I’m fucking gagged thank you for getting my first post to 1500 wtf guys 🤍😵💫 ANYWAY have some bear!price on the house 🐻
Bear hybrid!John Price x sleepy!reader 2k
Cw: slight dubcon (sleepy sex ig)
It starts when he has to wake you from a well-deserved nap. A what-year-is-it kind of sleep. It was the first thing taught at military school, how to fall asleep on your feet. You took that personally and made it an artform. That's how Price finds you, knocked out on the rec room couch after cleaning up after someone else’s mistake as soon as you got back from deployment. Poor little scrapper.
He’s horribly endeared by it and his deep-seated instincts pull him to join you when his duty demands otherwise. Not his fault you look so cozy, curling around yourself and burying your nose in the blanket Gaz threw over you when he found you.
He tries calling out to you but you are dead to the world, so he lays a warm palm on your shoulder, rocking you gently to ease you back to the waking world. He answers your soft sleepy sound with a deep chuff, his bear endlessly pleased you feel safe enough to sleep so heavily around him and his team. You’re awake but definitely not alert, so he lets himself sit by your legs as you shake off the grip of sleep.
“Cap?”
“Meeting in ten, grab some joe.” He tells you, paw heavy on your head as he gives your adorable bed-head a ruffle. You’re too gone to sleep to wrinkle your nose at the treatment.
“Yessir.” You slur, and he has to make himself walk out the rec room at the sound of your sleep rough voice.
When he sees you again your eyes are brighter and you grip your coffee cup like a lifeline. You don’t get much of it down before you’re pulled to another task, looking down at it, forlorn, before putting in front of Price. A silent offering and he’s not one to turn down caffeine and if he does, take him out back and finish him off. And it certainly has nothing to do with the fact he gets to swallow down the lip-print you left on the rim. Honey-flavored chapstick. He doesn’t stop the happy rumble coming from his chest and you give him a small slight smile before you’re off. He adds the look to the catalogue of secret smiles he's won from you.
Next time it’s you that catches him napping. You come well prepared, armed with coffee and the flask of whiskey you keep hidden in your vest. He doesn’t even hear the door to his office open, chin tucked to his chest, still gripping a pen. The approaching winter had him at its beck and call, quick to sleep and slow to wake.
“Your neck is going to kill later, Cap.” He rouses at the sound of your voice, soft and to his right. You’d lingered a little longer than you’d like to admit, barely controlling the urge to rub the fuzzy little ears he usually keeps hidden under his hat. He looked younger in his sleep, without the furrow in his brow and stern frown on his lips, like a big oversized teddy bear, but you’ll keep that one to yourself.
On que he lifts his head, neck cracking loudly. His wince has your hands itching to lift and massage the soreness out for him. You sigh, a little frustrated at yourself for fanning the flame of the embarrassing crush you have on your boss. You told yourself it was the trauma bond, nothing like shedding blood to bring two people together. It’s just the inevitable coworker crush you tell yourself, even when he’s the last thing you think about before falling asleep and the first when you wake.
It gets exponentially worse when he yawns, not looking as he reaches out to the general direction he heard your voice and patting around lazily. You can’t help but step up from your extremely respectful and professional distance away from his desk. The meaning of the words fizzle out when he catches a belt loop and reels you in.
“You got something for me?” He rasps, prompting you for an update, and the way his voice rumbles out of his chest and buries itself between your legs is beyond unfair. You start with the coffee, waiting a second before putting the flask down next to it. He lets out a grateful huff and you know you’re going to need to change your underwear after all this.
“Laswell touches down in twenty.” You ruin your own pleasant haze you’ve been floating in since he pulled you close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. The frown and furrow are back. He’s all squint, 90% bushy frown, hat forgotten on the desk in front of him.
“We best be meeting her then, hm?” He sighs, coming to a stand. You cannot be bothered to step out of his space but especially when you get a delicious whiff of his cologne and cigar smoke. Drenched. Ruined. In need of some alone time in the showers later.
You hardly breathe when his sleep-warm palm comes up to hold the back of your neck, steering the both of you out of his office. You stop moving all together when he lets go to open the door. He looks down at you when you don’t follow him through the door, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Keep up, trouble.” He chuckles, like he wasn’t the one caught napping on the clock.
“Right behind you, sir.” You hum. He doesn’t have to pretend to hear the warmth in your voice.
It isn’t long before John’s instincts have him searching you out at night, driven by your raw scent, fresh from the shower before you get ready for bed. It's getting worse day by day, so drawn in by your earthy sweetness that he lingers silently outside your door for far too long, holding his bear by the metaphorical scruff. You look longingly at the shadow under your door, fingers slipping through your folds wetly hoping he hears your need.
It’s not until he comes home limping that he finds his control slipping through his fingers, frost in the air. His senses are fuzzy and nothing feels right, his bear huffing and puffing just beneath his skin keeping him from sleeping off the pain. He barely hears the medic giving the usual warnings to take it easy before he’s bullying past them back to the barracks. His den calls to him, nearly dead on his feet when he smells you. It feels like every knot, every inch of tightness in his shoulders unravels as he breathes the remnants of you that linger in the common room. He doesn’t even realize he’s darkening your door until it pushes open under his palm. The sight of you asleep on your bunk, rolled half onto your stomach with your leg hiking up, settles him. The long line of your body has his mouth watering and teeth aching to sink into your plushest parts. You don’t stir when he looms over your bed, only when he sinks a knee down on the mattress. He lets out a pained groan when he sheds his shirt and drops down next to you, mattress squeaking violently under his weight and stitches in his side pulling tight.
“Mhm. Price?” You slur, head lifting off your pillow. He makes a pleased chuff, you don’t sound alarmed that he’s crawling in your bed at this hour, the fact you knew without even seeing him.
You try to roll over, giving him room, but he hushes you and presses a big paw on your back. You jolt, remembering you went to bed without a shirt when you feel his palm on your bare skin. He soothes you, big palm petting down your back as he urges you down with a grumble in your ear. His breath is hot on your neck as he rolls over onto you, thick pelt of his chest meeting the sensitive skin of your back as he eases his weight onto you with a satisfied sigh. You make a high pitched squeak at the contact, body going tight as he maneuvers you how he likes. Hooking a heavily furred thigh around your own and giving the padding of your tummy a grope as he settles. Your room was coated in your scent, your pillows and sheets even more so. He wanted to roll around in it until it settled under his skin permanently.
“Shush now, let ‘m get a feel cub, that's it.” He pushes a hairy arm beneath your chest, thick fingers groping your tits as he presses wet bristle-y kisses to your shoulders. You can’t stop the sleepy whine that leaves you, oh god please don’t let this be a dream, please please please-
The bulge pressing under the cleft of your ass is too hot and hard to be a dream. You can’t help but roll your hips back to feel more of him. You can feel how slick your lips are, slipping together wet and syrupy with your want.
“Price-“ the want in your voice and the smell of your need in the back of his throat is all the approval the bear needs.
“Settle down.” He slurs, but the way he humps against the plush of your ass has you doing the opposite. One particular rut has him pressed right up against your heat, underwear clinging to your folds as he pushes around your slick with the heft of his cock. You can do nothing but lay there with the way he has you pinned, legs tangled together as he grinds into you with sleepy rolls of his hips.
“Perfect thing, huh? Feel so good and you’re not even on my bloody cock yet-“ his moan has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“oh-“ your throat closes up on a desperate whimper when the hand pinned between your chest and the bed falls lower and cups your pussy, playing the damp fabric keeping him from your slick and pinching your puffy lips together.
“There she is.” His hips fall harder as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it would get him high. He pulls them to the side and his thick calloused fingers are there to catch the obscene amount of slick, pooling on his fingers and down his palm. He knew it would be fucking good, knew you’d drip down his fucking balls like this-
You reach back, hands patting at the thick of his stomach hanging over his waistband before finding your prize, pulling his throbbing cock free and feeling it bounce up against your thighs. He wraps both his arms around you, banding you to his chest and hooking his chin over your shoulder as his thick cock slots against your pussy, drooling pre against your clit.
“Go on, honey, just put it- fuck, yeah.” He grunts, lips to your ear as your shaky hands obey and notch his cock against your aching hole, a twisted version of the kiss you always wanted from him.
He’s rolling on top of you, nearly pressing his full weight against your back and working your hips up with a meaty paw. Your brain is leaking out your cunt at the realization he’s mounting you-
“One big push, honey, sh sh sh-“ he’s cut off by his own groan as the tip pops inside you, immediately driving further into your tight heat. Your walls seize around him and the animal part of your hindbrain tells you to crawl away, but a firm hand on the back of your neck has you still. He clicks his tongue at you, silly thing, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from a bear?
He’s quick to remove the thought from your head entirely, arm closing under your chin to keep you still as he leans over you.
“Come on luv, just a little kiss.” He meanly squishes your cheeks with his fingers, turning your head enough to plant a mess open-mouthed kiss on you. He swallows every little noise he’s punching out of you and in their absence the steady plap, plap, plap of his heavy balls slapping your mound fills the room. The next time his gooey tip presses up against your sweet spot, you let out a desperate whine and clamp down tight on him, a foaming, creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. You feel every throb of him against your sensitive walls, milking himself with your pulsing pussy as he pants and groans into your mouth.
You are taken down with him as he flops back down on his side, cock still chubbed in your pussy. He doesn’t pull out, not even when his breathing evens out and he’s humping your sticky pussy in his sleep. His warmth and the delicious stretch of your pussy around him eases you into a deep sleep, completely surrounded by your Captain and stuffed with another load by morning. He’ll even let you yell at him in the morning for crawling in your bed wounded when you find a little blood on the sheets, it’s all worth it as long as he gets to crawl home to his little mate again at the end of the day.
