John Price x Reader | Call of Duty
John Price x fem!reader
Content Warnings: implied age gap, skewed power dynamics, reader occasionally referred to in a degrading manner
You enjoy the quiet haze John lets you live in. Everything is buttery smooth. You don’t have to do anything, be anything, except his pretty little wife.
He enjoys the weight of your submission, the heat of your eyes on him, waiting for him to tell you what to do. The role comes as naturally to him as breathing.
He’s a proud man, John is. And he likes to show off his treasure. You stand beside him during family day at the base in a pretty dress, all soft colours, with his arm around your waist like an anchor. The gazes of others on you are hot - a pretty pony being shown off at the country fair - but his presence next to you burns even hotter.
His beautiful dumb thing, you only smile prettily beside as he talks to his colleagues, palms sweaty, hands nervously smoothening out the creases in your dress every once in a while. All those eyes on you make you nervous, but your cunt is slick with want. Being his sweet little bird, his precious thing, makes you so wet.
It makes him hungry, the eyes on you. He sees how his men throw lecherous glances in your direction when they think he isn’t looking. He saw Johnny peek at your sweet tits earlier, just a little glimpse visible through the top of your pretty blue dress, and it made his mouth water.
He loves how they look at you, how they yearn, knowing that he’ll be the one who gets to take you home and fuck you into the mattress. It is his name you’ll scream with his hand around your throat.
He doesn’t waste time when you get home. Flips your dress up, rubs the flat of his palm against your drenched cunt. He hadn’t let you wear any underwear, and so your wetness coats his hand.
Two of his fingers slip inside you, and he pulls you to him by your cunt like that, tits flush to his chest, his mouth on your throat. It makes your stomach clench, you let out a whimper of his name.
He is not gentle when he shoves his cock into your wet cunt. All teeth, bites, and bruises, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You are his little thing to ruin, his little toy to play with.
His movements are born from predatory impulses and when he cums, he doesn’t pull out, lets it sit inside you, making sure it takes.
John’s always been a hungry thing, and you’ll let him swallow you whole.
Edit: Check out my other John Price fic here.
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