Simon Finally Back Home After Being Away For Nearly A Month. His Body Is Sore, Aching With Each Movement

simon finally back home after being away for nearly a month. his body is sore, aching with each movement as he unloads his duffle bag. it's silent throughout the house, his throbbing headache thankfully easing up now that he's home.

the shower in your attached bathroom turns on, your signal to simon that you're ready for him to join you. he takes off his hoodie, throwing it on the bed before walking to the door. he pushes it open, revealing your clothes on the floor and you leaning against the counter naked. a pair of tweezers plucks at the space between your brows. "that was irritating me," you say as he observes you.

he huffs in amusement, shaking his head while he starts to undress. simon watches as you walk into the shower, hips swaying beautifully. your subtle sexiness drives him insane, never able to comprehend just how attracted he is to you.

cold hands wrap around your waist as he joins you, his bare body flush against yours. his lips on your neck send shivers down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. "feels s'good to be home," simon mumbles on your skin, his huge hands softly rubbing your tummy.

"missed you a lot," you sigh, melting into his touch. "i don't want you to leave again."

his hands move along you, massaging your chest as he covers you in his kisses. he loves the way you twitch and gasp when he pinches your nipples, knees buckling at the sudden sensation.

"wanna wash you, dove," simon says, one hand reaching for the bottle of soap on the shelf next to you.

he switches places with you, the hot water quickly easing the tense muscles in his shoulders as it pounds against his back. lathering it onto a fresh cloth, he starts to wash your back, foamy soap covering your skin.

"are you actually going to wash me or just tease me?"

"maybe both. we have time."

"the water will get cold."

"i'll keep you warm, just relax," he chuckles, "no rush."

simon takes his time washing every part of your body. he builds you up until your legs are trembling, a silent beg for him to stop teasing you. but he takes such good care of you the entire night, fully satisfied and clinging to his side in bed until you drift off to sleep.

sometimes i want someone to put a collar on me. not for anything sexual but just bc they want and love me so much that they feel like they need to own me. they want to show me off bc i’m sweet and gentle and nice and loving to them. and maybe i give them a collar too. something that matches mine so we know that we kind of own each other not in a weird way but just like we are committed. i’m very much loving pup4pup stuff and i just love the idea of us being all stupid and puppy boys together ugh.

i have 99 problems and i think bouncing on soap’s stupidly thick cock would solve at least a dozen of them ♡

Thin Walls

Pairing: Roommate!Soap x Fem!Reader

Summary: Johnny can hear you using your vibrator through the thin walls of your apartment. He ignores the issue for weeks until he hears you moan out his name one night.

Warnings: smut (duh), masturbation mentions, unprotected p in v sex, voyeurism (Johnny listens to reader without her knowing), boundary crossing (Johnny enters reader's room without her consent and ignores her request to use a condom), Johnny generally being a perv, squirting, and creampie (reader receiving)

Word count: 1171

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - NSFW BELOW THE CUT !!

Roommate!Johnny doesn’t ever bring it up because he doesn’t want to embarrass you, but truth of the matter is he can easily hear your vibrator every time you power it on. The walls in your two-bedroom apartment are as thin as tissue paper, doing very little to prevent noise traveling from your room into his. Late at night, he can hear the soft buzzing of the toy along with your sweet sighs and whimpers as you work yourself towards an orgasm. God only knows what he would give to be the one relieving that ache in between your thighs instead of that stupid piece of plastic. All Johnny can do is press his ear against your shared wall and fuck his fist with his eyes screwed shut so he can picture what your pretty face would look like all fucked out underneath him. 

The poor man says nothing about the noises for weeks. Johnny so desperately wants to offer to fuck you, to lay you back and make you cum over and over again with his mouth and cock. But he would sooner die than risk making you uncomfortable with that type of proposition. So he doesn’t say a word until one night when you make it impossible for him to resist you any longer. 

That night as you slide the little pink vibrator through your folds, you can’t keep Johnny out of your fantasies. Mental images of his broad, muscular frame toned from years of SAS training creep into your mind. The memories of him post shower, towel low on his waist and water clinging to his hairy chest and stomach, play on repeat. When you shut your eyes, you think about the times you’ve seen Johnny in his boxers, his prominent bulge always making you wonder exactly how large his cock is. 

“Nngh… Johnny,” you find yourself moaning out as you press the vibrator to your clit. Your roommate’s ears perk up from the other side of the wall and he wonders if he’s dreaming. Surely his hearing is just playing a cruel trick on him. 

“Yes! Just like that, Johnny!” Your moans confirm that this is in fact reality. Johnny races to your bedroom door and throws it open without warning. You gasp and quickly try to cover yourself with a blanket when you see your roommate standing in the doorway. 

“Jesus Christ, Johnny! You can’t just-“ your sentence dies on your lips as Johnny enters your room and and crawls on top of you, his strong arms caging you in on either side. 

“I heard ye just now, hen. The way ye moaned out my name. I know ye want me, the same way I’ve wanted you for months,” Johnny’s pupils are wide, his breathing heavy as his lips move closer to yours. You hesitate for a moment before lifting your head to close the gap.  

The kiss quickly becomes lustful as Johnny slides his tongue into your mouth. He’s so clearly pent up, obvious by the way he ruts his erection against you. You whine into Johnny’s lips as the clothed bulge repeatedly grinds against your clit, your wetness leaving a noticeable wet spot on his boxers. 

“Johnny please,“ you pant out breathlessly between kisses.

“Please what? Tell me what ye need, hen.”

“Please fuck me.” That’s the final signal Johnny needs to spur him on. Within seconds, his boxers are gone and he’s pushing your knees back against your shoulders, giving him full access to your pussy. His cock slides through your slick folds and soft moans fall from your lips as his tip rubs against your clit. 

“Oh God,” you whisper when you feel him press against your entrance. “Wait, ‘s not safe. You should use a condom.”

“Relax, hen,” Johnny chuckles as he kisses the corner of your lips. “We’ll get ye a Plan B tomorrow morning, aye?” 

You have no time to protest before Johnny sinks his veiny cock into your cunt, a nearly pornographic moan leaves your lips as his thick shaft stretches you open. 

“Fuck me,” Johnny growls out at the sensation of your wet walls around him. “Ye feel even better than I imagined.” 

His thrusts are rough and rhythmic, groans escaping from his throat every time he pushes into you. Johnny only slows down to reposition himself slightly, angling his dick to perfectly reach that gummy spot inside of you. He knows he’s done well when your moans get even louder. 

“Ye sound so bonnie getting fucked by me, lass. Tell me, tell me I’m better than that little toy.” 

“Johnny! Ah ahhh! You feel so good! So much better than my toy… So much better than-“ your voice quickly fades, unsure if you should continue. 

“C’mon let me hear ye, hen,” Johnny grunts in your ear before nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“Nngh! So much better than anyone I’ve ever had!” Your exclamation spurs Johnny on even further and his thrusts speed up. Now filled with the confidence boost that he’s fucking you better than any of your previous partners. 

“Wait! Stop, I’m- I’m gonna pee!” you cry out as an unfamiliar sensation fills your low abdomen. Johnny knows what you’re about to experience and ignores your whines, instead thrusting right up against that spongy spot to push you over the edge. You moan as you squirt for the first time ever. Your fluids soak the thick bush of black hair at the base of Johnny’s cock and the bedsheets underneath you. 

Within seconds, Johnny’s thrusts lose their rhythm and he reaches his climax, sent over the edge by your tight walls convulsing around his shaft. He lets out a string of grunts as his cum floods your pussy. Johnny’s burly body collapses on top of you and he rests his face in the crook of your neck, both of you trying to catch your breath after the intensity of your orgasms. 

“Ye dinnae ken how long I’ve wanted this, lass,” Johnny whispers after his breathing returns to normal. 

“I’ve wanted this for a while now too. Was just… too afraid to make things awkward between us.” Your cheeks begin to feel warm as you admit your true feelings to your roommate. Johnny’s strong hand reaches up to gently caresses your jawline. 

“Well, now we ken how we feel. Dinnae need to dance around the subject any more,” he smiles warmly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“We need some place dry to sleep,” you giggle softly. 

“Come sleep in my room,” Johnny insists as he sits up and extends his hand. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up and get ye to bed, hen.” 

After a hot shower with him, you collapse into Johnny’s bed. His burly arms wrap around your waist as he curls himself up behind you. You drift off to sleep with a faint smile on your face, knowing that when the lease is up on this place you and Johnny will be looking for a one bedroom apartment.

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Possibly with Gaz?🧎

ask n u shall receive!!!!

assuming you meant my other au where the 141 **are** also stags, so pls correct me if im wrong and i will gladly redo 🙏🤲🩷💞

gaz adores the way you walk alongside him so innocently, soft footsteps hitting along the ground—clinging to his arm! he’s so big and athletic compared to you: he told you he had to protect you! and who are you to deny him that?

loves teasing you!! listening to your little squeaks and scrunch of your nose, inhaling softly as he made some dirty comments—squishing your hip afterwards!

‘pretty lil’ doe, aren’t you?’

‘stay close to me, can’t let you get lost.’

hates when the guys come around you!! smirking and touching you in a much too friendly manner for kyles liking, soaps hand rested on your waist as he babbled to you about his day :(( sends him wild!!

definitely makes you watch him and johnny rut, bashing antlers echoing throughout the training room, fists flying afterwards :(( assured you it was just a spar—but how could you believe that when kyle was practically knocking up his bestfriend?

very rarely wins, soap is a mammoth—and ruthless, but you tend to him afterwards, so it’s okay!

you’re so sweet to him, always bringing him sweet little trinkets and buns, flowers and other bits and bobs you had found! like a little crow, tail gently buzzing side to side as he pat your head and calling you petnames!!

‘what is it, babe?’

‘it’s a cool rock! it looks like a marble, n’ then there’s a flower too—‘

‘you’re very considerate, arentcha’?’

loves when ur sleepy, placing your head on his shoulder in a daze; ears gently sinking flag against your hand, his hand intertwined with yours; kissing your forehead dotingly :(( cooing you into a haze!!

makes you watch him workout, be his spotter—be his waterwoman, everything! handing him the damp rag in your hand to wipe the sweat off his own forehead, brows furrowed as he ithced the back of his head, frizzy hair brushing against his fingers!!

‘don’t hurt yourself, kyle.’

‘promise i won’t, but if i do—you’ll look after me, wontcha’?’

‘always!’

offers to help you with your heat constantly, it’s what nature intended, right?