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The fieldtrip was an absolute disaster. You thought after teaching the kindergarteners 5 days a week for almost a whole year, you knew them like the back of your hand. Wrong. Maybe it was the change of environment but the sweet children who cleaned up after themselves, raised their hands to speak and played together like they were a big group of siblings turned into little demons. There was biting, scratching, crying, hitting, running, yelling, etc. By the time you and your TA were able to get them all round up into the bus, you felt a major migraine coming on. Not to mention you were sore as a mfer from having to keep bending down to pick up crying children and squatting to check out any injuries. You laid your head back on the seat but the pounding was still present with all the noise of little voices talking and laughing behind you. You debated on tricking the kids into playing the quiet game but you decided against it once you saw that you were already nearing the school. And with that revelation, the pounding in your head slowed and you mind started to fill with mental images you had of the man you’ve been thirsting over ever since his daughter joined your class. His beefy arms and strong pecs showing through the fitted shirts he always wore. The way his athletic joggers hugged his juicy booty. You couldn’t count on your two hands how many times you’ve had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing it. Your thighs clenched in anticipation of seeing him again before you were quickly snapped out of your daydream when the bus came to a stop. You clumsily pulled out your lipgloss from your purse and gave it touch up before standing up and getting the kids out row by row and lining them up in front of the bus. You did a head count and made sure all of the kids had their stuff and led them into the school. The school day was already over as it took longer than you had expected to get the excited kids into the bus. As soon as the group entered the hallway, all of the kids jumped into their parent’s arms, already starting to tell them about the fun day they had. You put out a silent prayer for the parents, knowing how it is to have to hear the endless ramble of a toddler telling you about an adventure they went on. Nothing was amiss at first but upon further inspection you couldn’t see the gray haired male anywhere. (ik his hair isn’t just gray but I didn’t want to write anymore adjectives ^^). You looked around to see his daughter standing behind you. You bent down to pick her up before speaking. “Hey Ichika, is your dad supposed to pick you up today?” She gave you a small nod in reply. Ichika was a very quiet kid, opting to stay glued to your side at all times. You tried to get her to socialize with the other kids but it always ended in her on your lap with her head buried in your neck. You thought it was adorable though and you had grown very fond of her. Her personality was obviously very different from Bokuto’s and you could only assume she got it from her mother. You had never met her mother personally but from what Ichika had told you, she was so longer present in her or Bokuto’s lives. When you heard that you mentally celebrated before a pang of guilt resonated in your chest for celebrating someone’s loss. Even though Ichika’s mother wasn’t dead (from what Ichika had said at least) it was still the loss of a motherly figure in her life. You and Ichika waited outside of the classroom for about 10 more minutes before you could see her getting antsy. You unlocked the classroom door and sat at your desk, putting Ichika on your lap and pulling out your phone so you could play a kids show and distract her. After scrolling though Disney plus for a while, she settled on doc McStuffins. You happily obliged as it was a show you were familiar with and enjoyed watching with your little cousins (hey, we all have our guilty pleasures).
With the time nearing an hour later, and you two being on your 3rd episode, you hear heavy footsteps and exasperated breathing from down the hallway. You looked up at the door just in time to see Bokuto panting, face flushed with worry. You quickly paused you phone and stood up after sitting Ichika on the ground. She ran to her dad and he picked her up, hugging her and kissing her forehead. You were too enamored with the way his bicep flexed as he carried her with 1 arm to realize that he had started profusely apologizing to you. You finally tuned in to hear the end of his rant. “-was stuck in traffic. I’m so sorry for being this late Ms. L/N. Thank you so much for taking such good care of her and staying late. I know you probably have better ways to spend your Friday.” You didn’t. You were quick alleviate his worries. “Oh my goodness, any time! Your daughter is so sweet and I enjoy spending time with her! And please, feel free to call me F/N” “Well still F/N” he replied, “I still feel like I need to thank you.” A light blush fell onto his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Can I maybe treat you to coffee later? I have to drop Ichika off for a sleep over at her friend’s house but we could meet in about an hour?” Your mind went hazy at the question. “Is he asking me on a date?” you asked yourself. You thought that he had never taken and interest in you. You literally could not have been more wrong. You must be really oblivious to not have noticed the way his eyes followed you everywhere, constantly looking up and down your body. The way every curve is accentuated in those fitted sweater dresses you wear (the cute ones, not the ugly grandma ones). The way your skin is silky and dark, like a chocolate bar he wants to take a bite out of. The way the pillowy fat of your thighs shows as you pick up kids. The way your soft looking stomach and waist look so squeezable and huggable. It takes him 10 times more power to restrain himself from hugging you every time he sees you (not that you would mind). He also notices the way the other dads look at you the exact same way, undressing you with their eyes (good thing you only have eyes for daddy Bokuto). “Yes, absolutely!” You’re not even trying to hide the excitement you feel which Bokuto finds adorable. He walks over dangerously close to you and picks up Ichika’s bag before leaning down and talking into your ear. “See you then.” He sends you a sly smirk and walks out of the classroom, leaving you a flustered mess.
You collect your thoughts and run to your car so you can make it home in time to shower before your date. You step out of the shower wrapped in a towel and take a breath of the cold air hitting your damp skin. You wipe the steam off of the mirror to begin fixing your hair. You opt to slick it back into a low ponytail (or just leave it as is if you have less hair. I’m sorry if this is inaccurate bc I literally have like 2 inches of hair). You finish drying off and start putting lotion on your smooth skin. You shaved everything, and I mean everything, in the shower. Just in case. After finishing your makeup, you walked over to your closet and put on one of those sweater bodycon type dresses, but one that showed a little more cleavage than would be allowed at school. You slipped on some low heels and grabbed your purse, walking towards the door. You were just about to grab your car keys when you received a text from an unknown number. You stood confused for a second before remembering that you had given all of the parents your phone number before the field trip if they had to contact you for an emergency so you assumed it was Bokuto. Your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the message. Hey pretty lady, its Bokuto. If you don’t mind, could you tell me your address so I can come pick you up Your mind grew hazy again at the nickname and before you knew it you were typing your address and pressing send. You walked over to the couch and sat down, waiting for his arrival. About 10 minutes later the doorbell rung and you opened the door. 2 golden orbs greeted you, taking in the outfit you were wearing with a sharp inhale, eyes lingering at your chest for an extra second before meeting your eyes again. He stepped aside from the door and held his hands out, bowing dramatically. “Please to make your acquaintance m’lady.” You let out a giggle, curtseying. “Same to you good sir.” You walk past him, his long stride is falling in line with yours. He does a little jog to the car door and opens it for you, holding the top of the door so you don’t hit your head. He shut the door and gave you quick wink before rubbing his hands together and rolling over the front of the car. He must have overestimated how much space he had because before either of you knew it, he had disappeared over the side, ultimately falling on what you assumed was his shoulder. Your mouth hung open in a state of shock before you saw his frosted tips peaking over from the side of the car. He quickly stood up, his normally spiked hair hanging sadly downwards and embarrassment evident on his face. You had to suppress your laugh as he got back into the car, lip protruded into a pout with the mutual understanding to ignore what had just happened. After about 25 minutes and a 10 minute drive uphill, you arrive at a nice restaurant overlooking the city. You turn to him, curious look on your face. “I thought we were just going for coffee, Bokuto?” He laughs boisterously. “Now come on F/N, I thought you knew me better than that. And why are you still calling me Bokuto? We aren’t strangers. Its Kotaro for you.” You chuckle at his antics and reach for your door to open it but he stops you, quickly hopping out of his seat to jog around the car and open your door for you. Your heart flutters at the chivalrous acts Bokuto impresses you with. You enter the restaurant. He gives his name to the hostess and she seats you at a table with a huge window next to it. You look out, admiring the bright lights of the city below you. You turn to him and catch him staring at you. “What? Is there something on my face?” “No” he chuckles. “You just look gorgeous tonight.” You can feel your heart skip a beat as you look back out towards the city, trying to compose yourself. Once you order, you two engage in conversation, talking about work and how the field trip was earlier. Towards the end of the conversation, right before Bokuto was going to request the check, you mention that your muscles are really sore from running after the kids all day. You swear you can see a lightbulb going off above his head as he smiles. “How about I give you a massage?” he says smiling, feigning innocence. You can feel your face heat up. “That would be nice” you say.
After paying for the meal, you to walk back to the car. You could cut through the sexual tension in the air with a knife but you weren’t complaining as this is exactly where you wanted this night to go. He takes you back to his house, escorting you into his bedroom. He tells you to undress and lay on your stomach while he hands you a towel to wrap around your lower body. He leaves the room as you do what he says, pulling the somewhat stretchy dress over your head, careful to not mess up your hair. Your hands traveled cautiously towards your bra hooks, internally debating whether or not to remove it. Deciding to take it off, you unhooked it and put on a chair under the rest of your clothes, leaving you in the lacy black panties you had opted to wear. You had never felt ashamed of your body, choosing to embrace society’s ideas of “flaws” (they are not flaws, everyone’s body is beautiful), and embrace your gorgeous full figure (as you should periodt queen). You laid on the bed and draped to towel over you to cover your butt, leaving the rest of your body out. You called Bokuto back into the room, letting him know that you were somewhat decent, for him to start the massage. He walked in opening the door slowly, eyes widening as he took in the way your body looked on the table. He could feel all the blood rushing where he didn’t want it to go so he turned around to take a few breaths knowing that if he was hard you would be able to see it in the gray sweatpants he changed into. The table was facing away from the door so you missed the whole ordeal but not missing the way you could feel his hungry stares on your back.
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He walked up towards where table next your head was, pouring some of the hot oil in his hands before sitting the bottle down. He started at your back, using his large palms to drag pressure along the area next to your spine. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire as he used his knuckles to knead the knots out from under your shoulder blades. It was dizzying how good it felt, Bokuto knowing all right places and using the perfect amount of pressure. You’re mind drifted elsewhere as he started massaging your legs, starting at your feet and working his way up to the top of your thighs. The tiring day almost over took you as your eyes drifted close, shooting open only when you could feel Bokuto’s hot touch on your ass, giving it a pretty healthy squeeze. “Are you still comfortable?” he asked. You turned your head to face him, now being able to see the obvious tent in his pants. “Yea this is fine” you said before turning back around. His hands trailed inwards as his thumb softly circled your clit, pulling away to wait for a conformation he could continue. You let out a soft moan and made no moves for him to stop, so he continued, pulling your panties off and flinging them to the ground. He slipped one thick finger in, your tight hole slick with arousal. He pushed in another as he put his thumb back on your clit, applying light pressure that made you clench around his fingers. “God your so tight around my fingers F/N” he said, voice dripping with lust. You let out a loud moan as he curled his fingers to hit the spongy spot in your walls, feeling heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. A few more pumps and you knew it would send you tumbling over the edge. You were close, just one more curl of his fingers and you could finally have your release. Just as you were about let out another moan he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss as your hole clenched around nothing. “Wha- What? Why did you stop? I was so close.” you whined. He let out a deep chuckle, flipping you over before spreading your thighs and climbing in between them. He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin inside of your thighs making your back arch slightly and you let out a small moan. Bokuto looked up at you from between your thighs, the sight making you want to create any kind of friction to alleviate the pressure building on your sex. “I’m sorry I stopped but your pussy just looked so good and I wanted a taste” he said smiling up at you. You felt lightheaded as his tongue finally connected with your slit, licking long lines up and down it. Every time it rubbed against your clit you let out breathy moans. His tongue tended to your needy hole, it glistening as he lapped up the arousal spilling out of you and down the back of your thighs. Without any warning, 2 of his fingers were shoved inside of you and his mouth latched around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a shriek of pleasure as he pumped them in and out of you, his tongue flicking your clit repetitively as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The pleasure became overwhelming and you tried to wiggle your hips away from his persistent mouth but you were quickly pulled back in by the rigid grip Bokuto had around your thighs. “C’mon baby, stay still so I can make you feel good. I know you can be a good girl for me and take it.” Your hand shot down to grab a tuft of his hair, making him groan at the slight pulling, sending the vibrations through you as you let out a whimper. It took 4 more thrusts for the coil to snap, you letting out a loud moan and release gushing out and covering Bokuto’s mouth as he helped you through your high. When your breathing had finally steadied he took his fingers out, sucking the slick off of them before removing them with a pop and licking his chin clean. He leaned down, catching your lips in a fervorous kiss. It felt like the air was being sucked from your lungs as you gave Bokuto access to the inside of your mouth, moaning against the kiss. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue explored every crevice, only pulling away after you lightly hit his chest, signaling that you needed to breathe. He sat back while you caught your breath. He pulled off his shirt revealing defined abs and pecs, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth at the sight. Your eyes trailed downwards as he removed his pants and boxers, his hard cock springing up and hitting his abs with a slap. Your eyes widened at the size. It was long and girthy, fitting for a man of his stature. He looked painfully hard, the head beading with precum. He placed both arms at each sides of your head, leaning down to kiss you again while his right arm reached down to align his cock with your hole. He sat back up, easing the tip in, his eyes fluttering closed as he slid in the rest of his length in easily. “Jesus F/N, you’re so- Fuck- you’re so tight and wet. You feel so good around my cock.” You moaned at his lewd words, adjusting to his length while pulling him in to a kiss. He could feel you loosen around him indicating that he could that he could move. He took it slow at first, setting the pace with deep, steady strokes that made every single nerve in your body react, sending waves of pleasure through you. Bokuto leaned down to kiss you once more with half lidded eyes before spitting out a quick apology. A look of confusion washed over your face as he pushed your knees in towards your chest and pulled almost all the way out before slamming his hips into you with so much force, his tip brushing against your cervix. “I’m sorry F/N” he said as the loud sound of his hips and your thigh skin meeting resonated through the room, “I just can’t control myself when you make me feel so good.” A string of moans left your mouth as he rutted his hips into you, hitting all the right spots, making the coil in your stomach build once again. “God that feels so good! Shit! You’re so big inside of me.” Apparently that added fuel to the fire because he immediately sped up and louder groans left his mouth, his hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. “Fuck, Kotaro!” “Come on F/N, be a good angel and cum for me” he practically growled into your ear. The coil snapped quickly and your orgasm raked through your body leaving your legs shaking and your vision spotty. Bokuto slowed down slightly to let you ride it out but as soon as you could see right again, he was pounding into you, chasing his own release. You could feel the sting of overstimulation as he kept going. “Please slow down. ‘M still sensitive!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, signalizing that he was close. His moans grew needier and full of want. “Fuck F/N, Im gonna fill you up with all of my cum and fuck it so deep inside of you. I want to see your wet pussy with my cum dripping out it.” “Please cum in Kotaro. I want you to fill me up” you said while you neared your third orgasm of the night. With one final slam of his hips, he was shooting his hot ropes of white cum deep inside you (your on birth control ofc bc we don’t do that y/n magically can’t get pregnant bs here). The force was enough to push you over the edge as you writhed underneath him. He rolled from on top of you, both of you staring at the ceiling, trying to calm down from what just happened.
“Wow. That was just…wow” Bokuto said through heavy breaths. You didn’t even have the brain power at this point to respond. The sex was mind-numbingly good. Bokuto quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and wiped you down, also using this as an excuse to look at the hickeys he left all over your thighs. He climbed back into bed with you and pulled you close. You nestled into his chest as you both listened to each other’s breathing. “Hey F/N” Bokuto started and you let out a small hum. “I know that you’re my daughter’s teacher but I really like you and want to start a relationship with you. It seems she also really like you because I have to hear about every single thing you do every day, not that I mind it.” You two laughed together. “So that being said, do you want to start seeing each other?” You looked up at him before pulling him into a kiss and then snuggling your head back in to him. That was all the conformation he needed as you both drifted off to sleep.
Bonus
You woke up the next extremely thirsty, still wrapped in Bokuto’s beefy arms (AWOOGA). As you tried to get up you realized your entire lower body was numb. You shook bokuto awake faking anger as he apologized for what he did and brought you water. He also let you pinch his booty ;)