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erinfern0 · 9 months

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behind closed doors.

john price x gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: getting handsy during a group dinner seems fun, all until you two get too desperate. he's too much of a gentleman to fuck you in a public restroom, that's why you two end up driving back home, too needy to care about anything else in the world.

warnings: semi-public teasing, bent over a drawer, light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, mention of safeword and aftercare.

a/n: this is the second part of 'the moment they stop looking', so I recommend reading that one first.

It went as you expected it — John was teasing you all the way home. Started off very mild, just holding your hand while driving, trying his best not to get too distracted by you. He then began to kiss your hand, then moved it down his pants with a smirk, knowing just how much you need more. “Safety first.” or “Don't get too greedy, love.” fell from his lips every time you tried to move your hand further, craving to have him there and then. Safety first.

The ride wasn't long, but the more time passed, the more desperate you two were, almost undressing each other with your eyes. Every time your hand groped his thigh, his breath shuttered, gazing at you from the corner of his eye.

The worst part was when you had to stop by the red lights as both of you tried hard not to undress right there. He'd kiss your cheek, neck, and shoulder, huffing against your skin when he felt your fingers messing with his hair. You had to push him away when the lights turned green, so he wouldn't start traffic.

His annoyed groan made you giggle as you played with his hair, allowing him to drive in please all the way to your shared house. He harshly pulled up to the driveway, stopping as close to the door as he could before he left the car. Usually, you'd wait for him to open the door, but this time you were in a rush too.

Getting out of the car, you smiled so widely it hurt, watching him fondle the keys and looking around to find you mere centimeters behind him. He stole a small peck from your lips with a surprised groan as soon as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

You two almost fall into the hallway as the door unlocks, chuckling into each other's mouths. His breath is warm, making you dizzy with the combination of soft, hungry kisses and his beard tickling your face. John closes the door behind you, and you use it to your advantage as you push him against the door.

Pulling him by his belt is a very dangerous game, and you know it all too well, but you just can't help it. As soon as you catch his gaze, you grab his belt and pull him towards you, causing the hazed and confused soldier to desperately chase after your lips with shaking hands traveling over your body.

John breaks the kiss only to let you two catch your breaths, gasping for air with closed eyes, his nose rubbing against yours. This time, the kiss is slow and calm, not as erratic as the previous one. It allows you to truly remind yourself how much you need each other, and how you'll always end up craving the other one, no matter how much time has passed.

“Are you going to tap out?” he asks teasingly, rubbing your hips against the material of your clothes. His eyes light up with that sweet, lustful sparkle you loved so much.

You just shake your head lightly, pressing another kiss to his jaw, running down to trace the curve of his neck. “No way.” you chuckle against his skin, smiling as you nibble on his ear. “You trained me too well, captain.”

The gasp that escapes his mouth makes your legs shiver and your own mouth water. John's grip on your sides tightens in a silent approval of your words. “Think we can make it to the bedroom, love?” he inquires, catching a glimpse of your eyes before you slowly get on your knees in front of him.

You don't waste your time, nuzzling your face into his thighs as your hands reach over to unbuckle his belt. The loud clank of metal makes him look down, pure adoration filling his eyes as he watches you take care of him so well.

“You're goin' to be the death of me one day, fuck.” he swears under his breath, one hand resting on top of your head as he guides you. You know him so well, making him so, so proud of you when you drag his pants down to his ankles, taking what you want.

Your eyes flutter as you see the dark stain on his boxers, which are definitely too tight for him like this. You chuckle and press a single kiss on his clothed, sloppy tip, humming at the taste you craved all evening.

His muscles tense, especially the ones in his thighs and abs, trying to keep himself quiet. His brows furrow as he tugs on your hair, silently asking for more. You comply, pressing your hot, wet tongue over the slit, smiling. “Cut the teasing, love.” his voice is lower than usual, aroused and pleasingly vibrating in his throat as he tries not to moan at such a simple touch.

Nodding your head, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to make it pool on the floor with his pants. His cock is harder than you imagine, almost hitting your face as you set it free. You whimper at just the sight, licking the underside of his length.

John's Adam's apple bobs impatiently as he looks at you, admiring the view of you on your knees for him, leaving tiny licks and kisses all over his dick with such focus that it makes him think you're already addicted.

“Such a naughty thing you are.” he breathes out, when your hand starts to stroke his base, smearing his precum all over your lips. “Can't even get to the bedroom, huh?”

His teasing makes you warmer on the face, licking his arousal off your mouth. “You're the one who had to drag me out of dinner, remember?” you reply, standing up on your cotton-like legs just to lean against the dresser behind you. “Touching me under the table when nobody was looking. Such a shame, I really enjoyed their company.” you fake pout and look away.

Seconds later, you're being turned around, your pelvis pressed against the furniture for him to just grab your ass in both hands, resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Not my fault, you look so goddamn beautiful. How can you expect me to behave?“ he rasps behind you, one hand pulling down your pants.

You shiver beneath his much bigger frame, feeling him sucking hickeys all over your neck and shoulders while leaving light spanks over your ass and outer thighs, reminding you how much power he has over you. You melt underneath him, so overwhelmed by the way you desperately grind your hips against the dresser.

John leans back for a second, admiring the few handprints he left on you, smiling at his creation and the effect he has on you. The way you keep chanting pleases to him makes his want for you even stronger. “Think you can take it like this?” he whispers against your ear, fingers soothing red marks on your ass while he kisses your back.

You nod your head, unable to form any sentences as you grip the dresser a little tighter. Feeling him wrap one arm around your torso makes you exhale loudly, knowing that no matter what, he's going to take care of you.

The hallway gets filled with the sound of him spitting on his hand, whispering praises as he slides his slick fingers over your needy hole. He feels as you subconsciously tighten around nothing, silently begging for him to finally fill you up.

“John, fuck, please.” you whimper, arching your back to push your body against his. Your mind's fogged up, almost too overwhelmed with how much you need him. You want him so bad it hurts, almost unbearable when you reach back to guide his hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” he nods his head, pressing his lips together as he tries to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to harm you, but the way you keep pushing his fingers against your entrance has him second-guessing himself. “You remember your safeword, correct?”

You fight the urge to smile, thinking that even when you are both so desperate, all he cares about is your comfort. It's good, you think to yourself, you get too reckless when you want him inside of you that bad it could end poorly for your body.

Nodding your head, you bend over the drawer a little more, exposing the marks he left on you a little more. John curses under his breath, aligning his throbbing cock with your sweet, pulsating entrance.

You gasped at the feeling of his thick cockhead prodding at your hole, slowly stretching you out and molding into the shape of him that your body knows so well. You admire how much he holds himself back not to harm you, his hips start to roll against yours in such a slow, sensual manner it drives your senses wild.

His free hand holds your chin, guiding you to turn your head towards him, connecting your lips to silence your moans combined with his groans. The other hand slowly moves your hips against his allowing you to find the pace that feels the best.

You start to find a rhythm that has your legs shaking every time he hits that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you. His hips snap against yours with such force it makes the dresser repeatedly bump into the wall in front of you. John's fingers deliciously dig into the skin on your hip, probably leaving behind lots of bruises that you'll care about later.

All that matters now is how he keeps pounding into you, relentlessly panting and groaning into your mouth as you reach one hand back to pull his hair. A choked-back moan escapes his lips at the slight sting of your nails digging into his scalp.

John knows you're close, feeling your body picking up the pace just to bring that release sooner. No words, just grunts leave his mouth as he complies with your request, rolling his hips deeper, rougher, and faster into your perfect hole.

“That's it.” he whispers against your ear, pressing his torso into your back. You can feel the sweat-covered hair on his chest rub into your skin, his musk combined with your arousal makes you lose all control, turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. “You're goin' to take all my cum, yeah? Fucking take it, baby.”

He throws his head back, amused by the lustful ah ah ah's that you cry out with each one of his thrusts. Your body tenses, legs shivering as your orgasm washes over you like a waterfall. His words caused you to cum so quickly that you didn't even expect it. You've created such a mess of yourself, arousal sticking not only to your thighs but also to the drawer.

Soon enough, John keeps his promise as you feel his cum being pumped right into your hole. That slick, warm semen kept you panting, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he came, whispering your name over and over until he was done. The movement of his hip slowed down and then stopped completely, letting you feel his warm length buried so deep within you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, panting heavily as he brushes your hair off your forehead and face. It's pleasingly quiet now, the only sounds in the room being his heartbeat and you two trying to catch your breaths. You stay open-mouthed as he presses gentle kisses to your temple and cheek, wrapping his arms around your form to make sure you don't fall.

“Feeling okay?” he questioned, rubbing his forehead into your skin. You quickly wrapped your arms around his that were resting on your stomach, interlocking your fingers together.

“Better than ever, captain.” you murmur and close your eyes, embracing yourself in the warmth of his body.

He laughs brightly, nudging your cheek with his nose. You can't help but giggle, knowing how much he loves when you call him that. Your body feels putty in his strong arms and you allow yourself to fully melt against him.

“I'm going to pull out, my love.” John warns you, allowing you to take a deep breath before he swiftly slides out of you. Despite your intentions, you hear yourself gasping in the discomfort of our walls clenching around nothing, the pleasing burn reminding you of all the sinful things that just happened.

His fingers quickly find your entrance, soothing it in slow circles. He presses soft kisses over the marks on your neck, silently apologizing for his roughness. “I am okay, John.” you whisper breathlessly, leaning more into his touch. He answers you with just a simple sigh, adding another kiss to your skin.

Soon enough, he turns you around and cups your face, looking at your sparkling, hazed eyes and sweat running down your temple. He then kisses your lips, slowly and carefully to let you catch your breath in the meantime.

“How about we shower and I'll get us something nice to eat?” his soft voice catches your attention, making the butterflies in your stomach fly around a little faster. You nod your head and chuckle with exhaustion hitting your head a little.

“Can you guide me there?” you ask quietly as your legs still feel like cotton - wobbly and weak. And you're so happy when he just holds your hand, leading you through the hallway.

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