Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x F!Reader
AN: This grew from a Discord convo about how Daichi is a Condom King, and how he loses his crown. I figured it would be a great fic to celebrate his birthday with! I hope you enjoy uwu
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Established Relationship, Mentions of Anxiety, Unprotected Sex, Tipsy Sex, Explicit Consent, Lowkey Dumbification(? you’ll see what i mean uwu), Breeding Kink, Lots of Cum, Wet and Messy Sex, Oral Sex (F!receiving), Some Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Choking, Praise Kink, severely unedited lmao but I hope it’s still good!
Daichi’s known you longer than he’s dated you, and so you knew when things started getting serious that he was absolutely, always, no exceptions wearing a condom when he has sex.
He recalls, way back near the end of third year in high school, describing to you his fear of accidentally starting a family before he was ready. How he wants to live his life a little after having to take care of so many kids younger than him–both family and the volleyball team–before it happens.
“I don’t care if they’re on birth control,” he told you, gazing off into the distance with a mild look of anxiety in his eye as he sees some sort of possible future he desperately does not wish to experience. It had made you giggle at the time, Daichi taking your amusement in stride with a little smile, but firmly reiterating himself. “I’m wrapping it, always.”
And when you start dating, that’s exactly how it is. Daichi had a condom on hand no matter where or when you decide to fuck, and has even asked you to carry some with you just in case. He’s never forgotten, always pausing to reach for the side table next to the couch, or fumble in the center console of the car, or dig in your purse for the little square packet.
You’ve even admitted that it’s kind of alluring to watch him stretch the clear rubber over his dick, watching it spread struggle to contain his thick length, a feeling you empathize with all too well. He thinks about that a lot when he puts them on now, a smug warmth sizzling low in his hips while he watches you in turn, eyes heavy on his hands and his cock, all spread out for him and waiting.
But just because he uses a condom doesn’t mean you guys don’t talk like you’re using one. Especially in the moment. You whisper or moan or beg him to cum in you, ask him if he wants to fill you up, and he always groans in agreement. And sometimes he’ll pull your hair back and hiss against your cheek as he throbs, his mindless words about emptying inside you, knocking you up making you squirm and whimper. But you never get the feeling of his cum spilling hot. You only feel his cock twitch, and watch mournfully when he withdraws, the little pocket hanging heavy at the tip of the condom full of milky sperm.
He knows you think it’s a waste, sees the way you pout sometimes, but steadfastly ignores you and appreciates you keeping your thoughts to yourself. You’ve tried in the past to convince him, having already been on birth control before you started dating. It never works, usually just earning you an exasperated look or some kind of joke about getting married, his attempt to turn it back on you.
The last time your attempt at convincing him had failed, you just tossed up your hands. “Fine, don’t worry about it. Just come fuck me. I need it.” He was more than happy to do that.
He was self-assured in his practice, in his habit. It had never been shaken, not even by his love and trust in you or past partners. Daichi never thought he would ever crumble, especially as quickly as he does the night his will is snapped.
The night it happens is perfect.
