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Need to start doing/posting art again by the time MW4 comes out so I can do more Ghoap sketches I will never end up painting 🙂‍↕️

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18+ mdni

cw: degrading, minor spanking, power dynamic, spitting, john being a bit of a bully, choking, soft!dom john

husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?

You knew the second John found out about what you’d done, that he wouldn't let it go by scolding you with a few words. John had always thoroughly enjoyed physical punishment, which meant he would fuck you senseless until you’d listen. John also knew that you very much enjoyed defying his words just so he’d touch you.

And what’s fun if not being a bit of a brat from time to time?

John had explicitly told you ''Don't ever leave this cabin unless I'm right behind ya, got it?'' and yet you had defied his words. And John didn't take disobedience lightly.

That’s exactly what you'd done that day. Having decided to leave your shared cozy little cabin and sneak out to pick some berries.

You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.

You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.

Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.

You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.

''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.

So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.

You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.

You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''

He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.

He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''

''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.

He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love''

And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.

Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.

‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’

Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.

He is your husband after all.

As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.

Till death do us part and all that.

Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.

''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.

Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.

''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.

The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''

You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.

His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.

''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.

''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''

John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.

He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''

''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.

You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.

He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''

He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.

John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.

You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.

''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.

''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.

It was almost too good, almost too much.

''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.

He was being a meanie.

''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.

John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.

Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''

He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.

''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.

John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.

''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.

Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.

‘’Cheeky little thing.’’

a/n: i tried a more present-tense writing style, since it’s such a habit to switch between them in the same fic. hopefully it turned out enjoyable!!

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