John Soap

Soap had come home just as you were hugging your friend goodbye. He didn’t say anything but he gave your friend a death stare as he left. The moment your friend was out the door, Soap grabbed you and pinned you against a wall. Before you could react, he began to kiss your neck aggressively, growling as he bit down on your soft skin.

“Ye’r mine. Ye’r my bloody wife. Ye’ have my ring on yer finger. I could bash his face in for touching ya.” He whispers between rough kisses