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dyeher · 5 months

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Third Offense | HAIKYUU

includes: daichi sawamura x fem! reader warnings: age gap [legal], anal, creampie, breeding, fem nicnknames [princess] and pronouns [her, she], daddy kink, overstimulation, incorrect use of panties, handcuffs, dirty talk. summary: your third offense lands you behind bars.

Daichi fucks you with your cheek squished into the bar of the cell. Your lips parted, drool staining your chin and your eyes rolled into the back of your head; he fucks you like you’ve wronged him. Briefly, in the minutes before his cock presses against that one spot inside of you that makes your brain shut down, you wonder if he treats everyone who sees the inside of this cell that way.

As if it’s not bad enough, it’s a Friday night. The station is busy with drunkards and reckless teens being dragged in almost routinely. Phones are ringing off the hook, the bustling sounds of Miyagi’s Police Station are the only things drowning out your hiccuping. Your pathetic hiccuping.

“If you get any louder they’ll come down here wondering what the fuck is going on princess,” Daichi coos. “And then, they’ll find you here, crying on my cock, almost making a mess of my pants with the way you’re fucking creaming,” he pauses- not his thrusts, his speech- to take a breath and glance down at the place where your bodies meet, “God,” he groans. “Look at your little princess cunt, so fucking messy for daddy.”

You want to reply, you want to say yes, you want to tell him it’s all for him. But there are thick fingers pressing onto your tongue. Fingers that go deeper with the force of each of his thrusts. More than once he’s had to pull them back when you gag obnoxiously around them.

Daichi has stripped you. Tugged your dress free from your body, ripped your panties so they’re hanging off your hip as he plows into you. They sway with the rocking of your body, almost the same way your tits are bouncing, rubbing against the cold metal of the cell door. If only you weren’t completely out of it. If only you could tell him to go slower, to be gentler but your cunt squeezes around him mindlessly, gushing another round of cum as your nth orgasm washes through you.

He cums too. You know because you can feel the brief pain as the fat head of his cock breaches the entrance to your cervix and empties yet another load of his hot cum into it. You try to make a sound of pleasure around his fingers but only succeed in drooling more.

“Good girl,” he grunts as he lets his weight fall against you. The downside to having your hands cuffed together on the outside of the cell is that you can’t support yourself. Not that you’d be able to anyway. You’re trembling too hard, a result of being fucked standing up. Daichi pulls his fingers free from your mouth and chuckles when you take a harsh breath. “Your little pussy did so well, princess. Daddy’s so proud of it.”

You don’t expect the hand that was in your mouth to snake down to your cunt. You don’t expect the slap that lands against your swollen clit. So you wail, a broken sound that makes Daichi’s cock throb. You slump, knees buckling under the weight of your exhaustion but Daichi isn’t done with you yet. He wraps an arm around you to support you and hoists one of your legs up to the bar running horizontally through the others. Spreading you out for him, giving him access to the important parts of you, the parts that matter right now.

“I think I’m done with your pussy for tonight,” he huffs. “I think it’s nice and full, there’s no room for daddy’s cum in there anymore.”

He pulls his cock free, bending to watch as his thick cum begins to ooze out of you. With a dissatisfied huff, he smacks at it. The sticky strands of your mixed arousal connect him to you for a little bit. “Naughty little cunt, trying to get rid of my cum.”

He straightens to wrap his hand around your throat and silence your sob. He kisses roughly at the side of your forehead before bringing his lips to your ear to growl. “Thought you wanted me to put a baby in you. Hm? Your little cunt isn’t being very agreeable, princess.”

He lets go with a shove mumbling under his breath about common whores who won’t behave as he tears your underwear the rest of the way off. You glance down when he squats between your legs, and a split second before he does it you realize his intentions. You squirm when he stuffs the torn piece of cloth into your hole.

“Dai- daddy,” you whine, the feeling is foreign and uncomfortable, making you wiggle your hips in consternation.

“Shh,” he gently turns your head to face him, a small smile forming on his face when he takes in your running mascara and horribly smudged lipstick. “Don’t worry, daddy knows what he’s doing. You want to keep his cum inside right? Want to give daddy a baby?”

He kisses you softly when you nod dumbly, taking his time to coax your lips and tongue with his own. It’s a mind-melting kiss that once more reduces you to a brainless set of holes, so much so you don’t feel when he rubs the thick of his cock along your exposed asshole. Barely feel when he presses one thick finger into it. It’s not the first time Daichi has fucked your other hole but there’s usually far more prep involved before he can even attempt to fit in there.

Tonight though, it’s clear he’s a little upset about what you’ve gotten yourself into. About the fact that he’s been forced to arrest you for something he’d warned you about several times before. He doesn’t stop kissing you until the head of his cock presses against the puckered hole. He’s still soaked in your cum and he’s too impatient to provide more prep. He pulls away from your mouth then, dragging the hand around your waist up to squeeze at your breasts and pinch at your nipples.

“Relax, princess,” he pleads, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Let me get in there.” He peppers kisses along your exposed skin, sucking and nipping into your neck until you relax enough for the head to pop in. You squeal; an adorable sound that has Daichi’s eyes squeezing shut as he forces himself not to cum again.

He’s incredibly overstimulated. His cock raw and pulsing but he needs to fill you with cum. He needs to fill every hole in your body. Every crevice that can collect liquid, he needs to douse your inside in him. It’s what you deserve. To be treated like a cum jar. A cum dump. A fleshlight. A toy. And Daichi doesn’t care if he fucks himself dumb doing it but he will use you.

His hand slides down your tummy and thick fingers nestle themselves on either side of your clit, they scissor against your puffy lips, spreading them apart and smearing the mess around. You keen when he uses your relaxed state as an opportunity to slip his cock the rest of the way in.

“There we go,” he chuckles. “There you are.” He takes a moment to appreciate the way you have to stretch to accommodate him, and then at the velveteen walls that massage the veins on either side of his cock. When he pulls out you both groan at the obscene squelch.

“Fu-fuck,” you whimper, fingers flexing as they scramble for something to hold on to. There is nothing though. Not when they’re outstretched in front of you. “Please- plea-“

“Please what Princess?” he uses his thumb to press the head back into you. The fit is so tight, so deliciously perfect that Daichi loses his sense of awareness for a little bit. Forgets where he is, his vision going white at the burn from how tight you are, the sound of his blood roaring in his ears deafens him. He has to stay frozen, one hand on your hip as he regains his bearings.

“Fuck me,” you slur. “Fuck my little hole.”

“Oh God,” your words snap something inside of him, as though he wasn’t already spiraling from the number of times he’d stuffed your cunt with his cum he’s suddenly overcome with the need to fucking ruin your little ass. So, he does.

A big palm pressing your face into the frigid bars, he rams into you. His pace is unforgiving even to him. You’re both moaning and panting and groaning; broken, breathy, dizzying sounds that spur each other on. Daichi mutters filth into your ear and you agree with dumb little ‘uh huh’s and ‘yes daddy’s because that’s all you can manage to say. When he cums into your ass you cry, you sob and tremble so badly that Daichi can barely catch you before you’re straining yourself on the weight of your cuffs.

You’re both sweaty and disgusting but, Daichi doesn’t give you the opportunity to freshen up before he takes you home. When Sugawara opens the front door, there’s a tense moment of silence while he takes in your disheveled form and ruined make-up. He gives Daichi a calculating look, one that Daichi recognizes all too well.

“Thank you, Daichi-san,” Sugawara sighs. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t looking out for her.”

“It’s never a problem Suga.”

“You-” Sugawara glares in your direction, “-get in the house. Get cleaned up. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

You’re about to protest, about to tell your father that there’s nothing to talk about, that you’re a fucking adult even if you are still living with him but, the subtle clearing of Daichi’s throat paralyzes you.

“Goodnight daddy,” you huff. You don’t wait for a reply, scurrying into the house and away from both men. Daichi bites his tongue when he realizes that you’ve only given one goodbye. He almost calls you a brat as you storm off but Suga doesn’t seem to catch on to the way daddy addresses them both.

“Sometimes, I think you’d be a much better father to her than I am,” Suga sighs.

Daichi chuckles, ‘“You’re an amazing father Suga, she’s just a little attention hungry.”

“I can’t afford to keep bailing her out every other week!”

“As long as I’m at the precinct, she’ll be fine,” Daichi reassures him.

“This is her third offense,” Suga frowns. “You can’t protect her forever, and it might cost you your job.”

It’s actually your sixth offense, the other three times he’d just never been able to make it to the station before you’d finally goaded him into fucking you in the back seat of the cruiser. Belatedly, Daichi recognizes that he may have encouraged this behavior by giving you the attention you were asking for, he recognizes that he may have created a monster. He doesn't care though, if there’s one thing he’s good at it’s breaking brats.

“It’s fine Suga,” Daichi smiles. “We can fix this, we’ll just have to work on her together.”

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kaitsawamura · 17 days

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-> somebody come get her (she's dancing like a stripper)

-> SUMMARY

You have bills to pay. That's the only thing on your mind when you go in for your shift at the strip club. The only thing on your mind until you see Daichi.

Daichi doesn't expect to find you, the girl of his dreams, at the strip club. In fact, he's 99% certain he shouldn't be here. But now he can't stop thinking of all the things he'd let you do to him.

Will your mutual attraction pay off for the both of you?

-> STATS

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Stripper!Reader (get that bread!)

Rating: M for Mature, MDNI

Warnings: My take on a corruption kink except Daichi's the one getting corrupted

Tags: Corruption, strangers to lovers, smut I tell you, filthy filthy smut with my husband, strip club au, oral (m receiving), p in v, creampie, a bit of choking (like a tiny bit), hair pulling, nasty nasty f*cking with my husband, sex in public (sorta, it's in a public restroom), a little dominant confident Reader (if I missed anything y'all can let me know in the DM's)

Word Count: 6.3K

Author's Note: I knew the moment I saw Mint's post . : HERE : . that I had to write something about it. They obligingly gave me the go ahead to be inspired so off I went a-writing. Obviously, this might be considered mild corruption by some but to me? This was like I went into a blackout and woke up not knowing what year it was. So, here you go, enjoy some nasty filthy smut with my love!

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“Rent’s due on Monday,” your roommate reminds you, concern masked with sympathy clear on her face. She’s not trying to be mean or overbearing but damn it, the stress of the situation makes you want to snark back. But you don’t.

“Do you have your half?” She nods. You nod back decisively. “I’m working tonight. Fridays are good days to work. It’s my first one without shadowing anyone. I’ll have the rest of my half in tips, don’t worry.” Her face brightens as she pours herself a glass of orange juice, sunlight streaming in the kitchen window of the tiny two-bedroom apartment you share with her.

“Thank god. The landlord’s being an ass again. We’ve been late one time. I have half a mind to give him a list of all the things wrong in this shithole instead of the check.” You roll your eyes conspiratorially but in reality, you don’t know if you’ll make your half in tips or not. Maybe your boss will give you an advance. You’ll talk to him tonight. He was surprisingly reasonable so the odds were at least in your favor.

Either way, you’ll get the money. You just hope you’ll be able to put the nervous energy thrumming through your veins to good use.

Daichi Sawamura should not have come here tonight. The guys in the office had convinced him, said there was a new pretty girl who was exactly his type. But this place was not the sort he was used to coming to. It wasn’t that this establishment was a bad one or that he had any problem with it; people had to make money how they could. Empowerment and autonomy and all that. It was more that he felt a little inadequate if he was being completely honest with himself. He wouldn’t know what to do with someone from here. He was used to good girls, the ones who had a routine and didn’t like anything too kinky. Which was also fine. But there were things he wanted to try, had a suspicion he would like that he just couldn’t ask of anyone he’d been with. He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing the conversation he was having completely in his head was stressing him out.

“Dai, bro, just relax. She’s pretty. You better tip her good but you don’t have to talk to anyone but me and the bartender if you don’t want to. Just enjoy the show.” Kuroo smirks at his friend; it has been a long week. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve to wind down. Part of him just wishes he was doing it in the comfort of his home, with his favorite ramen from around the corner and a good movie. But who knows, maybe he’s getting complacent.

So he sits in the seat Kuroo has pulled out for him, a front-row spot directly in the middle of the runway. Right in front of the center pole. The seats are comfortable and he’s got a whiskey neat in his hands. He can feel a little of the stress release from the muscles in his traps, can feel his jaw unclench just in the slightest as the first warm sip of whiskey flows down his throat.

This is fine, he reassures himself, pushing work from his brain. Kuroo takes a sip from his own drink, a fruity one that he insists is the most delicious ever but is just a little too sweet for Daichi. The place is in a lull right now, preparing for the next act. But soon there’s a growing murmur from the back. Someone whistles, and a few others catcall. Daichi bristles just a bit, but he can’t even see anything until you hit the steps and it’s then that Kuroo elbows him.

“That’s her,” he says, raising his voice so Daichi can hear over the now thrumming bass. He feels it in his toes, in his chest, in his head. But your steps, the bounce of your tits in a skimpy bright blue bikini top, he feels in his dick. It barely covers anything, just like the matching bottoms. Cute little bows keep them on your hips and your heels are a deep black. As you get closer, your walk slow and sensuous, he can see the peep toe and your fresh French manicure poking through. He tries to adjust his navy suit pants with little success. He’s in so much fucking trouble.

You strut up the steps, the blinking LED strips embedded into the floor blinking in rhythm with the bass and the rhythm of your hips. You put a little bit of extra attitude into the sway tonight, praying to any higher power that will listen that tonight will be a good one for tips, even though it’s your first show without any supporting performers. Part of you gets it; you’re new. The owner has to make sure you know how to use those doe eyes and amazing tits properly. The other part of you, the one that knows you’re hot and knows exactly what you’re doing, wanted to smirk a little when your boss had said you wouldn’t get a Friday on your own until you’d completed two weeks of bartending and shadowing.

Your hard work has paid off though, and when you take your place at the center of the runway, you know you have your audience hooked even before dancing. There’s one guy in particular, right below you. He got arguably the best seat in the house along with his friend. You’ve seen the friend before, all confidence, slicked-back black hair, and a steamy attractive smile. Your coworkers say he’s pretty regular and always tips well. Thank god. The one next to him though, you don’t know anything about him except for the fact that the five stages of something flow across his face as you make eye contact with him. The low lighting does nothing to hide the blush flushing from the open neck of his crisp white button up to his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He’s got a wad of cash already set casually on the bar top in front of him.

You smile, bright and unguarded, knowing. You’ll have the rest of Monday’s rent if he’s an indication of the rest of the customers that will be coming in tonight. He turns away, uncomfortable. Aw, how sweet. So unlike some of the slimy patrons you’re used to. Something you don’t like trips low in your belly. The biggest rule was no sex with any of the customers. It was in place for a reason and a majority of the time was a good one. You remind yourself of it as the song for your first dance starts playing over the speakers.

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin’? Two shots, fuck it

You take a deep breath, hands on the shiny silver pole, and wrap one leg around it. The metal is cold to the touch but something else has goosebumps crawling up your bare skin. When you spin, turning in the new guy’s direction, your suspicions are confirmed that the feeling is not the rest of the eyes on you but his. And his are suddenly, somehow, the only eyes you want to perform for. So you do.

Daichi can feel Kuroo snap to attention next to him; he can’t blame him. You’re stunning and you know it. You look like maybe you shouldn’t know how to do this so well, but none of that matters as all coherent thoughts leave Daichi’s head when you spin and drop, rolling your hips so your ass faces him. You turn and look at him as you rise slowly, a deliciously naughty smile still all over that pretty little mouth. He rushes to take a sip of his drink, drums his fingers on the bartop, runs them through his hair, anything to occupy his hands. Because he knows the only place they really should be is all over you. Oh, the things he would let you do to him. He’d do anything for you. He takes another gulp of whiskey, disappointed when he drains the heavy glass.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. He knew you were making eye contact with him but when you get on all fours and crawl to him like some lethal jungle cat, the end of the song nearing, he knows he’s in for it. And he’s okay with that. Any doubts he had, about being here at least, have vanished completely. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but he leans forward to meet you where you are at the edge of the stage. The crowd is roaring around him, the cheers only growing louder at the chemistry shooting like electricity through the air between the two of you. They’re jealous cheers he thinks, although he’s sure as hell not looking away long enough to check anyone’s expressions to confirm.

“Got anything good for me, pretty boy?” Your voice is pitched low as you blink big eyes at him, a smirk playing on your lips. Because, goddammit, he is pretty. Prettier than any other patrons you’d ever catered to. You would not mind if he came to be one of your regulars, regardless of any funds that might be exchanged. You would not mind if he came regularly—in your cunt, on your ass, on your tongue… A girl could take her pick with a man like him. Thick dark hair, glittering brown eyes, full lips. A barrel chest and wide shoulders to boot. No sex with the customers, no sex with the customers, no sex with the customers…

You watch, heat pooling low in your belly, as he unbinds the cash you had noticed earlier. You can’t quite figure him out. Because he’s making eye contact with you as he spreads the folded bills, licks his thumb, and pulls out two crisp Benjamins but there is a nervous tremor in his large hands as he passes the bills to you. Your eyes widen, the act dropping momentarily before you catch yourself and push out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Hm, a girl should get a little more than that for such a good performance, don’t you think?” You are completely used to this, the schpeel. You’ve done it thousands of times at the last place you worked and hundreds more at this club. It’s part of the persona within these walls. Mystery man is apparently not used to acting this way. You can see the war within him as you take the bills and he leans back, trying to be casual but every line of him is taught like a rubber band about to break.

“You here all night?” Don’t give anyone your schedule. If they like you enough, they’ll figure it out on their own by being a regular paying customer. You nod, liking this new game. Toeing around something you would normally consider dangerous, if only for all the variables far out of your control. But that makes it all the more fun, especially when he clicks his tongue behind his teeth and replies “Good, then so am I. I have more where that came from. Do you?”

Kuroo is watching the interaction with a gaping mouth. Daichi doesn’t have a clue where this new side of him is coming from. Except. Except he does. And it feels damn good. Despite being sure it is glaringly obvious that he is leaping so far out of his comfort zone, you seem to be very receptive. He shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of staying all night. He could use some sleep. But he could also use that mouth around his cock. You probably have rules, rules that should be followed, for your safety. Daichi knows he’s safe, but you don’t. He most definitely should not ask for your number or give you his or ask what time you’re off. You shouldn’t answer him.

But you do, nodding earnestly when he asks if you’ll be here all night. He has no choice. There’s something about you that he can’t shake off. The extra cash is of no consequence to him, and maybe, just maybe… No, he won’t let that thought go further. He won’t imagine how you’d look on your knees, or bouncing on his cock. He won’t imagine you writhing beneath him or securing him to his headboard with those cuffs he’d bought but never gotten to use. He won’t imagine you breathily calling him pretty boy again even though, fuck, he wishes you would so, so bad.

“What’s your name,” you ask before you can stop yourself, before you rise to your feet. The rules here are good ones, meant to keep both the patrons and performers safe. You’d worked at other establishments before that didn’t care so much about safety so much as they cared about money. Your radar has never been off in the past and maybe that shouldn’t be enough for you but everything about Mystery Man makes you want to break every rule ever set before you. There’s something about him that makes you want to risk it all. You want to hear him whimper and you’d place bets that you could get him to do it in record time. Even now, his breathing is shallow and he seems unable to answer you. His friend leans over, elbowing him into action.

“His name’s Daichi. And mine’s Kuroo. Ya know, in case you wanted to know.” His smile is genuine, not creepy at all. You return the grin as you stand before turning back to Daichi. He straightens a little, snapped back to reality by his friend.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say to Kuroo. He is attractive, just not who you have your eyes set on. But it’s good information to pass along to your coworkers. Judging by his tailored suit that fits just as good as Daichi’s, you’d wager his job pays like his friend’s. The music swells again, the DJ cueing to your next song. “Kuroo, make sure your friend doesn’t go anywhere. Tonight’s for him.” Kuroo scoffs in friendly disbelief at Daichi’s luck.

“I’m hauling you to the club more often,” he says to Daichi, who flashes a quick small smile. Oh god, that smile could bring anyone you know to their knees. It could certainly do it to you. That smile alone could get you to do anything Daichi would ask. You point at Kuroo as you take your place at the center pole again.

“I’m holding you to that, Kuroo.” You brace your hands one over the other on the pole, and shake your ass for all it’s worth.

Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, little waist.

Daichi’s going to have a stroke, he just knows it. He can feel the veins in his forehead and neck bulging. The blood has flowed elsewhere too. His cock is so hard it feels painful. There are several different ways he could get relief, most of which he should not be considering seeking in a public area. But it’s unbearable and there’s no way he’s going to let himself come in front of all these other people. He waits for the end of your current number and then he’s standing so fast his chair screeches out behind him; a couple of people look his way but for the most part, you’ve got everyone’s attention. Kuroo glances sideways at his friend; he doesn’t say anything, just smirks as Daichi tosses another hundred on the bar top, telling Kuroo to give it to you before rushing to the bathroom.

He makes his way down the hall and notices there are several doors marked RESTROOM in bold capital letters. Thank god there are single-person stalls. He stumbles into one, shutting the door and locking it with shaking hands. The music is still audible, even here; it seems to have dropped to a low steady hum. Intermission. Perfect. Daichi turns to the sink and splashes cold water on his face, one last attempt to snap himself out of this fucking trance. Because that’s what this has to be. He’s getting all hot and bothered over someone who he doesn’t even know. And god, he wants to think that you like him but he knows he’s tipping good and he’s not one of those creeps that can’t recognize it’s your fucking job.

The image in the mirror is one that almost shocks him; his eyes are glazed, and his hair’s a mess. Just once, he just needs to come once and then he can stay here until the end of the night like he said he would. He’ll tip you like a good customer would. Then he’ll leave and he’ll never come back. Because this? This is Daichi out of control and he’s not sure that’s a good thing. Maybe he should go back to making love to nice girls in his king-sized bed. Yes, that’s what he’ll do. He’ll leave here and he won’t come back and he’ll never think of you again.

Daichi unbuckles his belt, the metal of the buckle clanking as he yanks his zipper down. He lets out a pained breath, his cock straining against his underwear. He slips his hand into the elastic band, taking it into his hand and bringing it out into the air. He backs up to the wall, the cool air offering little comfort for the engorged head, and closes his fist around himself. A breath comes fast and heavy out of his mouth as he starts jacking himself off slowly, trying to make the moment last.

You watch as Daichi stands abruptly, so quickly and sharply that he almost topples his chair over. You watch as he tosses another bill on the bar top, leaning in to say something to Kuroo. You watch as he throws one last glance your way before beelining to the bathrooms. Idiot. Absolute idiot is what you are because you’re making your way off the runway, ignoring the audience as a low boo goes through the crowd. Your boss catches your eye from the end of the bar and waves you over.

“What the hell is going on?” It’s not said unkindly but more with an air of annoyance. This is your first Friday night on your own and you might be blowing it. But you don’t care. You put on a fake wince and point at your head, trying to look as contrite and imploring as possible.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s my first Friday and I’m so grateful. But I’ve really gotta pee and I’ve got this horrible headache starting. Can I take ten? Just ten minutes, enough time for an ibuprofen to set in while I go to the bathroom, and then I’ll be back out. Please.” You put those big eyes back to use, blinking slow and tilting your head slightly like you’re trying to relieve the pain of your fake headache. Your boss squints his eyes but doesn’t protest as he pulls a bottle of Advil from behind the bar. He hands you a couple with a glass of water.

“Ten minutes. Go to the bathroom. Take a breather. Then get your ass back out there. I’ve seen the business you’re encouraging after two sets. You’ll be back up there as one of my main performers if you keep up the good work.” You smile as you throw the pills back with the water and hurry in the direction of the restroom, pulling on one of the extra robes from the bar. Now to find Daichi.

A couple is making out in the hallway; you brush past them and knock quietly on the first door. A voice answers quickly that the stall is occupied but it’s not Daichi’s voice. You knock on two more doors before getting to the last one. You suppose he could have gone into the multi-stall restroom but you’d seen the look on his face when he’d stood and you’d bet all the cash he’d given you so far that he wasn’t coming back here to take a piss. You rap your knuckles on the last single-person stall. You’re rewarded with his voice coming from the other side.

“There’s someone-ha-there’s someone in here!” He can barely get the words out; you know what’s going on in that stall and you want to help. You rub your thighs together, realizing you’re already getting wet.

“Daichi, it’s me.” This is stupid. Maybe he doesn’t even like you that much. Maybe you’re just some stripper at a strip club. There’s a heavy silence now, almost solid enough that you could cut it with a knife. Another pause and you’re getting ready to leave, cursing your confidence for all that it’s getting you, but then you hear the click of the door unlocking. He opens it but only just so. Still, it’s an invitation and one you are eager to accept. You open the door just wide enough to slip through to shield yourself from any potential wandering eyes in the hall. The scene inside the stall nearly wrecks you.

Daichi has backed up against the wall, as far away from you as humanly possible. It’s so obvious that he’s been jacking himself off. His hair is messy, his eyes wild like he was already on the brink. He’s desperately trying to cover his cock with his hands and even though they’re large, they can’t cover it completely. You meet his gaze, which he tries to avoid, his eyes fluttering left then right with shame, before finally settling on you. Something trips across your skin.

“Babe, let me help you with that,” you whisper as you direct your line of sight to his cock. It twitches as you move closer, slowly, as if you’re approaching a cornered animal. Daichi groans a little when you reach him, one hand steadying on his shoulder and the other reaching up to touch his face.

“This is—this is not what it looks like, I swear. I promise I’m not some creep, I just—” You put a single finger softly to his lips, making sure he’s got his eyes on you. They widen just a bit. In the brighter light of the bathroom, you can see how rich the color of his irises are, golden brown like sunlight streaming through an autumn wood, or espresso, or something corny like that. Fuck the rules.

“Daichi, can I kiss you?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. His mouth drops open but his eyes rove from yours down to your lips, then your covered chest, and back up. Finally, he nods so you guide his face down to yours and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and pliable. He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, so unlike the image he’d put out walking in this place with his fine, tailored suit and stack of cash. Your hand slips from his shoulder and moves down the ridge of his pectoral, then lower still to the hard planes of his stomach. You trail your fingers over the now wrinkled fabric, close to his undone belt and open pants. His cock jumps against your abdomen past his hands and he gasps. “Is this okay?” You ask the question, certain that Daichi just needs the chance to give in. He nods again so you smooth your hand lower until it wraps around his cock.

Daichi’s head thunks against the wall of the bathroom as another sharp breath explodes from his open mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he growls quietly. You move your hand experimentally, softly, swiping your thumb across the head, gathering the bit of precome at the tip and smearing it about. You can’t decide what you want to look at more: the red bleeding over Daichi’s skin from the neck up, his heaving chest, or how his cock looks in your hands. He’s so… responsive. Each turn of your wrist has him shuddering beneath you. More. You need more. You want to see him beg. And part of you also realizes that he needs this too. You drop to your knees and his eyes snap back open as he watches you. “What’re you doing?”

“Only what you want me to do, Daichi. Unless you don’t want me to?” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s shaking his head. He wraps his hand around yours, enveloping it, and moves it once, twice, over himself. A thought occurs to you, one you’re denying even as you ask him “Daichi, have you ever come down anyone’s throat?” The answer is obvious but you still feel incredulous as he tells you no. The veins in his hands are bulging and he’s still, like the calm before the storm. You lean in, maintaining eye contact, as you blow a breath over his cock. “Do you want to?”

It’s like you flipped a switch. Daichi, slowly now so you have time to pull away if you want to, curls his fingers in your hair, stroking them along your scalp. “Yes, please.” He whispers it, certain this is a dream. This has to be a fucking dream. He’s had a blow job before but never has he ever asked to come in someone’s mouth. He’s a clean guy but he’s not clueless; he just assumed most people thought it was gross and never had a problem with the fact that no one wanted to do that. At least not anyone he had been with. But, oh, he’d thought about it, lots of times. Most of those times in one night.

His pupils are blown wide as you lick your lips and take just the tip, swirling your tongue over the head. His skin is smooth, molten hot. The way your eyes never leave his is something else entirely and when you hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take all of him, he thinks he might die. He’s trying to maintain some semblance of control but it is already dwindling to nothing. There’s a coil building in his abdomen. Not yet he thinks viciously. Not yet. You take a few more pulls before releasing him with a pop. Frantic, he feels frantic. Maybe you decided you didn’t want to do this and he’d have to be okay with that, he couldn’t blame you but god damn—

“Daichi, eyes on me.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs as he locks in on you again. “Let go, babe. Show me how you want it. Pull my hair. Set the pace. And when you’re gonna come, you come down my throat. Nowhere else, you got it? I’ve got five more minutes. Think we can get you there, pretty boy?” He nearly blacks out when you say those words he needed to hear again. Oh, yes, yes he’s sure you can. His eyes search yours once more before fisting his hand in your hair, tightening experimentally. You smile around his cock, deep-throating him once more, but waiting expectantly. He’s not going to come back from this. You’ve ruined anyone else for him. And he’s accepted his fate.

The moment he lets go, the moment he breaks down whatever wall is holding him in place, you can sense it. You place your hands on his thighs as he pulls you nearly all the way off before shoving you back down. Your eyes water just a bit but you feel the slick gather between your thighs. Yes, the girl inside of you that wants to see him to the end hisses. He sets the pace, a strong and quick one, but somehow still gentle. If you said you needed to stop now, you somehow know he’d do so immediately. He twists a little more, angling your head just how he wants it. You set your teeth down ever so lightly just to see….

Daichi whimpers and gasps, the sound nearly a sob on his lips. You swirl your tongue again and suck. “Ha—shit. Just. Just like that,” he grits out as he grips tighter. It hurts a little, your hair and your knees, but the pain swirls with the pleasure in a delicious slide of skin against skin. Your nails dig into his thighs again before he takes one of your hands and closes it around the base of his cock. You grip, working your wrist along with your mouth. He bucks against you, a jerky movement. “I’m close, fuckfuckfuck I’m close. I’m gonna come.” His voice lies somewhere between a bark and a whine. He can’t decide if he wants you closer, or farther, to stop or keep going. His brain is short-circuiting. He tries to pull back just a little bit, but you won’t let him in the best way possible.

You quirk your wrist and tilt your head in just a certain way… Daichi cries out, long and broken, as he curls in over you, his orgasm washing over him in waves so intense his vision goes black. His entire body shudders with his release, his form towering over you as he spurts ropes of come all the way down your throat. You milk him for all he’s worth. Not a single drop is getting away from you, no way in hell. Next time, you want him to come in your pussy. Next time? God, you want there to be a next time. He’s still leaning over you when his breathing slows and steadies; his hands are bracing themselves on your back rubbing soothing circles there with his thumbs. He helps you to your legs and steadies you for a moment.

The silence stretches on as you look at each other, both a little shocked at what just conspired. Daichi slowly puts himself back into his pants and you help him buckle his belt. You’re both on the verge of saying something either extremely brave or extremely stupid with each moment that passes. You’re about to make the first move again when he reaches up and takes your jaw in his hand, running a thumb along the corner of your mouth to gently push the last of his spend into your mouth. You lean into the touch and welcome his finger, sucking it clean just like his dick. He thinks he might be in love with you.

A breathless giggle comes out of you as you back away just a fraction, trying to give yourself space from the startling sensation fluttering in your stomach like butterflies. Your boss is gonna kick your ass if you don’t get back out on the floor. “I would invite you to my place to continue this after I’m off but it’s a little crowded and the walls are thin,” you say, hoping against hope that he wants more just as much as you do. There’s no room for doubt when he leans in and kisses you, deep and slow, tasting himself in your mouth.

“That’s no problem, princess. If you’re still feeling this when you’re off, I’ve got a penthouse all to myself.” Oh, there it is—the swagger you expected him to have. Your eyes glitter as you smooth out your hair, knowing it still looks good enough to perform. If anything, the smell of sex and the appearance of your swollen lips will get you better money, as long as your boss doesn’t catch on. You don’t think he will. “I’ll find you at the end of the night.” You nod, suddenly the bashful one.

Somehow, everything that just transpired did so all in your ten-minute break. In fact, you have one minute to spare as you strut back to the runway, giving your boss a wink and blowing a kiss to the stupefied audience.

“Harder, Daichi, harder.” You can barely get the words out as he thrusts inside of your aching cunt. Your face is pushed into the pillows on Daichi’s king-sized bed, your ass in the air. The sound of skin slapping on skin in the quiet of his room is pornographic but you can’t waste any thoughts on being even remotely embarrassed. Tears stream down your face as he continually hits that spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to hit with a dildo and even then it never came close to this. Daichi’s a machine, the way he keeps going. After you sucked him off and he came so quickly earlier in the night, he was determined to make this one last longer. One of his hands is gripping tightly into the plush of where your hip meets your ass cheek, the other is splayed over your back, even now caressing the skin, alighting it with goosebumps. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” you whine as that same hand snakes around to your neck to pull you up.

His fingers and palm ghost over the skin as he thrusts up into you and it’s all you can do to hold to his thighs for dear life, your nails digging in so hard you’ll know they’ll leave a mark. “Are you close, princess?” He whispers it labored into your ear, his breath hot, his mouth even hotter as he leans in to nip at your pulse point from behind. You nod frantically, almost unable to answer. “Can I come inside, baby? Will you let me? Will you let me be a good boy for you?” His hand moves from your throat to your clit, stroking one slow circle over the oversensitive nub. Thank god for birth control.

“Yes, Daichi, yes, come in my pussy. Oh, god, yes be a good boy for me.” You squeal as he thrusts hard, once, twice, swiping his fingers over your clit again in a more concentrated pattern and you feel your first orgasm of the night sweep over you as Daichi finds his own release with a mangled, animalistic groan. You think he’s done, especially when he pulls out leaving you feeling way too empty. But you’re wrong, so, so wrong. He proceeds to flip you over and push back in, a ring of white forming around where he’s begun thrusting inside of you again.

“I thought about this all fucking night.” He surges up over you, grabbing your wrists and pulling them above you. “I thought about that pretty little cunt around my cock. I thought about how pretty you’d look laying in my bed.” One thrust, slow and teasing. You roll your hips up to meet him, even though your thighs are weak and shaking. “I’ve never–I’ve never fucked anyone like this before, it’s,” he leans in to suck on your pulse again, runs his tongue over the salty skin there, “magical.” You whimper beneath him when you feel the familiar coil tightening once more in your belly.

“Do you think I can make you come again, Daichi? Can you come for me one more time?” He groans, sealing his lips over yours as he releases your hands so that can pull him closer into you. You scrape your nails from the nape of his neck into his hair, and grip, breathless, as his rhythm becomes choppy again. God, you don’t know how he’s still going. The two of you are so frenzied, the blood in your veins hotter than a blue flame. “Look at me when you come, baby, look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hands to his cheeks. His eyes are glazed, his face strained but still beautiful. “I’m going to touch myself now, okay?” His mouth pops open again as he nods, before watching as you wrap one arm around his shoulder and bring your other hand to your clit. You swipe around his cock, collecting some of the mess you’ve both made there. You know how to pleasure yourself and with Daichi’s expert stroke, it doesn’t take long before it snaps over you, the walls of your pussy squeezing around him forcing spend from him one more time. It’s not as explosive as the first time but still enough that you can feel the wet leaking out onto his sheets. “So good for me, Daichi, look how good you are for me,” you chant as you wring the last of the pleasure from each other.

When it’s over, he stills, pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed beside you. There’s a sheen of sweat covering you both. The cool early morning air coming in Daichi’s open window creates the perfect juxtaposition of sensations. He reaches over to trace patterns into your palm. “Can I hold you?” The question is so sweet, it makes you huff out a laugh. The man just blew your back out and he asks if he can hold you. But you are more than willing to oblige him so you roll into his open arm and lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. You wait a moment before looking up at him, relishing the feeling of his fingers now tracing patterns into your arm and shoulder.

“Didn’t you mention something about handcuffs earlier?” He looks down at you jerkily, a sheepish grin on his face. You smile mischievously. You’re going to ruin him. He’s going to let you. And he’s going to love it.

“Let me make you breakfast first, yeah?” You nod and breathe in the smell of him, all sex and musk and expensive cologne. Neither one of you knows where this is going to go but right now, it doesn’t matter. You yawn and snuggle closer.

“Just so you know,” you intone sleepily, “I like French toast.” He laughs softly, his own body relaxing into a lazy slumber.

“Hm, French toast? I pinned you as a pancake kinda girl. Good thing I also like French toast and always keep the supplies in to make it.” His breathing is slow and shallow, matching the rhythm of yours. The sun peeks over the cityscape around you as the two of you go under, cradled in each other’s arms.

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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years

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Just letting you all know that sleepy Daichi is a menace.

When he’s still in the haze of morning, his eyes barely open, his body still in the lul of sleep. His arms around his favourite teddy bear, you. Its a perfect place, he longs to be in this moment forever-

Yet you decide to move.

His hold on you gets tighter as you attempt to wriggle away from him to get ready for work.

“Just 5 more minutes~” Daichi whispers softly, the gruff of his voice easy to hear over the silence of the morning.

And how can you say no to him? So you agree, five more minutes in the morning bliss.

“Maybe you should just call in sick…” He whispers again as you settle back in beside him, placing a delicate kiss just below your ear.

This causes you to laugh softly, for him you would do just about anything.

❥A/N | Just thinking about this, wanted daichi to pull me back to bed this morning because I really don’t want to go to work today…

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honeybunny-sawamura · 1 year

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Daichi Sawamura NSFW, Minors DNI

There’s something incredibly sexy about the duality of your husband, Daichi.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows Daichi to be THE gentleman of the precinct: hardworking, firm yet kind, and always helpful. He doesn’t hesitate to help carry groceries for the lovely little old ladies who pinch his cheeks and gush about him to each other. He always volunteers to be the crossing guard for the kids in the morning, waving and give them high fives as they pass while telling them to be good and do their best in school. His seniors and co-workers have nothing but praises for him: saying he knows when to be stern or gentle with others. Daichi is a model officer with a big heart that wants to make his neighborhood a safe place for all.

Behind the closed doors of the home that you share with him, though, it’s another story. Oh, how Daichi has them fooled with how good he is: a sweet and righteous man. It’s not that he isn’t a gentleman to you at home; he very much is and more! They just don’t know how sinful he can get when alone with you. How he gets you to be putty in his hands as he eats you out like a man starved: littering your inner thighs with hickeys and drinking every last drop of your orgasm that he can pull from you. They would be abashed if they ever heard the lewd words that he mumbles onto your warm skin about how he’ll fill you up with his cum cuz you begged for it so well or coo at how good you take him as your pussy stretches around his girth. Would they see the same good officer if they saw how he gets lost in the pleasure of you, rutting into you with the need to feel you walls flutter around his cock again and watch you come undone so beautifully for him? Oh how they don’t know about the handcuffs, toys, and ropes. And what a thrill it is for the both of you to wear the bruises and love bites you left on each other as you encounter everyone in town.

There’s just something exciting to see your husband play a good man, laughing at a story his co-worker is tell him right now as you guys finish up your grocery shopping, when just a second earlier he was telling you that he’ll bury himself deep in your pussy the moment the front door is closed. Hell, he might not even wait to get out of the car. You notice a glint in his eyes when he peeks at you as he finishes his conversation, and it has warmth blooming in your core. It’s your little turn on that you can turn this good man into a beast.

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tojiisprincess · 4 months

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having a migraine with Daichi 𓆩♡𓆪

daichi x fem!reader <3

a/n : I'm in love with Daichi, and I really think he deserve better so i'm writting this hihii ! Hope you like it !

He knew that you were tired, he knew that at the end of the day you will end up with a migraine. That’s why he waits for you, he wants to take you home himself. You finally get out of your classroom and go to him.

“Hey baby, how are you?” he says, waiting for your answer, taking u in his arms.

“My head hurt.” you say, hugging him back.

“Let me get you home safe, we could just relax together?”

“Yes of course Daichi.”

After some time, u two arrive at your house, empty. Your parents work late. Lucky for you, you have Daichi to take care of you.

“Are u hungry?” he asks, as you put down your school bag.

“Not now, can we just cuddle?” you respond, trying to get him in your room, knowing what he’s gonna say.

“You have to eat princess, we’ll eat later, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I promise.” You respond, rolling your eyes.

You two finally can go in your bed, forgetting your hard day. He gently let you lay down.

“Do you want some tea? I know it help.”

“Yes, thanks Captain”

He rolls his eyes to the nickname, going back in the kitchen. He came back with your favorite Sanrio cup, and some hot tea inside.

“Here you go princess” He takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead as you drink the tea.

He settles on your bed, putting the comfy blanket on you two. You put your cup on the nightstand and come lie down on his chest.

“That’s my girl. Are you feeling better?” he brings you closer and gently stroke your hair.

“Yes thanks” you soften under his touch.

“Try to sleep princess, you need it, I’ll be here when you wake up”

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violette-hue · 1 year

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Red Lipstick

Summary: Daichi can't stop thinking about how you'll look as he fucks your face with red lipstick

Trigger Warning(s): smut, smut with little plot, face fucking, cum on the face, little to no proof reading, slight (?) breeding kink, holiday parties

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing(s): Daichi x female reader

A/N: Please enjoy the bread @ceo-of-daichi @kingdaddydaichi and anyone else that loves Daichi

**minors and ageless blogs do not interact**

Daichi couldn’t stop looking at your lips since you’d left the house. He knew he should’ve been paying more attention to his Sargent, or even his Corporal, but he couldn’t. Your lips looked too damn good in that shade of red. Had your lips always been so plump? So fuckable? The hand around the champagne glass he was holding clenched slightly . This party had only just started and he already wanted to leave. He took a long drink of the bubbly liquor.

It’s not exactly that this party was boring. It was boring, but he knew it was just the beginning. There was a process to go through. Mingling. Formalities. Speech. Party. They were now halfway through the formalities. That was the boring part. In a perfect world he’d be interested in meeting the other sectors’ Corporals and Sergents, maybe even try to climb the latter. But god he could not stop looking at your mouth as you talked.

He supposed he’d always taken your mouth for granted until now. He loved the way you took him in your mouth, yes, but he’d always enjoyed fucking you more. Spilling his seed within and pushing it deep inside you. But now he wanted to know what it would be like to spill himself in your mouth—on your face. Daichi shifted from foot to foot.

He casually looked over to you, to find you already looking at him. You scrunched your eyebrows, only enough for him to notice. He knew what you were asking—If he was okay. He wasn’t, but he couldn’t exactly say that. You’d probably go into a small panic and pull him to the side just to ask what was wrong. And he couldn’t exactly tell you his fantasy. Not yet at least. Daichi knew if he told you, you’d be on your knees begging for his cum. He felt his cock twitch and shifted again. He wondered if you caught on.

He practically groaned when you walked in front of him and took his hand. He was far from touch starved, but it didn’t help the way you brushed subtly against him. Neither did the small smirk on your face help when your ass pressed against his hard cock.

Reluctantly, he let you take him to a nearby table to hear the speech. It was a long speech, long enough to sedate the intense lust driving him. But then he stole one glance at you as you took a sip of water, and there it was again. His cock straining against his slacks, begging to be taken out and stroked. As he watched you licked your ruby lips, he could feel the precum spilling into his boxers.

The sound of applause drew him out of his stupor, and he clapped along with his colleagues. He shuffled along with everyone else to the reception area where music was already playing, his hands firmly placed on your hips.

“What’s got you so hard, babe?” Daichi heard you ask quietly, your head turning slightly to face him. If he hadn’t been fixated on your lips, he wouldn’t have heard you at all.

Daichi had to suppress his irritation at the question. The answer was obvious. “You.”

“Me?” You feigned confusion. “Little ol’ me? I haven’t done a thing.”

His grip on your hips tightened and he pressed himself against you. He leaned down to speak in your ear, a gesture that to others seemed innocent. “You’ve been tempting me all night with those red lips of yours.” He pressed a hard kiss against the back of your ear. He smiled as he felt a shiver roll through your body.

“It’s a nice color, isn’t it?” you mused, a smirk gracing your lips. “I wonder how it’d look smeared on your—”

Daichi guided you back towards the entrance, muttering something about an emergency to his colleagues. Of course there was no emergency, unless they counted going back to the hotel you shared for the weekend and fucking you until morning. That was his current emergency. He’d fuck your mouth first–that he knew, needed. Then he’d have you writhing beneath him as he ate you out. Daichi opened the door for you, practically pushing you inside and rushed to the driver’s side.

It only took ten minutes to reach the hotel, and then another five to get to the hotel room. It wasn’t like he was counting. Which he was. It was just he’d never been so hard before for so long. The anticipation made him more aroused as you opened the door to the room. He closed the door quickly with his foot, hastily undoing his belt and zipper. His cock was freed, a hand stroking it sensually.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Daichi didn’t think he’d ever been eager enough to be so dominant and commanding, but gods be damned if he was going to wait. One more look at those ruby lips and he thought he might just come undone.

Thank heavens you obeyed. He wasn’t up to the brattiness–at least not now. He stepped closer to you, the tip of his cock tracing your bottom lip. Smearing the red lipstick. Daichi groaned deeply. He wanted to see the lipstick all over your face. At the base of his fat cock.

“Open your mouth.”

He pushed his cock in your mouth slowly as you opened your mouth, another deep groan pushing from his chest. You flicked your tongue against the head of his penis and his eyes rolled back. He let you suck him off, let you bob your head up and down his thick shaft, let you tighten your cheeks as you moved. He was trying desperately to keep himself under his control, but as he dug his fingers in your hair and heard you choke on him, he snapped.

His other hand tangled itself within your hair, both of his hands now on your head. He snapped his hips against your face, balls slapping against your chin and his cock hitting the back of your throat. You let out another choking sound, and he thought he might have gone too far. Until your hand gently cupped his balls and started massaging them.

Daichi was moaning now, thrusting harshly into your mouth and guiding your head to take you in with his hands. He loved this so much, loved the way your lipstick was already smearing all over your face. Loved the way your mascara ran as tears streamed down your cheeks. God, you looked like such a mess.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing such a good job,” he praised. And you were. He could practically feel the head of his cock twitch against the back of your throat. He was going to cum soon.

He pulled himself out of you harshly, eliciting a soft whine from your lips. He pumped himself–once, twice–until his cock was twitching as he unloaded himself on your face. He watched as the cloudy liquid squirted on your face, in your open mouth. It still wasn’t enough. He let the tip of his penis rest against your bottom lip, still hard.

“You look so fucking hot,” Daichi breathed. “You’re such a good girl.”

You smiled, the action causing slight friction against his cock. “I want you to mount me and spill your cum inside me.” You stroked his shaft and pressed a kiss to his tip.

Daichi practically groaned. “Anything for you, baby.”

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blueparadis · 1 year

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Hi! How are you? I hope you're having a wonderful day so far. For the Valentine's thing I'd like to ask for 🧡 with Daichi from Haikyuu.

Thanks in advance, this idea is amazing 😊

Hello there. yep, i'm good, having fun writing on my blorbos and blorbettes. you're the only one to choose hq. so thank you to you too. hope you like this. CWs :: f!reader, first time, marking, m-masturbation.

Daichi and first time from v-day event.

Daichi is well informed and has even educated himself so that he could give you the best sex of your life. He is aware of the fact that it is not your first time so he has to do his job well, surpass all the limits of your x-factors while keeping in mind your hard limits. For months he has been going out and when he gets intimate with you he seems to be more alert than he should be.

How much would you moan if he were to touch you there while kissing? Would you like it if he grabbed you by your neck lightly before kissing you? Would you be willing to get down on your knees as much as he willing to do it for you? Would you. . .

“Daichi...please.” and that is when he realizes that he has been staring too hard and too long while hovering over your naked body. you look so warm, feel so warm and he wants to pause this moment and stare at you a little longer before. . . before he marks each and every part of your body that he thought of while jerking off at the thought of you.

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hinatastinygiant · 7 months

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Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

A story in which a seemingly innocent Halloween costume party at Kiyoko's beachfront home takes a sinister turn when a guest is found dead under mysterious circumstances. With the Haikyuu characters in elaborate costumes and where everyone is a suspect, you must unravel the truth before the end of the night and the killer escapes.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

one [Introduction]

two [Dorothy]

three [Sherlock Holmes] [NSFW]

four [James Bond]

five [Alice in Wonderland]

six [Firefighters]

seven [Wizard]

eight [Gold]

nine [The Great Gatsby]

ten [Mr. Hyde]

eleven [Rose]

twelve [Alan Grant]

thirteen [Magician]

fourteen [Vampire]

fifteen [Dr. Henry Jekyll]

sixteen [Epilogue]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 13, 6:00pm est)

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ennoshitas-princess · 17 days

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Good day! I would like to order a cupcake, a strawberry shortcake with caramel and a juice, please, for Daichi and Kuroo 😊

Handcuffed Heart to the Two

Coming right up!!

Daichi Sawamura x Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

Love triangle, Valentine's Day, fluff, work au

The job: police officers, you are the only woman working in that department

Synopsis: you, Kuroo, and Sawamura are on break after a long persecution

Word Count: 563

You sat down on the soft couch in the lounge of the police department, exhausted from the long persecution that happened just some minutes ago, ready to end the day.You only forgot that today had something special lingering in the air.

“Ugh! I can't wait for this shift to be over.” You pouted at them, cheeks puffed out.

Daichi and Kuroo gazed at you in adoration, not able to resist how cute you get when your blood boils. How could they not giggle at your antics?

“Now, now Chibi-chan, we have another ten minutes to work, so you must behave and at least try to survive.”

Kuroo poured himself a cup of coffee, the pink mug warm to the touch.

Your face turned into that mug just by the nickname. Why, oh why did this happen to you?

“L/n-san, Kuroo is right. What about if I massage your back?” Daichi held his arms to his head.

“Meanwhile I pour you a nice cup of joy.”

Kuroo grabbed another mug from the cabinet, this time intentionally grabbing one with a red heart.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment. You thought about how this happened.

You were a police officer. The only female in your station. Every cop in it turned their eyes towards you when you came in the first time. From time to time, you would have love notes on your desk. You didn't like any of them. Well, only two stole that little heart of yours.

“Look, Chibi-chan. I wanted to tell you something for sometime now, and I think I am ready to spill it all out.”

Kuroo walked towards you, holding a soft, brown plush in hand.Your face scrunched up in confusion. What is he doing? A confession?

“No, Kuroo-san. I will say what I have to say first!”

The two stared into each other's eyes playful, earning a small giggle to come out of your lips.

“No, no, no. I will do it. I am in love with both of you.” You tackle them.

“Huh?” Both of them stare like little kids being told how babies are made.Yeah, you said it before they said anything.

“You know what, let's just clock out please.” You beg to them.

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You entered your apartment you guys shared since you began working, throwing your shoes off to the side without a care in the world.

“So, Kuroo-san, if you are okay with a relationship with each other, it will be fine with me.” Daichi placed the keys on the dish.

“Yes, I am okay with it, Daichi.”

Kuroo grabbed a pillow, and threw it at your face. You screamed in pure cuteness and giggled.

“Kuroo, no.”

“Come on, Chibi-chan, don't be so stormy.” He smirked.

“How about if I cuddle you?” Daichi came around and sat down to the left of yours.

You snuggle into his chest, smelling the sandalwood cologne that remained on him. You couldn't believe you could have both at the same time. Obviously, you won't put it out in public, but keep it to yourselves.

“Daichi, Tetsuro, do you guys mind making dinner?” You put puppy eyes.

“How about take out?” Kuroo suggested, holding his phone ready.

“Yes!” You wrapped your arms around his muscular waist.

“Happy Valentine's Day, y/n-chan!” Both of them screamed.

No wonder today felt ever so special.

I am so sorry if this wasn't what you looked for. I am kinda still new to writing and I at least tried 🥺🥺🥺

Hopefully you can forgive that.

Thank you for coming! Have a beautiful day!!

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kingdaddydaichi · 8 months

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but like...

daichi slamming into you but SLOW. drawing his cock almost all the way out, moaning your name as his mouth falls open, your tight, creamy cunt sucking his fat dick so good before he snaps his hips flush with yours again.

daichi's coarse fingertips dimpling the plush of your hips with one hand as he grips the headboard w the other. his heavy balls are smacking against your clit, wet with your combined pre.

you arch your back for him, preen for him. you whimper his name like a pathetic whore in heat, presenting yourself to the most basic, carnal beast inside of him

and it fucking works.

daichi drapes his larger body over your back, the pressure of his weight only feeding into your impending orgasm. he wraps his fist around the longest part of your hair and insists that you cum for him. and who are you to deny your devoted husband and father of your children?

you obey, squeezing and squealing...clenching and crying out as you come apart around him, repeatedly telling him how much you love him.

"baby, you know i love you too," he huffs, slamming his hips against your ass with sharp, wet slaps of skin. "love you more than anything..." he almost sounds drunk now. "...so good, nhhn~ love you so much~" he groans, spilling his thick seed inside you as his trembling hips push hard against your bottom.

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ya9amicide · 20 days

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♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating daichi sawamura.

#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu aesthetic #camera roll fic #camera roll fanfiction #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi #daichi sawamura x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x y/n #sawamura daichi x y/n #daichi sawamura x you #sawamura daichi x you

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ridiculouslly-ridiculous · 1 year

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What I Hate About Us

Pairing: husband!Daichi Sawamura X Fem!Reader

Genre: FLUFF, I hope you have your dentist on speed dial.

CW/TW: food (cake, strawberries, whipped cream), pet names, pregnancy (nothing graphic, just mentioned and a baby mentioned at the end), mention of readers period [sorry if I missed anything, please let me know if I did!] barely proofread

WC: 1.3k

It’s well past midnight and you’re struggling to fall asleep. Not only can you not get comfortable to get proper rest for the night, but you have a serious craving for cake. But not just any kind of cake will do. You want vanilla cake, with lots of whipped cream, and topped with the prettiest strawberries. Apparently your tossing and turning is enough to cause concern to your newly wedded husband as he gains full consciousness from his half asleep state.

“What’s wrong?” His voice slightly gravely.

“I’m sorry,” you groan, feeling guilty you woke up your hard working husband, “I just can’t get comfortable.”

Your husband turns to look at you, and although your hair is a mess from tossing and turning, your husband smiles and thinks to himself beautiful. “Is something bothering you?”

You sigh, “Can I be honest?”

He smiles, “Always, babe.” He says and rubs his tired eyes with his fists.

“I am really craving cake.”

“Do you want us to go to the convenience store real quick?” Although your husband was so comfortable and didn’t want to leave the warmth of your shared bed, he mentally prepares himself to get up and get dressed for the quick trip.

You sigh, almost on the verge of tears, “That’s sweet but I really want one from a bakery. I want a whole cake.”

“I don’t think there are any bakeries open right now, babe.” Daichi racks his brain trying to figure out if there’s a nearby bakery that would be open at nearly one in the morning.

“I know, I know. That’s what sucks.” You sniff, burying your face in your hands, already feeling your hot tears running down your temples.

“Do you want to go see if we have ingredients to make a cake?” Daichi says, now sitting up in bed. His wife is crying for cake, and goddammit is he going to try his damn best to get his wife some cake.

“It’s okay. I'm sorry I woke you up, please go back to bed. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep soon.” You smile at your husband through your tears.

If Daichi were an ordinary man, he would’ve shrugged and immediately fallen back asleep, but Daichi is no ordinary man. Instead of laying back down, he gets out of bed, stretches, and begins to pull you out of bed. “Come on. Cake sounds really good. Let’s go see if we at least have a box mix or something.”

You feel more tears brimming, not because of your serious craving for cake, but that your husband would get out of bed at this time of the night just so you can have some cake. You stretch your arms and hands out and Daichi helps you sit up and out of bed.

The two of you begin to search the kitchen for the ingredients needed for cake, and you feel yourself on the brink of a breakdown when you pull out the box of cake mix only to discover it was well past its expiration date. You angrily throw the box into the trash, a little too hard that the bag sinks to the bottom of the can. You scream into your hands. Through the screams, you hear Daichi rustling with the trash bag and putting it back to how it was before. You then hear Daichi moving things around in the fridge. You pull your face out of your hands, “I’m sorry Daichi. I know you would rather be sleeping right now.”

“Nope. As long as I’m with you, there’s nowhere else I want to be.” He says and pulls out a container of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. “Well, it’s not cake but these are components of cake, so I think it’s as close as we will get tonight.” Your face immediately lights up.

So now, here you are well past one in the morning standing at your kitchen island eating a snack of tart strawberries and sweet whipped cream with your husband. Once you had that first bite, everything seemed right in the world. You and Daichi take turns feeding each other strawberries and occasionally flicking the whipped cream onto each other's faces.

During this sweet moment, you couldn’t help but reflect on your relationship with Daichi. If anyone had told you in high school that one day you would marry the boys volleyball team captain, your long-time crush, you would’ve laughed at them. But now here you are, eating strawberries with him well past one in the morning.

Breaking the silence you ask, “Do you want to know what I hate about us?” You reach up, wiping away some whipped cream off of the corner of Daichi’s mouth.

“What you hate about us?” Daichi asks, making sure he heard you correctly.

You nod, “Yeah.”

In that moment, Daichi grows extremely concerned, “I didn’t know you hated something about us, please tell me so we can fix it.”

You laugh, “You can’t fix it Daichi. I hate that we’re high school sweethearts.”

“Please elaborate.” Daichi laughs.

“It’s just so cliche! I feel like our love story is just too good to fall under that trope.”

“Yeah, we all know how our story played out.” Daichi smirks.

“Hey! It worked, didn't it!”

“So, really what you don’t like about our relationship is your fault not mine!”

You blush at the sudden realization, “Well, you certainly weren’t going to pull the first move!”

“Says who?” Daichi crosses his arms over his chest.

“Me.”

“Okay, confession. I was actually planning on confessing to you when I graduated.” The truth coming out all these years later has you speechless, “Yeah. So maybe we wouldn’t have been high school sweethearts if you didn’t want me so bad.” Daichi teases.

“Well, although you were the first one to confess.”

“Technicalities.” Daichi scoffs with a shit eating grin.

“Oh, well. We can always just say that we met in college or something!”

“No way. I like our love story regardless of how cliche you think it is.” Daichi says and gives you a kiss.

“Hmm, I guess in the end, I did get a great husband out of it.” You shrug, returning your husband's kiss.

“Okay, do you feel better now? Think you can get some sleep now?” Daichi asks as he tussles your hair.

“I think so,” you smile up at him, “I feel much better. I have no idea what came over me. Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you.” He kisses your forehead. The two of you clean up the slight mess you made and then make conversation as you make your way to your bedroom. “Maybe I can get you some proper cake tomorrow, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ve just been really craving cake lately, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much.”

“Maybe your period is coming.”

“Yeah, it could be.” You say and go to check your calendar on your phone. Seeing the date made you freeze, “Or maybe it won’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Daichi… I’m almost a month late on my period.”

The realization washes over him like a tidal wave, “Well looks like we’re making that convenience store trip regardless.”

The two of you throw on your sweaters and shoes to make the trip to the conbini closest to your home. And sure enough when you take the pregnancy test, those bolder letters reading Pregnant explain away why your body so desperately craved for cake at an odd hour.

“So it wasn’t my period making me want cake… it was our baby.”

“Our baby.” Daichi says. The two of you share a scared, but also excited look. “Are you okay?”

“It’s just… unexpected. That’s all.”

“Unexpected, for sure, but we’ll make it work. We should definitely get some sleep and we can talk tomorrow once we have cleared our heads.”

Sure enough, your husband makes good on his promise and the next day you are greeted by a cake when you wake up — vanilla, with lots of whipped cream, and bright strawberries on top.

Bonus:

You and Daichi stand around the kitchen island eating a midnight snack of tart strawberries and sweet whipped cream. Between the mess of scattered strawberry stems and splattered droplets of whipped cream is the baby monitor where you and Daichi have a careful eye on your three-month old.

I hope you enjoyed this 💕 constructive criticism is welcomed. This was inspired by one of my IRL besties and her conversation with her fiancé.

Likes, replies, and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated <3

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ceo-of-daichi · 1 year

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i've been so stupid h*rny lately and i just want a nice and sweet drabble of daichi fucking his cum back into you and whispering absolute filth about how he's gonna make you pregnant 🥲

Characters | Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

WC | 300+

A/N | Thanks for requesting this anon! Hope its filthy enough for you! I haven’t written anything nsfw in a while, i’ve been in a bit of a rutt with it, thats why its pretty short! But hope you enjoy none the less!!

TW | Breeding kink, mating press, pet name ‘baby girl’.

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Daichi couldn’t stop thinking about how you ran your hand along the soft fabric of the small bodysuit, the words following after infiltrating his brain all day.

“Dai! Look how cute this is! Can’t wait till we get to go shopping for this sort of thing.”

It was innocent, you didn’t realise you had just opened Pandora's box in his mind. Thoughts of you plump and round, pregnant with his child. He struggled to keep his composure.

It was only later when he finally got you into bed, the sinful sounds of not only skin on skin but Daichi’s filthy words, that you realised what you had unleashed.

“Mmm want me to fuck a baby into you?” He groaned, his eyes trailing down your fucked out form, focusing on where you were both joined. “Think I didn’t see what you were insinuating earlier? I’m gonna fuck you so full, you will be so pretty pregnant”

His thrusts were wild, fast and hard. Your legs shoved to your chest as he pistoned his cock in and out of your overstimulated cunt, completely drunk on your pussy. You were babbling, nothing that came out of your mouth made sense, pure nonsense mixed in with moans and whimpers.

It wasn’t long before he was pumping his first load inside of you, a hiss leaving his mouth at how you pulsated around him. Milking him for every last drop he could give you.

“Fuck… take it babygirl, take all my cum” He moaned under his breath as he pulled his cock out, watching as you ever so slowly started to leak his cum from your puffy cunt.

He tutted under his breath at the site, barely allowing you to catch your breath before he shoved himself back inside, ramming his hips back flush against yours. The whimper that passed your lips only egging him on to fuck you harder this round.

“Can’t have any wasted if you're gonna get pregnant can we?” He growled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your ankle before pushing your thighs back against your chest once again

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honeybunny-sawamura · 1 year

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NSFW

Daichi goes feral when you wear his uniform top and nothing else. Whether it’s a police uniform, fireman jacket, old volleyball jersey, polo shirt, or business jacket, whatever it is he’s gonna be on you so fast. Man’s gonna throw you over his shoulder and throw you on the bed before devouring you. Will eat you out while you wear it. Make you chant his name and pull his hair as he makes out with your sex. Has you cumming multiple times on his tongue and around his fingers before sinking himself into you. All because you look so good in his uniform.

#am in a mooooooood #sawamura daichi #daichi smut #daichi x you #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu!! x reader #bad bunny 🖤

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tobitofunction · 1 year

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Oh Baby Part 19

part 20 part21

Nekoma and Fukuradani meet baby Haruto. Also Daichi being a (slightly) horny boy

^ Suga is the one with the headband, Asahi you could probably guess Daichi’s actor is the one with the beanie and Ennoshita is the guy who pops in

“Do we have everything?” Daichi asked looking between the three bags,” I say so, Daichi relax” you hummed, you looked down at Haruto who was peacefully drinking his milk while his father was slowly losing his mind.” Baby, this be our first time taking care of Haruto without my parents nearby, we be to busy with the matches to buy something new, so we need to pack everything in perfect quantity” he said kneeling in front of you rubbing Haruto’s head while he was feeding,” He’s still quite small, even though he eats regularly” Daichi said,” The doctor said, he’s healthy so no need to worry” you smiled at him, trying not to move too much so Haruto won’t be distributed that much. Daichi hummed and kissed his son’s head,” Also, I meet up with Michimiya and she found something very cute, look inside the closet and bring out the red bag” Daichi did as he was told, he opened up the red paper bag and a smile broke out on his face once he saw what was inside,” The team will love this” he chuckled,” I guess we need a bigger bag” he said grabbing a larger suitcase.

“Hello, there little troublemaker, ready for Tokyo?” Ukai asked in a baby tone looking at Haruto who was sucking at his pacifier. Meanwhile, Daichi was strapping him into the seat beside you,” Do you need help?” Suga asked after stuffing his back in the overhead debarment,” Yeah, I should be, ask me the same question in 5 minutes again” he chuckled, the car seat is brand new, bought just for the trip as Haruto's other seat was to difficult to take out of his parent's car,” Hey there Haruto” Tanaka said rubbing the boy's belly,” Kiyoko is looking so you better not start crying” he whispered making Haruto give him a side glance before focusing back on Coach Ukai and Takeda in front of him who were making faces at him, you looked at the instruction on your lap noticing something seeming off,” Emm Dai, I think you need to redo it?” Daichi lifted a brow,” Why?” he asked confused and slightly annoyed,” Because it says for children under 2 the seat needs to be facing the car seat” you said holding the instruction in front of his face”,” What?” he said taking the piece of paper of you,” Shit-”,” No swearing in front of the baby” you slapped his head,” Here taking him” Daichi said handing you the baby so he can readjust the seat,” Are you hungry?” you asked Haruto who was pulling at your shirt like his life depended on it,” Kiyoko, can you give the blanket? I need to feed him, saving you from a screaming banshee”,” Sure” Kiyoko handed you the blanket Michiymia made for you,” Does it hurt?” Noya asked popping up behind you,” It tickles at first but it's draining, I always need something to eat and drink afterwards” you said throwing the blanket over Haruto as he latched on,” Daichi, you better get going, we are leaving soon” Ukai said making Daichi groan,” Everyone please settle down, once Daichi finishes we are leaving” Takeda, you peaked under the blanket seeing Haruto’s brown orbs staring up at you, the more he drank the sleepier he seems to become,” How much do I beg to be in Haruto’s position” Daichi mumbled on his breath,” Win, the first match and you have the right” you whispered making Daichi’s cheeks heat up,” You beat I win” he mumbled giving you a wink,” Got it” he snapped his fingers happily,” We can drive, he won’t be finished for a while” you said to Ukai who gave you an unsure glance,” Got it” he thumps up.

After finishing their first round of training in Tokyo and inspecting the opponent Daichi collapsed on the futon, he closed his eyes when he felt a small weight on top of him, he opened his eyes and saw Haruto laying on his chest,” Hey there buddy” he mumbled patting his head,” You don't seem to like Tokyo very much, you slept nearly the whole day” he teased making you giggle, your hair was slightly wet as you just came out the bathhouse,” Shouldn’t you be happy about that?” Yamaguchi asked sitting down beside him, gently caressing Haruto’s chubby cheek,” I am, as it wasn’t like that for a while, he would make up crying every 30 minutes” Daichi sighed carefully sitting up,” You put that on yourself” Tsukishima said, he was lying on his back,” Tsuki” Yamaguchi said kicking him slightly making the blond glare at him,” Well you might prepare yourself for that as he’s sleeping with us tonight” Daichi said in a serious tone,” But where? Wouldn't the futon be too hard for him?” Ennoshita asked worriedly,” With the baby futon he should be fine,” Daichi said making Ennoshita nod,” Ooh Haruto, we going ghost hunting today,” Tanaka said excitedly, laying on his stomach beside Daichi so he could make eye contact with the baby, Haruto just stared at him from between his father chest.

Arriving at the stadium Daichi pulled you close as your received some weird looks from people,” Ignore them baby” he whispered in your ear patting your back,”I got good at that?”,” Look who we have here?” a deep voice teased from behind,” Finally got chance to see the real sky tree?” Kuroo asked with a smirk,” We did” Daichi answered looking up at his fellow Captain,” Well, well, well, don't tell me you're getting nervous my dear Daichi” he continued to tease,” I see you're talking to much as a sign of your nervousness Kuroo my friend” Daichi teased back making Kuroo’s smirk drop,” This must the little Haruto” Kuroo said turning to you and Haruto, who was peacefully sleeping inside of his baby sling, his pacifier slightly hanging out of his mouth,” He’s cute” Kai said walking up with the rest of the team,” He must have gotten it from you than” Kuroo teased once again,” He’s so small, just like a small cat” Lev said crouching down to get a better look at the sleeping infant,” Isn’t it too loud for him here?” Kai asked,” For that, we bought him these?” Daichi said pulling out a pair of soundproofed headphones,” That’s good, we don't want to damage his small eardrums” he caressed the baby's face gently making Haruto’s nose scrunch up slightly making Kai aww,” DID I HEAR BABY?” a voice shouted, you cringed at the voice and quickly looked down hoping Haruto was still asleep, the baby stirred and changed buried his head deeper into your chest but didn’t see to wake up,” Bokuto, keep your voice down” Akashi scolded,” But baby” Bokuto said pointing at the child,” Yes, exactly, you know how much effort it takes to get a baby to sleep?” Bokuto shook his head and tippy-toed his way over to you,” This Haruto, he's just a little over a month old” you said readjusting Haruto a little bit,” So tiny, just like a small owl” he cooed,” It’s me, Bokuto your favourite Uncle”,” Listing man, we can't keep having this conversation” Suga began rolling up his sleeves but Daichi stopped him with an arm across his friend's chest,” Who will you be playing today?” Akashi asked as Nekoma and Bokuto fussed over the sleeping baby in your arms,” Tsubakihara Academy” Daichi answered not taking his eyes off you and his son,” Think you can take them?”,” We didn't come here to lose in our first match” Suga answered making Akashi smirk,” Good to hear, good luck than” Akashi said,” Bokuto, we need to warm up” Bokuto sighed, his hair dropping a bit, he gently grabbed Haruto’s hand and shook it,” Goodbye little owl” he said before walking away slowly,” I guess, we should warm up to. You better win your game Daichi” Kuroo patted Haruto’s head before leaving,” I will change him” you winked at Daichi making him nod,” Okay, let’s start our warm-up then” Daichi said.

Halfway through their warm up the team heard a small giggle making them stop what they were doing. They looked in the direction the giggle came from and saw you enter the room with an awake Haruto, who happened to be dressed in a crow costume,” Surprise boys” you smiled,” He’s so cute”,” Our own little mascot”,” We definitely will win now”, the boys said altogether,” So cute” Yachi gasped, her cheeks were red and voice got an octave higher,” Where did you get costume anyway?” Tsukishima asked trying to hide, the fact that he finds Haruto adorable inside the costume but you easily picked up on it,” Michmiya did, Dai always called him his little good luck charm, so why not make it official” you smiled,” Well I say mission accomplished” Ukai said taking Haruto off you,” We can use your cuteness as a distraction against the other team” he said gently pinching Haruto’s nose making him giggle,” No Karasuno team had a mascot before, so we defiantly have a win under our bag” Takeda said standing on his tiptoes to see Haruto better, who was currently chewing on the zipper of Ukai’s clothes,” Haruto, don't put that in your mouth, You don’t know the last time he washed it” you said grabbing the zipper out of his mouth and taking the baby back in your arms,” Hey” Ukai said,” Yachi, could you take him to the stands? I need to stay inside the court”,” Sure no problem” Yachi said gently taking Haruto off you,” Everything you need for him inside the bag, I feed him while changing him, so we should be fine for a hour, if he gets hungry there is a spare bottle of milk inside the bag” Yachi nodded at information,” I won't mind having him beside me” Ukai said about to reach for the boy but Yachi turned away from him making him frown,” Love the sentiment Coach but it be to dangerous, a ball could easily hit him” you said,”Fine, but once we finish I will hold him again”,” I haven’t hold him once, so it be ME.... I mean it is me Coach” Tanaka said,” You just want to impress me and Y/N,” Kiyoko said making tense up,” No of course not, okay maybe it’s a tiny reason why but just look at him, he’s wearing a crow costume. He's so cute” Tanaka said,” The cutest, just like his mother,” Noya said making you roll your eyes.

It seems to dress Haruto in a crow costume did give the boys motivation as even though the other team came close multiple times they took both sets home. “Congrats boys” you pecked Daichi’s sweaty cheek,” Do you know who were playing next?” Asahi asked as Daichi wrapped his arm around you while you handed out towels and water bottles to the others,” I heard it’s Inarizaki” Yachi said popping in from behind with Haruto in her arms,” Let me take him” Daichi said bur Yachi turned slightly,” No, you must be tired. I hold him” she said,”I can hold him” Tanaka said,” No, I can” Noya said pushing his friend aside moving with open arms towards Yachi who looks ready to fight for her life,” I’m his Godfather so let me take him” Suga said lowering Nora’s hands,”I could hold him as well” Asahi said quietly,” I want to hold him as well” Hinata said but Kageyama grabbed him by his collar,” You just drop him”,” I have a little sister, you be the one dropping him”,” No, I won’t”,” Yes, you would”,” No, I won’t” the began arguing,” What about us” Yamaguchi asked pulling Tsukishima forward,” I’m the most responisbal after Daichi, so I should be” Ennoshita said, Kinnoshita and Narita nodded but didn't say anything,”Shut it all of you” Ukai shouted making everyone quiet,”I hold him, you all shower and get dressed into something clean. We are having a meeting about our next opponents” Yachi reluctantly gave the baby over to the Coach,” I just saved it from rough Volleyball players” he said gently, Takeda rubbed the baby back with a soft smile,” It seems our son, stole the team's heart” you mused to Daichi, Daichi hummed smiling at his son was still surrounded by his teammates,” Just like his mom stole my heart” he teased,” Y/N, can you help us with the equipment?” Kiyoko asked,” Sure” you pecked Daichi’s cheek,” Please take a shower, you smell like road kill, all of you do,” you said scrunching up your nose as you heard some offended gasps behind you.

“I feed him” you held out your hands for Ukai to give you Haruto back,” Haruto isn't hungry, aren't you? You're fine” Ukai said but Haruto did grabby motions towards you with a cute little pout,” Fine” he sighed handing you the baby, who began pulling at your shirt. You walked into your room where Kiyoko and Yachi were casually talking,” got him back from the coach I see” Kiyoko giggled,” Are you feeding him?” Yachi asked,” Did you have much trouble with him?” you asked as you adjusted Haruto so he feed comfortably,” No, he was just a bit fussy a bit when I tried to feed him but after a while, he feed without a problem” Yachi smiled down at Haruto was happily drinking his milk,” Got many judgy stares?”,” Yeah, I don’t know how you do it”,” You get used to it” you grimaced,” Can I ask you something personal?” Yachi asked playing with her fingers,” Sure” you said wiping some milk from Haruto’s chubby cheek,” Did you see your parents again? Like do they know Haruto is born?” you bit your lips, you looked down at Haruto who slowly got druzy from the milk, he looked so cute,” No, they wouldn’t care anyway. They called me a whore when they found out and kicked me out for my choice. They made me choose, and in their eyes I choose wrong” you sighed,” I’m sorry for bringing it up” Yachi said blushing looking at the ground,” No, it’s fine. I don’t care about them anymore, I have Daichi and his parents and you guys of course” you smiled making the girls smile back at you,” He looks like a small drunk person” Kiyoko joked,” Daichi’s siblings said it as well”.

“Is Haruto asleep?” Daichi asked as you joined him and rest for dinner, you nodded,” Here, I got this for you” he said placing a plate full of food in front of you,” Thanks Dai, how did the meeting go?”,” Inarizaki, are one of the favourites to win, all good players, they even have one of top 5 aces on their team Aran Orijo” Daichi said taking a sip from his drink,” You played Bokuto, and he's in the top 5, so Orijo shouldn't be a problem”,” We never won a practice match against them” he pointed out,” But you guys won against Ushijima and he’s in the top 3, so Inarizaki shouldn't be a problem”,” That’s what I was trying to say, now that we beat Ushijima, I feel like we can beat anyone” Tanaka said throwing his arm around you,” You have 5 seconds to take it off or I will rip your arm out your socket and use it to clean the bathrooms” you said making your fellow 2nd quickly take his hand off,” That was kinda hot” Tanaka whispered into Nora’s ear making the boy nod,” Anything she does it hot, what a milf”,”Noya” you said warningly.

“Sleep tight Haruto” Daichi kissed his son's forehead, he stayed watching him for a while, seeing Haruto’s small chest going up and down gave him a sense of peace,” The same goes for you,” you said patting Daichi’s back,” You sure you be fine? I can take him back to the boys, they won’t mind-”,” Daichi, you and the boys need all the rest you can get, we be fine” Daichi sighed and looked back at Haruto,” Fine, but put him back in Crow costume tomorrow”,” I would love to but he threw up all over it, just baby things” you shrugged,” I will think of something which will lift the team's spirit” you patted his chest, he has gotten more muscular, just a tiny bit, but just enough to make you feel things,” What about the promise you gave me on the bus?” he asked cheekily,” Dai, the girls could walk in any second” Daichi pouted,” We can lock the door or go into the bathrooms?”,”How about, we do it once we get back home?” Daichi's pout didn’t leave his face,” Fine”,” I will also cook your favourite meal, just don’t hurt yourself again”,” I promise I won’t” he pecked your forehead and left the room just as Yachi and Kiyoko entered,” The bathrooms are free, do you want to join us?”,” Sure” you grabbed the small baby monitor and left the room with the girls

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