⪼ title: the disciplinarian
⪼ pairing: daichi sawamura x f!reader
⪼ wc: 6k
⪼ warnings: nsfw, mdni, Hard Dom/bratty sub dynamic, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, lots of hard spanking, hair pulling, thigh fucking, orgasm denial/edging, oral (m/f receiving), facial, (mild) snowballing, Dom/sub drop, impeccable aftercare
⪼ notes: ever thought about backtalking daichi just to make him mean and feral? i know i sure have. 🪦rip, pussy🪦
⪼ tagging: @briokayama @lanaxians-2 @citrustsuki
You’d been living with Daichi for a few months and while you’d had a couple of minor disagreements, you’d both always handled it in a mature way and communicated like adults who respected and loved each other.
It was easily the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in and your appreciation and gratitude for Daichi’s patience and conflict resolution skills knew no bounds. You were thoroughly in love with him, but lately it felt like he’d been riding your ass about little things.
Your job had been stressful for the past couple of weeks and Daichi’s shifts kept getting moved around, which had fucked up his circadian rhythm and left him sleep deprived and grouchy.
You had two consecutive days off at the same time - a rare occurrence these days. You’d spent the weekend in bed together, except for the times you got up long enough to get food then become one with the couch together. Going back to work today had been rough on both of you, but at least you had that evening together.
“Hey, babe!” Daichi called out before appearing in the kitchen looking good enough to eat. He was fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and messy, wearing only a pair of sweats with a very visible dick print. “Where is my ju-jutsu kanji shirt?”
“I wore it this weekend, remember?”
“So it's dirty?” he said, putting his hands on his hips while shifting to the other foot.
Without moving your head you looked to the side thinking is he seriously gonna do this right now?
“No, Daichi, I haven’t washed it yet. It’s probably fine for you to wear. I didn’t exactly break a sweat while laying around the house with you.”
“It’s the principle, babe.”
“Ohmygod, you’re acting like I'm never gonna wash it! It’s only Monday, Dad. Damn!” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?” he kept his voice low, but his eyes darkened.
“Yeah, because you’re being worrisome and treating me like a child,” you smarted, marching off to gather the shirt in question so you could throw it in the washer to avoid World War III with your bitchy boyfriend.
You heard him call out from the kitchen, “Yeah, because you’re acting like one!”
You came back through, carrying a single t-shirt in your fist before turning on the water in the washing machine and throwing the piece of clothing inside.
“You’re not gonna run the washer for one shirt,” he said, unmoving. It wasn’t a question.
You ignored him and watched the water start filling the tub.
“Did you hear me?” His voice was a little louder this time.
You whipped around and said “So you want me to go ahead and wash all your shit for you, is that it? Hm? I already do most of the cooking anymore; you want me to be your little maid while I’m at it?”
“Watch it, (y/n),” Daichi warned. “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.” He waited a beat to see what you would do. When you let the water keep running he broke the silence. “I said you’re not gonna run the washer for one shirt. Turn it off.”
You crossed your arms and pursed your lips. “You’re not my daddy. You can’t tell me what to do.”
With his big, buff arms folded across his broad chest, he leaned forward, trying to make sure he heard you correctly. “Excuse me? I’m not your what now?”
You looked right at him, your face calm and unfazed. “You’re. Not. My. Daddy.”
He raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, I’m not?”
You stuck your tongue in your cheek and shook your head, still giving him the stink eye. “Nope.”
He pushed off of the wall and started towards you, his movements slow and controlled.
“What are you doing?” you said. You tried to back up, but you were only able to take a couple of steps in the small laundry room before there was nowhere else to go. Your visibly frustrated boyfriend closed in on you, shutting off the washing machine. “Daichi. What are y-”
Before you could finish, he had you slung over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he calmly stalked his way back to your shared bedroom.
“TH’FUCK - PUT ME DOWN NOW, DAICHI!”
He relented, setting you down on your feet but only long enough for him to sit down on the edge of the bed and bend you over his strong thighs.
“DAICHI! STOP! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Showing you who your fucking daddy is,” he answered with a deep, frustrated growl.
“Daichi. You better fucking not!” You both knew the word and unless one of you uttered it, you knew this was going to continue.
He yanked your shorts down over the curve of your wiggling ass, taking your panties with them and ripping a few threads in the process. You gasped when he used the same hand to grab a heaping handful of your thick butt, your flesh dimpling under his strong fingertips as he squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. You whined in discomfort until he let up and started gently rolling your ass cheek under his old spiking hand.
His pinky fingertip came dangerously close to your dampening pussy before he lifted his open hand and brought it down hard across your ass with a loud crack. Your senses sharpened and every muscle in your body tensed as the stinging pain crept across your skin.
“Owww! Damn it, Daichi, that fucking hurt!”
“Good,” he growled just before he slapped your bare ass again, making you cry out and sympathize with all the volleyballs he’d ever spiked.
“D-Dai-” His name died on your lips when his mean, heavy hand slapped across the fat of your ass again. “Fuck, Dai…” you hadn’t meant to moan, but your mouth and body betrayed you. Your panties were beginning to stick to you where they still touched your folds, which were becoming puffier with every strike of Daichi’s firm hand.
Your boyfriend started massaging your raw asscheek again, pulling your crack open to slip his middle and ring fingers down between your slit.
“Fuck, look at you, babygirl. Getting your panties all wet when I spank you like the little smart-mouthed brat you are. Now…” His cock jumped beneath you; you could feel it pressing against your stomach through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. “...tell me I’m not your daddy.”
You whined a little, still trying to squirm away from him, albeit with much less effort than before. Fuck him for trying to make you submit. As if.
You turned your head to look up at him, your hair falling across your reddened face. The fierce look in his eyes made you cream your thighs, but damned if you’d announce it.
Narrowing your eyes, you gritted, “You’re definitely not my daddy,” knowing full well you were poking the beast. But maybe you wanted to. Maybe you wanted to see how far you could push Daichi Sawamura before he snapped. He was always so cool and collected, always keeping everything under control. But you wanted him to lose it. You wanted him to go feral with you. Just a little, at least.
He easily manhandled you until you were face down on your king size bed. You struggled to get out from under him, but your strength was no match for Daichi’s. He was thick with muscle and professionally trained in the art of restraint. With his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress below, he wrapped your hair around his fist, the heat of his breath fanning across your ear.
Yes, he’s almost there.
Tightening his grip on your hair he pulled your head back, your mouth hanging open.
“Say it again,” he groaned, rolling his hips and biting back a moan when his thick cockhead caught on the waistband of his sweats. His hard shaft was splitting your buttcheeks apart as he dragged it between them, but you wanted him to split your pussy open instead. You were panting and whimpering, but he knew you hadn’t yet submitted when you looked over your shoulder at his handsome face, his once warm brown eyes now stern and dark.
“You’re not my fucking daddy, Daichi…” you hazarded with a smirk, adding a little venom to his name. You’d never pushed him this far before. “My actual daddy doesn't tell me what to do so you certainly don’t,” you sassed.
You opened your watering eyes to look at him again with a glint of mischief in them and a daring grin telling him to keep going. It was a conscious effort on your part at this point. Your pussy was sopping wet and you were purposely riling him up, silently begging him to own you already. To fuck you like you needed to be fucked by him. Like you deserved to be fucked by him.
“Alright, that’s enough.” His tone was unfamiliar, a dark blend and balance of cold and commanding.
He reached between your bodies and pushed the elastic waistband of his sweatpants down to the middle of his thighs. His chubby cock popped out with a heavy slap against his lower abdomen, a string of precum glistening in his black happy trail. As he stroked his length in his fist, his knuckles grazed the sensitive skin of your butt. Poking the thick head of his cock between your legs, he sank his shaft between the apex of your thighs, dragging it up and down your weeping slit.
“So I guess you don’t want daddy’s cock to stretch your pretty little cunt open then, hm?” You could hear how much you’d provoked him by the way he exhaled a long, ragged breath behind your ear.
He knew you loved it when he talked to you like that, and you knew he was smart enough to use it as a tactic to gain your submission. Having no intention of letting him manipulate you and win so easily you struggled, trying to press yourself down around him, but he was just too bulky and strong. He fucked the space between the fat of your tightly closed thighs, the tip of his hard cock grazing your clit with every slow pump of his hips.
“D-Daichi…”
Daichi furrowed his brow, a deep ache lodging at the base of his spine. Your juices were coating his twitching shaft and he had to fight the urge to bury his cock inside your wet, yielding heat.
“What is it, baby? Hm?” he groaned, his hot length throbbing between your fleshy thighs. “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell Daddy all about it.”
“You think you’re slick, trying to trick me like that.” You gasped and sighed when he shifted to one side long enough to whip his hand across your asscheek. “You’re not my fucking daddy,” you slurred. But he heard the way you choked on your whimper when he slapped your bare ass again.
Daichi was done talking. He got to his knees and hooked his hands above your hips before jerking your sore ass up into the air. You started to push yourself up onto the palms of your hands in protest, but he quickly shoved your upper body back down to the mattress.
“Your bratty little attitude is old and tired.” You could feel him shifting his weight behind you as he worked his legs out of his pants before dropping them next to the towel he’d used earlier. “You will submit to me. Do you fucking understand me?” You made a pitiful, unintelligible sound. “Answer me!”
Finally. You had him right where you wanted him.
The pain and pleasure of his fist tugging on your hair shot straight down to your painfully empty core. “Fuck you, Daichi,” you croaked.
The next few seconds were a blur as Daichi yanked and tore your clothes off. Fuck. Yes.
He had you up on your knees with your back pressed against his heaving chest, still gripping your hair with one hand while the other gripped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks in. “No, babygirl…” He shoved your top half back down onto the mattress, “Fuck you.”
His cock filled you up so swiftly and completely that it took your breath away. Daichi made no waste of time and began pounding into you mercilessly.
Slam!
His hips slowly pulled away, nice and languid, willing you to feel every vein in his massive cock.
Slam!
You cried out at the way his cock head pressed through the opening of your cervix with every clap of skin that echoed off the walls of your shared bedroom.
Slam!
“Daichi! Please!”
He ignored your pleas, selfishly driving himself balls deep inside you with every fierce thrust of his hips. No regard for your comfort. No regard for your pleasure or your pain. Whether he was making tender love to you or slamming his hips against you, Daichi had always been a thoughtful, attentive lover. But as much as he liked to be in control in all other areas of life, you knew there was a latent urge to do the same in the bedroom. You’d finally managed to bring out the deeper layer of it tonight and fucking hell, was it hot.
You reached back, putting a hand out in a futile attempt to make him ease up, but it backfired. He grabbed that wrist then the other, forcing your torso off the bed as he fucked into you harder than before, using your arms to pull you back into his rough thrusts.
“Oh fuck, Daichi! Oh god yes!”
Your titties swinging, your eyes rolled back as his unforgiving cock stretched out your tight cunt. A pool of heat had gathered in your womb and your snug pussy began to clench down on him. With every stroke he fucked you closer to your end and when you needed only one or two more drags of his cock, he pulled out and let you fall back down to the mattress.
You whipped your head around to see him sitting back on his heels, his eyes still full of that dark fury that turned you on to no end.
“D-Daichi? Wh-“
He flipped you over and spun you around. The feeling of his large hands grabbing and squeezing and pulling on your body made you moan. You crawled to him, lifting yourself and holding onto his huge shoulder with one hand and grabbing his face with the other before smashing your lips against his.
He grabbed you by the back of your neck as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth, quickly dominating yours. You raked your teeth along his tongue, knowing that would drive him up the fucking wall. He growled into your mouth before biting your lip and pulling it between his teeth. You growled back and grabbed a handful of his short, black hair, pulling on it. He easily forced you off him before pushing your head down between his legs.
“Suck it!” your boyfriend demanded, his voice so gravelly you almost didn’t recognize it.
You rolled your eyes up to look at him and pressed your lips closed in defiance.
“I said…” he pulled your face closer to his angry cock, using one hand to squeeze your cheeks until your mouth opened. “…suck my dick!”
Truth was you’d always loved sucking Daichi’s cock. Fuck, it was huge and you’d never manage to take all of him but the sounds you could pull from him while trying were nothing short of magical. You wrapped your relatively small hand around his hot girth and licked the vein that ran along the underside of his length before swirling your tongue around his meaty cockhead. You relished the low hum that echoed in his chest above you.
Daichi’s cock seemed to become ten times more sensitive during blowjobs. He was the only man you’d ever been with whose legs would shake when you got him close to orgasm with your mouth.
You let him slip between your lips; your flavor mixed with his fresh pre made your mouth water. Daichi moaned, his head falling back as you slowly took his length until the tip touched the back of your throat. Over time, giving your boyfriend head had desensitized your gag reflex. You did your best to swallow around the tip before pulling off him long enough to tease his weeping slit with the tip of your tongue.
“Oh shit, babygirl! That’s it. You love Daddy’s flavor, don’t you? Lap it up sweeth-fffffuuuuck!” he groaned.
You’d popped off him and with a hand on each of his majestic ass thighs you pushed yourself up. “I told you. You’re not my daddy,” you rasped, licking your lips.
Daichi pulled you up to your knees and swung his arm behind you to slap your ass. You cried out, sinking your nails into the musculature of his thighs. Holding onto a handful of your ass with one hand, the other slid between your legs. He slipped two thick fingers inside your aching pussy, cupped his palm against your clit, and finger fucked you. Instantly your slick was running down his fingers, coating his palm and making wet slapping sounds every time it hit your clit.
Your cries and moans all ran together as he growled into your ear, “You’re gonna suck my cock when I tell you to, brat. You got that?”
Between his menacing tone and the way he reminded you how much control he really had over you, how easily he could turn you to putty in his hand, you dumbly nodded. “Use your words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” you breathed, nearly teetering on the edge again as he bullied your needy cunt with his hand.
“Yes what?”
You whimpered. “Y-yes, s-sir mmm-please Daichi. Baby?”
“I don’t fucking answer to that. You will call me Daddy before I’m finished with you tonight. Now…” Just as your gummy walls began to squeeze around his fingers he abruptly pulled them out and forced you down between his legs again. “…be a good girl and suck my fucking dick!”
You were so turned on, loving this little game you were playing with your man, you eagerly wrapped your lips around Daichi’s girth again. He pulled your hair back and held it in place with his hand as a show of dominance but also so he could watch his wet shaft disappear between your lips. You did as you were told, sucking and slurping and choking on Daichi’s cock like it was your last fucking meal.
“Good fucking girl. That’s it, baby, just like that. Fuck.”
He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The pressure behind his heavy balls was too much. You pulled off his cock, and with your hand still tugging on his length you started flicking the tip of your tongue along the line in his ballsac.
Daichi’s head fell back, his lust-blown brown eyes sliding shut again, groaning at the new pleasure shooting up from the base of his spine. You dragged your tongue up and applied pressure to the point where his sac met the base of his shaft, your hand still busy rubbing his throbbing cockhead.
Daichi’s legs began to tremble and you knew he was about to cum. You took his cock in your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him hard and fast. He tightened his grip in your hair, swearing, thighs shaking, fucking the head of his cock into your throat - all the signs that he was too far gone.
“Fuckgonnacumbaby,” he breathed, pulling you off his cock and jerking himself the rest of the way off.
With your eyes still closed you wondered why he would deny his own orgasm. That was until you felt the first release of his warm, creamy semen land on your face, then another, and he just kept cumming. Daichi had always blown the biggest, thickest loads. When the last of his cum dripped into your open mouth, he smeared the head of his spent cock around your lips as you tried to lick it clean.
“Damn, sweetheart,” his fist still in your hair, “you look cute as hell with my seed all over your face.” He watched as it dripped down to your naked breasts, your eyes closed tight to keep the cum out. “Fucking beautiful,” he said, panting. He reached over and grabbed the towel he’d dried off with after his shower and began to carefully wipe the mess he’d made, starting with your eyelids. “There you go, got most of it,” he said, tossing the towel somewhere behind him.
A giggle bubbled out of your lips as you slowly opened your eyes. “Damn, baby, you give one hell of a facial.”
Daichi smirked, scooping up a dollop of his cum with his thumb and pushing it inside your mouth. “I told you I don’t answer to that,” he said, kissing you before you had a chance to swallow, a small reward for being such a good sport.
He knew how much it turned you on to swirl your cum-coated tongue around his and he didn’t mind. He’d be lying if he said tasting himself on your tongue wasn’t hot as fuck.
He laid you down on your back, slotting himself between your soft, creamy thighs. You could only briefly enjoy the friction of his soft cock against your clit before his kisses descended along your neck - stopping for a moment to suck a bruise next to your jugular, making you rub your open legs along his sides.
He slid lower down your body, tufts of his black hair sticking out between your fingers as you breathed his name. He kissed your nipples before taking turns sucking on them and squishing the fatty tissue of your breasts between his fingers. Occasionally he dragged one of your taut nipples between his teeth, peppering the soft tenderness of his lips and tongue with little nips and harmless bites.
Down, down he went until you could finally feel the heat of his breath on your clit. Daichi ate pussy like no one else could. You were practically lifting your hips off the bed in anticipation. The pressure of his wet lips on your desperate clit nearly pushed you over the edge. You squirmed beneath him, willing him to devour you already; to make you cum in his mouth like he’d done countless times before. Your boyfriend licked and sucked at your labia, intentionally avoiding your clit. He slipped his fingers inside you, slowly dragging them along your sticky walls and right away could feel how close you were to cumming.
He chuckled, knowing he had you precisely where he wanted you: on the razor’s edge. He’d only been eating you out for about 2 minutes when your walls closed in around his fingers, sucking them in as if trying to prevent their escape. But once again, Daichi withdrew, leaving you clenching around nothing. You wanted to pull your fucking hair out.
“Daiiichiiii! Damn iiiiit!” Tears pricked at the outer corners of your eyes. You’d lost count of how many times he’d brought you right to the precipice only to yank you back to solid ground.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, pushing himself onto his knees, his cock half hard again.
You were starting to get mad; genuinely angry at your man for torturing you like this. You knew his fucking game from the start and you had no intention of letting him win.
However, as the saying goes, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
You were nearly in physical pain from the need to cum. Primal instinct was beginning to win out over false pride. Your urge had gone beyond desire and had crossed the line into agonizing need. You didn’t want Daichi’s fat cock buried deep inside you - you desperately needed it. You needed to feel the drag of his hard shaft along your swollen walls, the friction of his pelvis against your throbbing, puffy clit. Hell, at this point he could probably blow on it and make you cum.
“Daichi, stop,” you said pitifully.
“I did stop.”
“You know what I mean. I need…” you trailed off, your ego in the throes of death.
“What is it, baby? Hm?” He caressed your naked leg, the warmth of his touch driving you wild. “Tell me what you need.”
The first tear streaked across your temple. “Need you. Make m’cum, Dai,” you whimpered.
You would never know the amount of willpower it took for him to not plow into you right then and there. He leaned down, pushing your hair back from your forehead and kissing it before kissing the tear away from your face.
“Shh…it’s okay, babygirl. I’ve got you. All you have to do is accept that I’m your daddy and I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.”
You huffed and crossed your arms over your breasts. “No.”
You were flipped onto your belly again with Daichi’s powerful thighs straddling your plushy ones. His heavy hand, calloused from years of ball spiking, came from the side and slapped your ass like he was trying to hit it over a net. You wailed. That was the worst one yet. Your ass was raw from the earlier spankings, but the numbness had worn off.
“Daiiii! Fuuuck that fucking hurts!” you sobbed.
Behind you, your lover’s eyes widened with worry. “Color?”
“Green.” You were crying, but you’d spoken clearly.
“You sure are obstinate for a little girl that needs to cum so badly.” Daichi’s hand landed on the curve of your ass with a crack, making you scream out for him. “Only good girls who beg for their daddy’s cock get to cum.”
He kneaded your flesh with his big, strong hands, assuaging some of the stinging pain. He reached down and lined his full erection up with your winking pussy. Jesus Christ, he was so fucking turned on that even though he’d just cum a few minutes ago he knew he wasn’t going to last long seeing you like this, your poor little pussy trying to suck him in as you cried for him to let you cum.
He pushed himself through your ring of flesh, both of you moaning in unison, but he only got a couple of inches in before pulling back out.
“Daichi, no! Please!” You squealed in frustration.
“What did I just say, bratty girl? Beg for your daddy’s cock and I’ll let you cum all over it.”
Shit, he was fucking ruthless. He pushed the fat head of his cock right up to your entrance, holding himself there with just the right amount of pressure against your cunt.
“Damn it, Daichi! Fuck, you’re so mean!”
He leaned down on top of you, his hard barrel of a chest pressing against you, the small patch of hair above his pecs tickling your back.
“You haven’t seen mean, babygirl. I fucking promise.” He was so hard, his length grinding along your buttcrack as his breath dusted your ear. “I love you more than anything and I’m willing to give my babygirl the whole fucking world. All I need from you is to call. me. Daddy.”
“Oh god…” you felt the last thread of your dignity snap. “I- I need to cum so fucking bad,” you cried. “Please? Please let me cum on your cock, Daddy?”
Daichi was up, forcing you onto your back and shoving his cock all the way inside you in the blink of an eye.
“Anything for my babygirl,” he promised, pressing your thighs back until your knees almost touched your ears. You were caged between his arms, begging him nonstop as he pounded into you from above.
“Yes, Daddy, fuck me! I’ve been such a bad girl n m’so sorry!”
Daichi felt your walls closing in hard and fast. “Fuck, babygirl, you’re crushing Daddy’s cock. You’re gonna cum for me when I tell you to.”
The pressure that was rising inside you was unlike anything you’d ever felt. “God yes, Daddy! Gonna cum all over your fat cock!” you said through gritted teeth.
Daichi watched as his cock pistoned in and out of your creamy pussy, your knees hooked around his elbows as his wet hips clapped against your butt. He was dangerously close to busting his nut.
“That’s my girl. Let go, baby. Cum for Daddy…NOW!”
You threw your head back, back arching, eyelids fluttering as the massively tight coil inside you finally snapped. It felt like you were peeing but you’d been tossed over the edge so hard and deep you didn’t give a single fuck as your liquid splattered across Daichi’s flexing abs.
“Ohshitbabygirl! So fucking hot, I can’t- I’m gonna-!” Daichi’s hips stuttered. “-nnfffuck!” He buried himself balls deep, still rutting into you when a pang of searing heat shot from the base of his spine and through a singular point of exit. His thick, white cream spilled inside you and began to leak from the snug rim of your used cunt. He lowered your weakened legs back down beside him and slotted his lips with yours, kissing you with a gentle passion.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked quietly.
You weren’t expecting the tears that seemed to well up from nowhere. You quickly covered your eyes and nodded.
“Whoa, hey…”
Daichi’s deep voice softened as he rolled off of you before pulling you on top of him where you curled into the safety and security of his strong arms. He rubbed your back and talked you through the rush of emotions that inevitably hit after such intense play. You’d never cried after a scene before, but this was the most immersive one you’d experienced so far.
“Baby, listen to me. You’re safe. I love you with my whole heart and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”
Your Dom’s aftercare was exquisite and you needed it now more than ever before. Guilt loomed on the fringes of his heart knowing he’d done this to you. It was just as reassuring to Daichi to say these things out loud as it was for you to hear them.
“You are a beautiful, intelligent woman who has all my respect and adoration. I will always protect you no matter what, okay?”
You sniffled and nodded against his chest. He held you like that until you stopped shaking. You’d stopped crying, but your arm was still fastened around Daichi’s neck, not wanting to let go.
Daichi kissed the top of your head and murmured, “Baby, I need to get us both some water. If you wanna stay here, let me know; otherwise, I’m gonna need to lay you down for a few seconds so I can pick you up and carry you.”
You answered with a meek “k” before Daichi gently let you go long enough to slip his sweats back on and wrap you up in a blanket. He hoisted you up bridal style, your arms urgently wrapping around his neck again. Your hold on him was tight, afraid to let go even though he kept assuring you he would never let you fall. He grabbed a glass and pushed it against the water dispenser in the freezer door. Once filled, he had to sit you down on the countertop so he could hand it to you. But he stayed right in front of you, rubbing your legs while you guzzled half the water down.
“Thirsty, hm?”
“Yeah,” you said, passing the glass to him.
He downed the other half in 3 swallows then shoved it back under the dispenser for more. You both finished that glass and he got some more before asking you to carry it so he could carry you back to your ensuite master bathroom.
Daichi set you down on the edge of the tub with the glass of cool water in your hands while he drew a warm bath.
“Listen, baby, it might sting when you first get in, but only for a few seconds, alright?”
You nodded and when the bath was ready, Daichi helped you stand up and made sure you were steady on your feet as you let the blanket fall away.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Daichi buried his face in his hands when he saw your bottom. “I’m so sorry. Shit.”
You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair before pulling his head against your belly. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay. I wanted this. You didn’t do anything wrong, Daichi.”
He dragged his hands down his face and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hugging your body close.
“I think I underestimated my own strength though. I didn’t mean to leave such nasty marks on you, babe.”
Still stroking his hair, you smirked down at him. “At least we both know you could still spike the fuck out of a volleyball.”
He shook his head. “Don’t even joke about that right now. I feel awful about this.”
“Daichi, look at me.”
“You haven’t seen what I did to you.”
“I don’t have to see it, Dai. You didn’t do anything to me I didn’t want you to do. I still trust you with my life, baby.”
Daichi wordlessly stood up and guided you to the mirror, turning you around so you could see your butt. It did look worse than you thought it would, but it was still fresh and you knew you’d heal from it quickly.
“Well, damn.” You took a deep breath and exhaled, watching Daichi’s shoulders slump in the reflection as he held the bridge of his nose. “Guess you’ll just have to kiss my ass for the next few days until it gets better.”
Daichi’s shoulders began to shake, which you knew all too well meant he was laughing. Sure enough, he dropped his hand from his face to reveal his huge smile.
“I fucking love you, (y/n), you know that?”
“I fucking love you too, Daichi. I think I always will.” You pulled him down into a kiss.
“Maybe next time you should do it in uniform,” you said, biting your lip.
He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? You think you’d like that?”
You gave him a slow nod as your fingers walked their way up from his abs to his chest. “Don’t forget your handcuffs…”
His half-lidded eyes darkened a little again as a crooked, mischievous grin formed on his handsome face. “Careful what you wish for, babe…”
Your conversation continued as you bathed each other, occasionally kissing and checking in with one another.
When you were done, Daichi got out of the bath and quickly dried off before helping you out. He dried you off before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to bed.
He laid you down before sliding in next to you and gently applying lotion to your bottom. You were almost asleep when he laid down behind you, pulling you close with his chest against your back and his arm wrapped around you.
“I love you more than anything, baby,” he whispered, his lips pressing a sweet kiss behind your ear as your legs tangled with his.
“Mmm…” you smiled and intertwined your smaller fingers with his. “I love you endlessly…Daddy.”
“Careful,” he warned.
With a smile and a sigh you melted into his warm, protective embrace.
