captain price is definitely the type to have a corruption kink. rookie like you, inexperienced in both the line of work and sexual experience, he can’t help himself from jerking off at the sounds of your moans, fucking yourself with your fingers, getting them all slick. he can just imagine you struggling to take his full size with your mouth agape and walls tightening.
summary: The time is finally here when the 141 pops the four word question. After all the stress of planning, you can finally enjoy the two best events of the year. Here are some visuals and headcanons for your bachelorette party and wedding.
dbf! peter, had always admired you from a far and always had been trying to get at you ever since you turned into a fine young woman under his eyes. he hated to admit it to himself but he really is captivated by his best friend’s daughter, you. you’re something he has ever wanted in a woman and well, to him age is just a number.
dbf! peter who tries to sweet talk you whenever he’s around you. he’d get real up close to you, towering over you, and compliment you while at the same time diffusing them with his corny jokes. he’s a goofball but it’s something you’d always liked about your dad’s best friend. of course, you’d look up to him as an uncle but once you entered adulthood you started to look at him differently.
dbf! peter who gets a bit jealous when you talk about hot college boys you’ve liked or hooked up with. he thinks to himself he can do so much better than they could ever and show you a good time. he wanted to have you for himself first but he’d make sure that the second you’d fall for him he’s gonna make you feel like you’re on top of the world.
dbf! peter who hugs you really tightly and rests his chin on your hair so that he could relish in the sweet perfume that you decided to wear for a function. he wish he could take you on right there and there but he had to repress his urges. to him you always looked gorgeous no matter what you were wearing or how’d you think you looked.
dbf! peter who holds your waist and says “excuse me, sweetheart,” whenever he’s passing through behind you. it really made you swoon and feel some type of way for him. when you meet his eyes he winks at you and walks off. that made you follow him, grabbing onto his arm telling him “what was that for?” with curiosity and a slight twinge of desire. he’d lie saying it was for him to pass through without having to ‘move’ you out the way but you know he did it on purpose.
dbf! peter who tells you he can’t hold those feelings he’s been harboring for you so he pulls you into the guest’s bathroom while everyone, including your dad is in the backyard. “i can’t keep pretending that i don’t have feelings for you. you make me unbelievably weak in the knees for you.” you teased him and told him to kiss you right there and then and he did.
dbf! peter who clasps a hand over your mouth as he yanks down your skirt and panties, and pushed himself into your dripping core. “that’s it, you’re such a good girl for me honey.” he fucks himself into you finally getting off and releasing all his pent up desire he had been repressing for so long. he’s definitely fucking you for a couple rounds until he’s completely spent and has emptied himself inside of you. he fucks his cum into you with his long lanky fingers that make your whimper and squirm upon feeling his fingers protrude inside you.
dbf! peter who tells you to keep a secret and to not tell anyone. of course you’d never tell anymore and pretend like he just didn’t fuck the shit out of you..over the past couple of weeks since the function, he has been become more physical affectionate and spoils you to no end once he sees you feel the same for him.
Hi!!!! I am obsessed with your John fics!!!!! So I have a idea for my comfort writer!!! Ok John has been trying to rail his wife for DAYSSS but the kids won’t let him example ( John finds his wife doing laundry in his shirt so he puts her on the dryer and they make out but as soon as he pulls his boxers down “MOMMY MY SHIRT HAS JUICE” ) John is STARVED honey so he calls his mom to take the kids for a week so John can fully indulge into his wants
You winced, stretching your neck from one side to the other as you walked down the university stairs. Finally. It was over. You had been cramming, and note taking, and messily scrawling essay responses for the past few months and finally your grind had come to an end.
“God, my back” you muttered, experimentally trying to roll your shoulders only to be met with protest from your tender muscles.
“You’d think they’d have gotten comfier chairs after three years” your friend agreed, but the euphoria on his face was hard to wipe away over something as mundane as hard plastic seats.
“I can’t believe we’re done!” Your other friend said, stretching her arms towards the sky “finally it’s summer!” Summer. You sighed softly, thinking of the stretch of time ahead until graduation. You still needed to finish that job application off, and it probably wouldn’t hurt to send in your resume to some other places too. If Nanami was here he’d casually tell you to just not work; that he’d support you, but the thought made you cringe. The monthly deposits into your bank account were already too generous, and then on top of that, the dinners and the clothes and the gifts were ridiculous… The transactional aspect of your relationship didn’t seem to bother him at all, but then, money was something he was never lacking.
You had lost the trail of conversation between your friends, and stared blankly at them as they talked about something. You tried in vain to catch up, piecing together something about a party tomorrow.
“Come over to mine before, we can pre at my place and get ready.” Your other friend agreed enthusiastically and you realised they were waiting for you to respond. You opened your mouth to say something but didn’t manage to say anything.
“Whoa….. who’s that?” You looked up, following your friend’s line of vision. You were fast approaching the parking lot where the expensive sheen of a black car caught everyone’s eye. You flushed, stopping in your steps.
“Do you know him?” Your other friend nudged you. There leaning on the hood of the car was Nanami. He was in his usual cream suit, immaculately pressed with his royal blue shirt and tie expertly styled. His arms crossed over his chest casually, with his sunglasses perched on his nose. He regarded you standing dumbfounded with the hint of a smile on his lips.
Your mouth felt dry as you nodded, and you cleared your throat to distract from your obvious surprise. He had asked you when your final exam was but you didn’t think he was actually going to turn up. He had even called you this morning to wish you luck, but you were worried thinking about the upcoming exam so you didn’t think anything of it.
“That’s my… boyfriend” the word tasted strange in your mouth.
“Finally we get to meet mystery man” one friend scoffed to the other, changing direction so they were headed towards him. They knew the basics: His name was Nanami Kento, he was in his late twenties, and he worked at a big company in the city. What they didn’t know was that you were a poor student who was being kept afloat a sea of debt by this man.
You skulked behind your friends, watching bashfully as they introduced themselves to him and he shook their hands.
“I guess we’ll see you tomorrow” your friend said, his cheeks warm after shaking Nanami’s hand.
“8 sharp” your other friend said, mock sternly “bring a bottle and dress slutty.”
Nanami raised an eyebrow and you cringed at her choice of words.
“You should come” your other friend said to Nanami, looking up at him through his lashes. You made a mental note to slap him tomorrow night.
“I don’t know…” you said, trying to imagine Nanami at a college party. The image of him in his suit surrounded by drunk youths was laughable.
“I’ll have to check my schedule” Nanami said politely “but I hope you’ll keep an eye on this one in the event I can’t attend.” He smoothly put his arm around you, drawing you close to him.
“She’s very precious to me” he leaned down to press his lips against your temple. You suppressed a shiver. How he was able to take such a simple action and make it feel like much more was a talent. Your friends looked at you in awe. You knew they wouldn’t let up on the invasive questions tomorrow.
You bid your friends a goodbye, ignoring the pointed way they stared at you and looking away as you walked to the other side of the car where Nanami opened your door. You fixed your seatbelt and watched out of the corner of your eye as Nanami said his goodbyes. He opened his own door a second later and you looked down at your hands. They trembled a little. You started to self consciously fiddle with the delicate gold ring on your finger, it was fashioned with little gold leaves curling around your middle finger. It has been Nanami’s gift to you for your last birthday, and you’d appreciated the simple design despite the fact that you knew it probably had a hefty price tag.
“Hello” Nanami took your hand in his, lifting it to his mouth where he pressed a kiss to it.
“Hi” you felt shy.
“How was it?”
You sighed “I think okay? The questions weren’t surprising and I got everything I wanted down. I just hope they can understand my handwriting.”
Nanami hummed, starting to massage your tender hand “it sounds like you did better than okay. You worked hard.” You felt your heart flutter, not used to someone paying so much attention to you.
“I can’t believe you’re here” you said, accepting your hand back as the car purred to life.
“Of course” he said “does it bother you?” Yes.
“No” you swallowed, absentmindedly looking out the window “I was just surprised.”
“Is that really it?”
You felt your face burn in embarrassment “you’ve just never done it before and I just came out of an exam and I’m tired and not wearing make up and I look like shit and my friends Ju-“
“Stop. There’s no need to be so anxious.” He raised an eyebrow, subtly taking your hand again and squeezing it before putting it down on his lap as he flicked the indicator on.
“I was just surprised” you repeated “and I’m tired. I just want to do nothing.”
“It can be arranged. I know you just came out of your examination, and I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working for it.” You thought of the dates (if you could even call them that) spent with him reading through paperwork next to you as you reviewed materials. He’d refill your water and insist on you taking breaks and made sure you ate. It was a foreign feeling but ultimately it was nice to have someone there.
“You know I think you’re beautiful with or without make up.”
You flushed red at his words, still feeling awkward when he paid you compliments but you knew you weren’t allowed to complain.
“Yes, I know” you said hesitantly “Thank you.” He smiled at that.
“Good girl” he murmured quietly. There had been a time when you first started ‘dating’ where he’d pay you compliments and you’d squirm and say he was wrong. He didn’t appreciate that. Now you had to accept his praise when he gave it, even if it did still feel strange.
You glanced at him. His eyes were trained on the road, with one hand on the wheel and the other caressing your own hand that he placed on his thigh. Despite being younger than most of the men in his financial bracket he still had a maturity and presence that commanded the room. You’d been surprised when he told you that he was only 27. His sharp cheekbones, and razor cut lapels seemed to suggest something older. Maybe that was why you’d chosen him to timidly approach online. He seemed less threatening than the men double your age who made your stomach churn.
Despite that, he’d still scared you a little at first. You felt hesitant to relax around him, but he was always polite and respectful. The first time he’d pressed you against his mattress you had frozen, staring at him with big bambi eyes, and trying to stay as still as possible. He’d noticed immediately and stopped, reassuring you that he didn’t want to do anything you didn’t. You felt so anxious you cried. You learnt that even with the wealth, the education, and the skills, he was not good with emotions. He made you drink a full glass of water for some reason, and then petted your hair unsure if he was helping. You ended up confessing your worries and he listened and reassured you more. You fell asleep on his chest with his hand stroking your hair softly.
Sometimes you struggled with how you felt. The financial aspect certainly was a huge mental strain for you, but you trusted him and knew the intricacies of his personality. He came across as cold and rarely said anything romantic, but his quiet actions were so considered and caring. He remembered things you told him about yourself, made sure you ate three meals a day, and reminded you to take an umbrella when the forecast predicted rain. In truth, if you were being completely honest, you were on the edge of being in love with him. This was a well guarded secret however, and one that you were not about to share with him.
“Your friends seem nice.”
“Ugh that was embarrassing.” You groaned, and Nanami’s lips quirked upwards.
“Make sure you call me tomorrow night if you stay out late” he said, his voice was still light but there was an edge to it.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I probably won’t stay that long.”
“You should have fun, you’re young. I just want to make sure you get home safe.” He pulled into the parking garage that lay below his apartment complex.
“Okay. Thanks Kento.” He smiled quietly.
“Anything for you.”
The apartment, though sterile on your first few visits, had grown on you. It had a spectacular view of the city and you’d fallen asleep and woken up here so many times that you felt comfortable here. You knew where Nanami kept his mugs, and he had generously given you your own section of drawers to keep your skin care products and spare clothes. You much preferred when he insisted you wear his but you never voiced this.
“Eat” he instructed, offering you a plate of freshly made cupcakes. One thing you’d not anticipated was his love of cooking; baking in particular was a favourite past time of his and you often enjoyed dates where he’d show you how to knead bread, or make you listen to the distinctive crack of the spoon against a still warm creme brûlée.
“Cupcakes?” You took one gingerly in your hands. It was vanilla with a pink frosting top. Nanami didn’t have a sweet tooth as such but when he found out you did he’d more often than not have a sweet treat for you.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He brushed a hand casually through your hair and you instinctively leaned into his touch. You heard him pad away, turning your attention to the little cake instead.
Nanami’s kitchen was impressive, with dark cabinets and marble countertops. He took great pride in it, and many an evening had been spent with you sitting on the cold countertop with a glass of wine as he stirred or chopped. He let you be the official taste tester, blowing on a spoon before carefully before lifting it to your lips.
The frosting and sprinkles stuck to your lips as you attempted to eat the cupcake as neatly as possible. You failed miserably and ended up catching crumbs in your spare hand that you shamelessly licked off your palm. You washed your hands in the sink, looking out at the view of the setting sun glint off the fellow buildings.
“Was it good?” You looked at the reflection of Nanami in the window. His arms secured themselves around your wait, and you felt the familiar warmth of his solid chest behind you. You noticed that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. Something that ought to have been illegal.
“Very good” you praised “and I liked the sprinkles.” Nanami may have baked but he never was so cutesy in his decorations.
“I can see” he kept one arm tight against you but the other reached up, and his hand gripped your chin, tilting it up so that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. Finally he pressed his lips against yours, making your head swim and your eyes close.
“You taste sweet” he murmured against your mouth, licking a thin line of dry frosting by your lip that you hadn’t quite gotten. You tried to catch his lips again but he didn’t let you.
“Later” he said and you groaned “I promise. First you need to relax.”
He led you to his master bathroom just off his bedroom, and you felt your heart somersault in your chest when you saw the candles and the bath that he had drawn, complete with bubbles and rose petals.
“Kento…”
“The temperature should be right but let me know if it’s too hot.” You dipped a finger through a cloud of bubbles, feeling the pleasant warmth of the water. You were surprised to find however that he didn’t strip off with you, instead opting to open a bottle of champagne as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
“To working hard” he said and you repeated his sentiment, clinking your flute with his and taking a cautious sip.
“Is it okay?” He asked, crouching by your side and tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear.
“Almost” you said, feeling the boldness of the alcohol.
“Do… do you want another cupcake?”
You couldn’t stifle your laughter well enough “no, Kento, I want you.” You met his gaze for a split second before looking at the tiled floor.
“Won’t you join me?” You asked softly, mustering up the courage to look at him again.
“Only because you insisted” he said, his lips were turned upwards at your request.
Although his bathtub was a generous size, it wasn’t quite big enough for you to sit next to him, but it didn’t seem to deter him.
“I prefer this” he said, his breath tickled the shell of your ear as you settled onto his lap. You sipped your champagne, and tried not to melt.
“Me too” you agreed in a small voice. It earned you a kiss on the head. You ended up talking about the upcoming summer. You complained about cover letters you had to send off and he talked about how he had scheduled two weeks off next month, hinting at an overseas trip with you.
“Would you like more? Or are you hungry?” Nanami asked, picking up the bottle but you shook your head.
“I want dessert.”
“I think I have ice cream in my freezer if Gojo hasn’t eaten it all.” His coworker who annoyed him endlessly. You’d met him a few times and were always entertained by his interactions with Kento.
“I didn’t mean… I..” he looked at you curiously as you struggled to verbalise your feelings. You bit the inside of your cheeks and pushed yourself up clumsily, turning around to grapple his damp chest and bring yourself up to press your lips against his. To his credit, he seemed to finally take the hint and secured his arms around your body. You bumped noses with him clumsily.
“My poor pet, you’re so tired” he murmured, as you nuzzled into his neck. He hummed when you kissed his neck.
“You’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you?” You made a sound of agreement against his skin. The soft praise prompted warmth to flood throughout your body. He ran a finger up your spine and you shivered, pressing yourself against him. This is what you craved. The warmth, the comfort, the ability to stop thinking and just let Kento take over. You felt him shift you slightly and you pulled away from the meeting of his shoulder and neck only to immediately have your mouth captured by him again.
He pushed his hand against your lower back, groaning into your mouth as you brushed up against his hardening member. Your fingers knotted into his hair, clinging to the strands. You didn’t know how but every part of him called to you. The planes of muscle on his body needed to be caressed; his jaw begged to be nibbled on; his chest was made to be pressed against by your own. You were sure that even your heart beats were synced. He had bewitched you entirely.
The water sloshed over the side of the bath but Nanami didn’t seem to notice, or if he did he didn’t care. His hand had slipped down to grab a handful of your ass, urging you to rock your hips against him. You gasped in his mouth, pulling away with swollen lips to press your forehead to his chest. Your clit brushed up against his dick again, eliciting another stifled moan from you.
“You like that?” Nanami teased, his voice was husky and the sound itself was just as erotic as his movements.
“Tell me” he pressed, his grip on you tighter than ever.
“I” you choked on your words “I like it.” The heady mix of embarrassment and lust was one he conjured from you time and time again.
“Of course you do” he dipped his head down so you could feel his lips against the shell of your ear “my little slut.” He bit down lightly on your ear, before licking the same spot. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on his voice and rubbing yourself against him.
“Tonight I want you to cum as many times as you want” he said, almost sweetly, “my good girl deserves it.” Your movements became more erratic as you felt the tightening in your stomach. You felt the continual jolts of his flesh against yours increase the faster you moved, now openly panting as he encouraged your movements. You should have felt guilty or disgusted that you were, essentially, using him like a sex toy but he didn’t let the thought manifest itself.
“Feel good rubbing yourself against me? You gonna cum?” He taunted, and you could almost hear his grin when you whined in response.
“Let go, kitten” he purred, and you did, crying out into his chest as you felt your thighs quake and your eyes screwed up tightly. You felt yourself melt into him, shivering at the feeling of the air meeting the droplets of water on your sensitive skin.
“Kento” you looked up at him, sighing softly when his hand rubbed slowly up and down your back “kiss” you demanded. He indulged you, as he always did, and lent down to press several soft kisses that melted into one another easily.
“You did so well” he praised, nuzzling into your hair.
“I want more” you said, aware of how hard he was against you.
holding hands when walking to and from class, usually a meetup then a split with the difference in majors. he wears one of his jackets that you love to steal, not nearly thick enough for new york weather but for now it works. you make a comment about him needing to get a puffer jacket soon and he sighs, thinking about the expense, until he looks over at you, smiles, and suggests making it a gift exchange sort of thing. because even though you’ll still end up spending the money, at least it goes to each other.
spending so much time in the library studying together. or your favorite little study spots that you find around campus or the city when the stuffiness of the library becomes too overwhelming. trying new coffee orders each time, because ethan needs to get away from the energy drinks and he found himself sipping your sweet drinks more often than not so you just convince him to start trying some with you. he always picks them up, while you pick up the snacks, and you two meet and exchange. playlists are exchanged, too, usually a bit of a mystery element to it so you both can look up when a delightfully unexpected song starts playing, a grin on your lips to replace the frown previously directed to the difficult material.
movie nights are a given. cuddled up in one of your dorm rooms, tucked in the corner of the twin XL bed that has more blankets and pillows on it than it usually does. sharing popcorn that almost burned, and candy bars from the vending machine downstairs while you argue over what movie to watch (either a ‘halloween’ rewatch, or watching a newer indie film). and after the horror elements of the autumnal based films have mushed your brains up, you watch a disney channel original, usually 'halloweentown’, until you fall asleep. these days are especially better when it’s raining, and it usually becomes a group element sort of thing then, overnights spent at the carpenter-bailey residence while sharing a couple of pizzas and a few beers courtesy of sam.
outfits that accidentally match, mostly because you have a habit of stealing ethan’s clothes and he has a habit of stealing your style. earth tones, sneakers, scarfs when it gets colder, new jackets, and a cup of hot chocolate or an insanely sweet coffee. kisses taste like the sweets of the season, makeouts taste like the treats, hugs are cold then warm, and silences are appreciated more than ever as a time to let your brains rest from all of the cramming.
