#alpha daichi

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peppermint! <3

so this is an omega!reader x my favorite haikyuu characters in an adulut zombie apocalypse fic i i i dont think im ever gonna post it it is like 100 pages though

cw for kink and petplay and omegaverse, readers a prisoner but it's not?? quite yandere and also someone does briefly hold kuroo at gunpoint

You turn to Lev, taking a moment to observe him as you hand his phone back. He’s tall, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt and worn jeans, a red and white checked flannel tied around his waist. 

“It gets pretty cold down here sometimes.” He says, in relation to the flannel. “Let’s uh, lemme help ya shower so Kuroo doesn’t yell at me, huh?” You nod, and he takes you by the hand, leading you down the hallway. Your footsteps are loud on the sheet metal, and they make awkward music as you limp forward, leaning on his elbow. Kuroo’s room is at the end of the hallway, his bed still unmade. His bathroom is small, yellow grimey tile, clearly not picked for it’s aesthetic, lines the wall. There’s a small mirror next to the wall, and sitting on top of what looks nearly like a sink is a small tub of hair product. 

“Rat bastard,” Lev hisses, letting you lean against the wall. “He’s got running water. Glad I’m moving in up here.” He bends down to check his reflection and then fiddles with the shower. “Water gets pretty hot,” he eyes you, then looks at the small space. “I uh, looks like though there’s no handle or anything, and you, you don’t have a crutch.” You let out a long breath. 

“Do you want me to wear clothes?” You offer. 

“No no,” Lev says, collecting himself, “I uh, then you’d be all wet and cold, lemme help you get undressed. I’ll be respectful, I promise.” True to his word, his hands don’t wander, even as he fiddles with your bra clasp, and pushes your leggings down your thighs. He painstakingly moves the elastic fabric over your swollen foot. “This looks bad.” 

“Kuroos said it was sprained.” You say softly. Lev furrows his brow but doesn’t say anything, helping you into the stream of warm water. 

“Careful.” he says softly, “Careful.” You cover your body to the best of your ability, embarrassed. “It’s uh, it’s okay. I’m doing my best not to look.” Kuroo’s got one bottle of peppermint scented castile soap, and you wash your body and hair with it before letting Lev wrap you in a towel and carry you out. He tucks you into Kuroo’s bed, handcuffing you to the frame with an apology, something about orders. You wave him off and close your eyes, enjoying the sheets and blankets that are soft and fluffy, and smell like Kuroo. 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not having a good day. He thanks his younger self for all the agility training he’d done seconds before diving out of the path of a flaming oil soaked ball of paper. 142 Evergreen Lane was at first glance an unassuming, if slightly large, brick house. It was proving to be nearly deadly. Part of the driveway gave way underneath them upon their first arrival, and ringing the doorbell brought an avalanche of bricks that nearly rained down on their heads. 

“Kuroo,” Akaashi snaps, “Call her.” 

“I am,” Kuroo rolls away from another projectile, this one splats and then sizzles on the concrete. He dials Lev, who’s dragging the other alpha’s mattresses into Kuroo’s room. He picks up and Kuroo doesn't bother with greetings. 

“Put the omega on the phone,” He snaps, and Lev sprints into the bedroom, waking you with one hand, putting the phone to your ear. You wake slowly. 

“Hm?” 

“I need to know how to disable the flamethrower,” Kuroo snaps. “Now.” You blink a couple times. 

“Can’t be,” you yawn, “Can’t be disabled, it has to run out of fuel.” 

“Who the hell did this to your hideout?” Kuroo demands, “The bricks-” You giggle and the soft music of the sound knocks the wind from his chest. 

“I did, dummy.” 

“Dummy’s not a good idea.” Kuroo seethes. “You’ll pay for dummy later.” 

“You have to go around the back,” you say quickly, hoping to redeem yourself, Kuroo starts to move, gesturing to the others, “And go directly through the basement, there’s a keypad, you’ll have ten seconds to type in the passcode or the floor will give out.” 

“What the fuck-” 

“Kuroo I knew, okay, I knew I was maybe the only omega for miles.” You say, desperation coloring your tone. He sighs. 

“Passcode.” 

“Are you there yet?” 

“I’ll remember it,” he says sharply. “Passcode.” 

“899733421212.” You say, and he grunts, you hear some movement, and then the sound of your heavy door opening and closing. “Now you have five seconds to put this pattern in.” He swears violently. “Triangle, square, triangle, triangle circle.�� He presses the button and relaxes as the lights in the small room dim. “You should be alright now.” You say quietly, “Maybe put me on speaker and I can try and get the kids not to attack you.” Kuroo fumbles with his sat phone but two small projectiles hit and attach themselves to his leg. 

“Hey!” One of them yells. “You’re not y/n!” Kuroo blinks a couple times, and realizes that two kids, maybe sixish years old, have affixed themselves to his legs. He walks forward, followed into the house by Akaashi, Bokuto and Yaku. Two more young kids throw themselves at Bokuto and he catches them dexterously. 

“Hey,” hey smiles brilliantly, “Nice jumping!” 

“Grrr,” one of them yells. Two more kids come running down the hallway, followed by a gangly teenager who’s holding a gun in shaking hands. 

“Hey,” Kuroo says quickly. “We’re not here to hurt you, we’re uh, we’ve talked to your leader, and she agreed that our base is safer. She’s injured, or she’d be here.” The teenager doesn’t put the gun down. 

“I wanna talk to her.” He says, voice cracking. “How do I know you’re not with the Miya’s, that this isn’t a trick?” Kuroo cocks his head, that name ringing an old bell. 

“Miya?” Bokuto says. “Like, Atsumu Miya.” 

“That’s him.” The teen says, and Kuroo sees a 12 year old hiding behind him. “He couldn’t get in here, but he said he’d torch this place if y/n didn’t come out and give herself to him. Kept raising the “rent”,” he cocks the gun, “I wanna talk to her.” Kuroo puts his hands in the air. 

“Come take the phone from me, she’s on the line.” The kid has straw blonde hair, and acne, he scoots forward and takes the phone, putting it to one ear while holding the gun in the other. 

“Hey, kiddo.” 

“Oh my god.” He breathes, “I’ve been so worried.” 

“I’m fine, just sprained my ankle and these guys took me in. They have a whole base, and y’all are gonna go back with them.” He relaxes, putting the gun down on a table. Kuroo snatches it, pocketing the weapon. 

“Can we trust them?” 

“No choice.” You confirm. “Better option than Miya, I think, though.” He nods. “Be careful, for me,” you say, “Alright, Hikaru, I’ll see you soon.” He hands the phone back to Kuroo, who glances down at the children attempting to climb him. 

“Where are we, exactly?” 

“This is her childhood home.” The teen holds a hand out. “I’m Hikaru.” 

“Kuroo.” He points behind him. “Bokuto, Akaashi, Yaku, Daichi, Ushijima.” Hikaru gives them a little wave and Kuroo takes more stock of his surroundings. “She grew up here?” Hikaru nods. “Boys, we oughtta bring her something nice from her bedroom, huh?” 

“She sleeps in the first one at the top of the stairs.” Hikaru says, “I guess, uh, I guess i can help the kids pack?” 

“I can too,” Bokuto says cheerfully, swinging a little girl with dark curly hair through the air, sending her into a fit of giggles. Kuroo gently peels the children off of him, giving them an affectionate pat on the head. Daichi follows him up the stairs, and so does Ushijima. 

“This is good.” Ushijima says. “So many children here.” Kuroo nods, putting you on speaker on the SAT phone. 

“Question, are any of these kids yours?” He asks. 

“Nope.” You stretch out on the bed, “All strays. I used to spend my days hunting alone for other people, and I only ever found other um, other people who were helpless. I think the inhumans don’t prefer to consume children,” Kuroo shivers, “So sometimes I’d find a house with dead parents, and a toddler who was eating all the food they could reach in the cabinets.” Something hits Kuroo and he blurts it out. 

“Oh, and your maternal instincts kicked in.” 

“Shut up!” You snap, and he cackles. “Of course, no one could leave something vulnerable out here in this wasteland, it would be, it would be wrong.” 

“I know plenty of people,” Daichi says, “Who would have done that.” Kuroo pushes the door to your bedroom open and it’s everything he possibly could have dreamed of. 

“Talk soon.” He says, hanging up. “Holy shit.” The bed is unmade, but not dirty, the walls a pale green. There are clothes hanging in the closet, suits from when you worked in an office, some freshly dry cleaned, still in plastic. He finds a duffel bag and dumps it on the bed. Ushijima thumbs through your closet. 

“I’m going to see if she has anything she might need from her bathroom.” Daichi excuses himself and leaves the other two men alone. Kuroo gets to snooping, easily breaking the lock on the top drawer of your nightstand. 

“Jackpot,” He whispers, and he picks up your journal, it’s medium sized with a soft floral fabric cover. Your handwriting is legible, but barely, he opens to a random page and starts to read. 

Prof. Kettering nearly killed one of my samples today, which, I suppose I know it probably was an accident but I’ve never seen someone so clumsy in the lab. I’m making excuses for him. I know he almost elbowed my petri dish off the table because he was so intent on touching the small of my back as he passed. 

And I know I’m smart. I know I am. I know I’m good at this, I’ve published papers, I’ve done important work. But I know what people see when they look at me. And it hurts. Therapist says I need to work on how much time I spend worrying about how I’m perceived but I can’t help it. I want people to see me as a scientist, and not as an omega. 

Maybe I’m delusional. I should just find the healthiest, kindest man and submit to him. It would certainly be less lonely. Every omega I know is bonded already. 

“This is quite sad.” Kuroo says out loud, and Ushijima cocks his head at him, and holds out a palm. Kuroo passes him the journal, and Ushijima flips through it. 

“She writes about work a lot.” He mutters. Kuroo goes back to your drawer and pulls out a soft leather gag. 

“Ahw,” he coos, “You know what this is?” Ushijima shrugs. “It’s for getting through heats alone.” The huge man’s brows knit together. “Oh my god,” Kuroo stifles a laugh, “Daichi, c’mere.” 

“What’s up?” Daichi strides back into the bedroom and Kuroo’s explosive cackle escapes from his lips as he holds up a soft plastic dildo, much too small to be alpha sized. “Oh god,” Daichi shakes his head. “Did you split her in half?” 

“I might have!” Kuroo wipes a tear from his eye, holding up the other thing in the drawer, “And this, look at how sad this is, “The Independent Omega: A Guide to Life Unbonded.”” It’s a book, with a white glossy cover and blue lettering. He tosses both the dildo and the book into the duffel bag. 

“It’s nice to know that we’re meeting a need, I suppose.” Daichi says, eyeing Ushijima. “Can I borrow you?” Kuroo nods, and lets Daichi lead him out into the hallway, and into the bathroom. “We should take these but,” Daichi pauses, looking conflicted, and Kuroo grins. 

“I love it when you make that face,” He says, “What morally questionable decision are you weighing?” 

“I don’t know,” Daichi hedges, “If we tell the others about these, just yet.” He palms Kuroo two orange pill bottles, they’re empty, you clearly took them for as long as you could. 

“Oh shit.” Kuroo breathes. “Benzodiazepine and uh, Fluoxetine.” 

“I recognize the first.” Daichi says lowly. “It’s for severe anxiety.” Kuroo sighs. 

“Yeah, the other is an antidepressant.” He presses his lips together. “We’re gonna have to be careful with her psyche, I don’t know how we’d get her more of these, but we should try. Maybe send Lev out with the scouts to raid pharmacies?” 

“Lev should stay with her.” Daichi couches. “She needs a friend, I think you were right about that. I can send Noya, Tanaka, and Ennoshita. Only Ennoshita might ask questions, and if he does I’ll tell him to fuck off and follow orders.” 

“Good man.” Kuroo touches his shoulders, then catches something, a micro expression on Daichi’s face. “What’s happening in that head of yours?” 

“I’m concerned.” Daichi says quietly. “About Miya. If he had his eye on her, that’s one thing. If he’s extorting more small groups in this area, that’s another.” Kuroo nods. 

“We’ll get more information about him from her, and then go out and take him down. It’ll be worth it.” Daichi nods, shaking his hand. Kuroo pockets the bottles, and heads back into the room. He digs through your drawers and let’s loose another explosive cackle. THe sounds draws Akaashi and Bokuto’s attention from the kids room. 

“Look at this.” Kuroo says gleefully, tossing some things on the bed, a spreader bar, various restraints, cat, dog, and deer ears, clamps. “Kinky little bitch.” Akaashi raises an eyebrow and Bokuto snatches a paddle up off the bed. 

“We can bring these things, right?” He says, whipping it through the air. Kuroo nods, tossing the rest of them into the bag. Ushijima goes to put your journal in, but Kuroo pockets it. 

“Think I’m gonna finish this first.” He says. He spends the next twenty minutes going through your drawers and putting mostly athleisure into the suitcase, focusing on leggings and tops he knows you can move in. He pauses when he gets to a drawer of lingerie, letting out a low whistle when he pulls out something soft and pink and lacy. 

“Shit.” Akaashi breathes, he’s alone in your room now with Kuroo, Ushijima and the others are finishing packing up the kids and any usable supplies. Kuroo tosses it, along with a few other lacy and sheer things, into the suitcase. Akaashi takes a few books off your shelf and adds them, next to the well worn stuffed animal Bokuto had insisted on bringing you. Kuroo’s SAT phone rings, he picks it up.

“She remembered something, apparently.” Lev says quickly, passing the phone to you. 

“I was saving this,” you mumble, “For an emergency. But I think this counts. The car in the garage has a full tank of gas.” Kuroo sighs happily. “Yeah I thought you might be happy about not carrying the kids and all their crap back.” 

“Very good girl.” Kuroo says, and Lev watches you preen involuntarily at his praise, “There’s a reward for this. Pick one thing from your room and I’ll make sure it gets to you.” You squirm with pleasure on Kuroo’s bed back at the base, thinking about it. 

“Are you bringing like, my hairbrush and whatnot?” 

“Yeah.” Kuroo confirms. “We emptied out your bathroom.” He realizes a second too late what that’ll reveal and attempts to make it seem like a voluntary exchange of information, like a gift he’s going to give you. “I talked to Daichi,” he says lowly, “Were going to try and get your scripts refilled but no promises.” You let out a shaky breath. 

“I hate that you know that about me.” 

“I already saw you as weaker than me,” Kuroo says with a shrug, “I’m far more concerned with the idiocy that led you to try and take on four men alone than I am on your occasional dependence on antidepressants.” You rub your eyes. “What thing do you want?” 

“There’s a picture of my family on the nightstand.” He hears the pain in your voice, and understands immediately. “Please.” 

“Of course.” He says. 

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(polyship) Alpha Daichi & Suga with Pregnant Omega Reader

AN: I really like how Daichi and Suga pair together, thank you for requesting this!

Word count: 900+

⭐ Honestly I can see Alpha Daichi and Alpha Suga not leaving you alone if you got put on bed-rest

⭐ Like Daichi is a gentleman, so he’s definitely very protective but respectful!

⭐ Suga is chaotic and trusting

⭐ So overall, they’re very understanding and caring alphas

⭐ But when you became pregnant?? All things were off the table

⭐ Talk about a clingy puppy because they deadass would follow you around, do literally everything for you. 

⭐ Like you were always treated like a princess before but wow this is a whole ‘nother level

⭐ once the doctor recommends bed-rest?? One of them is taking time off work to stay home with you

⭐ (And when I say time off of work, you best believe that these Alphas literally planned when they were going to knock you up so that your third trimester coincides with Suga’s summer break)

⭐ No questions, no arguments

⭐ But you don’t mind! Being pregnant with pups - you’re moody, you’re tired, everything hutrs and you have weird cravings. Overall, it’s just not a fun time!

⭐ They’re already super caring and doting Alphas, but as soon as you became pregnant, that INTENSIFIED

⭐ Daichi would drop an entire bag of self-defense weapons on your lap as soon as he finds out

⭐ Like he brought you pepper-spray, a taser, keychain alarms, a pen knife, and even those kitty keychain things

⭐ (Talk about overkill, Daichi)

⭐ Not that you would actually need any of it though - Daichi literally becomes your shadow

⭐ And if not Daichi, he has so many options

⭐As the two main Alphas of the Karasuno pack, your house is already the pack-house

⭐ Meaning? They have their pack-mates stopping by 24/7

⭐ (Though certain members are banned from visiting you without Daichi or Suga present simply because of the headache and spikes in blood pressure you would get)

⭐ (and when I say certain, I mean specifically Nishinoya and Tanaka. Hinata and Kageyama were banned from visiting together, but Hinata was allowed to visit you solo)

⭐ Japanese paternity leave is absolutely incredible ngl. So Suga milks the f*ck out of it when he gets the chance

⭐ Since he’s already on summer vacation, Suga will simply “start” his paternity leave when the school semester is about to start and spend the rest of the year doting on you

⭐ You and Suga had to convince Daichi to continue with his own job, though the man opted to take more administrative work in order to have a consistent schedule

Suga had stepped out for a second, just buying some more of your food cravings. He shook his head, staring fondly down at the bag. God forbid your cravings called for more sardines with tomato sauce, but what could he do other than take care of you? Just as he reached the doorstep, Daichi had pulled up into the driveway. “Where did you go?” Daichi called, stepping onto the ledge of his Jeep.

Suga lifted the bag. “More snacks for the wifey.” 

Daichi rolled his eyes. “Should have waited until I got home,” he chided, slamming the door as he joined Suga at the doorstep. “Who knows what type of dumb shit she’s gotten into.” 

Suga chuckles, unlocking the door. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

As the door swings open, Daichi dead-pans and faces Suga. “Fine huh?” 

“Hi Alpha!” You wave. You were sitting on the floor, a carton of ice cream open between your legs along with a bag of chips by your side.

Suga bites his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter. “Hey baby. Whatcha doin’ there?”

You shrug, eating another spoonful. “Got hungry.” 

“I can see that.” Daichi replied dryly before squatting down to your level. “How are my girls?” He gently puts a hand on your stomach, warmth filling him as a little kick greets him. 

You purr, leaning into his shoulder. “We’re good, Alpha.” 

Daichi hummed, moving the ice cream from its spot and handing it to Suga who brought it to the kitchen. “Let’s get you back to the nest, shall we?” 

You nod, a yawn overtaking you. “Wanna cuddle,” you mumble as he lifts you. He chuckles as you nose into his neck, placing a soft kiss onto the mark he bore on his neck. 

“We’ll cuddle soon, baby,” he promised, glancing over at Suga who had put away the snacks. “Coming, Suga?”

“Be there in a sec, Dai,” Suga responded, cleaning up the kitchen slightly. 

Daichi carries you to the nest, gently placing you in the middle of it before he turns, stripping from his work clothes. “How was work today, Dai?” 

“Good. Did you have a nice day today?” He slides into the nest beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you so that you rested against his chest. You let out a sleepy chirp, burying your face into his neck once more. The door opens, a jasmine scent greeting you. As Suga slides in behind you, scooting closer so that he could throw his arms around you and Daichi, as soft purring fills the room only to be greeted by two more deeper purrs. Coffee met jasmine as it enveloped you like the scent of a warm cafe. Your eyes fluttered shut, at peace between your two Alphas. The last thing you felt was two pairs of soft, warm lips that pressed onto your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” 

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Post-pregnancy omega!Suga and dad-bod soft-alpha!Daichi <3

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my anons really fed my thirsty-ass today and i appreciate it so much 🥰 Alpha Daichi reigns supreme in my head now tysm 

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A! Daichi with a pregnant o! Mate, he’d be so protective of his mate especially while she carries his pups, and since he doesn’t want to risk hurting her or their pups, in the third trimester he tries to dick them down less, instead he will spend literal hours between their legs slowly lapping at them, their hands tied up so they can’t move , so he can just say how much he loves her while slowly eating her out. Giving her thighs a slap when she tries to say she’s done,”omega, I’m not done yet,”

asdfghjkl wait this is so good like UGH my heart is full and my p*ssy is wet fkn hell 

i could see him not letting you leave the nest - let alone the house - once you enter the third trimester, and just doting on you 24/7. but something about you being pregnant and carrying his pups just does things to his Alpha. this man 100% has a breeding kink. as soon as you give birth (and it’s safe), he’ll definitely be knotting you again. 

UGH expecting father Alpha daichi would be the hottest fucking thing and nobody can tell me otherwise

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“i just want to make you feel good, Omega,” he purrs between your legs, tongue teasing the swollen nub, drawing out a soft whine of his name. “i wanna make you feel as good as you make me.” 

“Alpha, it’s been hours, please” you whimper

“fuck i cant wait for you to have our pups” he looks up at you with those blown-out black pupils, your slick coating his face and dripping down his chin. as he makes eye-contact, he lowers his face once more to probe at your entrance with his tongue. “thanks for the meal,” he rasps before diving back in

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Daichi is the type of alpha to spank his omega whenever they’re naughty, he loves brats, but if he sees someone who hurt them, or made them cry, he sees red. He will also pick up his omega(weight absolutely doesn’t matter to him) if he hears you talk badly about your body, he will spank your ass red raw, then finger you infront of a mirror while narrating and making you watch, and if you refuse... well let’s say that he doesnt stand for people badmouthing his omega, even themselves

bby im feral rn like hfs. THIS IS A WHOLE-ASS MEAL AND ILY FOR THIS !!

ugh, i can just hear daichi’s rasp in your ear as he praises you, naming all the things he loves about you starting with that tight, wet cunt. how it takes his cock so well. the sounds you make when you come undone or the way you whimper his name when you’re getting close. 

whenever you try and fight him or argue with him, that’s just another punishment he’ll be adding. wiggle around too much, and he’ll tie your legs together and edge you for hours until you apologise for disrespecting his beautiful Omega   

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You’ve heard of anger sex, you’ve heard of makeup sex, but yk what is criminally underrated, possessive sex. Alpha daichi with a short, curvy omega mate who just happens to have a really flirty personality and may be a bit of a brat and his inner brat tamer comes out in full force

also something i may come back to when i’m less burnt-out bc i just love daddy daichi so fkn much

anon i feel like all of my nsfw content has ended up being possessive sex (bc my dumb-ass is a brat who thrives on this shit) so you are speaking my language !! 

brat-tamer daichi is an absolute dream. like there is nothing better than riling your Alpha up and using his possessive nature against him. like UGH, just imagine kuroo flirting with you at the training camp and daichi’s just like Omega in that deep-ass voice. you better scurry on over or expect an even worse punishment..who knows, if daichi’s pissed off enough he might just fuck you in front of kuroo and any other alphas to make a point 

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Daichi will pull his omega onto his lap often, especially when around other people, even if there are other seats he will still pull them onto his lap and just muzzle their neck. And he loves to wrap his arms and legs around his omega while cuddling. He’s one of those alphas that love to play fight with his omega, and it usually ends up with him ontop of his mate, with their wrists pinned down and his Kees in between his mates legs, spreading them wide as he bites their neck

i might come back to this but 100% !! god, i love daichi so much like, this man thrives on physical touch. he’s not really the most possessive Alpha out there because your relationship is full of trust, but you best believe that he’ll always be all up on you.

and he’s playful asf too!! like, when he doesn’t have to play Dad (though you can def call him Daddy, Captain, or Alpha in bed 😉), he’s messing around with you. ughhh, i just wanna be a brat and wrestle with this man until he feels the need to claim me again 🥵

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Protective

tw: mentions of injuries, mentions of bullying

Word count: 760

Pairing: Alpha Daichi x Omega gn!reader

AN: Hey anon! My requests are basically always open haha. But I really like this ask! I haven’t really had a chance to write Alpha Daichi, and I appreciated this opportunity. I hope you like it! 

Daichi just makes me so soft and I had to write this. 

“Babe, I’m home!” Daichi entered their dark living room, flipping on the door light to slide off his shoes and tuck them under the shoe rack. “Babe?” 

Daichi sniffed the air, smelling the muted scent of his Omega. His brows furrowed, concerned. Usually, you would have sprinted into his arms as soon as he got home from work. It was also odd that your scent was so muted. Ever since you guys had moved in together, your scent dominated the entire apartment. Daichi dropped his bag off at the kitchen table, following your scent to the bedroom. He rapped his knuckles against the door, hesitantly opening it. “Baby? Is everything okay?”

He peeked in, finding a nest built in the middle of the bed. “Are you nesting, love?” He chuckles, stepping in as a wave of relief hits him. If you were nesting, it makes sense that you didn’t want to leave it. “Can I join in?” Daichi asks, standing beside the bed. He tilted his head when he heard you burrowing in deeper before chirping in affirmation. “Is this a game?” Daichi shedded his outer clothes and climbed into bed clad in only a t-shirt and his boxers. “Am I supposed to find you, my little ‘Mega?” He hums, hands ghosting over your form and gently patting where your head was.

“Found you!” He teased, tugging on the blanket only for your iron-clad grip to hold it in place. Daichi tilted his head, chuckling once more. So his Omega was in a playful mood, weren’t you?  You both tugged back and forth, the fabric stretching between your grips. Confusion pulsed through Daichi. You still hadn’t said a word, and the fact that you were really fighting him back concerned him. With one sharp tug, he ripped the blanket away to reveal a swollen face. Your eyelid was swollen and purple, and you were sporting a cut lip.

“What the hell happened?” Daichi asked, anger piercing his soul. A burnt coffee scent filled the air as he cupped your face, eyes darkening at the sight. “Who did this to you?”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “Dai, it’s fine! I’m fine.”

“Baby, you’re hurt. You’re bleeding.” 

“This isn’t too bad.” 

Daichi’s knuckles clenched as he hesitantly reached out to brush his thumb against your lip. You sharply inhaled, spiking another wave of worry through him. He took a deep, calming breath. “I promise I’m not mad at you, baby. I just want to protect you.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as Daichi carefully scooped you up and held you against his chest. “Please, tell me what happened.” Internally, his Alpha was simultaneously livid and upset. Who dared to hurt his mate? Why did his mate not trust him? Was he not a good Alpha? But Daichi suppressed these instincts, instead focusing on pumping a soothing scent out to his mate. “Please (Name).” 

You winced. It was rare for Daichi to ever use your name. Gulping, you buried your face into his chest and focused on his soothing scent. “Some Betas ambushed me after class,” you mumbled. “They were jealous that I was an Omega and that we were courting.” You sniffled, your eyes betraying you as tears started to streak down and wet his shirt.  

Daichi’s brow furrowed. Betas? I mean, Daichi had dated a few Betas here and there, not really caring for dynamics. But once he had met you? It was love at first scent. He couldn’t possibly be with anyone but you. After all, you were his bond-mate. He shook his head, he had to take care of the issue at hand. “Why didn’t you tell me baby?” 

You just shook your head, your distressed scent filling the room. “I didn’t wanna bother you.” 

“Sweetness. Love of my life.” Daichi cupped your face, brushing away those traitorous tears. “You are my world. Anything that concerns you, will concern me okay? So please, never feel like you are a bother to me.” His expression softens as he presses his lips to your forehead. “Did you ice it yet?”

You nod slightly. “Only a little bit.” 

“C’mon baby, let’s get some ice on that, ok? And I’ll clean your lip.” Daichi lifts you in his arms, carrying you into the living room. 

“Dai?”

“Yes love?”

“Can we cuddle?”

Daichi chuckles, looking down at his lovely mate. “Of course, sweetheart. We can do whatever you like, ok?”

You snuggle into his chest, your sniffles easing. “I love you Dai.”

“I love you too (Name).” 

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