Kura

He’s the actual worst person in the world to get into a fwb situation with… contrary to popular belief I don't think this man can have casual sex

The first time you guys hooked up you were both pretty hammered, to your defense. He manhandled you to the bathroom while his mouth assaulted yours, and fucked you so hard in the bathroom nearly everyone was staring at you two when you left.

You didn't really talk to him for a while after that.... until he texted you "ye up? 😗" at God knows what hour. Truly a shameless man.

And yes, you answered, because he has the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen, and he kissed you like he was trying to meld your souls together and fucked you stupid in a grimy pub bathroom but it still somehow felt romantic.

Things were going pretty smooth for the first couple of weeks, surprisingly. You had an agreement. You were using each other for sex, it was simple. He was just someone you could go to that would help you relieve your stress or frustration. Definitely didn't fill some deep void inside of you that craves romance. Absolutely not, you told yourself. Not with him.

Soap didn't give a shit

He always said or did something that silently crossed the line that you’ve mutually agreed on. Pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, forcing you to meet his hungry eyes as you come.

Staying on top of you a little too long after he finishes, until the panting that fills the room settles down into slow, tired breaths.

Whispering gentle things that no one else will hear into your ear instead of the dirty talk you were promised. You think you might’ve even heard him croak out an “I love you” once when he came.

Begging you to stay the night, insisting that he sleeps better when you're here, close to him. Holding you flush to his chest, softly running his fingers through your hair while you drift off to sleep listening to the gentle rhythm of his heart.

He's even started to make you breakfast now. Walking into the bedroom in the morning, only in sweats that lay low on his hips, carrying a cup of coffee. Handing you the coffee, he leans into you and kisses your forehead.

"I made eggs. Not sure if ye like scrambled, but that's what I went with."

Thank you 😭! That was my first ever fic, I’m glad so many people liked it

His accent naturally gets thicker when he drinks, so when he grabbed you by the shoulder one night after the pub, leaning into your ear, voice low and telling you to stay and play poker with the lads, he didn't think anything of it. You thought he wouldn't notice, silly you. Of course he noticed the way your thighs slightly clenched, the way your eyes were suddenly looking at anything but him, and the way your voice slightly cracked when you fed him some bullshit excuse as to why you couldn't stay.

At first he thought he was being too touchy and made you uncomfortable, as there had been times in his life where he had accidentally overstepped physical boundaries with his friends. The mere thought of making his dear friend uncomfortable made him feel horrible. To fuel his worries, you had been ignoring him on base all week, never making small talk or smiling at him like you used to when you saw him in the halls, leaving the dining hall when he came in, and sitting away from during briefings.

Johnny was straight up sick to his stomach at this point.... that was until he heard you ranting to your friend when he walked past your office.

"I literally can't even be in the same room as him! I feel like I'm going crazy!"

"Just tell him! I've heard he's a freak, I'm sure he would be delighted to know how much you fancy his voice."

"Please, I do not fancy his voice like that."

"..."

"I don't! I mean, what am I even supposed to say to him? Hey Johnny, I know you're my good friend and all, but I have a thing for your voice, specifically, your accent! Y'know, like I fantasize of you talking me through it every time I hear you speak, and made myself cum on my fingers last night thinking of you whispering filth in my ear as you fucked me!"

"Exactly. Say that"

She turned around and opened the door, suddenly face to face with a very shocked Johnny who was doing an awful job of trying to cover the growing bulge in his pants. She grinned wildly and scurried off, making sure to keep the door open.

You think that maybe if you stared at your desk long enough, he would go away and forget everything you said. Unfortunately for you, the bulge in Johnny's pants wont stop growing. His loud footsteps fill the room as he makes his way towards your desk like a starving predator seeking his prey. His hands held his weight on the table as he leaned forward until his nose barely brushed against yours.

"Did ye say ye made herself cum on your fingers last night? Thinking of me?" His voice was low and mocking, and you could hear the shit eating grin he was sporting.

One of his big hands reaches up to grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his wild eyes. His fingers can feel your pounding heart, he grips tighter and hears your breath hitch.

"Ye like my voice, lass?"

You feel yourself nod before even fully registering what he said.

He leans into your ear now, fully pinning you to your seat. The smell of his cologne and natural musk fills your nose, and you feel like you might pass out from the amount of blood rushing to your core.