Secondo walking through the halls and suspiciously tripping over nothing in front of a large group of sisters of sin, causing a suspiciously large amount of books to fall out of his papal robes: oh no my feminist literature books
18+ nsfw II warnings: mirror sex, gets kinda rough icl john is pent UP, public sex, creampie, pussy slapping
captain price + black beanie = my pants are wet
The six of you were sat around the bar table, tucked away in the corner by the pool table. Gaz and Soap were acting like children as usual, arguing over a foul that you saw never actually happened, but it was entertaining to watch those two bicker.
"So what do we do now?" Riley's voice came from the other side of the table. "Feelin' a bit bored now that Hassan is gone. We got any other jobs lined up?" You rolled your eyes, smiling at him.
"Si, can you relax for literally five minutes, please? We just endured a three month long shit storm and you're wanting to jump straight back into it? I, for one, need a holiday or something," you look over at Price who sits to your right, tickling the rim of his whiskey glass with his index finger. "I'm thinking somewhere tropical. Maybe Brazil, oh, or Jamaica."
"You've been to both those places, love," he smirked, glancing at you for a second.
"Yeah, for work. Not pleasure. And right now all we're doing is work and experiencing zero pleasure."
"I dunno," Riley said, leaning his head back to watch Gaz and Soap playing. "Gaz got quite a lot of pleasure after our last mission off shore."
The three of you laughed between yourselves before Riley got up to buy the next round, leaving you and Price at the table by yourselves. His knee bumped into yours as he shifted his weight, spreading his legs further apart.
"Zero pleasure, huh?" Price grinned, focused on his glass. "You sure about that? What about Italy, or Scotland, Mexico, Ira-"
"Okay okay, Jesus Price," your laughing cut him off, and Price couldn't do anything but return your smile. "You know what I mean though. I need a holiday. Some time away. Oh my God, I'd kill for a weekend off."
Price leaned over, his hand creeping into your thigh, his fingers tickling the soft material of your pants until they drifted up your thigh to your hip. "Okay, love, I'll make you a deal," his face inched closer to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "We get through these meetings and reports with Laswell and Shepherd, and I'll take you wherever you want to go. My treat."
"Oh honey," you leaned in until your lips brushed his, looking up at him through your lashes. "After all the shit you put me through with this mission, it'll definitely be your treat." Price smiled, leaning in to kiss you until your fingers pressed against his lips, blocking his path and pushing his face away gently. His eyes slimmed, squinting at you. "I'll be back in a sec."
You moved past the boys at the pool table, ignoring their bickering and begs for your assistance as to who's in the wrong and moving towards the bathroom. Pulling your hair out of the uncomfortable updo it had been jammed into last second, you patted your face with cold water. It had been a long few months and you were nothing short of exhausted.
A knock came on the door, and you shouted that you'd be one second, grabbing your things off the sink counter and unlocking the door. Price pushed you back into the bathroom, shutting it harshly behind him and spinning you around to push you up against the bathroom door. His hand caressed your waist, reaching behind you to click the lock into place.
"Are you fucking insane, John? What are you doing?" You weren't mad, you weren't even slightly annoyed. You loved this, the excitement, the fact you could still hear Gaz and Soap arguing behind the door.
"Can you shut up for five minutes? Is that so hard? Or do I need to shut you up myself, love?"
You opened your mouth to retaliate, but Price shut you up himself, pressing his lips to yours fiercely, his hand cupping your cheek, pressing himself against you. You let go of your bag and heard it hit the tiled floor with a bang, wrapping your arms around his neck and entangling your fingers in his hair, worming your hands under the black beanie that adorned his head. His tongue parted your lips and your head felt so fuzzy by the sudden altercation that you didn't notice his free hand unzipping your pants, his fingers sliding past your underwear to the wetness collecting there.
Moaning into his mouth, you gripped him tighter as his fingers worked themselves in and out of you, curling deep inside your pussy. He pulled you away from the door, and you felt the backs of your thighs hit the sink. Price made quick work unbuttoning your shirt, kissing his way down your neck to your tits, mouthing your nipples as your head fell back against the mirror above the sink.
"Fuck, John. Is this a good idea? In the bathroom of our local bar. Gaz and Soap are gonna hear us."
He looked up at you, his hand gliding up your sternum to wrap his fingers around your throat, pulling you closer to his face. "You say that like I give a shit, sweetheart. You want me to stop? Because I can walk out that bathroom door right now, if you want. Or I can give you a little taste of that pleasure you haven't shut up about in days. Your choice. But you don't have long before the boys start wondering where we are."
You looked up at him, and then trailed your eyes down his body, noting he'd already unbuttoned his own pants, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. Fuck it.
You felt like only seconds had passed, but you were brought back to reality when Price spun you around to face the mirror. You pants were down to your ankles in a split moment, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. He always loved the way you were so impatient, rocking your ass back against him to further it along. You never knew patience.
"John, please, come on," you looked at him through the mirror, your blood boiling at the smirk on his face. He loved pissing you off like this. "Do you seriously find this funny? I thought we didn't have much time, hmm?"
"Says the woman who not thirty seconds ago called me insane for walking in here." You couldn't respond. The pressure of his cock pushing through your folds and into your soaking cunt. "Fuck love, feels so good." Price's hands gripped your hips, knowing that this was not the place nor the time for slow and sensual. His hips slammed against yours, balls slapping against your ass cheeks.
You gripped onto the sink, fingers bruising into the ceramic edge. Your head was pulled back, forced upright to look into the mirror. Your face flushed red, seeing your body bent over the counter, your ass in the air. Then there was John, his beanie pushed back slightly, sweat slicking his brow from the small confines of the dingy bathroom with no working air-conditioning or windows. His forearms tensed, gripping your hips and slamming into you, the veins poking through his skin, his shirt pulled up his body, held by his teeth as he watched his soaked cock pull out of you and push back in to the hilt.
His skin connecting forcefully with yours drowned out the bar music, the bickering and all outside noise. You felt his grip tightening in your hair, refocusing your eyes back to the mirror. "Like this, huh? Getting fucked by your captain in the bathroom while the guys are out there? Fuck, you're so fucking wet, bet you're loving this."
You could see the look on his face, in absolute awe of you, the shirt discarded from his teeth, dropping against his stomach. You could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. At this rate neither were you.
"Look at yourself, love. Getting filled with my cock, watching yourself getting fucked. God, you look so fucking good right now, all cock drunk." You couldn't deny it, it was so much hotter fucking in a mirror that you ever could have imagined.
A knock came from the door, then a second knock.
"Hey, you done in there?" Gaz's voice echoed through the door. "It's been like twenty minutes and I gotta take a piss."
You couldn't even figure out how to respond, Price's cock thrusting deep inside you, your stomach twisting and contorting, his fingers tipping you over the edge when they rubbed tight circles against your clit, rendering you speechless. You were only brought back when Price caught your attention with a quick slap against your pussy, shaking you back to the present.
"Answer him, love," Price said. It wasn't even a question, it was essentially an order.
"Fuck, shit," you whispered, Price slapping your pussy again, ticking over your clit. "Gimme a minute, Gaz. Be out in a sec."
"What are you doing in there, man? Shitting?"
"Gaz, I swear to God, fuck off for like five minutes, I'm busy," you shouted through the door, hearing Price's laugh as he kept fucking into you, bringing you to your orgasm quicker by the second.
"Shit, okay. Calm your tits." You heard his footsteps retracting. The coast was finally clear, for now. But he was like a childish brother, he'd be back in a few minutes to irritate you longer.
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, with his cock stuffed in your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit, and the forced sight of him fucking you in the mirror, you felt your release wash over you violently. You hand slammed against the tiled wall besides the mirror, your other hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans as you came all over Price's cock. His groans filled your ears, moaning your name as he felt your wetness drip all over him, falling down your legs and onto the cool tiles below.
He felt your walls clamp around him, pulling his own orgasm from him, his seed coating your insides, twitching inside you as your pussy milked his cock for every drop he had to give. You stayed there for a moment, your body hot and sweaty, Price leaning his body against yours, kissing your shoulders, drifting gently across the back of your neck.
"Shit, we should probably get back out there before the guys start a manhunt for us," you laughed, feeling his cock slip out of you so you could turn around to face him. He smiled down at you, cupping your cheeks and kissing you softly. "Pull your pants back up, Captain, you've got whiskey to drink."
Making yourselves more decent, his kissed you one last time before moving to the door. Unlocking it and opening it for you, you moved to step out only to freeze in place, your eyes as wide as dinner plates. Price, confused, turned to see what had you spooked, coming into view to Riley, Soap and Gaz at the door. You'd seen them pulling their heads away from the door, clearly trying to listen in on what was going on.
"Uh...um so I can-we can explain..." you trailed off because how the fuck were you going to explain this?
So Price stepped in front of you, his lip twitching because even though he found it slightly hilarious, he couldn't show that. "So I'm going to assume that the three of you are just desperate for a piss, and not eager to listen in on our...private conversations. So we're going back to the table and we will see you guys there soon." He held his hand out to you and the two of you walked back to the table giggling between yourselves.
"You owe the next round, Price, I nearly pissed myself waiting for you to...finish, I guess," you heard Gaz call from behind you. You turned your head to look at him.
"Well Gaz, ask nicely and I'm sure Soap will hold your cock for you while you piss, so go before you get it all over the floor."
Price laughed to himself, knowing he definitely owed you a holiday after all this.
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