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gothghostiie · 3 days ago

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pt. 3 to these, can be read as a standalone but its got some references to the previous parts :)

cw: age gap, size difference, mild breaking and entering, masturbation, possessiveness, belittleing, thigh riding, oral (reader giving), deepthroat, praise, crying, mild humiliation, slapping and begging, virgin!reader, afab!fem!reader

retired!price who's been unable to stop thinking about what happened between the two of you. unable to get the smell of your arousal out of the cab of his truck, unable to stop himself from masturbating with the panties you left in his car wrapped around his needy cock. he can't stop himself from driving past your street again and again, just to make sure you're safe and sound, that's what he tells himself anyway. he's gotta make sure his future wife isn't bothered by any nosy neighbours (or any stupid boys that think they can allow themselves to even try to get into your panties - not that it would matter, he's ruined you for any other man anyway). if he could he'd be calling and texting you constantly, checking in and making sure you're behaving yourself for him - but after last time he forgot to give you his number. again.

So naturally he decides to just drive over to your place one evening. your car and your bike are both there - as they should be - but your windows wide open. it makes him frown, youre not usually this careless, usually have everything closed and locked by the time he arrived. naive little thing, maybe you forgot, maybe you're inviting him in? it's so tempting but he can't risk someone else taking advantage of this. so for your own safety he decides to go in himself.

of course he doesn't climb in through the window, he doesn't wanna scare you. so he does the sensible thing, he rings someone else's doorbell in the complex and uses your secret emergency key (underneath a fake plant isn't the greatest hiding place, far too obvious). he sneaks in quietly, taking his shoes off and making sure to avoid the creaking floorboard that you apologised for when he brought you upstairs last time. he closes the door silently, looking around to find you snuggled up on the couch, tv running and blanket pulled over you loosely. you're in a pair of sweatpants and a cami top, either having spent the day at home or already changed into your pyjamas; either way it left him smirking. quietly, he walked over to the couch, taking a seat on the edge, careful not to startle you awake. instead he lifts his hand to your head, carefully pushing a few strands out of your relaxed face, your pouty lips slightly parted.

John can't help but laugh softly, keeping up the gentle, light motion with his calloused fingertips, almost wanting to take a picture of you like that, to savour this precious, innocent moment - but for now he refrains, he'll get to see that face every morning once he puts a nice, pretty ring on your finger. instead he just watches for a bit - until your eyes flutter open.

"mornin' sunshine." he says quietly, his voice a soothing murmur in hopes that it'll soften the blow of him just randomly being in your apartment when you know he doesn't have a key. it takes you a few moments to register what's happening, a mix of fear and shock washing over your body and showing in your expression as you sit up, scooting against the backrest of the couch as far as you can. he immediately scoots after you, putting a soothing hand on your thigh. "hey, shh, shh.. it's alright, don't you panic on me..." he chuckles softly, like this is even remotely funny. "its just me, darling, okay? just me." for some god forsaken reason the soothing seems to calm you down - of course it does, he's been doing things like that in his line of work for years - letting the rising panic inside you cool down.

"I.. what are you doing here? how did you get inside?" he can still hear the hint of fear and wariness in your quiet voice, his heart is torn between aching and skipping a beat.

"I drove through here and thought I'd see how you were doing, angel." it's not fully a lie - he never said he didn't drive here on purpose after all. "I knocked and rang your doorbell, I figured you were still up since I heard the TV running. wanted to make sure you were okay and let myself in." you furrow your brows a bit as you nod. "I used your emergency key. I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to scare you." his big hand pushes the messy strands of hair out of your face again.

"it's.. it's alright.." you mumble, rubbing your eyes like a tired toddler. "it's nice to see you." you can't help but smile a little, automatically leaning into his touch, john smiles back.

"it's nice to see you too." at least that's not a lie he had been dying to see you, dying to get his hands on you again. how could he not? every time he's met you you were putty in his hands - and you fit in them perfect (and vice versa). on top of that you were just adorable, he had a thing for the whole shy, sweet little virgin thing you had going on for yourself. not that its important to him, you could be 75 and an absolute whore for all he cares, it doesn't make you fit in his hands any less perfect. "how about I make you some dinner, hm? you're probably starving after your little nap, aren't you, sweetheart?" his hand went from your hair to your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze before patting it briefly, making your face heat up in embarrassment; but before you can reprimand him (as if you'd ever speak up against him) he's already stood up, making his way to your kitchen. "what do you feel like?" he asks over his shoulder, you quietly get up and shuffle after him, looking around as he scouts your cabinets.

"uh.. I don't know.."

"you want me to pick something for you?" he offers, you nod softly. he chuckles. "alright darling." he starts grabbing some things, preparing whatever dishes he needs to cook your meal. you stand there a bit lost, watching him.

"what can I do to help?" he pauses, raising an eyebrow at you.

"you don't need to help, love. I'm cooking for you." his words make you frown.

"I'm not a baby, you don't need to cook all on your own.. I can help.." the words definitely try to have some bite, some defiance, but it just makes him crack up a little.

"you wanna help me that bad, hm?" he sighs softly, putting down his knife briefly as he looks at you. "alright, you can help. c'mere." he pats his thigh like you would when calling over a dog, you follow the command. "good girl," he praises as he suddenly moves to stand in front of you, his hands grabbing your hips. "you," you can merely gasp before he's lifting you up, placing you on the counter as if it's nothing. "can park that pretty little ass right here and look pretty while I work." you try to protest, but a raised eyebrow at you makes you pipe down immediately. "that's what I thought." he starts prepping food, using what you had already bought but were too lazy to make - home made burgers. your mouth waters as you watch him prepare the food with ease, like its what he's supposed to be doing. like it comes to him almost naturally.

the food is done quickly, he's set the table (and reprimanded you for trying to get up, the swat on your thigh combined with the strict expression made you feel things you're not sure you understood) and put out everything you need; even your favourite drink. he walks over to you, leaning down to slide an arm under your knees and lift you up against him. the shocked gasp you give him makes him laugh and the way you cling to him just makes it more sweet to him, like a little reward for carrying. truly, since he left the military (probably even since he joined), this is the best thing he's done with his muscles. he sits down and makes you sit on one of his thighs, flexing it underneath you as you shift around. he keeps one hand on the small of your back, with the other one he pulls your plate closer. hell, he'd feed you if it wasnt for you insisting that you're not a baby and could at least eat by yourself - considering you're saying this while in his lap he lets it slide. you can at least have the illusion of not being totally dependent on him for a little while longer. whatever made his baby feel good.

"dig in, darling. gotta know if you like my cooking or if I gotta take a cooking class." he chuckles under his breath, you shake your head with a smirk before biting into it - and it's heavenly. the taste makes you moan softly, making you wanna savour every bite of it.

"jesus.. this is good.." you mumble with a mouthful of food, he chuckles before taking a bite of his own. his free hand keeps rubbing your back as you chat softly while eating, making sure you get your fill and stay nice and seated where you belong, licks your fingers clean once you're done.

"good girl, finishing your plate." he smirks, noting the way the praise makes you squirm on his thigh - and not missing the heat pressing against it through the fabric of his worn out jeans. how could he not take advantage of that?

his hands find home on your hips, big hands easily dwarfing you. "you're so good, hm?" he lowers his voice to a low murmur, purposely making his voice deeper. "finishing like a good girl." He chuckles lowly as he feels you tense up at his choice of words. his hands grip tighter, pushing you down on his muscular thigh harder. you gasp loudly, eyes widening slightly - immediately the memories of the last time you met flood your mind. its almost embarrassing how hot and bothered this man gets you with barely any effort - if any at all.

"Mr. Price.." you pant softly, the formality sends a shiver down his spine.

"what is it, honey? hm?" he knows exactly what you want, but he wouldn't be himself if he just gave it to you. "what do you need?" a whine escapes you.

"please.. I want you.." your boldness shocks you a little bit, you're not the type to just outright ask for what you want - especially not in situations like these.

"you want me?" he chuckles softly, but you can clearly hear the mocking undertone. "you can't handle that angel, you know that. you can barely take my hand." he pushes you down harder, flexing his muscles. "what makes you think you could fit me?" John leans in, placing a kiss on your neck.

"please.." you whimper again, rutting your hips. he sighs.

"you just can't listen when someone tells you no, can you?" he shakes his head, bouncing you on his knee slightly, you gasp. "you really want to try, hm? want to see if you can take my cock?" you nod eagerly, looking at him over your shoulder, your eyes pleading and big, brows furrowed. "alright then." he pats your hip, letting go. "get down on your knees." you give him a confused look but listen to him, of course you do. he smiles down, his hands going to his belt and undoing it almost in slow motion. the sight of his bulge against the dark blue boxers make your mouth water, hands itching to get your hands on his hard on - until he pulls the fabric down.

his limp cock pretty much flops out, making a heavy thud against his own leg, letting your jaw drop in genuine shock. you didn't doubt that he was well endowed, but you did think all the talk of him needing to make sure you can take it was a bit.. over the top.

but its not. somehow it's truly not.

his cock twitches as he sees the way you stare, making him chuckle. "thought I was lying, didn't you?" he grins, patting your cheek. "I'm a lot of things, baby. but I ain't a liar." you look up through your lashes, nodding softly in defeat. "c'mon now, open your mouth. dont be gettin' cold feet now." he winks, you gulp but open your mouth wider, tongue sticking out just enough to cover your teeth, his eyebrows raise in surprise, followed by a chuckle. "you're a smart girl, huh?" one hand places on the top of your head to hold you in place, the other wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a few slow strokes. "deep breath now, I'm not gonna go easy on you. you want something, you'll work for it. are we clear?" you gulp.

"Y-yes, Mr. Price.." he smirks softly, watching you take a deep breath before he slowly slides his fat tip into your mouth.

"there you go.. slow and steady.." he hums softly, his thumb gently rubbing your head, holding you still. your eyes widen, cheeks puffing out slightly as he keeps pushing, not even stopping when he hits the back of your throat. "relax and breathe through your nose. you can do this, angel. c'mon." your eyes water, jaw already starting to ache with how wide open you have hold it; the sight of you like this making him smile with a weird sense fondness. you try to follow his orders, taking shaky breaths through your nose between gagging while he slowly pushes deeper - only stopping when he can feel your scrunched up face press against his pubes.

"there you go.. doing good, baby.." he hums, holding you there for a few moments before pulling away just enough to keep his tip on your tongue and let you gasp for air. his dick twitches, slowly hardening. "you still think you can take it?" you wanna answer, but he pushes himself back into your throat, making you choke on your answer. "such a sweet, brave little girl. I can't lie, I'm mighty proud of you for trying, angel." you feel your face get warmer, squeezing your thighs together. his other hand wipes away some stray tears.

"how about we see if you can take a proper fucking, hm?" your eyes light up in hope that quickly gets shattered by a hard thrust into your throat, making you choke on him. John scoffs as he feels you flinch away, his grip on your head getting firmer. "now now, this is what you wanted, remember? if you really want me to fuck that sweet little cunt at some point you'll have to take this." a pathetic whimper escapes you, but you know he's serious, you know he won't let his cock anywhere near yout pussy unless he deems you ready for it. and if this is what it takes?

you'll gladly take it. you'll take anything he wants you to, without question; evidently. it only proves again now that he's thrusting his fat, semi hard cock down your throat, making it bulge slightly as you cry your pretty eyes out. you don't even try to pull away or complain, you don't try to push him off, all you do is try to keep your mouth wide open while your hands grip onto his thighs for support. "such a good girl.. doin' so well.." he praises again. "if you keep behaving this well I might give you a dessert, hm? sounds good?"

all you can do is blink up at him with wet lashes, making him chuckle. "you want that? you want a dessert pretty girl?" when you can't don't answer him his face hardens slightly. he knows damn well what he's doing, but he can't resist being a little mean. his hand smacks your cheek almost gently, a mock strict expression on his face. "mind your manners, young lady. answer when youre spoken to. tell me you want dessert." you whimper, the strict tone making you squirm in a mix of nervousness and arousal. an overwhelming need to be good and listen to what he tells you to do makes you try to speak around his cock immediately - of course it only comes out as muffled noises. another smack hits your cheek. "don't speak with your mouth full. nobody every taught you basic manners?" he sighs and clicks his tongue, but laughs when he sees the look on your teary face. "aw, angel.. I'm just messing with you. you'll get your dessert. but you gotta say please." he gives you an expectant look, you know you couldn't refuse if you wanted to.

you try to say please, as clear as you can, a few tears of frustration mixing in as you cut yourself off with gagging, he laughs again. only when you sniffle and hands start to tremble he finally let's up. "alright, alright. you're getting your treat, just remember to say thank you, alright?" John waits until you nod before he pulls out almost all the way, letting his tip rest between your swollen lips, one of his hands wrapping around his dick, pumping it. he grunts softly, holding eye contact with you as he does, only breaking it when he feels his balls tighten. he throws his head back, eyes rolling back in his head as he cums onto your tongue, feeling you jump slightly. he fills your sore mouth with his thick, hot cum, it feels like he's pumping everything he has into your mouth. he watches through lidded eyes as he pulls back, the hand on top of your head instead reaching down to your chin, closing your mouth for your. it takes you a moment to swallow, trying to catch your breath once you can, sniffling softly before you look back up at him.

"t-thank you.."

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