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kaitsawamura · 6 months

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-> 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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“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.

This work and its digital elements (photo credit to photographer) are © Kait of @kaitsawamura 2024. Please do not alter or copy this work. Please do not repost this work to other platforms without my express permission.

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noosayog · 11 months

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[parking ticket] ft. sawamura daichi

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: fem! reader, reader is referred to as ma’am, timeskip characters. for the sake of story, let’s pretend the Miyagi prefecture parking rules go by the same ones in the States but Daichi is not an American cop because acab till I die!!

A flash of light catches your attention when you look up from your phone from inside your car. By meter for the spot you’re currently parked in, is a cop who is tapping away at his little device, looking between his device, your car, and the meter that is currently flashing red.

“Wait!” you say frantically, exiting your car.

The cop looks up. When you meet his eyes previously hidden by his cap, they linger a bit on you before he levels you with an unimpressed look.

“I just got here! I was planning on paying.”

“Ma’am, I saw you pull into this spot before I circled around the block. And now, it’s still not paid.”

You cringe. When you had pulled into the spot, 10 minutes early for your scheduled manicure appointment, you figured you could just kill time in the car. You were scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for nail inspo when you noticed the cop.

“I was in an important call!” you fib.

The cop puts his device down, and props his hands on his hips. You inappropriately take note of his broad shoulders and square jawline. His unimpressed gaze remains as he tightens his jaw.

“You could have just paid the meter then went on with your call.”

“It really was important! So important that I needed to get on the call the second I parked.”

He picks up his device and continues tapping, eyes now darting down to your license plate.

“Please, please! I swear, I plan on paying! It was just a couple of minutes,” you beg.

Tap, tap. The device spits out a little piece of paper and he rips it from the jagged teeth of the mini printer.

“Fine!” you say, storming over to where he’s standing. You quickly insert some coins into the meter, jabbing them in with your thumb for good measure. “I was on a call with the hospital because I just found out my grandma has stage four metastatic breast cancer, so if that warrants a ticket, then leave it on my dash, asshole!”

With that, you walk swiftly away, both frustrated and impressed with your own quick thinking.

You’re pleased to find that after your manicure, there is no ticket on your dash.

You squash down the slight guilt you feel when you instead see a little note with a simple “sorry about your Grandmother” scribbled on.

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It’s a couple weeks later when you revisit the nail salon for some regular upkeep. You pull into a spot and quickly exit your vehicle to feed the meter. You didn’t want to take your chances in this same area, knowing there’s potential for a certain cop to be patrolling. You’re waiting at an intersection when a tap on your shoulder gets your attention.

Turning around, you find yourself not surprised to come face to face with the same handsome cop as the other day.

“Hey, nice to see you again,” he says.

“Oh, hi. Yes,” you nod pleasantly.

He takes off his police cap and tucks it neatly between his arms and torso. Even with his face half covered, you knew he would be nice to look at, but with his cap off, you get a full view of his gentle brown eyes and cropped black hair.

“How’s your grandma? I’m sorry I was being such a hardass that day.” He rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Oh,” you smile a bit. “She’s fine. I lied so you wouldn’t give me a ticket,” you say breezily.

The light at the intersection turns green.

“See ya around!” you wave and start walking.

You get a couple of feet before the officer falls into step with you.

“Hold on a sec. Are you saying your grandmother doesn’t actually have cancer?”

“Nope.”

“First of all, you shouldn’t go around lying about stuff like that, what if you speak it into existence?”

You shrug, “both my grandmothers are already dead, so…”

“Oh…” he says awkwardly. “Sorry to hear that.”

You laugh again at his shifty eyes.

“What’s the second thing?” you ask.

“Hm?”

The two of you continue your leisurely stroll, side-by-side. You’ve already passed your salon, but you figure another lap wouldn’t hurt.

“You said ‘first of all.’ What’s second?”

“Ah,” he nods, sticking his hands in his pocket, relaxing his gait. “Second of all, why would you tell me you lied? I still have your license plate.”

“Well,” you pretend to ponder, a mischievous smile growing. “Are you going to give me a ticket, officer?”

He smiles too. “Depends. You might have to pay me back in some other ways.”

“That sounds oddly inappropriate given your position in law enforcement,” you joke.

“How about a date?”

You startle a bit, not expecting a straight shot from someone who seems very, well, reserved.

“You don’t even know my name,” you qualify.

“I do. I looked up your registration.”

You stop to face him, mentally noting the number on his badge. There, if he was creepy or weird, you could report him or something.

“I'm free tomorrow night?”

“Perfect, pick you up at 7?”

“You don’t even-”

“I know where you live. Registration, remember?”

“This feels like a misuse of government resources.”

He leans in a bit, close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your cheeks. “May I?” he whispers.

Dazzled, you nod.

He gives you the lightest kiss on your cheek, before taking one large, respectable step away. “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I promise I won’t do anything weird with your information unless you deserve another parking ticket in the future.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he says, fixing his cap back on his head and giving you a cute little salute before walking back the direction he came from.

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cashmakozume · 4 months

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dumpster love

once upon a time (grocery run ୨ৎ)

⟡ m.list

your pov

with daichi and you making small talk, the walk to coach ukai’s store was comfortable. it didn’t feel forced, which is something you liked. the gaps of silence were accepted between the both of you and it felt as though the both of you agreed upon it.

“so, what do you need?” daichi’s voice broke your train of thought.

“pretty much everything, to be honest.” you replied, being sincere in your needs.

you explained to him that both of your parents worked a lot, and they travelled constantly. this left you to fend for yourself at home. you were in charge of your own cooking and cleaning.

“doesn’t it get lonely?” daichi asked, genuine curiosity etched all over his face.

“well, it does.” you started before greeting coach ukai once you’ve reached the store. “sometimes, i wonder why i have to move around with them when they don’t even come home.”

you stopped to pick up a basket but daichi beat you to it and ushered you towards the aisles.

“b-but i’ve gotten used to it though!” you quickly added, not wanting to put a damper onto the mood.

“if you want some company, you can come over!” daichi offered. “pretty sure my mom wouldn’t mind and my siblings can bother someone else for once.”

“i wouldn’t want to bother you and your family.” you replied, while looking at the aisles, going through your mental checklist of what you need. you were sure that he was just being nice.

“who said you would be a bother?” he added. “i promise you won’t be one.”

daichi held out his hand in front of you, with his pinky finger out.

“holy shit, you make pinky promises?” you asked him, visibly excited.

“what do you think?” he shook his hand, trying to bring attention to it. “don’t leave me hanging.”

you finally linked up your pinky with his and the both of you mirrored the widest smiles.

⟡ inch resting...

⟡ daichi really wants the hedgehog plush but he doesn't want to steal it bc he has manners

⟡ the entire nekoma vbc has the cat plushie bc kuroo forced them to get it and y/n picked the most deranged looking so she can name it kuroo and piss him off (kenma helped)

⟡ suga convinced daichi to beef with kuroo on twitter (kiyoko barely stopped him bc she wanted to see the end result, don't tell anyone)

note from miyako

i'm sorry for the time jumps i wanted to move the story along if not i'll actually write a day by day play and it will be 500 chapters long bc i am deranged

✗⚬ﾒ𝟶, m ♡

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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years

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Just letting you all know that sleepy Daichi is a menace.

When he’s still in the haze of morning, his eyes barely open, his body still in the lul of sleep. His arms around his favourite teddy bear, you. Its a perfect place, he longs to be in this moment forever-

Yet you decide to move.

His hold on you gets tighter as you attempt to wriggle away from him to get ready for work.

“Just 5 more minutes~” Daichi whispers softly, the gruff of his voice easy to hear over the silence of the morning.

And how can you say no to him? So you agree, five more minutes in the morning bliss.

“Maybe you should just call in sick…” He whispers again as you settle back in beside him, placing a delicate kiss just below your ear.

This causes you to laugh softly, for him you would do just about anything.

❥A/N | Just thinking about this, wanted daichi to pull me back to bed this morning because I really don’t want to go to work today…

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moonswolfie · 11 months

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Hi! Your description says you’re taking requests? ( sorry if you aren’t :’) )

could I make a request for going camping for the first time with Daichi and sharing a tent? I don’t know where this idea came from but I feel like Daichi would go camping alot and i thought sharing tents with him would be cute :))

thank you!! :)))

Daichi x gn!reader

Ahhh you're so sweet nonnie!! My requests are always open☺☺

but like i am seriously starting to become scared... i've been wanting to write a Yuru camp au for so long now and then this request came in😰 so i hope you don't mind if the reader camps regularly, it wont change a whole lot in the story anyways^^

"We're finally done with the check in..." you sighed, walking out of the camp entrance to get the firewood. Thankfully firewood was free in this campsite. Your pockets were running a little dry after purchasing the new electrical cooker last week, after all.

"Let me hold it." your boyfriend offered himself up for the task.

"Daichi, you're already holding most of the heavier camping equipment, I promise I can handle this much."

You were honestly very pleasantly surprised with how interested Daichi was in your primary hobby, camping. He often came to visit you in the outdoors club and was very willing to hear about your recent trips.

So when he asked you if you could take him camping over the holidays you decided to make it the best camping trip you've ever been on. That's also the reason why that new electric cooker is currently in your backpack. A good camping trip is never complete without a good meal and the old rusty cooker wasn't doing it for you anymore.

The two of you planned this trip together, everything from the location to the food you'll be making. It was honestly very fun.

"We should go to hot springs more often. Especially me, since my muscles can get really tense after training." Daichi recalled the nice experience at the hot spring you went to earlier as you walked down the path to the actual campsite.

"You're so right... I always nearly fall asleep..." even when you run out of things to talk about, small talk never feels awkward.

The two of you placed down your things at the campsite, unpacking your tent to set it up. When he started setting it up on his own you gently stopped him.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I looked up many tutorials. And if I do mess up, I have you." he smiled up at you as he straightened out the rods of the tent.

"Wowww, who's the reliable captain of the volleyball team?" You nudged him with your elbow in response, smiling.

He simply nudged you back in response, but he wasnt annoyed. You could tell by the smile on his face.

Another thing you noticed with Daichi is that time passes by faster with him.

Why else is the sun suddenly setting right now?

"I think it's about time we start cooking dinner." you suggested with a smile on your face, warming your hands on the newly ignited campfire. It's time to show off your outdoor cooking skills.

Before you could really even do anything, Daichi was already setting up your new electrical cooker on the portable table.

"Since when can you do that?" you placed your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow with a smile on your face.

"Reliability is my greatest weapon, don't you think?" He smiled back at you.

Oh, you felt like a proud parent. It's the same feeling you get when you see your underclassmen succeeding at starting a campfire for the first time.

But that just makes you wonder what else he read up on before coming here with you.

The two of you took out the rest of your food and cooking equipment, getting to work.

Even though it's only your first time camping together, things feel oddly natural. Back when you first began camping with the club, you often felt awkward, but this feeling doesn't happen when with Daichi.

Especially when his growling stomach was there to smooth over any tension.

After a good amount of giggling and light teasing, your meal was finally prepared to be enjoyed by the campfire.

The two of you sat back down in your camping chairs, watching the sunset together. Camping might not be as exciting or fast paced as volleyball, but it has that sweet, cozy vibe to it and Daichi finds himself loving it more and more as time passes.

Especially when your head is on his shoulder, the soft sounds of the campfire crackling are in the background and the gentle wind is blowing against his face.

He wishes he could stay like this forever.

The two of you slid into your sleeping bags, the gentle yellow light of the lantern gently illuminating the tent.

"Are you warm enough?" You asked him, knowing how cold it can get at night on the off-season. You had to borrow a heated sleeping bag from one of your club members since your budget was just not allowing a brand new one, so you were worried about how well it works.

"Mmmm, I'm very warm." He hummed in reply. He only talked in this tone when he was relaxed, which put you at ease. You really wanted to cuddle up to him, but unfortunately that was impossible while you were in a sleeping bag. Now you wonder if two person sleeping bags exist. If not you might have to patent the idea.

"This is eye-opening. I had a feeling I would enjoy camping but getting to experience it with you makes me want to do it again." He turned over to you and you had to hold back from giggling since he looked like a caterpillar.

"You say that like the trip is already over. We still have an entire night to spend." You smiled back at him.

He burst into laughter all of a sudden and you scrambled to find out the reason why, letting out a series of concerned "what's wrong"s.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. You just look like a caterpillar. A cute caterpillar." If you could hit him right now, you would. Luckily for him, your arms are in the sleeping bag.

"Hey, atleast I held back!" You pouted.

"Seriously, remind me to camp with you again sometime. I want this to become a habit."

You don't need to be asked twice. You have a feeling that this day will be burned into your memory for a long time, anyways.

I got a little carried away oops🥲 i hope you don't mind anon

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levi-supreme · 1 year

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Let's have a baby

Characters: Daichi x fem!reader

Genre: Haikyuu!! modern universe (fic is set in 2018)

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs DNI. Established relationship (Daichi and reader are married). Breeding kink. Very slight daddy kink (if you squint). Brief use of restraints. Haikyuu!! post-timeskip spoilers. Reader insert (y/n). Reader is East Asian (Japanese) coded but no physical descriptions are being used. Japanese terms (-chan, -san, -kun etc.) being used. Use of 'mama' and 'papa'. Daichi and reader are implied to be the same age (one mention).

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: My first post of Kinktober 2023 is here!! Starting the event with some breeding kink from my chonky captain Sawamura Daichi <3 this is my first official contribution to the haikyuu fandom, and here's to more hq fics in the future!!

[10/10/2023] Cross posted to AO3!! Read on AO3 here.

Haikyuu!! master list | Main master list | Rei's tag list

If you could compare your husband to anything in the world, it would be a tree. Sawamura Daichi has been the same person ever since you met him eight years ago. From being the first year student who was always enthusiastic about volleyball to the dependable and reliable captain of the Karasuno High School boys' volleyball team. From being your classmate to dating each other and getting married straight after graduation, Sawamura Daichi has always been the same: Steadfast, sincere, and a fantastic person inside out. And just like a strong tree that can withstand the different seasons and the passing of time, he stood strong and steady, unwavering no matter the situation.

Daichi was never one for anything impromptu or unplanned, which was why it utterly surprised you when he said, "let's have a baby" softly in your ear while you two were cuddling in bed one night with your head lying on his chest. The deepness of his voice caught you by surprise.

"W-what did you say, Daichi-kun?" what a stupid question. You clearly heard what your husband said. How could you not?

"You heard me, y/n-chan. Let's have a baby." Daichi chuckled, eyes turning into little crescents. Flipping you on your back, Daichi's eyes never left you, studying your face as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

"I-I don't know, D-Daichi-kun, I mean—" you gulped nervously, avoiding your husband's eye, "we're only 24."

"We've been married for a while. I think we're both ready. It's time we have kids of our own, don't you think?" planting a soft kiss on your forehead, Daichi said something that made you widen your eyes.

"Let's have kids before Tanaka and Shimizu do."

"Daichi-kun!!!" You couldn't control your laughter anymore and smacked your husband playfully on the chest. Trust him to say something like this! "Having kids isn't a game of betting, Daichi-kun! Also, don't call Kiyoko-chan Shimizu anymore. It's Tanaka now."

Daichi laughed before kissing you again, this time with a little more pressure on your lips. "I'm serious, y/n-chan. I'm ready to start a family with you. A mini you, or a mini me. Maybe both, maybe more. I want you to have my kids, my dear. Our kids. I want to have a family with you. Our family. "

You stared at your husband, trying to look for a flaw in his plan, any small hint that he was just pulling your leg. No, you thought to yourself, it can't be. Daichi-kun never lied. Daichi-kun would never joke about something like this.

"You're lucky I love you, Sawamura Daichi," you smiled as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss, "I can't believe you actually had a bet with Tanaka-kun over something like this."

"What if I told you it was Suga's idea?" your husband chuckled once more as he slowly removed your top, "we've always talked about forming a Karasuno junior volleyball club with our kids in the future."

"We're not having six kids, Daichi-kun." you warned him as you snaked your hands up his chest, lacing them around his neck, "two is enough." Hearing you, Daichi let out another smile again, swiftly kissing you on the lips.

"So you're agreeing to having kids?"

"Yes, my dear husband, before I change my mind." and with that said, you gave him a full kiss, feeling him roam his hands across your clothed chest. Arching your back, Daichi removed your bralette and started massaging your soft breasts, knowing damn well how much you love it when he played with them. His hands were calloused, yet they were so soft and gentle against your skin. His thumbs drew circles around your nipples, his tongue now seeking permission to enter your warm cavern. You let out a hum of happiness as Daichi lightly bit your lower lip, gasping as he started pinching your sensitive peaks.

"Close your eyes for me, please?" he suddenly whispered against your ear, causing goosebumps to appear. Bewildered, you closed your eyes and wondered what Daichi was up to. You heard him opening a drawer and ransacking through something, and suddenly, you heard the rustling of metal and then something cold was bound to your wrists.

"DAICHI-KUN!!"—your eyes shot open—"please don't tell me you took them from work?" your husband merely chuckled as he kneeled before you, trapping your body between his knees.

"You know I can't bring any equipment home from the police station, y/n-chan. I bought these. Somewhere." You tilted your head and saw the handcuffs around your wrists. They did look flimsier and thinner than the ones police officers normally use.

Daichi smirked as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, pulling them down to your ankles. Holding your hands up above your head with one strong arm, he dove down on your breast and started sucking your nipple while his free hand massaged the other. You let out another groan when his tongue and finger started to draw circles around your areola, the ticklish sensation making you wiggle your toes.

"Oh yes, yes, dear, just l-like that—'' you whined as you squirmed around, rubbing your hip against his groin. You could feel Daichi's boner strained against his shorts, but being the ever-so-attentive husband he always was, you knew he wouldn't let you do anything for him until he made you cum at least once. Switching to taste your other nipple, Daichi's hand snaked down your body, fingers pressing lightly on your clit before tracing circles. You let out another hum, unknowingly trying to loosen your hands from his iron-tight grip.

"Uh-huh, Sawamura-san, don't try to wiggle yourself out." your husband teased once more, rubbing your clit a little harder. His grip on your cuffed wrists tightened, feeling your entrance moisten after a while. Picking up some of your slick, Daichi continued his touch on your clit as he sat upright, admiring your sweaty form below him. Your eyes were shut and your jaw was hanging loose with gasps of hot breath escaping your pretty lips. His wife looked so beautiful, he couldn't help himself but to smile as he stared.

"D-Daichi-kun… mhm, y-yeah, my clit—fast-faster—mmm—" you groaned again, feeling your incoming orgasm. Your body was tingling with excitement and your hip ground against his fingers, silently seeking more friction. "Oh god, Daichi-kun, mmm, my nipple, s-suck on my n-ni—" your sentence was stuck when you felt Daichi's lips enclose around your nipple, once more teasing your bud with small, slow circles using his tongue. Damn it, you cursed in your head. He always knew the right spots to touch to get your body fired up. He always knew the right pace to set to fuel your need. He always knew when was the right time to go slow, and when to go fast.

"You cumming for me, dear?" Daichi hummed, tiling his chin slightly to look at your face. He knew you were close; he could tell from the way you were panting and the way your hip was moving. You tried to say 'yes' but all that came out were just whines again. Increasing his speed on your nipple and your cunt, Daichi gave your body a final push until you convulsed, the coil in your belly finally snapping as you felt your essence flow out. Letting you catch your breath, Daichi sat upright once more and slowly removed his shirt, leaving him in his cotton shorts.

Regaining your composure, you looked at your husband, registering the scene before you. Years of playing volleyball in the past really did his body good. Years of training and working as a police officer made his body look even better. His rock hard chest, his strong arms, his well defined abs, his muscular thighs—

"If you continue to stare at me like that, I'll have to clean up your drool."

"Don't worry, dear, I can wipe my drool myself," you scoffed, moving your hands back down, "if you let these handcuffs go."

"No."

"Please, Daichi-kun, let me touch you, hmm? Pl—"

"No," he replied a little more firmly this time, yet he still had a smile on his face, "these are going to be on you the entire night. You just need to lie down here and let me do everything, 'kay?" Daichi leaned down and cupped your hot cheeks, staring deep into your eyes.

"The only thing I need you to do tonight is to take as much of me as you can, hmm? Can you do that for me, Sawamura y/n?"

God damn it, you cussed again. His unwavering stare caused you to take a nervous gulp. He really knows how to rile me up, huh. Without a word, you hooked your arms around his neck again, pulling him towards your lips.

"Fill me up, Daichi."

An urgent kiss followed after your words, giving Daichi no time to respond. Focusing on the kiss and how your tongue was impatiently prodding his mouth to gain more access, Daichi fumbled to remove his shorts and boxers, his hard-on finally springing free from its restraints.

Wiggling out of your locked arms, Daichi looked at you while he stroked himself a few times, pulling his foreskin down to expose his tip. Your hair was in a mess and sprawled all over the pillow, your chest was heaving and your body was glistening with remnants of sweat. "D-do me a favour, y/n-chan."

Your answer came out a little breathy, "... yeah?"

"Squeeze your boobs together," Daichi groaned while he rubbed his tip at your entrance, please to find it still moist from your orgasm earlier, "w-with your arms."

"Hmm… like that?" acting modest, you squeezed your breasts together with your arms, shooting your husband a coy look, knowing exactly what he wanted. The moment he saw your soft mounds pushed together, Daichi lost all sense of control and let out a loud grunt, leaning forward to suck your nipple again while he entered you fully in one swift move. A satisfied moan left your lips when you felt his entire length in you, snugly filling you up with his warmth.

"D-daichi, ahhh… s-so—y-you're so deep—" incessant moans were all that you could manage to produce once Daichi started to move his hip, thrusting in and out of your cunt in a slow and steady pace, making sure you felt each and every move. You were getting wetter the more he thrust. "Mmm, y-yes, oh my god, Daichi—hah… D-daichi—"

"Mm. Yeah, go on, my dear, say it. Say my name. Out loud." Daichi's muffled voice came from beneath you, thoroughly enjoying his feast on your hard nipple while his hands started to massage your chest. Leaving your nipple with a pop of his lip, Daichi switched over to taste your other nipple—god forbid it was your more sensitive nipple—as he continued to thrust inside you deep. "I want to hear you, y/n."

"Mmm, Daichi, y-yeah, ahhh—mmm, r-right there! Daichi…" your heart was pumping so fast and your belly was tightening again, "just l-like that, Daichi, mmm… Y-yes, Papa—"

"You're going to look glowing when you're carrying our child..." Daichi released himself from your chest and cupped your cheeks, kissing you fiercely without messing up the rhythm of his thrusts. Before you could say anything, Daichi's face scrunched up in concentration as he let out a long groan; a tell-tale sign that he was near his release. Before you even knew it, Daichi gasped out loud into your mouth and you felt him pulsating inside your cunt.

"So fast?" you chuckled, hugging your husband close.

Daichi looked at you after a long while, feeling a little embarrassed, "I-I couldn't hold it in anymore, I'm s—"

"Shhh"—you kissed Daichi to shut him up—"why are you apologising? You told me to take as much of you as I can, remember?" Daichi's lips slowly turned into a grin, pushing himself upwards to admire you from below again.

"Oh, of course I remember that, dear." pulling himself out of your cunt slightly, Daichi turned you around on your stomach and pushed himself inside you. You moaned out loud, feeling him deep inside you again. "I'm going to fill you with so much of my cum that it's impossible for you to not get pregnant."

Feeling himself in you again—so much deeper this time—awoken a feral need in Daichi, making him thrust inside you even quicker than before. "I didn't manage to make you cum just now, yeah? Gonna make it up this time—" Daichi growled next to your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin again. Your fingers clawed at the bedsheets, your whole body was trembling with want and need.

"Oh, yes, yes! Daichi, yes, right there, mhmm, ye—" your toes were tingling again and you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the night, your mind could only register how good Daichi's cock felt inside you. "Mmm, Daichi, please—uhh, I'm close, dear, I'm so—"

"Can't wait to hear our child call you Mama," Daichi whispered, holding himself back with all his willpower, refraining from shooting his seed in you until he made you feel good. "You're going to be such a great mother, y/n…" with Daichi's tip rubbing against your sweet spot, you gasped out loud as your entire body shook with pleasure, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. Your husband continued to prolong your euphoria with a few more thrusts before he let out another grunt, collapsing on top of you as his dick pulsated in you again, filling you up with his load. The both of you continued to pant breathlessly, letting the post-orgasm bliss consume you. Daichi laid on top of you for a long while, refusing to pull out even when he was already flaccid.

"Do you think that was enough?"

You turned your head to the side and gave your husband the side eye, "yes, Daichi-kun, I believe it was enough. Your cum is about to drip on the bedsheet soon." hearing you, Daichi jumped out of bed and carried you, rushing to the bathroom before his cum dripped on the bedsheets and floor.

"I love you, y/n," Daichi muttered as he let your feet down on the bathroom floor, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, my dear," you chuckled, giving him a wry smile, "but I would love you more if you removed these—" you shook your wrists, and Daichi's mouth hung loose.

"Oh." He sheepishly smiled before running back to the bedroom butt-naked, trying to look for the handcuff keys. Moments later, he appeared with a shiny key between his fingers. Slotting the key into one of the slots, Daichi uncuffed one of your wrists. However, instead of uncuffing the other wrist, he brought both your hands to the back and cuffed them together again.

"Sawamura Daichi."

"What? I did tell you to take as much of me as you can, didn't I?" He gave you a knowing look, making you lean forward before aligning his hip to your rear. Pumping his shaft a few more times, Daichi picked up the cum dripping between your thighs to rub between your slit, making you bite your lip to muffle your moans. "I'm not done with you yet, Sawamura y/n."

Oh boy, you thought, I'm in for a long night.

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revasserium · 1 year

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Can I request a daichixreader fic where the reader has been touched starved from her previous relationship that she doesn't feel like she deserves to be touched. And daichi finds out and comforts the shit out of her

Thank youuu

requests are open!

74. unguarded touch

sawamura daichi; 2,341 words, fluff and a tiny bit nsfw towards the end, but it's nothing explicit; also this doesn't follow the request exactly but it's def touch starved!reader x daichi u__u

“oi… are you even paying attention?”

you start, blinking wildly as the world swims back into view, the classroom refocusing in on itself, and at the center of it all, daichi’s slightly exasperated smile.

“how long have you been zoning out for?”

you bite your lips, shrugging, “uhm…”

daichi sighs, shaking his head, tapping a finger against the worksheets. you hang your head, but a second later, something warm presses against the top of your head and it takes you a full ten seconds to realize that it’s daichi’s hand.

“ah… what am i gonna do with you, hm?”

you look up to find his smile indulgent and your entire body locks into place. you trace the flicker of confusion as it skitters across his forehead, his eyes meeting yours and then scanning down your face.

“oi — are you okay? you look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”

you lick your lips and swallow hard. there’s something thrumming hummingbird fast in your chest. the ghostly weight of his hand is still warm against your scalp and it takes everything inside you not to lean forward and press your face into the broad of his chest.

but friends don’t do that to other friends, do they? friends don’t fantasize about holding hands at sunset or sharing earbuds on school rooftops during lunch break. no — friends (which is, you’re quite certain, what you and daichi are) do none of those things. they hang out and are casual about it. they help each other with homework and exams and play video games on the weekends.

they cheer for each other at volleyball games.

they hug, sometimes. but not often enough. never often enough.

“i — i’m fine. sorry — i — i think i got it now. thanks,” your voice comes out clipped, and one glance up at daichi’s face tells you that he’s a little hurt. still, he tugs his lips into a smile and nods.

“well, if you say so.”

“ah — yeah, thanks though. this was really helpful.” your fingers itch to reach out and tug him back down as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head. when he drops his hands back down, they hang by his sides and not for the first time, you find yourself staring.

“alright then. i’ll see you later? suga got those tickets for the movie we’ve been meaning to see.”

“yeah — sure. see you then.” you force your eyes back up to his face and smile.

the bell rings, signaling the end of open period, and you watch as daichi makes his way out of the classroom, laughing and chatting with a few other boys as he leaves.

you spend too long staring at the palm of your hands.

you’d grown up in a house built on distance. you’d watched your parents engage in a long distance relationship from the opposite ends of the same living room and neither of them had much time or energy for you. you’d often stared after other kids with their parents around the holidays, holding hands and laughing, mothers leaning down to kiss their daughter’s rose-colored cheeks, fathers hoisting up their sons for piggy back rides.

you’d always wondered what that might feel like.

if your mother’s lips were soft. if your father’s hands are callused.

the afternoon finds you, daichi, and suga waiting in line at the popcorn stand.

“hm… the chocolate ones were good last time, yeah?” suga says, mulling over the menu.

“the caramel looks good too,” you say, leaning over to glance at it too, careful not to brush against suga.

daichi cocks his head, “then lets try that one!”

halfway through the movie, you reach into the popcorn bag, the back of your hand grazing against another hand. you nearly jerk your hand away, your breath caught in your chest as you whip around, only to find daichi watching you with those warm eyes of his.

“oops,” he says, ever so casual, tugging his hand out of the bag and offering you a handful of popcorn.

you stare at it, your hand still halfway inside.

“th…thanks.” you reach out and take a few, warmth and tingles frisson up the length of your arm from the place his hand had brushed yours.

you turn your eyes back to the movie, but if anyone had asked, you couldn’t have told them a single thing about the second half.

it’s dark when the three of you exit the theatre and suga makes a show of yawning, rambling about homework and studying and whatnot. you don’t miss the way he catches daichi’s eyes and winks right before turning towards the subway station.

“uh… so…” daichi says, scratching at the back of his head, his voice suddenly a tad high.

“so…?” you peer into his face, wondering what this is all about.

“i was w-wondering — if you’d uhm… like to go to dinner… or something?”

“oh!” you almost feel yourself freeze up again. so… this is what it’s all about. you bite your lips and consider the question. friends go to dinner with each other, right? of course they do! then why… why does this feel so distinctly un-friend-like? why does it feel so much more —

“w-we don’t have to if you don’t want to — i just — it’s — never mind —”

“no! i — i want to — i really want to —” you blurt out, reaching towards him without thinking, and then — his hand is in yours and it is just as big and warm as you’d always imagined. implicitly, his fingers curl around your palm and for a few seconds, all the pair of you do is stare. and stare.

and stare.

you’re holding his hand.

and sawamura daichi, of all people, is holding your hand right back.

“okay then — g-good! good — let’s go.”

he turns, tugs you with him. he doesn’t let go.

he takes you to an italian place, where the spaghetti is too long and the meatballs steaming in the center, where well-dressed people all around you order wine with names neither of you can pronounce and when the waiter comes by, daichi asks for two glasses of martinelli’s on the rocks.

you nearly burst out laughing, but his fingers skim over your hand as he reaches out to refill your glass and this time, you don’t pull away. and when he reaches out to wipe a bit of sauce from the edge of your lips, you bite down the urge to look away —

his smile sweet and just a sheepish as he tugs his hand away and immediately takes a too-big swig of his drink.

the night ends with your hand in his, the pair of you giggling at something or other as he walks you home, slow and steady.

in front of your house, you don’t tell him that you wished this night would never end. you don’t lean in and wait for a kiss. you swallow down the ocean’s worth of things you might or might not say, all the things you might or might not ask him — don’t go, take me with you, kiss me, hold my hand, never let go —

“uhm… can i — uh —” daichi motions vaguely between the two of you and you nod so fast and so hard that you actually think you might’ve cricked your neck in the process.

daichi laughs, the sound low and warm, before he leans in to cup your cheek in one of his hands and pull you slowly towards him.

it is a kiss that last forever. or, at least, almost forever, in your mind. and because it isn’t actually forever, you’re convinced that it’s not long enough. you feel yourself leaning forward as he tries to pull away, your lips chasing his, a whine curling up the back of your throat.

“d-daichi — please —” you don’t mean to sound to broken, so desperate.

daichi blinks at the sound of your voice, pulling back with a slight frown.

“are… is everything okay? are we — is this going too fast? i’m sorry —”

“no! it’s not — i — it’s not too fast — it’s just —”

you clamp down on your bottom lip and wonder how much to tell him.

finally, you look back up and jerk your head towards the door, “do you… wanna come up for some tea?”

daichi blinks, thrown by your sudden offer, but he nods nonetheless.

in the comfort of your own room, with two cups of tea steaming between you, you tell him. you tell him that it’s almost an alien thing to have someone touch you, that sometimes, you don’t feel like you deserve it, even though it’s a strange thing to think.

and all the while, daichi sits and listens, nursing his cup of tea between his hands.

when you’re finished, daichi is quiet. and then, he sets down his teacup and motions for you to come closer. you hesitate for a split second before scootching till you’re sitting by his side, your arms so close to touching that that you can feel the heat of his skin next to yours.

slowly, he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. just as slowly, he smiles and turns your faces towards him.

“can i?” he asks, ever the gentleman, ever so soft and patient and imploring.

you nod, and he leans in.

it is a slow learning, at least at first — him, with the curves of your body, the tenuous connections of your mind, the lines of demarcation between too much and not enough. and you — the plains of his chest, the solid of his fingers, the always-there-ness of his presence as he leans in close, presses a palm to the small of your back, slings an arm over your shoulder casually in between classes, offers you his jacket when it’s cold outside.

it’s a slow learning, but you learn, and he’s a wonderful teacher.

you can see now why he’s the captain of the volleyball team, why people trust him implicitly.

and then, all at once, it seems as if you can’t get enough. suddenly, you find yourself tugging him close, and then closer, you — reaching for him, kissing him with a hunger and desperation that makes his eyes go wide, makes his breath cut short. he laughs when you ask if this is okay — laughs and pulls you back, kisses you just as hard.

“y-yeah — it’s okay — more than okay — god —”

you revel in the gravel of his voice, soak yourself in the warmth emanating from his body as you both tumble back into your bed, the sheets shoved aside, the pillows knocked askew. he handles you gently, delicately, like bruised fruit, that is until you lean up and sink your teeth into the soft of his bottom lip, lick into his mouth and ask for more.

his eyes are dark when he pulls back, his chest heaving, his breaths thick with want —

“tell me — this is okay — tell me… or else — i — don’t know —”

“daichi — daichi, please —”

“i — shit —” he curses, leans down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, leans down to breathe you in, his fingers digging into your sides, holding you close, holding you still beneath him.

when he pulls away again, he seems slightly more put together. he takes a deep breath.

“i need… i need to know you’re okay… please.”

you nod, chewing on your lower lip as you nod and nod and nod.

“yes — i’m alright — i’m more than alright —” you reach up to fist your fingers in his hair, a dull ache gathering at the base of your stomach as he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut. it’s intoxicating to know that you have the power to do this to him.

“okay… okay then…” his breaths are coming in odd heaves and gasps, even as he steadies himself over you.

“daichi…” you murmur his name into the darkness of the night, watch as he opens his eyes to look at you, the moonlight spilling through your window in reams of silver.

“hm?” he smiles.

you smile too, “touch me. please.”

daichi lets out a breathy laugh, reaches out to brush a strand of your hair away from your face.

“well… since you asked so nicely…”

you laugh too, your head tossing back into your pillow as daichi’s fingers trail what feels like fire against the bare skin of your waist, then down, down —

you think, in the brief moments of clarity between the pleasure and the most beautiful kind of pain, that it might’ve been worth it. you think, in the moments between your panting gasps and the way daichi groans against your ear, the sound sending your whole body thrumming with anticipation, that if you had to wait for your whole life just to be touched like this —

to be held by him like this, to be kissed and treasured just like this… that it would’ve all been worth it.

you close your eyes as daichi’s fingers make magic and music of your body, of a body that you’d never known could hold things even remotely close to magic or music — you let your head tip back, let your fingers fist in the sheets beneath you —

“i-is that good?” he asks.

you keen, whimpering high in the back of your throat as you nod.

“it’s — it’s good — it’s perfect —”

to which daichi laughs and leans down to brush his lips against your skin.

“yes…” he says, looking down at you, his eyes full of love and starlight, “yes… that you are.”

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year

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Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

A story in which a seemingly innocent Halloween costume party at Kiyoko's beachfront home takes a sinister turn when a guest is found dead under mysterious circumstances. With the Haikyuu characters in elaborate costumes and where everyone is a suspect, you must unravel the truth before the end of the night and the killer escapes.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

one [Introduction]

two [Dorothy]

three [Sherlock Holmes] [NSFW]

four [James Bond]

five [Alice in Wonderland]

six [Firefighters]

seven [Wizard]

eight [Gold]

nine [The Great Gatsby]

ten [Mr. Hyde]

eleven [Rose]

twelve [Alan Grant]

thirteen [Magician]

fourteen [Vampire]

fifteen [Dr. Henry Jekyll]

sixteen [Epilogue]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 13, 6:00pm est)

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ya9amicide · 6 months

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♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating daichi sawamura.

#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu aesthetic #camera roll fic #camera roll fanfiction #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi #daichi sawamura x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x y/n #sawamura daichi x y/n #daichi sawamura x you #sawamura daichi x you

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fum1ku · 3 months

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LOVE TROPES - HQ BOYS

ft. osamu miya, daichi sawamura, kei tsukishima, keishin ukai, atsumu miya

should i be working on the highly requested pt. 2 to my recent works that’s currently sitting in my drafts? yes. should i also probably be working on the few requests i’ve got in my inbox? also yes. am i still over here writing whatever this is instead of doing those things? absolutely. at least i’m writing something!

OSAMU: friends to lovers.

you had been friends with the miya twins since high school. you had always butt heads with atsumu; bickering back and forth about anything and everything. but it was different with osamu. it felt like you both understood each other, in a way. plus the mutual dislike you both had for atsumu definitely helped. and now, nearly 8 years later, your friendship was still going strong.

well past 8pm, you stood over the front counter at onigiri miya with samu cleaning behind the counter for closing, and atsumu sitting at a stool next to you.

“i don’t know what his problem is! we go out for drinks one night, wind up at his place, and then the next day he can’t even be bothered to send me a single fucking text. seriously. i’m done!” you were going on about your.. most recent boyfriend.

“why don’tcha just dump him then?” atsumu offered, his mouth full of the onigiri osamu had made for him.

“atsumu, you’re disgusting! and i can’t because we aren’t even a thing! which is good—i don’t want us to be.”

osamu laughed at you two from behind the counter.

“okay well then what’s the problem! i don’t understand you women,” atsumu exclaimed, licking off the last bits of onigiri form his fingertips and shoving his plate behind the counter. “i’ve got practice tomorrow. so i’m gone. some of us actually have real problems that aren’t centered around one night stands with guys!”

“oh right, atsumu, like your sex life is any better,” you muttered. the door slammed shut behind him as the bell above the door exhibierst through the building.

you sighed, sinking further into your chair.

“here,” osamu slid a plate towards you. “might make ‘ya feel better. plus i need feedback to see if it’s worth addin’ to the menu.”

you smiled. “thanks, osamu. and yeah, i’ll give good feedback, promise!”

osamu smiled to himself as he wiped down the back counter. yeah, sure, after 8 years of pining he was no closer to asking you out. but, no matter what, he’d always be here to make you food whenever another boy made you cry.

DAICHI: love at first sight.

it had been a long practice and daichi had decided to treat everyone to a snack down at sakanoshita. daichi stood with suga and asahi waiting for the 1st and 2nd years to finish grabbing their fill. tanaka and noya had seen daichi paying as an opportunity to grab whatever they wanted.

“c’mon you guys!” suga yelled from across the store. “we don’t have all day!”

it has been a long day of classes for you, so it wasn’t even an option in your mind whether you should stop at the convenience store or not. only now you had found yourself in your own little debate.

“milk tea.. or coffee?” you mumbled to yourself. you were bent down over the drinks section taking your sweet time.

daichi turned around to see you and knew he was gone right then and there.

suga scoffed at the two 2nd years taking their time, only to turn back and find daichi’s gaze focused on you.

“hey, daichi, maybe we should—” he started, but stopped as soon as he noticed daichi staring. he whispered to asahi and they both began berating their poor captain.

“c’mon, dude! why don’t you just go talk to them? we obviously have the time!” suga nudged at his arm.

daichi denied anything. “hey, i don’t even now what you’re talking about, suga! we’re here for snack for the team, just go focus on that.”

“hey, don’t we go to school with them? y/n l/n. class 2, i think,” asahi piped up. he couldn’t remember where exactly he knew you from, though.

daichi was sure if he had gone to school with you, he’d remember.

“they’re in photography club! that’s how i know them! they asked me to join after i dropped out of volleyball,” asahi recalled, loud enough to grab your attention.

you looked up to find the set of 3rd years staring in your direction. your drink in hand, you made your way up to them.

“azumane, right? nice to see you again!” you beamed.

“y-yeah, right! good to see you too, l/n,” he smiled, nervously.

“are you guys in line?” you questioned.

“no—no we’re not! sorry about that!” daichi apologized, moving to the side to allow you to get to the register.

you placed your drink on the counter, making small talk with the guy at the front register.

“c’mon, daichi! if you don’t ask them before they leave you might not get to again!” suga whispered.

“suga, let it go. it’s too strange—they don’t even know me.”

suga shoved daichi forward just as you turned around to make your way towards the door.

“oh! hi!” you mused.

“s-sorry. hi.. again.”

“sawamura, right? you’re the captains of the volleyball team!” you smiled.

“yeah, i am. and you’re l/n, right? asahi was telling me about you. you’re in photography.

“i am, actually! and please, just call me y/n!”

“then just call me daichi!”

first name basis after 10 minutes? way to go daichi!

“actually..” you started. “i was wondering if it’d be possible for me to take some action shots of the volleyball team? i was going to use them for an upcoming project of mine. of course if not, that’s okay too! you probably need to talk it over with the team.”

“yeah—absolutely! i’ll have to talk it over with everyone, but i don’t see it being a problem at all,” he said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “what class are you in? i can talk to you some time next week to figure out what day would work best.”

“here,” you said, turning around to the man behind the counter. “excuse me, do you have a pen i could borrow?”

the man tossed you a pen, not giving a second look to you from behind his magazine. you pulled out daichi’s arm and started scribbling down numbers.

your.. phone number?

“now you can call me, that’ll be easier!” you smiled. “anyways, i gotta run. see you later, daichi. tell azumane i said bye too!”

he was speechless. did he really manage to get your number without even trying?

suga ran up behind him. “dude! how? you hardly said anything to them!”

“wow, daichi’s got skills with the ladies!” tanaka mused, noya trailing behind them. their arms were stacked full with all kinds of snacks.

he was definitely not paying for all of those.

KEI: academic rivals to lovers.

you worked at the library at the university you attended. tsukishima had seen you around campus a few times. yamaguchi would go as far as to describe you as tsukishima’s “campus crush”—which tsukki of course denied. he hardly even knew you.

but, this semester is when things finally got interesting. you had wound up taking the course tsukishima was the TA for.

you were currently bent down behind a bookshelf in the campus library, organizing the books that needed to be put away. you noticed a hand grab a book off your cart.

you stood up. “anything you need help finding?”

“no,” the man stated, blankly.

you examined the book in his hand. “wait. are you in psych 301? haven’t seen you in there before.”

“kei tsukishima. i’m the assistant in that class this semester.”

“oh! i’m y/n l/n. are you reading that book for fun then, or?”

“i know. i graded your last essay. something about the human consciousness or whatever,” he stated, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

your face went hot. “oh? so you were the one that gave me a B- on that. that was the best paper i’ve written all semester!”

“yeah, only because you can’t write any better ones. and maybe actually read the syllabus before you join the class,” he deadpanned.

“okay, mr. know-it-all. and for what it’s worth, i did in fact read the syllabus.”

“well if you actually paid attention, then you’d know this book was meant to be read alongside the other materials.”

wait. what?

before you could say another word, he placed the book back down in the cart. “my email is on the syllabus if you’d actually care to read it. good luck actually passing the class.”

you were so going to find that syllabus. and you were definitely doing to pass that class.

KEISHIN: second chance.

stepping foot into sakanoshita after years felt like a dream. but seeing keishin, your high school boyfriend, sitting there behind the counter, was what really sent you back.

“keishin?”

ukai actually took the time to look up form his magazine, and he was glad he did. “y/n?”

“keishin!” you smiled. “i didn’t realize you family still owned the place!”

he stood up form his seat behind the counter. “yeah! work here part-time, coach volleyball the other half.

“you coach volleyball? does the old ukai not coach anyone then?”

“nah, old man retired last year. still coaches a few younger kids on the side. but, hey, how have you been? it’s been years since i last saw you in miyagi. 4? 5, maybe?”

“yeah,” you sighed. “it’s definitely been awhile. but life has been great in tokyo. my internship finally ended and so i’m back here for the next month or two!”

“really? you got to let me take you out sometime—drinks, to celebrate.”

you felt the slight rush of heat to your cheeks. “r-right! of course!”

“hey, if you wanted, we close in less than an hour. you could wait here till then, catch up, then let me take you out for drinks.”

“alright,” you smiled, taking a seat behind the counter next to ukai. “tell me about your team then. where do you coach? karasuno?”

you felt like you were 16 all over again. just him and you.

ATSUMU: opposites attract.

you were the promotional manager for the msby black jackals. everyone on the team loved you—yes, even sakusa. though he wouldn’t admit it. but, atsumu being the sly guy he is, took every opportunity to flirt with you. of course, keeping things professional, you shut him down every chance you got. plus, it would never work. ever. you knew that.

he was childish, you were mature—top of your office only a few months in. he was selfish half the time, and he’d always describe you as one of the most thoughtful people he’s ever met. he was confident and bold. you were quiet and reserved, at least time him. so when you find yourself alone with him at the gym one night late after practice, going through your binder of advertising ideas, you didn’t know what to make of it. the way you could feel he eyes focused on you and only you drove you insane.

you finally took a break form your rant about new promotional ideas for the team, leaving a heavy silence between the two of you.

“y/n?” he finally said, breaking for silence.

“yeah, atsumu?” you respond, not looking up form your binder.

“you should let me take ‘ya out. i mean it.”

you quietly gasped to yourself.

sure, atsumu had made pass after pass at you every day for the last few months since you started working with the team. but, this time, he sounded so.. genuine.

what’s even worse is you couldn’t help yourself from the words the escape your lips in the last moment.

“okay.”

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↣ title: of and for gods - chapter vii - { chapter vi ৹ chapter viii (wip) }

↣ pairing: sex god!daichi sawamura x f!mortal!reader

↣ wc: 4.7k

↣ warnings: nsfw. mdni. concubines. exhibitionism/voyuerism (sort of). virginity loss. naïvete. guided handjob, blowjob. oral (m & f receiving). first orgasm (f). praise. jealousy.

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A pair of armed guards stood outside the doors, opening them for you and the virgin goddess as you approached them. Even before crossing the threshold you could see that Daichi’s bedchamber was massive; bigger than your family’s entire cottage had been.

Upon entering, you found the god of sex leaning against one of his sturdy bedposts where he had been waiting with his thick arms folded over his broad chest. He wore a long, red silken robe that teased you with a glimpse of his beautifully bronzed pectoral cleavage.

As Shojo led you to him, a subtly wicked smile formed on Daichi’s handsome face, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. His pupils dilated, his brown irises nearly overtaken by his mounting lust, reminding you of the intense gaze in which he held you the night you first met back at the tavern. You responded with a coy smile, but found yourself falling into the dark depths of his eyes once again, compelling you to look away.

Shojo declared that you were indeed a pure virgin before making her way across the room behind the partition where the god’s other concubines waited.

Daichi strode around you as if sizing you up before stopping behind you. His rough fingertips against the soft skin of your shoulder sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. With the smoothest of movements, he removed the clasp from your shoulder, allowing your robe to fall open and expose your breasts. When he placed a soft kiss on one of your goosebumped shoulders, you closed your eyes and exhaled through your mouth. His lips blazed a trail across your skin, upwards along the side of your neck before stopping behind your ear.

Daichi’s voice was low and deep, his breath warm against your skin. “Are you frightened, mortal?”

“A little,” you answered honestly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” he said, smoothing his slow hands down the length of your bare arms.

“I-I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do…” you admitted with a slight tremble in your voice.

“Then I’ll guide you.” Daichi nipped at the back of your neck. “Teach you.” You shuddered at his words. You believed him, trusted him. “Turn around and face me,” he said.

The sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears grew louder knowing you were going to meet those eyes again. You did as he said and once again, your gaze faltered under the intensity of his. You began to tear up, mostly out of frustration for not being able to look at your God for more than a few seconds without wavering.

He brought his hand to your face and stroked your cheek. “Look at me, mortal.” You galvanized yourself with resolve and met Daichi’s overwhelming gaze. “Why do you look away from me?”

“Because it feels like your eyes are traps and I begin to fall in when I look into them. I feel the same way I imagine a small animal feels when it is being hunted as prey or for sport.”

Daichi tilted his head. “That’s because you are, mortal. I want you.” His lips touched the corner of your mouth. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. To have you. To claim you.”

Behind the wicker partition, Rose clenched her jaw at the way the god was speaking to you. The way he was looking at you.

You drew a slow, ragged breath before brushing your lips closer to his and pressing against them as lightly as a feather. “Then I am yours for the taking, my Lord,” you whispered.

Daichi’s cock twitched at such words having fallen from your virgin lips. He wanted to savor this innocence, to milk your purity for all it was worth before stripping you of it. Your body would only be pure for only a few more minutes and he intended to make the most of it.

He returned your kiss, applying soft and deliberate pressure to your lips. It quickly intensified from there once you had both gotten a taste of the other.

“Touch me, mortal. I want to feel your hands on my body.”

You traced your fingertips upwards along Daichi’s arms and across his silk-covered shoulders before pushing them into his short, black hair. His tongue swiped between your lips, and you eagerly obliged his request for entrance. The soft, wet heat of his mouth invading yours fanned what had begun as a small flame between you. Now it flared ablaze as your kissing grew more urgent. He took one of your breasts in his hand and squeezed a little before carding his fingers around your budded nipple and giving it a gentle tug.

“Ohhh…” you exhaled.

Daichi’s mouth temporarily abandoned yours in favor of your other breast, swirling his hot tongue around your areola before sucking it into his masterful mouth. This sent another searing jolt to your core as your walls released a small amount of moisture to slicken your sex.

Although you were still out of your depths, the sex god’s gentle nature had assuaged some of your fear, your inhibition falling away as your need began to mount to a previously unknown height. Naturally, you had experienced arousal before, but this feeling, this sensation was something wholly unfamiliar to you. Your slick began to spread down between the apex of your thighs as you throbbed with desire. There was a strange feeling of emptiness, as though there was a void within you that desperately needed to be filled.

Daichi untied your belt, the entirety of your robe cascading down into a small pile of soft fabric around your feet. He stood back, his covetous eyes taking in every peak and valley of your smaller body while he rid himself of his own garb. Your face flushed with heat at the first glimpse of a man’s – your God’s – naked body. He was so close to you, and he had already given you permission to touch him, but all you could do was stare with your jaw on the floor, right alongside your dignity. Your wide eyes were particularly drawn to his hardening cock as you wondered if it was normal for one to be so big. You supposed it did stand to reason that the deity of desire would be well-endowed. His deep voice brought you out of your trance.

“See something you like?” Daichi asked with a smirk. Your eyes darted up to meet his, not so difficult to do now that he’d warmed you up to him and awakened your carnal appetite.

“S-sorry…”

Daichi scoffed, taking your hand between his fingers. “Don’t be sorry. I want you to look at me. All of me,” he said as he placed your hand on his chest with a reassuring nod. “Touch me.” He watched as you explored his naked, olive skin. “Very good, mortal. Keep going.”

He kneaded your ass with one hand while the other traveled from your hip, dragging his large fingers over your belly before roaming southward. They ventured from the crease of your leg down to the area where your thighs met, only an inch or two from your intact sex where he could already feel your slick against his fingers.

“Mmm…so wet already,” Daichi seductively murmured against your lips.

You smoothed your hands over the god’s broad shoulders, around the back of his neck, then down over the hard plane of his chest. He cupped your sex in his large hand, grinding his palm against you as his fingers massaged your inner and outer lips, your legs nearly giving way under his touch. No one else had ever touched you there. The way it felt when you touched yourself paled in comparison to how Daichi’s fingers were making you feel now.

“I’m going to ready you for my cock, mortal.”

You moaned when your Lord’s finger slid between your dripping labia before smoothing his calloused palm over your slippery clit. You gripped his bicep and tilted your head back in a deep groan. He kissed your exposed neck, licking and nipping at it as he picked up his pace.

“Oh my God!”

“Yes, that’s right, mortal,” Daichi slurred, tongue thick with lust, “I am your God.”

You grazed your thumbs across his nipples and felt him shudder as he parted his lips to release a low growl. Opening your eyes, you bit your lip at the sight of Daichi’s hand moving between your legs, the sinew of his forearm flexing as he flicked his thick fingertips against you. Your hands traveled downward, taking your time to feel every. single. dip between his sculpted abs before stopping above the trail of black hair that led from his navel to meet the larger patch above the base of his cock. You watched in awe as a bead of precum emerged from its thick head.

Your God guided your shaking hand to his full erection. “Go ahead, touch it. I want to feel your pretty little fingers around my cock.” You curled your fingers around him, or at least as much of him as you could hold. His cock was thick and hot. Heavier than what you’d thought one could be. He hummed his approval. “Stroke me. Like this.” Closing his hand over yours, Daichi squeezed with an exquisite amount of pressure and guided your small hand along his girthy length. “And it feels especially good if you massage the tip like this,” he breathed, moving your hand to wring his silky-smooth cockhead.

“Like this?” you whispered, moving your hand back and forth along his rock hard shaft.

“Mhmm,” Daichi moaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Tighten your grip a little. Yes, just like that,” he said with a sigh as you felt him twitch in your hand. More pre oozed from the head and down over your thumb, a small drop of it hitting the floor beneath you. “See what you’re doing to me? You’re making my cock leak.” You smiled bashfully at his praise, licking your lips. “Would you like a taste of my prespend, mortal?”

You looked up at him with those innocent, approval-seeking eyes and nodded.

Daichi led you over to his bed and sat down on the edge with his feet spread apart on the floor. Guiding you by the hand he said, “Come a little closer, that’s it. Get on your knees between my legs. Keep stroking me. Good girl. Now, when you’re ready, taste me.”

He watched as you brought your tongue to the head of his cock and gave it a tentative kitten-lick. Having heard stories about how awful a man’s spend tastes, you were trepidatious at best. But as his bittersweet need coated your tongue, you wondered if this is what was meant by the phrase ‘nectar of the gods’. It was unlike anything you’d ever tasted - sweet like honey with a finishing hint of salted lemon. You’d swear the sex god’s spend had healing properties. You licked him again - more eagerly this time - as your fist slowly worked his shaft over.

Daichi’s fingers combed your hair to one side to give him a perfect view of your beautiful mouth as it worshiped his cock. “Mmmshit,” he hissed as the tip of your tongue prodded at his leaking slit. “Do you enjoy the way I taste, mortal?”

You looked up at him with his shaft in your fist and cooed, “Yes, God.”

“Good fucking girl. Keep going…” he said, lightly massaging your jaw.

Daichi’s flavor was intoxicating. You wanted more. You licked along his shaft to collect what had previously spilled around him. He hummed, louder than before. Having licked him clean, you returned your attention back to his thick cockhead, now a darker, angrier shade of pink than before. When you swirled your tongue around him, his hips rolled of their own accord, slowly pumping himself into your fist.

“Damn. Oh, that’s so good. I want you to try putting my cock in your mouth.” Daichi wrapped his thumb and index finger below his swollen tip and said, “Try taking me this far at first.” Smearing his slippery cockhead against your lips, he instructed you to “Open your mouth, mortal. Good, now drag your lips down to where my fingers are. Mmhmm, right there...“

More of his pre leaked out and before he could tell you what to do next, you started sucking on the head of his cock, pulling a long, deep groan from the god of sex himself.

“Ahh fuck…look at you. Taking to my cock like a duck to water. You’re a natural- fuuuck…”

You had sunk your lips a little further down Daichi’s shaft, growing more and more addicted to pleasuring him. Wanting - no - needing more of his praise, you sucked him a little harder, paying close attention to his reactions, taking mental notes of what you were doing every time he moaned, hissed, and groaned. Every word of praise, every tremble of his hips. Every drop of his prespend as it trickled down your throat.

“Try taking me a little deeper…” Between your eagerness to please Daichi and your lack of experience, you tried to take him too deep, too fast and came up choking. “Swallow, dove. It helps with the gagging,” he said while stroking your hair.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry, my Lord. I really want to please you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t do better.”

Daichi smoothed his thumb across your cheek. “You’re doing incredibly well, mortal, even better than I expected and…” he gave you a warm, comforting smile, “...I am quite pleased.” He took your hands and pulled you to your feet before taking you by the waist and pulling you closer. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”

He helped you straddle him before kissing you deeply as he held you, pulling you closer until his cock grazed your virgin slit. “Oh, God-“ you gasped, flinching.

“Be not afraid, mortal woman. Did I not tell you I would take care of you?”

“Yes, but…” you sputtered, breathless with desire. “I’ve never been this close to…you know…”

“It’s going to be okay. Trust me.” Daichi’s length stood between your bodies and he positioned your hips such that his cockhead caught your clit as he rocked his hips beneath you. You had never felt so much pleasure as when the veiny underside of his girth slid along your little pink bud. Digging your fingertips into his shoulders, you threw your head back and cried out. “That’s it, good girl. Feels good, does it not?”

“Yesss-hahhh…” Your mouth hung open as your head lolled back, still clinging desperately to the god’s shoulders.

Supporting you with his arms, Daichi’s cock bounced against you as he laid you down on his enormous bed, which was large enough to accommodate several bodies. He kissed you as his body claimed the space between your open legs, his strong tongue invading your hungry mouth before licking the side of your neck. He sucked on it long and hard enough to leave his mark before dipping down to taste your breasts again, then further still to kiss and lick your belly.

Daichi lifted one of your legs to his mouth and set out on a long, hot journey inside the soft, creamy length of your thighs, watching you closely as he went. He pressed your knees further apart as his lips blazed a path upward, closer to your apex, getting closer and closer to your virgin sex with every hot exhale of his breath against your flesh.

Daichi settled down on his belly with your thighs resting on his shoulders. “Look at me, mortal,” he urged.

You obeyed and watched as the primordial god of sex opened his mouth and, without breaking eye contact, licked a soft line between your petals before slowly flicking his tongue over your pink, glistening bud. You arched your back off his bed as you cried out, your eyes rolling back behind fluttering eyelids. He wrapped his arms over each of your thighs to help hold you down and keep you from squirming too far away from him.

Positioning his hand between your legs, he spread your labia and repeated the same swipe of his tongue, swirling the tip of it around the outer edges of your clit.

“OhfuckohhhhGod!“

Growling his approval, Daichi flattened his tongue and licked over your slit again, this time closing his lips around your hard clit as he ground his hips against the bed, a sticky, wet spot forming in the satin beneath his cock. An unfamiliar pressure began to build somewhere between your womb and the base of your spine, becoming more intense until all you could do was twist the sheets in your fists, your feet finding leverage against your God’s hard back and raising your hips off the bed.

But Daichi, the god of sex – your God of Sex - was unrelenting in his pursuit of your ecstasy. He moaned and followed your movements, never releasing your tiny bundle of nerves from the pulsing suction of his expert mouth. The pressure kept building inside you until something deep within you finally snapped. It sent you reeling from a terrible height, crying out as your fingers gripped his hair to hold him in place while you rocked your hips purely on instinct. But Daichi had no intention of letting you squirm your way out of his mouth. His muscular arms anchored you to his bed as you rode your orgasm to its end against his face.

When he finally released you, you had been reduced to a crying, babbling mess, trembling at the aftershocks as they spread like lightning deep beneath your charged skin. You had never felt more vulnerable and began to self-soothe by hugging yourself when you shivered. You felt the bed beside you give under Daichi’s weight, his arms pulling you against his large, protective body to give you comfort. You breathed in his familiar scent, calming you as he planted lazy kisses on your face and neck while whispering words of affirmation, assuring you of your safety over and over until you had stopped shaking and crying.

“Wh-at just h-happened to me?”

“That, my precious mortal, was your first orgasm. Everything you’re feeling right now is entirely natural and normal. You’re okay. I’ve got you, alright?”

You nodded your head against your Lord’s warm chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, holding fast to him as though your life depended on it.

“Look at me.” You turned your head to face him again, bringing your gaze to his lips. He brushed a lock of your hair from your face. “You are so beautiful. You’re doing great.”

You nodded and wrapped your fingers around his wrist before kissing him there. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“Do you want to continue, or do you want to stop for now?”

Such a thoughtful deity. You never knew a concubine would have options such as these. But you were Daichi’s concubine. He was the god of sex after all and would never taint the physical expression of love and desire by forcing it on anyone. Quite to the contrary, it angered him when mortals used sex as a weapon. Even if you told him you couldn’t finish with him, there were four other stunning females already within earshot who would eagerly answer his beck and call to join him in a languid mess of hands and legs and breasts and moans until all of them came at least once.

Either way, there would be no shortage of pleasure coursing through his readied body this day. You were free to bow out until you were ready to take his cock. It would not be the first time the virgin goddess would have to make another house call to witness and notarize the surrender of a servant’s innocence to their God.

“I…want to continue.”

Daichi smiled. “Good girl,” he whispered into your mouth before claiming it with his own.

You slipped your hand between your God’s legs and began to stroke his heavenly cock again. He groaned as he rolled on top of you, using his knee to widen the space between your legs before settling there. Caging you between his arms, Daichi began moving his hips, gliding his aching cock over your dripping pussy. You gasped when the head caught your still-twitching clit. He dipped down to kiss and nip at your earlobe when his deep voice rumbled in your bones. “Whenever you’re ready, dove…”

With your hands in his hair and your calves rubbing his thighs, you asked, “Will it hurt?”

“Only if you want it to,” he smirked playfully. “But, no, I will not allow it to hurt without your consent.” He captured your breast in his mouth, grazing his teeth across your taut nipple.

“I-mm…God, feels good. Please…I am ready.”

“Keep your eyes on me, dove,” Daichi said soothingly as he moved to guide himself to your entrance. Now, unlike so many times before, you couldn’t have looked away if you had wanted to as he pressed against your wet, delicate opening.

Finally, he thought as he began to ease himself inside, gently stretching you open with the thick head of his cock. His lust-laden brown eyes that once held an almost threatening intensity were now soft, speaking to you, telling you that everything was going to be okay. And you believed him. Trusted him.

He worked himself in slowly, with intention, but when Daichi’s cockhead finally popped through the tight ring inside your opening, you cried out at the heretofore unfathomable pleasure. Never had you imagined anything could feel as exquisite as the pressure of being spread open around Daichi’s divine cock.

It was done. With the virgin goddess as your witness, the primordial god of sex had claimed you, taken your innocence. You knew you were his now, as did he.

“Breathe, mortal…” he hissed, clenching his teeth at the vise-like grip your tiny, unused hole had on him.

In its throes of ecstasy your entire body had seized, making your walls clench impossibly tighter around your God’s dick.

You took a few deep breaths as your fingers released their death grip on his forearms. When he felt you relax around him, Daichi eased his large cock in a bit more, closely monitoring your reactions. He looked between your bodies before looking into your eyes again with a small smile on his face.

“You’re doing so well taking me inside your pretty little pussy,” he cooed as he worked himself deeper inside you, the girth and drag of his cock earning a series of whimpers from you.

Daichi lowered his body, satisfying the contact your naked bodies had craved for so long. Brushing his lips against yours, he worked his hips a little faster until he was making soft love to you. The initial burst of pressure had relented enough for you to appreciate the other sensations the sex god bestowed upon your body – the heat of his quickening breath teasing your skin, the racing of his heart against your chest, the brush of his fingers from your ticklish ribs all the way down to your knee without breaking stride, the vibrations of his moans rushing straight to your core.

“Oh my God, it aches in the best possible ways,” you keened as his lower back undulated under your touch with every slow thrust of his hips.

“Say my name,” he commanded.

“Daichi…” you sighed, smiling, oblivious to the quiet gasps from the other side of the partition.

Rose’s long, painted fingernails impressed red crescents inside her palms. Daichi had never given any of his sex servants the liberty to address him by name so soon. Even she hadn’t been granted permission until she had been with him for several weeks! Just who the hell were you and why did her Daichi feel such a level of comfort with you as to freely give to you what had taken her weeks to earn?

“Fuck yes. Say it again.” The sound of his name riding on your quivering lips made that sweet, familiar ache bloom deep inside his loins.

You cupped his face in your hands and dragged your lips along his cheek as he rutted into you. “Does it feel good to you, Daichi? I want to give you pleasure, too.”

“You’re giving me immense pleasure, (y/n),” he panted. “Your heat enveloping me, so overwhelmingly snug inside, just perfect for me. You are so fucking perfect for me,” he said, rolling his hips against you as he showered you with his praise. “I want to feel your orgasm. Cum for me, y/n…” he ordered in a breathy growl.

His command was your wish.

The god of sex had taken full control of your body and mind. Pleasures of the flesh was his rulership; the act of love was his birthright. The moment Lord Daichi willed you to cum, you had been rendered powerless to avoid it. You arched your back and cried out against his shoulder as your second orgasm tore through you, more devastating than the first.

With his mouth hanging open and his balls drawing up, the immortal deity looked between your bodies to watch you adorn his meaty shaft with pearl-white rings as his hips began to buck. “Mmmfuck, I’m…gonna release…”

With one hand planted beside your head, Daichi reached down and pulled himself out. With his brow furrowed and his mouth agape, he tugged vigorously on his wet member to coax his spend from its slit. You watched curiously as he began to ejaculate, a loud groan escaping the god when the first spurt coated your clit, followed by a long, powerful ribbon that splashed across your breast, so warm and creamy on your budded nipple. Daichi panted your name as his strong cock jerked and unloaded the rest of his hot, sticky seed onto your belly. After tugging the last drops from his sensitive cock head, he dipped down and dragged his tongue along your belly to collect a healthy serving of his semen. Bringing his lips to yours, he slipped his tongue inside and pushed his nectar into your mouth, making you moan with gratitude.

“Stick your tongue out for me, y/n. Let me see my spend in your mouth,” he rasped. You obeyed your Lord, showing him his delicious cum as it pooled at the back of your throat. Greatly pleased with this, he rewarded you by telling you to swallow. “What do you think of my flavor now?”

You hummed in appreciation, eyes fluttering closed as you licked your lips. “Mm-want more,” you moaned, rubbing your inner thighs against his naked hips.

Still hovering over you, his cock was still as hard as it had been when he first entered you. He chuckled and pushed a damp lock of your hair from your sweat-beaded brow before kissing you deeply.

“Let’s wrap up the initiation ritual so I can send everyone else away,” he whispered, pecking you sweetly on the lips. “No more prying eyes. I want you all to myself.”

You beamed and nodded, eager to be joined with Daichi again - just the two of you in a steamy, hedonistic pile of flesh where you could speak freely to one another while your bodies moved as one.

“Stay here,” he said, moving to the edge of his spacious bed before beckoning Shojo.

She appeared from behind the partition, her reaction to seeing a naked god with a full erection, still wet with his lover’s slick, indicating that this was something to which she was not unaccustomed. You wondered how many deflowering rituals she had witnessed to be so unaffected by such gratuitous nudity. She smiled and assured him that everything was in order, even congratulated him as she nodded at you before taking her leave.

He called for the rest of his harem and bid them retirement to their quarters. You watched as your lover re-joined you in bed, missing Rose’s icy glare as she exited Daichi’s quarters.

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dumpster love

once upon a time (bad influence ୨ৎ)

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you laughed as you kept your phone in your pocket, making daichi look at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“kuroo asked if it was a date.” you looked back at him, trying to play it cool.

daichi broke the eye contact, laughing while shaking his head.

“nope.” your heart sunk a bit. “i’ll take you on a proper date.”

your eyes widened and you sat up straight, turning your head towards daichi.

“what? i don’t think it’s a surprise i’m interested in you.” he said, nonchalantly as if it didn’t make your heart flutter at the idea of him liking you back.

the idea of liking someone was still foreign to you. but you knew that you enjoyed talking to him. you enjoyed being around him. that's a start, right?

“a-are you asking me out?” you stuttered.

“will you go out with me?” daichi rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance as he slipped out a chuckle.

“yeah,” you nodded, giving him a huge smile. “i’d like that.”

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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years

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i've been so stupid h*rny lately and i just want a nice and sweet drabble of daichi fucking his cum back into you and whispering absolute filth about how he's gonna make you pregnant 🥲

Characters | Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

WC | 300+

A/N | Thanks for requesting this anon! Hope its filthy enough for you! I haven’t written anything nsfw in a while, i’ve been in a bit of a rutt with it, thats why its pretty short! But hope you enjoy none the less!!

TW | Breeding kink, mating press, pet name ‘baby girl’.

Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Drabble Masterlist

Daichi couldn’t stop thinking about how you ran your hand along the soft fabric of the small bodysuit, the words following after infiltrating his brain all day.

“Dai! Look how cute this is! Can’t wait till we get to go shopping for this sort of thing.”

It was innocent, you didn’t realise you had just opened Pandora's box in his mind. Thoughts of you plump and round, pregnant with his child. He struggled to keep his composure.

It was only later when he finally got you into bed, the sinful sounds of not only skin on skin but Daichi’s filthy words, that you realised what you had unleashed.

“Mmm want me to fuck a baby into you?” He groaned, his eyes trailing down your fucked out form, focusing on where you were both joined. “Think I didn’t see what you were insinuating earlier? I’m gonna fuck you so full, you will be so pretty pregnant”

His thrusts were wild, fast and hard. Your legs shoved to your chest as he pistoned his cock in and out of your overstimulated cunt, completely drunk on your pussy. You were babbling, nothing that came out of your mouth made sense, pure nonsense mixed in with moans and whimpers.

It wasn’t long before he was pumping his first load inside of you, a hiss leaving his mouth at how you pulsated around him. Milking him for every last drop he could give you.

“Fuck… take it babygirl, take all my cum” He moaned under his breath as he pulled his cock out, watching as you ever so slowly started to leak his cum from your puffy cunt.

He tutted under his breath at the site, barely allowing you to catch your breath before he shoved himself back inside, ramming his hips back flush against yours. The whimper that passed your lips only egging him on to fuck you harder this round.

“Can’t have any wasted if you're gonna get pregnant can we?” He growled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your ankle before pushing your thighs back against your chest once again

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tiniestbee · 1 year

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Make Me

Daichi liked the little things in life; a nice dinner with his old teammates, a kiss goodbye before he left the house, and of course, the vivid recollections of you sobbing as he forced another orgasm out of you with his tongue and fingers before he had you absolutely wrecked on his cock.

Or, Daichi is a pleasure dom and no one can change my mind.

tags : not sfw, pwp, reader insert, afab reader, attempted bratting by reader, daddy kink, feminine nicknames used for reader(darling, princess, sweet girl), established relationship, established dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, stop light system, mention of safewords(not used), aged up characters, not canon compliant, author does not use y/n

a/n : originally posted to AO3 on 9/5/20. vaguely self shipy in terms of reader's height, but otherwise it should be fairly neutral. also, is this realistic? probably not. was it hot when I wrote it? absolutely. this was the first explicit fic I posted to AO3, and also the first I've posted to Tumblr since crossposting, so if you notice a tag I should have included, please let me know, and thanks so much for reading!

minors, ageless, and blank blogs DNI, you will be blocked!

Normally, Daichi wouldn’t bat an eye at your antics; twirling around in a too short skirt you picked out just for him, brushing up against him while he worked on dinner and rambling a mile a minute. But when you started getting mouthy, asking him “why should I?” and “can’t you do it?”, his patience started wearing thin. It wasn’t until you dropped this particular bomb, however, that he finally snapped.

“Darling,” Daichi sighed, “I’m going to need you to be a little quieter for me until I get this done. Can you do that for me?”

“I dunno. Why don’t you make me.”

Daichi all but froze, arching an eyebrow even though you couldn’t see it, and finished chopping the vegetables you’d need for dinner. That done, he put them into tupperware, studiously ignoring you for the time being, and set them in the fridge. You couldn’t help squirming while you waited for him to acknowledge you, thinking you had probably gone a little too far and maybe regretting it just a little.

“Oh, don’t get all shy now. Get over here,” He ordered, leaning back against the island while you made your way over, trying to fake a confidence you didn’t really feel. Throwing your arms around his waist, you shot him what you hoped was a blinding smile, pressing as close as you could into his chest.

“Yes Daddy?” You knew what it would do; you were already too far in to back out now, might as well enjoy the ride. Grabbing you by the upper arms, he spun you around and pinned you to the counter, hands flat on either side of you. It happened so fast you almost couldn’t react, breath caught in your throat as he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut while he attempted to steady his breath. Opening his eyes, he smirked down at you, straightening up until it felt like he was towering over you.

“Fine. You wanna play? Let’s play.” It was like a switch had flipped, and he was a whole other person standing in front of you. He reached down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the island, pressing his mouth to the base of your neck to suck and bite little marks into the skin. His hands slid up your thighs and under your panties, fingers hooking into the edges and pulling until they fell to the floor on their own.

His target freed, he moved back to fall to his knees, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pussy, wet and waiting. Wasting no time, he took each thigh in a bruising grip and licked a thick line up the center until he reached your clit, closing his lips around it when he did. You couldn’t help the jolt of your body when the heat of his tongue touched you, a shiver shooting up your spine.

As annoyed as you knew he was, he was surprisingly gentle, fingertip shaped bruises notwithstanding. You couldn’t help a giggle when his tongue swiped across your opening and his brows furrowed, clearly not expecting the liquid already seeping out to stain your skin. The giggle quickly morphed into a moan when he slid his index finger in, down to the knuckle in one slow glide. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Daichi was smirking down there.

He started a slow rhythm in and out, focusing his tongue on and around your clit to get you warmed up, thoughts of how best to get you sobbing on his cock as quickly as possible warring with how much he wanted to wring as many orgasms out of you with his mouth as he could. Shrugging internally, he decided he’d make you come as many times as it took to make you cry, then go from there.

With that in mind, he started eating you like a man starved to try and get you to orgasm as quickly as possible, carefully pressing in a second finger when he felt you were ready for it. With the extra stretch and added stimulation, it took only a few thrusts and you were gone, crying out and clenching around his fingers while he worked you through it. When he looked up at you, tongue still dragging over your clit even as the aftershocks began to fade, the glint in his eyes let you know you were in for a long night.

It felt like he knelt between your legs for hours, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you could barely think straight, and when he asked if you wanted him to stop, you’d say no, but when he asked if you wanted to come again, you’d say no too. After his most recent inquiry, he sat back on his heels to give you a bit of a breather, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to let you know he hadn’t left. Leaning his forehead on the edge of the counter, he figured now was the time to get you on his cock, tears be damned. He’d get you crying one way or another.

You had laid back on the island somewhere between orgasms four and six, maybe 20 minutes ago, maybe an hour, you weren’t sure, finally letting the built up tears spill over and leak down your temples and into your sweat soaked hair. Your whole body felt wrung out and sore, but nowhere more so than your swollen, sensitive clit. Even the slightest brush of your thighs sent a shock up your spine.

Daichi called your name to get your attention, watching you slowly sit up with a soft smile. Instead of answering, you merely cocked your head and looked down at him, making grabby hands in his direction. After searching your eyes to confirm you were still there with him, he chuckled and gathered you into his arms for a hug, one arm around your waist and one hand stroking your hair.

“How’re we feeling, princess?” Again forgoing words, you just nodded into his chest, humming a little tiredly. You felt really good, honestly. Somehow both tense all over and utterly relaxed, something only Daichi could manage to make you feel. Letting out a good natured huff, he carefully separated your limbs and held you at arms length, eyebrow raised. “I need your color.”

“Green Daddy. I’m green,” you answered, making eye contact to reassure him that yes, you were there, everything was good, you were fine. He still hesitated a moment, squeezing your upper arms a bit before he let go.

“You know I have to ask. I’ll be right back. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not really expecting one, and disappeared into your shared room. He exited fairly soon after, one hand behind his back like he was hiding something from you. Nothing could scare you at this point, what could it possibly be? Opening one of the drawers below you, he dropped the object in and closed it back, giving you an innocent smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, pulling him in for your first kiss since he’d pinned you to the counter a good hour or two prior. Daichi wasted no time in tilting his head and licking at the seam of your lips, teeth catching on your bottom lip when they opened. Otherwise he kept it slow, just deep enough to keep your attention while he stepped closer and dropped his hands to his jeans, popping the button and lowering the fly. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he shoved them both down just far enough to pull his dick free.

One hand gave himself a cursory stroke or two then just gripped it at the base, groaning into your mouth when it felt better than he expected. You couldn’t hold back a choked gasp when Daichi reached his hand down between your thighs, carefully avoiding the swollen nub as he trailed his fingers up and down, occasionally dipping a fingertip into your slick pussy to tease. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle, but safewording out never crossed your mind. Daichi would take care of you. He always did.

Finally breaking your kiss, he moved back, tapping your thigh and gesturing for you to get off the counter. Thinking he meant for you to get on your knees, you did as he asked, starting to kneel when his hand gripped your arm to stop you. He appreciated the thought of course, and maybe were this a regular day he would have you choke on it, but he had plans, so that would have to wait.

“Just turn around, love,” he explained, guiding you to face the island and gently pushing you until you were bent over it. You reached back and flipped your skirt up to expose your butt, shaking your hips as you looked back at him over your shoulder and absolutely beaming when he brought his free hand up to rub his face. “You’ll be the death of me, you know.”

Daichi pressed up against you and leaned down, your back to his chest, to press kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, sneaking his hand between you to circle your clit in earnest. Your body jolted underneath him, desperate to get away with nowhere to go, pinned between him and the counter again. A high whine forced itself out of your throat when he didn’t let up, squirming even as you felt the heat stirring low in your stomach.

“Daiichiii,” You cried, your legs twitching as the feeling teetered between pain and pleasure, too much and just enough. You had a feeling, likely a correct one, that he was trying to get one more out of you before he finally fucked you. How he could wait so long when he was rock hard and leaking, if the dampness on the back of your thigh was any indication, was beyond you. Your hands fluttered uselessly at your sides, curling and relaxing on thin air, until you stretched forward and grabbed the other side of the island, knuckles going pale from the pressure.

“Please, I don’t know if I can, I don’t, it hurts,” Your rambling devolved into meaningless sounds, the occasional yelp breaking the stream when he pressed a little too hard or moved too quickly. Body flushed from head to toe, you felt like you were on fire, a white hot ball condensing inside you that was egged on by the edge of pain.

Daichi could tell you were close by the way your muscles were tensing, and your moans had taken on a desperate tone, breaking off halfway through more often than not. Keeping his pace steady, he kissed his way back up your shoulder to the base of your neck and bit down, just hard enough to leave marks. The pain sent electricity down your spine and you came with a bitten off shout, mouth hung open as tears rolled down your cheeks and your muscles seized. Satisfied, he drew back, kissed the red indents left by his teeth and eased the pressure on your clit but kept the same pace, waiting until the initial shock died down to let your muscles relax.

“There’s my girl. I knew you had it in you,” He soothed, retracting his hand from underneath you to rub both hands up and down your sides, letting you come down in your own time. Once you had relaxed enough to lay mostly flat on the counter once more, he reached down to grab himself, rubbing his cockhead up and down your slick center while he waited. “Color?” He questioned once more, putting the slightest bit of pressure on your entrance as he passed it, not enough to slide in but enough that your pussy clenched every time he did.

You gave yourself a moment to think about the answer, which was unnecessary really, but for the sake of honoring the question, you did anyway. Tears aside, you felt pretty decent. Nothing hurt too badly, the stiffness in your fingers aside, you still knew where you were and who you were with, even if time had ceased to matter well before your third climax of the evening. So you answered green, a little hoarse from the crying but otherwise clear. Daichi let out a sigh of relief at your answer and tilted his hips forward, pushing until the head made it past the initial resistance with a little pop that caused a tiny jolt of your hips.

“Fuck, I forget how much I love your pussy sometimes,” He mumbled into your shoulder, pressing a final kiss into the skin before straightening up, letting out a weak laugh when you squeezed around him. You flushed at the words but couldn’t help the smile they caused. Daichi could dirty talk with the best of them, but somehow he very rarely swore. He hated how endearing you found it.

He cut your train of thought off in the best way possible, by starting a slow press into you, the same painfully steady pace from tip to base, until he bottomed out with a deep moan. Fully sheathed within you, his hands moved to your hips, holding you down until your hip bones ached from the pressure. It was a good ache though, one that meant you would bruise.

Your breath came out shuddering from the tears still leaking down your face, every single movement he made heightened by how sensitive you were. Shifting on your toes, you arched your back a little to let him slip just that last bit more in and groaned quietly, feeling like the head was pressed right up against your cervix. Your walls fluttered weakly around him as you acclimated to his size, still a little surprised you weren’t used to it by now. Relaxing your grip on the counter’s edge to spread your fingers a little, you let your hands lay flat on the counter before letting out a deep breath.

“You can move. I’m alright.”

Daichi needed no further encouragement, immediately drawing his hips back and thrusting forward, the sharp sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. Like in most things, he was steady but unrelenting; every thrust measured but giving you the full length of his cock again and again. The feel of him dragging against your insides was enough to cause a fresh wave of tears, keeping you from paying much attention at all to what else Daichi was doing until something cold and hard pressed directly onto your clit.

Daichi pressed the on button and the vibrations assaulting your swollen peak threatened to overwhelm you instantly, a scream ripped from your throat as the sensations finally registered. It was absolutely too much, you were sure you were going to fall apart right then and there. Every muscle in your lower body tensed, your pussy included, clenched so tight around his cock Daichi almost struggled to keep moving. He stopped moving when he was fully inside you once more, curling himself over your tight form to press his mouth to your ear, trying to sooth you as best he could.

“You’re okay, I promise. You can give me another, I know you can,” He murmured, giving a few experimental half thrusts before settling on slowly grinding against you, every shift sparking heat inside you. For some reason, that’s what did it; breaking down into sobs as you came so hard your vision spotted. Your hips started moving of their own accord, twitching back to try and push Daichi ever deeper then up to get away from the vibrator before starting over again, everything feeling like it was all too much. He didn’t stop his hips or remove the vibrator, all the while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, moving his free hand up your body to thumb away what tears he could reach.

Finally, just when it seemed like Daichi might leave you suspended in limbo between orgasm and let down, he clicked the vibrator off and you sprawled out on the counter like someone had cut your strings. It felt like you came forever, and even when the initial wave faded, aftershocks traveled up and down your entire body for a good minute after, each one causing you to clench around Daichi’s still achingly hard cock. You had the wherewithal to feel bad about that for a moment or two, before he was pulling out and helping you upright.

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet girl.” You hummed at the praise, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself standing. Your whole body felt like it was shaking, your legs from the now released tension and your chest as you tried to settle your breathing now that the tears had abated. Bending his knees, Daichi scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed with a chaste kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. You flopped back onto the pillows as soon as he let you go, wriggling until you were comfortable and waiting, eyes half closed, for him to return.

He did not too long after, soft shorts slung low on his hips and a warm washcloth in hand. He pressed one knee into the bed and leaned over you, carefully wiping your face before moving to the rest of you. He made sure to clean off any lingering wetness before tossing the cloth and crawling onto the bed. Flipping the covers back, he slid down into the sheets and beckoned you closer, an offer which you took gladly.Throwing your leg up over his hips, you laid your head on his chest and flopped your free arm over his stomach.

“That was good. Thanks Daddy.” Daichi grinned at the slur to your words, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your breathing deepened with sleep almost instantly. He should be the one thanking you, for putting up with him and his obnoxious need to have his mouth on you, but that could wait. Pulling the covers up and over the two of you, he murmured your name and pressed his nose to your hair, holding you close as he too descended into sleep.

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stunie · 2 months

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“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

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