A needy puppy. // Alert!NSFW

Soap found himself in an.. *unusual* situation, seated in your office with an air of confusion. He straddled one of your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing down and creating a tension that thickened the room— and a friction that made his whole body feel tingly.

His hands gripped your shoulders firmly, anchoring himself as he grinned against your thigh, the chair that was supposed to signify authority now feeling more like a shared space between both of you.

You were his Superior officer— Commander to be exact, his closest ally, and in a twist of fate, he found himself sprawled in your lap, like a pathetic dog. It was a lewd scene

“bloody fuckin’ hell...”

Soap panted, his nails digging into your shoulder as he leaned forwards to rest his face in the crook of your neck.

“oh shite...”

Continuing to grind his hard on against your thigh, whimpering and shaking like a mess, unable to form a completely sentence or a complete thought

He can’t even remember if he locked the door after you called him in here to help take care of.. something, he was greedy for you, practically begging you to let him get off on just your thigh

“Sir... Please.. *please* don’t stop”

Soap whined, his eyes closing in a state of bliss. he rocked his hips against you and his blue eyes looked up into yours, a silent plea for

you to praise him.