The Readers Parents Finding Out About Her Relationship Has Me Thinking, Does Her Friends Know About It

Haii Bunny, thank you so much for feeding all of us with your Daddy Price fics ❤️ This is gonna be super self indulgent, since my next semester starts on Monday, but could you pretty please do a piece of Daddy Price rewarding us for doing well in school?

oh starlight !! i hope and pray your semester goes smoothly, im deep into exams month so I understand completely, don’t forget to take care of yourcuteself and don’t stress too much lovely!!! Ily!

🍯 | fluff, sugar daddy!john price x college student sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s and reader is 21, very cheesy n cute

“look at my good girl, all precious and sweet, doing so well in school…” john mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling your flushed skin as you giggle and try to push him away, hands pressed against his chest.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute when you study, so intelligent and smart, gonna be the death of me, angel”

you laugh softly, finding it amusing how john always got like this anytime he saw you studying — you’ve recently taken an exam you studied so hard for, and you excelled at it, and john seemed to puff his chest like typical proud men did anytime he mentioned it

“the exams aren’t over yet, daddy, im not done..” your back arched against the mattress and his huge, imposing figure loomed over yours, making you forget about your scattered notes all over the bed.

”dont care, doll, let daddy reward you for being such a good student, what do you want? new books? more skirts? plushies? just say it and it’s all yours, bunny, mmh?”

“don’t want anything,” you managed to say between half breaths and your crystalline laughter, as john kept up with his assault on your neck, leaving hungry kisses all over your collarbone, “your beard tickles, daddy, wait-”

”then let’s get your favorite ice cream, and then we can go to that store you like so much, that one, like the liquor, what’s it called…”

your eyes widened and you gave him the sweetest, most sparkling doe eyes, so sugary he just wanted to spend his entire days spoiling you rotten, “brandy??”

he grinned against your skin, inhaling your sweet, vanilla perfume that he’d gotten you last time you’d taken another exam.

“yeah, sweetheart, that one, mmh? what ya say?”

“don’t want you to spend money on me, daddy, doing good in college is my duty not a-“

“we’ll go to the bookstore,” he added, cutting you short with a sharp, deep rumble that made you rethink your last words.

oh.

“well, then…okay” you blushed, giggling when his hands slithered under your shirt and grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you against him.

“that’s my girl,” he rumbled, a low, deep praise that growled witching his throat and made you turn red — you pulled his dog chain and whined, a timid silent request to get closer and kiss you.

“I’ll get ya one of those school girl outfits you like to wear around the bar and that make me loose my fucking mind, mmh? guess it counts as a reward for daddy too, huh doll?”

he muttered those words against your lips, and you nodded against his own, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close — he grabbed your chin and tilted your head to gain more access, delving his tongue deeper inside your mouth, making you whimper against him

you didn’t really know how to ask for what you wanted, your inhibitions only making you let out soft, feeble sounds, knowing he’d understand what you wanted.

“aight, bunny, let’s get your sweet ass up before daddy decides to reward you differently, that can wait until we come back, yeah?

he grins and you reached out to grab his hanging dog metal tag, pulling on the chain to press another kiss against his lip, wanting to feel him close all the time, “promise?”

“oh sweetheart, im a man of my word”

ideaaaa

older!price with his little bunny girl. he’s out one day and sees a bunny jelly at at the store and immediately buys it for her. ofc she HAS to show him how grateful she is after!

just i little idea!

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oh my gosh im kicking my feet at the thought, need old!daddy price to gift me a bunny jellycat :(

the way you were beaming up at him with dollish, doe eyes, blinking with soft flutters of your eyelashes made john think you were the actual bunny plushie, and not the one he was hiding behind his back with a smug grin underneath his thick beard.

“what did you get me, daddy?” your question sounded so lovable, so sugary sweet, you hadn’t spoken with a tone laced with greedy expectation, but rather with a genuine and sincere shyness and gratitude for his thoughtfulness — that’s what made him want to spoil you even more, shower you with gifts until your sweetness rotted to the core.

“saw this at the store doll, reminded me of you” and when he stretched his arm and handed you the soft, plushy bunny stuffie, you gasped, forgetting how to exhale — you let out a happy, chirping little sound, your porcelain cheeks red and warm and your eyes sparkling like glitters.

it was so pretty, the fabric on the inside of its ears decorated with embroidered flowers, the button of his nose rosy and pointy, its legs and arms perfectly huggable — if you had been a plushie, you would’ve definitely been this one.

“oh my gosh daddy! it’s a jellycat!” you almost squeaked, taking the beautiful, pretty stuffie in your hands and admiring it — he probably had no idea how trendy those were among young girls, he must’ve simply seen a cute bunny that had reminded him of his bunny, and imagined she would like it, hence way, he'd just ended up buying it “thank you so so much sir, it’s so cute, i love it! thank you!”

he gave you a half lazy smile, enjoying seeing his little girl happy over such tiny things, and tucked a loose string of hair behind your ear, “you’re welcome, angel, im glad princess likes it”

you’d been wanting one for so long, you thought, as you pushed out your bottom lip and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, keeping the stuffie close to your chest — you wanted to show him how grateful and thankful you were, but he never let you, claiming that was simply his duty as your daddy, as your man. you stood on your tippy toes, planting a heavy, yet soft kiss on his mouth, and another one, and another one, smiling fondly against his lips “thank you, sir, love you”

you lowered yourself, but this time, you placed your hands gently on his hard, muscular abdomen, and slowly tried to push him towards the couch, until the back of his knees hit the edge of it and he plopped down with a heavy thud, giving you a questioning look,

soon, that look was replaced by a warmer, hazy expression, as he let out a deep, low and gruff chuckle, watching you sinking down on your knees with your new precious bunny tucked underneath your forearm,

“doll, no need to repay daddy, wanted to give my baby a gift, love, to make you happy, sweetheart” he said that, but spread his thighs wider, parting his legs and throwing his arm behind the sofa’s head — he bucked his hips, and you gently rested your cheek on his clothed thigh, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look “then can i make you happy like you made me happy, daddy?”

how could he say not to his little one? with a lazy, amused tug of his mustache, he brushed his thumb over your puffy lips, sitting comfortably. “aight, love, s’yours after all, doll. do whatever you want”

then, the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

you were going to name the bunny cupcake.

old man daddy john price coming back home from a tiring, exhausting mission and finding his sweet little bunny dolly girl like this

i don’t know if you’ve written about this, but I can imagine dbf!john leaning towards you when his rabbit isn’t talking too loudly to be overheard, and tugging on the little loops of her denim skirt to pull her a little closer... and I think there are some sparkles on his clothes from his doll, who found herself some strawberry-scented glitter perfume.

requested by @anattami 🍎

dads best friend!john price and his soft, bunny girl can indulge in each other’s presence with subtle gestures, silent yearning, hidden and lingering touching. especially at a family gathering, or when your dad’s around. if your father invited him over for a barbecue, to have dinner together, dbf!john would have to act distant, like you’re just a little girl, a kid he knows through your father, who happens to be a longtime friend. brooding, detached, like he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence.

but when no one’s looking, he slips into your personal space, looming over you like a damn bodyguard. he notices when you stop talking because whomever you were talking to wasn’t really listening, when you speak quietly not to be overheard. he hooks his rough fingers into the loops of your denim skirt, subtly yet firmly pulling you closer to him, until your back presses against his chest, and your breath hitches. a silent, imperceptible movement that no one seems to notice.

when no one’s looking, dbf!john would lean over the table to grab a beer and subtly lean closer to you while you’re sitting reading a book, in your own little world, to whisper a low, deep “look pretty today, bunny, cute skirt.”

and he definitely doesn’t miss the way you tense your thighs together when he speaks with such a rough, gruff tone. the way your cheeks bloom red, flushing timidly.

or when dbf!john grabs you by the waist to move over, passing by you. squeezes your hips for a short moment, making you almost stumble and pour your iced strawberry juice all over your sundress.

like the old gentleman he is, dbf!price follows you to the garage to help you carry water bottles to the back yard, but those are long forgotten on the bench when he picks you up and effortlessly sits you on the flat table next to the fridge, gets between your parted, sweet thighs and devours your mouth, tongue and lips kissing yours with all the pent up restrain.

you throw your arms around his neck, locking your legs around his waist to pull him closer, whimpering between the rough, heavy kiss. he grunts against your lips, his tongue pushing against yours as he takes as much as he can within the short time he has.

and now, his his dark shirt is littered with sparkling glitters, shining like tiny twinkles that your strawberry glitter perfume roll has left on him — you put some on your wrists and your neck, but now you’ve left a trace of it all over him.

“always a good girl for your old man, mmh, bunny?” he practically growls against your mouth, steady and scarred hands holding you by your waist. “there she is, all f’me,”

you nod, breathless, pink cheeks bright and warm under his hungry gaze. he can only take advantage of these short moments, when no one’s around — you can’t even speak, far too fuzzy and dizzy, shy and looking at him like a lost, delicate bunny with those doe lashes. he needs to be careful, quick. he has to haste, he knows he can’t do these things, he’s not a good man. guilt and desire block his throat and he reluctantly slows the kiss.

it’s like indulging in something he knows he can’t do, he shouldn’t, just for a short moment.

“good girl, doll, my angel, minding her business, always so quiet,” another kiss, heavy, longing, “sweet as sugar. aight, back there, gonna make your pa worry,” he pats your thigh playfully, letting you take a little jump to stand on the floor, brushing down the layers of your skin to recompose yourself, still too red and embarrassed to say anything.

he picks three bottles of water with one arm, winks at you and strolls back to the yard, still smelling like you, vanilla and strawberry.

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

I just found your blog and i’m addicted your work is so good!!! i love how you write price :)))

thank you peachy you’re so cute and sweet ily <3333 what is an entertainer without their supporters?🐇 ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡

“aren’t you too young to be working to afford your college all alone? doesn’t your daddy pay for his little girl’s education?”

you blush at the man’s question, he was a regular, and you know he has only asked out of mere curiosity, but it somehow makes you feel embarrassed. As you place the bottle of beer down on his the table and look at him, you notice the lack of judgment on his face, but a brush of concern and noisy inquisitiveness.

“oh, my daddy does pay for my education” you answer him politely, blinking down at him with your brows slightly raised as if your statement was the most obvious answer. Little does he know, the daddy you’re referring to isn’t your father, but john price, your boss, sugar daddy and owner of the bar.

young, innocent and soft bunny reader crying on sugar daddy!old man john price’s lap because she doesn’t want to learn how to pay taxes and run grown ups’ errands and john just wiping away her tears with his rough fingers but with a dumbfounded look because “doll, you never had to and never will???” you can just be his little princess, his lap bunny, and let your big, strong old man handle all the adult stuff ;,(

could you like..pretty please, send dadsbf! old man daddy john price requests..? pretty please?🐇 wanna write for him sb sniff ALSO to all my beautiful sweet berries who’ve sent me reqs in the past i do read them and they’re all saved in the drafts, as a college girlie i don’t have quite a lot of free time to post them so please be patient ily!

”is that what you’re wearing today, doll?”

“yes, why, you don’t like it daddy?🥺”

“your dad fine with that?”

“go ask him, sir, you’re his best friend”

“the thighs, off. in my pocket, now”

“you’re gonna keep them?”

“yeah, just like I’m gonna keep you tied to my office chair if you don’t stop teasing me. behave, sweetheart”