#pls excuse any mistake I’m trying to be force myself to write more frequently by dropping the need for total perfectionism

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about Ghost and Soap in a polyamorous relationship (18+, MINORS DNI)

It’s to no surprise that your two boyfriends have rather contrasting personalities. One is for physical touch while the other is vehemently against it. It’s not like Ghost won’t ever hug you or hold your hand. It’s just that it can quickly become too much for him. Thats why you’ll opt for short side hugs and cling onto the cuffs of his sleeves when you want to touch him. It’s just a boundary he has and you chose to respect it.

So when it feels like everything in the world is going wrong and you need a reassuring embrace or a hand to hold, you’ll resort to the Scotsman who’ll happily ground his weight on top of yours and offer you a sturdy grip to hold onto.

That’s why it came as a surprise when you found out just how eager Ghost is to touch you in the bedroom, so much so he can barley contain himself.

He’s breathing heavily, hands shaking, seated in a a chair placed a bit further away from the bed that you’re laying in.

He doesn’t dare touch you though, knows his mind is too far gone to make clear headed decisions, hands far too eager to be gentle, knows his distance from the bed is the only thing keeping him from falling off the deep end.

So that’s why he assigns Soap to plant himself between your legs, watching as you roll your hips against his face, hands flying up to grab onto Soap’s hair as their names fall from your lips like prayers.

Ghost’s hand trails up the expanse of his thigh, gaze never leaving the scene in front of him as his palm lands on the spot where his cock is pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants and gently squeezes it.

His toes curl into the floor as he bucks up into his palm, a pathetic mewl escaping his lips as his dick finally gets some sort of relief after just watching you and Soap for so long. But his feather like touch quickly turns rough. His mind is too frantic to prevent eager hands from roughly stroking his dick. He’s tethering at the edge of relief before he forcefully pries his hand away from it.

His cock mourns the loss as much as he does “No, no, no, why? Why?!” He mutters to himself, chair rocking back in place as he throws his head back against the backrest.

He slumps in the chair, breath just as heavy and hands just as shaky as his gaze falls down to the spot where his palm once was.

The fabric of his sweats lay taut against his cock. It feels hard and heavy and it’s weeping continuously, leaving a dark spot on the otherwise bright fabric.

Not yet, he thinks to himself.

If he’s not able to handle his cock with care he won’t touch you yet.

#simon ghost riley #Simon ghost Riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #john soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x Reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #call of duty #reader not specified but as usual everything I do is for my boys #pls excuse any mistake I’m trying to be force myself to write more frequently by dropping the need for total perfectionism #that sounds so silly but if I dont do it like this I’ll plop out a fic every 5 months djdjd #anyway hope u enjoy this Drabble #Alec writes