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John Price x f!Reader - Daddy kink, age gap, corruption kink

John Price who’s convinced his best friend’s daughter is flirting with him :/

John wasn’t born yesterday. He sees the way you look at him, like you’re some young, dumb thing desperate for an older man to show you how it’s done. But you’re much too naïve to realize the mistake you’ve made inviting him into your bedroom.

The neighborhood barbecue seemed like a good enough place for you to dip your feet into the water, to test his patience and fish for some sort of reaction.

Your eyes linger on his hands when he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Your pulse races when he spreads his legs wider so that your knees touch under the table.

Your fingers fidget when you notice the bulge at the front of his jeans, desperate for something you couldn’t even put into words.

Lucky for you, you won’t have to.

He’d slip his fingers under the hem of your skirt before you’d even think of begging him to do it. He’d just pull the fabric of your panties to the side and expose you right then and there, deft fingers sticky with the slick that’s been leaking from your neglected pussy since the minute he walked in.

All the while, he holds a conversation with your father across the table. Deflowering his best friend’s only daughter with one hand, while he smokes a cigar with the other.

“J-John, I—“ you’d stutter, trying to keep up appearances.

“What? Need me to get ‘ya something, sweetheart?” He’d drawl, quirking his fingers against that one precious spot just so that he can watch the way you jump in your seat.

“I—I need…” you’d flush, sweating, “I need…more.”

John, well, he just smiles, pulling your panties back over your cunt, patting your covered pussy a few times before he stands from his chair.

“More to drink?” He lies, walking towards the house, “‘Course, darling. Thought I saw an extra pitcher back in the fridge…”

Your father’s so busy keeping up with his friends that he hardly notices when you leave a few minutes later. With all the commotion out in the garden, there’s no one in the house to eavesdrop…

Well, that, or see the way that John bends you over the counter in the kitchen, yanking your panties down around your knees just so he can get himself inside your sweet pussy all the faster.

“Fuck, love,” he grunts, wrenching a handful of your hair, “Keep moaning like that, ‘n your father’ll kick me out before we get to finish…”

The slapping of his hips echoes throughout the room, belt buckle jingling where it hangs from his belt loops.

“Mm—No, John—“ you squeal, standing on your tippy toes just to push your ass back up against him all the harder, “Daddy doesn’t know. He—he can’t know…”

“Mm—Fuck, but he will, baby,” John growls, “He fucking will.”

His chest flattens over your back, cock pulsing inside of you when you fall over the edge of another orgasm.

“‘Cause when I’m done with you,” the bristles of his beard tickle your ear as he whispers, “You won’t be callin’ him daddy no more. No.”

His hips push into you hard enough you swear you’ll be left with bruises when he finally fills you up…

“That’s what you’ll be callin’ me.”

guys call me a whore but logan in logan has me on my KNEES!!!!!!! the greying hair? the scruffy beard? the suits? the grumpiness? oh my god somebody SEDATE ME i need him in ways that are concerning to feminism i need him in me now!

oh to be called princess by this logan howlett…

my controversially older husband 💞

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light…

i should be allowed to sleep with an emotional support grumpy 200 year old dilf with swoopy kitty hair tuffs who could kill me in an instant but has undying love for me despite all the scars in his heart for cuddling and horny purposes, i think i deserve it

Levi in his 40s with few gray hairs, his strong forearms and back with your scratch marks on them>>>>>>

"What's wrong? Can't take it?" His voice was rough, it hadn't been in a long time but he is pissed at you. You can feel the scars on his face as he kisses along your neck, his fingers pumping in and out of you, he is enjoying this. The way your eyes roll back, and the way your back arches makes him more aroused, he is using the hand he lost fingers on, he is using only two fingers and making you lose your mind under him. "Remember what I told you..." He kisses up, nibbling on your ear as he continues to thrust his fingers into your pussy. "..two fingers is all I need."

Your legs wrap around him tighter, bringing him ever so close to your body, your hands grip his forearms, a whimper escaping your lips when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars, your hips roll in response. "Yeah? Here? Good girl. Cum for me." He is fully dressed, the bastard is fully dressed, his sleeves rolled up, he won't give you what you need but he will give you what you want. Your warm walls squeeze around his fingers and he speeds up his movements, your body almost lifts completely off the sheets, a loud moan emerges from your throat as he presses his thumb to your clit and you squirt. "That's my girl, so fucking pretty for me."

Being an older man’s type is just a different level of a confidence boost. Like yes please tell me how pretty and delicate I am. And how you’re so much older than me but you can’t help but be attracted to me. Older men will tell you all the ways you make them lose their minds and that is what I need in life.

I don't have high expectations for guys my age... just be 30-40 years old and then I'll be interested for you.

literally me and Levi💕💕💕

The "she fell first but he fell harder" trope with Levi >>>>>

Levi looks so young the last time we see him. Rounded cheeks, his usual exhausted expression gone. Instead his eyes are wide, his expression almost one of childlike excitement, matching those of the kids scattered around his chair. His wings have faded and with them the weight of the world is finally off his shoulders. He finally gets to live life on his own terms.

I love you Levi I love you Levi I love you Levi the reason for my everything I love you

I want to be Levi’s good girl. I need, want, long to be Levi’s sweet, kind obedient good girl, always listening to everything he says, always obedient, doing anything he says and orders. I want to be his good little bunny, looking at him with big round eyes waiting for him to say a word just to be ready to oblige to whatever he’s asked. Making him proud, satisfied, calling me a ‘good girl’ until I practically nod eagerly with red cheeks waiting for his low, rough deep voice to make my jump and immediately serve him :(( <333 I just want to make him happy with my obedience

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