Making You Take The Ring Off??? With Your Teeth??? The Loophole??? The Forbidden Lust??? HOT HOT HOT

Making you take the ring off??? With your teeth??? The loophole??? the forbidden lust??? HOT HOT HOT OMG THIS IS SO HOT

price x reader - loopholes

╰▸john price is an unfaithful husband, but he'll think of every excuse to lessen the severity of his acts.‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

word count: 1,355 cw‎:‎ angst nsfw - cheating, brief dry humping, rough p in v with no protection

"john," the whine escaping your lips as your back slams against the door not long after it was slammed shut by price. the sound of the door had sent a smacking sound throughout the deserted hallway, but it wouldn't alarm anyone regardless. doors slamming in fits of anger wasn't anything new.

though, it wasn't anger that ran through price's veins. well, maybe slight anger, the frustration with you had been rising all day. and, in the midst of night was the only time he could let it all pour out of him.

"don't 'john' me." voice gruff, the familiarity of the tone causing your body to straighten out like a command was barked at you. it was never john when you two were alone together. too personal.

"yes, captain" your breath catching in your throat before his hand met your neck, the squeeze causing you to gasp for air as fingers pressed into your skin.

"care to explain your various attempts today that would have people question my character?" price growled as his lips grazed past your cheek, coming right next to your ear as his breathing cause shivers to run down your spine.

"no, captain." you stated, the back of your head resting against the door. brain warning you to correct your answer before the grip on your neck would tighten. "it was inappropriate and out of line."

"i'd say good girl, but you've been pretty fuckin' stupid today, yeah?" the hand on your neck releasing its grip as it drags down your chest to the hem of your shirt.

"stupid or strategic? got what i wanted, didn't i?" a satisfied hum pushed up your throat, your hands now in the clear to move as they pleased. hands that headed straight for the buckle of his belt.

a low chuckle exits his body, his own hands grabbing at your wrists as he walks his body back and guides yours to follow him. seating himself in the chair, without missing a beat you drop to your knees in front of him as he spreads his legs apart. forearms resting on his thighs as you give them a playful squeeze, looking up at him. fingertips brushing a piece of your hair back before his thumb glides across your lips.

"you're a brat," he mutters, your lips parting as you let his thumb push in as you secure your latch around it. slow and dragged out sucks building saliva around him, his blue eyes darkening as he watched you. after a few more moments, you pull back with a 'pop' sound at the release.

"you're no fun." you pout, hands moving back to his belt to work on removing it again before you were interrupted before.

"i'm married."

"hasn't stopped you before." it hadn't, you were right and he knew it.

his body lifted from the chair to tug his pants down, his hard on quickly met by his hand while you now raised to your feet. the focus now on your own attire as you worked to remove it.

the pants slid down your legs, but before you could have your panties join them on the floor around your ankles before you kicked them away, his free hand grabbing to stop you. your body guided once again to straddle his lap, his cock pressed against the already soaked fabric.

"just let me take them," your words cut off has his hands grab at your hips to move you against him, a soft 'oh' replacing anything you were going to say originally. he did it every time. he fought with himself in his head about what he was doing, finding every little thing he could do to make himself feel better.

"i don't have any condoms." he defended his actions of why he stopped you from removing them.

he did everything he could to make himself feel like he wasn't a complete shit husband cheating on his wife back home. a wife who had been with him since the start of his career.

having you dry hump against him, only letting you give him head or vice versa. wearing a condom and still pulling out when he would cum. all of these things made sense to him, made him feel like they were loop holes to the act of adultery.

but the feeling of his cold ring pressed against your skin caused your brain to fire out an idea. stilling your hips, you grabbed his left wrist and brought his palm up to your lips. kissing softly before lips pressed against his ring finger.

the action made your own stomach tie into knots, but it was an idea.

"doesn't count if the ring is off." your murmur against his hand, eyes watching him closely as you see his own brain register what you just said.

a loophole.

"so," eyes burning into yours as he watched your lips kiss the ring, a ring that didn't promise himself to you. "take it off for me." if he took it off, he's accountable.

nodding, lips made their wait to the top of his ring finger before you took it in your mouth, tongue swirling around to let the saliva build around the ring. your teeth at the base of the ring tugging at it to drag it up his finger until it was off, secured between your teeth. your fingers reaching to take it from your mouth and setting it down on the desk behind you.

"fuckin' 'ell," price groans, reaching for your face to look at him and pulling you down to his lips. his own teeth tugging at your bottom lip and lips pressed against yours while your hands grab at his neck. "lift up for me."

your body raising off his slightly before you feel fingers drag from back to front against your folds, knees nearly buckling. his fingers tugging the panties to the side as he guides you back down. his cock met with your already dripping cunt as you press down, nails digging into his shoulders.

"fuck." the two of you moan in unison, however, you drag out the 'uck' of the word.

"always take me so fuckin' well," price mutters mainly to himself, your hips finding a rhythm as his hands grip at your waist again. "so tight," he huffs out as you press back down on him, his hands holding you down for brief moment to feel you pulsate around him. "so fuckin' warm and wet too."

a string of moans muffled into the side of his neck as you bury your head into the crook, pressure released as he lets you resume your pace. "captain," the whine causing him to shush you, one hand coming to your neck as he holds you against him.

"don't be makin' too much noise," he warns, but its a useless warning as the sound of skin smacking against each other echoes through the room. if anyone were to pass by they could easily pick up on the sounds behind the door.

your walls clench around him every time you come back down, trying to latch around him, the feeling of him in you without a condom is addicting.

and his body reacting the same way as his grunts fill your ears, hands gripping onto you so tight that you'd figure there would be marks to show for it the next morning. he guides your body up and down to match up with his words, "fuckin. dirty. girl."

you wince at the final word as he holds you down. thick cum filling you quickly before your own thighs shaking, release around him as your arms wrap around his neck to hold him close.

both of your breaths heavy as try to come down from the high. after a few moments, the two of you pulling apart from each other, focused on cleaning and redressing yourselves. as you tug on your pants, your eyes catching price who is dressed again as if nothing happened, staring at the ring on his desk.

the hesitation is brief, but still noticeable before he grabs it, slipping it back onto his finger.

if @bbbby-blu didn't decide to send me a damn picture, we would have not been here today combating the writing slump. all credit to blu for the "take it off for me" - we thank you for your service <3

ASAJAKSHSJS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS IM SCREAMING

price x reader - clean up

pervy price i'm not sorry <3 cw: masturbation, cnc

price who doesn't hear you when you come home from running errands as he's kneeling on the bed, hand grasped around his cock as he pumps himself.

and he doesn't stop either when you walk through the door frame, frozen in shock as you see his upper body hovering over the bed. one hand gripping the sheets to support himself while the other is working to get every last drop on to the sheets. thick, white juices pooling and seeping through. eyes glance up at you, a tired grin forming on his face when he sees you shift awkwardly in place. "c'mere, sweetheart."

you want to ask questions, but your brain shoves them all to the side as he asks you to come to him. feet instinctively walking towards the bed, stopping at the edge of it. "made a mess, you're gonna help me clean it, yeah?" he coos, nodding towards you. "get undressed for me."

knowing better than to resist his orders, in little time you're stripping from the clothes that cover every inch of you. crawling onto the bed when undressed, he grabs you to position you onto your stomach. your heat aligned with the damp spot on the mattress as his hand presses your lower back down. "let me see you move those pretty hips, hmm," he hums, the hand sliding up your mid back to grab your neck from behind. and as ordered, the wet sheets rubbing against your warmth as you gasp when he gives your neck a squeeze, eyes fixated on the movement of your hips.

"like this?" you whimper, seeking the validation from him you craved so badly when it came to being in bed together.

"just like that." the words a soft growl as you quicken your pace, your own arousal building from the friction. and the unexpected grab of your ass causing you to yelp, but your body pushing pack towards him, not away as would a normal response would be to the sudden action.

"i'm not gonna last very long," you warn him, hands gripping the sheets under you to keep your body in place as you grind against the pool of cum. forehead pressed against the mattress as you try to control your breaths in an effort to prolong your release.

and sure enough, your thighs shake slightly before you're dripping in the same exact spot price did moments earlier. his chuckle bringing you back from the high of your orgasm. and when you're about to sit up and get off the bed to clean yourself, he tugs you back. "said you're gonna help me clean it, didn't i?" hands grabbing to pull you away from the mess on the bed before he's directing you facedown again, this time your face hovering over the spot. "john," you gasp at the realization, glancing back at him.

"eyes forward and tongue out, sweetheart." he mutters, hand grabbing your hair to control your head movement. pressing your face closer to the sheets as your tongue meets the pool of your juices combined.

boyfriend!johnny with his fleshlight he named after you

it's been a few days since you've seen johnny, him being on base for a few days for some intense prep before a long mission. 72 hours since he was last inside you, and he's been sending you feral texts whenever he gets the chance.

today, the messages end abruptly, being replaced instead with a simple video.

the frame is focused entirely on johnny's lower half, his taut abs tensing as he smacks the head of his cock against the sleeve of his fleshlight.

you watch, attention entirely stolen as he spits onto his cock and slips inside the little toy. his hand grasps around the shell, long fingers practically choking the plastic as he sinks in deep.

his groans echo out of your speakers, joined with the squelch as he smacks against the silicone.

"jus' not the same, bonnie." his groans turn into moans, moans turn into whines. johnny's hips snap back and forth rapidly, chasing pleasure from the toy. "might call her your name, but she's no' you. need the real you."

"need tae fuck yer properly again soon, aye? already been too long."

slap. slap. slap. he holds the toy against his desk, rutting into it like it's you he has spread out on the surface--the whole thing rattles with each thrust, and johnny's camera work starts to suffer.

"gonna have tae sneak ye on base before i go." he shudders out a breath as he withdraws his cock, exposing it to the camera. it's sticky with pre-cum and spit, the head still nestled between the lips of the toy--the ones that look just like yours.

the camera flips for a moment, switching to johnny's face--flushed and with sweat beading on his brow. his smile is satisfied and his eyes are blown with lust as he purrs into the camera.

"need ye, yer my favourite pocket pussy anyway."

Oh what I would GIVE for price to pick me up at an airport bar 😮‍💨🥺💗

I flew the first time to the US and the machine had technical issues so we started 3 hours late, I missed my connection flight, so jow I am in DC in a hotel (provided by the airline thank god) and all I can think of is how price sitting at some random airport hotel at bar and piking me up. He could. Others not so much xD

i know this took a second to get to, i hope your trip went well and you're at your destination/home safely!!!

"flight delayed?" a voice says next to you at the airport bar, pulling your attention away from your phone. there's a man leaning on the counter right next to you, tall and handsome with powder blue eyes and the most ridiculous facial hair you've seen in a while. it still works for him, somehow.

"mmm, kind of. first flight got delayed enough that i missed my connecting, and now i'm just waiting for the airline to get a hotel room situated until my flight tomorrow." you say with a frustrated wrinkle of your nose.

"the future of your evening is in the hands of an airline? condolences. may i sit with you while you wait for your fate to be decided, then?" he asks. what a gentleman, anyone else would've just sat themselves down.

"sure, yeah." you say, and he grins at you as he settles onto the barstool next to you and holds out his hand.

"john." you shake his hand, it's huge and calloused and warm, and it's so instantly comforting to have your hand in his that you almost forget to let go of it.

"nice to meet you. are you in the same boat, then?" you ask as you sip your drink, something sweet and delicious with an abv high enough to take the sting out of being stranded at an airport. john flags down the bartender and orders a drink (whiskey on the rocks) before responding.

"similar boat." he says with a tight smile, and he does not make any sort of move to expand on that. you're not gonna push, it's not that important. he's just a nice smile in an airport bar, you don't need details, really.

"what a mess, sorry that's happening to you." you sigh as the bartender sets john's drink down.

"oh, i'll be alright. i've got a room waiting for me, i just don't fancy turning in yet. not when there's still such lovely company to talk to." he raises his glass and nods to you before taking a sip. it's hard not to feel bashful about a large, handsome stranger sweet talking you like that.

"i dunno about lovely-" you start.

"i do. perfectly lovely, just look at you." john says as he gently brushes some of your hair away from your face. you can't help but lean into the brush of his fingertips a little.

"that ok?" he asks quietly, with expectant eyes. you just nod, and he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. "how about that?"

you nod wordlessly again, heart racing in your chest, and he smiles at you, eyes crinkling in the corners as he sips his drink. the combination of exhaustion and the thrill of a hot stranger paying attention to you like this is impairing your judgement even more than your drink, it'd seem. normally you'd never let a stranger do something like that, but for some reason it's acceptable when john does it. more than acceptable, it's fucking hot, actually. he looks at you a moment, seemingly studying you before he tosses back the rest of his drink and leans into your space.

"cards on the table, i saw you as i was headed to catch a cab and i just thought it would be such a waste if i didn't at least stop and try to get you to come back to my hotel with me. no offense taken if you don't, but i really, really would prefer to spend my evening in the company of a pretty girl." he says in a low tone as he wraps his arm around your ample waist, and holy shit. holy fucking shit. nobody's ever spoken to you quite like that before, especially not an attractive stranger. you can't help but glance behind you for some other, prettier girl that he might be talking to. there's no one.

"what? me?" you whisper incredulously, which only makes him chuckle. it's a nice sound, like he thinks it's cute that you're confused. he nods and hums his assent.

"mhm. we'll go to my room, do as little or as much as you want, and you can spend the night. in the morning i'll get breakfast brought up and pay for your uber back to the airport. you can fight with the airline to reimburse you for your wasted time later, instead of waiting for them to give you a bed."

"that's a very... practical proposition." you laugh, and he joins you.

"i really, really want you to say yes." he admits with a chuckle, and something inside of you tells you he means it. he's attracted to you, and wants to act on it. holy fucking shit, the worst part of your trip is quickly becoming the best part. you toss back what's left of your drink and flag down the bartender to close your tab.

"ok. yes." you smile at him, and it earns you a full-handed squeeze to your hip. you sign the receipt in front of you as john stands to lead you out. "out of curiosity, what made you pick me tonight?"

"love me a girl with a big, bouncy..." he pauses, and leans back, blatantly staring at your big ass. "...personality."

you throw your head back and laugh, taking his elbow as he waggles his eyebrows at you and leads you to the exit. the night's still young, but you can tell this is going to be the best layover ever.

can’t get vampire!price out of my head. he finds you in the woods near the ominous castle he resides in. you’re frightened beyond words and you’re bloody and bruised - upon instinct he was ready to sink his teeth into you but instead decides he’d much rather keep you.

you’re reluctant but don’t have much fight in you to stop him from carrying you over his shoulder back to his fortress.

you end up meeting vampire!ghost, price’s little protege who is the best boy and will do anything to please. including taking the best care of their new precious gift.

you spend your days being fucked and feasted on by the two of them. joyous and content to be a good little pet to your wonderful creatures of the night.

I said this already but AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE LAID MY EYES ON EVER!!!

Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

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Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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