you’re walking around the house, the rest of the boys sitting around cleaning weapons, playing cards, doing anything to pass the time. you see Soap in the living room, sitting in a chair next to Price who’s on the couch sleeping.

“whatcha doin?” you ask him as you walk into the room.

“jus’ waitin’ for this TV to turn on, the damn thing takes forever,” he tossed the remote onto the table in front of him.

“oh, cool,” you smiled. it was quiet for a moment as you tinkered with whatever was on the cabinet across the room. walking over to him, you started your plan. “think I’m gonna go take a nap.”

you kissed him once and he smiled up at you, thumb brushing along your wrist. you kissed him again, smiling as you backed up and walked towards the room. his eyes widened, looking over at Price still asleep on the couch. getting up, he followed you to your assigned room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

you stood at the edge of your bed, back turned to him as if you weren’t expecting him. as if you hadn’t beckoned him to follow you back.

he knew whenever you kissed him twice like that, that you were already wet – you weren’t considering it anymore, you had decided at that point that you needed him as soon as he was available, and luckily for you (and him), he was available right then and there.

strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame, pressing kisses to your neck as you hummed. you turned around in his arms, chest pressed against him as you looked up. “been needing you all day.”

“yeah? how bad?”

“bad.”

it was enough for him. his hand creeped up, brushing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. he grabbed the nape of your neck, holding you still as he leaned down to kiss you. his tongue immediately invaded your mouth, taking control and almost shocking you. you were expecting him to stay in a calm mood, but the way he was pulling moans from you with just a kiss made your panties soak.

“take it off,” his voice was demanding, and your hands scrambled to your waistband to pull your shorts down. before you could though, his grip on the nape of your neck tightened and he turned you around himself, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed.

he ripped your shorts off, dragging them down your legs to your feet and you could hear his belt unbuckle. “been prancin’ around all fuckin’ day with these tiny little shorts on and now you come up to me in front of fuckin’ Price and do that?”

“he- he was asleep though,” you protested, wiggling under his hold.

he spanked you, the slap ringing across the room and you whimpered.

in one motion, he buried himself in you, cock pressing in all the way to the hilt. your moan was pornographic, but cut short by the man behind you pushing your face into the mattress.

“you just want cock so fuckin’ bad, is that it?” he set a brutal pace from the beginning, letting your head up but still pushing you down in between your shoulder blades. “keep those pretty moans down lass, wouldn’t want the whole 141 to fuckin’ hear you.”

the very idea of the rest of the team hearing you and knowing that johnny was the one making you feel this way made you clench down hard around him.

“oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groaned out from you tightening up around him. “you’d like them hearing you moan like a slut around me.”

“please johnny, please lemme cum, ‘m so close,” you pleaded with him, getting closer with each word.

he pistoned harder into you, hand grabbing a fistful of your shirt as he pushed you down more. “maybe I should call them in here and they can watch you, watch you come apart on my cock. watch you take me like the slut you are. then they’ll know that you’re mine.”

the idea of the entire 141 squad watching you be claimed by johnny sent you over the edge, your moan faltering into a high pitched whine as your vision went black, the strong orgasm washing over you. the way you squeezed around his cock was enough for him, thrusting in a few more times before he pushed deep into you, his cum shooting into you in spurts. both of his hands gripped your hips with enough force that you knew there would be marks.

you basically melted into the bed after you came down, the post-orgasm haze clouding your mind for a few minutes. you could feel johnny make patterns on your skin, running his hands over your ass and along your waist to soothe the both of you. pulling out slowly, he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.

“stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said quietly, leaving the room. when he returned, he had a warm cloth in his hand, gently cleaning you and him up.

“that was nice. you’re nice,” you mumbled to him, small smile on your face.

“you deserve it, lovey,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, repositioning you on the bed and pulling the covers over you. “now go take that nap you were planning on.”

you can’t tell me this man’s main love language isn’t physical touch, you just can’t.

at first he used to ask you how everything was – it was awkward in the very beginning, but he meant it. asking if you liked it, if he made you feel good, if there was anything that you didn’t like about that time. you always reassured him that you loved it, everything was fine, great even, and he always reassured you of the same. you thought it was sweet, the small smile he’d get after when you were both cleaned up, like he was proud and happy that he did a good job.

after you’ve been together for a while, he knows your body almost better than you do. soap loves to just hold you. as soon as you’re both spent, he’s pulling you into his embrace, wrapping a strong arm around you as you curl into him, head on his chest. his thumb is stroking any expanse of skin he can touch, and you’re doing the same to his stomach. both of you are the most physical people, and it shows in the minutes – hours – after sex.

after long or hard sessions though, when you’re reduced to what feels like a puddle, brain hazy and tears lining your lashes because everything is so overwhelming, he gets protective. he provides. all of your emotions are at the forefront from all the endorphins swimming around in your head, you’re aching in between your thighs, and you just feel tired. you just need him. as soon as you’re both done, your last orgasm subsides and all you can do is look up at him with those doe eyes, brows furrowed, and a quiet “johnny” slips past your lips, and you just need him.

the reassurance starts there, he cradles your face in his large hand and presses kisses to your forehead, cheeks, your lips. “you did such a good job for me, my love. you did so well.”