THE FLOWERS YOU’D COUGH UP FOR THEM

hanahaki disease -fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. it ends when the beloved returns their romantic feelings, or when the victim dies. it can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

author’s note: this one .. was pretty sad for me to write djdb. i’m not the best with angst but i really, really wanted to write this. this is probably going to be a little series where i add more boys and possibly do a part 2 to some characters. if there are any characters you’d like to see in this, please let me know ! [ suga is already in the works btw ]

KAGEYAMA - deep blue forget-me-nots, ones the same shade of his eyes. it’s bittersweet really, to cough up the petals at first. and the longer you let it go on, the more little flowers you coughed up— the more they killed you. it made you miss out on so much. it especially made you miss hanging out with kageyama. eventually, the hacking got much worse and the tiny little things tumbled past your lips stained scarlet. the flower that represents true love now falls from your heaving lips into the toilet bowl to represent your unrequited love for kageyama. it was as if it was mocking you— telling you that kageyama would never be more than a friend because he didn’t feel anything more than that for you.

HINATA - orange dahlias reminiscent of the shade of his hair. the first time you coughed up a flower petal, hinata was with you. you’d turned away from him to spare him from your coughing fit. when it was over and you’d pulled your arm away, there was a single orange flower petal in the crease of your elbow. you stared at it in shock and startled when hinata had asked if you were okay. you turned back to him and gave your most reassuring smile. eventually, you started to cough up more and more petals and in larger clumps— sometimes they were stained with your blood other times they were only coated in saliva. that’s how you found out they were petals from dahlias— the flower of strength and commitment. kind of ironic, right? ironic that a flower that represents strength was making you weaker, killing you, even. a flower that represents commitment where there would never be in the way you longed for. but maybe it was to solidify your commitment to him, even if it meant it would hurt you in the end. it was a pain that would be worth it, though. because a life without shoyo? that wasn’t a life you wanted to endure.

ATSUMU - yellow carnations that matched the shade of his bleached hair. the first time you coughed up one of the vibrant petals you’d burst into tears. you knew immediately. you’d been trying to deny your feelings for the longest time and you thought you’d succeeded. oh how you were wrong. so damn wrong. the flower confirmed it. the yellow carnation, also known as the flower of disappointment and rejection. he didn’t feel the same. atsumu didn’t return your feelings. you sat slumped against your toilet after coughing up a yellow flower head, a sobbing mess while a large drop of blood dribbled down your chin. you didn’t know what hurt more— the act of coughing a whole flower out of your lungs or the fact that the person you had fallen in love with just.. didn’t feel the same. it was most definitely the latter option but pretending it wasn’t eased the ache just a bit.

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Please-how is it?

I was pretty lazy whatsoever <3

This is a quite small fic but it works I guess

Okay so you have know itadori your (almost) whole life you found him rather attractive but that's just a fact he is attractive and on top of that he has a body that can put gods to shame , But when itadori told you he had a 'curse' inside him you didn't know what to believe,you know he won't lie to you but...a curse,seriously? But things changed when you two were hanging out one, it was a Saturday evening(almost night) everything was going well until itadori gets a call about some courses in the area(again with that bullshit itadori!) Itadori didn't want to take to with him for your safety but being here alone at night wasn't the best option either...so like a bestfriend he took you with him! It was really creepy inside that big house that he took you to find the 'courses' he went up stairs and left you at the entrance of the house you were just looking around when a big monster came your way

What were you going to do now?! Itadori heard your scream and came as fast as he could, seeing you crying and shaking was not the most pleasant sight he couldn't fight the curse with you there so he decided to hid and comfort you instead

Itadori loved you but God you were so loud crying, and the at the worse timing the curse came in the room you two were in right now before you could scream Itadori had put his hand on your mouth unknown to you both that the curse inside Itadori had taken this as a opportunity, Sukuna the king of courses had his eye on you for a long time now that he had such an opportunity how could he let it go? Itadori didn't even notice that there was sukuna's mouth on his hand you didn't either until you felt someone kiss you so roughly it was almost that he wanted to eat you, you were so stunned...! What was this all who was kissing you from Itadori's hand and ... why were you so ... so happy it felt amazing you didn't know who it was but one thing you did know was that this guy was a great kisser

Oh how you will never forget that day...!

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3 years ago

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↳ kageyama tobio/fem!reader

what better way to test the viral cardboard beds than to do it with your 2-time olympian boyfriend?

genre. pwp, explicit smut, 18+

tags/warnings. olympian!tobio, profanity, fellatio, cunnilingus, spit as lube, spanking like once, slight degradation, protected sex, allusions to gangbang

notes. 4k wc. pls i might edit this bland n shitty writing soon ㅠㅡㅠ anyway ik it’s late but we r gonna break these cardboard beds tho i didn’t make it in time for the olympics bc i was swamped w other works ,, sobs

Dating a professional athlete had its pros and cons. They were very passionate lovers, financially stable, and always on the move. They lived on a strict healthy diet and have very disciplined lifestyles that were highly inspiring on their own. On the down side, the attention that they may receive could be a bit overwhelming from an outsider’s perspective and you knew this first hand after both locals and foreigners have set their eyes on your boyfriend ever since he first joined the Japan Men’s National Volleyball Team as a nineteen-year old. You could still remember how he blew up on the internet back in the 2016 Rio Olympics with fangirls posting pictures and video clips of him on various social media platforms, proclaiming their newfound admiration for him and fighting for the role to be his next girlfriend. It was humorous to an extent where even Tobio himself would often be placed on the spot of not knowing how to respond to an avid fan’s outward declaration of love. But even now that he was twenty-four and more popular than ever, he was still considerably awkward around girls.

Nevertheless, for Kageyama, none of it mattered better than the prestige of being an Olympian for the second time around. What made this year more exciting was the fact that the host country for the 2020 Olympics was his homeland, Tokyo. And with the advantage of having his home country as the world’s stadium, he was also exhilarated about this year’s team roster. The squad was packed with the best volleyball players in all of Japan and he found it extremely honorable to be the starting setter for such a powerful team. It was no surprise to see how focused and motivated he was to be a part of something this huge at the height of his career knowing that the road to the gold medal was within their reach. No external factors could ever take his attention away from the sport that he loved more than anything else in this world.

Besides, how could girls distract him from his game when he already had you? To be fair, no one really knew about you because Tobio was yet to reveal your relationship to the public and you weren’t really keen to be in the spotlight when you’ve always preferred to date him on the low. Though, sometimes you admit that you wish people had the idea that he was already taken so that they would know their boundaries because a handsome and talented man like him would always have women trying their chances.

You didn’t consider yourself the jealous type, but it was natural to feel small and insecure when you were dating an almost-celebrity.

Were you upset? Not really. And you tried not to be irrational over things like that. However, your face must have reflected your thoughts because the said boyfriend wouldn’t stop looking at you as you both hopped inside the elevator. He was pulling your hand, possibly smiling under his face mask as he held your waist and rested his chin above your head. “What’s going through your mind?”

You adjusted your own mask before giving an answer. “Nothing,” you lied, changing the topic quickly. “I enjoyed watching the broadcast yesterday. You guys did so well.”

“Who’s the best?” he asked just so you could utter his name and inflate his ego. It had always been Kageyama’s goal to compete with Shoyo even when they were on the same team and hearing you say that he played the best among his own teammates would make him extra ‘proud’.

But for the sake of teasing him, you began to say everyone else’s name but him. “Well, I’d say Ushijima or maybe Bokuto. Hinata’s attacks were very fun to watch, too. Oh, and Atsumu!”

As expected, your boyfriend raised an eyebrow at your chosen response. “Atsumu-san keeps the bench warm and you say he played better than me?”

“That’s so mean!” you chortled, shaking your head and thinking of how Atsumu would have been so offended.

You ended up laughing it off until the elevator doors opened and you were both taking measured footsteps across the hallway before anyone could see you. Tobio was the one in charge of being on the lookout for any staff that could catch your presence within the Japan team’s floor while you were the docile deer hiding behind him as you two made your way towards his assigned room.

You were not supposed to be here. The Olympic village had very strict COVID-19 protocols that altered some traditions in the Olympics according to your boyfriend’s past experience. Athletes were encouraged to keep their masks on at all times which was mainly one of the reasons that made it easier for you to sneak inside the famous village that caused a stir on social media. Your favorite so far was the apartment-style housing that had state-of-the-art facilities, with flags from different countries hanging on their balconies to serve as an identifier for each nation who would be competing.

Tobio was aware of how much the Olympic spirit was taking over Tiktok and that he and the rest of his teammates were gaining popularity, specifically amongst women from all over the world. Even Iwaizumi Hajime, the team’s athletic trainer, could not escape the curious eyes of the online audience who shamelessly expressed how good looking he was.

But one of the most interesting controversies in this year’s Olympics were the cardboard beds.

Yes, cardboard. When you first heard about it, you thought it was strange, too. Japan was a country known for its advanced technology and impressive sustainability so you had an inkling that these cardboard frames were made for easy disposing, but Tiktok seemed to have another take on it.

“Woah.” Your eyes widened as you finally stood in front of the infamous bed, covered in a blue sheet with the words ‘2020 Tokyo Olympics’ labeled on the bottom. “So this is the famous bed, huh?”

Tobio, who had just locked the door to his room, soon removed his mask and sat at the edge of his bed. “They tested it out. Miya-san and Bokuto-san,” he shared, pulling you to sit on his lap and looping his fingers around the string on your mask, removing it from your face completely. “Did you see the videos?”

“Yeah, the one Suna posted.” You let out a silent chuckle after remembering the video where Atsumu and Bokuto were jumping on top of their bed to prove ‘the theory’ surrounding the said cardboard frames. “Is this bed really meant for you guys to… avoid intimacy? I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna hookup with another Olympian, right?”

Your boyfriend sniggered at your doubtful tone. “I sense jealousy,” he claimed, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb. “Why would I do that when I have you?”

With a small and barely visible pout, you draped an arm around his shoulders and placed your index finger on his lower lip. “I saw those really gorgeous gymnast girls talking to you this morning.”

He inched his face closer, warm breath tickling your neck before he softly planted a kiss on your jaw. “They were just asking to take pictures, babe.”

Right. Well, you didn't really want to ponder much about it and you already felt bad that you brought it up at all. There was no room for a jealous girlfriend at a time like this and all he needed from you was to be supportive.

Although, maybe giving him a little time out from his athletic responsibilities could help lessen the pressure on his mind. A quick distraction was what he needed and besides, you ought to give him a reward for winning the game against Italy yesterday.

You would blame it on your high sex drive because you were ovulating and it had been a while since you last did anything together. Tobio had been extremely busy and today was a rare opportunity that he even managed to sneak you in, so you weren’t going to waste it by simply looking at each other’s faces. What you did was to push him back in bed, crawling on top so you could straddle his lap. “Why don’t we test if this is really an anti-sex bed?”

“Babe.” His eyes gleamed with humor, but you could see the trace of excitement behind his gaze that lingered on your collarbone down to your cleavage. You grinned at how he was trying to restrain himself so you didn’t hesitate to undo each button of your shirt with your needy boyfriend enjoying the view. “This bed can hold up to four hundred pounds. It’s not gonna break.”

You tilted your head to the side and slipped the shirt off of your body. “Hm, really?” Whether it was the afternoon heat or you were simply on fire from the sexual tension, you could see Kageyama’s chest rising and falling slowly as you leaned down to kiss his jaw. “What happens if it breaks?”

“We’ll be legendary,” he stated, gripping your thighs with large calloused hands that soon did the job at unzipping your fly. “Hinata will be back soon.”

It was 3 PM when you glanced at the time and his roommate would come back by 5 PM after watching the live match between Brazil and Argentina. You had two full hours to enjoy yourselves for the time being and you were not planning to waste every minute of it. “Then, let’s do it quickly before he returns,” you insisted as you pulled away to undress him off of his hoodie, revealing his perfectly toned upper body. “Don’t act like you haven’t been so needy for the past week. You literally sent me a dick pic last night.”

A handsome smirk settled on his face when he pulled your pants down, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. “It’s ‘cause I missed you,” he whispered on your lips before attaching it against his with a soft, open-mouthed kiss that had you wanting for more. “Mm—you’re all I think about before I sleep.”

“Naughty.” You pecked his lips and let your hands travel along his chest and shoulders. Since when did Tobio become this… huge? He was so broad and muscular despite keeping a lean physique and you were losing your mind from all the obscene images that you were forming in your head. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad to turn them into reality. “Lay your back on the mattress.”

“Taking full control on me now, huh?”

“Consider it a reward.”

It seemed that the cardboard frame was, in fact, sturdier than wood. You were frankly impressed at how it was able to withstand two entangled persons shifting in bed with significant pressure. Your boyfriend was already raking his fingers through his cropped raven hair, nape reclined against the headboard while you palmed the growing bulge on his sweatpants. He’s hard already, you giggled at the thought and slowly pulled the bands of his sweatpants to release his aching member from the restriction of his garment.

“Fuck, I missed this…” He closed his eyes after taking a deep breath because he seemed to enjoy how you were touching him again—how you wrapped your hand around his girth, pumping his length at a rhythm that he liked, and swirling your tongue around his pink head to remind yourself of his taste. “Suck me more.”

“Mm—patience.” You kissed his throbbing head, treating it like a lollipop with the way you teased the slit on his head by running your tongue around it. You eventually placed his cock inside your mouth after kissing every inch of his length, sated by how hard he had grown at the thought of you. His moans filled your ears, driving you to do more as you started bobbing your head to suck his shaft like a good girl. You always were. Hushed curses left his mouth to confirm just how satisfied he was with the job that you were doing until you released his cock with a pop to wipe the drool that escaped the corner of your lips. “You like it, baby?”

He nodded, looking down at you with glazed eyes. “Don’t stop.”

You kept eye-contact when you ejected spit on throbbing head, later spreading your saliva around his length by pumping him nice and fast. “As you wish.” And with that, your own lust-filled eyes were pleased with the sight of your boyfriend throwing his head back after you put all of his cock back inside of your mouth. His tip hit your uvula with how deep you took him and you gagged at the sudden penetration on your throat, but did not stop yourself from stroking the lower half of his length and sucking his precum on the upper.

“Shit. Tighten those pretty lips for me.”

Doing as told, you continued to please him with the best blowjob you’ve ever done in your life because you gained the confidence to try and be more skillful with the way you were moving your head at a steady rhythm. At some point, he became too impatient that he was thrusting himself upward to meet your throat and you could feel the veins of his shaft as your tongue glided past them.

You should have known that dating an athlete would give you a competitive partner in bed. Tobio was already highly competitive on his own, but seeing how great you sucked his cock put him on a mission to give you the same pleasure by means of oral sex. He was quite good at it, frankly. And his goal was to remind you of who the dominant one in your relationship was—shifting you under him after you sucked his cock, now keeping you caged under his fit body so he could start doing the work. When every piece of underwear was thrown to the floor, there was not even an ounce of hesitation before he latched his mouth on your left tit. His tongue played with your nipple while his other hand kneaded your right breast, massaging and feeling the soft flesh wantonly. “T-Tobio.” Salacious moans flew off your lips. “Mm—I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” You could feel the upward curve of his lips when he heard your desperate whines, subsequently moving his hand to spread your legs apart so he could get in between. He leaned in to envelope both of your lips for a rough kiss, allowing you to roll your tongue against his without realizing that he was concurrently cupping your pussy with his pretty, setter hands. The same genius fingers that used to touch the ball were now on your clit, doing circular motions to earn your mewls, spreading your pussy lips apart as an attempt to tease your entrance with his middle finger. Heaven or hell, Tobio was certainly a little bit of both. “Y-Yes, m-more.”

He grinned, biting your lower lip before he inserted two fingers inside of your soaking core. “Already so wet for me, needy little slut.”

His words earned your giggle. “Always…” You latched onto his arm, squeezing his bicep and arching your back as he began pumping his fingers in and out of your hole. You could feel him increasing his speed—eyes half lidded when you looked at his face, shying away as soon as he smirked at you. “B-Baby, so g-good.”

“I’m gonna ask you again,” he spoke in a low voice before planting a kiss on your lips, “who played the best?”

“You… Fuck… Mm—it’s you.” Ecstasy was coursing through your veins as your boyfriend found your most sensitive spot, curling his fingers inside your velvet walls until he crawled down to dive his face between your legs. God. The next thing you knew, he was replacing his fingers with his tongue, lapping your folds and spitting on your entrance to provide more lubrication. “T-Tobio!”

You couldn’t breathe. The gravity of your pleasure was too overwhelming and all you could do was to clamp the sheets as you mewled. Kageyama—clearly proud of his work—was looking up at you with a haughty gaze as if he had just proven that he was still excellent at making you helpless with the way he was eating you out. His warm breath tickled your core when he placed his mouth near your cunt—face on the perfect level adjacent to your genital, ready to ravage the soaking pussy that he hadn’t tasted for a few days. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“Y-Yes,” your breath hitched, “but i-it’s not as good without you.” You hoisted your hips up a little, squeezing your breasts together while throwing your head back as a rush of pleasure entered your body. He was putting more effort into rolling his tongue inside of you, tasting your juices and french kissing your pussy without a care for the wetness that surrounded his beautiful lips. The slurping sounds were making you crazy. But more than that, you wanted more. “Tobio, please… fuck me.”

A triumphant grin was soon plastered on his face. “Hm? Say that again.”

This prick’s enjoying this, you had it in mind as you looked down at him. “Please. Fuck me h-hard and fast like you always d-do.”

It was all it took for your boyfriend to kneel in bed, combing his fingers through his raven locks to give you a cocky smirk. “Can’t rawdog you today, babe,” he said before reaching towards the bedside drawer to take out a packet of condom. The same packet was soon in between his teeth, easily ripped open and discarded to the floor along with the rest of your clothes. You didn’t even realize that you closed your legs when you sat up. “Open up.”

You watched how he rolled the rubber on his big, pretty cock while you spread your legs apart to let your fingers play with your clit. “Mm. Shit, I want you so bad…”

“You’ll have me. What position do you want?”

“Can we do doggy?” Because he was blessed with a well-endowed member that filled you to the brim, you thought that it would feel best if you could experience his divine cock at a position where he could go deep.

Tobio didn’t even respond. He was already approving your request by pulling you by the arm and flipping you over so you could get in all fours. “Face down, ass up.”

You could feel how wet your vulva was when he palmed your pussy from behind, pushing you to lower your upper body while you raised your buttocks high enough to meet his pelvis. “If this bed breaks, I’m putting it on Tiktok.”

His soft chuckle bounced off the walls. “If it doesn’t break, I’ll be disappointed.” And as he said that, you weren’t aware that he was already positioning his cock on your entrance before he rammed it inside without warning. “Fuuuck!”

“Aah!” The side of your face found its comfort against the cushion. “H-Harder.”

Why do you keep on challenging this man? He was only about to do twice as much as what you asked for, stretching your hole at the deep penetration while the headboard hit the wall with each thrust. You were left whimpering from his roughness as every slam caused slapping noises from your ass to his groin. Goddamn, the friction that he was creating against your cunt was achingly good.

“A-Aah, yeah!” you cried out, gripping the cushion as you leaned forward while you were being pussy pounded from behind. Tobio’s grip on your waist was tight and he paid very little mercy at how his huge, veiny cock was entering you at an insane pace until tears started welling up your eyes. “T-Tobio!”

“Be a good girl.” His hot breath tickled your ear after he pulled you back through your arms until your body was arched into a C. He only released his grip on your arms so he could place his hand on your bum, giving it a nice slap to leave his handprint on the flesh.

So good, you were losing your mind. So fucking good. The movements of his hips were so fast and rough that you almost felt your eyes rolling at the back of your head. “Y-You’re hitting my g-spot.”

He cussed under his breath while angling his hips to penetrate your sensitive spot even more. “Good. You like it from the back?”

“I-I do.” The bed’s gonna break. You were gripping the headboard, sensing that the cardboard frame could not keep up from all the jostling. At this point, you were getting dizzy from the way he upped his speed and plowed his fat cock through your clamped walls.

“You’re clenching. Ah—fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”

Guttural moans reverberated through the room when the penetrative action sent you into a state of euphoria and you were left wondering if the people next door could hear the obscenities leaving your mouths. You were told that his ‘more energetic’ teammates were staying next door and you suddenly felt shy at the thought.

Though, that was not what made you lose your mind. It was the roughness of his thrusts that went harder, faster, and more desperate. The movements lasted for a couple of minutes while he was stretching your buttocks apart to see just how deep his cock was going in.

“T-Tobio… shit. I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

You took deep breaths, humming in pleasure and closing your eyes to simply bask in the feeling. His nails dug onto your waist, leaving crescent marks on your flesh as he fucked your cunt at a satisfying rhythm. At this point, whimpers were coming out of your mouth while your boyfriend romanced your body for his own pleasure. His hand later traveled down to your chest to give your bust a harsh squeeze, flicking your nipple with his index finger and panting as he continued drilling his shaft into your hole.

With moans getting louder and gasps causing your mouths to part open, you disintegrated between your lover as your lower abdomen signaled your orgasm. “A-Aah!” Your legs started to shake while you clenched around his member, body twitching as he continued to pound into you through your overstimulation. You could not think straight just imagining how much you creamed around his protected cock and you were breathing through your mouth to catch the breath that you’ve lost.

After a few more minutes of thrusting and cockslamming, Tobio’s hot spurts of seed were sent straight to the rubber as his movements became sloppy and uneven, pulling out of you only to see his semen filling up the condom. “That was fucking good.”

Your whole body has become limp, but you managed to turn around and cover yourself with the sheets, watching how Kageyama stood at the side of the bed to roll the rubber off his cock. “You came so much.”

“The fuck I did.” And he was cocky about it, too. However, his confidence was only fleeting when he assessed the bed frame and could not find any fault. “It didn’t break.”

“It’s a lot stronger than we assumed.” You chuckled at the way he scrunched his nose in disappointment. “It’s okay. The manufacturer gets extra points for this.”

At least, you two were satiated after fucking like animals in heat. You couldn’t even deny how sore you still were even after a few minutes of resting time and your boyfriend distracted your thoughts when he sat at the edge of the bed to meet your lips with his. “I love you.”

“I love you. Good luck on your game tomorrow.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“Do you think we should—”

“Kageyamaaa!”

The high-pitched voice nearly made you jump and your panic grew when it was added by the loud banging on the door. Hinata. He was back and you were still fucking naked.

“Dumbass, don’t come in!” Tobio yelled at the door, picking your clothes up and gesturing for you to wear them while he pulled his own boxers to cover himself. He then made his way towards the door and peeked at the peephole. “Hinata, just stay put.”

“Well, are you done?” the smaller guy asked, voice laced with humor. “We heard everything. Half the team’s next door. They’re asking if you were able to break the bed.” Someone was chuckling aside from Hinata and you got the hint that another team member was outside of the door.

You froze and lost the ability to function.

Holy shit.

Even Tobio himself was releasing a series of curses, shaking his head as he turned to you. You were supposed to feel ashamed. You were supposed to be so embarrassed that you would hide your face under the sheets, but strangely, the thought of being heard by nearly the whole team seemed to have ignited a newfound excitement inside of you.

Kageyama himself could see it on your face. “Don’t tell me…”

“No,” you giggled, clasping your bra back in. “No. It’s not what you think.”

Did you really just imagine yourself surrounded by his attractive teammates?

“If you’re up for it,” he confirmed your thoughts with a playful smirk. “We can let two or more people join.”

“Tobio!”

He wasn’t too bothered, though. In fact, he was entertaining the thought with curiosity as though he had been considering it in his head for a long time. You two liked trying new things to make up for your vanilla sex life and there was little to no shame when it came to sharing your weirdest kinks to your wildest dreams.

The bed certainly did not break, but you’ve just unlocked something even more exciting than proving the stability of the cardboard bed.

But this time around, no one else on Tiktok would have to know.

“So, are you down?” he asked, leaning his back against the wall as he waited for your approval. “I don’t mind sharing you.”

Your meek smile was a confirmation in itself. “If it helps improve their game, why not?”

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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.

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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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skiatrosis

3 years ago

Suna+neck/chest (upper torso area idk how to say it 😭)

suna + upper body <3