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“baby,” he sighs, finally placing his hands back on your hips. “baby, cmon, don’t tease me right— fuck” a guttural groan cuts through the peace when you rock your hips down just right, cunt grinding on his cock. “honey”

“shh, y’look so pretty like this, so strong yet so needy for more.” you cooed, trailing your nails up and down his chest. the action makes his breath stutter and abs clench beneath your touch.

wetness pools between your thighs, each slow torturous grind has your panties soaking more and more, but you won’t give in yet, and his eyes dart between looking down and back up to your face. his one light grey sweatpants are now darker, a subtle mixture of you and him. “feels good, baby?”

he can’t look away, can’t tear his eyes away from your cunt, his hands grip your hips tighter and his breath comes out shaky, shallow and sharp around the edges. he needs to feel you against him, needs to feel without the lace covering you.

one of his thumbs hook around the thin strap, and you whine out softly at the way his hips jerk up beneath you. “off, take them off,” he groans, other hand pawing at your hip restlessly. “take them off, please, baby.”

so you do. wordlessly climbing off his lap, stumbling a little as you slide them down your legs, kicking them away from you. all the while he hastily pulls down his sweats, throwing them somewhere, along with his boxers and the sight that greets you is beautiful.

his cock, hard and heavy, the tip angry red, leaking with pre has your mouth watering and cunt fluttering around nothing as you once again wordlessly climb back onto his lap. the second you grind your bare xunt down onto his cock, he inhales sharply at the contact and shamelessly whines once his hands find purchase on your sides again. “feels so much better, hm?” he smiles lazily.

leaning down more, hands pressed against his chest comfortably, you smirk slyly and press soft kisses to his jaw and up to his chin. his hands still guiding your hips, rubbing your pussy back and forth against his cock, the sticky mess between you both getting worse. “you gonna cum like this?” you mutter between kisses, nails sinking into his chest.

“yeah,” he groans beneath you, fingertips tracing up and down your spine. “if you keep rubbing that pretty pussy on my cock like that, yeah, m’gonna cum like some stupid teenager.”

you moved your hips faster the longer you littered more kisses over his chin, across his jaw and down to his neck. now and again the head of his cock would catch your clit just right and have you both moaning and whining against each other. “fuck, oh my god, baby” you mouthed at his skin, biting and sucking.

“yeah, keep going,” he hisses into your shoulder, hips jerking once more in movement with your hips, the warm feeling of your cunt continuously moving back and forth against his hard length left him reeling. “good girl, keep doing that, keep rubbing yourself against my cock.”

the sounds of groaning and moaning echo the room, your hand stays pressed to his hard chest, body shining with sweat and his hands, ever so careful, rest on your thighs as you grind up and down his cock with vigor. “m’gonna cum,” you pant, thighs trembling on either side of his hips.

“me too, baby, just a little more, you can wait, yeah?”

“can’t, need to cum,” you shake your head, back arching when his hands cup your tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples. “honey, please, let me come, please!”

“fuck, shit, okay, yeah, whenever you want.” he nods, hooded eyes watching the way your cunt slides against his cock, your wetness coating him even more. “c’mon, baby, come for me, yeah?”

he groans deep into your mouth when you capture his lips in a bruising kiss, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders, your movements sloppy. “with me” you whine against his lips, “come with me, please, please need you to come with—fuck!”

your orgasm ripped through you suddenly like a tidal wave, thighs clamping and tightening around his hips. “oh my fuck,” you gasp into his cheek, body trembling in his hold.

beneath you, he groans into your shoulder, hands gripping you to his body tighter, grinding his hips up against your cunt, the action causes you to switch and squirm. “did you— fuck, did you cum?”

laughing breathlessly, he nods. “what? you expect me to not come when i watch you come all over my cock just by rubbing yourself on it like that?” he huffed, tips of his fingers brushing across your back.

lifting your head slowly, you narrow your eyes and slowly look down. thick ropes of cum cover his stomach and you can’t stop the way you slowly crawl down his body, ignoring the way his eyes widen suddenly until your tongue slides up his chest, cum covering the muscle. “so good,” you murmur, sliding your tongue through more, keeping some in your mouth as you crawl back up to him.

“baby” he pants, pupils blown wide, lips parted in silent awe, letting you grip his jaw between your fingers and opening his mouth without hesitation or much of a fight.

Captain John price x reader

Summary: Price hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately so you tease him during a late night meeting. Little do you know, the man no longer has patience for you disobeying his rules.

Warnings: smut, mean!john price, d/s, bondage, age gap, overstimulation, established dynamic, punishment, degradation, slapping, and spanking

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It was 9:00pm. Price had been in his office nearly all day. In fact, for the past week he’d been spending all of his time there. In the span of these days, you’d only seen him three times. Morning, bathroom breaks, and to bring him dinner. You were long asleep when he joined you in bed.

Bed.

It felt like months had passed since you two shared a heated moment. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours….the way he kept himself buried inside you. It’d been so long since you had a release, a ache was starting to form in between your legs.

You knew he had important work to tend to. He practically relied on it to satisfy the higher ups. Before you moved in with price he made one thing clear. Don’t bother him while he’s working. The first time you broke it he tanned your ass for what felt like hours. Since then, you’ve made sure to stay out of his way.

You’ve been doing good at that so far. Up until now. The ache in between your legs had gotten stronger…something that you couldn’t satisfy. You tried to satisfy yourself with a vibrator but it wasn’t enough. You needed John. He was so busy with other things…did he even care about you anymore?

Frustration ringed though your ears as you sat up in bed. Frustrated at price, his office, the ache happening between your legs- everything. You were going to show him just how much he upset you no matter what the rules were.

Your footsteps were prominent as you leaned against his office door. A higher up was talking on a computer, giving input on a current project. He was in a meeting. Slowly, you tilt open the door just wide enough to squeeze yourself inside without causing a loud disturbance.

There he was.

The lights in his office were dimmed, creating a warm hue aginst his skin. Price didn’t look up from his desktop screen. His eyebrow slightly knitted and his fist lightly clenched. You weren’t supposed to be in here. Period. If it weren’t for the meeting he would’ve already had you bent over his knee.

You didn’t pay a single mind to his reaction nor to what was going through his head. You had one thing on your mind. He was going to pay attention to you rather he was busy or not. A pout played on your lips as you silently got down on your hands and knees. If you wanted this to work you’d have to be as quiet as possible without being seen on camera.

Only when you crawled towards his desk did his eyes quickly dart over to you. Cold and stern. Yet again, you ignored his warning look. Just when you were underneath it, he grabbed a fistfull of your hair. Oh he was pissed. He didn’t let go until it was his turn to speak in the meeting.

“Still here.” His voice had gone dangerously low. “Our latest mission was a success but…” while he talked you decided to push further even after having your hair gripped and yanked. Afterall, you were frustrated. You wanted attention.

Silently, you worked to undo his zipper and belt. His imprint was already peaking against his boxers. Trailing your eyes up, you watch his expression. Jaw tensed yet keeping a good poker face.

“Yes, the latest files suggest t- ngh” your lips wrapped around his length, sucking just the way he liked. Your tongue swiped across his pink tip, licking up his precum. “Sorry” price cleared his throat before speaking once more “suggest that suspect was detained Mh..” with one hand on his base and your head bobbing up and down, added the perfect amount of stimulation.

Your eyes were big with lust. Wild and uncontainable. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding against his boot matching the rhythm of your head.

Price had finished speaking and placed himself on mute and no cam. You were too busy sucking him off to notice. By time you did, his hand was already wrapped in your hair.

“You wanna play games, slut?” You continued to suck despite the whimper that fell from the grip he had on your hair. “Hm? Barge into my office while I’m in a meeting and interrupt me?” He guided you down until your nose met his base. You gagged and convulsed. It was uncomfortable but he didn’t care. You deserved this.

“What’d I say about coming into my office?”

You gasped for air as he yanked you up. Tears rolled down your cheeks and droll drizzled down your chin. You were still grinding against his boot. “Hm? What did i-” price slapped your cheek “what did i say?”

You give him the biggest pout possible as you rubbed your cheek from the slaps. “You heard me.” Another slap. “What the fuck did I say?”

This time you whine out a response “n-not to..”

Price sneered before yanking you up. “Go to the bedroom and get the vibrator, straps, and handcuffs. Now. Crawl” he shoved you down onto all fours. “Go.”

You nearly sobbed while crawling upstairs. Once finding the items you crawl back to his office where he waited. “You need to learn some respect. Some self control.” He had you on your stomach in seconds. Price stood up and hovered over you.

“I’m sorry..” you squirmed around, trying to get away. You had the audacity to try and run.

He shut that down fast with a spank. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be trying to run.” He secured your wrist with handcuffs and turned on the vibrator. The one you were sick of using. His hands worked roughly along your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties. The air was cold and unforgiving.

The moment he pressed the vibrator aginst your pussy, you jolted with sensitivity. “Nuh uh. Be still.” He secured the straps around your thighs and hips until the vibrator was pressed securely aginst you.

There you were, tied up with a vibrator abusing your sensitive flesh. Price grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. “If you spit them out I’ll gag you instead.”

He sat back down which left you tired up beside his feet. Price didn’t even pay you any knowledge. He focused on his meeting, ignoring you whole.

You didn’t just cum once. You came twice, three time, then four. Your thighs were soaked and so was a small patch of the polished wooden floor. It was alll too much. Even after gazing up at price with those pitiful eyes, he still didn’t let up.

In the end you still ending up unsatisfied and forced to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. The very thing you wanted least…the thing that led you into this situation.

masterlist

⤷ cw: smut, age gap(reader is in their early 20’s), missionary, fraternization, spit(just once), breeding kink.

john price who was hesitant to approach you at first, knowing about your little crush on him that soap always teased him about.

“lil bonnie has a crush on ya’ cap, why not date the sweet thing ay?” he’ll chuckle amused, patting price on the back as he puffs out a smoke.

“i’m not datin’ a kid” he grumbles unamused, putting out his cigar as he stands to leave.

scoffing at the thought as he walked through the mess, you definitely are a cute young thing. all eager and obedient every time you were needed for something.

all soft and pliant, the plump of your ass and the fat on your hips making him wonder how good it would be to fuck you raw hold you close.

but it’s.. unprofessional, really. not only is he twice your age but it would also be fraternization. an old bloke like him with such a cute thing to breed go out with, feeling all the judgmental stares as he holds you by the waist.

“cap? hello?” he’s suddenly startled by your voice, grumbling under his breath as he rubs his face. definitely out of surprise and not because his cheeks were flushed.

“christ kid, what did ya need from me?” he grumbles annoyed, trying hard to focus as he stares down at your cute figure.

eyes staring at him so intently, cheeks rising with every raise of your lips, and god that smile. holding a folder between those soft hands of yours, your nipples lightly peeking over your dress shirt.

it was taking every ounce of him to not take you right here and now. “i just needed you to approve this for the next batch of supplies coming in, it would be really nice if you could do it” you mumble shyly.

john price was a patient man, but seeing a sweet little thing be so shy and needy for him was too much. he couldn’t let you suffer alone now, could he?

well that’s what he believed right now, hands pushing your knees to your chest as he pistons his thick cock into you. thumb holding down your tongue as you whined for him, cock drunk as all you could think about was his thick girth splitting you open.

sobbing from pleasure as he spits into your mouth, tongue lapping at your tears before giving you a deep kiss. planting wet kisses on your collar, rutting deeper into you as he sucks on your nipple.

“fuck, mactavish was right. i should just breed ya full and put a nice ring on that finger yeah?”

i love old man price, he’s so yummy (i might write fauxcest?)

was gonna specify his smell, but some ppl don’t like smoking and i don’t really want ppl uncomfortable. kinda awkward bc i used to smoke lol.

pervy roomate könig will be posted tomorrow! it ended up longer than i expected and i have a few more oneshots otw so i wanna post at least 2 tgt tomorrow :3

hope you guys enjoy!!

You’re well and truly asleep in your bedroom when you hear the door creak open. You’d be more worried but you’re so comfy, you can’t find it in yourself to care all that much. Besides, more than likely, it’s just your partner, John.

You don’t even care when the intruder climbs on top of you and starts pulling down your bottoms.

You only start to care a little when you hear the sound of a zipper, but you immediately melt back into the bed at the familiar sound of John’s gravelly voice, mumbling into your ear.

“Shhh. Jus’ me, love.” He presses a kiss below your ear and you feel him slip inside your hole. Once he's fully inside, he drops his entire bodyweight on top of you, pressing deeper into you and nudging that one spot that especially makes you squirm.

"John.." You push your hips back into him and bury your face in the pillow.

He huffs, not moving except to press you further into the mattress, "G'back to sleep."

You wish you could squirm at least a little bit to get some more stimulation going, but you're completely stuck.

What makes it even worse is when he falls asleep and you just know that he won't be awake for another few hours.

Like you can’t tell me that prices beard doesn’t make him look like even more of an eater then before 🤭

For suuuuurreeee.

Definitely hold you down while you sit on his face so you can’t get up. Eating you like it’s his last meal, lapping up your sticky syrup so eagerly even after you’ve cum for the nth time. And when you whine he only sits you down harder, grudging out a “Hush honey” makes you ride his face from his damp beard up yo his nose that’s rubbing your clit, and he’ll rub your Pearl to rough and fast till your creaming his face and screaming.

Technically, that's on you.

But John grins at the touch of your trembling muscles, and sucks the delicate skin on your inner thigh, “Sorry, dovie. A few more, I promise.”

You whimper pitifully as a response. Then a high-pitched scream, bucking your hips up when he takes the clit between his lips. Again.

you still remember that day at training, where varka's muscles flexed under his clothes, and the way his veiny hand pulsed around the wolf's gravestone.

and yet, here you were, in the flagship, literally getting railed by varka. who knew this would happen just a week later??

even as he's railing into you, you keep staring back. staring at his meaty biceps and veiny hands, just wishing the archons you would get crushed by them.

that memory of him in the training ground, his muscle straining against his shirt, just made your cunt pulse around him even more.

a particular sharp thrust snapped you out of your thoughts as varka groaned and threw his head back, your eyes rolling back at the same time.

your eyes kept returning to the same spot, no matter how many times he makes your eyes roll back.

and he noticed.

he leans down, face level with you. "yr' staring, baby. somethin' wrong?" his thrusts slow down, and he's ready to hear you out everytime.

"i..." you hesitate. you know he doesn't make you feel embarrassed, yet it feels so different to say it out loud.

"i want you to... i want you to put me in a headlock.."

"oh? what was that?"

you know hes teasing. but fuck, you just want him to crush you at this point.

"i said- i want you to put me in- a headlock." you say, in between shallow breaths.

"mmhhm. is that so, pup?"

"yes. yes please." you were quite literally shameless. you said and did everything you could to get what you wanted.

"please what, baby?"

"please sir. i need you."

"atta girl."

he leaned back over your body to his original position, his palm slowly sliding from your hip to the dip of your waist, then finally towards your neck.

you could finally feel his hand through your hazy vision, and your cunt fluttered in anticipation.

his forearm brushed roughly against your cheek, hot and flushed. then, it settled around your neck, his wrist resting on your shoulder. he pulled your body up gently, using just his forearm to lift you.

"...like this, love?"

your pussy speaks before you can, a soft moan tumbling out of your lips, and you wrap your hand around his bicep, finding balance. "yes- yeahh... like this!" his cock is pressing against a new spot now, which makes you chase your release faster.

your head felt so heavy, and so did your body. but all you could care about was the fact that you were getting fucked by the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on.

then, your release hits - you cry out, your body twitching as your orgasm washes over you. you squeeze varka's bicep, which in turn makes him squeeze it around your neck slightly tighter.

"mmhm, there we go, atta girl." your cunt pulsed at that nickname.

"you did so good for me, sweets."

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(MDNI) Thinking about my favourite Grandmaster, Varka — who's nothing short of a true gentleman during the day between the mugs of dandelion wine he manages to get his hands on.

He'll happily play the role of the Knight of Boreas without a single complaint, helping out pretty things with their errands on the odd occasion he's not protecting Mondstadt.

Or maybe he'll spend his time sparring with the likes of Noelle and Amber, feeling metal strike metal as he swings his dual claymores effortlessly.

But once darkness hits the land of wine and song, things change.

Underneath all of that chivalry, Varka's got one heck of a sexual appetite, nothing short of raw and real. It's to be expected with how long he goes away for on his expeditions, with nothing but his hand to keep him entertained.

Thankfully, once Varka returned to his homeland, he had you — one of his most trusted captains — to keep his bed warm and balls drained.

It quickly became a routine for you to sneak around during the Knights of Favonius base once Jean had retired to bed, shamelessly rapping your knuckles against the door to Varka's office with anticipation and arousal thrumming in your veins.

And the moment you stepped inside, that gentleman act was gone — Varka having playfully grumbled about all of the pent-up frustrations he's built up over the last few months. About how he needed you to make him feel better.

He was lazily palming at his crotch, which was already swelling within the confinement of his tanned breeches.

"Gonna be good f'me and help your favourite Grandmaster out?"

And because you were so good, you didn't waist a single second and sank onto your knees — letting Varka's obscenely fat cock spring out from his pants. It was thick, veined, and decorated with a coarse blonde bush at the base that'd be sure to tickle your nose the moment you went down on him.

Varka's dick had also slapped against your cheek, leaving a wet streak of precum. Soon enough, the knight had locked one hefty thigh around the back of your neck and watched you splutter around him — after guiding himself between your lips, of course, which opened up so readily for him.

Of course, the fiend had a mug of more wine in one hand, nowhere near drunk due to his high tolerance. But there was enough of a buzz to make the knight a tad meaner, to make him push you down to the absolute hilt.

And when you gagged wetly, tears wobbling on your lash line — Varka could only pat your head and apologise with a lecherous grin on his stupidly handsome face.

"Heh, sorry about that. Hard having this thing between my legs. Gets in the way, doesn't it?"

Your eyes narrowed.

Not exactly humble, but... Varka wasn't wrong. It took much effort to conceal what he had packing below on an ordinary day.

Continuing to swallow around Varka's cock, you screwed your eyes shut and breathed erratically from your nostrils. You felt the plump tip kiss the back of your throat the more he not-so-subtly shifted in his seat — bucking up just to hear you whimper the moment he smears salty precum around the inside of your hot mouth.

"Thaaat’s the stuff," Varka sighed, voice rumbling in his throat. You could hear the amusement, wanting to chastise him for taking pleasure in the way his leg tightened. "Just what a man like me deserves after a long day of paperwork."

Your own thighs tensed, and the sensation of your panties clinging to your pussy grew more intense the longer your throat was kept so thoroughly stuffed full.

But you needed air eventually, telling from the way your lungs screamed in protest — causing you to slap at his meaty thighs.

Taking an obnoxiously loud gulp of wine, he decided to cut you some slack. Varka's leg moved off of your neck, and you took the opportunity to pull off of him with a pop — before he could take the chance to churn up your insides, to throat fuck you the way he needed.

Seeing the look on your face, the knight tugged on his collar sheepishly, then wiped the bubbly webs of spit and precum from your chin away.

How kind.

"Sorry about that. Must've gotten carried away."

Wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand, you got up, making it a point to shove yourself onto Varka's firm lap with as much sass as you could muster.

"Some sort of protector you are, Grandmaster. Nearly cut off my air supply then."

He chuckled at that, settling two scarred hands onto your thighs and dragging you forward — until his bare, leaking cock was sandwhiched between your stomachs.

"Then let me make it up to you. What kind of Knight would I be if I didn't treat my favourite captain to an orgasm or two?"

MDNI!!!

I ran into this spicy audio on reddit and I cant help but think he sounds a bit like Varka 👀

might just be me but thought i’d share :))

Sabrina Carpenter - Man's Best Friend

Sabrina Carpenter - Man's Best Friend