Call Of Duty: MWII + MW2019 ↳ Infinite Gifs Of Cap. John Price [17/∞].

dbf!price who buys you pretty little skirts, knowing how much you love them, just so you can wear them at family dinners that he’s invited to.

dbf!price who rubs at your clit under the table, gently pinching your thighs because you’ve gotten so good at controlling your reactions and he enjoys seeing you jump a little

dbf!price who likes flustering you, asking if you have a boyfriend. his eyes blazing with amusement as you stutter out a ‘no’.

his finger sinking into you in a slow, shallow thrust. and right before you’re about to cum, his finger leaves your wet cunt :(((

dbf!price who after dinner offers to drive you to a friends house, knowing the two of you are going to end up fucking in his car.

stuffing you full of his cock as he tells you how naughty you are. and how good girls don’t fuck men twice their age :(((

dbf!price who laughs at how wet you are, spanking you softly as you writhe against him.

“what would your parents say if they saw you like this, hm?”

dbf!price who uses the excuse that your dads always out of town to check up on you. fucking you in every flat surface of your home and when he comes over he likes to remind you how many times he made you cum there.

i need him :((

Part three of CEO!John Price

Part one | Part two

CW : smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, mating press, little power imbalance, reader is a female

After you read the note that John left for you on your table, you are left feeling quite nervous but also excited. You were prepared for this. When you were getting ready for work this morning, you put on your favorite underwear. Lacy pink panties and matching bra that made your tits look great. You put on a lot of perfume, the one John had bought for you. You wore your best outfit, and you felt sexy and confident. You wanted to impress John, yesterday took you by surprise, but now you were in charge. When the time for his lunch break came, you were ready, so when you went to his office you knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

You find John sitting behind his table, working on his laptop. He looks good, so fucking hot without even trying. When he realizes that it´s you, who just walked in, he immediately shuts up his laptop and his full attention is on you. “Suddenly my day just got a lot better” he says and walks to you.

He gently places his hand on your cheek, and he kisses you. It’s nothing like the kiss you shared yesterday. This one is soft and gentle, like now he has time to taste you properly. He takes his time kissing you. When you try to touch him more, he pulls away. “Not now sweetheart, we have plans don’t we”. John walks out of the office with you. His hand on your back walking you through the whole floor like you’re his wife and not his secretary.

You’re confused. You expected a quick sex in his office, just like yesterday, you expected him to just pull your skirt up and fuck you on the desk. But now he is taking you somewhere in his expensive car and you’re wondering what the hell is going on.

You don’t know how John is feels about dating. You always thought that he was the type who just had casual sex with different partners. Since you started working for him, he didn’t have a girlfriend, but you heard from your colleges that he enjoys a company of beautiful women. Sometimes the relationship lasts longer but mostly there were a few weeks hook ups.

You stop in front of some Italian restaurant. He opens your door for you and like a true gentleman he helps you to get out of the car. The restaurant is lovely, there are only a few people inside and it looks really cozy. After you order your food he asks about your day, how did you sleep and what are your plans for the evening. He acts like you’re on a normal date and not on a business lunch. “I can see that something is bothering you, you don’t like it here?” John asks you after he notices how out of the place you look.

You tell him that you don’t understand what is going on, why are you here and what are you doing. “Well, I know that you don’t go out for your lunch break, so I wanted to take my girl out, take care of you.” He says it is not a big deal. “Your girl?” you ask. “What did you thought that I’m just going to fuck you in my office, when I am will be bored? John asks and your face goes red. That is exactly what you thought he would do. “I take care of my partners. I want to spoil you. Since you started to work for me you have been such a good girl, making my life so much easier. Now it is my turn.” You’re left speechless.

After the lunch, he takes you back to the office. His hand is on your thigh while he drives and it’s making you insane. Yes, you do like that he took you out but you’re so horny. The whole morning you imagined what he would do to you, and you were excited. And now he is teasing you with his fingers lightly brushing over your skin and each time he goes higher and higher.

At one moment when John’s hand is almost all the way under your skirt you moan. He looks at you with a playfulness in his eyes. Now he is teasing you on purpose. He continues to drive while his hand is slowly making its way in your panties. “Fuck love, you’re soaked, you could tell me that you wanted me so much.” Gently he starts to circle your clit and you’re opening your legs more for him.

He slowly puts two of his fingers inside you and after a while he starts to move them. You’re almost at the office building when he makes a turn and starts to drive in a different direction. “Where are we going?” you ask. “I made a promise to you yesterday, haven’t I. Were not fucking in my car. I am taking you to my place, so we don’t have to worry about some of your colleagues catching us fucking. We would want Janice from finance to see how good you take my cock. Am I right?”

To be honest you don’t care if Janice saw you. You’re so close and you can feel your orgasm approaching. John still casually drives while his fucking your pussy with his fingers. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you’re desperate, you just need a little bit more and you know that he knows it too. “You will come on my face in a minute don’t worry” John says.

And he is right the drive to his house is short and you both quickly get out of the car. When the door to his house closes behind you, he is immediately on you. Kissing you passionately and lifting you up so your legs are wrapped on his hips. He walks with you up the stairs not letting you go.

 “Everything off, I want to see you” he says when he lays you on his bed. You’re quick with your clothes and now you lay before him in nothing but your panties. “Fucking beautiful, and I bet you taste even better than you look.” “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, let me see you” he gently pulls your panties, and he shows his head between your thighs. You’re already so wet and when he finally starts to lick your pussy your gone. You arch your back, and you can hear him whisper fucking perfect for me.  

When his tongue finds you clit you’re gone. He looks up at you and you can see your wetness on his beard and it’s the hottest thing you have ever seen. He quickly brings you to your orgasm and as he promised you to come on his face. When you finally come down from your orgasm you can see him taking his shirt off. He unzips his pants and quickly takes them off. He is on you naked, and you can see his hard dick leaking precum.

“I want to see your face this time, I want to see how pretty you’re going to look when I make you come on my dick.” He slowly pushes in you. “You were made for me honey, youre going to be the death of me.” he growls, and he starts to move in you. John is a big man and the way his stretching you is amazing. You can feel him everywhere and you are full.

It’s completely different than the sex you had yesterday. This is slow, his thrusts are hard, but it’s not rushed like the last time. He plays with your nipples, and you can feel that your second orgasm is approaching. “I am going to cum” you tell him, and you can feel that he is close too. He pushes your legs to your chest in a mating press and you can feel him so much deeper. “I need to come in your sweet pussy, please sweetheart be a good girl and let me” he says and you just nod. His fingers start to rub your clit and your orgasm hits you. He follows shortly after you spilling his seed into you. When he pulls out of you, he pulls you to his chest and he holds you so tight. You just lay there and you on his chest and his hands holding you.

You don’t go back to work that day, you stay at his place the night and the next day he drives you to your apartment. He tries to convince you to take the rest of the week off, so he can enjoy your company, but you tell him that he is the boss, and he needs to work, and he can’t take a vacation just because he is horny.  You go to work and when you go to your desk you see a note there, just like yesterday. But this time it says: My office now! And loose your panties on the way.

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Old Man!Price has a thing for pretty little things.

He'd be the type of soldier to randomly pick up a dandelion or random weed flowers, inspecting it closely before crushing it in his calloused palm as if he was not admiring it a moment ago.

And you're no exception.

Pretty and perfect. An invitation for corruption as if you're begging to be ruined, shown no mercy and totally under his control. You're perfect for it, almost too perfect as if reality is playing a cruel trick on him by putting you into his arms. It was too easy, very easy but John doesn’t complain. He knows better than to fuck up a good thing by overthinking. 

John holds your nose closed, stopping you from breathing for a moment. He tsks you at your feeble attempt to take his whole length and currently you are paying the price. Eyes glaciated with struggle, slobbering down his length, your drool dripping onto your tits- a perfect display of submission, compliance. 

“I told you you couldn’t take me all the way but you just had to argue with me, didn’t you?” John says, his voice dark and glazed with authority. 

You let out a pathetic, muffled whimper, your gaze filled with apology and regret. He lets go of your nose allowing you to get a breath of air as you pull away from his cock breathing heavily and babbling a series of ‘I’m sorry’s’. 

John sighs as tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“I’ll give you one more chance, dollface. Open wide.” 

You part your lips hesitantly, scared of disappointing him. John pushes his leaking cock past your lips, your tongue instinctively darting out to lick the tip, gathering his pre-cum as you savour the taste of his salty goodness. A soft moan of satisfaction leaves your mouth as you try your best to take him fully. 

John shudders, groaning, his eyes screwed shut. Damn it, he didn’t want you to do that, he was gonna end up cumming and at his age, there was no way he could be ready for another around straight after. 

He grips the armrest trying to think of anything else other than his pretty babe sucking his cock so bloody well. 

Ponies… Beer… Shit- No, beer makes me horny… the SAS… military life… my birdie sending me a boudoir album on our first anniversary when I was away- Lake… Lake house… Holiday… Birdie in lingerie… pretty boobs, soft, warm… Wait, no- Ah, fuck…

He gives up as he feels the impending coil about to snap. Grabbing the back of your head, he shoves his whole length in not caring about your comfort. Your nose nuzzles against his dark bush, musky scent engulfing you. John cums, cums so hard that it makes you gag and spill out of your mouth. 

You pull away panting, swallowing what remains of him. Looking up at him, you raise an eyebrow at the sudden loss of John’s control. He laid back, spent and heaving with his arm covering his eyes. 

“Let's go to a lake house, Birdie.”

from the dirt we rise

pairing: farmer!john price x reader

synopsis: when your car breaks down in the middle of the english countryside, a tall, dark stranger comes to your rescue

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John is so inordinately desperate to be back home after five months in God–knows–what–town within God–knows–what–country that he hasn't the time to take off his fingerless gloves before he fucks them into your sopping cunt, having just barged into the bedroom where you were coherently enjoying your book, now unable to recall what the last word you read was because the cloth over his palm is bullying your clit, his fingers are curling and tugging at your walls to get you to squirt for him so he has a better reason to put them in the wash, and you're whining and whimpering, just trying to figure out how he's been all this time.

"An– and did you manage to–" you choke on the words as his brutal fingers continue their crusade, hand plummeting beneath your panties, skull bumping the headboard enough to creak the bed like an old door– "eat plenty? Or do you want me to whip you up some– oh– oh– fuck– John!"

"I'm fed, lovie." He pants at the raw sight of your cunt split open from his fingers, noticing the way you can barely keep your eyes from rolling back, stomach binding and twisting as you audibly squirt over his palm, wincing at the fuzziness you feel in your bulged clit as his thrusts plateau.

"Let's focus on feedin' you, 'ey?" He leans to pinch a kiss from your pussy, the stunning girl she was for him, and relishes in your faux–drunken state as he palms the same hand he just used to shoot pleasure up your spine against his crotch to get himself throbbing and turgid for his beautiful wife.

"You gonna be good and throat my cock, sweet woman?”

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Captain John Price in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 04/??

“Looks like you saved free world again, Captain Price.”

But Sir!

John Price x fem!reader

pt2. Call the Fire Department!

tw:SMUT SMUTTY UTTY, uhm. yeah. you’ve been warned!!! pwp

the keyboard clicks continuously as you scrunch your eyebrows in concentration. the numbers aren’t adding up. why aren’t they adding up?? you see, every quarter on the base, you have to submit a report to the Lt. Col. in charge of the base, and you, a secretary, submit reports for none other than Captain John Price. normally, you plug in the numbers and resources like a whiz, and your Captains mission reports are impeccable, aiding your workload significantly.

your team, task force 141, just got back from what you were told, was a routine mission aiding some foreign allies, in Las Almas, Mexico. John had been amazing in giving you a report as usual, but the numbers and resources just didn’t make sense to you! missing gear there, adding soldiers we didn’t have here, why didn’t it all add up? you inhale and stand up firmly, picking up Johns most recent report and marching to his office. you straighten out your skirt and fix you blouse to make yourself look presentable for your captain before knocking on the door softly.

“enter.” a deep voice says, and you push the door open, files still in hand. John reclines in his chair, smoking a cigar, eyes boring into you. “ah. it’s you.” he sounds pleased, at least that’s something. “yes sir. i was working on the quarter report, and i noticed something wrong with your numbers…i mean not that you’re wrong but it’s just not adding up…” you’re babbling now, and John watches with an almost amused look on his face. “ah. uh-huh. why don’t you come over ‘ere an’ show me what the matter is.” he says, leaning forward. your gaze flits to his hairy arms that seem to bulge out of the plain tee shirt he wears. you swear they change something in you. it’s not like you will ever admit out loud that you think your boss is attractive, but it’s true…good thing you never will say it out loud. bad news for you though, John is a keen man, and picks up on the looks you’ve given him.

Las Almas mission was a perfect excuse for him to give you the opportunity to come to him alone like this. sure, the mission did actually have the wrong numbers with it going south with Graves and the alliance with Los Vaqueros, but this was Johns reward. he watches as you make your way around the desk, clutching to the papers like a vice. he pulls the cigar out of his mouth and blows out smoke before placing it back in. leaning away from the desk, he man spreads, making sure to face you, not missing the way your legs press together in your tights. he watches as you lean over his desk and how your little pencil skirt rides up. the papers placed on his desk are spread so you can show what’s wrong with them. you continue to talk, pointing out discrepancies in the normally perfect patterns you’re oh so used to. can’t give you anything too challenging apparently! that’s okay though, John will fix it later, you don’t need to love.

he’s just a man in the end, despite trying to be the gentleman he normally is, he can’t resist how plush your thighs look. he reaches out with his right hand and places it over your left hip, keeping you pressed over the desk. you finally shut your mouth and instead let a small gasp leave you. “listen here, i know the paperwork looks off, but you’re a smart bird aren’t you?” his grip doesn’t waver and he stands behind you, hips lining up with yours. if only clothes didn’t hold him back, he thinks. “uhm.” you say, scrambling to find the right words. “yea, you are smart. so why don’t you pick up a pen, and fix the numbers. move ‘em around like a good girl, and make. it. work.” he punctuates the last few words, pressing your stomach against the desk now. “sir I can’t..” its pathetic really, how much your words are borderline whiny. “mm. how bout this. i play with this pretty little cunt and you fix the paperwork.” you bite your lip and look back down and your little papers

you can’t exactly deny that you don’t want this, because you do. you want the captain. so you do what your told, and pick up a heavy black fountain pen, looking over the paper for a way to fix these numbers. his hands drift over your ass and up under your skirt, pushing it up to your hips. his eyes widen and he groans, pulling his cigar out to let out a breath. you aren’t wearing any knickers. pushing the cigar back in his mouth, he sucks on it lazily and moves for the knife in his back pocket. flicking it open, he brings it right where your entrance is before cutting out a hole for him to get his fingers through. you’re practically shaking like a leaf with excitement, unable to write anything. when he pushes his middle finger inside, you mewl out, looking back at him. tutting, he pushes your head back down to the paper. “fix it, doll.” he says while lazily pushing a second finger in. you nod and start at the gear that the men would’ve used. as he picks up the pace, his other hand comes down to palm himself, and he unbuttons his cargos for better access, pushing himself on your ass. you’re thoroughly soaked now, and press back to meet each press of his fingers as they reach places you could never dream of.

“i reckon you’re about ready, huh doll?” he murmurs, taking out his cigar for another breath out, returning it to his mouth when he’s done. you eyebrows furrow as your pen strokes get lazy. “ready for what?” you slur. “thought it was obvious.” he shrugs, pulling his fingers out and pressing his boxers against you. he bends over and pulls out his cigar so he can whisper in your ear, “ready to take me, sweetheart.” he says before plopping his cigar back in his mouth and standing straight up. “but sir!” you exclaim. “we can’t. people could walk in, you’re a captain, what if someone needs you.” he scoffs. “you got a problem with that but not me filling you up with my fingers?” he yanks down his boxers just enough to pull himself out and line him up with your entrance. “wore no knickers for a reason, right? to be my personal temptation, huh?” he grunts before dipping in. “my little secretary and her captain.” he palms your hair and pushes you down fully against the desk. you whine as he pushes in fully. he isn’t terribly long, moreover terrible thick. stretches you out easily and makes you squirm against his grasp. “please sir…” you say, scrambling for the hand that’s planted next to your head. you rub it and draw hearts on it slowly, as he’s refusing to move. a deep rumble emerges from his chest and he pushes in harshly, shoving right up against that sweet spot. then the real fun starts, and you can’t get him to stop.

like you ever want him to!

gasps continue to leave your throat along with whines showing your pleasure to the captain. his groans pick up as he pushes you both closer to the edge, and you clench around him on a particularly hard thrust. his hand comes up and pushes on your spine and you writhe against being stuck on him. his other hand comes up and take his cigar out, blowing out more smoke. an idea pops into his head. shifting his hand up your spine and to your hair, he yanks you up sharply with his left hand, and your feet struggle to find the ground. he forces his burly arm around your torso and brings his right hand with his cigar to your mouth, pushing it past your already open lips. “go on, take a puff, doll.” he growls, forcing himself deeper in you. at his words something inside you snaps and you wail around the cigar, struggling to inhale as you come. he chortles, pressing a kiss behind your ear. his hips stutter slightly as you clench from the aftershocks, and he withdraws the cigar from your mouth, putting it back in his own. he watches as you puff out a smoky breath, and moans at the sight of, feeling himself ready to spill. he twists your arm behind you and pulls your hand to the base of his member. “pinch.” he growls, and brings his hand to your clit, rubbing furiously. you do what you’re told and pinch as you approach a quickly approaching finish.

“let go when i say” he barks. “gonna fill my good little secretary up.” you squeal at his words, trying to escape, but failing, pinned beneath his heavy form. “ngh-please please please sir, wan’ it so bad.” your words are practically slurred as he continues to ram into you. it just turns him on more and more. he’s so so close, you feel so good around him. “alright, let go.”he growls in your ear and you release around him, shaking as he follows suit, stilling as he spurts in you. he lets out a finally groan, forehead resting on your shoulder as you both pant. you feel his spend dripping out of you and staining your tights. he must’ve been backed up, you think lazily. drool had pooled out of your mouth and onto the desk and papers below, ruining it. you both lay there, content as he runs his beard on your neck, cigar dangling from his left hand. “so good f’me.” you sigh against him once more and bring a hand up to the one that sits on the right side of your face, clutching it. You both sit there for who knows how long.

until a knock sounds at the door. your eyes widen and John’s head lifts up. “What is it.” he barks. “‘S me, cap’n.” Simon. his rough voice cuts out, and you hear the door open and john mumbling out a string of curses, but no attempt to pull out, keeping you pinned with his weight. “oh. see you finally got ‘round to it, cap’n. could’ve called me though, would’ve quite enjoyed ruining our bird.” is all Simon says before turning on his heel and shutting the door with a loud click. you’re beet red from your position on the desk, and tears fill your eyes. your lieutenant just caught you underneath your captain, and who knows what’ll happen now. “sir…” you whine. “i-i hafta go, can’t been seen by anyone else with you.” he rumbles his deep laugh, and pulls you both onto the chair. “mm, you worried love?” you’re so frustrated at this point, trying to escape his hairy arms. “yes! the lieutenant could tell anyone!” he sets his head on your shoulder and angles his mouth to your ear.

“you didn’t listen did you. you’re our bird. he isn’t going to tell nobody.” you begin to go limp again as a hand reaches down in between your legs again. “can’t bloody let you go now, can we? won’t ever leave us again. next time you’ll let Simon use you, he’s been good lately.” you squirm and let out a breathy moan. “mm. like that, do ya’? all o’ us using you?”

“yea. i know you do, pretty girl.”

“sir.”

he chortles, pressing open mouth kisses along your neck, cigar long discarded in its ashtray, allowing his fingers to finally undo your blouse. hes chubbing up inside you again, and it’s in that moment you know you just got yourself caught in a trap you will never escape.