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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Looking At Me - Part 2

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Characters Included: Takemichi, Kazutora, Nahoya, Inupi, Kokonoi

Parts:

Part 1    Part 2

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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.

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I have a personal headcanon that Zhongli and Venti have something kind of similar to a period every month for a week where there's no blood but they get so very horny and it's only during this small window of time that they produce actual sperm and not the god equivalent. (Don't know if that makes sense.)

Like I like to believe the male archons create something akin to sperm naturally but it can't produce children until that week of every month.

But of course Venti and Zhongli handle it very differently.

Zhongli doesn't leave the house and the first time he goes through it when the two of you start dating he just spends all day cooking and tidying up the house. You don't even realize he's been aroused all day till you settle in next to him and feel just how hard he is against your back. He'll admit to it then because he has no choice but he's spent six thousand years dealing with this so he wasn't about to force you to take care of him now. He does let you though if you insist. During this time he's far more vocal and a little rougher. Once the week is up he promises he'll teach you everything you need to know to prepare for his future cycles.

Venti's a mess. Poor thing starts that Monday off rutting up against you. He's like a rabbit humping the sheets and touching himself constantly. He cums so easily too from any of your touches. He calms down a little at night but when morning comes he's back up and needy. Once his cycles up he spends a day sleeping but he promises he'll calm down next time. He probably won't but he was so cute begging for you that you don't think you'll mind helping him in the future.

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