ASAJAKSHSJS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS IM SCREAMING

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.

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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.

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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."