Pairing: Dilf!bokuto X Fem!reader

𖥻 ‹𝟹 pairing: dilf!bokuto x fem!reader

𖥻 ‹𝟹 tw: fluff, oral sex (f), love confession (?), dILF BOKUTO. (not proofread like always :p) nsfw content mdni.

𖥻 ‹𝟹 wordcount: 1,6k

you’ve been looking for a job for the longest time know, applying to every place you found, not even minding what the job was about. that is until one of your father’s coworkers, called bokuto, asked you about giving some general classes to his 8 y/o son. all you needed to do is help him with his homework and assigments. an easy job and well paid, that is.

you knocked on the door, waiting for your dad’s coworker to open it. you would have expected a normal size house, like yours for example. but man, this house was huge. a far “coming!” could be heard and the most handsome, big and attractive man opened the door with the brighest smile.

“ah, you must be (y/n), right?” still amazed by his presence, you just nodded, cheeks now a pinkish color. “well, c'mon c'mon, don’t just stand on the doorway darling.”

he pulled you in to his house, still smiling to you. the nickname he gave you taking you by surprise, making your cheeks to grow redder. the interior of the house was almost blinding due to the white walls and furniture being reflected by all the dazzling lights. just a few pictures of him and his kid hanging around.

“your father told me you were a really good student, so that’s why i thought you could help my son, but he didn’t tell me you were this pretty.” he approached you, big hand on your lower back montioning you to keep walking inside, making you shiver a little. “my son is in his room. just walk upstairs to the second room on your right.” he kept that bright smile on his face the whole time. “i’ll prepare something for the both of you!”

and with that he went to the open kitchen. you just muted an almost inaudible “okay” and went to his son’s room where a kid looking exactly the same as his father was waiting for you.

after the first day, came a lot more. then weeks and months, you were earning a lot of money thanks to bokuto. and his son was doing pretty good in school thanks to you.

everyday you got to know a little more about him, since he always had a little chat with you after the study session was over. your learned that he divorced his wife after he knew she was cheating on him. that was when his son was barely 2 years old. then, he won the trial and the custody of his son.

he didn’t get married again because he was really focused on his job and his son. that taking all his time in the day. you didn’t know why but that information gave you some sort of relief. you learned that he was indeed way younger that your dad, 35 years old.

you noticed his behaviour towards you changed a little everyday, for the better of course. he would always compliment your outfit or hair, even if you just wore some sweatpants and a shirt. he always assured you that you looked good with anything.

you even started to put a little more effort on the way you looked just to hear his “you look really pretty today (y/n)!” or his “wow, you sure are beutiful!”. every compliment igniting somehing in you, something you were to scared to accept. 

today was like any other day, your dad drove you to bokuto’s house, you waited outside of it after knocking a few times and waited for him to open the door for you. but this time he opened the door a little surprised to see you here, a frown adorning his beautiful face.

“what are you doing here today? my son’s in a birthday party!” you just looked at him, mimicking his frown. then it hit him, he didn’t tell you that piece of information. “oh shit, i forgot to text you about it right?” he looked through his phone, searching for the message he never wrote and never sent you. 

“don’t worry bokuto-san! i can call my dad again to pick me up.” you smiled at him, a smile so bright and wide that made his heart jump everytime. a smile that he caught himself thinking about at anytime in the day. that derived  on him thinking about you; the way you talked, how your eyes squinted when you smiled, the way your hips moved, the shine of your hair, the colour of your lips. fantasazing after how good they would look around his cock or moaning his name. 

he thought this opportunity was given to him by god himself, he could not let it slip through his fingers. “oh no please! come inside, let me invite you to some coffee for the drive here! it’s my fault after all.” 

the evening with bokuto went by so fast with all the jokes and story telling, really enjoying spending time with him. in one of all the fit of laughters that you had during the evening, you placed your left hand on bokuto’s arm while you grasped your tummy with the other one, crying and laghing because of some of his colleges stories. 

that subtle touch and the happiness on your face made something ignite inside of bokuto’s chest. something that he hasn’t felt since the first years of marriage with his ex wife. something that he’s been longing for so long. something that he only found on you again. 

he put his own hand on top of yours, making you to look up at him. your heart doing backflips on your chest. this is where you realized your feelings. feelings that you kept bottled up, afraid for he outcome of it. 

you were afraid of his reaction. did he felt the same way? there’s no way, he was your “boss”. but if he did correspond your feelings, how would people react to it? it frightened you, what people would think about it, how would your parents react to it. for god’s sake he was your father’s coworker! this was supposed to be a job relationship with no feelings involved! 

all of this blurred out when you caressed his face and pressed your lips on his. a kiss so awaited by both of you, that took bokuto by surprise, but that he happily returned ignoring his inner voice telling him that this was wrong. 

he succumbed to the kiss, to the way your lips moved along his, the sound you made when he granted access to your own mouth with his tongue, to the feeling of your fingers caressing his cheeks and neck. he succumbed to you.

soon the kiss turned messy and desperate, tongues lapping and teeth clacking. his hands roamed your body, scared that if he stopped you would disappear. breaking the kiss you both looked at each other lovingly as if you were trying to express your feelings with your eyes. feelings that tip toed on your tongues, too scared to say something.

“y/n, i know this sounds crazy but fuck, i really like you.” your eyes widened at his confession. “i know this is wrong and i’m too old. but no matter how much i want to, i can’t seem to get you out of my head.” bokuto looked nervous. surely his confession was something that you didn’t expect but damn if it didn’t make your heart burst.

taking both of his hands on yours, your eyes met his and with a warm smile you leaned into him again almost pressing your lips on him. “i like you too bokuto” the kiss was nothing like the first; it was soft and lovingly, pouring both of your hearts into it — all of your feelings exposed to each other.

your bodies soon moved upstairs to his bedroom. you laid on your back with bokuto’s lips still on yours. his hands were everywhere: your waist, your hips, your thighs, your face. every inch if your skin was covered with his kisses and hands.

playing with them hem of your shirt he stopped, his eyes looked at you with pure lust and love. “can i baby?” you nodded too lost in the scent that surrounded you — bokuto’s scent. “i’m gonna need more than that. use your words pretty” your eyes never left his face. “yes kou, i give you full consent to do anything with me”

he growled, pressing his forehead on your tummy. “you’re gonna drive me crazy” resuming his movements, he took off your shirt with your own help. his shirt and sweatpants came after, only you left in a pair of shorts. pulling them down he almost salivated at the sight of your covered pussy in some blue underwear.

pressing wet kisses on your thighs, his fingers played with your covered folds earning some whimpers from you. he then proceeded to take off your underwear, now dampened with your slick. placing both of your legs on his shoulders, he looked back at you and smirked before giving a little kiss to your clit.

that little kiss turned into kitten licks and then into long desperate ones. his hot tongue ran through your folds, tasting every part of you as if your pussy was the first meal he had in ages. his tongue played with your pussy while two of his fingers thrusted into you. wet sounds and moans filling his senses.

he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, announcing your upcoming orgasm along with your high pitched moans and some “please, bokuto” he never stopped his ministrations, if so, he increased them. “i know baby, i know. just cum for me yeah? be a good girl and cum on my tongue” and with that you reached your high, the coiling feeling on your stomach unraveling.

at that exact moment you didn’t care about what people would say. the only thing you knew was that bokuto was the man you would like to spend the rest of your life with.

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Uses ‘loml❤️’ unironically because why not? In turn everyone around you both cringes asf

“You are the love of my life though—🤨”

Hina, BAJI, Venti, HU TAO, CHILDE, Pah chin, Koko, Hinata, KUROO, Makoto, Asahi

Uses ‘loml💚’ ironically because they can’t go 10 minutes without pissing you off they just need you to react and they’re happy.

“Darling, honey, love of my life please can you use those vOLupTuous legs of yours to pass me the remote—”*snicker*

HANMA, Mikey, NAHOYA, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, suna, Kaeya, Venti again, SANZUUU, Yuzuha, rindou, RAN

2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ

Ah yes beefy men—Bokuto is so insatiable fuck 😫😫

crush me like a butterfly [nsfw]

Synopsis: beefy men using their weight to their advantage during sex

Notes: I learned that wonho is less beefy than bokuto, atsumu and others and I haven’t been the same since. Just eagerly horny to be crushed, like please sit on me.

Featuring: bokuto, atsumu, ushijima, daichi, osamu, suna

warnings: fem body parts, public sex, handcuffing, MAJOR breeding kink, manhandling, unprotected sex

suna who fucks you up against the wall of the janitor’s closet. you’re the manager for his team and have been in a secret relationship for the past few weeks. it’s safe to say that the sexual tension between you two had increased overtime. most of the time it was the cause of you doing innocent things like bending over, chewing on your bottom lip, laughing at something someone said or the worst, touching another player as you help them. suna is notorious for getting jealous and in result fucking the shit out of you. you have your legs around his waist, his hips are doing most of the grunt work out of anger. not only are they holding you up but their movement causes rin’s fat tip to hit up against your gspot every time. your eyes roll back in your head and before you can let out a moan, the middle blocker shoves two of his fingers in your mouth. “look at you, acting like a bitch in heat around my cock right now. if you can’t shut the fuck up ill give you a reason to be loud.” he hissed, pressing more of his weight into you. but it doesn’t matter how quiet you are, not when anyone within a 20 foot radius could hear his fat balls clapping against your ass and the ‘thump thump’ of the door…

atsumu who drags you both to the rooms at the victory village to test out the beds durability…and your flexibility. you’re there for gymnastics, he’s there for volleyball. the minute he got alone time in the room without any of his roommates, he didn’t hesitate to tear off your clothes and his. next thing you know you’re folded over in a mating press, your boyfriend pounding your cunt. you’re a bawling mess as his pace doesn’t let up and your breathing is restricted because of his weight. if atsumu is one thing, he is thick. his muscular thighs hug your sides, caging your body. the place where both of your bodies meet is obscenely messy. there’s a loud squelch from every time the faux blond pulls out and he can’t help but crave more of it. he wants you be entirely ruined for him. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. he’s going to go for as long as it takes to break you. “you can take more can’t ya angel? gotta see just how good these beds are…and how far i can spread these pretty legs.”

ushijima who batters your pussy with his absolute fat rod of a cock. the ace hadn’t used his full strength in the past but when you begged him to, saying that you could ‘handle’ it, you really didn’t know what you were signing up for. currently he has you laid out for him pretty on the bed, hips pounding your ass and causing your whole body to move up the bed each time. “t-toshi, slow down…” you whine, trying to grab his forearm but failing. he only takes your hands and pins them down to the bed, his hulking figure smothering yours as he readjusts his hips to move at a faster pace. a shrill cry escapes you as you lay there, unable to do anything but take it all. the ace tsks at your whining and shakes his head. “you asked for this love. you said you could handle it so that’s what you’re going to do. you’re going to be a good girl for me and take it all. got it?”

bokuto who absolutely lost it when he saw you holding your friend’s baby at a party you two went to. he can’t help but imagine you pregnant with his child and how cute you would look. that night when you both got home, he pushed you both into the bedroom and shut the door. bokuto pulls off your bottoms before removing his own. he strokes himself and whines when his hands come in contact with his sensitive balls. the man is just about ready to burst. he hooks your legs around his waist, instructing you to lock your legs together. the first time he pumps his load into you, there’s an animalistic look in his golden eyes as he feels your cunt milk him so well. he has you laying on your stomach, his weight basically on top of you as he drills into your pussy again and again. the best you can do is hold onto his arms and listen to his grunts. the poor baby has overstimulated himself for so long that he has both of you shaking. “i’m sorry baby, can’t help it…need to make sure that i fuck a baby into you by tonight. i can’t wait any longer-ha, you’re going to look so beautiful carrying our babies…my babies. you’ll give me a whole volleyball team, right? they’re going to look so cute…”

hate fucking with osamu. you’re business rivals and your relationship has never been the best. there is constant bickering and criticism of food ideas and recipes, often getting the better of you two. but one thing neither one of you two could admit was the underlying sexual tension that’s there. so one day when he sees you flirting chatting with another restaurant owner, one that you happen to be on way better terms with than him, he snaps. osamu marches over to your restaurant and drags you into his own, not caring that he interrupted your conversation. you sputter and complain the entire time, calling him an ‘asshole’ and a ‘human with no decent respect’. but as soon as he’s in his office he shreds your clothes before he fucks you over a chair near the window. he presses your bare body against the glass. “not so talkative now, are ya?” he breathes into your ear. “yer such a slut, anyone could walk by and see ya like this and you’d like it, wouldn’t ya?” he pushes your tits against the transparent surface, groaning when your plush ass grinds back on his cock. you whimper in response, the pressure too much but he only pins your hands above so they can’t move. “aht aht baby, you take what i give ya.”osamu really hopes that the man can see how well he fucks you and that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good.

daichi who handcuffs your wrists so you can’t move or touch him as part of your ‘punishment’. currently he fucks you from behind, his strokes slow and deep. each time he fully thrusts back in you feel yourself coming close to release but then daichi deprives you of it by pulling away. you whine, your hand itching to grab ahold of his thick thighs to bounce yourself back on him. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, thrusting into you for the umpteenth time. “want more, dai. want your cock.” “but that’s what i’m giving you right now, right? i’m being a lot nicer than i should be aren’t i? maybe if you ask politely i’ll let up on your punishment.” he doesn’t have to tell you twice. “please fuck me harder, i’ve been good m’deserve it! i promise i’ll be on my best behavior!” you plea, trying to back into his touch. he chuckles before he yanks back your tied up wrists so you’re pressed flush to his chest. he swiftly grabs ahold of your thighs before pinning you under him. police training has really paid off, huh? next thing you know daichi is bullying your cunt, his pace unruly. there’s nowhere for you to go or budge. instead of begging for more you’re now begging him to slow down. your thighs cramp from where he holds you in place and you hear him snicker. “but this is what you wanted, right? this is what you were begging for? my cock? i don’t think criminals get to decide what they don’t or do get and when.”

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This is so cute I cant—💀🥲🌸💕

(Title wip) Osomatsu/Male reader part 1

This fic was inspired by the prompt, “Let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like.” It’s still a work in progress, but I think I’m going to make this a series, if anyone wants to see more! I have a lot of it written out, so I'll just be posting in parts if anyone wants me to. Also warning SORRY if this is a little wonky to read, I didn't go in and edit it, so this is just the raw flow from my brain, the only thing I think I'm going to revise is the smut scene, which will be in part 2, just because I don't think I'm entirely happy with how that specifically turned out. (Although with that argument, I should probably revise this part too because I wrote it mostly while I was high, but I'm just rambling now, sorry).

Pairing: Matsuno Osomatsu/Male reader

TW: Cigarette and brief use of weed, alcohol use and impairment, mild internal homophobia/closeted and afraid

Part 1 summary: You and Osomatsu have been best friends since you were children. You were now adults in your mid twenties, still as close as ever, and after an impromptu night of drinking, finally admit your feelings for each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character or series

The evening air was cool, the soft breeze lapping at the oversized jacket that you donned. Smoke spilled past your lips as you exhaled, quickly dissipating into the breezy night. Raising the cigarette back to your slightly chapped lips, ready to take another puff, your eye catches someone approaching in the near-distance. You take a drag, sucking the smoke in, watching the stranger as he strides closer, quickly recognizing him as he passes under a dimly lit street light- he was unmistakable to you.

And, of course he was unmistakable. He was only your best friend, after all. You reminisce for a moment; you had met as children, you, and him, and his five brothers, but it was him that you really attached to. Of course, you were friends with them all. Many nights were spent sleeping over at each others houses, their parents loved you, and yours loved them. So much time, so many memories, it felt wild that you guys were now in your mid twenties.

“Oi, ___!” Osomatsu greeted as he walked up, ripping you from your thoughts, and you flicked the growing ash on your cigarette and looked up at him with a smile.

“Hey, Osomatsu. What brings you over here?” You asked, slipping your hand into your pocket to fish out your pack, pushing the top open with your thumb and extending it out to him, offering him a smoke, which he of course obliged.

“Well,” He started, pulling a lighter out of his own pocket, and lighting up his cigarette. “Just wanted to come hang out, see what you were up to.” He said, a smile gracing his lips. You loved his smile, though you’d never admit it.

You tossed your spent butt on the ground, stomping it out, and grabbing another to spark for yourself- not that you were typically a chainsmoker or anything, but you reveled in these little moments, sharing smokes together, just talking and spending time with each other.

“Well, I’m not up to much, as you can see. I was thinking maybe I’d pop by the oden stand in a little bit, say hi to Chibita… If you wanted to join me. Maybe grab a beer and a bite. I know you have an ever-growing tab, so I guess I’ll pay.” You said, ending with a chuckle, and he lit up a bit. You know this guy never turns down food or beer.

“Hell yeah, let’s go!” And he began walking, with you quickly catching up and walking beside him. It wasn’t a long walk, and the two of you had finished your cigarettes by the time you were there, taking seats right next to each other on the stools in front of the stand.

“Why do you guys always come right when I’m about to close up?!” Was how Chibita greeted the pair of you, sighing exasperatedly, though he appreciated the business nonetheless, if it was for people he knew. Anyone else would’ve been turned away.

You shrugged at him, and grinned. “What, we can’t come say hi?” You replied, with Osomatsu interjecting, “And eat some delicious oden?!” Chibita rolled his eyes at this, and opened the steaming pan, revealing the aforementioned oden. The smell hit your nose, and made your stomach growl, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were satisfied, full of oden, and just enough beer to be buzzing. You paid Chibita, and turned to your friend, deliberating where the night would take you next. A few ideas were rolled around; perhaps, hitting up the pachinko parlor, or making your way to the bar for more than a few more drinks, or simply head back to your place, and blaze up. The possibilities were endless, though you did eventually settle on the bar, and heading back to your place, and- depending, on how drunk he would get- possibly having a little impromptu sleepover. No way you would let your hammered best friend walk home alone.

With that, the two of you sauntered off to the bar, beginning a game of billiards once you guys were a few drinks in, impaired just enough to make the game a bit harder to play than it otherwise would have been.

“Nice shot!” You giggled, as Osomatsu scratched, the tip of the pool cue making bad contact with the ball. “Try chalking your stick next time!”

“Oh, shut the hell up!” He responded, giggling back at you, watching you lean over the table to make your shot. He studied your face- your expression was focused, your cheeks flushed a blushy red from the alcohol in your system, he watched as you bit your lip, trying your damnedest to make a decent shot despite your obvious impairment, and his chest tightened a little, as his gaze made its way down your body, catching a glimpse of your ass before you abruptly stood back up- he didn’t even realize you had made your shot already, his eyes darting to the table. You accidentally potted one of his balls.

“Hah! I thought you were solids?!” He exclaimed, and you facepalmed.

“Holy shit, that’s not even what I was aiming for?! Fuck!” You responded, though your tone was playful, and you leaned your cue stick against the wall, and slung your arm around him. “Well, it’s your turn, I guess.” Osomatsu laughed, a blush creeping onto his face, although it was barely noticeable as his face was already a bit flushed.

“Well, how about you grab us a couple more drinks while I take my turn?” Osomatsu asked, rubbing his nose a little. It was so cute when he did that.

“What, so you can cheat?! Hell no!” You joked, as you were walking off anyway, to have some more drinks made, leaving the Matsu alone for a moment. He caught himself staring, and looked away from you, returning his attention to the pool table, chalking up his stick before making a shot, trying to ignore the thoughts that were bubbling up in his head.

Osomatsu just couldn’t bring himself to face it. He was in love with you. But it was extremely complicated. He is a virgin NEET, in his twenties. He wasn’t really sure how anyone would take it if he came out as bisexual, or even gay… Something he wasn’t entirely decided on yet, that he convinced himself was due to his lack of experience. And this was something that he took great care of to hide. He didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his family- after all, he had seen how your family reacted when you came out, in highschool. That was enough for him to lock this part of himself away, deep inside, to not even tell you, his best friend.

Yet, despite all of that, he still caught himself stealing looks at you when you weren’t paying attention, in the middle of stray thoughts, about what it would be like, to lay next to you in bed, moving close, and slipping his arms around you, fingertips grazing against your bare skin, or to hold your hand as you strolled, to kiss you, everywhere. He was terrified- this has all been bubbling up inside of him for years now. He stopped going out for drinks with you so much, recently, because he was afraid that he would get drunk and give himself away, accidentally let his feelings slip. It felt like a gamble every time.

It wasn’t long before you came back, drinks in hand, and after about another hour of drinking, pool, cigarettes, and conversation, the two of you wrapped up your game, too shitfaced to really play at this point. You made your way out of the bar together, and walked in the direction of your house, arms slung loosely around each others shoulders, stumbling into each other, and all over the street. So drunk, neither of you noticed when rain began to finely mist, lightly fogging the air.

“Can we stop and sit for a second?” Osomatsu drunkenly whined, as you passed by the park.

“Sure,” You slurred slightly, and the two of you clumsily turned and entered the park, plopping down on a nearby bench, that you noticed was a little wet from the mist. You didn’t mind though. You and Osomatsu were leaning against each other, arms still around each other, your dizzy head laying on his shoulder. Osomatsu could feel his heart beating in his chest, every beat feeling borderline painful.

“Hey, Osomatsu…” You muttered, suddenly becoming aware of how your face felt like it was on fire, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol. You picked up your head, and he turned to look at you, and you studied his face, as if you were trying to figure something out… Osomatsu was your best friend, a total womanizer, you knew this much, you knew that making any sort of move would totally jeopardize your friendship. Osomatsu knew you like he knew nobody else, he knows what people you like, and yet, had no idea that he was one of those people.

“What’s up? Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, noticing the shift in tone, and anxiety surged through him, wondering if maybe you were onto him about his feelings. Maybe you saw him staring at the bar, and you’re about to confront him about it. His chest tightened, thinking about it, noticing how you were looking at him, practically confirming this in his mind.

“Um…” You swallowed, face burning. “I just wanted to tell you, I’m having a good time with you, and I’m really glad that you’re my best friend,” You blubbered drunkenly, and you wanted to say more, but pushed it back, and you pulled him in for a tight hug. Osomatsu was stunned for a second, tensing up a little when you squeezed him, but he quickly relaxed and hugged you back tightly, your faces buried in the crooks of each others necks. He didn’t know what to say, so you sat together in a heavy silence, tightly holding each other, rocking ever so slightly into each other.

“Me too…” Osomatsu said, finally. “I’m glad too.” He whispered. For a little longer, you held each other, before you finally broke apart, staring at each other a bit awkwardly.

“So… Uh…” Osomatsu barely whispered.

“So… Do you, want to, um… Start walking again?” You stuttered, looking away from him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. When have you ever hugged each other like that? Butterflies were swarming in your stomach.

Osomatsu also looked away. “Yeah, let’s go.” He responded, and you helped each other up, and began walking again. A drunk conversation, marinated in feelings had sparked between you as you strolled in the mist together, now beginning to become a sprinkle.

“I don’t know, I just… Feel like it’s awfully hard to find love. There’s-there’s this person… And I can’t get over them, I’ve tried to be with other people, you know. But it just never works. ‘Cuz I can’t stop thinking about this other person, even when I have someone else in my pants, someone else right in front of me…” You blubbered. Osomatsu’s gut wrenches, knowing this was likely about someone else.

“Well, try being a jobless virgin, dude! It fucking sucks… ___… I have to tell you something…” Osomatsu was riddled with nerves, and you looked at him, anxiety coursing through you, watching him, waiting for him to tell you.

“I think I like guys!” He sort of drunkenly blurted out, his face burning, and you were shocked, and he spoke again before you could say anything.

“I just- I mean I’m not sure, ‘cuz like, I’ve always chased after chicks, but like… I-I just want to see what it’s like, just to, uh… To…” Osomatsu stuttered on, too embarrassed to finish his sentence, leaving you totally stunned. At this point the two of you had stopped walking, and you stared at him in disbelief, trying to process all of this, as Osomatsu scratched his head furiously, as if he was shocked himself that he had just told you all of that.

You stepped closer to him, swallowing hard, afraid to speak, afraid what you’re about to say will risk your relationship with your best friend.

“D-do you… Want to, um… Kiss…? Just to see what it’s like? To, uh… Kiss a guy…?” You mumbled shyly, looking away, but watching Osomatsu in the corner of your eye, illuminated by the dim street light above you. He looked at you, mouth agape slightly in shock, and he was wondering if he had heard you correctly. The long silence felt like a knife slowly plunging into your heart, and finally he took a cautious step towards you.

Osomatsu tried to swallow the lump of fear in his throat, so he could say something.

“Is… That… Okay…?” Osomatsu croaked, as if he had lost his voice, and he could barely muster the words, because he was terrified out of his mind, and you looked at him wide-eyed, as if you had expected him to totally turn you down, to be disgusted for even thinking to ask him that.

“Would I have offered if it wasn’t?” You countered, jittering with nerves, as he moved closer, standing in front of you, only inches apart. As if your body was on autopilot, you lifted your hand, fingers brushing gently against his cheek, before cupping it. This felt unreal. Osomatsu stood still, unsure what to do. This was his first real kiss. Normally he’d be clumsily trying to take charge, but he was afraid he would do a bad job, he didn’t want to possibly make you not want to kiss him again… If he even had a chance with you. If this wasn’t out of pity. That lump was still stuck in his throat, growing as your face slowly inched closer to his. Rain droplets dripped down your faces, the only thing cooling your fiery cheeks, and you were soaking wet at this point, and the sprinkle had turned into a hard drizzle, that was borderline rain. Neither of you cared, as you tenderly pressed your lips against his, your free hand moving in to cup his other cheek.

Osomatsu blanked out for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands as his mind began to register that you were really kissing him, and his hands slowly creeped up your chest, settling on cupping your neck, cautiously mirroring your lips and kissing you back. You melted into each other- Osomatsu was not a bad kisser, despite it being a very clearly inexperienced kiss. One of your hands slid into his hair, cradling his skull, and your lips parted from each other briefly, only long enough for a breath, before kissing again, a little more confidently this time.

It felt like a scene from a movie- there you were, kissing this guy that you’ve wanted to kiss for about as long as you’ve known him, in the rain, lit up only by this street light, and there was nothing around you, just you and him in this moment. Osomatsu’s hands moved up to your face, pulling you as close as he could to him, silently urging you to keep kissing him. To Osomatsu, sparks were flying everywhere, this was totally mind numbing for him, he had never felt like this in his life. Kissing pillows, and photos, were nothing compared to the real thing, and maybe it felt so amazing because he was drunk, or maybe it felt so amazing because it was you he was kissing, pretty much making out with at his point, and it felt so fucking right.

You finally parted, both of you panting, the cool, rainy air making every breath visible, and you just stared at each other for a moment, before Osomatsu rushed into another kiss, nearly knocking you down, stumbling backwards, Osomatsu stumbling forward with you, pressing his lips against yours as you caught yourself, as if this was the only chance he would ever have to kiss you, kissing you like you were about to die, or as if he was never going to see you again, and you kissed him back, lips pressed hard against each other. God, this is what you’ve wanted for so long, it was incredibly special to you that you were his first, but your stomach tied in knots, wondering if anything would come of this, or if you had just totally fucked up.

You broke apart once more, staring at each other, breathing labored.

“So… Um… What did you think…?” You asked shyly, and he looked at the ground.

“I… I liked it… Uh, that, um, confirms how I feel… Th-thank you, for, uh, letting me kiss you,” Osomatsu rambled, his heart absolutely pounding in his chest. There were a few moments of silence, both of you dazed about what had just happened, and one of you had suggested making it back to your place already, since the rain was steadily getting harder.

Update: lost my 50/50 to keqing gonna riot I WAS GONNA POST SMTH BUT IM LITERALLY TOO UPSET IM GOING TO BED 🥰🔫

I’m so in love </33

〄 MELTING ╎ souya kawata

⋮ warnings … camboy souya, soft dom souya, established relationship, fem reader, she / her pronouns used, filming, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, lots of praise, pet name usage ( ex. pretty girl, sweet girl, pretty, baby. )

⋮ word count … 5.4k

⋮ maisie’s note … i hold lavender close to my heart n i feel like it needed a part two ): can be read as a stand alone but if you want a better feel of the relationship + some slight history, you should read lavender. souya’s twenty five (25) in this n reader’s twenty three (23). oh, n if you’re confused by the angle of how souya has the camera positioned, it’s kind of like this. pls tell me if i forgot something in the tags. minors do not interact! feedback & reblogs appreciated!

“you ready?”

souya’s voice is quietly breathed out through his mouth as he stabilizes a sony vz1 camera on its tripod. through its tiny though high-definition lens, the angle of your lifted legs and chubby cunt pressing against the velvet fabric of a crimson red, fur lined thong you wore are visible.

you’re nervous.

your pretty eyes keep darting back and forth between the two monitors standing on his desk and one of them exhibits a vertically split screen. the right side displays what the camera captures — your needy cunt between two, soft thighs which meat spills slightly over heart shaped buckles and thick straps of a red, leather garter you wear. the left side of the screen is still black, revealing that its camera still wasn’t on yet. souya had explained to you months ago, weeks ago, minutes ago upon seeing anxiety written all over that pretty face of yours, that that camera is connected to his phone.

so, once he powers on its video, his viewers, sleepy6lue’s viewers, will get to see two angles of you.

he’s a damn-near professional. he isn’t new to this but you are.

you feel so tensed and uptight that your spine was starting to cramp where you lay somewhat propped up against the body pillow he had bought you particularly for this.

being featured on souya’s cam stream wasn’t an idea you shied away from — if anything, you entertained it. you wanted to do it and souya, your sweet, considerate, patient, tenderhearted boyfriend never pressured you into feeling as though you had to. you brought the subject up to him once a few months ago and he had only softly smiled and gave you a gentle, “okay, baby. whenever you’re ready.”

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