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glossysoap · 1 year ago

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obedience ; john price i/?

tags/warnings: fem reader, lowkey perv price, obsessing, fantasizing, praise kink, choking, cliffhanger smut (pt 2 coming soon, promise) future price/reader/simon

word count: 2,101

John Price who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you ever since you stepped foot on base. You could always feel his cerulean eyes wandering. From the pucker of your lips whenever you bit them, or to your cute eyes looking at him for approval. Or the swell of your breasts under your muscle shirt, they way they swayed whenever you walked the halls or jogged on the treadmill. Or the way he glanced at your plump ass whenever you were leaning ever so slightly over the table to listen to Laswell during a mission briefing.

All Price could think about was bending you over that table, yanking your pants down and taking you right then and there. Gripping your plush hips in his large calloused hands and pulling your ass flush against his cock. Pulling your panties to the side and letting the swollen head of his cock graze against your wet pussy lips. Sliding the red tip up and down your entrance, gathering your juices and spreading the wetness along your cunt. Hearing needy whimpers fall from your lips as you grinded against him, desperate for friction. Finally indulging you as he thrusts into your warm, wet cunt.

Price, who fantasizes about you on a daily basis.

Price, who sits in his office and pumps his cock at the thought of you. Picturing you on your knees in front of him and taking his thick cock in your mouth, your whimpers filling his office and tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your throat.

Price, who would imagine your soft hands clutching at his hairy thighs and your painted nails digging into his skin, leaving small crescent marks as you searched for purchase. He would imagine you naked on your back, splayed over his wooden desk, all bare on display for your Captain. He would push your legs against your chest and hike them up to his shoulders. Your cunt would be perfectly on display for him. He would be able to hit every delicious angle as he bent over your writhing body, pushing against your hiked up legs with his body weight. He would imagine your breasts bouncing with each thrust, just begging to be rubbed and sucked.

Price, who would imagine your fucked out face, mouth open in a whine and eyes glossed over with tears. He would imagine your shiny eyes avoiding his gaze as he took you apart and put you back together. He would imagine gripping your jaw in one hand, forcing you to maintain eye contact and he would smirk when your teary eyes met his cerulean eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it.. look at me.”

He would use his other hand to reach down and rub furiously at your sensitive clit. He would imagine the way you’d cry out and squirm under his touch, utterly overstimulated from his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust, combined with his rough fingers abusing your clit.

Price, who would imagine your face scrunched up in ecstasy and your mouth open in a silent scream as your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him. His lips would quirk up in a shit eating grin as you squirted around his cock. He would imagine your cries and whines as you would try and wiggle away from his cock, but he would only grip your waist and keep you perfectly still for him while he fucked you through your first orgasm of many.

Price, who would fuck his fist in his office at the aforementioned fantasy. The more he thought of your moans and bouncing breasts, the more that the warm knot in his stomach grew and pulsed. He would groan with every stroke of his throbbing cock, imagining it was your hand instead. He would imagine that it was your thumb circling the leaking head of his cock, making his hips buck into the air.

Price, who would growl out your name whenever he came, white semen spurting from his cock. His hips twitched and grinded towards the source of pleasure as his hand continued making slow, languid strokes.

Price, who forgot to close his office door all the way before getting himself off.

You, who walked by his office at that exact moment and heard obscene wet sounds coming from inside. You came to a screeching halt when you heard his gasping breaths and quiet groans. You gulped, feeling warmth flood your stomach. At that moment, all you wanted to do was step inside and worship him. Worship your Captain, make him feel so good. He deserved it, with all the hard work he did leading the Task Force. You wanted to kneel before him and marvel at his length and girth. By the wet squelching sounds echoing in his office, you could only imagine his precum had covered his cock, making it slick and slippery — perfect for your hands to stroke it. Perfect to slip right over your lolled-out tongue and into your relaxing and ready throat.

You, who wanted nothing more than to kneel before him and take him in your mouth. You wanted nothing more than to feel every ridge, curve and vein of his cock and trace it all with your tongue. You wanted to feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over, at a bruising pace. You wanted to take him all the way to the base of his cock, nose hitting his pubic hair — and swallow around his cock. You wanted to moan around him as you savored the salty taste, sending vibrations to his cock and making the knot in his stomach build. You wanted to make him throw his head back in pleasure, moaning out your name and tangling his hand in your hair before yanking it. You wanted him to thrust his hips and fuck your face, to chase after his orgasm before shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your throat.

You, who inaudibly gasped and felt your heart race as you heard your captain growl out your name. The growl was pure animalistic, full of need and lust and want. The growl was followed by a series of husky moans and whimpers as he rode out his orgasm. You held your breath as you hid from the door that was open a crack, with your back against the wall next to his door. You waited to hear for any footsteps before you quietly sprinted away from his office, panties soaked and fingers itching to bury themselves in your cunt.

Price, who sees you all sweaty and panting and commits that image to memory. He imagines that you look exactly like that when you’re sprawled out on his bed, writhing in ecstasy.

Price, who sees you sparring with Soap in the gym and almost instantly gets hard. You had Soap on his back, straddling his waist and using one hand to hold both of his above his head, and your other hand to press a prop knife against his throat. Price’s eyes would widen at the sight, heart pounding in his ears and pants feeling tighter. All Price could think of when he saw that was how you would look straddling him. Your gorgeous thighs hooked around his waist, your wet cunt pressed against his throbbing cock. Your face just inches away from his, your alluring eyes staring into his cerulean eyes. Your plump lips just begging to be kissed and sucked, maybe even nipped. He would want to glide his hands all over your body, starting at your thighs and squeezing. His hands would travel to your hips, gripping firm and using his hands to ground your hips down onto his cock and pulling whimpers from your pretty lips.

It was all fantasies — until it wasn’t.

Until he was finally alone with you, with no other soldiers or staff to be a buffer between the two of you. The day that his fantasy became reality was the day that your mandatory report was due.

Price, who wouldn’t be able to think straight when calling you into a private meeting in his office. The very office he had made a habit of jerking off in, thinking about you. His heart raced the second that you opened his office door and walked in. You wore a shy, sheepish smile as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. You had just finished working out and you were wearing your usual gym attire: a high compression sports bra, muscle tank top and black leggings. All very breathable and supporting, but still revealing. Your hands were cupped together and your chin was perched on them, with your elbows resting on his desk. Your innocent, cute eyes looking at your Captain, batting your eyelashes with a cute grin painted on your lips as you awaited orders. To make matters worse, because you were leaning forward into his desk, he could see straight down your tank top. He could see the valley between your breasts and how your chest heaved with every breath. He could see your pulse point throbbing, just begging for him to suck a bite into it.

Price, who would take one look at your cleavage and your pretty eyes that peered up at him, and just fucking snap. Because you had to know what you were doing. Showing up to your Captain’s office in revealing gym attire, wearing that expression of faux innocence, as if you didn’t have his cock hardening with every glance.

The absolute audacity you had.

Your eyes widened as he shot up from his seat and stalked over to you, blue eyes burning into yours with every step. The footfall of his combat boots almost felt in sync with the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

His jaw ticked and his fists clenched by his side, before one hand came to grip your jaw in his strong grip. A gasp left your lips and a tingle shot straight to your core at the feeling of his rough calloused hands on your skin.

All Price needed to do was apply a bit of pressure and pull you the slightest bit before you were on your feet, standing before him. His large hand moved down to grip your neck and squeeze. He could feel your pulse pound beneath his fingers, and he could feel it quicken the very second he started talking.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.” Price murmured lowly, still staring into your eyes. You nodded almost instinctively, always so obedient for your captain.

“You’re gonna bend over my desk. Are we clear?” He ground out, his voice husky with lust. He reluctantly let go of your neck.

You were already moving to bend over his desk the very second the words left his lips. You shivered at the cold wood against your warm skin, goosebumps prickling at your arms. You folded your arms under your head and used them to act as cushion against the hard wood.

You jutted your ass out, presenting yourself to him almost instinctively. Almost like you were ready for this, Like you were dreaming of this very moment where his self control would finally crumble.

“Mmm,” Price hummed, pressing himself up against your backside. “Good fucking girl. Always so obedient.” He praised, finally touching you. He started with letting his large hands splay across your clothed ass, savoring the fullness and the curve of it. He rubbed the flesh of your ass, cupping it in his hands.

The very second he touched your ass, even if it was still clothed, you gasped. You were still taken back —you had only just walked into his office a moment ago and now you were bent over his desk and he was palming shamelessly at your ass.

“That alright, love? Feel good?” He asked, not stopping his ministrations. in fact, he even began squeezing the soft flesh in his hands.

“Uh-huh,” You breathed, not trusting yourself to form solid coherent sentences.

“I bet,” is all Price mutters before he yanks down your leggings, taking your panties along with them.

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thingsnia · 10 months ago

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 | 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 | 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 | 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Imagine being John Price's trophy wife, happy to have joined another random course just to pass the time, John thinks it's funny how you always have some strange news to tell him - botany course, gardening course, cooking course and even the current massage course. John let you spend a little on the weekly money he sends you, he has a solid account, and even though you know the passwords, he likes to have an account that you can spend on your nonsense.

You've been so good to him - the least he can give you is a bank account full for you to spend on all your treats, you've been so good to him, always kind, always kind, always laughing when he comes home, always cooking the delicious things you always do for him, wearing that damn pink apron that makes you act like a sexy bunny.

He knows that you decorated one of the rooms in the mansion with massage devices, he thinks it's funny when the bill arrived, as it arrived, some sauna installers appeared in the battalion, and most of the soldiers already knew it was some prank on your part. Soap was even going to invite himself to go there, Ghost made fun of him asking what new prank you could have done. John signed with a damn smile on his face because he couldn't wait to get home and see his skills.

And now it comes to exactly how he looks now, with a huge erection under the white towel wrapped around his hips — all the body hair exposed, the smell of the massage oil, the scented and scented candles, damn, you looked so pretty sitting on top. of him as he crushed his hands around his toned breasts, he was so hard, he just wanted to fuck you, you looked so beautiful, so proud showing off all the massage tricks.

Fuck, he'd never felt so relaxed and so hard. And even though he wanted to be taken care of by you, he couldn't stand it, attacking your body, laying you down on the massage mark, opening the tiny clothes you were wearing - John couldn't help but tear all the clothes off, even while you fought, fought with he laughed and pouted. "You promised I could massage you! Daddy!" He knows he broke his promise, he should have known he wouldn't be able to stand seeing you on his lap, massaging his hair-covered chest, feeling your nails, your soft hands wrapped around his cup.

John never believed that at his age he could fuck you even harder, even with his back pain, damn, he fucks you like he's going to ravish you. Sprinkling the massage oil on your little body, he can feel your skin smooth and soft, your eyes shining as you moan and laugh, seeing your poor pussy widen to take all of his dick — those sounds you make when he sinks in, those little eyes rolling, how you scratch his back and scream.

John is absolutely sure that he can keep spoiling you with random treats, buying or redecorating a new room, as long as in the end, he can crush your little body against his — feeling his body hair making allergies on your skin, crushing your skin. you little body, he knows he doesn't deserve you, a sweet, gentle, tight wife.

ask are open, feel free to send something 💓🫶🏻

But he can give you the heavens and the damn stars if you want something, because he does everything to see you laughing, to see you crinkle his little eyes. Damn, he loves crushing your little pussy around him, widening your little hole, and dumping cum so deep inside you, breeding you, filling you, he loves you, he loves every inch of his little girl, his little angel.