[DISCONTINUED] Call of Duty Imagines

Soap-Distractions (Smut)

You sat at the writing desk in your bedroom while your husband laid on the bed behind you.

You were on your laptop trying to hack your way into communications you needed for a mission. And you smirked when the computer read: Access Granted.

You hear his voice in your ear, "You did it Baby,"

He starts kissing down the side of your neck, and you tried not to moan.

You watched as Russian soldiers typed in plans for an Attack.

Before you could read anything else, he moves you so you're sitting in your lap. He watches as you bite your lip, his hand moving to the front of your jacket, unbuttoning it, sliding it off you.

You lean on him, moaning as his hand goes up your shirt, and you shut your laptop. You sat there in his lap,him touching and massaging you, and before you can say anything he messages your chest.

"You want this?" He spoke softly.

"Please..."

He throws you onto the bed, taking his light gray shirt off. You look down his Muscular hairless chest, toned abs and V-line.You both kick your boots off. Him on top of you in seconds, and taking your pants off quickly. He kisses down your collarbone,taking your bra off, then pulling your underwear off with his teeth. He licks his lips, burying his head between your thighs. His stubble gently scraping your inner thighs. You moan, throwing your head back,

"Stop teasing..." You whimper.

"Shh...I haven't felt you on my skin for a while Lass."