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the second he gets wind of this he's making out with you sloppy style in front of as many ppl as possible. fucking groping you at the buffet table. sucking hickeys on your neck while you try to make conversation with some high ranking official. loving how embarrassed you are and how uncomfortable everyone else is

idk if this makes any sense im drunk and fuck daddy price is so hot fuck man hi rommy hyd king ily

Omg hi Vi!!! (Everyone say hi vi!!)

Its your first time at a military ball, and no matter how much you stressed about your outfit or hair price tells you its fine, you look perfect. Still, youre stressed "yeah, but I'll be meeting other military spouses john! What if they don't like me? Or think im too young?"

"Too young?" Price snorts, comes up behind you in the mirror to grab at your hips "baby, half the soldiers there are your age and so are their partners. You'll be fine. You dont have to hang around me and the higher ups if you dont want to."

He plants a kiss at your temple and gives your ass a firm squeeze for good measure, laughing at the way you squeak "Alright, lets get going kid."

Look, the ball is really nice by your standards. Sure, its still got an accent of prom with all the tables and the dance floor, but thats unavoidable. For a bit you hang around price, much more comfortable being by his side than mingling with the soldiers that give you odd looks when they pass by.

But price is still immersed in conversation with a sergeant, and those fancy snacks across the room look very tasty, so with a pat on his shoulder you make the brave journey over to claim a small plate of food. Cute little sandwiches and tiny cut fruit on toothpicks.

"Hey, you the captains kid?"

For a second you almost reply *yes* then realize they probably don't mean it in the fun way. Instead you turn to see some soldier, about your age, leaning against the table with a smirk. "uh...?"

"Yknow, I didn't think the captain was even married, doesn't seem the type."

Hes inching closer, and as interesting as this is to hear you know exactly what hes after. Holding up your hand with the *very expensive* engagement ring and wedding band price bought you, a pointed look on your face. This has the soldier coughing awkwardly, backing away with a half-assed apology before he flees. God, this is why you like older men.

Though...people think youre prices kid? Not surprising, but also not ideal given how your husband usually reacts to that.

You make your way back to price, hoping that a few subtle touches and a kiss on the cheek will be enough to send the message to people without raising prices suspicions. Your dreams are swiftly crushed, though, when you return to his side and the lieutenant hes talking to notes "Oh, your kids back. Nice to have at least one of our captains care about family, eh?"

Price turns to you with raised brows, and amused twinkle in his eyes that spells trouble. He grabs you by the waist pulling you firmly to his side so he can press his lips firmly to your and lick into your mouth. The filthy kiss lasts only a moment before your disgusting husband turns a wide smile to the lieutenant "mhm, just trying to be present in my kids life, right?"

The lieutenant looks suddenly uncomfortable and youre too mortified to even attempt to salvage the situation. He excuses himself, and you half-whisper half-sqeak "john! You cannot do that! Do you want to be written up??"

To which price just smirks "what? Can't a dad show some love for his favourite kid?"

Hes already pulling you into a bathroom, eyes following you out of the room with judgemental looks. God, you do intend to tell him off, but its so hard when price is shoving you over the sinks and muttering "you gonna obey, kid? Gonna be good for dad?"

Green and faded, a bit fuzzy in some areas and hard to make out under the thick hair he's sporting. The first time you see price in shorts, just above the knee, you nearly walk into a wall.

You have to ride those. Thank god price is feeling indulgent.

He sits you down over one thigh in the warm armchair by the TV he likes, tells you "go ahead, love, have fun."

The hair on his thigh sticks together in wet curls from the slick of your cunt, making an obscene wet sound with every glide. Price is enjoying the view, one hand resting on your hip and the other holding a glass of whiskey.

"Ye like these? Got 'em back in...well, ninety something?" He nods down at the tattoos, chuckling when you tuck your face into his neck "bout as old as you, eh?"

Even after you cum, you keep going, begging price to tell you stories from back then. He does so happily, telling you about the dumb shit he got in trouble for and the men he got to know plenty of just to feel your jealous bite.

Face flushed, chest gleaming with sweat as he braces over you. His cock still hitting so fucking deep, it takes you a moment to actually register the words and breathe in a sudden gasp.

The black dancing at the edge of your vision recedes, and price smiles proudly "thereee we go. Good job, kid." A hand presses into the back of your knee and forces it wider, making you gasp "yer old man's cock a bit too much? Makes you too dumb to breathe?"

You want to deny him, to tell him no, you can handle it just fine but then he's proving your hips up just right and any thought is knocked out of you, lungs seizing as you try to bear the pleasure. It's always so embarrassing, how you can't seem to handle getting fucked without holding your breath unintentionally, but at least price takes it in stride.

"Fu– dad–" you whine, so overwhelmed yet still wanting more. The crows feet by prices eyes crease, and he leans down to bite your neck. Adding another one to your collar of bruises. "Aww, i know, i know. You can't help it, can't tell me to stop either."

"You love lying down and letting a man twice your age do what he wants, huh?" Price groans appreciatively when you clench particularly hard at that, laughing. "Mhh, and you say I'm the fuckin' pervert."