persimmann

fwb! soap who you’d met at your college bar when he was almost too old to be there— he’d slinked up to you, bought your drink and took you home.

fwb! soap who texts you like a frat boy when he gets home from deployment, lonely and horny— hey u up? just got home ;) you could be out with friends, celebrating a birthday, but you’d drop it all and run to his rinky dink little bachelor pad.

fwb! soap who kisses you the minute you knock on the door, teeth pulling on your bottom lip and warm breath smelling of cheap beer. you want to ask if he’s been with women while stationed, but you know better.

fwb! soap whose calloused fingers make purchase on your hips- he mutters against your mouth dirty praises of how he’d missed you, how beautiful you are— it lets you close your eyes and for you moment pretend. pretend he’s your boyfriend.

fwb! soap who is basically allergic to missionary. he fucks you hard, pelvis slamming against the meat of your ass. he presses your face into the pillow, refusing to look you in your eyes. it’s just too intimate.

fwb! soap who will lock eyes with you across the bar. you’re there with your friends, and he’s there with his. his friends don’t know about you— yours know about him. they hate him; constantly telling you how you deserved better. you didn’t want better. you wanted him.

fwb! soap who watches with clenched fists and jaw as gaz walks up to you at the bar counter and buys your drink. he’s sweet, and handsome. soap saunters up and grabs your wrist, tugging you into the bathroom with him.

fwb! soap who makes you grip the sink with white knuckles as he drills into you from behind. his hand on your jaw forces your eyes forward, glued to the reflection as he defiles you; his other hand splayed across your belly.

fwb! soap who finishes inside of you— pocketing your panties and grinning proudly. he knows you’re his. he leaves you in the bathroom, with a firm smack on your ass and his cum dripping down between your thighs.

pt 1 ⟡ pt 2 ⟡ pt 3

it was a friday night, you felt you deserved to let loose a bit. you spent all your time working. it was time to relax. so you dug your only cute dress out of the bottom of your closet, did your hair and makeup, and went out to the one and only bar close to base. and you got drunk. boy did you get drunk. you were dancing on a table to Rihanna when a hand grabbed your ankle and tugged on it. you were just about to throw hands at whatever creep had the audacity when you looked down to see- what the actual fuck. why the hell was your captain here.

once he had your attention, he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you off the table and out of the bar, into the chilly autumn air, grumbling to himself the whole way about how he should just ‘punch that asshole with the wandering eyes’ and he ‘just can’t believe…’ "Jesus, price. what the hell is wrong with you? can't a girl enjoy her weekend in peace?" you whined, more than a bit annoyed that he ruined your fun. he ignored you and shoved a water bottle into your hands. "drink. you could use some sobering up. that was clearly an unsafe situation sergeant and you shouldn’t have been-" he grunted.

“spare the lecture, captain.”

“spare me the sass and have some water.”

shoving down the instinct to continue to be petty and not drink his stupid water, you decided to take the path of least resistance and take a sip. “there. water drank. drunk.” you proclaimed.

he gave you a pointed look. you finished the whole bottle, defeated. "good girl." at that, you were certain that your face must have flushed bright red, if only because of the satisfied smirk he gave you.

a/n: i lowk feel like i left this unfinished so I might write a part two if I feel motivated but we'll see :) much love to everyone ❤︎⋆˚࿔