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hi gorgeous! you literally started my price obsession like your writing is so gooood! I was wondering if you could write a smut in which price comes back home from a long mission and walks in on the reader touching herself? and he ends up overstimulating the hell out of her as like a punishment? this sounds so weird lmfao but I know if you wrote this is would be so amazing <333

Lounge Act

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Lounge Act” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price walks in on you touching yourself, and isn’t particularly happy at your impatience lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.5k • warnings - fem!reader, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, degradation, praise, unprotected piv, riding, dirty talk of course, strong language

✿ oh my god stop i’m blushing 🫶 thank you so much anon ! i hope you enjoy <3 and lol it’s not weird, i enjoyed writing this 😈

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Three weeks of no Price.

Three fucking weeks.

It was torturous, being away from the man you loved, for so long. You missed him so much, and he missed you too. You couldn’t wait for him to come back home and kiss you, hug you, love you. And touch you.

Those late night phone calls barely twice a week weren’t enough. His voice, scratchy through the phone, telling you how to touch yourself, how to make yourself feel good, what setting to put your vibrator at.

You’d moan to him through the phone, splayed out on your shared bed, bullet vibrator stuffed inside your leaking cunt as you rubbed gently at your clit— just how he told you too.

You’d hear the gentle fap of Price fucking his fist. He’d listen to your sweet sounds, so breathy and desperate as you called to him. His cock was hard in his hand, burning red at the tip, leaking and twitching each time you made yourself cum, whining his rank and name.

But the last time you did that was almost a week ago.

And, maybe you were ovulating, but you were so fucking horny.

Price was due home any day now. He hadn’t given you an exact time, merely a timeframe of a few days. So, you were lounging on the couch in your living room, silk pyjamas on, body heating up as you turned off your TV.

You couldn’t concentrate on anything with how your body was acting up.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered, leaning back on the couch as you slipped a hand into the silk bottoms of your pyjama shorts.

Two of your fingers came into contact with your cunt— already wet, aching, as you ran the tips of your fingers through your folds. You bit your lip, somehow already so sensitive, as you circled two fingers around your clit, smearing your arousal.

Your mind automatically imagined Price stroking your cunt with his thick fingers. Fingers so much bigger than yours, so much rougher. They reached so deep and made you feel so good that you began to flush hot, sweat like shimmering scales across your exposed skin.

“Nngh— fuck.” You whispered as you shoved two fingers into your dripping core.

You imagined Price thrusting his digits into you, another finger on your clit, rubbing it in smooth circles. You moaned at the image, pressing a spare finger to your clit and beginning to circle it.

Price would get his fingers deep inside you, hitting that gummy spot and make you sob out. You’d beg him, plead him, just keep going. He would hum low in his chest, praising you gently, slamming his fingers into you, your arousal drooling down the curve of your arse.

On your couch, you pumped your fingers in and out of you, the sound of squelching barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears. You screwed your eyes shut, tossing your head back against the couch, stroking that small bundle of nerves until your entire lower body was tingling.

“Ah, fuck, Price, baby, please—” You whined, imaging those soft brown eyes looking up at you, waiting for you to cum all over his fingers.

As you chased your release, you didn’t hear the door open, nor the footsteps down the hall.

Price followed the noises. He heard them as soon as he opened the door. At first, he half-expected you to run up and greet him as soon as you heard the door unlock, but you were clearly preoccupied.

Carefully, he dumped his bag— and the bouquet of flowers he got you— in the hall before entering the living room, where you sat blissed-out with your hand down the front of your pants.

His cock immediately grew hard at the sight, and the way you were whimpering his name almost killed him. Quietly, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his cargos before he crossed the room.

You were about to let go when you heard his belt buckle, and your movements stopped out of instinct, eyes popping open before finding Price walking over to you, hand dipping into his pants.

“Price!” You beamed, eyes hazy, body thrumming with pleasure.

Price grunted, pulling his cock out of his cargos and grasping the base. You blinked at him, licking your lips as he began to lazily stroke himself.

“Touching yourself?” Price asked rhetorically. “Just couldn’t wait, eh?”

You didn’t say anything, just watched as he pumped his cock a few feet from your face.

“Don’t stop on my accord, my love. Keep playing with that pretty cunt,” he whispered, and you complied. You wiggled out of your shorts, spreading your legs before pushing your fingers back into your dripping hole, moaning his rank loudly. He cursed, picking up the speed of his hand. “Jesus…”

You were already so close, eyes shut and head tilted in pleasure. You panted hard, rubbing your clit simultaneously as pleasure built up within you.

“Price, I’m gonna—”

With a grunt, he moved closer to you and forcefully removed your hand from your cunt. Your eyes snapped open and you stared at him confusedly, lower body shaking.

Price moved your wet hand to his hard cock, forcing your fingers around it, smearing your arousal along the length. You let out a low noise of content as he covered your hand with his and stroked his cock, still standing in front of you as you sat on the couch.

He was grunting above you, not saying anything, just making you jerk him off. But it only lasted a few seconds, before he pried your fingers off of his length and guided them back towards your soaking core.

“Go on.” He urged, and you knew.

You were so fucking sensitive. Thrusting your fingers back into yourself, you wanted to cry with how immediate the feeling was— orgasm nearing, so close, spiral coiling tight in your stomach after just a few strokes.

“That’s it, that’s it…” Price whispered above you, fucking his fist, now glossy with your arousal, tip dripping precum onto one of your exposed thighs.

You were whimpering, trying to keep your eyes open. You rubbed your enflamed clit, bucking your hips to meet the movements of your fingers, orgasm looming.

You were panting. “Price, baby—”

With his free hand, he grabbed your arm again, pulling it away from your core and holding it suspended in front of him. You whined, cunt throbbing, dripping onto the couch. Price, once again, wrapped your fingers around his cock, making you jerk him off, cock directly in your line of sight.

If you weren’t so uncomfortably tight right now, your take it in your mouth. Gladly.

“Fuck, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you, darling?” Price grit his teeth, moving your hand in tandem with his own.

You nodded desperately, trying not to grind your bare core into the rough material of the couch. You licked your lips as you pumped him, listening to his heavy breathing. You missed him so much it was unfathomable.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home and fuck you?” Price groaned, hips bucking slightly. “Too impatient… just too impatient.”

“Price,” you whined. “Missed you so much, just couldn’t wait. Missed you so much, baby”

He grunted again, fucking into your fist harder. Meanwhile, he bent his leg, leaning his knee atop the front of the couch, parallel to your core.

“Go on. Show me how much you missed me.” He pressed his knee forward, and you took the hint, shuffling to the end of the couch and leaning back ever so slightly.

When his clothed knee came into contact with your core, you jolted.

“Mm, fuck, captain.” You moaned his rank as you ground yourself onto his knee, the fabric soaking with your arousal.

You dragged your sensitive core over it, bucking your hips in time with the soft fapping of his hand above you. He watched your hips buck against the couch, puffy and soaked core rubbed raw against the material of his cargos, knee damp. He groaned, grunting like a man starved as he jerked off to your blissed-out expression, and the way you desperately rutted onto his knee.

“Price, can I cum? Please?” If he said no, you’d probably explode anyway.

He nodded hurriedly, pumping faster, voice tight. “Yeah, fuck, go on then. Slutty little whore, getting off on my fucking knee, eh?”

You moaned as you, as he said, got off on his fucking knee— pent up orgasm racking through you, forcing a high-pitched moan from your throat as you continued to grind yourself against his cargos. You soaked the material of his pants, riding out the last sparks of your release, before attempting to pull away.

He didn’t let you.

He’d stopped fucking his fist, cock painfully hard as he stooped over you, hands on the back of the couch, caging you beneath him, knee pressing into your sensitive core.

You whined, but he shushed you, watching the way his knee rubbed up and down your dripping slit. He continued the movements, and you gripped at his thigh, half-trying to slow him down, half-trying to keep him there.

“Want another one,” Price growled. “Give me another one, darling.”

You were so sensitive, burning hot beneath him as he ground his knee into your core. Legs twitching, covered in sweat, another orgasm built up within you and, before you could warn him, you came again. He grinned as you spasmed beneath him, slick flooding across his knee. He could feel your wetness sticky on the skin beneath his pant leg.

He pressed his knee to your core a couple more times, leaving you whining, before he retracted it. He pushed his cargos further down his thighs, sitting next to you on the couch then pulling you onto his lap.

You tried to kiss him, to give him a proper hello after weeks away. But you were cut short just inches from his lips— he shoved his fingers into your wet hole, making you sob out his name.

Price thrusted three thick fingers in and out of your cunt, noises wet and lewd. He used another finger to circle your bundle of nerves, which were on fire. You keened, shifting your hips, sensitive and overstimulated. Your cunt rubbed raw already, legs aching, stomach tightening in another impending orgasm.

You were going to die.

“S’need another,” Price whispered darkly. “Jus’need another, darling, come on. Fucking give it to me.”

His words were slurring, drunk off the way you reacted to his touch. His cock was hard against your inner thighs, and you so wanted it inside you. Instead, three fingers— the fingers you had been fantasising about for the past three weeks— stretched you out, causing arousal to drip out of you and onto his lap.

You screwed your eyes shut, mouth agape, head dropped slightly. “Baby—”

You came around his fingers with a flutter of your overworked muscles, squeezing the digits tight. You whined, body wracking against his, burning hot like a candle. Price hummed, pleased, continuing the movements of his fingers as you rolled out of your third orgasm.

He wasn’t fucking stopping. Jesus Christ.

“Uh, uh, P-Price,” you breathed, clawing gently at his shirt. “What… what are… fuck, oh my god, please…”

“You wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you, love?” Price cooed. “Wanted to cum so bad that you just couldn’t wait f’me? Thought you’d be happy by now? This desperate cunt gets to cum so many times.”

Your legs were shaking. You whined, “Price, please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Price grunted, fucking his fingers into that spot inside you, making your eyes roll. “Yes you fucking can, and you will. Take it like the needy fucking whore you are.”

Your moans became silent when you came for a forth time, holding his shirt in an iron grip as you released around his fingers. You gushed for him, soaking his pants even more from your position on his lap.

His fingers continued, and you sobbed, tears burning at your eyes.

“Can’t…” You sobbed, cunt raw and aching.

“O’course you fucking can,” Price said, pulling his fingers out of you. “You were so desperate for it a moment ago, weren’t you, darling? Come on, then. You can take more. Desperate little sluts can always take more.”

You choked when he thrust his hard cock into your overstimulated cunt without warning, filling you to the brim. He knocked against your womb, you could feel him in your stomach, his hands moving to your hips while you gripped his shoulders.

“Fucking hell…” He whispered, before beginning a gruelling pace— thrusting up into you, fucking you down onto his cock.

Your cunt stretched to accommodate him, drooling down his length as his pelvis slapped into your arse, muffled by his pants half-way down his thighs. The zipper and button was cold against your under-thigh.

You felt like you were buzzing, about to short-circuit as he pushed you towards another orgasm. Your body felt so empty, yet so full at the same time. The way his cock bullied into you over and over made you struggle to catch your breath.

“Next time,” Price began, puffing as he bucked his hips, slamming himself into your wet heat. “You’re gonna wait for me. You’re gonna wait ‘til I get home and fuck you proper, understood? M’not gonna let you play with this fucking cunt ‘til I say. S’my wet cunt to fuck, yeah? S’my tight… mm-tight fucking cunt to stuff full.”

You moaned, nodding desperately at him.

He grunted, grip tightening as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making you shiver and gasp and gush around him.

“When I come home next time, I want you waiting on our bed, patiently, like a good girl,” Price breathed. “I don’t want a fucking lounge act, love. Wanna fuck you on our bed, and I’ll fuck you nice and full. Reward you for being such a good girl. But f’now, you’re not being a good girl—”

You whined, tears streaking your face. “No, no, no, please, baby, please. I’ll be good, I promise. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait, missed you so much, baby, I’m sorry—”

Finally, Price pressed his mouth to yours, tongue smoothing against yours. You moaned happily into his mouth, letting him lead. When you both pulled back, a string of saliva followed. It snapped when he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face.

“I know, darling. Missed you too, so much,” he said, then: “One more time. Cum for me one more time, my love.”

With a loud moan, you came around his cock, body completely spent. You jolted and tingled and slumped against his chest, breathing hard as he quickly fucked into your severely overused cunt.

“Good girl, good girl. Hold on baby, almost there.” Price whispered as he used you.

Then, with a short groan and a furrow of his brow, he came inside you, filling your burning cunt, his spend like a salve, cooling the burn. He let his cock soften inside you, holding you to his chest, rubbing his hand down your back.

“Missed you so much.” He whispered.

“Missed you too,” you breathed against his shoulder. “Sorry I couldn’t wait.”

Price chuckled. “It’s alright, love. Three weeks without your fiancés cock must have been so difficult, huh?”

You groaned, slapping him lightly on the chest. “Shut up.”

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ilovejuicymw2men · 7 months

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- SUMMARY; graves has came back from deployment. he's touch starved. enjoy you whores :3

- CONTENT; 18+ only, fem!reader, unprotected sex, graves saying "that's it." around 50 times, strong language, creampie? ( i'm too scared to look up what a creampie is so i'm just going with it )

i ain't doing a word count cause who got time for allat!!

i dont use capital letters cause it looks neat.. let me live

you were putting some leftover salad in the fridge from earlier, going over to the sink to wash your hands. you hear a familiar voice behind you. "miss me darlin'?" graves sneaks his hand around your waist. resting his chin against your shoulder.

"phil? i didn't think you would be home for another month i haven't made you a proper meal yet-" your interrupted by his hand clasped over your mouth. "shh." he says, "m' not hungry anyway. for food atleast." he says, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

you turn around, looking at his battered up face, "shit, are you okay?" you mutter, your hand automatically raising to cup the fresh cut running from his ear to his cheek. overlapping his previous scar. "im fine princess." he says grabbing your wrist and putting it onto the counter. before leaning foreword and kissing you.

you let out a little breathless whimper as he grasps your hips, hard enough to leave a bruise. he doesn't break the kiss, he moves to your neck. sucking on sensitive parts of your skin as you grasp the back of his head.

he picks you up effortlessly, hurdling you over his shoulder and up the stairs. into your bedroom which you had just cleaned. he gently placed you down onto your back on the bed. he admires you from the end of it, before shutting the door and clambering on top of you.

he begins to tug on your shirt, "hands up." he says in a commanding tone, you do as your told. lifting up your arms as he glides the soft fabric over them. and onto the floor. "holy fuck." he says examining your breasts. he could cum alone at the sight of you, defenceless. infront of him.

he removes his own shirt, and belt.. and pants. until he was left in his boxers. he slips a finger under the rim of your underwear. a shiver runs down your spine at the feeling. he slowly removes them. not looking up. "god your so beautiful." he mutters to himself as he lowers himself down to the end of the bed.

he spits on his hand before coating your already wet cunt with his own saliva. "so wet for me aren't you?" he smirks to himself before lowering his head. his nose under your clit and stubble tickling your thighs.

"f-fuck phil." is all you could say as he begins to run his tongue up and down your folds. slowly, teasingly. "please.." you whine, arching your back a bit. "please what sweetheart." he says looking up with a sly look.

"faster." that was clearly enough for him. he speeds up, entering one of his fingers into your tight cunt. you mewled as he pins your thighs down. his tongue working magic on you.

your hands move down to grasp his hair, "i-i'm close." you mutter followed by another pathetic whimper. "shit!" you hiss, he adds another finger, than another. "oh god i'm gonna-" without any warning you release onto his fingers. "good girl." he says quietly. removing his fingers and sucking them clean.

he stands up, grabbing your stomach and flipping you over into a doggy position. he removes his boxers. his hard cock springing out of his pants. you hadn't fucked in 4 months. you knew it was gonna feel bigger than usual.

you faceplant a pillow at a low effort to cover up your moans, even tho it never works. he lines himself up at your entrance. before ramming himself into you. you let out a loud squeal of pain and pleasure into the pillow. gripping onto the bedsheets.

"your so- fucking tight." graves says, before pulling fully out. and slamming right back in. you let out another pathetic whimper as your face contorts. he starts at a fast pace, pulling out and then ramming back into you.

graves was letting out little noises, which he does very little. you push yourself further onto him. his tip kissing your cervix lightly. "a-ah shit." you let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace. repositioning himself so he's slamming right into your g-spot.

your vision was going hazy, you were close and so was he. "fuck baby just like that, that's it- your doing such a good fucking job." he would utter in between thrusts. his words made the knot in your stomach tighten even further.

"i'm gonna cum." you say, your words muffled into the pillow. he speeds up again. the room filled with groans and whimpers coming from you and graves. "don't cum yet." he says, it sounded more like a plead than a command but you comply. your face getting hotter by the minute.

"i don't think i can hold it-" you state, a whimper escaping your lips whenever you tried to speak. "i can't hold, i'm gonna cum- please baby.." you blabber on, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

"cum, cum on my cock baby. that's it, m' coming-" you do as your told, releasing all over his length. his orgasm chasing not far behind yours. the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him throws him over the edge.

he lets out a loud groan before burying himself as deep as he can inside of you, painting your walls white as you let out a breathless whimper.

"you did so good princess." he says before leaning foreword and kissing your forehead. "i'm gon' run you a bath, stay here. kay?" before you could obliege he had left to the bathroom. you tangle yourself in the sheets as you try and process what the fuck just happened.

help i lowkey started cringing in the middle of this but i had to persevere and pretend like i was in poe ai or some shit. but yeah that's my first smut!! :p

#smut #cod x reader #phillip graves #graves x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #ilovejuicymw2men

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