βΛβΉβ‘ The Husband Series: John Price x fem reader
tags: reader has big tits (I am reader, reader is me)
An annoyed grunt pulled John from his thoughts as he finished up dinner when you came stomping into the kitchen clearly frustrated. "Having big tits does nothing for me, and I mean absolutely nothing!"
His eyes naturally fell to your cleavage, where your breasts spilled from your bra, the soft plump skin strained against the tan fabric. "Also, why can't women with big tits have cute bras? I get white, black, or tan!"
John truly felt like less of a man, but he was one after all, as he long forgot the dinner on the counter already on plates as you jumped a little, making your tits jiggle. "If men like big boobs so much, then why aren't there cute ones? Ones with cute patterns, not fucking tan!"
All of his words seemed to be glued in his throat as John watched you struggle with your bra, one that he liked a lot.
"Do you need help, love?" John asked, finally breaking himself free of the trance, he pushed himself away from the counter and stepped over to you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back and dropped tender kisses along your shoulder, easing your frustrations.
"Why can't I have your hands as my bra? I think that would make me feel a lot better. It would be nice because you could massage them when they ache." You murmured and let him adjust the straps.
It did a world of difference, but you still hated the damn thing.
John's beard tickled you as he cupped your tits in his large palm, squishing them gently and lifting to give you some breathing room. It felt like a ton was lifted off of your chest, making you fall in love with him all over again. "I like this idea, princess. Does that help?"
Your head fell back with a soft grunt. "Yes, thank you. Now follow me everywhere I go." You laughed softly, momentarily subdued by John's tenderness.
