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kingdaddydaichi · 3 months

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WHEN HE GOES FERAL OVER YOUR SCENT ✮⋆˙ ft. daichi sawamura x f!reader

✮⋆˙ warnings/notes: nsfw. MDNI. oral (f. rcv'ing). (implied) squirting. 850-ish words. the way i had to take my socks off while writing this bc it got so hot all of a sudden idk why?? i had to cover my mouth while editing to muffle all the funny noises that kept spilling out without warning.

DAICHI goes absolutely feral when he smells you...

you’ve been making out for a few minutes when your boyfriend pushes your shirt up and pulls your bra down, letting your tit spill out into his warm, waiting hand before lowering his mouth to your nipple. it quickly buds against his tongue, a soft gasp escaping you as you watch his lips wrap around it, a light blush dusting the tops of daichi’s cheeks when they hollow to suckle at your breast.

his breath is hot against your skin as he travels further south, down down down until his face is just a couple of inches away from your heat. he’s been such a gentleman up to this point, slow and tender. but when his slow hands spread your thighs apart, he catches your scent and fwoohf - his carnal switch flips and a pearl of precum wets his underwear as something inside him snaps.

you yelp at the sheer force when he tugs your bottoms off, your sopping wet panties included, his urgent strength lifting your hips off the bed. your legs, which he’d yanked straight up into the air, fall back down, gracing his shoulders and you swear you hear him growl. he’s breathing you in, tasting your flavor on the back of his tongue before he’s even licked you.

“you- the way you smell…” there's an edge to his voice that makes you shiver.

before you have a chance to feel self-conscious about his words, daichi’s tongue is eagerly lapping at your inner thighs. you try sitting up to watch him but fall back against the pillow again with a loud sigh when his hungry mouth finds your folds and he begins to feed.

his hot, wet tongue darts out of his mouth to prod at your swollen clit before running the length of your entire slit. your hands shake as your fingers curl into his short, brown hair. he dips his tongue into your tight hole, moaning against you when he tastes the source of your scent. his wet muscle pulls out and abandons your opening, but your desperate whine leans into one of sheer pleasure when his thick fingertip pushes past your rim while his tongue swipes its way back up to suckle at your clit. your trembling thighs close around his head as his finger sinks deeper inside you, massaging your soft, slippery walls. daichi’s breath is hot and damp on your cunt when he groans, his deep voice sending delicious vibrations through your whole body as he rolls your clit around the tip of his tongue. he’s savoring you, his thick cock straining painfully against the mattress as he drinks you down. “oh fuck, hhhn~” his lips form a seal around your clit and he begins to suck in earnest, the suction drawing your hard bud into his mouth, rubbing it against the tastebuds on his pulsing tongue. “dai- i’m- hah~”

he adds a second finger, curling both of them inside you, finding that rough sweet spot that makes your hips jerk, stretching you, preparing you for his uncompromising girth. he doesn’t even realize he’s rutting his hips into the bed, his deep groans tumbling into you. his nose is buried in your mound as he devours your cunt, breathing in more of your feminine musk like a man starved for air.

“oh god, please…daichi!” a million fires blaze inside you all at once and you feel a warm release as your walls convulse around his finger. you fill your lover’s mouth, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination to swallow every last drop of you. it’s what he’s worked so hard for, what he’s wanted - no, needed - so badly this whole time.

daichi releases you with a wet slurp, his chin shiny with your slick. he raises to his knees between your legs, watching you. you've never before seen his eyes so fierce. he peels his shirt off, leaving his torso naked. your eyes could appreciate so many things: the small patch of hair on his broad heaving chest, his strong abs and sculpted v-line, the trail of dark hair that disappears somewhere below the waistline of his pants. but what they settle on is daichi’s hands unbuckling his belt and working his pants open.

you reach out to touch the strained bulge in his boxers, the darker skin within peeking through the hole. he sighs and watches open-mouthed as you pull his rigid cock out, stroking the warm, silky skin over his rock hard shaft, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into the thick muscle of his butt to urge him closer.

he pushes his underwear down, his meaty penis disappearing inside his boxers again before springing out over the waistband. he’s so painfully hard, his tip an angry shade of red as he towers over you, strong arms caging you in with your legs spread before him, so welcoming.

“need to fuck you,” he slurs, pussy drunk and feral. “need to fill you up…”

"take it, dai. take what you need. s'all yours, baby~"

your walls flutter in anticipation when he guides his precum-slicked cockhead to your slit, rubbing it between your slippery folds, getting himself as wet as possible before pushing his blunt tip through your tight ring of muscle. he sinks in slowly with a long guttural growl, relief washing over him with every satiating inch.

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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WHEN HE WEARS NOTHING BUT A TOWEL

.ೃ࿔*:･ PAIRING: husband!daichi sawamura x f!reader

.ೃ࿔*:･ WC: 1.2k

.ೃ࿔*:･ WARNINGS/NOTES: nsfw. MDNI. oral (f. rec). bathroom sex. creampie. is there anything sexier than a fine looking man stepping out of a hot shower? maybe, but rn my head is filled with images of daichi in a steamy bathroom with wet hair and nothing on but a low-hanging towel so that's what you're getting. GODSSSS he's so fucking KKGHKLHGLN. being as handsome as he is should be a crime so i can make a citizen's arrest and restrain him. DAMN, it feels good to write for my hq hubby again.

your husband steps out of the shower, the pristine white towel hanging low on his hips, contrasting perfectly with his darker skin as a plume of steam follows him out the door. daichi's skin is moist all over, his fingers running through his short, dark brown hair. those big brown eyes narrowing slightly and his lips curving into a sly, crooked grin when he sees you ogling him. a bead of water trails from his chest and down his abs, bringing your attention to the trail of black hair leading from his navel to the top of the towel. there’s also a small patch of hair between his pecs, but what really draws your eye is the mouth-watering bulge just beneath the towel. even before he’s hard you can appreciate just how big he is. his shape is pressing against the soft cotton, making you mindlessly lick your lips.

“you look like you’re going to eat me,” he teases with his knowing smirk that always makes him look even more handsome, especially with his wet, tousled hair.

“i just might…” you say, biting your lip and making his smile widen.

prying your eyes from the protrusion that hangs just beneath his towel, you saunter towards him with a devilish grin to match his before placing your hands just above his hips. despite the heat that soaks his skin, goosebumps form under your soft touch and his cock twitches when he leans down to press a slow, tender kiss on your lips.

“feeling a little cock hungry, hm?” he mutters playfully.

“can’t help it,” you say with a slight whine that goes straight to his member. wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, you continue, “it’s your fault for looking so tasty…”

“i think i might have something that’ll fill you up,” he whispers.

your smiles touch again, but this kiss lingers and suddenly it feels much warmer in the steamy bathroom. daichi’s tongue teases the seam of your lips and you gladly bid him welcome. a muffled groan rumbles in his chest and he pulls you closer, the masculine scent of his shower gel washing over you as his strong hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze when you feel his semi press against your lower belly.

you roll your hips, rubbing against him as your mouths move together, his cock getting harder by the second. daichi catches you off guard, making you yelp in surprise when he suddenly picks you up and sits you down on the counter behind you. a couple of items get knocked over when he yanks your open legs towards him.

“mmm…so forceful. looks like i’m not the only one who’s hungry…” you say pointedly, glancing down at the shape of his cockhead straining against the towel as your fingers play at the edge of the soft barrier.

daichi is taking you in, his darkened brown eyes roaming your body when he gathers the hem of your shirt and pulls it off you. “hard not to be when you whet my appetite like this.” he reaches for your waistband and you lift your butt to let him work your bottoms off. your hands explore his broad chest as he squeezes the fat of your thighs, your kisses growing more and more urgent. your husband’s lips travel down your neck while he slips a gentle finger between your folds, making you groan with pleasure.

“already so wet and sensitive for me…” his lips continue blazing a trail down towards your core before slowly sucking a bruise on your inner thigh.

“it’s what you do to m-” your ability to speak ends there with a gasp and your eyes roll back when daichi tongues your clit. no one has ever eaten your pussy like your husband does. the way he swirls his wet muscle around your tiny bud as he works a thick finger inside you, thrusting slowly while rubbing that spot he knows like the back of his own hand; the way he closes his lips around your clit and sucks you in has your legs trembling.

he can feel you getting tighter around his finger as your fist clenches in his damp, messy hair, making him moan against your cunt, the vibration nearly sending you but he pulls off before you’re too far gone. he smirks when you whine at the loss of him but he’s still fingering you when he claims your mouth again.

“dai~” you pant as you reach for the towel, hands frantic and blind, but you manage to find where it’s tucked into itself and pull. the thing falls to the floor, pooling around daichi’s bare feet as his cock springs into your hand, the tip dark red and leaking.

you don’t have to say anything else. he already knows by the pitiful whimper in your voice and the way your hand is trembling as you stroke him. he lets you line him up to your needy hole, swearing under your breath at the stretch when his thick cockhead spreads you wide. he puts his hands on your hips and watches his tip disappear inside you, an open-mouth moan escaping him as your wet heat envelopes him, so tight and velvety soft. so slick and ready for him that he fills you up carefully and completely, pushing all the way inside you in one slow thrust. a groan rumbles in his throat as he retreats just enough to be able to thrust into you again and again.

with one of your hands planted behind you and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, you watch through lust-laden eyes as daichi’s body moves. he rubs your clit in tiny circles with his thumb while his other hand holds your thigh close to his waist. dark chocolate eyes stare right back into yours as he fucks into you, making love to your very soul. the way your succulent walls pull him back in with every heavy drag of his cock has him panting through parted lips, his pace quickening until the lewd slaps of wet skin echo around the bathroom walls.

this angle, this pace, the flicking of his fingertip over your hard clit; the sound of his quiet grunts and his warm voice when he tells you he’s close - in this moment you live and breathe daichi sawamura. it all goes straight to your core all at once, your hips pitch and your thighs tighten against his undulating hips.

“that’s it, cum for me, sweetheart…”

his command sends you over the edge. your face twists in sheer pleasure as heat sears through your womb, eyes squeezed shut as you cry out his name.

“fuck,” daich hisses through gritted teeth, thrusting so deep inside you until there’s nowhere left to go, but his hips rock and rut into you harder as his balls tighten closer to his body. he stifles a whine in his throat as his white hot seed erupts from his slit, hips twitching and his cock throbbing even after he’s fully spent himself inside you.

you pull him to your lips, his eyes closed and face relaxed, and he kisses you back lazily as you both catch your breaths, checking in with each other in hushed tones and whispering sweet 'i love you's. when his softened cock slips out of you, his thick cum leaks from your cream-filled cunt, dripping and pooling onto the steamy countertop below.

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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✩˚⊹♡ — nsfw. MDNI. x gn!reader. 400+ wc. oral (m. rec.). deepthroat. (partial) facial? (self-imposed) snowball?

it requires a conscious effort on daichi's part not to push you down on his cock as his fingers slide into your hair. the way you’re sucking him loudly, lewdly…moaning around him as you bob along his length - it's almost more than he can take. he tries to watch your wet, stretched lips gliding along his girth, but the sight is just too much for him and his head falls back against the pillow.

“mmm…fuck, baby~” he drawls in his deep voice.

his voice is hardly lighter than a breath. you can barely hear him but you can sense what he wants. you’ve been with him long enough to know. and you feel safe enough with him by now to try.

you muster your wits and try to take him as far as you can, pressing the wide head of his cock against the back of your throat.

“babe, you don’t have t~” his words are quickly replaced by a groan when you swallow his cockhead, forcing it deeper.

you know you don’t have to. but that’s exactly why you want to. because daichi would never ask you to. he’d certainly never force you to.

you know he loves you.

you know he’ll keep you safe.

you know he won’t let anything bad happen to you.

and all of that has everything to do with why you trust him enough to swallow as much of his cock as you possibly can, pushing yourself beyond what you think you can handle even as you gag on him.

you feel his naked thighs tremble under your hands and his fingers curl tighter in your hair.

“ah, fuck baby…” he chokes on a whimper, half-heartedly pulling your hair as if trying to pull you off him in time. “y-you…oh god, i’m gonna cum~”

and just like that, daichi’s warm semen coats the back of your throat, and you try so hard…so, so hard to take all of him. but you’re not quite prepared for the force and volume of his ejaculation filling your airway, so you pull off him, gasping and swallowing what you can as the rest of his orgasm spurts onto your parted lips.

when he’s done, you open your eyes as you lick your lips and see him looking back down at you with eyes full of love and wonder, his mouth open and chest heaving.

you’re not sure if it’s a show of gratitude or if he’s just that deep in an orgasmic stupor, but daichi pulls you up and kisses you. you haven’t even finished swallowing him when he pushes his tongue into your mouth and swirls it around yours, groaning possessively when he tastes himself on you.

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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˙✧˖°⋆｡˚ HUSBAND!DAICHI COMING HOME LATE

nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader. 700+ wc. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about husband!daichi since i had a dream about him the other night. i know it’s been a minute since i've posted, but trust that i’m still very much in love w him. ♡

daichi comes home from work late to find you already asleep in your king size bed. he had a relatively quiet day at the station, his day mostly filled with paperwork and reports. his mind is tired, but his body isn’t.

your husband undresses and slips quietly into bed with you. you whine a little as you’re roused by the warmth of his body pressing against yours, his arm wrapping around you possessively, so big and strong. he can’t help the low chuckle in his throat when you say his name in your meek, sleepy voice - he's always thought it’s the cutest sound. you feel the unyielding metal of his wedding band as you intertwine your smaller fingers with his and pull his arm tighter around you.

“missed you, daichi,” you mumble sweetly, eyes still closed.

“i’m all yours now, angel,” he says between kisses to your bare shoulder.

you smile drowsily against his knuckles. “how was your day?”

“not bad. much better now though.”

“are you hungry?”

“yes…” he breathes as his lips travel to your neck. “...very.”

“i saved you some dinner,” you say as you begin to push yourself up. but your husband stops you, effortlessly pulling you back against his broad chest.

“not what i’m hungry for…” daichi grumbles, voice heavy with purpose.

he carefully turns your face towards him, his soft, wet lips closing tenderly over yours. slowly he raises up, spreading your legs before settling his hips between them unhurriedly, still kissing you, rolling his tongue over yours.

“mm~need you, baby…” your husband rasps, making you moan in his mouth when his semi drags along your naked slit.

his cock is so hot and thick, even before he’s fully hard. you wrap your arms around his wide shoulders, pushing your fingers into his dark brown hair as his hips roll full and strong against you. you’re kissing him back with equal passion when his blunt tip catches on your slick opening, making you gasp in his open mouth as he begins to push inside.

“fuuhhh~” you breathe, your mouth dropping to daichi’s neck as he works himself deeper with every lazy thrust. the stretch is so warm, so complete.

“feel good, babe?” he asks, looking down at you and into your eyes.

“god, yes…so good, daichi...nnh~”

his brown eyes narrow as one corner of his lips curls into a satisfied smirk, knowing he’s the one making you feel this amazing. his cock is the one spreading you open, filling you up so nice with his impressive girth.

daichi spreads his knees out on the mattress, forcing your thighs back a little as he pumps his hips more fully, but still slow and deliberate. he makes you feel every plump vein and ridge of his thick cock as he rocks into you. the rough patch of black hair at his now-creamy base is pressing and rubbing against your clit, bringing you closer and closer. he can feel it. you’re getting tighter, gasping his name in his ear as his heavy balls begin to clap against your ass.

“so close, angel…” he breathes, dropping his mouth to your collarbone to suck and nip at your sensitive skin there. “want you to cum with me.”

the swell of daichi's member drags and pulls at your slick walls, his robust cockhead nudging against your sweet spot with every heavy thrust.

“ohh…dai~” you whimper, locking your ankles behind his muscular thighs, meeting his thrusts now.

your husband knows your body, your tells. better than you do. he thrusts faster, harder, keeping that sharp angle he knows will have you seeing stars.

“fuck…that’s it…” he grunts against your cheek. “cum for me~”

his hips are clapping into you hard now…lewd wet noises coming from between your trembling legs.

“baby…oh god, daichi…fuck me~” you barely get the last word out when your orgasm hits. your breath hitches, arms hugging him tighter as your nails press against his skin.

your dear husband plunges his length inside you one last time, burying himself fully as he spills his seed with a shaky groan. his thick cock twitches with every spurt, filling you with his cum until it’s dripping out around his spent base.

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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♡₊˚ — daichi sawamura x f!reader

♡₊˚ — NSFW. MDNI. 300-ish wc. mutual pining/masturbation. voyeurism.

catching roommate!daichi in the laundry room of your shared apartment with a pair of your panties in his fist, pressed against his face. his other hand is in his shorts, presumably jerking himself off if the frenetic movement of the material and the wet spot where the tip of his cock is is anything to go by.

when he sucks the crotch of your dirty panties into his mouth, you can't help the little whimper that gets stuck in your throat. as much as you want him, you know it's better to just watch for now. you shove your hand under your own waistband when he begins to groan your name, playing with the very clit he imagines he's sucking as he tugs on his thick, leaking cock.

you keep your eyes open, daring not to miss a single stroke of his hand as you each secretly touch yourselves. oblivious to your presence, daichi pulls his big heavy dick out over his waistband, cupping his large balls for a moment before wrapping his hand around his length again.

you have to hold back every fiber of your being to keep from making your way over to him and dropping to your knees in front of that fat cock of his. your middle fingers are slick, pumping in and out of your cunt. you would worry about him hearing the sound of your palm smacking your wet clit except that he's moaning your name, loud enough to mask any sounds from your slickened pussy.

you watch in a horny stupor as your hot, big dick roommate fucks his own hand while breathing in your scent. suddenly he grabs the edge of the dryer and throws his head back.

"oh fuck...oh god, gonna cum, y/n~" he moans, tugging faster on his dick.

his hips buck and you can hardly believe your eyes when he suddenly grips his cock with your panties and fills them with pulses of his thick, white cum. you watch, eyes heavy with lust as his seed soaks through the thin, lacy material and oozes over his tight knuckles.

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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✧˚⋆｡♡˚ nsfw. MDNI. 400+ wc. x f!reader. clothed sex.

so daichi has me in a chokehold. he made me write this. ummm...yeahhhhh drops this and hides

crawling into daichi's lap while he’s watching a pro volleyball game on tv, straddling his thighs in hopes that you’ll be able to steal his attention away for just a few minutes. you kiss his cheek and jaw, only for him to give you a quick peck without even taking his eyes off the game. you could huff and pout but opt to instead grind your clothed heat against his soft dick.

“baby…” he chuckles, “not now. it’s the playoffs…”

“but daichi~” now you can’t help but sound a little whiny as you start sucking that spot on his neck that normally flips a switch in him. “wanna feel you…need your thick cock inside me.” you feel his soft bulge twitch to life beneath you as you continue rolling your hips against him. “you can keep watching the game, baby…” you sigh next to his ear, making him swear under his breath.

with your chests pressed together, you can feel his heart rate picking up. he quickly reaches down and pushes the waistband of his joggers down, his hard, heavy cock springing out. already soaking through your panties, you don’t waste any time at all, pulling the crotch of your shorts to the side as you guide his fat tip to your needy hole. you keep a firm grip on his wide base as you begin to sink down around him. his beefy cockhead pushes through your tight opening with a soft pop, making you both moan at the pressure and stretch.

daichi lets you work his cock in at your own pace, slowly easing him all the way in. even dripping wet you always have to take him slow at first because of how thick he is. you wrap your arms around his neck and start riding him with slow, shallow thrusts at first but it doesn’t take long until you’re bouncing on his muscular thighs. his big, strong hands gripping your ass, guiding you along his slippery length.

his eyes are still on the tv screen, but he’s oblivious to what’s even going on in the game, unable to think or see straight with the way your tight greedy cunt is sucking his cock so good. you plant your hands on top of his broad shoulders, mouth open and head thrown back as daichi fucks up into you.

“hhhfuck babe, your pussy feels so good on my cock~”

his deep voice, his lewd words, his meaty cock, his quickened breaths - it’s all too much, more than you can take.

you’re so very close, only a few thrusts away from orgasm when daichi’s strong arms flex around you and he grunts, “gonna cum~” he slams into you, hips still bucking as he drives his dick impossibly deeper.

you cry out, his name falling from your lips over and over, your cunt squeezing in pulses all around him as he fills you with his warm, sticky seed.

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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lowkey possessive!daichi

warnings: nsfw. MDNI. f!reader. marking (mutual). jealous(?) theme.

daichi loves marking you, but he's always torn between keeping up appearances and wanting to leave subtly visible marks on you so everyone knows you’re his:

definitely sucks bruises into your inner thighs before devouring your pussy

shows up at your workplace to bring you lunch to make sure your co-workers know that you’re spoken for

delights in knowing the guy who's eyeing you in the supermarket aisle can see the bite mark on the back of your neck bc you wore your hair up today

affectionately brushes your hair away from your face to expose that hickey he left on your neck last night

loves it when you spend the night at his place bc you smell like him the next day

but when you flip it back on him, daichi loses his fucking mind:

bite his shoulder while he’s fucking you and he’s cumming hard

seeing the scratch marks you leave on his back and arms the next day gives him a semi

he wants you to claim him just as much as he wants to claim you

wants you to be down so bad for him that you sneakily leave your things lying around his place just in case another female happens to stop by

that night you ended up fucking in his living room…yeah, your panties are still wedged between the couch cushions

that shirt he’s wearing today…bet that it smells faintly of your perfume

oh no…the cute little barista at the coffee shop he frequents - the one whose eyes have been lingering on him just a little too long, the one who giggles and blushes at him every time she sees him - she’s the first to notice the traces of your lipstick on his neck. bless her heart

if he wakes up too late to take a shower in the morning, there’s a little part of you that revels in the fact that he’s going to spend his day walking around with his cock still smelling like your pussy

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KING DADDY 💗 i might have something else ready before midnight 😭 but i'm going to take a nap bc i'm eepy. i've got another wip but what started as a drabble is starting to look more like a fic so...👀

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better.

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes.

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off.

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you?

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that.

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit.

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed.

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. ��Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?”

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.”

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?”

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.”

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.”

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response.

“What’s been going on, man?”

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.”

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?”

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?”

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?”

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently.

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?”

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father.

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?”

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded.

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces.

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command.

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding.

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?”

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-”

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed.

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.”

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay."

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.”

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.”

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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random ass hc about fooling around with daichi and hearing him moan when you reach between his legs to feel his hardening girth.

#king daddy daichi 👑#that is all #daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x you #daichi x y/n #daichi sawamura x y/n #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #daichi smut

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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DAICHI coming home to find you curled up on the couch, crying...

600+ words. comfort. gn!reader. unapologetically self-indulgent catharsis. i needed this. if anyone reading this is going through it, may this bring you comfort. i hope daichi's hug reaches you too.

The line from the "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" theme song comes to mind: ...when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year... and it makes you cry harder. How has it come to this? You don't even like that song. You resent the fact that it sums up your life so succinctly. How basic.

You know he's home. You heard the front door open and close, the jingle of his keys, the sigh of relief that falls from your dear husband's lips every time, like clockwork.

"Babe?"

You always greet him at the door when he comes home with a bright smile and a cheerful "Okaerinasai!" as you wrap your loving arms around the back of his neck and stand on your tippy toes to give him the sweetest kiss.

But tonight was different. Nothing new, but different.

Over the years, Daichi has seen you at your worst more times than you care to remember, and yet he still loves you with all of his might. So it's no surprise when you hear his long, slow footsteps cease for a moment, no doubt having noticed your form curled into the tiniest ball you could muster.

He furrows his brow, knowing.

With your back turned and your puffy, wet eyes closed, like a cartographist, you can still map out your husband's every move. Daichi is light-footed. Without his shoes on, his feet don't make a sound. Particularly when he doesn't want to wake you in case you're asleep. But the faint whisper of his slacks rustling together is all you need to triangulate on his movements.

You feel his big, warm hand on your back and he whispers your name. You shudder beneath his touch, your body wracked with fresh sobs. Knowing he's here makes it okay to let go of all you've been clinging to in an effort to keep it together. Now that Daichi's home and within arm's reach, you begin to fall apart at the seams. Because you're safe and he's got you. Just like he always has. You don't have to worry and you don't have to be the strong one, for a little while anyway. He is your strength when you need to be weak. He holds space for you to come undone.

So you turn over to find him squatting beside you, his warm, brown eyes filled with sorrow and compassion and a whole string of unspoken I love yous. You reach for him and in the next moment, he has you. Strong, sheltering arms pull you in like your heart doesn't have the weight of a thousand worlds on it anymore. He smells like comfort and your whole body trembles as you openly weep. The last in a long string of losses has been threatening to pull you under. So you let the waves of grief crash over you, knowing full well your husband will never let go, will never let it swallow you whole. Because he loves you too much to let it take you from him.

He keeps you fastened to the sanctuary of his chest as his steady hand strokes your hair and cradles your head. With his lips pressed to your temple he says nothing at all. Even as you ball the back of his t-shirt in your fists, he doesn't tell you everything's going to be okay. Not yet. He doesn't shush you or offer you any words of comfort. He just holds you without negating anything you're feeling.

Several moments pass and all you can do is cling to Daichi for dear life as tears burn their way across your face, your skin saturated with hours of grief. But little by little, your tears are soaked up by the soft cotton of his shirt just as his mere presence dulls the pain and absorbs the ache.

"It's okay to fall apart, baby," he finally murmurs against your hair. "I'll help you pick up the pieces every time."

"What if we can't find all the pieces? What if they're too broken?" you whimper.

"Then I'll help you make new ones," he promises.

sorry for not tagging anyone. this is personal so ig it would feel disingenuous in a way?

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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the LONG overdue 11th chapter of "redefining" is almost done 👉🏼👈🏼 it should be ready to post tomorrow night at the latest...

#king daddy daichi 👑#nothing too special just a quick lil update #redefining #i love this fic with all my heart y'all #i'm so honored that so many of you followed it through the first 10 chapters #and i'm so sorry for the long gap between chapters 10 and 11 #it has weighed on my mind so much over the months #this will be the first series i've ever started that I WILL FINISH #it's so precious to me 🥺

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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uhhh hi so it's been a while...again *laughs nervously* but there's NO WAY on this gods-forsaken planet i'm gonna let today get away without at least popping in to wish daichi - my love, my cherished, my fave comfort f/o, my KING DADDY - a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💝

i wanna write smth for him but what??? feel free to send me some ideas, headcanons, prompts, or to just scream with me about daichi. i thought about doing another '31 days of daichi' and i'm honestly sad that i didn't, but i was already so overwhelmed and busy i was afraid i wouldn't have been able to handle it...and i was probably right, unfortunately. i had SO MUCH FUN doing the event last year though and it felt nice to be able to do something so special for daichi! 💗

i'll get something out today, even if it's just a lil drabble. i've been itching to write for him so i made the time to do something for him today, even if it's not a whole lot. LISTEN daichi is precious to me, i love him endlessly, he's my home bc no matter how many other charas i simp for, i always come back to him 💙

#king daddy daichi 👑#poking my head out of my chaotic life to celebrate my husband's birthday #WHAT SHOULD I WRITE??#fluff? smut? both?#RAHHHHH i've missed this blog so much i love it it's my babie

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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↣ title: of and for gods - chapter v ৹ { chapter iv ৹ chapter vi }

↣ pairing: sex god!daichi sawamura x f!mortal!reader

↣ wc: 2k

↣ warnings: nsfw, mdni, voyeurism/exhibitionism, oral sex (m. rcv'ing), jealousy, angst, reader slaps daichi, dry humping

↣ notes: *rubs hands together* i hope y'all are ready bc things are about to heat the fuck up, loosely inspired by eros (and psyche, incidentally); if you'd like to be tagged in future installments, slide into my dms or ask box.

↣ beta reader: @chaoskrakenuwu, wife of Ryu, god of chaos

↣ tagging: @briokayama @yuujispinkhair @lanaxians-2 @crystal-lilac

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It had been nearly a week since you last saw Daichi, the longest you’d gone without seeing him since meeting him over a month ago. You knew he was avoiding you, but you hadn’t exactly been seeking him out either.

You hated that you missed him. You wished you could say that the pain had diminished, but it hadn’t. You wished you could say that you didn’t feel anything for him at all, but that would be a lie as well. How long would it take to dull the ache in your heart?

You’d just finished sweeping in the east sitting room and your path through the gallery led you right outside Daichi’s quarters. Keeping your head down, you hurried through the corridor. You began to hear unfamiliar noises, your feet carrying you toward the sounds with every passing step. You slowed your gait, listening intently trying to decipher what the hell the strange noises were. As you approached a door, it became clear that the sounds were coming from the other side. Your curiosity got the best of you and the corridor was otherwise deserted given the late hour so you hazarded a peek inside. What you saw made your throat plummet to your toes and your jaw go slack.

Daichi was standing with his back against a wall, head rolled back and mouth hanging open. There was a naked woman with long blonde hair on her knees in front of him, holding onto his naked thighs as she bobbed and gagged and hummed around him. Presumably so anyway, since her back was turned.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away as you watched this unknown woman pleasure the god of sex. Another one of his concubines, you figured. Your heart cracked in your throat and when Daichi’s gravelly moan escaped his parted lips, you bit the back of your hand to stifle the painful gasp that nearly gave you away.

You were so distracted by her languid movements and the muffled gurgling sounds in her throat that you didn’t know Daichi had opened his eyes to find you standing there.

When you eventually looked up at him again his lust blown eyes were trained on you. You expected him to say something; to chastise you for violating his privacy, to try and hide what was happening or otherwise show some modicum of modesty, but instead he licked his lips as they curled into a wicked smile.

He was daring you, brown eyes boring into you with an inviting gaze that seemed to say this could be you. Your core sent a dull ache through your loins, and you were suddenly reminded of the rumor that his gaze alone could bring a woman to orgasm. You wanted to look away, but liquid heat was pooling between your thighs and your walls pulsed as if calling to him. One after another until your clit throbbed slow and steady in time with the rhythm of the wet tugs on his cock. Biting his bottom lip, he groaned and raked his fingers through her hair. His heavy-lidded eyes remained locked on yours as he praised her for taking him down her throat so well.

How cruel.

A furious storm of jealousy, desire, and heartache swirled in your tear-pricked eyes. You wanted to run away, to escape the torturous scene before you, but the paralyzing anguish - as well as the sensation of having your clit sucked - kept you bolted in place. Even as anger coursed through your veins and your nails bit into your closed fists, you wanted to be the one on your knees with your mouth stuffed with Daichi’s cock. But what could you do? You were the one who had rejected him when you knew what was on offer.

It could be you.

All you had to do was give him the word, to reach out and take what he was burning to give you. But you’d pushed him away and now it was as though he was punishing you for it; taunting you with this display, this demonstration of what you were giving up. Gods, you wanted to taste him. Just once. To have your face between his legs, lustfully gazing into the god’s dark eyes as his musk envelops you until it fills your pores and soaks into your skin.

Daichi’s eyes were losing focus, heavy lids trying to stay open as he panted. “Fuck yeah, just like that. You wanna feel my thick spend against your throat, don’t you?”

The blonde hummed, but he wasn’t talking to her.

It was too much, the intensity jolting your body to finally move. You hurried back to your post, mind and heart reeling at what had just happened.

At what could happen.

Never before had your choices been so clearly laid before you. There were no blurred lines. From that very first night at the tavern, back before your village was burned to the ground, when Daichi first touched your shaking hands you knew what he wanted. He’d made it known to you what your options were, specifically with regards to finding refuge at his estate. He’d been nothing but honest and open in the most graceful ways. How was he able to do that? To tell you that he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you without uttering a single word? You could almost feel him.

Other times, you’d forget that he was the prodigious god of sex. His movements, the timbre of his voice, the way he would sometimes nervously rub the back of his neck while speaking to you. He seemed so…mortal. So human.

You laid awake half the night coming to terms with the uncomfortable fact that you wanted Daichi - needed him - and that giving yourself over to his harem was the only way you could have him, to be close to him. To feel the warm touch of his rough fingers across your bare skin. To feel the full weight of him pushing between your legs. You needed Daichi’s firm, searing touch as much as you needed air to breathe.

Daichi and Ryu, the god of chaos, were just wrapping up a discussion about an upcoming event they’d been planning to co-host when you entered the room to clean. You went about your task as quietly as possible so as not to disturb them. It was part of a servant’s job to make themselves next to invisible when in the presence of their Lord or his guests.

Ryu took notice of you and licked his lips at the way the long, pleated skirt of your simple dress swayed with your hips as you moved quietly about.

“Say, Daichi. What would it take for me to take that pretty, young thing off your hands? She’d make for a delectable addition to my harem.”

Your eyes widened, but you kept your back turned to them.

“What do you have to offer?” Daichi responded thoughtfully, though his blood boiled. Ryu would take you as a concubine over his dead body.

You were so livid that you only caught bits and pieces of their remaining conversation. The god of chaos said something along the lines of letting the god of sex have a turn with you; the latter responded with something about taking it into consideration.

“I’m surprised you haven’t taken that one for yourself,” the god of chaos jeered.

“I’ve already got my hands full with the ones I have,” Daichi lied.

“I’ll never understand how the virile god of fucking could ever have too many girls to fuck,” Ryu chortled, shaking his head.

Bile rose to your throat as Daichi walked with his guest to see him out. He’d just closed the door behind the other deity when he turned around only to be greeted with a sharp slap across his face, hard enough to turn his head.

Daichi’s hand covered his cheek, his brow stitched with shock and anger as he opened his mouth. Had it been anyone other than you, their execution would already be scheduled.

“How could you?” you spat before he could speak. “You sing your own praises about saving my life and caring for me only to use me as a cheap bargaining chip?” Even the tears that welled up in your eyes couldn’t put out the blazing fire that burned within them.

Daichi’s jaw muscles flexed. “What the fuck do you care? Last time I checked it didn’t seem to make a damn difference to you what I’ve done or how I feel for you!” he gritted back, still rubbing your latent hand mark into his stinging skin.

Your fists were balled at your sides. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to punch him, kiss him, or both. “Why the hell does that matter? If your concern for me is genuine it wouldn’t be contingent upon whether or not I care!”

“You’ve got some nerve slapping me like that!”

“You deserved that! I should probably kick you in the balls too!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You wouldn’t,” he sneered, his hands moving closer to that area just in case.

“You don’t know that! You have no idea as to the things I would do to you!”

His eyebrows raised as the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“And wipe that perverted smirk off your face before I slap it off.”

“I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.”

You snarled at him as you swung your arm around but he easily caught your wrist and pulled you hard against his chest as his lips crashed down onto yours.

A pitiful whimper escaped your throat as you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him deeper as his hot tongue dominated your mouth. His hands found your hips and urged you backwards, his body weight pushing your back down against the massive mahogany table behind you. Ink wells and parchment were pushed aside as the god of sex leaned over you, brow knitted in determination as your tongues swirled and pushed and licked each other.

“You liked what you saw the other night, didn’t you?” he rasped, his tongue tracing a dangerous line across your collarbone. “You want to get on your knees for me and taste me like that, yeah? Just as I want to taste you. You could, you know?” he beckoned, overwhelming you with his silken voice, his tempting words, his intoxicating scent, his divine touch.

“D-Daich-“ Your breath caught in your throat before you could get his name out. You were burning up all over, pawing at his chest, twisting linen between your trembling fingers. “Th-that would mean -mm- consorting with your h-harem.”

“That’s right,” he soothed, kissing the tiny space below your earlobe. “And why not, hm? Allow yourself to taste the fruit. Let me have you. Let me take you like you’ve wanted me to since the night we met.” You clenched his hips between your trembling thighs as you left a trail of breathy kisses along his strong jawline. “Give yourself to me, (y/n), and I’ll give you pleasure like no one else could even dream of,” he promised, his baritone voice trickling down your spine like warm honey.

Daichi hiked the hem of your skirt up around your creamy thighs when you felt his hardening shape press against the flesh there. You moaned in his mouth and tugged on a fistful of his dark brown hair as he rolled his languid hips against you.

“Fuck, (y/n),” he panted, feeling your moist heat seep through his chiton. “Would that I could take you right here, right now.”

“I want you, Daichi. Need you,” you whined, legs wrapping around his waist.

”Can’t. Not like this,” he lamented, thick fingers gripping your naked flesh.

“I want in,” you breathed.

He pulled back enough to look into your eyes, silently gauging your resolve.

“The harem. I need you so bad, it hurts, Daichi. I’ll do anything.” Your pleading eyes searched his. “Please, Daichi? I want in.”

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