Intro: Howdy! You can call me Kat . 🤟🏾🔩💜🍇🇨🇱. I’m a sub and little primarily. (OWNED) but I can also switch :p (mostly dom women but I’ve dommed men before) I’m pansexual..I love being daddy’s best little wolf cub / and his best slut.
But having a pretty homegirl I play with is cool too
“Old dog’s can’t learn new tricks, price” Soap would grin across the table. Ghost’s low chuckle followed like smoke. “Bet the missus is bored stiff, Captain.”
Price never rose to the clear ragebait in front of the boys, but the words..stuck. You were younger, gorgeous, and God— always eager for him… yet a small, ugly part of him wondered if they were right. He’d never exactly been the adventurous type in bed—solid, thorough, but not… inventive.
So he cornered Gaz one night after drills.
“Need a favor, Sergeant.”
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”
Price rubbed the back of his neck, face already red with what he could only pin as embarrassment. “You’re good with the ladies. I want lessons. Real ones.”
Gaz blinked, then a slow, wicked grin spread. “You want a demonstration, Captain?”
Price’s jaw flexed. “Please..”
That’s how you ended up here—naked on the bed, thighs spread over Price’s lap while Gaz knelt between your legs like he’d been invited to dinner.
Price’s big hands were firm on your waist, keeping you pinned back against his chest. “She’s sensitive.” he muttered, almost clinical, but you could feel how hard he was against your lower back. “On with it, sergeant.”
Gaz’s eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry. “You ready for this, love?”
You nodded, already wet and aching just from the sheer thrill of the situation.
Gaz didn’t waste time. Two thick fingers slid through your folds, spreading you open. “First thing—don’t rush. Get her nice and wet.” He rubbed slow circles over your clit until your hips jerked, then pushed two fingers inside, curling just right.
Price watched every movement like it was a briefing.
“There’s a spongy spot here…” Gaz pressed upward deliberately causing your whole body to jolt. “Right there. That’s your target.”
He started pumping—steady, focused strokes that dragged over that spot again and again while his thumb kept pressure on your clit.
Price’s voice was rough in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Let him work.”
Your orgasm built fast—embarrassingly so.
“That’s it..” Gaz praised, voice low. “She’s swelling up. See how she’s pulsing?” He added a third finger and the pressure inside became unbearable. “When she starts trying to close her legs, don’t let her. Keep going.”
Price’s hands moved to your thighs, holding them open. You came with a broken cry, but Gaz didn’t stop. He kept fingering you through it, rough and relentless, and suddenly everything felt tighter, hotter, like something was about to—
“There..” Gaz growled. “Let it go, lovely...”
With a whine, a gush of wetness flooded out around his fingers, soaking the sheets and his wrist. Price made a low, filthy sound behind you as he watched you squirt for the first time in your life.
Gaz eased his fingers out slowly, letting you ride the aftershocks, then lifted his soaked hand to show Price. “That’s the spot. Consistent pressure, curved fingers, and you don’t stop when she comes.. you keep going until she gives it to you.”
Price’s breathing was ragged. His cock was nearly throbbing against your back.
Gaz wiped his fingers on your inner thigh, then met Price’s eyes. “Your turn, Captain.”
Price shifted you forward, laying you down properly. He kissed the inside of your knee, voice low with promise.
You had both joined the military at the same age. You both much preferred a fruity cocktail to a pint. You both had an unhealthy obsession with your lieutenant.
You both had tiny cocks.
Ok maybe tiny was exaggerating. They were below average. Johnny's slightly thicker than yours, but shorter. Something you held over his head every chance you got. But compared to the rest of the team, you both were minuscule. Not that you were looking or anything. Johnny definitely hadn't caught you staring slack jawed at Ghost in the locker room while he changed. Heavy length hanging between his thighs. Bigger than any you'd ever seen even soft.
That was where your obsession had started. Johnny had been madly infatuated for years now, and was very happy to have someone share his fantasies with.
"Come over. Now."
You assumed the text meant something bad. Johnny had gotten in trouble, or even hurt. Hurrying to his room. Only giving Simon a quick nod as you passed him in the hallway.
Just as you were about to knock, the door opened next to you. Not Johnny's room, Simon's. The scot standing there with a grin on his face. You did a double take when you saw the toy he was clutching in his hands. A beast of a fleshlight. Leaking what was definitely cum down its length.
"He didnae get the chance to clean up... 'ad a meeting..."
Johnny had told you plenty of times, in great detail about how much he heard when sharing a wall with Ghost. To the point where you knew the mans schedule. He must have been really pent up. Normally he wanked right before bed.
You never imagined that your little crush on your superior would lead to you in Johnny's room. Pressed against the other man, mouthing at his neck as you rut your cock against his in the toy.
You both fit so easily. Room to spare. You could picture Simon using the toy, stretching the silicone to its limits. Even with both you and Johnny together you didn't come close to his size.
Ghost's cum made every thrust slick. Obscene wet noises sounding as Johnny jerked the two of you off with the toy. Tugging you by your hair to meet his lips. Tongue curling against yours while you panted into his mouth.
"Si..." You whined. Chasing your orgasm. Every twitch of Johnny's cock against yours sending you closer.
"Lt... please..." Soap responded. One arm snaking around your waist to keep you close.
"Fuckin' nasty. The both of you." Ghost grunted from the doorway.
Simon Riley with his weird ass acts of love and bizarre concept of boundaries
You’ll be waking up confused in the middle of the night, feeling a strange pulling at your feet, only to glance down and see your boyfriend has thrown the covers off and is attempting to clip your toenails for you
“What in the actual f-”
“I’m tired o’ your talons diggin’ into my legs every nigh’. This is for both o’ us, love.” He’ll grumble in that tone of his that leaves no room for argument, only the sound of nail clippers echoing in the room as your roll your eyes before shutting them again
Every so often when you’re on your period, you’ll be stepping out of the shower, bewildered to find that the night time pad and underwear you’d set aside with your pyjamas on the bathroom counter top, have been put together for you?
“Simon- you saved me all of two steps at most? Opening the wrapper and sticking it on?”
“And you’re welcome.” He’ll mutter casually with a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to brush his teeth
“I’m so confused. I might be losing it, Si.” You’ll mention one time, coming home after work with bags of greasy takeout food in hand, his brow only raising in question. “This is maybe the third time now I’ve noticed that the petrol was nearing a quarter tank, so I’d plan to fill up the next day. But next time I get in the car- the tank is fucking full! The first time I thought I had dreamt it, second time I thought I was hallucinating a little bit, but now-”
“Love, I’ve been filling up your car.”
“…what?”
“That’s me. Every time I’ve heard you say you need petrol- I’ve filled up the car.” Simon shrugs as though he’s simply telling you what the weather is for today, not that he’s been sneaking out in the middle of the night with your car keys to run a quick errand for you as you sleep
“I don’t know if I want to ask how or why first.”
“Well petrol’s fuckin’ expensive now, that’s why. You don’t need to be payin’ tha’.”
“You could have just … asked me?”
“… righ’. Noted.” He’ll nod in quick agreement before moving on to take the bags from you, no intention whatsoever of changing his habits
When your fingers slip down and find her clit during a heavy makeout and she lets out that desperate whimper and you whisper "awwww angel, is this what you needed?" like you didn't know exactly what it would do to her.
dad boyfriend that picks out your clothes for you each morning <3 dad boyfriend that makes you find somewhere private to send him little pictures throughout the day <3 dad boyfriend that inspects you when you get home, stripping you slow and caressing you, exploring your holes and groping your tits <3 dad boyfriend that slaps you when you look away, demanding to know if any boys flirted with you because he wasn't there <3 dad boyfriend that writes daddy's girl on you and spanks you every day, because he needs to leave his mark on you <3 dad boyfriend that has to be touching you every time you're in public together <3 dad boyfriend... <3
ꨄ︎ever since he asked you out, your manicured fingers haven't touched a cash register. he never forgets his wallet, and your name is embroidered on it.
ꨄ︎you have his credit and debit card memorized, as well as his bank info. he encouraged it, making sure the digits always faced you when he paid for something. when you buy new shoes while he's off at base, he perks up immediately.
ꨄ︎gladly pays for your maintenance routine and drives you to every stop. he'll wait for you to get your nails done, even chatting with your nail tech. his ass is glued to the seat by time you leave, but it's worth to make his doll happy.
ꨄ︎stays up helping you make pinterest boards. whether it's for your next hairstyle, nail set, vacay or room decor, he loves feeling included.
ꨄ︎does all the at home remedies and face masks. sometimes you'll catch him in the kitchen, concocting some gross raw egg recipe he found online. he's only doing it so you're skin can be 'glowy,' as you call it. he think's you're stunning as is, but the beam on your face when you giggle at him is the brightest thing he's ever seen.
ꨄ︎professional bag holder. his biceps are bigger than your head, perfect for lugging heavy bags around. he'll never tire of holding them, and he can walk around the mall without complaining. something about being your bag holder flusters him, makes him cherry red from his neck to his ears.
ꨄ︎y'all are always matching. if he sees you in red and he has on blue, he'll be late just to change and compliment your outfit with his. it's not uncommon for him to plan all the outfits for the week, ensuring each of his make you look even better.
ꨄ︎one of the best parts about having price as a boyfriend is being treasured. he's always bragging to the boys about you, spamming them with pictures of the beauty he somehow pulled. he's not a social media person, but his facebook page is covered with pictures of you, some more flattering than others. you're always beautiful to him, bed head and all.
simon riley loves edging you just with his fingers.
it starts the way it always does with him—quiet. his body heat at your back, big frame boxing you in against the mattress, the smell of leather and soap lingering on him. you can feel the faint rasp of his breath against the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, like he’s waiting for something.
his hand is already between your thighs. gloved at first, the drag of the fabric over your inner thigh making you twitch. then he peels it off—slow, just to make you wait—and that bare hand slides back in. fingers finding you without fumbling, pressing into the heat between your legs like he’s been thinking about it all day.
the first touch is barely anything. a slow sweep through your folds, knuckle grazing your clit just enough to make you jolt. you hear the little hum in his chest—approval, amusement, something in between. “sensitive, huh?” low, rumbling. the kind of voice that doesn’t ask questions so much as remind you who’s in control.
he settles in behind you, one thick arm curling over your ribs to keep you still while the other works lower. his fingers slide against you again, slower this time, spreading your wetness before dipping one inside. just one. he sinks it in all the way, curling it slightly until your hips twitch against him.
“stay still,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “lemme work you up proper.”
the second finger joins the first before you can brace for it, stretching you in that perfect, almost unbearable way. the heel of his palm presses against your clit with every push, and it’s too much already. your breath’s coming quicker, your thighs trembling against the steady grip of his hand.
you feel it building fast. too fast. every curl of his fingers drags you higher until you’re biting your lip hard enough to taste copper.
and then—he slows. not stops, just slows. his fingers ease to a lazy pace, the kind that keeps you balanced right on the edge but won’t push you over.
“not yet,” he says, quiet but sharp, his mouth close enough that the words scrape over your skin. “you’re not ready.”
you try to move against him, chasing it, but his arm tightens around your ribs and keeps you still. the burn of it is maddening. you’re right there and he’s holding you in place like it’s nothing.
every time you get close again—every desperate little twist of your hips—he drags you back down. slower. shallower. making you whimper and curse under your breath until your voice cracks.
he stays there for what feels like hours, building you up, tearing you down, until you’re shaking in his arms, soaked and aching and begging without words.
“that’s it,” he finally murmurs, almost like he’s rewarding you. “hold on for me. i’ll let you come when i say.”
and the worst part? you know you will. you always do.
mechanic!simon who usually comes home late after his shift at the auto-shop. you can smell him as soon as he enters the apartment door. he reeks of burning gas and concrete a combo your used to smelling on him. dropping his tool bag by the door. ghost takes prideful strides towards you. you can hear single every step his heavy boots make as he b-lines to the spot next to you on the couch. “you gonna tell me why your sitting here in the dark and not upstairs getting ready for bed?” you don’t respond you just look in his direction. “baby you have to use your words and ask for what you want. you wanna stay up and act like a big girl i’ll treat you like one. but close mouths don’t get fed, ain’t that right sweetheart?” “i want you like this.” i thought we talked about this sweetie?” “i know it’s just been a long day and i’ve been waiting for you gho-” before you even get chance to fully shift your body to face him he’s already yanking you by the back of your head and waist to straddle him. inhaling his scent of metallic and cologne makes you feel elated and goes straight to your pussy. “ts my sweet girl your daddy doesn’t wanna get you dirty”. “please i want you just as you are sir”. simon wouldn’t deny it turned him on knowing you wanted him in you after a 10 hour shift. he was sweaty, greasy and covered in oil stains. but you still wanted him. it made his dick hurt knowing. he felt like it was unsanitary to be intimate with you after he’s been working under cars all day. but your pussy pressing against his rough work jeans was making him think he could make an exception. you could’ve asked for anything he would have to adhere to it. he could never really tell you no especially not when your needy like this, but simon knew better then to fully give in at this moment he would just give you something to hold you over. as you guys inhale in each others scent, he’s pulling you down on him by the back of the neck gripping the sides. the whole palm of his right hand giving you stability as he uses his left to help guide your waist back forth so you can rub your pussy back and forth on him you can feel his bulk pressed against his jeans rubbing against your folds. “agh simon right there” you gasp as you start convulsing in his lap. “i know, i know princess, is this what you wanted for me to come home so you can rub your pristine little pussy on me all grimy and dirty? huh mama is that what you wanted.”
