reader who isn’t the fastest, the strongest, or the best with a gun, but who’s known for being the smartest of the group.
and john soap mactavish who has reader of their back, deliberately thrusting into that spongy spot that had you cumming and squirting repeatedly throughout the night till a numbing haze completely takes over your head.
“goin’ dumb fa me, bon?”
he smiles when you don’t even have it in you to disagree. normally, you’d always had a witty remark ready for him but perhaps your jaw was too sore or your brain was just pure mush (or maybe both).
he taps your cheek twice, then three time more, urging you to open your eyes. “your eyes, I need them on me.”
you mewl as you can barely make out the fuzzy outline of his body standing tall over you. but perhaps you’re doing something right since he seems to chuckle with amusement.
he leans over you, pressing your legs towards your shoulders as his forearms find home on either side of your head. you groan deeply as you feel him slot himself even deeper inside you. who knew it was even possible?
his voice comes out low and gruff as he caresses your head. “that’s it, babygirl. don need that pretty brain of yours.”
