivering, he sighs beneath your body, fingers pressing into the plumpness of your backside.

“Fucking hell,” John groans, his voice growing deep as he leans in, licking a heated stripe through your lips. “Choke on me princess.”

Surprisingly, you can actually taste Simon down here, the taste of his spit, the slight spearmint from the gum he normally chews. And strangely enough, it provokes a calming sensation within you, being able to experience both of them in this way. But just as you’re beginning to bask in this emotion, you feel the firm brush of something thick and heavy across your face. Eyes opening, you glance up at your much larger lover, immediately met with the sight of him masturbating to you sucking Johnny off. He’s tugging on himself with one hand, his tip occasionally running across your cheek and leaking precum onto it. The rush of adrenaline it sends through your body is ungodly, Johnny no doubt tasting a fresh wave of your arousal on his tongue.

Curling his fingers into your hair, Simon moves you up and down on Johnny’s cock, listening to your collective moans and the slick squelch of your guided actions. With loving motions, Ghost brushes away the strands of hair that have fallen over your face, holding it back so he can watch you go down on his boyfriend.

“Fuck,” It’s quiet, breathed out with a single head shake. “My beautiful girl.”

“That’s a good girl…” Johnny chimes in, and Jesus, you’ve never heard such praise from him. It makes your entire body shudder, hips rolling back against him. And he grins from your reaction, he saw how much you liked it with Simon.

“Jesus, Johnny.” Simon groans, yanking you away from his crotch.

With a wet gasp, you sit up, the motion unintentionally forcing your entire weight back onto Soap’s face. And he moans from it, fingers pulling you in and pressing into your skin.

Heady breaths escape Simon’s chest as he stares down at the wetness covering Johnny’s crotch, groaning as he once again reaches for him. “Wanna drink you down.”

The rumble of your sergeant’s whine vibrates through your core, which is now shamelessly rutting over the beauty of his face. And Johnny welcomes it, hips jerking from the feeling of Simon’s returning lips. Reaching down, Simon grabs himself in hand, swallowing around the thickness of his lover’s erection. And once again, he’s running a fist down his length, squeezing tightly and imagining it to be the hot velvet between your legs.

Holding Johnny’s base, Simon moves his mouth along the entirety of it, feeling his tip dive into the depths of his throat, drips of precum leaking from his slit. The taste shivers across his taste buds, drool already pouring past his lips. What spurs him on even further is the cry shaking out of your throat, your fingernails digging into the thick meat of Johnny’s thighs as you cum. You’re shoving yourself back against him, feeling his tongue repeatedly lap at your clit, his lips brushing over your labia again and again. And he tries to work you through it, tries his damndest to, but it’s impossible when the hot squeeze of Simon’s throat is suffocating his dick. Throbbing, he leaks into Ghost’s mouth, spurt after spurt coating his throat in the warm, sticky residue.

“F-Fuck, baby.” Even though Johnny’s mouth has stopped moving, you definitely haven’t. Rolling your hips, you ride his face, feeling your center quiver and drip onto his mouth.

Looking further down, you can see the forceful thrust of Simon’s hips, the shove of his cock into his own hand. He’s spilling over his knuckles, the thick substance dripping onto the floor. It’s enthusiastic, the way he’s rutting into his fist while willingly coaxing Johnny’s release down his throat.

“Simon…”

But your voice is fading, crackling in your throat. And your muscles are giving out, laying down across Johnny’s body. Sweetly, he turns his head, kissing your soft cheek. Rubbing your backside with both hands, he sighs, feeling Simon drag his mouth away from him.

It almost makes you feel bad, the way Simon immediately gets to work. He doesn’t often rest in the post-orgasmic bliss you and Johnny most often do. While Johnny’s eyes close, you keep your own open, watching Simon move around the room. With a grunt he stands, walking over to Soap’s desk to wipe off his hand with a few pulls of Kleenex. He’s still breathing heavily, still entirely naked, still sweaty from all of it. And even so, he returns, leaning down to open the trunk at the end of Johnny’s bed. He’s retrieving the extra pillows and blankets, tossing them onto the ground for your makeshift bed. Your boys were too big to share a cot, let alone all three of you squeezing onto one.

Smiling, you release a contented breath, watching him work to make the two of you comfortable. He cares so deeply for you, both of you. And he’s always seen it that way. Since you and Johnny came into his life, he’s seen you as his responsibility. His to care for and protect. His to love.

With a glance upward, he witnesses your watchful eye, smiling. “C’mere, love.”

Reaching out, he gestures for you to join him, and you do. Crawling gently off of Johnny’s body, you make your way onto the floor, now covered in the pillows and blankets Simon set out for all of you. And Johnny decides to just lay there, lids shut as he breathes in peace.

“Baby,” He coos sweetly, quietly, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

With gentle motions, he brings you in, kissing you softly. Your own hand rises when he does this, falling on his jawline as you lean into him.

“Lay down with me.” Nodding, you grin, eyes peering up at him. “There’s some tissues on his desk. I’d clean you up, but I’ve gotta get Johnny.”

“I know, baby.” Kissing the barely exposed bridge of his nose, you feel him release a breath, and not a happy one. He hates when he isn’t able to dote on you. “It’s okay, go get our hubby.” And Simon chuckles at the word, something you’ve only come to use recently, and you only use it to make him laugh.

The way you all settle is natural and routine. Your boys put you in the center, with the two of them situating themselves on either side. Regardless of the circumstance or place, you always sleep between them, they’ve made sure of that.

“Pretty baby…” Simon hums, kissing your forehead.

His arm snuggles beneath your head, laid mostly on his back with his body curled slightly in your direction. And you rest on the bulk of his bicep, snuggled right up against his side. And then there’s Johnny, your cuddle bunny. He’s spooning you, holding you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook and your neck. He even intertwines his legs with yours, reaching far enough across to have his foot touching Simon’s calf. It never ceases to make you smile; touch was always so important to Johnny. He often needed it to sleep, yours and Simon’s touch, your weight resting around him. After being with Simon for so long, and now you, he found sleeping alone to be pretty difficult. And if you were still new to this group, you’d assume Simon wouldn’t care about that, assume he’d be able to sleep fine without either of you. But even in his sleep, Simon still reaches for you. And if at any moment he doesn’t find one of you, his eyes open, searching frantically for the two of you. He’ll never say it, but he often has dreams about losing you, both of you. But that doesn’t happen right now, because you’re here. You’re both here.

With the weight of them on either side of you, it’s easy to fall asleep, but not before that emotional thought is prodding at you. The same thought you had when it was just you and Johnny, the thought you hadn’t wanted to verbalize until Simon came in, too.

“I love you.” Breathing out the words is easy, your heart tightening with affection. “Both of you.”

Johnny’s arms tighten, his weight pressing further into you. “We love you, lass.”

And then Simon’s hand, cupping your face and turning your head so he can kiss your forehead again. “We do.”

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