#if Captain John Price asked to kiss and lick your feet

[boolger]

Hi

Since I’m in some sort of writers block moment, I bring u a snippet from an unfinished little sequel to my John Price x Reader feet kink fic. Wrote this before my lil writers block, there might be some mistakes. No actual smut in this one but some teasing. MDNI

Tw: feet kink. If it’s not your thing, scroll away. 🦶👣🦶

F!reader x John Price

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After his ‘secret’ was out, Price dropped all pretense, almost excitedly demanding to see your manicures and in particular pedicures, when he knew you had gotten your nails done. He always knew - he paid for it after all, sometimes shyly requesting colours.

Even though you didn’t quite get what his thing was with your feet, you didn’t mind it - especially not when you realized how easily you could turn him on sometimes. How you could rile him up with almost nothing, knowing this little dirty ‘secret’ of his.

So, when he had caught you masturbating - you were horny and missed him, and he wasn’t even supposed to be home that early - he stopped you before you could finish, making you whine and whimper. But no mercy was shown and since you had dinner reservations out, you behaved, not wanting to sit on a burning, spanked ass.

Dinner was a wonderful experience however and you almost forgot your little plan - until he teased you as you waited for your desserts, asking if you wanted his hand or belt.

And while you were in the punishment boat, you figured that you might as well go down big. Which was why you slipped off one of your shoes discreetly beneath the dinner table, your feet hidden by the white tablecloth, pressing it against his knees while casually answering, “hm, I don’t know. Technically I didn’t finish, did I?”

You didn’t even wait a second before moving your foot a little further up his leg, the realization on his face worth every spank you might earn yourself. His jaw dropped open for a moment, which almost made you giggle - and then your big, bad SAS soldier blushed, much to your delight.

“Bloody hell, bird,” he rumbled, one hand sliding beneath the table, to catch your ankle. His hand was warm and the strong fingers held onto you as you snickered when the waiter then returned to the table. You were given your desserts and while Price was slightly red in the head, you thanked the waiter with a happy smile.

The moment the waiter left, his eyes were instantly back at you as you innocently picked at your icecream, feeling the hand tightening around your ankle.

“You’re diggin’ your own grave deeper, pet,” he muttered - to which you smiled over at him, slowly taking a bite of your ice, letting out a small, over dramatic pleased moan - before stretching your foot, pressing your toes against his groin.

You could see the way his jaw tensed and you wiggled your toes a little, his grip tightening even more before he pushed you away a little. A part of you were convinced you could feel his cock harden beneath your toes.

“Sweetheart,” there was a warning tone to his voice, as he pushed your foot away, a slight red color to his cheeks.

“Eat your ice cream,” you answered, teasingly acting as if you weren’t feeling yourself getting wet from the way his voice became a little darker, “before it melts.”

You wondered if you could make him cum like this, from having his cock touched by your foot, even with the fabric of the pants and boxers between it. If he would roll his hips and grind against them, if he would keep his grip on your ankle and move your foot as he pleased. If he would stain his pants - or if he would just do the walk of shame with a boner.

John Price, the big bad captain who often made you scream with how well he fucked you, leaving you an absolute dripping mess, let out a huff. Then turned to his ice cream, picking up his spoon as you pulled your foot away , slipping into your shoe again.

[aleskyyy]

Taste of heaven — John Price x F!Reader x Kyle Gaz Garrick

What happens if you learn the secret between your Captain and your friend?

Warnings — fem!reader, blowjob, oral male receiving, kissing, cum eating, 18+ MDNI, etc.

863 words.

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You close the door to your Captain's office with a bang and swallow hard. Your heart beats fast as you realize that you know your Captain's and your friend's secret. You curse yourself and walk away, but not even five steps into your walk, the sound of your Captain calling your name stops you. You close your eyes and inhale slowly, then turn to face your Captain, who is looking at you with a unreadable expression.

"Captain Price," you greet him respectfully.

"Come to my office now, Sergeant," your Captain says firmly.

You try to refuse, but the serious look on his face makes you follow him back to his office. As you enter his office, you see your friend Gaz sitting on the couch in the office. When he sees you enter, he smiles sweetly at you. You look away from him, how can you look at Gaz without thinking about what you saw before. What he did before.

As your Captain paused in front of his desk and leaned against it, you stood a few feet in front of him. Your gaze was fixed on his eyes without looking anywhere else.

"Sergeant—"

"I don't see anything, Captain," you said, cutting him off. You could hear the laughter coming from Gaz's mouth, and you could see your Captain raising his eyebrows at you.

"If you hadn't seen anything, you wouldn't have rushed out and closed my office with a loud bang. You know, coming into my office without knocking is very impolite, Sergeant."

"I sincerely apologize, Captain," you said apologetically. You realize what you did was wrong.

"I think I know what you need to do for me to forgive you, Sergeant."

You gave your Captain a confused look as he said that. Before long you see your Captain standing up straight, you glance at Gaz who is looking at you intensely with a smile on his lips.

"Crawl towards me, Sergeant," your Captain orders which makes your eyes widen. Your mouth opens and closes to make a sound but not a single sound comes out.

Gaz smiles then calls out to you which makes you turn your head towards him. "He asked you to crawl towards him," he tells you.

"Yes, crawl, Sergeant."

You looked back at your Captain as you heard his voice. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees and hands. You dropped your gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"Eyes on me, Sergeant," Captain Price says which makes you swallow harshly.

You look your Captain right in the eye. As you reach him, you see your Captain's hands begin to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Price just smiled wryly as his hand began to remove his cock from his pants. Your eyes move to see his hand moving back and forth on his cock. You can hear Gaz's footsteps coming towards you. He brings his mouth close to your ear.

"He really likes it when I kiss the head of his cock, try it."

You looked at Captain Price and he nodded for you to follow what Gaz said. Slowly you bring your mouth to the head of his cock and start to give it a few kisses. After that you start to give it a lick. You lick Captain Price's cock from the head to near his balls.

Once you are satisfied playing with his cock with licks, you start taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You try to put your Captain's cock in your mouth even deeper, you get even more eager when you hear the moans from your Captain and also the soft laughter from Gaz.

Your eyes catch the satisfied expression on Captain Price's face, with eyes closed and a slightly open mouth that lets out a moan making you slightly squeeze your thighs together to relieve the arousal in your pussy. Shortly you feel Gaz's hand grab your hair and help you move your mouth back and forth on Captain Price's cock more deeply. You feel your eyes watering and want to choke on it.

"Good girl," Price says making you moan on his cock.

"We could have kept her to play with us all along if we'd known she liked it," Gaz says to Price.

"You like this, love?" Price asked as he chuckled and stroked your head.

You can only nod and go back to sucking his cock. You don't know how long you've been sucking Captain Price's cock but you can finally feel that he's about to cum. You suck his cock even harder which makes him curse and tighten his grip on your hair.

You can feel Gaz kissing the side of your neck and giving it a gentle nibble there. Soon you can feel Price's come shooting into your mouth. You tried to take it in your mouth then turned to Gaz and kissed him to share your Captain's cum. Then you and Gaz together clean up Price's cum that's still on his cock until it's clean. Sometimes you two kiss, which makes Price chuckle and stroke your and Gaz's heads.

"I think you two should get a reward. Take your clothes off."

© 2024 aleskyyy

[the-froschamethyst4]

Panties on The Ground

𖤐Pairing: Captain Price x Sargent! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, language, kissing/making out, age gap (28-40), P in V, eating out, pussy slapping, cheating Price, the other woman,

𖤐Summary: Y/n know she shouldn't be doing this with a married man

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Price was panting like he just ran a marathon, his right hand resting on her waist and the other with a handful of her hair, clothes scattered around his office.

Y/n knows she shouldn't be doing this, this is her boss, her captain, he's fucking married for fucks sake and she is being used like a little play thing.

Y/n looked over her shoulder seeing Price rest his head between her shoulder blades.

"God you're so tight," he mumbles against her back.

"C-Captain, w-we should stop."

"Why? We've only just begun," he smirks and he starts going faster and harder than before, it felt wrong to moan his name, his left hand moved from her hair to being slammed on the wooden desk and she sees his black chrome wedding ring.

Fuck this is wrong.

"C-Captain, s-stop please, t-this is wrong."

"It's not when I plan to divorce that woman anyways, she doesn't think I know...she's been cheating on me for years, why can't I do the same? Why is it wrong when I do it but I'm suppose to brush her off and let her do it? It's not wrong, this is fucking revenge," he groans as both of his hands held her waist as he starts moving faster. "This is fucking right."

"I-I-."

"Just hush and take it," he says, moving his right hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

The room was filled with satisfied moans, skin slapping against one another and Price's subtle praises.

"You so good for me," he says against her ear.

Her moans were soft and sounded like velvet. Her hands gets tangled up in the one resting on the wooden desk. Price leans down sucking on her neck and leaving some bite marks as well.

Price then pulls out of Y/n and turns Y/n on her back, she groans from the feeling of nothing inside of her.

Price sits in his chair and moves closer to Y/n's lower half, her feet rested on his shoulders, he kisses the back of her thighs, the back of her calves, her ankles and then slowly moved back up, he licks a stripe on her pussy and watched her moan and her head fall back hitting against the hard desk.

He then starts a soft make out session with her clit, earning soft moans from her and her hand going to his soft hair, his beard scratching against her clit and thighs.

Her thighs then squeeze around his head but they were quickly pride back open. Price looks up at her and moves his tongue, she moans from the sudden coldness against her pussy.

Price smirks and leans on his hand looking bored but wanted to tease Y/n a bit. Y/n looks down at him and she could see the smirk on his face.

"W-What are you sm-smirking at?" She asks. He doesn't say anything but just starts smacking his wet pussy, she jolts and moans, she tries to grab his hand to stop but he quickly moves it away.

"No, don't grab me," he says, he smacks her again and she jolts.

"F-Fuck."

"Such a naughty mouth," he says, he smacks her again and again.

Knock knock

"Fuck," they both said. Price pulls Y/n up off his desk and they quickly start getting their uniforms back on.

Knock Knock

"HOLD ON!" Price yells. "I'M WRAPPING UP A MEETING!" He lied.

"Well, hurry it up, John, we need to talk," it was his fucking WIFE.

"Price," Y/n whimpers. Price bends down and kisses Y/n's lips trying to distract her, Price's wife isn't going to know about his affair on his wife with his Sargent.

"Fix your hair, love," he says and she does just that pushing it back in its usual slick back ponytail and Price opened the office door.

"You're here because?" He says, sounding annoyed.

Price and his wife haven't been happy since their 3 years of marriage because that's when Price found out about his wife's affair. Only married for 5 years too.

"I should head out. Thank you, for listening to me, Captain."

"Of course," he says, looking down at Y/n as she walks out of his office.

"Listening to her about what?" She asked.

"None of your concern, what do you want?" He repeats.

"I just wanna talk to you is all."

"If you're here to talk about marriage counseling again, I'm going to deny again," Price says.

"We have to go Price-"

"No, you want to go to show that we are a happy couple but deep down, we're not fucking happy, we're fucking miserable around each other, I can't wait when I leave home to come to work, you know how sad that fucking sounds? Listen Linda I'm not going and I want a divorce, for the past 2-3 years, I've found out you've been cheating on me and I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't the marriage to end, but now I'm sick and tired of the bullshit," Price pulls out papers.

"I'm fucking done, sign them and we'll go to court do all the legal shit and we'll be out of each other's lives for good, just sign the goddamn papers."

"Seriously? Fine," she takes a pen and signs them. "I just wanted to talk but if this is what you wanted then so fucking be it, John. I hope you found a place to stay because the house is mine, you know?"

"Well, I don't fucking care, I do have a place, you can leave my fucking office now."

Y/n heard it all from the other side of the door, was she fucked did Linda maybe put to-and-to together and he knows about his affair on her with Y/n?

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Y/n was at the mess hall picking at the food on her plate, she wasn't hungry she felt guilty. Ghost, Soap and Gaz all sat next to her, they start picking on her about not eating and then picked on her about being a barrack bunny.

Y/n use to be one in her rookie days, but had stopped when she became Sargent, but now her and Captain Price fuck whenever they want each other and had to hide that from everyone on base.

"Funny." She says as the guys all laughed at her.

"You're not eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

"You feeling guilty about something?" Gaz asked. A flash of her being naked of Price's desk and seeing his wedding ring on his finger flashed through her mind.

"No," she lied.

"Then eat, come on, love bug," Ghost starts to move Y/n's fork to her mouth but she was fighting him.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Come on, eat," then Gaz and Soap held her hands down as Ghost grabbed her jaw and opened her mouth forcing her to eat from his fork.

"That was awful."

"It's the only way to get you to eat." Gaz said.

"We know how you are," Soap says.

"Sargent L/n." They looked to see where the booming voice had came from it was Price. "My office," he says.

She throws her food away and walks with Price to his office.

"I saw that by the way."

"Saw what?"

"How they held you to force you to eat."

"I just..."

"Feel guilty?"

"Yes."

"Don't, you did nothing wrong this, this relationship we have going on, I started it, you didn't. I don't want you to feel bad over nothing, understand?" She just nods. "Come on."

Price pushes his office door open and sits behind his desk, Y/n just stands in front of the closed door.

"Strip." He says.

"Sir-"

"Strip...I had gotten an email, I need to do a...through body check with you," he says, her face heated up.

She does what he says, stripping from her uniform, unlacing her boots and kicking them to the side. Then her belt holding up her pants that were already to big for her. Once the belt released her pants slid down to her ankles, she steps out of the pants and Price had got up from his chair.

Picking Y/n up with one arm under her butt and taking her to his desk. Setting her down and getting between her legs as he sits back down on his chair.

"No panties?"

"I-I couldn't find them after...your wife showed up," she says. Price smirks opening one of the drawers at his desk.

"This pretty thing?" He says spinning the panties on his finger.

"Price!"

"They were...on the ground...where Linda could see them."

"Dammit."

"I'm keeping these till farther notice."

"You act like I don't have more?"

"Oh? Shall I go to your barracks and take every single panty from your drawer and you can't wear any?"

"No, sir."

"Tsk, I might just do it for the hell of it," he says with a smirk on his face and he leans forward to attack her neck with bite marks and small hickies on her neck as well.

"W-What did you two talk about?"

"Divorce," well that was blunt.

"Right...you didn't bring up us did you?"

"Us? There's an us?"

"I mean-shit no there's not but like what we were doing?"

"No, but she knew about me possibly cheating as well, but I told her that she started it basically."

"You should like a high schooler trying to justify cheating."

He just chuckles and puts his hands under her shirt and starts pulling it over her head, she was completely naked sitting in front of her Captain.

"Now...where were we?" He asked with a stupid smirk on his face

[sofasoap]

Coffee Break

Pairing: John Price x F!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon) Summary: The workaholics having a midnight coffee break. and John drops a surprise.

Warning: M Theme. slight innuendo. Fluffish?

A/N: as mention previously in my Little secret series, Reader is from immigrant/non-Caucasian background.

Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series Part of Little secret series

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Must be full moon. You thought to yourself as you finally sent off your last patient out of the infirmary at ten o’clock at night. It’s been a stream of patients since early hours of the morning. You swear every soldier in the compound must have all come to unspoken agreement to get injured one way or another today. The only surprise was that your most “frequent customers” from Price’s team didn’t show their face at all. For once. Reverse luck perhaps.

Now just piles of clinical and administration notes to do. Great. You will probably be here until the sun rises. Again. Per usual. Cup of coffee right now would be nice. As if on cue, you heard a slight knock on the door. 

“My favourite workaholic is still working?” Blinking a few times as you try to get your bleary eyes into focus, there is your lovely boyfriend, Captain Jonathan Price, standing at the door with two cups of coffee. 

“No, I am just here to stare at my computer to ruin my eyes.” You quipped. “Why are you still up?”

“Just finished work.” You rolled your eyes. He is just as bad as you. “I thought I’ll come and check up on you. I heard it’s been a chaotic day from the Doc at the infirmary.” Carefully closing the door with his feet, he settles himself onto the couch. Opening his arm and nodding his head towards his lap, indicating you to rest on the couch with him. “C’mere.” Soft but authoritative.  Puffing in slight irritation, you couldn’t say no to that tone. And you know too well yourself you do need a break after going non-stop fourteen hours. Dragging your weary feet around the desk, you carefully lower yourself into his lap, mindful not to spill the two mugs of hot coffees he had in his hand. 

Mumbling a word of thanks as he hands you the coffee. Lots of cream, Viennese style coffee. Just the way you like it. He knows you too well. Letting out a contented sigh,you took a sip of the hot beverage and leaning back into his chest as you relax your body, inhaling the nutty aroma of the coffee, mixed with the smokey scent of John’s cigar, and that deep and woody sandalwood and lavender smell from his cologne. 

Suddenly you feel his chest vibrating as he chuckles. 

“What are you laughing at?” you tilted your head up, pouting. 

“You got cream on your nose again.” John smiled. Leaning down to give you a quick lick on the nose and kiss, his beard tickling you in the process. “There.Your human tissue has wiped it off.” 

“That’s because you always put a mountain full of cream on top of my drink.”

“You asked for it. I am not the one to deny my beautiful medic’s request for more cream.” Face heating up at the hidden innuendo, you hid your face into the coffee cup, taking a few more sips, accidentally burnt your tongue. Even years of being together as a couple, you still get that same flustering butterfly feeling in your stomach like a young teenager with their first love, everytime he praises you, showering you with love and encouragement. How you love this man. Deeply and with your whole heart. Even though he does nag you like an old hen mother. You got to admit. You do the same to him too. 

Comfortable silence falls between you two as his laughter settles.  

“.. Let’s get married.” He blurted out of nowhere. 

Did you hear him right? Or is your brain too fried after a long day of work and you are starting to hear things.

Blinking a few times, you ask him to repeat again.

“Marry me, love.” he whispered. 

“Not the most romantic proposal is it?” you teased.

“Would you like me to arrange a string quartet and kneel down with a bouquet of roses?” John arched his eyebrow, smirking. But you can see slight nervousness in his eyes. You should just put this man out of misery. Or let him hang for a little while more.

“Why not. But then again. That’s not quite our style is it?” 

“No it’s not.” he hummed. Waiting for your answer. 

“As long as you promise no elaborate wedding. Then yes.” you smiled. 

His shoulder dropped in relief. “Oh good. Mmm good. I got the ring picked out already. So you want a small wedding? Or we can just get registered at the registry if you want..” 

Is he flustering? 

“Relax love. There’s no rush. One step at a time.” putting your mug down, you turn your body slightly, wrapping your arm around his broad chest. He returned the gesture, pulling you impossibly close to him.

“Love you. So much.”

“I love you too John.” Doc found the two of you sleeping on the couch the next morning. With contented smiles on both of your faces. 

You gotta try the Viennese style coffee if you are a coffee lover. mmmmmmmm 🤤

and fun info? My S/O proposed in a gorilla suit. Don't ask. I am not lying.

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I would like to request Price with a scary dog LT for a partner, only Ghost team actually know the two are together, because on base they act strictly professional. One day, they’re both on base and Price ends up on the receiving end of a particularly flirty recruit. His partner sees it all go down and then very kindly, like the good LT he is, reminds his Captain who he belongs to ;))

꒦⁺ SAY YOU'RE MINE —— j o h n “ b r a v o s i x ” p r i c e

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Captain Price’s palms are sweaty and suddenly, he believes he has lost his breath.

He can feel your gaze on the back of his head. His weight shifts to one foot to the other agitatedly. A recruit, one that he doesn’t even know the name of, was bold enough to try and flirt with him. That same recruit was unaware of the lieutenant who was evidently, at least to Price, unhappy.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly public, apart from the task force having full knowledge about it and occasionally teasing the two of you in the presence of other soldiers.

You cringe when you catch a wisp of a corny line from the recruit, furrowing your brows in building annoyance. You don’t hear what John says, if he was even speaking. All your senses was focused on how he was letting the recruit flirt with him. Sure, you’re confident that he’d never dream about getting with anyone now that he has you, but you still can’t seize the developing anger.

Your feet move before you are able to register the thought, approaching the two. “Shouldn’t you be training with the others, private?” the person flinches, and you’re sure their soul jumped out of their body when their confident expression melts into fear. “L–lieutenant, I, yes. I was just, uh–” you cock your head towards the group of recruits that were actually training, eyes hardening into a glare. They mumble an apology as they scurry away, embarrassed.

“Lieu—” you cut him off, “My room. Now.” you don’t wait for a response, already heading for the door because after all these years you’ve known the man, he always followed.

The walk was eerily quiet, jammed with tenseness. The moment John stepped inside of your room, you pinned him to the locked door. Originally, you were going to ask him to explain why he let that foolish recruit openly flirt with him like that, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, the same kind you held for him was replaced with an unmistakable hunger that required to be satisfied instantly.

“What — mmph — was that?” you mutter in between kisses, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He moaned, legs departing from each other to allow your thigh in between. “Love,” he began, pulling away to breathe. “The recruit only went up to me, okay? I didn’t — oh fuck, baby.” you latched onto a sensitive spot on his neck, one that has him holding onto your shoulders.

“You didn’t...?” the silence that followed was a cue for him to continue.

God, he loved how you teased him.

“I didn’t,” he moaned softly when your teeth sinks into his flesh, “...didn’t mean to not tell them off.” his lips pressed together in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds that escaped him. Your tongue licks around the bite, the sting intensifying for a moment.

Your hands guide him over your thigh, the friction leaving him wanting more. Sweat began to build on his forehead, eyebrows knitted together as his mouth was agape in a low groan. He was desperate, whimpering so delicately beside your ear. You tilt your head up, lips capturing his again. His body melding against yours. The bites you left on his neck were sure to last, at least for a little while.

Maybe by then, the recruit will realize who the captain really belongs to.

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Feet — John price x reader

✨Idk what to tell you, I just got this thought while working on another fic and it doesn’t fit, so here it is on its own instead.

✨So uh. Feet. Price x afab!reader. MDNI

✨tags: foot kink, under discussed kink, smut, rough sex, a bit of cnc, p in v, overstimulation, toe sucking (I’m sorry)

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You didn’t really know where the obsession came from - but at this point, you were afraid to ask. It wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t really… get it.

It had started slowly. Innocently.

He would help you off your high heels, fingers gentle as they touched your feet, as if they would break beneath his strong hands. Running along the balls of your feet, asking if you were sore from wearing the heels.

Or, when your feet rested in his while you were both on the couch, his hands would rest over them. Give a squeeze now and again, just holding them.

Then he would kiss you all over — feet included, even as you giggled from the tickle of his beard, his eyes dark as you pulled him up to kiss.

His insistence on getting regular manicures and pedicures, no worries, he will pay for everything. Once in a while he would choose the colors, inspecting them when you came home.

But you realized that maybe, just maybe, your boyfriend was into feet, when he was balls deep into your dripping cunt, leant to the side and kissed your foot, that was up in the air from the position you were in.

He had pressed his face half against it and just breathed, never taking his gaze from you, somehow managing to look powerful, when one eye was hidden behind your foot.

The short hairs of his beard pressing against the bottom of your feet, tickling it now and again, warm breaths panted against your skin - at the same time as his hard cock stretched your poor pussy, almost squelching sounds echoing in the bedroom.

Overstimulated and overwhelmed, you whined and tried moving your foot away from his face, from the sensation of hair and warm breaths - but one of his arms merely grabbed on tighter to your shin, keeping your foot stuck.

Somehow, the big bad Captain Price fucked you harder than before, making your tummy and chest move with each stroke and you swore you could feel yourself get wetter from the way he growled and then bit down on your foot.

You couldn’t help it, struggling in his grip but the older man showed no mercy, forcing your body to bend so he could grab onto your hip with the other hand - bed trashing against the wall with each of his harsh thrusts, making you scream with pleasure.

If you wanted it to stop, you knew you could - your safeword would be respected no matter what, you knew John, you trusted him.

But you didn’t, instead marveling at your choice being taken from you, forced from you by a beast with several of your toes in his mouth, tongue lapping at them.

It took you by surprise when you came, shaking and whining, crying as he held you fast, refusing to let you escape from the pain and pleasure, from the overstimulation. Growling sounds and pants left him and before you knew it, you were coming again, from his repeated attack on your toes, licking and biting, together with the unforgiving intense thrusts of his cock.

He came just a few moments later, groaning and moaning, hell, even whining a little.

You weren’t sure when your foot had left his mouth but as the two of you panted, enjoying the afterglow of your euphoria, your eyes met his. There was a pleased, but uncertain look in his eyes.

“You should have told me, you pervert,” you whispered teasingly, and the big bad military captain huffed and blushed.

“I know,” he said, gently pulling out, both of you letting out a little sound, “do you mind?”

“Nope. Not if it will make you fuck me like that again.”

[the-froschamethyst4]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous

𖤐Pairing: Soap x Colonel! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy, kissing, licking, fingering, eating out, some mentions of violence, some use of codenames, age gap (10 years), flirting,

𖤐Summary: John Soap MacTavish always got on Y/n's nerves, Y/n and Soap couldn't STAND each other. But Soap gets a little bit jealous when he sees a new recruit messing and trying to get close with Y/n, and what happens when Soap expressions himself to Y/n and the next time that recruit sees a mark left by Soap MacTavish

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5AM

John Soap MacTavish, sat in mess hall with his friends Ghost, Price, Gaz, Roach and Alex. They laughed and joked around with each other a lot you would think they were being serious.

Example Price called Soap a barracks bunny as a joke and some people thought he was being so serious and lied saying he saw Soap coming out of Ghost's room one night when really that wasn't the case, Soap had lost a bet with Ghost and needed to go give Ghost his money.

Soap rolls his eyes at Price calling Soap a passenger princess because he never drove.

"Nah, nah, the passenger princess is Colonel Y/n. I've NEVER seen that woman behind the wheel of any vehicle since she's been in the military," Soap said, taking a sip from his water and placing it back down on the table.

"Funny because I've never seen you behind the wheel, Sargent MacTavish," Y/n said as she stepped foot into the mess hall, the guys jumped hearing Y/n, but all just turned away when she was talking to Soap.

"Ohhh~" The guys said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Soap threatened them.

"Price, I need to see you in my office at once," Y/n said before walking out of the mess hall.

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Price opened Y/n's office door and saw a new recruit sitting in her office.

"Who's this?" Price asked.

"Our new recruit, Private Samuel Hawk Clarke."

"Hawk?"

"My father was a Sergent Major Andrew Hawk Clarke," Samuel said, standing up and saluting to Price.

"Ah, he's bit of a legend here. I'm Captain John Price," Price said saluting to Hawk too.

"Come, I'll show you around-"

"Ah, we both are, Captain, don't get too ahead of yourself," she said as she stood up and walked with Price and Hawk.

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Soap and Ghost were doing some training. Ghost was throwing punches at Soap who dodged them and threw some punches back at him.

Ghost grabbed Soap's wrist and threw Soap over his shoulder and onto the ground.

"Focus, Soap," Ghost said, picking Soap up on his feet.

"I'm trying."

"What's on your mind?" Ghost asked as he threw a punch at Soap again.

"Nothing."

"Something."

Soap threw a punch, but Ghost brought his arms up and blocked Soap's punches.

"Do you think, Colonel Y/n has a partner?" Soap asked and Ghost stopped taking deep breaths and put his hands on the back of his head.

"The fuck are you on about, Soap?"

"See, it's nothing. Come on let's just keep going."

"No, no, no, now you brought it up, why would you think that?" He asked, grabbing his water bottle.

"Because...I don't know," Soap said.

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Y/n, Price and Hawk came around the corner and saw the training room. Soap saw Y/n come into the training room.

"Price, care to show the new recruit the some moves?" Y/n said.

"Sure. GHOST!" Price yelled. Ghost and Soap stopped their training session. Soap was taking a breather as Price and Ghost started to throw punches at each other.

Soap grabbed his water bottle and looked at Y/n and Hawk, who talked and laughed with each other.

Something was burning inside of Soap seeing Hawk making Y/n laugh. He's never made Y/n laugh before, he's only made her mad at him or look pissed at him.

Soap just wanted her to smile at him like Hawk is doing. Is it because he's young? Closer to Y/n's age? Or is it because he's new and she's trying to be nice versus Soap? So many thoughts ran through his head, but he shook them out, why is he worried about, Y/n? She's an adult and can DEFINITELY handle herself.

"Soap, get back to training," Price said, tapping Soap on the shoulder, he looked at Price then back at Y/n who raised his eyebrows at him as a 'you heard the man'.

Soap scoffed and went back to training with Ghost.

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Y/n sat in her desk going through all the paperwork on some new recruits coming in soon. She got up and was walking around her office looking at some of the paperwork.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n turned to her door before yelling 'come in' and the door opened revealing Hawk.

"Hawk, how was the first day?"

"Good, I wanted to come a give you these," Hawk gave Y/n some wildflower's, it was kind of weird for Y/n, no one has given her flowers before, so she was a little confused.

"Aw~ thanks," she kind of questioned on why he did this. "Why?"

"Because you're nice and I thought maybe we had a good conversation at the training room."

That conversation was about when Samuel's father being in the Military and Samuel's father was kind of Y/n's mentor to lead her to becoming Colonel.

"Oh right, thank you, again," she said, smelling the flowers and placing them on her bookshelf.

KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n didn't even say 'come in' before her door opened and revealed Soap. Y/n's face changed from a smiling face to a disappointed face.

"Did I say you can come in, Soap?"

"No, but I need to talk to you...alone," he said, hinting for Hawk to leave.

"Oh yeah, I can go, see ya, tomorrow, Colonel."

"Of course," she smiled as he left, and she looked at Soap. "What the hell do you want, Soap?"

"Are you married?"

"What!? WHY THE HELL WOULD THAT BE YOUR BUSINESS, SOAP MACTAVISH!!"

"Because you're too buddy-buddy with the new recruit."

"So? I'm just being nice-"

"But you're a bitch to me-"

"EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME!! HOW DARE YOU CALL A SUPORIOR A BITCH, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKED UP MAKES YOU FOR SAYING THAT!!?"

"I'm sorry-"

"NO, THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT! IF YOU WERE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE JOHN MACTAVISH!!" Y/n yelled as she slammed her hand on her desk. Soap has never seen Y/n this mad before, but it was his fault, he did just call her a bitch.

"Colonel-"

"OUT!"

Soap didn't leave, it was almost like taunting Y/n in a way. She came out from behind her desk and grabbed Soap's collar of his shirt.

"GET THE FUCK OUT-" Y/n was cut off by Soap's lips smashing on hers. She was caught off guard by his act.

She pushes herself off of Soap, but he held her close again and kept kissing her lips. Soap opened his eyes to see if she was enjoying it, but she was punching his chest to let her go and he did when he saw she wasn't enjoying it.

"I'm-"

"Fucking save it, Soap. Get out and this...this will never happen again," Y/n said as Soap finally left.

As Soap left Y/n's office. Y/n held her mouth after kissing Soap's lips. She could feel her face was hot and burning from blush running on her cheeks.

"Why the fuck, would he do that?" She whispered under her breath. "That's fucking embarrassing," she mumbled again.

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Soap fell on his back on his bed and looked up at his ceiling and smack his hands on his face feeling embarrassed that he just kissed his Colonel. But it was because he was feeling jealous of Hawk and Y/n talking and laughing with each other.

"I'm such a bad fucking person," Soap mumbled.

"Why?" His roommate asked from his bed.

"Nothing," he said. He didn't want to talk about kissing someone who is his superior.

Soap closed his eyes and was about to sleep. But there was a knock on his door, he got up and opened it seeing.

"Y/n? Why are you-"

"Come with me," she said, walking away and Soap followed close behind her.

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Y/n sat on her desk as Soap shut the door behind him. He walked towards her and looked down at her.

"Colonel-"

"I want you to kiss me again."

"What? Why?"

"Because...I was enjoying it, but I wanted it to stop before anything could happen but...I wanted something to happen, I just-" she was cut off again by Soap's lips on hers again, she closed her eyes, and her hands cupped his face.

Soap was starting to remove his shirt and his hands went up her shirt pulling it over her head and tossed it somewhere in her office, his left hand went behind her back and unhooked her bra with one hand and his hands also started to unbuckle her pants. He pulled them off her legs leaving her in her black panties.

He brought her legs on his waist pulling her the edge of her desk and his lips kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan, he felt honored that she was making her moan. His hands were rough, calloused and cold on her body.

Her nipples hardened from being so cold on her body, he could feel them against his chest and chuckled. He leaned down close to her chest and started to lick her right nipple and his left hand rolled her nipples between his fingers, earning yet a soft moan from her.

"Ah! Ah! W-Wait," he looked up at her.

"Should I stop?" He asked, rolling her nipple again.

"N-No, but ah! Ah!" He smirked and kept licking her nipples and his left hand slowly moved down to her panties. He pushed aside the panties and slowly pushed in his fingers.

Y/n looked down at his fingers moving in and out of her, her head went back. Soap's mouth left her nipple and moved down with his fingers still pushing in and out of her.

He licked his lips and kissed her bud and licking between her folds. He then moved his fingers from inside of her and pulled her panties down till they were completely off her body.

His tongue went back to licking between her folds, he then started to suck on her clit and his tongue started to push in and out of her. She moaned and her hand went to the back of his head wanting him to keep going faster and stay at her clit so she could cum.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n!"

"Price," she moans.

Soap stopped and they both scabbled to get their clothes on. Y/n got her clothes back on and sat on her chair, Soap was under her desk and pulled her pants and panties back off.

"Soap-"

"Can I come in?" Price asked.

"Come in," Y/n smacked Soap's hands away but he put his mouth back on her clit. She moaned but quickly stopped when Price walked in.

"What?" She moans.

"Wanted to talk about, Hawk."

"Like?" She squeezed her mouth shut as her hand went back to the back of Soap's head.

"He was top of the academy," Price was talking but Y/n wasn't listening, she was too focused on Soap's mouth making her feel good. His fingers went inside of her as he was also eating her out, she wanted to moan at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't.

"R-Right...I understand," she told Price.

Soap smirked and could tell she was close to coming. He felt her squeeze around his tongue. She let out a breathy moan and Price was confused.

"Everything good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just...tired..." she lied. Soap was under her licking her cum off her lower half.

"Right. I'll leave you be and get some sleep."

"Thanks, Price. See you tomorrow," she said as Price walked out and Soap came out from under her desk.

"You did so well," he said.

"Never...do that again," she said as Soap just smirked and kissed her lips.

"Do what again? Kiss you? Finger you? Or fuck you?" He teased.

"You know, I don't need to explain it to you, fuck boy."

"Fuck boy? Is that how we're playing it now? Okay." He smirks.

"What? What will you do?"

"You know," he goes back under her desk and kissed her clit and went back to eating her out.

"Ah!" She moans.

"But," he pulls away earning a groan from her. "You don't deserve round two, only just one round...suffer, baby girl."

"Fuck off, Soap."

"Never..." He smirks before kissing her lips again. "I have to get going, but I'll see you tomorrow."