Long heavy make out sessions with Daichi.

Desperate touches and clashing of teeth when he turns the more delicate kisses passionate.

His tongue rubbing against yours as he fights to taste as much of your mouth as physically possible, while you are doing the same.

Even when you both break for a breath you share the same air for that small moment, not wanting to move any further away.

Getting so lost in the moment that suddenly his weight is on you, his crotch grinding down so beautifully against your own.

Small moans and whines against his lips which only egg him on until he physically can’t take it any longer. He needs more.

Heavy make out sessions that lead to soft, desperate sex with Daichi.

As if you both went any longer you would perish without it, both so eager to feel the other.

Its hot, heavy and loud, he’s so loud when he’s this desperate. When he’s deprived himself for long enough that he cums quicker than usual, the groan that leaves his lips almost causes you to fall down after him.

But he couldn’t stop himself, just like he can’t stop apologising for how quickly he came, his fingers rubbing rhythmic circles on your clit and his mouth now attached to your chest.

By the time you are both done, you collapse in each others arms.

Soft reassuring words whispered between lovers, promises of forever and gentle touches are what follows.

You always wanted nights to start and end with Daichi.

A/N | Idk what this is… I am tired and just really want this with Daichi This is the first time in a while I have spontaneously written something, it feels good!! Its not proof read and literally written in like 5 mins so I apologise for any mistakes!

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!”