Omg Stella If Youre Still Doing The Dilf Asks What Do You Think About Dilf Wakatoshi? ^-^
omg stella if you’re still doing the dilf asks what do you think about dilf wakatoshi? ^-^
DILF! WAKATOSHI is intimidating. someone his size exudes an aura that usually leaves most people staying out of his way, but despite his gruff exterior he's got the softest of spots for you. you've got that entire man wrapper around your little finger and he knows it, he indulges in it. he's at your beck and call. holds all your bags when the two of you are out shopping, lets you parade around in every outfit you bought while he praises how pretty the pieces look. always caves when you beg him oh so sweetly to relieve the ache between your legs in one of the dressing rooms. so, so big but also so patient when you take him. "such a good girl, such a good pussy taking all of me" deep groans and low rumbles of praise, his hands can basically span over each one of your asscheeks that's how big they are. adores it when you ride him, reverse or not, he gets to see your pretty face and the way your pretty cunt stretches to take him and cream around him — it's a win win <3
DILF ME UP!
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I’d love your thoughts on dilf Hawks 😍
DILF! HAWKS is a fox in sheeps clothing. he's retired from his hero days but he's just as strong as he use to be. he's got a bit more scruff round his his face and his hair is longer but he's still got that cheeky smile. prefers flying you to your destinations so he can dodge the paparazzi. teasing kisses and wandering hands, he can't help himself when it comes to you. "what? I ain't doing anything. don't tell me you're getting worked up from a few touches." very, very possessive of you, especially when strangers try hitting on you. the type to spread his wings out to their full length, effectively blocking the person trying their luck, shooting you a cheeky grin. "you were saying, darling?" he can be cocky at times but his entire facade falls apart when you've got him stuffed down your throat and his hands tied behind his back. loves it when you take control of his pleasure, he'll sing the prettiest whines for you if you tug at his hair <3
DILF ME UP!
#7 with geto for the nsfw prompt <3333
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥content warning: blowjob, hair pulling, praise.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: thank u anon for this :)
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despite how sweet looking your boyfriend looked, his mouth was extremely foul in the bedroom. he was patient and loving, the picture perfect gentleman who would never rush you into doing anything you didn’t want—but you wanted to finally thank him for how sweet he’s been to you.
you told him to relax against the headboard, spread his legs and guide you—show you exactly how he wanted you to suck him off. it’s not that you weren’t experienced, you just wanted to learn what made him feel good.
“drag your tongue from the base all the way up—fuck yeah, baby. just like that,” he sighed as you followed his instructions, your eyes focused on his facial expressions. your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking in gently.
you noticed how his leg was twitching, so your hand soothed his thigh before engulfing his cock inside your mouth. letting out a quiet groan, he proceeded to grab your hair in his hand, mostly to push it out of your face but also to grab onto something.
your free hand then wrapped around his cock, stroking it while sucking on the tip and you could hear suguru chuckle before he was sitting up, his hand gripping your hair a little tighter.
“oh fuck me, you’re learning so well, aren’t you?” his words gave you a confidence boost, and suddenly your hand was moving faster and your lips traveled down to lick at his balls.
you’ve never heard a man enjoy himself as much as he was right now. his forehead was sweaty, and his eyes were squeezed shut while muttering a few praise words here and there.
“that’s good baby— so fucking good, keep going,” not like you were planning on stopping. not when he looked so heavenly. your other hand helped slowly massage his balls while your mouth went back to his sensitive tip, sucking on it.
his thighs trembled and his stomach stuttered when he finally came, and you helped him ride out of his orgasm by kissing the spot above his dick. suguru stared down at you with heart eyes, breathing hard from the mind blowing orgasm you gave him.
“oh come here baby, gotta pay you back now.”

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tags: p.2 to THIS DRABBLE but can be read alone i think, yakuza!suna/escort!reader

It took you a long time to learn how to walk in heels.
It didn't come to you naturally like it does for some, the movement instinctively fluid and swanlike and effortlessly simple. You had to practice at it, starting with shorter heels and smaller steps and a slower pace, before eventually working your way up to any degree of grace.
The process wasn't without its failings, to be sure. Not without stumbling or blisters or icepacks that you had to press to your aching feet at the end of a long day. But you got the hang of it eventually, it just took a bit of time.
It feels like a lifetime ago now as your steps click across the marble floor of the lobby with an easy, steady gait. You listen to the rhythmic noise each meeting of your heels make against the tile and remember the girl you were all those years ago, in much shorter heels, with a whole lot less life under her belt.
She'd never be able to walk in these shoes.
Especially not in this place.
The day had started out like any other, showing up to the club in the evening and getting yourself ready in the little room you'd been assigned to for the day. It was neither particularly luxurious nor notably shabby, the same as the rest of the suites that line the hallway at the back of the members only club at which you're employed—each close to any average hotel room, though perhaps a little more sterile. First you showered in the adjoining washroom, and then you changed into the outfit you'd brought with you for that evening. You were just in the process of styling your hair when a knock at the door interrupted you.
Your eyes flashed to the clock hanging on the wall, a little startled—you still had almost 25 minutes to the start of your scheduled shift, so no one ought to be calling on you so soon.
"Come in," you'd called out, though your voice sounded a bit confused.
Your manager's face appeared around the edge of the door once it creaked open, and your confusion only grew.
Kaito has never been someone you like. He isn't far from your age, from what you can tell, but he's a man who errs perpetually on the wrong side of sleazy—what with his over-gelled hair, his tastelessly flashy suits, and his sharp, insincere smile that always has the infallible effect of setting your own teeth on edge.
That day was no different.
"You're out today," Kaito said as you dipped your body in his direction in greeting. You froze, still hunched in your shallow bow.
"What?" you asked him as your head popped up in shock, your tone cold.
You'd checked your schedule at least three times that day. You were sure you'd been on the schedule to start at 7, and the guy manning the front desk had given you the key to this suite when you checked in, so clearly when you'd arrived half an hour prior he'd seen your name there too.
"Change of plans. You were requested." Kaito shot you a particularly implicative look you didn't like, and you cared for the way his gaze slipped down to the dip of your neckline even less. "You've been so popular lately."
"Who called for me?" You questioned him, clearing your throat pointedly as Kaito's canine caught his lower lip in a subtle bite. His eyes flickered up to meet yours after another moment of appreciating your tits.
"Who do you think?" he asked you as his brows lifted tauntingly.
Heat flared in your face at his words, and at the sudden prospects they implied.
"A driver will pick you up in half an hour," Kaito added dismissively before stepping back towards the door to leave.
"Why can't Toma take me to the hotel?" you asked, referring to the club's driver who usually took you to your calls out.
(You're fond of Toma—a quiet man in middle age who always treats you kindly. Just knowing that he'll be there waiting to pick you up at a scheduled time always feels like a quiet reassurance on nights like these.)
"They've been nice enough to send one of their own tonight, and you're not going to the hotel," Kaito paused to explain.
Not going to the hotel?
"Inarizaki has been incredibly good to us, you know." Kaito's voice suddenly lost the affectation of charm that he usually laid on thick. The mere mention of the name was enough to make goosebumps raise along your skin. Still hesitating in the doorway, Kaito glanced over at you—and for a moment you wondered if the look you were seeing behind his eyes was insistence or worry. "Just... be sure to return the favour, yeah?"
You're not sure where you were dropped off by the driver.
It's not that you find yourself in some remote place on the edge of town—you're in the heart of the city's centre, on a street you've travelled a hundred times—the high rise just isn't one that you've ever frequented before. As you step across the threshold, you can't help but think the sumptuous interiors remind you more of a luxury hotel than a complex of condominiums like the sign says outside.
There had been a note waiting for you in the back of the sleek black car that had picked you up at the club, though all that had been written on the piece of paper was an apartment number and a code—which you could only assume was for a door. It's tucked away in your pocket now, out of sight, and you've committed the code to memory.
As your heels click against the marble while you cross the glistering lobby towards the elevators—the tap, tap, tap counting out your pace metronomically—something squirms in the pit of your stomach.
Up on one of the highest floors of the towering building, your fingers shake slightly as you type in the code to the keypad outside the specified door. You pause and fight to steady them after you begin to press the six digits into their corresponding keys—no one likes a girl who's trembling, after all—and after a few breaths you manage to get it right: the light on the upper right hand corner of the automated lock blinks green three times, and you're able to turn the knob of the door.
It's quiet when you step inside, which surprises you.
You half expected to be walking into a party, or an orgy, or the former that would eventually lead to the latter. But instead, you're met with a perfectly still, and pristinely tidy, living space.
You hesitate for a moment as the front door swings closed behind you, processing the shock, and then you bend down to slip your shoes off of your feet. If he wants you to put them back on later, you'll do so without complaint—but for now you don't want to make any presumptions. Next you shuck your thin coat, folding it over your arm, and you tiptoe across the threshold of the genkan—creeping further into the home as quietly as you can.
Your pulse is thrumming under your skin unpleasantly, the unfamiliarity of the place setting you on edge.
"Hello?" you call out weakly in the condo, but you receive no answer back.
You're alone.
Or you seem to be, at least.
You pause in the middle of the expansive living space, next to a long L-shaped sofa in the centre of the room with a square table in front of it. Along one side of the high ceilinged home is a kitchen so sparkling you can't help but think it's never been used. There's a broad dining table with eight chairs poised before a wall of windows not far from you too, with a remarkable view of the city just beyond the glass. Along the opposite side of the space to the kitchen is a set of stairs that passes more windows, leading to a second level that you can't see much of from your place on the first floor, but can only assume is where the bedrooms are found.
The place is gorgeous, you make no effort to deny it. You just don't know where the hell you are.
You rest your hand on the back of the sofa as you stand beside it, and the leather is buttery-soft under your touch. You run your fingers along it to appreciate it for a moment.
"Oh, you're here."
Your eyes snap up to the top of the stairs, in the direction of where you hear the words originate.
Suna stands at the landing of the second floor with a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips and a towel around his neck. His hair is wet, seemingly fresh from the shower if the droplets of water clinging to his tattooed neck and chest are anything to go by, and he's got one hand ruffling through it with the edge of his white towel. He peers down at you, his usual secretive little smile on his face.
"Hello, Suna-san," you greet him with a polite little bow.
"I wasn't expecting you here so soon," he remarks, letting his towel drop to rest around his neck again and shuffling towards the staircase's railing. He leans over it, peering down at you. "Have you been waiting long?"
"No, I only just arrived. Thank you for sending a driver for me," you say quietly, averting your eyes down towards the coat still looped over your arm. You bite the inside of your cheek as you gather up the nerve to say more. "There's really no need for you to go out of your way like that. I'm more than happy to be escorted by the club's—"
Suna clicks his tongue, interrupting you before you can finish your thought. You don't even have time to be frustrated, because his reply is so perplexing. "No can do, unfortunately. This place has to stay just between the two of us."
Your gaze snaps up to him again in surprise, and you catch the way the corner of his mouth curls up more noticeably. Even from the opposite side of the grand room you see the flash of mischief behind his eyes, warm and mirthful. He lets his long arms dangle over the railing, leaning his body further out across it.
"I wouldn't want just anyone knowing where I live, after all."
Your heartbeat is still racing in your throat, but it feels less threatening now—a hum of anticipation singing underneath your skin. You swallow over the knot of your pulse.
"You live here?" you ask him, your voice sounding a little higher than you intend it to—the surprise you feel evident in the tone even in spite of your efforts to conceal it.
He hums, pushing himself back from the railing and descending the staircase at a lazy pace. Once he reaches the last step, and eventually the main floor, that hammering of your pulse kicks up in intensity again.
"What do you think?" he asks, looking around at the home—his home—around you.
You glance around, though you barely register anything you're looking at, too overwhelmed to take anything in. You clear your throat a little before replying, "It's very nice."
Suna tilts his head to the side, a look of quiet confusion on his face as he considers you. He approaches you slowly, his eyes fixed firmly on you all the while.
"You're nervous," he remarks.
He reaches up, his fingertips brushing against the skin of your shoulder—not dissimilarly to the way you'd been appreciating the smooth leather of his sofa a few moments prior. You shiver at the gentle touch.
"I'm not nervous," you say, a lie if you've ever told one. But you shouldn't be nervous. You've been doing this job for too long to get so rattled over a simple change of scenery.
But the change of scenery isn't simple. Nothing about Suna Rintarou is, after all.
It's not lost on you just who the man you stand before is. Just what he does that affords him such a beautiful home. Why it's imperative that the address be kept secret.
Suna Rintarou is a dangerous man, even as he stands at your side running his fingertips along the ridge of your clavicle with the ends of his hair still dripping wet from the shower and hanging in his deceptively sweet eyes.
But it's not his profession that you fear might bring you harm, it's the little smile that shows his teeth which spreads across his face when he catches how you shiver under his touch, and the way it makes your heart knock against your ribs when you see it that scares you more than anything.
"Okay, you're not nervous," he says quietly, but there's a knowing, placating lilt in his low voice. He reaches up and takes your coat from your arms, laying it over the back of the sofa. Next, he catches your wrists in his large hands, his touch slipping slowly along your arms until he uses his hands to guide them up around his neck. You let him move you how he wants to—obliging, just as you were trained to be—and in one easy movement he wraps an arm behind you and hitches you up to his waist.
You cling to him tightly, your lips hovering a hairsbreadth away from his own. The hem of your dress has crept up in the movement, now rucked up around your hips like a belt. You can feel the heat of Suna's skin radiating through the thin lace of your panties where your core is pressed against the firm plane of his lower abdomen, and it makes your breath hitch in your throat when the sensation registers.
Suna groans a little at the soft sound you let out, pulling you even more firmly against him as his mouth descends upon your throat. The hand he's not using to support your weight cradles the crown of your head, tipping it back slightly so your neck is bared to him more openly. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses right over the place when your pulse is beating most violently.
"I planned to give you a tour," he murmurs into your skin, and your fingers tangle in his hair as you feel the brush of his teeth against the sensitive little spot where your throat slopes down into your shoulder. He pulls away, staring up at you with eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "I think it's gonna have to wait."
Suna carries you over to the massive dining room table on the other side of the room, but keeps his mouth pressed to yours all the while, his tongue sliding noisily against your own. Your head is spinning so terribly as you try to match his pace that you hardly even realize what's happening before he lays you down flat against the cool marble tabletop, and you hiss as the stone meets your heat-flooded skin.
Suna pulls away and stares down at you from above, your legs still wrapped around his waist. The weight of his gaze is overwhelming, and you turn your face away as you fight to catch the breath that evades you. The cityscape lit beyond the glass makes you pause for a moment, even prettier from up close than it was on the other side of the room. Suna's hands slip up your thighs, inching towards the delicate waistband of your underwear.
"This view is nice," you comment breathily, and in the faint reflection that you can make out in the window's pane you see Suna glance in its direction only briefly.
"Oh, yeah?" he asks, before taking your chin in his hand and tipping your face back up in his direction to kiss you again. You whimper against his lips as you feel his fingertips dip beneath the lace between your legs, and he pulls away from your mouth only far enough so he can mutter a final, rasping "I've seen better."
ྀི BIRTHDAY SUIT ྀི nanami kento x fem reader ྀ



WARNINGS: unedited. strong language. suggested power dynamic. size kink. suit fetish. reader is wearing a skirt. minimal plot, smut heavy. praise. established relationship. cmnf. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

you were comfortably seated at nanami's desk, eyes playing at his figure. he always dressed nicely, but today you were paying extra attention to his outfit.
"'nami," you called, drawing his attention from the window he was staring outside of contemplatively. he hummed in response, and you patted the desk in front of you. "c'mere. i'm getting bored."
he huffed, but made his way to you. his shoes made calculated taps against the wooden floor and your heart happily synced with the beat of his movements. "you know, your boredom is entirely your own fault. i told you today would be busy for me. i can't spend all day entertaining you."
you looked up at him, eyes glittering from the window-filtered sunlight. "unfortunate." your pen was tracing pre-written letters on already-signed paperwork. "i need a break. been working for a while."
"you signed a few papers," he exhaled with amusement.
"doesn't mean anything. i'm still workin'." you nodded to add punctuality to your claim.
he thought for a second before responding. "okay. get up then."
"why?" you slid the pen you were doodling with behind your ear.
his eyebrow quirked. "because i said so."
"you're bossy," you pouted, standing from the desk and moving aside before glaring at him through long eyelashes.
"and you're obedient." he moved to sit in his desk, and you couldn't help but notice how well he fitted there. formal attire and a pointed attitude had carved him to be the perfect businessman, and in your eyes, the most attractive man alive. he patted his lap, drawing your attention from his appearance. "sit."
you sat on his lips, feeling excitement brewing in your stomach at the way his six-foot frame felt behind you. his chest was hard, and you couldn't help but wiggle into his hips.
you mentally prepared yourself for his verbal reprimands for being a brat; instead, he moved one hand to your waist, grabbing the pen from behind your ear while peppering kisses by the other. you hummed into the feeling, back arching upon instinct.
"i really should be working," he mused into your ear, "you should be, too." despite his words, one of his hands made their way to your hips and the other to your throat.
you nodded against his touch and you stammered out a meek, "i know," while he ground you into his hips. "i know," you echoed.
he groaned and stood, bending you over the desk. he let his hands roam down the sides of your thighs, butterfly touches leading to the hem of your skirt. "who's my good girl?" he asked while pulling your skirt up.
"i am," you meeked out, head dropping as one of his hands preformed practiced touches through your panty-clad labia.
he cooed a, "thats right," before letting his hands slide off of you. "mind if i undress you?"
"please do," you shook your head and he spun you around, electing to unbutton your blouse first. he marveled at your bra before continuing, sliding the fabric from your arms.
"you're pretty." he slid your skirt off now, taking your panties off with it. "c'mon. bend back over f'me."
you closed your eyes hard, heat boiling under your skin as you bent back over. the wooden desk was cold against your skin, balancing out the lava below your skin. you heard his hands unbutton his trousers, undoing the zipper and pulling his cock from the fabric.
"are you ready?" you nodded im response, and he groaned out a, "fuck, thank you."
he slid the tip through your folds, shuttering at how wet you are. he put one hand on the small of your back, pushing it down, while the other guided him into you. you moaned at the feeling, whimpering out a, "'ts too big, 'nami," to which he shook his head, coaxing you with sweet words back.
"no, no, i know it isn't, sweet girl. you've taken it before." he gave you a few seconds before starting to move; your nails scratched the desktop and he moaned in response. watching you struggle under him did something to him-- it reminded him that he was big, and better yet, that you'd do anything for him. a hand overlapped yours, pressing you further into the desk as he fucked you harder.
he grabbed your hair, pulling your head upwards so he could relish in the way your eyes fluttered. "you're so good, oh my god," he buried his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling your skin.
"i'm close," you stressed; nanami snaked his hand under you, rubbing small circles into your clit.
"that's right," he gasped, plowing you into the desk while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. "cum."
you didn't need to be told twice, and you pressed your face into the arm that was stabilizing you. "oh my god," you pleaded. "fuck!"
he stood straight and grabbed both of your hips, pressing himself as deep into you as he could before orgasming. you groaned at the feeling of his cum shooting inside of you, shuttering as he pulled out.
"fuck. that was good," he cleared his throat, fixing his tie before picking up your clothes and helping you get dressed. he helped you step into the panties, then he helped you clasp your bra on.
you nodded with a giggle. "it was. thank you." you muttered into a kiss. you slid your skirt on and he helped you button up your shirt. "i love you."
he smiled, cleaning off his glasses before sliding them back on. "i love you, too."

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hi hii!! opinions on dilf nicholas wolfwood? 🤲
DILF! NICHOLAS is a tease. perhaps he gets too much kick out of whispering pure filth in your ear in that low drawl of his voice, or the fact that his touches always linger far too long when you're doing domestic things around the house. he's got some scruff and he's cut back on his smoking but he's still got a cross around his neck that dangles in your face when he fucks you — pure blasphemy. the type to spank your ass whenever you're bent over. sleazy smiles and low chuckles cause "aren't you the cutest lil thing?" he knows he's got you hooked <3
DILF ME UP!