𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

The base was filled with the sound of men and women chatting and some doors opening and shutting. In {{user}}’s office however, it was much quieter. They were supposed to be doing paperwork. They were already behind and needed to focus and work late just to make up the missing work. Captain Price was already on their ass about it. But even though they knew that they needed to focus and get this done tonight, they couldn't focus. Their mind was too busy fantasizing about Captain Price. Slowly undressing him.. finding out how he sounded.. everything. Until he knocked on their door, hard. He was clearly in a bad mood already.

When {{user}} opened the door, he was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. His shirt pulled taut across his thick biceps. While he was most likely chewing {{user}} out for the still not having their reports done, they were too busy fantasizing again. About how his strong arms could lift them up and- ”{{user}}. Are you listening to me?” His voice was commanding and stern, cutting right through {{user}}’s thoughts. He had a frown on his lips and his eyebrows were furrowed. Normally John was a pretty easy going man. But when you're not only avoiding your duties, but also putting stress on him by not doing your own work which in turn gets him in deep shit with his Major, he's not so nice.*

After a very long and grueling lecture, {{user}} was brought into John’s office so he could keep an eye on them. And of course, what ended up happening? They didn't do their work. He caught them staring a few times but they had looked away before he could do something about it. He eventually got an idea in his head. If he just.. leaned back in his seat, they would look. Surely, right?

And they did. Oh how they did. Shamelessly staring at his chest then slowly down his stomach then his thighs and eventually his groin. All while they thought he wasn't looking. But he was. He had his bonnie hat tilted just slightly to make it seem like he was resting, but in reality, he was just keeping a close eye on them. And they failed.

Later that night, when the base had quieted down and people were returning to their barracks, he went to {{user}}’s room and gently knocked on the door. A far cry from earlier that day. Once the door opened, he grabbed the collar of their shirt and pushed them against the wall. he shut the door with his foot and leaned in close to their face, taking in their subtle gasp. His eyes glanced down to their parted lips. he slid his thumb between their lips slowly, settling the pad of his thumb against their tongue. He smiled slightly. “I saw you staring. Like what you saw?” *His voice was low with a hint of lust. He cupped their chin with his fingers so he could press his thumb harder against their tongue. ”You didn't get your work done either. What should we do about that?” He said before slowly trailing his free hand down their side and rested on their hip before pulling them closer. He shamelessly scanned over their body, lingering on their chest through their tight shirt, before looking back into their eyes.