#user.amelia

[kenzumekodma]

Hi Sammy! I hope you’re having a good day so far ☀️

Umm I was wondering- that list you posted…

C-can I have Daichi and 26 pls?

I’m excited to see what you come up with heheheh ✨👀😈

hihi! i am, and i hope you are too! 💗

absoheckinlutely you can!

✨no editing, no beta, we die like men✨

It really wasn’t your fault, the way Yamaguchi stared or the way Sugawara jokingly flirted with you at dinner. At least, you’re pretty sure it was a joke. But the final nail in the coffin for Daichi is when Hinata’s hand lingers a moment longer than necessary on the small of your back while passing behind you.

“C’mon man, it’s not a reunion party without a hot tub!” Suga tries to convince Daichi, but he shakes his head, smiling as nonchalantly as possible. “Well, when you change your mind, we’ll be down there.”

“We’ll be there in a little while,” Daichi says. His tone is cool, but the way he latches onto your wrist betrays the current of emotion running hot just beneath the surface. It only takes a couple of minutes for him to lead you to your hotel room upstairs, the one with the perfect balcony view of the outdoor pool.

“You wanna tell me what’s going through your head, Daichi?” you ask. He lets go of your wrist and you start to strip, looking for your bathing suit. Something glints in his eye when he turns to look at you.

“I should’ve known they’d be all over you. What do you think about being manhandled a little?”

“Right now? I mean, sure, but wouldn’t they notice we’re taking too long?”

“Oh, I’m counting on that,” he says. Daichi’s kiss is easy to melt into. It feels like coming home after a long day. You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his snake around your waist. You’re vaguely aware of him backing you up, but it’s not until you feel the cold glass of the balcony door against your bare back that it clicks.

“You dog,” you giggle. His hands wander lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass and thighs. On instinct, you wrap your legs around him.

“You figured me out,” he lets out a breathy chuckle. “I want to fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” Daichi looks over your shoulder and sure enough, you’ve already got an audience. Tsukishima’s trying to look anywhere but at your balcony, Hinata and Kageyama are blatantly staring, and Sugawara’s sitting on the edge, feet dangling into the hot tub, watching with a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say, wanna put on a show for them?” Daichi murmurs next to your ear. You nod into his neck, trailing kisses towards his collarbone.

“Mhm… please. Wanna show them how good you are to me,” you groan. He kisses you again, deeper this time.

“Good girl.”

Daichi sets you down gently and waits for you to turn around before holding your wrists above your head, your forearms flush against the glass door. You arch your back, grinding into him impatiently. The sound, more than the feeling, of the slap to your ass makes you jolt forward, whimpering.

“Stay there,” he instructs. “My pretty girl wants to get fucked, right? Stop being impatient and let Daddy take care of you.”

You nod your head and close your eyes, staying right where he told you to. His fingers dance at your entrance, spreading your arousal around. It only takes a moment for his hand to be replaced with the delicious stretch of his cock slowly edging inside you. A delightful mixture of pain and pleasure coats your features, one that’s hard for your boyfriend’s former teammates to miss. When he’s found his rhythm, you steady yourself enough to open your eyes.

“D-daddy, they’re staring,” you half chuckle. Sugawara meets your gaze, surreptitiously rubbing the front of his swim trunks in time with the beat of your chest hitting the glass. Suga nods at you, and you clench around the man inside you. Daichi brings both of his hands to your hips.

“Good. Want them to know you’re mine,” he says, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust.

“F-fuck, just a l-little more, please,” you whine.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty girl.”

As you rub tight circles around your clit, your mouth falls open. Your obscene moans are practically visible to the host of former and professional volleyball players below. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re cumming, making a mess all over Daichi’s cock.

“D-daddy, please, want your cum, want you to fill me up,” you moan over your shoulder, your wide eyes locking onto his. His hips stutter and you feel him pulse deep inside you as he stills. When he draws himself out of you, you feel his cum trickle out of you. With two fingers, he collects it and pushes it back inside you with a lewd squelch.

“Don’t waste it. Come on, let’s get dressed. We’ve kept them waiting long enough now.”