#cod price

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⤷ cw: smut, age gap(reader is in their early 20’s), missionary, fraternization, spit(just once), breeding kink.

john price who was hesitant to approach you at first, knowing about your little crush on him that soap always teased him about.

“lil bonnie has a crush on ya’ cap, why not date the sweet thing ay?” he’ll chuckle amused, patting price on the back as he puffs out a smoke.

“i’m not datin’ a kid” he grumbles unamused, putting out his cigar as he stands to leave.

scoffing at the thought as he walked through the mess, you definitely are a cute young thing. all eager and obedient every time you were needed for something.

all soft and pliant, the plump of your ass and the fat on your hips making him wonder how good it would be to fuck you raw hold you close.

but it’s.. unprofessional, really. not only is he twice your age but it would also be fraternization. an old bloke like him with such a cute thing to breed go out with, feeling all the judgmental stares as he holds you by the waist.

“cap? hello?” he’s suddenly startled by your voice, grumbling under his breath as he rubs his face. definitely out of surprise and not because his cheeks were flushed.

“christ kid, what did ya need from me?” he grumbles annoyed, trying hard to focus as he stares down at your cute figure.

eyes staring at him so intently, cheeks rising with every raise of your lips, and god that smile. holding a folder between those soft hands of yours, your nipples lightly peeking over your dress shirt.

it was taking every ounce of him to not take you right here and now. “i just needed you to approve this for the next batch of supplies coming in, it would be really nice if you could do it” you mumble shyly.

john price was a patient man, but seeing a sweet little thing be so shy and needy for him was too much. he couldn’t let you suffer alone now, could he?

well that’s what he believed right now, hands pushing your knees to your chest as he pistons his thick cock into you. thumb holding down your tongue as you whined for him, cock drunk as all you could think about was his thick girth splitting you open.

sobbing from pleasure as he spits into your mouth, tongue lapping at your tears before giving you a deep kiss. planting wet kisses on your collar, rutting deeper into you as he sucks on your nipple.

“fuck, mactavish was right. i should just breed ya full and put a nice ring on that finger yeah?”

i love old man price, he’s so yummy (i might write fauxcest?)

was gonna specify his smell, but some ppl don’t like smoking and i don’t really want ppl uncomfortable. kinda awkward bc i used to smoke lol.

pervy roomate könig will be posted tomorrow! it ended up longer than i expected and i have a few more oneshots otw so i wanna post at least 2 tgt tomorrow :3

hope you guys enjoy!!

He practically pounces on you, stripping himself bare of his clothes and then yours.

His muscles ache but he missed his love way too much to care, his face smushed against your cheek, growling in your ear as he thrusts.

His thick meaty tip keeps ramming itself against your soft velvety cervix, making your head swim deliciously.

"John! Don't stop im gonna cumimgonnacumimgonnacum— cumming!"

You moaned, clawing at his broad back, his hips slamming into your pelvis harder and harder.

He lets out a groan, feeling his orgasm approaching fast, the coil in his belly snaps as he fills you up with warm gooey semen.

You're both left panting as you hold eachother on the couch

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Price had been hearing it for weeks.

“Old dog’s can’t learn new tricks, price” Soap would grin across the table. Ghost’s low chuckle followed like smoke. “Bet the missus is bored stiff, Captain.”

Price never rose to the clear ragebait in front of the boys, but the words..stuck. You were younger, gorgeous, and God— always eager for him… yet a small, ugly part of him wondered if they were right. He’d never exactly been the adventurous type in bed—solid, thorough, but not… inventive.

So he cornered Gaz one night after drills.

“Need a favor, Sergeant.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”

Price rubbed the back of his neck, face already red with what he could only pin as embarrassment. “You’re good with the ladies. I want lessons. Real ones.”

Gaz blinked, then a slow, wicked grin spread. “You want a demonstration, Captain?”

Price’s jaw flexed. “Please..”

You’re well and truly asleep in your bedroom when you hear the door creak open. You’d be more worried but you’re so comfy, you can’t find it in yourself to care all that much. Besides, more than likely, it’s just your partner, John.

You don’t even care when the intruder climbs on top of you and starts pulling down your bottoms.

You only start to care a little when you hear the sound of a zipper, but you immediately melt back into the bed at the familiar sound of John’s gravelly voice, mumbling into your ear.

“Shhh. Jus’ me, love.” He presses a kiss below your ear and you feel him slip inside your hole. Once he's fully inside, he drops his entire bodyweight on top of you, pressing deeper into you and nudging that one spot that especially makes you squirm.

"John.." You push your hips back into him and bury your face in the pillow.

He huffs, not moving except to press you further into the mattress, "G'back to sleep."

You wish you could squirm at least a little bit to get some more stimulation going, but you're completely stuck.

What makes it even worse is when he falls asleep and you just know that he won't be awake for another few hours.

Price blinked, directly caught off guard the moment he saw Ghost give you a small, gentle smile which made you flutter and tuck away shyly.

Soap just couldn't help it, he smiled, all charming and nudged Ghost.

"Is your wife single?"

He teased, wiggling his eyebrows, the last thing he saw was your face turning concerned and Ghost's fist suddenly very close to his face.

...

"Huh?!, where am I?"

Soap sat up, wincing on the hospital bed, checking his surroundings stunned and not feeling a side of his face.

''the hospital mate'' Roach spoke amused.

Gaz was stifling a laugh, Price sighed, done with living and Ghost was on the corner like a scolded child while you looked over to Soap with a gentle, concerned expression.

"You walked into that one y'know?"

"Gaz shut up"

Which made Gaz directly burst in laughter, Price put a hand on his face, clearly done with this team and their amusing shit that always took a soft giggle out of you.

"Roach would agree with me"

Ghost grumbled on his side while you turned to look at him with a fake mad expression

"Hush!, eyes on the wall"

Honestly? Not well.

Ghost is grabbing a pillow and a blanket that is far too small for him to sleep on the floor next to you. It’ll be the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen that you forget that you’re mad at him.

Soap is just as pathetic but in a different way. He’ll stare at you from afar with those beautiful blue puppy eyes. As you continue to ignore him, he’ll creep closer and closer until he’s eventually laying on top of you, asking if you’re still angry with him.

Gaz respects your need for space but doesn’t believe in going to bed angry, or sleeping apart for that matter. He’ll drag out the air mattress, make far too much noise, and then set up beside you, grunting and groaning and tossing and turning and sighing until you give in.

Price puts his foot down about you sleeping on the couch after an argument. Think you’re going to sleep alone? Think again. You won’t even make it to the couch. That man will toss you over his shoulder or drag you back to bed if he has to.

john who’s trying his hardest to ignore the way he feels towards you, his little assistant. always sat at your computer typing away.

it’s hard to ignore you when he’s towering over you. able to sneak a peek down your not fully buttoned up shirt and watch the way your eyes gloss as you stare up at him.

he can’t ignore the way you waltz into his office like you own the place, pretending like the door between your allocated stations didn’t exist. asking him personal questions and blurring the lines between employee and employer, then swaying your hips in that black pencil skirt as you head back to your desk.

no he can’t acknowledge when you bring him sweet treats from your trips to the near bakery and how you were the only one who knew how to make his coffee right. you were such a sweet girl.

every now and then he would force himself to remember his position of power and how you were just being a good secretary. nothing more nothing less.

but all that rational goes away one day when you barge into his office and sit on his mahogany desk; while bragging about how a woman at coffee shop complimented your hair. all of this added with you absentmindedly sucking creme, from your lunch off your finger. fuck he couldn’t do this anymore.

before you know it his lips are pressed against yours, as he hikes up your skirt and positions himself between your thighs. gripping your fat and grinding his bulge between your legs. the kiss was hot, sloppy and fuelled by sexual tension that had been brewing beneath the surface for months.

swiping his index and middle finger across the fresh pastry, then sliding them into your mouth. focusing on the feel of your tongue caressing his rough fingers and the look of your lips wrapped around them. fuck you really needed this from him didn’t you.

“mmm keep sucking, that’s a good girl... i’ll give you something bigger to suck on later.”