Simon looks down at you, his eye narrowing at your completely straight face. "Wot?"

"Like, most men aren't really satisfied with their height. Do you wish you were, like, actually tall?" Your lips quirk slightly, betraying your joke to him no matter how hard you tried.

"Go find something to do before I choose for you." He orders dismissively, watching you scurry away down the hall. Sargeants these days have a lot or nerve. He always knew you were a little cheeky, but this was new.

"Hey Johnny, what would you change about yourself if you could? You know, besides the obvious?" Johnny almost answered you when his jaw snaps shut with a click of his teeth.

"Besides the obvious? Excuse me!?" He gives you a shove in the side when you double over laughing. He was no stranger to rage bait, he just wasn't used to someone giving it back to him.

"Oh, come on, you have to know you're a few inches smaller than Kyle." You tease while making a pinching motion with your fingers. Johnny tucked that away for later, knowing just how much he could make you scream. Your reign of terror never seemed to end; just little comments dropped here and there.

"Do you wish that you were athletic?" You asked Kyle after beating his PR during training.

"Do you wish you were still in your sexual prime?" You had interrogated Price over drinks, much to Nikolais amusement.

"You think I'm not still in it?" Price asks as he leans over the bar table, getting closer to your face. You flush immediately, mouth opening to maybe continue your joke when John presses his whisky glass to your lips. "Shh, shh, shh. Drink up." He insists, forcing the burning liquid into your mouth and down your throat.

"Such a mouthy little brat lately." Simon grumbles as he gently holds your head in place. "Just begging for some attention, huh? Have we been neglecting you?"

It doesn't take long for the boys to toss down their money, making their way out of the bar and back to base with you stuck between them.

"Take it, come on, you can take it just fine." Johnny chuckles as he presses you down into the bed. The other boys had the pleasure of watching your eyes cross, mouth dangling open as you cry out from each thrust. "Kyle just took you, so you should barely feel it, right? Since he's so much bigger?"

Oh, shit... he was still bitter about that?

"Slo - Johnny! Slow do -own!" You sob as he slams into your sweet spot over and over again. John could see you pleading for him to help. Begging dear old dad to rescue you from the absolute pounding you were receiving.

"I can't help you, sweetheart. I'm not in my sexual prime anymore. I'm sure you won't be satisfied with me." He shrugs, thanking Nikolai with a simple nod when he pours him another drink.

"Poor thing is fucked out of their mind." Simon chuckles when Johnny finally lets up, rubbing your lower back soothingly as he takes a moment to talk to you.

"How you feeling, Bonnie? Hmm? Need a break?" He whispers as he brushes hair away from your face, easing you onto your side.

"Water, Johnny..." You couldn't help but whine, snuggling into his chest when he carefully gathered you into his lap.

"Alright, alright... I've got you." He coos as he carefully helps you drink half a bottle of water. "Take is easy on em, would you, lad?" He teases as Simon stands to take you when he sees your ready.

"That anyway to talk to your uncle?" Simon grunts as he gives Johnny a slight corrective slap. "Just cause the little ones in trouble doesn't mean you can't be, too." He warns as he takes you into his arms. You shiver nervously when he pins you up against the wall, legs dangling in the air as the wrapped around his hips.