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Need him like he's oxygen AGHHH!!

A little look back to the night Baby Price was conceived. Hehe. May I offer y’all smut amongst the fluff of your zombie apocalypse au?

Shoutout to the polycult for watching my rambles about this blurb all day. I hope you all eat.

CW: HEAVY BREEDING KINK, porn with plot, body worship, fingering, p in v, creampie, John running his mouth about how much he loves his wife

cod masterlist || other parts to au

THE NIGHT WAS FILLED WITH THE SWEET MELODY of a frog and cricket chorus. You sat perched on the freshly sanded and primed porch in your backyard, peacefully reading a book. You were relaxed, shoulders slackened and body shaking off the craziness of the day. You had a lot of errands, ones that took the whole course of the day from early morning to right when the sun started its nightly departure.

You felt safe in your little sanctuary. Though, you had a husband who installed cameras and security everywhere. He didn't play with your safety. In fact, he probably went a little bit too apeshit about it. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he took such good care of you and never used his worry as a means of isolating you into his crafted bubble.

You still had autonomy.

The front door opened, and you didn't hear, too immersed in your book to pay attention. It was only when you heard the sliding glass door glide open that you turned your head.

And there was your husband. He held himself with a confident demeanor. Blue eyes casted upon you, softening crows feet as he relaxed at the sight of you. His lips tilted upwards underneath the coarse line of his facial hair, brightening his face immediately.

“John!” You chirped, jumping from your seat and rushing towards him. “You're home!”

John caught you swiftly, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head possessively while the other wound around your waist. You heard him take a deep inhale as he pressed his nose against your hairline.

“Hi, darlin’,” he rasped. “Fucking knackered.”

You let out a soft cooing noise as you peeled your upper body away from him. The hand on the back of your head shifted to cup your soft cheek. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, unable to resist the urge to admire you.

“Been thinking,” he continued before you could speak. “A bit. Got my head in a bloody blender.”

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked.

He had just gotten home from deployment, and you knew the first couple of days he despised any talk about what he saw or did. Made sense. You would want to detach as much as possible as well. He needed his time to process that he was safe now–an unshakable trauma of a soldier.

“Mhm. You can start by letting me take you to bed, eh?” John’s gravely voice tickled your eardrum. “Can I do that?”

You nodded, and John's hand squeezed at your cheek. “Words, darlin’.”

“Please, John. Take me upstairs,” you breathed obediently.

John's smile turned lopsided as he looped his muscular arm under your ass and hoisted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging to him like some desperate leech.

John was already pawing at your clothes the best he could while you were perched around him. He got you into the master bedroom and herded you against the wall immediately.

His hair burned deliciously on your neck as he leaned forward and latched onto your flesh. He kissed at your chilled skin, provoking goosebumps to rise. He hummed quietly, moving up to your jawline. You sighed softly, knocking his infamous hat off his head as your fingers curled into his cropped hair.

“Gonna let me give you a baby, darlin'?” John purred against your ear as his lips trailed across your heating flesh.

You nearly choked, “wha-”

“Shhh. Don't play innocent,” John's voice lowered as he pulled back to look at you again. His pupils were like a drug addicts’. The black was swallowing the pretty blue he was blessed with, and you found your breath stuttering. “You send me all those videos. Hoping I take the hint, yeah? Hint taken. Love opening my phone to all the needy ways my wife begs for me.”

You gasped lightly when John sucked a mark into a delicate place on your neck. Your heart was pounding. You arched your back the best you could and pushed your hips towards his. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your chest, making your breath heavier.

“Noticed you didn't go pick up your pills either. Wasn’t on my card,” John continued. “Hm. I wonder why. You want me that badly?”

His hands ran up your back and peeled you off the wall. He dragged you over to the bed and let the back of your knees hit the edge. He supported you as you lay back, scooching up towards your pillows as you blinked up at him.

He watched you for a moment, chest rising and falling rapidly. He was worked up, and your stomach fluttered at the sight of your composed husband so untethered. You shifted and instead shifted back towards the edge of the bed, pawing at the evident bulge in his cargos.

John pushed your hand away. “‘M taking care of you, darlin’. Not doing a bloody thing to help me. Got it?”

Your core burned as you nodded. John crowded you back over to your previous spot, situating pillows—a break in the heated touching and words. You couldn’t fathom how this man was real most of the time. Always was quick to deal with every little thing that wouldn't be acknowledged by most people.

“Gotta have you comfortable and happy when I put my baby in you, yeah?” he leaned down and kissed you desperately for a moment, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before he pulled away.

You watched, mesmerized, as John stood and shucked his shirt off. His muscles underneath twitched as he threw the shirt onto the floor and reached down to his pants. He groaned deeply as he pulled his pants and boxers off.

John's cock was heavy, it drooped from the weight of his own arousal. The tip was flushed dark red when he pulled back the foreskin. Your cunt clenched around nothing, needing your husband undeniably after his long deployment.

Your sight was soon obscured as John climbed onto the bed and bent over to press a kiss to your bare knee. His lips trailed up your thigh until his breath warmed against your covered cunt.

His eyes flickered up to you, admiration clear in the blackness of his dilated pupils. You always knew that John loved you. He never left you room to doubt that, but sometimes he still left you reeling. He was closed off in so many ways, except for his capacity to love you.

You had never felt so lucky.

“Lift your hips,” he ordered softly. You could tell he was still riled up, but he was making sex a sacred thing still. It was never some mindless rutting activity for him.

You complied, ass rising off the bed so he could work your shorts and panties off your body. You could feel the honeyed slick pooling between your legs already as you bit your lip. While he did that, you pulled your shirt off for him.

“Bloody hell,” John breathed. He moved up your body again, cock pressing into your thigh and smearing precum as he kissed your belly. “Gonna carry my baby so well. You've always been so strong and good for me. Bloody incredible woman.”

Your heart swelled with happiness at his words. Also, it didn't help your body not get aroused. You shifted, so your thighs rubbed together, but it still didn't quell your need.

John swallowed a whimper that started to escape by sealing his mouth over yours.”I know, darlin’. Gotta get you ready. You can be patient, can't you?”

“John, please,” you begged. “Just need you inside me.”

John chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sternum. You took a deep breath before you couldn’t anymore. It was always taken from you, one way or another.

“And I want to remind my wife how bloody perfect she is,” John remarked. His hand ghosted back down your body before warming between your legs. He brushed his thumb over your clit and you jolted. “Fuck. You're soaked.”

He eased a finger inside you, your walls instinctively clenching around it and trying to keep it inside. Your slick glistened on his finger, down to the very root as he slowly withdrew it. You whined at the loss when you felt his finger leave completely.

John looked you straight in the eyes as he pushed his finger into his mouth. It was dirty and attractive, and you sure your own eyes were dilated now as well. The level of attraction John made you feel was nauseating.

“You liked that? Good girl,” John crooned as he pushed the same finger back inside. This time, he started pumping it inside you, curling the tip right into the gummy spot that made you go slack.

While John worked you with that hand, the wet ‘shlick’ of your body filling the room, he ran a hand up your side. Over the soft ridges of your hip, down to the set of stretch marks that marred your flesh.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he repeated. “Love you. Love this body. For now and what it's going to give me.”

You let out a moan as his finger heated you up from the inside, sparked the burning in your core before the tension line broke. At first, tears collected in the corners of your eyes, but eventually spilled over.

“Aw, darlin’. Am I making you feel good?” John noticed immediately. Of course, he did. He was trained to assess. A hunter, a stalker, an information collector.

“Love you…” you warbled.

John's heated gaze softened. “I love you, too. Deserve to come on my fingers. Any way you want, yeah? There you go…look so good.”

The pressure was building as you started to rock your hips. John growled and added another finger. It glided in easily due to the way you were leaking. He pulled your leg wider in order to really play with you.

Your wanton moans were loud. John took a pebbled nipple into your mouth, giving your hands something to grab at as his head got closer. Your fingers ran through his scalp, pushing his mouth deep into your breast. His fingers never lost their rhythm as his thumb rolled your swollen clit beneath it.

“John!” You cried. “I'm…”

John pulled back, spit on his lips. “I know, darlin’. Feel you squeezing me. Wanna let go for me?”

You nodded. You were close, and you made sure to focus on the moment and not get too far into your head. You were quick to lose your orgasms sometimes by psyching yourself out or trying to get ahead to the next part.

Within minutes, your orgasm washed over you. John kept his fingers moving, your walls convulsing around him, until you pushed on his hand. Your legs were shaking as you panted.

“There you go…” John cooed.

He grabbed his erection, pumping his shaft a few times. He climbed over you, pushing your legs up as he maneuvered between your plush thighs. He ran his tip through your sopping folds, listening to the way your breath hitched. Your clit was throbbing, sensitive from only one orgasm.

John coated himself in your honeyed essence, groaning as you shuddered, hole clenching and trying to drag him inside. Your legs were over his shoulders, knees locked on the curve of his shoulders.

John’s eyes hooded as soon as his leaking tip caught and popped into you. He paused for a moment, blue searching for you as he composed himself. He reached up, hands cupping your face as he ran his thumbs along your lower lip. He smiled, leaning down to kiss you slowly.

His breath was shaky as he started to really push his length into your quivering hole. He shushed you quietly when you choked out a broken moan, instinctively clenching down hard on him. He grunted, chuckling with stutter.

“Bloody hell, darlin’,” he said with a lower timbre than you were used to. It was unhinged, showing just how undone he was by this moment. “Squeeze me anymore and I’m not going to get to enjoy this.”

“Jo…John. Move, please,” you pleaded.

John could never say no to you. Especially not when you were being so sweet for him. You felt him deep inside your gut, making a home in what he had already staked as his. You were irrevocably his. Something that could never change in truths. Something that would always be.

John’s hips rolled into yours, grunts escaping his lips as his breath fanned over your face. He locked onto this moment, looking deep into your eyes while his hands still cupped your face. He watched you closely, watching the minuscule ways your face shifted as he made love to you.

It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t fast. You let out soft blubbers as John hit your sweet trigger every thrust. He knew how to angle his thrusts just right to get you singing for him. He mouthed at your neck but was lazy about it. More focused on your release and hearing your sensual praises to bother with devouring you whole.

“Gonna carry our baby so well,” he spoke again. “Keep them safe in that belly of yours. Gonna take care of you for letting me fuck a baby into you.”

Your hands wandered your husband’s athletic build. He was a powerhouse, a weapon, and there was still some layer of softness about him. The pudge of his belly rubbed against your stomach, his hairy flesh slicking from sweat. Your hands moved down until you found his hips.

You traced where you knew his own stretch marks were from when he grew far too fast as a boy. You found comfort in his imperfections and wanted to worship him like he did you. He hated his stretch marks far more than you did yours sometimes.

“Give me a baby, John,” you purred when you had some semblance of control hit your scarce reserves. “Make me yours.”

You saw something snap in John at that moment, a man beneath breaking out when he sought so long to keep him contained. He paused there, cock shoved deep into your fluttering cunt and his slow kisses to your neck stilled.

“Yeah, gonna make you a mum,” he graveled. “Should really pin you down and have my way with you, eh?”

He started moving again, cock prying open your cunt with each strong thrust. He moved until his balls were pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and pulled all the way out until you complained at the way his tip barely rested inside you. His thrusts were sharp and quick, making your gasp as heavenly pleasure rocked through you.

His hands left your face and gripped your hips. He bounced you up the bed with his rough thrusts, making you cry out. John never really moaned, but his low grunts told you enough of how he felt.

You were going to come again. Your core tightened as you prepared to crash over the edge again. You were blissful, loud, and needy underneath your bear as you dug your nails into his shoulders now. You pushed up to him, hugging your body to him as much as you could.

You wanted to bind yourself to him, merge into his bones like some nasty parasite. You would die happy then. Forever entwined with one that unraveled you.

“Give it to me, darlin’,” John encouraged. “Not gonna give you a baby unless you let go.”

It didn’t take long until your coil snapped and you were toppling over the edge. Again. Your body tightened deeply, pussy desperate to milk him. John stuttered his movements, groaning as soon as he felt your walls spasming around him.

“Bloody…fuck…oh, fuck. I got you.”

It boggled your mind how John still managed to be so sweet as he pressed himself deep up to the plug of your womb, emptying his seed directly into you. Warmth filled your belly as John stopped completely and just lost himself in you.

“There you…fuck… there you go. My beautiful girl. Gotta keep me in there,” John breathed when it finally went silent. No slick sounds of his hips rutting into yours, just staggered breaths.

You were completely satisfied.

“You broken?” John checked in. He always took that seriously. Your comfort was always cherished and thought of.

“‘M good,” you mumbled.

John kissed you again, this one chaste and innocent. You relished in it, loving the many layers of your husband during sex. He was so good at switching it up, but still keeping the moment loving. Safe and protected.

“Wish I could watch it drip out of you,” John spoke. “Gotta make sure it sticks. Can’t go to waste, eh?”

“No…” you replied.

You were ready to tuck in for the night. You melted into the mattress—not quite soft, yet not too firm. It was the perfect balance for John’s back after a year of searching.

John kissed your hairline, pulling himself off of you reluctantly. You lifted your hips, trying to stop the inevitable spillage of John’s cum. You liked the feeling, in general. Knowing that it could end up with you carrying his baby made your stomach flutter.

“Such a good wife,” John praised. “Gonna clean you up now. Stay there, darlin.’”

You watched as he stood completely, admiring his body with relaxed posture. That was exactly what you needed to let go of the day’s events.

“Glad you’re home safe, Jonathan,” you mumbled.

John smiled genuinely. “Best place to be is home with you.”

And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom to grab what he needed to make sure you rested easily.

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