#cute as a fuckin' button

[halavibe]

munchy jung wooyoung in osos #9

#mine #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #ateez #atiny #he could do anything and just be cute as a fuckin button

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

T O P H Y🏆H U S B A N D

#Wesley looks too fuckin' cute with his award & his quarter sleeve plaid button down & those jeans & his haircut & his nice watch #I fall in love with this man more and more every single day I swear #Wes Borland #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Black Light Burns #down the rabbit hole

[sanchoyo]

i hate fictional characters I see a mf I have gender envy for wearing something and my materialistic ass is like . well now I NEED knee high gaiters for fashion reasons. like are you crazy wtf are u talking abt what century is this. calm down 🔫

#gaiters and spats are just legwarmers for drama mascs send tweet #or theater/reenactment nerds i guess but i am NOT one of those btw im just Stylin #i havent been lately ive been living in pjs for months. i ...have not been on my Stylin Game oof :/ #also the only webbedsite that has gaiters that long in the style i want charge 60$ for them LOL #n the buttons arent cute so id have to put in the effort to REPLACE those and that would be ANNOYING #dear gods please give me a sewing machine and supplies . or a sugar mama. ive been so good (lie) i deserve it (true) #im tired of being POOR i miss BUYING RANDOM SHIT FOR MYSELF can one of the jobs i appied for EMAIL ME BACK...... #i need to pay my debt so i can . save money up. then perhaps. get gaiters (normal thing to want) #KJSDHFKHJK #NOT sports or nature hiking gaiters. the fuckin....historical ones. NOT CAMO... #SIGH #sanchoyorambles #i need little treats i NEED THEM #im like one breakdown away from saying fuck it im in debt already anyway whats a couple hundo more on my credy card 🤪 JKSHDJK

[therealvalkyrie]

the dad of the dogs I’m dogsitting tonight just came home to pick something up and scared the fucking shit out of me😭

#I was PANTSLESS #vibing in the guest room #when I hear a male voice say ‘hello?’ from the front door #JUMPED out of bed fucking SCURRIED to put pants on #NO TIME FOR A BRA!!!! #and there he is just standing in the kitchen while I have a fucking heart attack #Christ #I hadn’t met him before I just know his wife #but between me and y’all…….. #guys. he’s so hot. and his wife is GORGEOUS #and they have the nicest house in the middle of the woods #he’s like this rugged vermont blue collar man #long hair and beard and everything. had fuckin work boots on and was at LEAST 6’4 #y’all. #I just about died #they’re the sweetest family I can’t #haven’t met their kid yet but I bet he’s cute as a button #valkyrie talks

[baladric]

one of my friends predicted a long time ago that i would end up married to a rat man, and i’ve been like nah i like pretty and fashionable people but now i definitely have what feels like the most fruitful crush i’ve had in a long time on a quintessential rat man and i’m like. äh, the ordeals of being known.

#i've been wary of them until last night #like aware that they're cute and fascinating #but the running joke has been that the entire friend group would make out w them if given the chance #but last night we actually spent most of a 4-hour yule party shooting the shit and getting in each other's faces #and im like... god dammit........... #don't do this to me heart.................... #their core hyperfixation is anime and i am so not about that life.............................. #(nothing wrong w anime i just can't watch it bc i have to be able to split my focus when i watch s/t) #(and you Really can't do that w actual good anime) #(which he watches bc he is a discerning individual) #like listen we'd TALKED before but i actually had his full attention for entire twenty-minute intervals at a time #and then caught him Looking at me a lot in-between and i'm just like #AUGH #i want to be MEAN to him!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #and also sit his twiggy ass down and make him deal with receiving direct and unabashed affection :/ #i told him i got him an xmas present last night and he keeled into an overwhelmed crouch like three separate times #and i was like Oh Cool A Button To Push #and HAMMERED on that fuckin thing #bc it was clearly the fun kind of overwhelmed #got that exuberant babblerant motherfucker to full-ass goddamn blush and i am CONSUMED

[uwooyoungs]

yall 11 days til i see ateez at kcon i-

#i may have just upgraded my phone Purely so that i can take better pictures abdhbfjsjs #when i say that ive literally planned my fuckin life around this trip to la and kcon and seeing ateez i am Not kidding #like bought new clothes a new phone and a phone case with a slot to hold a pc #new jewlery to match the kcon Fit #((i have like 3 potential fits and idk which one to wear....)) #i have a piercing appt to get a double helix the day before kcon #like i have Mapped my life out around this its ridiculous and i will be doing the same thing #WHEN i get tickets to the atz concert in november 💕 #some real talk tho for kcon ((atz day)) should i wear the black and white crop tank top or a black crop tshirt w/ a lil chain moment #(that one doesnt fit well around my shoulders tho..) #or cute cropped tank w/ a oversize loose button down situation #all wld be paired w/ the one pair of shorts i like and feel confident in lmao #and docs w/ embroidered roses #anyway i need to do laundry and start packing #this is just a big long rambly train of thought post sorry

[hugsohugs]

satetsu........................

#thinking abt him #why does nobody appreciate him out of ship art he's so fuckin cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #huso smashes buttons

[buckyalpine]

18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"

“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.

"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"

"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.

"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"

"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.

"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"

"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.

"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.

Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.

"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"

"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-

"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"

"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.

"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.

"Off to bed, Bambi"

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x freader #mob bucky x freader #bucky x f reader #bucky x female yn #bucky x f!reader #bodyguard bucky barnes #bucky barnes bodyguard au #bodyguard!buckybarnes #mob bucky #mob steve rogers #mob steve

[donatellawritings]

“a’ight, now look directly into this camera and tell us your name, age, and where you’re from,” the cameraman speaks, his gold-ring clad hand carefully adjusting the zoom of the lens on the expensive camera as you sit on the crème colored couch with a cheesy smile, your swollen lips all glossed and glittery.

letting out a nervous giggle, you flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, gently adjusting your barely there skimpy bikini top to cover your hard nipples, “uh, you can call me angel,” you bat your cat-like lashes, before mushing your glossed lips together with a ‘pop’, “m’twenty-one, and i’m from carolina, puerto rico,” you seal with another shaky laugh, swallowing thickly as you steal a quick glance at the man behind the camera, he was a bit older than you, and very handsome — you couldn’t help but be a silly little school girl.

with a feigned-defeated sigh, the cameraman zooms in on your plump breasts, earning a wide grin from you as you playfully shimmy, allowing your perky tits to jiggle, “puerto rico, huh?” he chuckles, licking over his pink lips as you swiftly run your acrylic-nails finger across the pink-heart shaped pendant that dangled from your bellybutton piercing, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he comments, trailing the camera down to your lower half, focusing on the way the plush curves of your thighs and ass swallowed the flimsy fabric of your tiny boy shorts.

with a clearing of his throat, the cameraman brings the camera back up to your pretty little face, “is this y’first time getting fucked on camera, angel?” he asks, his voice heavy in greed as you nod immediately, “fuck — why don’t y’bend over for me and show me that cute little ass of yours,” he beckons, his eyes hanging low as you obediently stand from the couch.

you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you turned away from the camera, before pulling your the thin cloth further up your fat ass cheeks, before bending over with a muffled giggle as you bit down into the chunk of your bottom lip, “look at that,” the cameraman ogled, letting out a throat groan as his warm and calloused hand suddenly cupped your asscheek, gently jiggling the supple skin.

“y’like it?” you questioned, glancing over your shoulder, letting out a surprised gasp as the cameraman’s hand abruptly slapped down onto your ass.

“i love it, angel— m’gonna open you up a bit, yeah?” he informs you, his eyes squinted as he crouches down onto one knee, carefully angling the camera lens at the crease where your puffy pussy and tight asshole met.

your nails slowly dug into the fabric of the couch as the cameraman’s thumb curled into your skin, pulling your asscheek apart, leaving your wet and eager holes exposed to the cold air conditioned environment of the casting room. you failed to hold back a low mewl as the tip of his thumb grazed over your glistening pussy.

“fuuuck, she’s so pretty,” he cooed, jiggling your asscheek once more, before standing firmly on his two feet as he closed the distance between you two, his jean-covered bulged pressed firmly against your ass, “y’gonna be a star, y’know that, angel?” he praises, holding the camera impressively still with one hand as he undoes the button of his jeans with the other, seamlessly slipping his hand under the waistband of his briefs as he releases his firm cock from its confines.

cutely, you wiggled your hips, your pouty lips plagued with a coy smile as your ass brushed against the flushed cameraman’s erect cock. your cute little act quickly came to a halt as he locked his hand around the dip of your waist, pushing his hips closer into you as his dick laid perfectly atop of your ass. a cocky chuckle left the man’s throat as he measured his dick, his mouth watering at how his tip surpassed the top of your ass and rested on your lower back.

your bambi eyes widened at the feeling of his length resting on you, your heart rate increasing as he pulled down your tiny shorts, revealing your bare ass and sweet pussy.

“m’gonna make you a star,” he huffed with a smile, before spitting a glob of warm saliva down the crack of your ass, lowering the camera to catch how it drooled down into your pussy, before tapping his flushed tip against your aching hole.

a squeaky moan left your lips as he slowly pushed into you, your sticky lips parted in pleasure as his flexed arm grips the the couch, your small hand closing over his forearm as the two of you let out satisfied moans. warmed tears were quick to brim around your waterline as he pushed his hips further into yours, the camera now close to your face.

“i love it,” you smiled, your lips stretch into a drunken grin as you pose for the camera, the sounds of the cameraman’s hips slapping into yours now muffled as you focused your fuck-me eyes on the camera.

you knew that you were always meant to be a superstar — no matter what it took, or who you’d meet along the way.

even if it was the eager cameraman who was fucking himself deep inside of you.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #angel!reader

[b1rds3ye]

“Your Hoodie? No, My Hoodie.”

How the boys react to you stealing their hoodies/clothes, if they would steal yours, and other cute clothing shenanigans

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

GN!Reader w/ no physical descriptions

Genre: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k (~300 each)

Warning: A little spice but no smut

A/N: After writing some drama/angst pieces I figured some pure fluff will do me good 😌

Captain John Price

Price’s fashion sense has become a little dated, so while he has one or two hoodies, he owns a lot more jumpers and vests (especially those puffy ones that all American dads seem to wear in colder weather)

He also doesn’t wear said hoodies all that much so if you steal them, he’ll likely just compliment your attire like a gentleman then go about his day. When he does notice the hoodie as his, he doesn’t care, you can have it

“Lovely top, darling.” “Price, sweetheart, this is yours.” “… Ah, so it is.”

However Price will notice if you use one of his jumpers or sweaters, not that he has a problem with it. In fact he encourages it, he thinks you look far better in them than he ever will and you actually make his clothes look fashionable when all he ever cared about was practicality

It becomes a bit of a love language of his, for the sake of being a gentleman and as he gets older he’s more aware of the cold. Price is always making sure you’re suitably warm before going outside when it’s chilly and he’s always giving you his own clothes to layer yourself with

Ever a traditional man, Price loves doing up your outerwear for you, as you keep talking and he nods along with deft fingers making work of buttons or zippers. There’s something intimate about it, having his hands so close to your abdomen, with him being responsible for your warmth and consequently your wellbeing

Has considered asking you for a hoodie or item of clothing of yours to bring him comfort on missions but eventually decided against it. His operations get messy unexpectedly and quickly, heaven forbid if he loses your items. He doesn’t have the best habits either and he’ll never forgive himself if he gave your clothes the lingering smell of cigar smoke

Simon “Ghost” Riley

When off duty, hoodies are his go to. They’re simple, easy to put on, the hood obscures more of his features and with his stature they help him look terrifying. He has quite a few but they’re all the same dark shades so for the longest time you thought he only had a couple

He always tells you and Soap that he’s “plenty fashionable” and you genuinely can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. All you know is that it looks like he wears the same outfit 24/7

The first time he saw you in his clothes, it activated something in him. It was an almost animalistic possessiveness, like wearing his clothes meant you were willing to be owned by him

“Fuckin’ hell,” is all he can say, it’s quiet, barely audible but just loud enough for you to hear and get the hairs on your back standing. You feel like prey being found by the predator as he stalks up to you and attacks you with kisses

Seeing you in his clothes is like a public broadcast that you’re with him, that you’re proud to be with him and Simon wishes he can reciprocate but he’s got a reputation to uphold but most importantly, he doesn’t want to put a target on your back by associating you with him

He still does little things just so he can feel connected to you though, he’ll gladly slip accessories under his sleeves or in his pockets to remind him of you

He has taken one of your hoodies with him on long missions, he swears it’s the only thing that keeps him sane when he brings it close and gets the scent of you and home. He’s not concerned about having it damaged, he leaves it at base, neatly folded and stashed away like a treasure that he guards with his life

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Has a respectable amount of hoodies, he likes how comfy they are and he wears them well. The only thing better than him wearing them, is you wearing them

He’s a tease, he wants you to take his hoodies but he’ll never outright say so. You won’t have a choice though when he straight up steals and hides all of your outerwear, leaving you to drift over to his wardrobe and take something

And then he acts incredibly smug about it as if he didn’t orchestrate the entire damn thing

He gets giddy whenever he sees you wear his things, you just look so damn cute. If you’re leaving for an event you better hope your friends don’t mind you being half an hour late because he will latch onto you, begging you to stay with him

Johnny will also try to wear your clothes. Doesn’t matter if you’re a few sizes smaller than him, he’s not afraid of prancing around in a crop top in the confines of your home (or in public if he’s very tipsy). Are you a similar or larger size to him? Well call Johnny a communist because it’s not your closet but our closet now. Don’t be surprised if some of your favourite clothes “magically” disappear

He becomes very proud and energetic when wearing your stuff or vice versa, he puffs his chest out like a pigeon but he does get very serious and apologetic if he accidentally damages your things and will immediately buy you a new one

A chronic clothes stealer, he has most definitely taken your non-important items with him to missions. He stores them under his camp bed, he calls it a mini shrine that he worships for good luck

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Probably the most fashionable out of the 141 (although the bar isn’t set particularly high), he has a range of hoodies for various casual occasions, dark for covert missions, brighter if he’s just out with friends, you name it, he’s probably got it

His clothes are so high quality you honestly feel bad so you initially avoided using his clothes, which just broke Kyle’s heart because he’s an absolute sucker for the trope of partners sharing their things. He has to near beg you to take his stuff

But when you finally do? Especially out of your own volition? Kyle is all over you, praising you to the moon and back about how good you look, trying to encourage you to take more of his things

Extra points if you borrow his hats, Kyle swears it’s the cutest sight in existence and now he has a reason to look forward to a sunny day

Loves cuddling you while you’re wearing his hoodie, particularly where you’re lying on the couch and he’s on top of you, head on your stomach or chest. He has to give himself credit, he bought some very soft hoodies and on you with his head listening to your heartbeat has him feeling like he’s lying on a cloud

He adores how at the end of the day his clothes end up smelling like you instead, he’s almost tempted to never wash them

He will never gift you clothes, if you want clothes you’re taking them from his wardrobe and that’s final. The only exception is if he wants you two to wear stylish matching outfits where he’ll supply you with what you need

Alejandro Vargas

A man of style, Alejandro much prefers his turtleneck jumpers (also because he knows he absolutely kills it) but he does have a hoodie or two if he’s really prioritising discretion or comfort for the day

Seeing you in his hoodie gets him incredibly riled up, even if to you it’s not incredibly stylish or sexy. The instant he lays eyes on you in his clothes he’s rushing up to pull you into a passionate kiss, hands tugging and massaging you through the thick fabric. Whenever you have to pull away he’s purring in Spanish before pulling you back in

Obsessed with seeing you in his clothes, if you ask for a jacket he’s automatically going to his wardrobe. If you want your own clothes you’re going to have to get it yourself because Alejandro can be very stubborn when he wants to be and will only bring you his own attire

Alejandro will gladly borrow your clothes if he can, but only in private. It destroys him inside because he desperately wants to be publicly associated with you but he will never risk your safety associating with him in Las Almas for his own selfish wishes

An absolute gentleman, he loves putting clothes on you. He opens up the hoodie so it’s easier for you to slip your arms in, he zips it up for you, and then he tugs at the folds so it compliments you perfectly. In his world, you’re the emperor and he’s but a humble and grateful servant, he’s not letting you lift a finger

The only thing he could enjoy more than putting on your clothes is taking them off for you. Not even in a lustful manner (although that’s not off the table for him), it just feels intimate, like he’s pulling armour off of you, with you entrusting him with your most vulnerable self and he’s honoured you trust him this much

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

He likes his cosiness and practicality so he has a fair lot of hoodies and he’s more than happy to lend them to you. You don’t even have to ask, he just assumed that when you two became a couple his stuff was yours too

But when Rudy first saw you in his clothes, he was taken aback. He never thought much of his clothes, they just look decent and offered functionality, so how did you make such mediocre items look so damn good?

Gets oddly sentimental when he sees you in his clothes. It’s such a domestic sight, one he thought he’d never see when he dedicated himself to Las Almas. Every time he’s holding you close, peppering your face with brief but hefty kisses. You won’t be escaping his grip anytime soon

Rodolfo will only borrow your clothes if you explicitly tell him you can. He adores you and treats all your items as something sacred, it feels almost blasphemous using your things

When he does use your items, he realised it’s been a long time since he’s felt bashful. Not that he’s embarrassed or ashamed of you, far from it. He just knows some of his soldiers will ask and he’s near giddy that he can talk about you

Another clothes helper, he giggles when he sees you get tangled and lost in his slip on hoodie, accidentally trying to put your head through the arm sleeve. He gently guides you, and when you finally poke your head out, he gives you a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead as though he hasn’t seen you in months

“Ah, I found you mì amor.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rudy x reader #/*avery actually writes*/

[cordeliawhohung]

imagine being mafia!Price's wife. (HORNY horny thoughts ahead)

he'd be the don, of course, always in his office puffing away at his cigar. dark chest hair is visible due to his half exposed sternum as he was too lazy to do the top few buttons of his dress shirt, and there's a mouth watering taper to his waist with the end of his shirt tucked into his belted pants.

as always, he can't go without his favorite accessory; you. always insists that you need to be sitting on his lap while he does paperwork, but it's mandatory when he's meeting with someone, especially a potential business partner. tells you that he'd love it if you were to wear that little black skirt and your cute, blush pink blouse that starts out buttoned up but somehow gets loosened throughout the meeting.

price is handsy with you in general but becomes even more so during those meetings. rough fingertips gently digging into the plush skin of your thighs, tugging at the hem of your skirt, gliding past the collar of your shirt... and his guests gawk and eat it up as they try and keep their tongues in their mouth long enough to speak and answer his questions.

make no mistake, he has no intention of sharing, but he doesn't mind showing you off if it keeps his guests distracted long enough to agree to a deal in price's favor. you know this too, of course, and like a good wife you make sure to keep eye contact with his guests as you shift in your husband's lap, a hand pressed against his bare chest. you don't bother to adjust your skirt when it slips up a bit further than it should, either.

his guests hardly have time to leave his office before price's hands are fully slipping up your skirt, fingertips gliding along the hem of your panties. "good job, darling," he croons into your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "got 'em right where i need 'em."

his fingers dip between your legs, feeling the slick wetness that's built up, nearly soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. it was hard not to get worked up during his meetings knowing that there was a reward waiting for you, even if he didn't quite get what he wanted.

"what should my sweet wife get for bein' such a doll, hmm?" he asks as he slips a single finger into you. hardly past the second knuckle, not enough to be jarring but enough to get a gasp out of you. your clothes are still on and you're already arching your back for him.

"your fingers," you breathe out, attempting to grind down on his hand. assisting you, he slips another finger inside, and this time pushes deeper. you stretch and pulse around him as he lazily begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt.

"just my fingers?" he repeats before gently shaking his head. "tsk... no, i think you deserve more than that. don't you, darling?"

it isn't long before you're bent over on his desk, skirt hastily shoved up over your ass and panties halfway down your thighs. price had spent what felt like hours on his knees behind you, fucking you with his fingers and tongue before finally giving you his cock. not even the thick wood of his desk could hold up under the force in which your husband fucked you. pens and other stationary items rolled around in the drawer underneath your head as the wood squeaked with his rhythm.

and he's growling like a hungry animal as he plunges his cock into you, whispering praises to you as he bends forward, chest pushing against your back. "so fuckin' perfect. such a sweet thing, helpin' me like you do. fuck darling..." he had already made you cum once on his tongue and fingers, so it doesn't take long for that searing heat to build up in you once more. he drinks up every single moan and the catch in your breathing as he pushes you over the edge once more.

when he finishes, he makes sure it's inside of you; always inside of you. hips flush against your ass and he just holds himself there, cock twitching as he empties himself, filling you full. when he pulls out, he notices you're dripping. both with your own essence and his cum, so he takes care to gather it on his fingers before pushing it back inside of you, drawing a breathy whimper from your lips.

"did so good for me today," he praises. he stands to his feet, fingers still inside of you, using his cum and your wetness as lubricant to continue thrusting inside of your poor, spent pussy, leaving you a writhing, cock-drunk mess on his desk. "i think you deserve another one, yeah? c'mon, one more darling, s'all i want..."

fact is, he could do that all damn night long.

masterlist

originally the first version of this was going to have some impact play (spanking) but my brain is fried so enjoy slight(?) exhibitionism price instead <3

#john price smut #cod smut #john price x reader #captain price smut #captain john price x reader