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MDNI !! | CW : P in v, BDSM, fingering, riding, public sex, spanking, brat taming, GOGOGOGO. Overall smut smh. (This post finally includes black reader for someones request! Hope you like it!)
A/N : It's been a year daddy...... I really really missed u. OMG 😭 pls don't kill me ik i said i was posting this like three months ago, but i just got disconnected from reality or some shit like that, i'm so sorry pookies 😭😭😭
₊˚✧ Todo Aoi !!
Something quick before you shower.
Todo fingering you because you just ask too nicely.
Uh-oh, he gets obsessed with fingering you.
Size kink with Todo.
Todo's dream was to see you dressed up as one of Takada Chan's outfits, so you comply, and he's REALLY excited.
You just are enchanted with his size, so you get so sloppy when you suck him off.
₊˚✧ Naoya Zenin !!
Naoya taking you in the living room of the Zenin estate.
Preparing you to take him even inside of your tiniest holes.
Taming you, because you had starting to reveal against him.
Naoya using you like a ragdoll.
How your dates with Naoya always end.
He needed to fuck you one last time before he dropped you off at your parents house.
₊˚✧ Kashimo Hajime !!
Taking you from behind before your husband gets home.
Morning sex with Hajime.
Riding him, and he swears you are a siren at how you hipnotize him everytime you do it.
CONTENT WARNINGS: fwb to lovers trope, fluff, smut, he fucks you in your kitchen, single dad!toji, he’s a little possessive, reader is implied to be a bit younger than him (5+years)
sena’s note: i was going to write mechanic!toji first but changed my mind after seeing too much of that on tumblr. tattoo artist/piercer!choso is up next!
MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who was going to enjoy a saturday home with his preschooler, having told his employer specifically that he wasn’t going to take any jobs today
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who ended up getting an onslaught of calls by said employer anyway and nearly slammed his fist into his phone screen if it wasn’t for megumi sitting next to him and watching a cartoon on the tv
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who grimly pulled up to your house in his car with megumi sitting in the back, carrying a toolbox in one hand and holding megumi’s hand with the other
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI whose scowl faltered at the sight of you opening the door, looking nervous yet thankful at the same time; who couldn’t deny that your little smile tugged at his heartstrings
“i’m so sorry, sir. i wouldn’t have insisted for your employer to send someone if i had known—”
this was the fifth time in a row you’d apologized to the man while he was busy checking your outlets and wirings. he had immediately noted that the outlets you were using were burning hot, his nose picking up on a faint burning smell you were somehow oblivious of.
megumi was seated on your couch, kicking his chubby legs as he chewed on a chocolate bar you had handed him after his daddy agreed.
“it’s good that you insisted, ma’am. check this out,” his gruff voice cut you off as he beckoned you over with his finger to check behind a loose outlet in your bedroom. you gasped as you bent over, just to see a cable inside the outlet that was severely melted and had darkened in color. “that… i never plugged anything in that lately. how did that happen?”
toji set his toolbox down on the floor next to the outlet, shaking his head at how the outlets were wired in this apartment. whoever was here last, or at all, had done a shitty ass job, that was for sure. “when’s the last time you had an electrician over?”
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who gaped when you told him you never hired an electrician ever since you had moved into this place, which was a little over two years ago
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who felt bad about the state your place was in and how clueless you were, and did something he never thought he’d do — pausing when he spotted your leaking tab in the kitchen, and fixing it as well without expecting anything in exchange, earning himself a million words of gratitude
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who noticed how sweet you were to megumi, offering him snacks and talking to him about school and his friends, and who soon found out that you worked with children
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who left your place the same evening after having denied a hefty tip — something he had never done once in his life — and having gotten invited to come over for dinner next saturday along with his little boy to repay him with a homemade, nice meal =)
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who found himself coming over more often, with or without megumi, and whenever it was the latter, it ended with him being balls-deep inside of you at some point
“t—toji, r—right there! fuck, so good!”
the older, bulky man took it as a sign to dive his hips harder into your tiny body as he bent you over the kitchen counter. he could tell you had never really been satisfied by a man before. it was no wonder; men your age just couldn’t do it the way an experienced and older man like him could.
the harsh fabric of his work pants rubbed against your bare ass with every thrust, and you mewled and squealed as his thick cock hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly.
“mhm? say what, princess?” his veiny, calloused, huge hands were on either side of your head and your hole tightened embarrassingly at that. toji was a sexy man, and he fucking knew it. guys your age could never compare to who was rearranging your guts right now.
“never… never had a dick as—good as yours!” you were sobbing at this point, delirious from the pleasure he was giving you. “n—no one ever fucked me this— shit! ‘m cumming!”
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who explicitly told you he wasn’t the type to commit, that he was the type to hook up and move on; and who was first delighted that you didn’t seem to mind fucking with no strings attached either
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who soon grew displeased when he came over one day to see a shirt that was not his (it was obviously too small for his muscular built) in your room
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who never fucked you any rougher than he did on that day, and who didn’t even look into your face once
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who stopped visiting you in hopes of forgetting you, knowing it was just him thinking with his dick whenever you crossed his mind, who denied having actually grown fond of a woman’s entire being and not just her pussy
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who begrudgingly came to the realization that he couldn’t look at other women the same anymore after he met you; who would always lower his gaze when other female clients who were obviously attracted to him tried to show off their bodies or charm him, which left him cold and unaffected
➩ ELECTRICIAN!TOJI who ditched his useless pride for once and showed up in front of your door one noon to take you out properly, and not spend time in your shitty and malfunctioning apartment
✧ — there’s just some things that you do that are too irresistibly cute; oliver aiku, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, kunigami rensuke, bachira meguru ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊
✧ — 1k words (some parts are longer than others, oops)
✧ — fem!reader, established relationships, cuteness aggression, language (i have a potty mouth), reader is shorter than the boys but otherwise kept nondescript, fluff, soft!boys, whipped!boys, prolly some ooc (pls let me be delulu), domesticity, some subtle suggestiveness, not proofread (we die like men) (i’ll prolly go back and fix it up later but it’s 2am and my ass needs sleep), my writing :,)
✧ — it’s only my second post and i’m already switching my format slightly? yes. yes i am. i swear this is the only time i will change it up i hope. enough of my blabbing, here’s the things they find cute! <3 (tbh i feel like all of these could apply to all of them but for the sake of convenience i’m doing it this way)
aiku considers himself a tough man. he doesn’t coo at fluffy kittens or cute babies, and he sure as hell doesn’t do that weird baby voice thing when talking to them.
but you — oh, you’re something entirely different.
especially when you’re struggling to reach something on a high shelf.
maybe it makes him cruel, but when aiku notices you in this particular predicament, his first instinct isn’t to reach above you and grab the object you’re seeking for you — instead it’s to watch.
he watches as your shirt slips up your back, teasing him with that tiniest sliver of skin. watches as your dainty fingers try desperately to grasp the object that’s just out of your reach. revels in the little bounces you pull off as you try to gain some leverage through a small jump. melts on the inside when you finally give up and turn back to him with innocent sort of helplessness on your face and ask him for help.
only then does aiku feel that mistimed instinct to come to your rescue, and no, he absolutely does not flush or feel giddy when you beam at him and thank him with those adoring eyes.
when isagi had been asked what his “type” was, he genuinely didn’t have an answer. he always figured he’d just be attracted to whatever he was attracted to — and there was no need to put a name to it.
that was, until he met you — and then it became all too clear that isagi did have a type; the mother hen.
others may find it slightly overbearing to be bombarded by such intrusive mother-henning, but isagi finds it absolutely adorable. you’re always checking in on him, ensuring that he gets the proper amount to eat and drink, that he’s maintaining a healthy sleeping schedule; hell, sometimes you even chastise him when you feel he’s practicing too much — and even that is cute, because you get all pouty when you do so, your cheeks slightly flushed and eyes clouded with genuine worry.
it makes isagi feel seen and loved, cared for in a way that he’s never experienced before. in a way that he wants to bask in forever.
karasu absolutely adores your clinginess.
he’s heard many other guys sigh and groan about how smothered they feel when their girl is clingy, and truthfully, karasu simply can’t relate.
nothing makes him feel bigger than when you want to be near him. you wrap your arms around him and cling to him like a second skin, no matter what it is he’s doing. your love language is clearly physical touch, and you speak it so fluently — a hand in his, side to side, shoulder rubbing shoulder, arms wrapped around his middle, lips fastened to his neck or mouth.
when karasu is allowed to have his phone, he’s greeted with multiple messages, pictures and videos all from you, clogging up his feed — some may find that a little too needy, but karasu revels in it and saves every picture you send. he loves knowing you miss him and that he’s in your head more often than not.
you’re all over him, in person and in distance, and karasu loves it. finds it cuter than a fluffy kitten wearing a ribbon. maybe he squeezes you a little too hard when you throw yourself at him, but when you’re that damn cute and attached to him, how can he resist?
shidou never really thought about the allure of having a quote on quote “mini-me.”
at least, not until you started replicating everything he did. it started out small, with you merely adapting some of his words and phrases into your dialect.
but it didn’t take long for your attitude to start to morph into something similar to his; quick to temper, cocky, and shamelessly vulgar, shidou couldn’t help but see himself in you. gone was the woman he originally fell for. she had been replaced by someone molded from him, from his influence and love, and rather than irk him or put him off, it only drove him to love you even more.
you were so cute when you copied him. when you used all the insults to slice into someone that he would have used, when you developed his same “i don’t give a fuck” attitude, when you stopped letting other people walk all over you.
you’d effectively been shaped into a piece of him, and shidou would never grow tired of seeing the evidence of it.
kunigami will never tire of hearing your laugh.
no, not those cute little giggles you used to use around him — your real laugh, the one you only allow to slip out when you’ve become comfortable enough to do so.
you say you hate it, but kunigami swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful in his life — it’s purely angelic, and far too cute for him to handle.
there’s something about it that blazes up his chest and makes him feel lighter than a feather, especially when he’s the one that evokes it. it wraps around him like the warmest, comfiest blanket and makes him feel as if he’s on top of the world. it never fails to make him smile, even if he’s in the worst mood of the century.
bachira absolutely melts when you become defensive of him.
it’s a fairly common occurrence — you tend to take things said to or about him much harder than he himself does, and you’ll defend his honor until you’re blue in the face. it can be quite an entertaining sight when you catch wind of something a rival team member said; because you have zero hesitance to stomp right up to them and confront them.
bachira doesn’t mean to find it so cute — given how absolutely torn up you seem about it when it happens, bachira feels he shouldn’t view it the way he does; but he genuinely can’t help it.
seeing you become so worked up, with your full lips all pouty and your eyebrows drawn together, just warms him from the inside out. maybe it’s because he’s never had anyone become so emotional over a slight to his person, never had anyone so ready to swing just to “beat some manners” into someone because they were rude to him.
or maybe it’s because you’ve always just been cute, and you look even cuter when you get all worked up over him. whatever the reason is, bachira selfishly hopes you never stop — because he’s never felt more loved and cared for than when you do it.
as always, comments/likes/reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated! thank you so much for reading, lovelies!
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NSFT, dilf!bokuto, reader and bokuto have a child, mentions of pregnancy, semi-public beach sex (no one is around), cowgirl, breeding, reader is referred to as wife and mother, reader wears a bikini and a sundress, use of babe, baby, and love
written for @134340am's sundress szn collab
Ocean waves rhythmically crashing against the shore match the rise and fall of your chest, and the summer sun blazing above, with its warm fingertips brushing along your skin, has your body sinking further into serenity.
Bokuto stands before you— sand and sunscreen sticks to tan skin, and the spattering of freckles across his broad shoulders seem to glow underneath the sun’s rays. His salt and pepper hair, along with his black swim trunks that are just a smidge too short, remain soaked after a quick dip in the sea. The sunglasses perched atop your nose allow you to take in the gorgeous, gorgeous view of the man you married— well, they would if he weren’t relentlessly pacing, thumb hovering over the call button on his phone.
“Koutarou, he is fine,” you groan, rolling your eyes for the eighth time as you hold your palm out. Reluctantly, he sets the phone down in your hand, and you quickly shove it into your bag before he tries reaching for it again.
His cheeks puff out like they always do when he wants to disagree with you, “You don’t know that,” he mutters. “Anything could happen! Let me call my mom for an update, I swear I’ll be quick!” Bokuto insists, moving to open your bag for his phone.
You’re quick to snatch it away, “You said that ten minutes ago. I told you— your mom told you— that your son is fine! Relax, babe,” you sigh, tugging on the hem of his shorts to bring him closer to you. “Sit with me?” you ask peeking over your frames, hoping your thumb rubbing circles into his thigh is enough to coax him to rest.
After a week from hell, Bokuto’s mother had suggested you take the weekend to yourselves. Finding a daycare center, adjusting to Bokuto’s new practice schedule, getting Hiro to stop leaving his boogers on the TV remote, dealing with the mechanic for all the lights flashing on your dashboard… you weren’t aware a migraine could stick around for so long, and your legs almost gave out at the mere suggestion of a vacation.
“Go to the mountains, the beach, a love hotel for all I care! Let grandma spend some time with her baby, yeah?” she presses, turning to Hiro munching on blueberries in his high chair. Her voice pitches higher, softer when she sets her gaze on her grandson’s chubby cheeks, “Who’s the cutest Bokuto in the world, huh? Who could it be?”
Hiro squeals in response, giggling when he pops a berry into her open palm.
“It’s alright, mom, you don’t have to d—” Bokuto pipes up from the sofa, quickly cutting himself off when he sees the hopeful sparkle in your eye. He smiles softly at you, honeyed eyes genuine and understanding. He takes his mom up on her offer to babysit, already asking around for good places to stay for a weekend.
You both thought the beach would be good for you, and the private beach house Sakusa recommended was just perfect. The shore is clean and quiet, hardly any sound carries that far over the sand anyway, and the closest set of people were far off by the pier. Your book lays dog-eared across your lap, weighing down the fabric of your sundress to keep it from fluttering in the wind.
Bokuto plops down beside you with a huff, and his puppy dog eyes are simply not going to work on you! You love your son, but you're not giving up the oceanside when you know he’s being well taken care of... he’s probably being spoiled rotten if Bokuto's mother has any say in the matter. The grandma life suits her well, you think, and you remind yourself to thank her (again) for offering her time.
“But what if something happens? It’ll take us at least two hours just to get there… so much can happen in two hours. And my mom might not even call right away, too busy with an ambulance and talking to doctors and—”
“Koutarou,” you say exasperated, shoving your sunglasses off your face to sit atop your head. “Nothing is going to happen, baby,” you soothe, “Hiro is perfectly healthy and is under a very watchful eye right now. Your mom raised you didn’t she? Have a little more faith in the woman.” A laugh bubbles up from your chest, attempting to ease his worries with a smile you know he can’t resist (and maybe a kiss or two). “What are you going to do when he starts going to daycare? He won’t be with us twenty four-seven anymore,” you point out, popping another sweet kiss onto his sunburnt nose.
“I guess,” he sighs, holding a hand up to cover his brow as he looks out at the ocean, blinding sunlight shimmering atop the waves. “I just worry about him. Maybe we can go home tonight instead of tomorrow?” he asks, hopeful you’ll agree with him.
He doesn’t think much of it when you wordlessly make your way into his lap, large palms hold your waist for stability, and his fingertips lovingly squeezing at your sides as you settle over him. He leans into the way you run your fingers through his hair, your touch trailing down to his jaw and neck, holding his chin up and pressing a dizzying kiss to his lips. He tastes of the strawberries and seltzer sitting in the cooler to your right, a tart buzz left on your lips as you pull away.
He brings you back in for more, his request now forgotten. Bokuto quietly groans into your mouth as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. You press in close, hands roaming and indulging in a generous squeeze of the soft planes of his chest.
“Sure, we can go home early, Kou,” you offer, and your plush thighs spread over his as your cunt accidentally grinds over his rapidly stiffening cock. You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your tits spill out from the confines of your bikini top after pulling on its tie at the back of your neck. “But you can’t do this at home right now, can you?” you whisper, teasing and seductive, and you bite back a smile at his fixed gaze, eyes twinkling with anticipation.
His lips part on a breath, and he ignores your comments to dive straight for your chest, pressing kiss after kiss to the supple skin. His hands slide down from your neck to squeeze at your tits, his left hand plays with a nipple and the other offers support as he sucks marks onto your skin. Bokuto soaks in the heat from the sun and from your core on his lap, canting his hips up to gain some relief from the throbbing in his shorts.
His wet swim trunks are soaking the backside of your dress, but you pay it no mind, helpless to the heat bubbling in your stomach. Mindlessly, you drag your cunt over his bulge as his lips travel up your neck, leaving a trail of lovebites behind. His fingertips squeeze their way up your thighs, tugging at the waistband of your bathing suit until he’s pulling it all the way down. Two calloused fingers rub obscenely over your slit, teasing at your clit until you start squirming on top of him. “You’re way too good at distracting me, baby. How am I supposed to ignore this?” he asks, finally slipping inside. Your husband parts his lips when you do, gasping at the curl of his fingers.
Bokuto is well-versed in very few things, but your body is one of them. He expertly pushes the pads of his fingers against your softest spot, priding himself at the way your body jolts in his lap. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Some time away together, yeah?” he asks, glittering eyes catching yours as he takes a nipple into his mouth once more, fingers slipping out to rub practiced circles over your clit.
“That’s it, love,” he breathes, spit dribbling down his chin as your breath quickens and your hips chase after more. You cum with his name on your tongue, and his fingers don’t slow. He doesn’t stop until your nails start digging into his shoulders, the sting sending a familiar shock down his spine, and his dick jumps with anticipation.
A shakey “please, baby” has you scrambling to untie his drawstring, and Bokuto’s thighs twitch with every bump of your hand against his length. His breath shakes as you finally start pumping his cock, your thumb swiping over his aching tip as you let your spit fall from your mouth onto his shaft.
The flush to his cheeks has nothing to do with the blinding sun, and the thought of him getting all worked up because of you brings a smile to your face. Lax and loving, your nails drag across his chest. “If you promise me something, I’ll let you fuck me, Kou,” you drawl, the sweet lilt in your voice a melody impossible to resist, his lidded eyes stuck on your smile as he nods.
Sitting back on his thighs, you offer an ultimatum, “We stay for the weekend like we planned. No more calling your mother.”
“Please don’t mention my mom with my dick in your hand,” he grimaces, whining dramatically at the way you threateningly squeeze his shaft just underneath the head.
“You’re not listening to me, Bo,” you frown. “No going home early. No phone calls. Got it?”
“Deal.”
“Promise.” You squint skeptically, “I don’t believe you.”
“Yes–! Yes, please baby, I promise,” Bokuto squirms under your gaze, attempting to buck his hips into your hand. “No going home early. No phone calls,” he repeats with a determined sparkle in his eyes.
“Good,” you smile, relaxing the hand wrapped around his length. “Now that I think of it,” you say as you begin gently stroking him again, “I think little Hiro’s getting a bit lonely.” Bokuto’s eyes widen when they meet yours, pulse racing at the knowing smile you send his way. “Why don’t we give him a baby brother, huh, Kou?” you lift your hips, guiding your entrance over your husband.
He responds with a pleasured hiss as his leaking tip meets your skin, smearing precum over your folds. Bokuto’s thick cock never fails to make you wince as it breaches your walls, sinking deep, deep, deeper, until you’re fully seated on his thighs once more. Bokuto breathes in the moment. His fingertips brush along your thighs, stopping to lovingly rub his thumbs over your hips. The cotton fabric of your dress hides the way his fingers dig into you, a testament to how much your body, your love affects him. For as long as you’ve been together, he never gets used to how good it feels to be buried in your pussy— his wife’s pussy.
Though he wants to barrel through like he does everything in life, he chooses to take his time with you. He waits patiently for your breath to even out, for your shoulders to relax, for the kisses going up his neck to soften. He waits patiently to give you everything he has because you deserve it. Hel waits patiently for your command, for your fingers to tangle in his hair, tugging until he looks you in the eye, for you to smile and whisper the words he’s been dying to hear already:
“Fuck me, Koutarou.”
He whispers a poorly concealed “Fuck yeah” before he groans something animalistic, slowly rolling his hips, and you gasp at the feeling of his dick further swelling inside you.
The tip of his cock presses in deep, and the sweet sting of his girth stretching you wide has you craving more. Planting his feet and gripping your waist, he takes your command to heart. This dance is nothing new, but Bokuto can’t help but let your surprised gasps go straight to his head, inflating his ego beyond belief. He’s the one pulling desperate moans from your lips, making your thighs shake, tasting your love in your kisses.
Your whimpers are lost among the crashing waves, and the nails Bokuto can feel digging into his shoulders are only a sign to keep drilling into you. Still sensitive from his calloused fingers, you can tell you’re slipping, desperately trying to hold out on the cliffside as long as possible. You attempt to lift your hips yourself, craving that push-and-pull, but the iron grip on your waist doesn’t let you get very far. The seabreeze sends a chill down your spine at the same time he noses up the column of your neck. His teeth nip at the skin underneath your ear as he grunts low, “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me do my job, yeah?”
Before you can respond, he pulls your hips down against his, holding you there as he ruts hard, chasing your approval with his throbbing cock slipping between your folds. His fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs, shoving the fabric draped over them out of the way to get a good view of the sticky mess between your thighs, watching the way his cock splits you open. The creamy ring at the base gets him light-headed, pushing him over the edge far, far too soon, but he’s too blissed out to care. As you squeeze desperately around his length, he pumps his cum into you, not letting a drop go to waste. He revels in the overstimulation, smiling at the burning in the pit of his stomach that says “too much, too much,” and he ignores it in favor of catching you when you fall.
He lets you swivel your hips, watches your tits bounce in front of his face as you moan his name, using him for your pleasure. He’s never seen anything more beautiful.
Bokuto swears he could taste the pleas dripping from your mouth, that saccharine smile you once bore now held open on a botched inhale, breath caught in a moment of pure ecstasy. Your lips meet his in yet another strawberry flavored kiss, soft fingers tangling into the hair at his nape. You sigh against him, something dreamy and satisfied before leaning back onto his thighs. Your hands gently grip his cheeks, and you send him your very own Bokuto beam, bringing his head forward to plant a kiss between his brows.
When Bokuto opens his eyes, all he can see is you. The sun is bright as it shines above you, its rays haloing over your head— his gorgeous wife, the mother of his child. Bokuto promises then and there that he’ll make you a mother of two.
As your wedding ring glimmers in the sun, the sight of it following angry, red lines down Bokuto's abdomen as you eventually slump against him, his tummy touching yours with barely faded stretch marks, he’s reminded of just how much he loves you. He breathes in the salty air, looking up at the sky for a moment. Golden eyes track the clouds carried by the wind, nonsensical shapes blending and transforming, becoming something new he couldn’t imagine before. He wonders what it feels like to be up there, to be weightless among the clouds, to float by and have the wind caress his flushed cheeks. And when he looks down at you, smothering his chest with lazy kisses as you come down from your high, he finds that he doesn’t have to wonder.
He drops a kiss to the crown of your head, fingers gently smoothing your dress over your thighs to cover you from the seabreeze scattering goosebumps across your skin.
You hum in contentment, sinking further into his warmth as you murmur against his chest, “You carry the baby this time.”
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