The Captain's consort

by Your_gothic_husband46

Summary:

A nice fluffy but very tension filled explicit fanfic between the slightly injured reader and cpt. John price.

Chapter 1

" Lass I need you to quit moving so I can wrap up your stitched hand. I Wouldn't want them snagging on things. It'll only take a second if you would sit still" John said, his soft gaze glittered with a hint of annoyance as he straddled your lap, his back against your chest and his legs draped awkwardly to the side to steady himself. His weight balanced on top of your thighs like a trail cairn, pleasantly squishing the air out of your diaphragm. Being that he is your superior, this would be highly inappropriate for anyone else but the two of you. You still weren't sure how you ended up together, it just came naturally after becoming his right-hand woman and second in charge.
"Are ye even going to tell me how that happened or do I have to find out myself like everything else?" He said mockingly pouty, his delicate touch finishing off your bandages, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You knew exactly how it happened. You shredded your knuckles trying to make it back to the convoy from behind enemy lines. You knew he was just worried about you. That he has beaten himself up for you getting injured. It ate at him even if it was only a few minor lacerations along the top of your non-dominant hand. When you started dating he promised to never put you in harm's way. Within the nature of your shared career, that meant not leaving you alone. Your isolation that far into the area Task Force 141 had been liberating was completely unintentional. You had walked away with the worst of it. Luckily your quick thinking and strength made hustling back to the Trucks an easy task. What wasn't an easy task was to watch your normally laid-back and cheerful boyfriend pace like a caged ape.
"Baby c'mere. You know this isn't your fault. Things happen and despite our in-depth planning, God has other plans" you said, leaning into his grasp as he helped you out of the infirmary seating. This seemed to set his mind at ease slightly, although treating you with the most dainty touch would truly relax him.
He was a provider before being your captain, and if that meant he had to massage your shoulders after a warm bath to earn a little trust, then so be it. You had been cleared to go back to base housing within hours of your return so he led you out of his truck, making sure your hand stayed tucked into your midsection to not bang it against anything, buckling your seat belt with his free hand as your hand was trapped between your stomach and the belt. You felt a pang of nervousness with the vulnerability of only having one useable hand, but it shrank as he drove, his cab smelling faintly of his cologne and cigars. He had quit smoking years ago but it clung to his truck like a Spector. Even though you hated nicotine it was oddly comforting in the same way an old quilt draped over your feet brought you a level of coziness. Since you had combined households and moved in together it made planning dates around work easier, and tonight, it made it easier for John to rope you into a mandatory self-care evening. He loved having a courageous, assertive partner, but spoiling you was one of his main ways to show affection.

Chapter 2: Black dog

Summary:

Sweet sweet love bro

He carried your bags inside, setting them on the kitchen island. He motioned for you to enter the master bathroom and wait until he entered. You sat on the toilet cover, your tired body drooped against the cold porcelain through your PT kit. Deep breathing, you felt your heart rate even out as the ceiling fan hummed overhead. As you got lost deeper in thought you heard the door creak open, as your eyes shifted, you saw Price holding a gallon zip lock bag, a little candle, and some fluffy clean towels. You let out a small sigh of relief, suddenly taking in the rank odor of the last mission still coating your clothing and skin.
Price set the items down on the sink, his finger hooking itself into your waistband. His smoky voice tickled the top of your ear as he whispered "I suppose I'm going to need you to participate a little. Not much, you need to save your energy dear. Please let me help you", causing a slight shiver of anticipation for the warm water, he carefully removed your clothing, making sure to maneuver around your hand. Once you were nude, he slipped the bag over your bandaged hand, gingerly setting the wonky protection device onto the ledge to avoid getting it wet and having to change it. He ran the water, dipping his fingers in to make sure it was the right temperature for your aching joints. He lit the small candle and placed it on the counter, its small flame danced as he washed your hair and body, his calloused hands worked out the knots in your muscles. Rinsing off the suds, he brought the candle over, its freely wobbling flame now snubbed into a tiny stream of smoke. "May I drip this over your skin dear? They're body-safe candles, the wax is good for your hard-working skin" he said, his almost bear paw-like hands making the candle look comically tiny, you couldn't see any reason why not to, so you nodded your head, letting him drip the warm wax across your shoulders and chest. It made your skin prickle tantalizingly. As he rubbed the wax into your skin you couldn't help but let out small moans of approval as his hands kneaded the muscles of your breasts and arms. You weren't stupid, you saw what this was doing to him, and it was all a part of your plan. You hated being hurt, and you hated being babied while hurt even more, so you were trying to engage his dominant mode. The sensation became too much and you whined against his touch, making a cunning smile curl across his lips. Draining the basin, he helped you out of the bath. Handing you the towel off of the bar, he removed the bag from your hand and you realized he neglected to grab you anything to wear. And that was by design. He grabbed your ass lightly, chuckling at the squeak of surprise you uttered.
"Lass, I can do some things for you in the bedroom. Should I grab you a robe, or will you follow me" He growled, his hand cupping your shoulder. Your mind was made up before he had even spoken. He guided you by the towel to your room and pointed to the end of the bed. You spread it out and lay down, placing your hand out of the way. He removed his shirt, his chiseled frame drained into a soft but toned midriff, which was one of your favorite parts of him besides his kind soul.
"May I?", he rasped, kneeling on the floor in front of your legs, his warm breath turning you on as it rolled over your most sensitive area, his hand wandered in between your legs, coming to rest, just above your knee. You eagerly nodded, and he began kissing your legs and inner thighs making you squirm and reach for his hair, he lightly snatched your hands in one of his own, encasing your wrists in his fingers like a set of handcuffs. His beard added stimulation to an already increasingly overstimulating feeling as his other hand rubbed your inner thigh, beginning a shiver that started at the base of your spine and stopped at your fingertips. His tongue lapped at your opening, his devotion was made known by each deep skillful stroke of his tongue in and out of you. He let go of your hands and used his own to pin your legs open as he lightly kissed your clit, causing you to grind yourself into his mouth, desperately for any sort of relief, making the captain giggle against you, even the vibration of that was too much. You wanted release and you wanted it immediately, his agonizingly slow pace made you want to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. The pressure building made you dumb and eager to do whatever he asked as long as it led to any sort of progress. He lifted one of his wide hands and instructed you to suck his fingers, almost drooling from the insane amount of pleasure you were experiencing. You sucked his fingers seductively as if you had your mouth around his length. Nodding approvingly he removed his hand from your mouth and you quietly whined, missing having any part of him inside of you. He rubbed his hand over your lower stomach soothingly, whispering, "It's alright love. You'll get what you need soon enough. We just need to prepare you so you're not super sore tomorrow sweetheart. Is that alright?" He asked, his hungry eyes making you want nothing more than whatever he had to offer. You nod, and gasp as his saliva-coated finger circles around the entrance of your opening, forcing a shaking of your thighs. He slowly pushes a finger inside of you, and it fills you with a mix of dizziness and a deep craving for him. He curled his finger towards himself and began a slow, almost tortuously slow pace. With each curl, you felt a little more pressure resting between your hips. His mouth took up its previous spot as he licked at you once more, your twitching thighs tried to squeeze around his head, and hesitating, Price raised his head, and his watery blue eyes scanned your frantic face. He knew exactly what you wanted, but it wasn't right of him to give it to you immediately. You were too injured to serve him, so for him to take care of you was the only answer. Propping himself up, he asked if you were ready for a second finger, and you whimpered as he plunged his finger toward your G spot like he was trying to pick up a coin on a flat surface. As the tempo of his fingers increased you couldn't hold in your voice and his devilish smile spread as he continued, nearly making you climax, and stop, frustrating you beyond belief. Sucking your moisture off of his fingers, he rasped, you could see exactly what your presence was doing to him through his pants and briefs. He stood up, taking off his pants, leaving his loose-fitting boxers on. You could see the outline of his shaft and you suddenly became very glad he had taken such preparations. Grabbing your hips, he speaks in a low tone, sending goose bumps up the back of your neck, you could feel yourself getting wetter as he sucked at the skin near your hips leaving light pink hickies, taking a second after every Mark to watch as it brought you closer to the edge. He stood up, still holding your hips, and he bent forward to whisper into your ear, his voice was no longer its normal tone, instead replaced with a raspy, needy timbre, you rubbed your neck against his face in a plea for him to continue making you feel better, and he chuckled, placing his forehead against yours as he kissed your lips. "my dear. You're ready for a third finger. I need you to be fully ready. I don't want to hurt you" he groaned as he slid all 3 of his big, calloused fingers past your entrance, far enough to begin stroking at your g spot without bumping your cervix. This caused an explosion of sensation as he worked them forward and backward, and he grew more erect as you groaned and writhed in pleasure from his touch. Your fluids coated his hand as he brought you back to the edge of climaxing, and he stopped, admiring the expression on your face when he moved his fingers. Standing up, he rifled through his bedside table and grabbed the lube, padded hand cuffs, a small gag, and a waterproof sheet. You stared in confusion and he motioned for you to stand up. You complied and stood while he spread the sheet over your bed and placed the other items on the bed. Pointing for you to lay back down, he stood and removed his boxers, causing his very hard cock to spring from its containment. It made you dizzy how much you wanted it inside of you. He grabbed the cuffs and the lube from the bed, and applied it to himself, making sure you got a good look at it as he gently began stroking himself, making sure he was also ready to go. He then grabbed the cuffs and undid them with a swift movement of his hand, which made you blush. "Listen. I know you're always down for anything and that you'll let me know if you don't want to continue, but don't just do this because I think it's attractive. I want you to get all the pleasure you can from this too." He cooed, holding the cuffs out in front of him, and you nearly jumped on him in an attempt to get into the cuffs, eager to do whatever he had planned. He stuffed the gag into your mouth and He closed the wristlets around your wrists. you sat back up, jokily posing like your best impression of a girl in a boudoir magazine. He laughed again and lightly dragged you into a kneeling position, careful not to squeeze your injured hand, and laid down, his large dick had started becoming pink and enlarged with desire. You moved to start going down on him and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking his head as your body hovered over his thighs. You then understood exactly what he wanted. You very rarely got to ride him. It just happened to not be his favorite position and it took a while to convince him that you wanted to try it. He motioned for you to slightly raise your hips and he slid down into a position where his cock was right against your vaginal entrance. You tried to lower yourself and he slightly tugged your cuffs again, which made you bolt back to your previous position. "I can't just ram myself into you love, you'll hurt yourself. Why don't you be a good girl and make it so it goes in nicely?" He huffed, his breath rolling over your cold skin made your nipples harden. He took note and began playing with them, and your wetness dripped onto his cock. He grinned sneakily as your eyes started fluttering backward and your breath thickened, and moved one of his hands back to your clit, while the other still delicately kneaded your breast. His movements made you clench around nothing and shake as he intricately teased your body, and you felt like you were close. He noticed the reaction of your body and he began to move faster and more intensely as he bit your neck, you began to hoarsely moan and whine, the gag restricting your ability to talk, spit slightly beading at the place where it touched your lips. His hand continued working, 2 fingers inside of you again, his thumb rubbing at your mound. He rubbed himself against you as he whispered "I love how you look right now darling. You make me want to take you right now. But I need to be loose enough for me to do so. Can you come for me please?", which made you feel like you were going to implode. Between the friction of his cock against you, and his hands wandering your body it felt like electricity. He steadied his pace and continued, making you more frenzied as you neared the peak of your enjoyment, your thighs began shaking and you could no longer maintain kneeling and you slid down to sit on your feet, spreading your knees to show yourself to him, your fluids soaking his dick, causing him to fuss underneath you, you could feel his swollen tip frantically rubbing along your slit.

Chapter 3: Something in your mouth

Summary:

Birds and the bees bro he's pollinating her pistils

The bubble burst and you chased your orgasm as his hands still worked on your genitals. You rest your head on his stomach as you try to catch your breath, and he uses his clean hand to rub your head, and praise you saying "Good. That was so good. One of many you'll be getting tonight. I'm just making sure you'll be able to walk tomorrow". Once you could breathe normally again he positioned you back to your starting position, and he applied more lube to himself, and he used 2 fingers to feel the outside of your hole, making you squirm and grind against his fingers, eagerly whining and rubbing against his touch. Spreading his fingers to the girth of his cock, you started panting, trying to push yourself onto his fingers more. As he positioned himself under you and penetrated you, the feeling of his cock filled your insides and you groaned with pleasure as he started working his hips underneath you, the slow wet thud of his skin hitting yours filled the quiet room. He pulled you by your handcuffs as you crouched over him, his head hitting your g spot perfectly. You rode him, enjoying yourself as you saw how undone he was becoming as you strategically squeezed yourself over him. He put his hands on your hips, guiding you down onto himself forcefully, you couldn’t help the moans every time you made contact. Not satisfied, Price grabbed your hair, kissing up the side of your neck, whispering in your ear as he slammed into you. Coming again, you rode through your ecstasy as your hips shook against him. Rather evilly grinning, Price took himself out of you, and you shook as he exited, making him laugh. Licking the side of your jaw, he moaned “You’re so very desperate, huh? Can’t get enough of me can you. You need me to guide you and push you over the edge don’t you sweetheart. Can I do my job dear?”, Snaking his hands around you, he placed a pillow down and guided you down so that your chest was against the pillow, your backside was in the air and your arms were behind your back. He looked over you, you could feel him eyeing your wet hole as he moved closer to your thighs, he began sucking bruises into the back of your thighs, making you twitch, he lightly slapped your ass, his warm breath rolling over you as he began licking your entrance again, making you groan as he sped up, his slight stubble brushed your clit, causing you to push back on his tongue as he worked you towards another orgasm. He felt you tighten and shake as he devoured your body, his serpentine tongue slipping in and out of your pussy. You came on his tongue, your stomach lowered onto the bed as he kept lapping it up, making you try to say his name through the gag. He finished licking it up and smirked, kissing your hips down to the back of your thighs, praising how good you were for him. As He stood, you realized he had not come yet, and despite being a very disciplined man, his pupils were huge with a confusing yet utterly primal mix of lust and adoration of his future wife, his cock hung heavy as he undid your gag, your saliva dripped to his fingers, and he rubbed the spit into his achingly hard cock as he pointed towards the edge of the bed, his stern attitude completely gone at this point. You positioned yourself at the edge of the bed, kneeling wide, knees spread, your hands placed in front of you, no handcuffs held them anymore. You heard Price shuffle towards the bedside table again, and he pulled out a small vibrator no larger than a tube of Chapstick, a dainty thin pair of straps being the only thing to contain it, and stood behind you again, he showed you this toy, eagerly asking if you wanted to try it. Too far gone, you nodded and your hips shuddered as he slid it into you, clipping the small clips that held it in place, tauntingly flipping the small button, it started producing small rhythmic vibrations that sat right against your clit, and you ground against the toy trying to get any relief, he disapproved, turning it up. Being that your mouth was now free, you began moaning again, now completely uncovered, the sounds of both the toy and your pleas for relief filled the quiet room. Finally satisfied, price grabbed your hips, and slid into your hole, gasping as you pushed back into him, impatiently searching for your final orgasm as he increased his speed, the toy buzzed along at a tempo that was almost making you woozy. He pounded into you, grasping for the dainty straps that held the toy in place, and his carnal infatuation became more known as he whispered your name, you were unsure if he knew whether he wanted to remain in control or give up and let you take him, being overrun with the sensation you smooshed your face into the mattress, trying for the whole base not to hear you, He gingerly lifted your head by your hair, forcing your noises out into the open as his hand intertwined with the root of your hair, each connection with your core made you squeal. proud of his work, Price lightly dragged his nails down your spine, sending shock waves through your body, you could feel the warm wave as he came in tandem with you, and you dissolved into pleasure, your entire body turned to putty as you felt this relief wash over you, he gently laid on top of you, panting, his cock was soft but still inside.

Chapter 4: snuggles

Summary:

Aftercare chapter, go get a snack and some water and dear god wash your hands

Price lay there for a few minutes, letting his senses come back to him as he removed himself from you, you quaked slightly, overly sensitive still. Trying to make the transition from a scene back into daily life, he got up and grabbed a cereal bar off his dresser, a water bottle, and a wet warm washcloth and placed them on the side table. You whined as he lifted you onto the head of the bed and softly wiped you down, his freshly dried sweatpants brushing your leg making goosebumps spurt all over your skin, you could see at the foot of the bed that he had brought you a big pair of his PT sweatpants and a stupid generic mandated t-shirt. Sliding them on, he got in bed next to you while you ate and drank, occasionally kissing your arm and shoulder, he looked at you with big, goofy proud eyes. When you finished eating, he pulled the now dry waterproof sheet off the bed and threw it at the bathroom door to deal with later the next morning, and he slid into bed next to you again, wrapping his arms around you, and you slowly drifted off as he whispered " now I know what to do when you hurt yourself", and you chuckled as you both drifted off to sleep. it was stressful and complicated, But you found yourself ok with being a Captain's wife if you got to be treated like this by a man you loved.