The Nanny (DILF!! Koutarou Bokuto x Chubby reader)
>>>>>>>DILF ALERT>>>>>>>>
WARNING : Bokuto is literally the hottest dilf EVER.
Bokuto Koutarou was tired.
As a worn-out, retired pro-volleyball player, one would think Koutarouโs life would be lived in luxury, in comfort beyond need.
But as he sat on a bench much too small for his built frame, holding a stuffed ballet bag whilst attempting to calm his crying son, all as Tchaikovskyโs โThe Nutcrackerโ blared through the studio filled with 6-year-old girls and their accompanying parents, Koutarou couldn't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed.
Heโd take the pressure of playing the second match of a losing game on national television over this hell any day.
He hated it, yet he stayedโฆ.becauseโฆ.he loved it. He would endure the stuffiness and the discomfort, and the occasional request for an autograph if it meant that his daughter got to be happy.
He watched her spinning with her peers, smiling as he watched her brows furrow in cute concentration as the teacher introduced moves that would be in their upcoming recital.
She was truly the spitting image of Koutarou, both of the twins were. They both possessed his wild gold eyes and unruly hair, not to mention their smiles that could light up the whole building.
They looked so much like Koutarou that, back when he was still married to their mother, when the woman would take the twins out without him, she would claim to get odd stares everywhere she went.
So he supposed that he was grateful that they looked so much like him, with how it ended with his ex-wife he could never see her face again and be content, happy, even.
Still, being a single dad wasโฆ. hard.. to say the least. He was lucky to have plenty of money saved away from his glory days, but the stress and time crunch he was constantly subjected to by the various weekly sports practices or music lessons or grocery shopping or house-cleaning or literally all of the tasks that were making his hair gray faster than desired, was still palpable.
So it was safe to say that although the man loved his kids and really wouldnโt trade his life for anything, he was exhausted.
But he had no choice, so he continued to watch his daughter twirl about the studio while also attempting to calm his son.
โExcuse meโฆโ
Koutarouโs head turned towards the sound.
You had been sitting beside the crying six-year-old for at least the last five minutes, watching his father struggle between comforting him and watching his sister.
Youโd had to work up the nerve to say anything to the intimidating man, but you figured with how pitiful he looked, heโd welcome your help.
โI was just wondering if your son wanted a snack?โ
Koutarou just stared at you, his golden eyes practically boring into your soul, making you want to sink back into your skin.
โGodโ you thought, feeling your face getting hot at the manโs attention. โI shouldnโt have said anything. What weirdo leads with that?...............why is he still staring at me?โ
You cleared your throat, snapping Bokuto out of whatever strange daze heโd been in.
He looked down to find his son staring up at you, no longer crying.
Another 30 seconds of silence passed, you sat uncomfortably in your seat as a new set of golden eyes now stared at you, replacing the gaze of his father.
You were about to speak again, to tell the man to forget about it, but as you opened your mouth to apologize, the man finally spoke.
โ....Just like that?โ he says, looking at this new stranger with an incredulous look on his face. He couldnโt believe that youโd gotten his son to stop crying with a simple question.
โ-Iโm sorry?โ
โJust like that youโre done crying?โ
You watched as the boy turned back towards his father, grinning up at the older man before looking at you expectantly. You heard the father sigh before watching a grin overtake his face, practically brightening the whole room as the smile took over his features. You couldnโt help but mentally swoon at the sight of father and son, smiling at you with practically identical grins.
You felt your face getting even warmer as you watched the manโs eyes crinkle. You couldnโt believe how breathtakingly handsome this man was, his salt and pepper stubble shining in the fluorescent lighting as his hulking shoulders slumped forward. Your eyes darted towards one of his massive biceps as his hand reached back to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment.
โIs it alright if he has one?โ you ask.
Koutarou nodded as he thanked God for the angel that heโd just been sent. He thought that the crying would never stop when all it took for the runt to stop crying was a snack from a pretty lady?
Koutarou watched you intently as you asked his son what he wanted, opening a large tote bag youโd had on your lap to let him select his treat. You couldnโt have been older than heโd been when he and his ex had had the twins. The way that you were dressed suggested you were much younger than any of the other parents here, much too young to have kids as old as Bokutoโs.
A sister maybe? Koutarou thought as you handed his son a juice pouch, ruffling his hair and lightly asking him if he was here to watch his sister dance.
Soon, the end of class rolled around and all of the parents began gathering their things to go home. Koutarou, despite desperately wanting to, hadnโt said anything except โthank youโ to you, the feeling of exhaustion clouding over the possibility that you found him rude for not engaging in more conversation.
He watched you gather your things, wanting to stop you but not getting the chance as, for some reason, the dance teacher asked for everyoneโs attention.
The teacher announced the departure of one of the students who was apparently moving away, telling the class that their friend would no longer be attending dance.
All of the children, Bokutoโs daughter included, yelled and huddled around and hugged their leaving friend, wishing them one last goodbye before they were all dismissed to run back to their parents.
Bokuto watched as the child who was moving away ran up to you, handing you their ballet bag before saying they were going to say goodbye to their friend one last time.
โWell,โ Bokuto thought, โthere goes the notion of ever paying her backโ he thought if heโd never see you again, he might as well thank you one last time.
โOhโฆ.โ you said, surprised that the man youโd helped earlier was thanking you and wishing you the best in your move, you awkwardly shifted on your feet, wondering if you should just roll with it.
โ...actuallyโฆ Iโm just the nannyโฆ not the momโฆ.โ
You watched as the older manโs ears reddened. Clear embarrassment coming over his strong features.
โ.....Nanny?โ Koutarou asked.
You nodded, looking down at your shoes as you wondered to yourself if you truly looked old enough to be a mother. Maybe it was time to invest in some new clothesโฆ. or skin moisturizer?
You couldnโt really blame the man though, your whole life youโd been type-casted as the mother figure by nearly everyone you met. You knew it was because of your appearance, you werenโt thin or fit like most girls your age, but stillโฆ.. to be practically called a mother by the most attractive man youโd ever seen wasโฆ.. humblingโฆ. to say the least.
But that wasnโt why Bokuto had assumed you were a mother, he hadnโt even assumed that! He thought you were just an older sister, helping out by picking a sibling up. He didnโt even think of the possibility of you being a nanny!
โA nannyโฆ.โ he thought.
Bokuto had considered getting a nanny several times before. Heโd thought that perhaps heโd be able to relax a bit more if he had someone to help him out with the kids. Alas, for some reason he never got one.
โWellโฆโ you offered, trying to ease the air of embarrassment as the attractive man still towered over you, his ears still burning red, โin a couple of days when they move Iโll be out of a gig, so technically I wonโt be a nanny thenโฆ but Iโm still one now.โ
โYou can be my nanny.โ Koutarouโs son said, grabbing your hand with his stubby little fingers and tugging you down to his eyes level.
You laughed.
โYouโre too cute. But why would you need a nanny with the amazing daddy you have?โ you patted his head again, gigging as he frowned.
It was a good thing that you hadnโt looked up yet, cause all that youโd see was the look of shock written all over Koutarouโs face. Why was his face so red? It must be the embarrassment of thinking you were a mother, right? โฆ.then why was his heart beating so loudly?
It couldnโt have been from the way you looked at his sonโฆ... or the way you were positioned on your knees in front of himโฆ.. or the way the word daddy fell from your lipsโฆ.right?
On a whim, without a single thought, Kontarou spoke up.
โIโm actually looking for a nanny.โ
You looked up in surprise, extending to full height.
โYou are?โ
โYes.โ he responded quickly, praying that his sonโs excited jumping beside him would be enough to hide the fact he was nervously bounding on the balls of his feet.
โWould you be interested?โ
That was how everything had started.
The last couple of months had been a paradise for Koutarou. He finally felt like he could breathe again.
You were a dream, taking care of the kids and the house, leaving him able to actually do things again with his life, spend time with his friends, go to the gym, anything he wanted to do pretty much.
The two of you had decided that youโd be best as a stay-at-home, full-time nanny, having your own room and space at his house. So from the time the kids woke up in the morning to the time they went to bed at night, youโd be there for them.
Now it wasnโt to say that now that you were here Koutarou didnโt spend time with his kids, most days when the kids werenโt in school, the four of you would go out on little โfamilyโ excursions, to the aquarium, to the zoo, you name it, the four of you did it.
It also wasnโt to say that you didnโt also have a life of your own. Koutarou was probably the best boss a girl could ask for, he was more than happy to give you whatever days you wanted off, let you go out late with your friends, letting you come and go as you please.
It honestly felt surreal. You were living the dream. And sometimes, despite the guilt that came with it, youโd find yourself wondering if this was how it would be if YOU were the mother of the twinsโฆ if YOU were Koutarouโs wife.
At first, these thoughts were few and far between, but after the three-month mark, you found yourself thinking of it more and more.
You would find your eyes lingering across Koutarouโs chest as he cooked pancakes for the four of you on Saturday mornings, his shirtless torso rippling with laughter as the kids recounted kindergarten stories from their week. You found your face warming as you greeted him when he came back from the gym, his arm muscles, thick from years of pro-volleyball and physical training, sweat slicking back his salt and peppered hair.
Over time you noticed how your heart would now thump louder when he walked into the room or as you watched him interact with his kids.
You were ashamed to admit the feelings that you held for your boss were far from professional and anything but innocent.
But while you were getting eaten up with guilt, Koutarou was in a very similar boat.
At first, it was mostly just gratitude that he felt towards you. You truly were his angel, swooping in to take control when he got too tired to answer his sonโs question of โwhy is grass greenโ for the fifth time or working your child taming magic to put down his gremlin daughter at bedtime.
Slowly, it morphed into something more. He found himself sneaking peeks into the laundry room, watching as your plump form folded over to empty the dryer, your ass barely covered by those flimsy shorts you insisted on wearing around the house, claiming that sweat pants and jeans were โjust too hotโ. He found his eyes locked on your chest as you scrubbed dishes, admiring the way that your tits bounced as you scrubbed away at the greasy pans before handing them to him to dry.
Ashamedly he found himself thinking of you, a girl far too young for him, as he touched himself in the shower after coming home from the gym to find you doing your yoga in his living room, the flow of ice-cold water doing nothing, the only relief coming from spilling his seed down the shower drain with your name on his lips.
He found himself lying awake some nights when you went out with your friends, wondering if youโd finally found a man your own age to take care of you.
Perhaps it was the mundane, domestic aspect of your presence that made the thought of losing you to a younger man so appalling to Koutarou, perhaps in some sick twisted part of Koutarouโs brain, you were hisโฆ. the caretaker of his childrenโฆโฆ.. his.
You would be lying if you said that you hadnโt noticed the tension between you and your boss. Lazy Saturday mornings in the kitchen seemed much moreโฆ intimate now. Trips to the grocery store felt electric. Even the outings that the four of you went on together felt likeโฆ.. More.
People on the streets would compliment you on the kids as if they were your own. They would awe and tell you how precious your family wasโฆ and even though sometimes Koutarou would notice the four of you getting strange looks, a woman as young as you with a man as old as himself, the way that you would light up, thanking the strangers for their kinds words, bragging to them about him and the kids, managed to make the negative thoughts melt away.
This was getting dangerous. Both you and Koutarou could sense it.
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โHi boysโฆ. Donโt mind me, just cleaning up a bit. I brought you some more to drink!โ You said cheerfully, setting down the two six-packs on the coffee table in front of the men before beginning to pick up a few of the empty beer bottles adorning the table.
Koutarou was having some of his friends over to watch the Olympics, volleyball of course, and with the kids at school, you had nothing else to do but tend to the group of men, refreshing their food and drink every now and then.
You liked Koutarouโs friends though, so it wasnโt a big deal.
The group of men thanked you before breaking into the new alcohol youโd just brought them.
All of their thoughts were similar,
Bokuto was one lucky bastard to have a pretty little thing like you around for him. They watched shamelessly as your soft body moved around the room, admiring the ways your thighs jiggled. Gazing at you with hungry eyes as you leaned down to pick up more bottles from the coffee table, exposing a perfect view of your tits, squeezed together in a white lacy bra.
Youโd be lying if you said you didnโt notice the attention. You could feel the way that the menโs eyes were digging into your flesh as you pranced around in a sweet little baby blue sundress.
Youโd be lying if you said you didnโt wear this on purpose. You knew what you were doing.
Youโd been less than lucky in the man department lately, the guys your age just werenโt looking for what you were. Yeah sometimes they made for a nice fuck, but with the way your sights had been set on your boss lately, they just couldnโt hold your interest, so what was so wrong with flaunting yourself to Koutarouโs friends? They were nice, attractive, and attracted to you. Catching the annoyed attention of your boss wasnโt the mission, just a perkโฆ..right?
Koutarou wasnโt dumb. He knew what you were doing, and perhaps it was the adrenaline of the game mixed with the fact heโd already downed a six-pack to himself but Koutarou found himself extremely annoyed.
Annoyed with the way you were giggling as you made light conversation with his friends, annoyed with the way said friends stared at you as if they were wolves and you were their precious target of a lamb, and most of all annoyed with the way he wasnโt already balls deep in your fat little cunt.
The last straw was when one of the guys asked you to adjust the volume manually on the TV having โlostโ the remote. He watched you walk up to the television, mounted on the wall at least three feet above your head. He watched as you stretched your frame, reaching to the volume control. His vision narrowed as he watched the hem of your dress slowly rise, he watched in his peripheral as all of his dirtbag friends stared at the tops of your pillowy thighs.
โWhy the fuck did I mount that TV so high?โ he thought angrily.
He thanked God when you finally cheered out that youโd found the volume, your dress not short enough to expose your ass to them.
He watched as you came back down off of your tippy toes, your butt jiggling as your heels landed on the carpeted floor before you turned and made your way out of the room, promising to come back later with more refreshments, much to the disappointment of all of the attractive ex-volleyball pros in the room.
Koutarou waited for about twenty minutes after youโd left, before he stood, announcing he was going to the bathroom and then to retrieve more beers.
After relieving himself, he went to the kitchen.
As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sound of music filled his ears, some old dance-in-the-kitchen song played through the air as your frame came into view, your soft body dancing around as you baked what looked like cookies.
Bokuto just stood and watched, all of his previous frustration melting away as his eyes danced over your face, your eyes closed and your mouth quietly singing along. His gaze fell to your sundress covered ass, the pudge of your thighs deliciously taunting him as you swung your hips in small circles with the music.
He couldnโt help but smile as he noticed that you were wearing the cute little apron that his kids had gotten you to match his own that he used. The aprons had been a fatherโs day gift, it was a set of his and hers aprons, his displaying the classic โkiss the cookโ design and the one you were currently wearing said โdonโt mind if I do!โ The design was incredibly tacky but the fact you were wearing it filled him with a feeling heโd become far too accustomed to lately.
He wanted, more than anything, to make this scene last forever. To forever keep you close enough to hear your laughs, to see the way your plump cheeks dimpled when you giggled at his lame jokes, he wanted you to stay with the kidsโฆwith him.
He walked into the kitchen.
โI see you're having fun.โ
Your eyes popped open in surprise. Sometimes you couldnโt believe a man as large as Koutarou could be so stealthy.
โIโm making cookies!โ You practically sang as Bokuto retrieved another two six packs from the fridge.
โOh yeah?โ He hummed, turned around to face you, each of his hands occupied with alcohol.
You grinned up at the man, admiring his strong, stubble filled jaw and his warm golden eyes. You closed your eyes for a second, sighing in content as you bathed in his gaze, thinking to yourself how youโd take the attention of Koutarou Bokuto over the sunโs warmth any day.
You sighed, opening your eyes again to find Koutarou smiling back down at you.
โDance with me Kouโฆโ You requested, gently removing the 6 packs from his hands and leaving them on the counter.
Koutarou watched as you took his hands in yours, your hands were so small and soft compared to his, not to mention much colder.
You hummed as you guided his grasp to your body, dropping his large hands on your hips as you rested your palms on his biceps, giggling quietly as the muscle tensed and relaxed under your fingers.
Koutarou let you lead, although it wasnโt much of a dance and more of just the two of you standing in his kitchen, swaying like an old married couple.
โNot much of a danceโฆ.โ he mumbled, willing himself to keep his body under control as you pressed up against him, your body swaying to the music.
You laughed.
โIsnโt it nice?โ
Bokuto just hummed in response, letting his eyes droop closed as the music continued playing, your bodies moving together as if they were one.
As you danced though, Koutarou couldnโt help but think back to the way you pranced around in front of his friends, how you acted so innocent and lovely as you practically showed them your tits. The same tits that were now pressed up against him as your face laid against his chest. Or how you chose to wear your thinnest, shortest sundress today, knowing the house would be full of 30 year old men whoโd like nothing more than to see the skimpy little hem flip up.
And despite concentrating on notโฆ getting excitedโฆ Koutarou could feel himself hardening in his pants, a detail you were also gleefully aware of.
โKouโฆโ you whispered.
The man didnโt look down at you, still swaying back and forth, his fingers gently grasping the fat of your hips.
โKouโฆ.โ
The manโs eyes snapped open as he felt your fingers trail from his arms to his chest, your prettily painted nails drawing circles against his right pec.
โKouโฆ. itโs niceโฆ isnโt it?โ You asked quietly.
Koutarou watched as you tilted your head back to look up at him, your half lidded eyes dancing across his face. He watched your lips part as you stared up at him with blown-out pupils. Everything about you was so softโฆ so warmโฆโฆ. sinful.
โY-โ
A loud honk cut him off, making the both of you jump as your heads turned to look out the front window.
There sat the school bus, opening its door to let out Koutarouโs children, promptly ruining the moment.
You frowned, stepping away from an equally disappointed Koutarou. You looked out the window to find the twins running towards the doorstep, giant smiles on their facesโฆ. They looked just like himโฆ
โWellโฆโ you mumbled, rubbing your palms on your apron, trying to snap yourself out of whatever daze you were in.
โIโd better-โ
You turned around to find Koutarou gone, along with the beer that had been sitting on the counter.
Your frown deepened.
The oven beeped and two sets of knocking came from the front door.
You heard the twins outside.
โMiss Y/N weโre home!!!!โ
โLet us in!!!โ
And just like that you were reminded that this was your job even if you desperately wanted it to be more.
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โCan you pass me the pepper bub?โ
โHere dollโ
โThank youโ
Bokutoโs kids were truly JUST like their father.
You laughed as you grabbed the pepper away from the chubby little fingers. You couldnโt remember when it had started, but seemingly all of the sudden, Koutarouโs children had begun sprinkling in the endearment their father used towards you when they spoke to you.
They still call you by your name most times, but every now and then they throw in the name just to make you laugh.
They were also just like their father in the way that while they seemed clueless, they really were quite smart when it came to reading people, especially you. So when you had come home an hour ago they immediately noticed your sour mood, no matter how hard you tried to hide it behind your cheerful smiles and tight hugs.
You had in fact gone out earlier, on a spur of the moment date with some guy your friend tried to set you up with.
After the startling wake-up call from Koutarou earlier in the day, youโd decided that what you needed was a good old fashioned date and dick appointment.
Unfortunately, it didnโt help. You returned home worn out and sad. But nevertheless, you still had dinner to cook and kids to take care of so you put on your brave face and hoped that Koutarouโs friends would stay long enough to where the man wouldn't come up for dinner.
To your thankful surprise, the kids and you ate dinner alone before you helped them to bed, reading them a story or two before turning lights out and going back to the kitchen to clean up over a bottle of wine.
Bokuto dragged a hand down his face, he loved his friends but god was he exhausted! The men had finally called it a night and dispersed, leaving Koutarou with a messy โman caveโ and a sagging feeling of tiredness in his chest.
As he walked up the stairs, he heard your music once again drifting from the kitchen, causing a sort of deja vu to come over him.
He hadnโt meant to run away earlier, he just didnโt know what to do. Of course when he later watched you return to the house, having no clue where you had been, he knew heโd made the wrong decision with the way you avoided his gaze.
There you were, dancing around the kitchen in that same little blue sundress, but this time with a full glass of white wine.
Just like earlier, your eyes were closed as you moved your hips to the music, your dress swishing, exposing enough skin to make Bokuto feel hot as his cock twitched in interest in his pants.
โDancing again?โ he asked gently, sitting down at the island, trying his best not to startle you.
Your eyes opened to lazily stare at the man, running over the broad expanse of his shoulders. You werenโt drunkโฆโฆ. but you definitely werenโt sober.
After no response, Bokuto asked another question.
โI saw you went out todayโฆ โdโya have fun?โ
You chuckled, taking a long sip of wine as you recalled the mediocre dick youโd received.
โNot quite.โ you mumbled, turning away from Koutarou as you continued to sway.
โNot gonna ask me to dance?โ He tried teasing as you set your wine down to begin drying the dishes youโd just washed.
You shrugged.
โJoin if you wantโฆโ your voice was slightly slurred and Bokuto could tell that this wasnโt your first glass.
He got up, striding over to stand behind your beautiful frame, resting his hands on your waist as he pressed his chest into your back, urging you to relax into him.
โItโs nice isnโt itโฆ?โ he whispered in your ear, making your tipsy figure shudder against him, your ass brushing against his crotch as he moved the both of you to the music.
โKoutarouโฆโ you sighed, trying your best to focus your hazy mind on drying.
โKoutarou?โ Bokuto wonderedโฆ.โnot Kou?....was it because of earlier?โ
โWhereโd you go today?โ he muttered against the shell of your ear.
โNowhere..โ you mumbled absentmindly, โjust a stupid date.โ
Koutarouโs heart sankโฆ. a date?
โHow was he?โ
Your eyes widened at Koutarouโs question. Even though it couldโve sounded innocent enough, you knew what he meantโฆ what he wanted to know.
Suddenly you were painfully aware of the feeling of his cock resting on top of your ass, digging into the softness of your lower back. You felt your knees weaken.
โDisappointing.โ you whispered, trying to control the beating of your heart.
Bokuto hummed as bent his head down, dragging the tip of his nose behind your ear as his strong arms moved away from your waist to wrap around your body, removing the drying towel from your grasp before moving back down to rock his hips against you.
โKouโฆ.โ
The quiet moan of his name falling from your lips confirmed it. Youโd been wanting him just as much as heโd been wanting you.
โYes doll?โ he mumbled, turning you around in his arms before pulling you close to resume dancing.
You looked up at him with heavy eyes. His eyes were trained on you, the bright gold burning into your face, making you squirm against his hard body.
Somehow, your feet were moving below you, you knew that you were still dancing but it felt like you were just floating on air, the way Koutarou looked at you made you burn in a way youโd never burned before.
You could feel your cunt leaking, soaking through your pathetic thin panties as you breathed in Kouโs scent, as his heat radiated into you.
You wanted himโฆ.needed him.
โKouโฆ..โ you moaned again, already panting as his grip on your body tightened, your softness squirming beneath his fingers. โ....daddyโฆโ
Bokutoโs cock twitched as he groaned low in your ear.
โShitโฆโ he whispered in you ear, his fingers running up under the hem of your dress, poking against the front of your panties, โ...youโre so fucking hot dollโฆ.โ
You gasped, your hands snapping down to grip the counter behind you as you felt his fingers rip away your panties, the soaked flimsy cotton falling to the ground below you.
A high pitched whine escaped you as Koutarouโs thick fingers ran up and down your lips, stopping to play with your slick, taking it on his middle fingers before bringing them up to your mouth.
โSuckโฆ.โ he ordered.
Without hesitation, your mouth sprang open and you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, embarrassment filling you at the thought of cleaning yourself off of him. You were embarrassed, yet your pussy pulsed, making your body twitch in the position, Koutarouโs muscled arm trapping your hips against his as he massaged your tongue with his fingers.
He slid his finger out of your mouth, a groan rumbling in his chest as you moaned at the loss, watching your spit draw strings to his fingers.
โSuch a pretty girlโฆโ He whispered, but taking your jaw with his dry hand.
โ...Kou-โ your whine was quickly swallowed as his lips finally met yours, his tongue wasting no time in thrusting itself into your mouth, soothing you sounds as he licked into you, tasting your arousal on your tongue.
Your head was spinning, nearly too much to notice the way his dampened fingers trailed their way back down to your pussy, brashly dipping straight back into your cunt, his middle finger tip drawing a circle around your entrance as his thumb pressed into your clit.
You cried into his kiss, your knees buckling.
Koutarou chuckled, wrapping his arm around your back tighter as he pressed you into the counter.
โKou pleaseโฆ.โ you panted, your mouth breaking away from his to beg him to hurry up and fuck you.
You wanted it so badly, you didnโt even need prepped. That loser youโd been with earlier had already done that. You werenโt able to orgasm thenโฆ all you were able to think about was your boss, taking you in a position much like this one.
โShhhโฆ.โhe mumbled, finally pressing his two middle fingers up into you, grinning as you shuddered against him.
โHmmmmโฆ..โ he said, feeling your walls clench around his digits as he curled them into you, his experienced fingers finding your spot within seconds, making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders.
โFeels like that boy couldnโt do shit for my baby, youโre still too fucking tight for my cockโฆโ
โNooooโฆโ you panted, your hips jumping as his fingers curled into your g-spot again, making your toes curl against the hardwood floor of the kitchen. โNeed you nowโฆ.please daddy..โ
Koutarou groaned at the name again, his cock leaking in his boxers at the pathetic sounds coming out of your throat.
He wished he had a mirror in the kitchen, wished he could see all of you, he wanted to be able to turn you around against his chest, to bunch your cute little sundress up around your waist and watch his fingers disappear in and out of your swollen pussy.
He flipped you around against his chest, giving himself more leverage as his palm ground against your clit, allowing his fingers to quicken their pace, fucking into you, abandoning the sweet and slow tempo as he began to abuse your spot with each harsh push.
โShhhhh sweetheartโฆโ Koutarou cooed in your ear, grinding his cock up against your ass, as if promising that time would come soon enough,
โgotta loosen you up for daddyโs cockโฆโ
You moaned at his words, your pussy somehow clenching even harder.
โDaddyโฆโ you panted, twisting your neck to look back into his eyes, โ...โm closeโฆโ
Bokuto groaned, dropping his face against your neck. He could feel it, your walls getting tighter around his fingers. He wanted you to let goโฆ to show him how badly you wanted him.
โCome on sweetheartโฆ. I want you to feel good for meโฆโ He mumbled, his free hand bunching your dress up further to take one of your nipples between his fingers, pulling on the hard bud, pulling another pathetically high pitched whine from you.
โDaddyโฆโ you breathed, your body shaking as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer โ....hurtsโฆ.โ
Bokuto shushed you again but didnโt stop pulling on your nipple, the burning sensation bleeding through your chest and making you squirm against his hard chest.
And yet somehow, you could feel the pain getting you even closer to your high, a realization that ripped a sob from your chest as you neared the edge.
โSo prettyโฆ.โ he mumbled against your skinโฆ โyou gonna cum for daddy?โ
โYes daddy!.....โ you cried, your eyes snapping closed as you felt yourself on the edge.
โAsk nicely babyโฆ.โ
You cried even louder, feeling actual tears welling up in your eyes.
โPlease daddy!โ โPlease what baby?โ
โLet me cum daddyโฆ.wanna cumโฆwant -p-please lemme cum!โ Your words were slurred as Bokuto gazed down at you.
His whole kitchen which used to only be filled with the sound of your old music was now filled with the sounds of frankie valli accompanied now with the loud squelching of your cunt and the slap of his palm against your pussy.
He could hear the ragged patterns of your breaths, telling him that you werenโt lying in how close you were.. How badly you wanted to cum for him.
He was glad that the kidโs room were upstairs of the other side of the house because as soon as he said it,
โGo ahead sweetheartโฆโ
If their rooms had been any closer theyโd have run downstairs, frantically asking as to why their father was seemingly killing their beloved nanny.
โshhhโฆ. โ Bokuto soothed against your skin, pulling his fingers out of your pussy before lightly slapping the swollen lips, making your jerk against him as an overstimulated whine came from your mouth.
He couldnโt wait any longer, he could feel his cock pulsing as he bent you over the island counter, sinking down to his knees as he guided your legs further apart and pushed your asscheeks open, revealing your fat little pussy, smeared with your own cum as it twitched with the after effects of your high.
He wanted to taste you directly, shove his tongue into your pathetic little hole and rip another orgasm out of you, but he didnโt think he could wait that long, not with how hard he was.
He needed to be inside of youโฆ now.
โFuckโฆ.โ he muttered, watching hungrily as your hole clenched around nothing, he chuckled as he heard you let out a whimper above him.
โHow about it sweetheart?โ He asked, standing to full height as he dropped his pants around his ankles, his cock springing up to slap his torso.
You gasped at the sound of it. Somehow just by the sound of it you could tell it was big. Definitely bigger than anything youโd ever had before.
โGonna let me fuck your little pussy for you?โ
You nearly died on the spot at the vulgarity of the proposal and yet you couldn't hide the way your body arched against the cold counter, more than ready for anything he was willing to give.
โYes!... now!โ you demanded, making Koutarou laugh behind you.
โIs my pretty little baby getting bossy now? Is your pussy that needy baby?โ
You cried against the counter, your feverish forehead pressing up against the granite as if it could clear your lust clouded mind.
โPlease Daddyโฆโ you whimpered, sniffling back tears as they continued to gather in your lash line, threatening to fall.
โShhh.. I got you babyโฆโ Kou assured, guiding his cock towards your core, dragging it through your lips.
โFuckโ he thought, you were so wet he didnโt even need you to spit on his dick, and even less so, need lube.
One day though, probably tomorrow, heโd have to have you on your knees, choking on his cock so he could watch you cry. Maybe heโd buy you a toy to sit on while you sucked him offโฆ the thought made him impossibly harder.
โShit.. โ he cursed, abruptly pulling away from you, causing your head to quickly turn, your eyes wide as you watched him take a step back.
โShitโฆ sweetheart, I need to find a condom.โ
You made him feel so young that heโd almost forgotten, and he knew that the last thing you needed was a baby with someone like him to ruin your life.
He paused when you didnโt respond.
โWha-โ he mumbled as you slinked off of the counter and onto the floor in front of him, your eyes level with his cock.
It was probably the prettiest cock youโd ever seen. It was long and thick, and god his balls were amazing, so heavyโฆ..
Bokuto nearly yelped as your fingers surrounded him, immobilizing him as your lips wrapped around the weeping head of his cock, you fingers brushing down through his pubic hair to cup his balls, pulling an embarrassing whine out of the built man as you squeezed them.
โWhat are you doingโฆโ he panted, his hands gripping the counter over your head.
You just stared up at him, swallowing him further.
Koutarou nearly choked on air as your blown out pupils stared up at him.
You pulled yourself off of his cock.
โIโm okay daddyโฆโ you whispered, deciding his dick was probably wet enough for you as you folded back over the counter, the cold surface digging into your stomach as your arm reached back behind you, finding and guiding Kouโs cock to your entrance.
โ...wanna feel youโฆโ
Koutarou tried. He truly did.
You nearly screamed as he wasted no more time, thrusting his cock into you, not even letting you adjust as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your clit.
โFuck!โ
Koutarou was ruthless in the pace he set, pounding into you like your pussy owed him money as his hands held onto your body in a vice-like grip, switching from spreading your ass to see the way you sucked him in, to resting on your upper half, one hand pinning your lower back into the counter while the other cradled your throat, bending your body into a pose that made you feel him in your throat.
You prayed that tomorrow youโd be able to walk.
โFuck sweetheartโฆโ he panted, his breaths lining up with each sound of his balls slapping against your bud. โYou feel so goodโฆ.. so fucking tightโฆ.โ
Bokutoโs head was spinning at the way you were gripping his cock, your cunt felt so good around himโฆ so soft and warmโฆ. He was embarrassed to say, but you made him feel like he was back in his twenties again, he felt like he was gonna bust after just minutes inside of you.
โKouuuuโฆ.โ you whined out, your eyes crossing as the pressure on your throat increased, making the older man lighten his grasp, opting to let his palm migrate from your throat, tangling itself in your hair before pulling your head back that way.
Your cunt clenched at the burn in your scalp, making the two of you moan in unison, Koutarouโs hips speeding up even more.
โYouโre such a good girl sweetheartโฆโ Koutarou grunted, his fingers pulling your hair to angle your face within range, allowing him to press your lips together again, capturing all of your desperate little sounds with his mouth as he panted into yours.
โTell me babyโฆโ He said, his golden eyes burning into yours as you sobbed at a particularly hard thrust, the tip of his cock knocking into your cervix.
โ....tell me if any of your little boys can make you feel this goodโฆโ
You shook your head frantically, your jaw slack as you felt a line of drool running down your chin.
Youโd never felt this good in your life. You didnโt know how, after this, youโd ever go back to fucking anyone but Kou.
โTell me baby. '' he said, slowing his hips down to a roll, his cock dragging through your insides at a frustrating pace.
โNoooโฆ only youโฆ.. Please daddyโฆ.โ you choked out between full on sobs, your hips trying and failing to fuck back agaist him, begging him to resume fucking your brains out.
Koutarou chuckled, your answer causing his cock to twitch inside of you.
โThatโs rightโฆโ he groaned, โgonna ruin you for anyone elseโฆ. Gonna make it to where whenever you try to fuck anyone elseโฆ. All youโre going to feel is my cock inside of you, yeah?....โ
โYes!โ you sobbed. Your thighs shaking as Koutarou finally resumed his brutal onslaught against your walls.
Koutarou was so closeโฆ.god you made him so closeโฆ. Everything about you was so perfect, the fat tears that were rolling down your cheeks as his hips slammed against your ass, the way that he could feel your pillowy thighs shake every time he thrusted into you, the way your fucked out expression stared back at him, looking at him as if heโd hung the stars.
He groaned, feeling his end rising within him.
โKouโฆ.โ you whined, your watery eyes snapping back to look at him as you felt his cock still again.
Without a word, Koutarou wrapped his arm around your tits, pulling you back against his chest before doubling down.
โKou!โ you cried as your small pants and gasps turned into full on sobs.
There was something humiliating about the large man fucking you in the middle of the kitchen, forcing you to stand with the strong bicep wrapped around your tits while the other hand continued to grip your hip, using it to guide you on his cock. But all you could do was cry because even though it was, for some reason, embarrassing, it was incredibly hot.
โGodโฆโ Bokuto grunted through a clenched jaw. He needed to make you cum, he wanted to feel you cum on his cock before he finally lost it.
โCome on babyโฆโ He mumbled, his lips hot against your ear.
โNo!โ you gasped, your fingers gripping his wrists as the hand across your chest began pulling at your nipples, that had already become sore after being pushed across the counter so many times as he fucked you into it, and the other hand leaving your hip to reach down between your puffy lips, playing with your clit as his thick forearm pressed itself into your stomach.
Your fingers tried with no avail to stop him, your end rising like a fire inside of your lower abdomen.
โ....too muchโฆ.โ you whimpered, your head falling back against Boโs broad shoulder, giving his the perfect view of your bouncing tits and stomach as he fucked you, as well as giving him the perfect opportunity to latch his mouth onto your neck, his tongue and teeth nipping and licking at your erratic pulse.
โShhhhโฆโ he cooed โ....youโre doing so good babyโฆ.so good for meโฆโ
Your senses were completely clouded with the older man, you were so lost you couldnโt even really tell if your feet were touching the ground anymore.
All you could feel was him.
โMmโฆ.gonna cumโฆโฆcan I cum daddy?โ you begged, tilting your face towards his, letting him see the absolutely wrecked look on your face.
โFuck yes babyโฆwhenever you want babyโฆ.โ he moaned, his thrusts beginnging to shallow out, a clear sign of his impending release. โCum on my cockโฆ..please...โ
It only took a couple more thrusts for you to fall off of that cliff, your body jerking and flailing in Koutaroโs tight grasp as your cunt spasmed on his dick.
He went to pull out to shoot his load onto you, but your broken whimper stopped him.
โNoโฆโ you choked out between gasps, still riding the waves of your high, โ....in meโฆ. want it in meโฆ.โ
Bokuto was going to pull out, HE SWEARS.
He was going to pull out but before he knew it, right after those words left your mouth, his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, spilling himself into your cunt as it milked him dry.
All you could do was moan at the sensation of his cum painting your wallsโฆ there was so muchโฆ.
Bokuto guided the two of you back to the counter before slumping both of you over it, his cock still pressed deep into you, plugging you up, reveling in the aftermath as every few seconds your walls would pulse around him.
He was completely limp against you, his warm breath in your ear as he panted, trying to recover enough to pull out.
You sighed, trying to catch your breath.
โFuckโโฆ. You thought. You really did it this time didnโt you. After months of dreaming about him, touching yourself to thoughts of him, fucking other men wishing it was himโฆ. You finally got him.
You heard Koutarou groan as he slowly stood back up, his fingers kneading into your back as he pulled out, leaving you whining at the loss of him, making him chuckle.
โCome on pretty girlโฆโ he said, turning you around his grasp, his hands gripping your ass as he crouched down to pick you up. โHop up..โ
You hopped and unsurprisingly Bokuto lifted you with ease. Something youโd never have expected to find in a man.
He walked you down the hallway to your bedroom and into your bathroom, sitting you on your large bathroom counter, your back resting against the mirror behind you.
You watched Koutarou grin at his ruffled appearance before moving to wet a hand towel to clean you up.
You allowed your eyes to close, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands taking care of you.
But as Koutarou cleaned you, he couldnโt help but feel regret. He didnโt regret what he did, god no! Heโd die a happy man if it meant he could do this every day, hold you every day, fuck you every day, take care of you every day.
The only thing he regretted was that he couldnโt do this everyday. You were youngโฆ at least 7 six years younger than himselfโฆ probably more. You didnโt want to settle down this early in life, be stuck with some washed up old volleyball player and his kids. He knew that eventually youโd have to leaveโฆ. It didnโt matter how much he wanted to keep youโฆ he couldnโt.
You deserved more.
After he finished, he laid you down in your bed, thinking that just because your eyes were closed that you were asleep.
He turned to leave.
โKou?โ you whispered.
He turned around to see you stared at him, your brows drawn together in confusion. He wasโฆ.leaving?
โItโs okay dollโฆโ He soothed, crouching down to brush his fingers across your forehead.
โStay.โ
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You sighed, admiring the way Koutarouโs broad back muscles flexed as he moved about the kitchen, the morning light illuminating his skin, highlighting the red scratch marks decorating the length of his back.
โHeโll have to find a shirt before the kids get upโฆโ you thought to yourself, for now it was fine though, better than fine if it meant you got to continue ogling the man as he stood in the kitchen preparing saturday pancakes.
You slid off of your barstool, your bare feet walking across the hardwood towards the older man. Your body swaying gently to the sound of frank sinatra playing through the kitchen.
Koutarou chuckled as he felt your gentle frame push up against his back, your cute pudgy arms wrapping around his torso, shamelessly groping at his chest as you pressed kisses against his shoulder blades.
โDance with me Kouโฆโ
Koutarou laughed again
โโm too old to dance Doll.โ
You scoffed.
โYouโre barely 32โฆ.sounds like an excuseโฆโ you teased.
โExcuse?โ Bokuto mused, turning away from the stove, โnever.โ
He rested his hands on your hips, indulging you as the two of you began to slowly waltz around the room.
You hummed, resting your face on Kouโs chest.
He looked down at you and smiled.
You deserved the world, you deserved to have everything you could ever wish for, you deserved to have kids that loved you, you deserved a husband that adored you, you deserved everything.
As Koutarou stared down at you, he sworeโฆhe would give you everything you deserved.
Donโt be shy bestieโฆ. Tell me how you liked it ;)โ
