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♡ Dilf!Nanami’s stress reliever

part 2 of babysitting for dilf!nanami for all you lovelies

You watched Nanami’s patience and restraint grow more and more precarious as the days turned into weeks. He noticed too, and his response to it all? He becomes increasingly aloof in a way—he didn’t let you decline his payments at all this time. ‘I hired you to watch my daughter.’ Is what he’d say every time you tried to politely decline the money he shoved in your face before he even got inside from a long’s day at work.

He refused to even look at you—eyes laying on anything but you. It was painfully obvious to you and him as much as he hated to admit it that your sheer presence was tormenting the man and he rather redirect the ‘relationship’ to a less causal one between a father with a child and the young college student babysitting said child. Did it make you feel a little special that you affected him this much? Of course, but you also did miss those times when he was okay with treating you like a friend—the silent implication that the both of you knew how thick the ‘whatever the fuck this is’ tension was.

Nanami could blame everything for his lack of sleep that night—he could blame the extra work his boss expected him to take on, or how his typical route home was now 10 minutes longer due to construction, but no—it was you. Was he surprised? Nope. It’s like you did it on purpose. As he walked through those doors—tired fingers loosening his tie as he kicked off his shoes, slow steps to the kitchen where he usually found you, the one thing that could make him smile just the tiniest bit after a long day at work—even if he wanted to deny it.

Although you weren’t in the kitchen. And he frowned—a deep frown causing the middle of his brows to form the meanest little line. He set his bag down slowly onto the cold kitchen tiles looking around before quietly walking down the hall towards his daughter’s room. His mind whirled with questions. You were always in the kitchen when he came home. Always.

He reached the entrance of his daughter’s bedroom—pushing the door open softly he peered in. The faint warm glow of her nightlight gleamed in its corner casting a soft light onto you. You. You lay in his daughter’s canopy—curled up and against your chest was his sweet child. Her head rested just below your neck, blonde strands splaying around your bosom and under your chin—your arms were wrapped around her delicate body, her favorite book just inches away from your fingertips on her polka dot sheets.

He felt his breath catch in his throat. The two of you curled up together looked so domestic, so normal—like something he craved to walk in on every night from now on. For a long while he just stared, the way your soft breathing made your chest rise and fall. Your lips just the slightest parted—your balm still glistening on those pouty lips. He took in every detail—head cocking to the side slowly as he tried to take in more, feeding the ravenous craving he had been shamefully putting off for weeks now.

That’s why he couldn’t sleep.

Hands behind his head as he lay on his pillow, eyes glued to his ceilings—replaying the rise and fall of your chest, your glossed lips, and how you held his daughter like she was yours—his heart clenched. It didn’t bring him any solace knowing you were still in his apartment, what if you awoke in the middle of the night and left? Deep down he prayed you wouldn’t—he wanted, just maybe to cook you breakfast before you left—shamelessly play the role of a hus-he rather not finish that thought.

You couldn’t help but silently laugh at yourself for falling asleep to your own storytelling as you carefully tucked in Nanami’s little daughter properly. You felt around the pocket of your shorts for your phone and groaned silently realizing you had left it behind in the living room. You closed her door behind you walking down the short hall. You glanced at Nanami’s closed door, surely he had to come home by now and seen you out like a light—the thought made your cheeks burn just a little.

You found your phone and sighed softly opening the screen. The bright light made you wince as you made out a 1:27 AM through your squinted eyes. You shoved it into your back pocket with a soft whine, squatting to grab your bag off the floor—as you stood up you nearly shrieked. Standing behind the couch was Nanami, white shirt clad against the exceptionally muscular body you were just now noticing and green plaid pajama pants that sat on his thick hips.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

His voice was gruff yet soft as he ran his fingers through his hair, the blonde strands even more messy than they already were. You nervously smiled shaking your head—he was one fine man at the late hours of night when he wasn’t in that suit that did do him justice—but not in the way that simple white tee and plaid pants did. And oh he did notice, the way your eyes darted to avoid his, shamelessly glued to his pecs—not even the darkness could hide your shy smile, and it sure as hell couldn’t hide his.

Nanami was a man of temperance—even more than that he respected you. So when he had you in his sheets, linen pooled at the edge of the bed nearly falling off—his cock rutting into your vicious walls so reverently, he made sure to praise you. It was almost too much to bear. His forearms caged your head in as he rested his warm forehead against yours—silent breaths mingling.

“Y-you’re too good to her…to me.”

He said in between deep breaths—hazel colored eyes glazed over holding your gaze as you let out shy moans in response, your mind too fogged up to even mutter a word and the sight made his cock throb desperately inside you. He moved one hand down to hold your hip as the other rested on top of your head—he moved inside you deeper—not faster, just deeper, hitting corners you never knew could exist inside a human person.

Here you were the one thing that made him question everything about his character. His stressor—his blessing relieving him of that mental strain, that need for you, that need to appreciate you properly for being such a breathtaking blessing.

𝓪/𝓷: tyyy for all the support on part 1 !! I didn’t think it’d get all the traction that it did, I also didn’t think I’d be making a part 2 but here we are hehe. I hope y’all enjoy this one as much as you did part 1! :3

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♡ Its the way Dilf!Toji knows you can do better than his son

To think that the second semester of college was already ceasing. Summer was just making her sweet debut as the dorm halls emptied and students left to enjoy the two months of freedom they had before the next school year.

Megumi your boyfriend of 4 months now stood in the doorway of your dorm watching you place your last bag near his foot before sighing and looking at him with a lazy grin. The boy basked in holding the many bags you had down to his car—although you could see the way his cheeks got all pink and his forearms shook slightly from the weight—yet he insisted that he was okay. So odd.

The drive to his father’s house was torrid—and the cherry on top was Megumi’s AC breaking down halfway there. You were slightly embarrassed that you’d be meeting your boyfriend’s father for the first time and what’d he see was a flushed, sweaty mess of a girl—the thought alone made you cringe.

By the time Megumi turned into the small driveway of the 1 story home, the both of you were drenched in your own sweat. His spiky black hair now stuck to his forehead and your tank top and plaid shorts kissed your skin like a vice. He chucked nervously looking over at you, his expression reading: ‘we made it alive at least’—you could only laugh and shake your head, eager to get out of the car.

Megumi popped the trunk of the car before taking 4 long strides towards the front door and knocking.

“I’m home dad!”

He turned back towards you doing a light jog to help you pull the rest of the bags out. For a 2 month stay at his place, you did pack a whole a lot—god forbid a girl was prepared though.

You were rolling your smaller suitcase to the front of the car when the front door swung open. At the arch was the hulk of a man—he nearly took up the whole frame, he toyed with what seemed to be a toothpick in between his scarred lip before his eyes fell on you and he broke into a smirk. You felt your body burn up almost immediately—as if you weren’t hot enough.

The inside of the home was simple—nothing fancy, it made sense for a man like Megumi’s father.

“Dad this is my girlfriend (….)”

Megumi introduced you as the both you entered the home, Toji stepped aside eyeing his son then you. You awkwardly looked up at the man—you had never been this nervous meeting any of your other boyfriend’s parent(s) but for some reason this man had your mind in a trepidatious mess.

“H-Hi…thanks for having me over.”

You weren’t sure whether to hold your hand out but you did anyways, he didn’t take it—immediately. It felt like hours before he finally took your hand in his large meaty one.

“This is the babe my son bagged? Nice to meet y’a sweetheart.”

He broke into a large grin, his handshake so firm and assertive you swore he might as well picked you up like they did in those exaggerated cartoons. Safe to say it only made you more nervous.

You later learned this his father’s name was Toji—the man did not like to cook he was very low maintenance, no he was careless. In contrast to his son who always had things in order Toji was just tossing in for luck.

“Y’a kids want pizza, Chinese? We can break the penny jar since it’s a special occasion”

The man walked in holding a jar—the biggest jar you had ever seen, full to the brim with pennies and the occasional sliver of silver and maybe a few green crumpled dollars. You giggled softly, you couldn’t lie it was comical someone having such a large and stingy jar, you wondered how long it had taken to fill up.

Megumi sat beside you, his cheeks red with embarrassment as he stared at his dad.

“Dad we don’t need that jar! Why do you still have it?”

The two squabbled, as Toji argued that it was ethical and smart, while Megumi called his dad a cheapskate. You couldn’t help but giggle harder at the two butting heads—it’s then that you realized how much they did look alike.

“Megumi! It’s okay I promise, let your dad buy us dinner with his special jar.”

You grabbed your boyfriend’s arm softly still giggling in between words. Toji stood up straight and smirked down at his son before placing a hand on your shoulder and winking.

“Y’a heard the pretty lady.”

Despite Toji having you on your nerves the first time you met him—things got comfortable quick. It wasn’t the typical summer in the Bahamas but this wasn’t bad either. Megumi took you to his childhood library and beach and you ate more takeout than you could count. You watched the father and son headbutt over senseless things—Toji would eye you with a lazy smirk, putting his finger up and twirling it in a way calling his son ‘coo koo’ drawing another giggle out of you.

He loved it, ravaged it—the way you giggled, and your stupidly cute summer outfits and swimsuits? god the swimsuits. He wasn’t jealous of his son at all, his own blood bagged a babe like you, hell yeah. But would he be lying if he said he didn’t want a piece of you? Yes, yes he would.

You clearly felt the tension thicken, catching his gaze occasionally across the living room, how his shirts seemed to get tighter and tighter and then the little touchings. When Megumi went off to get ice cream from the small shop on the beach Toji purposely pointed out how your halter top was too loose, you let his gruff fingers brush the nape of your neck as you pushed your hair aside—they lingered there before he actually tightened your top, which was fine in the first place by the way.

He’d whisper in your ear just to get closer and fill his senses with the sweet sweet smell of your perfume and lotion—his warm breath tickled your ear and some days he was so close, his scarred lip brushed against your soft skin. You were shameless for being so soaked just like that. And he knew—Toji knew every fucking thing, and that little walk you did when he was done whispering or standing too close—he knew he made you leaking like a faucet.

“My son like his daddy?”

The words crept into your ears, Toji’s voice low and velvety. It was late, Megumi was just down the hall asleep and you were eating the rest of your fried rice in the fridge. The man seemed to come out of nowhere trapping you where you sat, two hands at both sides—his chest pressed against your back. You nearly choked on your food, heat rising up in your cheeks as you stuttered.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

No. Megumi was nothing like his daddy. Had Megumi ever had you so stretched out like Toji did now? The man had you pinned to the table, your legs desperately wrapped around his thick waist as he rutted into you like a man crazed—his heavy cock turning you into a gushy mess, he was trying to get a point across. He didn’t care for sex, he was fine with his celibacy until you walked in that day—and oh did you awaken that man he used to be back when he was your age.

Obviously he was going to keep this a one time thing, leave you absolutely dazed and needy for the rest of your time visiting. Maybe you’d come back some months later—shamelessly wet. Cause he knew and you knew that you could do much better than his son after that night.

𝓪/n: I saw a TikTok about this & it sparked my interest. IM SORRYYY MEGUMIIIII huhuhuhuhuhu anyways i was just writing to write kinda cringed half way through this but we persist🥹🥹🥹

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1. I like to write about lots of things. Huge fan of appropriate age gaps & slightly “forbidden” relationships.

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♡ NanamiKento is your divorce attorney

NanamiKento had his young daughter hanging off his bicep when his phone rang—his office phone. He tried hard to wriggle off the scrawny little girl but she clung on harder, her giggles bouncing off the apartment walls. He could only smile slightly and shake his head as he took her with him down the hall to his home office. Her small legs dangled as he picked the phone up with his free hand.

“Kento Nanami speaking, how can I help?”

“Mhm, yes. Absolutely.”

Two swift knocks at your door got you on your feet, you sighed softly opening it slowly. Nanami stood there, pale blue button up and grey slacks, blonde hair slicked back with his round glasses resting on his upper nose bridge. Your divorce attorney was here and ready to help you divorce that cheating husband of yours.

You explained the situation to Nanami as you brought in a small platter of sliders into the living room where he sat—hands clasped and resting on his thighs.

“I had no choice but to hire a PI to figure out what the hell my husband was doing, by the next week I had 4 full envelopes proving my husband’s infidelity.”

You sulked, setting the platter down on the coffee table before taking a seat across him—you wiped your hands down your knees with a sigh before looking up. That was one thing Nanami loved about his job, how people put their trust in him—how he was meant to be the fixer, the one who saved them. And the way you were looking at him right now for answers, almost pleading with your eyes—he was going to make sure you milked that cheating husband of yours of everything he had.

Of course your husband had to make things difficult. Refusing to sign the divorce papers, going MIA and ignoring your calls—it wasn’t just infuriating it was exhausting. Nanami worked closely on trying to keep up with your husband’s whereabouts. Last week he was in Vegas with his mistress, now he was somewhere out in Orlando. Nanami always came to you first whenever he found out something new, each time you opened that front door you looked more disheveled than the last visit. It wasn’t personal—but Nanami began to catch himself deep in thought, plummeting your husband with his fists for being such an asshole.

“It’s like I’m a joke to him!”

It was late—way past Nanami’s office hours but he didn’t even let his phone ring a second time when your caller ID popped up. It had been nearly 3 months now and nothing. Nanami watched you grow more and more anxious with each passing day—he knew you were wrecked—still legally bound to a man who tossed you aside.

“I am doing everything in my power…I wish I could do more for you.”

His voice was gentle as he spoke into the phone, propping himself up on his elbow—he knew words weren’t enough, he could say a million things but it still wouldn’t change the fact. He had to do something.

Nanami didn’t tell you this time about which new vacation spot your husband was at—partly because you’d end up calling him and he’d just move around again. He needed your husband to stay put—unsuspecting. For a man who had a heap of legalities to deal with, he seemed pretty careless. The hotel he was staying at was beyond lavish even though Nanami drove a fairly new and nice car—he might as well have been driving a 2001 Toyato Corolla into a parking lot full of Hellcats.

He tightened his tie as he approached the reception flashing a charming smile—within 30 minutes he was walking out that hotel, folder in hand with the answer to your prayers.

“The house is yours, and the cars in the garage.”

Nanami smiled to himself as he handed you the signed divorce papers—your husband’s signature clear as day. You weren’t sure how, after 3 months of silence you finally got the answers to your prayers. Nanami knew what was so gratifying about this whole situation—seeing you finally reassured, but also the genuine fear on your now ex-husband’s face when Nanami had to scare him into signing the papers was runner up.

He told himself he was just keeping tabs on you—on his client. Driving by during his lunch hour to see how things were at the house, never stepping in—just the occasional ‘how are you?’ ‘call me if you need anything.’ You never called, and honestly Nanami was a bit butt hurt and embarrassed. There was nothing personal about this—well not to you at least. You didn’t know he drove out so far to scare your husband into signing those papers, you didn’t know that Nanami had stopped caring about getting the job done—he began to care about you. You were far too young, far too pretty to be left stressing over someone who didn’t see your worth.

It was a nice surprise to see the miniature and girl version of your divorce attorney on your doorstep holding a platter of pie. Behind her was her father, hands stuffed in his pocket—mouth twitching to form an awkward grin.

Nanami knew more about boundaries than anyone else—he especially knew how important that was with any cliental relationship, but you? He was willing to cross those boundaries 100 times over. Was he cocky for thinking—only on some nights, that he could be a better man than your bummy ex was? That he could treat you like the princess you were? The princess in his eyes of course.

You giggled softly as Nanami’s daughter told you about her encounter with a ‘real life dragon’ on her school playground. Nanami watched, his cheeks a slight flush of pink—you noticed it before he could even turn his face. Were you clueless when Nanami had been checking up on you even after the divorce was finalized? Yes, it was your first divorce, what was normal and what wasn’t? But you weren’t that dense, him showing up on your doorstep with his little daughter and pie? Was a dead giveaway—the man had a crush on you. And oh did you entertain that crush, he was far too fine to not flirt around with.

His visits became more frequent, more and more casual—and then you started seeing less and less of his daughter, things became one on one quickly. Unofficial dates in your home before you knew it. Deep talks over glasses of wine, he told you about his job, what stressed him and you told him about starting life all over again.

Then…

It stared on the couch, the brushing of each other’s hand, then legs and the occasional kisses—light kisses on the lips, you liked how things didn’t feel rushed with Nanami—a man like him, it was clear he wasn’t hungry for a messy or sloppy relationship, he was getting to know you bit by bit.

Eventually when it felt appropriate to him and most importantly when he made sure it felt appropriate to you, he had you spread out on your own staircase, his mouth in between your soft thighs—letting your sweet fluids dribble down his chin as you gripped his yellow strands of hair, your desperate and breathy moans was like music to his ears—this was absolute bliss to him. He wondered if things could be this good on the staircase—how would it be like in your bedroom? The same one you once shared with that weak excuse for a husband and for some reason, Nanami found his cock twitching excitedly at the thought of drilling you into the mattress you once shared with another man—knowing he’d be better in all ways.

𝓪/𝓷: more Nanami hehe enjoy !

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♡ laughing while plug!choso berates his brattyboyfriend!satoru for messing with you while he was busy getting your things bagged. It’s all fun and games until Choso notices you flirting back.

Now you’re up in the air, squished between Choso’s firm back and Satoru’s broad chest. Legs held up as Choso thrusts into your ass mercilessly all while Satoru presses your own blunt against your inner thighs—burning dark, pretty ringlets into your soft skin.

“I like her.”

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♡ Drunk!Suguru tells shows you about his insecurity

Drunk!Suguru was always two ways when intoxicated—there was audacious Suguru, the one who’d do things he never would sober—like jumping out of a moving car for instance. Then there was somber Suguru, the one who seemed to speak his mind with grave honesty and a little bit of sadness if you were being honest.

Tonight you weren’t sure which you’d be dealing with. The two of you stumbled out of the Uber towards his apartment. You weren’t blackout drunk, but definitely not sober enough to go up the stairs without missing some steps. Suguru’s large palm rested on your back to help steady you and himself honestly as he fumbled with his keys.

His apartment was exceptionally clean, not just clean but organized. Everything was in coordination with each other—from the couch to the color of his small dining table. It was a bit weird when you pictured him stressing about the perfection of his home but everyone had their quirks.

You threw your heels off and plopped down onto his couch face first hitting the cushions. You inhaled the faint fabric freshener smell that lingered on the cushions. Suguru watched you as he picked up your heels that were thrown carelessly near the door, his hands nearly as big as your foot. He lined them up along the front door, before you felt his weight next to yours.

You and Suguru talked, it was clear that he was neither audacious nor somber tonight. The conversation went from talking about the events that had occurred at the bar, to people you knew to relationships.

“Can I be honest? I’ve never really fucked any of my girlfriends.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him. Suguru never seemed like a relationship person to you, yet he did end up in a few here and there. With his odd quirk for pristine organization you wondered if his lack of sexual intimacy with partners was because of something stupid—like she wasn’t fully shaved as some ‘men’ whined about.

“Really? Why?”

Your head lolled to the side, your brows still up in surprise from his earnest confession. He didn’t immediately answer you, instead he looked down at his legs then the coffee table, his knees bouncing up and down—his fingers twisting around each other. Was he nervous?

“So you’re a virgin then?”

You didn’t give him time to answer your first question as you eyed him suspiciously. In your head you genuinely couldn’t see Suguru fucking anyone, but also you wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He was tall, well built with massive legs, and at his age—who hasn’t been laid?

“Is that bad?”

He looked at you almost wincing as the question left his lips. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or keep your mouth hanging open.

“Suguru Geto you’re joking right?”

He shook his head, his tan cheeks turning the faintest pink as his eyes avoided yours. The corners of your mouth twitched and you sat up—you had to know now why.

You weren’t sure how long you were trying to get Suguru to tell you why—you whined, and whined yet he wouldn’t budge, shaking his head each time you persisted. By this point the alcohol was getting to the both of you, his eyes half lidded as he said no for the 100th time to your 1000 ‘please tell me’s.

“Please…”

You whined again—this time softer, your lips jutting out in a pout. His eyes traveled down your glazed eyes to your plump pouty lips, a shift as he sat up slightly.

“Alright.”

As much as Suguru wanted to blame the alcohol, it wasn’t. There was always only 2 drunk versions of Suguru and neither of them would lead to this—neither.

Your head was squished in between his thick, meaty thighs your mouth stuffed with his fat cock—oh it was so fat. No fucking wonder. You’ve had a good bunch of dick before but never one this thick. At this point length didn’t seem to matter—his girth made up for it.

He shyly bucked his hips up, watching you struggle to suck him off—god the sight of your mouth so stuffed made his balls ache.

“Y-You really don’t have to take it all-”

You shut him up by forcing your head further down his shaft with a loud and determined ‘mmph!’ It was sad that the poor guy avoided sex simply because he thought he was too thick!? It was pathetic even.

You spent a good amount of time on that rug trying to get him all into your mouth—nails digging into his tense thighs, nose just inching closer to the well trimmed darkness of his bush. When morning came and the inevitable awkwardness invited itself you could always just blame it on the alcohol—but right now your goal was to get him to the back of your throat. Even if he was acting all whiney and shy now, his goal was to hopefully muster up the courage to get you bent over the couch taking his fat cock so deep he kissed your cervix, that was a mess who was willing to see—craving to see actually.

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♡ confessing your sins to Father!Toji

You found a lot of things stupid and confession? Oh confession had to be top of that list. You weren’t necessarily opposed to religion, you liked the concept of there being a higher up who protected and foresaw the world, your actions—yada yada yada, but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the rules that came along with calling yourself a true ‘follower of Christ’ as one might put it. You believed it was all simply man made to put to rest their growing anxieties about the many unknowns the universe had to offer.

Yet you found yourself going to the same church with your family for the second Sunday since coming home from college. This had been your childhood church—so naturally coming back to it was nice, nostalgic even but there was something different, someone. Father!Toji was the new priest in your parish, replaced Father Mike, the one you had grown up with after his retirement. Sitting through Toji’s talking felt like a bore, he drawled on his words for too long, spoke too much about being condemned and going to hell. What happened to the sappy homilies about Jesus and his 12 disciples?

Breakfast in the parish hall after the congregation didn’t make things any better. These so called “women of God” eyed Toji down like he was steaming meat, “Amazing homily father!” They all purred batting their eyelashes, you scoffed at the irony. For women who preached about keeping your eyes to yourself to avoid committing adultery, they seemed to be doing a hell lot of it. But then again, how many people who attended mass actually upheld their virtues?

Who were you to judge though? You didn’t even really believe in half this crap, but at least you didn’t pretend to. Everyone in town knew your real reason for going 10 hours away was to get away from their Christian obsessed community and you weren’t ashamed to show your face back at the same damn church, even if those glares condemned you for it.

You bit into your donut looking around, your brows fell flat over your eyes telling anyone that you weren’t in the mood for small talk—yet there’s always one person who thinks it’s an invitation, and that is the parish father. Toji sat in your father’s empty chair who had gotten up with your mother to help pass out more food.

“Y/N is it? Glad you’re back.”

He placed his beefy arm on the table. Were priests supposed to be this jacked? His biceps were nearly begging to be let loose against the fabric of his tab collar shirt.

“Uh, yeah just here for my parents.”

You slowly chewed glaring at him, couldn’t he go bother someone else? Anyone else?

“You know, attending mass can be…overwhelming for a lot of non-believers but-”

“God works in mysterious ways?”

You cut him off dropping your half eaten donut onto your paper plate, you were clearly so over this little one on one talk. But to your surprise and dismay, he wasn’t offended by your bluntness. His scarred lip twitched into a grin and he nodded slowly, getting up instead. His rough hand landed on your shoulder, and it lingered there for a moment longer before he finally spoke.

“Come to confession tonight, 8:30 get some things off your chest.”

You scoffed, watching him walk away. Confession? Over your dead body were you going to confession—worse yet confess your sins to him.

You were on those steps 8:30 sharp, your mom peeking out the car window.

“I’ll be in the parking lot hun, take your time!”

You groaned rolling your eyes so far to the back of your head you felt your brain get all fuzzy. You were not going to go at all, but for some reason your parents caught wind of the invitation and insisted you go. You weren’t really in the mood to argue with them over something so trifling to you. All you had to do was get behind that screen, feed the priest some bullshit—get your penance and go.

You didn’t care to be gentle with the way your knees hit the kneeler and your elbows rested aggressively on the other side of the divider.

“Alright, I’ve lied to my parentssss, almost cheated on a test and-”

“Ahn…Ahn slow down.”

Toji’s deep chuckle cut you off, as if you weren’t frustrated enough, you could see the blurry outline of him crossing his arms and one leg thrown over his thigh.

“You didn’t come here cause you wanted to did you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking bout’ father.”

You nibbled the inside of your inner cheek—god if he was about to turn this into some recycled testimony about his own faith journey, you’d flip this church upside down.

“Right so you sppose’ I’m meant to believe a girl like yourself just lies and cheats, apologies— almost cheats?”

He sounded so condescending, so full of himself, almost like he thought he was better than you? Like he could see right through you.

“You don’t know me.”

You snapped peeking from behind the divider to face him. He looked down at you smirking, arms still crossed, and leg thrown over the other.

“Ya wanna confess your real sins fa’ me? Face to face?”

He tilted his head, his black foot moving up and down slightly in the air. You swallowed glaring up at him. You could easily walk out right now. Flip him off, call him out on his bullshit but did your parents really deserve that?

You were now sitting across from him, as if things couldn’t get worse than this. He swung his foot off his thigh and cleared his throat, his thumb and index finger rubbed his chin as he took a long good look at you. Shamefully you felt your body get all hot, those piercing green eyes trying to read all the ‘sins’ etched on your plump bosom like the Scarlett letter.

“Ok I’ve lied, stolen maybe a few times at the gas station on campus, I’ve cheated once, yelled at my parents. I dunno that’s really all.”

You blurted out, palms pressed against your knees, why were they suddenly so damn sweaty? Toji stayed silent for a moment, those green eyes zeroing in on the way you rubbed your palms up and down slowly leaving a darker ‘stain’ of sweat on your jeans.

“Lying in the house of God, that’s a sin.”

He tilted his head sinking into his chair, almost man spreading. Oh god—manspreading, you could shamelessly admit you were a slut for manspreading, every-time a man did, you knew exactly where your eyes were landing and unfortunately you made eye contact with Toji’s crotch faster before your mind could tell you to stop.

That thick outline, underneath his holy garments. The pretty little curve his thick cock did, straining against the fabrics that withheld it. God might as well strike you down at this moment. You wouldn’t be mad about it—you’d be relieved actually.

“Mmm there’s something you can confess.”

You snapped your head up meeting his eyes once more, his voice was lower, huskier and his eyes—pupils so dilated, his green looked almost black.

You did eventually break and rattled on and on about your filthy sins, you were a filthy girl after all. God forbid though! You went on and on, chest heaving—not from embarrassment or shame, you were flustered, wretchedly flustered.

Toji only listened and watched, as your breath quickened and your hands moved wildly in front of you. You didn’t dare hold his gaze, nonetheless meet it.

For your penance? He had you on your knees alright.

Thick dribbles of your frothy spit ran down his girthy cock and down your fists coating them excessively. You pumped your fingers around his base, barely able to even wrap all 10 fingers around. Pulling away, you gasped for air, lips swollen and covered in his sinful pre-cum and your saliva.

“Haah…haah…I’m sorry father for all my sins in failing…”

You babbled the Act of Contrition like some dumbed out whore and Toji loved it—he loved it so fucking much. The sheer sight of you breaking so easily, losing all sense. Sucking the near life out of him in the small room just across the tabernacle. It was filthy, and he loved filth.

He gripped your hair harshly sending his cock back into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, drawing the sweetest little gags from you.

“Y-yeah just like…fuck…that…suck me good…”

He grunted, rutting his fat cock deeper into your mouth, god you were so stuffed it felt overwhelming. Your nose was buried in his wild bush. Dark hairs tickling your nose, the musk fogging up your brain. Your wet lashes fluttered open and shut as you felt his thrusts become more and more deranged, desperate. He gripped your hair so hard, fingernails digging into your scalp as he bucked his firm hips up in an unyielding fashion.

It was clear he was getting closer, at this point there wasn’t much you could do, he was pummeling your face with his fat cock. Your tongue lay helplessly against his bulbous veins, fists still pumping as more and more pre-cum and saliva streamed down his base to your fingers, making some of the most obscene, and wet squelches.

It wasn’t long before your throat was suddenly coated in his thick and warm seed, rope after rope of thick hot fluid flooded down your throat, beginning to fill your mouth, cheeks stuffed before you knew it. He didn’t stop, pressing your face against his crotch. Your nose fully engrossed in his hair—his smell was intoxicating.

His cum began to burst out your mouth and dribble down your chin and down into your cleavage, he finally let go of your head sending you back—trying to catch your breath through the thick fluid coating your throat.

He sat there, broad chest moving up and down heavily, straining against the fabric as he watched you swallow what was left and cough a few times before finally catching your breath, mouth still parted open letting out pathetic pants. He insisted on seeing you again next Sunday—he expected it.

You told your mom how’d you be back, for sure. But it wasn’t your sins you’d be getting off your chest this time—hopefully it’d be Toji, relentlessly rutting into you as your pathetic hands tried to get him off you, for the fun of it of course.

[midwstrnbelle]

♡ babysitting for Dilf!Nanami

part 2

Dilf!Nanami was more than just grateful for your help. You moving into the apartment just 3 doors down was like a blessing in disguise—a blessing dressed in frills and skirts at all times—something he found himself oddly drawn to.

At first Nanami shamelessly ‘stalked’ you—well not actually stalked you, he did it to everyone honestly. Anyone who moved in—were they capable of babysitting his daughter? Call him cheap, lazy even, but Nanami did not trust nor did he care for paying an insane amount of money for a daycare, when he could get the same services, if not better for half the price—he just had to find someone willing, and trustworthy. You just so happened to be his next victim, ‘scout’ he liked to put it.

He watched you for a few days, you had classes early in the morning, and came back mid afternoon—just 30 minutes before he had to head off to work and 10 before he picked up his young daughter from school. He even noticed how you rarely went out at night, seemingly content with spending your time in the sanctuary of your apartment. Not only was your schedule convenient, in general you looked like a pleasant person, one who could potentially be good with kids. To his surprise his little daughter took interest in you as well, especially your sumptuous way of dressing, intricate lace details as sleeves under your baby tees that had quite tacky but inspiring quotes on the back, which his daughter picked up on quickly.

You were in the lobby just from your classes, opening the small locker that housed your mail. You didn’t notice him at first, that tall blonde man approaching you, he wore those round glasses that framed his face perfectly. He introduced himself—“Your neighbor three doors down.” He flashed you such a charming smile—how did you fail to notice your particularly handsome and older neighbor?

The following week you found yourself babysitting his daughter, she had an uncanny similarity to her father. The same blonde hair—reserved personality and her miniature version of his glasses. She was very easy to manage—ate basically anything, played the games you brought her and obliged when it came bed time. No wonder she was such a good child, her father seemed to be the walking word ‘discipline’.

Nanami, no—Kento actually, as he recently made you call him by his first name—paid you handsomely, but a few months in, you started refusing the payments. It’s not like you needed the money, and besides a single father like himself needed to save up as much money possible, so yes you could survive without the extra $20 an hour even though Nanami insisted. You liked babysitting and you liked being around him even more. You found yourself staying a little longer than usual, eventually an hour even after he had come home.

Nanami would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your company, you were soft spoken and everything that came out of your mouth had weight to it, it was clear you valued conversation. He loved the way your lips would jut out in a pout when you complained about your classes, or how your dimples got deeper every-time you laughed about something his daughter did. Your simple existence was like a breath of fresh air for him—you were exhilarating.

Although, it wasn’t just your demeanor he found exhilarating.

He shamefully found himself growing more and more interested in your—physical appearance. He hated to admit it, you were much younger, he was 14 years your senior. Oh how dirty it was for him to let his eyes run up and down your legs. How he struggled to even meet your eyes with the way your plush thighs doubled in size when you sat down. His Adam’s Apple would bob up and down as he swallowed growing lumps in his throat. Slowly your company became almost unbearable to him and you noticed, and oh did you bask in it.

You’d let your legs brush his under the table lightly as he loosened his work tie, doing that same swallow he’s been doing for dayssss now. You’d flutter your lashes and trace your own arm with your manicured fingers, all while holding his gaze. Nanami was a man of temperance, more than that he respected you—even though the both of you knew you’d end up tangled in his sheets one day, soon enough—with his cock so deep inside your vicious walls all while he praised you for being such a breathtaking blessing.

𝓪/n. . .this is my first fic on here so please please forgive me if it’s a little off huhuhuhuhu but anyways enjoy Dilf!Nanami I feel like he’d be a huge girl dad.