daichi is by no means pushy, especially when it comes to you.
but after several weeks of dating and the most you’ve done with him is kissing and grinding each other through your clothes, he realizes that he’s going to have to take the lead if things are going to go any further.
so near the end of your next date, once again he finds himself making out with you as you straddle his thighs.
you’ve been too shy to tell him or make a move, but you desperately want to feel more of him. which is why you moan in his mouth when his hand slips under your shirt and squeezes your tit, your nipple slotting between his thick fingers. it feels so good, so long overdue that you can’t stop yourself from keening his name.
“daichi…hnn~don’t stop,” you gasp in his mouth, making his hard cock jump inside his pants. you feel it pulse against the back of your thigh and grind back against him, needing to feel more of him but too shy to say or do anything more about it.
but daichi reads your body. he’s had enough time by now to pick up on the little messages you send to him without saying a word. even through your pants, he can feel the moist heat between your legs.
he lays you back, his hard cock pressing against your center when he slots himself between your thighs. what shred of shyness remained crumbles away when you feel the full roll of his hips against you.
“daichi…please,” you whine, driving him even deeper into a feral state.
he raises up to his knees and peels your pants off your legs, keeping his big brown eyes on you as he lowers his mouth to your core. he has smelled your scent on his pants before and has been dying to taste you. he tongues your slit through your damp panties before closing his lips around your clit and sucking you into his mouth.
“mm~fuck…you taste so good,” he moans, his deep voice reverberating against you, making your legs shake against his shoulders.
he sticks his middle finger in his mouth, slicking it up before slipping it inside your panties and pushing inside your tight, needy hole. you whine and keen, shivering at the feeling of daichi's finger - daichi's anything - inside you. his tongue plays at your clit some more before he moves your panties to one side to expose you.
“so pretty,” he breathes before dragging his warm tongue along your bare cunt for the first time.
you push your fingers into his brown hair, whining his name as he works a second finger inside you, spreading you open a little more but still not nearly as much as his cock will. he’s grinding his hips against the couch cushion below, eager -desperate, even- for some friction against his aching erection.
“fuck…daichi, yes,” you say without thinking, head rolling back against the couch. “eat my pussy so good~”
he latches on for real now, his lips forming an air-tight bond with your clit. he’s sucking you in so hard, his tongue pushing over your clit inside his mouth as his thick fingers curl inside you, wishing it was his fat cock instead.
you’re oblivious to the fact that he’s so close to cumming, his almost-purple cockhead pinned against his own navel and dragging against the rough material of his pants. you arch your back, pulling your legs further open and back for him as he fucks you harder and faster with his fingers.
“ohh…dai~” you whimper. “i- think i’m gonna…ohfuckyes~”
your cunt aches and flexes around his fingers as he drinks you down, moaning and savoring every last drop of your orgasm as his cock soils his pants with his own cum. next time, he thinks, it'll be inside you.
₊✧⋆⭒ daichi m.list || 18+ reblogs, likes, comments, and follows are very much appreciated ty babies !!
Warnings: mentions of daddy kink, choking, and various position but nothing super explicit
Minors are not allowed to interact and stay out of the cut! Minors DNI!!
I murdered my beta’s like Tanaka murdered Daichi
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Sexy driver pt2. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours. Just watching his arms flex as he changes gears is enough to have you flustered. Always opens your door for you and helps you get in. Let’s you pick the music and pulls over if you want takeout
Concedes the aux cord but has pretty good taste in music. Prefers more mellow sounds. Indie, jazz, soft rock. He takes you to local shows as dates and will either watch you dance, or hold you close to slow jams. FestivalDaichi! is a new man. Get him drunk and he gets handsy. (Drunk kisses 🤤)
Just loves to spend time with you. The best day out partner. Breakfast at a cafe in the morning, holds your bags and your hand. He doesn't complain if you wanna try on clothes or shoes or browse games, he’s just genuinely happy to be there
A handyman. Owns a tool belt that you bought him and looks damn good in it too. Puts up shelves, fixes sinks, cleans gutters, mows lawns. And if it’s summer, then you have a shirtless handyman to boot. (Note to self: handman Daichi 😌)
Speaking of shirtless Daichi, because of his rota at the firestation (hashtag: FiremanDaichiForLife) he prefers to workout at home. He works out in the garden when it’s warm, and in the living room when it’s cooler. Either way, you have a free show at least twice a week. He will let you sit on his back while he does push ups, or hold you while he squats
Will indulge all your couple tiktok challenges with a sheepish grin, and fondness in your eyes. The comments are full of ‘get you a man who looks at you like that’
This man is romantic. I’m talking candlelit dinner, flowers for no reason, surprise lunch at your workplace. He’s just a modern, old-fashioned man who treats you like a treasure
The king of soft intimacy. Cooking together. Baths together. Wine and candles in your living room. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. Play with his hair and you risk just putting him straight to sleep, but who can resist the world’s best weighted blanket.
Daichi is forever your personal cheerleader. He supports all your choices, dreams, and goals. He’ll give you advice, or talk through anything you’re hesitant on. Even if they’re whimsical. You wanna start dance classes. He’ll go to any recital. You decide to switch to marathon running, he’ll be there with a sign and a gallon of water. Cosplay, chocolate making, fanfiction 😉. He doesn’t care, as long as you’re happy
Call. Him. Daddy. And let him fuck you into the mattress or kitchen table, or sofa, or floor as a result
I touched on this briefly once, but choke him. You are Not in charge, but he just loves the feeling of your hand on his throat. The flutter of your fingers as he makes you cum
An ass man through and through. At this point his fingerprints are embedded in your ass cheeks from the way he grips them. Doggy; he’s spanking you. Missionary; he’s using your ass as leverage. Riding him; better believe he’s squeezing it as he makes you bounce harder.
Speaking of handy men, he has big hands and puts them to good use. Sits you on his lap and fingers you until he thinks you’re ready
Thick thighs save lives, and Daichi wants you to ride his. He’ll lick your nipples while you do, and basks in the mess you make on his thighs as a result (clearly my thoughts revolve around sitting in his lap and having a great time)
Without fail, will pull them panties to the side. Even on days when you have time to get naked. Loves the way you look in lingerie and loves the way you soak the fabric when he makes you cum
Daichi just make brain go brrr. Nothing but respect for my husband captain
Thinking about Daichi and his thick as fuck thighs today. This was him as a young man, and he only improved with age and maturity. He might not play volleyball professionally like some of his former teammates and friends, but he keeps himself in top condition. The man never skips a leg day, and you’re so very grateful for it when he has you seated over one, the ridged muscles tense between your drenched thighs.
“Ride it, sweetheart. C’mon… that’s it… you’re so close.” Daichi thumbs away the tears pricking your eyes, his gaze focused on the sticky wet trail you’ve left on his naked thigh. You’re trembling now, struggling to maintain the rhythm of your hips at the sheer bliss he’s forced you to endure. Your clit throbbing with each shift his leg makes beneath you. “Atta girl,” he praises with a soft coo. “Daddy works hard to keep these thighs nice and thick for you.”
warnings: slight nsfw. suggestive content. daichi comes home from work and thinks ur sexy af.
note: saw this in my drafts. its incomplete but i dont think i’ll continue it so ill just post it
you’re so fucking sexy.
when daichi walks into the room, his eyes land on your soft figure, curled up in your bed, leg up and cuddling with his pillow. you’re wearing his shirt too, the same shirt he uses under his uniform. it’s white and it compliments your beautiful skin.
daichi licks his lips when his eyes travel the expanse of your bare thighs. then, it lands on your ass. it peaks out teasingly from under his shirt and the lewd yet innocent image of it has his cock stiffening.
daichi walks up to the bed and touches your shoulder. he softly nudges you awake and you moan—so raspy and melodious. it’s by far one of his favorite sounds ever since having you in his life. your eyes flutter open and a soft and sleepy smile pulls at your lips at the sight of your husband.
“back home already? what time is it?” you ask.
“three.” daichi finished early today. thank goodness he did. it was a nice opportunity to see you taking your afternoon nap half naked in his shirt.
daichi leans down to kiss you softly. you hum and kiss back, tasting the bitter black coffee that daichi enjoys to drink. there’s a slight minty taste too, and it’s enhanced when daichi pulls you in for a deeper kiss and his tongue swipes at your bottom lip.
daichi pulls away, but his forehead rests on yours. he notices how hot your skin is when he holds your cheek in his hand. “you look so cute today.”
“i haven’t even changed yet,” you say with a giggle.
“it’s a good thing.” daichi climbs into bed and hovers above you before dipping down to kiss you again.
“not gonna change?” you ask in between soft kisses.
“mm, i thought you liked me in my uniform,” daichi teases, nipping at your neck playfully.
you giggle. “you know i love it.”
you push him back softly to admire him. he’s still in his cop uniform. his pectoral muscles are soft but puffed, showing just how much he takes care of his body. you can almost also feel his abs under the fabric of his uniform. when you trail your eyes lower, you see daichi’s dick outline. he’s thick and hard, and the image of it had you drooling.
“staring too long can get you in trouble, y’know,” daichi says.
you smirk at him and reach down to palm his cock. his breath hitches at the contact. “what are you going to do about it, officer?”
daichi groans. he sits up and takes your hands before hooking on the cuffs. daichi admires how vulnerable you are in a situation. using his cuffs isn’t a strange thing. you both do it once in a while. but ever since daichi has been busy, there has been slim chances. now was a great opportunity.
daichi picks up your—technically his—shirt and presses it to your lips. “bite,” he demands.
you obey him. daichi smiles at your willingness and nearly crumbles when he notices your dark, lust-filled eyes. jesus, he could already come in his pants. he gulps and leans forward to kiss your cheek. it’s a small sign to tell you that you can say stop whenever you want to.
daichi lets his eyes trail down your figure—the figure he’s loved for many years. he appreciates your beauty before he dips down to capture a nipple into his mouth. you gasp at the warm contact and the shirt falls.
daichi looks up and takes the shirt and presses it between your lips again. “if it falls one more time, i’m gonna have to punish you. clear?”
you nod and say yes, but it comes out stifled because of the shirt.
compensating officer daichi for accidentally speeding...
hell yeAhHhH what a classic :> i used to love officer tropes so much – it never gets old.
you were late for your cousin's wedding, so against your better judgement, decided to speed down the road, foolishly crossed a red light and was promptly pulled over.
"officer, i admit i was speeding, i’m really sorry but the street is completely deserted and i have a wedding to attend. i’m already 20 minutes late, could you please let me off this time?" you plead the powerfully built man standing before you.
even with the car door and the window half rolled down between you two, the weight of his piercing stare combined with his domineering aura is enough to weaken your knees to jello.
"i can't allow that ma'am," of course he wouldn't let you off that easily, insisting on seeing your license and registration.
imagine your luck when you realized you’ve forgotten every important document back home, thinking it wouldn’t be necessary at all considering you’d be dining at the event and leaving not long after — how foolish of you.
you can’t afford to get your records stained because of one measly speeding ticket. you might even lose your job considering the office only requires people with a squeaky clean record.
so, you do what you have to do — throw away your self-respect, "i didn’t want to mention this, sir, but i am a lawyer from district 52, which i’m sure you’ve heard of before. perhaps we could settle this by talking-"
"you’re a lawyer?" he raises an eyebrow, "you must know all the laws then? yet you blatantly break them and now ask to get away with it using your privilege?"
heat spreads through your entire chest as you duck your head bashfully, you knew it was a wrong thing to say but what other choice do you have?
darting a tongue out to moisturize your suddenly chapped lips, you stammer out a pathetic response, "i- wait- please… i can’t taint my records, i’ve just got this job. i can’t risk losing it. please let me off this time, it won’t happen again, i swear. i-i’ll do anything."
the words slipped out of your mouth faster than your thought could process; yet you find yourself favoring this option more as your gaze scans him from head to toe, nearly drooling at the sight of his tight slacks showing off an impressive bulge at your eye level.
"eyes up here, ma’am," he motions with two fingers to direct your eyes up, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk, "let me hear you say 'i'll never break the law again' and i might take you up on that offer."
your mouth runs dry when he crosses his arms over his chest, biceps flexing deliciously under his blue uniform.
"i-i'll never break the law again," you stutter before quickly adding, "...sir."
"good girl," he smirks devilishly, already planning the things he'd do to your delectable body.
within a few minutes, the two of you are onto each other like rabbits in heat, crawling into the small space of your vehicle, neglecting the risk of getting caught by a passerby.
daichi is going to make sure you regret ever breaking the law by fucking your throat like a maniac, ignoring your gags and muffled protests. he revels in seeing pearly tears streaming down your face and the nasty drool dripping from the corner of your lips.
he wouldn't be an officer if he doesn't make use of those handcuffs dangling on his belt. securing you on the backseat of your car as he taps you lightly on the cheek before pulling out his cock from your mouth, your combined heavy pants fogging up the window.
big, veiny hands haul you onto his lap, grabbing your ass tightly like his life depended on it. you keen when he leaves butterfly kisses across your sweat-covered throat, moaning out his name into the cramped space of your car. the humid air that you usually despise clings uncomfortably onto your skin no longer bothers you, not a single thought passes your blissed out mind, drunk on the taste of him.
when his cock head slips past your pussy lips, you're far too gone to care; unable to control the pathetic noises spilling out of you.
and yet, the high pitched squeals falling from your lips at his brutal thrusts seems to fuel his determination to make you his.
"who makes this pussy feel good, hm?" he grunts into your ear, letting out a gutteral groan when you dig your nails into his shoulder blades.
"y-you d-do, sir-"
"that's right. you hear that?" he pauses to let you take in the squelching sound of his cock drilling in your hole, your love juices acting as lubrication for his insanely thick girth, "this pussy is mine. i will mold this cunt to the shape of my cock so you know who you belong to."
daichi takes his words very seriously, so when he said you're his — he means it. it doesn't take long to get addicted to your tight cunt and the delicious scent clouding his olfactor. and only shortly after, his cock explodes, painting your insides with sticky, white cum that bears a promise of a future you're not so sure you're ready for.
“tch, c’mon princess, you can do better than that.”
your jaw aches from how long you’ve been sitting in front of the mirror, choking and gagging on the pink dildo that’s suctioned to the glass. your uneven breath fogs up your reflection, but even without a clear view, you know you’re a mess— eyes teary from the lack of oxygen, drool pooling out of the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin, skin glistening with sweat under the warm hue of the lamplight.
daichi sits on the bed behind you, legs spread and body leaned back, placing his weight on the palms of his hands. one would mistake him for being calm, relaxed even, if it weren’t for the prominent tent in his gray sweatpants that indicates otherwise.
“you call that begging? fucking pathetic.”
he leans forward, making his sadistic smirk appear clearer in the mirror’s reflection.
“show me how badly you want me.”
his words register in your ears and shoot straight down to your core— you don’t even need to touch yourself to know that you’ve soaked through the thin fabric of your panties. you huff through your nose once before slowly easing the dildo out of your mouth. placing a firm hand against the cold glass and the other wrapped around the silicone toy, you gently yank it off of the mirror and suction it onto the floor. sliding your panties to the side, your fingers run up and down your folds, collecting as much slick as you can and rubbing it on the dildo’s tip. still facing the mirror, you sink onto the toy in one slow but solid movement.
“f-fuck!” you curse when it bottoms out. you begin to slowly ride it, angling yourself so that it massages your sweet spot and kisses your cervix with each precise thrust.
“atta girl,” daichi coos. his eyes bore into yours through the reflection of the mirror, savoring your fucked out expression. when your tongue lolls out when you start to pant, he mindlessly palms himself through his cotton sweats, taking his sweet time watching his precious baby fuck herself stupid.
“feels good?” he asks, cocking both of his thick eyebrows.
“y-yes, sir,” you breathily exhale, voice slightly hoarse from deep throating the toy earlier. “feels good, but not as good as you.”
you reposition yourself on the floor, leaning forward and placing your weight on your palms. you shift your legs and plant your feet flat on the ground— this new angle forces the dildo deeper into you, hitting your cervix with equal parts pain and pleasure. sneaking one of your hands down your body, you rub frantic circles on your swollen clit, making you clamp down on the toy.
daichi’s eyes never leave sight of your core, fixated on where your cunt and the pink silicone meet. there’s a ring of your cream at the base of the dildo, and he squeezes his aching cock harder, matching the rhythm of your sloppy thrusts.
“n-need you, daichi. p-please.”
god, you saying his name, all needy and desperate like that, gets him every fucking time. he reaches out, strong fingers gripping the back of your neck and effectively stopping your movements. he pulls you back, and cupping his palms around the sides of your face, he forces you to look up at him. his lips crash against yours, swallowing all your pitiful mewls and shaky breaths as you try to stabilize yourself.
he lets go of your neck, outstretching his arms to signal for you to crawl into his lap. you do so, and when you wrap your tired arms around his broad shoulders, he uses his thumb to collect your drool from your chin and shoves the digit into your expectant mouth.
“that was a nice show you put on for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive parts of your neck. in an instant, he’s flipped the two of you over, his muscular arms caging you in and his figure looming over yours. he smiles at you twistedly, the corners of his mouth spreading from ear to ear, before leaning in and purring,
“now it’s my turn to show you how badly i want you.”
hi, can I request some jealous or possessive daichi! i feel like if would be such a cool angle to write his character from since he is considered be so level headed :) thank you!
i'm just gonna ramble here i hope you don't mind but––normally daichi is a very level-headed guy, doesn't let much get to him, or anything, really. now, he trusts you with his life, but if he sees someone he doesn't trust, or anyone getting too close to you, he's coming over immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close while he glares the guy down and gives them a tight, clearly fake smile that screams 'back off.' he'll probably say something snarky or smart to get them to leave and that's the end of that. but if he's had a bad day? he's taking you home and taking it out on you, making you reassure him that you know who you belong to as he pounds into you, one of his hands holding both of your wrists down above your head. "whose are you, hm?" his eyes are dark as he stares down at you, using and overwhelming your body like it's his second nature. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure and he grabs your jaw and makes you look him in the eye, staying still inside of you until you answer him, ignoring your complaints and whines, his eyes dangerously dark. "mhm that's right. you're mine." he leans down to bring you into a passionate, sloppy kiss, swallowing your mewls and moans as he continues to thrust into you, even harder than before. "and i'm yours."
been having a rlly rlly shit finals week so comfort daichi who sits by your side, gently offering you cups of tea and water while u study. daichi who makes sure you're revising, kissing your forehead and telling you not to worry about anything, he'll handle it while you're busy. daichi who brings you a jacket when you forget yours. daichi who brings you food because he knows that you forgo eating to get as much as you can done. daichi who lets you cry into his shoulder when you get stressed, rubbing your back and humming into your hair. daichi who asks you whether you want company or if you wanna be alone before sitting down or keeping himself busy in the next room. daichi who goes over concepts with you because he's learnt this before, you just gotta remember one theory and then everything else will fall into place. daichi who coddles you to sleep, pulls you into his chest and keeps you warm. his heart breaks when you whimper about how stressed out you are. daichi who promises you the world once you finish your last exam. daichi who rubs your shoulders after you've been at it for too long. daichi who fucks your brains out when you need to relax. holds you down and fucks you dumb on his cock. knows what you want, how you want it. all you have to do is lie there and take it. daichi who takes care of you, showers you after, shampoos your hair for you. daichi who lets you rattle off key concepts while making breakfast. daichi who runs through your flash cards with you. daichi who has dinner ready when you come home on the day of your last final, telling you how proud he is that you made it through another semester.
