Uh.... more of that sub John Price I was talkin about... This is from MONTHS ago when I first wrote smut for cod and idk I kinda hate it and may delete it... But we'll see.
cw: smut, sub!price x gn reader, unprotected sex, praise & depredation kink combo ✨🧍♀️(major edit: I did a shit job the first go round of replacing my original writing's draft she/her pronouns with you/your but it's fixed now. So sorry hotties)
set sometime early in John and Reader's relationship. Idk there's more context but: you met John, this exceptional bear of a man, leader of men, sound and strong. And think three things all at once: he has to have a good morning routine, he has to be a good fuck, and he probably has no idea what he needs really needs. You're about to figure out all three.
You're riding him, slow and deep, your nails tracing lazy patterns across his chest. You moved only when it pleased you.
John had his hands braced above his head against the headboard, muscles taut, lips pressed tight like he was determined to stay silent.
“Mm,” you hummed, his thighs tensing as you rock your hips. “Look at you. Big, scary SAS captain, and you’re just lying there letting me use you.”
His jaw clenched tighter and you watch as the vein in his neck throbs.
You leaned down, teeth grazing his jaw. “You’re blushing.”
“I’m not,” he muttered, eyes squeezed shut.
“You are.” You grinned, deliberately clenching around him. His breath stuttered, a rough groan catching in his throat before he smothered it with a ragged breath.
“Mm, such a good boy,” you whispered against his ear.
John whined, a soft, broken sound that slipped out before he could catch it. His eyes flew open, wide, mortified.
You beamed. “Oh my God, you like that.”
His face burned crimson. “I—”
“You do,” you teased, shifting your hips until he gasped, his head thumping back against the pillow. “You love being my good boy.” You kissed down his throat, “Even if you’re also a pathetic mess under me.”
John growled in a meager protest, but his cock twitched hard inside you, betraying him completely.
You sat back, rocking harder against him. “You love it don't you? Completely at my mercy.”
John's hands fisted the sheets, sweat dripping down his temple. “You’re—fuck—”
“Say it,” you demanded, snapping your hips against him in sharp thrusts that made him groan. “Say you love it.”
His eyes squeezed shut, his voice breaking as he finally choked it out. “I—fuck—I love it.”
You grinned and leaned down, kissed him sweet and hard, and whispered against his lips, “Good boy.”
His jaw locked, teeth grinding, but his hips bucked helplessly up into you.
You could feel how he trembled under you, how badly he needed the affirmation. Needed to hear you moan his name and sing his praise. But you had tested the waters, why not step in while he's bare and shaking and helpless beneath you?
“Pathetic,” you sneered, dragging your nails down his chest just hard enough to make him hiss. “All those medals, all that discipline, and you’re whining like a needy boy because your partner's cock-drunk body’s too much for you.”
John groaned, "Fuck—please, I—"
His hips snapped up into you, chasing more, never enough as you pressed him back down.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” You mocked, leaning over him. “Being told you’re nothing but a mess under me. That you’re not in control here.”
His breath hitched, but still he tried to hold on, tried not to give you the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.
You grinned, pressing your lips to his ear. “My pathetic little soldier.”
His hips jerked up, a broken, muffled whine escaping his throat.
You softened instantly, tone flipping like a switch. You kissed the corner of his mouth, your hand cupping his cheek. “Oh, baby. Good boy. You’re doing so good for me.”
John's eyes flew open, wide and desperate, the praise slamming through him. He groaned, burying his face against your neck and shoulder as if he could hide.
“You're okay, that's it,” You murmured, rocking against him slow and long now. “That’s my good boy. So strong for me. So perfect.”
"Oh—fuck—!" John groaned, hips jerking, voice breaking into a pleading cry as he came hard, his whole body trembling beneath you.
You rode it out, stretching his wave of pleasure until finally he settled. You didn't move far, kept his softening cock warm inside you asyou kissed his damp hair, stroking down his arms while he caught his breath. “That’s it, John. You did perfect.”
And the Captain, the man who never bent for anyone, was nothing but soft, pliant putty in your hards.
Yeah.
You could work with this.
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