Bar
Captain John price x reader
Summary: While on the way to a bar you decide to tease price. Price doesn’t tolerate rowdiness. He makes it his mission to humiliate you even if it means doing it in front of his men.
Warnings: mean Captain John price, semi public touching, pet names, oral, (m receiving) humiliation, fingering, and dirty talk.
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Your legs were propped up on the dashboard as the wind gentle casted against your face. Price had one hand on the steering wheel of his truck while the other one held one of his thick cigars. The musk of tobacco filled your nostrils…familiar yet tart.
The two of you were headed to a bar not too far from home. You and price had been dating for a little over a year. You’d gained his trust and now it was time to meet his team who held just as much importance as you did to him. Once finding out that their captain had a girl, they had to meet you. Price had been trying to hold it off but he knew that could only happen but for so long.
“The boys can get rowdy, love” he gazed over towards you while taking another drag from his guilty pleasure. A smirk played across your lips “I’m looking forward to it. Don’t know why it took so long for me to meet them.” You were excited especially after hearing stories price often told you. They were like family to him.
Price chuckled as if that were the most amusing thing in the world. “You’re excited to meet a bunch of overworked soldiers” he shook his head while tapping ash out of the window.
“I want to get to know them….” You look out of the window specifically the landscape of trees.
You were supposed to be a secret. That’s what the two of you agreed to at-least. Price had a lot of duties…he’d rather people know less about you. There wouldn’t be any questions, looks, or assumptions. He preferred to keep it simple.
In the beginning, it worked out.
That was until you started packing his lunch. Soap was the first to notice. He knew price never packed his lunch even more so carry a lunchbox. It was always neat and well done too. The work of a women.
What really blew the icing off the cake was when you left a note with your name written with a bunch of little hearts around it. Price knew he couldn’t make up a lie. So he had no other choice but to reveal his relationship rather he liked it or not.
One chain of event led to another and before he knew it he was on the way to introducing you to his team.
There was a beat of silence…a comfortable silence. Your eyes wander through his frame. The way his forearms flexed as he handled the steering wheel, his fingers fiddling with his cigar, the way his bearded jaw softly clenched every time he moved his mouth, and best of all his bucket hat that he just couldn’t get enough of.
Price noticed your staring. That look of neediness in your eyes you’d give him. “I can see the gears turning in your head bunny.” He finally threw out his cigar, leaving the tainted substance.
You shifted your legs until they were on his lap. On instinct he placed one of his hands over your legs. “What are they telling you?” You shift yourself until your legs are directly pressing against his center. Where you’d assume his bulge to be.
“You’re up to no good.” Price chuckled once more “if ya know what’s best f’you bunny, you’d settle down” he kept his eyes situated on the road.
That itself was like a Greenlight for you to continue.
“I don’t think I do”
You shift your legs away and leaned across the middle until your face is millimeters away from his crotch. Something in prices eyes darkened but he maintained his calm demeanor.
No reaction? More teasing then.
Your hands wander around his thighs. They trailed with sneakiness all the way until they found his zipper. You give him one last look before fully unleashing it down. Price was already rock hard…that much was clear based on the imprint roaring to be set free. You didn’t have the patience to take your time so you simply pulled him out of his boxers. Price was thick and heavy…his tip red and veins pumping with blood.
You bite down on your lip meanwhile your eyes up casted towards him.
“Go on and finish what you started, bunny” his hand flexed as if he might grab your hair. You knew he had no problem doing it. Gently, you stroked his length watching the way it stiffened even more. Price must’ve been inpatient because he pushed your head down until your lips were centimeters away from his tip. “Suck…” he gently shook you.
Your lips wrapped around his tip. They went further down memorizing his veins.
You weren’t sucking. You were holding him in your mouth.
Price grunted “playing games are we?” His fingers curled into the texture of your hair. “Mmm” you sent vibrations with your needy humms. “I suppose that’s a yes hm?” Without further warning he forced your head down. The sound of your gags drowned out the music as he forced you to take his cock. Your hands clutched his pant leg but you held back your tears.
Price knew he couldn’t get too rowdy before arriving so he loosened up. “Think you can suck cock now love?” He asked condescendingly. “Yes..” you attempted to talk around his length.
Your lips wrapped around him and soon you were sucking just as he liked.
This lasted a while. You, your lips, and your head working in sync. You knew his body just as he knew yours. The moment his cock started twitching you pulled away with a wet pop. “What are ya doing bunny?” He was dwelling for his release. Due to being busy for the past week, he’d been limited.
You wiped your lips with the back of your hand. “We’ll be at the bar soon. Don’t wanna ruin my makeup.” You were teasing him…keeping him from having the release he so desperately wanted.
His jaw ticked as he pulled into the parking lot.
You knew he was irritated. It only widened your smirk. “Come on…their already here it looks” you grab your bag and hop out of his truck, dusting off your outfit.
Once interlinking fingers you both enter the bar tighter
Soap, ghost, and gaz were already seated at a rounded booth. Price was beyond irritated but he masked it with a neutral expression.
“Was wondering when you two would get here.” Gaz chanted out while darting his eyes towards you. He called out your name as if you were a long time friend “so you are real” he chuckled beside soap. “Was starting to think you were made up love” ghost was sitting on the other side of soap talking through his balaclava. “It’s a miracle lads” soap took a sip of his drink.
You were practically turning red from the comments they were giving you. What threw you out of your trance was price gripping a handful of your ass. He was never the type to get handsy in public but as of today, something clicked.
He was pissed.
“You lots look like you’re drooling” he sat down first then pulled you down beside him. He introduced you to each of his men “Gaz, Soap, and Ghost” he discreetly gripped your thigh under the table. “And lads this is my girl” his hands drifted up.
You smile and nod trying to ignore how touchy he was getting
Once placing orderers and receiving drinks and food price continued the path up your thigh.
You were doing quite well, ignoring it. That was until his fingers drifted over your center right aginst your panties. You nearly choked on your drink. “Everything alright love?” Price gazed down towards you.
“Just fine” you bit down on your straw
This was payback for what happened earlier.
“Mh, why don’t you tell the lads about how we met.” His fingers dipped underneath your panties and massaged your clit. “W-what?” You hid your expression through your glass. “Tell the lads about how he met” his thumb pressed down hard.
You gaze at the group of men and the curious expressions on their face. “R-right..I work at a coffee shop not do far- mm not too far from base” you squeezed your thighs but even then he contiued to rub your clit. “Price came in nearly everyday and uh…eventually he asked me out” you swallow hard before giving price a look.
Your eyes were begging him to stop.
All he did was chuckle
Two of his thick fingers found your slit. You bite back any moans threatening to come out. Just when you thought he would was up he shoved those fingers inside of you.
“Mnh..” the sound was stubble. Loud enough for only him to hear.
Price curled his fingers while massaging that sensitive spot inside of you. You were practically panting at this point. Gaz must’ve noticed “you alright there, lass? You look red in the face” this question led to everyone’s attention being settled on you.
Price only moved his fingers harder
“She’s alright. Just the alcohol gettin’ to her. Ain’t that right bunny?” He called you that pet name only serving more humiliation.
“I’m f-fine. Yes, I’m fine” you sallowed deeply.
“Good girl” Price grunted.
You clenched around his fingers earning another chuckle.
As minutes passed you zoned out of the conversation, focused on one thing. Not letting yourself slip. You’d made some noises here and there but it wasn’t enough to alarm anyone. Though price wouldn’t stop nagging you with questions.
“Love, where was our first date?” His thumb circled your clit meanwhile he played inside of you.
“W-we went to this jazz bar- mh…mhmhmm” you could barely keep yourself together. It was a wonder no one noticed the squelching sound of your pussy crying out.
“And what did I gift you that night?” He knew the answer he just wanted to watch you struggle.
“Necklace..” you spoke barely above a whisper
“What was that?”
“A necklace!” You pointed to the pendant hanging around your neck.
“Looks like a beauty” soap examined it before shifting his eyes back towards his drink.
Before you could thank him that familiar coil began to build up at the pitt of your stomach. You were going to cum. Panic and humiliation hit you all at once. Price must’ve noticed because his lips curled into a smirk and his fingers worked faster.
You would never recover if you just so happened to cry out in the middle of a bar. You would have to contain yourself.
Discreetly, you placed your hand under the table attempting to pry him away. Price leaned down to your ear “keep fighting and I’ll take ya out back..spank that ass raw” he gave you a kiss to your cheek before leaning back up.
It was at that moment you realized it. You’d have to endure him fully. You prop your elbows onto the table and bring your hands a close to your lips.
The conversation they were having was simply drowned out as your body reached its peak.
Your thighs trembled as waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over you. “Mmph…” the sound you made was utterly pathetic. Without warning you bit down on your hand, an attempt to control your facial expression. That sensitive feeling of pleasure lasted for what felt like ten minutes until price finally pulled away.
The tension in your shoulders dropped like a wave splashing through the sea. You were trembling like a leaf embarrassed, fearful, and senseless.
Price brought his fingers to his lips and sucked without a care in the world.
That’s when it clicked to everyone at the table.
Soap nearly choked on his drink, gaz turned his head away, and ghost whistled underneath his breath. There was a moment of silence expect for the sound of price cleaning his fingers.
“What a night lads” he chuckled while guiding the both of you up from the booth. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. This was their first impression of you. Humiliated, used, and tamed. “Bunny, why don’t you tell my men goodbye?” He placed his hand on the back of your neck as a warning. “You were so eager to meet them after all”
Finally you met their gaze.
“Goodnight..” your voice which was filed with much confidence earlier was reduced to something much smaller and meek.
They weren’t uncomfortable. No, they were amused. It soon felt as if this were all a game…
“It’s about time we head out…tend to other things. I’ll catch up with you lots tomorrow.” And with that he walked you out of the bar with one big hand squeezing your ass.
“I told ya honey, you want to play games. This is what happens.”
The night air was cold and unforgiving on your skin. It only added to your already shivering body.
“Now get in the truck before I fuck you in the parking lot…”
