#take out

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John Price x f!reader

summary: John surprises reader with takeout and helps reader relax in new ways

kissing, sexual intimacy, both being drunk, slightly stressed reader, John loves to take care of reader, they are both in their 30s, John takes care of reader in a way her ex husband never did

A/N: have fun and ignore grammer mistakes, I'm sleep deprived lmao. Also, I feel like the smut part is too detailed but also not detailed?

wc: 1.9

This was a routine now. John showing up with takeout from your favorite place and a bottle of wine. John definitely had to admit it. His dreams, years ago, when he wasn't even Captain yet, only lieutenant, was a wife, a stable home and something that screamed at least a bit of normality.

But apparently love wasn't for him. He slightly doubted it would ever be something for him. He was in the military, a captain and with that came responsibility. Apparently it didn't combine.

He had tried. A wife, taking time off for her, planning dates, surprises but it wasn't enough for her. The divorce wasn't surprising, maybe that was the sad fact. It was inevitable. He wasn't enough for her. Not enough time, not enough intimacy, not enough love.

You were a friend of a friend. Maybe even a friend of a friend's partner. He wasn't sure anymore. You were easy to talk to, you laughed at his jokes. That was all he expected it to be. And you were friends. Really good friends who shared secrets and thoughts and called at unreasonable hours to either cry(you mostly) or laugh about something (you a lot, mainly memes).

He didn't need to put up a wall, to pretend some bad thoughts hadn't crossed his mind.

He could just tell you about it and yes, sometimes you didn't like them but if you judged him, it was mostly reasonable.

He was very glad to have found someone he could relax with, ignoring sometimes who he actually was. Captain John Price, leader of 141.

Your friendship developed slowly through the years. Shared experiences, late night talks and dedication to your jobs.

You yourself had an ex husband who hadn't seemed to care about the passion and effort you put into your job. He hadn't treatef you fairly, often had thrown words like 'selfish' around when you worked longer to finish a request by your boss to satisfy her but also yourself. The feeling of doing something that might help others.

Your ex husband apparently had lacked the understanding of the importance of your job. He had often minimised it to something it wasn't. Had complained about everything that wasn't done at the end of the day because you had worked so much. The thought of doing it on his own hadn't crossed his mind apparently. At least he never had told you so.

"Got your favorite", he says when you open the door. "As always the best, huh?" you ask teasingly and hug him. He chuckles and returns the hug. "You know it.", he replied and stepped back, observing you.

"You alright? You look tired."

"Just some annoying work stuff, don't worry.", you just said. "You say that everytime I ask, you know?" He says while rolling his eyes. He sets the takeout bags on the counter and begins to unpack the food. His eyes occasionally flicker back to you, still studying you.

"You sure it's just work? Nothing else keeping you up at night?" "Don't worry", you dismiss at first, putting on a smile and moving to grab some cutlery and plates.

John just grumbled, not fully convinced. He could tell there was more bothering you but he also knew pushing you would only make it worse. "Fine" he relented, leaning against the counter and watching you pull out the plates. "At least I know one thing that'll make you feel better. Food"

He moved to pop a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses for both of you.

"Come on, today its your turn to choose the film for tonight.", you say while grabbing the two glasses of whiskey.

John pretends to look deep in thought.

"So much pressure", he said dramatically, a smirk playing on his lips.

Later, after the film, they are both a bit tipsy. "You know what?", you asked. John's arm sprawls across the back of the couch when he looks at you. "What?", he responded with a slight smirk.

"You remember the guy I tried to hook up with?" John's smirk vanishes immediately, replaced by a scowl. "Yeah, the one that wasted your time.", he says, trying to act casual. He takes another sip of his drink.

"Yeah, still can't pin point why I tried it. He wasn't even that good.", you continued.

"You know, the only logical explanation? You have terrible taste in men.", he retorts, his voice a mix of playful banter and seriousness. You slap his shoulders jokingly. John's lips quirk upwards.

"I'm serious though. You always pick the ones who are not food for you."

"Apparently."

John's gaze lingers on you, the light alcohol buzz making him less reserved.

"You need to raise your standards. You deserve better than those losers.", his tone a bit combination of frustration and concern. "Yes, but how am I able to find such a man? Basically impossible.", you joked but there was a slight truth in it.

"Now you are being dramatic. There are plenty of decent men. You just have terrible luck."

"The issue is, I currently just want sexual intimacy. But apparently every guy I talk to, wants more. Where are the ones who just want causal intimacy?" "Oh, is that all you want? No strings attached?", he takes a long sip of his drink. "Yes, maybe I feel better after it."

"And that's all you need at the moment? No actual connection?", he asks. His jaw set tightly and you notice. "What? Don't act like you don't do the exact same thing after your missions. I know you, John.", you countered. You don't understand why that is bothering him so much.

John's lips press together into a tight line.

"That's different.", he retorts. He glances at you briefly. "It's just a way to blow off steam and to forget the shitty mission I just came back from." "And I want to blow off steam because of some shitty clients."

"You deserve more than that and you know it.", he grumbles. "Like what?"

"Like a relationship. Someone who actually cares about you. Who wants more than just a quick hook up."

"For the caring part, I have you", you joked.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess you are lucky to have me." "I'm vert lucky, indeed."

John rolls his eyes but the smile on his face betrays him. "Don't get all sentimental on me now. I can't have you getting soft on me." "You love it and we both know it", you call out while leaning against him.

John huffs but doesn't move away when you lean against him. His arm snakes around you, pulling you closer.

"Whatever you say" His thumb strokes your shoulder slightly. "You are pushing your luck by the way", he grumbles. You just chuckle at his comment.

"You are impossible.", he murmurs. You completely ignore his comment and snuggle closer against him. "You are acting like a damn cat." "You have a problem with that?"

John huffs, pretending to consider his answer for a moment. "Nah, I don't mind. But I'm not a damn pillow, you know. Not like you could use me as one whenever you want." "Shut up", you murmur, because why not. Someone has to tell him so.

John just chuckles, enjoying the banter between you two.

"Make me", he retorts, his voice a low, gruff challenge. You blink perplexed. "What?"

"You heard me. Make me", he repeats, his voice rough and low.

His eyes hold that silent challenge as he looks at you, waiting to see if you'll raise to his bait. "How?", you asked confused. Not trusting her own thoughts nor imagination.

John leans closer, his face mere centimeters away from yours. His gaze flicks to your lips for a second.

"Use your imagination.", he whispers.

God, he is so close.

"We are drunk.", you murmured.

"Yes, we are.", he whispers back, his breath warm against your face. His hand slowly moves to your jawline. "What of it?"

"Isn't it a stupid idea?" John hesitates for a moment. "Probably", he admits. "But who cares about being smart right now?" "True"

The corner of his mouth quirks upwards. "Good", he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "No more thinking, just this." With that, he leans in, closing the gap between you two and connecting your lips. You shift your position slightly, straddling his lap. Your arms are wrapping around his neck while you continue kissing him. Occasionally, your fingers pull on his hair.

His hands move instinctively to your hips, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepens, his tongue darting out to explore your mouth.

"Fuck, didn't know I would be able to see this view.", he murmurs. "Stop talking, more kissing", you murmur and connect your lips again. "Bossy little thing", he murmurs "always telling me what to do."

"Someone has to" "You are pushing your luck, sweetheart", John murmurs, his hands finding their way underneath your shirt.

"Need you", he murmurs against your lips while his fingers trace your skin, you are able to feel his bulge pressing against your thigh. "You feel what you are doing to me?"

You just nod. His mouth latches at your neck, his tongue and teeth attacking the skin, trying to mark you up.

Suddenly he is flipping you on your back on the couch, his body covering yours.

"New angle?", you ask teasingly. John looms over you, his muscular frame pressing you into the couch.

"Thought I would change things up"

His hips grind against yours, his arousal now pressed snuggly between your thighs.

"You got any complaints?" "Nope, just kiss me again" He kisses you like a man starved. His body moving against yours, the friction causing desire to pool low in your stomach.

Clothes end up on the floor. Too hastily. Like one second you still wear them, a second later they are scattered around the couch. His touch is tender, fingers tracing every curve of your body. "So damn beautiful." "My view isn't so bad either", you murmur with a smile, observing his naked body. He kisses your neck again, trailing down to your shoulder, nibbling and sucking. His hand pins your wrists in place above your head. His other hand is cupping your one breast.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart", he murmurs when you arch your back.

"Your fingers.", you gasp.

"Fuck, you don't ask for half measures, do you?", he rasps. His fingers caress your skin, trailing over your stomach until they reach your panties. With one hand, he pulls them off as much as he needs them off.

One calloused finger drags through slick heat in one slow stroke before circling where you need him. "This is what my woman wants?", he murmurs while pressing two fingers against your entrance but doesn't push in yet. You let out a whine and buckle against his fingers.

He teases for a few more moments before his fingers finally sink in with one rough thrust, no warning, no mercy.

"Fuck, you are tight.", he curses, curling those two fingers just right to hit that spot inside while his thumb circles over your clit. "That's it. Fucking take what I give you." His hips are grinding down against the sofa. You gasp while his fingers continue relentlessly. "Louder", he demands it like an order. It doesn't take long until you come undone. Gasping his name.

"Look at you.", he rasps. His fingers don't stop, until tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.

"So, was that a bad idea?", he murmurs, kissing your thighs. "Oh shut up", you murmur while trying to calm down.

"We still have your issue." "Oh sweetheart, that was just the start"

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