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── ♡ husband!john price x reader

♡ summary: john comes home after deployment ♡ cw: domestic!price, lots of fluff imo, breeding kink (not sure but still), oral sex like price has been starving, smut ୨୧ wc: 5.9k

you were waiting for him by the base's gates, excited, holding your little one who was peeking up every second, trying to see if she can see her daddy. she'd been excited, counting the days to finally meet up with dad again. and you, you couldn't wait either, he'd been gone for almost 4 months now.

the sun was on point, almost burning your skin, but it didn't matter to you, because the captain john price, your husband is finally gonna be home.

your daughter saw him before you did.

“daddy!”

she squealed and jumped from your arms to run, she didn't even realized about anything other than her daddy.

price dropped his duffel as he spotted the little girl running to him. his heart melted right there. but before anything, he catched her, scooping her and immediately digging his face on his daughter's hair. she was almost crying from happiness to be with him again.

"there’s my girl," he said softly. "i missed you."

she was already peppering his face with tiny kisses. "i missed you too, so much, daddy. so, so much."

then his eyes lifted and found you.

you weren't running as fast as your daughter did, but you weren't just walking. you couldn't wait to be with him again and just to see him like that, coming from deployment, with your daughter in arms, it made your stomach flutter.

with one arm still holding the little one against his hip, he pulled you in with the other and before you could even say anything, he pressed his lips against yours.

your palms were on his chest, then cupping his face, deepening the kiss just a little. john wasn't a fan of public affection, yes, but he didn’t care if the entire base saw. you were his wife. the mother of his child. and he wanted the whole damn world to know.

your moment was interrupted by your daughter, once she tapped on his cheek.

"daddy," she whispered, "can i also have a smoochie?"

john pulled back from you, chuckling and turned to her. "of course you do, love," he said, and kissed her cheek as she requested, making her giggle and squirm because his mustache tickled her face.

you smiled at the scene. "i missed you so much," you said softly.

"i missed you too," he said, gently stroking your back.

then he reached for his duffel and nodded toward the lot. "let's go home."

he opened the back door of the car, sliding the little one into her booster seat. as always, he secured her, double checking everything.

you waited outside, just watching him, your heart fluttering because john loved being a dad, he loved making sure mia was safe, he loved being the one who took her in his arms.

when he closed the door and turned to you, you immediately wrapped him with your arms, digging your face on his chest and he wrapped you back.

"you have no idea how many days mia and i counted down until you came home," you whispered against his chest.

john chuckled. "she tell you to mark it off the calendar every day?"

"every single morning."

you raised your gaze and he cupped your cheek. "you’re more beautiful every day."

your cheeks flushed immediately, and he saw it, god, he loved that. how easy it was for him to fluster you, even after all this time, he still had the same effect on you.

he meant what he said. you were glowing, specially wearing the dress you have on, the way it hugs your shape perfectly. john couldn't be prouder of having you.

he opened the door for you.

"in you go, sweetheart."

you got inside the car immediately.

he tossed his duffel in the trunk, closed it, and then climbed into the driver’s seat.

john always said there were only three things he craved after deployment: his girls, a good meal, and peace.

on the drive home, mia was telling him everything she did while he was gone. even the smallest details.

"daddy, i learned a dance, and we have to do it together," she beamed.

john chuckled, "of course, princess."

you couldn't help to laugh. mia had been practicing that dance for a couple of days now, and every time, she said she wanted to do it with daddy, and you had no heart to tell her otherwise.

you know john will do it, but only his daughter can make that man do a dance that involves twirling and clapping.

“also mommy got me new crayons and a coloring book with dinosaurs! but i made some of them pink," she giggled.

"yeah?"

"yes, but just the scary ones, mommy says they're pretty cool."

"oh, they are."

"and then—oh! and we went to the park and i fell but mommy gave me a band-aid with a bunny on it and i didn't even cry!”

john frowned just a little. "you fell?"

mia nodded. "and i scratched my knee, but it didn't hurt."

"she was really brave," you said smiling.

"yes," mia added. "like you, daddy. you’re brave too."

his heart melted right there. that's how his daughter saw him, and it was so pure and innocent. he knew he shouldn’t worry too much, that kids fell, that scratched knees heal. he knew that being overprotective could do more harm than good.

but still… if it were up to him, she’d live in a little bubble where nothing could ever hurt her. no scraped knees.

he cleared his throat. "you’re very strong, love. daddy’s proud of you."

he looked at his girl in the rearview mirror and mia beamed at him. she loved when daddy said that.

"so you’ve been busy, huh?" he said almost chuckling.

“mhm, very busy,” she confirmed.

"well, i hope you left something for me," she nodded nonstop.

once john got to the driveway, mia started to get more and more excited, gliggling and kicking her feet. he stopped the engine and got out to unbuckle mia from the back seat, but to his surprise, she was eager to be put down.

“i wanna walk,” she said.

john smiled. “alright, alright,” he said, and set her down gently on the gravel.

"let's go mommy, hurry!" she immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the house with all the strength her tiny frame could manage.

john just chuckled shaking his head, grabbed his duffel from the trunk, slung it over one shoulder, and followed you inside.

the moment he got inside, he froze.

tiny paper hearts. drawings taped to the wall with glitter and crayon. and right above the doorway, a handmade banner that said 'welcome home, daddy!'

everything was cleary made by mia, except for the banner, but the drawings, the hearts, everything else was mia.

john couldn't help but smile while his heart melted.

"do you like it?" mia asked, suddenly nervous.

he turned to her, set down his bag, and scooped her into his arms. "i love it, baby," he said, kissing her cheek. she squealed and kicked her feet.

"me and mommy did it! for you!"

john reached over with his free hand to wrap your waist, pulling you gently into him. "i can tell," he murmured. "best welcome i’ve ever had."

mia wiggled to get down again. "wait daddy, there's more!"

she was already running to her room, you and john exchanged a look and he squeezed your hip.

mia returned a few seconds later with a folded piece of paper. "this is for you, daddy."

he opened it. inside, a drawing. his beard in brown, his uniform green—represented by a triangle, and beside him, another tiny stick draw with a pink triangle, and above them, a big red heart.

john’s eyes almost got watery.

"this is the best thing anyone’s ever given me," he said softly. "i'll keep it forever."

"that's a new mission, daddy," she giggled.

you raised your brows and he laughed hard. "alright, captain."

"now, you give me a mission too!"

he tapped her nose. "i do have a mission for you, soldier. i need you to go find your dolls so we can play."

“yes, sir!” she saluted and ran off giggling.

once she ran upstairs to her room. you asked him, "what do you want for dinner, hm?"

john sighed, reaching to rest his hands on your hips. "you."

you laughed, rolling your eyes, fingertips brushing down the edge of his beard. "you need to rest. you’ve barely slept, haven’t you?"

"probably not as much as i should’ve," he admitted. "but i already told mia we would play."

you sighed. "she was so excited about this," you looked around. "she remade that drawing of you both like a hundred times,"

he chuckled. "she's adorable, planning this surprise,"

you leaned up and whispered, "she's not the only one, by the way."

john raised a brow. "yeah?"

you nodded, trailing his face with your eyes. "but you’ll get it tomorrow. after you’ve had some sleep."

you turned toward the kitchen but didn’t get far when his hands were firm on your hips again.

"no," he said softly. "i want my surprise now."

you laughed. "john…"

“just a little peek,”

"love, you need to rest," you repeated, cupping his cheek again.

"what i really need is my wife," he brushed his hands on your hips.

"you'll have me any time you want," you said. "but now, go rest upstairs, yeah?" you rubbed the pad of your thumb on his beard. "i'll make sure mia is well entertained."

he trailed your face, maybe planning something, maybe looking for an excuse but he was just clear. "come with me. just to drop my stuff."

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile. you couldn’t say no to him, you never have. price is that man who makes you bent with just one look, not because he's scary, no, the total opposite.

"alright," you nodded. "just a minute."

he let you go first. but before reaching your room, mia popped her head out of her door, ready with the dolls in arms.

"daddy! i got the barbies!"

john grinned. “excellent work, soldier.”

she stood up a little taller, proud.

"but i’ve got another mission for you, alright? organize the troops. make sure they’re ready. i’ll be down in one minute."

"yes, sir!" she beamed and runned back to her room.

you smiled at the scene, then you walked into your bedroom first, and john followed you, locking the door without you noticing. his duffel hit the floor right after.

he stood still for a moment.

home.

the room was the same as always, the same walls that had seen everything. secrets, arguments, apologies, promises, cries, i love yous and of course, sex.

this is the same bed where you made mia, your sweet little one. he knew that was the night when he would get you pregnant, he wasn't able to keep his hands off you, he wanted to get you all round and feel proud of it. because it was his child you'd be carrying, because your body was creating life, because you wanted to have his kid.

you turned around and saw him just standing there, looking at it all.

you knew that look.

"alright, you left your things, now come on, i already know what im gonna cook for you," you said walking past him, to the door.

but price didn't buy it, the man just lifted you from the floor with no warning. you squealed by surprise and squirmed.

"john!" you half-gasped. "put me down!"

he didn’t. he held you til the bed and set you down gently. his hands found yours, fingers wrapping around your wrists, pressing them into the sheets beside your head. not rough for now.

he looked down at you. "i want my surprise, love."

"don't ask me that," you whispered. "because if i show you then i would want to do what it comes with it."

he didn’t answer. just held your gaze. he knew it was something like that, maybe you've made another one of those sexy photosets just for him or maybe it was another lingerie set. but just by thinking about it, his eyes were dark.

"oh, john, don’t look at me like that…" you pleaded.

his breath got heavier just by hearing your tone. you wiggled your wrists, breaking free from his grip, only to lift your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks with both palms.

"do you think i didn’t need you too?" you murmured.

his eyes were lustful, but he knew you meant deeper than just sex.

he thought of all the nights you spent alone in this same bed. the lonely hours. the nights you stayed up just a bit too late because the silence without him was too loud. of course you weren't alone, you had mia, but still... you need him. he's your husband, and there are some things only a man could provide.

you pulled his head enough to meet his lips, wrapping his torso with your legs. price groaned against your lips, knowing damn well his wife is sweet, yes, she's soft. but she's also needy when it comes to sex, he knows how you like it and how much you need it.

your husband is the only one who can make you have the best orgasms. he's the only one who knows where to touch you, how to touch you.

his hands held your hips and then slided to your butt, pushing you against his hips. you chuckled. "i think we should stop."

"not now, love." he said going down, to the slope of your breasts.

"john..." you licked your lips.

"no, you can't tell me stuff like that not expecting i won't do anything about it," he said firmly, his tone more serious than usual.

you chuckled. "i'm a patient woman," you shrugged.

before he could even react, you slipped from him, standing up. he just sighed and rubbed his face.

"hey, don't be grumpy, you just got home," you scolded, cupping his face. "actually, can you get the pink bag from the closet?"

"sure," he nodded, already moving to open the closet door.

he’d led soldiers through fire, had men reporting to his every word. but you? you were the only one he ever obeyed without hesitation. his wife. the one voice that could cut through all the noise in his head.

"this one?" he asked, pulling out a pale pink bag with delicate ribbon handles.

"mhm," you said, nodding, biting your lower lip.

he raised a brow. "what’s in here?"

you shrugged innocently. "your surprise."

he didn't waste time.

his fingers brushed past tissue paper until they met something soft, something lacy. he pulled it out slowly, staring down at the delicate set of lingerie nestled in his hands.

soft pink lace.

the bra was too small, he was sure your breasts would be slipping on the sides. not to talk about the panties, those tiny panties that won't be leaving anything to the imagination.

his lips parted just slightly, his hands tightening on the set.

you didn’t say anything, just watched him.

he looked up at you. "put it on."

you laughed hard. "john—"

"not a question, it was an order."

your stomach flipped, god, you loved when he used that voice on you.

he put the bag down on the edge of the bed.

"i’ll be downstairs with mia," he said. "don’t keep me waiting."

and then, just like that, he turned and walked out of the room.

you stayed sitting on the bed, staring at the door for a second, heart racing, cheeks warm.

that tone—commanding, but just in the right way—it always got to you.

and so you did, you put on the set and looked in the mirror. maybe it was too much, but john love a sensual woman. he will lose his mind when he sees this.

after that, you put back your dress and went downstairs.

john and mia were already playing dolls in the living room. she was seated like a frog making silly voices for the dolls and john... john was making it too, which melted your heart. if there's something you love about him, is how much he spoils mia.

she saw you first. "mommy! why you took so long?"

"i was organizing some things of daddy," you said softly.

"his dirty clothes?" she giggled, because of the bag her dad was carrying when he came.

"mhm, exactly," you confirmed.

"they stink," she instantly covered her mouth as if she has said something bad.

you just chuckled but john looked at her, acting offended and the little one just hid on his chest. "that's how it is, huh?"

"i'm just joking!" she squealed once she felt his fingers digging on her sides. "daddy! tickles!"

they played like that but right when you were walking to the kitchen, mia stopped and turned to you. "mommy wait!"

"yeah, baby?"

"can i have a snack?"

you nodded. "what you feel like?"

"ice cream with chocolate chips, please!" she chirped.

"you got it, princess," you smiled and then moved your gaze to john's. "would you like something?"

"maybe later," he said with that one tone only you and him recognize. you muffled a laugh and then he turned to mia. "sweetheart, you know you can ask me for snacks too, right? not just mommy," he said gently, tucking a piece of hair back to her ear.

she nodded, "but you're tired, daddy. mommy said so."

he chuckled, “how considerate, princess.”

after a couple of minutes, you came out of the kitchen with the ice cream in her special cup.

”thank you, mommy,” she squealed, already scooping a bit into her mouth.

you left them alone while you make dinner for john, but still, from the kitchen window, you had a perfect view of them. at first, they were just playing dolls, mia trying to scoop him ice cream but it ended up being the other way around, he fed her.

then, when you raised your gaze, saw them doing the dance mia has been practicing. you laughed, wishing you could record this and send it to the rest of the group so they look at captain john price twirling around.

“daddy that’s not how it is!” mia said with a tiny scowl. he twirled better this time. “yes, like that!”

after a while, mia came to the kitchen, asking for water, of course you handed her sippy cup the way she liked water, not freezing, but cold enough, then, john came to the kitchen too.

“daddy, drink some water,” she said handing him the sippy cup.

“it’s okay, love, i’m not thirsty.”

“daddy!” she groaned. he faked taking a sip just to make her happy. “good!”

mia looked at what you were serving on the plates and made a face. she didn't like anything.

"what is that?"

"daddy's favorite meal," you said gently.

"mommy i don't want that," she pouted.

"you have to eat veggies, love," you nodded.

"but i don't want steak either!" she crossed her arms.

john crouched to her level and softened his gaze. he was the kind of man who would spoil anything his girls want, but you're right, mia has to eat veggies too.

"what would you like instead of the steak, princess?" he asked.

"nuggets, pretty please?" she looked at him with those big pleady eyes just like yours... of course he couldn't say no—he wouldn't. specially with the move she pulled next, clinging to his neck like a koala.

he put her on his lap. "tell you what, i'll make you nuggets but you still have to eat your veggies, that a deal?"

she pouted, trying her best to convince him to not make her eat veggies but he didn't bent, not because he didn't want to spoil her—he did that all the time. he knew she needed them, yes, but mostly because you were asking her to eat them, because you've made dinner, you've taken time and effort into this. he understood the value of what you’d done, and he wanted mia to recognize that too.

he's all soft with his daughter, but when it's about you... he never take your authority from anyone, not because your tough, but because you are her mother. and john respected that—respected you.

"daddy... please?" she pouted harder. "i don't like green stuff!"

"i know you don’t like them, love, but mommy made dinner. she worked very hard on it, and when she says you need to eat your veggies, it’s not just because, it's because she wants the best for you."

he looked down at her and bopped her nose.

"she takes care of you. and when someone spends time making food for us, we show them we appreciate it, even if it’s the green stuff."

mia sighed, defeated. "okay, daddy."

"good job," he nodded. "i'm gonna make your nuggets, yeah?" she nodded.

after that, mia went back to the living room, leaving you both alone in the kitchen. meanwhile he let the nuggets in the airfryer, he watched you, arms crossed, watching you move, grabbing spices, checking the oven, wiping your hands on a towel. you looked beautiful like this. that pretty dress brushing your thighs, your hair pinned up loosely.

but it wasn't only that, he lost it when mia came in, raising her tiny hands to you, showing you something, and you leaned to her level, the way the fabric of your dress hitched up when you bent to mia. the softness in your voice when you answered her little questions, the way you smiled even when she interrupted you for the tenth time, how you crouched down to meet her eyes like nothing else in the world mattered. you were so patient, so kind. such a good mother.

and still… even after all this time, you hadn’t lost that other side of you. the one that picked a dress just short enough to make him wonder.

because only he knew what you had on underneath it.

you were his, his home, his peace, his desire, his woman.

when mia left again he came to you, wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pressing his lips over your neck, gently, letting his beard rasp your skin, making you squirm.

"john—" you giggled.

"love," he turned you around gently, cupping your face with one hand—which was more than enough to cover almost all your face.

"mhm?"

he looked at you for a long moment, soft and serious all at once, his thumb brushing your cheek like he couldn't help but touch you.

"been thinkin’," he said moving his free hand over your stomach, "i wanna see this all round again."

you gasped, not knowing if he was joking—you know he wasn't, he never jokes about these things.

you chuckled, shaking your head. "john, i think this is not the moment to talk about that."

he shrugged. "i don't think i can resist not getting you pregnant after tonight," he said it so serious it made your cheeks flush.

and for his luck, you couldn't fight on that, not because you accepted right away, but because the nuggets were ready, so he served them with a spoon of mashed potatoes and of course, veggies.

john went to scoop mia from the living room, and when you saw them coming, mia on his hip, john holding her like it's nothing, maybe his words hit you a bit softer now. you love watching him like this.

he gently settled her in her boost seat and her face glowed once she saw the nuggets. "thank you, daddy!" she squealed.

"you're welcome, princess," he said taking a seat too. "but mommy made dinner, not me."

mia was already taking a scoop of mashed potatoes. "thank you, mum," she said with her mouth full. "your food is the best! but i did want nuggets."

you chuckled. "you're very welcome, love," you said softly, bopping her nose.

after dinner, all of you were cuddling on the couch. john had mia on his lap, she was facing him, making him play dolls with her—again.

"daddy, did you like the letter i made you?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"i did," he started rubbing circles on her back.

"why have you never written me a letter?" she asked, frowning.

"why do you mean?" he asked chuckling.

"well, mommy sends you letters, when you’re not home. and you send her letters too. i saw them. she keeps them in her room."

you gasped softly. john looked at you almost chuckling, and mia turned her head a little to glance at you over her shoulder.

"mia," you said, trying not to laugh, "how did you see those?"

"i saw her reading one the other day," she said, rolling her eye, as if it wasn’t a big deal. "she does that a lot."

you dropped your gaze, suddenly shy, your fingers brushing your thigh. john noticed. of course he did. because it was true. you did read the letters. especially when he was on mission. you kept them in a box right in your drawer.

john wasn’t much of a talker, but his letters? they were different. he always sends you letters whenever his gone. he knows you love them. even when you were just dating. he always knew you were the one, that you’d be his future wife, the future mother of his children. and price has always been a gentleman. always written the most beautiful letters to you. because even if he wasn’t much of a talker, he was a charming man.

he always chose the correct words, sometimes sweet, sometimes tender. and more than once, they’d left your face flushed and your panties wet. john wasn’t shy to tell you how much he missed you, how much he needed you… how much he thinks about you. he’s described it perfectly. maybe too perfect.

and you? you always made sure to send something back. something he could fold and tuck into his chest pocket when things got too dark. it was your way of holding each other, across all the distance.

so mia was right, you sent each other love letters.

“when am i getting love letters from you, daddy?” she pouted.

“i’ll write you love letters,” he said softly.

she beamed. “is that how you charmed mommy?”

you both laughed to that. because in fact, yes, pretty much. john was a hopeless romantic behind that tough mask he always wear.

“he did,” you said cupping his face and meeting his lips, just a peck.

mia giggled and covered her mouth. “my turn!”

and price didn’t make her wait, he pressed his lips on the little one’s cheek, making her squirm because of how much he tickled her with his beard.

“daddy stop!” she said between laughs.

price did but… this was the whole point of his life. nothing other than having the love of his life, his everything, cuddling next to him while he had his little one on his lap, making her giggle. this was all he ever wanted.

home.

and after a while, he took mia to her room, to change her into her pajamas and cuddle with her to sleep, ready to read her a story while all you did was watch them... your heart as full as your home. not a single piece missing.

mia yawned. “daddy, are we doing a sleepover?”

he chuckled and glanced at you... he could sleep with mia, he loves doing it, but tonight you're his, and he's yours.

“not tonight, kiddo,” he said softly, eyes on you, making you flush and chuckle. “but we will soon.”

she nodded. "okay," she turned to you and climbed out of bed to run to you. "good night, mommy."

she had you wrapped on your legs, so you scooped her up. "good night, baby," you kissed her cheek and walked her to bed again, letting her snuggle with john. "sweet dreams."

after that, you went downstairs to pick up the mess mia have made earlier. just routine. but as you were kneeled, you felt big hands wrapping you from behind, making you stand up.

"leave it. i’ll do it in the morning."

"it’s no big deal," you replied. "you’re tired. just go to bed, i’ll be right there."

"i’m not going to bed without you."

before you could argue, he bent down and swept you up into his arms, making you laugh in surprise.

"john! you always do this."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist, still giggling.

"we’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?" he said, brushing a kiss over your lips.

you kissed him again. and again. soft, sweet little pecks that quickly turned out in a needy deep kiss.

he carried you upstairs without ever setting you down, your lips still on his, your fingers in his hair, like you used to when it was just the two of you—before mia, before bedtime routines and toys on the floor.

once he reached the bedroom, he nudged the door open with his foot and stepped inside. then, without a word, he reached behind him and locked the door with a soft click.

you laughed, still in his arms. "not taking risks."

he didn't answer with words, he took you to bed, leaving you there gently, leaning again to you.

god, you missed this. missed having his weight over you.

you toyed the hem of his shirt.

"let me," you whispered.

john didn’t say a word, just raised his arms and let you pull the shirt over his head. and there he was, his broad and hairy body. but your eyes fell on the bruises, the scrapes, the healing cuts across his ribs, shoulder, even a one near his collarbone. your expression shifted.

"john…" you whispered, reaching to touch one of the darker bruises. "i have something for this. it’ll help."

he caught your hand gently before it could land. "later," he said, leaning in to press his forehead to yours.

"john…"

"i need my wife," he murmured. “right now.”

your hand stilled on his chest.

"your wife…" you whispered. "your wife’s been waiting almost four months. she can wait one more day."

"but i can't," he said pinning you down the mattress, not too tough but enough to make you bent.

you didn't keep fighting on that. if anything you reached out his belt, eager to see him, eager to touch him and feel him. he helped you, tugging his pants enough to stay in boxers.

you bit your lip once you saw it. growing harder.

you shifted, making him lay on bed whille you stood up. he crossed his arms over his head, making a bed with them.

then, you stood still, looking at him, messy hair, gasping, needy. and you love you're the only one who can get him like that.

you toyed the hem of your sleeve, rolling them down for the dress to fall to your waist, revealing the bra he'd seen before, but now, on you, and just as he imagined, it was too tight on your breast, the sides were almost spilling, your nipple barely covered by a lacy flower.

he swallowed once he saw you following, taking your dress off, completely, letting him see your panties, and john... john did nothing but bring his hand over his boxer, stroking his dick and you could see the outline perfectly over the boxers.

you turned around, leaned a bit and that's when he lost it.

you wanted to please him, to give him a little show before showing him how much you've been needing him. but john stood up to throw you to bed, this time nothing gently.

you gasped softly. "john, let me—"

"no."

he got rid of the bra as soon as his hands touched the bare breast, then immediately leaned down to your neck, to your breasts, making the tiny piece of fabric apart so he could see them bare, fully. he bit, sucked, licked and kiss as he wanted, he left your breasts all swollen, glistening with his own drool.

he didn't stop there, he kept going down, kissing your stomach, holding you by your waist, raising his gaze when he was in your belly. all he could think about is how after this night, you'll be carrying your second baby. you knew his stare, you knew he wasn't joking earlier.

"you bought this for me, love?" he asked toying the waistband of the panty.

you licked your lips and nodded. "for you."

his surprise, all his, and so are you. he can do whatever he wants, he can do as he please.

so he did, he tossed your legs over his shoulders and didn't even think about it, he just... ripped your panties apart. your new set, ripped in two like they were nothing.

"john!" you gasped. "they were new."

he was already kissing your inner thighs, licking, making his way to your pussy, spreading you open. "i'm gonna buy you another one."

you rolled your eyes... and you wish it would've been because you were upset, but it wasn't. it was pure pleasure.

john just heard his wife moaning softly, too soft for his liking. it had been so much time since he didn't have you like this, he was starving, and he was showing it. swipping his tongue over your folds, tasting you, feeling how soft you are.

you tugged his hair, arching your back just as you bucked your hips. john grip to your thighs, pressing his fingertips so hard it almost hurt.

he raised his gaze just to find you squirming, pleasure written all over your face. and this is what he needed. he knows you've been reading those letters to feel less alone, he knows how needy you are, how much you like sex, hell, there wasn't a day where you didn't fuck back then.

and john... john hates the idea of his woman being all alone in this room when she needs pleasure. he can imagine the endless nights you've to spend here, unsatisfied and that... that just made him dive his tongue in your cunt.

"oh, john—" you moaned.

he could feel the way you started to soak his tongue, the way your thighs stiffened, the way your moanings became little gasps, but more often, he knew you were about to finish.

you tugged his hair but pushed his head closer to you, bucking your hips on his face. he didn't stop until you were saying nothing other than his name—over and over, like that's the only word in your vocabulary.

john loved seeing you falling apart. there's something in the way your orgasm completely make him fall apart too. he loves the way your body twitches a little a bit after. he loves how sweaty you get.

"god," you said in a gasp.

"mh," he hummed, standing for a bit, just to get rid of his boxers.

you haven't even catched your breath from your orgasm and john is already spreading your legs again. you couldn't help to stare... yes, you've missed him.

he was stroking himself, precum leaking at his tip. you love john's dick, you love sucking his dick, you enjoy having it deep inside, you fucking love feeling every single drop of cum inside you, always loading a lot. always enjoying the 'risk' of getting pregnant.

he held one of your legs to wrap it around his torso as he leaned. you could feel his cock grazing at your belly, followed by his hand to tease it on your slit.

you wrapped not only his torso but his neck too, with your arms, pulling him in a kiss. "john," you said mid-kiss.

"i know, love," he said softly as you cried out when he was getting inside.

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