DILF BOKUTO KOUTARO X TOJI FOSHIGURO

DILF BOKUTO KOUTARO X TOJI FOSHIGURO

BEEFY MEN- Bokuto x fem!reader x Toji

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Warnings: Smut ofc. TITS, threesome, Double penetration, TWO THICK COCKS THAT YOU CAN BARELY FIT INSIDE.

WITH US?? HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?? MY TIDDIES KINK GOES BRRRRR. Okay so here we gooooo.

Bokuto had you on top of him, ass on his crotch and spine on his chest. His tits were constantly rubbing against your back as his dick did the same inside your ass. His arms had you gripped tight.

You were loosing your mind already but oh wait there was more. YOU FUCKING GASPED WHEN TOJI PUSHED HIS THICK COCK IN YOUR CUNT. Walls fluttering when they had TWO BIG DICKS buried in them.

"Tell us if it's too much", Bokuto kissed your ears.

"It's never much for her. I bet you want more baby", he leaned down, face close enough for a kiss but you frowned in pleasure when he slowly thrusted in you. ALSO STIMULATING KOU'S COCK.

"F-fuck Toji. You're big man", he moaned in your ears but vocal enough foe the one who the compliment was intended to.

"Not thick as you man. You had her crying", he gripped Bokuto's hip and started thrusting while Bo was buried deep in your ass, enjoying the rubbing of your walls and his dick.

You kept eyeing his tits all the time. "Wanna suck them?", Toji platonically asked, catching you leering. You didn't utter a single world and took his nipples in your mouth, sucking on them like a desperate whore.

Toji took off his hands from Kou's waist and grabbed his chest. "Shit. Ohh you're so good at your ways DADDY", the name he called Toji turned him on and made him pinch his nipples in excitement. "AH!", Bokuto was so fucking eager, enough that he started thrusting in you. You wailed in pain and pleasure. THE ACE was slow and sensual while THE ASSASSIN was intense and deep.

How did you end up here? With two men that are SO BEEFY and SO HOT. No one knows. But you're glad that you did.

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chapter 3.5- texting

(this is just a short little thing kind of meant to tie the last chapter to the next one :) )

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(Y/n) hey?

Unknown Number I got your number from Yacchan, I hope you don't mind

It's Bokuto by the way

(Y/n) i don't mind

but hey also seems like someone didn't mention that they're a pro vb player...

Bokuto-san ⭐️ Oops?

In my defense you didn't tell me much about you either

And then we find out from our manager that the team is working with you for advertising

(Y/n) still...

imagine my surprise when i find out that my fake brother with frosted tips is famous

Bokuto-san ⭐️ You're not going to let me hear the end of that are you

(Y/n) nope

Bokuto-san ⭐️ Didn't think so

(Y/n) is there a specific reason you decided to text me?

Bokuto-san ⭐️ I was wondering

Would you like to come to my practice tonight

And we can get something to eat afterwards?

It'll give you the chance to meet the team

For your designy advertisey thing

(Y/n) that sounds nice actually i would love to

Bokuto-san ⭐️ Yay 😜

(Y/n) did you just use a tongue out emoji?

Bokuto-san ⭐️ What's so wrong with that? 😳😤😆

(Y/n) omg there's no way you're a 24 year old man

Bokuto-san ⭐️ 25 in September actually

(Y/n) even worse

Bokuto-san ⭐️ HEY 😢😭😔

(Y/n) whatever 🙄😪😒

Bokuto-san ⭐️ See, you're not innocent either I'll text you the address of the gym, our practice starts at 4 Looking forward to seeing you there

(Y/n) I'll be there

Bokuto-san ⭐️ 😃❤️

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chapter 5: a date

You made pleasant casual conversation with Bokuto as you two walked down a main sidewalk. You looked into the windows of shops as you passed, eyeing all sorts of new fashion and gadgets.

"Here we are!" he loudly interrupted the somewhat peaceful conversation you had been having. The two of you faced an average sized shop.

The sign outside of the shop read 'Onigiri Miya'. You thought back to meeting Atsumu today. Maybe it was a coincidence that the shop was named so similarly to the man, but it was strange to have no relation.

A little bell dinged when the two of you walked in. There was only a few people scattered at tables in the restaurant. When you went up to the counter, you felt a strange feeling of familiarity as you made eye contact with the man behind the counter: a near exact replica of Atsumu.

Bokuto, of course, began with his signature 'hey hey hey!', while you giggled at his funny quirk. That didn't stop you from looking back at the carbon copy of Atsumu.

"Look who it is, whaddya want?" clearly the man knew Bokuto, as he looked at him. He felt another pair of eyes on him and looked to you, and his demeanor slightly changed, "or anything for you miss?".

You chuckled at his change in attitude but went silent when Bokuto put his arm around your shoulder. You eyed him and noticed the change in the look on his face. It was similar to the one he had made when you interacted with Atsumu earlier. He subconsciously squeezed your shoulder as you looked the menu over, before finally deciding what you wanted. Your date ordered as well, and you looked around for places you could sit.

The two of you sat down at a table towards the back corner of the shop, to try and have some semblance of privacy. Your mind was still elsewhere, on the man behind the counter.

"That's Osamu, Atsumu's twin brother", he explained to you. It seemed that he had noticed your confusion.

"That makes sense" you responded. It then made sense to you on why Atsumu had preferred you call him by his first name despite not even knowing him. He was probably used to everyone calling him that to not confuse him and his twin. You found Osamu very handsome (which I guess by association means you find Atsumu attractive too? But do you get what I'm saying when you find him in particular attractive), but not as much so as the man sitting in front of you. You would have to remember to ask if you could call him by his first name as well.

"He actually reminds me of Sakusa's siblings. Honestly, that whole family can seem a little cold, but once you get to know them you see how they really are" you were surprised to learn that Sakusa had siblings.

"He has siblings?" you questioned.

"Yeah, so does Hinata. He has a little sister. I have sisters too" he said excitedly, thinking about his siblings. You remembered back to the bar, when he had said that he would want someone to do the same thing for his sisters if they were in your situation.

"They're both older than me, but we've always been really close. I hope you get to meet them someday" he gazed into your eyes. Your heartbeat fastened and you felt your hands become a little sweatier than before. He grabbed your hands from across the small table as the two of you slowly leaned in. You were absolutely ready to finally kiss the handsome man in front of you. Your eyes shut when-

"No PDA in my shop please and thank you" Osamu interrupted with your two bowls of (whatever you ordered). Bokuto's hair quite literally deflated at the ruined moment but the smell of his food quickly distracted him. You had to snap out of the intense emotions you were experiencing, and reel over the fact you almost just kissed a mega-hot volleyball star.

"Enjoy" Osamu said before making his exit. Bokuto had already dug in, and you decided it was time to try it. You weren't disappointed, and you weren't at all surprised to hear from Bokuto that food had always been a passion for Osamu. It was clear that he put a lot of heart into his meals.

Before you knew it, both of your bowls were empty and you had more casual conversation to get to know each other even more. You even had debates about different movies, like if Heathers was actually better than Mean Girls. It was all exciting, playful, and fun. You loved talking with him and couldn't help but imagine if you got to have this kind of conversation around a dinner table with him every night. It was just very domestic.

After the bill had been paid (Bokuto absolutely insisted on paying, and you let him on the condition that you would return the favor some time), the two of you still lingered at the table, not wanting your time together to end. That was when Bokuto suddenly spoke.

"I have somewhere I want to take you" he said. He offered you his hand. Yet again, he was being slightly secretive with his plans and where he wanted to take you. It didn't matter to you though; you trusted him completely. You took his hand and went with him to your next destination.

An Unorthodox Present // yandere Endeavor x f! Reader

partially based on an ask i got, thanks Taco anon! I wanted to try and do something for Enji’s birthday. Happy day of birth you colossal flaming fuckhead

tags for drunk sex / dubcon, paizuri / titjob / busty reader, blowjob, dirty talk, manipulation, kidnapping sorta? i actually wrote him pretty soft for most of this tbh, but i hope you guys at least enjoy the read!

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Well, Enji supposed he should be used to this by now. Being alone, on his birthday no less, Fuyumi being the only of his children who bothered to call to send her best wishes while he was still at work. Something about today made his large office feel all the more desolate, cold, lifeless.

It’s… actually kind of sad, if he were to be honest.

The unnerving, festering silence is interrupted by a knock at the door, and the Flame Hero forces himself to sit upright into a professional, respectable posture before calling out. “Come in.” His words seem to all but boom and echo off the walls as a figure enters, and there’s an instant improvement to his mood. It’s you, a fairly new Professional Heroine whom he had scouted after graduating from UA, strong and dedicated. You had managed to make the list of people he held respect for, and trust him, that was a very short list.

“I heard some of the others say that it was your birthday today?” You begin, the man taking note of the way your hands lingered behind your back as you approached his desk. “Yes, it is. Why do you ask?” Endeavor asks with a level tone, trying to ignore the tittering of his heart as you now stood before him, restraining himself from raking his eyes over the lovely figure that was complimented ever so nicely by your Hero costume. Blue eyes briefly flit to your hips and thighs as you shift from one foot to another, quiet for a bit, before finally bringing out a small box that you placed on the polished wooden surface. It was on the smaller sized, a wrapped little thing with one of those lids that could simply be taken off, a bright red bow topping the gift like the strawberry on a cake.

“I know it isn’t much, but I wanted to get you something to show my appreciation.” It feels like there’s fire in his cheeks as you give the man a pretty smile. “Happy Birthday, Endeavor sir.”

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— PORCELAIN DOLL | sakusa x fem!reader

-> synopsis: warming up to expanding your family

-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, smut, mentions of children and pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, spit as lube, unprotected sex, fingering

-> wc: 1.5k

-> a/n: added more cos the whore in me took over but @chi-anpan gave me the original idea (happy?)

A soft smile lifts the corners of your lips as the fabric spills through your fingers. It’s soft and a little worn with age, yet still as pretty as it was all those years ago. The cotton is light, complete with tiny, puffy, pink sleeves and little ribbons. There’s another, stitched from emerald velvet, just as small, just as dainty. 

The collection of dresses is small, a mere few, but you cannot bring yourself to part with them. When you look at them, you can almost picture what a miniature version of yourself and your husband would look like. 

Would she have his dark curls? Or hair like yours? Would her eyes be as dark and bottomless as his, sparkling with curiosity or would they look like your own pair? Would she have his moles? His slender fingers? His bluntness? His quiet demeanour? Would she be daddy’s little princess? 

Your eyes grow unfocused, looking somewhere beyond the present, at something unwritten. So lost in your fantasies about the future that you don’t hear the creak of the door as he enters the living room, only jolting from your thoughts when he brushes against your fingers. 

“What’s this?” he murmurs, plucking another dress from the pile and scrutinising it, a furrow nestling between his brows. You sigh wistfully, placing the dress back onto the sofa and smoothing it out so that you can continue to admire it. 

“My mum sent me some of the clothes she kept from when I was little.” Sakusa hums, holding the article of clothing up before him. 

“You were tiny.” 

“I was a baby, Omi,” you giggle and he shrugs, neatly folding it up and putting it to the side. “Are you keeping them?”

“I’m not sure.” What purpose did they serve, apart from taking up storage space and fuelling your daydreams?

The two of you had discussed children in the past, and Sakusa was a little unsure about the two of you starting your own family. Children were messy, expensive and loud. They needed attention and love, and he didn’t know if he was able to share what he poured into you with another being. His love was for you, and you alone. 

But the longer he looks at these tokens of your childhood, images begin to fill his mind. Of a little girl, barely coming up to his knees, tottering around in one of these very dresses. Her hair would be tied into bouncy little pigtails with pretty ribbons and her pudgy little hands would reach up for him to lift her into his arms. She would cling to him, sweet and shy and looking every bit as angelic as her mother. 

Slowly, he stands, still stuck on the image of the little girl gazing up at him with your eyes, framed by wispy lashes and soft wonder. 

“Omi?” Wordlessly, he tugs you up by the wrist and you stumble a little in your surprise. There’s an unreadable expression on his features, one that makes your pulse quicken. Large hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his long fingers finding their way easily into your hair, tangling themselves into the strands.  

His stare is intense before he swoops down, lips pressing against yours almost fervently, desperately. He’s pulling you closer, driven by a need, a want, something archaic in nature. He parts from you, breathing hard and a little flushed, chewing on his bottom lip as the last of his resolve crumbles. 

“Bedroom. Now.”

With one smooth movement, he sweeps you into his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he marches you to your room. 

“Omi! What- wait a sec!” 

“I wanna try,” he says simply, unceremoniously dropping you on the mattress before tugging off his t-shirt. His curls bounce when they catch on the collar, and he moves to hover over you to capture your lips once more. “I wanna know.”

His tongue slips between your lips and you moan, both from the sensation of him licking into your mouth and the implications of his words. Because if there’s one thing your husband has always been, it’s careful. The man has always taken every precaution to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, and though it’s highly unlikely that you’ll bear results from this moment, it’s a step in the direction of adding to your little family. 

“I can’t get the image out of my head,” he breathes against your lips, helping you tug off your shirt before gently pushing you back into the pillows. You lift your hips without prompt, helping him shimmy your pants and underwear down your hips to leave you bare for him to admire. Sakusa smooths his hands up your thighs, pushing them apart and settling between them as he pushes the waistband of his joggers down.

“What?” you ask curiously, watching him pump his hardening cock with one hand and slipping the ring and middle finger of the other into his mouth to wet them. They pop free, shiny and slick. Your husband doesn’t answer, instead running his slippery fingers over your clit and down to your entrance, where he prods experimentally.

Careful. Always careful.

Easing his fingers inside you, he thrusts them shallowly a few times, thumb nudging at your clit and forcing you to let go of a pleasured gasp. He leans forward, your bare chests pressing together as he offers you an open mouthed, messy kiss, fingers working steadily until your hands are in his hair and you’re tugging at his curls.

“‘M gonna fill you up,” he mumbles against your mouth. “You want that? Hm?”

A whine escapes you when his fingers draw away and smear over his weeping cock, guiding it to drag heavily over your clit. “Want it, Omi. So bad.”

Even though the hunger leaks from his very pores, he can’t help but admire the way your cunt shines in the dim light of your room, soaked and ready to suck him in over and over. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he lets his cockhead slide down and part your labia before he slowly pushes in with a grunt. 

Sakusa loses the little scraps of composure left in him once he feels your silky walls immediately hug his shaft and invite him to sheath himself to the hilt. Your achingly hot insides unravel every ounce of logic and restraint in him, filling his bones and blood with his baser instincts. 

To fuck you. 

To fill you. 

His hips draw back before he’s pounding into you roughly, making you cry out  and cling to his broad back, nails digging into his skin as he pushes you down into the bed. Grunting, he bears down on you, the angle of his hips shifting slightly so that his cock brushes against your sweet spot and makes you mewl. 

“Gonna fuck you so full,” he growls, bringing your thighs higher. “‘Til you can’t hold it in. That should work, right?”

“Please!” you gasp, pulsing around him. 

“Should be enough to make you a mama, right? You want that? Wanna give me a little baby?”

Incoherent babbles of yes and please tumble freely from your lips as your back arches and you snap, cumming hard with a sob of his name. But Sakusa doesn’t pause, even though your cunt constricts tightly around his cock. Instead, he pushes forwards and folds you in half, guiding your legs to dangle over his muscular shoulders. 

There’s no way you can even squirm now with how his large body looms over you, trapping you in place so that he can slip his cock deeper into you, stroking your insides slowly, the tip kissing your cervix with promise. He hums as the glazed look in your eyes fades a little, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your calf. A hand smooths over your damp skin before resting at your belly, his thumb stroking thoughtfully at the soft flesh.

Hips pulling back, he forces the air from your lungs, quickly returning to a relentless pace. You feel him everywhere, inside and out, through skin and sinew. There’s no telling where either of you begin or end. You are more at one with each other than you have ever been, intertwined down to your souls at the thought of giving breath and life to the epitome of your love.

“‘M gonna cum,” he pants, gripping your hips firmly, blunt nails denting your skin as he drives himself into you as far as he can go. His fingers find your clit and push you to another orgasm, your toes curling as your cunt contracts and squeezes on him. A strangled noise leaves his throat, a mix between a groan and a keening sob as he climaxes too, thick ropes of cum filling you one after the other. You whimper, dizzy with pleasure, clinging onto him for dear life. 

Breath hot against your cheek, he raises himself slightly, brushing the hair from your face and leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“I’m not done yet,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “Nowhere near.”

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tw: smut, pegging, degradation, dom oikawa

the thought of physically dominating oikawa but he is fully in control... pegging the dude but he’s got a collar round ur neck and yanking you forward to thrust inside him by a leash,., moaning an shit about how u should “put your back into it bitch” and “fuck me like you mean it, stupid girl”.

after a bit of reassurance that you weren’t going to hurt him, he had got you to use full force, and you drilled into him. your pretty hips slap against his ass, you can see it jiggle between you. your shaky hands are on his waist, your grip had been slowly tightening as you fought your better judgement to fuck him harder like he wanted you to. One hand on the counter, one on the chain that keeps you in check. He moans, the lubed up strap sliding in and out of him with the perfect, rapid grind of your hips.

He growls when he feels your bated breath on the back of his neck, hand moving from the counter to reach behind and grab you ass. It digs the strap in more, and you both moan. You timidly start to kiss his neck, almost wondering if you should have, but he swears under his breath, do you think you have the right idea.

“keep-keep going little whore, giving it to me so good, fucking-“ he grunts, slaps permeating the room.

“I’m close slut, finish me off,” and he reached his free hand to his waist and brings you smaller hand to his leaky dick, dragging it up and down in his fist. The chain jangles as he yanks it tighter again, and you nestle further inside him, increasing with the pace of his hand guiding yours.

he starts whimpering shamelessly. you could hear your wet wet pussy squelch with the movement, so turned on by ur boyfriends body and moans and everything, and he hounds on you instantly. “your really getting off on this aren’t you? you’re fucking sick, maybe i should make you fuck me more. ohh fuck.”

youre hitting it just right, the huge dildo filling his tight ass to perfection. his hole clenches around it and your pace continues, fast and hard, kissing his g-spot, pulling the dirtiest sounds from him.

you’re so so so wet, you think you’ll cum from the minuscule friction of the strap on your pelvis and his whiny depraved noises. you whimper in his ear and his head tilts back, cumming all over his hand with a high pitched groan.

he breathes, dropping the chain as he steadies himself against the counter. you retract your hand from his pulsing dick, thighs shaking and pussy nearly dripping. slowly, you draw back your hips, leaving him to wince as you pull out of him. you let out a shaky breath, a little tired, and wrap your arms around his waist. Softly you nestle your head onto back of his shoulder, basking in his smooth warm skin.

“good girl” he sighs, loving your tender touch. You hug him a little tighter, and he smirks to himself.

he wishes he could see you right now, his collar around your neck, desperate tears in your eyes, wet pussy throbbing. It made him so hard thinking about how much you loved fucking him. And since you had done such a good job, it was only fair he repay the favour.

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