#daichi ♥��

[kaitsawamura]

-> 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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Moodboard

“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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[vs-redemption]

yaho Cindy! CONGRATULATIONS ON THREE YEARS 🥳🥳🥳 for your event, may I request Daichi and the leather bound planner? thank you!

JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!! THIS IS FOR YOU JADE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! DAICHI AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Valentine's Day (Daichi Sawamura x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 700 Warnings: a tiny little suggestive at one part

Despite being a man who valued stability, routine, and sticking to what was familiar, Daichi was not afraid to push himself outside of his comfort zone. It just took the right motivator. And nothing got Daichi to expand his horizons quite like you did. He would do just about anything if it meant making you smile. That’s why he tried to go the extra mile to do something special for you for Valentine’s Day.

“This is intimidating,” he groans as he opens up the box with the fondue set Suga had let him borrow. His friend had playfully told him to just follow the directions before going on his merry way. Now Daichi was standing in the kitchen feeling a little overwhelmed with only so much time until you got home from work. 

He had a lot of doubts about being able to pull all this off, but he got to work anyway. He started off by preparing everything for dinner. Then, he took his time to carefully cut up some fresh fruit and angel cake squares to use for the chocolate fondue. Thankfully the flowers he ordered for you came on time, and he was able to light the candles and set the plates for dinner just as you arrived home.

“How long have you been home?” you ask, a little surprised by the delicious smell wafting out as soon as he opens the door for you.

“A couple hours,” he admits with a slightly guilty smile. “I wanted to surprise you with a Valentine’s Day feast.”

“Oh Daichi!” You beam at him when you come into the house and see the bouquets of flowers set up around your dining room. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did,” he disagrees, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face against your cheek. “I love you. So much so that it deserves to be celebrated with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.”

It’s no surprise when he reveals he made one of your favorite meals for dinner. He’d made it a few times before so he was getting more confident with that. His face flushed red when you complimented his cooking, but you could also see the pride in his eyes knowing he’d been able to make you happy.

“I hope you saved room for dessert now, love.” He shakes his head when you offer to help as he clears the dinner plates off the table. He brings you something warm to drink to give you time to digest a little as he washes up the dishes and prepares to bring out his little surprise.

“This evening has been so lovely already, Daichi. Just what else could you possibly have planned?” You eye him over your mug with a smile that has him flustered but excited at the same time.

“Now, now,” he teases while pulling out the tray full of fruit and other goodies, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh?” you perk up excitedly. You feel even more surprised when you see him dig out the fondue pot from the cupboard.

“It won’t take long to melt the chocolate,” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly after the pot is on the table. “At least, that’s what it says in the instructions.”

Soon enough, the house is filled with the smell of chocolate and Daichi gives you one of the fondue sticks so you can start dipping your desired treats. His heart fills with pride again as you hum happily around your first bite. It meant the world to him to see such a content look on your face, even after a hard day at work.

“I wish I could spoil you like this every day,” he admits as you two continue enjoying the dessert.

“But darling, you do.” It was the honest truth. “I feel your love for me in everything you do. Not a day goes by where I’m not assured of the depths of your feelings.”

It was music to his ears because after all the ups and downs and curves that life seemed to throw at the both of you, there was one thing he could rely on and find comfort in, and that was his undying love for you.

tagging: @ceo-of-daichi @honeybunny-sawamura @daichis-kitty @daichimorelikedaddy

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2023 : Day 8 : Glitter

Daichi/Ming-Ming | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ “Atta boy, Strata Dragoon!” Daichi cried as his beyblade landed one last powerful blow.

The force of the hit sent Ming-Ming’s blade flying into the forest, where it embedded in one of the trees with a sickening crunch. A flock of birds fled in a mass of flapping wings and fallen feathers, after which the clearing was strangely quiet.

“Oh, no – Venus!” Ming-Ming ran to free her beyblade as the dust settled.

Daichi recalled Strata Dragoon. It hit his palm forcefully, but his hands were calloused enough that he barely felt it. He gave his blade a cursory once over – a few bumps and bruises, but nothing Kenny couldn’t help him iron out – before shoving it back into his pocket and turning his attention to his opponent.

Ming-Ming was delicately picking her way back out of the forest, her beyblade clutched against her chest.

“It’s not broken, is it?” he asked when she made it out.

Ming-Ming opened her hand to reveal Venus cradled inside. It looked fine from where Daichi was standing and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need her teammates coming after him about dicing up her beyblade before the tournament had even started. He’d just been so eager for another battle…

“It looks okay…”

Ming-Ming gave him a smile that would make steam come out of Kenny’s ears.

“Just a little scratched,” she confirmed and slotted her blade back into the case strapped around her leg. She gestured to the wide open space that served as the scene of their battle and said, “The landscape is worse off.”

Daichi looked around at the deep trenches their blades had cut into the ground and shrugged. “Nothin’ a good rain won’t fix.”

Ming-Ming giggled. She was always doing that, laughing at him when he didn’t mean to be funny. He could tell his confusion was showing on his face, but Ming-Ming didn’t bother explaining herself. Instead, she took a deep breath of the sea air and walked to the edge of the lookout.

Daichi joined her. It felt rude to walk away when he’d been the one to invite her here to battle. He should’ve known she’d want to look at the scenery afterward. Girls liked that kind of junk. He guessed it was nice; the stairs lined with trees, the clearing with benches, and a nice open view of the ocean below. A little polished for his tastes, but nice.

“Do you have a coin?”

“Huh?” Daichi looked up from the pebbles he was kicking past the railing and down into the water.

“For the binoculars,” Ming-Ming elaborated with another one of those smiles.

“Oh.” Daichi flushed; he felt flustered that she’d caught him not paying attention. He reached deep into his pockets and found one of the coins he kept on hand in case he ran into a really good vending machine. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Daichi.” Ming-Ming’s hair bounced when she spun back around to face the ocean. Everything about her was bright and bubbly, but it didn’t get under his skin as much since BEGA went down. He thought that maybe it was because the leftover annoying traits belonged to her and not the caricature BEGA had splashed all over billboards.

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged and leaned against the rail at the edge of the outlook.

Beside him, he heard the click of the coin dropping into the binoculars, followed by a metallic squeal as she turned them to take in the view.

Daichi sighed and drummed his fingers on the railing. He watched a couple birds floating on an updraft for a while. One of them dove down to snatch a fish out of the water before shooting off into the distance. The ripples it left behind disappeared in seconds, swallowed up by the pattern of the wind on the water.

“It’s so pretty here,” Ming-Ming said wistfully. The binoculars timed out with a click and she sidestepped closer to Daichi, their elbows brushing. “This would be a perfect location for a music video.”

“I guess…” Daichi mumbled. He had no opinion one way or another, but he knew somebody who would. “Hey are you coming out with any new music? Kenny’s been wondering since they announced the tournament.” Maybe if he brought an answer back, Kenny wouldn’t be too mad that he’d let Venus scratch up Strata Dragoon.

Ming-Ming hummed, suddenly stoic. She looked out to the horizon, letting the breeze brush her bangs out of her face and carry the sweet smell of her perfume away with it.

“Kind of.”

To Daichi, who’d been waiting for an answer that sounded like one of her old interviews, it was an odd response.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” he asked, studying her closely.

Ming-Ming looked pensive. She didn’t meet his eyes, instead gazing out over the water like she might find the answer to his question on the horizon somewhere.

“It’s hard,” she said, pausing hesitantly for a brief moment before continuing, “after everything that happened with Boris and BEGA.” She sighed and everything from the curls in her hair to the frills on her shorts seemed to droop as her shoulders did.

She was looking down now and Daichi was hoping against hope that she didn’t start to cry or something. “That wasn’t your fault,” he said, hoping she didn’t notice how alarmed he got when the next breath she took was shaky.

“My record label thought differently.”

Daichi remembered as soon as Ming-Ming said it; Kenny had cried about her label dropping her for weeks! He winced. “I’m sure you could find another one,” he said in a hasty effort to backtrack.

“It’s not just that,” she said, sad brown eyes meeting his. “A handful of labels have reached out. Some even thought we could capitalize on the tournament to boost sales. But all of them expect the Ming-Ming from before, and I don’t know if that’s who I want to be on stage anymore. I don’t know if she exists.”

“Oh.”

He’d always known that parts of Ming-Ming’s persona had to be exaggerated. Nobody was that over-the-top and irritating. But he was just now beginning to realize that a version of her had existed before BEGA, and she had been hurt as much as her other teammates by the whole thing.

“Yeah,” Ming-Ming said, smiling again. It didn’t reach her eyes. “It doesn’t help that every time I try writing songs, I get stuck. None of them come out like they used to.”

“Maybe they shouldn’t,” Daichi said with a shrug. He’d never cared for her old music, anyway. It was all earworms and repetition. She could probably do better.

“What do you mean?”

Daichi gulped, thinking for a second that he’d offended her. But when he snuck a glance, she just looked curious.

“Well…” He trailed off with a frown, furrowing his brows thoughtfully. He didn’t know how to elaborate without sounding like a jerk. He scanned the scenery, looking for anything that would help him get his point across so they could go back to normal.

“There!” he called, pointing out at the ocean with one hand. The sun was starting to set now, reflecting in a spray of colors over the surface of the water.

“The ocean?”

“It’s pretty, right?” he asked, fixing her with a fierce look.

“It’s beautiful.” Ming-Ming nodded. “Especially during the sunset.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty on the surface with the light shining on it and stuff,” Daichi scoffed, “but there’s more to it than that. There’s a whole world underneath that nobody ever gets to see that’s way more interesting than some waves and colors that go away after the sun sets.

“Would you rather somebody talk about the sunset over and over? Or learn about everything else hiding under the surface?”

Ming-Ming looked confused. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re all frills and fluff and glitter on the outside and that’s what BEGA made you focus on,” Daichi said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He could go his entire life without ever hearing another ‘Hey! Hey!’. “But I think all the stuff stuck underneath is probably way more interesting. If all you write is more pop garbage like BEGA made you put out, you’re really just writing about the same thing over and over. It’s no wonder you’re stuck!”

Daichi finished with a firm nod. At some point he’d looked out at the water again. When he turned back to Ming-Ming, she was staring at him like she’d never seen him before. For a second he thought he saw tears shining in her eyes and was ready to hightail it outta there, but then she blinked and they were gone, replaced with some emotion he didn’t recognize.

Daichi cleared his throat. “Anyway, that’s my two cents,” he finished somewhat awkwardly, rocking back on his heels.

“Thank you, Daichi,” Ming-Ming said. Then, without warning, she grabbed his shoulders, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey!” he shouted as she pulled back and started hurrying away. He could feel his face heating up. “What was that for?!”

Ming-Ming didn’t answer, but she did turn around once, at the bottom of the stairs, to wave goodbye.

Daichi watched her go until she reached the top and disappeared from sight, feeling completely clueless. Slowly, as if he was in a daze, he reached up and touched his fingers to his cheek. They came away covered in sparkly lip gloss and he snorted to himself.

He should tell her to keep a little glitter in there, too. For Kenny’s sake, of course.

[tsumuus]

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random texts w/ random HQ boys; parts i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii.

the bachelorette | multiple character series

birds of a feather | kotaro bokuto

about you | toru oikawa

best friend | atsumu miya

looking out for you | tadashi yamaguchi, kei tsukishima

in my mind | hajime iwaizumi

right side of my neck | i. ii. iii. iv. | keiji akaashi

reflections | atsumu miya (♥)

it was always you | atsumu miya

olympic beach volleyball | toru oikawa

it'll pass | atsumu miya

first date headcanons | toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki (♥)

first date headcanons | tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke

crushing on you headcanons | tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura, wakatoshi ushijima, shinsuke kita

crushing on you headcanons | kotaro bokuto, asahi azumane, hajime iwaizumi, kiyoomi sakusa (♥)

crushing on you headcanons | atsumu miya, toru oikawa, keiji akaashi

lost love | tetsuro kuroo blurb

adore you | shoyo hinata blurb (♥)

risk | kiyoomi sakusa blurb

forbidden | kotaro bokuto blurb

bothersome | atsumu miya blurb

rivals | osamu miya blurb

i wish you were sober | rintaro suna blurb (♥)

phone works two ways, yk | atsumu miya blurb (♥)

cuddles | keiji akaashi blurb

meet cutes | shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi

meet cutes | atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, aran ojiro, shinsuke kita

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katsuki bakugou smau but hes got a little crush on you

pr manager | katsuki bakugou

how much i really liked you | tenya iida

pleaser | denki kaminari (♥)

disloyal | katsuki bakugou

physical touch | katsuki bakugou (♥)

grumpy x sunshine | katsuki bakugou

ready | shoto todoroki (♥)

dreams | katsuki bakugou (♥)

dreams part two | katsuki bakugou

one of your girls | katsuki bakugou

miscommunication | katsuki bakugou (!)

first date headcanons | izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki

american high school au headcanons | katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, hitoshi shinsho

rainy day | katsuki bakugou blurb (♥)

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falling behind | katsuki bakugou blurb (♥)

falling behind part two | katsuki bakugou blurb

untitled | katsuki bakugou blurb

my kind of woman | shoto todoroki blurb

awkward | neito monoma blurb

accidentally in love | katsuki bakugou blurb

crush on his coworker | izuku midoriya blurb

you know me | hanta sero blurb

he wants you so bad | katsuki bakugou blurb (♥)

enough | eijiro kirishima blurb

enough part two | eijiro kirishima blurb

sleep | katsuki bakugou blurb

words of affirmation | eijiro kirishima blurb

touchy | mirio togata blurb

cuddles | shoto todoroki blurb

sick reader | katsuki bakugou blurb

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[zumicho]

karasuno + nekoma aquarium date headcanons

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♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ nishinoya, kenma, daichi, kuroo, kags

TAGS / CWS: fluff just fluff

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YUU NISHINOYA

— is the one who asked to go

— CLINGS to you and pulls you by the arm while he runs around

— messes around with the kids who are there, making silly faces and fist bumping them, offering them his forehead and yelling “NOGGIN!” (gets offended when they miss the nemo reference)

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KENMA KOZUME

— will stare at you while you stare at the fish

— but when you turn to look at him, he goes back to his game

— sneaks pictures of you (kenma thinks he’s slick)

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DAICHI SAWAMURA

— pays for your tickets AND the family behind you’s

— buys everything you touch in the gift shop (in my head his love language is gift giving, argue with the wall)

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KUROO TETSURO

— says the weirdest things like “the fish probably think we’re aliens.” , “the way they swim in their own doodoo has the same vibe as cows walking around on their food” ,

— will take you to eat seafood after because he thinks it’s funny

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— refuses to go at first but has a better time than you did

— can stay at the touch pool / stingrays for hours

— refuses to eat seafood for months

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author’s note: in honor of ree (me) finally watching the movie i love them sm i missed them so bad. tobio’s & tetsu’s being polar opposites makes me giggle

[i4toge]

who said 'I love you' first?

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➼ they said it first

Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Hiromi Higuruma, Itadori Yuuji, Choso | Erwin Smith, Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer | Azumane Asahi, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Sugawara Koushi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke | Nakahara Chuuya, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakajima Atsushi, Tanizaki Jun'ichirō, Oda Sakunosuke | Aki Hayakawa, Denji.

Ieiri Shoko, Tsukumo Yuki | Pieck Finger, Mikasa Ackerman, Ymir | Higuchi Ichiyō | Kobeni Higashiyama.

➼ you said it first

Fushiguro Megumi, Inumaki Toge, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Toji, Okkotsu Yuuta | Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager | Sawamura Daichi, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Oikawa Tooru, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma | Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Mori Ōgai, Nikolai Gogol.

Kugisaki Nobara, Iori Utahime, Zenin Maki, Mei Mei | Sasha Blouse, Historia Reiss, Hange Zoë, Annie Leonhart | Kiyoko Shimizu, Yachi Hitoka | Yosano Akiko, Ozaki Kōyō | Makima, Power.

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[kaitsawamura]

Yay, thanks Mint! You heard it, folks 😈

Hi Mint, Kait from @kaitsawamura here!

I saw your idea about Reader corrupting Daichi and have been INSPIRED. It's not the exact idea you had but I was wondering if you'd be okay with me getting in the driver's seat on a fic inspired by that post; I'd tag you and all that good stuff!

Hope you're having a lovely day <3

Thanks for asking! I'm totally fine with that! Have fun!!!!

[feelyxstuff]

Fan Fiction Recommendation #3

Hey everyone! 🌟

I’m back with my third recommendation, and this one is all about the amazing IwaOi pairing! ♥ Before Sakusa and Atsumu came along, I was totally head over heels for IwaOi, and they’re still one of my top favorites!

I really hope you enjoy this pick, and have a fantastic day! 😊

(P.S. I’m going through a pretty significant change right now, and I spent the past few days diving into stories and getting lost in reading. Haha!)

Name: Conquering the Great King

Author: SuggestiveScribe

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Arquive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi; Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime; Oikawa Tooru; Kageyama Tobio; Sawamura Daichi; Sugawara Koushi; Kuroo Tetsurou; Kozume Kenma; Kindaichi Yuutarou; Azumane Asahi; Nishinoya Yuu; Kunimi Akira; Irihata Nobuteru

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe #Alcohol #Smoking #Rimming #Orgasm Delay/Denial #Anal Fingering #Riding #Semi-Public Sex #Masturbation #Pining #Fluff and Angst #Friendship #Exes #Porn With Plot #Public Display of Affection #Hand & Finger Kink #Scent Kink #Blow Jobs #Mild Face-Fucking #Sexting #Nudes #Phone Sex #Dirty Talk #Light Bondage #Voyeurism #Begging #Power Bottom #69 (Sex Position) #Improper Use of Outerwear

Language: English

Stats: Completed 2015-05-30

Link for the fan fiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3301085/chapters/7209029

Link for the picture: https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/572449802653344782/

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My thoughts: Iwaizumi and Oikawa have become one of my top ships, right after the classics like DaiSuga, KageHina, TsukkiYama, and AsaNoya. Their dynamic is just so captivating! I fell for them after the initial excitement of the first years, and their chemistry really stuck with me. 💕

I recently came across this fanfiction that is an absolute gem. The author writes IwaOi so perfectly, capturing their personalities and interactions flawlessly. The story is set with them as businessmen— Iwa is a dedicated editor, and Oikawa is in finance (from what I remember). They meet for what they think is a ‘one-time thing,’ but the chemistry between them is off the charts! The plot is so well-crafted and teasing that you’ll be hooked from start to finish.

There are also side relationships like DaiSuga and KurooKen (which I adore and totally recommend their side fics too!), along with a bit of AsaNoya and KageHina. It’s exciting to follow these characters through adult life challenges and savor the satisfying ending. Dive in and enjoy the ride! 🌟📚

My tags: iwaoi; haikyuu

[makeusdo]

Poster for upcoming DEATH STRANDING 2: ON THE BEACH featured Daichi Miura ♥

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[kaitsawamura]

omg that fic…i wish i could kiss your brain, you captured him so perfectly, he’s so sweet for his own good ;-; the way he was panicking bc he was so aroused I YELLED LMFAOOOO but you ATEEEEE ty for the meal 🙈🙈

the descriptions too ur writing is heavenly

IT'S WHAT DAI DESERVES, he deserves to let loose and know that he's DESIRED and that what he desires is okay too. I love him too much for my own good.

Regardless, thank you for the lovely, lovely compliments and the love on this fic, it really made my day T-T

(We're talking about . : THIS FIC : . if y'all haven't checked it out yet <3)

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[linwelinwrites]

Little Terrors

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Fandom: Haikyuu! Rating: General Audiences Word count: 813 words (3 minutes at average reading speed) Status: Complete (1/1 chapters) Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koshi (DaiSuga♥) Tags: Halloween Costumes, Parents Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koshi, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Established Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koshi Summary: Halloween with the Sawamura/Sugawara family is a cheerful (if chaotic) affair. aka the first years are toddlers dressed up for Halloween and Suga mama is running after them + some DaiSuga fluff after the kids go to bed

This fic began as two drabbles for October Drabble Night on r/FanFiction Discord, for the prompts "mask" and "candle". I liked them too much, so I tinkered with them until this little ficlet came out.

I love this AU, and I think it might become A Thing™ for me. I love tired Sugamama, rowdy first years as kids, and Daichi being so in love it's ridiculous.

[melhive]

Twitter Post

Happy birthday to Sawamura Daichi, congrats on, like, basically everything. Here's someone who can retire at the age of 26 because he has already contributed enough to society.

This piece was done for the For/From Daichi Zine, released earlier this year in honour of this best boy, and had me as a special guest ♥ The zine is digital only and completely free!

[yourlocalhaikyuugirl]

Haikyuu boys and things you do with him on Christmas

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑺𝒐 𝒖𝒉𝒉, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒄𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒄𝒔 ☀︎︎

♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-♥︎-

They bought the biggest Christmas tree they found, and then showed it to you with a big smile on their face. Literally the happiest person on earth when you decorate the tree with them.

Lev | Hinata | Nishinoya | Bokuto | Atsumu |Goshiki | Tendou | Kageyama |

You always bake gingerbread men together, and then decorate them with frosting and other toppings. Then you cook your national Christmas food with them.

Yaku | Yamaguchi | Osamu | Iwaizumi | Daichi | Asahi | Kita | Akaashi |

When it starts snowing, they take out a large speaker and start playing Christmas songs on it, like Last Christmas, or All I want for Christmas is you.

Suna | Semi | Sakusa | Sugawara | Kuroo | Oikawa | Iwaizumi | Kenma | Akaashi |

You go play outside in the snow, like try to capture snowflakes on your palms, or lay down and make snow angels or snowmen. They wanted to make kids and a pet for the snowman.

Kenma | Goshiki | Yamaguchi | Hinata |Tendou | Tanaka | Kita | Atsumu | Kuroo | Sugawara | Bokuto |

You decorate your house with Christmas lights, scented candles, cones, and cute plushies everywhere ( they secretly love squishmallows ).

Literally everyone ( Yea Tsukki too )

[uzuikyo]

haikyuu !

♥︎ = fluff

✸ = angst

⚠︎ = nsfw

! = dark content

★ = crack

***all characters are time skipped !!!

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⌕ akaashi

10:02 | ♥︎

⌕ asahi

14:05 | ⚠︎

⌕ daichi

20:15 | ♥︎ ✸

⌕ kuroo

17:34 | ⚠︎

⌕ kenma

01:32 | ⚠︎

more coming soon !

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⌕ multi character

hq men on valentines day (kageyama, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya & ushijima) | ♥︎

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⌕ text / social media aus

hq men when you stay up late (daichi, kuroo, asahi & akaashi) ♥︎

numb (kenma x f!reader) ★ ♥︎

random texts/posts (kuroo x f!reader) ★ ♥︎

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