I luv soap

This is an older piece. I drew it after reading a fic I really enjoyed, but I can't remember the title😭

Not only does he bag the hottest and meanest pookie aka you, but he also absolutely knows he did. And he’ll let right about everyone else know. I do think he’s more private about his life than say Soap, so it’s not like he’ll stop a random recruit and tell him about you (which i truly believe Johnny would do). But he has absolutely followed Price around base while he tells him about the two weeks leave he took to be with you.

Poor Price on his desk, dealing with the paperwork that comes as a necessity after Ghost and Soap blew something up during a drill that didn’t involve explosives at all. Not only is he having to fill out like fifteen different forms and reports, but he has Gaz sitting across from him, scrolling through his gallery and showing pictures of the place he took you out to on your Friday dinner date. Not only that but if Price just pretends to look but doesn’t actually pay attention Kyle will know and insist until the captain actually looks at the slideshow.

He doesn’t hammer your dates' knowledge onto Soap and Ghost as much, but he’ll definitely do subtle flexes. He chest the time on his phone instead of his watch so they’ll see the picture of you he has as a background. If someone brings up a weekend plan he’ll say how he can’t because he’s already going out with his darling. Subtly will tell anyone that will listen how you got him his new shirt, pants, cap, whatever it is tbh.

He also knows every single product that you prefer, doesn’t matter what kind it is. Makeup, skincare, cologne, fabric softener, snacks, beverages, food places, clothing brands. He doesn’t care, he knows all of them by heart. It’s like he has a six sense too, every time you’re close to running out of them he’ll randomly stop in the store on his way back to you from base and get them.

While i headcanon that Johnny gets into skin care after his darling introduces him to it (which you can read here, if you want). I believe Kyle absolutely has his own routine and that he is the one who first brings up the idea of having a spa night once a week. He’s the one to get the products, he even goes all out and does them themed, like by scent or colour or something.

Has a bunch of hoodies in rotation (or any other clothing piece you might steal from him) always making sure to wear at least one of them for a few days before “forgetting” it at yours or “forgetting” to take it to base once you’ve moved in together. He knows how much you love wearing them and how important it is that it smells like him. So he dutifully makes sure you always have a fresh Kyle™ piece of clothing available. Also it absolutely works for him too because he takes back the one you’ve had with you meanwhile. The mix of your cologne, body wash and fabric softener his favourite scent for sure.

And last but not least of my Gaz is the perfect boyfriend agenda (for today) is the fact that i know he just gives the best back massages. You don’t even have to ask for it, he’ll just come to the living room, lightly pat your shoulder so you move forward. He fits himself between the couch and your back and just gives you the massage of your life. He just laughs it off when you tell him he could be a masseuse if he ever retires from the military.

It takes less than 5 minutes to have you absolutely melting, and when he’s pleased with how comfortable and relaxed you look he just pulls you back against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder as you sit between his legs, the both of you watching a random show he saw good ratings of.

It takes knocking three times before the door opens, a damp-haired and headphone-wearing Johnny opens then. His expression is probably the most serious you've ever seen him before, a murmur of "oh, it's ye" leaving him before he's heading back to his desk. At least he has the decency —although you probably could call it audacity— to leave the door open so you can come in.

"Could we have a chat?" It only gets a shrug from him, headset being pulled back on while he gestures in the desk's general direction as if to say he's too busy for it.

"What are you doing?" You keep your tone soft, wanting to give him some grace for his likely shitty day, arms crossing over you chest after closing the door behind you, slowly stepping closer. However all it earns you is a shrug, another noncomital gesture to his laptop, followed by a muttered "stuff".

"Seriously?" a light huff leaves you as your hip comes to rest with the edge of his desk, your eyes quickly scanning the screen on his laptop. He really is shameless enough to be looking for music while you're right there. "Johnny, I want to talk to you."

"An' ye can. Am usin' my ears for it, nae my eyes."

You stare at him for a moment, completly baffled, never having heard him backtalk you before. Then you're moving, pushing the stupid headphones away and gripping his messy mohawk, pulling on it to tilt his head back. "Well, i expect you to use both when i'm trying to have a conversation with you."

He goes to complain, to throw out another sassy retort, but your fingers tighten a bit and pull his head a little further back. It has his breath shaking and his brain seems to blue screen when you hold him like that and move to lean over him.

"Are you going to listen to me now?" He's nodding, or doing the closest he can given his situation, almost immediately. His heart is speeding in his chest, pupils dilating and eyes going glassy as whatever attitude he had melts away. "Let's see how good you do then, open your mouth."

His jaw drops immediately, breathing only getting shakier as fidgety hands move to hold onto your hips, his thighs easily moving further apart so you can stand between them. You hum lightly in approval, and gathering some spit in your mouth you lean over him.

The slick glob slips past your lips and into his mouth, a thin tendril connecting from your tongue to his. You stare into his eyes for a few seconds, although if someone had asked Johnny he'd probably would have said it lasted hours. Finally you give a light nod, giving his hair another light tug and finally concede, "swallow."

As soon as the word leaves you, he's doing it, mouth closed only long enough to get it down before he's eagerly waiting again.

"Nuh-uh, not that easy. Are you going to have a conversation with me now?" Despite the whimper of disappointment that leaves him at being denied, he nods his head, having the decency to close his mouth instead of drooling like an over-eager puppy.

You hum in approval, and his eyes flutter closed for a moment when he feels the blunt edge of your nails gingerly scratch at his scalp as a form of praise. "Use your big boy words then, what's the attitude for?"

It takes him a minute, body overheated and sluggish brain too focused on the feeling of your saliva spilling from your lips to his tongue. When you grip his hair again, giving his head a light shake, he finally gathers himself enough to answer. "Am sorry bonnie. Had a shite day, but it was nae yer fault."

That gets him another head scratch in reward, making a needy little sound leave the back of his throat. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows, glassy eyes searching over your face to see how good he's doing.

"Do you think you could tell me why your day is so bad instead of being sarcastic about it?" He's nodding before you're done speaking, and despite knowing it's a risky move, his hands are holding onto your waist and your thighs. Touching as much as he can as he pulls you closer, until your fronts are pressed together and his chin is leaning on your chest.

Despite the warning you give by wrapping your free hand around his throat, he keeps holding you that close. "Prof said i did nae pass the plagiarism test, but i would nae do tha'. Been trying tae fix tha' all day."

You make a soft sound of acknowledgment this time, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead before looking down at him like you had been until now. "Right. Here's what we're going to do. You're going to listen to me and let me take care of you so we can get all this tension out, and after that we fix the plagiarism issue. How's that sound?"

Just like before, he's agreeing long before you've even said what the plan is, giving a light squeeze to your thighs and just clinging onto any part of you he can reach.

"Mhm, good. Now open your mouth for me." A chuckle leaves you at how quick his jaw gives, baby blues begging through a haze of tears while he just waits for your next order. "Atta boy."

a/n: I have a different version in the proverbial slow cooker, however because this idea won't leave me alone, i've decided to share what it started as instead.