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.
“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.
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?”
“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
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