Captain Price One Shots × Reader

Consequences

Male reader 🖤

TW: spanking, pain, light degradation
He puts his cigar out on you BUT IN A CUTE WAY. I think. Idk u decide n lmk 🤪

Listen, please look this is my first male POV. I'm so sorry if I disappoint in ANY WAY, comment or message me what could be added or changed. All tips are welcomed! (No pun intended LMAO)

You'd been an asshole all day, shit just wasn't going right from the time you woke up all the way down until after the mission.

You and soap even got into it over your ear piece being damaged and you couldn't report back to them- resulting in you all being shot at.

"You gotta do better than that pretty boy!" Soap yells at you.

Mowhawked bastard.

"Just shut the fuck up and shoot Johnny!" You yell over the loud gunfire, ducked behind a half burnt vehicle.

Your uniform had you close to heat stroke it felt like and the salty sweat dripped into your eyes and down your cheek.

"I wouldn't have to if you had just got your ass ova here!" Soap yells and you give him a shitty side eye, the rest of the mission was botched and the ride home was silent.

Price shot you angry looks the whole ride, it had you fiddling with your vest zipper and keeping your head down.

You knew he'd be upset at the failure, more importantly your lack attitude.

"Everyone in the debrief. Now!" Price yells when the helicopter lands, looking directly at you. You always liked the way he yelled, the deep rumble and rasp made it so much more attractive.

You sure kept that shit to yourself though, no way were you about to get in trouble with the boss over a lust issue.

But he was so commanding, on and off the field he carried authority and you wanted him to exert it over you behind closed doors.

His dominance was so damned attractive to you.

You'd been on the team for a year now, and got along just as well as anyone else.

You all worked closely together, picked up on eachothers habits and moods.

So it wasn't hard to tell you were pissed today, you barely even answered Price during the meeting.

He glared at you with the last bit of patience he had and you returned it, something about it felt erotic and you were instantly hard under the table.

He was also looking nice, as fucking usual, and it pissed you off at times how much you were attracted to him in that tactical vest and thick belt. What would the captain think if he knew the member he signed on had a raging hard on for him?

Daaamn. It.

You'd desperately been needing to get off all week and there wasn't enough porn and lotion in the world to satisfy your needs.

You needed to be touched, fucked and talked to like a vendetta was set out on you.

So delicious daydreams of Captain Price overtook your fantasies each night, imagining him punishing you for a bad days of work or him just straight fucking into you until you're both leaking cum all over your boots.

"Dismissed. Y/N. My office now." Price was the fastest out, and you were the last.

You leaned back in the chair, clicking the pen in and out before getting up to see what chore Price has for you- the version of punishment you didn't care for.