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blckbrdlove · 2 years

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and i know that she’s capable of anything, it’s riveting

pairing: (dilf) suna rintarou x reader

genre: smutish (def probably not as smutty as you guys want it to be://) with plot

notes: the (very) long awaited part two of my original dilf suna fic. i deeply, deeply apologize for the wait on getting not only this out, but my other promised works as well. the end of the semester really caught up to me in a not good way and then after i got that out of the way i found out i was suffering from a pretty bad kidney infection which i am just starting to recover from as of last week and it has been very hard for me to do much of anything during my recovery. i also fell into a sort of hard depression the past month or so due to everything that happened with school and then being stuck at home due to my infection. i am very, very sorry for all the delays and constant push backs regarding my work. i am really trying to do and be better. this part was also left with an open ending. i hope everyone enjoys! as always, any and all feedback is so appreciated! title credits: in the night by the weeknd

warnings: MINORS DNI, cheating (obvi), reader is a manipulative bitch lmao, she’s kinda mean?, spit as lube, a smidge of breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, the men in this fic are scumbags, literal scum bags, implied marathon sex, children, mentions of children, i think reader would be a total milf in another life tbh, implied osamu x reader and atsumu x reader?, unedited

word count: 3k

part one

To say you had been surprised when Rintarou had called you the following morning to tell you that Hana hadn’t taken the news well was an understatement. Honestly, you couldn’t believe he had told her, let alone actually even asked her for the divorce.

What was even more surprising was you receiving a text from her right after that phone call, asking if you could work some extra hours this weekend because she was going to her parents for a family emergency.

Yeah, a family emergency all right.

With a smirk, you responded telling her that you would be happy to help out extra this weekend. To rub salt in the wound, you even asked if you needed to stay at their house this weekend, just in case Rintarou needed some help through the night.

She responds with a simple sure.

You quickly dress before packing an overnight bag and head to their home. Maybe it will be your home soon enough.

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Hana looks and feels like shit, to say the least. Rintarou had completely blindsided her last night when he pulled out divorce papers for her to sign, telling her that he was already in the position to have full custody of the boys as he would be keeping the house.

Her hair is unbrushed, deep purple bags are under her eyes, and a deep frown is on her face as she tries to hold back tears of frustration as her three year old son screams his head off in her arms.

Rin had an early practice and didn’t bother listening to her whine as he got their seven and five year old dressed to take them with him since Friday is typically a shorter day for his team. He’d told her you would be there around eight thirty and for her to be gone by the time he got home before leaving.

And as if she couldn’t feel worse about her situation, about herself, you walk in with your perfect, young self. You look fairly simple today, surprisingly, with an oversized university crewneck and some short athletic shorts on. No makeup is on your face, causing her to note your perfect skin, as you take in the predicament your walking into.

Her son’s wails turn into lighter sniffles when his wide eyes find yours, instantly reaching for you. And you hesitantly reach for him, taking him from her. Her frustration grows as she watches you wipe his wet cheeks before he nuzzles his face into your neck, little hands clinging to your shirt as you rub his back to calm him down.

An indescribable feeling rising in her body as she watches the small boy find more comfort in you than he ever did her.

When the boy is finally calmed down, Hana finally speaks up, “Um, so I’m going to my mothers. I’ll be gone until Tuesday evening, as long as you don’t mind staying until then. And we have the birthday party next Friday, so you’ll be watching a few extra kids that day.”

You smile, a snarky looking smile, but Hana brushes it off, “Rintarou actually called me after we spoke this morning and told me all of this! Thank you for the reminder, though!”

She gives a soft nod, “Of course he already told you, he told me he would. I apologize I’m just really concerned with my mother.”

You give her the most empathetic look you can muster, “Of course! I completely understand. Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

Her eyes study you, and for the first time since she hired you, she feels a deep insincerity lacing your voice. There’s something in your eyes she’s never seen. Something that makes her nervous.

“No, I, uh, don’t think so? Unless you want to get decorations for the birthday party?”

“Absolutely! Don’t you even worry about a thing!”

Oddly enough, she never had an inkling of worry over you until this conversation. Never had to worry about you being alone in her home with her husband and children. Now, she feels a deep sense of dread, and it’s filling her whole body.

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When Rin walks into the house later that afternoon, he searches for you while carrying the sleeping five year old boy, the seven year old passed out in the back seat. Both boys exhausted from being with dad all day.

He makes his way to the living room after getting both boys situated in their beds, finding you. Lips are pursed and glasses on, one had rubbing his youngest’s back as he snores lightly with his face still smushed up against your neck, the other hand holding a book that he knows you’ve been trying to finish for the past couple of days.

Making his way over, he steps lightly so he doesn’t startle you or wake the sleeping boy. You smile brightly at him as he kisses you lightly before attempting to take the sleeping from your arms to go lay him down. The little dark haired boy is stubborn, though, and struggles against his dad before slumping against him. Rin walks him to his room, laying him in the “big boy” bed you’d picked out for him after the boy insisted you be the one to tell daddy he needed a new bed.

After settling the boy, he makes his way back to the living room, plopping down next to you. Setting your book to the side, you throw your arms around his waist. Before either of you can say or do anything, his phone starts reading. He doesn’t have to look at it to know it’s Hana, probably calling to attempt to guilt him so more.

You climb into his lap before he can think about answering, straddling him as soft lips trail up and down the column of his neck to his jaw. His eyes close as he throws his head back, a low fuck leaves his mouth as you begin griding your lace covered cunt against his growing erection.

His head is still thrown back as he lifts the phone to his ear, “What, Hana?”

He did not just answer that bitch’s phone call while you’re grinding on him, you think to yourself as you pull away from his neck. Eyes meeting his as you dare him to finish the conversation while your hands creep down towards the string of his sweatpants.

“Hana, there isn’t anything to talk about,” His eyes don’t move from yours, raising his eyebrows in a daring way.

You wonder if he expects you to back off, which he’s sadly mistaken if he thinks you will. You reach your hand in and pull his cock out, not even bothering with pulling the gray material down.

You spit into your palm and bring it to his hard cock; a deep groan leaves his mouth causing you smirk as you hear Hana’s panicked voice on the phone.

“Hana just take a couple of days,” You tune out the rest of his sentence, no longer caring for what he has to say to her as you grab his hand from your waist and stick his middle and ring fingers into your mouth deep enough to have you gagging around them.

Your hand continues to jerk his cock as you suck his fingers, biting down on his knuckles anytime her name leaves his mouth. After finally having enough, you halt your sucking as you bring his fingers out of your mouth.

Suna almost whines as your halt your ministrations on his cock to pull your panties to the side, guiding his spit laced hand to your sopping cunt and pushing them in to the knuckle.

His breath is stuttering as you hand his hand in place by his wrist and slowly move yourself up and down on his fingers, low moans leaving your mouth as he stops listening to whatever Hana is saying as he watches you.

He lets you think you’re in control for a few more minutes, lets you fuck yourself on his fingers and neglect his cock as you whine and whimper just loud enough to where you both know his wife can hear, he lets you go up and down and cream all over his hand as your cunt tightens on his fingers before he finally has enough.

“Hana I have to go, the boys need dinner,” He hangs up before she can say anything else, throws his phone to the floor and grabs you by the nape of your neck and rips you off of him.

In your, now ruined, orgasmic haze, he grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your front. A hard chest pushes you into the couch as he collapses on top of you.

“You think you’re fucking funny?” He doesn’t bother letting you reply as he pulls his sweats down to his thighs and grips your panties to pull them over your left ass cheek. His free hand finds your hair again and he pulls it until he’s got you in the arching position he likes oh so much.

“You’re a bad girl, pretty,” His words ghost your ear, sending shivers up your spine as you feel the head of his cock pushes its way inside you.

No matter how many times you take it, it’s always a bit of a stretch for your poor cunt, but God, he is so obsessed with the way you tense up and whine about how hurts daddy and the way the little slow downs leave your mouth.

His pelvis hit your ass sooner than your ready for, and the breath leaves your lungs because as quick as he’s in, he’s pulling out and thrusting back in roughly.

He watches as your ass ripples against his harsh thrusts as he all but uses your body for his own pleasure. He knows you like it though. You like it when he manhandles and uses you, you fucking get off to it.

The grip he has on your hair tightens as he pulls you closer to him. Your moans get louder and louder along with the wet sounds of his body roughly thrusting into yours as the mix of your juices, spit, and he precum make a mess out of the both of you.

You can feel it sticking and running down your thighs as he thrust, feel it drip beneath you and onto the couch.

“So fucking messy,” He grunts out as his pace becomes more rapid, hips hitting your ass at a faster pace as he tries to fuck himself deeper and deeper and deeper. As if he’s trying to fuck his cum straight into your womb.

Your hand wretches it’s way in between your body and the couch so your fingers can rub at your clit, hurdling your body into orgasm as his pace gets sloppier.

The clenching of your cunt around his cock has his balls tightening up, and now that he knows you’ve finished he keeps fucking you through your orgasm and straight into his own, his tip hitting your cervix as warmth floods your body and he paints the walls of your cunt white.

He pulls out just to lift your hip before you can recover and watch as his cum seeps out of you and onto the gray couch.

A huff leaves his lips, “You’re so fucking wasteful,” and his fingers are inside you, fucking his cum back into you as he ignores your whines and whimpers of overstimulation.

“But don’t you worry, pretty,” Your eyes catch his over your shoulder as you look up and his with pleading eyes, “We have all weekend to get you stuffed full.”

The devious grin you flash him has his cock already stirring back to life as he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.

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Friday came before anyone knew it, and Hana had never expected things to go the way they are.

As if it wasn’t bad enough coming home to you being there next to her soon to be ex-husband on the couch a little too close for her own comfort, but now she’s having to suffer through not only her own children’s blatant favoritism, but his too apparently.

She watches the way he watches you, wondering how she didn’t see it before. But she does now, and embarrassment fills her as he does this in the middle of their sons sixth birthday party not only in front of their friends, but their families as well.

Per usual, her three year old is clinging to you. Unintentionally furthering her embarrassment when he refuses to be passed over to her so you could go outside and watch the older kids in the pool so the adults in the house could catch up. You’d tried laughing him off, continuing to hand him over. His little grip tight on your dress, though, and he pulls the neckline of your dress with him.

An embarrassed laugh leaves you as your lightly grip his little wrist and pull him back towards you so you can get your dress out of little. Atsumu catches your eye, though his are glued the half of your beast that he can see as you pull the dress back into place.

Finally, you look back at Hana’s frowning face. Giving her a sympathetic smile before insisting that you can just take him swimming with you, no big deal!

Her confused face must’ve caught Rintarou’s eye because he speaks up, “We’ve been teaching him a little the past few weeks. He doesn’t do much but kick a little, since he still freaks himself out when she isn’t holding him,” a light laugh leaves him at the little jab he manages to throw in there.

Her unasked question dies in her throat, the hurt look on her face has her mother speaking up as well, “Well isn’t that all the more reason for Hana to take him, then? The girl can’t watch the other kids by herself with him clinging to her like that.”

The bite in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the kitchen, the way she spits out the word girl instead of your name as if you’ve done something personally to her, and before you can speak up and insist that you’ll be fine, Rin gets up from his spot by his friends. Yellow eyes slitting as he glares at his mother in law, “I’ll go out and help her, since his mother apparently can’t.”

Hana’s whole body tenses as she watches him grab your free arm to pull you outside with him. Osamu’s wife scoffing at his blatant disrespect towards his own wife, but as Hana looks at her sister in law, she wishes the ground would swallow her whole at the judgmental look on her face.

Osamu clears his throat before saying he should probably go outside and keep an eye on his own boys.

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Osamu sits next to Rintarou on a lounge chair, watching with curiosity as he eyes you. The white bikini makes your body look incredible, and Rintarou feels his cock try to come to life as he watches you mother his son, keeping the small boy at arm’s length so he can “swim”.

“I’m sure you’ve heard, but I’m filing for divorce,” Rin breaks the silence, but doesn’t move his gaze from you.

Osamu nods, “Yeah, the wife told me Hana told her something about that. Been waiting on you to bring it up,”

Suna shrugs. “Nothing really to bring up, Hana just isn’t good to me or the boys anymore. Not like she is,” Tilting his head towards you for reference, though he’s fairly certain everyone has caught on by now.

Osamu can’t say he was surprised when he learned Rin has been having an affair. He was, however, shocked, to find out his affair has been with you.

Not that there is anything wrong with you! Actually, Osamu can’t really even blame him. You’re stunning; and the fact that the white of the swimsuit makes your skin glow a certain way doesn’t even help Osamu come up with the words to describe how alluring you look in the water.

Osamu can’t lie that his own eyes linger on the curve of your breasts that are nearly spilling out of the sting bikini top. You removed the padding from it, and he can tell by the way your nipples poke out through the thin fabric.

He wonders if Hana knows, but she probably doesn’t. His own wife would know, and she would tell Osamu what a terrible guy Rin has become. And maybe Rin has become a terrible guy, but fuck, who is Osamu to judge really? His eyes are practically glued to the girl’s ass he hired to be a cashier at the restaurant, not that he’d ever act on it, or at least he thinks he wouldn’t.

The longer his gaze lingers on you, the more his mind lingers on if he were in Rin’s position if he would do the same thing. He probably would. He can barely get hard with his wife anymore, she’s become an irritation to him, almost like a bug he wants to sweep out of his house. Maybe one day he’ll get the balls to do it.

Feeling eyes on you, you turn your gaze from the toddler to your left, seeing the two men’s eyes on you. Atsumu is lingering not too far behind them with his shirt off.

God, all men really are the same. It’s so fucking pathetic, really, but you can’t deny how good it makes you feel. Behind your sunglasses, your own eyes go from Rin to Atsumu and the to Osamu. A feeling fills you to your bones, you feel compelling. You feel dominate.

Rintarou may think he’s in charge because you let him top in the bedroom, but he has no fucking idea what, or who, he’s dealing with.

Besides, who wants just one hot dad, when you can have three?

#dilf!suna #dilf suna #fucking finally lol #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna smut #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro imagine #tw: cheating #tw: children #tw: breeding #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #he could use me however hed like tbh #love him💕#dilf haikyuu #long long long overdue

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lqfiles · 4 months

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✰ dating na jaemin.

you become his responsibility.

jaemin loves to take care of those he adores, so getting into a relationship with him means that he would do anything for you, literally. you could randomly throw in how you ran out of a perfume you liked and wake up the next morning to a package of the exact same brand, a small note from jaemin attached to it saying he “coincidentally saw it”. he is the type to pull out your chair for you before you could even get near it, and wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing his seat for you if there were none left. he would never let you open the door yourself, instead rushing ahead and pulling it open so you can get in first. the type to tug you closer to prevent anyone from bumping into you. jaemin loves to shower you with acts of service to show you how much he appreciates you.

long phone calls are a MUST.

whenever he has the opportunity to, jaemin doesn’t think twice before dialing your number and calling you. his schedule could be booked and busy, yet he would find a gap somewhere in between it where he could quickly call you, just to tell you he misses you. he anticipates these phone calls, perhaps they’re the highlight of his day. he can’t go a day without at least one call, even if it’s short. they could be the most useless calls, the ones where you just ramble about how you saw some pretty scenery on your way back home, and jaemin would listen to you with a small smile present on his face. the calls could last for hours as he refuses to hang up yet, begging you to stay on the line just for a few more minutes. jaemin enjoys hearing your voice, which is why he always makes sure to call you before he goes to sleep, putting your voice on speaker while he slowly dozes off.

endearingly jealous jaemin.

you would barely be able to tell that jaemin is feeling jealous, it’s almost too unnoticeable. jaemin tries to not get jealous because he doesn’t want to come off as a typical ‘possessive’ and ‘insecure’ boyfriend. still, you’re able to pick up on the force in his smile and his short tense responses. jaemin would reassure you that he is alright, because admitting to being jealous is much more embarrassing to him. it would take a lot of pestering to get him to admit to being jealous, especially if the jealousy formed over something really small such as your friends interacting with you. he’d have a sheepish smile on his face as he tells you that perhaps he felt a bit jealous seeing you get complimented by your other friends, sulking about how he should be the only one who can tell you you’re beautiful. jaemin tends to get jealous over harmless things, but it only reassures you how much he truly likes you (preferably all to himself)

how he asked you out.

it would take jaemin quite a while to admit to himself that he likes you. it’s simply because jaemin is picky with his ideal types and wants to take his time to discover whether the person he plans on pursuing truly fits him like he wants them to. once jaemin assures himself that you’re the one, he’d dwell on how to ask you out. a part of him would want to make it something big, a moment neither of you will forget, and another side of him wants to be casual about it, instead keeping it simple yet sweet. jaemin would opt to go with the fancier route and ask you out to dinner with him. he’d pay for all your meals, compliment you the whole night, and hold your hand while the two of you are walking outside. he’d tug you to the side where it’s just the two of you before admitting his feelings to you in a heartfelt confession. he’d tell you that there is no rush, and how you don’t need to accept it if you don’t reciprocate his feelings (even if that would crush his heart). no worries though, because you’re more than willing to reciprocate those feelings of his and officially becomes his significant other.

kisses.

kissing jaemin would be the epitome of romance. the tingling sensation that travels through your body as he’d place his hand on your jaw, tilting your head to look him right in the eye makes you grow weak. he’d lean in slowly, searching your face for any discomfort and hoping to see the green lights in your eyes. “is this okay?” he’d whisper under his breath, yet you can hear him perfectly. jaemin would wait for you to respond back with words, waiting for consent. and as you give it to him, he slowly craves in and place his lips on yours. the kiss is soft and slow, and you can feel the love emitting into the air. it almost feels like fireworks are exploding in the air as your lips move in synch. kissing jaemin feels like time slows down and it’s just the two of you. you’re not sure how long your lips have been attached for, and you don’t really care either.

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