#hq daichi

[semiloml]

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.

“Daichi—”

“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.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

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?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“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

[ghcsst]

BIG BEEFY MEN that cover your entire body once they settle on top of you. Not even that. Even if you're straddling him, sitting atop his hips with his big thighs settled between your own, he still towered over you, making you shrink beneath his much bigger frame.

His thick fingers were knuckle deep inside your wet pussy, squelching with each thrust of his fingers. The wet noise mixed with your sweet moans were like music to his ears, like a song that he wanted to replay over and over again, without ever getting tired of listening to it.

"Y'think you can handle a third?" With a nod, he managed to slip his ring finger in, snug inside your walls along with his index and middle finger. He was stretching you so good, without even using his cock. However, nothing could compare to the feeling of his fat length stretching you out and abusing your cervix.

His eyes were on you and your facial expressions, watching your face contort in pleasure, but also watching for any signs of pain or discomfort. His lips were gentle as they trailed down your throat, making way to your breast. His lips almost immediately wrapped around your nipple, his tongue encircling the pebble before he started sucking. As your head tilted down to look at him, you swore you could see a circle of spit around, and on, your nipple as he pulled away, glistening in the moon-lit room while he made himself busy with the other side.

Your head tilted back against the pillow, your body relaxing as he took pleasure in pleasing you. He was being gentle; despite his burly build. Soon enough, his lips continued to trail kisses down your figure, from your sternum to your abdomen, to your lower abdomen, till he was underneath the covers. His lips pressed against your pelvis, his calloused fingers caressing your thighs: up and down, until his arms wrapped around them, pulling you down the mattress and closer to him. Spreading you wide and open, his lips attached to your inner thighs, your left one, then your right one, then right back to your left one again. You could feel the sloppiness in his kisses, most likely already forming a bruise: a hickey— or hickies.

Slowly, yet surely, his kisses increasingly moved closer to your core. Being sprawled out for him, despite him being underneath the covers, was still nonetheless embarrassing, but he seemed to be in heaven. His face gently pressed between your folds, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit, as his tongue was already diving deep into your cunt, replacing his fingers that were once deep inside of you, curling up until they hit that soft, spongy spot that made you see the gates to heaven. You practically met God himself in that moment. Your fingers reached for his head, above the covers, further pushing him against your sopping wet pussy:To which he happily obliged. Groaning into your cunt, his tongue began to thrust in and out, before curling up to once again try and hit that spongy spot.

After a long day at work, all he wanted was to make his baby feel good. It was on his mind the entire day: On the couch, where he'd have you on top of him, straddling him as he guided your hips, making you ride him and bounce on his cock while he told you how pretty you looked, your tits bouncing in tandem with his thrusts, and your hips lifting only to slam back down on his erection. Or you on the bed, laying beneath him as his tip relentlessly kissed your cervix, bruising it in the process as his thrusts became deeper, harder, as your nails dug into his skin, leaving deep red marks on his back: Ones he weren't sure he would be able to hide the next day.

But right now, his tongue was the one fucking you, occasionally slipping out to slide between your folds, sucking, kissing, and licking on your clit, tracing small circles with his tongue. His tongue would slide back down to your clenching, aching hole, teasing it as he traced the entrance, only to slip the tip in. But once he heard a small "please" leave your lips, he shoved his tongue back inside. His arms wrapped around your thighs, with his hands holding the top of them, allowed him to rub small circles on your skin, as if he were comforting you while he continued to eat your pussy like a starved man. Like he didn't eat your pussy every night like it was his dinner before he went to sleep.

When he felt your thighs twitch and tremble beneath his grip, he didn't stop. Of course he didn't. His movements instead increased in speed and pressure, his tongue, as deep inside your cunt as it possibly could be, pulled out to lap at your sweet cunt. Soft sounds of his lips smacking against your wet pussy, his groans mixed with your own, his tongue licking and his lips sucking on your sensitive flesh filled the room. That was until you came with a loud, almost pornographic moan.

Not even then did he stop. He helped you ride out your high, his nose nuzzled against your pelvis as he kissed and sucked on your clit, his tongue gently and now slowly continuing to slide between your lips. Your thighs trapped his head in between them, trembling as you quickly became sensitive due to his relentless ministrations. But once he felt you relax, did he pull finally pull away. His chin wet and glistening with your cum and slick that was currently dripping down from his lips, to which he immediately scooped up with his index finger, collecting the combination of liquids on the tip, only to lick his finger clean.

Daichi Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Aran Ojiro, Asahi Azumane, Osamu Miya, + any of your favs !!

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[janaasty]

gives the sloppiest head known to man

TANAKA, noya, SHOYO, SAEKO(wlw) yamamoto, BOKUTO, atsumu, Makki, KYOTANI. Terushima, KINDAICHI

eats pussy from the back (?) nose In ur asshole to

COACH UKAI. BOKUTO, noya, TENDOU(nasty ahh) aran, OSAMU, asahi, KUROO, matsukawa, tsukishima, AKAASHI, Suga, makki, IWAIZUMI

Gentle eater

ASAHI, SUGA, YAMAGUCHI (duh), tendou, Kageyama (cause he doesn’t know what he’s doing) semi, USHIJIMA, DAICHI, takeda, KIYOKO, yachi, suna KITA, AKAASHI, oikawa, Iwaizumi, YAKU. LEV

newbie, needed help finding ur clit

GOSHIKI, Kunimi, USHIJIMA, ATSUMU, fukunaga, Yamamoto, KAGEYAMA, KINDAICHI, KITA, LEV

Found it first try/has an idea where it is/was

KENMA, tadashi, TSUKISHIMA, Shoyo (woah!) NOYA, oikawa..gulp. IWAIZUMI, asahi, KUROO (ish?)

Professional

Sugawara, COACH UKAI, Daichi, SAEKO, KIYOKO, kuroo, kai, ARAN, OSAMU, TENDOU (he’s a vet.) AKAASHI, konoha, MATSUKAWA, MAKKI, YAKU, TANAKA

[showhay]

extra kneepads

— daichi’s browser history: “how to smile normal when she’s around” and “is it legal to frame her yawn as modern art.”

sawamura daichi x manager!f!reader

fluff | requested

having a writing crisis because i’m cool like that. will be replying to messages and stuff tomorrow (*ˊᗜˋ*) ‘m tired

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the first time you bounded into the gym with a crate of volleyballs and a grin brighter than the emergency exit sign, daichi felt his kneecaps loosen like unscrewed bolts.

you were kiyoko’s bubbly deputy, the human exclamation mark after her quiet ellipsis, and somehow your laughter kept ricocheting off his ribs long after practice ended.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

banana-shaped stickers become your signature.

you slap one on the corner of his bottle: “potassium boost for the captain.”

he doesn’t peel it off.

during drills he catches himself angling the bottle so the little fruit faces him, a private lighthouse in the chaos of serves and shouts.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

water breaks feel like stolen scenes in a k-drama. you hand him his bottle first, fingers tapping the cap twice—some silly superstition you made up about “double luck.”

he copies the tap when no one’s looking, a miniature echo across plastic, and feels ridiculous and warm at the same time.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

one afternoon a stray ball rockets toward the stage.

you chase it, trip, and plant a palm against his chest to steady yourself.

“sorry,” you laugh, breath fanning across his collar.

his hands find your waist out of reflex, and for three whole seconds the gym narrows to the place your heartbeat thuds against his jersey.

when you step back he realizes he’s been holding his breath like an idiot.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

match day is cold, you didn’t check your weather app. so, you forgot your jacket, so he shrugs out of his team warm-up top and drops it over your shoulders without ceremony.

“you’ll get sick,” you protest.

“i run hot,” he lies, already feeling the chill bite his arms.

but you burrow into the fabric, sleeves swallowing your hands, and his pride flares hotter than any heater.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the bus hums home under sunset on your way home. you slump against his shoulder, earbuds shared, playlist skipping from city pop to retro anime themes.

asleep, you sigh every so often, small puffs that scatter the hairs along his neck.

he stares out the window, counting streetlights, telling himself he should move, should give you space—and stays exactly where he is, pinned by something softer than gravity.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

at one late-night practice cleanup.

you climb a shaky stool to hang new banners; he stands below, palms hovering in case you wobble.

“got me, captain?” you tease down at him.

“always,” he answers, too quickly, then pretends to adjust the stool legs to hide the flush climbing his ears.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

friday movie plans slip out casual—

you: “my place, if you’re free?”

he spends an hour choosing between hoodies, feels dumb, brings popcorn instead.

your couch is a pillow fort; you share a blanket that barely covers both, so shoulders overlap like mismatched puzzle pieces.

halfway through the film he notices you’re cold, tucks the blanket higher without thinking, fingers brushing your neck.

you glance up; he freezes, hand mid-air.

you smile, small and soft, and settle back against him.

his heart pounds so loudly he’s sure the neighbors can hear, but he doesn’t move away.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

as the tournament date closes in, the posters go up. you pin a photo of last year’s team, sneak a selfie of you two into the corner: your cheek smashed to his bicep, him looking startled but unmistakably happy.

he finds it during lunch, stands there so long the hallway traffic parts around him.

he slips the picture into his wallet, behind his train pass, where he’ll see it every commute.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

after finals, the gym empties early.

you collect balls, humming off-key.

he hesitates at the entrance, then crosses the court, shoes squeaking louder than his courage feels.

“can we talk?”

you straighten, eyes bright.

words tumble out, clumsy but sincere. “you make everything louder—in a good way, like relief in an awkward silence. would you.. take this as.. a token of my love..?”

he offers his spare kneepad, freshly washed, tiny penguin doodle inked on the hem.

you laugh, watery and warm, tackle-hug him so hard you both sit down on the floor, kneepad squashed between you.

volleyballs roll loose around your tangled legs like lazy fireworks.

“yes, captain,” you muffle into his neck.

his exhale shakes, arms tightening, and for once he lets the grin overtake his face without checking if anyone sees.

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

when walking you home, he carries your bag slung over his shoulder, fingers laced through yours like a quiet promise.

streetlights flicker on; your shadows stretch, overlap, merge.

you talk about keychains, grocery lists, maybe learning how to make those banana stickers waterproof.

he listens, thumb brushing your knuckles, still surprised the world let him keep this—your hand, your laugh, the easy weight of your shoulder against his.

at your door you kiss him once, soft and sure.

he tastes faintly of popcorn and nerves; you taste like the future.

“goodnight, daichi.”

“goodnight,” he answers, voice rough, feet rooted until you’re inside and the light flicks on upstairs.

he walks home lighter, wallet photo shifting against his chest, no longer searching for how to steady himself—he’s already holding the reason.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: well, i’m at a breaking point rn. he might leave me ong fr, i’m gonna cry. he’s being insensitive, i’m pulling my hair out. #niquerants

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iloveu

[clowndegree]

WHO’S PACKING BUT CAN’T USE IT? ✧ Haikyuu!

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

VERY NSFW, proceed with caution!!

Characters included: Lev Haiba, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shoyo, Asahi Azumane, Daichi Sawamura, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Kageyama Tobio.

Lev Haiba ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Absolute monster cock, genuinely intimidating. Problem? He’s too eager and has zero rhythm.

• Half the time he’s just slamming in and moaning like “fuck, it feels so good” while you’re gripping the sheets trying to survive.

Bokuto Koutarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Thick, heavy, honestly impressive, but he gets too excited.

• Starts with good rhythm, then loses it because he’s too busy moaning about how good you feel. “ahhh it’s sooo tight!!”

Hinata Shoyo ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Long enough to surprise you, girthy enough to keep you full, but he’s clueless at first.

• His enthusiasm carries him — he pounds away like it’s volleyball practice, whispering “I can keep going, please, one more.”

• You’ll walk funny the next day not because of skill, but because of stamina.

Asahi Azumane ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Lowkey huge, but way too shy about it. Half the time he’s apologizing mid-thrust: “is this okay? am I too much?”

• Doesn’t realize he’s rearranging your guts every time he pulls you against him.

Daichi Sawamura ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Packing in thickness — really filling — but he’s such a “responsible captain” that he sometimes overthinks.

• Holds back when you want him to let go. He’ll murmur “don’t want to hurt you” while you’re begging for harder.

Ushijima Wakatoshi ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Ridiculously big, like unfair levels. Strong enough to keep rhythm, but… his technique is blunt.

• He’ll fuck you straight into the mattress with zero fancy tricks, groaning “you’ll come again” like it’s fact.

• Not creative, but raw power = still destroys you.

Tendou Satori ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Long, curved, definitely packing, but chaotic as hell with how he uses it.

• Loves trying weird angles just to see your reaction: “does it hurt? oh, you like that? haha, cute.”

• Skill is questionable, but he makes it work through sheer chaos energy.

Kageyama Tobio ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Honestly pretty big, but stiff and awkward at first. Focused more on “getting it right” than relaxing.

• Once he loses himself though? He’s rutting into you, muttering “feels too good, I can’t stop.”

• He’s got the equipment, but the control comes later.

[clawsdevour]

u're under arrest

wc: 0.8k content warning: kinktober day 18 - in uniform, smut, police daichi 😳 x reader, OOH ARREST ME DADDY!!!, creampie, not proofread

*ೃ ༄ .

"so. do you know why i pulled you over?" daichi's hot breath tickled your ear as he bundled both your wrists with one big hand, pressing them both along the arch of your back.

cheek pressing in the mattress as you gave him a glance, a taunting one at best, with your lips all glossed and curved with eyes that smiled right back at him.

thank the fucking gods you married one of the most amazing men you've ever met, bagged him, and found out daichi sawamura's a fucking cop—a hot one when in uniform as well.. and you still can't believe how hot your husband looks whenever he got off his shift or overall home from work.

you just want him to pull you over like he does with naughty criminals, hand cuff you like he does to them... get a little talk about serving time in jail but instead of that, you'd rather just get the punishment specifically done by him.

daichi's hiking up your skirt with his other hand, exposing your big ahhh to his naked eyes as his erection started to grow and tighten in his suffocating uniform—his face starting to blossom into a pink hue as he bit down on his lower lip.

"you're such a bad girl.. walking around like this" he gazes at your plump and round ass followed by your choice of panty design—a sexy pink thong that barely covered your dripping folds as they cling onto your hips so lewdly.

"is that so bad o-officer?" you stutter, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed bottoms before feeling the warmth of the imprint of his cock rubbing against your intimate area that radiated with sinful urges.

"absolutely violating" daichi breathed, using his fingers to push your panties to the side to reveal your bare and glistening cunt that pulsating for his cock as he continued to grind himself onto you—creating a damp spot on his boxers from all of your slick sticking onto him before he took his cock out as it sprang and hit your ass.

in his hand, he's pumping his cock, fucking his fist even as you hear the wet sounds of his precum being dragged up and down his length. daichi's lined himself up with his desperate cunt, rubbing your wet sopping folds to collect your essence before prodding his tip at your entrance while you gasped and braced for his fat tip to enter.

"god.. you're so tight, scared of getting arrested?" daichi groaned while tilting his head back, continuing to bury himself inside your plush gummy walls that sucked him in.

"n-no.." your breath hitched at his overwhelming size that just so suddenly stretched you out, "hah, fuck.."

the way his cock made you feel that intense stretching sensation was so overbearing but so so so... delicious. it was like he was taking your cunt and making it exclusively his, molding you into his very own fleshlight that swallowed him whole as he broke down into suppressed moans while slowly thrusting.

"you sure about that? you're about to snap my cock in ha-half," daichi stated with eagerness in his voice, his hips starting to move faster on their own as you felt the grip on your hands start to unravel.

it was like daichi was carving his own way through your walls, filling in each and every unexplored crevice you didn't even know you could get filled up to the brim. especially when you felt his tip kiss your cervix multiple times, you couldn't help but gasp for air as your eyes rolled back into their sockets.

your moans and whimpers were all muffled due to being faced down, making you focus more on how overstimulating your pussy's feeling as daichi's rutting his hips into you at an immensely rough pace—feeling him start to lose his own rhythm from how well you're taking his cock.

arousal was pooling—overflowling in the depths of your stomach as you felt your climax quickly build up the more he reached the deeper parts of you repeatedly. you're defenseless, and loving every dominating moment of it as your walls fluttered and twitched around his veiny girth.

your half lidded eyes couldn't bare to stay open as you're stuck in an euphoric daze, creaming all over his cock that spilled all of his hot sticky load inside of your needy desperate cunt.

daichi's shimmering with a sheen layer of sweat, as he takes his hat off top wipe the sweat off his forehead before slowly taking out his dick—followed by his cum that slowly seeped out from within.

watching his seed drip from your tight puckering hole as you're absolutely disheveled and mind fucked, he can't help but laugh as you still babbled your little curses and random phrases.

"a.. aarrest me, d-daddy.." was the last thing you whined as your hands stayed behind your back, feeling his fingers push his load back into your pulsating pussy.

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summary: While helping his girlfriend clean out her closet, off-duty Cop!Daichi Sawamura stumbles across something he wasn’t supposed to find—a pair of fuzzy black handcuffs. And suddenly Daichi’s got her wrists cuffed behind her back and her body spread out beneath him. Still in his uniform, he makes it very clear: if she wanted a cop fantasy, she should’ve just asked. He’s more than willing to play.

warnings: cop!daichi, fuzzy handcuffs, uniform kink, dom!Daichi, rough sex, oral, deep strokes, reader gets cuffed, restrained reader, dirty talk, strength kink, possessive behavior, swearing, cop roleplay vibes, reader is ruined.

wc: 0.7k words.

request: — anon !! „idk if you’ve seen the lixxm00n fanart of daichi with those fuzzy cuffs but pls give me something with that 🙏“

“Why do you have a closet full of hoodies you never wear?”

Daichi’s voice came from inside the narrow hallway closet, his sleeves rolled up, badge still clipped to his belt. He was helping you “declutter” — though you both knew it mostly meant you bossing him around while he carried heavy boxes.

“Because they’re comfy,” you called. “And I might want to wear one someday!”

He grunted. “This one still has the tag.”

“…That’s a collector’s item.”

“From H&M?”

You made a face and turned back toward your bedroom — just in time to hear,

click.

pause.

“…These ones are different from mine.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Daichi,” you said, slowly stepping back into the hallway, “put those down.”

He turned around, holding up a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs.

You froze. He didn’t move and Neither of you spoke.

Then—

“…You gonna tell me why you’re hiding bedroom cuffs behind a Collage sweatshirt?”

Your face burned.

“I—They’re not for—shut up.”

Daichi raised an eyebrow. “You bought cuffs?”

You looked away. “It was a… phase.”

He stepped toward you, the cuffs dangling from his finger.

“Are you into cuffs, sweetheart?”

“No—”

“I’m a cop.”

“Daichi—!”

“Oh, no no. This changes things. You want me to fuck you in the vest next time?”

„No!“

You did, actually.

click.

The sound of the fuzzy cuffs locking around your wrists made your stomach twist—and your thighs clench.

And you could feel the heat of Daichi’s chest right behind you. Still half in uniform. Still wearing that bulletproof vest like it was part of the game now.

“You know what I like about these?” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “They don’t hurt. But they still hold you down.”

You moaned softly.

He trailed his hand down your spine, dragging the back of his knuckles over your ass, slow and reverent—like he was taking his time admiring the mess he was about to make.

“You look good like this,” he added. “All exposed. Cuffed. Dripping for me.”

And god—you were.

You were already soaked from the way he’d eaten you out earlier. Already sore from how long he’d teased you. And now, with your wrists bound behind your back, chest pressed into the sheets, ass up and waiting—you felt like prey.

You felt owned.

And when you felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock grind between your thighs?

You whimpered.

“Please—”

“I’ll give it to you,” he murmured, lining up at your entrance. “But you’d better take every inch.”

And then he slammed in.

Deep. Hard. All at once. He didn’t give you a second to adjust—he just drove in, buried himself to the hilt, and stayed there.

You were panting—face down, cheek pressed to the mattress, wrists tugging at the cuffs uselessly.

“Too much?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

“N-no—just—fuck—”

He started moving—hard, deep thrusts that made the bed creak, made the cuffs bite against your wrists. And then—

You felt it, A tug.

Daichi had wrapped his hand around the chain connecting your cuffs — and yanked.

“Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” he growled.

You cried out as he used your own restraints to pull your body back into his cock—each thrust now slamming into the deepest part of you, his fist tight around the cuffs, your arms burning from the angle, your body trembling.

You couldn’t escape. Couldn’t squirm. Couldn’t do anything but take him.

“That’s it,” he said, breath ragged. “Let me fuck you how I want.”

You moaned his name, over and over, every sound turning to a sob as his cock dragged along your walls, thick and perfect and unrelenting.

“You love this,” he hissed. “Being helpless. Getting used. Getting owned.”

“Y-yes—!”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours—I’m yours, Daichi—!”

He groaned—low, feral—and pulled harder on the cuffs, using the leverage to drive deeper, his thighs slapping against yours.

You came hard.

Your whole body shook—clenched—as your orgasm tore through you, legs giving out under the force of it, mouth open in a silent cry while he fucked you straight through it like he needed you to break.

And when he came,

He held you in place—both hands on the cuffs now, yanking you tight against his cock as he spilled inside you with a desperate grunt.

You both collapsed.

And even then—breathless, flushed, completely fucked out—he didn’t release your wrists.

He leaned down, kissed the back of your neck.

And whispered,

“Next time, I’ll bring my real ones.”

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