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Supportive!Iwa pt 3 because I just came from a great pole class ✌️

Iwa who tags along to one of your classes and is a little flustered when he walks in and everyone is dressed quite comfortably in underwear and booty shorts. He’s nervous about making any of the other women feel uncomfortable, but they all smile at him and wave (you told all your pole girls about him and they’re determined to make sure he has a wonderful class). Curiously follows along as you undress to just some boy shorts and a tank top, wash your hands with dawn soap, and apply your grip to your hands, inner arms, thighs, knees, shins, and feet. Who is fascinated by the pole-assisted stretches, the light core conditioning, and how attentive the teachers are to accommodate for any injuries. Who watches every move demonstrated closely, asking for a break down of the movements. Who has most of the muscles to do the moves, but whose skin isn’t tough enough and he nearly taps out over just the warm up fan kicks. Who can barely stop himself from swearing the first time he tries climbing the pole, and fails, only to watches in awe as you calmly ascend and simply sit, legs tucked neatly. Who finds himself totally gassed only 30 minutes in, his arms and fingers shaking. Who’s a little embarrassed, but pleased when he successfully completes an ugly fireman’s spin and all the girls in the class erupt into loud cheering. Who finds himself talking to the nearby girls, who give him tips about his grip, balance, and momentum. Who watches you twirl around gorgeously with some of the other girls, laughing and encouraging each other. Who leaves class feeling thoroughly worked, but immensely proud of you and all the skill you’ve accumulated. Who goes back home with you, makes you a delicious meal, and reminds himself to make a batch of the old protein muffins he made in college for himself, so you have a nutritious little post-class snack.

Omg the fact that you do pole classes is amazing and so very sexy because your core muscles must be insanely developed??? And I'm v jealous 😭😭 Iwa at a pole class though is so CUTE and adorable like he's sweating and swearing and very red-faced, but he tries so hard!!!!

And the bit about him making food foor after wahhhh please he would?! You know he started bringing them to the class too for you to share with all your friends and! He just!! He's the best!!!

trapping him inside when he promised to pull out. his hips stuttering, moaning "oh god, baby, baby fuck- let me out. m'gonna cum" but you just tighten your legs around his waist, push your pelvis up further to meet his, keep him locked inside so he can only grind and roll his hips in tiny circles, can't get any further. gripping the sheets on either side of you as his eyes roll back and his balls start to empty the first load; right into your warm pussy. "god you fuckin' little brat- fine. take my cum, fucking take it. gonna g've it to youuu- fuck- s-stop milking me, 'm gonna get hard again you bitch-"

meet ugly with iwaizumi hajime athletic trainer where you’re catering the dessert table at the Olympic Training Center's End of Year Celebration. You’re covered up to your elbows in swiss meringue buttercream, iwaizumi is wrangling two drunk volleyball players about to vomit all over him, and there’s only one available bathroom left to use.

your eyes and his meet from either end of the hallway - he can clearly see you're covered in buttercream and you can clearly see two gigantic men being wrangled like puppies by the backs of their shirts, both slurring happily about how much they love volleyball and how much they love each other, bro.

in the center of the hallway, equidistant from either one of you, is the door to the only unoccupied sink on the first floor of the building.

of all the men in the world you would normally be willing to pick a fight with, a surly looking athletic trained with flexing biceps is not the first one you would choose to tangle with. but between your mixer dying on you, the two previous batches of buttercream that split on you, and the gigantic celebration cakes for the team, staff and the social media team still waiting to be frosted, you're willing to take your chances.

"hey!" he barks in shock, as soon as he realizes you're booking it to the door. Atsumu and Bokuto make alarmingly queasy sounds when he starts running in earnest to get to the door before you. "hey, stop! seriously?"

bokuto squawks, when Iwaizumi bodily swings his limp body across the threshold of the door, eyes narrowed at your buttercreamed hand just beginning to pull the door handle.

"pardon me," he says, low and deadly serious. "but i have two sick idiots about to blow chunks all over the walls."

"i have buttercream in my hair," you huff, eyes narrowed. "and three unfinished cakes waiting for me. i get you're in some sucky shit, but work trumps pukey people."

"urgh, iwa-san," atsumu mutters, strained, his forehead beading with sweat. "i think i'm gonna be sick."

"hold it in, you little bastard!" iwazumi barks, before turning back to you. "come on, can't you just wait 10 minutes?"

"i'm already running behind on my cooling and setting schedule," you snap back. "and i'll literally be done within in, like, two minutes!"

bokuto groans, hands coming up to hold his belly. "oh, man. i don't think i can wait two."

iwaizumi gives you a sharp look. "you want shit and puke on the carpets?"

"you want to fuck with my job?"

"i don't give a damn if your cakes come out late!" he snarls. "frankly, it sounds like you have bad time management skills."

"and you sound like you can eat my ass!"

at that moment, atsumu lurches forward, hand slapping over his face as he shoves past the two of you and steps over bokuto. before the door even closes, you can already the retching sounds of him vomiting into a toilet.

"oh shit, i'm gonna shit myself," bokuto mutters, pushing up onto his hands and knees, drunkenly crawling on all fours as he pushes open the door.

"oi! bokuto, at least stand up!" iwaizumi shouts, only to get a vaguely panicked "no way, man, it's about to come out!"

Iwaizumi gives up, rubbing his forehead and counting slow breaths, almost as if he's completely dismissed the fact that you're even there.

spite is like acid on the back of your tongue.

fine. fine. you're not unwilling to recognize when you've been defeated. but this is not how you go out against this guy.

I have such a weakness for dilfs so dilf!Osamu pt II—

dilf!Osamu who feels like he's a horny teenager all over again with his cute, younger, and horny girlfriend. Who can barely manage to keep your hands off of him, and who's constantly half-hard because you're always begging for him to put his dick down your throat. Who's so deliriously dizzy with desire when you come from the bed, shamelessly naked, and rub all of your satiny skin all of his dad bod (he's a little self-conscious about his weight, but you're always just salivating for him). Who is constantly undressing you with his eyes, dick perking up with interest whenever he watches your ass as you walk past him. Who finds himself terribly distracted at work, because you sat on his dick before he left for work and now he knows his dick smells like your pussy. Who spends every evening coming back from work shoving you down onto the bed and desperately eating your pussy, because he hasn't stopped thinking about it all day. Who affectionately kisses your swollen pussy lips, fondling them, and relishing the quiet noises you make.

Who spends that first week fucking you like his life depends on it, so he knows exactly how to make you squeal and wail. Exploits each of your weaknesses mercilessly, an entire fucking menace. Who holds you down and to his face with those big and thick arms when he's eating you out, overstimulating you until you're shrieking, sobbing, and drooling. Who loves it when you call him Daddy, and when you look at him adoringly with hearts in your eyes. Who calls you his baby, and sometimes imagines what it would be like if he really was your child's Daddy.

Who sometimes forgets what a menace you can be, too, because you're usually so horny and eager, but quite submissive in bed.

Who makes a noise like he's had the breath knocked right out of his belly when you snake your hand between your bodies and scratch at his belly. His orgasm feels like a fucking explosion and he babbles frantically as his just starts rutting you like he's a fucking dog until he's milked dry.

Who's lecturing you about responsibility only to be cut off when you decide to be a brat and sit on his dick raw for the first time, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Who has to snag your hip and can barely manage to say anything more than, "holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK" at the wet squeeze and suck of your pussy. He's lobster red from his hairline down to his chest, chest heaving like he can't breathe, his toes curling, wrapping a finger tightly at the base of his dick and praying that he can stop himself from coming. "You can't do this shit to me, you little brat," he wheezes, dick pulsing urgently, as you grind down on him, your pussy squelching obscenely. "I'm not as young as I used to be. I'll—ughhh, oh fuckk—I'll nut before—nnnh, this fucking pussy, yes—! I mean to!"

Who can only hold on for dear life as you ride him to orgasm after orgasm, begging him to hold on so that his baby girl can cum, because isn't baby girl good? Osamu forgets how vicious that mouth of yours can be. Because you're saying all the right things that are gonna have him creaming all up inside you like he's just a horny teenager. Hasn't his baby been so good, you plead. Baby climbed up on Daddy's dick, rode him so hard that the headboard has been knocking against the wall, isn't she making Daddy feel good? Won't Daddy reward baby with his nut inside her raw pussy? Daddy's gonna be with you forever, so what difference does it make anyways? C'mon Daddy, give her your nut, you're so big and virile—

"You fucking brat," he wails after you scream and squirt all over him for your fourth orgasm, feeling his balls draw up tighter than they have ever drawn up. "You fucking brat, I'm gonna squirt all up inside of you, I'm gonna get you pregnant—!"

He cums loudly, the bed groaning from the force of his thrusting upwards, his entire body shaking and convulsing. He opens his mouth mindlessly as you begin to sob and squirt all over him, your juices splashing all the way up to his chest and face, his eyes glazed over as he presses his thumb against your clit and starts rubbing viciously.

"Get pregnant, bitch," he slurs, as you bawl on top of him, your juices soaking running down his balls and soaking the bed. "Get pregnant, you little brat, you beautiful little shit. Gonna get fat with my baby, gonna be with me forever. Fuck! I love you, baby girl, I love you."

You sob that you love him too, collapsing on top of his broad chest and sobbing and shivering through your orgasm. Osamu grins, pussydrunk and sexed out of his mind. God, he gives the two of you five months before he actually knocks you up, and fuck, if that doesn't wanna make him roll on top of you and sink into you again.

HORNY DILF OSAMU WITH A BREEDING KINK? OH MY GOD????????? I have nothing to add to this except OSAMU WYA let me have your b-babies sob

Your latest dilf!Osamu not only had me craving him, but also croissants 😂😂 It’s not even 10am, but you made me hungry for bakery and I’m really tempted to run out and get some now asdfghjak

Dew it!!! It’s always time for a croissant!!

I bet iwa gets stressed out whenever you have a tummy ache and anxiously webMD’s reasons for tummy troubles and works himself into a crazy spiral, meanwhile, you just drank more coffee than usual or smth like that

imagine being in the middle of Eremin, only Eren is initially the one who wants you. Armin feels a little affronted, because isn't he a good boy for daddy? Doesn't he bust it wide for Daddy every night, make Daddy feel good? Eren reassures him with hushed kisses and soft words that Armin is his baby boy and that he loves him, but Daddy's also falling in love with another girl and he really wants Armin to just give it a try. Just once. If baby boy doesn't love it, it's not on the table anymore and that'll be the end of that.

Armin who glowers at the sight of you, when Eren lets you in with a kiss and purr of "Hey, honey". You're staring at him with those big Bambi eyes, like you don't know what you're doing, but Armin knows in his heart that you're just a home-wreaking whore and hw'a only doing this just because Daddy wants it. It's not like his heart is beating harder at the way you and Eren are looking at each other, Eren's calloused hand rasping softly against your satiny skin. It's not like he's swallowing at the sight of you on Daddy's lap, mouths moulded together as the two of you pet and grind at each other sensually. It's not like he's hard at the sight of Eren's fingers down your underwear and the way your face twists up with mindless pleasure as Eren makes you come on his hand. It's not like he's panting and shaking with desire when Eren crooks a finger at him, and he crawls on all fours and eager licks your pussy juices off of Daddy's fingers with a low groan of satisfaction.

When you quietly plead for Daddy's dick and Eren beckons you over, Eren gives Armin an amused, taunting sort of look that has Armin's balls tightening and his belly burning with shame and he can only watch, livid as Eren works his cock into your glistening cunt. He tells himself that he's not jealous of the noises you're making, or the noises that Daddy's making, or the way your pussy squelches deliciously with every thrust.

Who eventually bullies himself between the two of you, shoving you away as he sits himself down on Eren's cock, hot and demanding. "No," he says at you, imperiously. "I'm Daddy's favorite pussy."

Your lower lip trembles and you look at Eren with a sort of fragile uncertainty that has Armin feeling only a little bit bad. Eren chuckles lightly, but grips Armin's hips harder than usual, silently communicating his displeasure.

"Baby boy doesn't know how to share yet, honey," he says, thrusting up punishingly into Armin, who moans loudly in surprise. "He wasn't very nice to you, was he?"

"No," you whisper, looking up timidly through your lashes as Eren manhandles Armin onto all fours, who moans happily with his eyes closed at Eren's attention. The tight squeeze of Eren's fist around Armin dick is enough to have Armin's heart racing, but his eyes fly open when the tip of his dick kisses something warm and wet and soft. He stares down at you, realizing that Eren's positioned Armin directly above you, and is currently teasing the head of Armin's cock against your entrance.

"What—" Armin gasps, choking when Eren tightens his grip and swipes the flared tip right over your swollen clit. You cry out, and the combined noise and sensation are enough to make Armin's dick pulse urgently. "Daddy, Daddy, I—"

"You were mean to Honey," Eren says calmly, almost dispassionately, hand working sinister and irresistible on Armin's cock. "You didn't like watching Daddy fuck her?"

Armin wants to wail. "No! I'm Daddy's favorite! Daddy love my pussy best!"

"I love your pussy," Eren whispers in his ear, teeth catching on Armin's lobe, squeezing Armin's ass for good measure. "But you don't get to be mean to Honey like that. Not when she's been such a good girl. Make it up to her. Fuck her pussy like you want me to fuck your's. If you make her cum, Daddy will make you cum, too."

You and Armin can only stare at each other, wide-eyed and shocked, until Eren gives a crust thrust of his hips into Armin and forces Armin's cock in you. Armin immediately buries his face in your shoulder and screams with pleasure, and you wrap your arms around him, whining piteously.

"Daddy's not gonna repeat himself," Eren pants, squeezing the base of his cock at the sight of you two under him.

Armin scoops your thighs over his shoulders and immediately starts pounding at your pussy, dick pulsing and sweat beading at his brow. You're so slippery-silky wet, your muscles swallowing his cock up until he's ball-deep and your slick is dripping down his scrotum and down his legs. "Oh my god, I didn't—I didn't realize—" he babbles, half-garbled, as you're moaning so sweet in his ear.

"I can love your pussy and her pussy," Eren pants as he humps up against Armin's ass. "Both are so good, baby boy. See? Baby girl's pussy so tight, you're gonna put a whole kindergarten up in her. C'mon, put your back into it, make it good for her. Don't you wanna make it good for our baby girl?"

"Yes," Armin sobs, thrusting into you with a vengeance at Eren's words. His hips slap wet and sloppy against you, his entire abdomen with with your arousal, as you whine and buck up against him, straining to widen your legs and let him fuck even deeper. "Yes, yes, yes! Yes! Make baby girl feel good, make her cum!"

He presses his damp forehead to your's, kissing your mouth desperately. "Gonna make you cum, honey, gonna make it so good for you," he pants, rolling his his torturously slow and hissing at the way your face twists with pleasure and you start to whimper and squirm.

"Too much, too much—"

"Stop running from this dick," Armin growls, yanking you back underneath him, shoving your face into the bed and humping you from the back, as his other hand slithers down beneath your body and pats frantically at your clit. "Gimme this pussy, little brat, c'mon, be good girl, honey."

He fucks you until you scream and thrash and wet the bed, drunkenly rasping in your ear for you to squirt one more time, just one more time.

Eren yanks hims back, grabs Armin's pussy-slicked cock. "Good boy," he growls into Armin's cheek. "Good boy, making our honey feel good. You get to cum now."

But much to Eren's surprise, Armin wriggles out of his grip. "No," Armin grins, a little manic, as he hunches over where you're whining and sobbing, maneuvering you back onto your back, sinking back into the wet pout of your pussy, and offering his ass to Eren at the same time. You're nearly hysterical, already squirting weakly at just the thick stretch of Armin's cock and the press of his pubic bone against your clit.

"Use me to fuck baby girl, Daddy," Armin says, hungry and down-right evil.

And who is Daddy to refuse, after he started this whole mess?

i- i need to go touch g-g-grass