ZeEmber

Deer hybrid!reader who hums eagerly, tail flickering as you pop another blueberry in your mouth. Dig the pit out of the nth cherry with red stained fingers, discard it at your knees into the growing pile of evidence from your fruit frenzy.

Bleat at the bursts of flavor at your tongue, too distracted with stuffing fruit in your mouth and licking at your fingers that you don’t even hear Farmer!Price who grunts and groans as he hobbles down his back porch. Knees popping as he snatches up a basket for his fruit, striding over to his garden that was small enough to pick himself, but big enough to sell at his stand in town.

Who stiffens when he hears a soft moan, sounds of smacking and humming that he follows around the corner of his blueberries where you’re nestled between the split of his fruit.

Recognizes you from town, all shy and flat-eared when you bought him out of his fruit. Lugged the crates of produce to your car and turned around to see you red faced and breathless like you were the one carrying everything.

“Oi!” He calls gruffly, watches you jump to your feet, eyes wide with panic and locked onto him like he was a pair of headlights. Ears flat and legs wobbly. Knows you’ll sprint if he moves, and with one look at you he doesn’t want that because you’re a cute little thing, lips and fingers all stained and sticky.

You bawl lowly, face flushed with guilt. Fear heavy in your chest as you keep your eyes glued to the mountain of a man in front of you. Trembling at how furious he must be to see someone stealing his fruit that he sells for money. Especially disappointed knowing you were one of his customers.

Always thought he was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen and his delicious fruit was a plus that drove you crazy. Imagined flirting him up when he carried the embarrassing amount of fruit to your car, but having him so close to you always makes your brain short circuit. Never was able to capture his eye, but now you did more so because he wanted to tear his teeth in you for stealing his money. Dread clogging your lungs and suffocating your chest, heartbeat so loud in your ears you almost don’t catch his words.

“You ain’t in trouble, Doe.” He murmurs, does his best to soften his voice so he doesn’t spook you. Low rumble of his words making you shiver, ears darting up to catch the sound. “Don’t have to steal from me neither. Could’ve asked or bought it, greedy thing.” He says pointedly, makes embarrassment coil hot and heavy in your stomach.

Ashamed to admit you’d snuck into his garden plenty of times, but it wasn’t your fault his fruit was better than anything you ever tasted.

Your hands fidget with themselves, relief a ice bucket of water over your head that makes you shudder. Release a shaky exhale of air, calmer now that he’s not angry with you. Something giddy swirling in your chest when you eye his beard, small streak of grey running through the side. “I really am sorry Mr. Price. I just couldn’t wait! Your fruits so good. They’re not like anything I get from the store.” You admit hurriedly, swipe at the stickiness of your face with the back of your hands. Blush at how silly you probably look in front of the older man you admire from afar long before you work up the courage to buy from him.

Prices grin is one full of teeth, frame wide and demeaning, makes him look predatory and while it sends a shiver down your spine, instincts telling you to run, you don’t. Has your tail flickering with excitement.

“Is that right?” He teases with a raise of his eyebrow. Fondness and hunger swirling in his gut at how sweetly you address him. Eyes the way you brush the color of your fingers against your pretty little shorts. Has to simmer down the possessiveness in his chest with a nod of his head toward his cabin. “Can get ya cleaned up inside.” He says gently as he can with broad shoulders and a gruff voice. Clothes dirty and stained with labor, an idea that makes you flush, the heat coiling in your stomach fuels you to nod slowly.

You walk over to him like you were just born, knees still weak under his attentive stare. Enough of a show for him to curl a warm hand around your waist, makes you flinch and tense. Pulls a heavy chuckle from Price that almost makes you trip over your feet.

You shudder at the size of him next to you, head going a little fuzzy when he leads you over to his kitchen sink and tucks himself firmly against your back. Who rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, forearms bulging and covered with dark hair. Takes your hands in his and lathers them up, like you aren’t capable of doing it yourself. Like you need him. Has you shivering, tingles shooting up your spine.

Price rinses one of his hands, flicks the water off before gripping the back of your head and tilting it over the sink so his other soapy, calloused palm can rinse the stickiness off your face. Face blazing so intently you can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. Feel silly like your a bad kid who he needs to take care of after getting yourself in trouble.

But your tail is flickering back and forth so quickly you swear you can feel your hips moving side to side. Shudder at the water that drips down your neck and under your shirt, lips tingling as he passes his large fingers over them.

Swipes the soap off your face before rinsing your hands. Jump when his breath brushes your ears, “Atta girl.” He rumbles, vibration coursing through your back, makes you suck in a shaky breath as he backs off you, whine almost bubbling past your lips at the loss of warmth.

A little mesmerized at how big and rugged he is. Smell of sweat and dirt filling your nose and staying there, shudder at every breath that’s filled with him. Eyes wide and staring up at him as he dries your hands off with a rag, swipes it across your lips and chin with firm concentration. And when he leans down to wipe at the dirt caked on your knees, you bleat, chest warm at the attentiveness in his actions and maybe a little at the sight of his back straining against the material of his flannel.

Fidget with your fingers, face a little warm when Price stands to his full height. Eyes on his chest because looking in his eyes makes your words stuck in your throat. “Thank you, sir.” You murmur, stomach tickling when he scratches at his beard, strike of grey drawing your attention again. “I won’t mess with your garden again. I-I promise.” You murmur, shame coiling in your chest.

Price only stares at you, tilts his head a little to the side. “You still hungry?”

You furrow your brows, figured he would’ve chided you a little bit more not worry about how hungry you were. Let the thought run over your mind. You were starving when you sought out his fruit, could have ate pounds more before he found you. Maybe he was teasing you again, wondering how you could possibly still be hungry after eating so much of his produce.

You chuckle softly, face hot now that you understood what he meant. “No, sir. I think I ate enough.”

But he frowns, shakes his head before yanking back a stool from the counter. Grumbles a sit that you obey as he treads out the back door. Leaves you to daydream of his chest and soft stomach pressing into your back, flatten your flickering tail with embarrassment as Price strides in with a hand full of fruit. Who washes and places them in a bowl, conjures up a sandwich that he slices in two, sprinkles a few chips to go along with it.

Heads out the front door this time with the plate of food, fruit bowl, and a water from the fridge. Comes back and holds the door open with his eyes trained on you, has your spine shooting straight.

“C’mon, Doe.” You jump off the chair and wander onto the front porch you’ve only ever saw from afar. Blush at the thought as Price settles down on a chair with a groan, small table beside him with the food.

A surprised bawl sounds from your throat when he grabs at your waist, settles you on his lap, and tucks you into his side. Furious blush warming your cheeks at the close proximity. But the warmth from his body emitting into your side makes you relax into him. Heavy arm around your back locking you into place against his soft stomach.

“What-“ you start before Price hushes you with a pointed stare. Brings one half of the sandwich to your mouth and pulls it away when you reach for it. Tuck your fidgeting hands between your legs as Price feeds you with a steady gaze.

His palm caressing along your thigh as you finish off your sandwich. Who only speaks when you sit up straight for a sip of water. Rumbles a good girl that forces a soft bleat from you before you can stop it. Who watches the movement of your throat as you swallow and the way you lick yours lips.

And when he reaches for the fruit your tail starts flickering, makes something animalistic burn in his chest. Imagines his hands being the one to make your tail wag like that.

Your mouth waters, parted wide and waiting, drives him crazy, but he doesn’t bring the blueberry to you. Makes you lean for it, doesn’t pop it in your mouth when you hover, but waits for your lips to brush his fingers before he’s satisfied enough to give it to you. Makes something hot coil in your stomach and when Price grabs a cherry he splits it with his teeth, worries with the pit so you don’t have to.

So he can watch how red you get, ears twitching as your eyes track him biting into it and feeding you the rest. Feeds you the same way a few more times before the sight of you eating from his hand so eagerly while your tail wags is too much for him to handle and he just has to pet you.

The brush of his rough hand against your tail makes you jump. Runs a curled finger along the length of it to see you shudder, blush traveling up your ears, and you’re a little more breathless each time you lean forward to his waiting hand. Has you warm and humming enough that the thickness of his fingers makes your mouth water, so when he presents the other half of a cherry and the sweet, red juice coats his fingertips and slides down his finger, you chase after it.

Ears perked and mouth panting as you give a wet, meek lick up his finger until your lips wrap around the cherry and tips of his fingers. Suck it into your mouth and lap at the juice it leaves behind.

Your eyes dart up to Prices, instinctively gauging his reaction while you burn from the inside out at the keen intimacy you felt. His gaze is locked onto you, darting from your lips back to your eyes with intensity that makes you curl into yourself. Face hard and stoic that your ears flatten, tail stilling under his palm, and desire fizzling out in your stomach.

Until his nostrils flare and he sucks in a deep breath. “You’re doing good, Doe.” He rumbles, presses a beard scraping peck to your forehead that makes your tail caress the palm of his hand again. You bleat up at him, noise that makes something soft punch at his gut and his rough palm lifts to pet at your ears before falling to grasp at your waist.

Price picks at more fruit that you keenly lick into your mouth. A little embarrassed about how your soft, tentative licks turn sloppy. More about feeling how rough Prices fingers are against your tongue than eating the fruit.

Something hot and all consuming dulling your senses when you grip at Prices wrist to stop him from grabbing another meaningless piece of fruit. Not that you really were strong enough to stop him from doing anything, but Price didn’t mind letting the cute doe self-delivered right into his backyard go a little silly with indulging herself on his fingers.

Not when you’re perched on his lap in those little shorts, tail peaking out and wagging nonstop, ears twitching and eyes so wide and shy that looking down at you lick a stripe up his pointer finger nearly makes him drag you inside so he can pin you down with the bulge of his stomach and rut his cock into you.

Opts to coo softly down at you, presses a kiss to your forehead and noses at your hairline. “You ‘n that mouth always gettin’ you in trouble. Hungry thing.” Price groans hoarsely, leaning back to pet at your head and comb his fingers through your hair. You whine softly, quivering under Prices palm that grips you firmly by the nape, makes you still as he works a finger into your mouth. Figured your precious little licks worked you up enough to move on to something better.

Your mouth waters, humming lowly around Prices finger. Faintly taste the sweetness from the fruit he was feeding you as you wrap your lips around him. Gag forcing itself up your throat when Price thrust his finger in, makes you jerk back and away from him.

Embarrassment blooming across your cheeks when you glance up at him with worry. Afraid you had disappointed him or ruined the moment by making such an awful noise. But Prices cock twitch’s at the sound, all chubbed up and aching against your leg.

Murmurs softly down at you with that cute little pout while his imagination runs wild about how your gag would feel around his cock. Thumb rubbing along the side of your neck. “No worries, baby. You’ll get better. I’ll teach you.”

You shudder and nod with a soft okay, suck Prices finger back in your mouth when he brushes it along your lips.

“Breathe through your nose, Doe.” He croaks, firm grip in your hair so you don’t move too fast. Bobs your head until you swallow his fingers down, eyes watering as you gulp in deep breaths to hold your gag back.

Once you find a rhythm, a groan bubbles in Prices chest. Watches how eagerly you suck and bob on his finger. Fit another finger in on your own accord that has moans and whimpers falling past your lips after the throbs between your legs radiate up your spine.

Prices eyes flutter shut, hum vibrating his chest at just the feel and sound of you working at his fingers. “Fuck, Doe.” He rumbles, eyes reopening to find drool slipping down your chin.

“Messy girl.” He rasps, guiding your head away from his finger to fit his lips against yours. Doesn’t want to waste the use of them with his finger. Tongue laving at your chin before thrusting in your mouth.

Prices kiss is sloppy, fueled by the saliva coating your lips that he figured you wouldn’t mind if he replaced with his own. More tongue than lips since you were always looking to fill your mouth with something of his.

You keen lowly, shuddering at the feel of his beard nuzzling into your face. Your own tongue getting a taste of his fur each time you slip it out to taste his tongue. Hands curling into the hair on his forearms and you imagine he’s an apex predator that could eat you whole, has goosebumps covering your skin.

His meaty paws grab at your hips, settles you down around his thigh and hooks his fingers in the hoops of your shorts. Needs good leverage for when he makes you fuck his thigh.

You whine at the pressure against your pussy, heat blooming in your stomach when you lean onto him. Bleat at the feel of him pressed into you.

Price swallows the noise wth a grunt, groaning at your tits smashed into his chest. Can practically feel you buzzing, hips squirming, and tail wagging so quickly he grins into your mouth. Gives you a deep kiss that makes him wrap an arm around your back, leaves it weighing heavy along your tail so you moan loudly before he pulls away.

Licks his lips at the sight of you so disheveled. Pupils blown, lips swollen, and panting so heavily that you’re a little lightheaded. The smirk on his face makes you whimper, but the glisten of both your spit in his beard is what really gets you. Makes you bleat, throb growing tenfold as you arch into his palm that falls to cup your ass.

“Price.” You whine, formality out the window now that things took a different turn. Face blazing as your hands trail up the pudge of his stomach nestled against yours to rest at his chest.

His eyes are unwavering and hungry as he slowly shakes his head. “Call me Daddy, baby. Can you do that f’me?” He whispers hoarsely. The word lights a fire underneath you, makes you breathless as a chirp bubbles in the back of your throat.

“Yes, Daddy.” You murmur softly, eyes darting around as a blush blooms over your face and to the tips of your ears.

“Atta girl.” Price coos and presses kisses along your cheek. Rubs a hand up and down your thigh to cool the blush from your face. Fits your lips together again because he knows you’ll be a little too shy to grind your hips if you’re not wound up.

Doesn’t take you long to start whimpering and whining, sending licks across the grey patch on Prices chin. He humors you by letting you take the reins, ravage his lips so when he hikes up your shorts you only keen. Feel the seam dig into your cunt and drag along your clit, has your hips jerking into his leg and Price coaxes you to keep moving with a firm grip on your waist.

Price moans lowly, can’t help the palm that squeezes between you to palm at his cock. Squeezes and adjust himself to probe at your leg, wants you to feel it while you hump against him.

You bleat, breaths stuttering at the pleasure coiling in your hips. Claw at his chest when your rhythm turns jerky. Price nips at your lips, feeds you his tongue as you lurch against him. Quivering and squirming so much that he locks an arm around your back to plant you firmly against his chest.

You pull from his lips to gulp in deep breaths, face flush and ears twitching as your hips grind your clit down. Pressure sending zips up your spine until your mind is fuzzy and you’re staring at Price with glazed eyes. Feels like your body was on fire and it takes seconds for your body to catch up with itself from how fast your heart is hammering and lungs gasping.

Nipples hard and tingly, sending electricity down to your clit with every jerk of your hips that sends you rubbing into Price. Feel your cunt throbbing slick onto your panties, coating your clit and making the friction from your panties and shorts overstimulate you.

Price clench’s his jaw, drinking in the desperate expressions flashing across your face. Trails a hand to engulf your tail and groans at the cry you let out.

“Daddy!”

“Mhm, let me hear you, Doe. You like Daddy playin’ with your tail while you hump me?” He rasps, threading his fingers through your fur.

You squeal, hips stuttering. “Yes, Daddy. Please- don’t stop.” You gasp, sweating coating your forehead. Wind blowing over you both and making goosebumps litter your skin.

You claw at his meaty arms, rutting into the softness of his stomach as he spilts his fingers around the base of your tail that send sparks of white across your vision. Nuzzle your cheeks into the fur of his face when you feel his cock nudging into you. Jaw quivering when you imagine him splitting you open on it.

Price drips his head down to your neck, swipes his beard along your shoulder because he knows you love the feel of it. Hears you chirp and whimper into his ear, makes him gnaw at your soft and sweet smelling skin. Lave up your sweat so the canvas is clear when he litters you with marks.

Your mouth waters, vision splotchy and body humming when your mouth aches to be filled. Settles to lick and suck at Prices ear that rewards you with a rough groan. Mirror his teeth at his neck because the idea of you having matching marks makes your chest flutter.

He strokes your tail in his palm, tightens his hold on your back so your thrusts turn short and harsh. Work harder to chase the orgasm ringing in your ears.

Prices hips jerk, cock soaking his boxers and finding pressure in the movement of your leg. Your hot breaths and lips nursing at his neck make his balls pulse and ache, muffle his breathless grunts into your neck.

You soak in the smell of sweat and dirt at his nape, nuzzle your face into it so you’re coated with his scent. Lick long, sloppy strokes at the spot you want to mark. Feel the call heavy and aching in your teeth that his strokes on your tail, smash of your clit into his leg, and his nips on your neck cloud your brain with only him. Makes your hips lock, white exploding behind your eyes as your orgasm crashes into you. Loud moans and bleats echoing around the porch as you cry out.

“Cumming, Daddy!” You keen, whines muffled when you clamp down on his neck.

Leaky head of Prices cock knocking into your thigh, lock of your teeth making a punch of pleasure punch into his gut. Pull his balls taunt as ropes of cum paints his boxers.

“Fuckk.” He stutters, arms tightening around you. “Cum with Daddy, Doe.” He croaks, choking up at how easy you made him cum.

Buzz of pleasure soft pulses down your spine, and when you pull from his neck, drool connecting your lips to him, satisfaction warms your chest at the mark of your teeth.

Price hums lowly into your ear, trailing and nuzzling his nose up to your crown. Surprise still lingering at the back of his mind at how he came in his pants, but the call to coax you down from your high brushed it back.

Racked his palms up your sides and planted scratchy kisses over your cheek and forehead. Cupped your face and cooed down at the soft, shy expression covering your face. Could still see the pleasure singing in your hooded eyes.

“Did so good f’Daddy, baby, yeah? Good little doe.” He murmurs, petting at your ears. You bleat softly, eyes darting back to the mark at his neck. Possessiveness a warm ball at your chest.

A sly grin tugging at Prices lips when he gives you chaste kiss to your swollen lips. Doesn’t plan on letting you slip from his grasp. “Have ta teach your hungry mouth how to take my cock next time. Think you’re ready f’that, baby?”

You strip yourself down to your underwear the second you enter the door. John places an ice pack on your forehead as he forces you to sit on the couch– it doesn’t help at all. Every inch of your skin feels like it’s been lit on fire, and your body is soaked in sweat. 

A small whimper falls from your mouth, body shifting in a feeble attempt to feel more comfortable. You can see how worried he is. It’s obvious from the way he bites down on his lip, eyes shifting away from you at the pained noise. 

John being here with you is the only comfort you have. From the day you joined the task force, he’s been your mentor, always guiding you, looking out for you. All you can do is keep telling yourself that it's okay– Price is here. Your captain will handle it. Your dad will take care of you.

The second the back of his hand touches your forehead, you realize what's happening. Your hips buck up, a humiliatingly loud moan falling from your mouth. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, just felt so good,” you whine. 

“Think you got hit with an aphrodisiac, sweetheart,” he coos at you, kneeling by you on the couch, hands hovering near you but not touching. 

Your mouth goes dry, staring down at his lips. “I can, I can hold out, swear I can.” Even if you don’t believe your words, you say them anyway. 

His hand accidentally brushes against the bare skin of your leg, your thighs instinctively spreading open to display yourself to him. Your underwear is soaked, the sticky, damp fabric clinging to your cunt so tight he can see the outline of your puffy lips. 

“Evac said they won’t be here until tomorrow at the earliest.” 

Your heart drops, eyes widening at the thought of enduring this for any longer than you have to.

He sighs, “Not gonna do anythin' you don't want, kid.”

“Jus' make it stop, Dad,” your mind's too hazy to notice the slip-up– or to see just how hard that nickname makes him. 

You cum around his fingers twice before his tongue starts to lick at your folds– it’s not enough. Your fever has barely weakened, and there’s still a desperate ache of want in your lower stomach. 

“Please, need more,” you beg, fingers gripping his hair and pulling him away, his beard and lips shining with your cum.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, Dad’s gonna make it better,” he coos. You can hear the sound of his clothes hitting the floor as he crawls on top of you. Just the feeling of his skin all over yours is enough to make your body shiver. 

He pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, so slowly it's borderline selfish. He savors the way your cunt tries to suck him further in– groaning when you look at him with wide-eyed, your pupils blown out. 

You’re half-delirious as he pounds into you, unable to think of anything other than the way his tip is brushing against the deepest parts of you. 

You don’t even think about your words as you start to beg. “Daddy, please,” you cry out. Your hands grip his shoulders as your hips grind down to meet his thrusts. 

His finger starts to massage your clit, the pad of his finger rough and fast against your swollen bud. Lips suck at your neck, his teeth lightly scraping against your skin– it’s all too much. 

“Daddy, shit, can’t, ‘m so close.”

He roughly kisses you, his hand grabbing your jaw as he pries your lips open, licking and sucking at your mouth as if he’s trying to memorize the taste. 

When he pulls away to speak, a string of spit falls on his cheek, his tongue darting out to clean it up. “Go ahead, it’s okay–”

Nothing could have possibly prepared him for how tight your walls clench down, your eyes rolling back as you gush all over him.  His thrusts start to falter, your ankles crossing as you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him tight against you. 

“Inside! Cum inside, need you to fill me up, daddy, breed me, please, please–”

Who is he to deny his sweet poppet– especially when you beg him so prettily?

His hips still, a low growl crawling out of his throat as his cock twitches, pumping your warm pussy full of his seed.

You're mortified in the morning, cunt aching, naked and wrapped up in the man you swore you saw as a father's arms. Shame crawls up your throat as you think about how many times you’ve nearly called him dad– the few times you actually have. Memories of all the times your teammates jokingly called you his kid run through your mind.

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, rushed apologies tumbling out of your mouth. “I’m sorry, oh my god, you, I made you–”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, calm down, I’m here. Your daddy’s not going anywhere. I didn’t mind helping you one bit, love,” He coos at you, kissing you softly, hands all over your body. 

“Price, you’re not even listening–”

He silences your worries with a kiss, palm drifting down to rest on your bare stomach.

You should push him away; you shouldn't want it, but you do– just like he always knew you would. Your body slowly relaxes at his touch, lips parting as you shyly whimper. “Daddy…”

You'll never have to know that he evac never received a call for help until that very morning. 

How could he resist the chance to finally have his sweet little poppet begging and writhing under him? 

He knows you’ll look so radiant when you’re swollen with his child– after all, he made sure to slip those silly contraceptive pills of yours out of your duffel bag. 

You’ll have to retire from the team, of course, it’ll be better for you to stay home with the little one. Though if you really kick up a fuss, he supposes he can make you his little assistant. 

He’s been dreaming about this since the day you walked into his office, transfer papers in hand. He knew what you really wanted– to be your daddy’s sweetheart– the second you preened at his praise. 

Simon can’t help but chuckle at the sight. “Y’ really spoil the runt, don’ ye, Nik?”

“Of course, that is whole point, no?” he grins. “Shchenochek, greet.” You finally pop your head up, eagerly running to Johnny the second you notice the team. 

Nikolai has to yank you back by your collar just to stop you from tackling him to the ground. “Apologies. She is excited to have someone new to play with," he coos, hand on your back as he guides you towards the living room. 

A pathetic whine fills the air the second your eyes lock on the duffel bag by the door. 

John doesn’t have to meet Nikolai’s stare to know what to do. Large hands wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, chin resting on top of your head as Nikolai approaches. 

“Be good for the boys, da?” Nikolai mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He gives John a knowing look as he leaves. 

“So, what do you wanna–” Kyle's smile drops when he glances over at you. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you avoid his gaze.

You don’t say a word before you scurry off to your room, the door slamming so hard it echoes throughout the house. 

Johnny can’t help but make a stupid comment. “Ye scared off the wee dug,” he taunts, earning a pinch at the back of his neck from John. 

“She’s scared, poor pup’s probably not used to bein' away from Nik,” John comments, the boys quieting down long enough to register the faint crying coming from down the hall. 

“Soap, Gaz, go cheer 'er up,” Simon barks out the order, watching as the two men scurry off.

Twenty minutes go by, and yet, neither you nor the boys have returned. They aren’t concerned until your quiet cries have turned into full-blown wailing. 

Slamming the door open, John prepared himself to yell at his sergeants for making it worse, only to stop at the scene in front of him.  

Drool spills past your lips as Johnny shoves his cock down your throat. “Tha’s it, yer mouth's fuckin' perfect,” He groans, his hand on the back of your neck forcing you to bury your nose in his pubes. 

Kyle’s behind you, his large frame draped over your back as he licks and nips at your shoulders. He’s buried inside your dripping cunt, his fingers gripping your tail as he pulls and pushes the plug sitting snug in your ass. 

John just shakes his head. “Should’ve known better than to leave the pups unsupervised,” he grumbles, glancing over at Simon only to find the man straining against his jeans. His eyes are dark, and his fingers twitch by his side as he watches the three of you.   

With a sigh, he pushes the larger man forward, giving him a nod when Simon looks at him unsurely. “Go play.”

Simon doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle his belt– your eyes light up at the sound. You reach your hand out desperately the second he frees himself, wasting no time before you start to jerk him off. 

He knows it’s still not enough, your hungry eyes following him as he sits himself down in the soft armchair. Thighs spread wide, he lazily palms himself, watching the four of you rut and hump at each other. 

Johnny’s close; he can tell by the way he presses his lips against Simon’s, desperate to quiet his needy moans. Simon bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and that’s all it takes for him to cum inside your mouth. 

You swallow it as best as you can, nearly choking from the massive amount of it. That doesn’t stop the white from dripping down your lips as he pulls away. 

Kyle frantically grabs your hips, manhandling you until you're lying flat on your back. “Fuckin’ hell, love, that’s it,” he moans, dragging you into a kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, desperately sucking up any taste of Johnny left. 

Your hands grip his back, unable to pull your eyes away as Johnny’s hand on Simon’s cock replaces your own.  “Don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together.

“Cum on ‘er tits,” Johnny begs at the same time, hand squeezing at the base of Simon’s cock as he jerks him off. 

You gasp at the sudden feeling of hot sticky cum splattering all over your chest. “Thank y’, runt,” Simon mumbles breathlessly. 

Kyle’s thumb makes its way to your clit, softly tracing circles on the sensitive bud. “C’mon, let go, pup, need to feel y’ cum on my cock,” he pleads.

Johnny’s tongue swirls around your nipples, eagerly licking up Simon’s seed off your skin. It’s all you need to stumble over the edge, eyes rolling back as you clench down around Kyle with a sob. 

“That’s it, fuck,” he groans as he spills inside your cunt. He pulls out of you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder when you whine and pout at him as he rolls off of you. 

The boys are exhausted– John can tell just by looking at them. They’re all breathing heavily, the sergeants leaning against Simon for support. Kyle’s eyes flutter as he’s flush against his lieutenant's chest, Johnny’s arms wrapping around him. 

He doesn’t realize he’s lost sight of you until he feels your hands on his thighs. Pupils blown as you look up at him, cum dripping out your cunt and onto the floor. “Still not done, pup?” he chuckles. 

You shake your head, face nuzzling at him through his jeans. As your fingers fumble with his zipper, he just sighs and lets you free his cock.