Burn | Fireman!Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, size kink, overstimulation, Daichi being hung, fingering, your apartment burns down, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, yandere themes depending on the way you read it, fluff, strangers to lovers (?)
Summary: You’ve moved into the apartment complex across from friendly fireman, Daichi.
Word count: 5610ish
The first time you met Sawamura Daichi was the day you moved into the apartment complex opposite to his. It was in the early morning, the sun had risen maybe an hour before, and you’d just begun to unload the hired moving van when he jogged over to you from across the road, a friendly smile gracing his face.
He didn’t mean to make you jump but you’d had your head inside a torn open cardboard box when he greeted you.
“Hey, do you need a hand?” Daichi held his hands up when your head snapped towards him in shock.
For a moment you were wondering what kind of sane person would be up at such early hours and willing to offer a helping hand, but looking at his attire you’d assumed he was about to go for a run.
You were so proud of yourself for not yelping a ‘holy fuck’ when you laid eyes on him. Daichi was big. He wasn’t the tallest man you’d seen but he had a body that looked like he could probably take on a bull; with broad shoulders, wide arms and the loose gym shorts he wore let you get a decent look at his thick thighs.
“Are you okay?” He chuckled as he tilted his head, wondering why you hadn’t responded and were simply gaping at him.
“I… uh.” You shut your mouth and nodded, “wow. Hi”
His eyes crinkled in amusement and he leant against the back of the truck, tucking a hand into his pocket.
“Hello.”
“Sorry, what did you say? Before that, I mean.” You nervously smiled.
“I asked if you needed help… I’m Sawamura Daichi by the way.” He held out his hand and you timidly shook it, trying to ignore the way he lightly stroked a calloused thumb over the back of your hand and introduced yourself too.
“It’s okay, it’s early so you probably have somewhere to be…” You murmured, turning back to the cardboard box and haphazardly closing the top so you could actually start unloading.
“I was going for a run but I feel like this would be a better way to spend my time… and a better workout too.” He shrugged.
“Um, okay… if you really don’t mind.” You paused, “unless you do and were just trying to be nice.” You glanced up at him, gnawing at your bottom lip when he laughed.
“I really don’t mind.” He nodded towards the full truck, “may I? You’ll have to lead the way.” At your rushed nodding he picked up the closest box, tested its weight and then piled another on top and picked the both of them up with little to no struggle.
“There’s one flight of stairs…” You informed him, leading the way to the front door of the stairwell to the apartments and holding it open with an elbow.
“That’s fine by me.” He grinned at you as he passed.
There was something about him that reminded you of home, a comfort that embedded itself into you and started up your infatuation on him, like a barbed hook to a fish.
The old guy that had driven the truck returned from the phone call he’d left to make and Daichi insisted that he’d just leave the boxes by the stairwell and he himself would make the trip up and down the stairs.
“Are you sure? It’s my job to do it…” The man blinked at him, taken back by the offer.
“Yeah… We’ll get this done in no time.” He smiled and turned to you, “you can help by telling me where the boxes should go, hm?” He raised a brow and you nodded dumbly at him.
-
Daichi was right. The truck was unloaded faster than you’d anticipated, even with all of your shared conversation and your attempt in trying to get to know him, and after waving off the old man, you faced him with an expression you hoped would convey how grateful you were.
“Thank you so much.” You toyed with your hands, slightly surprised at how relaxed he was despite the numerous stair trips and all the heavy lifting, “you… uh, you don’t look worn out at all.”
He nodded. “Don’t mention it, I'm happy to help… and I'm not, really. I do a lot to keep up at work.”
You tilted your head. “Yeah? Personal trainer?” You went with your first guess, inwardly cringing at yourself for the blunt assumption.
“No.” He laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I'm a firefighter.”
Your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. A firefighter.
A fucking firefighter.
“Uh… wow.” You breathed.
Men in uniform did a funny thing to your heart. And your cunt. You could feel a faint pulse as you tried to imagine him in just the big baggy trousers and hefty boots.
“Got a thing for firefighters?” He grinned. At your fumbling and choked cough, he shook his head with a chuckle, “I’m messing. I need to go now, though.” He stated after checking his watch.
“Oh. Well, I need to pay you back somehow for to-“
“Nope.” He interrupted, “as I said, I'm happy to help.”
You purse your lips. “Well, I'm going to.”
Daichi’s eyebrow quirked.
“Can I… maybe get your number?” You hesitated, pulling out your mobile, “y’know for when I’m able to think of a decent payment…”
“Sure.” He took your phone to type his number into a new contact sheet, not willing to argue with you on the matter but more than willing to give you his digits, “it’ll make us somewhat even since now I know where you live… that sounded really creepy.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head after he’d passed your phone back, “I’m sorry. I'm just going to go…”
You watched with a goofy grin as he stalked off down the street.
“It was nice meeting you, Daichi!” You shouted, giggling when he jumped and turned to you with an awkward wave, casting a glance to the windows nearby.
Oh. you’d forgotten it was still quite early in the morning.
-
After that first initial meeting you didn’t really get a chance to speak to him for a while. The both of you sparing the odd wave if you saw him across the street, he always seemed to be in a hurry somewhere.
It never really struck you to text him until just before the second time you two encountered each other.
you: daichi?
daichi: who is this?
You scowled at your phone until you realised that oh, you didn’t give him your number. You sent him your name.
you: you helped me move in a couple of weeks ago…
You sent that just after. Just in case he didn’t remember your name.
daichi: hey, you finally texted :D what’s up?
The text emoji had you snorting, reminding you of a time before the little yellow cartoon faces were the norm.
you: i was wondering if you were at home, you live across from me right?
daichi: i just got back and yeah :)
you: i’ve thought of a way to repay you.
you: that sounds dirty.
you: i made some pretty decent ramen and there’s like a lot so if you want some…
you: wait. are you allergic to anything?
daichi: you don’t have to repay me, i’ve said that so many times…
daichi: and no, i’m not allergic to anything, i think? but if you’re offering food…
you: i can drop it off? or you can come over?
daichi: would you mind if i came over?
you: i wouldn’t offer it if i wasn’t :)
daichi: hah okay, i’ll be there in five. just got out of the shower.
Oh, god. Did he really have to add that in? Picturing daichi in nothing but a towel and dripping with water was enough to distract you for a minute or so until you realised that he was coming over.
You darted away from leaning against your countertop to run into your bedroom. Daichi wasn’t about to catch you in your lazy day pyjamas, even if he did strike you as the kind of person to not mind.
In fear of giving off the impression that you were too eager, which cough you might be cough, you settled for wearing a cute blouse and leggings.
A knock on your front door echoed throughout your apartment whilst you were patting down your hair in the mirror and you had to force yourself to take a calming breath before opening it with a smile.
“I was worried that I got the wrong door.” Daichi said, rubbing at the back of his neck. You noticed how his hair was still slightly damp and roughed up, probably from him running a towel over it.
“Even though you’ve walked through it maybe twenty times?” You giggled, stepping aside so he could enter.
Daichi removed his shoes and tucked them neatly by yours against the wall.
“Yeah…” He hummed as he looked about the main living space, “I like how you’ve decorated.” He complimented.
You grinned at the praise, “thank you.” You scooted past him and into the open kitchen, “you can sit anywhere, I usually eat on the couch so I don’t mind.” You informed him, turning to dish up the meals.
Daichi was sitting on the far end of the couch when you carried his steaming bowl through and settled it onto the coffee table.
“Wow.” He leant forward to get a look at the colourful food, “decent, huh? It smells great.”
“Thanks.” You murmured and made quick work of fetching your own bowl and eating utensils, “do you want a drink? I have soda, tea, beer…”
“I'll have whatever you’re having.” He smiled at you over his shoulder as he watched you fuss about.
You sat beside him and passed over a chilled beer.
He watched you for a moment with amusement dancing in his eyes as you stared at the bottle.
“I forgot the opener.”
“You forgot the opener.” He repeated with a chuckle, “nah, pass it over.”
After handing it to him you watched in amazement as he opened it with his bare hands and you took the bottle back with a gaping mouth.
“What…”
He held up his hand and twisted the thick banded ring he wore on his middle finger around with his thumb.
“It’s cute that you thought I opened it with my bare hands.” He laughed, popping open his own bottle and setting the caps on the coffee table.
“I didn't see the ring.” You mumbled, passing over his utensils.
“Thank you for this by the way.” He said after swallowing his first bite, the two of you sat in comfortable silence with bowls in your laps and a random movie playing on the tv, courtesy of Daichi. You’d obviously let him choose the channel.
“Mhm.” You covered your lips as you chewed, answering him when you didn’t have food in your mouth, “I still feel like I owe you… you did a lot.”
“I think if we don’t get past this then it’s going to keep getting brought up.” He laughed, “what if I told you this was the best bowl of ramen I’ve ever had and it’s more than enough of a reward?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I'd call you a liar.”
His mouth opened in shock and he looked down into his bowl with a grin, “well, that’s mean…” he bit into one of the egg slices you’d neatly placed inside, “yeah, I’m lying. The eggs are kinda bad.”
You nudged his knee with your socked foot, laughing when he almost spilt his food, “they’re not bad. I gave you the nicest slices.”
He huffed a laugh, “no, they’re great.” He paused, “you gave me the nicest eggs?”
The tone he’d taken on was almost as if he was cooing at you and it was enough to make your cheeks heat up, and head face back into your bowl as you used eating as a distraction.
“That's sweet.”
“Daichi?”
“Hm?”
“Shush.”
He snorted, “fine.”
You both stayed on the sofa even after you finished eating. Daichi’s arm rested along the back but you weren’t close enough to be warmed by it. You weren’t quite confident enough to scoot closer to him either.
You eventually stood to wash up, only to have your hands shooed away from the bowls as Daichi took them and stood too. You held out your hands for them.
“Nope. You cooked.” He stated as if that was enough to make you let him pass.
“And I'll clean.” You declared, reaching to grab the bowls.
“Nice try.” He grinned, moving them from your reach.
He stepped forward and you immediately inched back, trailing after him when he continued over to the sink.
“You’re really…” you watched as he filled your washing up bucket with hot soapy water.
“Are you gonna say bossy?” He smirked over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves.
“No…” maybe not that exact word, “wait!” You fumbled about, choosing to pretend to be shocked and pointed to the corner near the front door, “is that a spider?” You yelped.
He eyed you for a moment, spared a glance at the area and turned back to the sink. You groaned when he dunked his hands into the water.
He huffed, “it really isn’t that big of a deal… you cooked, I’ll clean.”
You frowned. “It is, though. You’ve done a lot.” You resorted to drying and tidying away whatever he washed up.
“Not everything has to be a trade.” He commented, passing you a wet bowl, “sometimes people just like doing nice things for others.”
“And you’re one of those people.” You murmured.
“I mean- I guess? I didn’t help you out that day so that you’d end up owing me.” He pursed his lips.
You sighed, “okay. Fine. We can call it even, like, right now?”
He wiped down your sink as you both finished, a soft smile on his lips, “okay… we’re even.”
“Is it just me or…” you gnawed on your bottom lip as you thought about how to word what you were going to say.
He tilted his head, momentarily glancing at your mouth, “what’s up?”
“We get along, right? Like… I feel more at ease with you than I would normally with a stranger.” You winced as you spoke, hoping you weren’t grasping at straws.
Daichi’s eyebrows rose, “yeah, I think so too. But that’s probably just our personalities being compatible… I can tell you’re not comfortable. Well, not fully comfortable.”
You frowned, “how so?”
He released a breath and stepped closer to you, edging you backwards until your back hit the counters, leering over you so your head was forced to back away. His legs were just brushing yours and you could faintly smell the scent of his body wash and maybe a pine aftershave on him.
“Uh…”
Daichi didn’t back up, instead resting his hands on the countertop either side of you.
“You’re telling me that anyone would be comfortable with this?” You mumbled.
“Hm… no. But you stopped looking at my face as soon as I moved towards you.”
You scowled and forced your head up to stare him in the eyes, “maybe I wanted you to corner me.”
He angled his face closer to yours, the pair of you practically sharing breaths at that point, “yeah?”
You nodded, swallowing thickly.
He was so close. And so big. Was everything about him big? You clenched your thighs at the thought.
A high pitched beeping noise interrupted you both and Daichi stepped back to take a little black device from his pocket. He wiped a hand down his face and sighed.
“I have to go, I'm on call.” He frowned, “this isn’t me trying to eat and run.”
“Y-yeah…” you blinked, “it’s okay, work is work.” You shrugged and followed him to the door where he put his shoes on.
“Thank you for the meal.” he smiled, casting a glance to your lips again before turning to the door, “maybe we should do this again? and I’ll cook next time?” he offered, facing you again as he stood in the hallway.
“Yes! Yeah… you can cook?” You paused, “Y'know what, I’ll find out. Go and do your job.” You nodded for him to leave, not wanting to hold him up.
“I- yeah,” he hesitated, “sorry, just…” he stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “bye.” He whispered as he pulled back.
He didn’t linger to watch the way your lips parted in surprise, instead he almost jogged to the stairwell and disappeared around the corner with a blush adorning his cheeks and ears.
-
You were lucky when Daichi spotted you a few days later whilst you were in town. You’d been shopping for a few hours in the late afternoon and were about to head to the bus station when you heard your name being called.
He was walking away from two other men, one with long brown hair and a patch of stubble on his chin and the other, a guy with pretty silver-ish hair.
“Didn’t expect to see you here…” he stopped in front of you, a nervous smile playing on his face.
“Outside?” You tilted your head, grinning when he deadpanned you with a stare, “I was shopping, what’re you doing?” You peered around him, not seeing his friends in their previous position, “were those your friends?”
“Yeah, I'll introduce you to them next time if you want? We just went for food… are you now heading home?”
You nodded.
“Can I walk you to your car?” He asked.
“You could… if I had one.” You fiddled with the bags in your hand, “I took the bus.”
Daichi rolled his head back before looking at you with a sheepish grin, “can I drive you back instead then? I'm heading home anyway, so…”
“Um… okay, yeah. Thanks.” Being alone in your apartment with Daichi was one thing, easy even. A car, however, had you nervous and slowly walking beside him to where he’d parked.
Ever the gentleman, he’d insisted on carrying your bags for you. You’d tried refusing, as usual, but settled for giving him half when he pouted.
He set your shopping down in the back seat and held the passenger door open for you.
“Thank you.” You mumbled and climbed in, sinking back into your seat when he closed the door.
His car smelt so strongly of him and you noted the few receipts and cd cases he kept stored in the centre console.
“Ready?” He asked once he’d belted himself into the driver’s seat.
You nodded, holding your breath when he leaned over and clipped your belt in. Daichi hovered a second in front of your face to smile, his gaze flickering between your eyes as you blinked owlishly at him.
“You good?” He murmured.
When you nodded again, lips pressed together in a thin line to try and stop yourself from making an embarrassing noise, he started up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
You made small talk with him for a few minutes, your awkwardness wearing off as you settled in his company. You don’t know how Daichi did it but he managed to make you loosen up without seemingly trying.
“What the-“ he leant forward and flipped up the visor to get a better look at the sky as you neared home.
You followed his line of sight and gaped at the huge billows of dark smoke that clouded the sky. Almost as soon as you’d noticed it, you could hear his little device begin to beep in his pocket.
“Oh, crap.” he glanced at you, “I'll drop you off first.”
“If it’s urgent- which, by the way, it kinda looks it- you can just dro-“
“Nope.” He shook his head, “it’s getting dark and I want to make sure you get home safely.”
You purse your lips.
“What the fuck!” You yelped as you rounded the corner to your street.
Your entire apartment building was up in flames and a huge fire truck as well as a couple of ambulances were littered about the street.
“Oh, shit.” Daichi parked his car in front of the fire truck, turning to you as he unbuckled himself, “wait here a second, okay? I'll find out what’s happening.”
“What's happening? My home is on fire…” you didn’t pay any mind to the sharpness of your tone as you stared wide-eyed out the window.
Daichi didn’t answer, just hopped out to go and talk to who you guessed were his coworkers. He was back at your door in what seemed like seconds, knocking on the window before opening it with a blank expression.
“I uh- I won’t go into details but there was a gas leak.”
“A gas leak…”
“Yeah, did you maybe want to wait in mine? I kind of have to help out… you can try and contact someone…” he’s always been so good at keeping up a brave face, dealing with you, though, was something he found tricky. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and upset you more than you already were.
“My apartment is fucked, isn’t it?” You numbly whispered.
Your day had been going so well. You’d thought it’d gotten even better when you’d run into Daichi. And then, boom, literally boom. Your apartment was on fire.
You unbuckled yourself from the car and slumped out, “contact who?”
“Family or a friend?”
“My parents live hours away.” You frowned, “and so do my friends… I moved here for work.”
Daichi sighed, “we’ll figure something out. Wait in mine, yeah?”
You nodded and let him guide you to the front doors of his complex, taking the keys he passed to you when he heard one of the firemen call to him. You watched a little resin volleyball keychain spin from where it hung from the metal hoop.
“Number seven, second floor.” His hand cupped your chin and lifted your head, “help yourself to anything… I'll come and get you if something else happens, okay?”
You nodded, head nudging into the warmth of his hands, “be careful.”
He smiled then, “I will.” He squished your cheeks together with his thumb and middle finger and you watched him leave before entering the building.
-
Turns out Daichi’s bedroom has the perfect view of your building. He'd left the door to his room open so you’d obviously entered to get a front row seat, not bothering to snoop about before you sat on his bed.
You couldn’t even tell which fireman he was, they were all too far away and it seemed like the fire was easily controlled. Or maybe it was the shock of having your home burnt to cinders that turned the three hours it took for them to finally extinguish the fire into what felt like minutes.
You heard his front door open and shut and jumped up. You weren’t quick enough for him to not catch you in his bedroom.
Daichi looked a little roughed up, soot smeared around his face and wrists. He'd obviously ditched the heavy firefighting gear at the truck because he was standing in front of you, brows furrowed, in the outfit he was in before.
“You weren’t sitting there the entire time, were you?”
“…maybe.” You hesitated.
His lip twitched up, “I really need a shower.” He mumbled, wiping a hand down his face, “it sucks that I’ve got to be the one to tell you but I figured that you’d prefer me over a stranger…”
“I need to look into a new apartment?” You guessed.
“Yeah…” he frowned.
“Daichi, you don’t have to look so down, it’s not like it was your fault.” You shrugged, “thank you for letting me wait here.”
“About that, what you said earlier?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, “you can stay here, if you want? For the night or…until you figure something out- I have a spare room.” He added.
Your eyebrows shot up, “are you serious?”
“Yes?”
“That doesn’t sound serious.”
“I’m serious.” He snorted, “I'm going to take a shower ‘cause I'm kinda filthy, we can talk more after, yeah?”
“Okay.”
-
You probably could’ve had a quiet night; ended the chat with Daichi and went straight to bed. You didn’t even get that far though.
You’d left his bedroom and instead sat in his living area, flipping through the channels on his tv.
“That show’s good.” He commented, running a towel over his hair.
“Fucking hell!” You shouted, clambering to catch the remote after you’d thrown it out of fright.
“You’re jumpy.” He laughed.
“I didn't hear yo-oh-“ you turned to him, your sentence caught in your throat when you saw that his towel covered cock was maybe a few feet away from your face.
Daichi wasn’t stupid, he could clearly tell where your focus had gone.
“You keep gaping like that and you’re going to give me the wrong idea.” He stated, voice low.
You watched his towel shift, the thick outline of his cock had your thighs clenching together, and your eyes darted up to his face.
“The wrong idea?” You repeated.
You had the wrong idea. You had many wrong ideas.
Daichi leant down, resting his forearm against the back of the sofa. You couldn’t find it in yourself to back away, eyes focused in on a droplet of water that ran down his neck and in between the valley of his pecs.
“Mhm.” He lifted a hand to play with a strand of hair that hung loosely by your face.
“Are you still on call?” You murmured, not willing to push for anything if there was a chance he’d have to leave again.
His hand moved from your hair to your chin, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip.
“No...” he groaned when your tongue poked out to lick against the pad, “I'm off for two days.”
You pulled his hand from your mouth and surged to your knees to press your lips to his, hands pulling at the damp hair that sat at the nape of his neck when he responded just as urgently.
Daichi yanked you up from the sofa, hands clamped to the undersides of your thighs to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You were distantly aware of the sound of his towel falling from his waist and hitting the floor but were too busy having your tongue sucked into his mouth to care.
“Bedroom.” You whispered against his lips, moaning when you felt his bare cock nudge up against your clothed cunt.
“You sure?” He mumbled, nipping at your neck and jaw as he slowly walked to his room, wanting to give you more than enough time to back out.
“Daichi, if you don’t fuck me-“ you yelped when he dropped you onto the bed.
“If i don’t fuck you?” He grinned.
He didn’t shy away, he bore all of his nakedness with a confidence that made you throb.
“C’mon… you’ll do what?” He pressed.
“Then… I'll leave. A-and I'll go and find someone who will.” You tested him, pushing a foot into his naked thigh.
You realise, when he’s yanked down your trousers and panties, that what you said may have been a bad choice of words.
“You'll find someone else?” he knelt onto the bed and spread your legs, ignoring your embarrassed whine, “you think they’ll get your cunt this wet, hm?” He asked, running a finger along your glistening labia.
“Daichi…” you grabbed at his wrist and tried to encourage him into giving you firmer touches. When he didn’t move, you began to lift your hips into his touch, whining again when you barely even managed to get his fingers to touch your clit.
“You’re so cute.” He cooed, pulling his hand away from your cunt to tug at the end of your shirt.
You took the hint and peeled it off, throwing it away from his bed along with your bra.
“Y’know, I thought you were so pretty when I first saw you.” He commented, positioning one of his legs over yours and tugging one of your thighs up to rest your ankle on his shoulder.
“What about now?” You were only half paying attention to the conversation, staring down at the thick head of his weeping cock that he held inches away from your cunt.
“I'd answer you seriously if I knew that you were listening to me.” He kissed your calf. “Is my dick really that interesting?” He laughed when you didn’t answer.
Daichi watched with heavy lidded eyes as your head dropped backwards, lips parting to let out a long breath, when he pushed the tip of his cock into you.
That was all he managed. Your walls were clamping down so hard that he couldn’t push in any further without worrying he’d hurt you.
“F-fuck!” You whimpered, eyes squeezed shut.
“That's my fault.” He kissed your leg again as he pulled out, “should’ve stretched you out…”
He replaced his cock with a finger, letting it slide into your cunt and stroke at your silky walls for a second before adding another.
“Feel good?” He smiled when you moaned.
“Y-yes!” You hissed into your forearm as he continued to rub into the ribbed area of your pussy that had you twitching on his bedsheets.
A knot was forming in your tummy and it only grew tighter as he added a third finger, and then his thumb to rub at your clit. The digit sliding against your nub easily after he spat down onto it- something you only heard and felt because your eyes had rolled back at that point.
You felt around for his free hand, yanking him down when you found it so that you could press your mouth to his in an open mouthed kiss.
Hearing his grunt tipped you over the edge and your back arched into him as you came, whining into his mouth, and cunt pulsing around his fingers.
“Well, that was sexy.” He whispered, nudging your nose with his as he removed his fingers.
You couldn’t reply, only pant and watch as he licked your cum from his fingers and stared straight into your eyes.
“You wanna try again?” He asked once you’d calmed down a bit, letting his fingers dance along your sensitive pussy in an effort to keep you stimulated.
“Can I go on top?” You reached a hand down to wrap around his cock, your fingers unable to connect as you began to slowly stroke it.
Daichi’s eyes shut with a breathy moan, “y-yeah.”
You straddled his waist, being careful not to knee him in the balls, and guided the tip of him to your now sopping entrance.
He slipped in easier than before but the position had put more pressure on your cunt and it was a lot to try and get him in half way before you let yourself slump against his torso, face squished into his soft chest.
“I think you’re too big…” you grumbled.
“You did so well, pretty girl.” Your cheeks heated at his cooing and you flicked at his nipple in retaliation.
Daichi’s hips surged up, his cock bullying it’s way deeper into your pussy.
You were forced to jolt upright, inevitably sitting flat against his thighs as you sunk down to his balls, “F-fuck! S’too deep!” You wailed but refused to lift yourself up. He was finally all the way inside, you weren’t going to stop there.
Daichi sat himself up on his elbows, reaching a thumb down to rub at your overstimulated clit again, “need to relax, pretty…” he grunted as he felt you sporadically clenching around him, the base of his cock covered in a milky mess of your cum.
His touching eventually led you into slowly trying to roll your hips, small gasps leaving your parted lips each time his cock rubbed up against the bundle of nerves that lined your front wall.
Daichi couldn’t help but watch you use his cock, his hips unconsciously lifting up to bounce you on him.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, pulling you down to kiss him. His hands dug into the squishiness of your ass and thighs to hold you in place so that he could rut into you.
“Y’close? You’re getting so- nngh- tight.” He groaned, the sound of your thighs bouncing against his hips growing louder as he rammed himself balls deep each time. Strings of your arousal snapping against his skin.
You were close. You could feel yourself getting tighter and your cunt ache at the stretch of his cock but the burn only aided in helping you get to your release.
“Dai- Daichi- g-gonna cum.” You cried into his neck, thighs shaking as your release washed over you.
“Good girl.” He moaned, repeating the words over and over as he kept bouncing you on him to draw out your orgasm. The warmth and wetness of your pussy had him forcefully thrown into his own release and Daichi pinned you hips down with a drawn out groan as he came, spilling ropes of thick cum into you.
You didn’t try to move from his chest as you came down from your high, panting into his skin and relishing in the feeling of his cock softening inside you.
Daichi didn’t try either, nor did he want to.
He planned to keep you as close to him for as long as possible, his fuzzy mind trying to think of ways to get you to stay.
With him.
In his apartment or wherever he went.
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