C.O.D. X Male!Reader Oneshots

Midnight drink. -Price-

Smut.

Reader is slightly shorter than price, 5'6 area.

Warnings; Choking, overstimulation.

Requested by; XenoTheWeirdo.
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It was late at night, roughly 1 am. You had woken up, you were thirsty as hell, so you got up, trying to be quiet as to not wake your husband, who had just recently gotten home from deployment, you knew he was tired so you were trying to let him rest.

Unfortunately for you, he isn't the heaviest sleeper.

You were trying to think of a way to grab one of the cups from the top shelf of the cabinet, it wasn't because you were short that you were struggling, because you're not. Its because these cabinets are high as fuck, and the kitchen is dark as fuck.

Within a matter of moments you felt arms wrap around your waist, one hand placed on your hip, you didn't even have to look to know it was John.

He placed his head on yours with a hum, seeing ehat you had been previously doing and ultimately doing it for you, which you were thankful for at first but things quickly took a turn. As John shifted to reach up and grab one of the cups for you, he accidentally made a motion akin to grinding on your ass.

You shuddered at the feeling, although it was accidental, it still made you somewhat aroused. A soft groan erupting from Price, something nearly inaudible but noticable if you were really listening for it. You pressed your hips back against John's wanting that feeling to come again.

Which, to your ultimate satisfaction, it did.

John rubbed his cock against your ass again, watching how you shuddered with the feeling. You let out a soft groan, feeling just how fucking large, John's cock really is, and good god, did it make you want him. Well, not that you hadn't before that. Because you did.

I mean, John just has that obsolete power over you. He always has had it. Even before you two got married. But regardless, John moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them tightly. You quickly turned to face him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You saw him give a slight smirk, pressing his lips against your own, you quickly kissed him back, the kiss lustful, and filled with vigor.

You felt his hips brushing yours, rubbing his cock against your own. It felt good, great even. John bit your bottom lip, causing you to gasp from the pain, allowing John to shove his tounge into your mouth, exploring everywhere he could. John never stopped rubbing his hips against your own, leaving the two of you to senselessly grinding against one another like horny teens in need of release.

You hummed softly, John pulling away from the kiss, his eyes told you everything, he needed you, just as you did him, so with a quick confirmation of consent, John stripped you of your shirt and boxers, quickly doing the same to himself. He flipped you around, pressing you against the counter, forcing your jaw open and shoving two fingers in your mouth, giving one simple word as a command. "Suck." You quickly complied, rolling your tounge over the two foreign objects.

It was a moment or so later that John removed them, dragging his hand back behind you, kneading the flesh of your ass with one hand, before shoving the two digets into you. You let out a whine every time John thrusted them back into you, stretching you to fit his cock. Within moments, John removed his fingers from your ass, pressing his tip against you, you nodded and he thrusted in, half of his length entering you, the remainder entering after.

You both groaned at the feeling, John wasting no time, bucking his hips into you before long. You gave a soft whine each time his hips hit your own, John groaned, feeling your muscles tense, your hole clenching around him, the newfound tightness making his thrusts slow ever so slightly.

You felt him hit your prostate, your back arching, you pushed your hips back against John's, forcing his cock impossibly deeper into you. You let out a loud moan, though it was more of a choked sob when it had fully erupted from you. John hummed, "Good boy, you look so fucking handsome all fucked up like this on my cock." His praise, god his praise.

Oh how it killed you, but at the same time made you keen. It always made you just that much more needy for him.

John kept thrusting rapidly, you couldn't even choke back your noises, it felt too good to try and keep quiet, with a choked cry you felt him ram into your prostate roughly, your cock twitched as you began to feel close, you could probably cum just by John's voice at this point. The way his harsh, gruff, tone perfectly laced his words with that absolutely heavenly deep british accent, the way he could always manage to make you melt with his words.

And dear god don't even get me started on his praises. Everything about him just piled on, making him that much better. John continued to drill into you, your prostate being abused with each thrust. You were becoming alot more vocal, your relase just so close, yet felt so fucking far. John's cock twitched with interest as you moaned and whined, as a newfound feeling of his closing in climax became evident.

You felt like you were breaking in half at this point, John's size, praise, and soft breathy groans, all mixed in with the absolute heavenly hell was feeding to your lower body, you felt your cock was twitching steadily, you were on the brink of release, so was Price, John continued drilling into you, you whined out, warning him that you were cumming, your cock spasmed, off-white ropes of sticky secretion coating the counter below you. John thrusted rapidly, trying to get himself off, it wasn't much longer until you were filled to the brim with nothing but John.

You choked a whine, collapsing against the counter, within moments John pulled out, cleaning you both up and making sure you were okay before carrying you back to bed, laying down with you against his chest, he kissed your head gently, rubbing your back soothingly until you both fell asleep.