dream of me, only me.

many people around base probably thought it was strange, prey and predator so closely knit together . especially a fox and a bunny, vastly different but the two of you could not stay away from each other.

even when ghost acted like he didn’t want you around, all blunt and sly snarky comments about you being too hyper or just a dumb bunny but you always stuck around, pushing his buttons, making him your fluffel— or whatever stupid name you called it. deep down he enjoyed having you around as his own little pack, being a solitary animal does get lonely sometimes so it took some getting used to.

always so eager to please because he’s your idol, like a father you never had, a man that has always given you wisdom and guided you in the right direction…

but there’s guilt because everytime you hear him say, “good job, kiddo.” that warmth in your heart doesn’t just stay there but travels all the way down right between your legs. and everytime you’re alone you think of him, in ways you shouldn’t, he’s your captain, a superior, a man that treats you like his daughter and yet here you are thinking of him bending you over his desk.

“you okay, kid?”

you must of been staring off into space, the rest of the conference room now empty, just you and him. you’re still sitting down and john’s standing in front of you, arms crossed, that tight lipped smile he does as his eyes crinkle a bit— fuck.

“uh, yeah.. sorry. i was listening! i promise.. just really out of it today.” you stuttered, feeling like a child caught doing something bad by their parent. he leans back against the edge of the table facing you, arms still crossed as he tilts his head to get a good look at you and naturally you straighten your back, making your posture look more appropriate than slouching like an idiot.

“hm, well the rest of the day is free, darlin’. why don’t you take some time for yourself? maybe, go to the pub with the lads—“

no, no— you love the boys but you rather stay here with him. fuck, but he’ll see right through you, maybe he already noticed the way your thighs clenched with the way he grunted out darlin. you stood up abruptly, more awkward than usual, your resolve crumbling quicker than you wanted it to.

“don’t you have anything here for me to do? or maybe teach me something new! i— i just think it’ll keep my mind off things..” you were lying to yourself. it would probably make things worse.

then he was laughing, a deep chuckle and suddenly all your nerves died and you remembered that it’s just john, your captain, your dad, your family…

“well, if you insist, kiddo.”

that’s how the two of you ended up in his office. he pulled up a chair beside his where you sat and helped organize files and important documents. you felt useful, needed, and your corrupted thoughts finally seized, only the soft sounds of price’s typing filled your ears.

a couple hours already went by and you contently continued your work until you heard a deep sigh beside you. you spared a quick glance, john was leaning back in his chair, reading glasses pulled off the bridge of his nose now sitting on the top of his keyboard as he massaged his temple. your heart felt tight, here you are happy to be just near him without thinking about most of this work comes with a big weight of responsibility for him. maybe, you two should of just went home…

“we can stop, i’m sorry for keeping you.” you murmured turning to him now and your words make him look to you, his own chair swiveling to face you fully. his thick thighs were spread wide, his body slightly slouching back in his desk chair as his hand scratched through his beard. your mind was about to drift elsewhere till he spoke.

“don’t apologize, love. i could never turn down my favorite soldier.” he grinned, one of his hands opening a drawer and bringing out a box of cigars.

“favorite, huh? i’ll be sure not to mention it to gaz, he’d totally flip if he wasn’t the golden boy anymore..” you giggled softly, and john huffed out a chuckle, before lighting his cigar. you watched him take a drag before exhaling a puff of smoke out and leaning back into his chair comfortably.

“i got enough room in my heart for all my kids.” he spoke, and maybe you were just delusional but the way his said it shifted the atmosphere. you felt warm all over again, and it was going to get worse if he kept staring at you like that— like he wanted you. which couldn’t be true… could it?

“turning into a softy cap’n?” you teased, trying to shift the atmosphere desperately but once john’s got the control, he won’t waver for one second.

“c’mere.” he grunted, cigar between his teeth as he spoke, large hand patting the meat of his thigh. it was like your body was moving on its own, slowly lifting from your little chair to take one step into his space, right in between his spread legs, his eyes shifting up at you.

“i don’t mention it often enough but i’m proud of you, kid. you always go above and beyond, give not just me but the team one hundred and ten percent of all you’ve got. it would make any father proud.” he gruffed out and suddenly you felt your eyes sting with fondness. the love that you always wanted was finally being shown, what you’ve been missing your whole life was now right at the tips of your fingers. but that guilt was still festering, your dark little secret.

you begin to feel your lip quiver, and a couple tears fall and you stumble to your knees in front of him— and that’s got price straightening up, putting out a perfectly good cigar out.

you choke out a sob and then he’s cupping your face with two big hands, thumbs swiping at your tears. a quiet ‘oh baby’ leaving his lips as he tries to shush your tiny cries.

“baby, what is it? why are you cryin’ for?” he’s murmuring quietly, thumbs still swiping at your wet face, each of your hands finding purchase resting on his knees as you look up at him with big wet eyes.

“i’m awful, horrible, you shouldn’t be proud, not with what’s going on in my head.” you whimper out, you can’t lie, you could never lie to him. your hands fist at his cargo pants as you hiccup out another small sob.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion and that only makes more tears fall from your eyes.

“c’mon. talk to me, kiddo. startin’ to worry your old man.” one of his hands move a few strands of hair out of your face that begin to stick from all your crying and that makes you bite your lip and hold back another wail.

“i- can’t help it! i swear! everytime you talk like that i get.. i get that feeling y’know? and i hate myself for it because you’re like my dad but i think about you in ways people don’t think about their dads.” you finally blurt out and your eyes begin to search his for any ounce of disgust but you don’t see it. he continues to stare at you, rough thumbs still caressing your face and you finally realize how inappropriate your position is right now.

“that’s what’s got you all fussy for, baby?” he husks out and his voice sounds deeper now, one of his hands move down to cup the nape of your neck, while the other still cups your cheek, thumb now swiping over your puffy lips. all you can do his nod and then he coos at you like a child.

“that’s why you let dad do all the thinkin’, yeah? got yourself worked up for no reason, kid.” he tsk’s, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek that makes your eyes flutter closed.

you grumble to yourself as the two of you stand outside, your nose feels like a popsicle right now. the snow under your boots crunch when you turn to ghost, who’s smoking a cigarette without even a shiver.

“how are you not cold?! clearly you’re not human…” you mumble the last part to yourself as your eyes squint at him and he just chuckles.

“‘m a big bloke..pretty hairy, i like the cold.” he grunts nonchalantly as his eyes drift down to you. you guess he’s smiling a bit the way his eye crinkle behind the mask as he looks at you. all you do is roll your eyes and try not to think too much about his body before you really say something stupid.

you slowly shift towards him, a small shuffle step and your shoulder nudges his forearm. maybe, you can feel some of his body heat this way…

“ya need somethin’?” you hear him mumble above you, and you don’t bother looking at him afraid of loosing whatever heat you have left by moving an inch.

“don’t be an asshole.” you grumble and then you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you in front of him. your back pressed against his front and you instantly feel warmth. you instinctively press your body closer and your hands grip at his forearm and you press your face against it, like a makeshift scarf. finally.

“don’t know how ya even survive.” he mumbles above you, the smoke from his cigarette can be seen and you laugh.

vs.

thinking about johnny ‘soap’ mctavish and how he’s such a flirt. i mean can you blame him? he’s a pretty boy, charming, has got that ruggish look and piercing bright blues that would make anyone melt. and he does make you melt, his flirting all the time causes you to blush and yeah— you’re a grown adult but very inexperienced when it comes to sex so when his flirting gets too handsy or mouthy your face can’t help but feel warm.

you wish you could be outgoing or even sexy. being roommates with him ends of bringing out some of your self loathing when you see all the pretty people he brings back from nights out. they never shy away from him but feed into the desired hunger. you wish you were that fluid in your own body. yeah you had confidence when you were out on the field but back home you’d crawl back into yourself, it was an endless cycle, and you just fed into it. now you’re in your late twenties with absolutely no clue how anything works.

you feel like you’d get some sort of advice from the lads but anytime they did talk about their personal experiences it all leads down to sex and you’d shamefully run back home and press a hand between your legs in the privacy of your own room just thinking about their stories and whoever was lucky enough to get with them.

so here you are, in your pj’s watching a movie in the living room, popcorn bowl in hand as you hear heavy boots walking out from the hallway. it’s johnny and he looks handsome. you pout and he instantly coos at you.

“you’re leaving me again.” you say, its meant to sound annoyed but it comes out like a whine, desperate for his attention. he’s gone out almost all week. he chuckles and walks towards you.

“bonnie, ya need ta get out more, yeah? why don’t ya come wit me?” he asks, his arms cross and he’s tilting his head at you. god, he almost convinces you but you rather not watch him flirt with his new ‘friend’ for the night. you set the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table and sigh.

“y’know that’s not my kinda scene.. going to clubs and all?” you mutter, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, you’re looking away now fiddling with the knit blanket.

“c’monnn, it’s been a few weeks since we been back. ya need to let loose, ah never see ya bring somebody back.” he says it so nonchalantly as he comes to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up to look at him. even just that simple touch ignites a fire within you. so pathetic how touch starved you are and he’s saying this with no idea how in love you are with him. like the thought of you with someone else to him means nothing, your heart stings at that.

“well, not everyone can be as charming as you. plus i like being home. what’s wrong with that?” you say with a huff, leaning back into the couch, trying to create some space between you two.

“haud yer wheesht! don’t be like that. you’re a bonnie lass and i know y’ve got needs hen.” he scoffs, scottish accent laid on thick, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“i get on fine, john. just go.” you mutter, your evening now feels like a dark cloud looming over you. you don’t want to be reminded how alone you are and how you’ve never even had sex.

it’s quiet for a good minute and he’s still sitting there. you groan in annoyance and begin to stand up and he immediately shoots back up, crowding you in, towering over you.

“move, johnny.”

“oh? it’s johnny again now is it?” his voice sounds huskier for some reason and you feel warm all over again. you can smell the cologne on his chest—he’s way too fucking close right now.

“just move already!” your hands come up to push him but he’s grabbing you instead, hauling you up easily over his shoulder and walking down the hallway towards his room. what the fuck.

“johnny— stop, just put me down!” you shriek at the end of your sentence when a palm comes down on your ass. your breath hitches in your throat and your thighs instantly clench together.

“you bastard!” you growl, swinging your legs to wrap around his waist and hauling yourself upright. his footing sways a bit at your swift movement and you take the opportunity to grab the hair at the base of his neck and pull.

“i said put me dow—“ then your breath gets knocked out from your lungs, he’s got you pushed up against the wall in the hallway, the force he used to press you into the wall disoriented you, your hands letting go of him and allowing him to grab both your wrists and pressing them above your head.

“no. yer gonna listen carefully, bonnie..” he’s growls out, voice deep and no room for discussion. god, you went too far now and pissed him off.

“am only tryin’ to help, hen and now look ach ya.” you’re straining against his hold. you’ve never been good at overtaking him in training. you keep trying to buck your hips and kick your legs but it’s no use, he’s much stronger than you, especially with how you feel at this moment. completely aroused.

his hips are taunt against yours and you feel something pressing against your cunt an everytime you move the friction makes you pulse down there.

“johnny, let me go, please. i’m sorry, okay! i’ll go out with you tonight if that’s what you want, just— can you move? your belt its digging into to me.” you grumble out, wiggling some more and then he’s laughing a bit which makes you stop. he lets go of your arms and you rest them on his shoulders.

“tha’s not my belt, bonnie.” he murmurs before lifting you off the wall and walking you straight back into his room. suddenly he’s throwing you onto the bed and you land on it with a small ‘oof’.

“don’t tell me you take your gun out, that’s so—“

“yer right, lass. let’s just have a night in hm? talk this out.” he interrupts and your brows furrow as you watch him take his leather coat off, his black t-shirt tight around his biceps and your heart starts to hammer seeing his tattoos peek out from the sleeves. then his hands are going to his belt and your eyes flick down to watch his movements.. that’s when you notice the sizable bulge in his jeans.

“talk about what..”you whisper out, eyes still trained on him but your body is moving up the bed trying to create some distance because suddenly you feel like prey that’s about to be hunted and deep down your body is loving it.

“ah think y’know.. ah think i’ve figured out yer problem. why ya suddenly act weird when i mention sex.” he continues, and you don’t know where he’s going with this but you feel extremely exposed and you aren’t even naked yet.

“ghost kinda mentioned somethin’ about it but i wasn’t for sure.. now i see. ya just need a bit of extra lovin’ hm? haven’t been takin’ care of like ya should be.” and now he’s pressing a knee down onto the bed and grabbing your ankle and pulling you back down to him. he’s got you on your back now, his hand slowly caressing your face and you pathetically give in.

“don’t.. don’t make fun of me, johnny.” you whisper out into the silence, your eyes looking back at those baby blues and he scoffs.

“never, sweetheart.” and then he’s kissing you, so sweet and gentle. sure you’ve kissed people before but nothing like this. his hand his cupping your jaw and moving you to his liking, his other hand moving up your leg and softly gripping your hip.

you feel wet already and he’s barely done anything yet. he’s got you whimpering from just a kiss and he laughs a bit when he pulls away from the kiss and you whine.

“this okay?” he murmurs, his hands slowly lifting your shirt up until it hits the bottom of your breast and your stomach quivers as his knuckles gently graze down your middle.

“yeah, feels good.” you whisper and he smiles at that, hands gripping your night shorts and pulling them down your legs. johnny has seen your body before (bastards walked in on you changing several times) but this time is different, this time he’s going to truly see you in a way no one else has.

“wha- what did ghost tell you?” you blurted out suddenly, your brain can’t help but overthink what the hell that big bastard said. johnnys got his hands on you still, a little grin on his lips and then his thumb is pressing against your clit through your panties and your breath hitches in your throat. he places a hand by your head and leans down over you as he slowly moves his thumb in circles, humming in delight when he sees your face twitch a bit, a small gasp leaving your lips when he presses a bit harder.

“oh tha’? y’know ghost. he’s got a keen eye for people. can see through them. i cannae believe it sometimes but he’s always right.” he rambles a bit like normal, like he’s not playing and teasing with your clit as he does and you’re stuck underneath him, hands gripping the sheets, trying to keep your eyes open but failing miserably. it feels too good and he’s just started.

“he needs to—nggh mind his business.” you grunt out, a moan getting caught in your throat when johnny moves your underwear to the side and slowly slides his middle finger in, one of your hands shooting out to grab his forearm. your back arches a bit trying to get used to the feeling, it stings a bit but subsides quickly, fuck you’re doomed.

“maybe—“ he chuckles and then he’s suddenly flipping you on your stomach prone style, pulling the rest of your underwear off. you turn your head to look back at him and he’s removing his clothes. “y’know, ah dunno if ah like ye talkin’ about another man when i’ve got ya in my bed, bon.” he’s unzipping his pants and kicking them off, then his underwear and fuck he’s huge.

“it’s just ghost…plus you’ve fucked plenty of people before me and i didn’t like it either.” you huffed out, rolling your eyes at him, bickering like he didn’t have his dick out. then he’s climbing over you, hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass up to him and you gasp when you feel his tip against your cunt.

“hm, lads like ye jus’ as much as i do, bonnie. want ye jus’ like this too, am positive.” he says, you don’t even fully register what he says about the rest of the boys before he slowly starts pushing into you and you shriek, head ducking down into the sheets, your hands and arms are curled around one of his pillows and you whimper at the stretch.

“fucking hell, johnny!” you grumble into the sheets, you feel warm all over from the confession, heart hammering against your chest and your cunt stretching against his cock was like a wildfire in your body.

“hm, it’s jus’ the tip, lass.” he laughs meanly, and you whimper at that. you feel him slot himself against your back and he presses a kiss to your neck, ‘doing so good for me, bonnie’ he whispered as one of his hands go down to play with your clit and that gets you going. he’s got the full head of his cock inside you, not pushing any further as he continues to rub at your clit and your stomach starts to clench in pleasure.

“this okay?” he asks again, voice husky against your ear and all you can do is nod and whimper, burying your head into the pillow as you move your hips a bit, trying to grind against his hand but now you’re grinding around the tip of his cock and that gets johnny grunting into your ear.

“fuckin’ hell, lil’ lass. need ta—oh tha’s good.” he grunts deeply, his breath fanning the shell of your ear as he presses half of his shaft inside you and you nearly scream at that, voice muffled into the pillow but then his hand goes up the nape of your neck, fingers curling into your hair and moving your head to look back at him. your eyes are teary and that almost makes him blow his load right then.

“johnny—“ and you’re just babbling now, your words are jumbled and your brain feels fuzzy as he pulls back a bit and then goes all the way in, fully kissing your cervix.

“ahh, there we go. atta girl.” he husks and you whimper in reply. a few minutes go by and he hasn’t moved and your cunt flutters around him and his had is cupping your face, thumb wiping away a tear as he coos at you gently.

“why aren’t you..moving?” you ask breathlessly, back arching a bit, trying to move but he’s got you pinned under his weight, totally at his mercy, and your hand goes up to his face pulling him forward for a kiss and you shake your hips again and he only chuckles against your lips as he pulls away.

“needy lil’ thing. gotta get ya used to it, bonnie. we can’t rush these things, yeah?” and he kisses down your neck and he’s tugging at your shirt and pulling it free finally. his lips go straight for your breasts, catching a nipple and sucking it gently and you sigh at the feeling. but it’s little of a distraction when he’s got his huge cock nestled inside you.

“but~ jesus, johnny..” you moan when he moves the position you guys are in, lifting your leg up and over till your fully on your back, his hands on your hips and he presses deep, not wanting to part an inch from inside you.

for the rest of the night he practically tortures you. when he finally does move, it’s slow and deep thrusts that have you mewling and he talks you through it all. ‘tha’s it, can ya feel me in yer tummy, lass?’ to ‘y’ve got this, dovie, seen ya kill with yer bare hands, ya can handle another, hm?” when he’s got you cumming for the third time, his thumb rubbing idle circles against your clit.

and he’s right, you’re a demon on the field, on autopilot but here, back at home, your fight or flight is gone and you’re other side comes out. you’re timid and a bit whiny for affection but he’s the one that brings it out of you just like he is now. it’s hard to even form words, all you really do is tip your head back, biting your lip and whimpering out another guttural moan.

then when you’re coming down from you think fourth orgasm? he starts picking up the pace, and it hits you like a truck, walls so sensitive, little bud throbbing with no mercy and your hand reaches out to try and push at his hip to slow him down but it’s no use. he’s gripping one of your legs up and that angle makes you cry out again.

“no—no johnny, i can’t again!” you plead and you hear a breathy laugh and he swats the fat of your ass before he starts fucking into you harder.

“am almost there, bleedin’ jesus..” he grunts out, ignoring your pleas as he continues to hammer in you and your back begins to arch off the bed. that’s when you hear him groan deeply and suddenly he’s pulled out. your chest is heaving as you pant and you watch his stomach flex, his hand stroking is cock till he finally cums. it spurts out in ropes, hitting your stomach, some falling up near your breast and your head drops back in a sigh. your cunt feels wounded but in a good way, she’s throbbing and overly sensitive and then you hiss because johnnys smearing his cum across your clit.

“no, johnny, please..” you begin to protest and he coos at you, tearing his hand away and kneeling back down to give you a sweet kiss. “aye, i’ll stop, dovie.” like it pains him not to rip another one out of you and all you can do is giggle when he plops back down beside you.

“think ye can take the lads jus’ fine..” he murmurs out like you’re not even there, and then you’re turning over to look at him, hand going to grip his jaw to look at you and he’s got a lazy grin on his face.

sure you’re confident when it comes to work, the lads know it and can see it but everytime you’re back in your civvies, out in the real world, you crawl into yourself and it’s an endless cycle.

johnny sees it. says you should get out more and you protest, wishing he’d just stay in for one night. then he says, “bonnie, i know y’ve got needs. when’s the last time you got laid?”

and suddenly your heart is stinging, of course he can say that so nonchalantly, but it hurts knowing he doesn’t care about someone else having you when you’ve always wanted him.

“hah, nobody finds virgins attractive. just go have fun, okay? i’m fine.” you say with a small smile and you see his face change. his smile falters a bit and your stomach flips.

“y’ve never..” his sentence falls short and he’s staring at you so attentively that your face starts to feel warm. fuck you just admitted that out loud. then suddenly his hand his cupping your chin and his thumb is pressing against your bottom lip. your breath hitches in your throat.

“hm, maybe, ah will stay in. seems like my girl needs me, yeah?” and it’s like your brain short circuits because you’re nodding dumbly at him.

cut to johnny having you prone, ass up, his cock finally kissing your cervix and you’re mewling into the bedsheets. it stings the stretch, he’s so big and he’s bullied himself into you. then he doesn’t even move and you’re whining like a cat in heat, your thighs are shaking a bit from how long you’ve been arched in this position. you can also feel your slick running down your thighs from the first two orgasms he gave you with just his mouth before he filled you with his cock.

“gotta get ya used to it, lass. can’t rush into things when yer new, yeah?” he’s murmuring against the arch of your spine, laying a soft kiss to it and you’re completely out of it already.

“please, johnny—“ your voice crumbles, and you try to move your hips a bit but his hands grip you still.

we all know how big simon is. towering over most people, strength like no normal human, he’s intimidating to be around but when he met you it was almost like you were immune to it.

you who’s a foot and some inches shorter than him and who he can sling over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, has got him down on his knees begging for his next order.

youre the one who’s telling him, “get on the bed, baby.” climbing over his body and sitting yourself right in his lap, grabbing his arms and putting them over his head. you’re the one who’s taking control, moving at your own agonizing pace that has him huffing and panting out of breath from the brink of overstimulation.

“fuckin’ hell, lovie. please—“ he groans into your mouth as you silence him with another kiss. you’re cupping his jaw as you do, grinding your hips in slow circles above him, a small grin etching its way onto your face.

“sound so pretty for me, si. ask nicely.” you whisper against his rosy lips, the hand on his jaw moving up to grip his golden locks and pulling his head back to expose his neck for you to kiss as you please.

“fuck, please baby. please fucking make me cum, let me—“ he sounds like breathless pornstar and you start picking up your pace, a lewd plat plat plat can be heard in the bedroom, skin against skin and you’ve got your mouth on his lips again, hot and heavy breathing and it feels like heaven on earth…

ask and you shall receive anon!! this literally came to me in the middle of the night. not proofread.

what about reader and price always hosting dinners for the rest of the boys when on leave and you begin to realize how much you like how domestic it feels. you didn’t realize how much you’d like cooking and feeding other mouths other than your husbands.

you weren’t sure if john noticed but you started to feel less nervous around the boys, you enjoyed having their company around, it felt like one big family that you were finally apart of. you were never that type of woman to ease into being that stay at home kind of wife but for some reason it all came so naturally when they came around.

“boys! dinners ready!” you yelled from the kitchen, huffing a breath, it takes a lot of energy feeding such big men but you make do.

you’re washing your hands when john comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss behind your neck that makes you sigh and lean your weight into him.

“think i’d rather eat you instead, mama.” the last word comes out teasingly as he nips your ear, the apron your wearing is floral and has the word printed right in the middle, something one of your friends gave you to as a joke. you never wanted kids but it feels like you already have some with the three bickering men in the dining room.

you already felt hot from running around all day in the kitchen but john’s word put a fire between your legs. you turn around in his arms, a hand trailing up his large chest and cupping his face, you give him a sweet peck on the lips.

“maybe, for dessert, daddy.” you whisper with a giggle against his lips before pulling away and he chuckles deeply before giving your bum a small tap and helping you set the table.

they’re all sitting down now as you make their plates, fixing up large helpings for everyone before handing them out. of course, john is always first, placing his plate down and he gives your hand a sweet kiss before you go and grab the others plates.

johnny whistles teasingly and kyle smacks him upside the head.

“oi! be polite.” kyle says but he’s got a grin on his face, a stifled laugh coming from his lips when johnny holds the back of his head, faking hurt.

“i’m always polite— right bonnie?” johnny asks as he set their plates down, you giggle a bit at their antics. always causing a fuss but they make good for entertainment after all your hard work.

and then you set simon’s plate down. he’s still so quiet after all these years and you always plate his food with a little extra, knowing he probably doesn’t eat as well when he’s at his own place.

“thanks, ma’am.” he always murmurs and you huff putting your hands on your hips. you look like a mother about to scold her child and the clattering of plates and voices from the others die down a bit, knowing exactly what you’re about to say.

“y’know i told you not to call me that, si. makes me feel old.” you pout, and john chuckles, if only you could see yourself, your hair in a messy pony tail, apron fitting tight around your curves, your little shorts and tank on because you get hot when you cook— you looked beautiful. and john knows simon is thinking the same thing because today he’s having a hard time even looking at you, partly out of respect for john but also because he’s got a raging boner underneath the table.

simon just nods and you sigh, hoping for something else—anything else. john notices.

“now son, have some respect and answer your mother.” he says it so nonchalantly that your face starts to feel warm, that warm feeling travels back down to between your legs again, just like it did earlier in the kitchen with john.

“sorry, mama. it won’t happen again.” simon grunts out, finally his baby blues are looking at you and your heart skips a beat.

“that’s- that’s okay, honey. enjoy your food.” you squeak out, for once a bit speechless and shy, and you excuse yourself back to the kitchen, pretending that you needed to grab something else but you’re grabbing your face trying to calm the heat that’s rushing over you.

kyle speaks up first when you leave.

“think you broke her, simon.” him and johnny chuckle and he just shrugs as he starts shoveling food into his mouth.