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Hey there!

I'm Andromeda but you can call me Andro !

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characters: bokuto + kageyama+ kenma + iwaizumi + suna + ushijima + (gn!reader)

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Trudging into the living room, y/n avoid eye contact with Iwaizumi, who was intensely watching TV. She walked right past the TV just to tick him off and to her pleasure, it did.

“What the fuck? How much times do I need to tell you to stop walking right past the TV?”, he said shrugging his shoulders, dropping his arms to his side, with an annoyed expression.

Giving him the silent treatment, y/n remained silent and sat down on a single couch, scrolling through her phone. She could feel Iwaizumi’s stare penetrate through her, still waiting for an answer. The side of her lips curled up in triumph of pissing him off. He deserved it after ignoring her this morning when she was horny. Little did she know, that in no way will Iwaizumi take this shit from her. At all. In the slightest. Iwaizumi got up groaning and walked to her, towering over her.

“Oi”, he hissed.

“Oi, brat. Answer me when I speak to you”, he spat as he grabbed her chin harshly, making her face him.

No reply.

Y/n stared at him with a nonchalant expression, not intimidated in any way. “I’d appreciate it if you’d let go, Iwaizumi.”

“I already told you to not address me like that. It’s sir.”

“No thank you, Iwaizumi”, y/n smirked, knowing she was pressing all his right buttons.

“It isn’t a choice”, he growled, squeezing her cheeks so her mouth hung open. “You’re being a real nasty brat today you know. It seems like you want me to fuck some respect into that snarky attitude of yours today.”

Y/n could tell he was mad by the way his veins were popping out of his arms as he squeezed her cheeks. Whimpering, y/n moved her face away but to her dismay, his grip was tight. Painfully tight. He wouldn’t let go at all.

“You pulling this shit just because I didn’t want to fuck you this morning?”, he growled, pushing her face away from him.

Y/n grabbed her jaw and rubbed it. That grip was painful but she was in no mood to give in just yet.

“And what?”, she spat, getting up and trudging to her bedroom.

“Oho~ Don’t you fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you, brat”, he said in a tone warning her to stop, his patience slowly cracking.

“Suck it Hajime”, y/n yelled, sticking her middle finger up, making it visible to Iwaizumi who was trailing behind her before slamming the door on his face.

“Oh fuck it. You’re done, bitch. I’ll make you suck this cock and choke on it”, he said, his patience with her finally smashing into smithereens.

He swung the door wide open and took y/n by the throat, pushing her on a wall, taking her by surprise. Her eyes widened as he pulled her in by her neck for a deep kiss, shoving his tongue as far as he could down her mouth. He slapped her ass, making y/n moan loudly. He pulled away and hissed dirty things in her ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb, bitch”, he slurred.

Picking her up, he slammed her onto the bed. He began taking off his shirt, exposing his broad body and sculpted abs. His biceps bulged, making y/n drool. Snapping out of her trance, she panicked as she saw his expression.

“W-Wait Hajime. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut your mouth before I put it to good use, slut.”

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his thick member being exposed to the environment around him. He slapped her, making her wince. Quickly, he removed her oversized shirt from her body, shocked that she had no bra or panties beneath it. She was expecting this. Topping her, he put one hand on the headboard and one hand cupping her right cheek, his thumb shoved deep into her mouth.

“Suck it”, he hissed into her ear.

Y/n obeyed and sucked his thumb as he lined his cock at her entrance, teasing her. Y/n whimpered, wanting him to fuck her that very second. Inaudible babbling came from her mouth as she drooled all over his thumb. Releasing her neck from the choke, he pulled his thumb away, a strand of saliva connecting it.

“Such a fucking dirty slut. Bet you’d like it if Oikawa walked in on us right now, you whore”, he growled. Y/n’s eyes widened at this statement. “I know how much you know have been getting close. Yeah baby, I do. But he can’t fuck you stupid like what I’m about to do. Open your mouth.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped and she stuck her tongue out. He spat into her mouth and closed her jaw. Without warning, he slammed his whole length into her and y/n suppressed a loud moan by digging her nails into his back muscles and biting her tongue. He hit her cervix and the pain was immense but it felt so fucking good. She couldn’t deny that. Iwaizumi thrusted in and out, groaning and commenting on how tight her walls was clenching his dick. Y/n was moaning from all the overwhelming pleasure and stars blurred her vision.

“Nghh fuck~”, he groaned loudly, his breath becoming more shallow. “Take it all, like the cock hungry slut you are.”

Y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she threw her head back in pleasure, moaning.

“F-fuck. Sir- ‘m so-so f-nghh.”

Inaudible words poured out of her mouth and Iwaizumi grinned devishly. Fucked dumb right down to the core.

“Sir, ‘m gonna-”

Iwaizumi pulled out, leaving y/n to cum. She squirted all over his torso, leaving him in shock.

“Fucking hell”, he said in a low raspy whisper. “That was so hot.”

Whimpering, y/n released until she felt empty. He scooped up her cum with his finger and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

“Ride me and I’ll consider letting you cum again, princess”, he slurred into her ear.

‘Yes sir”, she whined as she climbed on top of him when he laid down on the bed. Y/n sunk down on his cock, continuing to whine.

“I-I can’t”, she shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheek. “It won’t fit. H-help.”

“You’re gonna have to make it fit somehow otherwise you can’t cum for a week”, he growled. “I’m not helping you,”

Crying, y/n felt her hot tears run down her face. Sinking down further, she took in his whole length, the top hitting her cervix.

“This dick isn’t gonna ride itself, bitch”, he groaned. “Get a move on.” Iwaizumi slapped her ass, causing her to jerk forward, making her moan.

Y/n bounced up and down, whimpering from both pleasure and pain. Stars could be seen in her vision. Iwaizumi’s eyes were glued to her breasts that were going up and down. He snaked his hands from her back to her front, meeting them and squeezing her breasts. Y/n threw her head back and let out a sharp moan, dumb with pleasure. This sense of euphoria was too much for her. She continued moving on his dick and her walls clenched around his thick length.

“Fuck~ ‘M gonna cum”, he groaned.

“Cum inside me, sir. Pleas-nghh”, y/n moaned.

Iwaizumi thrusted his hips up against y/n, causing her to jump and his tip to hit her cervix. Warm liquid shot up her and her insides were painted white. He threw his head back in pleasure, his sharp jawline flexed enough for y/n to admire how sculpted and sharp it was. Getting off him, she threw herself beside him and whimpered as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“We’re not done yet baby”, he whispered into her ear. “Remember my promise? Ride me and I’ll consider letting you cum again? Ring any bells?”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, he got on top of her and rubbed her clit harshly. Y/n whined knowing what his game was. He was going to make her cum over and over again. Over. And over. And over again. He inserted his index and middle finger inside her, pumping them in and out quickly. He bent and twisted them inside her, earning several different reactions.

“Like this?”, he said as he bent his fingers inside.

“Mmmm, yes- yes sir”, she babbled.

Y/n felt her reach her high again and came on his fingers. Pulling them out, he lapped her juices with his tongue, sucking her dry. He smirked at her, watching her legs shaking violently.

“Would Oikawa make you feel this good? Huh?”, he said.

No reply. Y/n was too much of in shock to speak.

“Speak slut!”, he hissed, gripping onto her thighs, his nails digging into it. “Would he?”

“N-no sir. Only yo-you”, she stuttered, struggling to get words out.

“That’s right princess”, he chuckled.

He dug his face in between her legs and teased her clit with his tongue. Y/n felt her loss her vision from the overstimulation. He began to shove his tongue inside her and lapped it around, tasting every inch of her.

“Hajime- I can’t. Please”, she cried out.

“Mmmm”, he hummed, sending vibrations through her. “Can’t finish what you started? How pathetic. You wanted this didn’t you? You knew what was coming with that bitchy attitude.”

“I’m sorry- ‘M sorry”, she sobbed.

“So pretty when you cry”, he smirked.

Carrying on, he ate her out like it was his last chance ever. Y/n felt a knot in her stomach and released into his mouth, squirting. He sucked all her juices and then laid down beside y/n, who was shaking violently.

“Won’t be walking for days after this, will ya?”, he lowly whistled. “Well I was gonna make you suck me off but that can wait for another day”, he chuckled.

Y/n whimpered and dug her face into his chest and bundled herself up.

“You did so well baby”, he coped, stroking her hair, tangling his fingers in her strands.

Her eyes feeling heavy, y/n drifted off to sleep in Iwaizumi’s strong arms, feeling safe and protected. She was exhausted but that’s what bratty bitches get in the end isn’t it?

[11:37 P.M.]

“Can I sleep now?” His head lies flat on your shoulder while he fiddles with your fingers in his larger hands, his silent sighs dissipating in the cool air.

“Not yet,” you press, massaging his scalp and twirling your fingers through his hair. A hand of his drops to your thighs, a tiny squeeze jolts your nerves before he rubs the fabric that hugs it, creating tingles that arise underneath. “Wait a little longer, okay, Baby?”

“How much longer,” he groans.

“Uhm,” you drag, picking up your phone and clicking the power button before returning it beside your leg on the couch, “about twenty-three minutes.” He sighs louder this time, patting your thigh before lifting his head off your shoulder and pushing himself up. “Wait, Hajime, don’t leave yet,” you adjure while grabbing his wrist. “It’s only twenty-three minutes, I promise to let you sleep in late tomorrow, please?” Your pleading eyes make him roll his own, huffing when he plops himself lazily on the couch again.

“Fine,” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap. “Only twenty-three-”

“Twenty-two, now.”

“Twenty-two minutes. Then we’re going to sleep, okay?”

“Of course, Baby.” Your fingers twiddle strands of his tufts of hair with his hand finding your leg once again.

Twenty-one minutes have passed. Your eyes stayed glued to the clock. The second the time changes to midnight your head dips to his ear. “Happy birthday, Hajime,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his sharp jawline and pecking his cheek.

You weren’t surprised to find him already asleep, his tiny snores telling you just that. You chuckle to yourself, carrying his head off your lap and placing a pillow under. It takes you about fifteen seconds to grab a blanket from your shared bed, draping it over his frame before climbing in yourself. You thread your legs with his as his head unintentionally nudges in your chest and his arms wrap around your waist subconsciously.

“Happy birthday,” you mutter one more time before letting yourself lean into him and letting your mind go dormant in his grasp. Hopefully, you’ll be here again for another one.

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fake dating kita to appease his granny

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pairing: kita x reader (strangers to lovers—fake dating)

genre: fluff

word count: 2k (ty to sunny for beta reading bye it would’ve been 2k words of a mess without her)

summary: kita wants to get away from his granny’s matchmaking, and your idea ends up with you getting involved

kita shinsuke.

he’s a righteous man, he comes into your local convenience store every weekend and buys a drink—maybe a snack on a particularly long day—as he does his granny’s shopping for her.

his smile is warm, it’s the kind that takes up his whole face and crinkles his eyes at the corners, a little tilt to his head as he offers you a greeting when he steps in through the doors. he grabs a bottle of yakult from the fridge, a small weekly indulgence he grants himself, before pulling out a folded piece of paper and starting his routine of hunting for each item aisle by aisle.

and without fail, each time he pays, he has a small conversation with you that you can’t help but wish would last longer. and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it almost seems like he lingers a bit after each payment, something on the cusp of rolling off his tongue. but he stops it every time, offering you a small nod and a quiet “have a nice day” before he’s off.

but today, something seems a bit off as he trudges in.

“good evenin’,” kita nods quietly, a heavy sigh on his lips as he pulls out his list as usual. you smile softly and watch him as he starts at one aisle and slowly moves on to the next, diligently crossing off each item as he places it into his basket.

it’s endearing, in a sense, the way he’s so meticulous even in the smallest of things. he lines up boxes so they’re neatly in a row, he makes sure to click his pen closed after he uses it, and your favorite little quirk of his is the small squint of his eyes when he isn’t quite sure what something on the list is.

you think you’ve learned to read him pretty well, despite only seeing him once a week.

“you ready to pay?” you ask.

“yeah, just about found everythin’ on here. granny’s got some old friends comin’ over for dinner this weekend,” he explains, lining up his groceries in front of you neatly.

“well, that explains all the extra items,” you grin. “thought you were sneaking in some things for yourself,” you tease. his laugh is soft and almost melodic.

“can’t let granny have all the say in the groceries,” he jokes back.

“so, are you going to be there too? during the dinner,” you question as you scan through the items.

“yeah,” he sighs. “think it’s more of a set up ta meet their grandkids, if ‘m bein’ honest. granny’s been on the hunt for me ta find someone ta settle down with,” he mumbles dully. you nod slowly, and he looks you in the eye, almost like he’s waiting for you to react.

“so, granny’s a matchmaker too, it seems,” you offer with a small smile. the corner of your lips barely tilt.

“hmm,” he hums. “don’t think she’s as good as she thinks she is,” he shakes his head—but there’s still a small bit of fondness as he speaks. “i’ll just have ta let ‘er down gently.”

you’re not sure how your next sentence manages to tumble past your lips, but it does. and you almost want to duck under the counter at his shock, but what’s done is done.

“well, you can always just tell her you have someone already, bring someone home with you for the dinner.” kita looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and a confused face before a small chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“got any candidates in mind?” he reaches into his pocket for his wallet, and even with his hard turned to the side, you don’t miss the little glint in his eyes.

“um, probably someone who knows you well,” you mumble.

“someone i see every week?” your cheeks heat up a tad bit as you busy yourself with finishing ringing him up.

“well if they know you well, sure.”

“well, they know my groceries well,” his lips curl into a grin. “ya think that’s enough?”

“technically, in this case i know your granny’s groceries well,” you whisper. he offers you the money in his hands with another chuckle.

“well, ‘s not my usual way of handlin’ things, but i s’pose it’d get her off ma back for a bit. what do ya say?” kita’s smile is infectious, and so is his ability to sway you it seems because the next thing you know, you’re agreeing.

“well, i guess i’m free this weekend,” you sigh.

“perfect,” he grins. and as you hand him his change, he plops it into the tip jar and waves goodbye.

kita brings you to his childhood home sunday evening, dressed in a dark red button down, sleeves rolled midway up his arm. he’s built well, you notice for the first time—it’s a tad bit hard to tell under his usual overalls from farming.

“well, we gotta play as a couple, so i guess i should have ma arm around yer waist,” he mumbles. inhaling sharply, you both stop in front of his door, his arm hovering over your waist as he waits for you to give the okay. you nod meekly and he smiles, wrapping a muscled arm around you and bringing you flush against his chest.

“you sure are taking this seriously,” you observe, and he flashes you a toothy grin.

“it was yer idea, ya know.”

“i didn’t think you’d convince me to be a part of it.” he chuckles as he pulls out his keys, unlocking the front door.

“didn’t take a lot o’ convincin’,” he teases. but he turns to you, eyes soft and sincere as he adds, “but thank ya for doin’ this, i know ‘s not exactly ideal.” your heart hammers a little in your chest when he squeezes you around your middle affectionately.

“oh…of course,” you whisper. before you can say anything else, the front door swings open, revealing an elderly woman who you immediately recognize as his granny. she’s got the same soft eyes as him.

“shin, yer here, and—oh! hello!” she smiles brightly, immediately cupping your cheeks as your eyes widen at the gesture. “i can’t believe my shin’s brought someone home.” his granny is almost buzzing with excitement as she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the living room, giving you a bone crushing hug the second you’re in.

“granny, don’t squeeze too hard,” kita chides softly, coming up behind the two of you.

“what’s yer name, dear?” she plants a soft kiss to your forehead as she admires you, hands finding themselves back your cheeks.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you, ki—shinsuke tells me quite a lot about you,” you catch yourself, switching from his family name to his first quickly. her smile widens considerably as she lets you go.

“oh ya have to tell me how ya both met,” she insists, and once you’ve gotten over the initial shock, you can’t help but smile at the way her eyes light up at the sight of you.

kita pulls you into his chest once more as he speaks up.

“the convenience store yer always sendin’ me off to. y/n’s been ringin’ me up for weeks.” his hand rubs over your hip gently, and as much as it soothes you, it flusters you equally.

“well,” she hums happily. “seems i’ve helped find ya someone after all. i’ll go get the food ready, ya make yerself at home, okay, dear?” and with a nod, you watch as she hurries to the kitchen, humming to herself delighted.

“she’s a bit much sometimes, ‘m sorry,” kita rubs his neck sheepishly. you don’t miss how you’re still in his embrace even after his granny is out of sight.

“that’s okay,” you chuckle. “she’s adorable.” he hums, eyes softening as they look down at you.

“she’s been waitin’ ages for this moment, so she’s pretty darn excited.” and slowly, you both find your faces leaning in towards each other, foreheads pressing lightly. you can see the tiny specks of brown in his eyes from up close, and you have to fight the urge to brush a few strands of hair that stray from his fringe.

“maybe you should spend less time grocery shopping and more time finding someone to settle down with,” you tease, and his grin widens ever so slightly.

“ya got a candidate in mind, again?” shrugging, your hand moves up to lay on his chest, and his other arm circles around you too.

“maybe someone who knows your groceries well.” you’re not entirely sure where the small surge of confidence stems from, but something about the way his arms seem to tighten by the second and his eyes seem to brighten at each quip, you find something about this doesn’t feel so fake.

“well, i’ll have ta remind ya that it’s my granny’s groceries ya know of.”

“i see why your granny wants you to settle down, you can’t even do grocery shopping on your own.” and this time, you do reach up and brush the strands of hair into place, watching as he closes his eyes at the touch.

“i’ve gotten this far,” he hums. you can see the sun start to set from the window, and even though the light pouring in from the windows makes his skin glow, you break your gaze from him to the clock.

“shouldn’t your guests be here soon?” and kita hesitantly looks at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes, suddenly a tad bit nervous as he clears his throat.

“well…” he trails off for a moment, “told granny i’d bring someone for dinner and she wanted ta get ta know ya better…so…” you raise a brow as he sighs.

“so…?”

“so it’s just us for tonight,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “dinner’s been rescheduled.” you blink at him for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggles. kita stares at you bewildered, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks as you throw your head back while you laugh. he finds he wants to be the cause of that sound much more than he should. “why’re ya laughin’?” he pouts slightly. you pat his cheek in reassurance as you calm down.

“we both really went through circles to get here, huh? next week, take me out on a real date,” you grin, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. the smile on his face makes him look a tad bit younger, boyish and gleeful as he lets out a chuckle of his own.

“it was yer idea,” he reminds you.

“you went along with it,” you counter. and this time, when he pulls you closer to his chest, kita’s lips are there to greet you too, pressing against yours ever so softly as he sighs into the kiss. your hands trail over his broad chest and shoulders, appreciating the bulkiness he’s developed from his days on the farm. and you both smile into this kiss here and there, he stumbles with you in his arms at one point over the rug, and you wrinkle his shirt where you clutch it in your fist, but it’s still perfect.

“so, looks like my granny can matchmake,” he whispers against your lips. you peck his briefly before smiling.

“i think i should get the credit here. it was my idea.”

“i went along with it,” he pokes your nose. and from the doorway, his granny watches happily as you both lean in and share another kiss.

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playmate of the year.

synopsis ↷ congratulations on playmate of the year, too bad the others don’t think you deserve it. dating the ceo must have it’s perks, right? but don’t take it to heart too much, jealousy is never pretty on anyone.

warnings ↷ dubcon, age gap (37 vs. 22), power dynamics, alcohol consumption, light impact play, size kink, breeding, daddy kink, playmate/bunny reader, ceo nanami, detailed anxiety attack, trying to fit nanami's cock in you while he sips on wine.

character ↷ nanami kento.

wc ↷ 3.5K

Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and out of place is what (Name) felt as she stood in the mix of the seemingly never ending crowd. The growing knot of anxiety that sat in her chest was becoming unbearable as more unfamiliar faces with large fake smiles congratulated her with hugs and chaste kisses to the cheek. Everything felt like a fever dream. Like she was on the brink of drowning in a large body of roaring waters struggling to keep her head a float. The more she thrashed and panicked, the more water she let into her lungs. (Name) felt like she was choking but her outward demeanor and appearance didn’t match what she had been feeling on the inside. She didn’t know at what point she got so good at hiding her emotions so well but at times like this she was thankful no one could tell that she was quite literally on the verge of passing out.

The gentle smile on her lips was so inviting and warm as she walked through the crowd but her eyes were in desperate search of somewhere quiet— somewhere that she could calm the harsh and destructive waves that she called her mind. She wanted to feel like a small pond on a blooming spring day decorated with lily pads and a family of ducks that splashed around gently. Not an ocean in the middle of a dark and intense storm, the kind of storm that made captains and pirates alike fear for their lives when out sailing the high-high seas. (Name) found a bit of that solidarity in a quiet hallway somewhere tucked away from the madness of the event. She thanked her instincts, the need to find a tranquil place led her feet to where she was now.

The coolness from the wall felt good against her fervent skin. She was far away enough from the bustling party for the music and the laughs to be muffled from the distance. The champagne flute held in her manicured hand had condensation droplets clinging onto the glass. (Name) was lost in thought as she stared at the fizzy, pale yellow drink. Her hand made the liquid swirl around the glass making the bubbles pop louder. She felt her heart rate regulate back to its resting pacing and her thoughts begin to settle down. Too caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the elegant footsteps coming towards her until a pair of expensive dress shoes were caught in her line of sight.

(Name)’s eyes trailed up the man that stood in front of her from his shoes, to his luxury pinstripe suit and all the way to his handsome chiseled face. He had a good few inches on her height, even in her heels. There wasn’t a single hair out of place as his hardened brown eyes looked down at you with a blank stare on his features. There was something so compelling about his presence— so spellbinding that anyone could go weak in the knees and dumb in the head just by his stare.

Nanami Kento. 37. CEO of Playboy Enterprises. Her boss. Her lover.

“Congratulations.” His voice sounded like honey and velvet as he spoke. It never failed to make her heart skip a beat making her feel like she was back in grade school and her crush just looked at her and smiled. The intense feeling of infatuation is what she felt for him.

“Kento, thank you.” (Name) offered him a soft smile, or rather a weak one. Her dampened energy didn’t go unnoticed by the handsome blond. Nanami took a step closer to her, his body pressed against her frame as his large hand cupped her chin making her look up at him. He smelled so good, he was wearing that cologne she liked so much. Burberry Amber Heath. His scent, his presence, his touch— it all made her feel good. He made her feel good.

Their relationship was far from appropriate. It was the first rule in the handbook: direct or indirect relationships with clients and members are strictly prohibited from dating or having sexual relationships within the company. Maybe it was an “abuse” of Nanami’s power when he got involved with her. Maybe it was a little… unethical that he fed into the fact that no one would say anything to his face about the relationship, they wouldn’t dare to if they still wanted a job. Maybe it was a little questionable when her CEO offered to take her home after her shift at the cabaret. Nanami couldn’t help himself, (Name) was so… charming and it helped that she was drop dead stunning.

Now, Nanami was a calculated man. A realist. But he couldn’t help but to think visiting one of his clubs on that particular night had to be fate. Naturally, he was saw with the top bunny of the night: (Name). He remembers her greeting him with a joyous “Hi, Mr. Nanami! What can I get for ya?” Her pearly white smile, her cheerful giggles and the way her bunny suit hugged her curves all had him smitten. He’s seen his fair share of beautiful faces but she had a glow to her as she worked the floor, twirling around effortlessly in her heels while she held a silver serving tray that held various foods and wines. Nanami wanted her for himself. Selfish? Yes, but he wasn’t a man that was used to hearing “no.” He saw something in her that he liked, something that he wanted more of. Nanami thought of himself as a good judge of character and: he liked her. Nanami saw potential in her

“Why are you alone?” He asked, his eyes studying for any signs of distress. Her eyes shifted to the side when she heard loud voices and giggles. A group of attendees walked past the end of the hallway frame, one of them saying something about not being able to find the bathroom through the rest of the group’s chatter. Nanami didn’t take his eyes off her, instead opting to gaze down at her side profile. He was looking for something. Searching for the truth as if staring a hole into her was going to answer all the questions he had. Nanami gave her head a gentle but firm turn so that her attention was back on him.

“The other girls are giving me nasty looks tonight, ‘makes me run away.” (Name) said with a subtle pout forming on her cherry glossed lips. Nanami wondered if they were flavored— your lips. He’s not one to admit it but he enjoys it when he can taste the fruity sweetness of your gloss transfer onto his lips teasing at his taste buds.

“Don’t they always?” Nanami asked. He didn’t mean to sound insensitive, she knew it, but his bluntness still stung.

“I mean,” She started, there was an attempt to find her wording but she stopped and deflated. “Yeah.”

“What’s different tonight?”

“I don’t know..” She trailed off, feeling tears well up in her waterline. “Excuse me.”

(Name)’s free hand pushed gently at his chest but Nanami didn’t budge. He saw her mentally checking out— her emotions taking over once again causing her to begin the self destruct process. She pushes at his chest again, if you could even call it a push. It was more of a gentle tap accompanied with a pout and a weak “hmph.” In other words that meant, “Please move, I want to cry.”

“You’re upset.” Nanami states as an observation.

“No,” (Name) pauses and tries to find her composure. “I just won playmate of the year. I’m very happy..” Her voice is cracking. “See? Happy.” She puts on a poor excuse for a genuine smile.

“Then why do you have tears in your eyes?” He asked.

“I dunno,” The answer she gave him was juvenile— something you hear when a child is being asked about something they don’t want to admit or speak about.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?” Nanami sighs. The tears at her eyes were getting fat and heavy, threatening to spill onto her cheeks at any given moment. (Name) stayed silent at his response looking up at him with a look Nanami would classify as “pitiful.”

“Tell me something,” Nanami pulled out the meticulously folded handkerchief from his breast pocket. “How am I supposed to make you feel better, if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind?” He took the silky cloth up to her waterline and told you to look up with a soft but ushering voice— dabbing her tears away before they messed up the makeup she worked so hard on.

“I heard them talkin’ about me,” She started, her voice was shaky. “Sayin’ I don’t deserve the title and it’s not fair because ‘m sleeping with you.” (Name)

“Do you think that’s true?” He stopped his motions to tilt his head while he looked at her.

“No!” She furrowed her brows upward. “I worked really hard this year.” It was true, she did work hard for the award, but it would be ignorant to say that Nanami’s power and influence in the company didn’t help her at all, because it did. But even without him, she was already well on her way to being promoted up in the company. There were many eyes on her the more and more popular she became with the guests. It seemed like her meeting Nanami was bound to happen one way or another.

“Then why are you shedding tears over it?” He asked.

“My feelings are hurt, Kento!” She stomped her foot down in an act of frustration, the sound of her heel clicking against the marbled floor and echoed down the hallway. He sighed before speaking.

“You care too much of what people think of you.” Nanami’s voice was quite the contrast compared to hers. He was calm, rational and collected while she was on the verge of a tantrum.

“But then again, you’ve always been quite emotional, haven’t you?” A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It makes her heart skip a beat, she can’t help the warm and tingly feeling spreading throughout her chest.

“Can’t help it, Ken.” She pouted again. “Do I look horrible?”

“Never.” There was no hesitation when he answered.

“You look handsome.” She smiled and brought her hand up to his cheek.

“I know. You’ve told me many times already.” Namami took her hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“I still feel sad.” (Name) said.

“What do you propose we do, angel?” he asked against her skin, his chocolate brown eyes shifting to her (color) ones.

“I wanna be alone with you.” She said,

“Are we not now?” There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“At home.” (Name) wasn’t amused and gave him a deadpan look. She pulls her hand away from him gently.

“Are you suggesting that I leave my event and for you to leave your celebration early?” Nanami asked.

“Please, Kento.” She whined. “Said you wanted to make me feel better, don’t turn on me too.”

“If that’s what you want. Let’s go home.”

After two glasses of wine, (Name) found herself straddling her lover as they sat in the living room. The lights were dimmed giving the space an intimate atmosphere. The alcohol was already taking its effect on (Name). Her body and the apples of her cheeks felt warm and flushed. It was a wine type of drunk, the kind of buzz that left her feeling cozy, relaxed and sensual.

Nanami’s white button down was rolled up to his elbows and undone just enough to expose his chest and the upper part of his abs. His dress pants and boxer briefs were around his ankles, his cock hard in your manicured hand.

“Take your time.” Nanami chided lightly before bringing the glass of red wine up to his lips. His other arm was extended along the frame of the couch while his eyes were focused on how she rubbed the head of his cock between her glistening folds. (Name) sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down lightly at the sensation of his member rubbing against her sensitive clit. She tried again-- lining him up to her hole. (Name)’s weight sunk down slowly, she let out a pained whimper when the tip of his cock entered her. The tip of his cock was barely in and she was already struggling. (Name) rarely rode him, but when she did she always had a bit of trouble leaving Nanami to do all the work.

“‘M trying,” (Name) whimpered and looked up at him. “’s too big.” She sat back on his lap. Her hand stroked at his length as it stood at attention between them.

“You’ve taken it before.” Nanami said, his voice very matter of fact. He swirled the red substance around in the clear glass before bringing it up to his lips once more. His brown eyes never left her own.

“I know,” She whined again. “But it's different when I put it in. Help me, please.” Her brows were knit together and her lips formed a pout. Nanami thought she looked so fucking kissable right now. A little tipsy, but so needy and pretty for him, having such a hard time fitting his fat cock in her tight pussy. She still wore the dress from earlier in the night. The bottom hem of the garment was bunched up over her hips and the silk noodle strap fabric past off her shoulders exposing her pretty tits and pebbled nipples. How could he say no to her? He couldn’t.

Nanami let out a deep sigh, placing his hand on her hip. (Name) bit her lip with a smile and grabbed the glass from his other hand. Instinctively, his other hand found his cock urging her to sit up with a nonverbal tap to her thigh. (Name) did as she was told with a hum. He was too busy to notice that she had been sipping down the rest of the wine left in smooth gulps. The sudden stretch from the intrusion made her audibly choke. Nanami’s head snapped up, looking at her with a hard look. She gulped rather hard and coughed— the red liquid pebbling at her plump lips and some droplets running down her chin. He grabbed the glass from her hands and placed it on the end table beside them then wasted little time placing a firm hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down to capture her lips with his.

Nanami tasted the tart sweetness on her lips as their mouths moved in sync with one another falling deeper and deeper into the sensation of the kiss. (Name)’s body melted onto his, her arms wrapping around his head as her hands found their home in his hair. Nanami guided her to sink down further and further on his cock, not missing how her breath hitched when she stretched around the widest part of his cock. She felt so full— fucking stuffed when she finally bottomed out. (Name) broke away from his lips. Her forehead rested on his as she looked into his warm brown eyes with a blissed out smile on her face

“‘Stretchin’ me out, Nami.” (Name) let out.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He gave her a smile.

“Yeah,” She breathed out. “Yeah, ‘feels good.” She nodded against his head as she rolled her weight on his lap.

Soon (Name)’s arms were wrapped tightly around Nanami’s neck, her face buried in his neck while she moaned and fucked herself on his cock. God, it felt good. It felt so fucking good. His cock was so big, it stretched her cunt out perfect every time they fucked. She felt every vein that ran along the length of his cock. The veins and the slight curve of his cock made the drag against her puffy and velvety walls made her feel like she might go insane from the pleasure. (Name) cried out broken sobs into his skin. Her voice was muffled and so incredibly needy— begging for help, crying that she couldn’t do it by herself. Although Nanami thought her pleas sounded gorgeous, he decided to help. He wasn’t going to be so mean tonight, after all, tonight was supposed to be a celebration for her.

Nanami’s hands found their way to her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks as he pounded up into her sopping cunt. (Name) clung onto him so snuggly while his gaze was fixed over her shoulder. The way her ass jiggled at every impact was mesmerizing, almost trance inducing. He positioned his hips at a new angle and earned a high pitched cry from her. She sat up, her palms rested on his thick pecs as she tried to steady herself from the force of his thrusts.

(Name) could cum right now just by looking at him— his hardened gaze looking up at her with a cherry dusted nose bridge and cheeks. The usual meticulous style in his hair gone and replaced with sex hair and few stray hairs sticking to the thin sheet of sweat coating his forehead. (Name) voice got stuck in her throat at a particularly hard thrust, she was seeing stars.

“K-Ken- Kento!” She struggled to get his name out, fumbling over the syllables.

“What are you calling for, sweet girl?” He asked.

“You-! Need more of you, daddy,” (Name) whined. His balls clenched at the title, suddenly feeling himself on the onset of his high. “You’re already making a mess on my cock,” Nanami tutted. “I can’t possibly give you more, angel. Don’t be so greedy.” He locked his jaw, his voice becoming slightly strained as he got closer to his release.

“‘Wanna cum together, please.” She hiccupped. “‘Wanna make you cum, Kento,”

“Go ahead, angel. Make me cum, make daddy proud.” His composure was slowly starting to crumble right before her. It was subtle, but the way he furrowed his brows and parted his lips let her know that he was close.

(Name) began bouncing on his cock, her tits jiggled with every time he thrusted into her. The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans and his breathy sighs filled the large and luxurious living area. Nanami’s hand slid it’s way along her torso, massaging at her breast before tugging at her pebbled nipple hard. The action makes her mewl, a mischievous smile growing on his lips as she looks down at him.

“Mm, hurt me more, daddy.” (Name) giggled through a moan.

“Be quiet you little minx,” Nanami gave her a slap hard enough to sting. His fingers found their way into her mouth— fingertips hitting the back of her throat triggering her gag reflex. She made her mouth of good use, sucking on his pretty fingers as if it was his cock. Nanami enjoyed the feeling of her warm and slick mouth working up and down his fingers. The knot in his lower stomach was becoming increasingly harder to ignore.

(Name) felt everything even down to the pulsating of his cock. It was fucking addicting. Nanami always fucked her so good to the point where she would drool and would forget even her own name. Fuck, She wanted to cum so, so, bad. She was so close it wasn’t even funny, she wanted nothing more than for him to stuff her pussy full of his cum and leave her leaking. Nanami’s eyebrow twitched and his hips faltered.

“I’m close.” He groaned.

“Fill me up, please, please-” She pleaded with tears pricking at the corners of her eyes when she felt her walls clamp around his cock, her own orgasm blossoming in her lower belly and spreading throughout her entire body in intense and rhythmic waves.

“Christ, I’m cumming.’ He murmured, feeling the knot in his belly uncoil. Nanami’s body froze as he pumped his hot cum inside her pussy. (Name) fell into his chest, her breathing labored as she felt him throb and pulsate against her creamy walls. Her hips still rolled onto his, milking every last drop he could give her. He held her hips firmly into place after a while as the overstimulation became too much for him to enjoy.

She smiled lazily into his neck, her teeth nipping gently at his skin before looking up at him with glassy eyes. Nanami looked as fucked out as he possibly could be: chest heaving, skin glowy, hair messy and yet, he still looked put together. His eyes were shut but he could feel her stare.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Nothing, you're just handsome.” Her gentle hand touched the side of his chiseled cheek making his eyes flutter open.

“You should get ready for bed soon.” Nanami took her hand and kissed it. “You have a shoot early tomorrow.”

“Come shower with me first?” A hopeful smile on (Name)’s lips.

‘If it’ll get you out of my hair, I will.” He looks at her with lidded eyes and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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Eeek!! So I had this idea last night when I was just about to sleep..!

Like imagine your with itadori on a mission and like you have to hide and you for some reason couldn't keep quiet so he puts his hand on your mouth and like sukuna sees this as an opportunity...

He makes his mouth come on itadori's hand and kind of makes out with you...😳😳

Please I'll stop ✋🏻 😭😭

Also let me know if you want me to write about this! Or if you're a writer reblog this and go crazy!!

:))