This is a lazy af horny draft I wrote at lunch.
smut and toxic!Price
Being Price's pretty little thing. He loves you. And you know he cares about you. But he also kinda keeps you at arms length.
Which sucks. Because he's made it clear in the way his hand holds your wrist and the way he walks you through a crowd with an arm around your waist that your his.
So in an effort to see John show an ounce of the possessiveness he clearly feels, you find yourself between his young, eager sergeant Garrick and his gruff, strong lieutenant Riley.
You make sure they leave marks that John will find.
And when you return to his office late that evening. He's just as indifferent as before. Eyeing you over. He asks, distantly, if you're hurt.
Not physically.
So you slowly remove your clothes. Eyes on his. Pants dropped to the floor. He stands. Backs you into the desk and pins you there.
"Is this what you wanted? My attention?"
You whine and he guides your own hand down. He makes you touch yourself there against his desk, pinned under his arm and under his gaze.
"You wanted me to what? Be upset that my pretty little thing let those dogs get their hands on it?"
And he doesn't let up until you're coming from your own hand and his voice.
"Put your clothes on and go home. I have work."
