#tw.daddy

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ KUNIGAMI ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else - he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he’s aware he’s big and would rather make sure you’re definitely comfortable with him before anything - when he notices you’re getting real fidgety he’ll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste - definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps - when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that’s probably his favorite sight - he’s big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest - and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth - you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours - and he’ll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth - he’s obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls

“shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. “you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- are you sure you want to suck him off he’ll abuse your poor throat no mercy… but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask - knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out - and as soon as you do he’s rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room - there’s really no going slow, he’ll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out - you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him - fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg - eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge - no matter how many times you beg him ‘ryusei, ryu, please’, you’re not coming until he cums first - he’s not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3 - but you’re most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches

“just a little more, a little more, pet- that’s it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- the only reason you didn’t immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that - he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else - he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you - definitely fantasizes a lot about how you’ll look taking his cock, that’s probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos - so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can’t help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face - lets you do most of the work, he’ll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he’s much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head - kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already - so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can’t help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again - he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well - he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive

“ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing.” he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. “you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- it’s hard for me to believe you’re not already sucking this man’s cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you’ve been taking it slow - would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail - if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he’d suggest you suck his cock - loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there’s just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together - licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too - will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth - the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it’s hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper - his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly - would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you’re 69ing he’ll push your face down between his legs more until you’re nosing his balls - will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you’re getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you’re used to it

The shower water is hot, running in thick, gentle beads down the shape of Nanami’s body. He stares at the drain, watching the water swirl as it pours down, shampoo running off his form to join the liquid on the floor. It catches on the ridges of his body, dipping down and over the hard lines of his abs and he watches his chest heave. 

Nanami has never particularly wanted anything, never wanted something so bad that he throws his entire person behind it. He’s by the books, a good man who, at nearly 30, is still unmarried. Nanami works as a professor at your university teaching a class on ancient Sanskrit. It’s technically a linguistics course, but Nanami has a Doctorate in Ancient World Societies and as a result, is well-qualified to teach it. 

He has never thought about a student in any manner outside of academics until he met you. He’s not exactly sure what it is about you, but you stay after to ask him questions that are meant to be answered by your TA and Nanami never has the willpower to turn you away. You’re studious, well-immersed in your studies, and from the quality of your assignments, he can tell you work hard. He admires that about you. How, despite your numerous questions, you’re always eager to do better, apologizing to him when you don’t. 

You’re pretty, really pretty, with a glittering smile to boot and wide, innocent eyes. You’re a bit frazzled, but what college student isn’t, especially taking a course like Sanskrit. And you’re popular with your classmates. Nanami can see the way they drool over you, offering a little more help than is necessary. It makes you all the more tempting. Everything about you is tempting to Nanami, your clothes, the way you clutch your books to your chest, and the innocent way you drawl out professor like it’s a term of endearment. 

Over the course of the quarter, you and Nanami have formed an uneasy friendship. It’s something between pleasure and profession but never crosses the boundary into one or the other. It’s simply you, Nanami, your studies, and the tension that consistently lays thick between you both. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe Nanami is simply a secret pervert pining after his young, 20-something student. 

Either way, he definitely feels like a pervert now, watching the way his heavy cock begins to stir between his legs as soon as you cross his mind. Everything is wet and slippery, shampoo and body wash still clinging to the skin he hasn’t scrubbed it free of and his chest heaves with the rising feeling of his desire. Nanami’s skin burns hot thinking about you, about how soft your fingers feel when they brush by his or the way your saccharine-sweet voice chimes out his surname along with the powerful prefix of doctor. 

Yeah, Nanami is a doctor of history. He’s worked hard to get where he is and currently, Nanami is a doctor of history with a cock that throbs for his student. It makes him feel disgusting, shameful almost, and he tries to ignore it as he runs his hands over his soaked blonde hair, hot water hitting his face. 

He can feel the steam of the shower in his lungs and even the sound of the faucet running doesn’t drown out the way he can still hear you calling him in his mind. Professor, mind if I stay behind a moment to go over this? Dr. Nanami, I need some help. Teach me. 

Nanami wonders what other words sound good coming out of your mouth, if your voice sounds just as sweet when it’s muffled by his cock or fingers. He tries not to let his mind wander, but it’s futile. You are so enticing to him. Nanami wonders if you’d call him daddy or sir. If you’d spread your legs to reveal a pretty pussy that’s soaking wet all for him. He wonders if, under your skirts, you’re hiding slick that collects between your thighs. 

Slowly, his hand finds his cock, wrapping thick fingers around the twitching length. Nanami stifles a groan. God, he’s 28 years old and you’ve got him groaning into his fist while he touches himself in the shower. Fucking pitiful. 

His chest heaves as he debates what he’s doing, abs moving up and down with each shaky breath. In his fist, he can see the angry red tip of his cock, twitching against his palm before he slides his hand up and then down. 

Everything is heightened when he’s thinking of you, he’s already reeling from the sensation, head spinning as you flood his thoughts, as his cock grows harder under his slow and steady ministrations. Nanami swipes his thumb over the tip, the water that’s running off his arm trickling onto it. He gasps, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

He goes slow like this for a while, long and languid strokes of his cock in a semi-tight grip, just trying to imagine that, with the hot water, it’s finding refuge in the warmth of your sweet cunt. Nanami imagines that you’re there with him, on your knees in front of him, kissing his feet and working your way up his leg. 

In his mind’s eye, he sees and feels your lips against his legs, biting at the flesh as you work your way up. He wants to watch you like this, biting at him, trembling with desire as he fists his cock. Nanami can feel the press of your hands on his thighs, imagining that you’re kissing your way up his body, biting at the skin and licking along the ridges of his muscles. He wants to feel you walk behind him, running your hands down the expanse of his chest, mumbling about how you want him to cum into his hand. Asking him if it feels good into the taut muscle of his shoulder. 

Nanami tightens his grip on his cock, grunting as he closes his eyes. 

Does it feel good, professor? He imagines your lips on his neck. 

“Yeah.” He sighs out, tilting his head back to feel the water hit his forehead. 

Nanami reaches down with his other hand and cups his balls, fingers rolling on the underside of them as he lets out a slightly strangled moan, hand moving faster up and down his length. He can hear it now, the way his hand squelches over his cock, the sound of his balls muffled by his palm. His body hums with the feeling of it, toes flexing against the shower floor. 

He’s not particularly quiet, not that he could be when he’s imagining you, groaning and grunting in heavy breaths as he picks up the pace of his fist. Nanami removes his hand from his balls with a grunt, too close to cumming as he stills. He wants to enjoy whatever moment this is. One where he can abandon his guilt over imagining his student and instead feel the burn of his almost-orgasm slipping away from him. 

He braces himself against the wall with one arm, hand still fisted around his cock, unmoving as he tries to picture what it would look like if he spread you out on his desk. How would your cunt look with Nanami’s fingers stuffed in it? Would they make you cry? Would you beg your professor—no, your daddy—for more? Nanami begins to move his fist again. 

“Oh, fuck.” He breathes out, his pace faster this time than before. 

Nanami’s fingers curl against the shower tile that he braces himself against, twitching each time he rolls his fist over the throbbing head of his cock. He wants to make you writhe, make you cry for your professor. 

He imagines that he’s got you pinned up against the shower wall, cock buried to the hilt in your pretty pussy while he presses a large palm to your forehead, holding your head against the tile. Look at me while I fuck you, he wants to tell you, and he wants you to whine his name between your sweet moans. 

Nanami’s blonde hair falls in wet strings in front of his face now, head angled towards his fist as he goes between closed eyes and ones open with the desire to see what he does to himself, what you do to him. It’s filthy, the things he imagines doing to you. Making you cry from overstimulation. Would he fit inside of you? Would you bleed? Are you a virgin? These are all questions that go in and out of his mind and between them all, he imagines you’re still behind him, moaning in time with him. 

In his mind, when he moans, you moan, eager to see the pleasure he gives himself to the thought of you. Nanami wants to be watched, he wants you to see your professor touch himself to you, wants to feel you bite his neck and then mumble me next, sir. 

He’s getting close again, muscles of his back flexing each time he pumps his length with a tightly gripped fist. Nanami’s going to cum. He’s going to cum so fucking hard for you right now, deep moans emanating from the back of his throat. 

He can hardly feel the shower water now, instead focused on the way his lower gut burns, on the way his balls begin to tighten with his imminent release. Nanami wants to find it in your cunt, but instead, he imagines you begging from behind him to finish, begging to let you lick it off his hand after. 

It’s building, coil winding tight in his body. He feels his muscles growing tense, desperate heaves of his chest as he climbs higher and higher. 

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Shit.” He doesn’t know who he’s talking to, but he moans out the words nonetheless. 

When Nanami cums, he throws his head back with a guttural groan, deep and raspy as he fucks his hips into his fist. It comes out in spurts, thick and white, mixing with the water on his hand. He’s seeing white, body tense as he spills into his palm, spreading it down his cock because he doesn’t need to worry about the mess. He can make one if he wants. Though it will take more than his dove bar soap to wash him of his perverseness. 

Nanami stays there like that for a moment, relishing in the aftershock of his orgasm. He watches the way cum coats his finger, how his cock twitches when he lets it go. His chest heaves and his head spins, taking in a deep breath before turning to rinse his hand under the water, watching his cum fall away and wishing you were there to give it to. 

He’s not sure how he’s going to face you in your next class. You always sit upfront and it’s never been a problem, but he’s sure now that this perversion won’t go away. As a turns off the water, he worries that the next time you come to ask for help, eyes wide and curious, he’ll give away just how much he wants you. 

How unprofessional.

Osamu has a big house just outside the city, he keeps you locked away waiting for you to break and behave. He's a patient man and is more than happy to fuck that attitude out of you. Whether it be your throat, your cunt, or your ass he'll fuck the attitude out of you and break you to be his pretty little wife. Although you are a stubborn one, always fighting him and mouthing sharp jabs when you see him. None of his friends and family are aware that you are there, not you're the girl that went missing months and months ago. Except for Atsumu. Atsumu knows everything when it comes to his twin, they're a little too close for normal twins. And you always always hate it when he comes over, able to hear them upstairs in the kitchen as they get more intoxicated through the night.

Atsumu is always the loudest talking about the team he's coaching now that he's retired, after a while it gets quiet before the door to the basement opens and Osamu is leading a drunk Atsumu to you. Like a mouse trapped in a cage you learned long ago that you can't run or plead with Atsumu unlike Osamu who has gotten a bit softer with you over the years of being forced to be with him. Atsumu has a tendency to be cruel when he's drunk, deciding to behave scared of what Tsumu might do to you sitting obediently on your knees, hands in your lap. You hold back a whimper when you see samu sit in the large armchair nursing a beer, knowing that when he does this he's gonna let Atsumu do whatever he wants. Stealing a look to Osamu again he gives a wave of his hand, motioning to Atsumu and for you to pay attention to him. Turning back to the blond you whimper at his cruel smile as his fingers slowly tangle in your hair.

His grip turns harsh and shoves your face into his crotch making you rub your cheek against his half hard cock, you hear him mention how it's a shame that you aren't his cause he'd at least have you tied to a bed instead of a dirty basement. His words fall on deaf ears as you focus on anything but his cock hardening against your cheek. Osamu clears his throat warning you to behave, swallowing hard you look up at Atsumu who looks back with a look of expectation. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and take Atsumus now hard cock in your mouth. You always took too long for Atsumu's liking so he opts to shove his cock all the way down your throat causing your eyes to go wide and tears to form. He grunts out for you to keep his eyes on him and starts to roughly fuck your throat like he would your cunt or ass.

Tears fall as you focus on breathing, listening obediently to his instructions to keep your eyes on him. You're thankful Atsumu’s cock is more sensitive and not as thick as Osamu’s, he cums quickly throwing his head back with a loud moan of your name. You try to swallow his cum but you're sent into a coughing fit, saliva and cum spilling out of your mouth and onto your hands and lap, the feeling of humiliation and shame weighs heavy on your body when you hear Atsumu drunkenly laugh at you. You start crying, the humiliation of being laughed at by Atsumu is too much, Osamu steps in smacking Atsumu in the back of the head. He pulls a cloth from his back pocket wiping you down, he stares at you for a long moment before taking the keys at his belt and undoing the chain on your ankle. Swiftly picking you up and barking at Atsumu to follow him.

Atsumu grumbles curse after curse while he follows his twin upstairs grabbing another beer in the kitchen, you watch Osamu whose face has always been unreadable to you but opt to curl in to make yourself as small as possible sniffling and hiccuping but trying to stay quiet. Osamu looks down at you, furrowing his brows as you try to be as small and quiet as possible. He drops you on his bed snatching the beer from Atsumu and drinking it for himself, Atsumu yells at his brother before grumbling back to the kitchen for another. You hug your legs to your chest looking down but out of your peripheral you can see Osamu standing in front of you finishing it himself and setting it on his night stand. Suddenly he's in your face and making you lay back down on the bed, arms caging you in. Your trembling, being upstairs is new and you can't read his face. Without looking from your face he takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, the other gently wrapping one of your legs around his waist before kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.

His gentleness is something that you've hardly ever seen, swallowing nervously at this new feeling even the bed underneath you is so new and much softer than yours. He can see the confusion in your eyes but when he moves to kiss you, his interrupted by Atsumu pulling at his shoulder complaining about how tonight is his night with the toy. Osamus eyebrow twitches at his twin, turning to glare at Atsumu he speaks low. "Sit down and shut yer trap she belongs to me." Atsumu pouts but listens anyway huffing as he moves to sit in the living room slamming the door behind him. Your confusion only increases but now you have Osamu's sole attention. With Osamu staring at you so intensely, you don't realize you started crying until he shushes you and wipes away your tears, cupping your cheek he leans down to kiss the other side of your cheek and down your jaw. You whimper, closing your eyes tightly still scared of when he might do, you hear Samu curse under his breath before he turns your face to him and gives you a heated kiss.

A part of you hate how soft his lips feel and how his tongue alone is making your body heat up but you know you can't help it, body quivering in his hold. Pulling away he whispers a soft "Look at me princess." Your eyes widen he's never used a sweet name for you, only harsh words when you act up, hesitating you look up at him body still trembling in his hold. His face is still unreadable as his thumb strokes the stray tears from your cheek. You can smell the alcohol on his breath but he tells you praises you've never heard before, promises of the life he dreams for you both and the sweetness makes your stomach twist because in another world, maybe you could have this life with such an admittedly handsome man. It becomes too much, you squirm under him tears back full force. His eyebrow twitches as he asks what's your problem, glaring at him you spill everything how he's gotten you terrified how he lets his brother be so cruel you've been down in the basement for who knows how long and all he's done is torment you and use your body.

Osamu frowns at your outbursts after he just spilled his heart to you and when you feel the grip on your wrists tighten in warning, it only makes you want to fight against him squirming and thrashing. It all comes to a hard stop when Osamu lifts himself up away from you and lands a harsh slap across your cheek. You stop moving, tasting iron on your tongue. All you can do is lay there and cry under him, it's quiet for a while as he stares down at you. You whimper out a small I'm sorry, he lets go of your wrists and picks you up again. You don't fight, just hide your face and cry in your hands, he tosses you on the couch by Atsumu waving for him to have at it while he goes back to his room. You cry out that you're sorry, scrambling off the couch to beg Osamu to take you away from Atsumu but the blonde grabs your ankle making you trip on the floor, his heavier body landing on top of yours and pinning you down. You're shaking and drop your head knowing you've messed up and won't get out of this, body pliant as Atsumu flips you over mocking you for the bruise on your cheek.

Just to add emphasis, he drags his tongue across your bruised cheek then bites down harshly on the skin, hips rutting against yours and hands pushing up the ratty shirt you were given to wear. You cry out but don't fight him, instead spreading your legs for him hoping to get this over with soon. He leans close to your face, smelling the alcohol on his breath you grimace as he smile telling you to be a good slut and take it. He reaches between your body's freeing his cock from his sweats, ripping your panties from your body he shoves himself in your cunt without warning or prep. Your screams echo through the house, unable to help your nails digging into Atsumus arms, heavy thrusts the feel bruising on your hips and his cock battering your cunt. When his hand wraps around your throat you pray to anything and anyone that's listening for this to end quickly and thanks to him being so drunk your wish is answered. He cums quickly and it seems to have exhausted him, pulling out and pulling up his sweats he collapses on the couch leaving you a mess on the floor. You close your knees and put your face in your hands and cry quietly, body and face sore.

You don't know when you fell asleep but next you wake up you're back into the basement, ankle chain back in place and a bowl of cold rice and miso soup on a tray next to the bed. You drag your sore dirty body to start eating the food but you end up crying while you eat, knowing that this is just bound to repeat again. You lose your appetite and put your bowl down, bringing your knees to your chest you just hold yourself and cry. Thinking of what Osamu said last night your mind wanders to what might have been if everything played out differently. It would be a few days before Osamu made his way down to the basement holding a tray of food for you and set it down in front of him on the floor before sitting down in the chair, you not moving from the bed, in fear of angering him again. He has another beer in his hands watching you, his free hand snapping his fingers pointing to the spot in front of him. Hesitantly you crawl to where he wants you, sitting on your knees with your head down.

He gives you the command to eat knowing that you've been barely eating what he gives you or not eating at all, you listen slowly picking at the bowl of rice but pause when you hear him sigh and lean forward to harshly grab your hair making you look at him "I hate people who waste my food, so fucking eat." Your lip trembles but you whimper out a yes sir, putting the bowl of rice down to pick up the bowl of chicken and veggies he brought down. Taking a bite you look up at him as he stares down at you with cold eyes. He leans back in his chair sipping his beer and watching you eat until the dishes are clear, you even going so far as to eat the stray grains of rice in the bowl. When his beer is finished, he pulls out a black leather collar. The simple command of "behave" has you lifting up your head to let him put it snugly around your neck. When he sits back you bring your fingers up to touch the collar feeling the cool leather and small ring on the front. You look at him wide eyed, he leans forward twisting his finger in the ring and bring your face close to his. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave this basement. Fuck it up again and I'll give to Tsumu permanently."

Just the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you tell him that you're sorry, that you'll behave which he scoffs at. Letting go of the ring, he rests his hand on his thigh telling you to prove it, looking at you expectantly. Swallowing, you lean forward to pull out his soft cock from his pants and look up at him when you take it into your mouth. Gently sucking on the head and small licks to get him hard are given along the shaft, Osamu spreads his legs allowing you more room now that he's fully hard. Thick and heavy on your tongue you work your way down taking as much of him as you can before bobbing your head. His fingers thread through your hair and you feel him pushing your head down forcing you to take his cock all the way then bring you back up, taking the hint, you struggle to take all of him down and eventually relax your throat enough to deep throat him smoothly. You swallow his cock till your nose is buried in the thick black pubes at the base, lavishing the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue before pulling back up. Tears fall but you ignore them in favor of pleasing the man in front you.

You managed to finally get a groan out of him, hearing him say "That's it, good girl" it's enough to have you pushing through and taking him down your throat again, moving up and down his cock faster. Your hands come up and knead his heavy balls, hollowing your cheeks you apply more pressure with your tongue sucking on the fathead. He tosses his head back, hips thrusting into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightens but he doesn't stop you or force you down letting you work his cock with your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base you pump his cock squeezing the head every so often while moving your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth, feeling just how big and heavy they are on your tongue. He's panting, a small sign telling you he's getting close. You switch sides and take the other in your mouth giving it the same attention, hand picking up pace smearing precum over his length. You hear him start to talk with a rough tug on your hair, "Come on now princess, daddy's gonna cum be good and swallow all of it."

His words makes your cunt clench but you ignore it taking his cock back in your mouth, sucking on the head rhythmically as one hand strokes his cock faster and the others squeeze his balls. His hips start bucking more and he uses both hands to to hold your hair as he cums down your throat, thick warm cum filling your mouth quickly as you try to swallow it all. You close your eyes tightly focusing on being good and not wanting to be punished, when he slips his softening cock out a little drips out of your mouth. Quickly swiping it up with your fingers you stick them in your mouth and clean them off as Osamu gently grips your chin making you look up at him. You stare up at him and open your mouth, going the extra step to show him that you swallowed all of his cum, getting him to smile "That's my good princess" putting himself away he unlocks your ankle chain and hooks a different chain in the ring of your collar, tugging you to follow him upstairs. You follow a couple steps behind on shaky legs, eye squinting at the sudden bright light. He leads you to his bedroom, looking around you don't see Atsumu anywhere but don't dare ask Osamu where he might be. Once in his room he leads you to the ensuite bathroom and unhooks the chain, picking you up he sets you on the counter he orders you to stay as he starts a bath.

You stare down at your lap playing with the hem of the dirty shirt you wore until the tub is filled up and he comes back over to you. With ease he takes off the shirt tossing it into the trash and sets you in the soapy bath water, it's hot and makes you hiss but after not having one in who knows how many days you quickly adapt to it. Osamu kneels next to the tub, tipping your head back as he wets your hair, it's quiet as he washes you taking his time and making sure you're clean. You still can't read his face but look at him when he gently takes your face in one hand, thumb stroking over the bruise he'd left. You flinch when he touches your bruised cheek and look down into the dirty water, tears brimming your eyes when you realize all that was taken from you in a brief moment. You hear him sigh and empty the dirty water turning on the detachable shower head and having you stand so he can rinse your body.

The quiet returns though this time it feels suffocating, once you've been rinsed clean he grabs a soft towel wrapping it around you. Picking you up he carries you to his bed gently setting you down so he can dry you off, hands never rough when it comes to your face he gently pats your cheek before leaning down kissing the bruise softly as not to hurt you. You sniffle, letting him do as he needs to take care of you but yelling at yourself at the warmth you feel from being cleaned up like this. He's careful when putting body lotion on you, pausing when he notices how warm it is between your legs but not acting on it, instead dressing you in another clean shirt and panties that he bought specifically for you. You sit on his bed looking at your lap as he stands in front of you, tears beading your lashes as you remember the last time you were here. He slowly steps closer, large hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your hips, he nudges your face with his urging you to look at him. "Let's try this again, yea?"

You slowly nod letting him push your body back onto the mattress and crowd over you, placing soft kisses along your cheeks and jaw and his hand lift up your legs to wrap around his waist to press your groin's together. You whimper feeling his half hard cock press against your cunt, hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck holding him close. He whispers praises at your small display of trust, coming up and pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your legs squeeze his hips, starting to roll yours against his as his hands slide under the shirt to rub your sides and tease right under your breasts, his tongue muffling your whines "You like being called a good girl princess?" He whispers against your lips when he pulls back, smirking. The kiss leaves you panting but you nod whispering a meek yes, he captures you in another kiss groaning when he feels you kissing him back. He gives a small roll of his hips causing you to gasp, slipping his tongue back in your mouth he takes his time exploring and claiming you as his.

He can feel how wet your cunt is starting to get through the thin panties he put on you, dampening the front of his sweats as he grinds down harder. you start to pull at his shirt needing more. He doesn't chastise you instead pulling away enough to take his shirt off, body not sculpted as when he was younger tummy a bit soft but shoulders wide and arms strong. Crawling back over you he slips the shirt he put on you over your tits large hands massaging the mounds as his thumbs roll over your nipples. You leave your hands by your head to remain submissive, letting out soft moans his everytime his finger pinch your nipples and you hips buck up against his. You beg for more already a soft please daddy slipping through and making his cock throb. He shushes your whines telling you to be patient and he'll make you feel good, you whine but nod spreading your legs over his thighs you present your soaked panties to him in hopes he'll touch you where you need it most.

He smiles down at you, hands sliding down your inner thighs to your mound, thumbs running along the lips barely brushing against your clit through your panties. He's pleased seeing you so obedient under him, you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You can't remember the last time you've been played with like this but you remind yourself to be good, grasping your own breasts you squeeze them and give your best puppy eyes whimpering out a please daddy I need you. "Does my little princess need her daddy?" A grin creeps up on his face, fingers tapping on your clit until you let out a cry for him. He grabs the hem of your panties and rips them in 2 displaying his raw strength and making you whimpering with arousal and a little in fear. He smiles down at you telling you "Don't worry princess daddy's not gonna hurt you anymore." He shuffles his was down between your legs tossing them over his strong shoulders, he licks a long stripe over your soaked folds before circling your clit with his tongue. Immediately your back arches off the bed and your hands fly to grab his hair, moaning out before you could try to hold it back. It's almost like the more he tastes you, the more ferocious he begins to move hands digging into your plush thighs.

In all the time he's had you he hasn't gotten to taste you, you've been too much of a brat for him to get the chance. But seeing you like this moaning for him and tugging his hair makes him feral, fingers dig into your thighs most likely leaving bruises as he fucks you open on his tongue. You can hear him slurping over your cunt and sucking harshly on your clit drinking like a man starved of water not caring how your squirming hips are smearing your slick all over the lower half of his face. You barely register your approaching orgasm before you're tossed over the edge, pulling his hair tightly as you ride the waves. He takes it, drinking in everything you give him. When the waves have stopped he finally pulls away and sits back on his knees, pupils blown wide he watches the rise as fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Wiping his face with his fingers he prods them against your lips letting out a pleased hum when you open your mouth and gently suck on his fingers tasting yourself. He wants to savor this moment but his hard cock is making it very difficult, it being a good while since he's wanted to cum twice in one night. He tugs off his sweats and underwear quickly lining himself up while you're still recovering, grabbing your hands and putting them over his shoulder he starts to push in, the slide much easier than before with how wet you are now.

Your back arches off the bed, you're still so sensitive and the stretch even prepped is so much. He pushes until he's fully seated then pauses letting you adjust, "Fuck princess keep squeezing like that and I won't last." After a minute you try and roll your hips causing both of you to moan, he gets the hint setting a slow deep pace wanting you to feel all of him. This feels so much better than the times the other times he would force himself on you, tears already blurring your vision, eyes rolling back and nails digging into his skin. Osamu starts marking your neck with love bites groaning and picking up the pace loving how you're falling apart under him. He finds your sweet spot, changing his angle just enough to constantly hit it. Your moans turn to cries of daddy as it becomes too much, another orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling your walls squeeze around him from your impending orgasm makes his balls ache with need, he needs to fill you up stuff you full of his cum. When your orgam’s hits all of your limbs squeeze around his body as yours seizes up, cunt tightening around his pulsing cock and it's not long before he's following behind filling you up to the brim that it's spilling over out of you and onto the bed. Overstimulation sets in quickly when he keeps pumping his hips, grinding down into you and milking himself of ever drop into your greedy cunt. Stuttering cries of daddy spill from trembling lips, tears of overstimulation bead at your lashes only to be kissed away by Osamu when he stills his hips. "So good for me, such a good princess for daddy." The words make up hiccup as you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like he'll leave if you don't. He notes you react well to praise and definitely isn't complaining having you cling to him.

He trails soft kisses along your chest and neck as you come down from your high, body slowly relaxing from such an intense orgasm and exhaustion setting in quickly. Slowly pulling out, he leans back when you lay back on the bed to watch his cum drip out of your used cunt, 3 thick fingers scooping up what he can and pushing it back into you making you twitch and whine. He chuckles low in his throat before leaning close to your ear, "Can't have it goin to waste princess." You whine, arms circling his neck when he picks you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up, while you're resting in a chair by his bed he changes the sheets and sets you in them before crawling in behind you. Pulling your exhausted body to his chest he rubs a warm hand over your tummy whispering the words he said of the life he wants with you as you fall asleep.

In the morning, it takes you a moment to remember where you are almost forgetting what it's like to sleep in a real bed, you have to tell yourself to be good over and over again when the memories of Osamu and the night before come flooding in and the soreness of last night sets in. The collar is sitting on the side table, you grab it and put it on. Samu isn't anywhere in the room, shyly and slowly walking to his closet you grab one of the tshirts he has from his shop. Slowly you make your way out of his room looking for Osamu and spot him in the kitchen, a quiet daddy comes from you causing the man to turn around. He turns around with a smile wiping his hand on a hand towel before stepping over to you, hand tracing over the collar before cupping your cheek "What are you doing up out of bed princess?" "I woke up and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went." He seemed pleased with that answer, to him seeing you behaving and looking for his presence means stepping forward to him never having to put you back in the basement. Tilting your chin up he pulls you in for a kiss, heated but sweet.

Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and picking you up to set you on the cold counter top and makes you whine when your bare cunt touches it. Before the kiss can escalate he pulls back telling you to be good and stay there while he turns back to finish cooking breakfast. You swing your legs lightly, fingers twisting together. You're not used to seeing him so sweet and now you don't know what to do, you watch him silently as he cooks. Your mind wonders seeing his arms flex as he moves, you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together as the memories from last night flood your mind. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. "Easy there princess, daddy will feed you soon" he smirks at you glancing over at your thighs and the finger shapes bruises he can see from where he gripped you last night. You hold back a whine and look down shyly a shiver going up your spine at the tone and indication of his words.

Your face flushes knowing you've been caught staring, you stare at your lap. Seeing the small bruises does nothing to aid the growing heat between your legs, you bite your lip and keep your head down waiting for breakfast to finish. He starts plating up the food to set on the table, making sure to give you a smaller portion than his so you don't upset your stomach then walks back over to you to pick you up and carry you to the table. He pauses just before the table, your cunt having quickly soaked a spot on his shirt. You hide your face in his neck, knowing he can feel how wet you are. "Princess, daddy needs you to tell him what you need and daddy needs to know now." You whimper his voice is strained, moving your face from his neck you grip his shirt tight and look up at him teary eyed. Osamu grips your chin in a firm grip, staring down at you expectantly to follow his command, making you nervous. You wiggle your hips begging for daddy to touch you and fill you up again, that you need his cock, he chuckles calling you a greedy little thing and slapping your ass cheek before 2 thick fingers toy around your slit.

You moan at his teasing, breakfast forgotten on the table he moves to sit on the couch. Keeping you in his lap he toys with your soaked hole, free hand encouraging you to move your hips. "Come on baby, be good and ride daddy's fingers yea?" Your grip on his shirt tightens as you start to rock your hips in a sloppy rhythm but Osamu is there cooing in your ear sweet praise that makes your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers prodding at the entrance enough to feel it though. Suddenly he pushes in 3 fingers which makes you gasp and almost cum on the spot from the stretch. Samu smiles seeing your struggle not to cum yet, he sees how much you want to be good for him. Your nails dig into strong shoulders through his shirt, panting as you try to calm your body enough to rock your hips. You moan feeling him pump his fingers in time with your rocking.

“Look at you, so good for daddy.” Praise and praise is given to you as you rock your hips in his fingers, it's not till you hiccup a “daddy please.” Does he ask again what it is you need, realizing he wants you to say it out loud again you swallow hard. “Want daddy to fill me with his cum.” He smiles taking his fingers out of your cunt and putting them in his mouth, lifting you up enough for him to slide his sweats down his thighs and grab your hips. “Are you ready princess?” When you nod he lines his cock up with your cunt before slamming you down, filling you completely. You scream, he feels deeper than last night. You're panting, gripping his shirt like you'd fade away if you didn't. He allows you to adjust, but you start moving your hips first. Slowly you grind your hips down causing him to tighten his grip on your hips. “Little one, don't start what you can't finish.” His tone is low and commanding as he warns you. You hiccup telling him “I just want you and no one else, not even Atsumu and I'm trying to show you that.”

He's surprised, eyes widening before he quickly recovers, shushing your cries. Standing he holds you to him, cock still buried snuggly in your cunt, shucks off his sweats completely And walks to the bedroom. Holding you close he lays you both down on the bed, cooing at you as he starts a slow steady pace fucking into you. He tells you Atsumu will never had his way with you again and your cunt is his to fill and his alone, sweet words continue even as you teach your peak fingers tangled in his hair as he works you through your orgasm, quickly leading you into another as he comes undone himself.

the jingle of his keys ring out from behind the door before the lock turns, door swinging open to reveal the tall, muscular man standing behind it. he notices you immediately, light brown eyes hungrily raking over your figure.

“baby…” he says lowly, “what’s this?”

you just smile, too embarrassed to say anything. instead, you extend the hand holding the end of the leash, offering it to him silently.

bokuto drops his gym bag to the side, stepping forward slowly before taking it from you. he just stares down at you for a moment, trying to collect his racing thoughts. the image before him is something from his wildest dreams. he’d always imagined scenarios similar to this when he was out at away games, on lonely nights alone in his hotel room thinking of you. he’d hoped to one day work up the courage to suggest giving it a shot, asking you to actually be his pretty little puppy.

he lets out a breath in the form of a short chuckle before finally speaking again, “you look so pretty, puppy. this all for me?”

you nod, the answer to the question so obvious that it makes you smile again. you quickly notice the growing tent in his sweats, eyes flicking up to his face then back to his bulge. bokuto notices and smirks, pulling lightly on the leash.

“let’s move to the bedroom, yeah?”

“mhm.” you hum and quickly jump to your feet. he connects your lips in a soft kiss before leading you to your shared bedroom excitedly, closing it behind you.

the next thing you know, you’re on your knees again with his cock shoved down your throat. tears threaten to spill past your lashes as the tip of bokuto’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, hands messily gathering your hair to hold it out of your face.

“so fuckin’ good, puppy.” he moans breathily, eyes trained on you. “always such a good girl for me, isn’t that right?” he pulls your hair, forcing your head back and releasing himself from your mouth.

“yes, daddy. ‘m your good girl.” you pant between gasps for air, bringing your hand up to keep stroking his cock as you look up at him obediently. bokuto rewards you with a deep moan, releasing your hair and stepping back towards the bed.

“c’mere, baby. wanna feel that pretty pussy.” he gestures in the direction of the bed with a soft smile. you comply without delay, quickly shuffling out of your panties and making your way to the bed. you plop yourself down right on top of the soft sheets, positioning yourself on your hands and knees so he can get a nice look at your glistening cunt.

you watch from over your shoulder as he steps towards you and you can’t help but whine. the look of absolute lust in his eyes is so intimidating. you’ve never seen him quite so needy before.

he wastes absolutely no time, running a large hand over your ass as he pushes the tip of his cock in with the other, hissing lowly when he sinks in completely. “fuck, baby. feels so fuckin’ good.” he rocks his hips slowly to get you used to the stretch, moaning unashamedly.

soft hums leave your throat as you close your eyes and lower your chest to the bed, arching your back.

the feeling of him pulling lightly on the tail plug makes you gasp in surprise and let out a whiny moan, cunt clamping down on his thick cock.

“fuck-” he groans as he quickens his hips, “tightest little cunt in the world.” he reaches around to grab hold of the leash again, wrapping it around his hand and pulling just enough so that it puts a little pressure on your windpipe. “just for me. right, puppy?”

“mhm!” you hum, as you try to adjust to his quickening pace. bokuto isn’t satisfied with your response, and he growls as he pulls on the leash harder, forcing you to lift yourself onto your hands again.

a big hand wraps itself around your throat, pulling you further until your back is flush against his chest. his thrusts pause as he grips your jaw firmly, tipping your head upwards. you feel his hot breath fan over the shell of your ear before he whispers, “who does this pussy belong to, puppy? who fucks you better than anyone else can?”

he starts moving his hips again at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure you can feel every inch of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

“y-you, daddy!” you mewl, wrapping your hand around his wrist, “‘s all yours! fuck me so good!”

“mmh,” he hums and lets go of your throat to wrap his strong arm around your chest, holding you in place as he starts fucking into you quickly again. “that’s what i wanna hear, baby.”

you let your head fall back against his chest and you feel him wrap his other hand around your body, snaking it down to rub sloppy circles on top of your clit.

“such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you? my sweet little puppy.” your cunt flutters around his cock, your head growing dizzy as your orgasm builds quickly in your abdomen.

bokuto releases your body and lets you flop down to the bed again, taking the fluffy tail into his hand again and giving it a little tug. you clamp around him again, not being able to hold back the pornographic moans coming from your mouth.

“fuck, baby- stop clenchin’ like that. you’re gonna make me cum.” he moans and runs his hand up your back, squeezing the flesh of your hip tightly. “is that what you want? huh? want me to fill up this pretty little puppy cunt?”

his thrusts have grown to be almost animalistic. the lewd squelching sounds coming from your cunt are loud and sloppy with every smack of his hips against yours.

“yes please, daddy! fill me up, please! ‘m gonna cum!” you mumble desperately against the mattress as your orgasm rips through you. your brain goes fuzzy and your back arches deeper, whimpering loudly as he chases his own high.

“fuck yea- just like that, baby. gonna cum too. gonna- gonna breed my pretty baby.” his cock twitches before he can even finish what he’s saying, hips stuttering as he fills you full of his hot, sticky cum. a symphony of moans echo through the room as your cunt milks every last drop out of his heavy balls.

his hips only slow, never stopping as your cunt keeps clenching and squeezing as you ride out your orgasm, cum leaking down your thighs. finally, bokuto lazily gives you his final thrusts and pulls out slowly, watching the way the sticky white oozes from your cunt.

“stay right there, baby.” you hear him say before walking out of the room, hearing the bathroom sink turn on shortly after. you do as he says, keeping your ass in the air and crossing your arms under your head to await his return.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” he says in a soft voice when he returns, running a warm hand along the side of your thigh comfortingly.

“mhm” you hum and feel the bed dip next to you. bokuto runs a warm washcloth over your skin, making sure to wipe up all the stickiness left over. “thank you for the surprise, baby. you look so fucking beautiful.” he says with a little laugh, lying down on his back beside you. “love you so fuckin’ much.” you swear you can see tears forming in his eyes as he looks at you lovingly, big dopey smile plastered on his lips.

“love you too, kō.” you respond and snuggle into his side, laying your head on his chest, “so much.”

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- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else - he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he's aware he's big and would rather make sure you're definitely comfortable with him before anything - when he notices you're getting real fidgety he'll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste - definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps - when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that's probably his favorite sight - he's big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest - and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth - you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours - and he'll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth - he's obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls

"shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good," he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. "you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?"

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- are you sure you want to suck him off he'll abuse your poor throat no mercy... but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask - knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out - and as soon as you do he's rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room - there's really no going slow, he'll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out - you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him - fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg - eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge - no matter how many times you beg him 'ryusei, ryu, please', you're not coming until he cums first - he's not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3 - but you're most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches

"just a little more, a little more, pet- that's it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut."

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- the only reason you didn't immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that - he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else - he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you - definitely fantasizes a lot about how you'll look taking his cock, that's probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos - so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can't help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face - lets you do most of the work, he'll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he's much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head - kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already - so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can't help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again - he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well - he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive

"ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing." he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. "you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again."

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- it's hard for me to believe you're not already sucking this man's cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you've been taking it slow - would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail - if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he'd suggest you suck his cock - loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there's just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together - licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too - will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth - the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it's hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper - his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly - would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you're 69ing he'll push your face down between his legs more until you're nosing his balls - will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you're getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you're used to it

"that's it, doll, take daddy's cock nice- and- deep. doesn't that feel good? let me see that pretty pussy of yours." he chuckles when you whine and shake around his cock, clenching your lids shut from his harsh eyes. "you're ruining our bedsheets, baby love."

Suspicious, Atsumu is known as the party animal. Shooting shots off girls' bodies and equally offering people to body shot off his abs (The self proclaimed ‘king of body shots’, either choosing the prettiest girl in the crowd to trail his tongue down, or spreading himself out to be dripped and drooled over). Always posting selfies of him at another party, night after night (documenting his numerous trips to the ER after a drunken stumble or a ‘friendly fight’, lip split and bruised knuckles flashing in front of the camera). You wonder how the bright lights and alcohol doesn’t constantly give him a headache, maybe they did, maybe that’s why he’s so addictively annoying. You should unfollow him, you make a mental note to do that once you get settled, large bed to yourself, clean and cosy as you sleep.

The evening goes quickly; food with friends and exploring the city until the late hours of the night, staring at the lights and buzzing environment around you. You were practically vibrating with happiness until you remembered your rooming situation. Refusing to let it spoil the happy feeling inside you, you decide to quickly change. There was steam rolling out from under the heavy doors, Atsumu was probably showering, giving you the perfect opportunity to change and slide into the sheets, basking in the soft cotton and fresh smelling pillows. Musky steam flows over your head as the bathroom door opens, (revealing him, and nothing but him,) simply draped in a towel around his hips. You don’t let your gaze linger too long but just enough to take in the soft hair (a dark brown, massive contrast to the yellow on his head) travelling down his lower stomach, disappearing under the damp fabric. It’s a long enough look to watch how the light bounces off his tanned, wet skin (eyes daring to follow the droplets making their sinful way down his chest and stomach). He didn’t think to dry off before he left the bathroom?

Peeking out of the top of the sheets, you watch how his shoulders flex and bulge with his every movement, the late night hours making your brain think about things you told yourself you’d never think about. How his shoulders would look as he holds himself over you, how that stupid silver chain hanging around his neck and collarbones would glisten in front of you, ghosting over your face with every movement. How his tanned skin would look so much better with red lines and scratches littered across it (with your marks patching his chest and neck and thighs and -). It’s enough to make the throb between your legs more prominent as you turn over to face the wall. No, you can’t think this, especially not about Atsumu, a new girl every weekend, probably STD crazy, Miya. No.

Loud music from his earphones fill the room, the same loud music you’ve had to put up with for months from behind you; is now a metre or so away from you in a bed. Glancing at the clock it was nearly midnight, 11:48 to be precise, and all you wanted was to sleep. Normally if you couldn’t sleep you’d slide your fingers inside your panties, rubbing your puffy clit until you cum and succumb to darkness in the form of sleep. However the body in the bed next to you, rising and falling with each steady breath meant you couldn’t, right?

“Atsumu?” It was barely audible, the music in his ears too loud to hear your tiny voice from across the space.

“Atsumu” you try again, louder and more daring. Yet he still doesn’t move, no signs of him stirring or noticing you’re calling out for him. Fuck it.

Your legs spread slowly, every sound that is made makes you acutely aware of what you’re about to do, the scrunch of the sheets and slight squeak of the mattress against the headboard makes you freeze. But your fingers still dance down the soft plush of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the damp fabric of your panties. The small wet spot formed as soon as you saw him in that stupid towel, only growing more when you saw even more as he changed into his boxers, nothing you’ve never seen on his socials. (apparently he didn’t like pyjamas. “Too restrictive” he muttered as you snapped at him to “please cover yourself”, a ploy on your behalf to stop your mind wandering; ultimately failing)

The first ghost of your fingers over your clit causes you to gasp, instantly biting your lip to silence yourself; immensely aware of how weird this is, touching yourself whilst the person you hate most sleeps next to you, but it just turns you on more. The next step is to rid yourself of panties, giving you more access to the slick arousal pooling at your entrance, gathering it on your fingers to allow your fingers to glide over the swollen skin, practically throbbing under each touch. Your clits hard and when you apply small, tight circles with a firm touch you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning, whimpering out his name and waking him. You blush at the thought of him catching you, how mortified you’d feel if he heard you touching your puffy cunt and crying his name; how you’d never hear the end of it, always known as the girl who touched herself in atsumu miyas presence.

It doesn’t deter you though, the circles on your clit are heaven, thighs shaking and twitching with each firm action your fingers apply to your sex. Two slick fingers sliding inside of yourself, wet lewd noises squelching out as you bury inside yourself, up to the knuckle, not enough but it will do.

“Are ya having fun?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he was awake and he heard you, he heard you finger yourself and rub pathetically at your clit. Do you remove your fingers? Alert him even more to the wet sound that will occur when you do? Or do you just stay still until he gives in and rolls over to sleep.

“Don’t stop, keep touching your clit for me, baby”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, are ya gonna listen to me for once in your life or keep pretending you're not knuckles deep inside yourself right now?”

The commands made you stomach turn, a gulp stuck in your throat as you whimper out a pathetic “yes”

“Good girl, bet you’re thinking about me, huh?” There’s that shit eating grin again, you can hear it as he teases you. You wonder what else he’s doing, is his cock hard? Straining against the thin fabric of his boxers or is he laughing at you whilst you're spread out for him? Too many questions run through your mind as you think about what to do next, fingers still firmly applied to your throbbing cunt.

“If it helps… I’m stroking my cock for you, thinking it’s your hand” if you listen closely his voice is shaking, breathless grunts leaving his lips every so often filling the room with thick air between you both. “So keep touching that little clit of yours and imagine it’s my fingers, I bet you’d hate that, cumming over my fingers and making a mess of your sheets”

Cocky, but you can’t deny the fact that the words flying your way are turning you on, fingers dancing quickly and swiftly over the nub of nerves that make you see stars.

“Please…” you whine; what you’re whining for you're not sure, but it’s a beg nonetheless. A beg to have a atsumu between your legs, (to have that stupid stupid chain dangling over your face, maybe you’d bite it, tug on it to anger him, make him go harder) and a beg to let you cum.

“Cmon, pretty thing, I know you can do better than that. Wanna hear you cry for me, I know you can. I know you bounce on your fingers every night wishin’ it was my cock. Why don’t you tell me about that?”

“W-wanna… want you inside me, Atsumu, please…” it’s quiet, being deafened by the slick sounds of your soaked pussy and the clicking sounds of his fist hitting his balls with every stroke. Oh how you wish you could see it, where the veins lay under the sensitive skin and how the red leaking tip gets revealed with every pull back of his palm. The thought of wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on the Precum makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can almost taste the saltiness on the back of your tongue.

“W-wanna… want you inside me, Atsumu, please…” it’s quiet, being deafened by the slick sounds of your soaked pussy and the clicking sounds of his fist hitting his balls with every stroke. Oh how you wish you could see it, where the veins lay under the sensitive skin and how the red leaking tip gets revealed with every pull back of his palm. The thought of wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on the Precum makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can almost taste the saltiness on the back of your tongue.

“Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, please; I need it, need to feel every curve and thrust. It’s the only thing that makes me cum…!”

Sinful is the way you’d describe the groan that leaves his lips deep and the rumble that travels across to you goes straight to your clit, the throb almost painful as you desperately rub against it. If your legs could get any further apart, you’d do so, but they’re basically dislocated to allow your fingers to curl inside you and your wrist to flex quickly, arousal spilling over your knuckles and the sheets below you.

“I wan- need you to tell me everything, everything you want me to do to you”

“Need your mouth against me atsumu-“

He cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence “That’s not my name, what’s my name, baby?”

“Daddy…! Need your mouth against me daddy, please, wanna cum over your tongue and make a mess of your face, I’m yours, you can do anything” the slick sound of his hand has sped up and all you can imagine is his large hand twisting over the head, rough palms squeezing his shaft and cupping his balls. Heavy Balls you so want to suck on, roll them around on your tongue and feel his moans and grunts travel through your body

“Daddy please let me cum, please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything”

“Oh? You’ll do anything? Cum for me then baby, make a mess over your pathetic hand, wanna hear ya cry for me. You’ll want more, sluts like you always do.”

The dirty words being spat at you tip you over the edge; the coil that was wound so tightly inside your stomach finally snapped. Slick arousal gushing over your fingers; back arched and head thrown back whilst moaning haphazardly for the man you so so hate has you collapsing into the sheets. You can barely heave out any words before the mattress dips and the protective sheets have been ripped from your shaking body.

He was there, in all his annoying glory; the grin you’ve convinced yourself to hate beaming down at you. Your gaze meets his blow pupils and flushed face, acutely aware of his big hands surrounding your head and how hot his body is (not only in looks, the abs and broad shoulders are a plus, but how he’s emitting heat like a furnace) The heat is building at his core and with a curious glance down you can see his cock standing to attention against his stomach, threatening to drop and land heavy against your own stomach.

It’s as pretty as his face is, tanned and a blushing pink head that’s leaking pre cum as if it was lube. The veins that litter the skin are visibly throbbing, one large one up the underside makes your mouth water and a whimper leave your mouth

“You wanted daddy to fuck you, so here he his” he states, the low rumble from his chest travelling to yours and sending shivers up your spine (youve had goosebumps the whole time, every hair on your body standing to attention as he grunts instructions at you, but now having him above you is a different kind of shiver) and before you know have time to beg him to fuck you, his heavy cock is thrusting through your folds: slicking itself up in your own arousal and cum. Everytime the swollen head catches on your clit on his thrust down, your lips part and a tiny gasp, that fills atsumus ears with heaven, falls out

“I can’t- I can’t wait, can I fuck you now? Want daddy buried inside you, baby?”

“Please daddy…!” And the thing you were hoping for the most happens, his lips collide against yours. They’re soft and determined to claim you; tongue pressing against yours and exploring your mouth. Swallowing each others moans and whimpers as he pushes the head of his cock inside your tiny hole was the best part, feeling the vibrations and breaths of air as inch after inch is sheathed inside you.

There’s no rest, no time to catch your breath before he’s pulling away to stare down at you. Taking in your beauty and tits splayed out before him, essentially manhandling you into the position you want. One leg is pushed into your chest and the other pinned to the mattress, strong hands keeping you in place as his cock pulls out almost all the way, pulling the skin back and pushing back in all the way to the hilt. Dragging each vein and ridge against the soft spot inside you that makes you cry out his name.

A swift slap to your clit has you apologising

“I'm sorry! Daddy please… please please please” neither of you know why you’re begging him, he’s fucking you with rigour now, sweaty bodies pressed against eachother and your dream of marking his body up with your marks is coming true. Red lines gracing his back and shoulders, claiming him and marking him for any girl he has within the next few weeks.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Ya going to make a mess over daddy’s cock? Bet ya are, stupid sluts like you don’t know anything else but cock and cumming” his thumb has made its way to your clit without you realising and is pushing you further and closer to the cliff of orgasm.

“Stupid, cock drunk slut” the degradation being spat at you was overwhelming, mixed with the feeling of his cock and thumb against your cunt; it pushes you over the edge. Pussy fluttering and clenching down on his dick as your orgasm washes over you, lighting your nerves on fire whilst your cunt gushes more slick over his cock.

“Fuc-fuck…” he grunts out, jaw clenched and fingers digging impossibly harder into your skin; definitely bruising you and causing you sore muscles for the rest of the trip. “Cumming, I’m cumming!” He basically shouts out, cock being ripped from inside you. You watch as he desperately fists at his cock until he’s spilling rope after rope of hot cum against your stomach, painting your skin white, marking you as his as you did him. If you were to think too much into it, you’d say it’s quite romantic as he scoops it up into his calloused fingers and slides them between your lips. You’re too fucked out, dazed and sleepy to protest; savouring the salty liquid in your mouth as he collapses onto the mattress next to you.

“You have your own bed, asshole” you pant out as you notice his eyes closed, the stupid stupid chain resting on his chest as he breathes deep and steadily. The stupid yellow of his hair splayed out against your pillows.

“Shut up” and there’s the shit eating grin again, except this time you place a kiss to it, succumbing to the darkness that is sleep.

This place is a mansion. Three stories of white brick detailed with elaborate stone embellishments. The gray mansard roof’s steep slope meets at the top with a fenced stone parapet. An elaborate garden extends between you and the house and you swear you can see an Olympic-sized swimming pool nestled into the courtyard. And this isn't even the front of the house. You blink in disbelief when you spot a giant race track off to your left and what looks like a massive, ten-car garage. The scent of sea air assaults your senses and when your gaze flickers to your right, you can see the ocean and the mansion's very own harbor. 

And none of that even includes how you got here: on a private jet, landing on a personal runway where you currently stand. 

The beat-up duffle bag you use for your family’s camping trips that hangs from your shoulder suddenly feels very wrong in a way you can't explain.

You turn to face Daichi as he joins you on the tarmac. “Daichi, this is your family cabin?” you ask wide-eyed, your voice sounding so high-pitched that you barely recognize it. 

He rubs the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits. “Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing. I used to spend all of my summers here with my siblings but now the house barely gets used,” he says sheepishly.

Before you can ask any more questions, the loud rumbling of car engines interrupts your conversation and you see two sports cars taking two corners on the track before barreling down the straight of the runway towards you at top speed. 

“Ah, those two are here already, I see,” Daichi grins. He takes your duffle bag from you, throwing the strap over his shoulder and pulling you closer to him while wrapping his arm around your waist. 

The cars roar to a stop right behind the jet, creating the perfect image, an Instagram influencer’s wet dream. 

Daichi leans over to whisper in your ear as they both get out of the cars, “The one in the red Ferrari LaFerrari is Kuroo Tetsuro and the one in the white Lamborghini Aventador is Bokuto Kotaro.”

The two are pointing fingers at each other as they get out of their cars bickering and you can see the wealth dripping off them. The man with the spiky black hair, that Daichi told you was Kuroo, is pointing back in the direction they came from as he closes his car door, while Bokuto, with his spiky gray hair, pouts, throwing his hands up in mock innocence. Both of them grab a bag from the trunks of their cars, still arguing with each other before Kuroo places his arm around Bokuto in a show of faux peace before they start walking towards you and Daichi.

“They're both idiots,” he pauses to watch Bokuto swat at Kuroo’s arm, “but they are actually really good guys.”

The two of them are still heated, poking at each other's chests as they reach you and Daichi, only stopping when he coughs to grab their attention.

“Are you two done yet?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Daichi, I was faster, wasn't I?” whined Bokuto, giving Daichi and you a small pout as Kuroo pats his shoulder, leaning slightly closer to you.

“This must be Y/N. She’s cuter than you said Dai,” Kuroo says with a laugh.

You miss the way that Daichi’s cheeks start to turn pink because you were so taken aback at his statement. Daichi told his friends about you? His apparently super rich friends?

Daichi’s grip around your waist tightens slightly before he responds, “Guys this is Y/N L/N. Please, don't annoy her too much.”

Both of their heads perk up at that.

“Oh yeah Daichi, we will be perfect saints,” Kuroo smirks.

Bokuto matches Kuroo’s playfully devious look, suddenly over his apparent loss on the track. “Oh yeah, nothing but angels.”

Before Daichi has time to wipe the smiles off their faces, you hear the sound of helicopter blades whirring above.

You look around until you see it fly directly overhead. The sound fills the air as the helicopter starts its descent onto the helipad next to the parked jet.

The helicopter blades whip up the grass and plants all around, and you have to place your hand on your head to prevent your own hair from being messed up by the whirlwind. 

You look over to Bokuto and Kuroo to see them fiercely trying to protect their hair spikes from the wind and failing. Daichi follows your gaze and when he sees them, he lets out a laugh in full force.

The helicopter makes a soft landing and the blades slow down when the engine turns off and two people step out. 

The most beautiful girl you have ever seen in your life hops out from the operator's seat, throwing her gorgeous black hair over her shoulder as she walks over to the man holding his hand out for her, hoisting their designer bags over his shoulder.

“Kiyoko, Tanaka, I'm so glad that you guys could make it,” Daichi smiles at the couple as they approach.

Daichi lets go of your waist so he can give the two of them a proper hug, before introducing you.

“This is Y/N.”

Kiyoko walks up to you and grabs your hands in hers and smiles at you, “Finally another girl. It's about time.”

Tanaka laughs, “What, babe? Are you getting tired of us?”

She lets go of your hands so she can give Tanaka a playful slap to the chest, “You know that's not what I meant, Ryu. It'll be nice to have someone to get ready for the gala with!”

You feel Daichi slightly flinch next to you at the mention of a gala.

Your brows furrow as you ask, “A what now? Daichi never mentioned anything about a gala.”

You turn to him, questioningly, and he moves his hand to the back of his neck for the second time in ten minutes. 

“It's nothing really, just this huge party my family has hosted for years. We really wouldn't even have to go if you don't want to…” the last few words trail off before he is interrupted by Kiyoko.

“What are you saying Daichi, you have to go! It's your family's gala.” Her brows are furrowed and she is looking at him suspiciously.

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Well that's a discussion for the future. Let’s go settle into our rooms.”

Daichi puts his arm around your shoulders as he leads the group up to the back porch, walking through the garden and around the giant swimming pool and fire pit area. 

“I assume you four are taking your normal rooms?” Daichi asks the group.

They all nod before splitting in different directions, obviously understanding the intricate layout of the house after what you assume is years of friendship. 

Daichi leads you through the first floor, pointing out various rooms and points of interest as you take in the vastness of your new surroundings. Most of the rooms have white or cream-colored walls with very intricate crown molding. Some have very distinct and uncomfortable furniture that looks like it has never been used, while others look like they are ready for a full day of lounging. He even takes you past the bowling alley and the in-home movie theater.

Eventually, he leads you to a huge staircase that circles around the main entryway to the house. The whole room looks like it's made out of marble and you take a twirling step to bask in the grandness of the space. 

Daichi calls out to you, pulling you back into reality. He has one foot on the first step and his hand is outstretched for you to take.

“You coming?” he smiles at you, wiggling his fingers, waiting for you to take his hand. 

When you do, you hold on to it like it's your lifeline, the only anchor you have in this unfamiliar territory. He leads you up two flights of stairs to the third floor and then down a large hallway filled with doors and golden crown molding.

He stops in front of a door before saying, “Well, this is you,” and moving your duffle bag back to your shoulder, letting his hand linger on your skin until he forces himself to pull away. 

“I’m right here across the hall if you need anything, alright?” he reassures you with a smile.

You nod at him, trying to process all of the new information you've just taken in, before putting your hand on the doorknob and turning away from him.

He calls out to you before you go inside, “Why don't you take an hour or so — take a shower, there's a bathroom attached to the suite — and then when you come down to the kitchen, we can get some snacks?”

You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes at him with a pout, “Is this your way of telling me I smell?”

His laughter fills the hallway. “No, I just want you to relax. This is your vacation too, ya know?” His smile is contagious and you can't help but smile back at him, really hoping that a shower will help as he says.

“Okay Daichi, I'll try.”

With that you enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you before resting your head on the wood, letting out a very small sigh.

You try to relax like Daichi said by taking a warm shower, but everything was way too nice. The grand marble shower and the elegant tile tub just serve to remind you that you are in a world different than your own, giving you more anxiety than relaxation. 

You manage to get through your shower: fiddling with all of the button options to turn the water off, grabbing a plush towel to dry off, and then changing into some of the clothes that you packed.

You head back out to the bedroom in a huff and take another look around, half expecting the room to have transformed into a new one completely, but you are glad that it's just as you left it. 

The massive four-poster bed sits against one wall next to the room's giant floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the afternoon light, casting long shadows on the fireplace gracing the opposite wall and the plush sitting area in front of it.

You flop yourself on the bed, arms stretching out and you curse at how comfortable the mattress is. 

Who would have guessed the handsome boy you met in your econ class was this filthy rich.

You don't want your brain to fantasize but your thoughts drift there anyways as you sit up to sort through your clothes; it dreams of a future where this could be all yours. It's not like you weren't dreaming about a future with Daichi before, but now you’re imagining paying off your student loans, using some money to help your struggling friends and family, or maybe going even bigger than that, like starting a business or a charity to really help people. 

You have to stop yourself from going too far. You shouldn’t spiral with these thoughts because that's the big issue: you and Daichi, what are you really?

You were instantly infatuated with him when he smiled at you during your first economics lecture together just a few months ago. Sitting next to each other, passing a notebook back and forth drawing little doodles together when you should have been paying attention. The chemistry between the two of you only grew when you started studying together and he invited you out to party with some of his friends. 

The two of you have even shared a few make-out sessions together at said parties, but the next day when you expected things to be awkward or to at least have a discussion about what it meant, Daichi always acted like everything was normal, like the two of you hadn't had your tongues down each other throats the night before. 

And that's not to mention how he always seems to be holding your hand, or hooking his arm around you, giving you butterflies at every turn. He always seems to be more touchy when other guys are around, but you can say that you do the same. Hugging him back tighter when other girls look his way.

In the beginning, the small touches and longing glances you shared in class slowly turned to long hugs and holding hands. You thought that maybe Daichi was this way with all of his friends, but when he introduced you to his roommates, Asahi and Sugawara, you noticed that he isn’t that touchy with them. It seems to be something only reserved for you.

You think of all the shared touches that you've had just today and your heart flutters. It's like when the two of you touch, your heart is instantly filled with happiness that calms your soul. His touch just feels right and being with him feels as easy as breathing.

If soulmates do exist, you can imagine that this is what it feels like. 

You let out a deep sigh, shaking away your thoughts, before you decide to make your way down to the kitchen to meet up with the others.

You follow the voices through the maze of corridors and staircases to the kitchen, thank god they are a noisy bunch. 

Everyone is gathering around the huge kitchen island, with bowls of chips, candy, and other snacks scattered around, and there seem to be two different conversations going on.

Daichi has his back to you, and you walk up next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He looks down, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his space more before whispering, “How was your shower?”

You wrap your arms around his waist before shrugging your shoulders, choosing to instead focus on the conversation that Tanaka and Kuroo are having. Daichi grabs a few of the bowls of snacks and pulls them closer to you, taking a big handful of food for himself.

Kuroo lets out a loud annoyed groan before explaining, “Oikawa just texted me that he’s going to dock here for the night.”

You sense the mounting tension in the air and take a handful of snacks, ready to take in whatever drama that was about to unfold.

The mention of the name you are unfamiliar with seems to bring the other conversation to a close as everyone focuses their attention on Kuroo and his phone. 

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh. “I could have sworn I told him to keep that thing away from here,” he says, rubbing his hand down his face in annoyance. 

“He's bringing that party boat here? During gala week?” Kiyoko adds, blowing hair out of her face with a huff. 

“Eh, I'm not going to complain, it's always full of hot babes,” Tanaka says right before a smack lands on his chest from Kiyoko. He pulls her into him, playfully kissing her cheeks, “No one is hotter than you babe, you know that.”

She rolls her eyes at his response but seems to accept his apology.

Not having any idea about who or what they are talking about you pipe up, “Who’s coming?”

Daichi lets out a big sigh before explaining, “Oikawa is this guy we grew up with, he’s a big flirt with an even bigger yacht. It's pretty much a giant party boat that he fills with supermodels.” You can practically feel the way Daichi’s eyes roll at the notion of a party boat stacked to the nines with supermodels.

Bokuto moves to Daichi’s other side, leaning over the island looking around him at you with a wide smile and adds, “Not to mention the alcohol and drugs.”

“Yes, yes, Bokuto, we all know why you enjoy Oikawa’s visits,” Daichi retorts, shaking his head and laughing.

“He just texted again,” Kuroo says with an annoyed groan. “Says he's going to be docking in three hours.”

“Well, what do you guys want to do until he gets here?” Daichi asks, taking a big handful of pretzels from a bowl close to him.

“We could go for a race around the track,” Kuroo says with a devilish smile.

Bokuto lets out an excited yell before pointing at Kuroo and exclaiming, “Hell yeah, lets go!”

Everyone heads outside into the evening sun. The warmth that the sun provided during the afternoon seems to be fading, giving the air a slight chill. 

Kuroo and Bokuto run with their hands in the air from the house to their cars before starting them and speeding off towards the track while Daichi leads you, Tanaka, and Kiyoko to the large ten-car garage that spans the side of the house.

He opens a side door leading everyone into the garage, pressing a big button on the wall causing all of the garage doors to begin opening, filling the space with light.

Your eyes widen when you look at the millions of dollars worth of vehicles equally spaced with precision in front of you. While you recognize some brands: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, and Mercedes, there are more that you don't, and your eyes glaze over at the pure wealth displayed in the garage.

Tanaka's excited voice pulls you from your haze as he practically jumps up and down in place, “Can we take the Bugatti?” he shouts questioningly, making you jump.

“Sure thing,” Daichi replies as he takes the keys to the Bugatti Veyron SS off the hook and tosses them to Kiyoko.

You watch her unlock the car and climb into the driver's seat as Tanaka jumps into the passenger seat next to her. The engine roars to life and she carefully pulls it out of the garage before she peels off towards the track, leaving you and Daichi alone in the garage. 

“So, do you see a car you like?” he questions, his eyes following the car as it barrels around a corner.

The first real time alone with him since landing here and he decides to ignore the elephant in the room? You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually an elephant around here somewhere.

You ignore his question and turn to face him, “Dai, what the fuck. What is this place? How are you so rich?” 

“I'm not rich, my parents are,” he quickly retorts, turning to face you.

“That's exactly what a rich person would say,” you roll your eyes at him.

“I know you must feel pretty deceived right now; it was so nice when I was just Daichi to you, not the heir to this big conglomerate worth millions of dollars,” he walks close to you, moving to place his hands on your shoulders but stopping himself, and lets his hands fall to the side almost in defeat. 

“My dad is this huge businessman and he has all these women who throw themselves at him because of his money. He's never been in love, even when he was with my Mom, and I didn’t want that. I don't want that. I want to be in love. I want to marry someone I'm in love with and not because it is what has been decided for me.” 

Of course, he would have a real reason that you couldn't get mad at. And of course, it’s romantic as hell. At least he’s being open about it now.

You look up at him, and you realize that this is the same Daichi that he's always been. Those are the same eyes that you've been looking at for months, the same hands that have held you so many times, the same Daichi as always, just a different setting.

“You know I'm not like that Dai, you could have told me,” you reply, your voice softer than it was earlier.

He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out and rubbing away at the stress in your shoulders.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry that I kept this hidden from you. I should have told you.” He sighs, closing the remaining space between the two of you and moving his hands to cup your face. “I just want you to understand what getting into a full relationship with me would mean.”

The way Daichi is looking at you makes your heart melt. His eyes reach your face in desperation, half expecting you to push him away but you just lean into his hands, closing your eyes and savoring his touch before you match his vulnerable gaze.

“What would a full relationship mean then, Daichi?” you practically purr at him.

“It means all this,” he says before kissing you lightly. “All the fun stuff, the cars, the houses, the private jets,” he kisses you again. “But it also comes with a lot of not fun stuff too.”

You take a deep breath before responding, heart pounding from the intimacy of the moment. “And what would happen if I said that I still wanted a relationship with you? Even with the not-fun stuff.”

His breath hitches before he smiles. “I'd give you everything,” he whispers, eyes searching yours again, thumbs caressing your lips softly as he still cradles your face in his hands. “I'd buy you the moon if you wanted it.”

“Good thing I don't want the moon then.” You grab his shirt, closing the gap between the two of you before kissing him.

His hands fall to your hips before he starts to push you backwards towards the Ferrari behind you, until your ass hits the car, never disconnecting from the kiss.  

His lips feel warm on yours as you get swept away into the moment with him. Your lips moving in tandem before his tongue expertly sweeps out at your bottom lip. You let out a moan, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. 

His grip on your waist only gets harder when he starts to move his body against yours, rutting his hips against yours, letting out a small moan into your mouth.

If the two of you weren't so caught up in each other, you would have heard Kuroo pull up to the garage and step out of his car before just staring at the two of you locked in each other's embrace. He rests his cheek on his short car door before he reaches a hand inside his car to honk the horn. You and Daichi startle at the sound, pulling apart as Daichi sends Kuroo a death glare.

Kuroo lets out a loud laugh unaffected by Daichi’s glare. “Thanks for the show, but are we going to race or what?”

Daichi waves him off, looking back down at you, his eyes bouncing from your lips to your eyes, with a smirk, “Do you want to drive?”

You hear Kuroo drive away as you playfully smack Daichi’s chest before you exclaim, “God no!”

His eyes close as he chuckles at you, “Okay, fair. But which one do you want to take?”

You look around at the cars not really knowing too much about them, so you ask, “Which one is the fastest?”

He smirks at you and says, “That’s my girl,” before throwing an arm around your shoulder and grabbing the key for the white Koenigsegg Regera off the hook.

He walks you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the scissor door for you and watching you take a seat before pulling it closed and jogging to his side, getting in the car. 

The brown leather of the interior is a stark contrast to the white of the outside paint, and you find your body being cradled in the expensive bucket seat. Daichi leans over you, grabbing your seat belt and buckling it for you, bringing his face inches away from yours, teasing you before he buckles his own seat.

He pulls out of the garage slowly before putting the pedal to the floor and driving off towards the airstrip, racing around a few tight corners before he drives towards the runway where the other three cars are already lined up. 

Bokuto jumps off of his side fender when he sees you and Daichi approach and makes his way inside his car with an excited spring in his step. Kiyoko kisses Tanaka before making her way into her borrowed car and Kuroo, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of his car watches the two of you pull up before jumping down and walking towards you.

Daichi meticulously lines up the front wheels with the other cars, before letting the engine idle, rolling down the window to talk to Kuroo.

When the rooster-haired man leans down to talk into the window, you don't miss his glance at you, before his eyes dart back to Daichi, and a small dusting of pink appears on his cheeks.

“We've decided we're doing a mile drag, first to cross the line wins, the loser has to make dinner and wash the dishes,” Kuroo announces.

Daichi looks over to you, intertwining your fingers and bringing them up to lips, kissing your knuckles, and a determined look crosses his face, his mouth turning up on the corner in a smirk. “Winner gets to pick what's for dinner, so you better decide what you want.”

His competitive side is something that you rarely see, usually only coming out when he's challenged, and the charged air around him has heat pooling between your legs. 

Daichi lets your hand go and starts going through the settings of the car, setting up the launch control, mumbling to himself as he remembers how to set it up, as Kuroo heads back to his car.

You hear the roar of the other engines as they come to life and look through Daichi’s window at the other drivers, all giving thumbs up, ready to start.

Before Daichi gives his thumbs-up, he turns to you, “Just keep your head back, alright?”

You give him a worried look, but comply, placing the back of your head on the headrest behind you. You're concerned about what to do with your hands so you decide to place them in your lap.

Daichi gives the thumbs up and rolls his window up, giving the engine a few revs before hovering his foot over the gas in wait.

You watch as a now shirtless Tanaka walks out in between the cars. You can barely hear him as he starts to count down from five, but when he gets to one, he starts waving his shirt in the air wildly and Daichi slams on the gas.

The world starts to blur as the car accelerates. The loud roar of the engine assaults your ears as your heart starts to beat faster from the sudden adrenaline rush. 

Time seems to slow as you go faster. You watch the speedometer increase: 60, 80,100, 120 and it’s still climbing.

The noise of the air rushes past as the car seamlessly cuts through and you feel your heart beating in your throat. 

You look over at Daichi to see a big smile on his face; he knows he’s winning and you take the time to look back as Kuroo is being passed by Kiyoko, and she's getting closer to Daichi.

You let out a laugh: the crazy speeds and all the adrenaline pumping through making your body seem like it's on fire.

You glance at the speedometer and watch it hit 240 mph before you and Daichi cross the finish line first and he slams on the brakes. You are very glad you listened to him about keeping your head back, or else you're sure you would have whiplash.

Daichi stops the car, putting it in park before turning to look at you, your eyes full of bewilderment as your body tries to process the fact that you're in one piece after such a rush. 

“Holy shit Dai! You won! We won! That was amazing!” you exclaim frantically to a smiling Daichi, laughing along with you as you stammer on about how fast it was. 

The other cars form a circle with the hoods facing each other, and you watch as everyone starts to get out.

Daichi nods his head towards the others, “Come on, let’s go gloat.”

Everyone sits or leans against the hood of their cars, and Daichi once again has you tucked under his arm. You laugh along with the group and their antics as they argue over the standings. The official decision was that Daichi won, which was unanimous, with Kiyoko taking second, followed by Kuroo and Bokuto. 

Bokuto said something about his launch control was being finicky before all of you hear whooping and yelling coming from a very out-of-breath Tanaka. He had apparently started running after the cars had left and was just now reaching the group.

Everyone is in high spirits as you talk for a bit and you seem to mesh seamlessly with them, throwing out a few quips that make Bokuto and Kuroo snort, teaming up with Kiyoko when the boys get too rowdy. It almost seems like you're not the new person in the group, that you’ve known them forever, and you are really happy that Daichi has surrounded himself with great people.

The rest of the evening was spent driving the cars and having long chats afterwards, about nothing and everything all at once. 

When it came time for dinner, since you and Dai were the winners, you got to decide what Bokuto was making for everyone. His attempt at your favorite dish left the kitchen filled with smoke and Daichi surprised everyone with pizza, even before talks of a back up plan for was discussed.

Then you heard the horn of a ship, followed by mixed reactions as the five of you clear up dinner and get ready to leave the mansion for the ‘sex ferry,’ as Bokuto called it.

Daichi gets closer to you and murmurs into your hair, “Watch out for pervs on the boat, stay close to me, yeah?” You nod, as you wrap your arm around his ready to leave.

That is, until Kiyoko stops Daichi before the two of you make it out the door, “I’m stealing her for a second, she can't go on a yacht dressed like that!”

You look yourself over in the mirror and you have to admit, Kiyoko did an excellent job dressing you up.

Your hair is perfectly styled and your face has just the right amount of makeup. Kiyoko crosses in front of the mirror applying the finishing touch: a shimmering lip gloss that is the perfect shade for you. The oversized, white knit sweater that she had you put on hangs loosely over your curves, tucked in perfectly into the brown skirt that she picked out for you. It's not a look that you would usually go for, but you have to give her credit, she did a good job, you look stunning.

On the way up to this ginormous closet, she had explained to you that Daichi’s sisters had this closet stocked with every size and designer label known to man, just in case any of their friends needed a last minute change of clothes. 

At first, you didn't believe her, but when you saw the enormous room with a rainbow of color-coordinated clothes hanging from floor to ceiling you changed your tune. You were even more shocked to find that all of the clothes still had their price tags on, wincing at the $1,000 price of one pair of pants.

Kiyoko gives you one last glance over before she starts to get herself ready, dressing in a black long-sleeved dress, the hem of the skirt falling just at her thighs and fishnet stockings, the exact opposite of the aesthetic she chose for you. 

She applies her red lipstick with a pop before turning to you, “Well, what do you think?’

She takes your hand and twirls you around so that you are facing the mirror before she rests her chin on your shoulder.

You laugh at her antics, before replying, “I think we look hot!”

The two of you make your way down to the boat, exiting the mansion through a side door and make your way down to the dock.

Now that you are up close to the boat, you can see the massive amount of people on board. The four decks are filled to the brim with people dancing, talking, and making out, all with various drinks in their hands, and you can see Aoba Johsai written in cursive on the side of the boat.

The two of you step onboard and you hear him before you see him, “Kiyoko, over here!”

Tanaka is calling out for her through the crowd of people, leaning along the railing of the boat, dressed in all black and holding two beers.

She makes her way through the crowd with you close behind. Tanaka wraps her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek.

“Looking good babe,” he growls into her ear as she takes one of the beers from his hand.

The two of them look like they are about to start making out with all of their flirty touches, and you would like to find Daichi as soon as possible so you clear your throat and ask, “Do you know where Daichi is?”

“He's usually in the second-floor pool room; it’s up the stairs, second door on the right,” Tanaka replies while gesturing toward the stairway back by where you just came from.

You nod and take your leave, making your way to the stairs, bumping into people on the crowded deck. After the first few steps, you look back at Kiyoko, wondering if she’s coming with you. Too late, you think as you watch Tanaka pull her hips closer to his, whisper into her ear, and start kissing down her neck.

You shake your head and continue on, happy that she's having fun, but wishing you still had her company by your side. 

At the top of the stairs, you only see one door that opens to an empty hallway. You decide to take your luck with it, even if this isn't the right place, it's a nice space to take a breather from all the people. 

You open the door and what you thought was a quiet hallway turns out to be an echo chamber for the bass echoing off the walls. Where is the music even coming from; you barely heard it outside?

Leaning against the wall, you take a few deep breaths, which are immediately interrupted by the smell of cigar smoke wafting towards you. Part of you wants to leave but the other part of you says stay, stay for him. 

This is so much to process, you can already feel a migraine coming on. The smell of cigar smoke and the thumping bass echoing off the walls of the ship isn't helping your stress levels. Where is Daichi? This would be so much easier if he would just appear by your side magically.

The door you just came through opens and shuts with a squeak, and you hope that your prayers have been answered, but when you turn to look at the person who just joined your space, it is very much not Daichi.

His blonde hair and very noticeable tongue ring are the farthest from Daichi as you can get, and you really wish that you weren't in this hallway alone with him right now.

He makes his way closer to you, getting in your personal space, leaning one arm against the wall next to your head to look you up and down, before licking his lips.

“Hey baby girl, are you lost?”  

You start to look for an exit as he moves closer to you. “No, I'm just looking for someone,” you reply.

His arms cage you in, not giving you any room to move away. “Aw, don't be like that, I can show you a good time too,” he insists. “The name's Yūji Terushima, you'll need to know it when you're screaming it out later.”

You try to move away from him but he won't let you pass, until you hear a door open. 

Daichi comes out of one of the side rooms and the instant he sees you trapped by this man, his eyes turn red with anger.

He rushes over to the two of you, yelling out, “Hey! Get off of her!”

Terushima isn't quick enough to respond, turning to face Daichi, but Daichi is already at his side sending his fist flying towards the blond's nose with a mean right hook. 

Your body sags with relief as Daichi pulls you into his arms and Terushima is on the floor withering in pain, gasping at his probably broken nose.

Daichi is frantically looking over you, checking your arms and face for any sort of harm, “Did he touch you? Are you okay?” he questions you rapidly.

You bury your face in his chest and nod, “Yeah, I'm ok.”

He puts his arms around you before pulling you away towards the door he just came from.  “We're down here,” he says, glaring at Terushima covered in his blood on the floor, leading you away from him.

The room that Daichi was in is stuffed full of people. People line the walls, getting very personal with each other, while others sit on the couches in the center of the room with people pulled onto their laps or under their arms. There are two pool tables on either side of the couches and you spot Kuroo and Bokuto playing what looks like a game of strip pool with four girls, and, from the looks of it, they are losing badly. On the other end of the room is a large bar, with glass bottles lining shelves behind it and a few empty bar stools.

Daichi chooses to ignore his almost naked friends and heads towards the bar, pulling out a stool for you before taking the seat next to you.

The bartender has very fluffy brown hair with matching brown eyes and once he's done serving up drinks to the couple down the bar, he makes his way over to you.

He starts to gather a glass for Daichi without even asking him what he wanted and then looks at you expectantly, “Well cutie, what can I get for you?”

Daichi levels his gaze at the man, and you can feel the deep grumble vibrate from his chest before he turns to you, “This,” he gestures to the bartender, “is Oikawa.”

Oikawa gives you a wink before scurrying out of Daichi’s reach as he playfully tries to grab him, causing Daichi to let out a huff. 

With the weird environment you're in, you think it's best to forgo alcohol, at least for now, so you ask Oikawa for water.

He hands you a glass with lots of ice in it and you watch the way the two of them interact. Their friendship looks to be built on a bed of mutual annoyance, but you can see how they care about each other hidden in the undertones of their speech. 

The night goes on and you spend a lot of it with Oikawa and Daichi at the bar. Oikawa asks you lots of personal questions, some of which you choose to ignore, and some of them you indulge him a little. If Daichi trusts him, it's okay for you too, right?

Just as your ass is starting to hurt from the barstool, a younger man comes up to Daichi, his orange hair bouncing in the wind as he practically vibrates in place. You catch his name, Hinata, and some of what he's trying to explain. There seems to be trouble between him and another guy, and he came to Daichi to be the mediator. 

You can't blame him; in fact, if you were having any sort of trouble, Daichi's the first person that you would seek out. Daichi is so strong and dependable, he makes the rest of the world feel safe and easy. It's not that he makes problems go away but he seems to take in the situation for what it is and find a solution that seems so blatantly obvious you can't believe that no one else thought of it first.

Daichi is that and so much more. His playfulness and competitiveness are something that you saw today when he was driving that car. Not to mention how hot he looked behind the wheel, his arms muscles were on full display and you barely even got the chance to stare at them. You think about going back in time just so that you could watch them flex as he gripped the steering wheel.

You shake your head, trying to pull your brain away from the horny thoughts, but all that manages to do is send you back to the memories of your hot makeout session in the garage earlier. How his hands were all over your body, his lips pressed to yours...

Daichi’s laugh pulls you from your daydream and you realize that he, Hinata and Oikawa are all staring at you. His hand is waving in front of your face, “Earth to Y/N.”

Your shocked expression tells you everything he needs to know so he repeats himself, putting his hand on your knee, “You good here for a minute? I gotta help Hinata with something.” You nod at him and the two walk off together.

Oikawa talks to you in between serving people drinks and you manage to have a decent conversation about your university studies. Turns out, he is studying a major very similar to yours.

Oikawa pulls his phone out and answers it, before putting it down on his shoulder, turning to you, “I have to take this, I’ll have one of my boys take you to Daichi.”

He turns to one of the nearby couches close to the bar before barking out, “Mattsun, take her out to where Daichi is. I have some shit to deal with.”

The man he called out to kisses the blonde sitting on his lap before moving her off of him so that he can help you find Daichi. His tall body leads you out onto the deck of the boat through hordes of drunk people dancing and making out until you spot an orange mess of hair and Daichi standing next to him.

As you get closer you notice a small, but rather important detail that you couldn't see when you were farther away, Daichi is surrounded by tall, skinny, gorgeous-looking supermodels, and all of them seem to have their hands on him.

Daichi seems not to notice the touches, he's too focused on a boy with black hair laying upside down on a lounge chair, his hair softly caressing the wooden deck with every small gust of wind. 

You notice another woman start to touch his hair before Daichi swats her away like she’s a fly before he's kneeling to look at the chair guy again. 

Mattsun leads you closer to Daichi, announcing your arrival before saying his goodbyes and heading back where he came from. You yell out thanks as he is leaving and he waves his hand in the air as he walks away.

Daichi stands from his kneeling position and moves to your side. He has to get closer to your ear to talk as you are now closer to wherever the loud music is coming from but you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his waist possessively, eyeing the other girls.

“Kageyama had too much to drink, he's absolutely wasted,” Daichi says loudly, making sure you can hear him over the bumping bass.

You wished you would have grabbed your water before you left the bar. Just when you're about to suggest someone go get him some water, Oikawa bursts out onto the deck from a side door, exclaiming, “That little shit!” before running off towards the upper decks. You see that he's being followed by Mattsun, the guy who just helped you, and two other men, one with spiky black hair and the other with short pink hair. They all look extremely pissed.

You hear the sound of helicopter blades before you feel a blast of wind, causing the water to start rippling around the boat. You look curiously up at Daichi before he's turning and barking orders to Hinata to get the drunk guy some water and crackers before he's grabbing your hand.

“There's only one man that could be, and we better go make sure Oikawa doesn't kill him.”

By the time you two make it to the upper deck where the helipad is, there already seems to be a standoff in place. A tall man with dark olive hair stands with a large briefcase tucked under the arm of his suit coat. He does not look like he's dressed for a party, but instead like he's about to go into a courtroom.

This new man's face is void of emotion as Oikawa is practically snarling at him, lip upturned like an angry dog.

Daichi runs between the two warring factions, putting up his hands to Oikawa before turning to the tall man.

But before Daichi can say anything Oikawa is yelling over his head, “Who said you could land here, get lost!”

The tall man completely ignores Oikawa, walking up to Daichi, “Ah, Sawamura, just the man I was hoping to see.”

Oikawa's face turns red with anger, if this was an anime you are sure that there would be steam coming out of his head.

Daichi looks at him quizzically, “All this just to see me? Should we go talk in private?”

Ushijima gives him a confirming grunt, nodding his head and Daichi leads him around Oikawa and his men, stopping to whisper something in Oikawa's ear, looking at you, before making his way over to you.

His hand cups your face and you nuzzle into them as he speaks, “I have to go talk to Ushijima. Oikawa said he'll watch out for you so stay here until I get back alright?”

You don't want to leave his side again, but this must be important if a guy is willing to land on what seems to be his mortal enemy's boat only to talk to Daichi. You give him a small pout before you nod, and he kisses you before turning and jogging after the mysterious Ushijima.

Oikawa throws his hands up into the air making his way over to a bar. Damn, he really has these things on every level, doesn't he?

This bar is smaller than the one in the pool room, and only has two stools, but there is a long couch next to it where his men sit down. He motions for you to take a seat at the bar as he starts pouring drinks for the other three, before offering to do the same for you. Taking him up on his offer this time he makes you both matching fruity drinks with cute umbrellas before he joins you, sitting at the barstool next to you.

Oikawa still seems to be on edge from his confrontation with Ushijima, or the lack of one, so the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit. You watch some of the party-goers stumble around on the lower decks, and you see women and men come up to talk to the three sitting on the couches. You pick up their names after a bit — Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun, are what everyone calls them — and you eventually watch Mattsun get pulled away by the busty blonde you saw him with earlier.

Oikawa seems to pull himself out of his mental slump when he finishes his drink while you've only been sipping on yours, so you are nowhere near close to finishing it. He makes his way back over to the bar side and washes his cup before he starts making another concoction for himself.

He breaks his silence, “So, you and Daichi are pretty cute together.”

You hum at him in agreement, taking another small sip of your drink.

He continues, “He must be pretty serious about you if he's bringing you all the way out here. He's never brought a girl here before.”

Daichi and you haven't talked about your past relationships, but you aren't really surprised to hear that with what he told you earlier about wanting to be in love.

You don't want to pry, but you do want to know more. This side of Daichi’s life is still a mystery to you. 

“Not even one girl?” you ask him in all sincerity.

Oikawa smirks, glad that he caught your attention with that one. “Well, he did date a girl from our neck of the woods, if that's what you want to call us rich shits. She was hot and smart but they never really seemed to mesh.”

You give him a curious look so he continues, “She was all business, no heart. And you know Daichi, his heart is ten times too big. They just didn't work.”

You nod taking in your new information before you feel someone next to you, the man with the pink hair, Makki. 

He opens his mouth before he leans on the bar to stabilize himself, the alcohol apparently starting to kick in. His words are slurred together. “Are you two talking about Daichi? I heard some models say they would pay $10,000 to lick one of his thigh muscles!”

Oikawa pushes the drunken Makki off the bar and he stumbles back to the couch before slumping over into a woman's cleavage.

“Don't mind him,” Oikawa says, trying to bring back the lighter mood from earlier. “He doesn't know what he's talking about.”

Oh, but you do know what he’s talking about. You've been avoiding the thoughts since you landed, but now there's no holding back the dark thoughts you've been trying to suppress. 

How are you supposed to be good enough for him? For Daichi and his big heart? You've seen it so much tonight, the way he laughs and takes care of his friends, like it’s second nature, coming easier than breathing for him. He's so caring, compassionate, fun and you're just you. 

How are you supposed to compete for his attention when you are up against literal supermodels? 

You swipe at frustrated tears forming in the corner of your eyes before speaking to Oikawa, “Can you tell Daichi I’m gonna go back to the house, I'm tired. But it was nice to meet you.”

You were very much not tired. This was the most wide-awake you have felt in quite some time. Your mind races with all the things that are wrong about the situation you find yourself in. You would laugh at how being on a billionaire’s floating sex boat is what made you feel this insecure if you weren’t feeling so pathetic.

You find your way off the boat with ease, pushing past people grinding on each other to get back to the dock so you can make your way to the safety of your bedroom. 

As you get to the house’s side door you hear a familiar voice calling out your name.

Turning around, you see Daichi running up the path you just took, before he stops next to you, out of breath. 

“Did you sprint all the way up here?” you ask him.

“Yeah…” he pants out in between breaths. “I wanted ... to catch you.”

“I told Oikawa I was going to bed, it’s been a long day and —,” you try to explain but he interrupts you. 

“Are you actually tired?”

You are fidgeting with your hands, not wanting to lie to him, “Well, not exactly...”

“Come somewhere with me.” It flows out of his mouth like a demand but you can see the question in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness. You look at him quizzically before he continues, “Don't worry, no one else is gonna be there.”

Your lips turn in a small smile at his statement, “Just us?”

He takes your hands, placing them both between his own and brings them to his lips, giving your knuckles a light kiss. He keeps them there when he replies, “Yes, just us. I promise.”

You think for a minute, and then give him a hesitant yes. 

His face lights up, “Okay, let's get some supplies.”

He takes your hand, pulling you into the kitchen, grabbing the snacks you like, and a nice chilled glass of water along with two glasses before motioning to a cupboard, telling you to grab the best blankets. 

When you rub the blankets on your skin to test which ones are softer, Daichi smirks at you. 

“Cute,” he says before making his way over to you, “but make sure you grab one of the big sturdy ones too.”

He grabs a basket for all the stuff and wraps you in one of the soft blankets before heading to the elevator that was tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.

“An elevator, really?” you grin at him, your earlier frustration easing away the more time you spend with him and his smile.

“To be fair, it was installed before we bought the house, but my grandma does use it a lot.”

The two of you ride the elevator to the top floor where Daichi starts running a hand along the wall looking for something. When a secret door pops open, he laughs at your shocked expression before motioning you to follow him inside.  

A hidden staircase leads the two of you up to the roof and you take in the sight of the grounds. You can see the race track where you spent your evening, the large yacht floating below filled with people still bumping away to the music, and the stars... You swear that you've never seen the stars shine so bright before. You can see them weaving patterns in the night sky, their stories unknown to you but you enjoy their beauty nonetheless.

When you look over at Daichi, his eyes are soft as they trace your features, and you love the way his gaze makes you feel.

He leads you out to a small section of the roof near the middle of the house where he lays the thick blanket on the ground, setting out the snacks and taking off his shoes before sitting down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him as you take off your shoes and join him.

The two of you sit together, eating snacks, sharing stories for a while, staring up at the night sky together, before he turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Let's play a game,” he proposes.

You look him over and nod, waiting for him to explain the game.

“It's easy, just ask me anything, whatever you need answered and I won't hold anything back.” He seems very confident, obviously wanting to make himself an open book after keeping this big secret from you. There are so many things you could ask, you don’t know where to start. 

You raise an eyebrow at him before asking, “What is the worst decision you've ever made?”

He rolls his head to look you in the eyes, before raising his eyebrows at you, “Going right for the hard-hitting questions then?”

“You said you'd answer Daichi, are you gonna take that back?” you say with a little smirk.

He thinks for a moment before replying. “Fine,” He says before rolling his eyes, “I let Bokuto give me a tattoo once when we were both drunk.”

He sees your quizzical eyes as you try to suppress your laughter, “It’s on my ass and it’s a smiley face. Stop laughing!”

You can't stop the laughter that comes from you as you imagine your big strong Daichi with a funky little tattoo on his ass cheek. You are wiping the tears out of your eyes as he takes his opportunity for revenge.

“Okay, my turn!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands together.

You have to stop laughing so hard so that you can retort, “Wait, wait, you never said that I would have to answer too!”

He smiles and shakes his head, laughing. “Yeah, I guess you're right. How about I get to ask you a question for every two questions you ask me? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

You look at him questioningly and you are very curious as to what Daichi would want to know about you so badly he’s willing to put himself on the line first. “Sounds fun,” you smile. 

“Good, what's your second question?”

“What were you talking about with that guy, Ushijima?”

He looks uncomfortable as he tries to think about how to answer you. “Well, he mostly just saw Oikawa's boat and wanted to annoy him,” he chuckles before continuing. “But he also wanted to talk about a deal that our fathers are trying to make to secure our family ties. It's something that we both are very against.”

His answer leaves you with more questions, “What do you mean, ‘family ties’?”

He smoothly switches from his uncomfortable state and offers you a coy smile, “Do you want that to be your next question, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at him you respond, “Ugh, no.”

“Okay, good because I really don't want to think about it. My turn then.” He thinks for a second before asking, “Do you think this,” he gestures into the air, “is too much for you? You know, the cars, boats, houses, money?”

You pause to gather your thoughts, staring up at the night sky again.

“I think that it's a lot to take in all at once,” you say slowly, calculating each word before it comes out of your mouth. “Especially the sex party boat,” you chuckle, “But I could get used to it.” You let the ‘for you’ hang in the air unspoken. 

He grabs your hand, looking up to the stars, “I’m glad. Okay, what's your next question?”

You don't want to ruin the mood and ask about the ‘family ties’ between his and Ushijima’s families, so instead, you choose a safer route. 

“What was it like growing up?”

He seems taken aback at first before a simple smile adorns his face, “My parents didn't love each other, not really. They had me, and then my brothers and sisters, but when times got hard they didn't support each other. They divorced pretty early in my life, I was still a kid when it happened.”

He pauses when you squeeze his hand in reassurance, but he's still smiling as he continues, “They split the companies between them, got us a nanny, and we bounced back and forth between houses every few months. I eventually just ended up as the caretaker for my siblings, making sure they didn't turn into spoiled brats.”

His laugh at the last part is so genuine it makes your heart flutter, but even so, his life has been far from perfect. “Wow, Daichi, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It wasn't that bad, I got to have a lot of fun.” He shakes off your concerned look before he gets to ask his question, “My turn again. What was it like for you growing up?”

You explain to him about your family dynamic, watching how his eyes seem to light up when you make jokes and then fall when you mention your hardships. He squeezes your hand like he never wants to let go when you finish telling him your stories, a playful smile returning to his lips before he tells you to ask your next set of questions. 

You think of what to ask next, and your face grows hot as your brain churns up a question that you have never talked about with Daichi before. 

Your tongue stumbles as the words flow from your mouth, “Have you had sex before?”

He tries to suppress his smile, “Yeah a few times, not with anyone really special though.”

Your lips part in surprise and you find yourself asking in a breathless tone, “What’s your number?”

Daichi leans closer to you, erasing the distance between your bodies as his hands move up the skin on your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Is that your next question?”

You're breathless, the heat from his fingers distracting you from the fire brewing inside you,  “Yeah, it is.”

Daichi’s lips are so close to your own you can feel his breath on your soft skin, his voice dipping an octave when he asks, “Why, do you want to be one of them?”

You clear your mind enough to retort back at him. “Is that your next question?” you say, brushing your nose against his teasingly.

“Yes,” he answers before his breath hitches in his throat as you move your hands to his thighs.

“You first,” you giggle as his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

He answers as quickly as possible, his words almost too fast to hear but his tone is so low it sends shockwaves straight to your core. “It’s four, Laney in high school, this girl Kay at a party, Hime my ex and then Jackie in college a year ago. Your turn.”

Your mind clouds with his scent as you bring your hands up to his chest. Why is he so hot when talking about other people he's fucked, and why aren't you more jealous? 

“I- uh, yeah. I would love to be your number five,” you stammer out. 

He smirks at you, both of you are very obviously in need of each other's touch, more than you were getting and you can't deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention like this. Something about Daichi makes you forget your sense of self, and his touch instantly sends your heart racing.

“Do you have any more questions, sweetheart?”

You nod, biting your lip, “Are you going to kiss me, Dai?”

He nods before his eyes search yours. The stars tonight are reflected in his dark irises and you swear that you could get lost in him if you looked long enough. 

Daichi moves closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace, and you savor the electricity that is simmering in the distance. It's enough to have your heart skip a beat before he closes the gap.

His lips meet yours and it's slow at first. His touch and kiss are reminiscent of the way that stars seemingly burn for eons until they can't take any more heat and explode in a fury of passion.

You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you, wanting to erase any remaining space between the two of you. You seemingly throw him off his balance as he almost falls on top of you. You can feel him smile into the kiss before he starts to reposition your body with his big, strong hands. 

Daichi sits back, before pulling your body into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist before continuing the kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you moan at the contact, allowing him access, while you snake your hands into his hair, giving his roots a slight tug to get him to kiss you harder.

More. You need more.

His hands move up your body from your hips with a slow drag of his fingertips up to your neck, cradling your head in his hands, angling your head to kiss you deeper. 

Your body burns at the contact with him, your soul reaching out for his through your kiss. Hearts melting and colliding into one supernova as your lips push and pull against each other. This heat that ignites within you that only he can seem to control, grows and grows until you feel like you're going to go insane if you don't touch him more soon. 

Grinding your hips down on him, you can feel how much he is enjoying this, and you can't help but smile when he lets out a small whine into your mouth. Kissing him harder you start to move your hips against his as he ruts up into you at the same time. The delicious friction you've been craving but it's not enough, you need more.

His mind must have melded with yours because he stops kissing you, pulling away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth until you let out a small gasp. 

“Pretty girl, tell me you want this,” he asks breathlessly.

You feel your cunt clench at his praise, needing more from him, needing everything. 

“Dai, I want all of you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, and his eyes take in the sight of you on top of him with the endless backdrop of stars above you. 

The look he's giving you melts any remaining pieces of your heart into a giant puddle, his eyes are soft and a small smile is on his lips as he whispers, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You rest your forehead on his, looking him in the eyes and reply, “me too.”

He smiles at you bigger and you can't imagine feeling any happier than you are right now, his eyes crinkle in happiness before he buries his face into your chest, wrapping around you and hugging you with a huge amount of strength. 

You let him hold you like that for a few seconds before the need growing in your stomach becomes unbearable.

You move your hands to cradle his head, pulling him from your chest so that you can look at him. His eyes are half-lidded looking up at you in awe, like he can’t believe that you're here with him on his lap.

“Daichi,” you practically purr, “please, fuck me.”

His eyes flutter at your words, and he bites his lip. He looks like he's fighting some sort of internal battle.

Before you can register his movement, the world is tilting on its axis, and your back is now on the soft blanket. His strong arms caging you under him and your legs are around his waist as he leans over you.

You can see why he was staring up at you earlier, he looks heavenly with the night sky as his backdrop. The soft glow from the house illuminating his features and he looks beautiful and so fucking sexy. 

His eyes land on your lips and you watch as one corner of his mouth tilts up in satisfaction at your reaction to him. 

“Aw, my girl thinks I'm sexy,” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours as he taunts you.

You can't believe you said that out loud, but it's true so you nod, worried what else will come out of your mouth if you choose to open it. 

He leans down so that he is right next to your ear and he growls, “I think she’s fucking sexy too.” 

He gives your earlobe a small nip before he starts kissing your neck. You turn your head, giving him more room, and he takes full advantage of it, tracing his tongue along your pulse before moving his lips against your skin. His lips search your neck until he finds that spot that makes you gasp, and then he focuses all his attention there, biting it lightly before his tongue swipes away the sting. 

You moan for him, moving your hand to his hair, gathering some between your fingers before he sucks hard. Your hips jut up, grinding on him in pleasure, and both of you moan into each other as your clothed cunt brushes against his hard cock.

“I’ve been so fucking hard for you since our kiss earlier.” His mouth kisses down to your shoulder which is still covered by your sweater. “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”

His hands make their way under your sweater and over the skin of your stomach, before teasing your nipples through your bra and you let out a gasp when he gives one of them a squeeze, a warning for you not answering him.

“I asked you a question, answer me,” he says in a stern voice that sends shivers down your spine and makes your eyes flutter.

Your mind tries to calculate a response, as the assault on your nipples increases, sending shocks of pleasure right to your core.

Unable to focus on anything but how his fingers feel on your skin as he trails a hand down your body, “your fingers, please” you moan out for him.

He leans back and pushes your skirt up around your hips before he starts to tease his fingers along the cloth covering your core. 

His gaze on you makes you want to cover yourself up, but when you move to close your legs, his hand grabs your knee and pushes you back open for him.

He uses both of his hands to pull your underwear down, staring at the string of slick that connects them and your soaked folds. He tosses them somewhere over his shoulder, before taking in the sight before him. The cold night air meets your warm cunt and sends shivers up your spine, but the cold is quickly replaced with the heat of Daichi’s warm hands on your thighs.

“God, you're beautiful,” he groans, as he watches your cunt flutter around nothing at the depth of his voice. Fingers moving back to your slit, teasing your folds before he moves his fingers up to circle your clit.

You let out a gasp when he finally touches you where you've been needing him. Your hips jut up in search of more contact. 

He teases his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. You can feel how wet you are and it makes your face heat up but he feels so good inside you, you don't care.

He thrusts his finger into you a few times before adding a second, watching your face morph into pleasured bliss before focusing his attention on the way your walls are trying to suck him inside.

Your hands move to your chest, kneading the flesh there as he increases his pace, finger-fucking you until he finds the spot that makes you scream.

The pleasure in your body continues to build as he focuses all his attention on that one spot. Your nerves are all on fire and you can feel the building pressure, just waiting to be released. Daichi is making you feel so alive, his fingers working magic on your body, weaving their way into your soul and imprinting his mark there where it can never leave.

All of the muscles in your body tense and you hear Daichi say, “cum for me,” before the coil inside you snaps and your body convulses in pleasure, singing out his name in praise as he sends you to the stars. His voice and fingers still work you over, sending more pleasure into your system before you feel yourself gush around his fingers, your body almost folding in on itself as you grab at his wrist to hold him still inside of you. 

Your breath comes out in short bursts as you relax onto the blanket with him still kneeling between your legs. When you look up at him, he has the cockiest smile on his face, obviously proud of himself.

You weakly smile and nod at him, hoping that he understands that he just sent you into orbit before you stretch out your hands for him. 

He reaches out, and you pull him down on top of you. You kiss him roughly and he eagerly ruts his hips into you, moaning into your mouth when he can feel your wetness seeping through his pants.

You reach down between your bodies, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You try to get to his cock, but with the angle you're at and his boxers getting in the way, you can't seem to reach, and you let out a small whine. 

Daichi seems to understand, and he pushes his pants and boxers down past his thighs, giving you the perfect view of his cock. 

It makes your mouth water and you want to taste him so bad. Your hands move to stroke him, gathering the precum that leaks onto your fingers before you pop them into your mouth, lapping up the flavor eagerly.

You moan at the taste, sucking on your fingers, wishing they were his cock. You vow to yourself to take him down your throat and have him at your mercy before the end of this trip.

Daichi’s hand pumps his shaft a few times before he runs the tip through your folds, gathering your slick, before circling your clit with the head of his cock. 

You moan at how thick and heavy he feels against your soft folds. “Please Dai. I need you so bad, please, fuck me.”

He lets out a groan. “When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

He lets go of his cock, and moves his hands up to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together before his lips connect to yours in a hungry kiss. He holds eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips into position as the head of his cock slowly presses into you.

You watch him bite his lip as he fights the urge to buck into you, his half-lidded eyes concentrating on your face, watching your mouth form into a beautiful ‘o’ and your eyes flutter as he pushes more of himself inside you. 

When his hips are flush against yours, he stills, wanting to give you time to get used to his girth. He can't help but savor the way your walls are squeezing him and sucking him into you. You give him a slow nod before he starts moving again, slowly pulling out of you and before pushing back in with more power.

You can't help but dig your nails into the back of his hands, forming crescent-shaped indents. The way his cock hits all of the spots inside of you perfectly has you questioning if this is a dream, but the way he sounds and looks as he moves above you is something so hot that your brain could never imagine it this perfectly.

His lips scatter kisses along your jaw until he's at your neck again, savoring the feel of your still tender flesh against his tongue. He’s taking his time focusing on leaving his mark at the top of your collarbone, sucking and nipping at your skin.

His head falls to your shoulder and his breath turns uneven as he pants out, “if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last,” in between thrusts.

You aren't going to last either, the coil in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping again.

“Da-Daddy,” you moan, completely lost in your pleasure.

He pauses above you with his cock still fully sheathed in your dripping cunt, his head snapping up off your shoulder to look into your eyes, his brow furrowing. “What did you just call me?”

It takes a second for your mind to process what you just said. His hips being completely still as his cock continues to stretch you is not helping your brain processes. 

And then it hits you, why did you just say that, oh no. “I’m sorry it slipped out — I’m so —” you panic, stopping when you realize he is shaking his head with a gleam in his eyes you haven’t seen before.

Daichi angles his hips before thrusting into you at an even harder and rougher pace. “Say it again,” he commands, each word accentuated by a heavy thrust.

You bite your lip as the pleasure takes over you once again as he pounds into you. The sheer strength he has is evident in the power behind each thrust.

You can't help yourself when you start babbling out a mixture of his name and new nickname, the two words becoming interchangeable on your tongue and streaming together. 

Daichi releases your hands so that he can get a better grip on your hips, pounding into you without abandon. His eyes go dark as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt, so soft and pliant and warm all around him. All his.

He can feel you tensing around him, squeezing his soul out of his body as his cock begs for release.

He speaks through his teeth as his whole body is clenching, hold out his orgasm for you, "Fucking cum on my cock baby girl. I need to feel it."

He lets out a primal growl as you feel the pressure inside you release as your pussy milks his cock. Your orgasm crashing through you, forcing you to grip onto his strong shoulders, leaving dark circles that will eventually turn into bruises into his perfect skin. 

You cry out for him, chanting his name as your vision clouds over, and you swear you can see the universe unfolding and refolding in on itself as your body is propelled through time and space.

Your mind is hazy as your muscles twitch. Daichi is still pounding into you, babbling about how much of a good girl you are and how much he's going to fill you up, claim you as his. 

Your body is still shaking with pleasure when you feel Daichi’s thrusts start to waver, your pulsating walls still pulling him even deeper until he lets out a moan of your name above you. His eyes lock with yours as he spills his cum inside you, filling you up completely until it seeps out around his cock.

You both are panting as Daichi leans down to kiss you, his soft lips a stark contrast to the pounding your cunt just received. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his weight on top of you and keeping him sheathed inside you. 

The stars shine down on you in their infinite beauty and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with him, breathing in his scent, the two of your souls merged into one, with your breathing in sync. All you need is him, you think, only him and you could be happy forever.

Daichi wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He looks down at your sleeping form on his chest and debates on whether or not he should move you to turn the assault of buzzing off. 

When his phone quiets down, he lets out a small sigh of relief.

After last night on the roof, the two of you managed to sneak to his room without anyone seeing you. Kuroo and Bokuto almost caught the two of you, but with women on each of their arms, they were a little too preoccupied trying to navigate through the mansion to pay attention to you and Daichi hiding in the shadows, giggling at their antics. 

After the two of you got cleaned up, you both got comfortable under the covers, talking the night away, exchanging small kisses and playful jabs before you fell asleep on his chest.

He looks back down at you, and you look so cute sleeping in one of his shirts, the little bit of drool pooling on his chest is adorable and he wishes his phone was closer so he could take a photo.

The incessant buzzing starts again and he lets out a small curse. 

Whoever is calling him must really need him. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your shampoo before he very slowly moves your sleeping body off him.

He grabs his phone off the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, not wanting to disturb your sleep with whatever this phone call is.

Finally looking down at the caller ID, he wishes he would have just thrown his phone out the window but nevertheless, he answers after letting out a big sigh. 

“Dad, what do you need?”

His father talks to him through the phone before Daichi has heard enough. He says one phrase to his dad before hanging up the phone and turning his phone off and slamming it on the counter.

“Drop it, I am not meeting with Hime.”

the blonde sitting on issei’s lap? that was me uwu

who wants a part 2? i couldnt finish the other half in time for the deadline🙏 please forgive me 

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