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[hyeque]

always this nice [kuroo tetsurō] [nsfw]

synopsis: having overworked himself for the past few weeks, you decide to give kuroo some well needed stress relief

notes: part of @cirigiri / @bowmonde dilf collab! apologies for how late this is </3 i did my best but idk how i feel about this one

warnings: slight angst in first part, hard to soft dom!kuroo (yes, he's a simp), kuroo in a suit because i'm a slut for this man, unprotected sex, blowjob, mentions of fem body parts, breeding kink, implied age gap, use of the word 'sir', possible computer damage, mentions of kids

by nature, kuroo tetsurō is a giver. he'd always looked out for others more than himself. as his assistant, you see this all the time at work and even with his daughters. you don't really understand what happened between him and his ex-wife because from the looks of you, he's the ideal husband and father. he couldn't be any more perfect than he is now. and being that he's older than you, he always felt the need to look after you. to take care of you. to praise and spoil you to death.

you remember the day you waltzed into his office, nerves running high and heart beating fast. you had just begun your first day as his personal assistant. you had heard the rumors and the horror stories of past assistants crying and leaving humiliated because of kuroo. you only hoped that you didn't suffer the same fate.

but luckily, kuroo likes you. he's enamored by you, really.

he knew from the beginning that a man of his age shouldn't get involved with someone so young, but he couldn't help himself. you fascinated him way too much. while he first thought you had a shy nature, he quickly learned that you would open up around those you knew well. and the two of you spent countless hours together because of your job. during that time he really learned how witty, fun, and engaging you are, and that made him attracted to you.

one thing leads to another and lines get blurred and boundaries get crossed. you never thought kuroo would look twice at you but the lingering glances and teasing touches thrilled you. you find yourself cumming as many times as you want by his hand. body worshipped every night the two of you end up in bed or over his desk with what ten minutes he would have before meetings.

from lunch meets and fending off office pervs, to getting the best oral and fingering of your life, kuroo will practically do anything for you.

with you, he's always this nice.

but today is different. from the look that kuroo has on his face, you can tell he's far from the grinning and teasing nature that he usually has around you. there's no sign of the familiar and gentle smile on his face. it's instead replaced by a stern expression as he concentrates on the screen in front of him.

you sit quietly, watching him work in silence. his knee bounces anxiously and he runs his hand through his greying hair. there are evident signs of age on his face, but you don't think it makes him look any less handsome than he is now.

in fact, he looks delectable.

you ogle him quietly and hope that eventually, he'll notice your neediness. a minute passes, then two, and eventually a whole ten. you've had enough. it's sad to say you can count on one hand how many times he's looked at you today, and you have to end that.

"kuroo?" you ask, moving so you're in front of his desk.

he hums, eyes not moving from the screen of his computer where he types. you huff, calming your nerves. the last thing you want to do is upset and aggravate him.

"would you like me to get you some food? a drink?" you suggest. he came in the office super early this morning to your surprise. he seemed fidgety and irritable every time you asked if he needed help, so you left him alone. time had passed though and you realize he hadn't eaten and it's noon now.

you prepare for him to say 'no, I'm fine', but to your surprise, he accepts the offer.

you order food from his favorite place, remembering his order like the back of your hand. it isn't long before you pick it up and swiftly bring it to him. you leave it on his desk, receiving a mumbled 'thank you' in return. going off to complete office duties, your worrying over him is subsided. but it all returns when you come back and look over to see his food still sitting in place and coffee long cold by now. something stirs within you and you feel your eyes twitch. it pains you to see that kuroo isn't properly taking care of himself.

you initiate phase one. the distraction. kuroo could never resist you, and a lot of the time you weren't even doing anything to purposely distract him. he's just that easy to rile up.

"oops," you mumbled under your breath, eyes wandering back to the man as you start to pick up the pens you "knocked over". you make sure to bend over where your ass is clearly visible.

unfortunately, he barely glances up at you and that irritates you to no end. but you're persistent and you're not going to give up.

it's time for you to initiate phase two.

since it isn't clear to the man himself that you want his attention, it appears that you have to be bolder with your actions. crawling under his desk to retrieve the pens you clumsily 'dropped', you find yourself between his legs. your eyes scan over his thick thighs curiously, admiring how muscular they appear in his slacks.

"w-what are you doing?" kuroo jumps back when he feels your hand rest on his knee. that doesn't deter you from your actions and you only slide your hand further up his pants leg.

"nothing. just resting here," you respond, moving to rest your head on his inner thigh. you innocently look up at him and gauge his reaction.

kuroo sighs, closing his eyes. he gently says your name before explaining that he doesn't have time at the moment to appease any of your 'games'. you scrunch your nose up, slightly hurt at the fact that he thought most of what you did together wasn't serious.

"last time i checked, not taking care of yourself isn't a 'game'," you mumble, eyes glaring at the floor. to not upset and aggravate him be damned, "way to be hypocritical."

kuroo's eyes shift from his screen to you, brows furrowed. "excuse me?"

normally you'd back down at his tone but not today. you roll your eyes, inspecting your nails, "you're not deaf, you heard me."

kuroo feels his eye twitch. "no, i don't think i did," he pulls you up by the arm so that you're in front of him. your breath hitches when he stands up, towering over you as his eyes glare down at you, "so why don't you repeat what just came out of that smart mouth of yours?"

your thighs squeeze slightly at his words and you hope he doesn't notice. by the unreadable expression on his face you can't tell, and that scares you more than anything. but for the sake of your ego--and maybe even possibly of your job--you stand your ground and remain level-headed and reasonable.

"you've been working yourself to death lately," you start, folding your arms, "i've been watching you for the past few days--no, weeks, and you haven't been taking care of yourself. i know you pride yourself in being hardworking but doing it to an unhealthy level is alarming and has to stop."

the sternness in his eyes softens slightly, but returns just as quickly. "this time of year always gets more busy than usual. you wouldn't understand that i have a lot more to take care of and do. i don't have time to take a break."

your blood boils, "you always tell me that if i need help then i should never be afraid to ask. well what about you? if you let me help you, then you wouldn't be so stressed all the time. isn't that what i'm supposed to be here for?"

"yeah, well you're being more of a hinderance than helpful." kuroo snaps. "i don't ask for you to breathe down my neck all the time."

a hurt look crosses your face, but instead of saying something nasty back you only will yourself to calm down. "i just want to look out for you. i'm not trying to be annoying, if you think that." a part of you wants to cry, but you know that that's stupid and you don't want to cry over a man of all people.

kuroo must've realized the weight of his words but when nothing else comes out of his mouth, you decide enough is enough. if he's truly too stubborn to apologize and understand your concerns, you don't want to be there.

you don't say anything else as you step away from him. only the words, "call me when you've calmed down" come out of your mouth and you're no longer looking at him.

"where are you going?" he asks, watching you move towards the front door after grabbing your jacket.

you raise a brow, "somewhere where i'm not a hindrance. i'm useful to other people, you know."

your words sting him, but he knows he deserves it after what he said.

"i-i'm sorry." kuroo says, his hand grasping your wrist before you can pull away completely. "i didn't need to be such an ass when you're trying to look out for me. that wasn't right of me."

your body relaxes after hearing his words and you watch him look sheepishly at you while he speaks.

"it's just, i'm not used to this kind of thing," he laughs bitterly, "all my life it's been me looking out for others so i learned to not ask for help. i always thought i could do what i could on my own."

you hum, running your thumb over his knuckles. "and you're great at it, but i promise you i just want to help because i want the best for you. i'll always be here by your side." you say, leaning into him. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. the smell of his aftershave makes you close your eyes.

"i'm glad. i don't think i could ever let you go." he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you tighten your hold on him, "you better not." you hide your face in his suit jacket, head resting on his chest. he runs his hands along your back soothingly and notice how you curl impossibly further into his touch.

"someone's clingy today." kuroo teases, smirking against your forehead where his lips rest.

"i just miss you. that's all." you mumble into his chest. your hands move to work out the knots in his back and he sighs, reveling in your touch. he swears internally as he feels all of his blood rush south and the unmistakable notion of his pants tightening.

his hands rest innocently just above your ass, and he knows he can easily have you like putty in his hands if he grabs your plump ass.

"you okay, tetsu?"

a faint groan leaves his mouth upon hearing the nickname you give him.

"y-yeah..." he responds.

"liar. you're hard." you tease. he grumbles a ' your fault' under his breath.

"do you want me to do something about this, sir?" you ask, fingers hovering over his zipper.

"i think it's only right if you do." he answers, sucking his breath as he presses himself into your hand. "sounds like you want to more than i do."

you unzip him. "i do. i want you to use me to relieve your stress." you palm him through his pants. "want you to fuck all your stress away into my body." you slide to your knees in front of him, resting your cheek on top of his bulge.

"you sure?" kuroo looks at you with concern. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but you don't care. you just want to be useful for him besides being his cute little assistant.

"yes," looking up through your lashes, you huff out a pout. "i'm hungry."

kuroo sucks in a sharp breath, his cock throbbing hard in his slacks. he doesn’t know what past life he had to deserve you, but he isn't complaining.

"look at you being all good for me." his hand caresses your face before it moves to run through your hair, his gentle touch so familiar you melt into it and close your eyes.

...that is until you feel him wrap your hair around his hand and yank back your head. you gasp, eyes flying back open to look at him. his gold eyes glare down at you, a look of displeasure on his face.

"being good at the expense of being bratty. you know i don't like that."

your eyes widen and you protest, "but—"

"'but' what?" kuroo leans down to look at you, "don't think i didn't notice or forget how you talked to me earlier. no matter what, there's no excuse for it."

you grow silent at his words, not daring to say anything further.

he sighs, looking at his watch. "i don't have a lot of time. and since i'm being nice and devoting some to you, i expect that you follow what i tell you to do. understand?"

you nod solemnly, but he tsks, gently smacking your face. "that's not an answer, baby."

"yes, sir. i understand," you reply.

he seems pleased with your response. you watch him unbuckle his pants, excitement coursing through your veins as he pulls himself out. your breath audibly hitches the moment his thick length comes into view. you've never seen something more beautiful.

kuroo smirks. he could never get over the look on your face when you see his cock. it never fails to make him harder than he already is.

he sits back down in his chair. spreading his thick thighs apart, he sighs impatiently.

"well?" he raises a brow, "it's not going to suck itself, is it?"

you don't have to be told twice. your sinful lips part and you take kuroo in your mouth, nearly whining at the delicious, salty taste of him. it had been a while since you'd sucked him off and you don't know why you didn't beg sooner to have him.

you can't explain it but something about sucking off kuroo in his suit makes you absolutely feral. maybe it's the scent of him, the suit he wears, or the noises you're able to get him to produce. regardless, you get a little bit more aggressive, a little bit more eager, a little bit more passionate. and kuroo knows. he knows how you get, but still doesn't have enough time to prepare himself for what's to come—no pun intended.

"s-shit..." kuroo breathes, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. he has to force himself to not get lost in the moment and watches as you play with his heavy balls, the noises obscene and wet. his nails dig into his palms as he tries not to take over.

you take him as far as you can in the back of your throat, eyes watering at you look up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him and making him feel good.

you're a sight for sore eyes for kuroo and his resolve snaps as he gently grabs the back of your head. "good fucking girl, making me feel so good," he groans, pushing himself to the back of your throat, slowly rocking himself. his pubes press against your nose and his balls slap against your chin as he abuses your wet cavern.

more tears brim your eyes as you take him further, deep throating him and his jaw slacks at the feeling.

he pulls you off of him and presses you against his desk. yanking your pencil skirt up to your waist.

"no panties, huh? such a minx." he slaps your cunt before you get a chance to speak, and you yelp out of surprise.

with his cock resting against your bare ass, you can't help but grind back on him, wanting to feel more of him.

kuroo tsks, watching you for a moment before grabbing your hips. "don't be greedy. you take what i give you." he scolds, smacking your ass. you whine out an apology, but that doesn't dismiss the irritation bubbling within you.

he collects your essence, coating his shaft well in you. he teases your entrance with the fat, mushroom tip of his dick and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from yelling at him to hurry up.

"i can see you quivering. you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckles, knowing he himself isn't doing the best either.

"you don't have to be an as—" your breath is quickly taken away from you as he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

kuroo’s composure slacks for a moment once enveloped in your warmth. “so tight, i really was away from your cunt for too long.”

"te-sir, i feel so full!" you scramble for your bearings but nothing can prepare you for this. ever.

"yeah? well you always feel so fucking good around me." kuroo grunts, his large hands resting on your hips as he has to mentally will himself to not cum so soon. work made him forget just how good your pussy feels and he mentally hits himself on the head for that. when he gets the chance, he's going to cockwarm your pussy for hours to make up for lost time.

kuroo moves his hips back, almost pulling out of you all the way before slamming back into you. before you can scream out loud, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth, silencing you.

"can't have anyone hearing how pretty you sound, sweetheart." he hums, moving his hips faster. his hands pull back your hair and he presses a sweet kiss to your temple. his eyes look down at where you creaming his dick and that only motivates him further.

kuroo is a hypocrite. even with you silenced, anyone walking by his office surely can hear what's going on, but he doesn't care. it's not like no one knows you two are exclusive.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he grunts, hips drilling into yours at a rapid speed. "you wanted to be fucked like a whore, huh? used like a cumslut?" for some reason, a part of kuroo feels bad for calling you a 'whore' and a 'slut' but he knows that you like it. he can feel it in the way you gush around his shaft.

kuroo's eyes fall to the framed photo of his twin girls that sits on his desk and he quickly looks away out of slight embarrassment and awkwardness. but he soon thinks about all the times he's seen you take care of his daughters. how sweet and kind you are to them, and how you love and adore them just as much as they do for you too.

and the first time that they started calling you 'mommy'? kuroo didn't know what to think. he remembers apologizing to you when taking you home and that he would tell Hayami and Akari to not call you that. he remembers you saying not to worry about it and that you didn't mind. that you cared and loved them like your own.

he remembers seeing you in his kitchen, cooking dinner for the four of you since he nearly set the whole house on fire with his horrible skills. well, they weren't terrible but not the greatest either. but he knew he would have to learn for his girls.

he remembers calling you to watch them while he unexpectedly had to go to a meeting. he remembers coming home to the three of you sleeping on the couch, moving all of you to bed so none of you would wake up in discomfort.

he remembers all the times people mistook you for family, for his wife. and he can't help but think: what if it's always like this?

kuroo would be lying if he said he never thought about what you would look like in his arms, abdomen swollen with his third child. the thought of you having his child has crossed his mind one too many times. every time he fucked you, he can't help but think about his seed catching. then maybe all the other bozos he does work with would stop hitting on you once they saw you were his.

you yourself have crossed his mind one too many times. as much as he wants to keep the relationship professional, he couldn't help but be drawn into you initially. and now, he thinks he's ready to ask if you want to take the next step.

...and he will, when he's done fucking you.

something in him becomes more primal. softer. call him crazy, but being balls deep within you made him realize he wants to marry you. he wants to put a ring on your pretty little finger and make you his cute wife.

kuroo leans down, kissing your forehead before turning you around to face him. he wants to see your face when you cum.

you blink, confused by his actions, "sir, i--"

"tetsurou. call me tetsurou...please." you recognize kuroo becoming gentle with his words. he buries his face in your neck and plants a trail of kisses down them as he slides back inside of you.

the soft gasp that leaves your lips makes him twitch and throb.

"always so good for me," he coos, "always so beautiful and pretty when you're under me like this. isn't that right baby?"

"mmhm!" you nod and cry, feeling yourself cum at his words. you go to apologize for cumming without permission but he hushes you.

he groans at the feeling of your cunt clamping on him, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "look at you, cumming so sweetly for me. you can give me more, yeah? you can cum again for me?"

your mind has gone into autopilot as you nod, body twitching and shaking with slight sensitivity as he fucks you through your orgasm.

kuroo's large hand wraps around your throat, leaning into your ear he says, "just for me, right? no one else?"

"no one else but you, only you." you answer, chasing his lips. he doesn't hesitate to kiss you breathless. the two of you become so lost in each other

"want me to fill you up? want me to pump this pussy full of my cum?"

you whine and paw at his arm before nodding. fuck, he can feel you clenching harder too.

"y-yes, please fill me up tetsu. need it all so badly!" you whine, eyes nearly rolling back as you become overwhelmed with pleasure.

kuroo's eyes soften at the sight of your fucked out expression and is completely enamored. "g-god, i--"

—love you, is what he wants to say, but he just says that he's cumming instead. luckily not long after does he spill his cum into you.

kuroo slumps his heavy body against you slightly before leaning down to kiss you.

you blink when you both pull apart. "that was..."

he stiffens, worry etched across his face. "too much? i'm sorry if—"

"perfect." you giggle, pushing his sweaty fringe out of the way to wipe his forehead of sweat.

"good! i mean, great!" kuroo grins widely. "that reminds me, please cancel my meeting at 6." he says, watching you redo his tie.

you tilt your head to the side. "'cancel'? may i ask why?" you inquire. it's very out of character for kuroo to cancel a meeting. he usually always makes them no matter what.

"I'm taking you to dinner," he answers, fixing the rest of himself up and then you.

"i-tetsu, you don't have to. i know you're busy." you respond. "i'm okay—we are okay."

kuroo pouts and shakes his head. "i want to. you were right about me overworking myself. i'm sorry for not giving you the attention i should." he says, a guilty look on his face.

"you should really apologize to your daughters. they miss you more." you tease, kissing him as a way of 'apology accepted'.

"yeah i know," he nods sheepishly, "but i just wanted you to know you're important to me."

"you're important to me too, tetsu." you smile, squeezing his hand.

a blush creeps up kuroo's neck as he stares at you and he mentally scolds himself for being what kenma called, 'soft'.

you tilt your head to the side. "why are you staring at me like that?"

"nothing. just happy that you're stuffed full of my cum right now and have to walk around trying to hold it in~" kuroo answers and you hit him in the chest.

"pervert." you hiss, face burning with embarrassment.

"you love me though," he says, heart skipping a beat when you say 'unfortunately' in return. yeah, you're definitely the one.

he only hopes that the ring in his suit jacket isn't that noticeable.

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[p-antomime]

heart-shaped b♡x!

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!toji, unprotected sex, pinning, edging, fingering, size!kink, huge age gap, hints of pain play, nicknames, breeding!kink, mention of phone sex.

𖦹 pairings: best friend's dad!fushiguro toji x fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. this is for The Dilf List!; collab by my pretty doll & lovey @cirigiri! <3 thank ya so much for letting me join the collab lucy, i love ya !

He was a nice surprise. Nice, tall, broad-shouldered that looked even nicer when he wore the dress shirts from his work with your father, greenish eyes that reminded you of the grass of the flat fields and calloused fingers that you knew made sparks run across your skin because of the few times they brushed against your shoulder or forearm. 

You felt that deep, deep down, deeper than you allowed yourself to shed light of knowledge, maybe you romanticized his figure too much, but boys your age didn't help themselves to make you have good judgment. And deep, deep down, deeper than you allowed yourself to remember the next day, was the way he pounded inside you with one hand over your mouth to keep you from making noise and waking your friend across the hall in the house. 

The truth was that you liked the sense of security Toji gave you with simple glances or sideways smiles that made his lip scar tug and the way you felt your heart blossom like a rose in spring every time he made some comment that Megumi didn't catch, but that you did. And if Toji was good at doing things in secret to keep you out of trouble with your friend, he was even better at saying things in secret, like the times you went out with him, your parents and his children and he would lean over from time to time to whisper things in your ear that almost always kept you up late; until the time he called you and your hand went under your pajamas and your ears picked up his heavy breathing on the other end of the call. 

Almost every day you would wake up wondering if he was going to come to your house with Megumi and Tsumiki in the weekend so you could smile brightly looking at the street from the bedroom window and pretend not to expect him to look up, stare at you and wave his hand like any of your dad's other work friends. 

The same goodbye Toji gave you today when he picked your dad up at home because the family car needed repair since last Monday and this week, he was willing to help him with the commute from your home to the commercial building in downtown Tokyo. But, in compensation, you would be home alone reviewing most of the college content that had unwittingly accumulated with the passage of time. 

As you slumped in bed, fiddling with your phone and promising yourself that you would only start studying when the clock struck a rounded hour, maybe 2:30 or 2:40, an idea lit up your mind almost prematurely and eyes immediately fell on the closet. A deep breath made your chest expand; you fed your secret idea a little more. 

It wouldn't hurt to go visit Toji at his work, right? If Megumi asked where you were all day, you could tell him you were visiting your dad and, in the end, you might end up having dinner with him and making Toji spend more time with you for the rest of the day, since your father needed his car to get home. 

With this and, only this in mind, you went not only to take a shower, but also to get ready and choose the pink sundress that Megumi's own father had bought for you and you had told your best friend that it had been a gift from Nobara for your last birthday. He liked that piece of clothing, you knew it, he said it looked so "fucking amazing" because it made you look like a doll. 

After that, it didn't take long for you to finish getting ready and go to the nearest subway station, your heart beating faster as the stations passed by on the billboard and you got closer to the business district of their work. Every time it was the same: 

You saw Toji, even from afar, and it seemed as if your heart rebelled against your brain's willpower and denounced how much you liked — and your mind dares to whisper: loved — him. Maybe that man, that DILF would never get out of your head and out of your little heart-shaped ballerina box where he played the music and you danced as he wanted. 

"Whoa, whoa, where d’you think you're going, lassie?", was the first thing that hit your ears as soon as you stopped in front of the huge door of the building and turned around to check where exactly you needed to go to get in with your ID card.  

"Excuse me?", you replied looking over one shoulder; it wasn't Toji, much less your father, it was just one of the four guards who took turns guarding that entrance. 

"I said where do you think you are going, are you lost?"  

"Not really," you replied looking around, as if you were secretly searching for the only man you were interested in in that building, "Do y’know if I need–" 

"Your ID card, please.", his tone was firmer this time and you looked at him for long seconds before showing him what was asked and watching him take longer than necessary to check your age, name and photo, "That last name, did you come to see your father?" 

You bit the inside of your cheek, if you lied, what would be the consequences of that? 

"My father works here?" 

"You don't know where your father works?" 

"He doesn't tell me about his work, so, no," you reached for the ID card again, "But, I'm looking for a man named Toji, Toji Fushiguro, I have something to deliver to him!" 

Alright, you could tell from the guard's face that he wasn't taking you seriously and knew that if you weren't lying, at the very least you were mixing some truths with omissions. 

"Miss, I will–." a hand whose fingers you knew all too well placed itself on the shoulder of the tall man in front of you and a mixture of anxiety, anticipation and excitement poisoned you inside. Now, yes, it was him, just him. 

"Can I help this little lady here, Kento?", his voice sounded as melodious as ever and you almost felt your pupils turn into hearts as you finally got to stare at the same jade eyes as always. 

"I came to see you, Fushiguro," you knew that in the company they usually called each other by their last name. 

"Mhm, I can tell," Toji replied agreeing with his head before turning to the blonde still looking at you like you were a naughty child who stole candy from his basket, "You can leave it t’me, Kento, I know her father and I'll take her to him after she's done talking to me, ‘kay?" 

It was obvious that this guy trusted Toji more than you, and you couldn't really blame him. 

Almost as if by magic, you were walking into that big company that seemed less cold inside when you were outside and the brunette's hand was resting in the middle of your back dictating where you should walk until you reached the elevator and he pressed one of the higher floors. 

"You...," your voice came out almost as a whisper, "Aren't you going to ask why I came?". And he glared at you before crossing arms and making you look away from the floor so you wouldn't see the way his social shirt clung to his forearms and collarbones, "I know you well enough to know that you didn't come here to see your father, let alone Megumi even if he's your best friend." 

You felt your legs wobble a little, especially because of the sideways grin he opened when he saw that you didn't expect this response. 

"Are you mad at me?", the question came out without you thinking very carefully as you leaned against one side of the elevator. 

"I can't be mad at you when you're wearing this," his head jerked in the direction of the hem of it and then his attention went to the floor signs until his was reached. 

"Are you taking me to your office?" 

"Would you prefer I take you to your father's? Or take you to my home where Megumi is?", Toji asked looking over one shoulder and gesturing with his index finger for you to follow him until you both stopped in front of a wide door whose only name in the top center was 'Fushiguro'. 

"No, they'd both be kind of pissed about... everything," he gave you space to enter first and you felt like you were seeing a bit of his personal life that went beyond yourself, as his place somehow expressed a bit of his unique personality. 

"Next time you come in here unannounced I might have to tell on you, doll," Toji spoke up and motioned to the spacious couch that was diagonally across from his desk full of papers, you understood that you were supposed to go sit there and your voice only came back to you after you had done so: "But, there's nothing to tell on him, I'm just his daughter coming to visit him at his work.” 

"Even you don't believe that yourself, Y/N," he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to forearms and then crossed them over his chest before leaning back on the edge of the office desk to stare at you, "Now, speaking as the guy in charge of you today ‘till the end of my shift, I think you should be grounded for not thinking straight before coming here." 

One eyebrow slowly rose, you were asking him without using words if he was serious. 

"Yeah, I'm dead serious, girls like you, who are, y'know...," Toji walked towards you and took his place sitting next to you, "Smaller than me, easily breakable, shouldn’t just think that they can do everything they want"; a wan chuckle escaped your lips and you crossed arms before looking away. 

“Younger than you,” you corrected him and though his hand had sneaked up on your knee and a shiver ran through your body for it, your attention remained diverted. 

"Smaller than me," Toji spoke again, this time more firmly and along with that harsh tone came the bottom of your panties slowly getting wetter, the firm grip he had on you was insane, it was scary even. 

His hand went a little higher, crossing the edge of the dress and placing itself between your thighs before you instinctively opened them and let him reach the bottom of your undies. Toji could easily force your legs open if he wanted to, he had done it before and you weren't exactly against it, but he had recently discovered that it was better, more intoxicating if you silently humbled yourself and showed how desperate you were for his more experienced touch. 

"Too small for my fingers, for my cock, even for my mouth," he spoke pulling the hem of your dress until it left your thighs and crotch completely uncovered, "Spread your legs, pretty thing", after that was out of his mouth, you looked up at him again and let legs move further apart from each other, "Unless you don't want me to get between your thighs, is it what you–" 

The elation and urgency spoke louder, you didn't think straight before interrupting him. 

"I want it! Want your fingers inside of me, Toji," he looked at you as if he was about to make you regret not thinking straight before acting and you ironically felt the bottom of your panties get even wetter. 

"You are so stubborn and rude today, where did the good girl I like so much go?" 

His fingers slid into your panties, pressed themselves against your clit and your thoughts began to break and crumble almost immediately, "But, I—'m still your good girl, Toji." 

By the time you finished speaking, he was forcing three of his large fingers into your too-small entrance to take them all at once. You tried to close your legs; his other hand kept them open. 

"You are, huh? A good girl would never try to close her legs when 'm being so good and nice for her, letting her use my fingers to get off," Toji replied staring at you and held you sitting against the couch by the waist as his digits slammed deep inside you and a whimper of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from the bottom of your throat. 

"Toji, y'know I can— cannot take your fingers like this, it's hur—" 

"That's why I told you that you're smaller than me, but you're always being so stubborn," he replied and moved his fingers again, this time curving them and making you gasp, the knot at the bottom of your belly getting tighter and walls compressing his digits harder, "And, besides this, you came here for this, don't ya? To be the fuckdoll of an older guy." 

That simple sentence from him almost had you cumming, you had to squeeze the edge of your dress to remind yourself that he never gave you permission to cum. 

"Wanna cum? This easily? You're lasting less than the last time I fucked you," he left a tender kiss against your cheek and, unlike expected, his fingers stopped moving completely, "If you wanna cum this bad, fuck yourself on my fingers and I may let you have my cock after it." 

"I c-cannot, your fingers ngh, too big, Toji," you didn't even care anymore if you were swallowing a few words, the only thing you cared about was being able to cum even though you couldn't take even his digits properly and he let out a mocking chuckle before curving them inside you and rubbing against your most sensitive spot. 

"You are not even trying so hard, doll, the only thing you need to do is move your hips," Toji moved them back and forth and up and down, literally as if you were a doll and you could see his fingers appearing and disappearing over and over again, "Like this, your pretty brain can make you do this, can't it?" 

All you did was gasp and keep moving without his help until you were really on your own fucking yourself on his big fingers that filled you so well. Every now and then he rubbed his palm against your throbbing swollen clit just to watch you squirm and try to get down faster. 

The wet sounds coming from your pussy and the sight of it being stretched almost to its limits made his cock so hard that it almost hurt from the discomfort of the pants. He knew he couldn't wait any longer to fuck you and make you go back to your home dripping with his cum, but, still: it was so cute and good to see you trying your best to chase your orgasm using only his fingers. 

You were so close, just needed a little more. If he'd curved his fingers, you’d have come at that very second — and Toji knew it, knew it better than anyone, your body was too easy to decipher and so he immediately pulled you onto his lap as he unbuttoned his pants and in a matter of seconds you were sitting right on his big fat dick, feeling every vein rub against your sensitive walls and the tip of it kissing your cervix. It was enough to make you cum and bite his shoulder trying not to moan too loudly. 

"Cumming just by having my cock inside you? Tsk, that's quite pathetic, doll," he grabbed your face by the chin to pull you into a kiss and used his other hand to start fucking you through your orgasm and down and up over his lap, "But, still, you're my pathetic pretty girl."  

You agreed dumbly with the head trying not to let the eyes water from the excess pleasure eating away at you, it was already expected that he wasn't going to stop after your first orgasm. Nothing with Toji was just one time thing, he always needed to push you to the limit and turn you into the drooling mess that only knew how to babble his name between moans. 

His cock went way deeper than his fingers and that's exactly what you needed: to be filled first until you felt the tip kissing your cervix and then to have his cum filling you from the inside all the way to the brim while his hands roamed and groped your body and his lips sucked and licked your tits as they were doing now; all while you bounced on his dick and finished milking him completely. 

His head fell back just as his cream began to spurt inside you and it was the perfect chance for you to leave a series of hickeys on the skin of his neck, just below the collar of his dress shirt, before his fingers rubbed your clit and pulled you into another climax. 

"Fuck, you're gonna get me in trouble someday, princess," he spoke between grunts, his head still slumped back as he moved your hips against his lap to make you take more of his cum and roll over his dick almost in a threat to keep fucking you. 

"You're so, so deep, Toji, I can feel you so deep," you whispered and looked down to see the white wheel of cum forming at the base of his cock still inside you. 

"Mhm, but you can take me deeper, can't you?", Toji held you by the waist and switched positions to have you lying on the office couch, your legs immediately placing themselves around his hips, "We have...," his head turned to the side and he checked the time, "Twenty minutes before Megumi arrives and comes to find me, think you can make me cum within that time?" 

A playful smile appeared on his lips and you promptly moved hips up and down in a silent positive response. The only things you could hear for the rest of that time in the place were your moans, his grunts and the wet sound coming from where the two of you were connected. 

You weren't even thinking of an excuse to give your best friend friend about why your legs were more wobbly than usual and how his dad Mr. Fushiguro Toji's clothes — father of two children, Tsumiki & Megumi — were too wrinkled. 

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homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire. 

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her. 

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad,  the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?” 

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you. 

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…” 

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.” 

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!” 

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?” 

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.” 

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter  that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?” 

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families  with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises  and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different. 

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself. 

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you. 

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you. 

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later. 

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts?  Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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Salted Caramel

MINORS DNI - DARK-ISH CONTENT

DILF List Colab

Contains: Fem!Reader x Bodyguard!Daichi, Film noir au, gunplay, nicknames (doll, love, darling, good girl, and hun), Public sex (backroom), praise, tity sucking both receiving, thigh riding, un protected penetrative sex, grinding of all types, smoking, strangers to lovers, both Daichi and Reader switch power dynamics multiple times, guest starring Detective Sugawara, the phrase “worthless dicks” but not towards anyone, at the end theres a little surprise about Daichis abilities

“This is your new job; no room for argument.”

You sit in the detective's office, your identity concealed behind the drawn blinds. As negotiations continue, smoke flows past your parted lips and swirls in the air, filling the space between you. Detective Sugawara hired you off the record to sweet-talk a lead in his investigation and get him to spill information he normally wouldn't. Men are weak after a few giggles and batting eyes; they stop using their heads and start using their worthless dicks.

You get up from the little leather seat and put your cigarette out on the tray. "Alright, alright, don't go snapping your cap. As long as you pay what was promised, I'm happy to assist. I’ll decide on any extra fees later. ” While adjusting the straps of his pistol holster, you give him a teasing wink. His coat hangs off the back of his chair and his hair is all disheveled and messy. He might just be the next on your Dilf hit list. A little love never hurts no one. But right now, you’re curious about the mystery man in the dark. “Don’t think I haven't noticed your little guard dog watching back there. Who's the stud?”

“That's Sawamura, an old friend of mine and your new bodyguard. You're essential to this case so I can't put you in any sort of danger. ” Daichi pushes off the wall, making his way closer to the desk. “He’s trained in several different defenses and surveillance tactics. He’ll keep you safe; you have my word.“

Finally you can get a decent look at him standing beneath the light. Warm facial features, like when his eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles, give a certain sense of peace. Gray and brown streaks run across his hair. He ages like fine wine. His body, on the other hand, screams all kinds of danger, shoulders broad and stiff, ready for anything. “Are you doubting the lady's ability to protect herself, Kōshi?” His tone is lighthearted and teasing, the kind you'd use with a friend. His voice was rich but sugary, like salted caramel. You’d do anything just hear him speak sweet words to you. 

"The mayor normally goes to the same bar at the same time every night. You'll sit next to him and do your thing." Sugawara blatantly disregards the comment, clearly annoyed. "Pique his interest by laughing at his flat jokes and praising his politics. Feed into his ego a bit. Then ask him about the upcoming endorsement. I need to know where it's being held. That scumbag is up to something bad." 

He walks away from his desk to rummage through a metal filing cabinet. He pulls out two files, one from each drawer. One is new and slim. The other is exceedingly thick and worn, looks like it's been around a while.

“Alright I get she's getting paid but what’s in it for me?” Daichi asks. 

Stepping back, Sugawara throws the folders onto the desk in front of you. Both are labeled Daichi Sawamura. You reach to open the thicker one but only get a glimpse of a young Daichi’s mugshot before he slams his hand over it. He tenses ever so slightly.

“You get me not throwing you in jail. How about that?” Sugawara sends him a warning glare. 

“And a pretty lady to spend the night with? What a steal.” Daichi quickly recovers back into his teasing tone.

“Hands off her. I'm warning you, you lay a single hand on her that isn't to push her away from a moving car and I'm hauling your ass to a cold concret cell where your only sense of escape is your own hand. Am I clear?” He gives your new bodyguard a hard, questioning stare. Which he only returns with a smug smile.

“Crystal.” 

“Good. You have three hours before he gets to the bar. You’re going to wait outside until he gets there and go in after him. Stay close enough that it isn't obvious you're together.”

"Darling, this isn't my first rodeo; I know what I'm doing. No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll provide you with all the information you want and more." Your sweet words immediately soothe him. You’re sure of yourself and don't need anyone to tell you what to do.

“Good. Now go, get out and get this done. Good luck.” 

“Yes sir.” 

You both exit, leaving behind a very stressed detective. He knew pairing you two was a bad idea, but he was desperate and you’re the best option he has. 

A blanket of fog covers the streets, bright lights from stores and businesses cast off and give the night a sense of purpose. You continue down the sidewalk together in comfortable silence for a little bit

“How do you know the detective?” You ask, curious about the file you saw. 

"We've been friends since high school, but after we got to college, he went down the noble road, and let's just say I didn't. He always got me out of trouble, and I went to do it again. He warned me he'd lose his job as a cop if he continued to help me." Your heels clicking on the pavement and his shoes tapping on the little puddles seem to sync. "Don't blame me since I was a real jerk back then, but I eventually got him fired."

“Of course you did. That file looked like it could kill you with one hit.” He gives you a gruff chuckle. 

"Yes, but that didn't seem to stop him. He started his own detective agency and, if you ask me, he's doing pretty well. But, doll, I could ask you the same question? You don't work for the company, so how do you know him?"

“I guess he has a thing for criminals.”

You turn on the street where the bar is. You go for the alley way across the street to get a good view of the door. The mayor should be there soon. You both give a relieved sigh as you lean back against the facing walls. Again both of you laugh in sync. 

You take the chance to check out the man who’s supposed to be protecting you the rest of the night. Arms cross in front of his all too tight coat. His chest and biceps look like they’re going to burst through the fabric. Your mind fills with thoughts of running your nails across his broad chest, leaving red lines to mark him up. Tracing his muscles with your lips pausing to give his thighs extra attention. Your gaze stops at the front of his pants, noticing the slight bulge.

"If you don't want to get in trouble, I suggest you stop staring at me like that doll."

Your eyes trail back up his body to meet his eyes. “Is that a gun in your pocket?”

“I keep my gun in my coat." His eyes flicker with a certain playfulness that makes your blood run hot. “So what has little Ms. Perfect done to taint her record?” 

“I have a nasty habit of wanting what I can’t have, so I take it. Like your pretty watch.” You reach into your coat pocket to take out a cigarette, placing it between your lips. Your sleeves slide down to reveal his watch adorning your wrist. 

Pushing off the wall he leans in closer to you. He mirrors your confidence and reaches into his coat to hand you a lighter. Your silver lighter. “That’s pretty impressive darling.” 

He flicks it open and moves the flame closer to you, never breaking eye contact. Finally he lights your cigarette and blows out the flame, letting you feel his warm breath on your cheek. He reaches down to your coat pocket and slips the lighter inside, letting his hand rest on your hip.

You caress the side of his face with one hand and hold your cigarette in the other, bringing his face to yours, barely brushing his lips. 

“Open up handsome.” 

He wordlessly follows your instruction letting you kiss the smoke into his mouth. His grip tightens as he deepens the kiss, pulling your hips closer to him. He wants to feel you closer, he needs closer.

Your hand moves to his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. You give his ear a gentle bite making him hiss in pleasure. Kissing up his jaw and down his neck leaving him a groaning mess. 

Across the street a fancy black car pulls up to the bar. A man in a suit climbs out. He looks like the typical fat cat. Rich and an ego big enough for two. 

“Where’s my security huh?!” He yells for the whole city to hear.

In response, Daichi perks up and groans. He pulls away hesitantly and rests his head on yours to catch his breath. He lets go of your hip with one last squeeze. You give him a desperate look, pleading him to stay and forget the mission. You need him.

He steps back and pulls off his large coat to reveal a crisp black suit underneath. 

“The boss calls, I need to get to work. See you inside, doll.” He gives you one last wicked smile before jogging across the street. 

“Mr. Mayor over here! Sorry I’m late. I should have been here before you.” 

Of course, the ass has his own plan. Pretending to be the damn mayor's bodyguard to stay close to you. You quickly kill your cigarette and make yourself presentable, with a few finishing touches. You put on a more flattering shade of lipstick, undo a few buttons of your shirt, and open up your coat.

You quickly scan the bar for the mayor and his apparent 'security.' They're sitting on opposite sides of the curved high-top bar, almost facing each other if it weren't for the bartender in the way.

“The usual.” The mayor demands the bartender. He’s obviously used to getting what he wants, whenever he wants. 

The bartender starts preparing the drink and putting ice in it. The mayor ditched his coat and blazer, leaving only his button-down shirt on. You quickly glance towards Daichi to see he’s done the same but his sleeves were neatly rolled up. His forearms exposed for your hungry gaze. Tattoos littered what little is exposed, obviously hinting to a much larger piece on the rest of his arm. Your curiosity gets the better of you as you start to wonder how far down they go.

When did you sit next to the Mayor? 

“What’s today's special?” You ask the bartender to set up your innocent façade. 

“She’ll have something sweet and light.” The mayor perks up next to you at the opportunity to order for you. His voice gets darker the more he speaks. You fight to hold down the whole body shiver that threatens to rack through you. 

“Oh that sounds lovely. I don't come here too often.” 

“It’s alright dear.” He places his hand over yours. He felt so cold and cruel compared to Daichi. You’d rather be across the bar clinging to his arm, stealing sips from his drink. 

Minutes pass by as you warm up to the mayor. You humor him with fake laughs that seem genuine from an outside view but Daichi knew better. He knew you’d rather be with him, pulling his tie to get him impossibly closer. Hands roaming his body to grab on to whatever you can as he makes you his, claiming your pretty little cunt. His head began to hurt from how hard he was clenching his jaw. The drink basically shaking in his hand. 

“Oh Mr. Mayor, you're too kind! Tell me more about your campaign. You can’t trust the word on the street these days. What’s better than right from the source?” You give him a playful wink. Taking a quick sip from your drink you notice Daichi staring right at you. His eyes tell you exactly how he feels about your acting. He can see right through your bullshit. You ignore his jealous gaze and give your attention back to the mayor.

“Well I guess I can’t keep a lady waiting.” He goes on to tell you about where the next event is so you can meet him there and cheer him on. He has to be all kinds of stupid if he actually thinks you’re on his side. 

“Of course I'll be there. Maybe you could give me the V.I.P treatment while I'm there.” 

“We could always leave n-“ 

As Daichi slams his drink down across the bar, a man with similar colored clothes as the mayor walks in and rushes towards you. 

“They're asking for you outside sir! It’s about your upcoming campaign.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Now? I’ll handle this quickly. Don't go leaving now honey.” 

The mayor rushes towards the door with the other man. Daichi without a hesitation crosses the bar and grabs hold of your hand. He ignores your protests and questions about where you're going. He leads you through several doors of what looks like the backrooms of the bar. Finally finding the room he wants he rushes you inside and locks the door behind him, throwing his blazer on the desk behind you.  

“He’s so lucky his babysitter came to save him cause one more second of whatever the fuck that was and i would’ve lost it.” 

“I was doing my job. Yeah he’s gross but I got what we needed.” You search his face in the dark room for any sign of emotion. You flick on the desk lamp to find him furious. He wanted to be the one you were gushing about. He wanted to be the one answering all your questions with pride. “Are you jealous?” 

“Of him? Please.” 

“Yeah? Cause this says otherwise.” You place your hand on the tent forming in his pants. “This tells me you haven’t stopped thinking of me.” You trace his outline gently, moving up and down. He leans into you shivering. 

“Yes, I can't stop thinking about you.”

He was quick to move, grabbing your wrist again and pulling you towards an armchair in the office. Sitting down first, he holds you by the waist in front of him, just admiring you. He looks at you with big doe eyes, like you’re the prettiest thing in the world.

You grab hold of his shoulders and straddle his lap, giving his thighs an experimental squeeze. Laughing at your teasing demeanor he pulls you in for a kiss. You grind into his hardened dick, making him groan in response. Your lips make work of his neck, giving him slow soft kisses. 

“The second his hands touched you I wanted to go over there and pull you away.” His voice was strained and whiny. You roll your hips into him again this time adding a bite to his neck. He gasps, jerking his hips up.

“Yeah baby? I’m yours now, show me how much you want me. How much you need me.” 

He desperately paws at your shirt buttons, popping the last few open in annoyance. He places soft kisses on the exposed parts of your chest, stopping to nip at your collar bone. You continue grinding with soft open mouthed sighs. His nose traces your jawline as his hand sneaks behind you to unclasp your bra exposing you to his needy gaze. His shirt comes off next, your bare chests touching in a frenzy of desperation and want. You felt his hands touch every exposed part of your body and tug at what was left of your clothes.

“Off.” 

The simple command sent shivers down your spine. Quickly snatching the zipper down on your skirt he pushes your hand away before you could finish sliding it off your ass himself. His hands smooth over your thighs giving them soft squeezes. 

“Get my gun and lose the panties doll.” 

Another irresistible command. You sway your hips as you walk over to the desk, if he was going to make you wait then you were definitely going to tease. He leaned back into the chair spreading his thighs, watching each and every movement you made. 

Reaching into the pocket of his coat you pulled out his pistol. Engraved into the handle were the letters S.D. 

“Look. Don’t touch.” 

Giving commands of your own you began your little show. Feeling the cool metal of the gun against your skin makes you shiver, goosebumps erupting along your chest. You slowly trace the barrel of the gun across your tits. Moving it all the way down to your hips you catch the edge of your panties. You make contact with his heated gaze and hold it, never letting it waver. Slipping the gun into your panties you push them down your legs and carefully step out of them. You hold up the pretty piece of lingerie dangling off the end of the gun. You toss them in his direction which he catches. 

“You're soaking for me. All pretty and exposed.”

“I wish I could say the same.” You hummed, pressing the barrel of the gun to his hard-on. “Off.” 

You lifted your hand tapping his chin with the gun making him look up at you through his lashes. God he could cum on the spot. You had this commanding presence that made him crazy. Lifting his hips off the seat he slipped everything off. His dick resting on his stomach, small beads of pre dribbling down his length.

“Come here.” He reaches out for you. 

You lower yourself back into his lap, taking your nipple into his mouth before you could settle. He suckles at it using one hand to tug at the other, giving both well deserved attention. Entangling your hand in his silvering hair you pull him further into you letting him bite and twirl his tongue around your sensitive nipples. You felt yourself dripping on his lap. Shifting your legs you moved to straddle only one of his muscular thighs. You felt yourself hovering, feeling unsure if you should. 

“Use me all you need.” Were the only words you needed before you started grinding his thigh. 

Your lips crashed together, swallowing your pretty moans every time he flexed his thigh and your clit throbbed. Grabbing onto your ass he guided your hips at a faster pace, purposefully making slick noises with your arousal. He loved it messy. 

You pull away from the kiss trying to catch your breath only to gasp when he starts bouncing his thigh. Your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable pleasure.

“Not too loud love. Only I get to hear you.” 

He pulls you back in, giving your lip a small bite. You suckled at his tongue making his cock twitch against his stomach. He felt your mouth curve into a smile at his reaction. 

You felt the waves of heat and pleasure become stronger as you felt sweet release. “Don’t stop please”

“Don’t worry I got you.”

Finally pure ecstasy crashes through you. You claw at his chest trying to find some kind of grounding point, settling for his neck, you rest your forehead on his shoulder. He feels your shuddering breath and trembling body and a wave of pride washes over him. If he could make you feel this good without basically trying you couldn't even imagine what his tongue could do. 

“You ok?” He circles your back soothingly. 

“More than” He chuckles at your exasperated voice.

“Good cause I’m not done” He adjusts your position to his liking, now properly straddling his dick. 

He slides his tip through your pussy circling figure 8’s around your throbbing clit and entrance. He stops to tease your slit, feeling you clench around nothing. 

“Feel empty love?” 

“Yes, need you please!” 

Slowly he guides himself inside you groaning at your warmth. He grips your ass guiding you further down in shallow thrusts. Holding back the need to just slam you down on his cock and have you. 

“Good girl, that's it. Just a little more.” You shiver at his praise. “Oh? You like being called a good girl don’t you? I can feel you squeeze me baby” 

“Please, you feel so good” 

You bounce gently encouraging him to start moving and pound into you. But he ignores your implication, laying back once again to watch you.

You lift your hips leaving only his head inside you, you tighten around him relishing in the way he moans. Reaching between your bodies you grab hold of him and stroke. You drag only his tip in and out of your slit in time with your hand. He gives a pained whimper at your tease.

He grabs hold of your hips trying to push into your warmth again, craving the feeling from earlier. You give a sound of disapproval.

“If you’re going to tease and expect me to do all the work then you take what I give you.” 

“Yes ma’am” His voice is both teasing and desperate. 

You take his perk nipple into your mouth, grinding down to take him all at once. He throws his head back in pure ecstasy. He tries to match your pace, rocking his hips into you. 

“Please let me fuck you please”

He sounds so desperate to please you. Poor baby. You grab hold of his wrists and guide his hands to your hips. 

“Your turn”

Placing a soft kiss on your chest he sets a fast pace. 

“You tease too much doll” 

His fingers dig into your hips pulling whines and moans from you. Waves of pleasure build through your body as you cling to him, fingers tangled in his hair. 

“Don't stop, I'm so close please!” 

“No way in hell am I stopping baby, feel s’good.” 

Both of you cling and gasp in a desperate mess, lost in pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you in a haze, he follows you shortly after. His breaths fans your nose, foreheads pressed together as you come down from your highs.

“I think you can officially check me off your list doll.”

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Archived Feelings

Character: Levi Ackerman

Gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

wc: 3k

tags: suggestive in spots.

Y’ALL I ACTUALLY GOT BETA READERS. @jotatetsuken & @anxi-aashi beloveds

for @cirigiri's dilf collab. You can find the other pieces here

You were always a bright student. The top of your class, the favorite student for almost every  teacher, the brightest star amongst your classmates. So why the fuck are you staring at a B- on your midterm paper? The letter was bright red and almost mocking you with the circle around it only amplifying it. Red pen littered the paper, with the smallest mistake being called out. The sound of the professor's voice pulled you from your shock. 

"If you think I graded you unfairly, see me during my office hours. Even if I end up finding more mistakes, I'll only change your grade if you get a higher one." Your eyes were full of venom as you scowled at him. Professor Levi Ackerman was the current bane of your existence. He must make up for his lack of height in his abundance of audacity, you thought. To think you looked up to him, enough to come to this college to be under his tutelage. All of those expectations you had of him being a passionate and wonderful teacher and mentor were shattered the moment you got that B- back. It felt more like he was a bully, or even a tyrant, seeming to mess with his student’s grade to exert his power over them. You let out a silent scoff and gathered your papers as he immediately dismissed class. Going back to your dorm, your roommates could feel the frustration rolling off of you, a thick aura weighing down on anyone around you. This was your freshman year of college, and the college history course you took in high school was a breeze, so why were you struggling now? You vented out to Annie, one of your roommates, and she sighed. 

"He's the head of the history department. It practically gives him immunity because he wrecks GPAs. I have no idea as to  how many students’ 4.0 or near 4.0 GPAs he tanked. The only people that literally have it easy are the people in the intro classes, or people who aren't in the major but are taking the class as an elective." Another roommate, Sasha piped up.

"Yeah and he doesn't accept late submissions at all. I submitted an assignment a half an hour late, and he wouldn't accept it. Like, unless you give a valid excuse with documentation, or accommodations, he won't accept it. I heard some girl broke her wrist and he didn't accept her late assignment without a letter from the hospital."

"She gave him the letter though," Annie replied, knowing that story all too well. The girl was an ex of hers. 

"Yeah, but the grades were already submitted, so she missed the deadline. And for her final too."

"Sasha, you realize that she waited till the last second to turn in the paperwork, right? Do you remember when Ymir broke her arm and Professor Ackerman literally recorded his lectures for her and gave her handwritten notes? He's not mean, he just punishes procrastinators."

"Well, he's punishing me!” You shrug your shoulders in exasperation, as you continue, “I turned in my paper early and quadruple-checked it. But still, a B-!" Annie and Sasha stared at you in shock. 

"A B-? Damn he must hate you." You glared daggers at Sasha while Annie punched her arm. 

"Sasha, shut the fuck up." Sasha whined and you stormed into your room, biding your time until his office hours opened. The moment that time came around, you walked with a purpose, your anger almost coming to a head. A path was practically cleared for you, everyone trying to avoid your wrath. As you approached his door, you saw his name plated in bronze almost mocking you. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. A quiet "come in" sounded from the door, and you opened the door, stepping into an office that looked like it was out of a magazine. Everything was so pristine, and almost too clean, and he sat at his desk, staring at you intently over a book.

"I suggest you start speaking since you clearly came here for something." You wanted to roll your eyes, but you held it in. 

"Good afternoon professor. I wanted to see you about my midterm paper."

"Let me see it." You handed him the paper and he looked over it. 

"I think the B- is a bit harsh." Levi scoffed. 

"Y/N L/N. Your name has been running around the department as the star student. That reputation won't save you in my class. If you want a good grade, you have to earn it. It’s because that my fellow professors think highly of you, that I'm going to hold you to a higher standard than your classmates. So, either you're going to shine brighter than your classmates or fizzle out. But I'm not going to take it easy on you." You stared at him in astonishment. 

"Why?"

"I've seen so many students cruise on their reputation and so, professors baby them. But that'll not be the case in my classes. I'm being upfront with you right now, so either you can either change majors, and avoid me as a professor as best as you can, or fight." He handed you your paper back and you made your way back to your dorm, your resolve building with each step you took. You were going to fight. 

For the next three years, you took numerous classes with him, always going to him to double check your papers before submitting them. With how often you saw him, you both became closer, not only building a strong professional relationship, but a budding crush also grew simultaneously. Levi was an amazing professor, an extremely strict one, but you learned that if you asked for help, he'll give it to you, although he'd be grumpy about it the entire time.

Before you knew it, it was the weekend of graduation. Your finals were done and over with, and now it was time to celebrate. On Saturday morning, you woke up to an email from Professor Ackerman, asking to see you in his office. Your heart skipped a beat and you put in a little more effort than you should have in getting ready, but you're probably never going to see him again, so you have to make it count. 

As you arrived, you knocked on his door, and he opened it, ushering you in before closing the door.

"Y/N,” he addressed you, “I have to admit, you've been my favorite student these past 4 years. I don't think a student will ever surpass the expectations you've set." You beamed with pride and nodded in gratitude. "Are you hungry?” He inquired, “I made reservations at a restaurant for us, if you're comfortable with that. There's something that I want to discuss, and a celebration to be had." The moment you nodded, he stood up and grabbed his coat, ushering you out of his office and leading you to his car. It was sleek and black, and shiny as if he bought it within the last couple days. Even the interior was almost factory fresh. In your gawking, Levi started his car, the roar of the engine pulling you from your stupor. You quickly buckle up, and he does the same before pulling out. 

The drive to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable one, both of you content with each other's company. Soon enough, he stopped the car in front of a high end restaurant, and climbed out. You came out after him, and you saw his eye twitch a bit at the sight, but he still looked as stoic as normal. A man came up to him and Levi gave him the car keys before leading you into the restaurant. You felt so out of your depth, feeling like a clown in the middle of Wall Street. Everything practically glittered, and you were stuck in your awe as you were guided to your table, subconsciously walking with Levi. Levi pulled out your seat and you sat, your attention now fully on him. The lighting almost made the man look soft, admiration swam in his eyes although it was very easy to miss. How many times has he  given you that look without you even realizing? 

"Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your graduation,” he responded to you as he sat down, “Summa Cum Laude is a great feat. I'm extremely proud of the work you've done."

"Thank you Professor. Your help really made the difference."

"Don't disregard your own talent. I was only there to assist. Everything else came from you. All those late hours that we pulled together, as well as the ones you did on your own, and the hundreds of drafts that you had to redo over and over again, you decided to pull through. At any point, you could have given up from my harsh mentorship, but you took it in stride. That's extremely admirable of you." You smiled at his kind words. The waiter came and took your orders, Levi ordering you a dish that you were looking at but ignored due to the high price. After the waiter left, Levi's attention was back on you. 

"I'm going to get into the real reason I invited you here." He leaned forward and clasped his fingers together, looking at you intensely. You felt heat rise in your face and you quickly drank some of your water to calm down. "I want you to be my partner." You choked on your water, and he rubbed your back gently, apologizing.

"Your what?" 

"My partner,” he clarified,  “I'm going to Berlin for a historical site, and I want you to come with me as my partner. They found numerous artifacts and want me to analyze them." Professional partner. Got it. He continued, "It'll be a great experience for you, and I know you're more than capable. Granted I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, but it'll be hands on practice, an internship if you will." 

"It's an honor," You responded, trying your best to play it cool, and failing miserably. Heat started flooding your face, and you looked visibly flustered. 

"Sorry to embarrass you like that,” he responded, continuing, “I'll inform them to book an extra room as well as another person to the flight manifest."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "Flight manifest?"

He nodded in agreement, saying, "They chartered a private plane to fly me there. We'll also be staying at a hotel near the site. Our meals will also be completely covered." 

Widening your eyes, you replied, "This is a lot."

"Considering my status as an archivist and historian, I'm not surprised," he responded. You know his status all too well.

"Professor,” you put your hands on the table as you inquired, “did I ever tell you why I picked this major and chose this university?" His gaze looked like he was picking you apart piece by piece.

"Tell me."

"When I was growing up, history wasn't my favorite subject,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders, “In fact, I hated it. I always did so poorly. But then in high school, we watched a video that involved  you looking through artifacts, explaining them piece by piece. I was so enamored with the way you spoke. I could see how much you loved what you did, and it was then that I found my love of history. I read all of your books, and even got a couple of them signed." 

He smiled softly, faintly remembering you, saying, "That's why you felt familiar."

You nodded, and responded, "I found out you taught here, and applied, hoping to take your classes. And I'm glad I did." Levi was so thankful that either you could see the flush rising to his face at your words or chose to keep it to himself. Maybe he's going to regret inviting you to Berlin, but he can't fathom the idea of never seeing you again. So he'd rather shove his feelings down and ignore them than act on them and never speak to you again. It's what he's done for the last year so keeping it up shouldn't be an issue. 

"You flatter me, Y/N."

"And you the same, professor."

"Please, call me Levi. You've graduated. I'm no longer your professor. And we’ll be working together as equals, so you're more than okay to refer to me with my first name." 

"Okay, Levi." He just felt his soul leave his body at the sound of his name. If he was a cat, you would hear him purring. "I look forward to working with you!"

"Me as well."

A month later, you were in Berlin, working side by side with Levi. Any time you heard the shower running, you wanted to scream, remembering the first night you moved in, seeing a towel only wrapped around his hips. How is a professor and historian built like that? He isn't ripped, but you definitely saw a six pack and an Adonis belt. You had to pretend as if you never saw him, as if that image doesn't take over your dreams, filling them with nothing but pure lust. Unbeknownst to you, Levi had the same conundrum, having seen you in your underwear when you accidentally left the door to your room open. Is he some kind of pervert? He must be with how often he thought about you. What's wrong with him and why can't he get it together? Rather than sort out his feelings, he bottles them up once more, while you do the same. He finds himself regretting that he brought you here like he has every day since you both arrived. 

One night all of the staff decided to go out and party. Levi has no idea how you roped him into this, but here you both are, Levi sitting on the table and you having the time of your life on the dance floor. His eyes are focused on you, and how could they not be with how bright you look, rivaling even the lights. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention. 

"Levi, you can't keep sitting here." He turned to see Hange, an archivist he's worked with before. 

"I'm fine here." Hange scoffed at Levi's words. 

"I don't think so. I see you staring at your coworker. It's so obvious you like them."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." A mischievous smile made its way onto Hange's face.

"So you won't mind if I go dance with them, right? They look like so much fun." Levi scowled and almost snarled before clearing his throat.

"Sure. Go have fun." Hange sauntered up to you, their presence only being made known to you with the scent of a sharp perfume. You never knew how to describe their scent as anything other than clean. Their breath was cool on your ear. 

"Hey Y/N. Wanna make Levi jealous?" You turn to them, certain that you didn’t hear them correctly, but they had a grin that you knew meant nothing but trouble. 

"What do you have in mind?"

"Dance with me. Give him a show." Your smile quickly matched their own, and you grabbed his hands before pulling them close. 

"And a show he'll get." Soon there was barely any space between you two as you both moved to the music. You honestly forgot about three songs in what your initial goal was, losing yourself to the music. Hange was so much fun, the both of you giggling when you bumped into each other or made a misstep. Their mood was contagious and you easily found yourself lost in them. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to earth, turning to face the person who wanted your attention only to see Levi. 

"Y/N. I'm going home. Have fun with Hange," he spoke through gritted teeth and looked composed, although you could tell he was seething. His jaw was clenching and unclenching and  a fire raged in his eyes.

"Give me a second and I'll come with you." Levi scoffs at your response.

"No, you're having so much fun with them and I wouldn't want to impede."

"Levi. We're heading home." You turned and kissed Hange on both cheeks. "See you tomorrow!"

"I look forward to it." They winked and you giggled, only serving to only worsen Levi's mood. Levi quickly pulled you out of the club, mumbling quietly. A taxi pulled up and you both stayed silent on the ride back to the apartment, but you could feel the tension crawling on your skin. As you entered the apartment, Levi walked behind you, closing the door gently. He has to remain calm. He shouldn't fuck this up. How can he get his feelings across to you in a way that doesn't make you uncomfortable? He's deep in thought and the sound of you calling his name breaks his concentration, his eyes focused on you. Before he could say anything, you walked up to him and kissed him, stealing his breath away. He quickly returned the kiss, holding a hand to your cheek. You never got the time to really pay attention to all of his callouses, the rough texture imprinting on your skin, but you felt as if this is where you belong, where you were meant to be. With him. By his side. You both broke away from the kiss as you let out a breathless chuckle. 

"Well, I'm glad I'm bold enough for the both of us. You would have taken forever to confess." He scoffed at your words. 

"I was planning on telling you tonight." 

"After I was practically grinding on Hange."

"Fair. But why them of all people?" You gave him a soft smile before you spoke. 

"Because they're your friend. I know you trust them to not seriously be flirting with me. So I got to make you jealous in a comfortable way." He returned your smile in kind.

"That was a solid plan. There's, however, one hiccup." You cooked your head in confusion. 

"Oh, and what would that be?" His smile turned into a malicious smirk, with affection and lust swimming in his eyes.

"Hange isn't here to save you from me tonight." 

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the sun, the moon and the pool (dilf!nanami kento x babysitter!reader)

pairing: dilf!nanami kento x babysitter!reader

summary: for babysitting duties, you were on speed dial on one of the city's most eligible bachelors. with a motherly nature, sly intentions and the approval of his son, would you be able to cross nanami kento off your dilf list?

wc: 4.0k

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI) she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral (f. receiving), fingering, mating press, breeding, baby fever, praise, petnames, reader is 20+ finishing college, nanami is on his late 30s/late 40s, voyeurism (very ish, through a camera and it’s not even of yk) if i missed something lmk

A/N: soo excited to finally release my first work for my honeybun's ( @cirigiri ) collab The Dilf List ! this was so fun to write, thank you for allowing me to participate with my husband, you're the best! also i'm on my b&w era hehe >:)

The call usually came around eight in the morning any other Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. A clearly distressed man seemed seconds away from begging you to, please, babysit his child. It wasn’t a “real” job, if anything it was only a part-time job. Nanami Kento knew you would come to his aid if his regular babysitter bailed on him, which she could usually do, to his dismay, but to your relief. Aside from the fact that the older man paid real good money and his kid was the sweetest thing on the planet, he was eye candy, even when he dragged himself home after a long day to coo at his child and praise you for your efforts. Which inevitably, made him an item for your dilf list.

You didn’t have to pull any stunts this time, as the weather seemed to pay in your favor. It was sunny out, and the heat was pouring in from the window you cranked open in your apartment kitchen as you were doing the dishes. With a smile on your face and heat running up your neck, you included a string swimsuit under your outfit, which was covered by an unsuspecting combo of an oversized button-up and a pair of shorts. In your bag you packed a cropped shirt and a low-rise skirt with some nice underwear, very sure you didn’t need it to seal the deal, since Plan A seemed promising. Taking a pair of sunglasses and fitting on some sandals, you headed out the door, humming your favorite song at the moment.

You parked your car in the empty spot in the driveway, still amazed by the giant house where only two people lived; two floors, three living rooms, floor-to-ceiling windows, a pool with a pool house. Nanami didn’t like it as much as his visitors did, since paying bills for a house was expensive, but his child seemed to love the extra space. He already had planned their move to an apartment when the boy didn’t find any need to run around a big patio and lay on the grass.

Excited as ever, you secured your tote bag on your shoulder and went to ring the doorbell, looking up at the tall door with stars dancing around your lower belly. A tired blonde man opened the door for you, and before you could greet him, a little boy ran up to you shouting your name, pulling you down his height for a hug. You crouched down, hugging him back with a similar excitement. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Nanami’s expression softened.

“I’ll be out just for the morning, an emergency came up at the office. I’ll be back at five the latest '' Nanami informed you, taking a deep breath in as you looked up at him with innocent doe eyes. And you weren’t even trying! You nodded, standing up once again to face him, tilting your chin upwards to look him directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry this is so out of the blue, hun, more so on a Saturday”, He sighed.

Hun. Each time he called you a sweet little innocent nickname made you want to giggle out loud. Even though he always had a neutral expression

“Ah, no worries! You know I’m more than glad to stay with our pretty boy here” You smiled and ruffled the hair of the seven-year-old, who giggled by your side. His father thought of the enthusiasm his child displayed upon seeing you or even hearing of your whereabouts, insisting you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen and that as his father, he should fire his other live-in babysitter and bring you to live with them instead.

Nanami breathed in, and you tried to read his face, failing so in the process. It was almost always the same; the same relaxed but stoic expression. The only things that changed were his mannerisms and body language. “There’s some cash on the counter in case you don’t want to cook anything for lunch. It’s a sunny day, and the pool is on the colder side, as per usual” You and the boy shared a mischievous look. You both loved to have pool parties together. “There’s snacks in the pantry and feel free to use the guest bathroom if you need to change out of your swimsuit and… freshen up”

“Understood, sir!” Your smile widened before you turned to the kid holding your hand. “C’mon, we must not wait another second! We need to find Atlantis” You tickled the boy, who ran up the stairs to his room to get into his swim shorts. You watched him go up, making sure he didn’t slip, before turning to his father. “He’s in good hands” You winked at him, noticing how his cheekbones flushed, before turning around and jogging the same path the boy did.

You spent the day both inside the pool having a soak and by the pool, drinking Capri suns, snacking on some popcorn, grabbing some vitamin D in regulated amounts, and gossiping. It was the funniest thing ever; the child laying down in the same exact position as you were but in a different chair, wearing sunglasses, just as you did, and replying back to your stories as if he was your age. He was well-spoken and a tiny gentleman, who insisted on carrying the popcorn bowl and paying the ice cream man for your ice sandwiches with your supervision, of course.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami checked the security cameras often, as he did with any other person who worked at his home while he was there. It was only an innocent check, he did it only twice before he noticed you were already tanning your back, ass out towards the world as you faced his child, who kept chatting happily with you. His breath hitched while his eyes darted up and rounded up the meeting table. They all seemed busy with their own things, some work, some pleasure. He covered his mouth to choke out the gasp that threatened to come out of his mouth as he zoomed the image in, finally finding the purpose of spending so much money on a good security system. As he felt his heart thumping harder against his thoracic cage, he shut his phone off and grabbed his computer to continue working for the rest of the day, but the image of your juicy, glistening ass covered by an excuse of a bikini bottom under the sun was making his mouth water and his mind wander.

At five o’clock, when Nanami promised to be home, you hopped in your car with his son in the co-pilot seat and headed for a quick supermarket run. Back at the house, you cooked the child some early dinner, some pasta, and pre-made cheesy garlic bread. And with the power of a good bedtime story, a tummy full of a yummy meal, the heat he had endured, and all the swimming he had done, the boy fell dead asleep at six. No sight of his father yet, so you resourced to clean up the toys and the outside patio, only wearing your bikini and the low rise skirt you had brought with you. You checked at the sleeping boy every other hour, glad to see he was still fast asleep and well. Around eight you went in for a second soak in the jacuzzi, just when you heard a car pull up to the driveway. You lowered the music on the speaker when the man walked toward you.

“Hey” He gave you a tiny smile. “How have you been? Everything okay today?” Surprisingly enough for you, he pulled out one of the chairs to sit and chat with you.

It’s not like you didn’t speak before, and you had some nice vulnerable moments together, but it wasn’t something remarkable that marked your relationship in the slightest. He still treated you very professionally, aside from the rarely offered drink or friendly pet name. “It’s been a wonderful day, actually. Thank you for letting me take care of him. It’s always a pleasure, really” You leaned against the edge of the jacuzzi, hands rested upon the flat surface surrounding it. “Hey, why don’t you come in?”

Nanami looked at you strangely, leaning his head to the side with a brow raised. “Aw c’mon! You’ve been working so hard today! You deserve to relax a little” His expression softened, but you knew he wasn’t convinced “I can make us some mean margaritas” The idea of a stone-cold cocktail and the coy wink you gave him was enough for him to sigh, and start stripping in front of you, down to his boxers. Wide-eyed, you watched as he slipped into the hot, bubbling water with you.

“You’re right, I’ve worked a little too hard today” He sighed, his wet finger running up your arm. You prayed he wouldn’t notice the goosebumps running up the path he trailed. “Why don’t you go fetch those margaritas? Hm, sweetheart?”

You smiled back, not letting yourself be intimidated by his sudden change of tone and manners. “Be right back, then” You nodded, and pushed yourself to the edge of the jacuzzi with the help of your arms, carefully getting up to avoid slipping. He didn’t even hide the fact he was staring right at your ass, his hands itching with probably false expectations of kneading your soft skin with his big hands as you squirm with pleasure under him. He watched as you walked into the house and lost sight of you as you walked into the kitchen. It took around ten to twelve minutes for you to re-emerge, two tall glasses full of the sweet and sour liquid, and a bright smile adorning your pretty face he so wanted to cup in his hands to watch it contort as he thrust into you.

“Here you go sir” You smiled innocently, extending the glass to him. You lowered yourself back into the steaming waters and took your glass in your hands. “I went to check on him, by the way. I think he’s not waking up until tomorrow”

“Call me Kento” He corrected you quickly, and you gave him a soft polite nod. “Really? You must have entertained him well enough. Neither the regular nanny nor I have gotten him to go down so early…”

You took a sip of your cold beverage, not losing eye contact between the two of you. “We stayed around the pool area from midday till four, if he wasn’t exhausted by then, might as well test him for doping!” You joked and actually elicited a small, teeny laugh from the man. Satisfied, you chewed your bottom lip in excitement and took a long sip out of your margarita. Kento stopped laughing and shook his head, taking a sip as well.

“You’re really good at making drinks, wow” He admitted after his glass was done. You kept on chatting through the night, even discussing plans of ordering some takeout. He had a thing for running his hand through your arm, making you quiver slightly.

“College has taught me many things, making incredible drinks is one of them” You smiled confidently, but the proximity between your face and his was making you internally nervous. But you had the upper hand at this, you just knew it. You had him on the ropes the minute you walked in with those skimpy shorts and looked up at him from an angle that left many things to his own interpretation.

Nanami reached in and cupped your face in his hand, his wet thumb trailing along your cheekbone. “You’re adorable, has someone ever told you that?” He said, almost in a whisper. But it was just the lust in his voice controlling his tone, making it so hushed, so intimate.

“I’ve heard it a couple of times” You felt the goosebumps electrifying your spine when he leaned in and planted a small, but a prolonged kiss on your neck, his other hand resting on your thigh. Your breathing hitched as his finger drew circles on your thigh, making you close your eyes to enjoy the thrilling sensation.

“Hey, look at me” He called out, his demand soft and dangerous. “Can I?”

You didn’t even know what you were agreeing to, but the look he was giving you, his eyes shining like the moonlight; so dark but inviting. Mysterious but so known. You nodded, and he smiled, his lips brushing against yours. Was he teasing you?! You pushed yourself forward, your hand resting on his neck. He smiled, impressed but still melted right into the kiss, fireworks going off in your mind. Yes! Another objective ticked off. He pulled you into his lap, holding you down so you could feel his cock getting harder by the second you were hovering over it. The next second over, without any notice, he pulled you out of the water and sat you by the edge, not allowing you to break the connection via your frenzied lips. Poor man, sure as hell he needed something like this. He then concentrated his efforts on your neck, pleased with the way his ministrations elicited moans and whines out of you, while his hands ran the length of your legs.

“You smell so good” He groaned as he started kissing down your stomach, gaining back gasps of surprise. He took the string of your swimsuit panty between his two fingers and looked up at you for consent, which made your heart melt and your pussy throb even more. But you smiled coyly and even tugged on the string of your bra to just get it all over with. He tugged on it painfully slow, but his teasing nature didn’t throw your confidence off. You had the upper hand in this, you were totally convinced… that was until he went in head first, to absolutely devour your needy cunt.

It was all so sudden, he licked a strip from your wetness before attaching his mouth to your puffy clit, like a starved man. Now the moans you let out weren’t so tiny anymore. “Ah, fuck! Kento!” You moaned, throwing your legs over his strong shoulders. He broke away, pussy juices glistening down his chin, and started to draw painful circles on your clit.

“Call me sir” His wicked smile disappeared back between your legs, this time you felt a finger slither between your folds, a digit now being pumped in and out of you at the steady pace his flat tongue overlapped against your swollen clit. You let out a loud whine as he hooked his finger, feeling out for that spongy spot that made your skin crawl and your head throw itself back to almost hit the concrete floor.

“You cute little thing, thinking I didn’t know your intentions this whole time” Nanami cooed, torturing you and eliciting pained moans by the slow but strong thrust his finger was giving you. “Always coming over to take a soak in my pool, in the skimpiest swimsuits, and you expected to have the advantage here?” You lifted your head to face him, visibly confused. As a response, he nonchalantly added another finger, a choked gasp coming from you, even though he still kept the same torturous pace. “Aw c’mon, don’t act so surprised, isn’t this what you wanted?”

You mumbled an incoherence, trying to concentrate on not concentrating so much on his fingers. But before you could think about them again, they were on your face, holding your cheeks to look at him. “Answer me. If not, I can just stop, you know? Use your words”

Your eyes widened in dismay at the threat “Please don’t” You whined, but he didn’t seem as satisfied as he should be, slowly dragging out his fingers. “I’m sorry, sir! Please, don’t stop!” You whimpered, and a soft smile formed on his face. And with a small ‘atta girl’, he pushed two fingers back in and went back to eating you like his favorite meal, freshly done, just for him. You felt the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach; Nanami noticed how your legs hooked over his shoulder quivered and how your pussy pulsated around his fingers, he sped up even more, gaining complaints from overstimulation, but he didn’t care. When he considered it appropriate, he detached his mouth from your pussy and looked up at you “Cum for me.”

The orgasm you didn’t even know you were holding in crashed into you like a wave that dragged you back to shore and rolled you onto the hot sand, leaving you dazed and confused. You breathed in and out, your eyes started to focus on the moon shining above you, to then hoist yourself up by your shoulders to find Nanami staring at you, but not in a derogatory way; on the contrary, he looked… rather pleased.

“Such a good girl for me” He praised you, pressing soft, tingly kisses on your thighs that made you giggle. “Wrap your legs around my waist” He instructed, guiding your shivering legs to grant his command.

You realized his food physique wasn’t just for show; he was strong since he carried you to somewhere you didn’t really recall since you were too busy kissing and suckling little red spots all over his neck and shoulders. You felt your back go briefly against a hard surface before a strong scent of wood filled your nose. The pool house was used as, well, a pool house so no one had to go in the main house while wet, and if Kento had a lot of guests staying over, they could sleep over there as well. It had a lot of woodwork in the kitchen, a small table, some furniture, and a coffee table. But the smell was pleasant; it was a cozy wooden scent that was driving you crazy combined with Nanami’s boozy scent coming from his cologne.

His lips found yours as he laid you down carefully, his hands massaging the plush of your ass freely. If it was even possible, it was even harder than what you remembered, the leftover of your cum straining against his boxers as he ground against you, but the warmth your pussy was emitting was driving him crazy.

“I love your body” He sighed in your ear, his hands positioned tightly on your hips. “Please let me fuck that pretty cunt” He purred on your ear. There was something going off in your mind, like a warning. He wasn’t mean in the slightest, but you felt he was being too gentle compared to moments ago when he was fingering you mercilessly at the edge of the jacuzzi.

“Yes, sir. Fuck me good please!” You took a mental note after he scolded you for using your words, and reached down to pull his soaked boxers. Your breath hitched when his cock fell against your stomach, leaking precum. Never in a million years, you would have imagined seeing such a pretty dick that made your cunt crave for it.

“Eyes up here, doll” Nanami searched for your eyes, pupils dilated with lust. “Legs over my shoulders, okay?” He instructed you, and you obliged quickly, aching for his throwing cock inside your needy little hole. He kissed you, the kiss more relaxed but sloppier than the rest while he lowered his length into you. With a gasp, you threw your head back, but Nanami still searched for your lips.

“Come on, kiss me back, princess” He complained, and when you wouldn’t kiss him back, he stopped.

“W-what?” You panted and tried to make him push his whole length inside you. But he wouldn’t budge.

He took your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks “Kiss. me. back.” He sounded demanding, and you rushed to crash his lips into his, melting into the kiss. There was the catch; he was so caring and nurturing, but had found a knack in not letting you get your way like you always planned to. He hummed as silent praise before sinking completely into you. He gave you a second to breathe, and you clawed down his back, mewling by the pleasure of being stretched out. “Such a good girl, taking all my cock in one go” He praised you.

You moaned in response, feeling your body heat up. You couldn’t even form a coherent response, just mumbled and pushed his hips forward just a bit. He forgave you this once and started a steady strong pace that had you all over the place. As you put more thought into it, you realized that he was right; you never had the upper hand.

“You feel so good” Nanami whispered in your ear, letting out small pants and huffs as his pace quickened, your mind went further into the waves of pleasure, and it was only the two of you, right there, in the dark, small rays of moonlight leaking in. “I want to fill that pretty pussy up. You looked so pretty taking care of my boy, I wonder what you’ll look like taking care of ours” His pace became more frenzied, and all you could do was moan, louder with each thrust. You felt so full, so right.

“Sir! C-can I— please, can I—“ You couldn’t even finish the sentence trying to hold in the inevitable, strong orgasm that was threatening by the microsecond to wash you over. In response, Nanami smiled warmly and pressed two fingers on your clit, drawing tender but dangerous circles on the swollen nub, your back arched and your legs trembled into the mating press he had you in, moaning and panting his name.

The way your face contorted and the little noises you made as he kept overstimulating you sent him over the edge. You noticed he was actually making noises similar to yours; small moans and groans, throwing his head back as he felt your cunt slowly milking the orgasm out of you. “Ah… please let me cum inside you” He whispered against your parted lips “Let me fill you up. Say the word and I’ll pull out, but please pretty girl, you’ve been so good for me so far”

By the way, his hips moved and how he was thrusting now, his dick almost completely pulling out from you to then slam back with force, you could tell he was really desperate. And at the end of the day, it was affecting you too, his method of holding out his orgasm was torturous. “Please Kento, cum inside me” You grabbed the last few drops of coherence you had to form the sentence that would seal the deal.

Nanami lowered himself at an angle he could thrust almost violently into you, his hips clashing with force against your skin, the promiscuous slapping sound almost covering both of your desperate moaning. Just a few more hard thrusts and he came inside you, his swollen tip spurting his hot cum in the deepest part of your pussy, making you feel so full, a couple of stray tears rolled down your cheeks as you came for one last time. The man hovering over you soon broke away, and the removal of his increasingly limp cock made you whine.

“You did so great for me, pretty girl” He smiled, rubbing your shivering legs and running a gentle hand up and down your back, soothing your tiny whimpers. He kissed your shoulders and cheeks, bringing you down for your high. “I’ll go check on my son and run us a warm bath, anything else?” He asked as you turned to face him, hand hoisting your head up as you lay on your side.

“That takeout sounds really good right about now.”

[musings-and-moans]

i can't help it i want you

submission for: @cirigiri 's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — iwaizumi hajime — the friend’s husband) (basically parts 1 and 2 were to be one post but I divided them into two and thus submitting both ^_^), late Father's Day post, DILF Appreciation Day, AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june {and yes, part 2 is here <3 check out part 1 here and part 3 will be posted during kinktober :') }

features: friend's husband!dilf!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) (both of them are separated) | song: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd | wc: 3500 | part 1 | part 3

summary: After Hajime Iwaizumi and you separated from your respective partners because of them having an affair with each other, you two had gotten closer and were helping each other recover. Then, one night caused the both of you to almost kiss, and you two realized that you wanted each other instead. As Hajime comes to your apartment with the intention of talking the feelings out of you, your bodies, however, wanted to communicate in a different way.

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume (ilysm &lt;333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers (not much 'cause everything's mentioned in part 1, but surely iwa's aged up), mentions of consumption of alcohol, dubcon ('cause it's drunk sex), both iwa and reader have been separated from their partners but not divorced yet, so technically, infidelity?, use of sex toy (vibrator), dry humping, pussyjob, cowgirl, cervix fucking (if you squint), oral sex(m! and f! receiving, but not 69), facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink (maybe?), edging, orgasm denial, mating press, doggystyle, squirting, i love you is said during sex, creampie, iwa being a masseuse as the end &lt;;33 please lmk if i've missed any tags

a/n: it took me almost a couple whole nights but i finally wrote it. thank you so so much for your support for part 1 and i hope you're excited to read this part &lt;;33 also, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated <3

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that Hajime’s birthday was coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter’s sake, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Around the same time, in another corner of Tokyo, Hajime couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning with guilt gripping him because he was also thinking about the other night where you two were about to kiss each other. He had thought of the college days for a moment, especially when he first met you and winked at you when he noticed you staring at his shorts, and his heart started thumping as he thought of you. He sat and thought to himself of the time he told you that he was in love with your best friend, Serena Mendoza. It was now that he understood the way your face twitched, the way your expressions suddenly changed from a cheerful smile to that of a frown.

It was now that he understood why he was the one who called you more often, whereas the number of calls from your end dwindled. It wasn’t because you were not considering him a friend, it was because he was more than a friend to you, and because you couldn’t have him, you chose to keep your guard up. He thus realized that you were wanting him all along, and it was during this time that he realized that he had to be with you. So he ran to his Mustang, started the car, and drove to your apartment.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy lingerie under Hajime’s volleyball jersey that was oversized for you, but you loved it anyway. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror with the jersey, your mind then drifted to the time you tried on his jersey and told him that you were keeping it, and he scoffs and replies, “you can keep it, I have extras anyway,” much to your delight. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was also muttering under his breath how you were looking even more beautiful than Serena with his jersey on. As you then admired yourself in the bedroom mirror, you then hopped onto the bed, opened your bedside drawer to find your vibrator, turned it on, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increased the speed. 

Upon reaching your apartment, he immediately took half a dozen beer bottles from the cooler in the trunk, opened two of them, and chugged them immediately. He was unaware as to why he was doing this, but something told him that he was scared of meeting you sober. At the same time, it had been a couple of minutes where you were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace, who was wearing a teal t-shirt and grey sweatpants, mumbled in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He then took your cheeks to bring you closer and began kissing you.

10th June 2021. Midnight

As you two cupped each other's cheeks, and raked nails through each other's hair, you were acquainting yourself with the taste of each other’s lips, having been touch-starved for too long. While according to you, his lips felt warm and caramelly, just like the beer he had, to him, your lips were cool and sweet like Merlot. You walked backwards as he walked forward; you were lost in each other, as he hurriedly locked the door behind you with one hand without wasting a moment. Both of you then dashed toward the living room and he placed you gently on the couch before coming on top of you, kissing hard. You both sucked on each other's bottom lip, swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control until he stopped you, purred out your name, and nuzzled into your chest.

Sensing that he's been feeling dizzy, you got off the couch, picked Hajime by his arm and took him to your bed to let him rest. As you were turning away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, sliding his hand under your shirt and groping you. You wanted to swat his hand away, but as his hand cupped one of your clothed mounds, fondling it while fiddling with the lacy material of the brassiere, you not only liked the fact that his slightest touch caressed your skin, but were craving for more. So you silently unhooked your bra, took off the straps, and pulled the bra from under your shirt, discarding it; this caused you to feel his callous fingers playing with your nipples. You bit back your moans and turned them into whimpers as you climbed atop him, aligning your clothed cunt with his bulge and grinding along it. 

You noticed the silent whimpers that came out of his mouth as he moaned “oh baby” in the air, your eyes rolling back in response. How often had you been thinking of him, you thought to yourself, it’d probably been a while since thoughts of him had died down, but you had especially been thinking of him ever since the separation. Regardless of the chaos surrounding you, it was at this very moment that it became apparent to you: nothing mattered anymore but Hajime Iwaizumi. You wanted him in every way possible, and especially, inside you. 

As you kept on grinding, you felt your wetness pool inside your panties, as both of your moans were echoing in the room. So, you put his hands away and took off your panties, with only the oversized shirt still on you, and you quickly peeled his track pants and boxers off him, his cock springing free on his abdomen hard. Then you climbed on top of him and grinded your cunt against his length, with your wetness serving as lube, causing him to open his eyes and look at you lustfully. He then whispered softly, enough for you to hear, “For how long have you been wanting me, (y/n)?” You leaned forward with your stomachs touching each other and muttered, “Ever since I first met you, Hajime. I want you more. I don’t want him. I want you, I always did. I can’t help it.”

As he rasped into your ear, “Oh baby-” he picked you up from your hips, aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you finally had him in you, moaning his name out as you grind against him. He hugged you, bringing you forward, and you two enveloped in another steamy, sloppy kiss. He then started thrusting his cock into you, causing you to release yourself from the kiss and lose all sense of inhibition as he smacked your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his length hard. Both your cries echo in the room as the sound of your skin slapped alongside his girthy cock, eventually bottoming out and reaching your cervix, making your sensitive cunt twitch as you feel chills rushing down your spine.

As he hugged you again and sucked on your nipples while thrusting into you, you started seeing stars. You thought of nothing else except for the number of times you wanted him to be rough to you, because you wanted to make up for the lost time between the both of you. Suddenly, one of his thrusts jolted you so hard that you were overstimulating. He brought your ear closer to you as he whispered, “cum for me, precious,” causing the coil in you to snap. Your essence started to drool down his length, and you’re immensely cockdrunk. As you slowed your pace and eventually stopped bouncing on him, you peeled yourself off of him, and then he spoke to you in a dominant tone: “On your knees, baby.” A switch turned on in your brain as you’re nodding and was about to get out of the bed when he lifted you up by your legs and carried you till he placed you on your knees. 

You were now able to see his cock in its full glory. It was really girthy with the prominent vein on display and you’d imagined it to fill you up so well that you were already feeling empty inside. The tip looked pretty too, and as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, your tongue started swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby,” you cried out to him as he tilted his head in your direction and his gaze fixated on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his dick. You sucked it hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Hajime opened his mouth wide and his eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, giddy with pleasure. Pushing against his firm length, you began moving your lips up and down, back and forth. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpered, “but I’m about to make it better.” With a confused look on your face, he brought his hand and combed his fingers through your hair before fisting your locks and roughly bucking his hips into your mouth, ripping a loud moan from you with your gaze locked onto his. Hajime was so in awe of how you were taking him in his mouth, muttering, “oh baby, you take me in so good, I want you to be my good cocksleeve, only mine.”

His lips gaped open, his chest heaving, and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You continued to bob your head up and down as he pushed the tip of his cock first into your mouth, urging you to open your mouth wide, then he pushed it all the way to the back of your throat. Then, he slipped in further, with his head tilting back and him groaning as his length bottomed out inside your throat. He slowly pulled almost the way out and swiftly buried the entirety of his dick back down your throat over and over again. His lips tugged between his teeth and tilted his head backward for a split second, only to meet your lustful gaze again. He was in awe of how well you were deepthroating him… you really wanted this, and it was visible.

As he began increasing his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of your throat, you left out a couple of wanton moans that turned pornographic when one of your hands immediately snaked down to your clit, two of its fingers harshly rubbing them in time with his thrusts. You continued to bob your head in time with his brutal pace, sounds of gagging and blubbering mixing in with your moans, and your own eyes fluttered shut.  He breathed, “(Y/N),” writhing into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair hard to keep your head to stay steady. He also noticed your other hand caressing his balls. He groaned, “baby, don’t cum right now, because as much as you’re taking me so well, I want you to cum on my cock.” As you nodded with a moaning response, he felt a buzz in his pockets. Hajime took one of his hands off your hair and fished his phone from his pocket, before seeing Mattsun’s contact name and number on the screen, calling him. With a sly smile, he said, “I’m going to be talking over the phone now, so don’t make any noise, or else,” causing you to hurriedly nod at him with a soft moan. 

“Hi Mattsun, tell me,” Hajime responded, to which Mattsun and Makki shouted, enough for you to hear through the phone, “Happy birthday Iwaizumi!” He responded with a chuckle and thanked the both of them while he kept on fucking your face, bobbing your head up and down like he was fucking your cunt. Suddenly, in the midst of his conversation, your eyes rolled back and your clit twitched as the coil that ended up building inside you yet again snapped and you let out a soft pornographic moan. He looked down at you, and told both of his childhood friends, “Mattsun, Makki, I’ve got to hang up. Someone has to be taught a lesson.” Both of you were met with “ooohs” and “aaaahs” as he hung up the phone and threw it on to the bed, before he carried you by your waist and placed you on all fours in front of the mirror that was next to the window. You felt a sharp sting on your derriere as his palm met the skin with a couple of smacks.  Groaning, “Why are you being so disobedient, huh?” he gripped your ass tight with his hands, bringing your overstimulated pussy closer to his mouth, and licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking on to your folds, with his tongue later thrusting into your core.

“Daddy, please let me cum, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please–” you couldn’t speak anymore as your hand fisted the sheets and the sounds of your moans kept on echoing across the room, with him slurping you and his hand reaching out for your clit, harshly rubbing it with two of his fingers. He stopped devouring you, his face wet with your arousal covering his nose, mouth and chin, and curtly instructed you, “look at yourself in the mirror while I keep eating you out. Also, get the vibrator for me.” As he loosened his grip on you while going back to eating you out, you laid flat on the bed and reached out for the vibrator. As you got the toy in your fingertips, he placed you in such a way that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass was up in the air, while still eating you out and your body facing the mirror in front of you. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and your eyes rolled back as you tried clenching your thighs, but he kept them far apart. He’d left you at his mercy as it is by refusing to let you cum, but by accidentally cumming for the second time, he was not letting you go until essentially, your essence spurted out of you.

“I’m going to enter inside you now, baby. Don’t lose eye contact with me or I’ll stop. I’m gonna celebrate my birthday by going rough with you, okay? Happy birthday to me,” he rasped as he pounded himself into you with an animalistic pace, harshly grabbing your hips. The way the bed creaked with both of your movements was a testament to how well he was rocking your body. 

As he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed the vibrator from the bed with one hand with the other still on your ass and turned it on, placing its tip on your clit. The only thoughts in your mind were how Hajime's dick filled you up completely and stretched the walls of your pussy well, along with the vibrations from the toy, how all of it was driving you into a frenzy. Your core kept squelching and your broken moans were reverberating in his ears as if he was in a lustful daze. “Ha-Ha-Happy birthday baby,” you stuttered in between your moans while trying to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror, “it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

While his one hand was using the vibrator on you, his other hand left your hip to grip your head and pull your body to him, causing you to feel him even deeper, his balls hitting your folds as he went faster. Your sensitive spots were marked by his lips as they brushed against your neck. The coil in you built up again to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice becoming hoarse as you’d seemed to have moaned aloud a lot for the night. Sensing as you were about to lose control of your orgasm, he then whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me.” With one final thrust as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, you eventually started squirting, a clear fluid coming out of you, your body trembling and shuddering from the intensity of the sex. He grabbed hold of you and softly whispered, “You did so well for me, baby. But, we’re not done yet.”

He then placed you back on the mattress, face up, with your fucked-out face on display, having cummed twice and squirted once, and seemed to be unable to take anymore. However, it was all far from over, as he instructed you to fold your legs and he pushed your thighs closer to your chest with his hands, asking you to hold your legs by your knees, leaving your cunt vulnerable and open. He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and, intertwining both his fingers with yours, rammed his whole length into you in one go, bottoming himself out and reaching your g-spot, causing you to let out a shrill moan as he smiles at you, while eventually increasing his pace and strength as he thrust into you. He leaned forward as he kept on rutting into you, stuffing his cock deeper into your now very sensitive cunt, and his lips brushed against yours, enveloping in a sloppy kiss with your tongues swirling around each other. He released himself from the kiss, totally dazed and pussydrunk, and whispered into your ear, “I love you, baby.” 

For a moment, you sobered up, as you realized that in addition to being cockdrunk, you finally heard what you’ve been needing to hear from him. You then moaned out your response, “Haji, I–I love you too, I always have,” as he kept on rutting into you, now with his eyes open, realizing that you two just confessed your feelings while being in a lustful daze. You two kept going at it as he whispered into your ear, “Baby, don’t you think this is a good chance for our kids to have another sibling? Wouldn’t that be nice?” You couldn’t respond because all you kept doing was moaning, but the thought of having his baby suddenly turned you on more, so you whimpered and responded, “Yes, daddy, please fill me up. Want you to fill me up,” causing him to rut into you harder, and he whispered again, “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby, and make you a mom again.” This caused you to nod and moan out his name until a couple of sloppy thrusts later, you let out one sharp scream. With one final thrust, the inner walls of your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him dry as he unloaded all his seed into you, still thrusting slowly to make sure all of it stayed inside you.

10th June 2021. 2:30am

He pulled out and noticed the product of your love oozing out of your pretty little cunt, and smiled. Once he released your thighs, he massaged them with his fingers, pressing every finger onto the pressure points, causing you to feel great relief. Afterwards, he crawled to the other side of the bed and cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing your face closer and kissing you on your lips. As he pulled out of the kiss, he softly spoke, “I meant every word of what I told you, baby. I love you.” You caressed his cheek and softly replied, “so did I Hajime. I–” you were interrupted by a ping on your phone. As you reached out for it on your bedside table, both your eyes widened in shock as you see the message flashed on the phone screen and your mouth gaped wide at the sender’s name:

Tooru Oikawa: We need to talk. About you and Iwa-chan. We know.

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[mxonigirimiya]

The Dilf Next Door

Character: Koushi Sugawara

f!reader

Genre: Fluff

wc: 1.8k

tags: none!

Beta readers @tetsukentona & @anxi-aashi lomls

for @cirigiri’s dilf collab. You can find the other pieces here

Straight out of college you were ready to take on the world. Job offers came in, and one caught your eye. A school called Shiratorizawa offered you a good deal more than the others, as well as a relocation stipend, and other solid benefits-it would have been stupid for you to pass up. You had job experience, teaching kids at your middle school alongside one of the more tenured faculty, which worked out in your favor. 

Your parents were worried, but you assured them that you would be fine. It was near the start of the school year so of course you had lesson planning to do, but you didn’t have to worry about actually teaching anyone just yet. And the weekend you moved, you were deeply thankful for your abundance of time, as you were dealing with things getting lost in the move, or items getting damaged, or even being sent to the wrong address. It took you a week to get most of your stuff set up and ready, the house now in a livable state. 

That weekend, a knock sounded at your door, and you opened it to see a silver haired man smiling at you. His brown eyes twinkled in excitement. You looked to see a young girl with a silver ponytail holding up a little plant by the man’s side.

"We just saw you move in and wanted to say hi! We're the Sugawaras. I'm Koushi and this is Aiko, my daughter." The girl smiled as she waved at you. You couldn’t help but smile back at Aiko. 

“Hi Koushi and Aiko, my name is Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N.” Koushi smiled at your greeting.

“We saw you moving in, and Aiko really wanted to meet the next door neighbor, so we decided to give you a little housewarming gift.” As Koushi spoke, you looked at the plant Aiko held and saw it was a succulent. “We were going to make cookies but we didn’t know if you were allergic to anything, so we got you a succulent instead. Aiko loves them so she’d figured she’d share one with you.” He looked down at his daughter and smiled. “Isn’t that right baby?” Aiko mumbled a soft “stop it dad” nodded before she spoke. 

"They're so pretty! And easy to have. Dad says if I take good care of them we can get a cat." Koushi chuckled. 

"And you're already doing so well. “ Koushi said as he ruffled her hair and she rolled her eyes but a small smile was on her face. “I still have the succulent he gave me for graduating,” she stated, puffing up her chest. “I know, it’s been a little over a year now,” Koushi said, only filling up her pride more. As she handed you the succulent, you couldn’t help but eye the little black bird drawings (or at least what you thought to be birds) scrawled around the pot. Koushi noticed, and spoke up, saying, "She’s had that pot for years. She decorated it when she was 8.” Aiko chimed in with “I decorated a bunch of pots then, and I still use them. But they all have crows on them because they were the mascot for my dad’s high school.” Koushi added to his and Aiko’s explanation, stating, “I went to high school at Karasuno. I was the vice captain of the volleyball team my senior year." Your eyes widened. 

"Karasuno, isn't that where Hinata Shoyo went to school?" Koushi was surprised by your statement. 

"Yeah! He was in his first year while I was in my 3rd." Your eyes were alight with excitement as he responded..

"I love the Jackals! I grew up around the stadium, but I would catch games here and there. My family actually has season passes!" Koushi was happy with the development that you both had a love for volleyball. Him knowing Hinata was practically the icing on the cake. 

"That's amazing! Maybe the three of us could go catch a game together." The blush on his cheeks was missed by you, but was easily caught by Aiko who giggled. 

"You can meet Uncle Shoyo!" Aiko smiledly, clearly excited about their uncle.

"Uncle Shoyo?"

"Hinata and I are still good friends. A bunch of us from Karasuno regularly get together for drinks or dinner. When Hinata is back in town, he joins us." Aiko turns to her father with puppy eyes.

"Dad, can she come with us to the next dinner?"

"I don't know. It's up to her." Koushi and Aiko looked at you with hopeful eyes, the power of both of their puppy eyes becoming overwhelming.

"Yes, I'll come. I have to see if it fits in my schedule of course, but I'll go." They both cheered at your response. 

"Awesome. Can I get your number so I can keep you updated?" Koushi asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course," you responded. You and Koushi exchanged numbers and soon made his way back home with Aiko. Well, looks like you have nice neighbors, luck was on your side. 

For the next month you had to keep turning Koushi's invitations down, since you were neck deep in preparation for the school year. There were so many requirements and it drove you nuts. Shiratorizawa was very strict with how they wanted certain things to be done. It was all so overwhelming, but you finally had everything done by the weekend before the school year started. 

Walking into the middle school felt strange:you were so excited for this new chapter in your life yet also so terrified. What if the kids hate you? What if the administration hates you? What if you get fired? Anxiety plagued your mind, and as you arrived at your homeroom, you took a deep breath before walking in. The sound of chatter almost immediately piped down as soon as you walked in. The students stared at you intensely. 

"Hello, I am Y/L/N, and I'm your homeroom teacher for the year. I look forward to working with you all." The students were more than happy to individually welcome you and your heart swelled. 

The day went well, until you were cleaning your room for the night when you heard a small knock on your door. 

"Come in!" The moment you gave the order, Aiko walked in and welcomed you herself.

"My best friend is in your class! She says You're a really good teacher.'"

"I try." Aiko giggles at your words.

"Are you going to be here for a while," she asked.

"Yeah, I have some work I need to finish." She nods at your answer.

"I'll bring Dad here when he comes to pick me up from my club. He told me he wanted to see you again." You felt a warmth fill your cheeks at her words. Your small interactions with him were one of the highlights of your day, whether it's you both leaving for work at the same time or coming back home. When you bumped into him at the grocery store, he would join you in your errand. The conversations between you two were great, and you found yourself happily accepting his invitations to his house when you two get back.

As Aiko left you to finish, you couldn’t help but feel excited to see him again. That excitement caused your time spent finishing your work to speed by, leaving you nothing left to do but wait for Koushi and Aiko to drop by. You only had to wait a couple minutes for a knock to sound at your door. You called for them to come in, and stood to greet Koushi and Aiko as you heard the door start to slide open. The moment it was fully opened, Aiko proudly told Koushi, "Told you she was a teacher here!" You and Koushi laughed, saying, "You sure did," before turning his attention to you. 

"So, how long have you been teaching here," he asked. You responded with "today's my first day." Koushi beamed at you. "Well, if you need any help, come talk to me. I've been a teacher for a while, so I can give advice on whatever you need," he offered, and you took a second to notice his sweater over his dress shirt and his slacks. 

"Where do you teach," you asked and smirked at your question before responding with a simple, "Take a guess." 

"Karasuno? That's your Alma mater, right," you asked, and he nodded. "I used to teach elementary schoolers but then Karasuno reached out to me and I couldn't resist. I'm actually one of the advisors for the volleyball team," he explained. 

"Oh, so now you're working with some of your old teachers, right?" Koushi nodded again and smiled. "It's so weird! They all immediately recognized me. Especially my old coach and club advisor. They invited me to join them in advising and coaching the team. A couple of them were starstruck since they recognized me from videos of Hinata's games from his first year to motivate the kids," he said, clearly reminiscing. 

"I'd love to see you play," Koushi blushed at your words and Aiko spoke up, saying "You should advise the girl's volleyball team!! Our advisor is retiring soon, and we want to find a new one before she leaves." She gave you puppy that she's fully aware that you're weak to. "Fine. I'll get the paperwork I need. Don't think I'll take it easy on you though," you said and Aiko hissed out a “yes” before answering with a "wouldn't have it any other way." Koushi asked Aiko to wait outside and she gave him a knowing smile before going out and closing the door, although you can see her through the crack she purposely left. 

"Is everything okay Koushi," you asked, and a light flush came to his face. "Um, Y/N, I wanted to ask you to dinner Saturday night." He rubbed the back of his neck and you were confused as to how embarrassed he was in asking you to join him and Aiko for dinner. You join them every other week. 

"Your place or mine," you asked, and Koushi blushed even harder. "At a restaurant. I can make reservations," he spoke, a slight stutter in his words. Is he asking you out on a date? "Will Aiko join us," you asked, trying to figure out his intentions, and Koushi shook his head no. Oh. He was asking you out on a date. "I would love to. Let me know when and where." You spoke confidently but internally freaking out. Koushi Sugawara was in fact asking you out. Thank goodness the feeling was mutual, you thought. "Okay," he stated, smiling brightly, "I'll keep you updated." "It's a date," you said smiling. He parroted your words as a confirmation, more to himself than you. "It's a date."

[kentos-filmcamera]

me and your mama (dilf!reiner x fem!reader)

pairing: dilf personal trainer!reiner x fem!reader 

summary: few headcanons and what happens when you end up sparring with your trainer who’s just so hot. 

wc: 1.4k 

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI) size kink, age gap (reiner is in his early 40s, reader is around their late 20s), she/her pronouns, afab reader. unprofessional relationships and behavior, locker room sex, use of petnames (mama, doll, princess), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, finger sucking, praise praise praise, public kink, almost getting caught oops, cockdrunk!reader, reiner has sensitive balls and big tits hehe, formatting is lowkey weird whoops

inspired by: me and your mama by childish gambino

A/N: my last submission for the Dilf List! taking a risk here and writing about my sneaky link Reiner for the first time. thank u sm my sweetheart lucy aka @cirigiri for this opportunity <3

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner was assigned to you by your gym after you considered you needed extra help, since running on the treadmill and attending spinning classes wasn’t giving you the results you desired. 

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner who you always saw walking around the gym assessing others, wearing tight dri fit shirts that left his muscles for you to salivate over, some loose joggers still showing off his deliciously buff body. you thought he was younger due to his physique and energy, but the few wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and stray gray strands gave another impression. 

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner looked down on you because of your height difference. 

-> dilf pt!reiner who you always thought to be an intimidating guy, but turned out to be extremely sensitive and empathetic towards you.  -> dilf pt!reiner drove you home after a session since you didn’t have a car. you didn't mention it to him, he noticed that you arrived in a car that wasn’t yours and offered a ride back and some assessment of your vehicle situation. his ultimate kindness and seeing him in a tank top, all sweaty laying under your car finally made him an item for your Dilf List 

-> dilf pt!reiner rested his hands so inappropriately on your hips as support as you did weighted squats or pullover abs.

-> dilf pt!reiner looked at you so gently and showered you with praises after your session is over 

-> dilf pt!reiner fetched your water bottle and gave you water to drink, his other hand under your chin to pick up the drops that rolled down. he has been looking at you over with a certain look on his face. 

-> dilf pt!reiner who you clashed with since he wanted to up the intensity of your workouts drastically and you knew it wasn’t going to work 

-> dilf pt!reiner got so turned on when you went into a screaming match with him at a late-night training session. seeing you all riled up made his mind wander. 

“I can’t take it anymore!” You huffed and puffed, practically pulling a tantrum, even though your reasons were valid “You don’t understand my body even though you think you do!” 

“Well, how can I understand it?” Reiner leaned down slightly to whisper to your ear, his hand settling on the bare skin between the cute matching leggings and sports bra. “Show me. Or is there any other way you want me to, mama?” 

-> dilf pt!reiner said out loud that your session is over, pretending to be mad, but leaned down to whisper in your ear to meet him at the locker room. 

The warmth of his breath and the sweet stickiness of his honey-like voice sent shivers down your spine, the sensation running across your arms and tickling your tummy. You didn’t think the opportunity would come so early, and you could swear you were going to have to put in the work since he was hard to read sometimes. But the fact the opportunity just fell right into your lap made you giggle. 

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands roamed all over your body as his lips devoured yours under the dimmed locker room lights. 

-> dilf pt!reiner suddenly seemed so cheeky as he plotted things in his head, the tiny smirk between tugs and smacks was something you had never seen before. 

-> dilf pt!reiner carried you effortlessly, legs wrapped around his waist, to sit down at the bench in the middle of the locker room, resting you on his lap, his hand holding your body against his, sticky skin making friction in a way that your cunt started to soak through your athletic wear. 

“If I didn’t understand your body, I wouldn’t be able to tell how wet and turned on you are for me right now” Reiner commented, his lips guiding themselves over to your neck as he positioned you on his thick, muscular thigh. You moaned into those warm lips that peppered lewd kisses on your neck, your hands running through the choppy strands of blond hair. 

He slipped down the sports bra to let it rolled up around your waist, but the complaints about the tightness never made the light of day, your mouth busy sucking the two digits inside your mouth, Reiner hypnotized by the way your fingers wrapped and took his fingers in so well, feeling his cock strain at any twitch of your tongue. 

-> dilf pt!reiner almost begged for you to suck his cock, pulling his fingers out of your mouth connected by a string of saliva, he was looking at you with such puppy eyes you couldn’t decline  -> dilf pt!reiner whose cock is veiny and thick and you thought you could suck forever just to hear him praise you in a way he never did before  -> dilf pt!reiner moaned when you first cupped his heavy balls on your hand

“Fuck! You’re so good to me” Reiner moaned, caressing the top of your head as you bobbed it up and down his length, slobbering down to the hand that was massaging his balls. It was surprising how a man so well put together was coming undone and vulnerable before your eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes teary as your tongue swirled around his flushed pink tip. He held your head down as spurts of white filled your throat and mouth. 

-> dilf pt!reiner kissed you so deeply and praised you for making him cum so well 

-> dilf pt!reiner who only by hearing your desperate little moans gets rock hard and needy for the wet cunt you’re grinding against his thigh 

“C’mon doll, I can make you feel so much better with my cock…” He urged you, snapping you from your frenzied pace in a desperate attempt to reach your release. 

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands cupped your ass so perfectly as he squeezed it and lifted you up to help you bounce up and down his length 

“Nhn! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” The word that echoed accompanied by the squelching your tight pussy was making. The words seemed like a dejavú almost, the image of you all pissed off screaming at Reiner seemed from years ago. 

“Oh, I know you can love, trust me on this one” His sweet words matched the deep and slow strokes he was giving you, eyes fixated on the way his thick cock stretched you out nicely. “You’re doing amazing, okay? Just deep breaths, and we’ll be on our way” 

Those were the same exact words he said to help you through tough workouts varying from extreme length to unbearable intensity. Even then, his sweet words had the same impact; you relaxed, and gave into the the pleasure of riding your personal trainer on the bench in the middle of the staff locker room. 

-> dilf pt!reiner lifted you effortlessly with his cock still buried deep inside you when he recognized the voices of two of his coworkers, their steps drawing near as he hid the two of you inside one of the showers, he covered your mouth, hearing the conversations they were having.  

“I don’t want a single sound out of you, okay?” He whispered, and you nodded under his grip that almost covered the lower half of your face completely. You nodded, thinking that was the end of it, that you’ll cockwarm him until they’re gone and it was safe. 

Until he started to draw long, painful strokes plunging into your cunt. 

The position he kept you in was allowing his cock to hit all the perfect spots with excellent angles. You closed your eyes, concentrating on not giving away both of your presences. But the extra effort just made you feel more. All the crevices that swollen leaking tip was reaching, making your mind go numb against the strong grip of his arms, the cold wall that supported your backside, and the thrill of getting caught. 

Reiner had his eyes closed, but because he prayed they left soon. He wanted to quicken the pace, and hear the sound of your hips clashing against each other in a perfect symphony. He felt you clenching around him almost exquisitely, and then his palm came into contact with moisture. 

“It’s alright princess, you’re doing so well” He whispered, drying your tears sweetly “You can cum, okay?” He shushed you, the tears flowing from the mind-shattering orgasm he was now giving you. 

He wanted to cry too, really. But because you looked so sweet under him, taking his cock so well as your tits bounced against his buff chest, following the same pace “God, you’re the best pussy I’ve ever had.”