Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Johnny had noticed how easily flustered you got when he praised you, how you would squirm and turn a different shade of pink or red whenever you heard his affections. It made his heart swell with pride, and eventually he wanted to see how sweet you would react if he used it in the bedroom.

The sunshine dipped in through the open window, washing the room in a warm light that danced along both of your bodies. You were lying underneath Johnny, arms tied to the bedpost with a gorgeous red lace around your wrists above your head.

"That's my good boy." He praised, relishing in the whines and moans coming from his lover below him, his body pressed against your own and his hands gripping your hips, dragging you back into every one of his thrusts.

"Such a sweet boy for me." Johnny's fingers tightened in your hair, pulling it slightly as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"Gonna look so pretty covered in my cum, aren't you?" He teased, a hint of a smile in his voice. His hands were firm on your hips, kissing and nipping at your neck as he fucked into you. Your whimpers filling his ears with every sharp thrust into you, his own groans following suit.