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despite being the strongest sorcerer, satoru gojo is terrified of his wife—aka, you.

many people view you as this sweet person who so happens to bring treats whenever you visit the high school, but to satoru? you are the scariest person known to man, and that's comparing you to all of the curses he's fought.

he still loves you dearly, for he's practically enamored with your every move, but he's seen you mad.

he knows what you're like when you're even a little bit irritated.

and you're scary.

you'd think that since satoru is the strongest, he could easily laugh off your anger or whatnot, but you're thinking wrong. satoru knows better than to try that.

of course, he had to learn before he knew not to mess with you when you were angry, but luckily for you, he's a quick learner.

or he became one when you got mad at him for the first time.

"toru, can you unload the dishwasher, please?" once again, you were left with the answer of satoru's light hum as he continued to scroll through his phone. you would understand if it was your first time asking him to do so, or even your second time, but no—this was your tenth time asking him. why did you bother asking him that many times? because you didn't want to seem like you were rushing him since there was all day to do them. but you originally asked him in the morning, and now, it was currently eight-o-clock at night. "satoru, i'm serious." your tone turned stern as you leaned against the kitchen counter—eyeing him as he remained seated at the kitchen table. "i asked you repeatedly throughout the day, and they're still not done." "why don't you do them? you're already in the kitchen..." he mumbled as he squinted at his phone, and a frown pulled at your lips. "because i've done them the past few days." "exactly! because you're good at it, baby." his tone was teasing—showing that he was seemingly trying to make this a joke—but it only irritated you more. "satoru, can you please just do them?" "and if i don't?—" satoru's words were cut off as a hand slammed on the table in front of him, and he was forced to look up from his phone. only to be met with your livid expression. his lips pursed as you stared down at him, and after a moment of silence, you snapped your fingers before pointing at the sink. "dishes." your single word only made him hastily nod, yet he remained seated before speaking. "can i go change first?" you narrowed your eyes in confusion and annoyance, "why do you need to change?" "because i just pissed myself."

ever since that day, he's always done what you've asked him to do. sometimes even before you can ask him to do something, he's already doing it.

why? because that single day showed him just how scary you were. you made the man question if he really was the strongest for a moment, too, and that's saying something.

despite the fact it's been a few years, and you've forgotten about that day completely, satoru is still quite scared of you. even narrowing your eyes at him gives him chills.

are you aware of this? no, you just think that satoru learned to listen to you since you both got married.

when in reality, he only listens to you because you scare him.

eventually, some people picked up the fact that satoru was scared of you, and those people so happened to be his students.

they would tease and mock him for being scared of you, and satoru couldn't even be mad at them for that. he would just chuckle while saying that they didn't understand how scary you were.

and then they jinxed themselves by saying that there was no way you could be scary enough to even make satoru scared of you.

but then they so happened to be goofing around in class one day when you were in there whilst satoru was trying to teach.

they left the room with an earful of manners and the image of your mad expression printed in their mind.

so, now they're scared of you, too.

and satoru isn't against it because it means he gets to use the 'wife' card whenever they're not listening to him.

"can you three stop venturing off?" is this how you used to feel when satoru didn't listen to you? currently, satoru was out on a mission with yuji, nobara, and megumi to prove that they could take down a curse. there had been reports of a few grade level 4 curses who were hanging around tokyo shopping centers, so while the students kept their eyes out for them, satoru was just there for supervision. and he was there due to the fact you decided to tag along with them because you wanted to shop. so, while you went away from them to go do your own thing, satoru was left to deal with his students. usually, he wouldn't mind, but it was the fact that instead of finding these curses and dealing with them to prove that they could go on missions, they decided that the shops were more interesting than that. which, granted, some of the shops were pretty cool. satoru had bought himself some treats when the students weren't looking—which was most of the time since they were fairly distracted. once again, usually, satoru wouldn't mind. but he does start to mind when it's insanely hot outside and his treats are starting to melt. "but gojo sensei, look at all the cool stuff!" yuji whined as he gestured to the stores, and nobara nodded her head in agreement. "exactly! i've never been to tokyo!" "you're both forgetting that we're here to prove you three can handle a curse—not to prove who can spend the most money." nobara only crossed her arms, "says the one who looks like he's spent thousands on sweets..." "that's because i'm a grown man! and i've already proven i can handle a curse..." satoru frowned at nobara's words—holding his treats closer to himself. "can't you three just look at the stores after you've found the curses?" "what if we don't find the curses until late and all the shops are closed?" yuji asked, and nobara hastily nodded her head. "exactly!" it was like arguing with toddlers. satoru could only sigh before taking his phone out of his pocket, "do i need to call mrs.gojo?" "I LOVE FINDING CURSES!" yuji shouted before rushing his steps while looking around, and nobara followed suit. "LET'S TAKE THEM DOWN!" even megumi's eyes widened as he followed the other two in their search. satoru could only chuckle before putting his phone back in his pocket, "works every time..." "call me for what?" the sound of your voice made satoru jump a little as he turned to face you, and a nervous chuckle left his lips while he stared at your narrowed eyes. "there's my wife! we were just wondering where you were!" once you raised an eyebrow, telling satoru to get to the point, he looked around for something to distract you. and he then noticed the bags in your hand. he gently took them from your hand before wrapping his free arm around your waist, and he started to lead you to his students while placing a kiss against your cheek. "i was just about to call you so you could see how much fun they're having looking for a curse!" once you gave him a soft smile at his answer, satoru couldn't help but smile back before pulling you closer. "how was your shopping spree?" of course, he knew the answer given the amount of bags in his hand, but he still couldn't help but ask because it meant he got to see you smile as you explained the different stores you went to. sure, satoru was a little bit scared of you, but who wasn't a bit scared of their wife? if it meant getting to love you and have you in his arms, satoru would gladly deal with you being scary.

a/n : we love a man who's obsessed but also scared of his wife.

comments & reblogs are appreciated !!

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continuation of this post ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

“y/n, ah!” nerdyclassmate!choso moaned as his head lolled back, fingers digging into your plush thighs as you bounce on his dick like you needed it. his mouth hung open, pretty moans spilling out as his thick shaft disappeared into your soaked pussy, over and over again. "bet you’ve jerked off to this, you dork.” you snapped at him, rolling your hips slow and deep, grinning your clit right against his pelvis. "nerdy little virgin, dreaming about fucking the class slut." the only thing the poor guy was capable of was whimpering, the sound cracking in his throat as your gummy walls nearly sucked the lingering consciousness out of him through his leaking tip.

"i—i can't—g-gonna cum—" choso whined, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he writhed beneath you. he couldn't handle the way your tight pussy gripped his shaft and tried to suck his cock deeper, the way your walls molded to his thick shaft. you—trying to keep yourself together as his thick tip bruises your cervix—looks down at his flustered face, skin red, black hair sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat adorned his forehead. you could tell he was close, you could feel it in the way his cock twitches violently inside of you, like he wanted to burst a load shamelessly into you.

"k-keep it inside," you managed to bite out, bouncing on his cock as the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, "—better not cum." what would everyone think if they found out a guy like choso fucked you? that you let the kid wjth fogged-up glasses fuck you dumb? they'd think you're an easy, cheap fuck. or maybe you took needed him for the homework answers and took advantage of it, maybe. but none of them knew what it felt like to be split open on a cock this big.

choso whimpered as he looked up at you, you looked down, his pink cheeks flushed, his glasses with the lenses fogged sitting on the bedside table from him probably knocking them off. "y-you, you look beautiful..." he huffs, squeezing the fat of your hip as you continue riding his dick. the softness in his voice is genuine. "s-shut up..." you hissed, feeling your walls flutter around his twitching cock.

he moaned, high and desperate, then his cock jerked violent inside of you, thick ropes spilling deep into your cunt as he came with a choked sob.

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i had a dream about this so i'm too far gone

giving nerdyclassmate!choso head for the first time ^^

"you're doing so good," you praise him, voice muffled as you bob your head steadily on his fat cock. spit strings from your lips, eyes watering as your throat strains around him, but fuck, it's worth it. he's huge. stretching your mouth to the limit, making your jaw ache in the best way. you’re honestly pissed at yourself for not getting in his pants earlier, who knew the quiet dork in the back of the class was hiding this?

"y/n i-i'm gonna cum..." he quietly huffs, running his fingers through your hair as he adjusts his hips in the chair. unlike the other guys you’ve been with—cocky, loud, full of bravado—he’s shy, shaky, almost scared of how good it feels, and his submissiveness stirs something deep in your core. you pull your head up, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop as you slap his tip on your tongue, looking up at him. "wait!" he jerks his hips up as his cock throbs in your hand. "don't stop, i-it feels good..."

total virgin.

"why should i?" you tease, dipping your mouth lower to trail kisses along his balls, tongue flicking playfully while your hand keeps pumping his soaked shaft. "beg for it."

his jaw clenches as he fights the urge to thrust. he’s flushed deep pink, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking to his forehead. you can tell he's close by the way he keeps twitching and you're about to ruin his orgasm, but that’s part of the fun!

"y/n, pleaseee." he whines, breath hitching. this time he yanks your hair, grabbing his own dick as he presses it against your lips. you give in, sucking his cock some more as he throws his head back.

you grin against him, giving in and sucking him down again, tongue dragging along the underside as you take him deeper, wetter, messier than before. he throws his head back with a choked moan, hands trembling, thighs clenching under your palms.

“shit—s-s’too much,” he whines, but his hips are still twitching, still trying to fuck into your mouth like he can’t help himself. poor thing doesn’t even know how to handle getting head.

you pull back again, licking up the length of his cock slow like you’re savoring it. “thought you wanted to cum,” you murmur, breath warm and filthy against his tip. “what, too much for you, pretty boy?”

his whole face is red, glasses slipping down his nose, lips parted and panting. “n-no, i want it—please keep going, i’ll cum, i swear—!”

you press a kiss to his slit, watching his whole body jerk. “then be a good boy and let me taste it.”

his hips stutter as he cums hard, moaning through gritted teeth as thick spurts paint your tongue, your lips, your cheeks. he tries to cover his mouth with one hand, but he’s shaking too bad, moaning your name like it’s the only word he knows. you milk him through it with slow strokes, licking him clean as he falls back against the chair like you just ruined him.

you crawl up into his lap, lips and chin still messy, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “not bad for your first time,” you purr. “next time, i’ll let you finish inside.”

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Could I request whatever idea you have for pegging Atsumu? Thank youu~

dom!reader, pegging, begging, teasing

"doing so good for me, darling." You coo, rubbing at Atsumu's exposed waist before squeezing it. You watch him squirm underneath you and watch as he lets out a gasp that turns into a whiny moan when you thrust into him.

"g-go faster, please"

You chuckle at his neediness.

"but atsumu." The way his name rolls off your tongue so smoothly makes a shiver run through his body. "you're already falling apart when i've barely done anything, imagine what will happen if i go faster.

He whines at your teasing and whimpers when you speed up your thrusts. He knows that soon he'll start crying from all the pleasure just because it feels so good.

"but i dont mind when you become a mess underneath me, though."

Your fingers ghost over his exposed nipples. Atsumu gulps at the teasing grin on your face, knowing he'll be in for a long night.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

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Contains: Handjobs , semi praise kink , sub Kotaro Tamon

Kotaro Tamon, who is so damn whipped for you. He lets you do anything you want. Want to go out to eat? Sure, why not? Wanna go get your favorite manga? He’ll pay for you! Wanna jerk him off while you watch a movie? Okay, go for it.

He can’t get enough of your touch; he’s practically fucking your hand, begging for more. “You’re so good for me, Kotaro, such a good boy.” Such simple praises make his eyes roll back as your thumb rubs over his sensitive tip. His moans fill the room as he nears his orgasm. It’s kind of embarrassing that you’re making him feel this good with just your hand. He isn’t thinking about that right now, though. All he can think about is your hand on his sensitive cock and your voice whispering sweet praises to him. “I’m gonna cum,” he pants between sweet moans. He still looks to you for permission, though. “Go ahead,” that’s all he needs to hear before letting out a drawn moan and soft whimpers as he spills over your hand and his stomach. Small thank-yous spill from his lips as he tries to catch his breath.

He’s definitely whipped.

♡

Sorry this is kind of ass , I haven't written in forever

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It's obvious Daichi gets off powerful top dom vibes. But I think he'd be so cute as a bottom. All big and strong in front of the team but the second he sneaks off to meet you in the locker room, he practically melts in your arms!

Noooo for real,

I feel like, he’s a good boy :( he doesn’t really need to be degraded or taught a lesson because he always follows the rules! Of course people like to lean on him, and he thought you’d be the same way too.. but you just gotta show him you’re willing to take the lead, he’ll be nervous, but oh so willing and such a good listener.

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SMASH, SMASH, SMASH, SMAAAAAAASHHHH

i wanna fuck them till they’re crying and whimpering under me begging for more(obviously with consent😭)

ANYWAYS FEMDOM READER SUPREMACY WHERE YALL ATTTT BRO💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

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Day 36 ~ Posting my favourite ships :

Yui Michimiya 🏐🧧 | Sawamura Daichi 🏐🥇

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this is me and ur son btw

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nerd!gojo always pulls a face and complains when you mess with his glasses.

but it’s different when he’s trying to study and you’re just messing with him for the sake of it. he can cope with that, scrunch his nose up and swat your hand away and pretend he’s not secretly hoping you give him even more of your attention.

what he can’t cope with is when you pluck the glasses off his flushed face when you’re about to sit on his face. it’s like an extra level of preparation that does unnecessary things to his blood flow. you fold them all nice and set them on the bedside table and then lower yourself onto his lips to take what you please from it.

he can’t handle it. he has to thank whatever divine creature crafted you that you’re not paying any attention to his cock because even a glance in its direction from you at that point could set him off. he’d be cumming ropes with no plausible reason besides your presence!

so imagine what happens when you’re riding him, he’s sticky and hard inside of you and on the last threads of his sanity, when you reach over to the bedside table and slip his glasses onto his face with a pretty ‘want you to see how you’re stretching me out even better, toru. you see that? so big inside me…’

he cums so hard he starts praying to you that’s what.

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Karasuno: Risky sex

Timeskip Haikyuu!

WARNING: risky sex, mommy kink, slight bondage, finger sucking, public sex, locker sex, creampie, unprotected sex. Handjob, nipple sucking, shower sex, mention of blowjob, pegging, eating out, toys, anal, vaginal, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, squirting, slight humiliation, thigh ridding, slight choking

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Daichi

You two were in the locker room, his hands tied behind him with your tie as you sunk down on to him. Without letting him adjust, you stuffed your fingers into his mouth as you bounced on his cock, his moans being muffled as he tried to stay still so he wouldn't knock something over. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your hips rolled downwards which made his eyes shut and moan more. The way his cock filled your cunt and digging deeper with every bounce made your pussy clench around him, his eyelids fluttering from the sudden tightness and he couldn’t help but unconsciously roll his hips which made your head hang low, moans of his name rolling off your tongue as your puffy clit grinds against his pelvis. Rolling your hips slowly, you moved your legs to sit on your knees to move easier and squeeze his cock tighter with the new position and the poor boy looked so fucked out that his head leaned back against the wall, lips parted as drool slipped down the corner of his mouth and eyes barely opened to see you smirk at him.

“Are you already fucked dumb, hm? Is my pussy that good you got so dumb?” You taunted as you reached up to tap his cheek to make sure he was still there.

He stuck his tongue out which you instantly knew what he wanted so you placed your thumb on the wet muscle which earned you a soft pant from the submissive boy, “Yes, Mommy.”

You both knew that fucking in the locker room in the police precinct was wrong, getting caught would put a dent on his image and record and you being a lawyer, it would cause rumors of inappropriate conduct but it made it worth it to you two. Something about being nasty in that room made you two more aroused than usual and you knew this would be a one time thing since this was way too risky to be a common occurrence so you had to make the most out of it. Pulling your thumb away and pulled the pussydrunk man into a sloppy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance while the lewd and wet sounds from where you two connected echoed off the walls and it only made Daichi more eager, moving his legs to bend them and thrusted up into you which made you pull away to moan and pull him close to your chest, his face pressed against the black lace of your bra which he was more than happy about.

“So eager.” You whispered while matching his thrusts, your sopping pussy sucking him in and clenching more around him, “Gonna make me cum baby, gonna cum.” Your head thrown back, his tip kisses your cervix.

“Cum, Mommy-” he was cut off by the sounds of laughter from outside the door, footsteps following after which made you two freeze.

Your eyes trailed to the door as the sound of laughter was coming closer and both of your guys' hearts were pounding against your chests but you didn't stop. Pulling your legs up into a squatting position and began to bounce quickly, trying to make you two cum quicker, not wanting to stop since you were so so close and his dick throbbed against your gummy walls which made you groan soggily. He stares up at you, his eyes glossy as he grows nervous since the laughing was getting closer and you were still bouncing, your fingers digging into his shoulders while you started to chant ‘cumming’ over and over until your cunt tightens around him and your juices spray onto his dick and lower abdomen, letting out a silent scream from the intense orgasm and he couldn’t help but cum too. Warmth filled your stomach as he released inside your cunt, thrusting sloppy to ride out his high as the people outside the room passed the door, signaling they were walking towards the evidence room.

Suga

Suga was pressed against his desk after you pushed everything off of it after locking the door before you even thought of touching him. His shirt was pulled off as you kissed down his neck, your tongue occasionally lapping at the soft skin which sent shivers down his spine and his hands clutching to your shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. Once getting to his chest, you noticed his puffy and pink nipples poking out, the small little buds enticing you so you just had to give one of them a kitty licks, loving how he would jolt with every wet touch to them and let out small squeaks in embarrassment. His hands went up to your hair and gently tugged on the soft strands while whimpering for you to stop, fearing they would get swollen and hurt but you showed no care as you mercilessly sucked and licked them like they were candy, moaning at how responsive his body was with every touch to the little buds. Looking up through your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you grazed your teeth against the aroused bud which made one eye closed as a shot of pain tingled across his chest but it only made his dick twitch.

"B-Babe.." he panted softly, hands leaving your hair to try to push you off but you only held his push against you, not leaving any room for him to escape.

Pulling away, a string of saliva attached to his nipple to your mouth made him gulp, "Yes, Kitten?" You purred, tongue licking at the perky nipple which made him whine.

"Can you take off my pants and touch me, please?" He asked, his voice was soft and whiny.

You smiled before placing a kiss to his nose then unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down to see he wasn't wearing underwear. You looked at his flustered form with a smirk, scoffing slightly at the thought of him not wearing any underwear while teaching to his students, his mind on you most of the day thanks to a picture you sent so you knew he was hurting most of the day due to the zipper pressing against his erection. Feeling generous, you cupped his balls and squeezed them which made him gasp, head leaned back onto his desk while his hands gripped your shoulders. Your hands rubbing in between squeezes, gently pinching the sack which has him whimpering and squirming under your touch as he lets out cries for you to stop being mean. Chuckling at how whiny he became, you slowly trailed your hand up, fingers softly brushing against his twitching and aching cock before they wrapped around his tip and slowly sunk down the base until they rested above his balls, hand squeezing around him.

“You look so pretty right now,” Suga let out shaky breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands clutched the end of his desk, “I just want to ruin you until you’re only able to remember just my name.” Your tongue glides across your lips at the delicious thought of him crying and ruining himself in such a place as his classroom, knowing anyone could walk past by and hear him crying for you.

Asahi

He was so nervous when you came into the bathroom when he was in the shower because this was his parents’ house, the couple was in the living room watching a movie and here you are, walking into the bathroom with lewd intentions. Locking the door, you turned to the tall submissive who was peeking out behind the shower curtain with a bashful expression and smiled before rushing to strip off your clothes which made him close the curtain quickly. Chuckling, you pushed the curtain open slightly and slipped into the shower to see Asahi covering his crotch with his hands, his face red as can be and his eyes squeezed shut. He was hoping you wouldn’t try anything with his parents home since you two came to visit on a holiday weekend but he should have known better, you love to test limits and be risky which he does like but at his parents’ house? He didn’t want them to hear him be so girly with you.

"Y-Y/n...... I th-think you shouldn't be in here..here.." he whispered, pressing his naked body against the cold tile wall behind him.

You smiled at the tall male and slowly approached him before trapping him with your hand on either side of him, "Darling, I know you want it, you always love being so lewd in the shower at home so why would it be any different here?" You meowled as he slowly opens his eyes to look at you nervously, sweat and water dripping down his face while he covers his crotch in hopes that his erection would go down.

He couldn’t help but get aroused by the situation. It was true, he loved shower sex because it made it easier for him to stand while you do whatever to him, caging him against the wall while the steam filled the confined space and made it a little hard to see his embarrassing expressions. Upon seeing his nervous form, you pulled your arms away from him which made him relax but he stiffened up once again when you slowly squatted down in front of him, being face to well, hands, with such an intimate area and you only have a expression of joy just knowing he was aroused just like you. You smiled while making eye contact as you pulled his hands away from his crotch before trailing your eyes to his crotch, allowing him to relax into your hold before stiffening once more when noticing how the look in your eyes showed no form of mercy, knowing you were going to do something that would make it hard for him to hold back any noise . Taking his length into your hand, you looked back at him to see him biting his bottom while pushing his long hair out of his face before looking back at his cock and pressed kisses to his tip.

“Relax,” you hissed softly, tongue out and pressed against the underside of his cock, “I’ll be gentle.” You manage to say before taking his length into your mouth.

Tanaka

Tanaka was bent over your old bed, your strap was deep in him as you pushed your sweatpants further down, pushing more into him which drew out a low grunt from the male. Tanaka was moaning loudly and crawling at your blanket to try to hold something, your right hand was holding his head down onto the bed as your left held his left thigh onto your bed, holding him flushed against you as you pounded into your husband. Your younger siblings were asleep two rooms over since you two were babysitting while your parents were gone for the week so you knew you two had a lot of time on your hands. Your thrusts grew sloppier as you leaned down to kiss his shoulder, trying to slow down so the kids didn’t wake but the way his hole gripped and sucked the strap back into him made it hard to pull out without him whining. He wanted you to keep going, go harder and faster, he didn’t want you to stop so he began to roll your hips back, meeting you halfway which pushed the toy deeper. The hand on the back of his head moved, sliding down to his lower back to hold him there while you began to pound into him, his eyes rolling back as his jaw goes slack, drool dripping down his chin while he let out a silent scream, unsure if he could even let out a sound as you showed no mercy on his poor ass. The hand on his leg let go and held his hip to pull him closer to the edge of the bed.

His eyes rolled back as your strap slammed right into his prostate, "F-Fuck yes Mo..Mommy! Rig.. Ngh...Right there!" He yelled; you quickly leaned forward and pushed your left hand fingers into his mouth to quiet him.

"You like that, huh? You like it when Mommy fucks you like the dirty little slut you are, huh?" You growled against his ear, your teeth scraping against his earlobe.

His moans muffled against your fingers with every thrust, his tongue swirling around them before slipping between each digit to soak them. His eyes were hooded in lust as the corner of his mouth curled into a lustful smile, drool and saliva dripped down his chin. Pulling more against your, you nibbled on his ear which made his dick throb and smear precum on your white blanket, your strap shoved completely inside him, making his vision go white as he cum while you drill more into him. He felt you in his stomach, reshaping his hole in the shape of your fake dick as you rearranged his guts until he was a drooling and braindead slut under you. Your lips pressed kisses to his check while you moaned out taunts just to see him whine and take your fingers further into his mouth, gagging slightly on them while his tongue continued to wet them. His mind was blank and filled with cotton, making him only be able to think of you, your scent and your fake dick. He didn’t care your siblings are sleeping, he wanted to show you how good you made him feeling so he pulled away from your fingers and squirmed under you, wanting to see you completely which thankfully, you understood so you pulled out which pulled a whine from his throat before helping him flip over, laying on his back and completely ignoring the fact he laid on his cum.

“Mommy,”he gritted his teeth as you pushed back into him, the strap slammed into his prostate which made his eyes screw shut, “Fuck, Mommy, ‘o good.” he cried as you rolled your hips.

A smirk formed onto your face, watching how his expressions changed every time the strap went deeper, “You really are one needy whore.”

Nishinoya

"Mommy~ I want my pathetic little dick in your pussy, " Noya purred as he pushed your body down onto his bed and he slowly crawled onto your lap, "What do you say Mommy? Let your little bitch fuck your pussy like the dumb slut he is?" His hands slowly slip into your bra and massage your breasts.

You looked at him with a amused expression, thinking of denying him but decided to give in, "Fine," you smirked and wrapped a hand around his neck, tightening it which had him moaning, "I will let you fuck me but if you dont make me cum within two minutes I'll punish you."

A lopsided smile formed on his face, his hips instantly grinding against yours, “Understood.”

With that, you moved your hand away which made him quickly slide off your lap and tug off your sweats, his tongue poked against his cheek while he struggled to calm himself long enough to pull the article of clothing off completely. Once he discarded the pants, he let out a whine once seeing your panties. The pretty purple and white lace made it hard for him to focus, he wanted to take them off but seeing the dark patch between your soft thighs made him decide against it and got on his stomach. Pulling your legs apart, he shoved his face between your thighs until his mouth was an inch away from your cunt, his hot breath against the wet patch on your panties made you shiver. You thought he was going to push the material aside but against your judgment, he parted his lips and pressed his tongue flat against your pussy. A moan fell from your lips as your hand went down to his head, lacing your fingers through his hair and yanking his head closer. His tongue moving up and down slowly and curling slightly to catch your clothed clit which made your thighs shake, the sensitive bud seemed to catch his attention clearly because he began to tease it with his tongue then catch it between his lips to suck on. Your fingers began to massage and yank at his head, trying to pull him off your poor little clit but Yuu wasn’t letting go, his hands held your plush thighs open as he continued his ministrations which ripped soft moans and whimpers from you, his eyes flicked up to yours to see how you glared at him.

“S-Stop Yuu,”a gasp was ripped from your throat as he pushed the now soaked material to the side and pressed his tongue flatly against your glistening folds, making your back bow off the mattress, “Fuck, baby, more.”

It wasn’t often that he could surprise you like this, you were usually more aware of his plan so seeing you pulling him closer and grinding down onto his tongue as his wet muscle slipped between your lower lips to slip into your sopping pussy, “So good.” his voice came out slurried as your slick filled his mouth, cumming quicker than you expected.

“What’s going on in there?” Takeo called from behind the door.

You both froze in place. You weren’t weren’t aware they were back, given the Tanaka siblings wanted to explore Rio for a while so it was surprising they came back hours earlier than expected. Pushing him off, you rushed to get dressed along with Yuu because knowing those two, they would storm in if they wanted to, “Nothing! J-Just unpacking!” you yelled back, in hopes she wouldn’t come in and bother you two just yet.

Kageyama

You both were in the supply closet in the gym, his cock ring was buzzing as he was on knees with his mouth attached to your clit. You stood above him as he ate you out, his tongue explored every inch of your pussy while he cried from sensitivity; you pressed a sock covered foot against his dick which he subconsciously began to grind against it. Your moans mixed with the wet sounds of him lapping up your juices and the humming of the cock ring filled the dark room. Your hands in his hair held him in place and gently guided him as you gently grinded down onto his face, watching how his eyes were closed in bliss and soft but slurried moans of ‘Mommy’ were muffled between your thighs. Your head was leaned back, moans and praises rolled off your tongue which only went down to his dick and he just slid his hands that held your calves up to your thighs and squeezed them. Something about stopping by during your lunch break just to be dragged to the storage room by Tobio just for him to have you sit on his face for an hour really melted you, it was as if he was sucking all the stress and tension out with every suck to your clit.

"Just like that, baby boy." You moaned as he slipped his tongue out and began to suck onto your swollen clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers and thrusting them into your dripping cunt.

"Mhm~ Mommy!" He hummed against your clit, he was completely in subspace as he forced his fingers to go further into you.

Kageyama was so lost in his task that he didn't notice the way you gripped his hair tightly in shock, Aran opened the door to get more volleyballs only to see you two once light flooded the room. Being so close to cumming, you only helped him stimulate your clit by slapping the small bud as you went back to grinding against him once Aran flusteredly shut the door, yelling at Atsuma and Bokoto that there were no more. It didn’t seem to bother Kageyama at all, he just yanked his hands out and buried his tongue back in, whining that he needed to make you cum with his tongue. His hips started to stutter with every grind of your foot, he was about to cum and you knew it so you moved your foot faster which made him pull back slightly to whine and look up at you with tears in his eyes. He looked so cute with flushed cheeks that had tears falling down them and his lower half of his face coated in your slick. Poor baby was so lost in the pleasure, you weren’t sure after this he'd be able to practice because he was too pussy drunk to think on his own. With one last rough rub to his throbbing dick, he came, releasing milky white liquid onto your soak and his stomach as his lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes rolled back.

Tsukishima

Your fingers were deep in his hole as he leaned forward in your lap, he sat in your lap with no intentions of this but you pushed his sweats and underwear down to access it. Tsukki pulled his sweater sleeve covered hand over his mouth as Yamaguchi and Hinata sat in front of you two studying, your fingers curling which made him choke back his moans. It was rare for these two to join your study date in one of the empty classrooms and they just so happen to bust through the door when you hand two fingers deep in the blonde’s hole. With his eyes trained on his notebook, he struggled to write down notes with every rub to his velvety walls and on top of that, the other two would turn to him occasionally to ask a question which earned them a shaky response and glare. He was praying they’d leave soon because you showed no sign on stopping soon which scared the boy, he was really worried that you’d make him cum in front of his friends, make him grip the table and let out such girly and gross noises in front of them while his eyes cross and he drools all over his study material because your fingers slam into his prostate. You hummed softly against the back of his neck happily while you stopped moving your hand and made him let out a soft sigh, swallowing all his shame as he thought you decided to show mercy since you started to pull you fingers out but panic and fear washed over his as he felt your ring finger press against his stretched hole. He turned his head and began to shake it slightly, staring back at you with wide eyes but the playful smirk and lustful gaze of yours made his already throbbing cock twitch painfully at the thought of being split open on your fingers in front of the others. Slipping in your new digit in with your others made him let out a strangled gasp and moan, head dropping into his hand as his eyes rolled back. The stretch was too much for him in this position, without warning, he creamed his pants once the third finger sat tightly along with the others and were jammed forward into his sensitive spot.

Leaning forward, you placed your head on his shoulder with a smirk on your lips, "You ok baby? Do you need help?" You asked for the two's attention, making his face burn more from embarrassment.

Tsukki grew ashamed of everything, getting off on Hinata’s and Yamaguchi’s concern for him but refused to let their attention grow more on him, "N..No I'm fine.." he grunted, your fingers thrusting quickly which made him bite his lip.

The two went back to working as Tsukishma tried to work on his notes and you grew more mischievous, scissoring your fingers making Tsukki's eyes widen while muffling his moans.he couldn’t help it anymore, bouncing slightly back onto your fingers and taking them deeper, you began to twist your wrist while pushing them deeper and curling them into all the right spots. He felt his stomach growing hot once again, knowing he was going to cum again soon made his head spin. Tsuki felt some disgust with himself, hating how he was getting off being fucked in front of his oblivious friends but who could blame him? His gorgeous girlfriend was finger fucking his ass while snaking her free arm around his thin waist to pull him closer, making him choke on his saliva as her three fingers were knuckles deep into his equivalent of a boy pussy and turning him into your own personal fleshlight for your fingers, making him cream his pants until it was soaked and uncomfortable to wear.

Kiyoko

Nothing was more risky in Kiyoki's mind than you being horny at a get together with the old team at the house. Your fingers were deep in her puffy pussy, thrusting them quickly in the bedroom as everyone else was getting drunk and talking about funny memories of high school. Loud wet squelches of her sopping pussy along with her high pitched moans made you groan, dipping your head down to flick your tongue at her swollen bud which made her hips jolt up into your touch. She knew she was being too loud with all the cries and moans but the poor girl couldn’t control her noises with every thrust into her sweet spot, making a new rush of slick to drip down your wrist and pool onto the bright yellow blanket under you both. Her sweet scent and taste made you drown into the basic urge to make her cum so you twist your wrist and curl you long digits into the sensitive gland, making her body jolt and shake, eyes rolling back and jaw going slack as she let out a loud cry while clear liquid sprays onto your arm and mouth. Her hands grip the sheet in desperation as you don't slow down, you only attack her poor pussy more while catching her juices as they release with your mouth.

“M-Mommy!” she cried, her head pressing deeper into the bed while her legs kick in sensitivity but you only replace your fingers with your mouth, sucking on her sensitive entrance.

Your eyes closed in bliss, holding her hips down onto your mouth, “That’s right pretty, give Mommy that sweet pussy.” you growled into her clit, forcing more cries out of her.

At this point she’s sure the others hear you two and it burned her cheeks in shame, she knew they wouldn’t let this go but at this point she couldn’t do anything but helplessly rut against your face while you bring her second orgasm close. Sucking and slurping at her gushing pussy made him whine and try once again to escape your intense mouth but you gripped her hips close, not giving her chance to run away which made her cry, pretty and fat tears falling down her sweaty and red face and her hands shot down to your hair and yanked it, body bowing off the bed while her thighs squeeze your head. She couldn’t control herself at all this point, her glasses now fully off her face while she thrash around while she pleads with you, begging you to let loose and give her a break but you didn’t listen or care, you wanted her to cum once more to get a better taste of her cum. Her soft and pale skin was wet with cum and sweat and painted with pretty hickeys and now forming bruises from your ironclad grip on her hips and thighs. She looked like a mess and you didn’t want it any other way.

Yachi

"Ngh~ ah! Ma..Mama!" She moans as your lips wrapper around her small nipple.

Her beautiful strawberry pink dress sleeves were pushed down to allow you to see her perky breasts and gave you access to her pretty pink erect nipples that were basically begging for attention. Pulling away from her nipple after sucking on it, you move to her neck and kiss the untouched skin, your hands pushing up the frilly skirt to rub her clothed pussy with your knee which made her hands hold your shoulders to hold her up and she instinct humped your thigh. The dressing room wasn’t big enough for more than two people so you really had to be careful not to alarm anyone or get hurt from fooling around so you stuck to pinning her against the wall. Her hips rutting against your thigh forced cute little moans out, her head pressed against the wall as her eyes closed from the pleasure and anxiety, afraid to look at you or anywhere as if an employee would walk in and see them. You found it so cute so you pressed your lips at the base of her throat and kiss the soft skin there while your hands dropped the skirt of the dress and trailed up to her waist and helped move more, dragging her hips faster and purposely scrapping your teeth against her skin which made her knees almost buckle.

“Look at you,” you pulled away to see her face slowly turning into a fucked out expression, “Getting fucked out already and I haven’t done much, just wait until we get home baby. Imma have you all spread out on the bed, pussy dripping, and your favorite toy shove so, so, so deep in your pretty little cunt it will split you open for me.” you whispered lustfully, making her circle her hips on your knee just to see her bite her lip to quite herself.

Her clit rolling and throbbing on your knee with every roll of her hips makes her slowly tense up, her orgasm close and she couldn’t help herself anymore, her hands on your shoulders let go to wrap her arms around your neck and pull you closer, “Oh god, please, don’t stop.” she whimpers, opening her eyes to stare into your with need.

Yamaguchi

Yams was panicking and for a good reason-You thought it would be a fun idea to mess around in Tanaka's house, in his bathroom to be exact. The old team was over to hangout and he brought you which wasn’t unusual but you horny since that afternoon after Yams thought it would be a good idea to send a video of himself fingering his hole when you were in class, all thanks to him having no classes. Yams was bent over the sink with your fingers deep in his hole, thrusting your digits quickly while pushing three fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as your fingers in his mouth slipped further, hitting the back of his throat which made him gag around them. The fingers in his hole slowly scissored him open and he let out such a beautiful noise, gagging more along letting out broken moans all thanks to your fingers curling slightly into his prostate and it made his twitching dick leak all over the sink. Snot, drool, and tears were now dripping from his face and you forced him to face the mirror so he had no choice but to see how pathetic he looked and it really made him feel disgusted with himself. Getting ruined in his friend’s bathroom and he wanted it, it really made him want to cry if Tanaka were to question what they were doing.

"You look so cute like this, Yams." You purred against the shell of his ear, eyes staring into his through the mirror while pulling your fingers out, allowing him to breathe more.

Yamaguchi whimpers and coughs, his head hanging low while wiping his face off with his hoodie sleeve but was pushed down onto the sink counter which made him let out a squeak in surprise. You laughed softly before pushing one of his legs onto the toilet next to the sink and pulled your fingers out. Tadashi was nervous now. Slowly, he turned his head to the side to see you turning to your bag next to you, that was hanging on the door, and grabbed a glass dildo from the outside pocket which made his face flush a bright red. He was a stuttering mess now, trying to whisper-shout how it wasn’t a good idea but you ignore him since his body reacted differently. His aching dick was twitching and throbbing against the cold marble of the sink and his hips naturally pushed back like they always did when he was excited, and plus, he never said the safeword to stop so you knew he didn’t want to stop. and pressed it against his fluttering hole, "I'm going to stretch you open so good that you'll be begging for more." You growled.

Ukai

Nothing was more scandalous and risky for a coach than having sex during practice but luckily for him, there was a supply closet no one bothers to go in until after practice. You two were sitting on the floor room, in a far corner were he was fucking himself on your strap, heavy breaths left him with every bounce from him with the slaps of skin echoed off the dark room walls, his dick slaps against his shirt clad abdomen and stains the white material in how precum. His eyes rolled back, jaw slacked with his tongue lobbying out as he drools all over himself, and his head full of the thought of your fake cock stuffed deep in his hole. Leaning against the wall, you watched him while your hands pushed themselves under his shirt to play with his nipples and enjoy the view of him going dumb from your strap, cooing praises and dirty words at the braindead bitch in front of you. His hands gripping your shoulders tightly and his knees framing your sides as he bounces.

"Fuck! Mommy you're so deep!" His deep voice was low and husky as he moaned, eyes barely able to stay open and forced on you with every deep thrust to his sweet spot.

You smirked, "Am I?" With that your hands draped to his hips and held them down as you fucked up into him which made him go cross eyed.

His deep moans filled the room along with loud slaps against his ass, your hands slapping his ass with every thrust. He was feeling overwhelmed with everything, his mind going fuzzy and his eyes wide open as he clawed down your back, trying his best to hold onto you which made a large grin break out on your face. Not caring about how loud you two were at this point, you laid him down while thrusting into him; Ukai’s mouth hanging wide open in silent screams as he cums, painting both of your stomach in his release. His back bowing forward and molding into yours as you pound into it without rest, your feet locked in place as your thrust grows harsher and your hands on his hips slam him down onto your strap until he squirts his second release onto himself. The poor man’s vision goes completely white as he clings to you, deep cries and begs for more, despite the fact soon he will have to exit this room and dismiss everyone who may or may not be in the gym.

Takeda

Crying and pleading filled the empty teacher lounge room, Takeda on the couch naked as you hover over him, a vibrating dildo ruthlessly thrusted into his abused hole. The submissive male squirming and clawing at the cushions under him in an attempt to get away after his third denial of his release but you caged him under you, your knees pressed into his thighs to hold him in place. Angry growls and taunts left your lips while your free hand came down hard onto his balls, they’re a bright red from the hard hits that match his poor dick. The leaking and throbbing length of twitch against his lower abdomen pathetically and he just wished you’d let him cum but after his outburst a few hours ago from the stress made you refuse his release, wanting to make sure he’s aware of his place at the moment. Turning off the toy, he started to cry helplessly while trying to move his hips down onto to get himself off but you pulled the toy, earning a high pitch wail.

"No no no, please, Wanna cum ‘o bad! Please Mommy!” He sobs pathetically, tears and snot running down his face out of frustration and stress of being denied once more.

Pressing the toy against his puckering hole with a sadistic smile, "I bet you haven't told Ukai why you're so good at getting on your knees and begging for something ," shoving the toy back into him made his back bow off the couch, eyes rolling back as the toy was turned back in and thrusted directly into his prostate which made his body go limp as he cums hard, vision going white and a loud airy scream left his throat, "You're so fucking pathetic."

Ennoshita

"Get on your damn knees.” You purred, sitting on the edge of your chair and hiking up your skirt.

He didn't waste a second to drop to his knees and buried his face between your thighs and licked your wet folds. Your hand went into his hair and massaged his scalp while he works his tongue up and down your pussy, tongue circling your clit before dipping down to press into your entrance. His eyes flicked up to you, silently asking permission but you raised an eyebrow which he took it as a no and went back to reading your little bud. It was your guys break so you two spent it in your office, having him work all the tension out so he shoved his face further into your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked on it gently which made you lean back into your chair, using your free hand to undo your blouse and cup your bra clad breast, gently kneading it. Chikara was moaning into your sex with every suck at your clit down to your lower lips, sucking and slurping at your slick but never pushing his tongue into you like he wants to. He was a good boy after all.

“Just like that baby, give my clit some kisses.” You moaned, gently dragging his head back up to the throbbing bud that he quickly kissed and licked.

“Doctor l/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Your friend, Doctor Ito called from behind the closed door following a knock.

Quickly, you fixed your shirt and pushed you and him further under the desk, “C-Come in!” With that, Doctor Ito opened the door and walked to the front of your desk.

Hinata

His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and slobbering all over the aroused bud as your hand pumped his dick with the flesh light, bring him to his first orgasm in the guest room of Kenma’s house. He knew it was wrong to do this at his best friend’s house but you promised to be quick about it so he allowed you to pull him into your lap and have your way with him. His eyes are closed and he shoves his face further into your breast, sucking harsher when the toy was squeezed tightly around his length and jerked up and down his base, hugging his throbbing dick in the tight and wet walls of the toy. Mindless blabbering left his lips as he popped off your nipple, his eyes cracking open slightly to stare at you with a distant look. Poor boy gets easily drunk off pleasure. Moving your hand in a different position, you began to pump the toy faster which made him wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull himself against you and bury his face into the crook of your neck. Moaning and hiccuping into your skin, Shoyo began to gently thrust up into the toy, cumming in the fake pussy shape toy.

Your hand doesn’t ease up, in fact it seem to move faster making him shake and cry from sensitivity , “It’s ok baby, Mommy is here,” you press a kiss to his shoulder, “Mommy is going to make you feel so good.”

Hinata couldn’t form words besides “please” even though he wanted to stop, not wanting to get too loud and bother Kenma with such inappropriate noises but he couldn’t. Hinata just kept moaning and whimpering for more which earns him hushed praises and kisses while your hand moves the toy, ducking his cum deeper into the toy. Pumping his dick steadily growing slower every time he whimpers out please and breathily laugh at how cute he was, thrusting into the toy and clinging to you the best he could and not once looking at you.

[lycheeteaaa194]

-> somebody come get her (she's dancing like a stripper)

-> SUMMARY

You have bills to pay. That's the only thing on your mind when you go in for your shift at the strip club. The only thing on your mind until you see Daichi.

Daichi doesn't expect to find you, the girl of his dreams, at the strip club. In fact, he's 99% certain he shouldn't be here. But now he can't stop thinking of all the things he'd let you do to him.

Will your mutual attraction pay off for the both of you?

-> STATS

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Stripper!Reader (get that bread!)

Rating: M for Mature, MDNI

Warnings: My take on a corruption kink except Daichi's the one getting corrupted

Tags: Corruption, strangers to lovers, smut I tell you, filthy filthy smut with my husband, strip club au, oral (m receiving), p in v, creampie, a bit of choking (like a tiny bit), hair pulling, nasty nasty f*cking with my husband, sex in public (sorta, it's in a public restroom), a little dominant confident Reader (if I missed anything y'all can let me know in the DM's)

Word Count: 6.3K

Author's Note: I knew the moment I saw Mint's post . : HERE : . that I had to write something about it. They obligingly gave me the go ahead to be inspired so off I went a-writing. Obviously, this might be considered mild corruption by some but to me? This was like I went into a blackout and woke up not knowing what year it was. So, here you go, enjoy some nasty filthy smut with my love!

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Moodboard

“Rent’s due on Monday,” your roommate reminds you, concern masked with sympathy clear on her face. She’s not trying to be mean or overbearing but damn it, the stress of the situation makes you want to snark back. But you don’t.

“Do you have your half?” She nods. You nod back decisively. “I’m working tonight. Fridays are good days to work. It’s my first one without shadowing anyone. I’ll have the rest of my half in tips, don’t worry.” Her face brightens as she pours herself a glass of orange juice, sunlight streaming in the kitchen window of the tiny two-bedroom apartment you share with her.

“Thank god. The landlord’s being an ass again. We’ve been late one time. I have half a mind to give him a list of all the things wrong in this shithole instead of the check.” You roll your eyes conspiratorially but in reality, you don’t know if you’ll make your half in tips or not. Maybe your boss will give you an advance. You’ll talk to him tonight. He was surprisingly reasonable so the odds were at least in your favor.

Either way, you’ll get the money. You just hope you’ll be able to put the nervous energy thrumming through your veins to good use.

Daichi Sawamura should not have come here tonight. The guys in the office had convinced him, said there was a new pretty girl who was exactly his type. But this place was not the sort he was used to coming to. It wasn’t that this establishment was a bad one or that he had any problem with it; people had to make money how they could. Empowerment and autonomy and all that. It was more that he felt a little inadequate if he was being completely honest with himself. He wouldn’t know what to do with someone from here. He was used to good girls, the ones who had a routine and didn’t like anything too kinky. Which was also fine. But there were things he wanted to try, had a suspicion he would like that he just couldn’t ask of anyone he’d been with. He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing the conversation he was having completely in his head was stressing him out.

“Dai, bro, just relax. She’s pretty. You better tip her good but you don’t have to talk to anyone but me and the bartender if you don’t want to. Just enjoy the show.” Kuroo smirks at his friend; it has been a long week. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve to wind down. Part of him just wishes he was doing it in the comfort of his home, with his favorite ramen from around the corner and a good movie. But who knows, maybe he’s getting complacent.

So he sits in the seat Kuroo has pulled out for him, a front-row spot directly in the middle of the runway. Right in front of the center pole. The seats are comfortable and he’s got a whiskey neat in his hands. He can feel a little of the stress release from the muscles in his traps, can feel his jaw unclench just in the slightest as the first warm sip of whiskey flows down his throat.

This is fine, he reassures himself, pushing work from his brain. Kuroo takes a sip from his own drink, a fruity one that he insists is the most delicious ever but is just a little too sweet for Daichi. The place is in a lull right now, preparing for the next act. But soon there’s a growing murmur from the back. Someone whistles, and a few others catcall. Daichi bristles just a bit, but he can’t even see anything until you hit the steps and it’s then that Kuroo elbows him.

“That’s her,” he says, raising his voice so Daichi can hear over the now thrumming bass. He feels it in his toes, in his chest, in his head. But your steps, the bounce of your tits in a skimpy bright blue bikini top, he feels in his dick. It barely covers anything, just like the matching bottoms. Cute little bows keep them on your hips and your heels are a deep black. As you get closer, your walk slow and sensuous, he can see the peep toe and your fresh French manicure poking through. He tries to adjust his navy suit pants with little success. He’s in so much fucking trouble.

You strut up the steps, the blinking LED strips embedded into the floor blinking in rhythm with the bass and the rhythm of your hips. You put a little bit of extra attitude into the sway tonight, praying to any higher power that will listen that tonight will be a good one for tips, even though it’s your first show without any supporting performers. Part of you gets it; you’re new. The owner has to make sure you know how to use those doe eyes and amazing tits properly. The other part of you, the one that knows you’re hot and knows exactly what you’re doing, wanted to smirk a little when your boss had said you wouldn’t get a Friday on your own until you’d completed two weeks of bartending and shadowing.

Your hard work has paid off though, and when you take your place at the center of the runway, you know you have your audience hooked even before dancing. There’s one guy in particular, right below you. He got arguably the best seat in the house along with his friend. You’ve seen the friend before, all confidence, slicked-back black hair, and a steamy attractive smile. Your coworkers say he’s pretty regular and always tips well. Thank god. The one next to him though, you don’t know anything about him except for the fact that the five stages of something flow across his face as you make eye contact with him. The low lighting does nothing to hide the blush flushing from the open neck of his crisp white button up to his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He’s got a wad of cash already set casually on the bar top in front of him.

You smile, bright and unguarded, knowing. You’ll have the rest of Monday’s rent if he’s an indication of the rest of the customers that will be coming in tonight. He turns away, uncomfortable. Aw, how sweet. So unlike some of the slimy patrons you’re used to. Something you don’t like trips low in your belly. The biggest rule was no sex with any of the customers. It was in place for a reason and a majority of the time was a good one. You remind yourself of it as the song for your first dance starts playing over the speakers.

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin’? Two shots, fuck it

You take a deep breath, hands on the shiny silver pole, and wrap one leg around it. The metal is cold to the touch but something else has goosebumps crawling up your bare skin. When you spin, turning in the new guy’s direction, your suspicions are confirmed that the feeling is not the rest of the eyes on you but his. And his are suddenly, somehow, the only eyes you want to perform for. So you do.

Daichi can feel Kuroo snap to attention next to him; he can’t blame him. You’re stunning and you know it. You look like maybe you shouldn’t know how to do this so well, but none of that matters as all coherent thoughts leave Daichi’s head when you spin and drop, rolling your hips so your ass faces him. You turn and look at him as you rise slowly, a deliciously naughty smile still all over that pretty little mouth. He rushes to take a sip of his drink, drums his fingers on the bartop, runs them through his hair, anything to occupy his hands. Because he knows the only place they really should be is all over you. Oh, the things he would let you do to him. He’d do anything for you. He takes another gulp of whiskey, disappointed when he drains the heavy glass.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. He knew you were making eye contact with him but when you get on all fours and crawl to him like some lethal jungle cat, the end of the song nearing, he knows he’s in for it. And he’s okay with that. Any doubts he had, about being here at least, have vanished completely. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but he leans forward to meet you where you are at the edge of the stage. The crowd is roaring around him, the cheers only growing louder at the chemistry shooting like electricity through the air between the two of you. They’re jealous cheers he thinks, although he’s sure as hell not looking away long enough to check anyone’s expressions to confirm.

“Got anything good for me, pretty boy?” Your voice is pitched low as you blink big eyes at him, a smirk playing on your lips. Because, goddammit, he is pretty. Prettier than any other patrons you’d ever catered to. You would not mind if he came to be one of your regulars, regardless of any funds that might be exchanged. You would not mind if he came regularly—in your cunt, on your ass, on your tongue… A girl could take her pick with a man like him. Thick dark hair, glittering brown eyes, full lips. A barrel chest and wide shoulders to boot. No sex with the customers, no sex with the customers, no sex with the customers…

You watch, heat pooling low in your belly, as he unbinds the cash you had noticed earlier. You can’t quite figure him out. Because he’s making eye contact with you as he spreads the folded bills, licks his thumb, and pulls out two crisp Benjamins but there is a nervous tremor in his large hands as he passes the bills to you. Your eyes widen, the act dropping momentarily before you catch yourself and push out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Hm, a girl should get a little more than that for such a good performance, don’t you think?” You are completely used to this, the schpeel. You’ve done it thousands of times at the last place you worked and hundreds more at this club. It’s part of the persona within these walls. Mystery man is apparently not used to acting this way. You can see the war within him as you take the bills and he leans back, trying to be casual but every line of him is taught like a rubber band about to break.

“You here all night?” Don’t give anyone your schedule. If they like you enough, they’ll figure it out on their own by being a regular paying customer. You nod, liking this new game. Toeing around something you would normally consider dangerous, if only for all the variables far out of your control. But that makes it all the more fun, especially when he clicks his tongue behind his teeth and replies “Good, then so am I. I have more where that came from. Do you?”

Kuroo is watching the interaction with a gaping mouth. Daichi doesn’t have a clue where this new side of him is coming from. Except. Except he does. And it feels damn good. Despite being sure it is glaringly obvious that he is leaping so far out of his comfort zone, you seem to be very receptive. He shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of staying all night. He could use some sleep. But he could also use that mouth around his cock. You probably have rules, rules that should be followed, for your safety. Daichi knows he’s safe, but you don’t. He most definitely should not ask for your number or give you his or ask what time you’re off. You shouldn’t answer him.

But you do, nodding earnestly when he asks if you’ll be here all night. He has no choice. There’s something about you that he can’t shake off. The extra cash is of no consequence to him, and maybe, just maybe… No, he won’t let that thought go further. He won’t imagine how you’d look on your knees, or bouncing on his cock. He won’t imagine you writhing beneath him or securing him to his headboard with those cuffs he’d bought but never gotten to use. He won’t imagine you breathily calling him pretty boy again even though, fuck, he wishes you would so, so bad.

“What’s your name,” you ask before you can stop yourself, before you rise to your feet. The rules here are good ones, meant to keep both the patrons and performers safe.  You’d worked at other establishments before that didn’t care so much about safety so much as they cared about money.  Your radar has never been off in the past and maybe that shouldn’t be enough for you but everything about Mystery Man makes you want to break every rule ever set before you.  There’s something about him that makes you want to risk it all.  You want to hear him whimper and you’d place bets that you could get him to do it in record time.  Even now, his breathing is shallow and he seems unable to answer you.  His friend leans over, elbowing him into action.

“His name’s Daichi.  And mine’s Kuroo.  Ya know, in case you wanted to know.”  His smile is genuine, not creepy at all.  You return the grin as you stand before turning back to Daichi.  He straightens a little, snapped back to reality by his friend.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say to Kuroo.  He is attractive, just not who you have your eyes set on.  But it’s good information to pass along to your coworkers.  Judging by his tailored suit that fits just as good as Daichi’s, you’d wager his job pays like his friend’s.  The music swells again, the DJ cueing to your next song.  “Kuroo, make sure your friend doesn’t go anywhere.  Tonight’s for him.”  Kuroo scoffs in friendly disbelief at Daichi’s luck.

“I’m hauling you to the club more often,” he says to Daichi, who flashes a quick small smile.  Oh god, that smile could bring anyone you know to their knees.  It could certainly do it to you.  That smile alone could get you to do anything Daichi would ask.  You point at Kuroo as you take your place at the center pole again.

“I’m holding you to that, Kuroo.”  You brace your hands one over the other on the pole, and shake your ass for all it’s worth.

Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, little waist.

Daichi’s going to have a stroke, he just knows it.  He can feel the veins in his forehead and neck bulging.  The blood has flowed elsewhere too.  His cock is so hard it feels painful.  There are several different ways he could get relief, most of which he should not be considering seeking in a public area.  But it’s unbearable and there’s no way he’s going to let himself come in front of all these other people.  He waits for the end of your current number and then he’s standing so fast his chair screeches out behind him; a couple of people look his way but for the most part, you’ve got everyone’s attention.  Kuroo glances sideways at his friend; he doesn’t say anything, just smirks as Daichi tosses another hundred on the bar top, telling Kuroo to give it to you before rushing to the bathroom.

He makes his way down the hall and notices there are several doors marked RESTROOM in bold capital letters.  Thank god there are single-person stalls.  He stumbles into one, shutting the door and locking it with shaking hands.  The music is still audible, even here; it seems to have dropped to a low steady hum.  Intermission.  Perfect.  Daichi turns to the sink and splashes cold water on his face, one last attempt to snap himself out of this fucking trance.  Because that’s what this has to be.  He’s getting all hot and bothered over someone who he doesn’t even know.  And god, he wants to think that you like him but he knows he’s tipping good and he’s not one of those creeps that can’t recognize it’s your fucking job.

The image in the mirror is one that almost shocks him; his eyes are glazed, and his hair’s a mess.  Just once, he just needs to come once and then he can stay here until the end of the night like he said he would.  He’ll tip you like a good customer would.  Then he’ll leave and he’ll never come back.  Because this?  This is Daichi out of control and he’s not sure that’s a good thing.  Maybe he should go back to making love to nice girls in his king-sized bed.  Yes, that’s what he’ll do.  He’ll leave here and he won’t come back and he’ll never think of you again.

Daichi unbuckles his belt, the metal of the buckle clanking as he yanks his zipper down.  He lets out a pained breath, his cock straining against his underwear.  He slips his hand into the elastic band, taking it into his hand and bringing it out into the air.  He backs up to the wall, the cool air offering little comfort for the engorged head, and closes his fist around himself.  A breath comes fast and heavy out of his mouth as he starts jacking himself off slowly, trying to make the moment last.

You watch as Daichi stands abruptly, so quickly and sharply that he almost topples his chair over.  You watch as he tosses another bill on the bar top, leaning in to say something to Kuroo.  You watch as he throws one last glance your way before beelining to the bathrooms.  Idiot.  Absolute idiot is what you are because you’re making your way off the runway, ignoring the audience as a low boo goes through the crowd.  Your boss catches your eye from the end of the bar and waves you over.

“What the hell is going on?”  It’s not said unkindly but more with an air of annoyance.  This is your first Friday night on your own and you might be blowing it.  But you don’t care.  You put on a fake wince and point at your head, trying to look as contrite and imploring as possible.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s my first Friday and I’m so grateful.  But I’ve really gotta pee and I’ve got this horrible headache starting.  Can I take ten?  Just ten minutes, enough time for an ibuprofen to set in while I go to the bathroom, and then I’ll be back out.  Please.”  You put those big eyes back to use, blinking slow and tilting your head slightly like you’re trying to relieve the pain of your fake headache.  Your boss squints his eyes but doesn’t protest as he pulls a bottle of Advil from behind the bar.  He hands you a couple with a glass of water.

“Ten minutes.  Go to the bathroom.  Take a breather.  Then get your ass back out there.  I’ve seen the business you’re encouraging after two sets.  You’ll be back up there as one of my main performers if you keep up the good work.”  You smile as you throw the pills back with the water and hurry in the direction of the restroom, pulling on one of the extra robes from the bar.  Now to find Daichi.

A couple is making out in the hallway; you brush past them and knock quietly on the first door.  A voice answers quickly that the stall is occupied but it’s not Daichi’s voice.  You knock on two more doors before getting to the last one.  You suppose he could have gone into the multi-stall restroom but you’d seen the look on his face when he’d stood and you’d bet all the cash he’d given you so far that he wasn’t coming back here to take a piss.  You rap your knuckles on the last single-person stall.  You’re rewarded with his voice coming from the other side.

“There’s someone-ha-there’s someone in here!”  He can barely get the words out; you know what’s going on in that stall and you want to help.  You rub your thighs together, realizing you’re already getting wet.

“Daichi, it’s me.”  This is stupid.  Maybe he doesn’t even like you that much.  Maybe you’re just some stripper at a strip club.  There’s a heavy silence now, almost solid enough that you could cut it with a knife.  Another pause and you’re getting ready to leave, cursing your confidence for all that it’s getting you, but then you hear the click of the door unlocking.  He opens it but only just so.  Still, it’s an invitation and one you are eager to accept.  You open the door just wide enough to slip through to shield yourself from any potential wandering eyes in the hall.  The scene inside the stall nearly wrecks you.

Daichi has backed up against the wall, as far away from you as humanly possible.  It’s so obvious that he’s been jacking himself off. His hair is messy, his eyes wild like he was already on the brink. He’s desperately trying to cover his cock with his hands and even though they’re large, they can’t cover it completely. You meet his gaze, which he tries to avoid, his eyes fluttering left then right with shame, before finally settling on you. Something trips across your skin.

“Babe, let me help you with that,” you whisper as you direct your line of sight to his cock. It twitches as you move closer, slowly, as if you’re approaching a cornered animal. Daichi groans a little when you reach him, one hand steadying on his shoulder and the other reaching up to touch his face.

“This is—this is not what it looks like, I swear. I promise I’m not some creep, I just—” You put a single finger softly to his lips, making sure he’s got his eyes on you. They widen just a bit. In the brighter light of the bathroom, you can see how rich the color of his irises are, golden brown like sunlight streaming through an autumn wood, or espresso, or something corny like that. Fuck the rules.

“Daichi, can I kiss you?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. His mouth drops open but his eyes rove from yours down to your lips, then your covered chest, and back up. Finally, he nods so you guide his face down to yours and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and pliable. He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, so unlike the image he’d put out walking in this place with his fine, tailored suit and stack of cash. Your hand slips from his shoulder and moves down the ridge of his pectoral, then lower still to the hard planes of his stomach. You trail your fingers over the now wrinkled fabric, close to his undone belt and open pants. His cock jumps against your abdomen past his hands and he gasps. “Is this okay?” You ask the question, certain that Daichi just needs the chance to give in. He nods again so you smooth your hand lower until it wraps around his cock.

Daichi’s head thunks against the wall of the bathroom as another sharp breath explodes from his open mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he growls quietly. You move your hand experimentally, softly, swiping your thumb across the head, gathering the bit of precome at the tip and smearing it about. You can’t decide what you want to look at more: the red bleeding over Daichi’s skin from the neck up, his heaving chest, or how his cock looks in your hands. He’s so… responsive. Each turn of your wrist has him shuddering beneath you. More. You need more. You want to see him beg. And part of you also realizes that he needs this too. You drop to your knees and his eyes snap back open as he watches you. “What’re you doing?”

“Only what you want me to do, Daichi. Unless you don’t want me to?” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s shaking his head. He wraps his hand around yours, enveloping it, and moves it once, twice, over himself. A thought occurs to you, one you’re denying even as you ask him “Daichi, have you ever come down anyone’s throat?” The answer is obvious but you still feel incredulous as he tells you no. The veins in his hands are bulging and he’s still, like the calm before the storm. You lean in, maintaining eye contact, as you blow a breath over his cock. “Do you want to?”

It’s like you flipped a switch. Daichi, slowly now so you have time to pull away if you want to, curls his fingers in your hair, stroking them along your scalp. “Yes, please.” He whispers it, certain this is a dream. This has to be a fucking dream. He’s had a blow job before but never has he ever asked to come in someone’s mouth. He’s a clean guy but he’s not clueless; he just assumed most people thought it was gross and never had a problem with the fact that no one wanted to do that. At least not anyone he had been with. But, oh, he’d thought about it, lots of times. Most of those times in one night.

His pupils are blown wide as you lick your lips and take just the tip, swirling your tongue over the head. His skin is smooth, molten hot. The way your eyes never leave his is something else entirely and when you hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take all of him, he thinks he might die. He’s trying to maintain some semblance of control but it is already dwindling to nothing. There’s a coil building in his abdomen. Not yet he thinks viciously. Not yet. You take a few more pulls before releasing him with a pop. Frantic, he feels frantic. Maybe you decided you didn’t want to do this and he’d have to be okay with that, he couldn’t blame you but god damn—

“Daichi, eyes on me.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs as he locks in on you again. “Let go, babe. Show me how you want it. Pull my hair. Set the pace. And when you’re gonna come, you come down my throat. Nowhere else, you got it? I’ve got five more minutes. Think we can get you there, pretty boy?” He nearly blacks out when you say those words he needed to hear again. Oh, yes, yes he’s sure you can. His eyes search yours once more before fisting his hand in your hair, tightening experimentally. You smile around his cock, deep-throating him once more, but waiting expectantly. He’s not going to come back from this. You’ve ruined anyone else for him. And he’s accepted his fate.

The moment he lets go, the moment he breaks down whatever wall is holding him in place, you can sense it. You place your hands on his thighs as he pulls you nearly all the way off before shoving you back down. Your eyes water just a bit but you feel the slick gather between your thighs. Yes, the girl inside of you that wants to see him to the end hisses. He sets the pace, a strong and quick one, but somehow still gentle. If you said you needed to stop now, you somehow know he’d do so immediately. He twists a little more, angling your head just how he wants it. You set your teeth down ever so lightly just to see….

Daichi whimpers and gasps, the sound nearly a sob on his lips. You swirl your tongue again and suck. “Ha—shit. Just. Just like that,” he grits out as he grips tighter. It hurts a little, your hair and your knees, but the pain swirls with the pleasure in a delicious slide of skin against skin. Your nails dig into his thighs again before he takes one of your hands and closes it around the base of his cock. You grip, working your wrist along with your mouth. He bucks against you, a jerky movement. “I’m close, fuckfuckfuck I’m close. I’m gonna come.” His voice lies somewhere between a bark and a whine. He can’t decide if he wants you closer, or farther, to stop or keep going. His brain is short-circuiting. He tries to pull back just a little bit, but you won’t let him in the best way possible.

You quirk your wrist and tilt your head in just a certain way… Daichi cries out, long and broken, as he curls in over you, his orgasm washing over him in waves so intense his vision goes black. His entire body shudders with his release, his form towering over you as he spurts ropes of come all the way down your throat. You milk him for all he’s worth. Not a single drop is getting away from you, no way in hell. Next time, you want him to come in your pussy. Next time? God, you want there to be a next time. He’s still leaning over you when his breathing slows and steadies; his hands are bracing themselves on your back rubbing soothing circles there with his thumbs. He helps you to your legs and steadies you for a moment.

The silence stretches on as you look at each other, both a little shocked at what just conspired. Daichi slowly puts himself back into his pants and you help him buckle his belt. You’re both on the verge of saying something either extremely brave or extremely stupid with each moment that passes. You’re about to make the first move again when he reaches up and takes your jaw in his hand, running a thumb along the corner of your mouth to gently push the last of his spend into your mouth. You lean into the touch and welcome his finger, sucking it clean just like his dick. He thinks he might be in love with you.

A breathless giggle comes out of you as you back away just a fraction, trying to give yourself space from the startling sensation fluttering in your stomach like butterflies. Your boss is gonna kick your ass if you don’t get back out on the floor. “I would invite you to my place to continue this after I’m off but it’s a little crowded and the walls are thin,” you say, hoping against hope that he wants more just as much as you do. There’s no room for doubt when he leans in and kisses you, deep and slow, tasting himself in your mouth.

“That’s no problem, princess. If you’re still feeling this when you’re off, I’ve got a penthouse all to myself.” Oh, there it is—the swagger you expected him to have. Your eyes glitter as you smooth out your hair, knowing it still looks good enough to perform. If anything, the smell of sex and the appearance of your swollen lips will get you better money, as long as your boss doesn’t catch on. You don’t think he will. “I’ll find you at the end of the night.” You nod, suddenly the bashful one.

Somehow, everything that just transpired did so all in your ten-minute break. In fact, you have one minute to spare as you strut back to the runway, giving your boss a wink and blowing a kiss to the stupefied audience.

“Harder, Daichi, harder.” You can barely get the words out as he thrusts inside of your aching cunt. Your face is pushed into the pillows on Daichi’s king-sized bed, your ass in the air. The sound of skin slapping on skin in the quiet of his room is pornographic but you can’t waste any thoughts on being even remotely embarrassed. Tears stream down your face as he continually hits that spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to hit with a dildo and even then it never came close to this. Daichi’s a machine, the way he keeps going. After you sucked him off and he came so quickly earlier in the night, he was determined to make this one last longer. One of his hands is gripping tightly into the plush of where your hip meets your ass cheek, the other is splayed over your back, even now caressing the skin, alighting it with goosebumps. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” you whine as that same hand snakes around to your neck to pull you up.

His fingers and palm ghost over the skin as he thrusts up into you and it’s all you can do to hold to his thighs for dear life, your nails digging in so hard you’ll know they’ll leave a mark. “Are you close, princess?” He whispers it labored into your ear, his breath hot, his mouth even hotter as he leans in to nip at your pulse point from behind. You nod frantically, almost unable to answer. “Can I come inside, baby? Will you let me? Will you let me be a good boy for you?” His hand moves from your throat to your clit, stroking one slow circle over the oversensitive nub. Thank god for birth control.

“Yes, Daichi, yes, come in my pussy. Oh, god, yes be a good boy for me.” You squeal as he thrusts hard, once, twice, swiping his fingers over your clit again in a more concentrated pattern and you feel your first orgasm of the night sweep over you as Daichi finds his own release with a mangled, animalistic groan.  You think he’s done, especially when he pulls out leaving you feeling way too empty.  But you’re wrong, so, so wrong.  He proceeds to flip you over and push back in, a ring of white forming around where he’s begun thrusting inside of you again.  

“I thought about this all fucking night.”  He surges up over you, grabbing your wrists and pulling them above you.  “I thought about that pretty little cunt around my cock.  I thought about how pretty you’d look laying in my bed.”  One thrust, slow and teasing.  You roll your hips up to meet him, even though your thighs are weak and shaking.  “I’ve never–I’ve never fucked anyone like this before, it’s,” he leans in to suck on your pulse again, runs his tongue over the salty skin there, “magical.”  You whimper beneath him when you feel the familiar coil tightening once more in your belly.  

“Do you think I can make you come again, Daichi?  Can you come for me one more time?”  He groans, sealing his lips over yours as he releases your hands so that can pull him closer into you.  You scrape your nails from the nape of his neck into his hair, and grip, breathless, as his rhythm becomes choppy again.  God, you don’t know how he’s still going.  The two of you are so frenzied, the blood in your veins hotter than a blue flame.  “Look at me when you come, baby, look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hands to his cheeks.  His eyes are glazed, his face strained but still beautiful.  “I’m going to touch myself now, okay?”  His mouth pops open again as he nods, before watching as you wrap one arm around his shoulder and bring your other hand to your clit.  You swipe around his cock, collecting some of the mess you’ve both made there.  You know how to pleasure yourself and with Daichi’s expert stroke, it doesn’t take long before it snaps over you, the walls of your pussy squeezing around him forcing spend from him one more time.  It’s not as explosive as the first time but still enough that you can feel the wet leaking out onto his sheets.  “So good for me, Daichi, look how good you are for me,” you chant as you wring the last of the pleasure from each other.

When it’s over, he stills, pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed beside you.  There’s a sheen of sweat covering you both.  The cool early morning air coming in Daichi’s open window creates the perfect juxtaposition of sensations.  He reaches over to trace patterns into your palm.  “Can I hold you?”  The question is so sweet, it makes you huff out a laugh.  The man just blew your back out and he asks if he can hold you.  But you are more than willing to oblige him so you roll into his open arm and lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.  You wait a moment before looking up at him, relishing the feeling of his fingers now tracing patterns into your arm and shoulder.

“Didn’t you mention something about handcuffs earlier?”  He looks down at you jerkily, a sheepish grin on his face.  You smile mischievously.  You’re going to ruin him.  He’s going to let you.  And he’s going to love it.

“Let me make you breakfast first, yeah?”  You nod and breathe in the smell of him, all sex and musk and expensive cologne.  Neither one of you knows where this is going to go but right now, it doesn’t matter.  You yawn and snuggle closer.

“Just so you know,” you intone sleepily, “I like French toast.”  He laughs softly, his own body relaxing into a lazy slumber.

“Hm, French toast?  I pinned you as a pancake kinda girl.  Good thing I also like French toast and always keep the supplies in to make it.”  His breathing is slow and shallow, matching the rhythm of yours.  The sun peeks over the cityscape around you as the two of you go under, cradled in each other’s arms.

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Pairing: Sub!Daichi x DomFem!Reader Summary: Your husband comes home from work stressed out and you want nothing more than to help him relax. Content: Post-baby body issues, marking, masturbation, penetrative sex, cream pie, teasing, begging, handcuff/rope play, thigh riding, oral (kind of), blindfolding, possibly breeding kink, a bit of a daddy kink 😉, maybe some brat Daichi Word Count: ~ 2,900

A/N: We’ve finally reached the last week of our Please Me series and honestly @millenialfanfictionaddiction​ and I are so sad! It’s been a fun ride and we hope you guys enjoyed it! Please check out her story Bokuto’s Binding! You can reach it through the Please Me Series Masterlist.

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Daichi getting dommed by his girlfriend?! Since he's in the police maybe his girlfriend is a detective or some form of government official that works with the police all the tine!!!

★ BAD BOY. daichi!

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• warning: daichi + fem!dom reader, male penetration/fingering, mommy kink, cum eating, daichi has the “asian flush”

Daichi really wasn’t the one to drink. Actually, he shouldn’t be drinking. He lacked the enzyme that broke down alcohol once consumed. He wasn't suited for it, plain and simple. However, there were exceptions to his rule.

More often than not, he found himself holding a drink at parties, and tonight was no different. After months of tireless investigation, the combined efforts of the police officers and detectives had finally paid off, solving a particularly complex case. As a well-deserved reward, the team decided to treat themselves to a celebratory night out. They reserved a cozy private room at a highly-regarded restaurant, famous for its exceptional craft cocktails.

Their boss, in a thoughtful gesture, had arranged for everyone's drinks to be pre-ordered and paid for, ensuring that the team could relax and enjoy each other's company without worrying about the bill.

Daichi's concern about his metabolic issue flared up as he was handed a cold drink. However he disregarded it. After all, it was only natural that he felt compelled to partake, he didn’t want to seem stuck up, or rude. He started out with small sips, attempting to feign enjoyment.

No one had even noticed, he had gone almost the entirety of the party without even finishing half. Fortunately, everyones attention was diverted by a heartfelt speech from their respected superior officer, acknowledging the team's hard work and dedication.

As the party continued, Daichi's attention was divided between the celebratory speech and your persistent touch. Initially, the gentle rubbing of his thigh was a reflexive response to his coworkers' congratulations. But as the atmosphere mellowed, your hand remained, sending sparks of sensation through his body. The fleeting touches near his upper thigh were maddening, making him feel like he was losing control.

You couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on you throughout the night, his eyes drawn to the subtle details of your attire - the short skirt, the blouse that teased just enough to hint at what lay beneath. It was clear you were deliberately drawing attention to yourself, and Daichi couldn't help but be captivated by your presence.

“Shall we take care of your issue in the bathroom?” you whispered in Daichi's ear, your voice dripping with teasing intent.

As he tried to maintain a stoic expression, you couldn't help but giggle at his failed attempt to hide his emotions. His temples flexed in frustration as he remained silent, his grip on your hand tightening under the table.

“You know we can’t do that.” He reasoned, tuning to meet your gaze, just for a moment.

You purred out, “Suit yourself,” in response, your eyes never leaving his face. Before smoothly turning to another detective and launching into a conversation about a different case you were working on together.

Daichi turned to look at his own friends, but struggled to process any of their words, his mind consumed by a maelstrom of inappropriate thoughts. In a desperate attempt to shake off the tormenting sensations and clear his mind, Daichi turned his attention to his drink, downing the remaining contents of his glass with a swift motion. The sudden rush of liquid warmth doing little to calm his racing thoughts.

As he struggled to clear the unpleasant aftertaste of his previous drink, Daichi's eyes fluttered open to find the group surrounding him, refilling their glasses.

Before he could process the situation, the room erupted into a chorus of cheers and toasts, and someone was pressing another glass into his hand. With a sense of obligation, Daichi reluctantly accepted the offering, not wanting to be rude or spoil the celebratory atmosphere. As he added the new drink to his already-lively mix, Daichi couldn't help but lament the fact that he had now consumed two cocktails.

As the surprise toast came to a close, the room began to empty out, with many people saying their goodbyes and departing the restaurant. Daichi noticed your growing impatience, and he felt his own unease mounting. He tried to sound nonchalant as he suggested, "Uh, m-maybe we should get going?" His words were laced with a subtle sense of desperation.

Your hand had been resting on his knee for a moment, but then it drifted away, your gaze flicking to your watch as if checking the time.

You nodded curtly, responding with a, "About time," and turning your attention back to him. "Do you have the keys?" you asked, your tone tinged with a hint of concern as you took in his flushed appearance. Without argument, Daichi handed over the keys, preparing to bid farewell to his coworkers and make a hasty exit.

As you both rose from your seats, Daichi's hand instinctively reached out and grasped the back of your jacket, his fingers digging in slightly as he struggled to steady himself. The sudden movement left him feeling lightheaded, and his face flushed with embarrassment as he realized his mistake. You, however, merely raised an eyebrow and tried to stifle a chuckle, indulging in a discreet caress of his backside as you did so.

You were well aware that Daichi was one of those people who didn't handle his liquor well, and the signs were all too clear. "It was nice seeing you, Chief," you said with a charming smile, shaking his hand firmly as you bid him farewell. Daichi nodded mutely, his eyes fixed on yours with a mixture of fear and distraction as your wandering hand continued its gentle exploration of his body. He was too intimidated to say anything, too preoccupied with the sensation of your touch to speak up.

Once you two were out of the restaurant the cool night air hit Daichi like a train. His breathing came in short, ragged gasps, and he stumbled slightly as he walked to the car. “Why did I park so far away.” He groaned, facepalming when he remembered his decision from earlier that day.

“What’s up with you?” you asked, your voice low and concerned as you raised an eyebrow in inquiry. The crunch of gravel beneath your feet was the only sound breaking the silence as Daichi hesitated.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Daichi stammered, finally turning to face you with a flush rising up his cheeks.

You shot him a concerned glance. "Did you drink too much or something, Sawa? You're breathing heavier than normal," you remarked, wrapping your arm around his waist to steady him as you walked towards the car in the dimly lit parking lot.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I felt rude not drinking, and then...of course, there was you..." He trailed off, his words hanging in the air as you approached the car, the silence between you thickening like fog.

But before he could break free and make his way to the passenger seat, you pinned him against the sleek, freshly washed car you had purchased together. The new sedan's gleaming surface reflected the dim parking lot lights, creating a sense of intimacy as you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear.

"What about me?" you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "Don't tell me you were turned on in front of your coworkers." you cooed, your knee gliding up to nestle against his groin, the movement deliberate and sensual.

His breath hitched, and he found himself grasping onto your jacket with an anxious intensity. "So-so what if I was?" he questioned, his voice trembling as he felt his heart pounding in his ears, his body burning with a sudden, intense heat.

His eyes widened as you made the bold move of pulling open the second-row door, revealing the dark interior of the car. "I can't wait till we get home," you whispered, your voice low and seductive, "and I don't think you can either." With that, you guided him into the back seat, the motion smooth and deliberate.

The effects of the alcohol were plain to see on him once you sat down beside him. You could almost hear his racing heart, his face a deep crimson, and the most captivating sight of all was his ragged breathing, as if he'd run a mile.

It was the most intoxicatingly vulnerable you had ever seen him, and by God, it was incredibly attractive. Once you closed the door behind you both, your lips crashed together in a sloppy, frenzied kiss. One that was full of fervor and desperation on his part.

Without hesitation, you started to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I think you're going to need a little discipline for overindulging, don't you?" you whispered into his ear, taking a gentle moment to nip at the lobe.

He let out a soft moan, his head nodding in agreement as you spoke. His apologies tumbled out in a slurred, endearing manner. Daichi was typically contrite and apologetic for his mistakes, so it was unusual for him to receive punishment like this, it made him excited.

"Actually," you said, pulling back to gaze at him with a playful smile. His eyes, still glassy from the drink, met yours, and he stared at you with a dazed expression. "You know what? You're adorable when you're tipsy. Kinda like when I finish fucking your brains out.”

He felt his body flare with heat at your words. The only thing his mushy brain could get out was a “please!” His whole body starting to tremble with anticipation as the desire burned within him. Your words conjured vivid images in his mind, leaving him breathless and unsure of himself. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts: plead, sob, or surrender. Your gentle teasing was torturous, leaving him helpless and at your mercy.

"Please? What do you want, sawamura?" you asked, your tone softening as you reached out to gently push him down onto his forearms.

He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and wet lips. "F-fuck... fuck me.” he forced out, his breath catching in his throat as your hands ran gently along his chest, tracing the curve of his nipples.

“I don’t have my strap with me, darling.” You sighed, your hands tracing a gentle path along his torso. His abs contracted and relaxed, shifting beneath your touch. As you spoke, he let out a disappointed sob, his head tilting back in surrender.

“Don’t be greedy, my fingers will do just fine.” And with that, he was suddenly being flipped on all fours, his perky ass presented to you, the fabric of his clothes now inches from your face.

“Y-yes.. yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” He relented, arching his back in attempts to appease you. You released a contented hum, then unfastened his belt and slowly slid down the zipper of his dress pants.

As soon as his undergarments were removed, his throbbing cock sprang free, glistening with precum that dripped down onto his dress shirt, a rather unfortunate turn of events.

Not to mention his hole, which clenched in eager anticipation of whatever you had in store. Your initial move was to spit on it, which was fortunate, as you would have needed lubricant anyway. He let out a soft "Ahh" of pleasure, sinking deeper into position as he did so.

You leaned forward, your body pressed against his, as you guided two fingers into his mouth from behind. "Open," you commanded, and he complied.

He struggled to resist the urge to suck on your fingers as you roughly explored his tongue, making him gag. A muffled string of moans escaped his lips, accompanied by a gasp as you withdrew your fingers.

"I'm supposed to be punishing you," you scoffed, "but you're responding like this is some kind of reward." you added, scoldingly. You then proceeded to line your now-wet fingers with his tight hole.

"Relax," you instructed as your fingers slid into him. Ordinarily, you would have taken your time to ease him into it, inserting just one finger to begin with. But the circumstances didn't allow for that level of finesse. Instead, you established a rough and demanding pace, one that had him groaning and whimpering into his palm.

"Slow down!" he pleaded, his words slurred with a mixture of protest and pleasure. Despite his plea, his hips continued to move in tandem with your pace, practically fucking himself on your fingers.

You couldn't help but laugh at the drunken scene unfolding before you, one hand rising to make a harsh, stinging contact with his exposed ass. His skin was hot to the touch, and his entire body seemed to vibrate with excitement.

His light pants were now a canvas of moans, his cries of pleasure and pain mingling in a chorus of ecstasy. The stifling air in the car grew thick and heavy, the windows fogging up.

"I wonder how the team would react to seeing you like this," you sneered, your voice dripping with disdain. "Knowing that I fucked you in the back of your car, and you took it like a good slut."

You dug your fingers deeper, searching for his most sensitive spot, and he winced in response. "Stoppp," he drunkenly begged, his voice muffled by his hand. You couldn't help but snort in derision at his demand.

"If you want me to stop, then why are you dripping allll over the seat?" You taunted, your gaze flicking down to the damp fabric. "Somebody's going to have to clean this up, you know."

He paused, his mind processing your words as a wave of tension washed over him. Though you couldn't see his physical response, you sensed it with certainty - his cock was twitching at your rather harsh degradation.

"I'm gonna cum, mommy." he whimpered alas, his voice trembling and nasal, in a tone that was foreign to you. He rarely addressed you with such endearments, so you knew that the alcohol must have loosened his inhibitions. "I'm gonna cum b-because your being so mean to me." he stammered, his words punctuated by sniffles.

"Hmmm," you murmured, slowing your movements deliberately. You couldn't help but appreciate the way his ass looked, supple and inviting as it yielded to your fingers. You didn't want this moment to end too soon. "Perhaps I should make you wait until we get home," You suggested, your voice low and sadistic with a hint of amusement.

He let out a despairing "Hmph" and a muffled string of "no"s as he struggled to force your fingers deeper inside him. To his frustration, you took a firm hold of his hips, preventing him from generating any friction through his own movements.

"You tell me, sawa, how bad do you want to come?" you asked in a calm, measured tone, tracing small circles on his hips and barely pumping him with your fingers.

As you gazed at him, you could see his Adam's apple bob up and down, his ear that angled towards you flushed a deep red, while his face remained mostly hidden behind his arm. The tremble in his voice was palpable as he hesitantly spoke up. "I... I want to so badly. I need to. My head feels all fuzzy, I can't take it! Please. P-please. Please, Mommy. Let me have this."

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You had rarely witnessed Daichi so beset by neediness. Maybe his “Asian flush”, a hallmark of his vulnerability, only added to his desperation. You were certain you wouldn't be treated to this sight again anytime soon, so you intended to savor every moment of it.

"Lay on your back f’me. I wanna see your face." You urged in a gentle tone. He almost let out a sob when you detached from him, but your words steadied him. He shakily flipped onto his back, propping himself up on his forearms to gaze up at you. The agonizing seconds it took to reposition yourself felt like an eternity to him. As you finally resumed the motion, he let out a guttural moan, as if begging you to accelerate the pace. Unbeknownst to him, you added a third finger to the mix. Your gaze was transfixed on his face, drinking in the sight of his features twisted in a mix of pleasure and strain.

His labored breathing morphed into soft moans, his nose wrinkling as a single bead of sweat slid down his forehead, tracing the messy contours of his hair. The sight was almost mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but notice that your gaze was heightening his arousal. "You're so pretty, sawa, go ahead and come for me," you coaxed, abandoning any notion of this being a punishment.

But how could you be cruel to your lover when his throbbing cock quivered against his abs, as if begging for release? It was a pitiful yet endearing sight, one that tugged at your heartstrings. Just as your other hand reached out to claim his cock, he burst forth with a ragged cry, his semen coating his torso and the open expanse of his shirt.

A soft, whispered "Thank you, mommy" escaped his trembling lips, as his eyelids remained tightly closed, his gaze shut off from the world.

It took him a moment to collect himself, his breathing still ragged as you withdrew your hand from his under side. He anticipated a trip to the baby wipes, so his tiny whimper of surprise was all the more adorable when your warm tongue made contact with his skin instead. His eyes flew open, taking in the sight of you lapping up his semen.

His initial reaction was a gasp, which turned into a stunned silence as you pulled him in for a kiss mere seconds later, the taste of his own come mingling with yours on his tongue.

He eagerly swallowed everything you gave him, determined to prove he could handle it, just like he handled three of your fingers.

You pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the two of you, your mischievous glint hinting at the tease that was to come. "I should make you lick the seat clean," you said, your tone playful and unrepentant. Though he winced at the humiliation of the task, he couldn't deny the desire to submit to your whims.

[lycheeteaaa194]

Love at First Light

Daichi x fem!reader

CW: Slightly dom!reader, fem reader, smoking, implied sex (no real smut)

A/N: Having some intense brainrot for Daichi liking someone who smokes,,, This is my first writing so lmk if you have any comments or criticism

He’s such a good boy. He doesn’t do drugs or drink, he gets good grades, and even plays volleyball, so why you? Ever since he saw you while on a run, leaning against an apartment building lazily smoking a cigarette his mind has been hazy.

After striking up a conversation, you handed him a cigarette with your number scrawled on it. Despite knowing he should focus on volleyball, he couldn't resist the temptation to text you. Harmless, he reasoned. He quickly discovered you were a third-year at Karasuno, just like him. Now during breaks between classes, he actively sought you out, whether to offer a piece of candy or simply to exchange greetings.

He made it a habit to encourage you to quit smoking, even going as far as bringing pamphlets highlighting the dangers of nicotine. Always armed with candy, he hoped it would serve as a healthier alternative. But when you unexpectedly pinned him against the wall and kissed him, the mingled scents of cigarettes and coffee only fueled his attraction further.

Daichi's breath came in ragged gasps as he darted through the deserted streets of Miyagi prefecture, his heart pounding with anticipation. The apartment building where you resided loomed ahead, a familiar landmark on his jogging route. It sort of became a routine for the two of you to meet when he jogged by.

As he drew closer, he spotted you in the alleyway, a half-smoked cigarette between your fingers. Knowing he was close, you squatted down and rubbed the lit cig into the exposed dirt.

As your ears caught the sound of his approaching footsteps, you rose from your squatting position, meeting his gaze as he stood before you, breathless and slightly flushed. A smile played at your lips as you greeted him, “I was hoping to see you here!” He smiled cheerfully, still being awkward as the day you two met.

"Caught me again," you remarked in a husky tone, teasingly crushing the remains of your cigarette underfoot. He chuckled at you remark shifting side to side nervously.

"Back at it with the cardio?" you quipped, your eyes trailing over his form appreciatively. His cheeks reddened further at your remark, stumbling over his words as he tried to maintain composure.

"M-maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you," he confessed, drawing nearer, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your legs. An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, a hand drifting to his shoulder.

"Such a good boy," you murmured, relishing in the effect your words had on him. His attempt at maturity faltered as he reached out to adjust your skirt, a futile attempt to conceal the tempting expanse of soft skin.

An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, “Are you trying to pull it off? In public?” Your teasing tone causing his blush to deepen. He tried to defend himself but the words died in his mouth when you looked at him like that,

"How about we head up to my place? You can continue your 'cardio' routine there," you suggested, guiding him with a knowing smile as he slowly caught on to your suggestive innuendo.

[lycheeteaaa194]

highkey wanna edge and choke osamu miya till he’s crying and whimpering under me and watch his pathetic face covered in blush and tears while he begs desperately for permission to cum…

but that’s just a thought!😇