younger!nanami who has only spent 3 years in the corporate world and already wants to quit and move to the countryside to open a quaint bakery, despite knowing that he definetely doesn't have the funds.
older!reader who is the ceo of her company with too much money and needs someone to spend it on so she registers herself on a sugarmommy website.
of course, that isn't how they stumble across eachother, nanami isn't that desperate.
but maybe reader's dreams of having a sweet house husband to keep for herself in her mansion might be fulfilled by her blonde haired employee who she sees at the bar far too often...
nerd!reader and nerdjo who both have braces and glasses so every makeout session has a break for them to argue about who is taking off their glasses this time and ends with atleast one cut on the other's lips because they made out too hard.
nerdy stalkers reader and satoru whose favourite obsession is alt!suguru.
who would've thought, the two nerds who sat in the back of class had a plain, unsuspecting black journal dedicated to secret photos of alt!suguru plastered all over with all the dirty, filthy things they wanted him to do them scribbled inside.
sure, some of the pages are sticky, but when they get together in satoru's overly decorated dorm at night and have some fun thinking about their muse... they just can't help it!!!
but.. what happens when silly, stupid satoru forgets the book on his table during their english lecture.
the english lecture that they share with suguru...
summary: your new neighbour is a hot, sexy... dilf?
a/n: its finally here!!!! im so so soooo sorry i had to keep you guys waiting for so long, i hope you know i absolutely adore and love all of my mutuals. lmk if you like the fic and also my new blog! i genuinely love every single person who encouraged me to write, this one's for you guys <3
to @mikasaackerman728 , @hiswhitehair , @stairstothe7th a tag because you asked <3
the first time you saw ‘the hot dad next door’, you didn't know he was a dad at all. he looked young, maybe a few years older than you, not that you would have minded if he was any older. he was carrying different boxes into the house right opposite to yours, a friend by his side.
he had messy hair and blue glasses, a plain, cream colored sweater rested across his shoulder, and he looked, for lack of a better word, extremely fucking broad.
you were instantly drawn in, he was exactly your type. you knew you had to find out more about him. So, you decided to be a nice neighbour and bake him a box of cookies. you searched for a good recipe to follow, spending the afternoon scooping sugar and kneading dough.
as the cookies cooled on your counter, you decided to dress up. well, it was more changing out of your messy pajamas and putting on a bit of perfume, but you called that enough.
you knocked on his door early in the evening, smoothing down your shirt with one hand as you clutched the tupperware box in the other. you were expecting him to open the door, so when a little girl with light brown pigtails and blue eyes opened the door, it was safe to say you were shocked.
“hello, is that the pizza?” , the little girl asked, glancing up at the box in your hand. “oh sweetheart, i’m sorry, no- uhm, is your dad ho-”, you were interrupted by a figure stepping into the hallway by the door. “who is it- oh hi!”, his cheery voice called out as you glanced up, looking at his looming figure.
he was wearing a different shirt now, more casual, comfortable. he gave you a questioning tilt of his head as he scooped up his daughter—or the sweet little girl you assumed was his daughter—into his arms. “right! sorry, i’m your neighbour. i noticed you moving in this morning and i thought i’d introduce myself with a few cookies!” , you held out the bowl to him, plastering a sweet smile across your face.
“oh, thank you! that’s nice of you. my name’s charlie, and you?” “oh, i’m Y/N-”
“dad, can i have some now?” ,the little girl reached out for the bowl of cookies in her dad’s hands. “think you can put a few on a plate yourself, sweetheart? i’ll finish talking to our new neighbour here.” the girl nodded, and charlie placed her gently on the ground, handing her the box of cookies, watching fondly as she padded down the main hallway and further into the house.
“your daughter’s cute” , you commented and he chuckled. “yeah, she’s the sweetest. it’s been just us for a while now, so i cherish her to death”. oh? “what about her mother?” , fuck. “s-sorry, honestly, i didn’t mean to prod at your personal life, i-”
“it's totally fine! its a common question, really!” “still, i let it slip and if you dont wanna answer-”
“its all good! we.. separated, uhm- a few years ago when she was still a baby. i’ve had her with me since, but she visits her mom on the weekends.” “that’s nice, she really is sweet, looks just like you too.”
“hopefully that's a compliment!” , he joked.
“oh trust me, it is.” , you didn’t.
the both of you chuckled, his hand moved to the doorframe, and he had no right to look that good while doing it. the prominent muscles in his forearms flexed as he lent against it, he looked so casual and it was making you drool. he was nice and funny and kind and hot.
“i’ll uh, i’ll see you around!” , you said,pointing over your shoulder to your house. “I live right by there, feel free to pop by if you need anything.”
“yeah, ‘course. it was nice meeting you.” “you too.”
the house was quiet, eerily so, as charlie stepped in. he was still in his suit, pressed and stained with the scent of the cheap coffee at his office. he had to wear it today, something about an important meeting he told you about over the phone. you weren’t listening, too busy imagining the sight that was charlie in a suit.
and now you were finally going to be able to see just what you had been imagining all day.
charlie toed off his tight black loafers by your door, letting his bag fall from his shoulder next to the hall closet as he stepped further into the threshold of your home. he’d expected you to be sitting on the couch with a show on, or in the kitchen grabbing a late night snack, but you weren’t.
he loosened his tie as he cautiously stepped up the stairs, cringing slightly when he stepped over one of the creakier stairs. now, he was curious. if you weren’t downstairs, you had to be upstairs in your bedroom. you were probably asleep, work had run a bit late, right
a soft noise pierced through the sound of his feet padding against the material of your floors. it was muffled but loud enough for him to hear it from the landing of your stairs just by your room. the door was cracked open, ever so slightly, creaking as he pushed it open.
there you were, spread out against your bed. sheets wrinkled and blankets messily sprawled out beneath your bare body. he leant against the doorframe, eyes fixated where your fingers worked against your core. your free hand came up to gently muffle the noises slipping out of your mouth.
tugged his tie lower and unbuttoned the first few button of his clean, white dress shirt. you only noticed his presence when he walked further into the room, looming over you from the foot of the bed.
“ch-charlie”, your glossy eyes raked over his body, taking him in. a dark black blazer rested across his broad shoulders, still as wide as the first day you saw him. you watched as he tugged it off, the white shirt below enhanced all the muscles in his arms. “now, now don’t stop? i was enjoying the show.”, your fingers flew back to your core, rubbing against your clit fervorously.
his dress pants tightened around his waist as he filled them out. his hands, god those hands, finally pulled off his tie and he tossed it aside along with his shirt. you watched in awe as he climbed up the bed, dark eyes dragging over your body like he would never see it again, like he was trying to memorise every part of you.
you barely noticed him tugging off his belt with his other hand, letting it fall to the floor as he leaned down and pulled you into a kiss. “what’s the occasion baby?”, he hummed, lips trailing down to place messy kisses along your neck, leaving marks in his wake. “i’m free this weekend too, neither of us have any work to do. mh, thought we’d start the weekend with a, uh- bang.”, he chuckled gently into you. “that so, baby?”
he pulled away gently, tugging off the rest of his clothes before diving back into kissing you, letting himself roam over the tops of your breasts. your back arching off the mattress as his tongue worked expertly against your nipples, circling them before taking them into the warm suction of his mouth.
“mmph, daddy, fuck that feels good”, well that was new for the both of you. charlie glanced up at you through hooded eyelids, your own fluttering and lips parted slightly to let out those sinful noises. he tugged your fingers away from your core, grabbing your hips and gently letting you grind against his thigh, that angle was just right. you had completely given up on trying to muffle yourself, letting moans slip out and echo against the warm walls of your bedroom.
“yeah baby? like when daddy helps you out, huh?” ,he whispered in a low voice. you whimpered out a small yes, words bracketed by moans and whimpers. god, he was loving this,
he felt your hands grab gently onto locks of his hair and tug. “i want more”, you said, dragging him back up to your lips. “yeah sweetheart?”, one hand held himself up beside your hand and the other came down to pump himself. he groaned quietly into your neck and circled your entrance with his tip. “d-don’t tease daddy, please?” .
“why would i do that, baby? you were playing with yourself without daddy’s permission, i really should punish you.” “n-no, please daddy, i-i really didn’t mean to- please”, your voice sounded broken and he could feel his facade crack as he looked up into your watery eyes. “d-daddy, i promise i- agh!”, he cut off your rambling with a harsh push of himself inside your walls. he let himself revel in the feeling for just a moment, you were warm, softly pulsing around you, coating his cock with a layer of slick. “ what was that, baby?”, he asked mockingly, words punctuated with soft thrusts. “i- mmh- i won’t do it again, please, need more! please, i promise- hng- fuck!”
“not without daddy’s permission? you’ll ask like a good girl, yeah?”
“yeah, yeah! i’ll be a good girl for you daddy, please let me cum- ha- please!”, he watched you fall apart beneath him. hand moving from your hips down to grab your thighs, pushing them into your chest in one easy movement. the new angle made him feel even deeper and you swore you could feel him bruise your cervix. your fingers slipped down to rub at your clit, motons slippery and soaking your fingers gently.
“d-daddy, ‘m close. please- let me cum- mmph!” , he cut off your moans with a kiss. “cum for me, sweetheart.”
as if his words set off a trigger, the band inside of you snapped. your whole body relaxing before your body burned with white, hot pleasure. he followed soon after, sweet moans filling your ears as he filled you with his cum. with a few final thrusts he finished riding out your high, letting your thighs fall back to bracketing his body as he held himself above you with shaky arms.
he let himself collapse beside you after a moment, dragging you to snuggle into his chest gently. strong arms held you close and your sweaty bodies practically melted into each other in exhaustion. just as your eyes fell shut, his voice pierced through the comfortable silence between the both of you.
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