cw fauxcest, second hand embarrassment?
You had said it once. On accident. You were tired, it wasn't really your fault. Body sluggish and weak as you stumbled onto the heli after your teammates.
"Thanks, Dad." You mumbled as John tossed you a full canteen of water. Not yet aware of what you had said as you chugged the cool liquid.
They all had a right laugh about it. Lots of teasing. Lots of jabs about how old the captain was, how much you looked up to him to call him that. It was a bloody accident. And it left your face burning, sulking the entire flight home. Snapping tiredly at the boys whenever they brought it up again.
And boy did they bring it up. Every chance they had.
"Don't you mean, Dad?" Gaz would grin as you called after Price in the hallway. Drawing laughs from the rest of them. Earning a punch in the arm that left him pouting.
Ghost and Johnny would very loudly ask questions whenever you were in the vicinity. Asking 'Dad' what the next mission was, what was for dinner, who was on cleaning duty. Or in Johnny's case, 'Daddy'. He always took it a step further.
Even John wouldn't let it go. It thrilled him, that you viewed him as a father figure. A mentor of sorts. He would guide you if that was what you wanted. John knew he would likely never have children, but he could care for you in the same way.
"You love Dad's cock, don't you, kid?"
Soft whines spilled from your lips. Shoving your face into the pillow so you wouldn't have to listen to him ramble. Cunt split open deliciously by the length of him. Each thrust spearing deep, his heavy balls slapping against your clit in the most perfect way.
"Yeah, you do." He mused, knowing you were trying to ignore him. Grinding deep against your cervix until you were gasping. "Only yer Dad could take care of you like this. You wouldn't let anyone else make you cum, would you?"
You responded with another half moan, half sob. The pillow damp against your cheek. From drool, sweat or tears you couldn't tell.
Your hair fell over your face when you shook your head. Clawing at the sheets for purchase as he started to fuck you harder, faster. The breath leaving your lungs with every snap of his hips. Surely hard enough to leave bruises along your ass and the backs of your thighs.
"Say you want yer Dad to make you cum. Beg for Dad to fill you nice and full."
His fist gripped your hair when you shook your head again. Tugging you back so you couldn't hide anymore. Pulling hard enough to make you cry out.
"Please! Dad please! You fuck me so goodpleaseletmecum! Need you... you, Dad."
You weren't sure if anything he said made sense. But he did drop you back onto the bed. Keeping his thrusts stead as he reached around to toy with your clit. Pleased with how easily you submitted.
"So good, kid. I'm proud of you."
Despite it all, despite the embarrassment. You felt your mind go warm and fuzzy at his praise. Filling a void you didn't know was there.
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