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Always Room For One More

A/N: Female reader, this fic is dedicated to @xintothewoodswegox​  who I can’t thank enough for you constant support. ✌ Still a huge thank you to everyone else! I do see you and appreciate you. (If your thinking, is that me? Yes is it)

Summary: Ghost returns to his room after a mission to find it already occupied by his lovers who encourage him to join them.

Word count: 3658

Warnings: Smut

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Thinking about reader using cockwarming as a punishment for a needy soap - she’s working hard in her office when he comes whining for just a crumb of pussy

She agrees and lets him sit on her chair while she sits on his dick but then she uses her weight to just keep him there until she’s done

your brain is so fucking wrinkly, this is exactly the kind of prompt only a big gal could make work and i'm in love with you for it

"c'mon, bonnie, ye've been workin' all day! not even a single break! that cannae be good fer ye." johnny whines, his nose to the back of your ear as he rubs at your shoulders from behind. as much as you normally like his high sex drive, you've got a metric fuckton of work to do before your midnight deadline, and having him standing behind your chair, giving you an altogether unskilled 'massage' at ten thirty, is making it really difficult to type. what's worse, you know he's not going to give up until you give in.

"i have work to do, you know." you remind him, and he just whines like an overeager puppy.

"but yer so tense, hen. let me help ye work that out. we both know ye do yer best work when yer more relaxed." he purrs into your ear. "just take a little break and let me just bend ye over the desk. let me help ye work alllllll that stress out, hm?"

you roll your eyes when he starts nibbling at your earlobe and stand up with a sigh, turning to face him, prepared to snap at him a little to just jerk off and go to bed. he just looks so eager, like he truly thinks you're going to give in and just let him distract you from your work with a quick fuck, when really all you want to do is make him sit still and- oh. wait. hang on.

"you know what? you're right. i'm really stressed," you bite at your lip, acting like you're thinking about it. you watch johnny's bright blue eyes dart to your lips, you know he's a fucking sucker for when you do that. "ok, you convinced me. take your clothes off and sit on my chair."

he seems stunned for a moment that his plan actually worked, like a kid who actually convinced mom to stop at macdonalds despite knowing there's food at home. it isn't until he sees you slip off your jeans and panties that he starts stripping with haste, his cock already hard and bobbing up and down as he struggles to get his jeans off over his sock feet. he plops himself down on your wide, soft office chair, with a cocky grin that you're just a little bummed you won't be able to watch slide off his face when you put your plan into action.

"c'mon, then, bonnie. let's get yer tension worked off, aye?" he says with a corny waggle of of his eyebrows. he's so cute when he's not being a little shit. you back up, your wide hips and ass hovering over his lap as he helps you line up and slowly sink all of your weight into his lap, his cock stretching you out and filling you up, and if not for your determination to get these fucking analysis reports completed in the next two hours, you'd be tempted to give in and bounce on his dick until you were both screaming.

you scootch the chair forward towards the table, bringing johnny along with you, pinned under your not-inconsiderable weight. you can almost hear the question marks popping up over johnny's head like a cartoon dog, his fingers trying to find purchase in the plush jut of your hips so he can get you to move. it's when he hears you start to type again that he pats at your back to get attention.

"bonnie- c'mon, need ye t'move fer me, let me-" you feel him try to move his hips, but you've got him completely trapped underneath your weight. your big ass, hips, and thighs pin him to the chair as you continue writing out your observations about your work project's success and failings, ignoring his complaining.

"johnny, shush, i have to finish this." you chide as your fingers fly across the keyboard.

"yer jokin'. say yer jokin' right now. ye cannae be serious. yer just gonna leave me like this?!" he whines as he lightly drums at your back with his hands like a petulant child.

"thought you liked a big fat ass sitting on your dick?" you tease over your shoulder, echoing a sentiment he'd said to you almost every single day since you'd met.

"i do, but yer using it fer evil! this is torture, bonnie! cruel and unusual! i thought ye loved me, ye wicked thing!" he grumbles, trying to squirm underneath you to no avail.

"i do, that's why i'm on your lap and not kicking you out of the office. i thought this was a nice compromise." you say easily, backspacing to fix a typo as you continue working.

"it's nooooooooooot." johnny whines as he tries to stand up, his legs scrambling to find some sort of magic angle to get the leverage to get all of you off of him. it doesn't work. you pat him on the thigh condescendingly and he snorts.

"i'm workin' on my hip thrusters when i go to the gym next time." he mumbles.

"you do that." you say absentmindedly as you reread your last sentence to make sure it's coherent.

"sweetheart, bonnie, please. just- just move a bit. can ye just bounce a little?" johnny begs, trying valiantly once again to buck his hips up from under you. no dice. "dinnae ken how i ended up with such a mean lass. i donnae deserve this. i just wanted to help!"

"you are helping, look at how much i'm getting done!" you lean to the side so he can see the rapidly filling word document in front of you. johnny just makes annoyed whining sounds, kicking his feet a little in a small tantrum. it's almost cute, but it's distracting you from your goal.

it takes an additional fifteen minutes of complaining and poking and smacking at your hip before johnny finally gives it a fucking rest and accepts his fate, piping down and letting you get to work. it's almost 11:30 by the time you finally finish, and johnny is softly snoring behind you, his soft cock still resting inside of you as you snap the laptop shut.

johnny stirs awake as you get up, his dick sliding out easily as he blinks blearily up at you, his mohawk looking scruffier than ever.

"hi. i finished my work and i'm going to bed. wanna join me?" you ask sweetly, knowing he's probably as grumpy as he looks. he glares at you a little before his face softens.

"mean trick ye pulled." he grouses with a yawn.

"i know. i'm sorry. in my defense, i did get a LOT of work done that way. you were very relaxing, just like you promised." you say, and he just crosses his arms and pouts. "aw, poor baby. tell you what, come to bed and i'll make it up to you. deal?"

that seems to perk him up. "yeah?"

"yeah. c'mon." you jerk your head towards the door before you turn to leave.

"wait- bonnie, hang on." johnny calls out over your shoulder, and you turn to see him looking a little red-faced and sheepish. "my legs fell completely asleep, need come help gettin' up and walkin'."

all you can do is throw your head back and laugh, helping him to his feet as he wobbles and tries to talk dirty all the way back to the bedroom.

Niel with his eternal :} face & father Price

And then you have Elliot as Kyle girlboss gaslight gatekeep and Barry SLAYYY

🙂🙂 🤨🤨

Price and his two sons teammates

He's hot ya can't help it 🤷

Y/N : Damn, it’s cold.

Soap : Here, take my jacket, I’m not even that cold.

Y/N : Thanks, I’ll give it back tomorrow.

[Later At Night]

Y/N, aggressively inhaling in Soap’s jacket scent whilst curled up inside it : I’m not giving this back.