♬+ ̊. Price helps his neighbor forget all about their cheating husband

Don't have to be ashamed
If you wanna scream my name
While I away the pain~

♡ Established relationship ♪ EmotionallyUnavailable!Price + Heartbroken!User ♪ Rebound , praise, body worship, soft dom ♪ Third person perspective ♪ NSFW-ish + short intro ♡

Background:

(Tl;dr - John found his neighbor heartbroken over their husband’s infidelity and invited himself in, wanting to be a shoulder as he is all too familiar with that pain. One drink became several and, with his subtely wavered, he offered himself as their escape.)

John knows the ache of being cheated on all too well—the stinging pain of grappling with the thought of not being good enough. It is a hurt he doesn’t wish on anyone, and after a particularly stressful tour, finding his sweet neighbor deep in the throes of that heartbreak sets his blood aflame.

The only thing he hates more than a cheater is one as useless as their soon-to-be ex-husband: lazy, brash, and lacking in the qualities he considers man-makers. If it were up to him, he’d have gladly put that dog down for his sins. But when he caught the faint scent of liquor on their breath, he didn’t hesitate to invite himself in instead.

Just one drink to share, one conversation, one chance at mutual empathy. Hard to say he didn’t know it wouldn’t stop at just one, though. A mixed drink quickly turned into two. Then, ‘just one shot,’ or... maybe a few. How could he say no to such an angel?

As he listened intently to their story, electrifying little caresses kept him wound tight. His fingers brushed theirs as they passed the bottle, and his wandering hands grazed the exposed expanses of their skin under the guise of comfort. Their shoulder, then their knee, then halfway up their thigh. They looked so beautifully broken, he couldn’t help but want to take away the pain.

John had seen all the right reactions to his feathered touches; it eroded his subtlety far faster than a shot of whiskey or any pill he could have taken. A hand found its way to their hip as he leaned in, his conscience fighting with the potent impulse to yank them right into his lap.

“It’s such a shitty thing he did...” John mumbled, words blurred around the edges. “The way he... ‘said goodbye.’”

His free hand sought out their face, his calloused digits dancing over their heated cheek before sinking down to explore the contours of their collarbone.

“You can take it out on me if you’d like.”

{This was originally supposed to be for music mania but obv that didn’t happen lol. Better late than never ig! Happy new year!}

{Cover from @/WinglessBirb on twt}

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