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hell was boring without you 😈💕✨

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a/n: I'm back! With more bimbo content. I know yall love these.

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THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: bimbo reader. oral (reader receiving), mentions of bimbo reader being a lil too easy to fuck <3

Iwaizumi heard a lot about you.

The pretty little thing, the one with a clueless gaze in her eyes, walking around the campus with your skimpy skirts and tight blouses, shining a dumb smile.

He heard a lot about you- how good you are is a common talk around the campus, boys can't hold their laughter when you pass by them, elbowing each other, to give courage to go up to you, you're so dumb, anyway, you won't give them a hard time. He's heard so many stories about you, how tight you are when you get slapped across your face, how pretty you look when you're choking on some cock, how easy it is to have you on your knees or your face pushed into a mattress.

But he wonders why he never heard anyone talk about how ruined you look when you're sitting on someone's face.

"Iwaizumi-san, please!" You beg, your dainty fingers curling in his locks of brown hair, you feel him smile against your pussy. "Please 's too much, too much!"

But you just keep pushing yourself even more on his face, almost giving him no room to breathe, though he doesn't mind, breathing is the last thing he has in mind. "Iwaizumi-san!" You call out for him again, your thighs shake around his head, you're pulling hard on his hair.

He's making you feel so good- so good, you think you might pass out. The overwhelming feeling has you feeling dizzy but you can't stop humping his pretty face, needing more of his tongue, a feeling so foreign but so good, you can't believe you never felt it before.

"I'm gonna- please, please I'm gonna-"

You can't even hold it back as you're cumming for yet another time right on his face, your whole body shaking on top of him so much he thinks you might topple over like a mindless little doll.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs as he pulls away from under you, your gaze flutters when you see his tongue darting out to collect more of your cum on his face, "you taste so damn good."

"Nnh-" You whimper shakily, "d-don't say that."

Your hair damp with sweat, face shining with tears and drool, Iwaizumi thinks he might just go right back between your thighs. "It's true, pretty girl," he laughs at the embarrassed pout you give him, "you feel so good sitting on my face."

"Felt- felt good." You manage to whisper, you look ungodly between his sheets, sheets now ruined with your cum, you look even dumber than you were before, and all that just by his tongue.

Iwaizumi can't believe he's the first one to eat you out.

You were so eager to give him anything he wanted, was on your knees waiting for the man, waiting to be manhandled as you always are whenever anyone has their hands on your tits, it was so cute to see you confused when he had instead pushed you on the bed, nudging your legs apart to plant a kiss on your pretty panties.

"What- what are you doing, Iwaizumi-san?"

And it was so damn adorable to find a wet patch forming on them, too, when he gave you a lopsided smirk in answer; green eyes glinting with amusement, a brow quirking up in question. "Gotta get you ready first, doll."

"Get me ready?" You looked so lost, you really were as pretty as they said you were, after all.l, whimpering even only when he peeled your panties off, his hot breath against your pussy, "b-but... not with your fingers?"

"I can do that," he had shrugged, "but why should I pass on tasting a pretty pussy?"

The way you had whimpered so needily at that, your head falling back on the bed, squirming under his hold- fuck. "Have you never been eaten out?"

For the first time since ehe had approached you that night, Iwaizumi looked surprised. "Did no one ever taste you, doll?"

"N-ah- no."

"Fuck."

Maybe you shouldn't have given that answer, you think, because the moment you had done, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to make you cum as many times as you could on just his tongue.

"Come on, baby," he says, pulling you back upright, giving you support from your back as your body can't move by yourself anymore, "give me one more."

You had lost count on the amount of times you had came on him, and even when you couldn't sit upright anymore, his hands digging in your hips held you there. "Can't have enough of you, pretty girl," he spoke from beneath you, feels your pussy flutter against his lips, "can't wait to fuck into this pussy."

"F-ah, Iwaizumi-san! It feels-" you couldn't even breathe from all the pleasure you were feeling, making you feel dizzy, every thought ripped out of your pretty little mind other than the man you were sitting on his face on. "Feels good!"

Maybe it's a little cruel, as you're reduced to a ragdoll at this point, but you look irresistible with your skirt hiked up around your waist, blouse ripped open for his gaze, still shaking from all the times he made you cum.

"I can't!" You cry, your body falling limp, head lolling on his chest and resting there. You hot breaths fan against his bare skin, his cock jumping in his pants. "I never came this many times before."

"You haven't?" He laughs, the sound making you squirm against his body, "did no one ever make you cum so much?"

"No," you whimper, "they make me make them cum, instead."

He guessed as much, college boys can be too selfish most of the time, but it's still a surprise to hear it coming from your lips. And Iwaizumi will never understand why anyone would want to miss out on how fucking amazing you look right now, limp and snuggled against his body, holding onto him as you'll fall back on the bed if you don't.

"Wanna make you feel good, Iwaizumi-san," you speak between your breaths. "I'm good at it."

Your hand starts to move on his thigh, slowly making its way to his leaking hard cock tenting under his pants. "I'm sure you are, doll," he tells you, "one more, baby, give me one more and I'll fuck you, okay?"

You can't say no to that, he knows, he's been aware of your eyes always falling down lower on his pants whenever you have the chance, he can see the way you lick your lips excitedly.

And you're a good girl, a good girl that does anything to make him happy, aren't you?

smau idea: the tiktok trend where you update them on your day for no reason

(if you are unfamiliar with this i can send a link)

YOU RANDOMLY UPDATE THEM ON YOUR DAY

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

warnings: none

notes: i feel like this is eh but here you go <3

LEAVE A TIP <3 (if you’d like)

HAIKYUU BOYS AND THEIR PILLOW PRINCESS ! ☺︎ 

starring ⇢ suna, sakusa, kuroo, osamu, iwaizumi, oikawa

a/n : frothing. unedited. has been sitting in the drafts for so long. this one goes out to my fellow pillow princesses out there. ♡ @hqintheclub​

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY 

warnings : degradation, praise, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, riding, use of sex toy, fingering, mating press, spanking, hair pulling, soft pussy slaps, oral (f receiving)

word count : 693

❖ — SUNA RINTAROU

“all you do is spread your legs for me, huh?”

suna growls as he mercilessly pounds into your dripping pussy. he’s been at this for hours, and he’s showing no intention of stopping.

he takes holds of your ankles, draping them over his broad shoulders as the anklet with his initials on it shake and tinkle right beside his ear.

the new angle hits your sweet spot better than ever as your sharp cries and whimpers send shivers down suna’s spine. you sound heavenly. how could he ever resist pounding his princess?

“this is what you wanted right? just lying down while i fuck you? so stop whining and take it like a good girl.”

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I love you tee 😊✌🏻

a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.

12:36 PM:

“My shoulder hurts.”

“You slacked off on your stretches again, didn’t you?” He doesn’t meet your eyes as he unpacks his bento.

“No.” He did. And he knows you know, but Sakusa doesn’t like being scolded. Especially not on his lunch break.

“Yes you did, Kiyoomi,” you say sternly. And he pouts, unhappy with your tone.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m hungry, I don’t deserve this right now.” He pulls out the note you left him, scanning over the sweet message, noticing the little bunch of hearts on the bottom next to your signed name. He cracks a smile, turning the note to face you through the screen. “You’re a cliche sap part two.”

“And you’re an idiot who can’t take care of himself part two. Quit picking at your calluses and quit slacking on your stretches. Make sure you stretch longer before practice.” Sakusa glares at you through his phone, but his heart does a little squeeze at how you take care of him.

“Kay, whatever, you’re rude. Now tell me about your day so far.” He’s kept very entertained throughout his lunch break as he hears your rambles about trivial things.

8:17 PM:

“I’m home,” Sakusa calls out. Silence. With a frown, he calls out “I said I’m home,” louder this time.

“Oh my god, I’m coming, you’ll live if you’re not greeted in two seconds,” you huff as you emerge from the bathroom. But still, your hands cup his cheeks gently, pulling him into a searing kiss with a soft smile on your face.

“I could very well die,” he mumbles in between kisses, burying his head into your neck and pecking the skin there as your hands smooth through his curls. “Missed you.”

“Me too. Dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, go shower,” you whisper.

“No, not yet.”

“Omi, we’ll cuddle after—”

“Yeah, but I wanna cuddle now.” Smiling to yourself, you rub over his shoulder, the one you know is sore, and he slacks more weight into you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” Sakusa grins before tugging you along to your shared room, plopping himself on top of you in bed.

8:33 PM:

“And then I was spiking the ball, and I saw him just trip in the corner,” he snorts along with you, shaking his head as he recounts details from practice. “He thought no one noticed but I’m pretty sure everyone did.”

“I saw a kid trip at the grocery store today,” you chuckle. “I’m going to hell for laughing.” Sakusa cracks a large grin, poking your cheek with his index finger.

“You’re going to hell anyway.”

“So are you.”

“That’s why we’re a match made in heaven. Or hell. You know what? Both.” His hand finds yours under the table, squeezing it gently as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “Oh yeah, I need a hair cut, remind me to make an appointment later this week.”

“No, Omi! It’s not even that long,” you whine.

“Yes it is, it gets in eyes when I go to serve.”

“Then wear clips. You look hot with longer hair,” you insist, making him scowl.

“No, that’s weird.” But he can’t help but sigh when your pout deepens, weak to his knees at the look. “Fine, I’ll do it like next week or something instead,” he mutters. The smug grin on your face makes him roll his eyes, but the brightness in your eyes fills him up to the brim with warmth.

11:31 PM:

“Can we go to bed now, love?” Sakusa yawns, nudging you from his spot on your chest. You hum as you scroll through your phone.

“What are you? An old man? Only grandpas head in for the night at eleven thirty.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You nap all day, you lazy brat. That’s why you’re never tired at night.”

“Excuse me, I did a lot of work today, don’t even start. A few smacks of a ball shouldn’t get you this tired.” He pulls the blanket over his body, huffing as he gets comfortable on top of your body.

“Fine, you stay up, I’ll sleep.”

“Omi, don’t sleep on me, you’re heavy.”

“Oh well,” he mumbles, already dozing off. You want to be mad, but he looks utterly beautiful in his sleep, cheek smooshed against your chest, face calm and at peace. He looks a few years younger, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, pushing back the hair from his face and kissing his moles.

“I guess your hair has gotten a bit longer,” you whisper. “Goodnight, Omi. I love you.” And Sakusa, as if he knows, smiles a bit in his sleep, humming contentedly.

He considers today a pretty good day.

reblogs are really appreciated !!

idk what this is sdjsjjsnd but it’s the most self indulgent thing i’ve written. this is me and omi, literally our dynamic. might even do an atsumu one now jsnsnsnsj

Hey there!

I'm Andromeda but you can call me Andro !

▪︎ she/her ▪︎ bisexual <3

▪︎21

Hello I don't know if there are still spots left for your event(it's amazing btw) this is my first request but listen please I think my dress would be this

ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵐʸ ʷᵃʸ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ,ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢʰʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢʰʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ɴᴏᴛ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ⁱ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒ ⁱ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵒᵘᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵖᵃʳˢᵒⁿ ⁱ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡⁱᵍⁱᵗ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵇʳᵃⁱⁿ

Sorry if it's small I am not that good at writing 😅

Anyways bye love

Of course there are spots left bambina 💕

I look forward to seeing you there 🥃🥂

YOUR MATCH FOR THE NIGHT:

AZUMANE ASAHI

your song

veering near the side of your friends, you turned around for a glass of punch and then bam. their gone, suddenly feeling like a lost child in a busy street, you began to panic just a little. the glass in your hand shaking the slightest bit, it wasn't until a rather large man came near you that your legs almost gave out. "It's okay.. just breathe..." surely enough, he didn't sound scary. so you listened, allowing him to help steel your nerves, "Sorry about that.. I'm usually better at this." He gave a soft laugh, "It's fine, Asumane Asahi." you smiled, "Nice to meet you, L/n Y/n."

soft library dates, hiding from each other in the various rows. covering your giggles with your hand as he chases you with a finger over his lips. walking around hand in hand, stopping at record shops, picking out disks to play at home while you both worked. curling your arms around his neck as he sketched his new designs, feeling him bring your hand to his lips to gently kiss it. taking a break as he walks you to the park, setting his phone down with volume up, dancing and twirling you around as your laughter filled the air, elderly couples smiling at the two of you having fun, remembering their own days. feeling him spoon you at the days end, arms securing you where you should be. close to his heart, as he hums you to sleep.

REQUIREMENTS:

💫 A picture of your outfit

💫 What fairytale character is it inspired by

💫 Your behaviour at parties

💫 Your type of preference (male/female)

WHAT I'LL WRITE FOR YOU:

💫 Your match up

💫 How you meet and a drabble

💫 A song that matches you as a couple and a moodboard

FURTHERMORE:

💫 HAVE FUN!!

THE EVENT IS OPEN FOR UP TO 25 PERSONS

SPOTS: 11/25

haikyuu schools as netflix posters 🎬🍿 [insp] 

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GUYS! 

…Ghosts We See MC dancing to this song in Hyquile?

Ghosts We See // ficlet 04: Hips Don’t Lie

When Oikawa Tooru, Crown Prince of Aoba, took up Iwaizumi’s suggestion of taking you to the festival in Seijoh tonight, he had no idea that it would come to this.

You had been distressed as of late with everything going on, and you had always been an easy one to read. You wore your heart on your sleeve, just as Oikawa wears a smiling mask.

Attending the festival had instantly put a bright smile on your face, blindingly so, and Oikawa had found himself seeking out that light as your hand pulled on his arm, weaving your figures through the crowds and the stalls that popped up especially for tonight. Iwaizumi is nearby as always, dressed in regular clothes instead of his gleaming armor that he usually wore as a Blue Knight, following after Oikawa and you to make sure nothing happened to the Crown Prince and that you didn’t drag yourself into danger as you were apt to do. 

Oikawa is careful to keep his own disguise on, one hand frequently pulling down at the beret that shadowed his eyes and steadied his glasses that slid down every time you tugged him forward. 

Oikawa did not know you had it in you to- how did you put it again?- ‘party’ the way you did. He supposed the novelty of experiencing a festival in an alternate world could fill anyone with an abundance of excitement. You tried every single food and candy, and Oikawa is more than happy to try them with you. It has been years since he ate some of these local sweets; his caretaker had been quite strict with his diet growing up, and rarely did he get to enjoy the sweeter foods his own people would often produce and eat.

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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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sakusa kiyoomi is easy for you to break. whether it be a smile or a tender kiss, he melts because of you and your sweet ways of showing affection.

oh, you're cheering him on during a game? you're shaking your friends aggressively and pointing at him, saying 'that's my omi-omi'?

sakusa will die on the spot – he even smiles and plays even harder because of you!

you made him breakfast earlier that day? he can't help but smile and get all red, wondering how in the world he managed to score someone as amazing as you.

you give him a tight hug after his game, peppering his face with quick, sloppy kisses, praising him on how well he did?

sakusa can't help but fall in love with you even more.

the way his face turns red when you kiss him, the way his heart stops when you laugh, the way he turns to mush when you praise him...it's all the reason more for him to never stop loving you.

and he won't!

so long as sakusa keeps waking up next to you, so long as he gets affection and praise from you, and so long as he can forever have you in his life,

sakusa kiyoomi will never stop loving you.

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[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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