#daichi imagine

hot things they do pt.2 (iwaizumi, oikawa, daichi, kageyama)

masterlist|part 1 | was thinking about daichi and tada!

iwaizumi

• he rests his head on the headboard with his hand behind his head while he’s scrolling on his phone, his muscles so clearly evident while his shirt is too tight and you’re clearly drooling.
• whenever he looks at you like that.you know the look where a guy is looking at you so intently you can’t even look into their eyes. yeah, iwaizumi does that.
• his sweats hang low enough for you to see his v line. all you have to do is ask him to pick up something from the top of the cabinet, as his shirt rides up. “eyes up here, darling.”

oikawa

• the tongue poking in cheek thing that he does whenever he doesn’t have a reply to your teasing.
• he whistles whenever he wants to get your attention. he can also whistle the tune of songs. he’s mostly whistling jayz’s ‘big pimpin’ when he enters home, with his duffle bag hung on his shoulder.
• he wears a silver chain that he plays with whenever he’s thinking. and it dangles when he’s hovering above you. absolutely the type of guy to wear a black tank top with a silver chain and sweats at home. “baby i know I look good, no need to drool.”

daichi

• whenever he’s doing some work or something, he folds up his sleeves without realizing the effect this has on you. you can see his veiny hands and that’s a sight for sore eyes.
• his thighs are so broad especially when his shorts ride up ahaha dies. “you wanna sit on my lap, baby?”
• you know how when reversing the car, some guys keep their hand on the back of your seat while one is on the staring wheel? yeah. it’s him alright. I don’t know about you lot but if you’ve ever seen a guy driving a manual car, you would know why i’m down bad.

kageyama

• insanely quick reflexes. once you flicked a card at him and he caught it and grinned. the type to pull you back from your shirt whenever you are about to bump into something. he manages to catch anything you throw at him. “better watch what you throw, love. it’ll only come back.”
• raises his eyebrow whenever he’s focusing on something too much and his muscles flex unintentionally. he also grunts randomly, running his hands trough his hair.
• the way he wears his shirt. he puts his hands in first and then his head. he takes off his shirt with one hand a little tooeffortlessly.

Prompt: “I can’t hold back anymore.”

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mild angst, explicit content, unprotected sex, skinny dipping, semi public space

A/N: Hello friends! Here is my NSFW collab piece for this month! Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.

Find the other Anilysium collab works here!

As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Argent light filters through the gaps in the trees, glittering off the surface of the small lake and providing just enough light to prevent me from tripping over a loose branch or worse my own feet. I let the sounds of the night flow over my skin like the water I longed to submerge myself in. This has been the hottest July on record, a fact that was proven by the sticky pull of my sundress where it was soaked with sweat along my back. Cooling down would wait, right now I had more urgent matters to attend to.

Crouching in the knee high grass at the edge of the treeline I waited. My breathing is controlled, my body still while I watch the little flickers of neon light as they dance beneath the moonlight. I’ve always loved fireflies, chasing them each summer for as long as I could remember. Even now as my final year of University has already reached its halfway point.

One of the little creatures flew closer, oblivious to my open hands as I waited to capture it. Temporarily at least. I could never bear to hurt something so innocent. Sucking in a deep breath I held the air in my lungs, anticipation building as the tiny light flickered ever closer, until finally it lit in the air above my palms. A grin split my lips as I moved, cupping my hands around the air where it flew.

“Still tormenting unknowing creatures, Y/N?”

A yelp left my lips, the air knocked from my lungs with the sound as I lost my balance and my ass hit the dirt. My hands fell to the ground beside me, a frustrated groan following as I watched the little firefly light his or her way in the other direction. Tilting my head back, I glared up at the smiling face above me, seething over the mischievous glint in Daichi’s dark eyes.

“Jerk.”

Daichi’s chuckle reverberates in the space around us, echoing in my very soul. I love the sound of his laughter almost as much as I love catching fireflies. The deep, rich tone stirring warmth in my belly. Feeling my cheeks flush, I avert my gaze back to the dancing bugs before us. Even if he can’t make out the reaction in the dark, I can’t bear to focus on the weight of his attention. My heart might beat its way out of my chest if I do.

The grass rustles behind me as Daichi moves to sit beside me, his broad shoulders bumping playfully into mine. The already stifling summer heat isn’t eased by the addition of his engulfing heat.

“Here, a peace offering.” He leans toward me, his large hands cupped as he extends them toward me. I lean closer, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against my breast in the motion. His hands part with perfect timing to reveal that intoxicating neon glow. The critter crawls from his palm to mine, searching for an escape. I watch for a moment, nearly too lost in the awe of the crawling bug to notice Daichi watching me, absorbing every bit of emotion that crosses my face.

Lifting my hand, I let the firefly go, watching dreamily as the little light flashes during the journey back to its friends. The world around me roars to life again, breaching my little bubble and filling the sounds of nature with raucous laughter. A quick glance over my shoulder reminds me of the celebration raging just beyond the treeline. Shadows dance around the space as my friends and classmates move around the bonfire, some dancing, some sneaking away as I did.

“Are you going back?” Daichi asks, his head tilted slightly as he continues to watch me. It feels like he’s searching for something. What that is, I’m unsure. Shaking my head I push to my feet, reaching a hand down to where he still sits.

“Swim with me.” The words are caught somewhere between a question, giving him a choice, and a command, knowing what he will choose. His touch is searing as his palm slides against mine, his thick fingers intertwining with my own.

I lead him to the water’s edge further down the shore, distancing us from the group. Confident that we are far enough away to not be easily seen, my fingers grip the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the grass. Daichi stiffens beside me, drawing in a sharp breath as his eyes wander over my exposed skin, the lace panties I wore doing little to hide me. “You aren’t wearing a swimsuit,” he comments breathlessly, his warm brown eyes meeting my own (e/c) ones. Indecision flickers in the depths of his gaze, a furrow appearing between his brows. “We shouldn’t-”

“I asked you to swim with me Sawamura, not fuck me,” I snap, my tongue burning with the familiar taste of disappointment. Three years. That’s how long ago I had met the man standing beside me. Our friendship grew fiercely, but there has always been something more, something darker, lingering just beneath the surface. I’ve pushed him toward accepting it, to break past this stalling point and see what that something is, but each time he politely rejects me. At this point the hurt is merely a sting, a harsh reminder of our reality.

What I feel for Daichi is unrequited.

It isn’t surprising really. Being friends with the quirky girl who would rather catch fireflies than socialize? Sure, but have a relationship with her being that? No one wants to willingly date someone who doesn’t really fit in. Not even the overly sweet Daichi.

With a heavy sigh I push my panties down my thighs, tossing them aside and diving into the water. The chill from the colder temperature washes over my naked skin, beating back the heat from the air above. The world faded to a dim gray where the moonlight barely breached the water’s surface.

The stillness around me was disrupted, water pushing against me before warm hands gripped my waist, hauling me to the surface.

“You’re reckless, you know that?” Daichi’s tone is stern, but the shimmer in his eyes shows he finds the trait endearing. Yet another quality that separates me from the rest of the girls our age. Another reason why a guy like him could never end up with a girl like me.

“Y/N?” Moving to shift out of his grip and escape the concern laced in his question, my chest brushes against his. My train of thought falters when I realize he is also naked. “Fuck,” he groans, forehead falling forward and bumping against mine. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” My brows furrow as I blink at him, confused.

It’s violent the way his lips crash to mine. All tongue and teeth and need. He steals the breath from my lungs, taking it as his own before pushing it back into me. His lips move frantically, devouring me.

My vision swims when he finally pulls away, lungs heaving as I greedily suck oxygen back into them. I barely catch my breath before he’s melding himself against me again.

The second kiss is gentler, more precise as he explores my mouth, fingers trailing over my ribs to cup my breasts. Each slide of his tongue against my own controlled, as if he is willing me to understand the emotions behind his action. The sensations he brings are too much, every nerve ending in my body alight at the barest of touches.

A calloused thumb swipes over my nipple, teasing the hardened bud before attaching more firmly to pinch. My back arches into the touch, my moans swallowed by Daichi’s hungry kisses. His hard length presses into the curve of my hip as he pulls me closer, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pushes us closer to the shore.

His lips leave my own, opting to trail over my jaw and down my neck sucking and nipping at my skin. I know there will be bruises come morning but I can’t find it in myself to care, not when I finally get a taste of the warmth he has to offer.

“Y/N,” Daichi breathes as he settles me into the grass, loose rocks digging into my skin. His eyes consume every inch of me as they sweep across my bare skin, a groan rumbling from his chest when I dip my hand between my legs, spreading myself before him.

“I want this, Daichi.” I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, and guide him to my entrance. “I want you.”

His gaze is soft and dark as he presses into me, intertwining our fingers and pressing them to the earth above my head.

“I’m yours.”

Time skip daichi. (Sorry for the spoiler)

(My digital art isn’t polished yet, I hope he looks fine?)