“I don’t know,” says Tanaka. It’s hard to sound skeptical with Suga’s chin resting on his shoulder and warm hands pushing up under his shirt, but he does his best.
“Just try it,” says Daichi, from a few feet away on the bed. He looks amused, like Tanaka is refusing to eat his vegetables instead of hesitating to become even more of a sexual deviant than he is already.
Suga reaches up to scruff a hand over Tanaka’s buzzcut, kissing his ear and his cheek and the corner of his mouth. It’s a dirty trick, but Suga specializes in those. Tanaka can feel himself inching toward defeat.
“It’s just--it’s not that cool!” he says in a rush, face heating up. “Saying something like that--”
“I’m sorry,” says Suga. He definitely isn’t. “Something like what?”
Tanaka makes a frustrated noise, and Suga’s hand wanders down toward the front of his shorts, lazily palming at Tanaka’s dick like they have all the time in the world. They don’t, and that’s what gets Tanaka to finally say it.
“Daddy,” he mutters, glancing off to the side and scowling.
Suga actually laughs, pressing his face into Tanaka’s shoulder to muffle the sound. Tanaka’s ears feel hot. This is a terrible idea.
“Oi!”
“Sorry,” Suga repeats, more contritely this time. He drags the heel of his hand down over Tanaka’s dick, curling a hand around him through the fabric and tugging roughly. “You sound good.”
Suga is probably lying, but his voice sounds so warm and approving that Tanaka is willing to let it go. After a few more seconds, he takes his hand away, kissing Tanaka’s cheek one last time and then shoving him gently toward Daichi on the bed.
For maybe the first time ever, Daichi relieves Tanaka of his shirt before he can take it off himself. Once the shirt is gone, Daichi curls a hand around the back of Tanaka’s neck and hauls him in for a kiss, tongue swiping across the slick inside of Tanaka’s lower lip.
It’s a tight fit, but Suga climbs up onto the bed along with them. Daichi backs off, and the two of them maneuver Tanaka up against the headboard and push his legs apart.
“How do you want it?” asks Suga, once Tanaka is positioned to their liking. He tugs Tanaka’s shorts down far enough to get his cock out and wraps one hand loosely around the base. “Want me to suck you off?”
Tanaka will never get over how conversationally he’s able to say these things.
“Yes,” he replies, even though he knows it won’t be enough. Suga’s expectant look confirms his suspicions. “Daddy,” he adds, testing out the word in his mouth, trying not to sound as embarrassed about it as before.
“Good,” says Suga, and Tanaka feels it all the way down to his toes.
He strokes Tanaka’s dick a few times and bends forward to lick right up underneath the head, holding his hips down when they try to jerk upward. Daichi stops rummaging around in the bedside drawer for a second to watch them, reaching a hand out to ruffle Suga’s hair.
Suga hooks his arm underneath Tanaka’s thigh to hold him still better and keeps licking, presses his lips against the base and drags his tongue all the way up. Then his hot wet mouth is sinking down onto Tanaka’s dick, sucking him in, and there’s a hand on his balls and he’s going to die. Come and then die.
“Fuck,” Tanaka says as Suga pushes his tongue up against the slit. He looks completely focused on what he’s doing when Tanaka can get his eyes open far enough to watch him, eyes lowered and jaw stretched wide, excess spit smeared down his chin.
The bed shifts as Daichi shuts the bedside drawer and crawls closer, putting the lube aside for a second in favor of getting his hand in Suga’s hair again. This time he threads his fingers tightly through it and pushes Suga’s head further down, until he’s inhaling harsh little breaths through his nose and his throat is contracting desperately.
It feels so good Tanaka could pass out, but he’s a little bit worried that he’s going to come like this and accidentally choke Suga to death or something. Before that can happen, Daichi lets him back up, knuckles bumping fondly against Suga’s flushed cheek as he catches his breath.
Suga grins at him and shifts over, making room for Daichi to take his place. He gets right back to it in his new position, fitting his mouth over the head and licking up the precum drooling out as Daichi carefully spreads Tanaka open and presses two slicked-up fingers against his asshole.
Tanaka throws a forearm over his eyes, trying not to squirm too much or think too hard about the heat of Suga’s tongue or Daichi’s fingers circling around him.
Finally, Daichi presses one all the way inside, and Tanaka lets out a noise from between clenched teeth.
“Like that?” Daichi asks. With his free hand, he reaches forward to tug Tanaka’s arm away from his face.
Tanaka tries to glare, but he forgets about that when Daichi adds another finger and starts fucking him in fluid, continuous motions, thumb rubbing against the side of Tanaka’s balls every time he pushes in.
“How should I do it?” Daichi asks, once Tanaka starts moaning in earnest. He keeps his fingers buried inside but stills their movement, nudging at Suga until he glances up and lets Tanaka’s dick slip out of his mouth. It looks so shiny and pink and inviting that Tanaka’s hips give a final, pitiful jerk up towards it.
“On his back, like this,” says Suga. He rubs a palm across Tanaka’s abs, right above where his cock lies flushed and stiff against his stomach. “Wanna watch him leak all over himself while you fuck him.”
His tone is the same as when he talks strategy during practice, and Tanaka doesn’t know why that’s so fucking hot but it is and he’s going to die.
“Sound good?” Daichi asks, shifting his gaze to Tanaka.
“Yeah,” he replies, but it comes out as more of a gasp than a word, so he nods fast and hard to make sure there’s no confusion.
Daichi gets more lube on his cock, holding Tanaka’s thighs open with his hands as he starts pushing himself inside. He’s way thicker than the fingers had been, and the stretch is kind of intense even though he moves achingly slow. Tanaka reaches down to wrap a hand around himself, but Suga smacks it away before he can get anywhere near.
He’d expected as much, but the frustration is still enough to make his eyes sting.
“Suga,” he says plaintively. “Let me--”
“But you’re doing so well,” Suga says, voice soft. “Taking him all the way in like that, you’re such a good boy.”
Tanaka inhales sharply and clenches his hands up into fists to keep from touching, body tensing around Daichi until he forces himself to relax again. Suga lets out a breathless laugh and squeezes himself through his boxers, already tented at the front.
“Good boy,” he repeats as Tanaka reaches out. He pushes his boxers down his legs and guides Tanaka’s hand to wrap around him.
Daichi starts pulling back out for the first thrust, still way too slow, and Tanaka groans. He’s probably giving Suga the world’s shittiest handjob but he doesn’t have it in him to do better, not when he’s been so close for so long.
“Harder,” he pleads, barely paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. “Daddy, harder--”
Daichi’s fingers bite into Tanaka’s thighs hard enough to bruise as he holds him open, hips snapping forward with enough force to make Tanaka swear and arch up off the bed. The hand on Suga’s dick is pretty much useless by now, rhythm sloppy and stuttering. Suga gently pushes it away and starts jerking himself off instead.
“C’mon,” he urges, breath coming fast and shaky as he watches Daichi’s cock disappear in and out of Tanaka. “Say it again for me.”
“Daddy,” says Tanaka, voice cracking as Daichi shoves in again and finally, finally, wraps a hand around his dick. “Daddy, please, daddy--”
He’s not entirely sure whether he’s talking to Daichi or Suga or both of them at once, but it only takes one more deep thrust for him to come all over Daichi’s hand with an embarrassingly needy sound.
Daichi pulls out once Tanaka goes all loose and pliant, finishing himself off with a few tight strokes and aiming for Tanaka’s flushed chest, still rising and falling quickly.
Afterwards, Daichi and Tanaka both look at Suga. He’s biting his lip hard, expression almost pained as he works over himself until Daichi shuffles over Tanaka’s prone body to finish him off. Tanaka angles his face up toward them, sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes because he knows Suga likes doing this. Honestly, he likes it too.
Suga makes this cute gasping noise when he comes, keeping his eyes open so he can watch it land in Tanaka’s mouth and stripe across his cheek. Tanaka licks up what he can and lets Suga drag his thumb through the remaining mess, even though he’s going to need a towel very soon.
“So good,” says Suga, voice warm and affectionate. Daichi hums in agreement, and Tanaka feels a wave of contentment wash over him.
FILL: "make you say my name" (daichi/suga/tanaka, daddy kink)
“Just try it,” says Daichi, from a few feet away on the bed. He looks amused, like Tanaka is refusing to eat his vegetables instead of hesitating to become even more of a sexual deviant than he is already.
Suga reaches up to scruff a hand over Tanaka’s buzzcut, kissing his ear and his cheek and the corner of his mouth. It’s a dirty trick, but Suga specializes in those. Tanaka can feel himself inching toward defeat.
“It’s just--it’s not that cool!” he says in a rush, face heating up. “Saying something like that--”
“I’m sorry,” says Suga. He definitely isn’t. “Something like what?”
Tanaka makes a frustrated noise, and Suga’s hand wanders down toward the front of his shorts, lazily palming at Tanaka’s dick like they have all the time in the world. They don’t, and that’s what gets Tanaka to finally say it.
“Daddy,” he mutters, glancing off to the side and scowling.
Suga actually laughs, pressing his face into Tanaka’s shoulder to muffle the sound. Tanaka’s ears feel hot. This is a terrible idea.
“Oi!”
“Sorry,” Suga repeats, more contritely this time. He drags the heel of his hand down over Tanaka’s dick, curling a hand around him through the fabric and tugging roughly. “You sound good.”
Suga is probably lying, but his voice sounds so warm and approving that Tanaka is willing to let it go. After a few more seconds, he takes his hand away, kissing Tanaka’s cheek one last time and then shoving him gently toward Daichi on the bed.
For maybe the first time ever, Daichi relieves Tanaka of his shirt before he can take it off himself. Once the shirt is gone, Daichi curls a hand around the back of Tanaka’s neck and hauls him in for a kiss, tongue swiping across the slick inside of Tanaka’s lower lip.
It’s a tight fit, but Suga climbs up onto the bed along with them. Daichi backs off, and the two of them maneuver Tanaka up against the headboard and push his legs apart.
“How do you want it?” asks Suga, once Tanaka is positioned to their liking. He tugs Tanaka’s shorts down far enough to get his cock out and wraps one hand loosely around the base. “Want me to suck you off?”
Tanaka will never get over how conversationally he’s able to say these things.
“Yes,” he replies, even though he knows it won’t be enough. Suga’s expectant look confirms his suspicions. “Daddy,” he adds, testing out the word in his mouth, trying not to sound as embarrassed about it as before.
“Good,” says Suga, and Tanaka feels it all the way down to his toes.
He strokes Tanaka’s dick a few times and bends forward to lick right up underneath the head, holding his hips down when they try to jerk upward. Daichi stops rummaging around in the bedside drawer for a second to watch them, reaching a hand out to ruffle Suga’s hair.
Suga hooks his arm underneath Tanaka’s thigh to hold him still better and keeps licking, presses his lips against the base and drags his tongue all the way up. Then his hot wet mouth is sinking down onto Tanaka’s dick, sucking him in, and there’s a hand on his balls and he’s going to die. Come and then die.
“Fuck,” Tanaka says as Suga pushes his tongue up against the slit. He looks completely focused on what he’s doing when Tanaka can get his eyes open far enough to watch him, eyes lowered and jaw stretched wide, excess spit smeared down his chin.
The bed shifts as Daichi shuts the bedside drawer and crawls closer, putting the lube aside for a second in favor of getting his hand in Suga’s hair again. This time he threads his fingers tightly through it and pushes Suga’s head further down, until he’s inhaling harsh little breaths through his nose and his throat is contracting desperately.
It feels so good Tanaka could pass out, but he’s a little bit worried that he’s going to come like this and accidentally choke Suga to death or something. Before that can happen, Daichi lets him back up, knuckles bumping fondly against Suga’s flushed cheek as he catches his breath.
Suga grins at him and shifts over, making room for Daichi to take his place. He gets right back to it in his new position, fitting his mouth over the head and licking up the precum drooling out as Daichi carefully spreads Tanaka open and presses two slicked-up fingers against his asshole.
Tanaka throws a forearm over his eyes, trying not to squirm too much or think too hard about the heat of Suga’s tongue or Daichi’s fingers circling around him.
Finally, Daichi presses one all the way inside, and Tanaka lets out a noise from between clenched teeth.
“Like that?” Daichi asks. With his free hand, he reaches forward to tug Tanaka’s arm away from his face.
Tanaka tries to glare, but he forgets about that when Daichi adds another finger and starts fucking him in fluid, continuous motions, thumb rubbing against the side of Tanaka’s balls every time he pushes in.
“How should I do it?” Daichi asks, once Tanaka starts moaning in earnest. He keeps his fingers buried inside but stills their movement, nudging at Suga until he glances up and lets Tanaka’s dick slip out of his mouth. It looks so shiny and pink and inviting that Tanaka’s hips give a final, pitiful jerk up towards it.
“On his back, like this,” says Suga. He rubs a palm across Tanaka’s abs, right above where his cock lies flushed and stiff against his stomach. “Wanna watch him leak all over himself while you fuck him.”
His tone is the same as when he talks strategy during practice, and Tanaka doesn’t know why that’s so fucking hot but it is and he’s going to die.
“Sound good?” Daichi asks, shifting his gaze to Tanaka.
“Yeah,” he replies, but it comes out as more of a gasp than a word, so he nods fast and hard to make sure there’s no confusion.
Daichi gets more lube on his cock, holding Tanaka’s thighs open with his hands as he starts pushing himself inside. He’s way thicker than the fingers had been, and the stretch is kind of intense even though he moves achingly slow. Tanaka reaches down to wrap a hand around himself, but Suga smacks it away before he can get anywhere near.
He’d expected as much, but the frustration is still enough to make his eyes sting.
“Suga,” he says plaintively. “Let me--”
“But you’re doing so well,” Suga says, voice soft. “Taking him all the way in like that, you’re such a good boy.”
Tanaka inhales sharply and clenches his hands up into fists to keep from touching, body tensing around Daichi until he forces himself to relax again. Suga lets out a breathless laugh and squeezes himself through his boxers, already tented at the front.
“Good boy,” he repeats as Tanaka reaches out. He pushes his boxers down his legs and guides Tanaka’s hand to wrap around him.
Daichi starts pulling back out for the first thrust, still way too slow, and Tanaka groans. He’s probably giving Suga the world’s shittiest handjob but he doesn’t have it in him to do better, not when he’s been so close for so long.
“Harder,” he pleads, barely paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth. “Daddy, harder--”
Daichi’s fingers bite into Tanaka’s thighs hard enough to bruise as he holds him open, hips snapping forward with enough force to make Tanaka swear and arch up off the bed. The hand on Suga’s dick is pretty much useless by now, rhythm sloppy and stuttering. Suga gently pushes it away and starts jerking himself off instead.
“C’mon,” he urges, breath coming fast and shaky as he watches Daichi’s cock disappear in and out of Tanaka. “Say it again for me.”
“Daddy,” says Tanaka, voice cracking as Daichi shoves in again and finally, finally, wraps a hand around his dick. “Daddy, please, daddy--”
He’s not entirely sure whether he’s talking to Daichi or Suga or both of them at once, but it only takes one more deep thrust for him to come all over Daichi’s hand with an embarrassingly needy sound.
Daichi pulls out once Tanaka goes all loose and pliant, finishing himself off with a few tight strokes and aiming for Tanaka’s flushed chest, still rising and falling quickly.
Afterwards, Daichi and Tanaka both look at Suga. He’s biting his lip hard, expression almost pained as he works over himself until Daichi shuffles over Tanaka’s prone body to finish him off. Tanaka angles his face up toward them, sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes because he knows Suga likes doing this. Honestly, he likes it too.
Suga makes this cute gasping noise when he comes, keeping his eyes open so he can watch it land in Tanaka’s mouth and stripe across his cheek. Tanaka licks up what he can and lets Suga drag his thumb through the remaining mess, even though he’s going to need a towel very soon.
“So good,” says Suga, voice warm and affectionate. Daichi hums in agreement, and Tanaka feels a wave of contentment wash over him.