[10:15am] woke up, scrolled thru tumblr, and then a thought about roommate!daichi popped in my head. I’M TOO SHY BUT just think this through with me? yeah? nsfw under the cut
hi friendos @ceo-of-daichi @mrs-kuroojinguji @starshaped-raindrops @daichidaichidaichi my brainrot is particularly strong today
all you wanted to do was jump his bones but you were roommates
so one afternoon, when you had gotten home early and were sure he would be home late, you laid in bed touching yourself to the thought of him
completely unashamed, just finally moaning his name like you had been wanting to for weeks
but you were wrong and he had come home earlier than expected and heard the buzzing noises that were coming from behind your closed door
and when he heard his name chanted in your sweet sweet voice, he couldn’t help all the blood that rushed south
it’s not like he was innocent though
he’d admit to the countless nights where he had pictured your hand or your mouth or your pussy wrapped around him instead of his hand (or his pillow)
but he didn’t want to interrupt you–at least not yet
idk how long he was willing to wait, a few days? maybe a week?
before he came knocking at your door late at night, claiming he couldn’t sleep
and you invited him in–why wouldn’t you? thinking it was an innocent “talk to me? keep me company?” kind of request
and it was before one thing led to another
your clothes had been removed, scattered on the floor of your room, and he was looking up at you from between your legs
one finger was already teasing your soaking entrance, slick dripping to mess up your sheets. “do you touch yourself?”
when your face turned bright red and you refused to answer him
his finger stopped working on you–making you whine. reluctantly, you nodded but he only chastised you
his finger threatening to stop and leave you unless you used your words
“y-yes” and you gasped when his finger was joined by a 2nd one, a reward for your good behavior
“do you... think about me?”
despite your “yes” (too engulfed in the stimulation to care about your deepening blush) his fingers stopped again
you shot him another pleading, desperate look
“how often do you think about me, princess?”
he wouldn’t even try to hide the smirk that would grace his features when he felt you get wetter, your walls clenching around his fingers
he’d curl his fingers, trying to coax the answer he was looking for out of you
“a-all the t-time”
and you’d gasp as he included a third finger, lips wrapping around to suck on your clit–your first orgasm of the night ripping through you
he wouldn’t stop there though
he’d help you ride through the first one
but then his fingers would be replaced by his tongue
and he’d have to hold your hips in place, moving your legs over his shoulders as he ate you out like a starved man–taking you to your 2nd orgasm
all while he’s looking up at the faces you’re making and the way your chest heaves–loving the way your breasts look
he just wants to keep your back arched off the bed and hear all the sweet noises coming from your mouth
and when he’s done, he’s merciful–giving you a break
what he doesn’t expect is when you switch places to return the favor
you’re trying your best to pin his hands down as you give his swollen, red tip dripping with precum kitty licks
you have the most innocent look in your eyes as you look up at him, asking “what about you? do you t-touch yourself?”
and he says yes with no hesitation–he’s not even flustered
then again, were you expecting anything else?
and he sucks in a breath as you suddenly take all of him in your mouth, hallowing out your cheeks as you come back up
you feel a sense of pride when a breathy “fuck” leaves his mouth
he normally doesn’t curse but the single word encourages you to do the same thing a few more times
he almost whines when you stop but when he sees you move up to position your entrance above him, he catches himself
you tease him though, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds
“do you think about me?”
you raise yourself just out of reach when he tries to thrust his hips up to meet yours
“do you think about me?” this time your tone is stern, punctuating every word
“fuck, yes, all the time, princess”
and who are you to deny him?
so you sigh as you finally sink down on him–slowly though, because despite the prep, he’s still too big for you and you need to adjust
once you’re adjusted, he lets you ride him–loving the sight of your bouncy tits and the way he just disappears into you
but it’s not long before he’s flipping you two over and pounding into you
your mouth open, eyes half-lidded as he fucks you out
but as soon as you let one breathy "yes, daddy" slip from your lips, you realize just how much of a goner you were for the night
