John "christ, kid, slow down—" price who can hardly keep up with his younger partner in bed. He's gotten used to distracting you with his mouth or hands, you even broke his pride down enough to invest in toys after begging for a fourth round in a day. He's old and hasn't exactly prioritized his health, which means he often ends up on hid back breathing through his teeth while you ride him to your heart's content.
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Simon "another? C'mon, please love I'll be good–" riley who even in his forties has the energy and want to bend you over every surface he can manage. Seriously, you're pretty sure his dick his permanently half-chubbed. You, the one nearly half his age, have to shove him away and whimper before he lets up to go take a cold shower. He says its all the love he has for you, you're pretty sure he's just a freak.
Nikolai and Price love spit-roasting you. Price takes your pretty cunt, and Nikolai gets your mouth.
You get sweet, soft praise from Nikolai while he fucks your throat like a toy. He holds your head gently, but fucks into your throat like a beast.
"Shh, sweet girl. Take papa's cock, just like that..." Nikolai praised, holding your head down against his pubic bone.
You gargle around his cock while Price ruts into from behind.
Price is not as sweet to you. He roughly smacks your ass and pinches your thighs when you're not tight enough for him.
"Don't bother praising her, Nik. We both know the little slut likes when Daddy and Papa fuck her nice and rough," Price groans, delivering a firm little swat to your clit.
Price isn't wrong in the slightest. You love being his and Nikolai's little whore.
You KNOW that price and Nik are insufferable around the holidays because it creates the perfect opportunity to take you out shopping. Hapless retail workers just trying to be nice, saying “Is your Dad taking you Christmas shopping? That’s so sweet!”
Price pulls you in by the waist and squeezes you. “That’s right. My baby’s never too old to get spoiled,” he grins, chest puffed in pride as he puts his card down on the counter before you even have a chance to reach for your own wallet.
Nik fussing over you, making sure your coat is buttoned all the way up, kissing your temple. “I would never leave my malýshka to brave the crowds alone. Papochka can’t have you getting lost,” he murmurs fondly, with your mittened hand in his firm grip.
And if you happen to need the fitting room during your day out… well, certainly the attendant will let your “dad” go in with you to help you zip up, right?
hypothetically if dad!price was still enlisted n came home from deployment. how would he greet reader after months apart??
tw fauxcest, fem!reader, implied big age gap (like twenty years at least lol), unprotected pinv, old man has a breeding kink soz, hurt/comfort, smut.
this has been the longest price had been away from his baby and it’s genuinely killing him. almost half a year apart with only a few phone calls here and there. it’s a crime worse than those he commits in the name of peace.
when he finally comes home, the only thing is his mind is you and your soft kisses and that tight cunt he hasn’t felt in so long. he’s thought about this for weeks now. making it back home, kissing you senseless the second he sees you, filling you up and spending the rest of the day cuddled up in bed and catching up. imagine his surprise when he unlocks the door—you gave him his own set of keys about a month into your relationship—and finds the place completely dark. you’re not on the sofa reading a book or watching one of your shows, there’s no light coming from the kitchen, there’s no sound coming from anywhere. he freaks out, internally, and sets his stuff down before going on a search for you.
fortunately for him, it doesn’t take long to find you. he sees the lump of what he immediately assesses is you under the covers of you bed fairly quickly. the room is messier than it usually is and that’s enough to have little alarm bells going off in his head. you have been acting a little off lately but he brushed it off as a bad day or maybe you being grumpy because of how long he’s been away. he didn’t blame you. he was such an arsehole to everyone the longer he was away from you.
john kneeled beside your bed and pulled the covers off of you, pushing your hair to the side. when you stir, a fond smile forms on his lips. “aye there, lovie. did ya forgot about yer old man?”
you’re confused and groggy the first few seconds after waking but once you process that your man is actually in front of you and this isn’t a dream, you sit up immediately. “john?” you mumble his name before throwing yourself at him. you bury your face in the crook of his neck and breath deeply, taking in that scent you loved so dearly. “weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?”
he chuckles and kisses the side of your head, wrapping his arms around you getting on the bed with you. “tha’s what i told ye. wanted to surprise my baby.” he murmurs as he pulls you on his lap and starts pressing kisses all over your face. “wha’s wrong, hm?”
you sigh, content to be in your beloved’s arms after what felt like a lifetime, and hide your face into his neck. “jus’ got really sad the past couple of weeks. had flashbacks all the time and missed you too much.” your voice is weak and it makes you cringe. it’s too obvious you’ve been crying a lot lately.
“oh baby.” john coos and tilts your head so you’re facing him. he leans in and kisses you, feeling your chapped lips. you’ve definitely been biting them a lot. “needed yer dad, didn’t ya?”
you nod, a small pout on your lips, and lean in to nuzzle your nose against his. “missed you so much, dad.” you mutter and blink a few times, trying to stop the tears but to no avail. “t’was awful without you here.”
the first tear slides down your cheek and price is frowning, kissing beneath your eyes to catch every other tear that falls. “my poor girl.” he whispers, big hands slipping beneath your t-shirt—it’s his, actually—and finding purchase on your waist. “a terrible dad, am i not? leaving my sweet baby all alone for months.”
you whine leaves your throat, something akin to a cry, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words of his rough fingers that pinch your nipples. “you’re not.” you protest, your hips bucking up against his crotch as he keeping fiddling with your nipples until they perk up. “best dad in the world. i swear.”
price chuckles and pulls your panties aside, feeling the wetness that ’s starting to form in your slit. “thank you, baby.” he murmurs, voice so gruff that it makes you moan. or maybe it’s because he’s inserting a finger in your needy hole. you’re not quite sure, your mind’s getting all fuzzy. “christ, yer tight. haven’t opened ‘er proper in too long.”
you grind on his hand as he uses two fingers to get you ready for him again. “your fingers are so long.” you moan as he scissors them in your warm cunt, slowly adding a third finger until you’re clenching around him.
once he gets a nice orgasm out of you, making sure you’re all loosened up and ready, because the last thing he wants is accidentally hurting you, he’s unbuckling his belt. he doesn’t brother taking off his trousers or his boxers, just pulls his hard and leaking dick out and rubs it against your pussy. “deep breath, yeah? i’m putting it in.” he says, lips pressed against your cheek, as he bucks his hips until he’s a few centimetres in.
“so good… it’s so good, dad.” you sigh, sinking into the rest of his length. your arms are around his neck and you start to grind your hips in the same rhythm of his slow thrusts.
“good girl. ride yer old man.” he grunts, his hands holding onto your waist again as he guides your movements. “fuck, i missed this cunt so much. thought about filling you up every damn day.” he groans when he feels your nails scratching his back, a satisfying feeling bubbling inside him. “gonna cum in ya, alright?”
you nod and bury your face into his neck again, hips moving feverishly. whimper leave your mouth each time he hits that nice spot inside of you while his fingers rub the little bundle of nerves that’s hidden in your slit. “please, dad. fill me up, please.”
john groans and starts pistoning in your pussy, no thoughts in his brain other than you and your warmth. “good girl. good fucking girl. gonna make a proper dad, yeah?” he asks and you nod mindlessly, making him grin with proud. “you won’t need to be sad when i’m gone if you have a little one to take care of, baby.”
your orgasm is very close and can’t really think straight, honestly. every words that leaves john’s mouth sounds like a verse written by god. something you need to abide by. “please, dad. please, please, please.” you beg and move your hips with the same force as he does, mind numb and empty.
he doesn’t need much convincing. the way you clench and squeeze his dick has him coming, spilling his seed inside of you. “fuck, tha’s it. take it, baby. take dad’s cum.” he grunts in your ear, arms wrapped around you in an almost unbearable embrace, his hips now slowing down finally. your own orgasm hits you only seconds after and he holds you tightly as he lets you ride it out, crying softly in his neck. “good job, kid.”
that’s only the first of many rounds. he has to make sure it sticks, after all.
"What do you say?" John coaxes, and doesn't even let you get the first syllable out before his cock hits the back of your throat again.
You moan, sound all garbled around his cock and the drool and pre filling your mouth, big wet eyes blinking up at him from your knees.
"Come on, you can do it," and he fixes his grip on your head and forces you the rest of the way down, smashing your nose into his groin, throat a tight suffocating squeeze on his cock. "Three words, kiddo, I know you can."
And God help him, you really do try, throat bulging and vocal cords shoved aside for his cock and the cum he pumps into you, your face wet with tears as you choke on it. A little thrumming pulse against his cock that coaxes the last spurts of cum out as he pulls back, paints it on your tongue, the inside of your cheeks, as you gasp around the fat head of his cock.
He grins in satisfaction when you cough up a little more, slick bubbles of white cum and spit on your lips, staining your cheeks. Your eyes are dark and heavy with it all, he knows if he put a hand between your legs it'd come back soaked.
You spit a mess of frothy slick cum down your chin, drag your lips dripping over the length of his cock, and bury your face into his balls. He cradles the back of your head.
As you huff his balls, licking the damp skin, he sees you work your hand between your own thighs, slick wet sounds of drooling cunt to match your face.
"Say it," he reminds you, and you moan and shudder as you come.
unfortunately the dad kink is hotter when it's a littleee incestuous, when people call you his daughter and neither of you correct them, when you buy him cards about fathers and daughters on father's day, when he's calling you his daughter while he's balls deep, when boys are asking for his blessing to date you, when people ask the two of you what you did for father's day and he's smiling and saying "oh, you know, just spent time with my daughter," when he's rejecting single moms trying to fuck him cause the only one he wants to fuck is his daughter, when he's telling you no one will ever compare to his daughter, when he's referring to himself as your dad, when he's telling you "be a good daughter and cum for me", when- [GUNSHOTS]
thinking of sub!simon riley who’s had scenes with doms but never experienced the aftercare. especially when he drops? he doesn’t know what it’s like to be taken care of.
simon’s sub drops eventually become uncomfortable for him, he feels helpless and that floaty feeling really.. really unsettles him. simon feels vulnerable, pathetic, and he absolutely tries to ignore that feeling.
it isn’t until simon ends up in price’s office where his ass being spanked purple by his superior because of insubordination and the urge to fuck his lieutenant.
“c’mon son, be good for yer pa and count.”
and ever the obedient sub, simon counts in hushed tones and whispers. simon can feel that floaty feeling from the back of his mind but he tries to ignore it— especially when his captain’s hands felt so goddamn good on his ass.
when price finally finishes punishing simon, his hand reaches over to fondle his lieutenant’s ass and simon is.. trying to leave.
simon is pulling his pants up, trying to shuffle out of there as quick as he could.
that warm and cloudy feeling in his brain was coming and he needed to get the fuck out.
except.. price didn’t let him.
“where d’ya think you’re going, simon?”
“back to my room, sir.”
“i don’t think so, son.” is all price says before dragging simon to his own room. simon who was originally uncomfortable with his subspace finds himself in the arms of price, who clearly knows how to take care of someone after a scene.
“so good for me, aren’t you, simon? my good fuckin’ boy..”
price is so goddamn sweet to him after all that, his hands caressing his lieutenant’s hair as he coos praises into his ear.
simon who.. melts and lets the drop take over him. he nods, he doesn’t resist. that floaty feeling has never felt better.
