thinking about price inviting the boys over, but you're just so desperate for his attention...
18+ mdni (smut, literally no plot LOL)
cw: sub!fem!reader, cnc (reader says things like stop, too much, but it's established there's a safe word), dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, poly!141, daddy kink, squirting, spanking, mean!141 lowkey, abrupt ending, word count: 1.4k
John knows how much you hate it when he invites people over unannounced.
It’s not that you don’t love his boys– you do– but you were so ready to have a nice, relaxed evening all to yourself. Now, you’re stuck sitting on the couch watching some football game you couldn’t care less about.
“John, I think I’m gonna go lie down,” you try to whisper, hand on his chest as your curled up into his side.
He scoffs, shaking his head and wrapping his arm tighter around you. “Nonsense, love, the boys haven’ seen you in ages.” As if to prove his point, Kyle– who had been at an appropriate distance away– is suddenly closer to you, his fingers brushing against your leg.
“Did ye not miss us, hen?” Johnny pouts, staring at you from the opposite end of the couch.
“I just had a different evening planned– alone time.”
For the first time that evening, John’s eyes stray from the television over to you. “Really, now?”
You regret your choice in words, now, four hungry sets of eyes locked on your body. “Not like that–”
Kyle grins, finally digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs. “Like what then, love?” Simon stares at you unblinking, and you know that if you glance over at Johnny, you’ll see his dick straining against his jeans.
You swallow hard as your mouth suddenly dries. “Answer him, sweetheart.” John’s not asking you– he’s telling you.
“I was gonna read a book,” you whisper, body feeling flushed, you try to resist the urge to curl up against John.
Johnny looks at you, eyes glazed over with want. “What kind of book?”
You hesitate, and John’s grip on your waist tightens. “Romance.”
“A naughty book then?” Kyle’s voice sends a shiver down your spine.
Your eyes widen, quickly shaking your head. “No, no, a normal romance book, I swear, John.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I believe you– I know my poppet wouldn’t read that filth, would you love?”
Your blood freezes when Simon speaks up. “Wouldn’ be so sure, Price.”
You don’t know exactly when he left the room, but he’s returned holding the book that was once sitting on your nightstand.
You reach out to snatch it from him, only for John to yank you into his lap. Kyle whistles once he glances at the cover. “Read that one a while back, Cap, ‘s downright manky.”
You’re mortified, and you don’t know why they’re doing this– trying so hard to get you in trouble. Every glance that the four men exchange makes you feel more uneasy, lost– like they’ve got something planned.
“Awe, go easy on the lass, ‘s not her fault you havenae been payin’ her attention,” Johnny comes to your defense. It should be comforting, but the wolfish smile he gives you just makes you squirm harder in John’s lap.
John coos at you, mocking you with his faux-sympathetic tone. “Is that right? You need some attention, lovie?”
Ghost gives a low chuckle. “She’s practically gaggin’ for it, yeah?”
A small part of you screams at yourself to shake your head, argue, prove them wrong– you don’t.
A whimper falls from your lips, and your thighs instinctively squeeze shut as John finishes undressing you, dragging your underwear down past your ankles. Your cunt clenches as you notice Johnny practically diving across the room to pick them up.
You're sitting in his lap, back to his chest, and you can feel his hard cock underneath you. His fingers run through your folds, and you’re painfully aware of the eyes on you.
Your breath hitches as he slowly pushes two fingers past your entrance. “Mhm, please–” you whimper, head leaning back on his shoulder. He roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look around the room.
To your right, Johnny’s underneath Kyle, slowly grinding against each other as their lips clash together. When they briefly pull away, you can’t take your eyes off the string of spit connecting their mouths.
When you look straight ahead, you see Simon, staring at you like he always does, meaty thighs spread wide to show his thick, hard cock. Despite the leaking and red tip, his hand is only loosely wrapped around the base, lazily stroking it.
The sight is obscene– you choke out a moan as you cum all over John’s fingers. “You barely touched ‘er, and she creamed all over you,” Simon chuckles.
John’s fingers pull out of you completely, and you whine, your fingers digging into his thighs. “I know, sweetheart, it’s okay. Your poor little cunny's been so neglected, hm? Got just the thing for ‘er.”
Your mouth falls open, a choked gasp leaving your lips as John’s eager cock slowly fills your cunt.
You can’t help but glance over, moaning as you watch Kyle bend Johnny over the side of the couch. Their clothes have been discarded, and you can see Johnny’s eyes flutter with each thrust– your wet underwear stuffed in his mouth as a makeshift gag.
You turn your head toward Simon, cunt clenching as you watch him slowly stand up, making his way towards you.
“This is what you wanted, sweetheart? Just needed to feel some eyes on ‘er?” John grunts into your ear as he continues to thrust up into you.
You try to respond, but Simon’s kneeling in front of you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, but you know he’s touching himself– you can hear it so loud.
You put your hands on his chest, weakly shoving him away from you. It’s too much, the sounds, the feelings, you feel a knot form in your stomach far too fast. “John, John, gonna–”
His movements stop completely, a broken sob leaving your mouth, tears welling in your eyes. “That’s not what you normally call me, is it, poppet?”
“Dinnae, hng, be embarrassed, Bonnie,” Johnny’s words are muffled against the lacy fabric.
Kyle’s hips don’t falter once. “Not gonna make fun of y’ love.”
You shake your head, heat spreading across your chest as you’re unable to escape their stares. “Can’t,” you choke out.
“Why? Because we have guests? Not acceptable, sweetheart.”
Simon scoffs, one of his hands reaching out to paw at your chest. “Though’ you said she was a good girl? Good girls, don’ read dirty books or disrespec’ you.”
That’s all it takes for you to break. “I am, ‘m a good girl, ‘m sorry, daddy. Please, please jus’ let me, make me–” you can barely finish the thought before he’s slamming into you.
“Fuck, mmm, such a sweet girl you got there, Cap.” You can tell Kyle’s close, hear his thrusts faltering, and judging by the whine’s leaving Johnny’s mouth, he’s not far behind him.
Simon’s rough thumb starts to circle your clit in perfect sync with the hand wrapped around his cock. “She isn’t she? My good girl.”
You don’t mean to let go, but you do, a shriek leaving your mouth as that knot in your stomach untangles itself.
At first, you’re humiliated, thinking you’ve just pissed all over yourself and John. It isn’t until after Simon groans out, giving himself one final tug as his cum splatters all over your lower half, that you realize. “Didn’ tell us she’s a fuckin’ squirter, Price.”
You don’t reply, you can’t; every nerve in your body feels lit up. You wiggle your hips, desperately trying to pry yourself away from John’s thrusts. “Too much, stop, ‘S too much.”
“You know what to say if you really want Daddy to stop, sweetheart.” You snap your mouth shut, shaking your head– you need him to keep going.
You can hear the sounds of Kyle whining as he cums deep in Johnny’s ass. You’re grateful when Simon pulls you into a kiss, giving you something to focus on as John spills deep inside your cunt.
The room reeks of sex and sweat, but it’s silent other than the heavy panting. Your heartbeat finally calms as you blink slowly- your mind is still hazy.
Your body aches, and you can feel sticky cum dripping down your thighs. Your eyes flutter, sleep threatening to take over your body.
Your head snaps up, hearing the sharp sound of John’s hand on your ass before you feel the sting. As if you’re nothing more than a doll, John repositions you so you’re bent over his knee– your throbbing cunt on display.
“Oh, my poor little poppet, y’ didn’t think you were done, did you? The rest of the boys still haven’t gotten a proper turn.”
