part 2
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No. Insatiably horny, pervy freak Reader.
You're a new recruit. Training to join the infamous 142. Which means you're working closely with the task force during drills and your general day to day. And just something about John MacTavish had you reeling.
You spent most of your time day dreaming about his biceps squeezing around your throat. Drooling at the idea of gripping his thick thighs while he fucked your throat.
He didn't even know your name. But you were obsessed. Wherever he was, you seemed to follow. If he was resting in the break room, you would be sitting across the room watching him spread out on the old couch. Always right behind him in line for food in the mess hall. Standing just close enough to get a whiff of his cologne.
The first time they had been sent off on a mission while you were on base you couldn't help yourself. Breaking into his room in the dead of night. Stomach fluttering at the sheer thrill of it. You picked through his belongings. Cunt aching when you found a fleshlight tucked in the corner of his wardrobe. It was well cleaned, but that didn't stop you from sticking your tongue into the toy for any remnant of him.
Before you left you rode his pillow. Soaking the fabric with your slick at the thought of him sleeping on it when he returned. Unable to understand why it smelled so strongly of pussy.
You would just so happen to bump into him when he was leaving the gym and heading for the showers. Eyes drawn to the sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his shirt. You could have cum right there at the sight. Instead you forced yourself to focus. Following behind the man just far enough to not be noticed. Snatching the shirt from his locker when he was in the shower.
You press your nose deep into the fabric back in your room. Two fingers curling deep inside your cunt. Fucking hell you were obsessed with him. You had never needed a cock this bad in your life.
Despite how sneaky you thought you were, Johnny knew. Of course he did. Your longing stares weren't subtle.
He was just waiting for you to snap and beg him to fuck you silly. He knew it was only a matter of days.
