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# warnings:MDNI!Slightly nsfw content ahead.

+Bench presses three times your roundabout weight at the gym, records it (flexing afterwards with a smile on his face, as his shorts hang dangerously low on his hips and you swear you can see both his V lines and the beginning of his happy trail) and proudly shows it to you heavily hinting athow he can take the brunt of you riding his cock like an Amazon, while making sure to support you with his physical prowess and the strength, he certainly does not hide, of his shredded body so that your thighs do not burn, but instead slowly rock back and forth letting your walls clench around his thick length while he does all the work for you.

BOKUTO, Atsumu, Hinata, IWAIZUMI, Matsukawa, Kyoutani, Meian,Terushima, FUTAKUCHI.

+ Bullshits that he knows how to deal with aphrodisiac ingredients, and that he is a pro in the kitchen, so he tries very hard to cook you a five course meal with recipes he found on the internet and that were even half decently made, but when it comes at the dessert, he says “I’d rather have you, as a dessert,” wanton and his eyes half lidded, because he might be a gentleman, as shown by the candle still burning in the middle of the table and the careful but elegant mise-En-place but he very much wants to lap and lick your pussy more than the passion fruit ice cream sitting in his freezer, looking into your eyes when you provide the only cream he actuallylikes.

OIKAWA, Akiteru, SUNA, Kuroo, Sugawara, Daishō, TSUKISHIMA, Sakusa, Semi, KEISHIN.

+Tried to write verses of poetry for you and how he feels everytime that he sees you - which did not turn out very well, but he kept a rhyme and probably embarrassed himself reading them more than you did listening to them. However, as he makes a habit out of it, leaving you post-its or just simple scribbles of his ‘writing’, you find out that he also writes some other spicy ones (surprising better articulated) where he is sure you can’t see them and from which you get the idea that maybe he is very much into letting you give him head while he fingers you until you come on him and his leaking cock stuffs your throat, choking your moans.

Tendō, Osamu, Daichi,Akaashi, KITA, Ushijima, Kageyama, ARAN, Konoha, Hoshiumi.

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thigh riding hq captains

warnings: pure smut lol, very slight degradation with daichi

characters: daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kōtarō bokuto

request: hi omg i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy

a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh

daichi

- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention

-you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always

- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection

- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore

- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it

- and he secretly not so secretly loves it

“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.

“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.

“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.

“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.

“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.

“so needy, hm princess?”

you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.

“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.

you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.

“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.

“does it feel good?” he questions.

“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.

“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.

“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.

you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.

“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.

you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.

“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.

“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.

“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.

kuroo

- you and kuroo are alike in many ways

- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals

- but one thing you do NOT share

- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies

- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him

- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting

- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely

- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more…

you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.

“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.

“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.

“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”

“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.

“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.

you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.

“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.

“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.

“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.

“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.

he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.

you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.

“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you. 

“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?” 

you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.

“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.

“fine then, so be it.” he continues.

you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.

oikawa

- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you

- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy 

- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that

- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned

- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date

- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you

- and boy, was he right

“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly. 

“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.

“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance. 

“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress. 

“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.

“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.

he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.

“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“

“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.

he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.

“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.

“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.

“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.

“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.

“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.

“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.

“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.

“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.

if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.

bokuto

- bokuto and you share a love for thighs

- he’s obsessed with yours

- and you’re equally as obsessed with his

- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again

- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”

- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”

- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”

- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special

- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it

you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.

you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.

“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.

“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.

“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.

“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.

“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.

“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.

“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”

“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.

“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.

once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.

“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.

“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.

“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.

“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”

the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.

bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.

“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.

“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.

“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.

you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.

“i’m in love with you too kōtarō.”

DOING THE GIVING HEAD PRANK ON THE KARASUNO BOYS (PT.1)

warnings: kinda smutty, idk lol

characters: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, ryu tanaka, asahi azumane, kei tsukishima, yu nishinoya, tadashi yamaguchi

a/n: if you don’t know what this trend is, it’s basically just someone getting on their knees and acting like they’re about to give their partner head but not lol

findpt.2here

tsukishima

- you and tsukishima have the kind of friendship that has everyone around you thinking you’re dating

- always teasing each other, play fighting, “fake” flirting

- it’s pretty obvious that you two have a thing for each other

- well pretty obvious to everyone but you two

- one day you invite him over to just hang out while your parents are away for a little

- he responds to your text with “the only way i’m coming over is if you give me head. wouldn’t come over otherwise.”

- and you respond with “obviously. why else would i ask?”

- that was the way you two joked with each other ALL the time

- some people think it’s strange, but it works for you guys which is all that matters

- although this time you wanted to mess with him extra

- he gets to your house within the next five minutes, the two of you living in walking distance of each other

- as soon as he rings the doorbell, you open the door, get on your knees, and tie your hair up

- and he FREAKS

- “Y/N!!! YOUR FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN! EVERYONE CAN SEE!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he yelps as he quickly enters your house and slams the door shut.

- you laugh hysterically at his reaction

- “you did not actually think i would suck you off in front of all my neighbors did you? my god tsukishima, that reaction was priceless.” you cackle

- he turns bright red and scoffs at you in return, crossing his arms in frustration

- “i’m sorry, i just saw the opportunity and took it.” you apologize

- “no that was good. i’ll admit, you got me.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat.

- “you? admitting defeat? hm, maybe i will actually give you head.”

- before he can respond, you’re on your knees again. and this time, it isn’t a joke.

kageyama

- you and kageyama have only been dating for all of one week

- a very fresh and new relationship where you are still getting to know each other

- you were at his house, laying on his chest as the two of you were sprawled out on his couch

- you were watching tiktoks on your phone while he was scrolling through twitter on his, when a video popped up on your for you page that gave you an idea

- kageyama is a bit awkward and gets flustered easily, whether he wants to admit it or not

- so you knew this little trick would be fun

- you wriggled yourself out of his embrace and got on your knees in front of him

- his eyes were glued on you, wondering what you were up to

- “what are you doing?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow

- he sits up so now you’re positioned perfectly in between his legs

- “what does it look like i’m doing?” you respond as you begin tying your hair back

- “i-i, i uh, i don’t know. that’s why i asked.” he stutters, already getting flustered.

- you place your hands on his legs before moving down, his breath hitching

- then you swiftly let go and look under the couch and pick up the dollar you had conveniently placed there for this prank

- “looking for this, duh.” you say, waving the dollar around

- “oh god.” he sighs before burying his face in his hands.

- “i can’t believe i fell for that.” he mumbles into his hands

- “should’ve seen how eager you looked.” you chuckle lightly

- he removes his face from his hands and reveals a very flushed and embarrassed looking kageyama

- “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” you tease

- “shut. up.” he groans

daichi

- you guys are at your house baking cookies

- you know, just cute couple things

- but you’re extremely clumsy

- so of course you accidentally drop the ball of dough you were rolling

- “shit!” you groan before bending down to pick up the dropped dough

- but as you were reaching for it, you got an idea

- you dropped down to your knees with daichi hovering above you

- “i can’t believe you really just dropped the whole ball of- oh?” daichi was laughing so hard at your clumsiness, he hadn’t even noticed your current position

- on your knees and looking up at him with what he called “sexy eyes” which are the eyes you give him whenever you want sexy time

- “oh yeah? so we’re doing that now? shouldn’t we finish the cookies first princess?” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair before lightly caressing the side of your face and lifting your chin up slightly

- that alone makes you want to forget the whole prank and give in, but you really want to see his reaction

- “yeah, that’s what i planned on doing?” you say as you pick up the fallen dough and stand up to go throw it away “why? what’d you think i was doing?” you finish

- daichi’s mouth goes agape in a small ‘o’ before he clenches it shut and frowns at you

- “oh, you’re gonna get punished for that later princess.” he huffs at you as he continues rolling balls of cookie dough

- “can’t wait.” you smirk

asahi

- asahi is always a giver in terms of sexual favors in your guys’ relationship

- he always makes sure to please you and make sure you feel good

- but whenever you return the favor, he gets all shy about it

- something about using your pretty little mouth is just overwhelmingly pleasurable for him

- and he’s embarrassed about how quickly it gets him off

- so it’s difficult to get him to allow you to even do it

- “asahi, pleaseee let me give you a blowjob.”

- “no baby, i don’t need one right now.”

- “but i wanna give you one.”

- “not today.”

- ‘not today,’ that’s how most of the conversations about this topic ended so you gave up trying for awhile

- until a tiktok sparked something in you that is

- you ask asahi to shower with you one morning and of course he says yes

- you guys start by actually showering

- you gently lather yourself using your loofa before “accidentally” dropping it

- you kneel to pick it up before being met face to face with asahi’s “special area”

- you look from him, to it, then back up to him again

- he’s watching you nervously, all of him wanting you to just take it despite how embarrassingly quick he knew he would finish

- but instead you just pick up the loofa and stand up, now looking at his normal head rather than his smaller one

- “oh.” he sighs before gulping lightly

- “what?” you ask

- “i though you were gonna-”

- “would you have let me?” you question

- “i would have actually.” he admits shyly

- “hm, let me continue then.” you smirk before going back down and glancing up at him

- he gives you a cute little smile before you do your deed

- and this time, he lasts a little longer

being your fav’s puppygirl, and having them grab your hips and manhandle you until you’re straddling their waist while they’re laying down, rubbing your wet heat against their cock and sighing at every roll of your hips.

“alright puppy,” they groan, their breath hitching when you look up at them with eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. “sit”

fourth times the charm

aka the three times you tried, and the one time you finally succeeded; or daichi finally gets dicked down; or the dick works in mysterious ways; or daichi sloppy toppy

pairing: timeskip boyfriend!daichi x fem!reader
word count: 5.3k, nsfw (18+ mdni);includesoral, male maturbation, safe sex, a wingwoman, and a lot of blunders to get there
written for:the realistic sex collab by @spacelabrathor and @titan-fodder
thanks to:@vanille–kiss for the rush banner and @bananabossbitch for the amazing beta read she did <3

Daichi’s apartment is small but cozy, decorated with photos of all his friends from high school and the police academy on the wall. Two are even signed by professional volleyball players, something he showed you the first time you visited. That had been a few weeks ago, a month or so after you started dating. Then, you had settled across from the table in his living room, sharing a beer after a meal. You’d kissed goodbye at the door, innocent and chaste because you still didn’t know where Daichi stood on progressing things physically in your relationship.

You definitely understand now, straddling his lap on his plush couch, the news droning on about something you don’t care about in the background. You only care about how good his tongue feels moving against yours, his calloused fingers warm as they run down your bare back. Daichi makes a small sound when you run your fingers through his hair, and you answer with a mewl in return when you grind down on his lap.

His half-hard cock presses against his jeans, firm against your covered core every time you rock against him. Daichi only gives you a second to breathe before he’s back on you, lips moving against yours so quickly it makes you dizzy. You vaguely hear a dog barking outside in the hallway and children’s squeals, but you’re pulled back into Daichi’s trance when he starts kissing down your chin to your neck, his lips wet as he moves.

“This okay?” He questions into your skin, the rich baritone making you shiver and paw at his shoulders.

“More than,” you breathlessly reply, tilting your head for him to keep moving down when—

A loud bang on Daichi’s front door makes you both jump in surprise. A girl starts wailing in the hallway, and it takes you a second to register that the reason it sounds so loud is because she’s right on the other side of the door. You both pause, unsure of what to do, but then Daichi heaves a sigh and pats your hips.

“It’s probably the neighbor’s daughter.”

You know that as a police officer, Daichi has a duty to check on the injured and in need, so you slide off of his lap. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a bit grumbly as you follow him to the door, peeking outside to take a look yourself. A little girl around the age of seven sits holding her scraped knee, a fluffy white dog jumping at her side and trying to lick away her tears. As soon as she sees Daichi, she cries even harder, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands.

“Officer Sawamura! My dog tripped me, and… and!”

“It’s alright.” He soothes her easily, placing a warm hand on her head to calm her down. “I’ll help you with your knee, so there’s no reason to cry, okay?”

As soon as Daichi turns around and flashes you that handsome smile, requesting that you bring the first aid kit from his bathroom, you know you can’t be too annoyed. His kindness was one of the things you liked about him in the first place, and there’s always next time.

One of the first things you learned after becoming Daichi’s girlfriend was how important he holds those close to him. You see it when he calls his friends weekly to check up on them; there’s always a message or two from one of his younger siblings asking for advice or just wanting to chat. It’s endearing how flustered he gets when you jokingly call himDaichi-nii, his cheeks tinting the slightest pink as he mutters to knock it off.

You only wish the phone wouldn’t ring when he’s got you flat on your bed, panties pushed aside so two of his fingers can bury themselves in your cunt.

You had been right there. As soon as he walked you back to his apartment after dinner, your flirty kisses at the door had led to you being pinned against your door, his hands groping at everything they could. You couldn’t open it fast enough, fumbling with your keypad and mistyping the passcode a few times. You’d stumbled to your bedroom, his jacket pushed off his shoulders and dropped to the floor somewhere in the living room.

He had pushed you down in no time, mouthing at the column of your throat as his hand pushed underneath your skirt. Your hips grinded into his touch, and you quietly moaned when he started teasing your slit through your underwear. When Daichi pushed your underwear aside and finally touched you, you whined, tugging at the top of his shirt to pull it off.

You had thought about what he would feel like on you, but the real thing was even better. His weight pressing you down on the bed, his chest warm under your touch, your nails digging into his shoulders when he parted you and grazed your clit. His fingers kept wandering, dipping into your core to gather some wetness before brushing against your clit again.

“A little… a little lower,” you told him breathlessly, and soon as he pressed against your nub perfectly, you whimpered and pulled him down for a messy kiss.

It didn’t take long for you to be wet enough for his fingers, your skirt pushed up by your waist, your hips moving of their own accord. You could feel him pressed up against your thigh, grinding for a bit for friction as two fingers thrusted in and out of you. Between him kissing you repeatedly and the way he worked your pussy, you were a panting mess, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

And then, the fucking phone.

You both freeze, his fingers stilling inside of you as his phone chimes from somewhere in the living room. It must still be in the jacket he pushed off, and based on the ringtone, you know it to be his youngest sister. It’s a catchy song from some idol band she likes; she set it herself about two weeks ago when he went back to his parents’ house for dinner. It’s like he’s stuck in a trance, letting it ring and ring until it finally goes quiet and you both exhale.

He only gets to move his fingers two more times when the phone rings again.

“Sorry,” he grunts, tearing himself away from you reluctantly. “Just give me a second.”

Your cunt throbs as your orgasm starts to fade, and he grabs a tissue from your desk to clean his hand before wandering outside. It’s hard to calm yourself when your body is practically still vibrating, waiting for him to wander back in the room to finish what he started. You can hear him talking in the other room, a hushed but annoyed tone in his voice. One minute goes by. Two minutes. Three minutes.

Eventually, you accept that he isn’t coming back, and after fixing your skirt and the straps of your dress, you wander out. Daichi is pacing the room, his face pinched up and eyes vacant as someone sobs on the other end. When he sees you, he sighs, a wordless apology forming on his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come get you. Just stay in the park.”

When he hangs up, he stays quiet for a moment before exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry. I have to get going.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My sister’s stupid boyfriend—” He takes a breath to keep his anger in check before he pockets his phone again. “The idiot got mad at her for something and left her at the restaurant. She doesn’t have a way home. I told her to break up with him already but she doesn’t listen.”

“She’s young, give her a break,” you joke, pushing off the doorframe to stalk over. You had made similar stupid decisions in university, so Daichi’s sister gets to have her fair share too. You fix his hair a little for him, pressing a light kiss to his lips with an encouraging smile. “Go. Let me know how it goes. Don’t arrest him or anything.”

“Can’t promise that,” Daichi quips in return, giving you a longer, heavier, and certainly more apologetic kiss. “Next time, I promise.”

Third time’s the charm. That’s what you tell yourself as you fix your makeup and dress in the bathroom mirror, a happy flush in your cheeks from the wine you had earlier. It’s been nearly three months of dating now, but you’ve never been able to go the entire way. From the neighbors, to the phone call, to another time when you were both just way too tired to even think about sex, it’s been one frustration after another.

But tonight is going to be different. The restaurant Daichi takes you to is fancy, and he looks absolutely ravishing in his suit, his hair slicked back, the watch you bought for him twinkling in the low lighting. You look damn good in your dress too, and you’ve seen Daichi’s gaze flit over your curves more than once.

When you walk back out, Daichi has already paid, and he shuttles you into a taxi to take you back home. Hands start wandering; his light compliments of ‘you look so good in that dress’ have a bit more heat than usual.

You giggle at the implication, cheeks hot when you murmur, “You should see me out of it.”

“If you’ll let me,” Daichi offers back. Such a gentleman. Doesn’t he know how much you’ve wanted him over the last few weeks? How wet you already are just from thinking about his hands all over you tonight?

The walk into your apartment is normal. He holds your hand, thumb running over your wrist lightly as you lead him up. He even lets you settle your things first—stepping out of your shoes, hanging up your bag and cardigan, slipping out of your pantyhose with a teasing grin. As soon as you turn to him and smile, he pads forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you into the bedroom.

His lips press against yours as soon as he closes the door, arms around your waist keeping you flush against him. You’re hot from both the alcohol and the way his mouth moves against yours, tongue dragging along your lower lip until you part for him. The swipes of his tongue around yours make you whimper, and the back of your legs hit the bed without you realizing you’d been walking at all.

Even as you fall to the mattress, Daichi follows. He leans over you, kissing you until you’re breathless and clinging to his dress shirt through the space in his suit jacket. Your tongues twirl together just as quickly as your fingers undo the button of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall into a heap on the floor.

He moves down to your throat, nipping at your shoulders and your collarbone as you fumble with his button up, trying to undo the buttons without looking. Daichi laughs when you fail at one near the middle, taking over for you so you can undo the zipper of your dress and shimmy out of the top.

“Wow,” he breathes, a half-grin on his face when he sees the lingerie you’re specifically wearing for him.

Like you said: perfect.

“Do you like it?”

“Almost don’t want to take you out of it,” he admits with a flush on his cheeks that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Don’t you dare think about it,” you grumble jokingly in return, nodding to his undershirt. “Both of them.”

Daichi chortles. “Yes, ma’am.”

His shirt and undershirt are thrown off in a flash, allowing you time to ogle at his toned upper body as he fishes for his wallet in his back pocket. Your eyes drift down his chest, core fluttering when you see the bulge in his slacks. You’ve been waiting so long to even see his cock that you’re about to burst, impatience shooting through you faster than a bullet.

Only when you look up, you don’t see Daichi’s aroused expression: you see his apologetic and pinched expression.

He holds the condom in his hand, glancing down at the wrapper one more time before asking, “Is there a convenient store nearby?”

“The closest is a ten minute walk.”

“Damn it.”

You sit up, the top of your dress falling with you. “What’s the matter?”

“The condom is expired.”

This cannot be happening. The one thing you didn’t even think about. “Are you sure?”

Daichi passes you the packet so you can see for yourself and—yep. Expired two months ago.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think to check because they last so long, and…” He scratches the back of his neck with a half-wince, half-smile. “I’ve had it since university. It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.”

“It’s… okay.”

“Unless you have one?”

No, because you didn’t expect this.

No, because you figured he would have a few.

No, because you’re a big idiot who should have thought about it beforehand.

Tomorrow you’re going to walk down to that fucking 7/11 and buy every single box of condoms they have.

You slowly shake your head before hurriedly adding, “But we can still do other things, right?”

Daichi nods, saying that he’s sorry again before continuing to strip. You don’t bother with a response, wiggling out of your dress and your lingerie while he steps out of his slacks and boxers. Oh God. All your fantasies never prepared you for actually seeing his half-hard cock twitching near his leg. It’s long and decently girthy, and your pussy clamps down at the thought of it inside you for the first time.

This is so unfair.

You scoot back on the bed, giving him room to climb in next to you. You think he’ll take a spot over you but he doesn’t—Daichi sits down next to you instead, patting the spot between his open legs. You don’t quite understand until you’re in between them, a firm hand maneuvering you to lean forward on your knees with one hand on his shoulder.

His hand moves down your bare stomach, and when he cups your cunt, you finally get it.

The position makes it easy for you to lick your hand and wrap it around his cock. It makes it even easier to lean forward and kiss him, just as his fingers part your folds and swipe along them. You moan into his mouth when he circles around your clit, and you return the favor by dragging your thumb over the head of his length to spread his pre-cum. His groan is beautiful. A rich sound that drills into your brain and makes its home in your memory. You squeeze him just as he presses against your clit, rubbing small circles until you’re flushed with heat.

“Daichi,” you whine against his mouth as you fight to catch your breath, hand dragging up and down his length. It twitches in your hand at the call of his name, and Daichi has to lean back on his other hand to keep from falling back.

“Shit,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss you again, his fingers pushing against your entrance. He starts with one, easing it into your cunt and thrusting a few times to get you used to him. When you’re wet enough, he pushes another inside, thrusting and scissoring until your thighs are trembling at the feeling.

It’s so hard to concentrate when he kisses you so deeply and fucks you with his fingers, pleasure spiking through your nerves. You keep tugging on his cock, squeezing and running your fingers over the head, your pace matching his. He swallows every sound you give him, chest heaving against yours when you lean down to press your bare chests together. It’s an awkward angle but you don’t care, because his heat gives you goosebumps, and his fingers find a spot that has you gasping.

When his fingers pull from you, you nearly groan in disappointment, but it’s short-lived. Daichi finds your clit again, rubbing quick circles that are too fast to keep up with. Heat floods your stomach, your body trembling against his until your pleasure snaps. All you can do is fall into him, shaking and gasping as you ride out your orgasm, hips grinding down into his hand that continues to work you. Daichi only stops when you squeal and try to jerk away from him, too sensitive for him to keep touching you. There’s a satisfied grin on his face when you finally collect yourself enough to pull back and look at him.

“You good?”

“Very,” you agree with a giggle of your own. His cock still sits heavy between you, pressed against your stomach and twitching when you graze it with your body. “Oh, um, do you want me to…?”

“Actually, could you lay down?”

Lay down? You expected him to ask for a hand or your mouth, both of which you have no problem offering. You oblige, laying down with your head on your pillows, your legs spread wide for him. Daichi crawls between them, and for a moment you think he’s about to try and put it in, but then he wraps a hand around his stiff cock and grunts.

Oh.

He looks so sexy stroking himself, hand jerking quickly and expertly. You wrap your legs around his sides, hands running up and down his arms as he fucks his fist. His rich brown eyes are open and on your wet cunt, and you can feel his arm flex underneath your touch as he works. It doesn’t take long until he’s gasping, eyes squeezing shut, a delicious flush on his cheeks and beads of sweat on his temples.

“Can—ugh, can I—?”

“Yes, God yes.”

You’ve barely agreed before he’s spilling all over his hand and your cunt, some of his cum spurting up to your stomach. His mouth is open in a groan, chest heaving as he keeps tugging until his cock falls limp and your lower half is covered in his thick white seed. As disappointed as you were earlier that you couldn’t go all the way, there’s nothing better than the look he gives you when he cracks open an eye and grins.

“Sorry, I know you—”

You cut him off with a shake of your head. “It’s fine. I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, you are very sexy.”

Your blunt compliment makes him look away in embarrassment, muttering about needing to clean up in your shower. You giggle, unwinding your legs around his waist so he can grab some tissues to wipe down your stomach.

“Next time.” His promise is sealed with a light kiss to your forehead when you’re all cleaned up. “Promise.”

“When is next time!”

Your tipsy shout catches the attention of the couple in the booth over, but you ignore them to slump forward with your forehead against the table. Your best friend snorts at your overreaction, shaking her head as you look up with an annoyed frown.

“Just book a love motel or something.”

“With my luck, the pipe in the bathroom will break.”

Your phone vibrates on the table next to you, and you glance down to see Daichi sent you a message that he finished his shift. You sigh, slumping forward again. The man of the hour. You had spent the first hour talking about work woes and plans for the coming week, but as soon as your friend asked how Daichi was doing, you broke down and told her everything.

“Is that him?”

Your‘yeah’ is muffled into the table.

“Girl, get it together,” your friend scolds, patting your head a few too many times to be just encouraging. “Make ‘next time’ thistime.”

“But it’s our time together.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” she jokes. “We can meet next week.”

You take a deep breath and sit up again, nodding a few times before grabbing your phone to text Daichi back. He only works a few minutes from where you are, so he agrees to come pick you up. After confirming with your friend that it’s really okay, you wait for him outside, rocking on your feet as you think about what to say. The other times had been a bit more spontaneous but this time you’re going to ask for it. Everything you come up with sounds so awkward, and you haven’t decided by the time Daichi’s car pulls up next to you.

“Hey there, handsome,” you greet as you slip into the passenger’s seat. He’s still in his work clothes, his uniform pressed tight against his body. “What brings you here?”

“A pretty girl needs a ride,” he greets back, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. “Ready to go home?”

The perfect lead-in. Okay, you can do this. It won’t be that awkward—

“Actually, um, there’s a place I want to go first. Uh… there.”

You point to a love motel ahead of you before inwardly cringing. Smooth.

“You want to—”

“Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Daichi puts the car in drive and begins to drive somewhere. He passes the motel you pointed to, and your heart drops slightly in your chest. Were you wrong? Was that too awkward? You look ahead of you, playing with your seatbelt nervously until he clears his throat.

“There’s one closer to your house.”

“Oh?”

In your peripheral vision, you see him scratch at the back of his neck. “I was going to ask you to go this weekend since… you know.”

“We keep getting interrupted?”

Your question makes you both laugh, and the awkward tension in the car finally dissipates as he treks back to your neighborhood. There’s a teasing smile on his face now, and you aren’t sure you’ve seen him look so handsome (though when he came on you a week or so ago may take the cake).

“Do you think our neighbors will be loud?” he asks as he pulls onto a familiar street. Motel Shangri-La sits ahead of you, the sign coming closer and closer as he navigates there.

“Watch them be out of condoms.”

“Or maybe the bed will break?”

You laugh as he pulls into the parking lot, and you’re still laughing when you open the door to the room you booked for the hour. Everything about the situation just seems so ridiculous—you both have perfectly good apartments for God’s sake—but Daichi is smiling too as he pulls you into his embrace from behind. His lips on your neck make you shiver, and his hands on your hips guide you over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

“Did you turn your phone off?” you teasingly ask.

“Put it on silent in the elevator.”

“Condoms?”

“Bought them yesterday.”

“And the bed?”

“Why don’t you test it?”

You squeal when Daichi lightly pushes you down, and it bounces a few times but seems sturdy enough. You turn around and give him a coy look, batting your eyes in the most sensual way you can in a weirdly turned position.

“Seems fine to me. Come join?”

“Do you want to shower first?” he asks. Your frustration must show in your expression because Daichi snorts, helping you turn to your back. “Alright, alright, bad question.”

Once he leans down to kiss you, he doesn’t lean back up. His lips only leave yours to tug off his uniform and your clothes, but then he’s back on you again, kissing all over your body until you’re squirming under his touch. Daichi doesn’t even let you move back up on the bed; instead he kneels down on the ground, tugging your pants and underwear off, then throwing them behind him without even looking.

It’s not the first time you’ve been naked in front of him, but with the way he’s staring at you, he makes it feel like it is. Your cheeks flame when he pries your legs apart and settles in between your thighs like he should have been there in the first place. The first swipe of his fingers makes you inhale sharply, and when he puts his tongue on you, it makes you gasp.

He’s a little tentative at first, but as soon as you curl your fingers into his hair and breathily tell him a little higher, a little—oh fuck, ah—, he moves faster. His tongue circles around your clit before he starts sucking on it, the tip flicking over your bud. Your calves clench, hips jerking to get closer to his mouth when he presses a little harder. When his fingers push inside your folds, your head falls back against the sheets with a loud moan mixed with an expletive. You can’t help it—between the pace of his fingers fucking you, his mouth making a mess of your clit, and the firm hand he has on your thigh to keep you parted, your body is in overdrive.

Daichi curls his fingers just right and you whine, tugging at his locks to bring him closer. The sound he makes is muffled into your cunt, and his fingers and mouth work even faster. It’s all too much. The slow build of your orgasm rises like a wave, and you can barely warn him before you’re crying out, body shuddering as you cum. Daichi has to keep your hips pressed down to the bed because of how much you buck into his face, your sounds quieting into heavy pants.

Your body rings with pleasure, cunt still clenching and pulsing when Daichi stands up. But your heart flutters even more wildly when he’s finally naked and bringing over a very non-expired condom from the desk across the room. You sit up and scoot further onto the bed as he opens the foil and rolls it on before he tilts his head at you.

“How do you want it?”

“Can I ride you?”

He tries not to look too pleased as he nods and settles on the bed, fixing himself so he lays with his head against the pillows. You easily crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs and bracing yourself on his shoulders. His cock brushes against your folds a few times when you grab it and line it up with your cunt. Then you slowly sink down on him, finallygetting what you want after so many mishaps to make it happen.

It feels so good to have him sheathed inside you, stretching your walls as you lift up and sink back down. Daichi helps you with a hand on your hip, the other underneath his head as he watches you bounce on his cock. His gaze is transfixed on your tits, bouncing with each slap of your hips, so you lean forward enough so he can take them into his mouth. His tongue wraps around a nipple, sucking and lightly nipping until your walls clench down around his cock. You keep moving, circling your hips against his as he mouths at your skin, switching sides to do the same to your other nipple.

Your thighs burn as you ride him but the feeling is too good to stop. You tear yourself away from his mouth to get a better angle, setting your hands on his chest to have better leverage. Daichi pants each time you slam down on him, nails digging into his skin when he helps you move even faster with a firm hand on your hip. You gyrate and circle as best you can, whimpering when his other hand tugs at your nipples.

You’re about to beg for him to touch you again when he suddenly sits up, knocking you back with a squeal. His cock only falls from you for a second before he pushes back inside, swinging your legs over his shoulders and keeping them there with a strong hold. His pace is slightly rough, cheeks flushed and sweaty as he leans forward enough to watch his cock disappear into your wet cunt. You cry out, scratching at his thick thighs from how good it feels. He hits so deep like this, brushing a part of you that has your toes curling near the back of his head.

“Touch yourself.”

It’s not a command but a breathy plea, like he wants to watch you do it, like he wants to see you lose yourself on his cock. You lick your fingers and oblige, rubbing quick circles on your clit that match the fast slaps of his hips into yours. His hand on your hips keeps you pinned down to the bed, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously as he fucks you. Heat blossoms in your stomach one more time, spreading with each rub of your nub and each brush of Daichi’s dick deep inside you.

His gaze travels from your cunt to your face multiple times, a grin on his lips whenever you happen to meet his eye. You bite your lip, lifting your hips slightly and squeezing your walls around his cock. It makes him grunt, fingers digging into your sides as his pace becomes choppy. Daichi’s voice is hoarse and breathy when he exhales his warning.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.”

You’re immediately trained on his expression: the scrunch of his eyebrows, his sweat on his forehead, the way his lips open slightly wider when he slams into you for the last time. He’s so handsome gasping for breath, body shaking once, goosebumps rising to his skin. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he fully empties himself into the condom, your hips squirming to get more of the feeling. When he cracks open his eyes to look at you, a soft smile on his face, you think you might be falling in love with him right then and there.

“Did you…?”

“Not yet.”

“Go ahead.”

Daichi leans down to kiss you, squeezing at your tits and rolling your nipples as you continue to touch yourself. It’s a bit awkward now that his weight is on you, but that doesn’t stop you. You keep him close, fingers buried in his hair as you bring yourself to a second orgasm. It’s his turn to watch you—you can feel his heated gaze on the side of your face when you cum again, squeezing and pulsing around his softened cock. He helps you along with wet kisses to your jaw, tugs to your nipples, and shallow thrusts that let him feel all of you.

Eventually your needy sounds grow to soft breaths that match Daichi’s slow exhales. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp when he lays his head down on your sweaty chest. There’s a moment when you just lay together, the room so quiet you think you can hear the beating of his heart (or maybe it’s your own.)

“The bed didn’t break,” he murmurs into your chest, pressing one last kiss there before sitting up. You almost frown when he pulls his cock from you but you manage to contain it at the last moment. “That’s a plus.”

“We’ll have to try your bed next time,” you quip, wiggling your body at him.

Daichi laughs, tying off the condom and throwing it away before offering you a hand. “Come on, let’s shower.”

“Are you going to wash my back?”

“Not if you don’t hurry up.”

You take his hand, letting him pull you to a stand. You wrap your arms around his waist, smiling up at him with a wicked grin. “You’re so nice to me, Daichi-nii.”

“Alright, let go,” he grumbles in annoyance, easily peeling your arms from around him. “You’re washing your own back.”

“No, wait, hey! I was just kidding! Daichi, wait for me!”

daichi with a sensitive neck, and a reader w a love for hickies + g/n reader!

nsfw !!

not proofreaded yet :,) might be typos

sometimes daichi likes acting indifferent when it comes to your advances, usually when he’s doing work and you’re being needy.

you love the way your boyfriend reacts when you press open mouthed kisses onto his neck, a sadistic smile always finding its way onto your face.

annoyed from lack of attention, sitting on your boyfriends lap originally just to be closer, you’re now on your usual routine of “getting daichi away from work”. hickies strewn from his jawline down his neck, how pretty he looked. you could feel his erection pressing into you, he was trying to keep his breaths low but they were coming out raggedy and desperate.

you make sure to leave the violet marks on the front of his neck, one next to his adam’s apple. your favorite part is always after and seeing him try to figure out how to cover them the next day, always laughing when he throws on a hoodie and tries to tie the drawstrings to cover them. you knew he was getting desperate when he started mumbling out your name like a mantra, his needy voice sending arousal straight through you.

“fuck- just give me a few more minutes.” he breathed out. your answer was obvious when you blatantly ignored him, instead licking and pressing kisses into the reddening love bites, feeling his dick twitch every time. his work long and abandoned while his hands finally settle onto your hips, moving your hips to slowly grind.

“i wonder what people would think if they seen daichi sawamura moaning under little ol’ me.” you taunt at him, he just sends a light smack to your ass. definitely his reminder of who’s usually doing all of the mean talking, he’s definitely going to treat you like a bitch after this.

you know that although you’re the one that has daichi panting and squirming under you right now, he’s going to put you back into your place. you crying under him while he ignores your cries of sensitivity, but the hickies that will cover his neck and chest while he presses your knees into your chest make him look all the better.

a/n: just a short one since i haven’t posted in what’s felt like a while, i’m t i r e d so maybe i’ll do some drabbles more often!

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏꜱʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ꜱᴀᴡᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ ᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀɴᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛᴀᴅᴀꜱʜɪ ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

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.”