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You’re drunk and your friends dare you to introduce yourself to captain price at a bar. You actually have a nice conversation end up dating and he shows you off and then he breeds you
Haha idk how that escalated quickly but yasss
A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I've been facing some writer's block, nothing I've been writing has been sounding good 😫
So I apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations! 🧎♀️
"Your beard looks amazing, it would look even better wet between my legs."
Maybe playing truth or dare with your best friend while alcohol was running through your veins wasn't such a good idea.
Your body went rigid in shock at the words leaving your mouth.
You didn't even greet the man.
You didn't ask for his name before the horny thoughts that were clouding your mind all night escaped at the first chance.
Drunk and horny wasn't a good combination.
"What the hell happened to buying someone dinner first?" Price chuckled before taking another sip of whiskey and glancing at you.
"I Ummm..." your train of thought had stopped as you looked into his amused eyes, and a small grin lingered on his lips. "I'll...eat you out for dinner???" your words slurred out, unsure of what you said sounded right.
"fuck. I meant to take you out for dinner.." you cursed. "Not eat you out." you laughed nervously as you looked at the male who couldn't contain his laughter.
"You're fucking pissed..." Price said with an amused tone. " Can't hold your liquor well can you?"
You shook your head no as a small blush dusted your cheeks.
"Dinner sounds nice but so does option two." Price teased.
"Who says we can't do both? I always have room for dessert" you teased back, liquor courage making a comeback inside of you.
"Big appetite?" Price asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Always" you responded with a small smile on your lips while batting your lashes at the older bearded man. His head tilted slightly to the side as his amused eyes never left your face, the smile on his face making you weak on your knees.
"You look like you bite off more than you can chew, young lady."
A playful pout formed on your lips at his words, "awfully rude thing to assume," You crossed your arms under your chest as you glared playfully at him. "Besides, I've been raised to lick my plate clean."
"A good little girl ain't ya?"
"Only when I want to be rewarded." flashing him an 'innocent' smile.
You see him digging through his pockets before pulling out a black marker, he held out his hand and which you reached over and placed your arm in. His calloused hands gently held your wrist as the cool ink of the marker traveled through your arm. You could smell the mix of whiskey and cigar smoke from being so close to him.
"Call me when you're not trollied," he said with a raspy voice, his eyes looking into your shining eyes.
"Trollied? I'm just a bit tipsy," you whined. You tried to lean closer to him but you underestimated the lack of control you had over your body. Before you knew it your face had planted into his chest. Price held onto your upper arms pushing you up.
"Just tipsy, huh?" he said mockingly.
You sent him the middle finger before you rested the side of your head against the bar countertop. You were looking at him while he looked down at you with a soft smile.
"I'm trying to guess your name...Henry?"
"Nope." he took another big gulp from his drink before giving you a clue. "First letter is J."
"Fucking hell, do I look like a Jack to you? " he grunted, his eyes squinting at you.
"I'm trying, jeez...Jonathan?"
"You're getting closer, sweetheart."
You kept chanting the name Jonathan before your eyes widened and you looked at him with disgust.
"John? That's such a boring name," you muttered.
"Like your name is any better." he countered
"Best name that will ever leave your mouth" you argued.
"Is that so?" he asked with an eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his lips.
"It is so, John," you said with emphasis on his name. "The name's y/n"
"Y/n? Only a muppet would have a name like that."
"I know you do sweetheart." he teased. "Too fucking drunk to remember your first words to me sweetheart?”"
"Yeah, but with a mouth like yours, the beard gonna stay dry" you taunted.
"Sounds like a challenge," he said while getting closer to your face, noses nearly touching. "Tomorrow night after dinner?"
"Tomorrow night after dinner." you recited his words in agreement.
"You're dating the captain?" Gaz asked, bewildered that such a young fine woman would be dating his captain. The captain that he knew was a gruff, grumpy, and bearded old man. The exact man who had a harsh grip on your waist, fingernails plunging into the fabric of your sundress, and harshly pressing into your skin. His usually warm kind eyes, now cold and ruthless, picturing how he could make both of his sergeants suffer for having their eyes roam your body. You both have noticed how their eyes flicker between your eyes and the deep neckline of your dress exposing your cleavage to the young men.
"Why do you both sound so surprised?" Price asked. Standing right behind you, he leaned down and rested his face between your neck and shoulder. His mouth licked a stride of your skin, maintaining eye contact with his men. You let out a small whine at the feeling of his rough beard pricking at your skin, your body slightly squirming against his. "Don't believe your Captain still has his charm?"
"Stop teasing them." you scolded Price, slightly slapping at his chest and pushing him off of your body. You held out your hand, greeting both men formally and apologizing for your lover's behavior. "Well, I hope to see you both more often."
What was such an honest and somewhat innocent statement from Soap, was the final breaking point for the Captain. Having to constantly see younger males fawn over your beauty, their undeserving eyes devouring your body sometimes left Price self-conscious. It made him question his worth, but you were always ready on your knees to praise him and remind him how wonderful of a lover he is. At other times, it made him territorial, spewing commands and punishments onto you. You were always eager to comply with his commands, and his jealousy and anger were welcomed with your legs wide open, your wet cunt for his personal use. Your moans and whines were encouragement enough for him to know you were his alone.
But for Price to see his own men practically swooning over his lover awakened primal urges in John that were left dormant for far too long. Urges that had you face down onto the sheets with your ass in the air, juices running down your thighs, and a wet cunt milking the captain of his semen.
Rings of white at the base of his cock as you cummed around his length for the fourth time that night. His promises that he growled into your ear had you throbbing around his cock yet again.
"A cunt full of my seed..." Price mumbled against your neck, his fingers kneading the skin of your stomach. "You know what happens if I fuck my cum into your womb don't you darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"..b-baby." you cried out. Your back was now pressed against the mattress, Price mounted on top of you with his cock drilling into your gushing wet cunt.
"That's right, princess. You'll look so pretty with a round tummy." Price hissed. Your nails scratched at his back and your legs locked around his waist. "I'll make you a mommy, fuck a baby right into you."
"yes please, daddy." you sobbed. Your back arched as you felt another toe-curling orgasm creeping. "I want to be a mommy. Make me a mommy."
"Shhh..." John shushed, wiping off the tears rolling down your face. " I'll make you a mommy, no need to cry, sweetie."
Small chants of daddy spewed from your mouth as you felt yourself your love juices gush onto Price, absolutely soaking his pelvic region.
"Make you round with my child, your breasts engorged with milk for the baby," Price continued to thrust into you, his cock throbbing, eager to fill your welcoming cunt with his seed. "But you'll let daddy have a taste of your milk, right? Wouldn't want the baby to grow up greedy like his daddy?"
You let out a loud moan as you felt his hot semen spew inside of you, bursts of cum launching deeper and deeper into your womb, Price's words of making you a mommy increasing in possibility. Your legs freed Price from temporary captivity, allowing him to lean back but not pull out just yet. He wanted to ensure his cum stayed inside, his cock merely a cork for your hole at the moment.
For the rest of the week, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would hear you far more often than see you. Your moans of 'daddy' have nearly become background noises, but at night it only serves as a broken alarm keeping them all awake.
" I blame this shit on you" Gaz spat out, trying his best to ignore your begging moans of 'daddy please' through the walls.
"Steamin Jesus." Soap cursed, running and pulling at his mohawk in frustration. "I only called her bonnie, you were eyeing her tits."
Before Gaz could retaliate, Ghost's ruff voice cut through the room. "We are in this fucking bloody situation because you twits don't know to act around anything with tits and a cunt. "
Both men watched as their lieutenant stood up from the room and stated he was going out for a smoke.
"It's gonna be harder to ignore her tits if the Captain knocks her up."
"She'll be walking around with huge milkers."
