#sawamura daichi

[soktokki]

Its been forever since i did some actual manga paneling and even longer since i drew daisuga but i was absolutely INSPIRED!!! What an amazing cute au for REAL 🤭🤭🤭

[megumimylove]

boyfriends who eat you out like their life depends on it, they don't care about the other stuff once they get their mouth attached to your cunt.

they get high off of licking and sucking your precious little pussy, seeing you sweating and moaning his name, barely managing to breathe properly, it makes their day.

they insist you to treat their face like your personal chair, they don't get tired and not a drop goes wasted around them.

in the middle of the night ? first thing in the morning? you'll find them in their favourite place, right between your thighs.

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miya atsumu, Miya osamu, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutaro, daichi sawanura, Gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nagi seishiero, itoshi rin, bachira meguru

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[megapteraurelia]

don’t look. don’t look, daichi. don’t—

sawamura daichi couldn’t help it. 

the strawberry pink of the candy rested in between your lips as you pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, a near invisible string of saliva connected to the sweet and it popped out with a loud smack that seemed to run down his spine, pooling in his too-tight pants.

daichi swallowed, throat dry, and looked away, letting his eyes wander over the blackboard his teacher had just scribbled on. mundane things, boring stuff, trying to think about anything but the way your tongue curled around the pink head— uh, the candy. 

the seams of his pants strained, uncomfortably so, and his hand holding the pencil was just sitting there on top of the paper. he had planned to get a bit of studying done for finals in between the periods, but then the wrapping paper had crinkled, and he had turned his head in curiosity, and now—

his eyes snapped back from when he was watching you to the paper in front of him. another sucking sound that had his mind spiral into filthy images of you leaned over a desk, and he shook his head lightly. 

daichi, come on, get a grip.

when he couldn’t help but glance over to you again, you held his gaze and winked at him with that sinful lollipop nestled in one of your cheeks, the little bulge warming him up, the glistening sticky remnant of the candy on your lips inviting.

god, his throat was so dry.

TAGLIST | @takes1

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Karasuno Pt. 2

Practice was in full swing.

The gym pulsed with life—shoes squeaking, volleyballs echoing like thunder against arms, and shouts bouncing between walls and bodies. Every member of Karasuno was locked into their rhythm, sweaty and determined, moving like cogs in one beautifully chaotic machine. Even Tsukishima and Kageyama hadn’t snapped at each other in a full ten minutes. A miracle.

You stood just off-court, your well-worn notebook tucked under your arm, scribbling quick notes with your favorite pencil. It was smudged with graphite and bite marks from weeks of you chewing the eraser, but it had personality. The court rotations were finally clicking, and Daichi had asked you to track when fatigue set in for Hinata.

Yachi stood a few feet away, stopwatch in hand, glancing nervously between you and the court like she could already feel a storm brewing. You didn't blame her. You'd been with this team long enough to sense disaster. And it was always when things were going too well.

On the court, Kageyama and Hinata were locked in a rally that looked more like a battle. Kageyama’s sets were razor sharp, and Hinata—well, Hinata was grinning like someone had just given him permission to fly.

You looked down to scribble a quick note when your pencil slipped through your fingers.

It bounced once against your shoe, then rolled straight onto the court.

“Seriously?” you muttered, bending to grab it.

One foot stepped just slightly over the line. Just enough.

And from across the gym, like the harbinger of doom:

“Kageyama! Toss me something crazy!”

You looked up.

Hinata was airborne. Silhouetted in the gym lights. Hair tousled, arm cocked back, grinning like a man possessed.

Oh shit—

CRACK.

The volleyball connected square with your face before you could flinch. Pain exploded behind your eyes. Your feet left the floor—literally. Your notebook flung into the air like a paper bird.

You hit the ground with a full-bodied thud. Hard.

Silence followed. Absolute and deafening.

Then—

“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” Hinata shrieked, rooted in place like he'd just committed an unforgivable sin.

“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama barked across the court, the set still lingering in his hands.

Tanaka skidded to a halt next to you, eyes wide. “You flew!”

“Like three feet off the ground!” Noya yelled, already by your side. “I haven’t seen airtime like that since that one pancake save!”

“Shut up!” Daichi barked as he sprinted over.

“Tanaka, Noya—back off!” Sugawara snapped, dropping to his knees beside you.

You blinked, dazed. Your head was throbbing, your ears ringing, and your face—oh god, your face hurt like hell. When you touched your nose, your fingers came away red.

“Oh, cool,” you muttered. “Nosebleed.”

Kiyoko was suddenly there, calm and terrifyingly efficient. She didn’t speak. She simply pressed tissues against your face with steady fingers, her other hand gently cupping your jaw to keep you from tilting your head back.

“Don’t move yet,” she said softly.

Yachi was crying. Not loudly—just little hiccups of panic as she dropped to her knees beside you, clutching the stopwatch like it could save your life.

“She's bleeding,” she whispered. “There’s so much blood…”

“She'll be fine,” Ennoshita said gently, crouching beside her. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you groaned, trying to sit up. “Just give me—”

You braced your palm against the floor, feeling the coolness of the gym through your fingertips. Your legs shifted underneath you, muscles tight with tension but fueled by sheer stubbornness. Slowly, you pushed off the ground and began to rise.

For half a second, it felt like you had it under control.

Then everything spun.

The gym floor rippled beneath your feet, tilting like a boat on rough water. Your vision smeared at the edges—colors blending, lights flickering. A low, sickening throb pulsed behind your eyes, then rushed like a wave toward your temples. You sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but your knees buckled sharply.

A startled gasp slipped from your mouth as your body tilted sideways, gravity pulling you down faster than your brain could keep up.

Sugawara and Daichi caught you in unison—each locking an arm around your back with practiced, urgent precision. Like bodyguards. Like anchors.

“Okay, no,” Sugawara said, breath tight as he shifted his stance.

“Absolutely not,” Daichi echoed, voice firm as steel. “Sit. Now.”

They guided you back down to the floor as if you were made of glass.

Asahi hovered a few steps away, nervously wringing his towel. “Should we call someone? Get the school nurse?”

“She’s not on shift right now,” Kinoshita said, pulling out his phone. “Should I call the front desk?”

“Can’t we just carry her?” Narita asked, eyes wide. “I mean—not like drag her, but—gently?”

“She’s not a sack of rice!” Yachi exclaimed, clutching your notebook like it was her emotional support item. “We can’t just—lug her around!”

“I can carry her!” Asahi offered, visibly panicking. “I mean, if—if she wants. Or not. But I can! I swear!”

“No!” You and Daichi said simultaneously.

“You don’t have to drag her to the nurse’s office,” Tanaka muttered, half-serious, half-pouting. “We could just… y’know. Roll her in something.”

“Like a blanket burrito,” Noya added helpfully.

“Shut up!” came Daichi’s bark again.

Behind the main group, Tsukishima stood with his arms crossed. “That’s what happens when you step onto the court during a rally.”

Yamaguchi, crouching beside him, frowned. “She looks pretty hurt, Tsukki.”

Tsukishima shrugged but said nothing else.

“I didn’t mean to,” Hinata said suddenly, his voice soft, wavering. “It was just one more spike. I didn’t think…”

You tilted your head toward him, barely mustering a tired smile beneath the tissues. “Nice spike, though.”

He looked like he was going to cry.

“We should get her to the nurse,” Ennoshita said again, glancing toward the exit. “Even if no one’s in, it’s quieter there.”

“I’m coming too,” Kiyoko said, standing and brushing off her skirt. “Yachi, grab her bag.”

Daichi and Sugawara gently pulled you to your feet again, this time slower, with careful pauses between every movement. You leaned against them, breathing through the dizziness as they helped you to the door.

Behind you, the gym buzzed in confused silence.

“You’re too brave for this world,” Tanaka whispered with reverence.

“She’s got that dog in her,” Noya added solemnly.

“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!” Daichi yelled over his shoulder.

As the doors closed behind you, you heard one last frantic voice.

“I’ll bring a fruit basket! I’LL MAKE TEA!” Hinata shouted, his panic echoing across the gym.

You groaned. “Please don’t.”

[haazuli]

Catching up

[reviiely]

Haikyuu boy headcanons: “moving out” edition

Hinata— surprisingly self sufficient. Cooks and cleans as easy as if it were breathing. Once he gets a schedule up, he’s on fire and no one can stop him. Is usually the host for smaller gatherings with his friends.

Kageyama— cannot cook to save his life. Calls Suga for help the first night in realizing he’s got no food and unfortunately Suga can’t cook either so he brings Daichi along, and Kageyama spends his first night with his friends. Hinata pouts when he finds out there was a party and he wasn’t invited.

Daichi— moves out the first chance he gets and into an apartment close to his university with Suga and starts up this roommates to lovers sort of deal. Cooks like nobody’s business. Sucks at laundry. First time he tried, he made all of his and Suga’s white shirts pink.

Suga— loves cooking. Everyone else does not love Suga cooking. Calls Daichi his “saviour” for knowing how to follow a recipe. Otherwise, he’s pretty eager to move out of his parents’ house and house hunted with Daichi for months before they settled on this one.

Oikawa— didn’t want to move out but was convinced once Iwaizumi told him that technically his parents couldn’t limit his volleyball hours anymore (a scam, since it was Iwaizumi limiting his volleyball hours now). Cleans to self soothe and gets scolded for it. Only knows how to operate a rice cooker.

Iwaizumi— didn’t necessarily want to move out but decided that he had to because he was an adult now and should experience new things anyway. Moved in with Oikawa specifically to monitor his behaviour and make sure he didn’t overwork himself or die of starvation. Totally not because they were best friends.

Ushijima— was already half moved out because of the Shiratorizawa dorms, so his own apartment seemed the natural next step. His family got him one and told him that once he gets stable footing, he’d be paying them back. Hosts gatherings at his place because it’s big enough but he’s not really the host. Usually it’s either Tendou or Semi.

Tendou— asked Ushijima whether he wanted to live together once they graduated when they started second year, but didn’t expect him to remember and go through with it. Bakes at disgusting hours in the morning. Sleeps during the day. Doesn’t do laundry.

Semi— lives alone in a studio apartment paid for by his dad. Self sufficient enough to survive but spends 90% of his time at Ushijima and Tendou’s place anyway. Eats their food. Though he does disappear into hyperfixation phases where he doesn’t emerge from his apartment for days at a time because he’s writing songs.

Kita— doesn’t move out of his house… ever. Lives at home for uni, lives at home when he works because his work is at home. Cooks and cleans on the daily schedule he made when he was ten years old and Does Not Deviate. Goes out once a week with his grandma for groceries.

Atsumu— cries when Osamu says he’s moving before realizing that he would be moving because of volleyball anyway. Takes surprisingly good care of himself because he “has to be at his best to do his best”. Frequents Onigiri Miya and crashes on Osamu’s couch three days out of the week.

Osamu— lives above the first Onigiri Miya location and obviously cooks for himself and Atsumu. Makes Atsumu do his laundry in exchange for free food. Calls their mother once a week and sends Suna embarrassing photos of Atsumu while he’s asleep.

Kuroo— moves out for college into a dorm for his freshman year but into an apartment with Kenma once Kenma graduates. Calls himself the house husband even though Kenma’s the one sitting at home all day and juggles his chemistry homework with making sure his best friend doesn’t starve.

Kenma— did not want to move out at first but once his company expanded he realized he needed his own space. Went house hunting with Suga after Suga’s HGTV phase and ended up picking the first one they went to. Forgets to eat so Kuroo makes him finish dinner before he gets to go back to work.

Bokuto— moves into MSBY dorms when he gets signed. Gets mopey within the week. Goes back to Tokyo to visit Akaashi whenever he gets the chance and does this so often that Akaashi’s parents just gave him a key and told him to go nuts.

Akaashi— lives at home during college but moves in with Bokuto once he graduates. Does majority of the disaster management in the house and persuades Bokuto not to try making soufflé at 2am. He doesn’t do any of the cooking and cleaning because Bokuto says that he’s busy enough and “needs to practice for when Agaashee becomes a famous busy author”.

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts - hq (karasuno edition)

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: enjoy these filthy things while i pull myself out of writer's block jail

characters: ukai keishin, tsukishima kei, azumane asahi, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi, tanaka ryunosuke

cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)

ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”

tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”

azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog

yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss

sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"

sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream

tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"

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[pheracy]

GUUUYS I WANNA CRY SO BAD LISTEN LISTEN

Daichi's voice actor in Spanish (Spain) has posted a retweet 8 HOURS AGO about the next Haikyuu movie trailer posted back in March SAYING THE FOLLOWING:

"Looking forward to finishing the Nationals."

1. THE MOVIE IS SOONER THAN WE EXPECTED?!

2. How SWEET of him to post that?? 😭

3. Ain't that a thing Daichi would totally say?? Especially with the final "." JAJAJ

[cvnt4him]

Cuddle fucking

not sure if I've done this before.

You weren't sure how you got here, one moment you were blissfully sleeping and the next you felt your mans warm breath on your neck. Heavy breaths fanning your neck making the hairs there stand up you stirred into consciousness but just barely, you could feel his hard cock driving itself into the back of your thigh as small breathy groans and disheveled moans left his open mouth. If he'd bothered to open his eyes from his stupid almost teenaged like rutting he would've noticed you'd slightly woken up.

“ baby... what're y’ doin’..”

His breath hitched behind you the sudden warmth in the pot of your neck vanishing as it seems as if he'd stopped breathing. You can hear his breath stuttering behind you as you scoot your ass back onto his bare cock, you were only in your underwear so it wasn't surprising he was using your bare skin to get off. A small breathy moan leaves him as a smile is brought to your face, you close your eyes and reach behind you grabbing onto his thick and veiny length massaging it nicely for him earning a deep groan from him.

“ fuck baby....m’sorry.. js couldn't control myself..”

You hum in a mockingly sweet tone, you bring your hand back to your mouth and gather a little spit into your hand rubbing it on your cunt to slicken yourself up a bit. He sighs heavily as he notices watching closely as he continues to stroke his cock now agonizingly slow as to not rile himself up too much, a small bead of precum forming at the top and dripping down his length he's quick to swirl his hand around his cock expertly to slicken up his already slippery cock even more for you. You don't know how long he's been doing this for but he clearly needed you. You grab his cock once more you like himself up with you, you can feel his thick cock head already getting ready to split you in half. He winces loudly at the warm feeling of your walls embracing him, first his already sensitive tip then his thick base. You sigh as you take him, regardless of how many times you take his cock it's just far too much. Whether it's the thickness or the length, it's just soo good. It takes you a minute to take him all the way to the base but as soon as you do it's like he flips out, his cock twitching inside of you signaling he was close. He couldn't help himself anymore, grabbing onto your hips and fucking himself into you. He grunts while he repeatedly tries to ram himself into you, moans leave you as you feel his bulbous tip rubbing against your g spot you arch your back and grind your ass back into him. Biting your lip to not be too loud and ruin the sweet and quiet moment you two have created. You were feeling far too good; laying down your head on the pillow as you feel the sweet feeling of slumber and pleasure plus the stinging feeling of being stretched. Your eyes roll back as you let your mouth fall open, your breathy voice coming out whiney causing the man behind you to chuckle deeply. You can feel the vibrations against your back as he pulls you closer to his chest. You were trying your hardest to fuck yourself back onto his cock but you could hardly move with the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“ shhh.... it's okay baby, lemme do it for you. let me get you there..”

The way he talked you through it, he knew he was big and definitely not easy to take all the time. It was so sweet of him to be gentle with you despite how his cock is hammering into you, you thought. There was a perfect warmth being created with your bodies moving together, the slapping sounds being made as you two let out whatever pent up feelings you had, he felt you tighten around him as he kissed your shoulder, a low growl leaving him as he whispers in your ear, his hot panting breath washing across your ear and giving you a wave of goosebumps.

“ pretty girl need this cock? huh, naughty girl? ’f course you do.. so hungry for it, hm?”

He mixed praising you with gentle degrading, it was absolutely magnificent. You moaned aloud and there your head back a clearly proud laugh leaving him as he made his strokes deeper inside of you. It was so sexy that he knew the difference between slower and rougher, regardless of what he did he knew to get it deep inside of you just like you craved. You were starting to get restless, craving all that he could give you. You wanted to be filled up with all of him and his cum, to be fucked through both your orgasms. You groaned in frustration, his cock was perfectly hitting all the right spots and rubbing you the right way, you craved to cum and you were so close. But you also wanted to cum with him making this experience more beautiful. You throw your head back onto his chest and flutter your eyes flashing the slight roll of them. He scoffs and grabs onto your neck rather tightly making you clear your throat at the slight hoarseness it's giving you, his veiny calloused hand wrapping itself around your throat as he cranes your head to the side.

“ open yer' fuckin’ eyes.”

You were quick to follow his words, opening your eyes and having trouble maintaining eye contact with him. His gaze was piercing and so intimidating, and god watching the sweat run down his forehead and neck. He's really been at it for so long, you know he's desperate to cum and you know he wants it to be inside. He wants to hear you say it; beg him for it. Not yet, not just yet. You won't give him that satisfaction yet. Youre trying your best to hold off, but the way he groans n grits and grinds his teeth together clearly letting you know he's having a hard time holding back. It's so damn sexy, you can't help the way your cunt starts to flutter around him making a gutteral groan leave him and his eyes slightly roll. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with you, he wanted to watch you very very closely as you came undone around him. You harshly bite your lip trying to contain the whorish and needy moans that escape you but you can't help it, everything in you is yearning and begging to be bred, to be filled up. Your insides practically screaming at the constant assault from his cock rubbing and stimulating them just right, your mind tired as well you've been convincing yourself to not cum but the lack of air from the choking, the slight haze sleep to lingering and the now painful pleasure you're experiencing is now too much for you to handle.

“ ngh~ fuck! yes, oh yes.. fuck me js like that give it t’me, cum inside of me- oh— cum inside of me.”

You begged for it so sweetly, perfectly showcasing that side of you no one gets to see besides him. That slut in you that only gets brought out by him. That got his gears turning into a perfect coordination. Everything going according to his plan, he feels himself getting closer and your pussy squeezing him tighter. He had no other choice but to pull you into a kiss to hide his moans that he could no longer mask, he shoved his tongue down your throat as he cums inside of you groaning and ketting whimper filled moans leave him. Spit begins to drop down both of your chins as you literally swap saliva, it ensures to show how it connects your tongue to one another as he momentarily pulls apart and gasps for air. He was quick to grab you by the neck and pull you back into another sloppy kiss, teeth banging and foreheads leaning on one another as his thrusts still, his cock still twitching inside of you and your cunt can't help but to convulse even more causing stiffled whines to leave him.

“ f..fuck your pussy..”

A whine clearly heard from him as he pulls away again, he was overstimulating himself by trying to stay inside for you. He knew just how much you enjoyed being plugged full of cum, not allowing it to drop out just yet. He was so full that if he stayed inside and was still hard it probably wouldn't spill out.... immediately. As he pulls his soft cock out do you with a wince, you both sigh in unison. You lie your head back on the pillow that's now grazed with sweet cold air, cooling your warm and sweaty face down as you catch your breath. He however watches closely as his milky white cum slowly drops out of you, so thick and full of color. It was so much too. Unsurprising for some..

“ .....fuck baby that was..fantastic.”

Your silence and more calmed breathing was more than enough for him to know you had already passed out. However he couldn't leave you like this, all messy and dripping.....so he decided to grab whatever was near on the floor and wipe your thighs and the outside of your cunt for any of the cum that spilled out and just pulled your panties back over your cunny. He snickered at this, pulling you closer and laying down on your arm.

characters↓

mha

➥ BAKUGOU KATSUKI, IZUKU MIDORIYA, EJIROU KIRISHIMA, shinsou hitoshi, shoto todoroki + your favsᡣ𐭩

hq

➥ HINATA SHOYOU [brazilian arc], kageyama tobio, daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, osamu miya, KUROO TETSURO, akaashi keiji + your favesᡣ𐭩

[timeofdeathnote]

Japan playing the Haikyuu!! theme song after beating Argentina in volleyball is so iconic

[gingersnapbrat]

The idea of grinding on daichis abs as he lays there watching the game on his phone. Barely looking up as he gives your sweet form a coo of pleasure “making yourself a mess all over me baby?” He says with a chuckle tending back to his game. “What a desperate girl you are” he sighs while feeling you buck your hips up more vulgar then before. “Maybe if you make yourself cum on daddy’s abs he’ll stuff his cock into his needy sluts pretty pussy.”

[jasminebythebay]

Sorry Tsukki

bonus:

[ushijimaschubbs]

your husband who misses you so much at work that he finds an excuse to call you to his office but ends up pressing your legs against your shoulders on his desk as he rams into you aggressively, sloppy kisses occasionally and does not stop until he fucks you dumb to the extent you're blabbering his name through your orgasm.

-NANAMI,toji, higurama, geto

-daichi, KUROO, iwaizumi, bokuto, aone, TENDOU

[cottonlemonade]

“Babe, have you - oh no.”

Your boyfriend Daichi stopped in his tracks when he saw you sobbing into a tissue on the couch, wrapped practically airtight in a thick fluffy blanket with only the cable from your heating pad sticking out.

On the TV a chubby seal pup was calling its mother that apparently fell prey to an orca just a few seconds earlier.

He sighed and came to stand in front of you, hands on his hips to block the screen.

“What did we say?”

You shrunk into your blanket, looking up at him with big tear-filled eyes.

“No nature documentaries when I’m on my period?”

“Then why are you doing this to yourself? This is gonna be the seahorse thing from last month all over again.”

At the mention of your previous trauma, a new wave of tears rolled down your cheeks.

“It got carried too far in the current! It was all alone!”

“And what did you make me do?”

“Hold my hand in the supermarket so you wouldn’t lose me?”

“And why was that not a good idea?”

You took a deep breath and tried to recount the gentle scolding you received afterward, “Because to safely push a cart you need two hands.”

“And?”

“And I made you swerve into a display of tomato sauce.”

“So in conclusion?”, he raised an expectant brow.

You picked up the remote and turned on a different movie.

“Thank you.”, he said and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “I ordered take-out for dinner. Now, move over.”

You scooted a bit to the left so he could sit down next to you and pull you into his arms for comfort, large warm hand slipping into the blanket cocoon gently rubbing your soft aching tummy.

a/n: this might be the silliest one yet

[mindie-arts]

Vice captain wanted quiet time~ 🤭

[semiloml]

cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!

Daichi had been patient. Too patient.

But now? Now he was done holding back.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”

you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.

you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.

“Daichi—”

“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*

the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”

You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.

“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”

Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.

“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.

“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”

You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.

“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”

Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.

Then, finally, his grip softened.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”

You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.

And you weren’t complaining.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM