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dyeher · 5 months

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Third Offense | HAIKYUU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s never a problem Suga.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fusaes · 5 months

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fav!character who loves seeing his frame devour you. the way his clothes just swallow you whole, your thighs barely visible. he thinks it's fucking adorable. you tried his pants before but wore his boxers instead. that sight alone drove him mad.

the times where you had to physically climb him in order to get something off a shelf or on the top of the cabinet, he loves it. instead of volunteering to get it for you, he knew you were too prideful to let him do all of the work. your hands grabbing onto his large biceps and toned back, his thin shirt giving you a glimpse of his nipples.

the little things where you still choose to sit on his lap other than any chair available, where he gets to wrap his big arms around you, completely engulfing you.

or when he's wearing a hoodie a little too big for him, (which was huge for you) you like to crawl underneath it, feeling his mellow skin warm you up more than any hoodie or sweater can. he loves it, trust me, he fucking loves it.

he loves helping you out. he isn't sure if his love language is acts of service, or he just loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, cause he's the first one you shout out for when you need help. he's always one call away. ''___'' ''___?'' ''___!'' and he's sprinting to where you are.

whenever he sees you doing something, if it's painting your nails, doing your hair, drawing, brushing your teeth in the morning with messy bed hair, he just loves seeing you in your element.

it might be weird, but he just feels so much better when he sees traces of you everywhere in your home. your toothbrush beside his, a plushie sat on your bed together, your small shoes beside his, your things on your side of the sink, and his things on his side of the sink, your towels being two different colors, he just loves it.

it might be corny, but he just loves you... being there. you two could be doing nothing and could still sit there for hours. one look from you and he folds immediately.

he's fucking whipped.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 ; (BEFORE WILD CARD) RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, OKUHITO IEMON, GIN GAGAMARU, SHOEI BAROU, AOSHI TOKIMITSU, TABITO KARASU, KENYU YUKIMIYA + ..

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ; DAICHI SAWAMURA, ASAHI AZUMANE, TETSURO KUROO, LEV HAIBA, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, KENTARO KYOTANI, TAKANOBU AONE, KOUTAROU BOKUTO, WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA, SUGURU DAISHO, ATSUMU MIYA + ..

and other of your favorite characters !

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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KAIRI I GOT YOU! I NEED ME SOME FLUFF WITH MY BOYS BOKUTO AND DAICHI THEY HAVE BEEN IN MY MIND NONSTOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU

OFC DEAR, I GOTCHU (sorry i got back to this late, school is ASS)

his girl. (part 1)

summary: a day in the life of being their girlfriend, of them being totally and utterly smitten with you.

a/n: no, you're not in a poly relationship with them unfortunately :')) but i hope y'all like these small scenarios! please don't be shy to request for any haikyuu characters with this prompt!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ daichi sawamura

it is no surprise that daichi is the captain of the karasuno males' volleyball team–what's there not to like about him? he's experienced, strong, very friendly, yet he makes it clear that he cares about the members outside of volleyball, that he cares about those he loves as people, not just as teammates or colleagues.

and of course, the same could be said about how he feels towards you, his beloved partner.

one thing to note about daichi is that he is a worrier, beneath that tough and sometimes scary image he has, he only gets this way when he's worried–when things get out of hand; and when it comes to you, daichi can't help but fuss over you a lot, but he is never overbearing, mind you.

he gives you your space when you need it, lets you figure out what you have to do to grow as a person and to let you live a little more independent from him–but he lets you know that, when things get tough, he wants to be your refuge; to be the one you come to seeking comfort in and helping you catch your breath from such awful or bustling days.

"now, now... don't beat yourself up, they were all small mistakes. yeah, sure, some of them might have lasting effects, but i know you're doing everything you can to make up for it; i'm right here for you, so please, don't ever worry about it–we'll handle it, together."

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ kotaro bokuto

he may be a bit immature, sometimes clueless that he is being immature–but can he help it, wanting to live in the moment and enjoy his last year of high school? especially with his girlfriend–you.

bokuto is a loud, boisterous guy with a massive confidence; he's kind of the stark opposite of you, and he loves that very much. he likes being all loud around the rest of the guys on the team when he's talking about you, whining about how the day's way too long for him to not spend every hour with you, and he loves catching your eye when you enter the court during their practice matches to see him play.

he goes absolutely crazy when he sees you in the crowd, he will personally go out of his way and climb into the bleachers just to hug you, to shower you with affection that's long overdue.

akaashi tries to stop him and hold him back from attracting too much attention towards you two, but as long as you're okay with it, bokuto finds no reason to not give the only girl he's made to love all the love, affection, attention and devotion he has for you.

"babe, i swear, i'm gonna win every set for you–every game you come to, you keep me going! i'm gonna make sure we win, not because i want to, but because it'll make you smile, right? so, the opposing team can bring it on, because i'll make sure we win, and i'll make sure you'll be proud of me–every single time!"

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kaitsawamura · 16 days

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

-> SUMMARY

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

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

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

-> STATS

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

Rating: M for Mature, MDNI

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

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

Word Count: 6.3K

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

-> LINKS

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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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# random relationship stuff w/ haikyuu

a/n = i finally have more time to write and i'm gonna use it as much as i can before school starts

with = karasuno 3rd years (daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, asahi azumane, kiyoko shimizu)

warnings = a teeny tiny bit suggestive for daichi, like one swear word? nothing else.

daichi sawamura

"haven't we forgotten anything, love?" daichi's voice echoed from inside the bathroom, hurriedly brushing his teeth as he tried his best to button his shirt at the same time.

he was as stressed as ever at this moment. you planned this trip together almost two months ago now, and yet it felt like he left everything for the last minute.

he loosened up when he felt you wrapping your arms around him from behind, a sweet kiss left on the back of his neck as you drew small circles with your thumb, calming him down.

"we still have an hour till the train comes, daichi." you whispered, gently smiling at his reflection in the mirror. "the train station is a five-minute walk from here. no need to rush, sweetheart."

daichi's heart almost melted hearing the nickname fall from your lips. unlike him, you were never big on using pet names, but you would do it from time to time, especially if it was to make him calm down. and, to no surprise, it always worked on him. this time was no different; a big, warm smile crept onto his face as he turned to face you, his hands swiftly finding their way to your waist.

he leaned in, gently pulling you closer to him, with little to no space between your bodies as his lips captured yours, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with the kiss.

"there's no need to panic." you murmured between kisses, your right hand going up to cup his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "i love you, daichi, but we need to find a quick solution to relieve your stress sometimes."

an idea popped into daichi's head, one that he definitely shouldn't think about, and you quickly caught up on what he was thinking, slapping him on the shoulder.

"hey! i didn't mean it that way. weirdo."

the boy laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and smiling at you, a sight that always made your stomach full of butterflies, no matter how long you've been dating him already.

"i know, love." his hand reached out to gently ruffle your hair, gaining a huff from you in response. "it'll be hard to recover from the amount of stress kageyama and hinata gave me over this past year."

a chuckle left your lips as both of you exited the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed, your eyes roaming around his room, tidy as ever. of course, it would be. daichi would never leave his room dirty before leaving for a longer time. he loved when everything was shiny and clean, and his room was a perfect depiction of that.

"we can go there earlier if that'll help calm your nerves more." his head turned towards you as he heard your suggestion, nodding quickly as an answer. "i'll buy us something to drink before we get there."

he gave you a knowing look, and you were ready to hear what he was about to say, his taller figure standing up, fingers intertwined with yours as he gently helped you get up, his other hand already grabbing your suitcase.

"love, if you think you're paying for anything on this trip, you're very wrong."

sugawara koushi

"honey, i think you messed the recipes up." sugawara stopped in his tracks at your words, a terrified look on your face as he turned towards you, his smile dropping in an instant.

he wanted to do something nice for today. after all, meeting your parents for the first time is a very important situation; one that requires a lot of effort from him to make himself look good in their eyes, so that when he leaves they can congratulate their kid on how good of a partner they found for themselves. so, to appear as a great boyfriend material, baking a cake for your family would be the right think to do, right?

wrong.

"what do you mean?" he mumbled the words, the bowl of cake batter in his hands, ready to pour it into the form. you smiled at him, taking a few steps towards him, your hands gently grabbing his and putting the bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"koushi, how many eggs did you add to the cake?" your question echoed through the kitchen, and he felt a wave of embarrassment go over him as he realized just how big of a mistake he made. his face turned a bright shade of red as he looked down, an awkward smile finding its way onto his face.

"four." sugawara whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sigh escaping your lips right after. he didn't expect to hear you laugh right after, a short, rather quiet laugh escaping your lips as you leaned in towards him, ruffling his hair.

"you messed up the proportions, suga." your words sounded gentle and warm, no signs of disappointment or annoyance in your voice, which he greatly appreciated. "it was supposed to be two eggs for that amount of cake batter."

a frown appeared on his face, a wave of sadness hovering over him as he realized that his best attempt to impress your parents had just failed. he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before looking up at you, his expression making your smile drop.

"i just messed up my chance for your parents to like me." he mumbled, both of your hands resting on his arms as you slowly rubbed circles with your thumbs. "what am i supposed to do now?"

"honey, they already love you."

you laughed softly, hand caressing his hair as you smiled at him, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to explain just what you meant exactly by your previous words.

"they had to listen me talking about you so many times, i think they know more about you than you do about yourself at this point." she giggled, seeing as his eyes slowly lit up hearing her explanation. "i even showed them pictures from some of our dates. they're amazed by how much of a gentleman you are, and i had to listen to my dad blabbering about how he finally has a future son in law material. you don't have to do anything to make them like you, believe me."

relief washed over him like a wave of fresh air as sigawara let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, a sweet smile appearing on her face. he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, a silent thank you for helping him with his overthinking, very simple but also very meaningful for the two of you.

"i'm glad to hear that." he said, his signature smile back on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "i am still buying flowers and chocolates for your parents on our way there, though."

you laughed, your hand squeezing his.

"alright, mr. gentleman."

asahi azumane

"here, let me help you with that." asahi popped up on your side the moment you entered his house, the sweetest smile ever gracing his face as he quickly took the bags from your hands, carrying them towards his room.

his mom let you in a few minutes ago since the brown-haired boy was currently occupying the bathroom at that time, and she knew that if she hears the doorbell on a weekend afternoon, the only person who could be standing behind the door was you. it was a tradition of some sort; every weekend you would stay over for the night, preparing a list of movies to watch with sugawara until you're too tired to keep your eyes opened.

"what genre are we watching today?" his voice reached you from behind the doorframe as you walked towards his room, grabbing a piece of your hair that just wouldn't stop falling down in front of your eyes. seeing the big grin on your face as you entered his room, the list of movies you chose opened on your phone, he already knew what the answer was.

horror movies.

they were your favorite, of course you'd use every possible occasion to watch them with your boyfriend. except that meant that asahi had to pretend like he definitely isn't scared of whatever is happening in the movie.

he was good with slasher movies. they didn't scare him almost at all, only making him jump a bit here and there if there was an overly bloody scene with too much gore. but paranormal horror movies with ghosts and demons? that was a whole different story.

and as if he just ran out of luck, that was exactly what you chose for today.

fuck.

both of you were sitting down on his bed, asahi's head resting on your arm as he did his best at pretending that the happenings in second installment of the conjuring franchise didn't scare the absolute shit out of him. your eyes were focused on the screen, laughing when a very obvious jump scare happened in the movie.

you turned your head towards your boyfriend only to find his face absolutely pale, the color of his skin reminding you of that of a dead body. reaching for the remote to pause the movie, your hand went down to his to give it a gentle squeeze, a concerned look on your face.

"you know, i would laugh at how scared you got, but you genuinely look like something just sucked the life out of you." your words were quiet, a hint of humor in your voice as you gently smiled at him. "we don't have to watch it, if you don't want to."

asahi quickly shook his head.

"i know you really wanted to watch it with me." he said, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as his hand went up to scratch his neck, his hair getting in the way as he decided to let it loose for today. "i'll survive it for your sake."

"you're the sweetest, azumane." you leaned in to gave him a quick peck on the top of his nose, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "if you get through this movie with me, i'll get you a thousand kisses."

his eyes lit up at your words, a big smile growing on his face, as he suddenly seemed to be very determined to watch it.

"let's continue the movie, then. i can't wait to get my reward."

kiyoko shimizu

"can you give me your hand for a second?"

kiyoko adjusted the strap of her tank top, which seemed to fall from her arm when she was focused on her work, a small yet genuine smile on her face as she turned to face you. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail in an attempt to make the hot weather a little less unbearable.

you stood up from the bed, putting your laptop down as you walked over to her, sticking your hand in front of you the whole way, even though she could only grab it once you were already at her desk.

it was something that you always loved about shimizu; the two of you didn't have to necessarily do something together to enjoy each other's presence. of course, there was no end to cute dates like picnics or going to every single cafe around town between you two. but sometimes what you enjoyed most were the moments where you two could just sit in silence, both occupied with your own things, yet still deciding to find a way to do them together.

"what're you up to this time, hm?" your voice sounded soft, your eyes roaming around the black-haired girl's desk which was full of different charms, beads, and whatnot. even though it all seemed to be a mess, you managed to distinguish the two color stories that she chose for her next craft.

her free hand picked up what seemed to be a bracelet, one she hasn't finished yet, her other hand grabbing the other end carefully so as to not let any beads fall off. you observed closely as she put it on your hand, wrapping it around to measure if she got the length correctly. you didn't miss how her smile grew just a tad bit more as she realized she measured it perfectly, a satisfied huff coming out of her lips.

"give me two minutes, and i'll be ready to show you." she adjusted the glasses on her nose, hand gently squeezing yours for just a second before she turned back to her work, grabbing a few additional things from the desk. you smiled, leaning over her chair to watch what she was about to do, eyes carefully scanning her every move. normally, kiyoko would hate if someone just stood over her like that and interrupted her peace, especially if she was busy doing something.

but it was different with you.

a bright smile appeared on your face as you saw the finished product, eyes sparkly at the sight in front of your eyes.

"i wanted to make them for a while already, but i never had enough time for it." she explained, carefully putting one on your hand, and one on hers.

the bracelets were beautiful. she specifically picked beads in your favorite color to make them, using similar ones for hers so that you'd be matching. it was only when your hand got close to hers that you realized the best thing about them; a heart charm, which both of you had half of on your bracelet, magnetically coming together whenever your hands were close enough.

if shimizu thought your smile couldn't grow more, you proved her wrong, smiling so much that it almost hurt your face. so close to each other that she could feel your breath on her face, you quickly closed the gap, planting a quick, sweet kiss on her lips.

"you're the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, you know?" you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. kiyoko smiled at you, nodding slightly.

"yeah. i know."

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noyasmashing · 26 days

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Love at First Light

Daichi x fem!reader

CW: Slightly dom!reader, fem reader, smoking, implied sex (no real smut)

A/N: Having some intense brainrot for Daichi liking someone who smokes,,, This is my first writing so lmk if you have any comments or criticism

He’s such a good boy. He doesn’t do drugs or drink, he gets good grades, and even plays volleyball, so why you? Ever since he saw you while on a run, leaning against an apartment building lazily smoking a cigarette his mind has been hazy.

After striking up a conversation, you handed him a cigarette with your number scrawled on it. Despite knowing he should focus on volleyball, he couldn't resist the temptation to text you. Harmless, he reasoned. He quickly discovered you were a third-year at Karasuno, just like him. Now during breaks between classes, he actively sought you out, whether to offer a piece of candy or simply to exchange greetings.

He made it a habit to encourage you to quit smoking, even going as far as bringing pamphlets highlighting the dangers of nicotine. Always armed with candy, he hoped it would serve as a healthier alternative. But when you unexpectedly pinned him against the wall and kissed him, the mingled scents of cigarettes and coffee only fueled his attraction further.

Daichi's breath came in ragged gasps as he darted through the deserted streets of Miyagi prefecture, his heart pounding with anticipation. The apartment building where you resided loomed ahead, a familiar landmark on his jogging route. It sort of became a routine for the two of you to meet when he jogged by.

As he drew closer, he spotted you in the alleyway, a half-smoked cigarette between your fingers. Knowing he was close, you squatted down and rubbed the lit cig into the exposed dirt.

As your ears caught the sound of his approaching footsteps, you rose from your squatting position, meeting his gaze as he stood before you, breathless and slightly flushed. A smile played at your lips as you greeted him, “I was hoping to see you here!” He smiled cheerfully, still being awkward as the day you two met.

"Caught me again," you remarked in a husky tone, teasingly crushing the remains of your cigarette underfoot. He chuckled at you remark shifting side to side nervously.

"Back at it with the cardio?" you quipped, your eyes trailing over his form appreciatively. His cheeks reddened further at your remark, stumbling over his words as he tried to maintain composure.

"M-maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you," he confessed, drawing nearer, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your legs. An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, a hand drifting to his shoulder.

"Such a good boy," you murmured, relishing in the effect your words had on him. His attempt at maturity faltered as he reached out to adjust your skirt, a futile attempt to conceal the tempting expanse of soft skin.

An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, “Are you trying to pull it off? In public?” Your teasing tone causing his blush to deepen. He tried to defend himself but the words died in his mouth when you looked at him like that,

"How about we head up to my place? You can continue your 'cardio' routine there," you suggested, guiding him with a knowing smile as he slowly caught on to your suggestive innuendo.

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 10 months

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Daichi, Suga and Asahi with a crush

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

Daichi:

-He’s a classmate that you’ve slowly become close with over the school year

-He liked you from the get-go and tried to use academics as a way to get closer to you

-Offering to tutor you if you needed it, working on projects with you, asking you for help occasionally, that type of stuff

-You would never realize he had a crush on you unless you were super close to him

-He’s just so nice to everyone, and he’s great at keeping his feelings under wraps

-The one giveaway would be how chivalrous he is to you specifically

-Opening doors for you, giving you his jacket if you look cold, dropping everything to help you, constantly complementing you ect.

-He’s the gentlemanly type

-His love language is acts of service you can’t tell me otherwise

-He jumps at the opportunity to help you, it doesn’t matter what you need help with, he’ll be there

-Constantly looks out for you, he worries about you sometimes and wants to make sure you don’t get into trouble

-He’s pretty open about his crush with the team, he thought they would just be like “Cool, go get em captain!” and leave it at that

-Mistake, BIG mistake

-Suga makes it his life goal to tease Daichi as often as possible ,especially when you’re nearby

-At this point, if he wasn’t so worried about your view of him he would have threatened violence on Suga

-The second years (Minus Ennoshita because he’s respectful) as well as Hinata and Kageyama thought it would be super helpful to boast about Daichi to you

-Hinata: “Wow, look at how strong Daichi is! Isn’t he so cool?”

-Tanaka: “Yeah, he’s one of the manliest men I know! His future partner sure is lucky!” *exaggerated wink and nudge*

-It makes anyone who hears it visibly cringe because it’s so obvious what they’re doing, but you somehow don’t pick up on it

-You’re just wondering who these random underclassman are, and why they’re gathering around you

-Like that’s sweet of you to say about Daichi but who are you?

-Although Daichi is visibly embarrassed by all this, he’ll quickly apologize to you before dragging his teammates off somewhere

-Yeah, they got an earful for that, but it’s not like that’ll stop them from doing it again in the future

-The team does make a genuine effort to befriend you though, after all they want to know how you captured their beloved captains heart!

-Daichi both loves and dreads when you come to his practices

-On one hand, he know the team’s probably going to harass you (he was right), but he really wants to share volleyball with you

-It’s what he’s passionate about and it means a lot that you’ve taken an interest in watching and supporting him!

-In turn, he loves to hear you talk about your passions, he loves hearing you get excited over your interests

-He’d probably confess in a more traditional way, probably by inviting youto a secluded area with cherry blossoms and confessing there

-He may seem calm and collected, but he’s very nervous on the inside

-He just loves you a lot. and he hopes you feel the same way about him!

Sugawara:

-He was a classmate of yours that quickly became one of your best friends

-He’s a menace, he loves to tease you (in a friendly way) and joke around with you

-Hides his crush pretty well, he’s not as subtle as Daichi but he’s nowhere near as obvious as Asahi

-His only telltales are how his voice shakes and how red his face gets when you’re super close to him

-He’s also more touchy with you than with his other friends, but he’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable with it

-He’s pretty protective over you, if he sees someone bothering you or making you uncomfy he immediately gets you out of that situation

-Because of how close you’ve gotten to him, you often go to him when you’re sad or upset

-While he’s normally a jokester, he’s a great shoulder to cry on when you need it

-He hates seeing you upset so he’s surprisingly serious when your down, even if it's something minor

-He’s great at giving advice if that what you need, but he’s content to sit in silence if that's what you need

-Hangs out with you outside of school quite often, and is down to do anything you are

-There’s this one cafe you two frequently visit, it’s where you two go when you just want to talk peacefully

-He makes food for you sometimes, he always has a spare bento on him incase you forgot your lunch

-The team adores you, they’ve never seen Suga as happy as he is when he’s with you

-The underclassman act the same towards you as they do with Daichi’s crush, but they make sure to do it when Suga’s not around

-Because lets face it, he can be scary when he wants to be

-Daichi and Asahi often invite you to practices because they know Suga needs support sometimes

-As much as he hates to admit it, he’s insecure about his playing abilities

-He knows that Kageyama has a lot of talent and is an amazing player, so he often doubts himself and his worth on the team whenever he gets benched

-But then he sees you cheering him on, and it reminds him that he’s a valued member of the team, and that people are rooting for him

-When he confesses, he probably just tells you during a hangout

-You’d be talking at the cafe and he just casually slips it in there

-He’s pretty nervous for your response, but he knows you would never intentionally him

-So all he can do is wait with baited breath for your response

Asahi:

-Oh boy

-Where to begin

-You’re a classmate of his that he rarely ever talks to

-Partially because you’re in different friend groups, and partially because he’s too scared to actually speak to you

-You guys had to work on a group project together once and he nearly died of nerves

-Asahi thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen the minute he saw you

-It’s so abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that he likes you

-He stutters when you talk to him, glances at you during class (more like full blown staring), focuses his attention to literally anything else the second you look back at him, turns red whenever you’re close by, god forbid you brush up against him or touch him, he dies on the spot

-He desperately wants to get to know you, but he has no idea how to go about doing that without you thinking he’s weird

-He’s also terrified that you believe the rumors about him and that you’re scared of him, but he reminds himself that you’ve treated him with nothing but kindness, and you’ve never appeared scared around him

-Sometimes listens in on your conversations with friends because he wants to know more about you

-He never told the team himself, the other third years figured it out after seeing him interact with you once and Suga snitched to everyone else

-Asahi begged the team *noya* not to tell you or to bother you because he knows exactly what the team is like

-The team feels bad enough not to bother you the same way they would the other third years crushes, but they know Asahi won’t do anything on his own to get closer to you so they resolve to help him win his crush over

-How you may ask?

-The first years! (minus Tsukishima because he can’t be bothered)

-Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Yachi come up with a genius plan to get the two of you together

-The plan is simple: become your friend and learn as much as possible about you, then give Asahi all the info on you so he can attempt to make conversation with you

-They also hope you’ll become friends with Asahi as a result of them being friends with you

-First up is Hinata, he just kind of makes himself you’re adopted underclassman I guess? Lord knows what his plan was

-He just kind of runs to you whenever he needs help, he asks you to tutor him or help him with assignments because “No one else wanted to help me and you look nice soooo”

-Once you get familiar with him, he introduces you to the other first years, who then quickly become your favorite underclassman

-They all follow you around like lost puppies, which is how Asahi found out about this whole thing

-He’s so embarrassed because now you’re getting followed by his teammates, but he sees that y’all get along so he leaves it be

-Through your friendship, they begin to ask you about your interests, what your talents are, what you enjoy doing, Yachi even asks for your music playlist if you have one because she needs music recommendations

-All of this info gets sent to Asahi (including the playlist)

-You also probably become friends with Kiyoko because of how close you are with Yachi, which is how you ended up coming to practice one day

-Asahi gets jump scared by you when he walks into practice, and for the rest of the day he cannot focus for shit

-He tries his best in hopes you’ll admire his strength and ability, he’s so nervous that he’ll fumble a play

-You end up starting a conversation with him about volleyball afterwards, (which nearly short circuited his brain), and thus started the beginning of your friendship

-He becomes less nervous the more you see out his company, and he begins to subtly bring up certain topics he knows your interested in to keep the conversations going

-The team’s glad to see him come out of his shell more around you, the first years are especially glad their little plan worked

-You end up becoming friends with the whole team after that, but you spend the most time with Asahi

-He’d probably confess through a letter, he may be more comfortable around you but he’s still a nervous wreck

-Although that ends up slightly backfiring because he has to wait for you to see the letter, prolonging your response and making his nerves grow

-Please respond as quickly as possible, his poor heart can’t take this stress!

Hope you enjoyed! (You can tell which ones my favorite because it’s the most well thought out one💀)

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honey-milk126 · 16 days

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Dating the Haikyuu boys (pt.1)

Includes: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Chikara Ennoshita, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura.

A/n: Some of the karasuno boys, there will be a pt. 2, I promise.

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Shoyo Hinata : (you are 16)

• Is always so happy to see you.

•If you are a manager, you get to see him practice.

•if you are not a manager, he will offer for you to come and watch him practice.

•If you play volleyball, he will go watch you practice, and go to your games unless he has a game that day.

•Loves to cuddle you, anywhere and everywhere.

•His sister loves you.

•she will play dress up with you both.

•Dates will consist of : Playing volleyball, hanging out with his sister, going to his coaches shop for snacks and movies, and going to volleyball matches.

•Nicknames for you: Sunshine, babe, my love, my sunflower, baby.

•Nicknames for him: My baby, my love, my king, my star player.

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Story :

"Babe!!" You heard your dear boyfriend yell.

As the match against Nekoma was about to begin.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready, babe?" You asked. Filling up a water bottle for the game it was for you but, you decided your boyfriend needed it a little more.

"Here, take my water bottle" you offered him.

"You sure? " he asked.

"Yeah, that way you don't accidentally drink after a team mate of yours" you said

"Oh, okay" he said kissing you.

"See ya after the game" you said

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Tobio Kageyama ( you are 16)

•He doesn't really open up, so it's difficult to communicate with him.

•Loves to cuddle, in private.

•Loves to have you watch him practice.

•Dates consist of : movie dates, and coffee/tea dates.

•Nicknames for you: Boke, baby, love, my love.

•Nicknames for him: King, my baby, sweetie, sweets.

•is okay with hand holding, in public.

•Has jealousy issues.

•Hates when you talk to Tsukishima.

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As you walked through the night, holding hands with your boyfriend. After practice was always so weird, it was nice, tobio was always so sweet after practice.

He would carry you if it was raining or snowing, but if it was sunny he let you walk, but he always held you so close to him. Making sure you always got home safe.

He would walk you home, then you guys would call until he got home, then you would FaceTime and watch a movie.

But if it was snowing or raining he would take you straight home, and your parent would over for him to stay, for the night. So he didn't get sick and he would accept.

You guys would then watch like five different movies, from different genres. Like romance, horror, ect. While eating popcorn and a bunch of snacks.

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Kei Tsukishima ( you are 16)

•Got earbuds just to share with you.

•Loves to tease you.

•will walk you home 100%

•Shares his food with you.

•Holds your hand.

•when walking he's on the side closer to the road.

•helps you with homework and study's for tests.

•will listen to Taylor Swift for you. (If you like her)

•Loves to shop for you.

•Nicknames for you: my shortie, babe, love, lovely, my queen.

•Nickbames for him: My tree, baby, my love, honey, sweetie, my king.

•Dates consist of: listening to music while doing homework, or dinner dates.

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As you were studying for an upcoming test, you had everything organized. That was until Hinata and tobio came and took your study guide so now you had just notes.

"Why are you using notes to study? " you tall boyfriend asked

"Hinata and tobio took my study guide. " you explained.

"Oh, those dumba$$e$" he sighs getting annoyed with them.

"It's fine, I should still pass. " you say calmly.

"Okay, when you do, i'// take you out. " he say holding you.

"Okay." You said hugging him.

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Tadashi Yamaguchi ( you are 16)

•Hes so shy with you.

•Tries to hold your hand, but the nerves.

• tries his best to help you study.

•Loves to dance with you.

•Will play music while cleaning up and just starts to dance with you.

•buys you flowers/picks them for you.

•Buys you little fake plants.

•buys you stickers.

•Dates consist of: Dinner dates, star gazing, slow dancing.

•Nicknames for you: babe, my love, my angel, babe, honey, sweetie.

•Nicknames for him: My shy baby, babe, love, boo, baby boy, my man.

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As you were washing dishes, trying to get them clean before your boyfriend came over. As you had invited him over for dinner, plus you a movie because your parents were out of town, plus they trust yamaguchi.

As you were finishing up the dishes, the doorbell rang, letting you know he was here. As you ran to the door, excited to see him. As you opened the door to see him holding some flowers.

"Huh, what are these for?" You asked.

"They are for you, babe." He said blushing

"I love you so much, babe" you said kissing his cheek.

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Ryūnosuke Tanaka ( you are 17)

•Simps for you 100%

•Gets so excited to see you.

•brags about you. (It annoys everyone but nishinoya and hinata.)

•worships the ground you walk on.

•Needs help studying.

•Loves to hold you.

•You are two months younger than him.

•Spoils you.

•Nicknames for you: All of them. You aren't safe he calls you everything.

•Nicknames for him: My man, boo, my love, my king, babe

•Dates constis of : Study dates, dinner dates, picnic dates, movie dates.

•His sister LOVES you. (She would marry you if you weren't dating her brother)

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As you and your boyfriend were walking home, because it was a late practice and he wanted you to get home safe. He was gonna stay for a little bit to study because he has a test on wensday and you wanted him to pass.

So when you got home he held the door for you to enter first, because he's a gentleman. As you walk past the flowers that he got you yesterday, and to the living room, to study.

"Okay" you said getting his attention.

"Yes, butterfly?" He asked looking love sick.

"What's the test about?" You asked

"I think it's about the book we just read, my angel" he said

"Okay, I made notes for you, because I have a friend in that class." You explained.

"Okay" he said

"Okay, so what was the book about?" You asked

"It was about, a sick girl who was falling in love with a sick boy." He explained

"Fair, now, who was the author?" You asked

"John green" he answered.

"Okay, good." You said kissing him.

As he blushed at the kiss, you started to look at more questions, and asking them. He got most of them right besides one.

"Okay, what the girls dream"

"To meet her grandparents?" He asked not knowing it.

"Close, it's not grand parents though. " you explain.

"Hmm, a book author? " he asked not knowing.

"Yes, great job, babe"

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Yu Nishinoya ( you are 17)

•Again, he worships YOU, Like he should💙

•Talks about you forever

•Everyone besides Tanka and Hinata are annoyed.

•Yells when he sees you.

•basicly kisses the ground you walk on.

•only let's you see his hair down.

•Loves to cuddle you.

•Honsetly, just loves to hold you.

•Loves to kiss you.

•You watch him play volleyball, unless you play a sport.

•If not he makes you be their manager.

•if you do, he goes to every game, every practice, every training camp, everything for you. (He was almost kicked off the team bc of this).

•Loves to lay on your chest and thighs.

•Loves when you pet his head.

•Dates consist of : Movie dates, study dates, and practice dates. (Volleyball practice)

•Nicknames for you: evey single one. Butterfly, boo, bea, all of them.

•Nicknames for him:My short king, baby, my love.

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(I gave up on the stories from here, sorry)

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Chikara Ennoshita( you are 17)

•Protects you from nishinoya and tanka.

•Loves to cuddle you.

•Loves to help you with homework/studying that needs done.

•if you get an answer right you get a kiss.

•if you get it wrong he gives you a small piece of candy and tells you to try again.

•walks you home.

•gose to the store with you if you need to, especially at night.

•buys you self-defense stuff. (Pepper spray)

•Nicknames for you: my queen, baby, sweetheart, my love

•Nicknames for him: My king, babe, love, sweetie.

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Koshi Sugawara ( you are 18)

• Walks you to all your classes.

•Walks you home after school. (Even if it makes him late for practice)

•Gets you lunch if you don't have money for it.

•Buys you flowers every week.

•Loves to cuddle after school.

• loves it when you rub his back.

• Let's you put makeup on him.

•gives you his hoodies and jersey.

• Loves to post pictures of you.

•Goes all out for your anniversary.

•Takes you to your favorite restaurant, gets you chocolate and flowers, then takes you to the beach to watch the sun set.

•Will carry you if your shoes hurt your feet.

• Loves to slow dance in the kitchen.

•Will dance with you in the rain.

• Loves to take care of you when you get sick.

•makes homemade soup for you.

•if you read, he will let you talk about the books.

•he secretly reads the same books so he can surprise you and talk about it to.

•Nicknames for you: My princess, baby, love, sweetheart, my dear.

•Nucknames for him: Sweetie, my prince, my angel, snowflake.

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Daichi Sawamura (you are 18)

•Loves when you watch him practice.

•Helps you out with home work.

•Walks you home

•Loves to watch movies with you

•Loves to cuddle you.

•buys you snacks all the time

•Loves to do your hair.

•Loves to match outfits with you.

•Lets you wear his jersey.

•Nicknames for you: Babe, baby, my love.

•Nicknames for him: dear, honey, sweetie, sweetheart.

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End!

Sorry this took so long, I got busy with school.

Hope you enjoyed this!!

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