manmuncher777

[manmuncher777]

hello I love your writing!!! Gets me hot n bothered, man, OOF!!! This is my first ever ask so consider yourself blessed muahahaha!! but here’s a thought…either price or ghost…I feel like they’d be so…manipulative maybe?? When they fuck?? Like the whole time they’re fucking you they’re rough, degrading, just absolutely primal and punishing you. But the second you’re completely fucked out and in a haze they’re nothing but kindness. Kisses all over you, smoothing their hands on your trembling and exhausted body, calling you a pretty girl, praises left and right like “you did so good for me” and just…complete 180 in their demeanor!!! Does that make sense?!?! You get me?!?! Ahhhh?!?!!!

I feel blessed to be your first ask as your my first ask I’ve received yet. so thank you!!! So sorry this took me ages to write

I Adore this idea so much, I really see price when I think of this so that is what I went for

“That’s right. Take it”

Prices rough voice grumbles in your ear. Tingling all over your skin. Skin that was littered in marks of his ownership. Hickeys, bruises, bite marks. Anything he could think of to show you that you were his. He wanted your skin to serve as a reminder of that, that you were forever his.

His thrusts were merciless. Exactly how you liked it. Your body jolting each time his skin slapped against your, it was rough and animalistic. And that how you knew you had pissed him off.

“Stupid slut, you thought you could just come in here, dressed like that and expect no consequences? huh?” he questions you, voice low and gravelly, punctuated by each drag of his hips “You knew i was busy, fuckin tease” He growls at you.

Every nerve ending in you body is on fire, you mind so melted you’re struggling to comprehend the words he saying to you. All you can do is whimper and whine, occasionally muttering out his name.

Your juices soaking both you thighs and his as he fucks into you, your puffy pussy all pink and abused, you clit swollen from all the orgasms he gave you already.

He hand you face down ass up, your bed sheets slightly damp with tears, drool and sweat. The sheets absorbing the sound of your screams.

"what's that sweetheart? Is the slut so cockdrunk she can't even speak?" he chuckles out. He knows you can hardly concentrate on what he's saying, let alone answer a question, but he can't help but tease.

When Price got like this he was absolutely ruthless, you were his to do with as he pleased. He could fuck you however he liked and you would lucky to take it.

His huge hands holding onto you hips, using you to get the perfect pace, slamming you into him. He wanted you to feel how impossibly deep he was, he wanted you to remember him when you felt the dull ache tomorrow. The idea of you squirming at the feeling just made him want to fuck you harder.

And all you could do was just take it.

every thrust, every slap on the ass, every bite, every hickey, every name he called you. You wanted it all.

And the fact that you were so willing to take it from him was what made it that much better. Watching you back arch, and the way your hands gripped the sheets so tightly between those delicate little fingers, the whites of you knuckles showing. The fact that all you could mutter was his name, despite him being the one setting the punishing pace. He could feel he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, not with those gorgeous little cries you would let out.

"such a fucking slut." God his voice sent shivers down your spine.

"oh fuck." You couldn't help but moan out, your whole body practically shaking with pleasure, you weren't sure of how many time you had cum now, the pleasure being constant.

"you fucking love that don't you?" John rumbles, you only response being the nodding on you head.

The way you were practically pulling him back in, not wanting him to leave you empty had his hips stuttering. He had held himself off for as long as he could, pumping his seed deep inside you. His thrusts finally coming to a stop as he finally fills you. His chest rumbling with a deep groan, the release he had been craving finally washing over him as he empties himself into you.

Chest heaving, he gently pulls out of you, kissing your back as you shiver as the empty feeling. Your exhausted body automatically curling yourself up into the sheets, brain still on autopilot as all you can register is the gentle padding of your boyfriends feet around the room.

Your eyelids flutter as you are on the rink of sleep before snapping open at the sensation of price wrapping his arms around you and dragging you of your warm bed.

You can only will yourself to groan at the disruption causing john to chuckle slightly. Your head resting on his chest as he now carries you somewhere.

"sorry sweetheart, i know you tired, lets just get you cleaned up first."

Oh, he ran you a bath you register. How sweet.

He sets you down gently, helping you into the bath before climbing in himself. He pulls you into him so that your back is resting against his chest, placing his head next to your had he kisses your hair.

You eyes fluttering shut once more, this was heaven. The warm water gently washing away the night activities.

"You did so well for me sweetheart, my good girl." he whispers in you ear "You always do so well for me, my love."

Gentle kisses are places on your head, face and neck as he whispers to you, a contast to the hunger of earlier. This was different, this was perfect.

"I wasn't to rough was I?" His question laced with worry, pulling you into reality. Your hand grasps his under the water as you thumb strokes his hand.

"John, you were perfect"

#cod smut #captain john price #john price smut #john price x reader #cod fanfic #captain price smut

[manmuncher777]

My Rookie | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

a/n - Another one! I'm acc shocked at the love on my price fic. thank you guys so much. Now I know I said I have a slow writing process but if I'm being honest I'm just slow at the smut, the plot of the fic is super quick as easy, I spend days on the actual smut lmao. But please enjoy the love for my special man.

PLEASE SEND IN ANY IDEA YOU HAVE!!

warnings - name calling, slut shaming, praise, smut, oral f and m receiving

MDNI!!!

Every fucking year Price would put Ghost in charge of picking, training and looking after new recruits. And every year Ghost hated it. These were kids he thought, not old enough to know proper combat like anyone else in the task force. They were all so by the textbook, he thought the may as well be fucking robots. No personality, and they were always assholes. There were many trials and by the end of the year Ghost would select whichever candidate he thought best. Always telling Price beforehand that he thought they were the best out of a bad bunch. But this year was different.

This year, he had you.

You were just perfect. In every way he needed. You didnt bother him with stupid questions, you didnt follow him everywhere like a lost puppy. You were helpful to him, you challenged him - in a good way. You were smart, skilled and didn't seem like a total cunt.

Of course he would never tell anyone else that. But to those who knew him well. It was obvious. You were the first recruit he would speak to, often he would ask your advice on a mission, wanting to know how you would go about it.

He even gave you a nickname, to anyone else they would pay much mind, but him calling you "rookie" wasn't just for fun, it was because he liked you.

The only way he could describe it was that you were just so helpful, and one of the most promising recruits he had seen in years.

You would joke with him, talk with him, train with him. And even though he never said much back, you never stopped.

Johnny would tease him, telling him off for picking favourites, but he didnt care. Everyone knew you were his favourite rookie, and while that held nice sentiment, it tended to make other cunts - i mean recruits a bit angry.

Truth is he liked you more than he would like to admit, he felt protective over you, putting himself in you team in every mission, going to find you to check up on you afterwards. You were just so eager to please him. "Can i get you a towel sir?" "if need be i can have that sorted within the hour sir" "yes sir, of course"

Everything you did was so perfect. He just wanted to look after you as well, but he struggled to keep his composure every time you would look up at him with those eyes, calling him sir. He would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.

He would often find himself wondering how far you would be willing to go. Would you call him sir so sweetly as he fucked you on his desk. Would you down on your knees if he asked you, following it with a "yes sir", would you be just as eager to please if he dragged you into his bed. Would you keep your eyes on him if he asked you to while he fucks his cum back into you. His night were often filled with thoughts of you.

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"There are three buildings we must sweep before we can gain that intel from the final mark. One of those buildings containing hostages." Ghost states as he stands in the centre of the room, pointing at the board, packed full of information you are all familiar with about this mission, a drug cartel holding a politicians child hostage, nothing you hadn't seen before. The giant man commanding everyone attention in the room. "One way of going about this recovery would be to take the two building either side of the one containing the hostage and move in, pincer style. Trapping them in and forcing them inside of the house for a quick sweep and hostage recovery" He finishes, looking at the faces around the room assuring the understand.

"Now, can anyone else tell me another way that this mission could successfully be executed" he asks, god he sounds like a fucking teacher. A hand goes up. Great "Private Decker" Decker was a dick, an aggressive and reckless recruit, far too trigger happy for his own good. He was also rather aware of Ghosts favouritism for you, and a bit salty about it too.

"No need to capture those two buildings, they only have 10 men in the hostage building, send five of us up one stair case and five up the other, the building would be cleared in seconds" He states confidently

"Negative, that plan wouldn't work. Extraction would then be a problem, no way of safely getting a heli to that building meaning we have to leave the way we came in, by that time those two buildings will be aware of our position, leaving us open from each side to enemy fire" Ghost sighs, and Decker's face drops completely as anger graces his features, you can clearly see he's embarrassed by Ghost complete deconstruction of his plan.

"Private Y/L/N? Got any ideas" Ghost asks you, ignoring the three other recruits who had their hands up, picking on you, sat in the corner with your hand down. He knew you would have an answer, you always do.

"Divide and conquer. Hit all three buildings at the same time so they don't have the chance to think about what happens, 4 men head into the hostage building, taking the left staircase as its more secluded. Shouldn't need more that 4 for that building, then send three men each to the other two buildings, maybe waiting just a minute so that the two buildings are focused on the attack on the middle one, that way their men scramble, and as they are less armed 3 men per building should be able to take them out with ease."

"Correct, very well done private Y/L/N, a perfect example." He stated after considering your answer for a minute. He looked directly at you, gracing you with his eye contact that not many were so lucky to receive. 'Good girl' is what he really wanted to say, wanted to see if he could make you squirm. Wanted to give you something in return for making his life so easy.

Decker scoffs, rolling his eyes. Audibly sharing his displeasure.

"A problem Private?" Ghost asks, turning his attention to the young man, now he had Ghosts eye contact as well, just not in the most desirable way. The air was thick for a few seconds as he stood with no response before shaking his head 'no'. Allowing Ghost to move on.

This isn't the only time something like this has happened, when doing training and Ghost isn't as close by he doesn't mind sharing how disgusted he feels that the lieutenant has a soft spot for you.

And you knew that you were going to have to deal with the same problem today.

Your trainer padding quietly along the training room floor as you head over to the treadmill. Ghost stands in a corner of the room, basically one with the shadows as he watches everyone, his eyes scanning the room, watching stances and techniques. Not shy of shouting out to correct anyone. His eyes fly across the room, soon landing on you who was already staring at him. He gives you a quick nod before looking else where.

Of course you were staring, its a bit hard not to. He stood out in more ways than one, but you cant help but feel drawn in by his mystery. You knew you would feel this way the first day you saw him. The huge burly giant in the middle of the room, and you knew you wanted to make a good impression, trying your hardest whenever you could feel his eyes on you. You wanted to please him, make his life easier. He always seemed to troubled, you never wanted to add to that.

Now slowly walking on the treadmill as a warm up, you fiddle with the buttons, setting you incline and pace before putting in your headphones.

Not more than a minute later you peace is soon interrupted as you see Decker appear in your side view. Great.

You can tell he's talking to you, but your doing your best to ignore him, but he's now waving a sweaty hand in front of your face. Frustrated you sigh as you stop your walk and take out your headphones, disappointed that you are about to listen to what he has to say.

"What the fuck do you want Decker?"

"oh come on princess, don't be like that. I've just got a question for you." He stands, a smug smirk on his face.

"what, hurry up?" Arms crossed over your chest as you look at him expectantly. Not really wanting to hear whatever bullshit he has to say, but wanting him out of you presence as soon as possible

He now leans down, whispering to you, and your skin crawls as you feel his breath on your ear. you feel terribly uncomfortable "so what kind of services is Ghost getting for him to be treating you like this?" You try and lean away from him, but its to no success

"what do you mean?" You asked confused, what does he mean services.

"well do you just suck his cock or do you let him fuck you as well?" He whispers once more and you feel sick. How could such a vulgar person be let into a place like this

You scoff at him "you're disgusting" you say walking away across the room to the exit. You no longer even wanted to be in a room with him. You get to the middle of the room before he catches up to you, grabbing your arm. "Get the fuck off"

What Decker had failed to realise is Ghost has been watching this exchange intently. ever since Decker got close to his rookie he's been studying the exchange, stalking through the room, past other recruits, getting closer and closer

"what? you're telling me he actually likes you, not a chance. And if he's getting some, I want some too. I'll even pay you for it."

"Fuck off, seriously. You're a pig." You say pulling against his grip which has gotten spiteful, tightening now to the point where his fingers are digging into your skin, it hurts.

Now its not like you couldn't escape Decker's easily. But he was significantly stronger than you, and even if you escaped he might catch you again, making a scene and allowing him to announce to everyone else his accusation. While it was untrue, an accusation like that would need to be investigated if one of the recruits happened to snitch. IT would matter less if you were an member of the force, but as you aren't it pulls into question if Ghost was biased in his decision making

"Don't be a bitch, alright. I'm asking nicely. Just because you fucked your way to the top doesn't make you better than me." he sneers now, clearly getting aggravated that you seem so repelled by him

"that's enough" All of a sudden the light behind Decker is eclipsed as you see Ghost towering over him from behind. Instant relief washed over you.

"hey fuck off mate, I'm having a conversation." Decker dismisses, not yet aware of he was speaking to

"Not sure who you think you are talking to Private but the only thing that you'll be doing is letting go of her arm." Ghost rumbles from above him

"lieutenant, uh- we were just talking." Decker whips his head around so fast he might have got whiplash. HIs grip on you arm is immediately released and you take a step back, holding onto the skin where his finger once were

"I don't think that Private Y/L/N is interested in having a conversation with you right now. But I am more than happy. So please, try and grab me like that." You watched this exchange carefully. Ghost was amazing right now, his power over the situation left you staring in awe. You would be lying if you said it wasn't attractive

"lieutenant I'm sorry." Decker is basically shaking before him now.

"I didn't as you to be sorry, I told you to try and grab me like that."

"what..?"

"If I have to repeat myself again, you will be leaving the selection process private."

With a shaking arm Decker reaches slowly for Ghost arm, his hand only touching the fabric of Ghosts clothes before he is completely flipped onto the ground, lying on his stomach with ghost bending his arm at an unnatural angle. He screams out in pain and everyone is now stopped and staring at what is happening.

"Did I tell anyone to stop working?" GHosts voice booms through the room, and the recruits scuffle back to their machines, taking small glances as decker cries out.

"Listen closely Private. You are now eliminated from the selection process, you are to leave here by Monday. If you so much as utter another word to my rookie, or make her uncomfortable by throwing yourself over her, I will ensure that you leave here in med evac. Do I make myself clear?" He growled

My Rookie.

My Rookie.

It echoed in your mind. You were his Rookie, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him holding Decker down with such ease. You would be lying if you said you weren't increadibly turned on right now. You always had a slight crush on Ghost, just by the fact he was an older authority figure. You loved how he controlled every situation he was in, but when he was slightly softer with you, you were done for. And seeing him act like this was just making it worse.

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Simon stormed out of the training room soon after that exchange, barking to everyone that training was over for the day. That left you stood there in shock of everything that had just happened.

You wanted to speak to Ghost, check on him. But you didn't know if he was in the right headspace for it, so you just left him. Heading back to you room for the rest of the day, there wasn't much else for you to do. All you do was think.

Think about him. That look in his eyes when he heard what Decker was saying. The way he dwarfed him. How strong he was. How he called you his. His Rookie.

Fuck.

You couldn't do anything but think of him, couldn't even sleep.

Thoughts of him constantly replaying in your mind.

You decided you weren't going to bother just lying there if you couldn't sleep, you would go on a walk around the base, its big enough for it to take you a while, maybe by that point thoughts of him will be gone.

Throwing on an oversized shirt and some short you grabbed you fluffy slippers and starded gently padding you way around the various hallways.

You were walking for a while now, but yet still not long enough. You decided that mabye some press air would be a good idea as you ventured through the training room which had a balcony, no a grand luxurious balcony, but a small one that peaked over just enough to be something nice. A sight into the night sky.

You were stood there for a few minutes, just looking at the stars before you hear the doors open oncemore.

And there he was, just the man you were avoiding.

There ghost stood, cigarette in hand. His mask still on, but the balaclava version, and he was the most casually dresses you had ever seen him, just a t-shirt and some joggers. It was strange to see so much of him, but you definitely didnt mind.

Your eyes wandering to his huge arms, flattered nicely by the shirt he was wearing, eyes travelling down to his forearm, he tattoo now completely exposed, you couldn't help but stare for a few seconds

It was silent for a moment while you both stared at each other, his eyes skimming over you slightly exposed figure

"you know you're not supposed to light them until you actually outside" you joked to the man who was already half way through his cigarette.

No reaction from him, he looks away as you speak and your heart drops a little bit. He obviously wasn't wanting to see you "I'll leave you be." he says, going to turn and leave through the door again but you stop him

"no!-" you clear your throat slightly, conscious at how desperate that sounded as his head whipped back around to you, facing your outburst "you can stay, I don't mind"

Slowly he moved so that he's stood next to you, pulling up the bottom of his mask slightly to take a quick drag of his cigarette. YOu try your hardest not to star at the exposed skin you'd just seen, snapping your head forewards so you don't invade his privacy.

"so, uhm, you okay after earlier? You left in a bit of a hurry. Thank you for dealing with Decker, I don't know what had gotten into him" You rambled, desperately trying to fill the silence that had taken over you both.

"I know what came over him" ghost mumbles, still refusing to look at you when he spoke

"sir?" you asked confsued at to what he meant

"fuck" he laughed out, sounding in disbelief. "Stop it." his voice deeper now, seemingly frustrated with something, with what you couldn't quite understand.

"Stop what sir?"

"Stop that, calling me sir!" he snaps now, facing you. his eyes deep and dark as they stare into yours, almost boring a whole into your head with the intensity of his stare, his chest heaviing slightly.

"So you don't want me to call you sir?" you question, truly confused as to why he was acting so strange.

"No! That not what i fucking meant. I mean just stopbeing so fucking good." he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. "Decker just managed to see what you fucking can't"

you stand there confused, staring at the man infront of you, wanting to see where he was going with this. You were stood in silence for a few seconds before you responded "what might that be sir?"

"That I can't stop fucking thinking about you. All the time, you're on my mind." He said, taking a few steps forward, standing over you now, dwarfing you. "And it took everything in me not to kill the prick where he stood when he was asking you those questions, asking if he could have something from you, my Rookie"

Your heart was basically pumping out of your chest now, you breath caught in your throat. The confession leaving you feeling dazed, you never realising how intensely he must have felt about you, almost as much as you cared for him. His confession music to your ears, leaving your brain to short circuit for the moment.

"Lieutenant..." You breath out as he throws his cigarette off of the balcony, gripping your waist with both hands, pulling you close to him now.

You can even think in this moment, everything in your body telling you to kiss the man in front of you. Your hands slowly rise to his face, pulling oh so gently at the bottom of his mask, watching for any signs that you have crossed a line. You pull the mask up just above his nose, tracing you fingers over the scar he has on the left side of his mouth.

Wrapping your arms around his back you press your lips into his, the kiss hungry and needy. Neither of you slowing down for breath. His hands gripping your waist tightly, rubbing up and down your side, causing goose bumps to prickle on your skin. His soft lips hungrily chasing yours, dominating the kiss. One of his hands soon travelling up to grip your hair, releasing a breathy whimper from you, and a smirk from him. For a second he pulls away, leaving you both panting as he suggests you maybe continue this in a more secluded area. "My room or yours?"

"Rookie? you there" he asks again and you feel your cheeks flushed, that kiss completely distracting you. You can feel your lips are probably red and swollen "uh yours"

He takes you by the hand, leading you back to his room. Both of you trying to be as quiet as possible, not needing to draw any unecesarry attention to yourselves.

Not even a second after he has you in his room he's pinning you against the wall, kissing you neck. All he wants to do is hear your little noises, but he cant risk anyone else hearing them either

"Quiet little one, can have anyone else know can we?" he pulls away, looking into your eyes, waiting for a response. You bite your lip, shaking your head no. That was definetly going to be a challenge

That cocky smirk from earlier appears again as he lifts your shirt off of you, now focusing his attention on your hard nipples. He couldn't risk leaving marks on your neck where someone could see them, but he could do as he pleased on the parts of you that would be kept hidden.

He had to, you were his. He needed to mark you in some way. His mouth sucking on one breast while his hand massaged the other, rolling over your sensetive nipple. Your skin tingling with a buzz of pleasure, a promise of whats to come.

His teeth bite and nibble gently, pulling little whimpers and squeals out of you that you try to quiet as best you can, his gorgeous eyes staring up at you while he marks you tits. You can already see numerous marks starting to form. "please sir" you can help but whisper out, and you feel his movements stop.

"say it again"

"please sir"

"fucking tease" he mutters before ridding himself of his shirt as well "now why don't you show me how good my little rookie can be for me."

Without second thought you lower yourself to your knees in front of him and simon literally has to tell himself not to let out a groan. This is what he meant when he called you perfect.

"always so easy to please, what a good girl." you swear the praise went straight to your cunt. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, purely turned on by the thought that yoou were makng him happy. You loved to see that proud look in his eye

Right now Ghost stood, towering over your lowered frame, looking like some kind of evil god as he was illuminated by a small lamp he had turned on in the backgroud. He looked positively breathtaking. Even as you wrok him out of his joggers you cant help but stare up at him, meeting his gaze as he looks down on you. His hand showing his power over you as it held a tight grip on your hair

He's already hard, red tip leaking ever so slightly with precum as you spit into your hand to begin pumping him. He was big, and thick and to be honest his dick matched his energy. It was a statement.

You pump him a few more times in your hand before you start to take him in your mouth, just starting with the tip, lightly sucking on the tip. His hand pulling on your hair lightly, and you were glad to know that you were having an effect on him. Slowly you take him deeper, edging him in inch by inch as much as you can take, shamelessly looking up at him through your lashes, not wanting to miss a single thing. His hand follows the consistent bobbing of your head up and down his length, his hips bucking slightly when his tip hits the back of your throat. You try your best not to gag around him, reminding yourself to breath through your nose as you take him as deep as you can a few times, relishing in how he lets out little groans and his eyes flicker shut

"So good for me sweetheart, jus like that" His grip becomes more demanding now as he forces himself slightly deeper down your throat, your hands gripping at his thighs as he uses you, still going gently enough that you can breath. You suck on him tirelessly, your hand working whichever part of him your mouth couldn't, his constant whispers of praise encouraging you to carry. You let him fuck your throat as his pace increases now an his thrusts get harsher, you could tell he was holding back before, but as his orgasm approaches he can't help but lose control. His hips trying to stop from being to harsh, but his hand using you, pushing you deeper and deeper down his length. Spit and precum covering you face as he continues his thrusts and you can tell he must be close. You do your best to swallow around him and the groan he lets out shows you its working. A deep rumble from his chest as he watches you oh so intently before releasing. His cum filling you mouth, you swallow it all, not thinking second about it, like its second nature. And you start to wonder if it is just part of your nature to please him.

His hand comes down from your hair to gently wipe at your chin, his chest heaving with every deep breath he took. He gently pulled you up from your feet before once more puling you into a bruising kiss. It was a completing feeling, both of you finally being able to be open about your care for each other, bodies wanting each other.

With little effort he picks you up, placing you on his bed, finally getting rid of your shorts. Your body shivers with thoughts of what he's about to do.

He's looking down at you now, like a predator pleased with its final kill. His eyes tracing over you, devouring you before his hands could get to it. You felt exposed in a way, underneath his intense gaze, being so open for him while half of his face is till being covered by the mask. But at the same time the sensation was freeing, handing yourself over to him, allowing him to make decision and take control, you can tell he craves it, craves the power.

His fingers dip down, greeting your aching cunt. His thick digits tracing through your wetness, swiping through your folds in almost awe, his eyes flickering up every now and then when you let out a breathy gasp. You can hear him muttering to himself about god knows what, you think something like 'waited so long' but you brain is slowly melting away with each stroke of his fingers.

Soon his fingers travel inside of you, him watching almost fascinated, pumping a single finger inside you. Slowly and gently as he tries to gauge your reaction, the breathy whimper you let out isn't sufficient for him, he wants you crying out, he wants to have to silence you with his own hand because you can't quiet yourself, maybe even gag you on his fingers.

A second finger is added, that's better, he think. Your biting your bottom lip, little noises peaking out every now and then. Almost admiring you, he couldn't help but study your face with every move he made, watching your nose scrunch, your eyes squeeze shut, your hips that chased the movement of his fingers, and how they tried to escape him when he would run his thumb over your clit. you were at his mercy, to do with as he pleased.

a third finger added, he wanted to test you "lieutenant please!"

my god he was successful

You were writhing and bucking, his fingers unrelenting. You could hear how wet you were, and you knew his hand would be soaked with you, but you couldn’t dare look. Not when you were so close to an orgasm, you were sure that a single glance at the man in front of you would send you over the edge. You could feel the ache in your body, screaming for release.

“ come on sweetheart, come for me” he almost whispers to you, but you can hear him. Listening so intently to every word he says, every breath, gasp and groan. It was like you were trained to obey him, you couldn’t not.

With his command you finally come to your release. The indescribable feeling of relief, like you’d been holding this in for years. The scream you let out was almost pornographic as despite your sensitive state, simons fingers continued their pumping. You eyes screwed shut as you sing his name. God you felt complete now.

His eyes never leaving your form as it wiggles and squirms. He felt complete, the pressure of not being able to touch you finally releasing. He’d claimed you now. You were his

“Think you can handle my cock now sweetheart hmm? be a good girl for me?”

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Part two? xoxoxo

[manmuncher777]

My Rookie | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

a/n - Another one! I'm acc shocked at the love on my price fic. thank you guys so much. Now I know I said I have a slow writing process but if I'm being honest I'm just slow at the smut, the plot of the fic is super quick as easy, I spend days on the actual smut lmao. But please enjoy the love for my special man.

PLEASE SEND IN ANY IDEA YOU HAVE!!

warnings - name calling, slut shaming, praise, smut, oral f and m receiving

MDNI!!!

Every fucking year Price would put Ghost in charge of picking, training and looking after new recruits. And every year Ghost hated it. These were kids he thought, not old enough to know proper combat like anyone else in the task force. They were all so by the textbook, he thought the may as well be fucking robots. No personality, and they were always assholes. There were many trials and by the end of the year Ghost would select whichever candidate he thought best. Always telling Price beforehand that he thought they were the best out of a bad bunch. But this year was different.

This year, he had you.

You were just perfect. In every way he needed. You didnt bother him with stupid questions, you didnt follow him everywhere like a lost puppy. You were helpful to him, you challenged him - in a good way. You were smart, skilled and didn't seem like a total cunt.

Of course he would never tell anyone else that. But to those who knew him well. It was obvious. You were the first recruit he would speak to, often he would ask your advice on a mission, wanting to know how you would go about it.

He even gave you a nickname, to anyone else they would pay much mind, but him calling you "rookie" wasn't just for fun, it was because he liked you.

The only way he could describe it was that you were just so helpful, and one of the most promising recruits he had seen in years.

You would joke with him, talk with him, train with him. And even though he never said much back, you never stopped.

Johnny would tease him, telling him off for picking favourites, but he didnt care. Everyone knew you were his favourite rookie, and while that held nice sentiment, it tended to make other cunts - i mean recruits a bit angry.

Truth is he liked you more than he would like to admit, he felt protective over you, putting himself in you team in every mission, going to find you to check up on you afterwards. You were just so eager to please him. "Can i get you a towel sir?" "if need be i can have that sorted within the hour sir" "yes sir, of course"

Everything you did was so perfect. He just wanted to look after you as well, but he struggled to keep his composure every time you would look up at him with those eyes, calling him sir. He would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.

He would often find himself wondering how far you would be willing to go. Would you call him sir so sweetly as he fucked you on his desk. Would you down on your knees if he asked you, following it with a "yes sir", would you be just as eager to please if he dragged you into his bed. Would you keep your eyes on him if he asked you to while he fucks his cum back into you. His night were often filled with thoughts of you.

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"There are three buildings we must sweep before we can gain that intel from the final mark. One of those buildings containing hostages." Ghost states as he stands in the centre of the room, pointing at the board, packed full of information you are all familiar with about this mission, a drug cartel holding a politicians child hostage, nothing you hadn't seen before. The giant man commanding everyone attention in the room. "One way of going about this recovery would be to take the two building either side of the one containing the hostage and move in, pincer style. Trapping them in and forcing them inside of the house for a quick sweep and hostage recovery" He finishes, looking at the faces around the room assuring the understand.

"Now, can anyone else tell me another way that this mission could successfully be executed" he asks, god he sounds like a fucking teacher. A hand goes up. Great "Private Decker" Decker was a dick, an aggressive and reckless recruit, far too trigger happy for his own good. He was also rather aware of Ghosts favouritism for you, and a bit salty about it too.

"No need to capture those two buildings, they only have 10 men in the hostage building, send five of us up one stair case and five up the other, the building would be cleared in seconds" He states confidently

"Negative, that plan wouldn't work. Extraction would then be a problem, no way of safely getting a heli to that building meaning we have to leave the way we came in, by that time those two buildings will be aware of our position, leaving us open from each side to enemy fire" Ghost sighs, and Decker's face drops completely as anger graces his features, you can clearly see he's embarrassed by Ghost complete deconstruction of his plan.

"Private Y/L/N? Got any ideas" Ghost asks you, ignoring the three other recruits who had their hands up, picking on you, sat in the corner with your hand down. He knew you would have an answer, you always do.

"Divide and conquer. Hit all three buildings at the same time so they don't have the chance to think about what happens, 4 men head into the hostage building, taking the left staircase as its more secluded. Shouldn't need more that 4 for that building, then send three men each to the other two buildings, maybe waiting just a minute so that the two buildings are focused on the attack on the middle one, that way their men scramble, and as they are less armed 3 men per building should be able to take them out with ease."

"Correct, very well done private Y/L/N, a perfect example." He stated after considering your answer for a minute. He looked directly at you, gracing you with his eye contact that not many were so lucky to receive. 'Good girl' is what he really wanted to say, wanted to see if he could make you squirm. Wanted to give you something in return for making his life so easy.

Decker scoffs, rolling his eyes. Audibly sharing his displeasure.

"A problem Private?" Ghost asks, turning his attention to the young man, now he had Ghosts eye contact as well, just not in the most desirable way. The air was thick for a few seconds as he stood with no response before shaking his head 'no'. Allowing Ghost to move on.

This isn't the only time something like this has happened, when doing training and Ghost isn't as close by he doesn't mind sharing how disgusted he feels that the lieutenant has a soft spot for you.

And you knew that you were going to have to deal with the same problem today.

Your trainer padding quietly along the training room floor as you head over to the treadmill. Ghost stands in a corner of the room, basically one with the shadows as he watches everyone, his eyes scanning the room, watching stances and techniques. Not shy of shouting out to correct anyone. His eyes fly across the room, soon landing on you who was already staring at him. He gives you a quick nod before looking else where.

Of course you were staring, its a bit hard not to. He stood out in more ways than one, but you cant help but feel drawn in by his mystery. You knew you would feel this way the first day you saw him. The huge burly giant in the middle of the room, and you knew you wanted to make a good impression, trying your hardest whenever you could feel his eyes on you. You wanted to please him, make his life easier. He always seemed to troubled, you never wanted to add to that.

Now slowly walking on the treadmill as a warm up, you fiddle with the buttons, setting you incline and pace before putting in your headphones.

Not more than a minute later you peace is soon interrupted as you see Decker appear in your side view. Great.

You can tell he's talking to you, but your doing your best to ignore him, but he's now waving a sweaty hand in front of your face. Frustrated you sigh as you stop your walk and take out your headphones, disappointed that you are about to listen to what he has to say.

"What the fuck do you want Decker?"

"oh come on princess, don't be like that. I've just got a question for you." He stands, a smug smirk on his face.

"what, hurry up?" Arms crossed over your chest as you look at him expectantly. Not really wanting to hear whatever bullshit he has to say, but wanting him out of you presence as soon as possible

He now leans down, whispering to you, and your skin crawls as you feel his breath on your ear. you feel terribly uncomfortable "so what kind of services is Ghost getting for him to be treating you like this?" You try and lean away from him, but its to no success

"what do you mean?" You asked confused, what does he mean services.

"well do you just suck his cock or do you let him fuck you as well?" He whispers once more and you feel sick. How could such a vulgar person be let into a place like this

You scoff at him "you're disgusting" you say walking away across the room to the exit. You no longer even wanted to be in a room with him. You get to the middle of the room before he catches up to you, grabbing your arm. "Get the fuck off"

What Decker had failed to realise is Ghost has been watching this exchange intently. ever since Decker got close to his rookie he's been studying the exchange, stalking through the room, past other recruits, getting closer and closer

"what? you're telling me he actually likes you, not a chance. And if he's getting some, I want some too. I'll even pay you for it."

"Fuck off, seriously. You're a pig." You say pulling against his grip which has gotten spiteful, tightening now to the point where his fingers are digging into your skin, it hurts.

Now its not like you couldn't escape Decker's easily. But he was significantly stronger than you, and even if you escaped he might catch you again, making a scene and allowing him to announce to everyone else his accusation. While it was untrue, an accusation like that would need to be investigated if one of the recruits happened to snitch. IT would matter less if you were an member of the force, but as you aren't it pulls into question if Ghost was biased in his decision making

"Don't be a bitch, alright. I'm asking nicely. Just because you fucked your way to the top doesn't make you better than me." he sneers now, clearly getting aggravated that you seem so repelled by him

"that's enough" All of a sudden the light behind Decker is eclipsed as you see Ghost towering over him from behind. Instant relief washed over you.

"hey fuck off mate, I'm having a conversation." Decker dismisses, not yet aware of he was speaking to

"Not sure who you think you are talking to Private but the only thing that you'll be doing is letting go of her arm." Ghost rumbles from above him

"lieutenant, uh- we were just talking." Decker whips his head around so fast he might have got whiplash. HIs grip on you arm is immediately released and you take a step back, holding onto the skin where his finger once were

"I don't think that Private Y/L/N is interested in having a conversation with you right now. But I am more than happy. So please, try and grab me like that." You watched this exchange carefully. Ghost was amazing right now, his power over the situation left you staring in awe. You would be lying if you said it wasn't attractive

"lieutenant I'm sorry." Decker is basically shaking before him now.

"I didn't as you to be sorry, I told you to try and grab me like that."

"what..?"

"If I have to repeat myself again, you will be leaving the selection process private."

With a shaking arm Decker reaches slowly for Ghost arm, his hand only touching the fabric of Ghosts clothes before he is completely flipped onto the ground, lying on his stomach with ghost bending his arm at an unnatural angle. He screams out in pain and everyone is now stopped and staring at what is happening.

"Did I tell anyone to stop working?" GHosts voice booms through the room, and the recruits scuffle back to their machines, taking small glances as decker cries out.

"Listen closely Private. You are now eliminated from the selection process, you are to leave here by Monday. If you so much as utter another word to my rookie, or make her uncomfortable by throwing yourself over her, I will ensure that you leave here in med evac. Do I make myself clear?" He growled

My Rookie.

My Rookie.

It echoed in your mind. You were his Rookie, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him holding Decker down with such ease. You would be lying if you said you weren't increadibly turned on right now. You always had a slight crush on Ghost, just by the fact he was an older authority figure. You loved how he controlled every situation he was in, but when he was slightly softer with you, you were done for. And seeing him act like this was just making it worse.

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Simon stormed out of the training room soon after that exchange, barking to everyone that training was over for the day. That left you stood there in shock of everything that had just happened.

You wanted to speak to Ghost, check on him. But you didn't know if he was in the right headspace for it, so you just left him. Heading back to you room for the rest of the day, there wasn't much else for you to do. All you do was think.

Think about him. That look in his eyes when he heard what Decker was saying. The way he dwarfed him. How strong he was. How he called you his. His Rookie.

Fuck.

You couldn't do anything but think of him, couldn't even sleep.

Thoughts of him constantly replaying in your mind.

You decided you weren't going to bother just lying there if you couldn't sleep, you would go on a walk around the base, its big enough for it to take you a while, maybe by that point thoughts of him will be gone.

Throwing on an oversized shirt and some short you grabbed you fluffy slippers and starded gently padding you way around the various hallways.

You were walking for a while now, but yet still not long enough. You decided that mabye some press air would be a good idea as you ventured through the training room which had a balcony, no a grand luxurious balcony, but a small one that peaked over just enough to be something nice. A sight into the night sky.

You were stood there for a few minutes, just looking at the stars before you hear the doors open oncemore.

And there he was, just the man you were avoiding.

There ghost stood, cigarette in hand. His mask still on, but the balaclava version, and he was the most casually dresses you had ever seen him, just a t-shirt and some joggers. It was strange to see so much of him, but you definitely didnt mind.

Your eyes wandering to his huge arms, flattered nicely by the shirt he was wearing, eyes travelling down to his forearm, he tattoo now completely exposed, you couldn't help but stare for a few seconds

It was silent for a moment while you both stared at each other, his eyes skimming over you slightly exposed figure

"you know you're not supposed to light them until you actually outside" you joked to the man who was already half way through his cigarette.

No reaction from him, he looks away as you speak and your heart drops a little bit. He obviously wasn't wanting to see you "I'll leave you be." he says, going to turn and leave through the door again but you stop him

"no!-" you clear your throat slightly, conscious at how desperate that sounded as his head whipped back around to you, facing your outburst "you can stay, I don't mind"

Slowly he moved so that he's stood next to you, pulling up the bottom of his mask slightly to take a quick drag of his cigarette. YOu try your hardest not to star at the exposed skin you'd just seen, snapping your head forewards so you don't invade his privacy.

"so, uhm, you okay after earlier? You left in a bit of a hurry. Thank you for dealing with Decker, I don't know what had gotten into him" You rambled, desperately trying to fill the silence that had taken over you both.

"I know what came over him" ghost mumbles, still refusing to look at you when he spoke

"sir?" you asked confsued at to what he meant

"fuck" he laughed out, sounding in disbelief. "Stop it." his voice deeper now, seemingly frustrated with something, with what you couldn't quite understand.

"Stop what sir?"

"Stop that, calling me sir!" he snaps now, facing you. his eyes deep and dark as they stare into yours, almost boring a whole into your head with the intensity of his stare, his chest heaviing slightly.

"So you don't want me to call you sir?" you question, truly confused as to why he was acting so strange.

"No! That not what i fucking meant. I mean just stopbeing so fucking good." he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. "Decker just managed to see what you fucking can't"

you stand there confused, staring at the man infront of you, wanting to see where he was going with this. You were stood in silence for a few seconds before you responded "what might that be sir?"

"That I can't stop fucking thinking about you. All the time, you're on my mind." He said, taking a few steps forward, standing over you now, dwarfing you. "And it took everything in me not to kill the prick where he stood when he was asking you those questions, asking if he could have something from you, my Rookie"

Your heart was basically pumping out of your chest now, you breath caught in your throat. The confession leaving you feeling dazed, you never realising how intensely he must have felt about you, almost as much as you cared for him. His confession music to your ears, leaving your brain to short circuit for the moment.

"Lieutenant..." You breath out as he throws his cigarette off of the balcony, gripping your waist with both hands, pulling you close to him now.

You can even think in this moment, everything in your body telling you to kiss the man in front of you. Your hands slowly rise to his face, pulling oh so gently at the bottom of his mask, watching for any signs that you have crossed a line. You pull the mask up just above his nose, tracing you fingers over the scar he has on the left side of his mouth.

Wrapping your arms around his back you press your lips into his, the kiss hungry and needy. Neither of you slowing down for breath. His hands gripping your waist tightly, rubbing up and down your side, causing goose bumps to prickle on your skin. His soft lips hungrily chasing yours, dominating the kiss. One of his hands soon travelling up to grip your hair, releasing a breathy whimper from you, and a smirk from him. For a second he pulls away, leaving you both panting as he suggests you maybe continue this in a more secluded area. "My room or yours?"

"Rookie? you there" he asks again and you feel your cheeks flushed, that kiss completely distracting you. You can feel your lips are probably red and swollen "uh yours"

He takes you by the hand, leading you back to his room. Both of you trying to be as quiet as possible, not needing to draw any unecesarry attention to yourselves.

Not even a second after he has you in his room he's pinning you against the wall, kissing you neck. All he wants to do is hear your little noises, but he cant risk anyone else hearing them either

"Quiet little one, can have anyone else know can we?" he pulls away, looking into your eyes, waiting for a response. You bite your lip, shaking your head no. That was definetly going to be a challenge

That cocky smirk from earlier appears again as he lifts your shirt off of you, now focusing his attention on your hard nipples. He couldn't risk leaving marks on your neck where someone could see them, but he could do as he pleased on the parts of you that would be kept hidden.

He had to, you were his. He needed to mark you in some way. His mouth sucking on one breast while his hand massaged the other, rolling over your sensetive nipple. Your skin tingling with a buzz of pleasure, a promise of whats to come.

His teeth bite and nibble gently, pulling little whimpers and squeals out of you that you try to quiet as best you can, his gorgeous eyes staring up at you while he marks you tits. You can already see numerous marks starting to form. "please sir" you can help but whisper out, and you feel his movements stop.

"say it again"

"please sir"

"fucking tease" he mutters before ridding himself of his shirt as well "now why don't you show me how good my little rookie can be for me."

Without second thought you lower yourself to your knees in front of him and simon literally has to tell himself not to let out a groan. This is what he meant when he called you perfect.

"always so easy to please, what a good girl." you swear the praise went straight to your cunt. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, purely turned on by the thought that yoou were makng him happy. You loved to see that proud look in his eye

Right now Ghost stood, towering over your lowered frame, looking like some kind of evil god as he was illuminated by a small lamp he had turned on in the backgroud. He looked positively breathtaking. Even as you wrok him out of his joggers you cant help but stare up at him, meeting his gaze as he looks down on you. His hand showing his power over you as it held a tight grip on your hair

He's already hard, red tip leaking ever so slightly with precum as you spit into your hand to begin pumping him. He was big, and thick and to be honest his dick matched his energy. It was a statement.

You pump him a few more times in your hand before you start to take him in your mouth, just starting with the tip, lightly sucking on the tip. His hand pulling on your hair lightly, and you were glad to know that you were having an effect on him. Slowly you take him deeper, edging him in inch by inch as much as you can take, shamelessly looking up at him through your lashes, not wanting to miss a single thing. His hand follows the consistent bobbing of your head up and down his length, his hips bucking slightly when his tip hits the back of your throat. You try your best not to gag around him, reminding yourself to breath through your nose as you take him as deep as you can a few times, relishing in how he lets out little groans and his eyes flicker shut

"So good for me sweetheart, jus like that" His grip becomes more demanding now as he forces himself slightly deeper down your throat, your hands gripping at his thighs as he uses you, still going gently enough that you can breath. You suck on him tirelessly, your hand working whichever part of him your mouth couldn't, his constant whispers of praise encouraging you to carry. You let him fuck your throat as his pace increases now an his thrusts get harsher, you could tell he was holding back before, but as his orgasm approaches he can't help but lose control. His hips trying to stop from being to harsh, but his hand using you, pushing you deeper and deeper down his length. Spit and precum covering you face as he continues his thrusts and you can tell he must be close. You do your best to swallow around him and the groan he lets out shows you its working. A deep rumble from his chest as he watches you oh so intently before releasing. His cum filling you mouth, you swallow it all, not thinking second about it, like its second nature. And you start to wonder if it is just part of your nature to please him.

His hand comes down from your hair to gently wipe at your chin, his chest heaving with every deep breath he took. He gently pulled you up from your feet before once more puling you into a bruising kiss. It was a completing feeling, both of you finally being able to be open about your care for each other, bodies wanting each other.

With little effort he picks you up, placing you on his bed, finally getting rid of your shorts. Your body shivers with thoughts of what he's about to do.

He's looking down at you now, like a predator pleased with its final kill. His eyes tracing over you, devouring you before his hands could get to it. You felt exposed in a way, underneath his intense gaze, being so open for him while half of his face is till being covered by the mask. But at the same time the sensation was freeing, handing yourself over to him, allowing him to make decision and take control, you can tell he craves it, craves the power.

His fingers dip down, greeting your aching cunt. His thick digits tracing through your wetness, swiping through your folds in almost awe, his eyes flickering up every now and then when you let out a breathy gasp. You can hear him muttering to himself about god knows what, you think something like 'waited so long' but you brain is slowly melting away with each stroke of his fingers.

Soon his fingers travel inside of you, him watching almost fascinated, pumping a single finger inside you. Slowly and gently as he tries to gauge your reaction, the breathy whimper you let out isn't sufficient for him, he wants you crying out, he wants to have to silence you with his own hand because you can't quiet yourself, maybe even gag you on his fingers.

A second finger is added, that's better, he think. Your biting your bottom lip, little noises peaking out every now and then. Almost admiring you, he couldn't help but study your face with every move he made, watching your nose scrunch, your eyes squeeze shut, your hips that chased the movement of his fingers, and how they tried to escape him when he would run his thumb over your clit. you were at his mercy, to do with as he pleased.

a third finger added, he wanted to test you "lieutenant please!"

my god he was successful

You were writhing and bucking, his fingers unrelenting. You could hear how wet you were, and you knew his hand would be soaked with you, but you couldn’t dare look. Not when you were so close to an orgasm, you were sure that a single glance at the man in front of you would send you over the edge. You could feel the ache in your body, screaming for release.

“ come on sweetheart, come for me” he almost whispers to you, but you can hear him. Listening so intently to every word he says, every breath, gasp and groan. It was like you were trained to obey him, you couldn’t not.

With his command you finally come to your release. The indescribable feeling of relief, like you’d been holding this in for years. The scream you let out was almost pornographic as despite your sensitive state, simons fingers continued their pumping. You eyes screwed shut as you sing his name. God you felt complete now.

His eyes never leaving your form as it wiggles and squirms. He felt complete, the pressure of not being able to touch you finally releasing. He’d claimed you now. You were his

“Think you can handle my cock now sweetheart hmm? be a good girl for me?”

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Part two? xoxoxo

#ghost cod #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #cod smut

[manmuncher777]

Captain price x neighbour!reader

i hate this, but enjoy. Please feel free to send in ideas/ requests.

warnings - smut lol

you're his younger neighbour, he noticed you moved in a few days ago. he saw you moving boxes and bits but he was gone each time before you could introduce yourself. attractive young girl, he thought. but last thing he needed was someone in his business he came across as the type of person who liked to keep to himself

you didnt see much of the mystery man who lived on your right, he left in the early morning and got back later at night. you were introduced to everyone else except him.

you were determined to make a good impression, there was no reason why he could have a problem. John got in about an hour ago, a small knock heard on his door.

there you were, cute little dress holding a bottle of wine and a small bunch of flowers, sweet. you looked like you were there to pick him up for a date

he was holding the door open, bicep flexing slightly and you couldn’t help but stare

looking down at the smiling girl before him holding out the flowers "for you"

"thanks" was the only thing he could think to say in the moment, still a bit confused, but he took them none the less

"I'm you're new neighbour and I just haven't been able to catch you yet so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm y/n"

shit, he thought. He could tell he was going to have a tough time ignoring you "John, nice to meet you" he held his hand out

fucking hell, he was hot. fuck- his voice you took his hand shaking it, secretly screaming about how big and rough his hands felt in comparison to yours

you forget you had the wine "oh yeah! I got this for you, I didnt know what you like but this is personal favourite of mine, I know it's good"

he let out a chuckle at your slight awkwardness

john stood there for a minute contemplating with wine and flowers in hand but your sweet perfume was clouding his judgement and that dress, the neckline... that really wasn't helping

he couldnt help a quick glance at your tits, god they looked good. he prayed you didnt notice

you did

"you wanna come in and help me finish this" he asks

fuck yes

hours later and glasses of wine later you're on top of him straddling him on his couch

your dress pulled below your tits and his shirt thrown somewhere behind you as your hand worked on his buttons

his rough hands kneading your tits, grabbing your hips

any good judgement from him was gone, that look in your eye and the way you kept staring at his lips made sure of that

you're kissing him hard, teeth clashing, trying to drink each other in.

he lets out small grunts each time you roll your hips into his, even more reason to do so. his hands grabbing at your hips, moving you at a constant pace, trying to get those breathy whimpers from you

he'd work one of his hands under your dress and into your panties while the other worked your tits running his finger through your fold and groaning at how soaked you were

he goes to slip a finger in but you weren't about to miss this opportunity

you slither down his land and fall to your knees in front of him

he looks down at you, legs spread and hair disheveld from your hands

your hands making quick work of his belt

his hand resting on your head the whole time while he watches you

"fuck- there you go. take it all" "little slut, fucking her neighbour she only just met" "just like that"

those comments only making you work harder, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, your hand working the rest

he'd hold your head while he came, his head tilting up towards the ceiling and hips bucking into your throat

he pull you up into a heated kiss straight after when he finally fucks you he'd have you bent over, on all fours

he'd rub the tip between your fold and over your clit until you were begging for it "fuck, john please" "say it again" "please john, fuck me"

he'd thrust in all at once, you had soaked both of you so it was easy enough

you both simultaneously moan

his pace was steady but hard, heaving breathing from each thrust

"yeah, you like that, is this what you wanted. just wanted to be fucked huh?" he breathes in your ear

he'd be whispering the filthiest shit just to hear you whine

his stamina is unreal he hasn't faltered once he'd be practically splitting you in half, your holding into the couch for grip

his name falling from your lips like a prayer

"fucking hell, squeezing me- you close sweetheart?"

all you could do was nod your head

one of his hands would creep down to rub your clit, he wanted to get you there. you deserved it

"that's it, good girl" "cmon, give it to me" his hair is in his face, his skin is covered in a small sheen of sweat. his hands gripping onto you for dear life

his groaning in your ear about how good you're doing for him sends you over the edge. eyes rolling back, body shivering.

you best bet he's fucking you through it before cumming himself

you're squeezing him so tight and he just cant help himself. he finishes inside of you, hips finally slowing, chest rumbling with a deep groan.

"fucking hell, well that was certainly a warm welcome"

#cod smut #captain john price #john price smut #john price x reader #cod fanfic #captain price smut

[manmuncher777]

if i don’t have a military tattoo artist detective professional fighter professor bank robber villain hero billionaire mafia boyfriend to dick me down in the next FIVE MINUTES i’m ending it all.

[manmuncher777]

Mornings|John Price Smut

a/n - once again i want to say a huge thankyou for all of the love on my posts. it means a lot. i’m surprised i’ve been able to produce so much work at the moment, and it might slow down within the coming days. but PLEASE feel free to send me ideas. i love writing someone else’s thoughts.

Warnings - smut, oral fem receiving, pet names, v light overstimulation, fem reader

You hated mornings, you honestly couldn't stand them, if it were possible you would sleep all day and be awake at night. Mornings always made you feel shit, that was until you met John Price, to say he made them a little bit better would be an understatement.

So there he was. 8:37 in the morning, eating you out like a starved man. Head under your white linnen covers as he gets to work. His tongue twisted and turned through your folds as your hands had a grip on his short tufts of hair. His huge hands on either sides of your hips, keeping you still in the position of his liking so he could really get his job done. See John didn't mind mornings, he didn't see anything wrong with them, his time the military always caused him to be awake super early and he didn't always sleep easy, he would often find himself staring at you in the morining, admiring you for hours while you slept, he would watch your chest raise and fall with every breath, always checking you were real, and that you were ok.

soemtimes he didn't want to take his eyes off of you incase you might dissapear and leave his grasp forver

He knew how much you hated mornings, so sometimes John liked to give you something nice to wake up to. The fact that he enjoyed it as well was just a bonus.

"John, Fuck!" you moaned out as your back arched off of the bed, your voice strained as it was the first time it was being used that morning. The goosebumps rising on your skin caused you whole body to shiver, the pleasure tingling all the way up your spine

he was completely under the covers, his hands on either sides of your hips using them as anchors to pull himself further into your pussy, his nose bumping your clit with each movement. Everything was so intense, feeling all of this at once as soon as you had woken up had tears already springing in your eyes.

John had you sprawled out on the bed, legs draped over his shoulders as your hair is all over place and your hands searching for something to grip, the bedding beside your head wasn’t cutting it. That was the only negative of John being under the s was that could couldn’t pull on his hair, something you enjoyed. And so did he.

You also didn’t get to have his gorgeous eyes staring up at you while he ate you like he was your last meal, it made the moment that much better

You take all your concentration into sitting up far enough to push the covers onto the floor, deciding you much preferred it when you would actually see your husband.

“happy to see me sweetheart?” he mocks, smirking as you feel relieved to be able to see his face

He didn’t even give you a second to respond before diving straight back in, his tongue eagerly lapping at your folds, before moving slightly further down the fuck your with his tongue and let his nose do the work on your clit, after all he knew how much you liked that. John knew everything that just made your body tick in the right way, he knew you inside out.

Your hands now happy with their new found home tugged in his dark hair causing him to groan into you, the vibrations only making the feeling more intense.

“oh God”

“not God, just John sweetheart”

If he wasn’t making you feel like your body was on fire in the best way possible, you would’ve slapped him on the back of the head for being a smart ass. But seeing as the only thing you could say was his name and a string of curses, you weren’t exactly in a position to be talking back

Your hips were grinding into his face as you could feel yourself getting closer to that point of release and he could tell too. his focussed on your clit, his tongue flicking over the bundle of never as he sucked on it. he knew it was working but the squeals you were letting out

”John- i’m so close’

“i know, i know sweetheart. cmon now, give it to me”

he needed it, he needed it just as much as you did. that thought sent you over the edge

the only thing coming from you mouth was John’s name as you sung his praise. only he could make you feel this good.

he didn’t stop, he helped you ride out your high, he wasn’t finished until he had drunk you all in and you were pushing his head from overstimulation.

“well good morning to you too” you said, after finally catching your breath

#captain john price #cod smut #john price smut #john price x reader #cod fanfic

[manmuncher777]

Simon is such a sassy little shit in bed and u can’t change my mind.

“oh sweetheart, what would the rest of the team say if they heard the filth coming from your mouth hmm?” he was currently knuckle deep inside of your cunt after you had basically dragged him out of the team meeting you were both in. He had been busy most of the morning, leaving before you got a chance to give him a proper good morning, not to mention he just happened to have on of those days where he looked extra good. You had pounced on him the second you got him back to your room. “Not so talkative now, wheres my smart girl gone?” Simon of course was as pleased with himself as ever, ego highly inflated, his thick digits pumped in and out of your pussy, covered in your slick. His hand practically glistened. Your hand gripped onto him tightly as your mouth remain open in a silent scream, only letting out breathy whines and gasps “fuck simon, more please” “more? feeling a bit greedy today sweetheart are we?” he chuckled at you, his thumb moving to your cunt, finding your clit and focusing on the bundle of nerves, rubbing in tight circles. He let out a deep groan at the sensation of you clenching around his fingers. His fingers were unrelenting, brushing up against that spot inside of you that your own fingers failed to reach. His other hand gripping your breast, rubbing his fingers over your sensitive nipple, anything he can do to get you closer. “Simon please” you cried “please what darling? come on, use that pretty little head of yours” “please fuck me”

“thought you’d never ask”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #cod smut

[manmuncher777]

One more | Simon ghost Riley smut blurb

A/n: just want to say a huge thank you to the love on my last posts. 400 notes on my first smut? That’s amazing. The love from cod men lovers is amazing. ❤️❤️

warnings - overstim. Smut. P in V

“C'mon baby, one more." The hand wrapped around your throat tightens

"I can't" you squeal, trying your hardest to run away from him, trying to get away from his merciless thrusts, but his grip is too tight. The hand on your hip was gripping you so tight you were sure there was going to be big finger shaped bruises, but that wasn't a bad things. A sign of ownership which you would wear with pride.

And his grip on your throat, well that was intoxicating, you wanted Simon Riley as your personal necklace at all times, there was something almost comforting in the dominant position.

"Don't try and run away now sweetheart, where was that big girl attitude from earlier. not so bratty now are you?" He asked you, pulling you up but your neck so your back was arching against his heaving chest. He knew you were too far gone to speak but it was always fun to tease you.

In that moment you were fully absorbed by Simon. He was hitting so deep inside you that you were certain you would be able to feel him for days on end. His brutal pace left you shaking, his hips snapping into yours as he put his whole weight behind his thrusts. You were a mess, drool was spilling slightly from your lips as you mumbled incoherant words of pleasure, your oh so beautiful eyeliner was now smeared all across your face, your eyes rolled back and your toes curled.

Simon had never seen you look so hopeless yet beautiful, all you could do was try and meet his rough thrusts. You don't know how many times you had cum, you had lost count. Too many was for sure as your body screamed for a break, but you mind also craved that bittersweet release as your abused cunt takes all that it is given.

"C'mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and give it to me. Please, need to see you cum one more time, need to remind you who you belong to." he mumbles in your ear, his speech slurred and rushed with pleasure as his warm lips graze over your neck. All you can do is let out a pathetic whimper in response, which didn't go unnoticed by Simon as a smirk graced his features

You felt white hot, like you were on fire. But your body couldn't help but obey Simon, like it was your true nature.

The hand on your hip now travelled round and down to the wet mess in between your thighs to rub at your puffy clit. The sensation making your hips jerk and you cry out.

"atta girl, almost there." he encourages you as he can feel you tightening around you as the edge nears. You writhe in his grip but still, the hand around your throat never falters, squeezing you just right that you feel like you are floating. Just enough to enhance every feeling that passes through your body. That knot building in your stomach once more, you can do nothing but take what Simon gives you, the kisses on the neck, the fast rubs of his fingers, the whispers of filth in your ear, it all tips you over the edge. The knot finally snaps and you cum, hard. All you can feel is Simon, all you can moan is his name as his hips finally rut into yours, as he finishes inside you. Slowly bringing you down for each of your highs, his hand finally releases your throat as you both lay there. Basking in each other's presence.

"well done sweetheart”

#Simon Riley #simon ghost Riley #Simon Riley smut #ghost smut #ghost cod #cod smut

[manmuncher777]

Captain Price smut :)

a/n: cheeky little filler from my old acc

"Where's that big girl attitude from earlier, huh?"

Quite simple really, gone. It's rather hard to concentrate on being a brat when a 6'2 machine of a man has 2 fingers inside you, pumping at an inhumane speed. his thick fingers stretching you out, hitting that spot inside you that just had your toes curling and your eyes rolling back. "John!" was all you could say in response, he was the only thing on your mind in that moment. His hand was covered in your slick as you sat between his huge thighs, you back to his chest. He was keeping you trapped, there was no escape. His fingers sliding in and out of you with ease while the palm of his hand was bumping you clit with each thrust, each jolt of pleaser leaving you quivering in hips lap, you skin prickling.

"oh come on love, you had a lot more to say earlier"

if you weren't in your current situation, you would have probably had something smart to say in response, but he had you under his complete control.

"look at you, making a mess all over my fingers like a little slut"

your hand grabbed at his forearm, trying to slow the brutal pace he had set, mouth falling open as your eyes rolled back. "is that it sweetheart, are you a little slut?"

"fuck- yes" You couldn't help but respond, anything for him, you were anything for him.

"yeah that's what I thought, just a little slut that needs putting in her place"

Your could tell your face would be flushed from humiliation and Price would probably be smirking at that, but you couldn't care in that moment, he had now moved his hand, his thumb rubbing tight circles on you clit as he could feel you tightening around his thick digits. You could feel that familiar roll of pleasure in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting close. John could tell too, just by looking at the way you moved underneath him.

Your breathy moans were the only signal he needed to know that you were close, you back arching up off of him, trying to chase that pleasure but his other hand came and pinned your hips down, leaving you writhing against him, your squeals encouraging him to keep going. He couldnt help but let out a groan at the feeling of you squeezing him so tight, practically sucking him back in. The expert movement of his hand and gruff voice in your ears had you over the edge in seconds, moaning his name like a prayer to the gods

"atta girl"

#captain john price #john price smut #john price x reader #john price

[manmuncher777]

How You Deserve | JOHN PRICE

words - 5k

warnings - smut, unprotected, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, slight degradation, cheating?

a/n: huge thankyou so much to @sky-is-the-limit for allowing me to use her idea, it's helped kickstart my writing again on a fresh account. I do plan on writing more, definitely. I am just a very slow paced writer. But I put a lot of effort into this and hope it lived up to what you imagined. This is the idea she had.

MDNI!!!

Apartment 138 b 

Your apartment. 139 b was John's. 

He told you to call him John when you first met, and you couldn’t think of another name since. You had lived there for just under 5 months now and seeing your neighbour every now and then was a blessing. 

God the man was attractive, you always loved an older man, and my god does he pull it off well. When you first met he offered to help you move the rest of your things, and who were you to decline such an offer, watching his muscles flex and he picked up boxes. He even told you to call if you had an issue - giving you his number for ‘emergencies’. The little graze of his hand against your made you wonder if you could use it for more than that. 

And of course you did call, one day when your sink wouldn’t stop dripping. you knew just the man to call, and when he came over you made sure to take great care of him.

You may have spent the afternoon cleaning your whole apartment before getting dressed up, but not to the point where it would have been noticeable. Just enough that you hoped you might catch his attention.

“Thank you so much once again John” you said as you moved about your kitchen, past the man under your sink. Your eyes not being able to resist travelling over that part of his exposed torso as he was under you sink. His shirt riding up with every movement of his arms, just enough to tease you. You bit your lip at the sight.

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me so much, it’s fine honestly. I'm happy to help, gets me out of the house” he joked, tinkering about with all sorts of tools, you leaned over the counter, watching as his forearms flexed with each twist of the wrench.

Fuck... those pet names he gave you always left you fangirling. He made you blush like a little school girl.

“wow, and here’s me thinking you had a wild night life”

he chuckles as you can’t help but smile at the sound, god even his laugh was sexy, and you wish you could see the smile on his face.

“Not me, the wildest I get is staying up past 10 on a weekday.”

“I'm shocked, I thought you would be a man of the night, getting up to all kinds of mischief, bringing women home and going down to the pub.” You fake shock, secretly you were just doing this to find out more about him. Find out if he had a girlfriend that was lucky enough to have him.

“Nope” he laughed once more “no wild women of the night for me”

‘awh dammit, that’s my chance blown then”

“well I do believe in second chances love." he says after a moments silence. He gets up from under the sink, standing with you counter top in between you both. His aftershave wafting towards you with his movements, drawing you in.

"lucky me then..." You say just above a whisper as you stare up at the man in front of you. God.

What you wouldn't do to jump over the counter and drag him to bed with you, wrapping your arms over his broad shoulders and dragging your hands over his muscular back. You felt jealous of your sink pipes for a second, realising that they got to feel his hands and you didn't.

But sadly he bid you a good night, letting you know he was just a call away if you needed help with anything. You watched after him as he walked out of your door and into his own.

You planned on breaking lots of stuff around the house to get him back round.

You saw him all the time, you would sometimes go out and plan to arrive the same time that he did, you soon figured out he was some kind of military man, and watching him walk by you in his uniform was a sight to behold, you would 'accidentally' drop your keys in order to prolong the time you could see him. You would exchange pleasantries and smiles whenever you saw each other, but you always noticed his stare lingering on you, and you never minded. To be fair, you practically undressed the man with your eyes whenever he returned home in his uniform. The sound of his boots against the stairs up your complex would leave you skin tingling.

In the mornings when he was due to leave for work you would be outside if your house in skimpy nightwear, getting your mail and wishing him a good day at work.

He was convinced that he actually had a better day at work on those mornings that he saw you. God he wouldn't even let you out of the apartment looking like that, he would keep you wrapped up in his arms in bed, risking being late to work for a few more minutes. He had to practically force himself to keep walking past and not stand and stare. But you were so sweet, practically inviting him in.

You were also so pleasant to him, he remembers having to correct you every time you called him 'Mr Price' and act like it didnt turn him on. You always dressed so nicely whenever he was round, wearing tops with necklines that complimented your breasts, or tight fitting skirts. And the smell of your perfume whenever he some over is almost intoxicating, its as if you sprayed some right before he came through the door (you did).

He was tempted to break something each time he was round so he had another reason to come back, he liked having you fawn over him. Asking him about his job, making him tea, giving him cookies to take back with him. And the way you would look up at him and rub his arm as he told you to call him if there was any thing you needed. And as he looked down at you, his mind couldnt help but wander.

Holding your stare he wondered if you would keep the same eye contact with him whilst you were sucking his cock, or he imagined if those pretty eyes would screw shut if he was eating you pussy. He had to shake himself out of it, walking away with lusty eyes and pants that felt significantly tighter than before.

Now you did have a boyfriend. kind of. a weird relationship with a guy you met a few months ago, he was a friend of a friend. You didn’t mind him, he filled the void and while you felt bad that it wasn’t a true relationship, you knew he felt a similar way. You could see his eyes wander and he’s always been rather secretive. A few times you have suspected cheating, but honestly couldn’t bother yourself with the drama. You didnt love him, and he didnt love you. simple. He served a purpose, or he did. He's started to not do so well in serving that purpose recently.

So there you lay, wishing you had spent the evening calling John over to fix the shower, instead you had your boyfriend rather aggressively trying to rub your clit, and failing rather miserably.

He had never been great at sex, but as of recently you kept having to question why you would invite him round, he never got better.

"you like that? yeah? you like my huge cock. It's big right?" okay. overstatement.

He thrust in and out of you hard and fast, clearly focused on chasing his own pleasure, his average - not huge - cock was not doing much for you. "so big inside you huh?" he questioned again, his rubbing not slowing down, neither his thrusts. You let out a lacklustre moan, hoping the quiz about the size of his penis would stop. You tried to be in the moment, but it wasn't really working. He had you in missionary, he wasn't even looking at you and to be honest, you were almost bored. He wasn't here for you, he was here for himself.

It left you questioning why you even let him come over "a bit to the left" you tried to ask him, guiding his hand with your own, but he wasn't really interested. Hardly paying attention. a few seconds later his thumb moving back to where it was before. no where near you clit.

"oh fuck- gonna cum" he splutters out, pushing all his weight onto you

God why didnt you call John. Of course he was on your mind right now.

Suddenly you felt embarrassed, he could probably hear this absolute shit show. You had days where you could hear his tv through your shared wall, and you realised he could probably hear this.

That embarrassment was soon replaced with another feeling when you got a little idea in your head.

"oh FUCK" you let out a nearly pornographic moan that even had your boyfriend snapping his head to look at you. You were fully aware that your bedroom wall was the shared wall between you and John.

"that feel good, feel it deep inside you?" oh god you were encouraging him. You just hoped John could hear this, because otherwise you would be boosting your boyfriends ego for no reason.

"soo good, fuck yes. right there. oh my god" you kept on, moaning loader and louder, practically squealing and screaming. "Sooo big!" God you actually had to try not to laugh at yourself.

This clearly excited your boyfriend as his thrusts sped up even more, a few seconds later and he was cumming with a load noise. You of course pretended you had cum too, putting on your best performance yet.

"oh fuck, yes yes yes gonna cum, OH, oh fuck" you squealed. Having to slap your hand over you mouth to stop a laugh following. John couldnt have not heard that. In fact you think the whole apartment building heard it.

Your boyfriend practically crushing you under you weight now, feeling rather proud of himself. He then leaves nothing but a few minutes later, of course. Not bothering to check on you. God you really needed to break up with him.

After cleaning yourself up and getting into some comfy clothes you decided you needed some fresh air, to try and get the captain out of your mind. You swear the say he told that he was a captain you almost exploded, got to love an authority figure as well. He just kept getting better and better.

As you lean on the railing just outside your front door, you heard movement from you neighbour, and as if it was a sign from the universe to tell you that he would forever be stuck in your mind, John comes out. Rather hurriedly zipping up his coat and locking his door.

"in a rush?" you ask as you watch him, a small smile on your face as you watch him freeze at your voice. As he turns to you, you can see his pink tinted face, as you hope its because of your little act earlier.

"uh, yeah, just needed some things" he says, clearing his throat as he glances at you, not looking at you for more than a few seconds before looking away.

"hmm, have fun" you nod at him, and he rushes off. You almost giggle to yourself as you made him squirm. Your hoping that your little plan worked.

And you think it did, Johns stares at you in the hallways became more intense, and when you did get him round to fix the shower, its as if he didnt want to leave, always finding new ways to continue a conversation or different things he needed to fix. You could basically feel the tension when you two got close. You wanted him, badly.

Just to make him squirm even more, you wanted to make him snap. You needed him to react, to do something, so you tried you little boyfriend trick once more. Calling over you disappointing boyfriend, who clearly enjoyed himself more than you, and then faking it louder than before. Something truly turned you on about the fact he could hear. And minutes after it finished you boyfriend left again.

You were prancing about your apartment, rather pleased with yourself once more. I mean, maybe not pleased as you just had incredibly shit sex, but it was worth it you hoped. After a quick shower to wash the evening disappointment off of you, you chucked on some panties and an oversized shit, preparing to wrap yourself up and watch a movie of some kind. Your wet hair tickling your back as you reached to grab some fluffy socks. Then without warning your whole apartment goes dark, you body jumps slightly as you search for your drawers, finding the flashlight you keep. Great just what you needed after trying to make a bad night good.

You rush about you apartment lighting some candles in each room, but you didnt have many.

This is an emergency, you thought to yourself.

Seeing as you didnt have your phone on you, it made sense to go and knock on his door, it was the evening, but not late enough for him to be asleep. You rush to your own door, opening only to find the man you were just about to go and get. huh, maybe you summoned him or something.

"John, I was just about to come get you, is your power out as well, what did you need?" you ask, curious as to why this huge man was standing outside your door, basically blocking and of the night sky from being seen behind him.

"I'm here to finish what that stupid little boy you fuck around with cant" He says, and you can feel your insides flip at his deep voice.

"Mr price-" You start, shocked to see the burly man practically oozing with lust, his heavy breathing and unbreaking stare made you feel timid as your legs turn to jelly, taking a few steps back.

"John." he corrects, stepping forward into you dimly lit apartment "Every fucking time I see his car pull up, I have to stop myself from beating the living shit out of him. How could a man not spoil something as precious as you" He says, his huge hands now gripping at your waist, you go to speak but he cuts you off. "and don't even try and lie, I know your faking it. I know you haven't cum a single time you've been with him, but still you want to tease me, you know exactly what you've been doing to me you fucking minx"

You don't even know what to say, you've been caught red handed. You lean into his grasp on your waist, his hands feeling even better than you could have imagined.

"not so noisy now love are you?" he coos at you, he can see you resolve slowly failing as you become putty in his hands "how about this? I give us what we both want and treat you like you deserve." A small smirk resides on his face as he watches your eyes light up.

He was cocky, but you loved it.

"yes John please, I'm sorry." You practically whine at the man as he quickly shuts your door behind him, the loss of his hands feels like a sin, but soon he grabbing you by the hand and taking you to your bedroom, you chuckle internally at the fact he knows his way around you apartment so easily.

"oh no darling, I'm sorry. I should've seen what a desperate slut you were sooner." He's whispering in your ear at this point, telling you filthy things, getting you as desperate for him as he's been for you. Gently placing you down on the bed before positioning himself between you legs, kissing at your thighs "Poor thing, you've been begging for it for months now, how cruel am I for not giving it to you"

Honestly you don't know how to react. Your brain has gone to mush while this gorgeous man is muttering filth to you and he's about to eat you out, but his stare is full of innocence. Those gorgeous eyes not breaking eye contact with you, even as he kisses you over your panties. You try your best not to cry out at the sight, but that is just a promise of what is to come

"let me show you what you've been missing out on, please?" there's that fake innocence again, it may seem like he's asking you to be sure, but he already knows your answer. He just wants to hear you say it.

"Please John, I want it so bad, want you." you beg him. I t felt good to finally tell him, all of that tension finally being released. And all you saw was the cocky smirk on his face again before he was removing your panties.

"shit sweetheart, Your practically soaked and I haven't even touched you yet. Did he ever do this for you?" John asked, running a finger through you soaked folds, to be honest you didnt even know you could get this wet before the sex even started. You shook your head, of course he didn't, he never thought to be that generous.

"dickhead" you could hear price mutter to himself as he continued to tease your dripping hole with his fingers. "what a waste" Without warning he then plunges two fingers deep inside of your, letting out a low groan at how wet you are.

You couldnt help but break the shared eye contact with him as your hands gripped as you bedsheets and your eyes screwed shut. Finally you were getting what you had been deprived of for so long. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you slowly, building a consistent pace. This time, instead of forced the moans you were so used to the moan let out was completely involuntary and you hands fisted as your sheets. John cant help but let out a small chuckle at the noises you make when he finally gets his hand on you.

"shh, that's it sweetheart, just relax f'me" he rumbled as his other hand finds it way to stroking you thigh, trying to calm your tense state. Your eyes snapped open, trying to get a glimpse of John. Each thrust of his fingers sending you mind further and further into mush. Your hips chasing his ever move, bucking with every brush against your g-spot.

He looked heavenly, his face gently lighted by the candles in the room, his hair slightly out of place while his eyes focus themselves on you completely. His hands flexing with every movement he makes.

Never taking his eyes off you, he leans down, finally tasting you. His tongue licking gently stripes, collecting your wetness.

He moans at the taste, something oh so satisfying about finally getting his mouth on you. Like his dreams come true.

His thick fingers worked magic inside you as their movements never faltered. His tongue increasing in its assault of your clit, running over the bundle of nerves over and over leaving you twitching and writhing beneath him. You could already feel you orgasm approaching yet he had hardly gotten started yet. "fuck, so good" you whimpered out, and you saw the pleased look he had on his face. Your body twisted and writhed on your bed, not used to the intense pleasure you were feeling as this man carefully and skilfully worked on your pussy.

"I know, I know. Being so good for me." he whispered, and even that drew another moan out of you. It was almost overwhelming, you hadn't had someone care for your pleasure solely before, and it almost seemed as if John was getting off on it by the quite groans he was letting out himself. Waves of pleasure flowing over you, and you wouldn.t mind being drowned in this feeling as you slip further into the lust.

Your hands released their iron grip that they held on the sheets and found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark roots. This seemed only to encourage the man lapping at your cunt. He was devoted for sure. The feeling of your hands gripping his hair, letting him know that he was doing his job right.

He could sense you were already nearing your climax, he could feel you tightening around his fingers, practically sucking him back in every time he threatened to leave. His tongue sucking your clit, focusing its movements, and that mixed with an added finger and some verbal encouragement, your orgasm grew ever closer. Every breathy moan as whimper was a signal to john that he was doing a job well done, he watched your face eagerly, watching to see what had an affect on you, trying to see what you liked the most. He wanted it just as much as you did. A desperate plea for release clear within you both

"come on darling, give it to me. Good girl." he spoke lowly, watching as you tried to force you eyes open, yet failing as your orgasm took over. You stomach tightening as his fingers carefully rode you through. You could be certain you weren't faking any of those moans as you basically sung his name like a prayer. "John, fuck, fuck-oh my god". Your legs tightened around his hand as you felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You had finally received the pleasure you had been wishing for and it left your eyes burning with tears, tears of pleasure of course.

"There you go sweetheart, you did so well f'me" He whispers as he kisses up your body, his hands tracing over your skin as if he were trying to memorise every inch of it. He almost seemed angry that your shirt served as another layer between you both as he ridded you of both his and yours, throwing them somewhere in your room. You were too far gone to notice. You chest still heaving up and down as you came down from you climax. "Thank you" was the only thing you could mutter to him and he kissed up your chest and neck, before finally kissing you on the lips. You both moaning at the sensation, at something that had been long awaited. You had found their way to the back of his neck as he kissed you hard, his lips almost punishing yours as his tongue entered your mouth. You allowed yourself to be claimed by him, having no desire for any kind of power, you were his for him to do with as he pleased.

"can you take a bit more for me sweetheart? Got to have my cock inside you” he groans lowly in your ear, the noise practically ungodly. You whine, you cant tell if its at the loss of the contact of his lips or his filthy mouth. Or maybe its the huge hand now making its way to your breasts, playing with your nipples ever so gently, making it harder for you to form words.

"oh don't tell me I've lost you already love? First time being fucked properly and your already gone." He coos at you, smirking to himself. He is rather proud of the effect he's having on you, it had gone far better than he expected. Although your previous boyfriend didnt really leave much he had to live up to.

"please John, fuck me. I need it so bad, need your cock." Your whole body was practically screaming out for more. Your mind only being able to focus on one thing as your eyes trace over the man in front of you. The buzz of your previous orgasm still on your skin leaving you craving another. You couldnt help but be selfish as this man was offering himself to you so generously.

"oh you need it darling? well in that case..." he trails off, pulling your legs open, wide enough for him to fit in between as he lines himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing you, dragging his red tip through your folds. He had enough composure to tease himself also by doing this, being almost painfully hard. You couldnt help but watch intently, almost being mesmerised by the lewd act.

He couldn't take it anymore. H e needed to be inside you, he craved it. All those times he had imagined you bent over your kitchen counter, or him dragging you back to his room to have his way with you finally coming true.

Slowly, he pressed himself inside of you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. And he certainly was big. A joint moan released by the both as you as he sinks himself inside of you fully, and he stays unmoving for a moment, basking in the closeness you now both shared.

You were absolutely fucked. You couldnt keep it together. You were so full, finally so satisfied that you couldnt even think straight, all your mind was focusing on was how you stretched so well around him. It was taking everything for you not to start moving your hips or crying out for him, trying to keep your restraint as you felt practically euphoric. You felt like you had been lit on fire, your skin feeling alive with every breath he took, the slight movement inside of you.

Finally after what seemed like centuries John moves. His forehead dropping down to rest on yours as he tries to ease a slow pace, practically torturing himself.

"Holy fuck- so perfect. You feel so fucking perfect f'me sweetheart" he groans out from above you, his whole body encasing yours as his hips speed up pace.

Your hands find his back, clawing at the skin as you lay with you mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Your eyes fluttering shut as you try to focus on how good you are feeling right now. That is until a firm hand grasps you jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes open.

"You keep your eyes on me, don't you dare look away. Want you to watch me as I ruin you." he whispers to you. He wouldn't be surprised if you didnt understand what he said, you were a whimpering mess. He had just asked one of the hardest things for you to do. You had to watch this man fuck the shit out of you, it was almost too much to handle.

His deep groans echoing in your room, partnered with your moans.

What you don't realise is seeing you in this way, so vulnerable is his favourite part. The sparkle in you glossed over eyes as you cant help but be trained on him, the smudged mascara framing them perfectly. You glistening with either your spit or his, either way it turns him on. You spread out so innocently before him, for him to be the one to make you feel so good, and not be able to fake it even if you tried.

his hips were punishing, every thrust now pulling a moan out of you, music to his ears he thought as he smirked down at you. how cute he thought, watching you struggle not to close your eyes an scrunch them shut at the pleasure

"Too much for you sweetheart?" he questioned mockingly, receiving only a cry in response. You clench around him, never wanting him to leave your walls. He definitely didnt want to leave them either.

His hands coming down to brace your hips, stilling you wriggling as he pounds into you, harder and faster, he wants you to be able to feel him afterwards. He doesn't want there to ever be someone that can make you feel as good as him. You clench again, and again and John ca tell your close.

"Gonna come for me again love? Come on, on my cock, there's a good girl" Jesus this man knew exactly what to say to have you screaming for him. One of his hands releasing the bruising grip it kept on you hips to rub at your puffy clit.

With your moans and the way you fit him so perfectly, He couldn't see himself lasting much longer either, his main mission is to have you cumming before him.

"come on darlin, need it. Come all over my cock" Whispering in your ear with that gorgeous voice of his as his thumb fingers rub tight circles on your clit and his huge cock is practically splitting you open has you tumbling over the edge.

"John, oh my fucking god." Every muscle in your body tensed as he made you cum once again. God it was so good, like a coil that had finally been released. At last you had finally been satisfied. Your legs wrapping around his back, trapping him in as his hips still hammered into you, leaving you shaking from sensitivity. Like a madman possessed he chased his own orgasm, watching where you both connected intently as you soaked him completely with your release.

"Fuck sweetheart, gonna ruin this perfect little pussy" He moans, his hips now faltering in their pace, stuttering as his orgasm comes close. Your overstimulated body now quivering as you do you best to clench round the man, wanting to bring him the same pleasure that he just gave you.

"please John, i want it so bad" you whisper to him, and that sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you, thrusting his cu deep inside of you, continuing until he couldn't anymore. His hips stilling as he finishes, before gently pulling out of you. His eyes unmoving as he watches himself seeping out of you used hole. He wanted this moment imprinted on his brain

You lay there on the bed, completely fucked out and unmoving as he goes to grab a washcloth. It saddens him slightly to clear away this mark he had left in you. But he does it either way, gently cleaning you both off.

He soon settles next to you, a content sigh leaving his mouth. "So, who was better me or your ex?" he asks, a stupid question with an obvious answer. Laughing as you slap him playfully on the arm

"Oh my ex for sure"

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