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kinktober day 4 - aphrodisiac // breeding
price x f!reader
[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, established relationship (wife), alcohol/drinking mention, you can imply the aphrodisiac usage either way (consensual or non) its vague so ymmv, same for the breeding kink.]
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Youâre sucking down your third captain and coke, slumping further and further down into the ratty leather of the booth John had stashed you in. He doesnât do this often, go out with the boys. Drags you out with him even less. You know, he knows, that you hate doing things like this: wasting an evening listening to other peopleâs drunken conversations while John and his men shoot pool or play darts without you.
Tonight, however, the drinks are going down quick and easy. Too easy. John is nice enough to loop around to your table to drop a fresh glass off regularly, pecking a chaste kiss on your cheek asking, âHow you holding up?â
The first two times, the answer is the same. A quick, snipped, âFine,â through a tense smile. With a roll of your eyes you dramatically stir the dark liquid with your straw, ice cubes loudly crashing against the glass before sucking up a large sip. The bartender is pouring them strong tonight and youâd rather taste the soda with the alcohol, not just the alcohol.Â
By the time John comes around the third time, however, youâre too drunk to notice at first. At least, drunk is the closest thing you can compare it too. Music and TV chatter compress into a buzzing drone. Voices fall out completely. You donât know when, but you end up with your head pressed to the table, drink forgotten. The wood the only thing grounding you to reality.Â
John strokes a cool hand over your cheek, rolling your head to face him. Funny. He always runs warm. Are you flushed? You feel like it. Your husbandâs smiling face blurs into view as youâre moved. You canât see much through your teary eyes. All you care about is his warm, strong hand on your skin. God you love him. The need to feel him hits you. Need him to keep touching you.Â
âLook at me,â he says softly. His thumb strokes down to your lips and you moan. âLook at me, doll,â he repeats.
You canât. Your eyes slip closed, soft sighs falling out as John continues to stroke your heated face. You wish you had the strength to reach up and touch him.
âEverything alright, Cap?â one of his friends calls out behind him. Kyle, you think. John turns away to answer, hand never leaving you.
âWifeâs a little sick,â he says. You can tell heâs got that sweet, disarming smile on his face, from just the tone of his voice. âGonna bring her home.â
âNeed help?â he asked.
âNah,â John said hoisting you up, letting your head fall against his shoulder. âGot âer. Sorry to run out like this. Talk to you all tomorrow.â
âNo problem,â you hear him respond as John walks away. âGânight to you and the missus.â
You didnât remember much of the ride home. The cool leather seat below you. The rain pattering against the window. Johnâs hand twined around yours, warm fingers pressed to your pulse your tether to the world.
He must have carried you inside and upstairs, because the next thing you remember is your head landing on your pillow, sheets fluffing out around you.Â
âJohn . . . ?â you croaked. Itâs dark in the room. Youâre suddenly very scared. Why do you feel so . . . syrupy? Hot and slick and-
You feel hands on your hips, sliding across your jeans to unbutton your fly. The zipper is pulled down, metal teeth crying as they are slowly pulled open. His hand rubs at your crotch as he pulls away, sending a zing of pleasure through you.
âIâm here, love,â he responded, low and gruff, pulling your pants off your hips. The cool air hitting your core makes you buck and shiver. âGood god,â your husband sighed, hand palming your pussy through your drenched panties, âThat shit made you wet. Real fuckinâ wet.âÂ
You whined, hips chasing the pressure of his fingers. Youâre so unbelievably turned on you need any and all stimulation heâll give you.Â
âYeah?â he asked pulling your ruined panties down by the gusset. He laid over you, body pressing to yours, allowing him to rumble his words right against your pulse. âWant me that bad?â
âYes!â you cried out on instinct. You can feel your clit thrumming, hot and engorged, as you rut against whatever part of his body is closest: thigh, stomach, cock, you donât care. Â
John bit down on your neck, right behind your ear, groaning as he pushed inside you. You shrieked, crying at how fucking good his bare cock felt, at the bright, sparking combination of pain and pleasure as he continued to nip down your throat.
He rocked into you slow and steady. You fell into a hypnosis, listening to his cock squelching into your juicy pussy, moaning in rhythm as he pushed in then pulled out.Â
âFuck,â he groaned into your ear, his hands smoothing up your torso to hold your face. âGonna finish like this,â a drip of sweat fell from the tip of his nose as he spoke against your lips. âWant to. Wanna-fuckâ He bit his lip and he rolled his hips down into you, savoring the tight pull of your cunt as you clenched. âWanna put a baby in you. Fuckinâ . . . fill you up all night. Cum âtill âm shooinâ dust for you, love. Just wanna see you-â He paused to stroke at your navel. Palming the phantom bump he imagined there. â-see you round ân-fuck, fuckinâ full with our kid.âÂ
His hand came back up to squish your tit, molding it in his palm. âTell me you want it,â he said rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. âTell me to cum in youâÂ
His fingers didnât stop until you squeaked out john john john yes john that had him crashing back down to claim your mouth. His kiss blanked out your mind. In the swirl of tongues and teeth, you didnât even notice the faltering pattern of his thrusts, how he groaned deep ohâs as he slammed into you three final, stuttering, times before collapsing his head into the crook of your neck.  Â
âI love you,â you whispered hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath.
âLove you too,â he said, turning his mouth to your cheek, breathing ragged. âLove you so much.â
#mw2#price/reader#price x reader#starry writes#kinktober 2024#call of duty#cod fanfic#cod mw2#back on my 1k a day bullshit đȘ#also: managed to write a satisfying set up AND sex in 1k????#girlie is using this month like fucking TRAINING#also also big brain award to me for having reader drink captain and coke#like lmao i bet she does
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