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You always go with him, like the sweet bird you are. Hanging out with him and his buddies at the pub. You like seeing him happy, like spending time with him.

Some nights aren't great though.

When leaving for just a moment, to just check or touch up your lip gloss. So when you go back and you see some woman touching your mans arm, clearly flirting, it's not great.

And unluckily for you, your Johnny is friendly and an entertainer at heart, especially off work. And he just thinks the beautiful woman—your thoughts, not his—in front of him is just being friendly.

Much to your disdain. You can usually deal with it, but tonight felt different.

But well, that doesn't mean you have the right to ignore him. Don't get him wrong. He thinks it's adorable, cute, but still a stupid move.

When you get back to him, you grab your phone and immediately scroll on whatever app you can find. You don't even acknowledge him when he turns back to you with a smile, which almost immediately the corner of his lips twitch downward for just half a second.

strike one

"Bonnie, got you your favourite." He slides you the drink he ordered for you, he hoped it'd bring you a smile. Though deep down, he knew by your little attitude right now that you were probably gonna be a brat.

Without even looking at him, you grab the drink then look to the other side of you. You jump slightly when you see a young man, just a bit younger than your Johnny most likely, on your otherside with a flirtatious smile.

On any other occasion, he'd probably have laughed a bit before wrapping his arm around you. He's a territorial man after all. What's his is his.

But this time, he watched you carefully, like a predator. The woman that was talking to him nothing but background noise. He knew you were upset with him, but for what? And why didn't you immediately look back at him after being startled like you usually do?

His grip on his glass tightens ever so slightly.

Oh, but when you start letting the nyaff talk to you and you don't turn the fucker away? Even going as far as to smile with that gorgeous smile and shiny eyes? And then-wait, why the fuck are you laughing at something he said?

strike two

You were here with him. Not some prick that just wants to take you home for a night then bounce instead of treating you like the gem you are.

The woman that was previously flirting with soap had long since left. Mostly because she saw how he was watching you, how his jaw clenched and his eyes darken.

Soap reaches toward you, fingers gently grazing your arm as he tries to get your attention. "Hey bonnie..." He says quietly, lowly.

Then you do something you've never done before. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you this courage, this kind of stupidity.

You huff slightly through your nose and yank your arm closer to yourself, take the most miniscule movement away from him, not even bothering to look at him.

strike three

Honestly it takes Johnny a few moments to realise what just happened, eyes wide as he stares at you talking to that fucking tube of a man. His sweet girl, his ghràdh, acting like a fucking brat? Over what? He really didn't know.

He quickly grabs his wallet, snatching the cash from inside, slamming it on the bar counter. Plenty to cover the drinks and more.

You jump slightly, and for the first time since you came back out, you look at him in the eyes. Oops, you fucked up.

He grabs your arm, not aggressively but firm, and he drags you out. He's just so much stronger than you, can you really do anything to stop him?

You quietly let yourself be yanked around, speechless, never having seen him like this.

His eyes were dark, stern. His jaw clenched, his neck and arm muscles straining. Honestly he looked fucking hot.

Maybe not the time for that.

You snap out of it, starting to struggle against him. "Let go-!" You squeak when he turns around and pulls you close, your body flush against his. His free hand grabs your face, gently but a firm grip, squishing your cheeks.

"Don' keep this up bonnie or i promise ye'll be-" he takes a deep breath, "now just keep yer pretty lips shut like ye've been so determined to do earlier." He says slowly.

Your eyes widen as he spins around, dragging you to the car. But instead of going to the front, he opens back and gets in, tugging you inside. Your stomach is on his thighs and he reaches over to shut the door.

His large meaty hand is on your upper back, keeping you down. His other is squeezing and kneading your ass.

"You wanna explain to me yer little issue, bonnie? What's got you so fucking mad at me? Talk. To. Me." He demands, each word accentuated with hard squeezes.

He lifts your dress above your hips, scrunching at your waist. Tugging your underwear down.

"W-wait johnny stop-" you squeak, trying to get away.

SMACK

"O-ow!"

"Answer me bonnie," he growls, grabbing where he smacked your ass. "Actin' like a right lil runt, flauntin what bel'ngs t'me."

SMACK

"stop!" You jolt, squeaking, tears in your eyes. Not from pain but just thinking about being vulnerable and telling him.

"Stop?" He scoffs, sliding his fingers down. Two fingers slide between your wet pussy lips. "Oh please ye're enjoying this. Now speak to me." His voice softens, cooing like he's doing nothing nasty. Like he's not curling his fingers in that delicious spot.

You squirm and whine and wiggle, sniffling, "i just..." you bite your lips, cheeks puffed in embarassment and defiance, "i was jealous." You mumble under your breath. Body reacting to his touch.

"Jealous of what, hm? Some lass whose name i don't know, whose face i'll never remember? My eyes are always on you, bon." His fingers quicken, wet and pornographic sounds coming from your cunt.

"I don't know!" You snap, from both not understanding why it's affected you so much and just the feeling of not wanting to defend yourself. You grip his thigh, nails digging in as the pleasure takes over.

Your toes curl while he clicks his tongue, "should've just been honest and told me before we left the house, just needed some dick 'n you would have been my sweet girl like always."

Your orgasm rushes through you, head feeling fuzzy and that weird sense of relief washes over you, like its relieving tension you didn't even know you had.

Once you come down, he manhandles you so that you're sitting up on his lap. "Feeling better bonnie?" He coos, looking at your submissive messy face, a little drool, a few stray tears, hair a mess and sticking to your cheeks.

He reach down and unzips his pants, shimmy-ing until theyre just low enough for his cock to pop out. "Come on, sweetness," his voice deep and cocky, "gotta make sure mah girls needs are met."

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John Price, Captain of Task Force 141, has not had time for romance.

As a matter of fact, it's because of this lack of time that made him a divorcee. Well, that and he got married far too quickly to a woman he barely knew. Not that he found out about that until later on when he came home after a long mission to find her in bed with another man.

Just his luck, he supposes.

He thought he got what he wanted, a cute housewife that he could spoil and take care of, that he can come home to and be spoiled back, have hers and his needs taken care of.

If only she wasn't working on everybody elses' needs too.

Now, he had all this money with no woman to spoil. Sure, he can take out his boys, but nothing quite touches this man's soul like a womans touch. Literally.

And by some luck or perhaps divine intervention, on a rainy ass day that made his knee creak, he met you.

Soaked from the rain, entering the convenience store with a slight pout, swearing about the "stupid fucking rain, i just straightened by hair and now my week's ruined."

And if that scene didn't just look magical to him. Oh his heart was pounding, his knee wanted to bend and ask for your hand for marriage. Such a sweet bird you'd be, he can tell.

So he approached you, even as you had a small scowl on your face as he spoke. Clearly you weren't in the mood for small talk, but he was your type so you gave him your number and went separate ways.

Fast forward a few weeks, you've been talking for a while, staying at his, him staying at yours. It was going great. Going strong.

And when he manages to get into your head, just a mere 6 months of dating and slips that ring onto your finger? Oh there was no way he was stopping there.

He moved you into his house real quick, no point in having your own place. And everything went smooth, he almost couldn't believe his luck. A sweet bird you are. Now time to get you to quit your job and you'd be his perfect housewife.

But god, a few weeks into living together, that seemed to prove fucking impossible.

When he even seemed to hint at it, with the cutest fucking smile on your face, you shut that shit down real quick. And when the hypothetical was brought up about quitting, you'd swiftly reply with a "i worked too goddamn hard on my degree to not get my moneys worth from this job."

And sure, okay, he gets it, he's a career man too. So whatever, he can wait a few years, sow a few seeds of quitting into your head to be taken care if by him and let it grow into action.

But then he noticed it. Whenever there was a light that needed to be replaced, a picture to put up, a leak to be fixed. He'd notice it yeah, but he wanted to wait until you came to him asking for help.

He's just a man. A man who wants to show how useful and reliable he is to his bird. Like a peacock dancing for his mate. Or something like that.

But no.

You didn't come to him for help. Instead everything he saw was fixed. And not by him. And god the day he saw you beneath that sink with his toolbox, fixing it. Correctly at that.

It filled him with conflicting emotions.

Mostly, it made him wanna pull his hair out and maybe castrate himself. Because why in hells would you do it yourself instead of put him to work like you should be?

Ah, and it made his dick stand tall at attention seeing your ass as you were under that sink. Because fuck, what a woman.

Trust, you got dicked down within an inch of your life. His motivation being those two reasons. He'll ask you after why you didn't just ask him to do it.

But seeing you all sleepy and fucked out made him forget about asking you. So it'll just have to wait for another day.

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"Wait wait wait" you sob, hands on his desk. His papers flying everywhere, "fuck, j-john!"

But fuck, aren't you a sight. Prettiest thing he's ever seen, closest thing to heaven he'll get. Especially when you're like this.

Drooling, all dumb and sobbing. Tears streaming like you don't want this, but he can tell you do. Nobody knows his girl quite as much as he does. So keep singing, bird.

His large hands, gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. Mercilessly snapping his hips, his disgustingly large and thick cock stretching you out and slamming against your cervix.

When you try to lift your front half with your arms, you feel his large hand between your shoulder bones, pressing you down. Slowly but firm. You hear him click his tongue.

"Quit being a brat, lovie, you're already being punished." His voice deep, slightly tense from his activity. He wants to love you, to softly feel you, savour this moment.

But fucking hell, making you cry was addicting. Your cute little sobs and you scramble, your gushing walls hugging his cock so sweetly. He's thrusting so fucking deep inside you, bet it hurts a little bit too, but that just makes it that much better, don't you think?

Silly question, he thinks to himself, his pretty bird can't think. She's right as she should be, no worries and a nice, big cock to keep her well fucked.

One particularly deep thrust made you squeal, making him laugh deeply. With the way you're reacting, it's like he can just wrap his arm around your waist, travel down a little bit and-oh, there it is. That continuous bulge distending from your cute belly with every deep thrust.

"My sweet bird" he mumbles lowly, the sweetest he's been this entire time. Until the hand that was on your hip travels up and around your waist, between your breasts and up to your neck.

Fingers loose around your throat, just enough to get a soft grip, and then he nearly yanks you upward. Basically standing as he fucks you from behind.

This position hitting deeper spots in a way that was just too much, his hips working even harder. "Fucking. Take. It." he growls between each thrust. The hand on your lower tummy, you can feel him pressing down on the bulge, and fuck its too much. Feels so fucking good, the pressure making your head spin.

Your body tenses, shaking pathetically, sweat dripping. Your sopping and gummy pussy gripping his cock like a vice, and finally, a proper orgasm—one only that his cock can give you, even more intense than when he was playing with you, heats in every vein, your nerves on fire in such a delicious way.

Your vision goes white, and you forget to breathe, the ringing in your ears loud as you lose yourself in the feeling. And right when you think you can feel yourself coming down, you feel him bite your shoulder as he thrusts deep into you and stills, filling you up his hot spunk.

It makes you lose your mind, lost in the pleasure his cock gives you, the way his cum doesn't stop, still spurting deep inside you. You can feel the sheer amount, making you gurgle on your own spit.

Meanwhile john is feeling like he's been touched by an angel, or well, like he's the one touching the angel. Defiling the pure creature and making her fall. He can see how fucked out you are, can feel how your body slowly starts to limp, like his own pretty and perfect ragdoll.

Gently, his hand on your throat makes its way up, grabbing your face. He turns your head so he can kiss you deep, bet you don't even know what's happening right now, huh?

Small, shallow thrusts, gently fucking his cum deeper inside you. He pats your face multiple times, "come back down, love, come back to me," his voice gravelly. You let out little whines and squeaks as his hips slowly move.

You let out little sobs, but he knows they're just from the relief, the aftermath of how good you felt. Because he knows you.

"Feeling good birdie?" He asks, placing small kisses down your spine. A small sob escapes you as you weakly nod. "Mmm... so good for me, love. Sweetest bird a mean old bastard like me could ask for."

Slowly, holding you close, he sits back down on his chair. You whine a bit as his softening cock shifts inside you, but treats you so gently that tears drip from your eyes. So vulnerable, so safe.

Your head lolling back onto his shoulder as you stare up at him with bleary and dazed eyes, you are just so fucking cute.

Once again, your legs are spread over his thighs, his cock deep inside you. But it feels different. His large meaty hand pats your belly, slightly distending from the sheer amount of cum and cock inside you.

"Good girl."

Yeah, this is probably the reason Laswell rarely lets him work from home. He doesn't get shit done. But I guess she noticed he was uptight and snappy with the recruits lately. Smart woman, she really is.

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Yeah i kinda went crazy with this one. Might edit or proofread later.

Send suggestions because i wanna write more price but need inspiration :P my fav dilf

You love that he works so hard. Love being able to quietly support him because after he finishes working, he's back to being yours.

But usually, only after he finishes his paperwork.

He had different plans today. Because, well, why wouldn't he want to take advantage of one of the few times he's working from home?

Your John usually wouldn't be this demanding, this fucking mean. But this was Captain Price, a man of absolutes, if you had to describe him.

And he's basically ignoring you! Just reading his documents that your teary, blurry vision can't even begin to digest.

Your back to his chest, legs spread over his own, and most important, his cock being embraced so tightly by your cunt.

It's too much but not enough, his perfect cock filling out the right places, so perfectly pressing against those special spots.

But that's it! You want him to fuck you! Need him to!

Little hiccups as you sniffle, needing more but being a good girl and not complaining. Can't help the little whimpers that spill though.

Ah yes, those little whimpers that make his lips twitch upwards. You don't even know what you look like right now, huh bird?

Panting and gripping him so tight, trying your best not to just fuck yourself onto him. Every little twitch, everytime you re-adjust even slightly—you nearly curl into yourself and he has to wrap his arm around your chest and bring you back up, flush against his chest.

"Looking a little pathetic there, love, feels that good, hm? So good your brain has all but melted out your ears." He chuckles lowly into your ear.

You let out a choked sob, you two have been like this for over an hour already! Haven't you been good enough? :(

"Quiet down birdie, i'm working" he scolds, barely anything more than a chest rumble.

He snakes his hand down, in between your legs, and oh—his middle finger lands on your clit.

He's not nice about it though, he gets straight to it. Rubbing your clit in tight and fast little circles, no slowing him down.

But fuck, everytime you got too loud, he'd slap your pussy. Making your entire body jerk and you cry out.

"Don't make me tell you again, sweetheart."

Your legs shaking, back arching so slightly, head turned to the side and you sink your teeth into his arm, making him hiss.

Meanwhile! He's still reading his stupid documents! When he should he paying attention to you!

Your entire body tenses, he knew you were close. You expected him to slow down but he didn't. It was so intense, so blinding, he had you scrambling.

Trying to be bad and push his hand away from your clit. He's finally giving you what you need and you decide to be a brat?

Your orgasm was so intense, and for the first time—all over his desk and paperwork—you fucking squirt.

The waves of pleasure just didn't stop, it just felt too good!

As you finally start to come down, feeling trembles, shaking. You can feel him kissing your neck. Brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead.

"Bad bird, you messed up my documents." He almost laughs at your expression. A pout forming on your lips as you sniffle.

God, he just loves having you like this. Like all those quickies in his office when you'd visit, he loves how fucked out you look, loves that he's the one making you so fucking stupid.

He wants to comfort you right now, wants to quietly kiss you and hold you.

But you did make a mess while he's trying to work.

Slowly he stands up, his cock snuggled inside you as he holds you close so he doesn't slip out.

Then he bends you over his desk, moving his hips so only the tip of his cock is inside before slamming back in. You were squealing, hands scrambling to grab onto anything.

He had to punish you after all, didn't he?

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