I need hooker!Soap but with a shy college student who needs help with her physics assignment. She can't go to her professor (he's a dick), and she doesn't really have friends and doesn't wanna seem like an idiot for needing help.
She somehow hears about Soap and hears how he used to be a sniper and demolition expert. That means he knows math and physics, right? There's a confidentiality rule, right? She buys one hour, and when he walks in, he thinks it's just the usual. But she's got her too heavy backpack with some books and worksheets. Okay, so she has a schoolgirl fantasy, easy enough. Except she starts rambling about how she needs help, and her assignment is due soon, and she's stuck. Okay, so she's deep in the fantasy, alright.
She explains she doesn't want sex. She just actually needs help. She knows he knows this shit, and she has no one else to go to. He's slightly baffled, considering most people just get straight into jumping his bones. But no. It's just a shy little thing that needs an A on her physics assignment.
Well, she already paid for the hour, and she's so pretty all flustered like that, who is he to turn her away? Show him the page, hen.
Never did you think you would be doing this. God, how desperate were you? Freshman year in University with an Astrophysics major, and you couldn't bring yourself to ask for help on your homework. So, what did you do? Turn to a hooker for help.
You heard of Soap from a friend (her so called best night of her life) and she mentioned how he was military, blows stuff up and shoots shit. Okay so demolitions and sniper? That's physics, right? Close enough, you'll take it. Now, you had no intention of sleeping with him, no. You just needed schoolwork done.
At least it started that way. One study session with him turned into two. Then three. Then you had a test coming up, and it was worth 20% of your grade. He was your go to, your very expensive tutor. Once he noticed that this was just a study session dynamic, he stopped charging you for the sessions. You were sweet, you were funny, and he enjoyed being around you. A strange friendship bloomed.
The day the dynamic between you two shifted was the day after you took your test. Soap had made plans with you to meet at a coffee shop that day, pass or fail. You had scored a 93% and couldn't wait to tell him. Walking through the shop door, you were met with the sight of Soap sitting at a table in the corner. He flashed you a smile, quickly looking you up and down, then to the counter in an attempt to hide it. Why did you have to be so pretty if he couldn't have you?
You walked to the table, sitting in front of him with the test in your hand. He sips his black coffee, and gestures to the paper.
"What'd ye get?" he asks, slightly impatient, "Ye have to h've gotten a pass"
You smile at him and slide him the test, "I did"
He looks at it and breaks out into a wide grin, "And ye thought ye couldn't do it. Guess a hooker isn't such a bad tutor, huh, bonnie?"
You blush and shake your head slightly, "Your military experience is what's making you"
He barks out a laugh, raising his hands in fake surrender, "Never said it wasnae"
Fifteen more minutes pass in friendly banter, simply enjoying your time together. You weren't blind, he was nice to look at. But that's just objective attraction, right? And of course it didn't help he was smart. And funny. But it wasn't a crime to find him attractive, even if you couldn't have him. He'd only want sex, right? There's a very small chance he'd want you outside of the bedroom.
Walking out the door, him by your side, he offers to walk you back to the university. It was getting dark earlier, so it was for your safety, as he would say. Nothing more, right? The walk back was quiet, yet comfortable. Conversation wasn't forced. Stopping in front of the building, you place your hand on his forearm.
"I really appreciate your help. Without you, I would've probably failed and would have had to spend the rest of the semester make the grade up" you smile lightly.
His eyes glance down at your hand, and he smiles, "It's nae issue really, good for the ole noggin' to keep the wheels turnin"
You chuckle, "I think I'll be okay now, as sad as it is that we won't study together anymore", You smile sadly. You remove your hand from his forearm and bring it down to your side.
His eyes follow your hand, and he looks back up to your eyes, "Y'know, we don't have teh hang out strictly for studying", he says, gently grabbing your hand.
Your heart speeds up, palms warming up, "what would uh, we do?", you ask softly.
"I could take ye to the movies, or a museum if you'd like? Like a-"
"Date?", you ask hopefully, heart pounding.
"Yes", he says with certainty.
You break out a smile, "I'd like that", you almost whisper.
It's quiet for a moment when you whisper, "I should head inside, gotta get sleep for class tomorrow"
He nods and lifts your hand to his mouth, "I'll text you", he says softly and then kisses it.
Butterflies rip through your stomach before you force yourself to walk away. He waits outside until you close the building door, then walks home, the warmth of your hand burning into his memory.
It isn't until you're in your bed, your fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, with the still fresh memory of the way his lips felt on your skin, that he texts you.
Author's note: Last chapter was angst so let's make it better 😭I recommend listening to Losin' Control by Russ. Gets a bit steamy in this one but not smut. This part is a bit longer than the other ones.
Four hours. Four hours spent watching YouTube, not paying attention to a single thing going on in the video. Four hours thinking of anything but the fact that he's balls deep in some woman that isn't you. Four hours trying to swallow the boulder sized lump in your throat. Four hours waiting for his text.
What were you supposed to do? Ignore the smell of her on him? Take his praise as if you weren't the only one to hear it that night? How could you compete?
It wasn't until 8pm that you heard from him.
Glasgow Marriott Hotel, room 38, in an hour
And just like that, like a fisherman to a siren call, you got ready. Peeling yourself off of your bed, walking into the bathroom, and stripping your clothes off. The water runs scorching in the shower, steam filling the room. You scrub every inch of you, using your matching bodywash and body scrub, and try to make yourself as desirable as possible. No one wants a girl who's plain.
After you do everything you need to in the shower, you dry off and stand in front of your closet trying to figure out what to wear.
Too flashy
Too boring
Too try hard
You eventually pick a cute dress that doesn't cover up like a saint but doesn't show too much cleavage. Desirable but not something a slut would wear. God, you're trying too much. A little clothing won't make him want you more than his job, but maybe he'll want you enough to keep you around.
This is just for homework, at least that's what you tell yourself. Just homework.
He all but shoved Bianca out of the room, not wanting to see her longer than he had too. He had already rented another room before she left and made his way to room 38. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, doing what he could to get her god-awful perfume off of his skin. The hot water almost burned off the fingerprints she left behind, yet not entirely. He felt dirty. Head hanging with water cascading down his forehead, he exhaled.
He could leave. He could put up with shitty food, no Netflix, and cheap shampoo. His bills are what held him back. With you in the picture, he wanted to be able to afford dates and surprises. He knows what he wants and it's you.
You hold a place in him that he hadn't expected and wasn't sure he deserved. He'll never be able to explain to others how you first met, or what he does for a living. He won't even be able to explain to Price how he manages to afford the things he has.
What a shitty hand to be dealt.
Luckily, he's stubborn. He brought an extra pair of clothes, one without her lipstick stains on it. Yanking on the dark green jumper and trousers, he quickly leaves to go get drinks from the cafe down the street, like usual. He makes it back in time to get everything set up before you get there.
It's just for homework. You managed to convince yourself for the better part of the evening, but standing in front of the room door, the statement isn't so convincing. Was it even a good idea to come? Would this only hurt you?
Knock knock
Silence
Knock knock knock
Foot steps
The door jiggles open and you're greeted with a smile that almost makes you forget you aren't the only one to receive it. Almost.
"Hi hen"
"Hi", you say quietly.
He stares at you a little longer before pulling you inside. Your eyes land on the drinks and a small smile escapes your blank expression.
"Old habits die hard, hm?", you tease.
"Who would I be to not get my bird her drink?", he replies so smoothly you almost miss what he says.
My bird
Mine
Your chest tightens, the words reminding you that you're his but he isn't yours.
"Yours?", you ask, turning to him.
Shit
"I uh", he clears his throat, "so what homework do ye have?"
"Oh, right", you grab your backpack and search in it for your assignments, but they aren't there.
Fuck, how could you have forgotten them? All you payed attention to was how you looked, not remembering to grab them off your desk.
"Shit, I'm sorry, I forgot them at my dorm", you grimace, turning to walk towards the door, "We can just see eachother some other day"
He grabs your wrist and pulls you back, personal space no longer between you two.
"We could watch a movie if you'd like? Already here 'n all", He smiles, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist.
You freeze. This is a bad idea. You take a deep breath in and- fuck. Is that Bianca's perfume? You can't do this, you need to just get out of there, but you can't move. It's like you're glued to the ground you're on and his hand is burning you.
"I can still smell her", you say in an almost whisper, lip slightly quivering.
God, don't cry. Don't fucking cry.
Fuck that woman for having such obnoxious scent choices. It's fitting. He doesn't say anything, his hand dropping. His face is blank and as much as it hurts, you take that as your cue to leave. You get to the door before his brain stops lagging and he grabs you again.
"Soap please, just let me leave. This was a mista-", you plead before he cuts you off.
"I don't like doin' it", he blurts.
"What?", you look at him, baffled.
He pauses.
"Makes me feel cheap, like it's all I'm good for. I only do it as a necessity, I promise"
oh.
"Why?", you ask, not understanding.
He gently pulls you to the bed and sits you down, taking a seat beside you.
He takes a deep breath in, "I'm on disability because of the military. The pay's shit, so in order to pay my bills, I do this. I can't have a documented job, or the 'benefits' go away", he explains, grabbing your hand again before kissing it softly.
"I know I made an unspoken commitment to ye but if I stop, I won't be able to afford what I need to. It's not like I enjoy it. Sure, in the beginning it was okay, but my ma raised me differently and now that you're in my life, I cannae even get it up. Had to pop a pill in order to even go on with the lass earlier", he rambles, "And I ken ye don't like what I do but if I had another option, I promise I wouldn't even look at another woman. It's hard to go through with it knowing it's not ye I'm touching. Had to put her face in the pillow so I could imagine it was-"
You push forward and kiss him before you even register you did. Barely leaving a second to spare, he cups the back of your head and pulls you in. His lips mold over yours, effectively stealing your breath. He gently pushes you down onto the bed, hand moving from your head to your waist, the other arm supporting him. A quiet moan escapes you when he gently bites your lip. One of your hands holds the back of his head like a lifeline, carding over the short hair there.
You're the first one to pull away, lungs burning for air.
"Hen-"
You push him back up, putting space between the two of you. He moves the headboard and pulls you onto his lap, softly gripping your throat and pulling your lips to his again. Your hands reach up to his chest, resting against the muscle beneath. Your hips push down on his in attempt to get more comfortable and a groan escapes him. You smile into the kiss and do it again, wanting to hear that again. Your lips move down to his neck and you gently suck his pulse point, light enough to not leave a mark.
"h-hen, gotta stop", he moans, trying to softly lift your head from the space between his head and shoulder.
You pull closer, the hardening in his pants motivating you further.
He pulls you back completely and gently grips your faces, panting, "can't do that just yet, gotta take ye out on a nice date first. Let me, please?", he pleads, despite his pupils being blown out and lips blushing.
"Soap-"
"John. My name's John, hen"
"Johnny-"
His cock twitches at the nickname and his grip on your waist tightens, "Please, just let me take ye out. Somewhere nice. Want you so bad, hen. Promise I'll make it work"
"Do you promise it's only me you really want?" you ask quietly.
He huffs out a laugh, his head hitting the headboard before bringing his head back level with yours, "Need pills to get it done with them, and ye managed to get me hard like a virgin from just a little bit of kissing. If I want anyone, it's ye"
A small smile breaks out on your face as you take in his words.
"I'll take less clients, make 'em more expensive, do less. Just let me be yours, hen", he says softly, "please?'
You nod, thumb stroking his throat, before kissing him again, "Yeah, okay"
Author's note: Hate to do this to you guys but it's angst time :P Sorry this was late as hell, my mom had surgery and I've been taking care of her. I recommend listening to Taste by Sabrina Carpenter while reading this
It's Thursday, a few days after you and Soap had set up a date for the following Saturday, but it feels like 2 months later. The days drag by with no clear end in sight. Soap had barely texted you since that night, yet neither have you. The nerves twisting your stomach left no room for attention towards your classes. You'd completely spaced out during your math class, and your physics class, and the rest of them, but who's keeping track?
By Thursday, you were already ridiculously far behind in your physics class. Your teacher would never give an extension, unless you were literally in a hospital, and you needed to get them done asap. Where did that take you? Back to your personal tutor.
Flopping onto your bed in your dorm, you whipped out your phone, a small smile on your face at the excuse to meet with Soap.
Heyyy
It doesn't even take a minute before he responds
Hey hen
What're you up to?
Nothing at the moment, why?
Any way we could meet up later? I'm behind on my assignments and could use your help😓
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Nerves set in. Did you say something wrong? No, what's wrong with wanting to see him again? Him helping with your homework was how this all started, why stop? He even asked you out-
Oh shit. You finished his sentence for him, maybe you read into it wrong? Maybe he wanted to just hang out as friends, and you assumed it was a date. OUT. LOUD. Fuck, and he went along with it to not make it awkward, didn't he? No, just trust for once.
It's another 30 minutes before you give in and decide to text him again.
If not it's okay, just could use your help, if you aren't busy :)
Sent 2 mins ago
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Typing...
I'm meeting with a client in a bit, but we can get a hotel after if you want
Your stomach drops to the bottom of your feet.
Oh.
Right.
Why would you forget about that? Of course he was still going to do his job, you weren't special enough to make him stop, even if he saw you as more than a friend. You signed up for this, so swallow the lump in your throat and don't cry.
Oh right, haha. Yeah we can do that :)
You played it off, right? You can do this. You can see him, hug him, while he still smells like another woman. Could you kiss him, knowing he had another woman on his mouth? God, should you do this?
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It's not like you're dating. Were you? You had one set up, but it hadn't happened yet. Were you jumping ahead of yourself? What did you actually feel for him? When he tutored you, you couldn't help the lingering looks you'd give him when he turned to grab something, or how your skin would heat up when he'd squeeze your shoulder and tell you how good you're doing.
God knows how many times you had touched yourself to the thought of him kissing down your body.
Was it worth it? He's so gentle with you, your mind and body reacting to him in a way no one else had managed to make you, but he would never fully be yours. He'd realize eventually there was no true reason for you to be around, and that he could get everything he wanted from the women who pay him, right?
On his end, he was dreading the coming evening. Bianca had payed double than last time, and he needed to pay for a leak in the piping of his sink. Not left with much choice, he accepted. God, he did not want to do this. Taking clients began to feel empty once he got to know you. You payed attention to him, and not just his dick. All he wanted to do right now was hold you and watch a movie, despite not knowing what that felt like with you.
It wasn't something he entirely enjoyed, being a hooker. After a while, his dick became desensitized, and he found it a little harder to be in the moment. Yet, unless he wanted to be eating ramen and tatties for every meal, he didn't really have another option. If he had a documented job, he'd lose his disability check.
So here he was, at a hotel, waiting for her. He dressed in black slacks with a white dress shirt, the first few buttons loose. He had popped a viagra, already knowing that it was gonna be near impossible to get hard with her behavior. When she opened the door with a drawn out, high pitched,
"Heyyy"
He exhaled and gave a fake, yet convincing, smile and prepared for what'd to come. Hopefully he'd be able to just bend her over, so he doesn't have to look in her eyes, pillow shoved in her face so he can barely hear her and just pretend she's you.
This was going to be a long night, but at least you were at the end of it.
Like did something happen or did the man just go "SEX AND MONEY??? SIGN ME UP" CUZ IT'S SO HAIR BRAINED IT'S POSSIBLE BUT COME ON NO WAY-
How do their sessions usually go??
Is he cute when hes teaching-
YOU MENTIONED OUR FRIEND TOLD US ABOUT HIM DO WE TELL HER WE TOOK HIM UP ON IT DOES SHE QUESTION US
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OKAY SO
1. He actually got into it because of Simon (that can be another section of the AU if people are interested). In my AU, Johnny survived being shot by Makarov, but bc of his PTSD, Price convinced him it was time to retire and go on disability. He was becoming reckless in the field and was a liability to both him and everyone else. Except, his disability check was dogshit. Barely enough to afford bills and food, paycheck to paycheck. So when it was brought up to him that he could fuck for money, he figured it was a win win. He gets more money so he's not living paycheck to paycheck, and he gets to have sex a lot. Why not ig
2. Sessions usually take place in a hotel. They rent it for an hour or two (he began to pay for it after the 2nd time bc a pretty thing like you shouldn't have to) and get to work. You often have coffee from the shop down the street, so once he catches onto your order, he brings it with before sessions. Gotta have your energy for what he's gonna do with you 😉
3. He's not cute, he's fucking hot. Not in the usual way, it's just giving hot teacher that's attractive bc of his attitude towards teaching. He uses his hands a lot to explain things and often gives a pat on the back in encouragement so you can uh,, imagine. He also has a habit of saying "good job" "tha's right, lassie". But when he's writing, he does that slight tongue poke out thing and that's cute. Same with the smile he gives when you answer correctly.
4. So that friend is, uh. Yike. She's a bit of a partier and gives "Oh, you like him? Yeah, he actually snapped me this morning, sooo." Once she gets the best dick of her life, she's not too keen on letting it go (more on that later in the series). So when you begin to meet with him, you don't tell her bc she's gonna find a way to ruin it for you. Put you on blast to the school that you had to get help from a HOOKER in order to pass, blah blah blah. It's even worse if she finds out you begin to form a romantic relationship. She told you about him while at the pub, fucking plastered. So she doesn't remember much of that convo.
Please ask me more about this series or any ideas you have, any conspiracies or anything really. I'd love for this to become an interactive series
I am LOVING hooker soap! He’s such a silly guy and I can’t wait to see how Reader goes through the “He could have anyone” phase, especially with a friend like hers (I’ll call her B)
Is B like a “Oh, yeah, I remember when he would do this and that. He told me how beautiful and amazing I was blah blah blah” or a “Oh, he’s so nice. I’m going to get him again next week.”
Speaking of which, does he stop the hooker act after getting into a full relationship with Reader?
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The official name of the "friend" is Bianca. I say friend that way bc she's more of a "if you piss me off, I'll make your life hell" type of "friend".
She's more of a "oh.. you like him? He asked you on a date? Yeah I remember he called me his best lay and that he could be in me forever" (even if it's total bs, she's just a bitch) type of person. She tears you down in a way that you can't really confront her on bc "well I was just telling the truth, sorry if it hurts girly pop"
Even though she's lowkey a pathological liar. She hates to see people happy with what she once had.
I will say, though, Soap couldn't stand her. She was too loud, too fake. Moaned like she was getting paid to, and he just prefers more natural reactions. The only reason he didn't decline was because she paid more than usual (daddy's money).
And you'll have to stay tuned to know that last question 🤭
Wait he doesn't tell them? Like at all? Is there a reason? He doesn't seem like the type to be embarrassed about this especially if he saw it as a win win tho
And I mean, wouldn't he still text the 141? Even if they're on active duty I still imagine they talk other than the fat and Inbetwen meets no?
Also MORE CHAPTERS I'M RABID
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I mean they talk, but he just isn't sure how to bring it up. Like "hey ik you're in an active war zone but I need you to know I'm a hooker now, okay good luck"
If they ask, he'll talk about it, but other than that he doesn't really see a reason to bring it up🤷♀️
Are there any details or aspects you'd like to see in the next chapter?
Sorry for sending again so soon if that's a problem-
How does the 141 feel about hooker!soap BECOMING a hooker? Like what was that conversation like-
Does Soap know how we got introduced to him then? Like does he know we found him by her? (Since he can totally form an opinion on that-)
(This is a side thing you don't have to answer it since I'm sure it'll come in a latee chapter but if everyone is getting on readers ASS for this would he still do it or like "ah shit, maybe a desk job back on base wouldn't be that bad")
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First off, I love it when people ask me about my fics, and I'm honestly hoping this will become like. And active AU community. I see my favorite writers with communities around their fics and I lowley wanna have that🤭🤭🤭 so basically fill my inbox if you have anything to say
THAT BEING SAID
1. They don't really know. Simon does, but none of them outright know. Price has his suspicions, but with no solid basis. The others are still on active duty, so they aren't really around much. Gaz and Price will visit when they're on leave, but that's far and few between. Even then, Soap never mentions it. All Price knows is that Soap's making more money than on the check.
2. He knows a friend recommended him, but he doesn't know which one. She didn't want him to associate her with her friend, so she didn't specify. There's stress in the back of her mind everytime they go out in public together bc she doesn't wanna run into her friend and for hell to break loose.
3. You'll have to see, but either way, it'll be a happy ending 🤭
