thinking about how man of honour!johnny "soap" mactavish would go out of his way to being maid of honour!reader's only helping hand during wedding preparations. he's always a handy guy, always so kind and keeping his hands and shoulders open in case anyone needs him.
your bestest friend, your platonic soulmate, your twin flame, is getting married to none other than kyle "gaz" garrick. while the almost-newlyweds are stressing over the incoming ceremonies, you are stressing over them stressing out—so you're doing your best to alleviate the pain.
of course, johnny helps out when he sees you looking far more stressed than the to-be-wed. you can't blame him for flirting with you when you pick up the rings and the dress, you're just so stunning in his eyes even with the wild hair and the "if you get in my way, i'll slit your throat" eyes. he's so patient with your little quirks when you're stressed. he'd buy you extras of your favourite food, dole out praises, and the occasional compliment on your appearance when you've lowered your guard. oh, and he makes sure you save money on patrol so he's driving you around with a smile and his hand on your knee, letting you control the music as you wish. you're just so stressed helping out your best friends getting married; he just wants to help you out.
even though the wedding's a success and everyone is having a good time, you're clutching onto your champagne flute like a lifeline. you're trying to make sure everyone is enjoying themselves and nobody is stepping in to ruin that for your best friend and their spouse.
so really, forgive johnny for pulling you away to a quiet corner in the back of the church to help you relax. forgive him for whispering sweet praises in your ear and making that annoying scottish accent of his sound soothing. forgive him for pinning you up against the wall with one leg over his shoulder, your fingers tugging into his soft, ridiculous mohawk. forgive him for sealing your saccharine moans with hot kisses while he shoves his cock into your pliant, dripping hole, rocking into you over and over until you're singing so sweetly for him.
"lemme take care o' you, bonnie," he'd groan into your ear. "f'give me father, jus' can't resist a pretty li'l thing like ya. too busy takin' care o' other people. lemme take care o' you, yeah?"
he'll just hope you forgive him for making you cum over and over on his cock until your legs are shaking, stained glass above your heads painting a kaleidoscope of colours on your beautiful body. he loves helping people out, especially when a cute little thing like you need his hands to loosen you up and his shoulders to support your legs when you're about to give out underneath him.
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