the quiet ones
dbf!joel miller and john price x reader
୨୧ cw: porn without plot, threesome, groping, oral sex, innocence kink, dumbification of reader (?), reader is the meat in that sandwich, pussy spanking.
they were drinking in the living room.
your dad, joel and price, his long time friends. they were sitting on the living room, drinking, having a good time. you knew them, you have talked to them more than once of course. but still...
you've always been a little shy around them. not because they weren’t kind, they were. joel had fixed a shelf of your room without even thinking. price had brought you a little souvenir from one of his trips. they were good men.
but still, they were men.
and joel was quiet, serious, sometimes you'd say he's too grumpy, not with you but still. price on the other hand, he talked just a little more, he always tries to make conversation but somehow, you still get shy. and how can you not? the man is huge. broad, bearded and built like some kind of bear.
you weren't afraid of them, that they would hurt you—cause you know they wouldn't, they were all gentlemen. that's what they had always showed you. it was just... the awareness of them. how big they were, how grown. how different from the boys you knew.
so you didn’t talk much when they were around. you smiled, nodded, brought them snacks, for them and dad.
like tonight. you got in the living room with a tray between hands, holding some snacks you did for dad cause you know he don't like to drink if he has nothing to eat.
you were wearing that little denim skirt, a top that wasn't revealing but even so, it had a perfect neckline for your breasts.
you left the tray on the table where they had the glasses of what they were drinking.
"thanks, sweetheart," your dad mumbled, but he sounds drunk. he is drunk. "ain’t she somethin’? i mean, really. look at her. good girl, always takin’ care of her old man."
you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "dad—"
"nah, let me talk," he said. "i mean it. i’m proud of you, honey. don’t say it enough. smart. kind. sweet. never gives me trouble. even brought snacks without me askin’. y’all don’t know how lucky i am."
you felt your cheeks burn when you sat down on the arm of the couch. "you’re drunk."
he chuckled, poiting at the other couch. "sit down. have a drink with your old man."
"you know i don’t like drinking."
he turned to joel and price. "see that?" he said. "doesn’t even drink. she’s good."
price drank from his glass. "didn’t know there were still girls like that around."
joel's eyes were trailing you, as if trying to decide if taking your dad's words or finding by himself about what your dad said. "your old man raised you right, huh."
"damn right i did," your dad muttered, sinking on the couch, eyes already sleepy. "damn right."
they kept talking but dad was dozing off, his eyes closed by themselves. so eventually, he stood up from the couch.
"that enough," he mumbled, lazily. he leaned down to you and pressed his lips on your forehead. "good night, love."
"night, daddy," you said. "you want me to help you upstairs?"
"nah, i'm good," he patted your head.
dad disappeared upstairs.
suddenly, the room felt different without him, of course, it was kinda awkward for you, specially cause you noticed the way joel and price were glancing at each other, like agreeing in something without even speaking.
then, they looked at you. "well," you cleared your throat, "guess i should head to my room too."
price got more comfortable on the couch before speaking. "why don’t you have a drink first? your dad’s gone now." is that what they believe? that you were just saying that because your dad was here?
you laughed, shaking your head. "i told you, i don’t like drinking."
joel scoffed. "what? you some kinda virgin mary or somethin’?"
your cheeks burned. joel had that tone. he didn't intend to be intimidating, but he was—to you.
price's laughter filled the room after what joel said. "virgin mary," he repeated, laughing for how ridiculous it was.
"am i lying? girl doesn't do anything," joel chuckled. "do you, sweet girl? at college." you shook your head.
"no parties?" joel asked, with that smile like he knows better.
you shook your head again.
joel groaned. "mm. the quiet ones," he said, almost like he was talking to himself. "always the most dangerous."
your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing just a little. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
they didn’t answer. they just laughed and looked at each other, which only made you more nervous.
"ignore him, sweetheart, he's being an asshole," price said.
"tell me, i wanna know," you insisted. "please?"
you looked so small, watching to them both, big wide eyes, curious, even if you knew there was something else behind what joel said. you wanted to know, you wanted to prove them wrong—or right.
joel leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "the quiet girls," he said, eyes fixed on you, "always end up bein’ the most dangerous."
"in what way?" you asked softly, hands on your lap.
joel only scoffed, shaking his head.
price chuckled too, tipping his glass toward joel. "reminds me, man, you remember in college? how that always happened with the virgins?"
joel leaned his head back, laughing.
you frowned. "what are you talking about?" you asked more demanding but still shy.
their laughter only deepened, the sound making you flush even more. price leaned back in his chair, trailing you, stopping by your thighs, maybe your skirt was too short and it made you feel self-conscious. joel didn’t answer, just stared at you like he already knew exactly how long you’d last before asking again.
"so?" you speaked again.
"the quiet girls are always a sluts in bed," he said, raw like that. "they won't say a word but they would suck your dick like their life depends on it."
you swallowed, even your body feels hot, your cheeks, your thighs, your pussy, too. and the silence filled the room, either price or joel said a word, they were just delighted by seeing you like that.
but price broke the damn silence. "or they're just virgins. or virgins desperate for cock."
"are you, sweetheart?" joel asked. "are you the goddamn virgin mary?"
you shook your head slowly. "so you're a little slut in bed," price said playfully.
"no!" you snapped, looking at him with a frown.
joel laughed. "have you had sex before?" you nodded. "and you got your daddy thinkin' you're all sweet and innocent, how bold."
you gulped. "but i'm not like that."
price clicked his tongue. "oh, i see. you're one of the boring ones."
you shook your head. "i can be bold too."
they raised their brows, amused, curious now, to see how far you go. "show us, then," joel said.
"what do you want me to do?" you asked softly.
"strip, for us," price said, joel looked at him and laughed, as if he just said something out of pocket to you. of course, it was out of pocket to ask their friend's daughter to strip for them, specially when she looked kinda lost and shy, and it was even worse that, that's what they liked.
you looked at them, and after a couple of seconds, decided to prove yourself. so you stood up, and toyed the hem of your top, trying to look sexy for them, but you looked nervous, your hands were shaking and they... they were just enjoying the little show. specially seeing your top fall to the floor.
they were perfect, your breasts. just covered by a piece of fabric they knew they could rip with even one hand. both of them leaned back on their seat. price adjusted his jeans, already feeling something growing inside of his pants.
it was just you in the denim skirt. you unbuttoned, leaning to drag it down to your ankles. as you stood up, they held their breaths.
joel knew. you were one of the quiet ones. wearing a damn thong and still acting clueless.
and before you could do anything else, joel stood up and walked to you. you could do nothing but walking backwards toward the wall, feeling small all of the sudden.
"i told you i can be bold," you murmured, looking up to him with those—still shy eyes.
"such a brave girl," he said with his gaze all dark. "real pretty too."
your cheeks burned red. "thanks," you mumbled.
he leaned, teasing your neck with his lips. "would you mind sitting on the couch, for us, sweetheart?"
it was like an instict, you just followed what he said, sitting on the couch, hands on your lap again.
they both stood up in front of you now. "should i get dressed?" you asked, curling your toes in nervousness.
"get your legs on the couch," price said and after a beat, you did. "spread open."
you blinked and did it too, parting your knees, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. their eyes were fixated on your slit, on the piece of fabric that didn't let them see what they wanted.
"you're so obedient," price growled. he was almost drooling by seeing the wet spot on your panties. "how many boys have you been with?"
"um—well, just simon, he's from my class," you explained. "he was the highest grade on math."
they chuckled. "was this simon gentle with you? did you enjoy it?"
you shrugged. "i don't know, it was really fast."
and they laughed even harder, joel's hand came up to your knee, then went lower, to your inner thigh, then, to your slit, but never touching you.
"you're wet," he said pointing at the stain.
you chuckled nervously. "well, i—" you swallowed. "yeah."
"have you even touched yourself, sweet girl?" he kept going.
you tried to avoid their gazes, but it's impossible. "yeah," you admitted.
"can you show us?" price said without a second thought.
you looked upstairs. "well, i—dad is upstairs, you guys are like... his friends and i don't—"
"there it goes," joel drawled. "suddenly she remembered she was a good girl."
"but i am!"
"then do what he says, sweetheart, touch yourself for us."
and as ordered, you lifted your hips to take off your panties, but when you had the piece of fabric in your hands, your knees were together, stuck like glue.
"can you guys promise you won't tell about this to my dad?" you asked softly, looking up at them, all shy and nervous.
they chuckled, price already with a hand on his bulge. "sweetheart, we won't say a word," he rasped, "now let us see."
you closed your eyes before parting your legs again.
you could feel their gazes, and also, you felt vulnerable, small, like if they had some kind of power over you in that moment. even so, you touched yourself as you usually do, drawing lazy circles on your clit, whimpering very softly to the sensation.
they both were watching, without saying a word, without even looking at each other. they knew this was wrong, of course, but that doesn't mean they would stop, not at all. price was the first one to take the first step, unzipping his jeans to take out his dick.
your opened your eyes to the sound and then, your gaze widened and your hand stopped working. he was huge and big. and he was a man old enough to be your father. they both were.
joel caught your gaze and how it changed, as if you were seeing something new. "don't stop," joel said, tipping his head to your pussy. "have you never seen a cock?"
you swallowed, shifting your gaze to his, cheeks burning red. "i-i have but—" you bit your lip. "he's too big."
price hissed, drawing circles on his tip with his thumb, looking at your pussy. joel instead, kneeled and it made your stomach flutter. his hands went straight on the sides of your hips, pulling you to him.
"has someone ever tasted this, sweet girl?" he asked, brushing his nose on your inner thighs.
"no," you mumbled. "guys says it's nasty."
he chuckled, planting a kiss to your mound. "they don't know what they're missing."
he kissed your mound a couple more times, sucking the skin, leaving it flushed, you gasped, but didn't stop him. not when he made his way to your nub, sucking it too, just in the right way, swirling his tongue, leaving it more swollen, just as the rest of your pussy.
he tossed your legs over his shoulders and ate, tasting your folds, hitting the right spot with his tongue, and you did nothing else than pull his hair and curl your toes, moaning softly, bititng your lip trying to muffle some, but you couldn't, it was too much, too new and it felt just good. good enough to buck your hips by instict.
price instead, he was just watching you getting eaten out, he was jerking off coming closer until he could grab one of your breasts, toying the nipple. you looked up to him and he pinched the nipple, just to watch you squirm and whimper.
your gaze stuck to his dick, eager to touch it, to taste him even. "you want my cock, sweetie?" he asked. "you're not a good girl anymore?"
you blinked and nodded. "c-can i touch it?" you licked your lips. "please?"
you didn't need to say more. he nodded and you brought your hand to his balls, just feeling, testing how heavy they were, you raised your gaze for a moment just to find him, all scrunched up, heavily breathing. then, you finally fisted him, dragging your hand up and down, slow and gentle. too much for his liking.
"you know what you're doing, aren't you?" price said between breathy moans.
your lips tugged a shy smile. "what am i doing?" you mumbled.
joel slid his fingers inside you, feeling how soft and tight you were. the slick of your flesh made it easy, and as he worked on your nub, he was filling another part of you too. you parted your lips, moaning, making joel looked up to you, jerking off his friend, looking directly to his eyes, acting all innocent even when you're being used for their pleasure.
"here," joel growled, lifting his fingers—covered in your fluids, to your mouth. "taste yourself."
and you did, you sucked his finger, looking straight to his eyes, holding his arm with your free hand.
price groaned and joel stopped too, since he was aching in his pants too, his dick begging to be out and taken care of too. he needed to fill you. he needed to feel the softness of your walls with his dick, he wanted to hear how much you like it, he wanted you to take off the mask of the sweet girl you always carry everywhere.
"that it," joel said, holding your ankles, but not touchig you anymore. "isn't she the prettiest little thing?" joel said looking to your flushed and puffy pussy.
price came closer, enough to swat it. "she is," he rasped once you jumped.
you whimpered. "that hurt," you said.
"good," he said and did it again, and then joel did it.
both men spanking your pussy, leaving it even more sensitive, more flushed and your legs were already trembling. they loved seeing you like that. you were just taking it, not complaining, not asking them to stop. you just curled your toes and whimpered. until they had enough.
joel made you stand up, naked in between them, price on your back, your hands on joel's chest. he leaned to press his lips on yours, just a soft needy kiss, while price rubbed his dick on your buttcheek. you wrapped joel's neck with your arms, clinging to him. your lips were soft, puffy and wet, you swipped your tongue on his lower lip as he held your hips tight to him, so you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
you gasped and moved one hand down to cup his bulge. "i thought you were too old to get hard," you said between sloppy kisses.
he chuckled with not a trace of humor behind it. "yeah?" you nodded. "this old man got you this wet," he rasped, swatting your butt. "this old man got you begging for cock, sweetheart," he said, swatting your butt once more before turning you around.
this time, he give no time to react, he just pinned you on the couch, unzipped his jeans and rubbed his cock on your slit. price instead, he came to the front, but you didn't look at his dick, though it was right in front of you, you were looking to his eyes.
he wanted to test the waters. to see how far could you go. so he teased his thumb on your lips, which you immediately wrapped and sucked, never breaking eye contact.
"aren't you the sweetest girl?" price growled. "lemme see how cute you look sucking cock."
and then, you had the mushroom tip between your lips, and joel's on your entrance. they both got inside at the same time, price slower than joel, cause he wanted to prove you wrong, that you were dying for his old man's cock still works, that you wanted his old man's cock to fuck you.
you moaned against price's flesh, but didn't stop. he tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding you gently. praising you even when you gagged. "too much, isn't it?" he groaned. you shook your head. "you're a brave girl."
"and tight," joel grunted, thrusting deep. he wasn't lying, you were taking him so well. he hadn't fuck a girl this young, not at his age, but surely won't be the last time. maybe he can keep fucking his best friend's daughter all summer.
price glanced to joel. "come on, man," he said. "lemme try now."
"nah, i'm not done with her yet," joel said digging his fingers even more on your hips. you whined and looked at him over your shoulder. "told ya she was worth the risk, look at that."
he swatted your butt and price chuckled. "move," he growled to joel.
and he did, almost complaining, just as you went he pulled out. "oh, no worries, love," joel dralwed, holding your jaw while price teased your entrance. "i'm getting you filled right here," he said trailing his thumb over your lip.
you nodded. "she loves being filled, don't you, sweetheart?" price said, sliding his dick inside.
you closed your eyes, nodding at the same time you wrapped the mushroom tip of joel with your lips. "do you think your daddy still think you're a good girl if he knew you have two cocks in you?" you looked up to him. "cause i knew you weren't," he said guiding your head down to him.
price wasn't like joel, he wasn't being careful, he was thrusting like you were the only woman in the world. both men were using you as they wanted, but also, they were getting to the climax.
"come on, sweetheart," price groaned. "you're so tight for me." and you were, your walls were throbbing, chocking him just right, just enough for him to pull out before he came inside.
your gaze was on joel's, sucking him, eyes watery but not gagging. you were all he thought you were. you hide behind that mask but this is exactly what you needed. cock. he smirked thinking about it and bucked his hips, fucking your mouth until there was cum running down your throat.
"still works, doesn't it?" joel groaned, pulling your hair.
you swallowed it. "mhm," you nodded, hair sticking to your cheeks for how sweaty you were.
price was staring at his own mess. his cum was over your buttcheeks, he tossed a finger on it and brought it to your hole. "that it."
you let your body fall to the couch while they fixed their clothes, making a pillow with your arms. you were just laying there, on your stomach, looking at them.
You knew you should've put your gas mask on. You were just in such a hurry to get that wing of Makarov's base cleared - you broke down the door of a laboratory-like room, no time to react before some sort of pink gas flowed out.
You got several lungfuls of the sweet-smelling gas before you managed to get your gas mask over your face.
You needed to warn the others. You cried out into your comms, "Gas! There's some kind of gas, west wing! Get your masks on!"
The others responded affirmatives. You proceeded into the lab, gas mask firmly over your face. The pink gas had dispersed. You weren't feeling any different. No burning as you breathed, not even a headache.
The lab was empty. Not a soul in sight. There were still beakers of chemicals, equations, and lab notes scattered across the tabletops. You took everything you could.
You finished clearing the western wing when you started feeling... strange. You felt hot. Sweaty. Before you could really even realize what was happening, you were face-first on the floor.
You woke up in the back of the humvee. You'd been stripped down to your t-shirt and shorts. You still felt too hot. Every touch and brush of fabric against your skin sent sparks down your spine.
You let out a low whine, pulling at your remaining clothes weakly. What the fuck was that gas?
"Hey, hey, calm down, love. You're feverish, just lie back down," Gaz murmurs, capturing your wrists in his hand, "Cap, she's awake."
You moan at the feeling of Gaz touching you, even your fucking wrists. Gaz jerks back like he'd been burned, face etched with shock.
You could feel the stares of the other men as you writhed in your seat, tugging off the rest of your clothes. Your skin was burning hot to the touch and covered in sweat.
You kicked off your panties, moaning as your fingers brush over your clit.
"What the fuck..." You heard Price mumble, staring at you through the rear view mirror, "What the fuck did she breathe in?"
You hear Soap respond with something like, "We won't know till medical does a tox screen, but probably a chemical weapon of some sort..."
You grind up against your fingers, whining loudly. Your pussy is dribbling, leaking all over your fingers and down your thighs. Your clit was throbbing.
It took you less than five minutes to coax an orgasm out of yourself, moaning and shuddering. You don't stop pumping your fingers in and out of yourself.
Your head lolls backward, and you slump over onto Ghost. You feel Ghost stiffen under you. His hands latch onto your waist, tugging you into his lap.
You shriek, your oversensitive pussy throbbing against the rough canvas of Ghost's pants. You let out a weak little whine, grinding against Ghost's bulge.
"M not gonna fuck you, lovie. Not while you're like this." Ghost grumbles, grinding you back and forth on his bulge. Ghost grunts. Your pussy is boiling hot and sopping. "Easy, easy. You'll hurt yourself."
You manage to cum a few times, just like that. With your Captain watching. With the Sergeants watching. In a fucking humvee, speeding out of enemy territory.
You plead and beg for more. Ghost refuses to give it to you. You can hear Gaz frantically jerking his cock next to you. You can hear Soap sucking Price's cock in the front seat.
Something solid presses against your entrance. You instantly grind down on it, moaning. You sink all the way down to the hilt. You're whining.
"Fuckin' whore. She's fuckin' herself on it!" Soap laughs.
You look down, and you're riding the handle of Ghost's fucking knife. Your pussy flutters around it as you cum from the sight.
You stayed sat on Ghost's lap, the handle of his knife deep in your pussy, for the entire ride to the exfil point. Ghost was soaked from how wet you were.
"We're not done yet, baby. Still got our chopper ride yet."
"We haven't properly introduced ourselves," the older man started. "I'm Price."
"Ghost." He motioned to the big masked bloke staring daggers at you.
"Soap." The one with the mohawk licked his lips slightly, causing you to grimace.
"And Gaz." Price lastly motioned to the guy with tan skin. You had to admit—he was quite handsome.
"Little code names? Is that all I get?" Your tone was condescending, and it worked. You could see the tightening of Price's jaw.
Without warning, you felt a gloved hand attach itself to your throat, grip like iron, choking out the last bit of air in your lungs.
"Think you're forgetting who's in charge here, love." Price hissed into your ear before letting you go.
You coughed, grabbing onto your throat as you struggled for air, a bruise already forming. But that didn't stop you yet.
"L-like choking little girls, Price?" you weakly spat out, a look full of venom on your face.
You were expecting him to lose it at that point, but he just folded his arms calmly, a smirk on his face even as he looked down at your last attempts to stay in control.
"Little girls? Oh no." His voice dropped lower, darker. "Worthless little sluts? Now that's a different story."
The words cut deep as you sent a glare his direction. Before you could even get out another word, Ghost and Soap had crossed the room in a matter of seconds and had you pinned by your arms on either side against the bed.
Ghost stared down at you—the skull mask made your stomach churn. The hidden identity aspect didn't help at all with the situation you found yourself in. And he was huge. They were all huge, but he was freakishly huge.
They made quick work of your little Halloween costume. Loud fabric tears echoed through the room—shorts and panties and your top in shreds on the floor.
"Let me go!" You wriggled in their grip, but they didn't even budge. They only laughed in response, finding the whole thing amusing. The reality of your fate finally began to sink in, an air of panic rising within you as tears threatened to well in your eyes.
Price stepped forward, nudging your knees apart with his large thighs, exposing your hot core.
He cocked his head to the side, cooing at it like it was alive. Ghost's hand went straight to your clit, pinching it and laughing as you thrashed from the contact.
Soap joined in and started slapping your folds—both men pinching and teasing your poor pussy like it was nothing more than a toy for them to abuse.
Tears fell from your eyes—a mixture of pain and pleasure along with embarrassment as you lay there so helpless under their hold.
"Come on, lads, that's not nice." A soft voice broke through your sobs. It was Gaz. He walked over, joining in on the commotion.
Just as you thought he was going to be your knight in shining armour, he quickly bent down and placed a finger around your entrance, drawing little circles around your hole before inserting it inside you.
"At least let her cum once before she's too fucked to even know what's going on," he mock-sympathised, brown eyes carrying a dark glint as he continued to fuck your little hole with his fingers.
Ghost made steady work of your clit, continuing to rub menacing circles while Soap sucked on your tits. Your sobs turned into moans quickly as you lay there, a wet mess under their hands.
It wasn't long before you reached your climax, releasing your juices all over Gaz's fingers, shuddering from your high. For a second, you forgot where you were or who you were with as your orgasm ripped through your body.
The aftershocks still rippled through you, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as Gaz slowly withdrew his fingers. Your chest heaved, breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, the room was quiet except for your panting—all four men watching you come undone beneath them.
But you couldn't let them win. Not yet.
"T-that all you got?" The words tumbled out before you could stop them, your voice shaky and breathless but still dripping with venom. "Pathetic. I've had better from a—"
The slap came so fast you didn't see it coming. Price's hand cracked across your face, snapping your head to the side. The sting bloomed hot across your cheek, silencing you instantly.
"There it is," Price growled, his voice dangerously low. "Still running that fucking mouth."
Ghost's grip tightened on your wrists, pinning them above your head with bruising force. "Thought one orgasm would fix her attitude," he rumbled, his accent thick with disdain. "Guess we need to try harder."
"Much harder," Soap agreed, his hand coming down hard on your inner thigh. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed immediately by another, and another. You yelped, trying to close your legs, but Price's thighs kept you spread wide open.
"Look at her," Gaz said, standing and wiping your slick across your own lips. "Still thinks she's in control. Still thinks this is a game."
Panic clawed at your chest. You needed leverage—something, anything to regain the upper hand. Your father. Your father was a fucking general. They couldn't do this to you.
"Wait—wait until my father hears about this!" The words came out desperate, shrill. "He'll have you all court-martialed! Dishonorably discharged! You'll rot in military prison for touching me—"
The room went silent.
Then they laughed.
All four of them—deep, genuine laughter that made your blood run cold. Price's shoulders shook with it, Ghost's chest rumbled, Soap actually doubled over slightly, and even Gaz's usually composed face split into a wide grin.
"Oh, sweetheart," Price said, wiping his eyes as his laughter subsided. "You really don't know, do you?"
Your stomach dropped. "Know what?"
Ghost leaned down, his masked face inches from yours, voice cold as death. "Who do you think gave us the green light?"
"No—" The word came out as barely a whisper.
"Your father," Price continued, his tone almost conversational now, "stopped me as we were escorting you out of his gala. You remember that, don't you? Saw him whisper in my ear?"
You did remember. You'd noticed it, wondered what was being said, but you'd been too focused on maintaining your dignity as they dragged you away.
"Want to know what he said?" Price's smile was cruel. "He said, 'Captain Price, my daughter needs an attitude adjustment. Do whatever it takes. Break her if you have to. Just make sure she learns some fucking respect.'"
The words hit you like a physical blow. Your vision swam, ears ringing. "You're lying—"
"Am I?" Price pulled out his phone, scrolling for a moment before turning the screen toward you. It was a text message from a number you recognized—your father's private line.
She's all yours. No limits. Fix her.
The phone disappeared, but the words were burned into your brain. Your own father. Your own fucking father had handed you over to them like—like you were nothing. Like you were a problem to be solved, a brat to be broken.
"He even gave us this room," Gaz added, his voice carrying mock sympathy. "Made sure it was soundproof. Said he didn't want to hear you screaming."
"No—no, he wouldn't—" But even as you said it, you knew it was true. The way he'd looked at you lately, the disappointment in his eyes every time you acted out, every time you embarrassed him in front of his colleagues.
"Face it, princess," Ghost said, his grip on your wrists tightening until you whimpered. "Daddy doesn't want you back until we've fucked all that bratty entitlement out of you. You have no leverage. No power. No escape."
Something inside you cracked. The last wall of defense, the final thread of control you'd been clinging to—it snapped. Your father had betrayed you. Given you to these men like you were nothing more than a problem to be handled.
Tears welled in your eyes, spilling down your temples. "Please—"
"Please what?" Price asked, his hand wrapping around your throat again, tighter this time, cutting off your air completely. "Please stop? Your father said no limits, sweetheart. We can do whatever the fuck we want to you. And we're going to. We're going to fuck every last bit of that attitude out of you until you're nothing but an obedient little slut. Understand?"
You couldn't respond, couldn't breathe. Your vision started to blur at the edges, panic rising as your lungs screamed for air. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released you.
You gasped, coughing and sputtering, but before you could recover, Price grabbed your jaw roughly. "Open."
"Fuck y—"
He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, and spat directly onto your tongue. The degradation of it made your face burn with humiliation.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
You glared up at him, defiance still flickering in your eyes despite everything. His expression darkened.
"Swallow. It."
Reluctantly, you did, the taste of him sliding down your throat. He smiled—cold and predatory.
"Good girl. See? You can follow orders when properly motivated."
"Flip her over," Ghost ordered, his voice carrying the weight of command.
They moved with military precision, manhandling you onto your stomach before you could protest. Your face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable. Ghost kept your wrists pinned while Soap grabbed your hips, positioning you exactly how they wanted.
"This arse has been begging for attention," Soap said, his accent thick with lust. His palm came down hard on your right cheek, then your left, alternating in a brutal rhythm that had you crying out into the sheets.
"Count them," Price ordered from somewhere behind you. "And thank us for each one."
"Fuck—no—"
Another vicious slap, harder than the others.
"That's one you've missed already," Price said calmly. "We'll just have to start over. And add extras for the attitude."
Soap's hand came down again, the sound obscenely loud.
"One," you gasped out, your pride crumbling with each strike. "T-thank you."
"Thank you, what?"
"Thank you, sir."
"Better."
The spanking continued, each strike harder than the last, until your ass was burning and tears were streaming down your face. Your cunt, traitorously, was dripping—arousal mixing with humiliation in a way that made your head spin.
"Look how wet she is," Gaz observed, running a finger through your folds. "Getting off on being punished like the desperate little slut she is."
"Please—" The word escaped before you could stop it.
"Please what?" Price asked, his hand replacing Gaz's, two thick fingers sliding into you without warning. "Please stop? Please more? Use your words, sweetheart."
You couldn't answer, couldn't think. His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, while his thumb pressed against your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming after the pain, your body confused and desperate.
"She's clenching around my fingers," Price announced. "Greedy little cunt wants more."
"Then let's give her more," Ghost said darkly.
You heard the sound of a belt buckle, then another. Your heart raced, anticipation and fear mixing into something intoxicating.
Price withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. "Who wants her mouth first?"
"Me," Soap said immediately, moving around to kneel in front of you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. His cock was already hard, thick and intimidating. "Open up, princess. Time to put that bratty mouth to good use."
You pressed your lips together stubbornly, one last act of defiance.
His grip tightened painfully in your hair. "Open. Or I'll make you."
When you still didn't comply, he pinched your nose shut, cutting off your air. You held out as long as you could, but eventually, you had to gasp for breath. The moment your mouth opened, he shoved his cock inside, making you gag.
"That's it," he groaned, holding your head in place as he thrust into your mouth. "Fucking take it."
Tears streamed down your face as he used your throat, giving you barely any time to breathe. Behind you, you felt the blunt head of someone's cock—Price's, you thought—pressing against your entrance.
"Remember, sweetheart," Price said, his voice rough with desire. "You asked for this. You wanted to see what would happen if you kept running that mouth."
He slammed into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you wide, filling you completely. You would have screamed if Soap's cock wasn't buried in your throat. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming, your body stretched and used.
They found a rhythm, Price pounding into you from behind while Soap fucked your face, both men using you like their personal toy. Ghost still held your wrists, keeping you pinned and helpless, while Gaz watched, stroking himself slowly.
"Such a pretty sight," Gaz murmured. "All that attitude fucked right out of her."
But he was wrong. Even now, even like this, you tried to hold onto some shred of control. You bit down slightly on Soap's cock—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind him you still had teeth.
He pulled out immediately, his hand cracking across your face. "Fucking bitch."
"She needs to learn," Ghost said coldly. He released your wrists only to grab your throat from behind, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. Price never stopped fucking you, the new angle making him hit even deeper. "Needs to understand what happens when she misbehaves."
His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air while Price continued to rail you mercilessly. The combination of pleasure and oxygen deprivation made your head spin, your vision going hazy.
"You going to behave?" Ghost growled in your ear. "Or do we need to get rougher?"
You couldn't answer, couldn't breathe. Your body was betraying you, another orgasm building despite—or maybe because of—the brutal treatment.
He released your throat just enough for you to gasp in air. "Answer me."
"F-fuck you," you managed to choke out.
Wrong answer.
Ghost shoved you back down, face-first into the mattress. Price pulled out, and before you could process the emptiness, you felt him pressing against your other hole.
"No—wait—" Panic flooded through you.
"Should have behaved," Price said simply, and pushed inside.
The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming. You cried out, hands fisting in the sheets as he worked himself deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.
You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but whimper as he started to move, slow at first, then faster. The pain gradually shifted into something else, something that had you moaning despite yourself.
"That's it," he praised darkly. "Take it like a good girl. This is what you needed all along, isn't it? Someone to put you in your place."
Gaz moved to kneel beside your head, his cock level with your face. "Open," he commanded, gentler than Soap but no less firm.
This time, you obeyed. You were too overwhelmed to fight anymore, too lost in sensation. He slid into your mouth, groaning at the wet heat.
"There we go," Gaz murmured, stroking your hair almost tenderly even as he fucked your throat. "See how much easier it is when you just submit?"
They used you together, Price in your ass and Gaz in your mouth, while Soap and Ghost watched, waiting their turn. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Another orgasm was building, impossible to fight, your cunt clenching around nothing.
"She's close again," Price observed, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Can feel her squeezing me. You want to cum, sweetheart?"
You moaned around Gaz's cock, desperate and needy.
"Then beg for it. Beg us to let you cum."
Gaz pulled out, giving you the chance to speak. Your voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. "Please—please let me cum—"
"Please what?"
"Please, sir—please—I need it—"
"Do you deserve it?" Price asked, his hand coming down hard on your already-bruised ass. "After all that attitude? After all that disrespect?"
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry—please—"
"Sorry for what?"
"For being a brat—for talking back—please—I'll be good—"
"Will you?" His pace increased, brutal and punishing. "Will you really?"
"Yes! Yes, I promise—please—"
"Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are."
Permission granted, your body obeyed. The orgasm crashed through you, more intense than the first, leaving you shaking and sobbing. Price followed moments later, spilling inside you with a groan, his fingers digging bruises into your hips.
He pulled out slowly, and you collapsed onto the mattress, completely spent. But they weren't done with you yet.
"My turn," Ghost said, his voice dark with promise. "And I'm not going to be gentle."
You barely had time to catch your breath before Ghost's massive hands gripped your hips, flipping you onto your back. Through tear-blurred vision, you saw him looming over you—all muscle and menace, the skull mask making him look inhuman. Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Some stupid, stubborn part of you—the part that had gotten you into this mess—tried one last time to assert itself.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" you rasped, your voice hoarse and broken. "You're all the same. Just—"
His hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your words and your air. He squeezed hard, harder than Price had, until black spots danced in your vision. Your hands flew to his wrist, clawing uselessly.
"Still talking," Ghost said, his voice cold and emotionless. "Let's fix that."
He released your throat just long enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath, then slammed into you in one brutal thrust. You screamed—the stretch was overwhelming, painful, his cock even thicker than Price's. He gave you no time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had you seeing stars.
"That's better," he grunted, his hand returning to your throat, squeezing rhythmically as he fucked you. "No more smart mouth. Just a hole to use."
The lack of oxygen combined with the brutal fucking made your head spin. Your body didn't know whether to fight or surrender, pleasure and pain blurring into something incomprehensible. Tears streamed down your temples as he used you, his grip on your throat never loosening.
"Look at her," Soap said from somewhere above you. "Fucking crying. Where's all that attitude now, princess?"
You tried to glare at him, tried to summon some last shred of defiance, but Ghost squeezed harder and your vision went hazy. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released you, letting you gulp in air.
"Open your mouth," Soap commanded, moving to kneel beside your head.
You hesitated for just a second—one second too long. Ghost's hand cracked across your face, the slap echoing through the room.
"He gave you an order," Ghost growled, never breaking his rhythm. "Obey."
Your mouth fell open, and Soap immediately shoved his cock inside, groaning as he hit the back of your throat. Between Ghost's brutal thrusts and Soap fucking your face, you couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Your body was just a vessel for their pleasure, used from both ends.
"That's it," Soap moaned, his hands tangling in your hair. "Take it. This is what that bratty mouth is good for."
They found a rhythm, both men using you in sync, and despite everything—despite the pain and the humiliation and the overwhelming sensation—you felt another orgasm building. Your body was betraying you completely, responding to the brutal treatment with desperate arousal.
Ghost felt you clenching around him and laughed darkly. "She's going to cum again. Fucking slut loves being used like this."
"No—" you tried to protest around Soap's cock, but it came out as a muffled moan.
"Yes," Ghost corrected, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles. "Cum on my cock. Show us what a desperate whore you are."
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, ripping through your body with terrifying intensity. You convulsed around Ghost's cock, screaming around Soap's, your entire body shaking uncontrollably. It went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Soap pulled out of your mouth, letting you gasp and sob. "Fuck, look at her. Completely gone."
Ghost didn't slow down, fucking you through your orgasm and beyond, pushing you toward overstimulation. You whimpered, hands pushing weakly at his chest.
"Too much—can't—please—"
"You can," he said simply. "And you will."
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could process the loss, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely had the strength to hold yourself up, arms shaking.
"Ass up," Ghost ordered, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing your face into the mattress. "Present yourself properly."
You obeyed without thinking, too overwhelmed to fight. He entered you again from behind, the new angle somehow even deeper. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"Good girl," he praised darkly. "Learning your place."
Price moved in front of you, his cock still hard despite having just finished. He grabbed your hair, lifting your head. "Clean me off."
You opened your mouth automatically, taking him in, tasting yourself and his cum. The degradation of it should have made you angry, should have sparked some resistance, but instead you just felt... empty. Compliant. Broken.
"That's it," Price murmured, his voice almost gentle. "No more fighting. Just obedience."
Ghost's pace became erratic, his grip tightening. "Going to fill this cunt up," he grunted. "Mark you as ours."
He came with a low groan, spilling deep inside you. The warmth of it triggered another orgasm—smaller than the others but no less devastating. You moaned around Price's cock, your body trembling.
Ghost pulled out, and immediately Gaz took his place. You whimpered at the intrusion, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but he just shushed you mockingly.
"Shh, you can take more," Gaz said, his voice deceptively sweet. "You're going to take everything we give you."
He fucked you slowly at first, almost gentle, but his hand came down hard on your ass. Once, twice, three times, until you were crying out around Price's cock.
"Count them," Gaz ordered. "And thank me."
Price pulled out, letting you speak. Your voice was absolutely wrecked.
"One—thank you, sir—"
Another slap.
"Two—thank you, sir—"
Again.
"Three—thank you, sir—"
The spanking continued, each strike harder than the last, until your ass was on fire and you were sobbing openly. But you counted every single one, thanked him for every single one, your resistance completely shattered.
"Good girl," Gaz praised, his pace increasing. "See how much better you are when you behave?"
"Yes, sir," you whimpered, the words coming automatically now. "I'm sorry—I'm sorry for being bad—"
"What are you?" Price asked, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
"A slut," you whispered, shame burning through you. "Your slut."
"Louder."
"I'm your slut!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face. "I'm a worthless slut who needs to be used—please—please use me—"
"Fuck," Gaz groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "She's really broken now."
He came inside you with a shudder, adding to the mess already leaking out of you. When he pulled out, you collapsed onto the mattress, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Your body was covered in sweat, cum, and tears, trembling uncontrollably.
"One more," Soap said, his voice thick with desire. "My turn to break her completely."
"Please," you sobbed, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "Please—"
"Please what?" Soap asked, positioning himself behind you. "Please fuck you? Please stop? Use your words, princess."
"Please fuck me," you heard yourself say, the words tumbling out without thought. "Please use me—I need it—I need you to use me—"
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He entered you roughly, and despite everything, despite the overstimulation and exhaustion, your body responded. You moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
"Look at her," Price said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Begging for it now. Where's that bratty little girl who thought she was in control?"
"Gone," you whimpered, the truth of it hitting you. "She's gone—I'm yours—please—"
Soap fucked you brutally, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, obscene and degrading.
"Say it again," he demanded. "Tell us what you are."
"I'm yours," you sobbed, your mind fragmenting under the onslaught of sensation. "I'm your slut—your toy—your cum dumpster—please—please use me—"
"Fucking hell," Soap groaned. "She's perfect like this. Completely broken."
Another orgasm was building, impossible as it seemed. Your body was beyond your control now, responding to their commands, their touch, their words. You were nothing but sensation, nothing but need.
"Cum," Soap ordered, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. "Cum for me, slut."
You shattered. The orgasm tore through you with devastating force, leaving you screaming and convulsing. Your vision went white, your mind going completely blank. You were aware of nothing but the pleasure, the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
Soap came with a roar, filling you one last time. When he pulled out, you collapsed completely, unable to move, unable to think. Cum leaked out of you, dripping down your thighs. Your body was covered in marks—bruises, bite marks, handprints. You were utterly destroyed.
For a long moment, there was silence except for your ragged breathing and quiet sobs.
"Look at me," Price commanded softly.
You turned your head, meeting his eyes. There was no defiance left in you, no attitude, no fight. Just submission. Complete and total submission.
"What are you?" he asked one final time.
"Yours," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I'm completely yours. I'll do anything—be anything—please—just—"
You couldn't even finish the sentence, too broken to articulate what you needed.
Price's hand stroked your hair, almost tender. "That's right. You're ours now. Our good girl. Our obedient little slut."
"Yes, sir," you breathed, the words feeling right in a way nothing else ever had. "Thank you, sir."
Ghost's hand joined Price's, both men touching you with surprising gentleness now that you were completely broken. "No more attitude," Ghost said. "No more bratty behavior."
"No, sir," you agreed immediately, desperately. "I'll be good—I promise—I'll be so good—"
"We know you will," Gaz said, his hand running down your back. "Because now you understand your place."
"Yes, sir," you whispered, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks. "I understand."
Soap pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his earlier roughness replaced with something almost affectionate. "Our perfect little toy."
You nodded weakly, accepting the label, accepting everything. Your bratty attitude was gone, fucked out of you completely, replaced with desperate submission and need. You were theirs—mind, body, and soul—and the terrifying part was how right it felt.
How much you wanted to stay exactly like this.
Broken. Obedient. Theirs.
"Please," you whispered one last time, not even sure what you were asking for. "Please don't stop—I need—I need you—"
Price smiled, dark and satisfied. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We're not done with you yet. Not even close."
And despite your exhaustion, despite being utterly destroyed, you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you.
thinking about how evil price could be during sex. not literally, but he loves to push your buttons. walk you right up to your boundary line and then push you off without warning. especially when you knew he was close.
you could always tell when price was close. by the way his heavy hips seemed to refuse to lift themselves up fully, thrusts short and curt, weight of his body crushing you into the mattress; knocking the breath out of you. broken, pathetically high pitched moans filling the room. sounded like a broken whore. it was exactly how price liked you. even through his heavy breaths, head hanging just above yours, he was still able to push you further.
“gonna cum, pretty girl” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against the side of your head, inhaling the smell of your hair while he spoke, “feel it up there?”
price slid his hand between the two of you after he sat back a little, pressing down on your womb, feeling where the tip of his cock was pressing in, “keep you nice n’ warm inside too..”
he was breathless; too close to finishing for your comfort. and he wasn’t moving. only pressing his weight down harder, nuzzling his length deep inside you, almost folding your body in half; just trying to get deeper. and you were scared.
your heart began to beat irregularly, and you knew price could feel it thumping against his chest as well. all he did was smirk at you; weakly. his eyes looked mean.
his thrust suddenly became quicker, hands coming to cradle your head— forcing you to look directly at him.
“don’t,” you moaned out weakly, feeling like the words were being punched out of you every time the tip of his cock reached your cervix. “please don’t cum.. john-”
you couldn’t even tell if he was listening. just smiling like an idiot at the fact that you were scared, trying to crawl away from him and slow his hips. “my scared little love..” “tell me how bad it is, sweet girl”
price spoke to you so condescendingly, mocking you to no one but himself, adrenaline running fast in his veins watching you twist with fear. wanting to push you just a little further for his satisfaction. such a sick, sick man, price always loved seeing women scared.
“please-please-john i don’t want it..not inside” “john-pull out” all of it was music to his ears, drawing him closer and closer to spilling everything inside your tight womb. trying to run through all those fantasies of seeing you dumb and pregnant before putting out and finishing on your stomach.
of course; the aftercare was more than substantial. as much as he loved seeing his girl scared; he loved cradling you much, much more. especially when you were still left in subspace. all quiet and content with being loved on— pampered, spoiled even.
Your eyes were heavily lidded as you looked up at your husband. He tossed his head back and pulled his lips between his teeth with a low, rumbly groan. “You want it in you, baby?” Your lidded eyes were locked onto him like you were trying to lure him deep into an ocean of pleasure with you. You let out a small moan as you felt his hips stutter while he thrusted inside of you. You just barely nodded your head, almost innocently, as if he’d asked the simplest question. Who cares about the fact that you’d just told him you stopped using all forms of contraception. This was probably the first time in your relationship, that your husband was fucking into you completely raw. No IUD, no pills, no condom. Raw, unadulterated, skin to skin, baby making sex.
The two of you had been married for 3 years now and been together for 6. There has been some light conversation about starting a family, but never anything concrete. Always soft words that toed the line of wishful thinking and uncertainty. You’d walk past a table at dinner that had a bubbly little girl sitting in a high chair mushing berries under her chubby hand and felt your heart flutter as you watched how big her parents smiled at her, even with the massive mess spread along her side of the table. You’d been to family get-togethers with your husband on your side of the family, and somehow always ended up with a soft blanket draped over your shoulder and a bumbling babe dancing in your lap as your husband watched you and the little bundle of joy coo and laugh at one another. There had always been a part of you that wanted that. A part of you that loved to hear about how proud your coworkers were of their children, no matter how old. Whether it be someone’s baby boy taking his first steps or even a friend’s daughter graduating from college, a piece of you always yearned to feel that sense of pride and love. Plus the thought of a house full of little, similar but vastly different versions of you and your husband running around the house had your head spinning.
The man who currently had you folded like a lawn chair would be such a good daddy. He was strong, caring, and resourceful. He was beyond attentive and somehow always knew the right words to say. He was built like an absolute tank and you could picture your little ones climbing all over him like he was a tree. You wanted him. You wanted to create life with him. You wanted a piece of him to grow inside of you.
So as he fucked down into you and your mind flipped to the future, your body had reacted with a mind of its own. In your already spacey mindset, you had been frantically nodding your head, yes, huffing like a bitch in heat, and locked your legs behind his hips. Your strong legs had him pulled so close to you that he could barely pull himself out of you, his movements turned into deep grinds of his pelvis against yours. Your arms let go of the head board and wrapped themselves around his neck as he pressed his forehead into yours, your gazes locked upon each other.
He was so fucking big. Everywhere. His broad, wide shoulders. The soft flesh that covered his muscular tummy. His thick strong thighs, his hands that rested above and on you. One gripping the headboard, the other caressing your sweat soaked cheek.
“You wanna make me a daddy?” The sound that fell from your lips would have been humiliating in any other situation or mind set, but your body was running purely on instinct. Your legs tightened, hard, around his center and your core clenched, like a vice, down onto his cock. You couldn’t even find the words to answer him. Mind shut off, only thinking about the way he was making you feel and what he would look like painting a nursery. Your words tumbled from your mouth, clipped and breathy.
“Yes. God yes.” Your breath caught in your lungs. “Wanna make you a daddy.” You felt his cock twitch inside of you.
“Fuck sweet girl. You’ll be such a pretty mummy.” The hand that rested on your cheek slid down to press against your abdomen, just below your belly button, where he knew he was hitting deep inside of you.
“Gonna fill you up. Right here.” He pulled his hips back just the slightest and rocked into you hard. You could feel the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. He leaned back a bit and pushed himself up so his weight was directly on his knees.
“Push your fucking hips up.” He said as he yanked at the pillow that was on his side of the bed. Your mind heard the command but was far too slow in registering the request. He slapped the junction where your hip turned into your ass and had your hips jerking upward. “Up baby.” The quick shock to your system had you following his orders. You pressed your hips up as he slid the pillow underneath your hips. He hummed as his gaze dropped to the space where you both were connected and he let out a soft sigh while a lazy, almost proud looking smirk fell on his face.
“What a good little pussy. Creaming all over this cock.” He slipped a hand down between your legs and ran his thumb over your clit a couple of times with his head tilted to the side. His gaze pulled away from the sight of you sucking him in without him even moving, back to your fluttering eyes. “Almost like she’s ready for me to fuck a baby into her. Like she’s been waiting for one,” he flicked his eyes back down to your lower lips, “or a couple.” He chuckled before he pursued his lips and pushed a wet dollop of spit from his kiss swollen mouth. The trail fell slowly from his mouth as he let his tongue fall from his mouth, watching as it dribbled onto your cunt. You could feel the cool droplet hit your warm lips and squealed, reaching to cover your eyes at how downright sinful he looked.
“Ah ah. Look at me.” He chidded as he slowly resumed thrusting into you. His hands made their way to your wrists and just lightly squeezed like he was signaling for you to pull your hands from your face. You shook your head and let out a small pout.
“Aw honey,” his tone was full of condescension. Full of taunting, “you don’t want to look at the man who’s gonna be the father of your pretty,” a huff, “little,” a short, deep grunt, “fat babies?” Your pussy clamped down on him as his thrusts picked up speed and the new angle the pillow offered had you fumbling, tenfold. You uncovered your eyes and were met with the sight of your husband looking absolutely fucked out, almost drunk looking, and smirking above you like a cocky idiot.
“Fuuuuck. There’s that gorgeous face.” He hummed as his thrusts grew in force. “That’s the face of the woman who’s gonna carry all my babies. Right?” You tugged on your lower lip and nodded your head, face flushed, eyes unfocused, sweat pooling at your forehead. “Oh yes honey.” He groaned. His finger traced along your clit as his thrusts shifted the both of you further up onto the bed.
“Wanna make you a daddy.” You whined in broken pants. A long, low groan fell from somewhere deep in his chest. He tilted his hips upward just a bit and increased the pressure on your clit as he chuffed above you like a bear. Your vision was starting to get foggy and the pressure that was building inside you grew exponentially.
He’s fucked you deep before. It happened on the regular but there was never a risk like there was tonight. Never a goal in mind but to feel good.
Tonight, he fucked you like he knew he was getting you pregnant. His other hand trailed up your body, stopping its journey at your neck. He wrapped his massive paw around your throat and gave you a gentle squeeze. Almost instantly, your body clenched around him and his hips stuttered at the sensation.
“Gonna fill you up.” You nodded your head and panted as he began to apply more pressure to the vasculature in your neck.
“Gonna be such a good daddy.” You whined as he pressed even harder onto your clit. His thumb stumbled over your clit as he worked the both of you to the end. With an extra sharp thrust of his hips up into you, your vision went almost completely white and you body clenched so tightly that nothing left your mouth but a tense gasp. His thrusts turned sloppy as your body almost refused to let him pull his cock out of you. Your toes curled and your back arched as his grip on your neck tightened and he let out a very choked, very starangled sound. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock as his hips ground deeply into yours, and you sighed when you felt his cock twitching, releasing deep, thick, warm spurts inside of you.
He collapsed over you, dropping almost all of his weight onto you. You hummed as his sticky body heaved in deep long breaths above you. Your hands trailed up and down his back in senseless patterns as the two of you let your breathing level out. His head that rested in the junction of your shoulder and neck, turned as he pressed soft, but firm kisses along the side. His lips moved along the side of your neck, then cut over across your cheek, until they stopped just above your lips. You opened your eyes and watched him above you. He was still catching his breath but his face was completely relaxed, not even a minute furrow detected in his brow, his lips were slightly turned up in a dopey smile before he pressed his lips to yours with a pleased hum. He pulled back just a bit, tilted his head so his forehead rested on yours and playfully tugged your bottom lip between his teeth.
tws: public (?) nudity, boat sex (is that a think) hints of price’s breeding kink, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, very much “he fell first and harder” vibes, dacryphilia, +18/mdni!
more on vacation!price, who can’t help how he’s grinding his pulsing, swimming-trunk-covered bulge into your ass while the two of your enjoy the pretty waters of the early evening. the man's already unstrapped your top, replacing the fabric with the warm cupping of his hands and pinching fingers. he's mumbling something against your neck in between every other kiss, accent thicker than usual. tipsy off you and the drinks from dinner.
the man cock's feels as if it's going to burst through his shorts when your hand wraps along the back of his neck, tugging at him with a needy grip. he receives the message instantly, unlatching his mouth to slot his mouth onto yours. he kisses you until your lungs start to burn and then a moment longer before rutting his thick against you a grunting at the heating twitches at his core.
john has you back on the rental boat and cock sinking inside your hole before you can think about anything else except how loud he’s grunting and panting like a man possessed. his belly presses into your front as the both of you hang halfway off the cheap leather seats, your legs hooking around his waist to clutch him for dear life. you don’t even bother complaining about your bikini bottoms that he’d yanked in half, voice stolen and restricted to choking groans while john rails you at a godly angle.
out loud, all he can do is croak about how good you take it when he stretches you out. tell you how stunning your eyes look when they get all they like this. on the inside, he’s concocting up a half-impossible, lust-driven plan so he gets to see this, you—whining under him and begging for cum he was thinking of stuffing you with from the moment he laid eyes on you—for the rest of your lives.
hmm. he’ll figure it out. there is absolutely no way he’s leaving this place without you in his arms and his mind racking up names for your first kid.
tw big age gap like my man’s dick (fifties!price x twenties!reader), fauxcest yum, cockwarming but it’s oral, unprotected smut (wrap it before you tap it etc etc).
connected to this post. more of them here.
soon after getting closer to you, before you even got together, price noticed that you almost always chewed gum. if you weren’t chewing gum, you were biting your bottom lip. he can’t even count how many times he’s watched you bite your poor lip until it bleeds in all the time he’s known you.
“christ, kid. stop doing that.” he’ll scold you and use his thumb to wipe the blood, his expression stern even as you pout. it’s honestly infuriating, how attractive you are even as blood runs down your chin.
and when you’re nervous? it’s your poor nails’ turn. john often swats your hand to stop you from ruining your lovely fingers. other times, when he knows you’re going through a rough time and your anxiety is reaching its peak, he’ll bandage all of your fingers to prevent you from damaging your nails or your cuticles.
he takes his role as your dad very seriously.
though, john loves the more fun parts of your oral fixation. you often bite his biceps or his shoulders, hence why one of his nicknames for you is vampire. my little vampire, to be exact. another perk of you wanting things in your mouth often, is all the times he gets to watch you chew on your pen while you study. it gets the old man going, for sure. he likes to watch you as you do an assignment and murmur words of encouragement here and there. seeing you all focused while you leave little bite marks on one of your pens has him shifting in his seat and adjusting his hardening dick. most times your reward for a study session is an orgasm or two. maybe three if you got a lot of things done and he thinks you deserve some extra love.
having his dick in your mouth for a couple of hours is also a great time. sometimes when he watches a game with you at home, not feeling like inviting the lads over, you’ll get between his knees and nuzzle his crotch until he unzips his pants. “such a good kid for yer dad.” he’ll praise you when you wait for him to take his cock out and let you put it in your mouth. you listen to your dad and it’s just makes his cock throb. the football match is over before he realises and he doesn’t even care if his team wins. all he can feel is your warm mouth around him, your occasional hums making him throb and groan. he’ll pet your head and nod, letting you know you can start sucking. coming in your mouth is the ultimate win.
today is a bad day. terrible, even.
you got up an hour earlier than your alarm and couldn’t go back to sleep. you burnt two pieces of bread before you could make proper toast. john dropped you off at the train station, like he does almost every day, but your train was late and when it arrived, it was so crowded. your best friend was sick and a random prick sat next to you instead. the guy really didn’t know what no meant and kept pestering you the whole lecture. he even tried to get your number multiple times, even after you told him you had a boyfriend. what an asshole.
as if all of that weren’t enough, it started raining the second you stepped outside your university when it was supposed to be sunny!
john comes to pick you up from the train station, eager to see his baby after hours being apart. you really have him acting like a damn teenager. but oh, when he’s met with you looking like a wet kitten, all pouty and shivering, he’s frowning more than the time soap decided to prank him by getting rid of his cigars. “oh, kiddo.” he murmurs and wraps his jacket around you before ushering you in the car and turning the heat on.
you’re quiet the whole way home and he doesn’t say anything either. just puts one of the cds he asked you to burn for him, a few different ones with your favourite songs for different occasions. the good thing about being neighbours is that you can get to his house, or he at yours, whenever. so, he leads you to his place for some much needed tlc.
a warm shower and wearing his clothes has your eyes getting teary. you’ve been so overwhelmed all day and you’ve been keeping your composure but you can’t stop the dam from breaking anymore. not when you feel so safe, with john’s scent on you. so you waddle to the kitchen, where he’s making tea, sniffling like a kid after waking up from a nightmare. well, you kind of are a kid to him, aren’t you? in some twisted sense, anyway.
he opens his arms the moment he sees you and wraps them tightly around you once you fall into his chest. “shh, s’ alright, kid. i’m right here. dad’s here.” he shushes you and caresses your back, his heart breaking with each sob that leaves your mouth. you cry and cry until you can’t breathe properly, scaring your old man. he can’t have anything bad happening to his baby. so he taps your cheek a couple times to get you to look up. “open your mouth.” it’s an order, one that you immediately follow, and he smiles before inserting two finger in your mouth.
the way you instantly seem to calm down is very satisfying to john. he watches you fondly as you suck and nibble on his fingers, caressing your cheek with his other hand. “good, yeah?” he murmurs and you hum around his fingers, making a shiver run down his spine.
after a few minutes, you speak up, not taking his fingers off your mouth. “dad. need you, please.” your words are a little muffled but their effect on him is very clear.
“yeah? y’need yer dad, baby?” he asks as he moves his fingers in your mouth. he feels around your teeth, your tongue, your gums… he loves feeling every part of you, wants to commit each detail of you in his memory. a groan leaves his mouth when your hand cups his hard on and he’s quick to remove his fingers before pressing his lips against yours. it’s a messy kiss, teeth clashing and spit getting all over.
it’s not long before you're lying on the kitchen counter, legs spread with john between them. he strokes his dick a couple times before he slides in, making you moan and clutch his biceps. “dad! oh fuck. da-mph.” you whine and whimper as he puts his pointer and middle finger in your mouth again, his hips moving in quick and deep thrusts. you alternate between moaning and sucking on his fingers, biting down when he hits that spot that makes you see stars.
“so fucking tight.” he grunts and keeps pounding into you like a man on a mission. he keep his eyes on you, unable to look away. you’re like an angel, sprawled over the counter with your pretty mouth around his digits. what a sight for sore eyes. “dad’s got you, kiddo. i’ll fuck those yucky feeling away.”
one of your hands finds his free one, intertwining your fingers. you’re not even aware of how it almost makes him cum on the spot. you just keep grinding your hips and suckling on your dads finger. that’s the only thing in your head. dad, dad, dad. all that matters.
“let go for dad, kiddo.” price uses that tone that has you complying immediately. he can feel you spasming and clenching around him while your fingers dip in his hand, your other hand gripping his so tightly that it has him groaning in pain. it’s enough to push him to the edge, his seed filling you up.
he lets you settle down for a few minutes before he pulls out. “i know. i know, baby. i’m sorry.” he murmurs when you wince and rubs your thigh as he watches his cum drop out of you. “jesus christ. can’t ever get enough of this.”
You'd only been living in this cozy little apartment complex for a couple of months, and already you were regretting not learning basic plumbing before starting college. The sink in your kitchen was a disaster—greasy water pooling up every time you tried to wash dishes, refusing to drain no matter how many times you poured baking soda and vinegar down it.
It was late afternoon, the sun dipping low outside your window, and you were stressing about coming back from your shift to a flooded counter. Desperate, you remembered the older guy next door. John Price. He seemed nice enough—mid 40s, maybe early 50s, with that salt-and-pepper beard and a gravelly British accent that made him sound like he could fix anything.
You'd waved at him in the hallway a few times, exchanged little hello’s and how are you’s. He always had this warm smile, like a protective uncle type. Perfect for something as mundane as a clogged drain.
You knocked on his door, fiddling with the hem of your oversized sweatshirt. It was comfy, paired with some yoga pants—nothing fancy, just what you'd thrown on after class.
The door opened, and there he was; Captain John Price, though you didn't know his full title. He was just John to you. He was in a faded black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show forearms roped with muscle from... whatever he did for work, you weren't sure. His blue eyes lit up when he saw you.
"Well, hello there, love," he said, that deep voice. "What brings my favorite neighbor to my door?"
You flushed a little—favorite? You'd barely spoken. "Hi, John. Um, sorry to bother you, but my sink's acting up. It's not draining, and I have no idea what to do. Could you... maybe take a look?"
He chuckled, low and easy, stepping aside to let you in. "Bother? Nonsense. Come on in. Show me the problem."
His place was tidy, a stark contrast to your cluttered student apartment. The scent of cigar smoke lingered faintly, mixed with something woodsy and masculine. He grabbed a toolbox from under his kitchen counter—prepared, as always—and followed you back to your place.
You led him to the sink, explaining the issue while he knelt down, peering under the cabinet. His jeans stretched tight over his thighs, and you tried not to notice how capable he looked, sleeves pushed up further as he twisted the pipe.
"Easy fix," he murmured after a minute, wrench in hand. "Just some gunk built up. Been eating too many takeaways, have we?"
You laughed nervously. "Guilty. Ramen's my weakness."
He glanced up at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. "A young thing like you shouldn't be living off that rubbish. Need someone to look after you proper."
There was a warmth in his tone, but something else too—a linger in his gaze that made your stomach flip. You brushed it off. He was just being neighborly.
He worked quickly, the clink of tools the only sound for a bit. When he stood, wiping his hands on a rag, the sink gurgled triumphantly as water swirled down. "There we go. All sorted."
"Thank you so much," you said, relief flooding you. "I owe you. Dinner? Or... I don't know, whatever you'd like."
His smile turned a shade sharper, eyes roaming over you—not leering, but appraising. "Dinner sounds grand. But let's not rush. Why don't you come over later? I'll cook. Proper meal for a good girl like you."
Good girl. The words sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. You nodded, cheeks heating. "Yeah, okay. That'd be nice."
Hours later, you knocked on his door again, this time with a bottle of cheap wine as a thank-you. He'd changed into a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking every bit the charming older man. Dinner was steak—simple, hearty, way better than your usual microwave meals. You chatted over plates, he asked about your classes, your life. He listened intently, like you were the most fascinating thing in his world.
"You're so sweet, John," you said, sipping wine. "Coming to my rescue like that."
He leaned back, cigar unlit between his fingers, watching you. "Sweet, eh? That's what they all say." His voice dropped. "But I look out for my own. And you... you need looking after, don't you? All alone in this big scary world."
The wine had loosened you up, and his intensity was pulling you in. Before you knew it, you were on his couch, the empty plates forgotten. His hand brushed your knee, casual at first, then lingering. His hand felt like an anchor, steady and warm, but the way his thumb traced lazy circles sent sparks racing up your thigh. The wine buzz hummed in your veins, making everything feel a little dreamier, a little more charged. You didn't pull away. If anything, you leaned in, curious, drawn to the quiet command in his presence.
John's eyes locked onto yours, that crinkly smile fading into something hungrier. "You've got no idea how tempting you are, love," he murmured, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, grazing your jawline. "Sweet little thing, knocking on my door like that. All wide-eyed and trusting."
You swallowed, heart starting to race. "John, I—"
"Shh," he soothed, voice like velvet over gravel. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
His hand slid higher, palm pressing against your inner thigh, testing. You gasped softly, but your body betrayed you, parting just enough to invite him further. He noticed, of course—those sharp blue eyes missing nothing. "That's it. Good girl."
The praise hit you like a wave, warm and illicit. You'd never thought of him like this before—your kind, helpful neighbor, the guy who'd fixed your sink with a wink and a laugh. But now, with the dim light casting shadows over his strong jaw and the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around you, he felt... dangerous. In the best way.
He closed the distance, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that started gentle but turned possessive fast. One hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you steady as his tongue teased yours, tasting of whiskey and smoke. You melted into it, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you, and suddenly you were in his lap, straddling him on the couch.
"Christ, you're eager." he rasped against your mouth, hips rolling up to press his growing hardness against you. "Bet you haven't had a real man show you how it's done, have you? All those college boys fumbling around..."
You shook your head, breathless, grinding down instinctively. "No... not like this."
His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, but his control was ironclad—he set the pace, slow and deliberate, building the friction until you were whimpering.
"That's right. You need someone older, wiser. Someone who knows how to handle a pretty young thing like you." He nipped at your earlobe, breath hot. "Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. But first... you gotta call me something special."
You blinked, hazy with want, as his fingers slipped under your sweatshirt, tracing the edge of your bra. "W-what?"
"Dad.” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes darkened, that pervy glint finally breaking through the charming facade—the one you'd glimpsed earlier but ignored. He wasn't just nice; he was ravenous, the kind of older man who'd been watching you in the hallway a little too long, fantasizing about this exact moment. "Call me Dad while I fuck you. Go on..say it for me."
Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of shock and thrill twisting in your gut. It was wrong, icky, but the way he said it—commanding, affectionate—made your core clench. You hesitated, biting your lip, and he rewarded you by slipping a hand between your legs, rubbing over your pants with just enough pressure to make you arch.
"Say it," he urged, voice dropping to that rough growl. "Be a good girl for Dad."
"D-Dad.." you whispered, testing it out, the word tumbling from your lips like a secret. It felt filthy, taboo, but god, it lit you up.
His grin was pure sin, broad and wicked. "Louder, love. Let me hear how much you need it."
He stood then, effortless, lifting you with him like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. The room was sparse, masculine—simple sheets on a king-sized bed, a faint scent of gun oil and cigars. He laid you down gently, but his hands were anything but, stripping off your sweatshirt and pants with efficient tugs, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
"Look at you.." he murmured, stripping his own shirt off to reveal a chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, scars from a life you'd never fully know mapping his skin. He was built solid, powerful, every inch the pervy old man claiming his prize. "My sweet little girl, all grown up but still needing her dad to show her the ropes."
John finished, his voice a low rumble that sent fresh heat pooling between your thighs. He hovered over you on the bed, eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin, that pervy hunger fully unleashed now—no more hiding behind neighborly smiles. He was all predator, the older man who'd been biding his time, fantasizing about corrupting the innocent college girl next door.You squirmed under his gaze, a thrill of embarrassment mixing with arousal as he hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them down, slow and deliberate.
The cool air hit your bare skin, making you clench involuntarily. "John—Dad..” you corrected yourself with a gasp, the word still feeling foreign on your tongue but oh-so-right in the haze of lust.
He chuckled, dark and approving, tossing your panties aside before unclasping your bra with a practiced flick. "That's my girl. Knew you'd catch on quick."
Fully naked now, you lay there vulnerable, heart hammering, while he took his time shedding the rest of his clothes. His jeans hit the floor, revealing boxers strained by his thick erection. When he shoved those down too, you couldn't help but stare—bigger than you'd imagined, veined and heavy, a stark reminder of the experience he carried.
John climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he settled between your legs, one hand trailing up your inner thigh while the other braced beside your head. "Gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart..” he murmured, his beard scraping deliciously against your neck as he kissed a path down to your collarbone. His fingers found your core, slick and ready, circling your clit with teasing pressure. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.
"P-Please.." you whined, hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle there. He was everywhere—his scent enveloping you, his heat pressing close, that commanding presence making you feel small and cherished all at once.
"Please what?" he teased, slipping one thick finger inside you, then two, curling them just right to make your vision blur. His thumb kept working your clit, building you up slow, like he had all night. "Use your words for Dad. Tell me what my little girl's been craving."
You bit your lip, hips bucking against his hand. The stretch of his fingers was perfect, but it wasn't enough. "Fuck me." you breathed, the plea spilling out. "Dad... please, I need you."
His eyes flared with triumph, that icky thrill of taboo satisfaction crossing his face as he withdrew his fingers, leaving you achingly empty. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand—ever prepared, the responsible pervy bastard—and rolled it on with efficient movements before positioning himself at your entrance. The blunt head of him nudged against you, teasing, promising.
"Atta girl." he growled, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. He was big, stretching you wide, the burn mixing with pleasure as he bottomed out, filling you completely. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged. "So tight... fuck, you're perfect. Made for Dad, weren't you?"
Then he moved, pulling back and thrusting in again, setting a rhythm that was deep and unyielding. Each snap of his hips drove him home, his free hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other gripped your hip, bruising in the best way. The bed creaked under his powerful thrusts, the room filling with the lewd sounds of skin on skin, your gasps mingling with his grunts.
"Call me Dad again.” he demanded between thrusts, his pace quickening, chasing his own release as much as yours. Sweat beaded on his brow, his beard tickling your skin as he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy kiss.
"Dad!" you mewled out, the word breaking free louder this time, fueled by the coil tightening in your belly. It felt so wrong, so filthy—your sweet neighbor turned deviant, pounding into you like he owned you—but it pushed you higher, the taboo igniting every nerve.
"Yes, that's it—Nngh—my good little girl..” he praised, voice strained, hand slipping from your hip to between your legs to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for Dad. Let me feel you squeeze around me."
The pressure snapped, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, walls clenching tight around him as you cried out the twisted title he'd claimed. He followed seconds later, groaning deep in his chest, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and rode it out, spilling into the condom with a shudder.
For a long moment, he stayed like that For a long moment, he stayed like that—buried deep inside you, his weight a comforting blanket as your bodies trembled in the aftermath. John's breath was hot against your neck, ragged and satisfied, while his hand stroked lazily over your side, possessive and tender. The room spun with the haze of pleasure, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and his ever-present cigar smoke.
"Shh, easy now, love..” he murmured, finally pulling out with a wet sound that made you both groan. He disposed of the condom efficiently, then returned to your side, drawing you into his arms. You curled against his chest, heart still racing, skin sticky with sweat. His fingers carded through your hair, that pervy glint in his eyes softening into something almost paternal as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"You did so well for Dad, love. Took me like a champ."
You flushed, the words sending a lingering thrill through you despite the exhaustion. It was all so twisted—the sweet neighbor who'd fixed your sink now whispering filthy endearments, claiming you in ways you'd never expected. But in the glow of it, wrapped in his strong embrace, it felt... right. Safe, even, in a pervy kind of way.
He reached over to the nightstand for a glass of water, helping you take a sip before tucking the covers around you both. "Stay the night," he said, not a question, his voice leaving no argument. "Can't have my girl wandering back alone in the dark."
You nodded, too blissed out to protest, nestling closer as his hand settled on your hip, thumb tracing circles. "Promise you'll fix my sink next time too?" you teased softly, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.
John chuckled, deep and rumbling. "Every time, sweetheart. Every damn time." His eyes met yours, dark with promise, hinting at all the repairs to come. And as you drifted off in his arms, you knew you'd be knocking on his door a lot more often.
when price came home from deployment, you better have the house in tip-top order. man was tired, bone dead tired. six months in latvia for a mission and he wanted to just come home to a clean house, a homecooked meal and a pretty wife.
his alarmingly younger wife, serving him dinner. a nice proper steak and potatoes - the captain almost came from the taste of it. bad base food and mres were all he was afforded these last few months. and while the dinner was delicious - there was something else he was eager to sink his teeth into.
dishes left on the kitchen table and price's younger wife was bent over their shared bed. his gruff voice in your ear, "kept the place nice for me, love? kept my home tidy?" it was standard military housing, all taken out of price's pay every month.
you let out a cute little moan and he yanked your head back. you got a good look at this pretty blue eyes of his - but there was something darker in the irises.
"asked you a question? keepin' my home clean?" he was asking you like you were a subordinate and not his wife. his hips quick against your ass while he fucked you.
you whined, "yes, john." he smacked you on the cheek and you whined louder, "yes, sir." and price rewarded you with a kiss. he was still int he headspace of being the one in charge.
his cock hit up against the sweetest parts of you and he soon put your head back up against the covers. he knew that he was carving your pussy out, making space for only his cock. nothing else would go in there except maybe your pretty little fingers (with permission). he got you further up against the bed, you were on your tippy toes as he fucked you feverishly.
"been away for too long. thought my wife would forget about me." his voice made your ears burn, just like the smacks across your ass, "'bout time i make you a mama, huh? keep my house clean, keep me full when i get home. time to keep you full." he squeezed your sides, "time to get some baby fat on these hips."
you whined and clung to the covers under you. you squirmed under him, but his strong, hairy body kept you pinned to the bed. "sir, please!"
"want you with my baby." he groaned as he continued to fuck you, he felt you squirm under him and the feeling only made him more determined, "that's what a good wife does, right? makes sure the house is right, the husband is taken care of and the kids are put to bed." he nosed the back of your neck, "thinkin' four kids. enough to keep ya busy while i'm workin'. who am i kidding, not stopping at that number. no, no." he felt you shudder, "gonna stop when i start shootin' blanks."
and you knew he would keep to that promise. you'd be his good wife and let it all take. you already had the ring and the home - it was time to add a baby (most likely many babies). <3
He taps the head of his cock on your clit a few times, earning a whine from you. He has your ankles in one hand, pushing your legs back as you lie on the bed.
“Put it in already!”
You beg impatiently, squirming. He slaps the back of your thighs multiple times. “Behave.” He mutters, eyes too fixated on the movement of his cock between your pussy lips. Your slick trickles down to your other puckered hole, the sheets beneath you already getting wet.
He moves the length of his cock up and down, the head catching on your clit multiple times. Each time it goes down, he slips the tip in, then pulls it back out to repeat the cycle again. It was agonizing and frustrating.
“You’re a—“
He slaps your sopping cunt, right on your clit. “I’m a what, doll? Huh?” He teases. It’s a game to him. Seeing how far he’d push you before you start yelling or crying.
Today, it was the latter. He heard the sniffles first, and when he looked at you, a few tears of frustration were already falling down your cheeks. His cock twitches at the sight, a bead of precum falling right on your puffy clit. “Aw what is it, baby? Too much for you? Am i being too mean?”
You nod with another sniffle as he lets go of your ankles, letting each one rest on one of his shoulders. You can finally look at his face now, your eyes glossed over with tears and need. He leans over, pushing you into a mating press, and kisses you sloppily. His hand holds your jaw, pushing your head further against the pillows.
Then he finally slips it in, your mouth falling open as your back arches. You can feel him stretch you deliciously and that one prominent vein that runs along his length. He smiles at the filthy sounds escaping your lips— both lips actually. “Fuck… atta girl” He groans.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderbolt—violent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chest—weak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. “Slow d-down!”
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightly—enough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your face—overwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lips—pleading, desperate—made his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
“Oh, god!”
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too much—your body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Tentacle monster that loves his little humans oral fixation. He can't get enough of it! You feel one of his tentacles wrap around your ankle to keep you in place. More tentacles start to surround you, quickly undressing you, and groping you. The moment you are naked there's a tentacle in your mouth. He starts slow, no need to scare you. You feel the suction on your skin but you are too busy focus on what's in your mouth. All you have to do is lay there and let him please you. This is totally all for you... Yeah...
Anyways he isn't forcing his tentacle down your throat in seconds. He's warming you up to it, he even plays with your hair! Slowly he's adding more into your mouth, exploring more. He's exploring you inside and out, playing with your nipples, caressing your tummy, and slowly guiding your legs open. He has you so distracted you don't notice the tentacles that start going at your cunt. Slowly spreading you open, guiding over your clit, and finally pushing inside.
When he pushes his testicles inside your cunt he also pushes more inside your mouth. Making you gag on purpose, now he's speeding up. If you could see him you'd see him panting and drooling. He's enjoying his little human so much! Doesn't take him long to start pushing more tentacles inside your cunt. One goes in the other goes out then another is added. Even does the same to your mouth, he learned quickly that keeping your mouth full lets him play however he wants.
Loves when you gag, choke, and moan against his tentacles. The feeling sends vibrations through them that make him feel so good. He gets so lost in the moment, you cum too many times. The bed is soaked and you are a mess but he's not stopping until you pass out. When you wake up you are covered in spit, cum, and his marks.
Your werewolf!boyfriend is insatiable. It doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is- is he gets hard its your responsibility to take care of it.
It could be in the back of a movie theater, your hand massaging his knot as you focus on the movie screen.
Or it could be in a groceries story family bathroom, you on your knees, saliva and cum dribbling down your chin as he fucks your face.
But it could also be in the quiet corner of a gym, your yoga pants pulled down to your ankles as he ruts into you, his snout buried in the crook of you neck to muffle his needy whimpers.
Today it just so happens to be in a dingy club bathroom. Theoretically this is probably the best place for surprise sex. Loud music, everyone’s drunk and so consumed in their own moments that they wont even notice the muffled moans coming from behind s bathroom door. If anyone can hear it over the music.
Your chest is pressed up against the cold graffitied wall, your leg hiked up as your boyfriend fucks into you again and again. You can feel the way his knot grows, each thrust threatening to be the last. “S-so perfect-“ he growls into your ear, nails digging into the soft skin of your hips.
All you can do is whimper, beading against your neck as his hot breath fans across your skin. “N-not inside-“ you plead, helpless as he picks up his pace. “Not inside! No! No no-“ you croak, body trembling as he forces himself inside one last time.
The stretch forces the air from your lungs. The way his knot throbs against your walls doesn’t help, cock flooding your pussy with hot sticky cum. “M’sorry,” he pants, wet tongue lapping against the nape of your neck, salty beats of sweat exploding on his tastebuds, “Guess you’re gonna have to keep on dancin’ with my cum inside you.” He almost sounds happy about it…
No thoughts of a job, no worrying about a partner, no taxes, no groceries, no rent.
And all it took was being kidnapped by aliens.
You weren’t always so easy to work with, you’d screamed and cried when you initially saw the species that kidnapped you: 8 feet tall brutes with soft fur that was a colour beyond your comprehension, a few too many eyes and wide mouths with rows of blunt teeth that were meant to rip your flesh. Almost as if a werewolf had been mutated with alien genes, and yet despite their terrifying presence, they were gentle, and persistent.
And surprisingly devoted.
Maybe there were others like you on the ship, but they seemed to spend a particular amount of time and affection on you. Pampering you, making sure you had enough to eat, even cuddling you when you grew accustomed to the feeling of their fur. Their long thick tongues swiping at your soft skin when they held you, you couldn’t decide if they were trying to clean you or give you little kisses.
But eventually you grew to look forward to them visiting you. You weren’t tied up or trapped, they had made you a nest of soft fabrics and furs, and they visited you three times a day.
Every single time, you got knotted.
Call it bimbofication, call it mind control, call it manipulation, call it whatever you want, but you craved that blissful emptiness that came with being stuck on an alien knot for hours on end. Acting like an overexcited puppy when one of them would enter your room on the ship, and they’d dot on you and pamper you rotten. They’d planned on experimenting on you, that was the whole purpose of abducting you in the first place, but along the way you’d become somewhat of a pet to them.
You got woken up from your nest by feeling grumbling purrs from the alien you fell asleep on, their knot locked in you after filling you with load after load last night. Not a single drop leaking out as it made sure you took it all, wanting to savour the sweet warmth that was your hole. It’s large hand rubbing over your lower abdomen, plush little tummy bulging a little from how deep it’s cock rested in you. It’s hips grinding forward it gentle but needy little rolls, panting into your neck as it made sure you took everything. You mewled and melted as you nuzzled its chest and taking in its scent, the alien musk you grew to crave. Pawing softly at its fur as you tried not to squirm while it moved in soft little thrusts. Panting into its neck as you felt yourself being completely stuffed, the flared tip kissing a spot so deep in you it shouldn’t be possible, the knot plugging your little hole.
You had no concept of time, not sure if it had been hours, seconds or minutes that the alien stayed seated in you, but eventually the knot started to deflate. Making you whine into its furry chest at the sensation before it licked your jaw. A slick pop! as its lengthy cock slipped out of you, retracting into its body. It’s tongue moving closer and sliding into your mouth softly, licking into your mouth. Your brain so blissfully hazy from being stuffed, all you did was melt and suck on its tongue like it was candy, your whole body relaxing as its big clawed hand slid down your back before gently resting you down on the nest. Breaking the kiss as its hand slid over your abdomen, its eyes watching the thick white liquid leak from between your legs, almost looking remorseful that it couldn’t knot you again. One final lick to your neck before the alien left, very reluctantly going about its day even though it would dream of your slick warmth every second.
You did your normal washing routine, nice and clean and basking in the softness of your nest, getting to spend every day naked as can be. Your eyes were about to close when you heard the metal door hiss as it slid into the wall, another alien coming into the room. You knew the drill by now, crawling from your bed and kneeling in front of the intergalactic creature, nuzzling its hip and melting as it pet your hair so gently.
They never spoke to you, the only language between the two of you was soft purrs and deep rumbly and affectionate growls. It looked down to you and held your head gently as it let its cock harden. Leaning down to lick into your mouth as its cock inflated, a deep purple appendage as thick as a forearm and as long as one too. A flared tip with ridges along the side and tip, a knotted base pulsing a little as the kiss broke. Panting softly as you looked up at it with puppy like hazy eyes, lips parting with a needy drunkenness.
It cradled your head gently as it slide its tip into your mouth, they knew you couldn’t take it all, but you didn’t need to take it all. You just needed to stretch your lips around that flared tip so you could take your feeding.
Soft laps of your tongue along the slit of the flare, eyes fluttering closed as you got comfortable, purring softly while dragging your tongue. A deep affectionate growl could be heard from above you before you felt its cock pulse against your tongue. In slow spurts, it filled your mouth. A sweet sticky substance that tasted almost like honey and was just as thick, white and heavy spilling on your tongue and into your mouth.
Softly swallowing around the flared cock head, lapping your tongue gently to curl the come further into your throat, letting it fill up your little mouth before swallowing it down. Not a single thought in your head, not needing to hold your head up because the sweet alien above did it for you, no thoughts of what you needed to do today because you didn’t need to do anything. All you had to do, was swallow before the sweet discharge leaked from your mouth, a simple job for such a cute pet.
Sucking lovingly around the flared head and purring, melting at how the alien pet your hair slowly, consistent grumbling coming from deep in its chest as your sweet little mouth milked its cock. The knot flaring even though it knew it wouldn’t be locking in you, not yet.
Breathing through your nose as your tongue lapped at the slit for more of that thick come dripping down your throat. The alien rocking its hips slightly from how good your tongue felt. It’s other hand flexing, claws retracting as it tried not to grip you too hard as it felt its release building up. Sweet growly noises rumbling from its chest as it nearly panted, the way you swallowed around its cock had its thighs tensing, getting closer and closer.
It didn’t need to warm you, as you knew by now that when you felt it pulsing against your tongue, you needed to take a deep breath through your nose before it spilled into your mouth. A deep growl filling the air as you swallowed greedily one after another as the thick sweet come filled your mouth in long spurts, a little leaking from your mouth. Licking and swallowing over and over till you milked the alien dry, your first feeding of the day officially done.
It slid the tip from your lips and as its cock retracted, it leaned down with a bliss in its eyes as it licked the mess from your chin and cheeks, its version of affection before it left, looking back at you like it was smitten before it had to leave.
You crawled back to your nest, eyes heavy and a happy little smile on your lips, sighing and daydreaming about the next alien who’d come wake you up from your nap and knot you again, who’d pamper you with cuddles and proper food and affection, like they all considered themselves your mate.
Yawning softly as you curled up, ready to take a nap. Nearly falling asleep to the idea of all your alien mates licking along your neck, a couple of tongues down your throat, sweetly squirming a little as you were about to fall asleep.
Your “Monster with a thick cock that uses you as a fleshlight” post has me HORNYYY
Like, the alien just doesn’t care for much privacy when it comes to keeping you on it. It’s got you snug on it in meetings, while they sleep, when they’re eating. Even if they’re not moving you, they can’t stand to take you off for even a second
Uuuughhh please I need alien dick NOW
[in honour of 800 followers]
Alien!Capturer who: cannot stand not being buried in your hole. It’s the best thing they’ve ever felt and feels like they need your slick warmth on them at all times.
Alien!Capturer who: keeps you in their lap during meetings, softy and absent minded thrusting up into you as they talk in a language you can’t understand but don’t need to. All you need to do is sit pretty.
Alien!Capturer who: shows of their human to their friends, making you make certain noises by touching you or thrusting a specific way, bragging and showing you off as you stay stretched around their impossibly thick cock.
Alien!Capturer who: unloads in you over and over again, not giving your hole a break even as they soften for a little bit. You never have to wait long before they’re rutting into you from behind and making your thighs shake all over again.
Alien!Capturer who: will keep you in their lap even during feeding time, thrusting up hard into you just so your mouth will open so they can gently guide food in.
Alien!Capturer who: is so obsessed with their pretty human they can’t stand to pull away even to sleep, hugging you close like a teddy bear while giving soft and shallow thrusts as you both fall asleep, only to wake up with them still in you the next morning.
Living the most blissful existence of being an alien’s most beloved cock pet<3
Idea for easter: 'hiding' eggs in your bunny gf so she can be the easter bunny >:3
Also fun if its a lesbian couple with a snake who oviposits directly :>
A/N: Surprise Easter lil story, enjoy! (You can also read last year’s Easter story because it was really good, too).
Egg-plump
Transfemme!Lamia x fem bunny hybrid!reader || oviposition, breeding, cum-inflation (technically it’s egg-inflation), sex toys, degradation, overstimulation, (very light) exhibitionism
“Do you want to do something for Easter this year?” You ask your lamia girlfriend, who is looking very intently at you for some reason.
She smiles, a hint of amusement in her tone when she asks: “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” you lie. You totally know what you want. To be filled. “Whatever you want to do is fine,” you tell her, trembling in anticipation.
Her tongue licks the air in front of her, and her demeanor turns completely. She smirks, her pointy fangs showing when she flexes a finger in front of her, ordering you to get closer. You are trying really hard not to move your tail in excitement, but your ears are flinching either way.
You low-key hate how hard it is for you to hide your reaction, but the way your girlfriend is looking at you, like you are about to be fucked raw… Well, you don’t hate it that much when it tells her how much you desire just that.
“Well… We could do an egg hunt.” You hum in acceptance, stopping in front of her, your little jumps up and down making her smile. “But for that I have to hide my eggs first, do you know someplace warm and tight?” Your girlfriend’s voice drops at the end of the phrase and you shiver in anticipation.
You’ve been begging her to fill you up with her eggs since you started dating. And good goddess if she doesn’t deliver.
She fucks you open with her tongue and fingers, and when you think you can’t take any more pleasure, she fucks you slowly, her dick hitting every sensitive part inside of you until you can’t recognize your own name anymore. You can feel your ears twitching on the top of your head, and every time she touches the little pom-pom of your tail, you let out a broken cry of her name, which she seems to love.
By the time she starts pushing her eggs inside of you, you are barely functioning, your whole body is oversensitive. Each egg feels like it’s too big, like it’s stretching you to the point of insanity, but they, somehow, fit inside of you. One after the other, until you lose count of how many she feeds your hungry pussy.
“Such a good bunny for me, letting me breed her, fill her so completely…” She keeps whispering the filthiest things, which only drive you further into your nonsensical pleasure. At some point, she stops coming. All her eggs inside of you already. Your abdomen is distended, so full of her eggs you feel like you are about to explode. “Such a pretty bunny, ready to go out?”
“O-out?!” You croak out and she chuckles.
“Of course, we need to go compliment the neighbors on their decoration, don’t we? It was your idea.” Fuck, she’s right, it was your idea.
“I don’t- I don’t know if I can go out like this,” you tell her, voice trembling.
But she only kisses the tip of your pink nose, her hand pulling at your tail and making you squeal one more time before she pushes a plug in your stretched hole. You clench around it instinctively, and she moans.
“Of course you can, bunny. You’re gonna look so cute walking around with your little tummy all plump with my eggs...” You whimper, and she smirks, her tongue licking up your neck before whispering against your ear: “Come on, get dressed.”
She pulls away, getting dressed while you try to get up. Your legs are shaking, unable to get up from the bed while you feel her eggs inside of you, her cum. You are going completely insane, with each second your arousal grows and grows. You are pretty sure you are going to pass out because of orgasms if you walk when you are so filled up. This seems to be amusing to your girlfriend, who helps you up while she chuckles.
You get dressed with her help, and she takes you out around the corner, her arm around your waist and coughs every time you moan, to cover for you. You can feel the weight of her eggs and her come inside of you. It’s intoxicating and completely distracting. You can barely focus enough to breathe, let alone trying to be somewhat coherent when your neighbor stops you to chat.
You only get to walk one block before she takes mercy on you and brings you back to your house, smiling cheerfully at your neighbors. The fact that you are out and about, asked to be friendly when your pussy is so filled you can feel some of her come slipping around the plug… Fuck, you love it.
Your lamia girlfriend lays you down on the bed, sitting back on her tail at the edge of the bed and staring at your pussy. “Come on, little bunny, show me the Easter eggs,” she says the second you are sprawled in the bed, legs open and completely exposed to her hungry eyes.
She pulls out the plug and your body shakes, a tiny orgasm ripping through your body before you feel it. The eggs slipping through your cervix. And so much of her cum it rapidly spills out.
With each egg you push out, your girlfriend grunts and your body trembles in aftershocks. It’s too much, but you can’t stop them. You can’t even talk with the pleasure that it brings you. It’s mind-numbing, and way better than you expected.
By the time all the eggs are out, you are panting, your body limp and your pussy feeling so raw you can only focus on that. Your clit feels hypersensitive, and the second your girlfriend slithers towards you on the bed and touches it, an orgasm rips through your body with such force you scream at the top of your lungs. Your girlfriend covers your mouth with her hand, but you aren’t paying attention anymore, your eyes rolling back into your head and your senses transcending into a new reality where only blind pleasure exists.
You come back to your senses cuddled against your girlfriend’s scaly chest. “Do we need to wait till next year to do that again?” You whisper, voice rough.
She chuckles, “no, little bunny. I’ll fill you with my eggs every time you want.”
“Good.”
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