#dilf!haikyuu

[blckbrdlove]

dilf!osamu fucks you in the back room of onigri miya after closing and then drives you home before heading to his own house and ignoring his wife i don’t make the rules.

[strawberriebunn]

adding on to that dilf sakusa and atsumu smut, how about we add a bimbo reader to make it even BETTER

They had been eyeing you the second you moved into the neighborhood. Wondering how you'd look without those barely there clothes you wore, how your tits would look bouncing on both their cocks. Innocently asking you to babysit for them almost every week, it was a lot easier to convince you since you were practically throwing yourself at them both, they didn't even have to persuade you. So they waited until both their kids were out at sleepovers.

Which led to you drooling and babbling sandwiched in between them saying how much you loved their cocks, they were more than happy to indulge you further. I mean how bad could it be if you were asking for it ? Plus when they knocked you up at least their kids would have more kids to play with.

[blckbrdlove]

you’re sitting awkwardly at their dining room table when shinsuke and his wife make their way back into the room.

you smile softly, despite the fact that you definitely heard her yelling at him and calling you every name in the book.

you don’t miss the glare she sends shin’s way when he takes the seat next to you, either.

it’s very awkward, and honestly you’re extremely uncomfortable. you glance over at shin, wincing when you hear his wife let out a huff.

he clears his throat, trying to figure out what to say.

“how often do you intend on letting us have the baby here?”

his wife speaks up, asking what kita would consider to be the worst possible question to start with.

your brows furrow, “oh, well i’m not sure. i haven’t really thought about it, i only just told kita,”

she hums, “you seem to not really think about a lot of things, then,”

you and kita both tense at her words, “aimi,” his tone is firm. a warning.

“i beg your pardon?”

“i mean you slept with my husband, which i’m assuming you didn’t really think about. you got pregnant, which i am assuming you didn’t really think about. i think you should start thinking a little more, is all.”

you don’t even know what to say. the hormones have tears welling in your eyes as you stand up.

“i’m leaving,” you don’t even spare her a glance, looking only at shinsuke as you walk out of the dining room to put your shoes on so you can leave.

“wait,” shin rushes after you, surprised at how fast you can move in your current condition. by the time he reaches you, you’re already to your car.

“hey just wait a secon-“

you cut him off with a glare, “she can be angry all she likes. i understand we did something wrong but she sure as hell can’t speak to me like that. let alone speak to me like that and be around my son,”

he winces at your tone, “i know, and i told her this was a bad idea. she’s still upset but she insisted.”

you’re still glaring, not caring for his explanation, “i do not know when i will be comfortable with the baby being here. i plan on breastfeeding for as long as possible. and honestly, i still don’t know you very well,”

he frowns, “we can get to know each other still, but you have to let me see him,”

your eyes soften, “i would never keep him from you. i just don’t know how to do this.”

he gives you a tight smile and puts his hand on your shoulder, “yeah, me either. but we can figure it out together.”

[blckbrdlove]

Kita, for once in his life, is at a complete and utter loss of what to do as he sits across from you in Onigiri Miya.

you let him sit as he gauges the situation. a total of nearly two hours go by before he even speaks. you answer all of his questions, confirming his thoughts of it being his child you carry, and offering to do a paternity test when the baby is born without him even having to ask. when he asks if you know what you’re having, it’s the first time you look anything but serious and guarded, telling him that you’re having a son. he asks if you tried looking for him, and he catches your hesitate glance in Osamu’s direction, then down at the silver ring on his left finger before you tell him no, you didn’t.

he rationalizes, understanding why you wouldn’t, but tells you that he wishes he’d known. he’d like to have been taking care of you.

he sits and talks to you well past closing time, gracious to Osamu for continuing to feed you as you speak to him. he chest hurts when you tell him you need to go home, you have a busy day tomorrow. he’s shocked when you ask for his number, telling him you have an appointment thursday if he’d like to join you.

he watches as you leave, before leaving himself. Osamu doesn’t press him to talk as he locks the restaurants doors and watches him walk to his truck.

his mind is racing the whole ride home. he thinks of the sonogram photos you showed him of his son. he thinks of all the things he probably should have asked you about you and your life. let’s his mind wander to what it would be like if you moved to the farm to be with him. he thinks of what he has to tell his wife.

it’s nearly two in the morning when he walks inside his house, his wife rushing over. she scolds him for not answering his phone, for being out so late, she was worried sick.

everything she says bleeds together. his ears are ringing. he should wait until tomorrow. he needs to be calm and she needs to be calm. they need to discuss this calmly.

his ears start ringing louder. he can feel his blood rushing. it’s hot. she’s getting louder, demanding an explanation.

“i’m going to be a father.”

[blckbrdlove]

currently thinking about dilf!kita, who has always done what is expected of him his entire life. he found a nice girl and got married a year after graduating high school, takes care of his house and his farm and his wife the way his granny always told him he should.

but when it’s time for a baby, they find out his wife has very very little chance of being able to conceive or carry a baby to term. his wife is distraught so they continue to put money into trying, but are unable to have a child.

so they decide they can be content without children, even though it’s something that has always been apart of Kita’s life plan. they stay married and try to make it work, even if it feels like there’s a gaping hole of something missing, making their marriage extremely strained.

he’s not exactly unhappy, but he wouldn’t say he’s particularly content either. but he never lets it show. just continues smiling and painting a pretty picture.

until one night, when he decides to stay late after dropping off a load of rice with Osamu. they go out to drinking. and somewhere in the middle of listening to Osamu complaining about his own wife and the temptation he has working the cash register at his restaurant, Shinsuke’s eyes find your frame from across the room.

you had on a black tank top that showed so much cleavage it couldn’t have ever been considered decent, and jeans that hugged your hips and ass in all the right places. he must’ve been staring harder than he meant to, because next thing he knows, your eyes make contact with his own.

he isn’t sure who moved to the other first. certainly he didn’t just blow Osamu completely off to go talk to you (he did). surely he didn’t rudely pull you away from your friends (he did).

the whole situation was very unlike him. he’d never felt his heart race the way it had when he spoke to you. the way you looked up at him and grinned so brightly, not a sense of mistrust in your eyes as you spoke. it almost made him feel slightly disgusted with himself, when he realized how young you were compared to him, but he doesn’t dwell on it too long.

he does know for a fact, he kissed you first. you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, but he made the first move.

and he followed you like a dog all the way back to your little apartment that was overflowing with plants and books and art. he didn’t give himself enough time to look around, pinning you quickly to the door and putting his mouth back on yours. you tasted sweet. like cherries or oranges or something that he doesn’t quite remember.

he’d done things with you he’d never done in his life. the sex wasn’t ever particularly kinky, it was just so different. you let him fuck your throat and cum on your face before sitting on his.

he also doesn’t think he’s ever had stamina quite like he did that night. he fucked you on your kitchen counter, sofa, hallway floor, bed, and your shower before he was finally spent and cumming dry.

he slept next to you that night and let you kiss him before he left. he’s sure Osamu can guess what happened, but he doesn’t say anything.

and he never speaks of the situation to anyone. lets the guilt sit at the bottom of his stomach when he gets home to his wife. he stops engaging with her sexually, having a difficult time staying hard at the thought of you. the way you moaned and groaned while he fucked you cemented in his brain.

and she just takes it silently. not showing how affected she really is.

and Kita slowly moves on. he doesn’t see you, so the thoughts of you are able to be just that, thoughts.

until now. almost seven months later. he sees you when he walks into Onigiri Miya to deliver Osamu his latest shipment, and his heart stops.

you don’t see him yet, too busy looking over the menu to even notice him there. when you do turn towards him, his blood goes cold and heat creeps up his neck.

you’re pregnant. very pregnant.

[blckbrdlove]

this is a (sort of) follow up to my dilf!haikyuu agenda.

how do we feel about a different reader for all the dilf’s but it’s all sort of set in the same universe?

like for instance if i wrote something for dilf!samu it would reference dilf!suna’s reader?? but she would only be, like referenced not actually in dilf!samu’s fic.

does that make sense? let me know your thoughts! not every fic would reference a different dilf’s reader either!