ex!price x reader
nsfw | cw: smut
Price ended up giving you a call. He took you to a nice restaurant in the city. You talked about the classes you were getting registered for and why you were dreading some and excited about others. He listened to you talk about you mother and brother. Your childhood dog that was still rallying. Price told you about his gran and his mother, a little about his dad, but not too much. Y’all talked about music and movies. Though the conversation went smoothly, there were a few times Price would date himself; asking “what’s that” an incredibly popular movie that’s out right now now and asking you if you’d ever heard of a specific singer, only for you to Google it to find out said singer died thirteen years ago. But instead of it being awkward, making Price and you both embarrassed, it made y’all laugh.
“Are you kidding me? You don’t know that?”
“Oh, we’re absolutely watching that when we get home.”
That was several weeks ago. Things have been going perfectly. You were spending a lot of time in Price’s apartment and miraculously, Price found himself doing a lot of the paperwork he’d usually do on base at his flat. He found the work to be a lot less taxing when you were also sat at the kitchen table working, your feet resting in his lap.
You were laying out on his couch, wet still damp from a shower. Your laptop sat on your knees, your feet propped up, allowing you to look at the flash cards you had made online and Price to look at the little skin of ass hanging out from your loose sleep shorts. He was in the kitchen making both of y’all a cup of tea.
“John, do you think I need to list all four clinical considerations for phosphodiesterase inhibitor or just a few?”
“I think,”John said, snatching your laptop and setting in on the coffee table. “That’s enough staying for today.”
“No!” You wined, reaching for your computer. Price swatted your hand away. “You’re going to overwork yourself, sweet’art.”
You sighed and as Price laid down between your legs, resting his head on your stomach and letting out a groan. His eyes were shut and his head was facing towards the back of the couch.
“Don’t you dare.” He said the instant you began to stealthily reach for your laptop.
“I have eyes on the back of my head, lovie, I told you this.”
Damn that military training.
“Cut it out!” Price said when you reached again, lifting his head and holding his weight by his hands that rested on either side of your hips.
You and him both laughed, but when you made eye contact, you immediately stopped. Something about this time was different. You had never communicated so clearly with someone through eyes. Price paused for a minute, making sure he interpreting everything correctly.
You leaned up a little, a bit of confirmation, before he quickly pressed his lips to yours.
You and Price had kissed a number of times. A quick peck at the door to your flat when he picks you up for a date, and sweet kiss goodnight, a long kiss when he reaches over the center consul of his pickup and holds the back of your head in his hand. Even on this very couch, on a lazy Sunday morning, coffee and tea brewing, you in your PJs and Price just in a pair of sweats. Y’all would kiss and kiss and kiss and then every time, you’d pull back, place a gentle finger on Price’s chin, “not right now”.
You were humiliated the first time it happened. It wasn’t like you were a virgin, but with Price, it felt different. And you knew Price was wasn’t a virgin. Sex was no big thing to him. And yet, here you had to go, stopping any possibility dead in its tracks.
It took a while, a lot of Price saying “of course, love” “no need to be sorry, baby” and “I’m happy just kissin’ you” before you really believed him.
But this time felt different. Price’s lips were soft on yours, his tongue even softer. Your hands slid down his chest, feeling over the cloth that covered his abs and a thin layer of fat around them. This made Price pull away, eyes fluttering shut, before looking back up at you, slightly out of breath.
“What’ya wanna do, babygirl?” His voice, even being laced with lust, still sounded so sweet.
You bit the inside of your cheeks in thought. “I, I want you.” You finally said.
Price lifted a hand, now holding his weight up on just one arm. He brushed some of your hair out of your face.
“How’d ya want me, love?”
You held eye contacted with him but couldn’t find the words.
“You wanna show me?” Price asked, helping you, and you quickly nodded.
Price chuckled, deep and sexy, before going back to kiss you. This time you were leading the kiss. Price was happy to just be included. You continued kissing and rubbing your hands along his strong arms and shoulders, even when he nibbled a little at your bottom lip.
Price lifted, now on his knees, causing you to wine a little bit.
“I’m coming back, love, don’t worry.” He said as he shuffled a bit higher up. Now when he leaned back down, he was properly on top of you, continuing you kiss you. His lips moved from your lips to the corners of your mouth, down to your jawline, and towards your neck.
“This okay, baby?” He whispered and you quickly nodded. He gave another chuckle before continuing to kiss on your neck. Your fingers carded through his short hair on the nape of his neck, before he began giving small nibbles and sucks on your neck, one hand keeping him up and the other lowly massaging the fat from your ass he could reach without actually grabbing your whole ass cheek.
“Ah,” the smallest noise escaped your mouth. It almost surprised you.
“There she is,” Price cooed as he continued giving kisses and small bites on your neck. "There's my sweet girl,"
“Hmm,” another small noise, stifled by your lips being help tightly shut in a thin line.
Price lifted his head again. “This still okay, lovie?”
“You sure? Cause we don’t have to do any—“
In an unpredictable wave of confidence, you reached your hand down and gently placed a flat palm on Price’s crotch through his jeans, immediately cutting him off with a low “oh fuck”.
“That what you want, baby?” He asked, and you pressed harder in response, his eyes fluttered shut with a soft groan.
He sat up on his knees again, big bulky arms crossing over each other to peel off his shirt. You had seen him shirtless before, but every time it managed to take your breath away. Price lifted the hem of your shirt, well, his shirt that you were wearing.
“What?” You said, having been forced out of your trance created by Price’s big pecs.
“I said ‘off’.” He barked but there was a small twinkle in his eyes, one that made you excited. So you complied. You peeled off your shirt and threw it off the couch next to his.
“Holy shit,” Price muttered looking at your breasts, having a hard time deciding which one he wanted to focus on. He then leaned back down, towering over you once again and pressing his lips on yours once again. Only this time, one of his hands snaked up your side and slowly went to massage one of your breasts, softly tweaking the nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.
“Ah, fuck, John,” you softly said in between kisses, small movements every time Price did something new.
He sat back up once again, causing you to whine, once again.
“Needy, needy.” He tutted sarcastically as he grabbed at the hems of your sleep shorts. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere?”
You giggled as he quickly slide off your sleep shorts, leaving you completely naked under your boyfriend, who returned back to leaning over you, one elbow resting by the side of your face.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, using his other hand to move some hair out of your face and play a little with your bottom lip.
“Nothing?” He asked. “Am I funny to you, baby?”
You shook your head with a soft, adorable smile.
“No? Not me? Then what’s so funny?” He asked again with a mischievous smirk.
“Nothing!” You giggle again, before cutting yourself off with a gasp when Price bang to slowly dragged the tip of his middle finger over your folds.
“Nothing?” He asked again, but at this point your mouth was stuck open and your eyes were stuck shut. “Baby? He moved his hand.
“Hm?” You hum, quickly opening your eyes.
“You sure you’re okay? You sure you wan’ this?” He asked, rubbing his free hand on your shoulder.
“I’m sure, John.” You nodded. “I want it, please?”
And that was all it took for Price to bring his hand back down and begin running his fingers over your slit again, causing you to let out a gasp.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Pice whispered in your ear before gently pressing a finger into you.
“Ohh,” You let out a breathy moan.
“Shh s’okay,” Price soothed, moving the finger a bit quicker. “S’only one finger, love.”
Your bottom lip was pinched between your teeth, your breathing ridged, and your eyes were shut tight.
“You want more, baby?” You quickly nodded, giving a pathetic mhm. “Then open your eyes for me.” Price said continuing to pump his finger in and out. Your eyes opened and made eye contact with Price, sweet blue eyes looking at you. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Now take a few breaths. Yer s’possed to be enjoyin’ it.”
“I am!” You nod, laughing out of breath.
“Yer doin’ a great job, honey.”
“You get more of an accent when you get horny.” You smiled.
“Alright. ‘Nuff outta you.” Price smiled before adding another finger, which did, swiftly shut you up. Your eyes instinctively closed at the intrusion.
“Open yer eyes.” Price said again. “I wanna see ‘em.” So you did as you were told, looking at Price with your mouth slightly open and eyes focused on his. “There’s my pretty girl,” he smiled before upping the pace of his fingers, moving quicker, reaching deeper.
“Oh, sh- fuck, John,” Your eyes rolled back slightly.
“Ya think you can take another one, baby?” He asked, and by this point you knew you really didn’t have all that much of a say, so you whined in response. “Aw, no whining. How will I ever know whatcha need, baby?” He said, faux sympathy lacing every word.
He pulled both fingers out and you squirmed and whined at the emptiness.
“Enough with the whinn’” Price said as if he was annoyed, as if there wasn’t a big ole smile on the mans face and a wet patch growing in his jeans.
He quickly buried three fingers in, letting you adjust to the feeling after they were all inside.
“You’re doin’ such a good job, babygirl. Gotta get ya ready. Such a good girl for me.” He soothed until you stopped squirming as much. Then he slowly started pumping, moving all three fingers in and out. The sound it made would have been pathetic if you weren’t so already fucked out that you couldn’t focus on it for more than half a second. Price, however, was absolutely adoring the wet squelching sound you made. So much so he found himself rocking his hips every now and then, trying to se if he could get the tightness of his jeans to hit right where he needed it.
“That feel good, angel?” He asked, slowly picking up the pace.
You nodded, eyes opening.
“This better than the other guys you go on dates with?” He asked with a sly smile, knowing the answer.
You managed to get out a quip. “I dunno yet.”
“She is on three of my fingers and is still a smart arse!” He laughed, now slamming his fingers into you, reaching for your cervix. “What, ya need four now? You need more?”
All you could do was moan and arch back on and off the couch.
“Fuck, John,” you managed to say while your hips bucked up and on his fingers.
“Nah, I know what you need.” You pulled his fingers out, causing you to, yet again, whine. He took all three fingers and tapped them on your bottom lip. You’re not sure how you knew what to do, but you instinctively open your mouth, letting Price shove all three digit in your mouth. “Again, with the winning,” Price pretended to complain. “Have I ever not taken care of you? Not given you what you need?” He asked, and you looked up him through watery eyes as you continued sucking on his fingers and swirling your tongue around.
“Good girl.” He cooed as he pulled his fingers out before quickly bringing them back to your core and swiping them all through your folds, making you yelp a little at the surprise. Price quickly shoved all three fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. “What? You don’t think I should have a taste?”
He sat up on his knees and quickly undid his belt, disposing of his jeans and boxers. Now you were faced with a much bigger problem, literally. Price had come to know you well and he was able to read you like a book.
“Don’t worry, lovie, we’ll take it slow.” He assured before leaning back down, all his weight on one elbow.
“John, that is not fitting.”
“I promise you it will.” He looked up. “Do you trust me?” You nodded quickly, of course you did. “You want it?” You nodded again. “Okay, then I got you, baby.” One last nod.
John gently put the tip to your folds, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
You bite your lip and quickly grab Price’s bicep as he slowly begins to push forward. “S’okay, babe, you tell me if you want to stop.”
“Hmm, John,” you hummed, immediately stilling him.
“I promise ya it can fit, love. We don’t ‘ave to do it today, but it can fit.” Price assured. “I can go back to fingers.” He offered. And though that was magical, there was something about the way Price groaned when he finally got his dick out, like he felt just as good, like you were able to make him feel good. You liked that. You wanted him to feel good.
“No,” you said. “I wanna make you feel good.”
Price smiled and let out a soft chuckle. “Baby, you always make me feel good. We don’t ‘ave to-“
“I want you to do it all at once.”
“All at once,” you repeated. Just put it in.”
“Baby, that might hurt a bit too much,”
“John,” you made eye contact with him. “All at once.”
“I can go a bit faster but I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
He began slowly pushing his cock in, the burning sensation being prolonged. That’s when you reached under his arms to and got a small grip on his big back and pulled down.
“Ah, fuck!” Price moaned loudly as fell forward, cock now deep inside of you. “Baby, you alright?”
And that’s all it took before Price started rocking his hips, not even properly pulling out, just moving his hips. You had never felt so full before and you were already wondering how you were ever going to want do anything else other than be fucked by John Price.
Price slowly pulled his dick out, just by about an inch, before pressing back into you, eliciting an angelic moan to escape your lips. “John, it, it feels, you’re so big.” You said almost incoherently.
One day he’d put pull your legs up over his shoulders, make you hold em up there and he’d pull all the way out before slamming back into you. He’d jack hammer you, fuck you and slam your cervix until you saw stars. One day he’d have you on your hands and knees, ass presented so perfectly for him. And he’d fuck into you hard and fast, see how long it took before your hands give out, allowing his to cage you in from behind, continuously pounding you until you couldn’t say a word, just his name.
But for now he wanted to take his time. He wanted to never forget what you felt like; warm, soft, sexy, wet. He never wanted to forget the sound of your moans. All the gasps and breaths you’d let out. All because of him.
The thought made his dick twitch inside of you.
All these noises, all this slapping and squelching, all the moaning and “fucks” and “pleases”. They were all for him.
“Open your eyes.” He said and you did what you were told. “Good girl.” He hummed. “Feel good, darling?”
“Who makes you feel good?” Price asked, pulling his cock out further and slamming it back in harder.
“Uh, fuck,” it was like his dick was punching the words out of you. “Fuck, you, John. You, captain.”
And that just about did it. “Oh, shit, baby,” How was it that a title he had for years, that he heard every day for years, was suddenly making him fall a part at the seams? “Say it again.” He breathed out, quickening his pace.
“What? Captain?” You asked.
“Say the whole thing? Please, baby.” And you learned you quite enjoyed it when Price asked nicely for things.
“You fuck me so good, Captain.” You whispered, sultry and smooth and right in his ear.
“Hmf, fuck,” he breath out before falling a bit, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. His dick was spasming, shooting spurts of cum, making a mess.
You took some deep breaths with Price, slowly rubbing the back of his head as he got his composure back.
“That was fun, John.” You smiled.
“What?” He lifted his head up, slowly pulling out of you, absolutely loving the way it made you squirm a little. “We’re not done.”
“We’re not?” You asked with a laugh.
Price began scooting back, all the way to the back of the couch. “Well, did ya finish?” He asked, leaning down, getting back on his stomach.
“…no?” You said, anticipating what’s to come.
“Well, then we’re not done.” He looked two hands under and over your thighs, holding you in place. “You alright with this?” He asked looking up.
You were quiet for a moment, and then nodded.
“You sure, lovie? Cause we don’t have to if you don’t wanna. I know a lot of other ways I can finish you off.” He smirked.
“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s just,”
“I’ve never…” You don’t know why it was embarrassing, but it was.
Price scoffed. “You mean to tell me not a single guy’s ever eaten ya out?” You shook your head. “Why?”He was genuinely shocked.
Price scoffed again and rolled his eyes before focusing back down. “Buncha a wankers. Buncha boys, is what they are. I’ll show you how a real man does it.” And as he leaned down you could see his huge back muscles move, his thick arms flexing to change his grip on your thighs. He might just be the most man-ish man you’ve ever seen. But all your thoughts were immediately silenced when Price began licking at you, big and strong and long.
“Oh, John,” He sped up his pace, flicking his tongue. “Hmm, shit,”
“Feel good, baby?” He muttered from deep in between your legs.
“Use your words, dove.” He said, before going back down to put all his attention to your clit.
“Ah, fuck, yes! Yes, shit, it feels so good.”
He continued, licking and sucking everywhere.
Your eyes rolled back, something you had read before in your stupid, cheesy romance novels but nothing something you ever thought was actually real. Price continued, switching between long, slow, hard movements and quick, fast ones.
“You taste so good, baby,” Price moaned, taking a breath, before going right back to you.
You began to clench, a familiar feeling beginning to build deep within your stomach, one you rarely felt with anyone other than your own fingers. This was much better.
“Good girl,” he mummbled, mouth still lapping at your cunt. “C’mon.”
“C’mon, lil’ girl, you can do it.” He sounded like he was talking in between breaths, and in a way he was. It felt like he a fucking you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit.
“John,” instinctively, your left hand went to grab his hair, the right one gripping at the fabric of the couch, trying to anchor onto something. “John, I can’t,”
“Yes, you can, baby,” one of Price’s hands slid up your side, rubbing up the soft skin of your stomach and gently over your breasts, grounding you.
Your hips began to move, like they were grinding on his face almost. Was that normal?
“John,” you giggled, “hmm, fuck, John,” You were teetering at the edge.
“Whadda ya need, love?” He looked up from in between your legs, mustache and chin glistening with you.
“I, fuck,” you stomach rose and fell in rapid breaths, your hips instinctivley bucking up.
“Hmm? What, baby?” The hand that was still holding your thigh moved up and down slowly, softly petting you. “Too much?”
You shook your head, “Not enough,”
You watched as Price’s face changed from caring to a mischievous smirk, he let out a small chuckle before going back you.
He continued licking and sucking on your clit, causing you to gasp and moan. And it felt so good you didn’t even notice Price’s hand sliding back down your side. You had no idea until you felt three, thick fingers jab into your core, shocking you into a pornographic moan.
“Oh, fuck! John, fuck,” you tried to move your hips, not even consciously, but Price kept his other arm tight and strong, holding you in place.
As he licked and fucked his fingers in you, you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, and Price could feel it, too.
“Good girl, c’mon, baby,” he commanded in between licks and suck. “Give it to me, baby, I need it,”
And with that your back arched off of the couch, pleasure erupting through you, you were sure you were making some sort of noise but you were too dazed off to notice. Price continued licking and shoving his fingers in you, licking at your juices and wetness. You glanced down and he looked like he needed it as much as you did.
After you were able to catch your breath, Price slowly sat up, pulling his fingers out of you.
“How doin’, my love?” He asked. All you could was let out a breathy chuckle and a smile. “Lemme get you some water,” He went to stand but you quickly reached out a hand, grabbing his arm and stopping him.
“Lay with me first?” You asked. And as he looked in your eyes, he thought that he would gladly spend the rest of his life doing whatever you asked of him.
So he did. He smiled and laid back on the couch, maneuvering you with ease, situation you both so that he was laying on the couch and you on his side. He rubbed your back and ran his hair through your hair.
“You did such a good job, baby,” he muttered. “You make me feel so good,”
And though Price has promised water and a warm rag, y’all ended up falling asleep on his couch, wrapped in each other.
...as always, more to come
