#dbf!daichi

[mattsundaes]

thinking about dbf!daichi encouraging you to go out with guys your age but immediately regretting it when he sees the pics you post on your story while he's all alone on a friday night <3

dad’s best friend!daichi who still doesn’t really understand how instagram works. who definitely has no idea what the little green star in the corner of your stories means.

he feels like it’s really not his place to text you like he’s your dad when he sees the pictures you post while you’re getting ready to go out. mirror pictures with a peek of your ass hanging out of your skirt as you bend over. a shot of you sitting on the edge of your bed, thighs spread just enough to show the fabric of your panties. the barest hint of your nipples in a low cut top.

daichi doesn’t know what the ‘close friends’ feature is. that he’s the only person on your list, and you’re posting those pictures solely for him.

he drags a hand through his hair as he bites back the temptation to reply to them, to scold you like he’s not hard just from looking at the pictures. part of him worries what he’ll do if you send back some sarcastic response, if you call him daddy again when you do it.

if nothing else, daichi’s not above sending you a quick text that reads let me know if you need a ride home tonight after you post a video doing shots at a bar with a couple of guys your age.

(he doesn’t mind paying for parking on the busy street full of bar goers. doesn’t mind going inside to get you, to let you drunkenly nuzzle into his chest as he helps you outside.)

“you take such good care of me,” you smile at him from the passenger seat, tipsy and tired with his jacket wrapped around you.

[valkyriejudgement]

SAWAMURA DAICHI x READER (sort of)

Notes: | Haikyuu | This was born out of the posts from @mattsundaes and her dbf!daichi beautiful chaos. Not something I ever would have really thought about otherwise. THANK YOUUUUU DEE! <3. Not really proofed. MDNI.

Perched on his lap, desperately rocking against each other. Mouths open and panting, breath mingling and lips brushing ever so lightly. A low groan escapes his chest and his fingers grip harder on your hips, dragging you across his hard, clothed cock.

Your lips brush again and it almost makes you forget and break the one rule that he set when this began; no kissing. As if dry humping and fucking in the backseat of his car wasn’t considered intimate enough. Kissing was saved for a relationship, not a whatever-the-hell-this-thing-is.

You tilt your head back as a particularly explicit moan falls from your lips. You’re so close, needing just that little extra push to get you there.

Movement outside the fogged windows catches your eye but you’re too close to care. Your knees dig into the leather of the seats and you begin to feel yourself tumble over the edge as you make eye contact with what was moving.

It’s him.

Your mouth parts in ecstasy as pleasure courses through you, just seeing him sends shivers across your skin.

Daichi stands frozen at the sight before him, his flashlight raised and eyes wide as he watches you come unraveled on top of some loser.

As the high begins to fade, your situationship curses, “Fuck, it’s the cops.”

You huff a laugh at that. Right… the cops. You keep eye contact with your dad’s best friend, lips still parted, tits still out.

You see Daichi’s jaw clench and fingers tighten on the flashlight, “Get out of the car.”

You smirk, “Yes, sir.”

[fushigurro]

hey robin how quickly is dad's best friend!daichi's soul leaving his body when he agrees to give you a ride somewhere, and you skip out of the house wearing a tank top that says 'daddy's girl' across the chest.

in 0.2 seconds flat but he's a seasoned pro at convincing himself that he's totally fine <33 and that if anything the little bit of sweat on his forehead is there purely because he's worried about you leaving the house in something like that. not that you aren't more than capable of making your own decisions of course, but he wonders if your dad knows about this... ?

oh well. it's not really his place. (but... he wants it to be)

he wants to ask just what on earth you're thinking wearing something like that, and if you know how easy it is to see your nipples through that flimsy fabric.

but he's definitely not thinking about what they'd feel like in his mouth as he sucks them through the front of that little shirt, making a couple of wet spots dark enough to match your panties. or how the 'daddy's girl' would become unreadable as it gets pushed up over your tits when he lays you down in the backseat and makes you cry.

daddy's girl, huh? is that what you wanna be?

no. nope. he's certainly not thinking about that. and he's not clenching his jaw either—he has no idea what you're talking about. now please put your seat belt on before he loses his patience (and his clean driving record).

[mattsundaes]

Hello Dee this is my first time on tumblr after awhile and the first thing I see is dads best friend Daichi. I am flu going insane. “You could be naked and begging and he’d still say no”

Holy shit. What do you think would get him to crack? Do you think he’d put me over his knee? I think so

dbf!daichi will literally die before ever letting your dad find out about any of this. like if i’m giving this man a shred of realism in this fantasy unfortunately he’s never going to agree to publicly date you aksjsjsjsdjdhdhdh.

but daichi will have a night where he eventually slips up. where weeks and months and years of averting his gaze and acting like he doesn’t know exactly what you want will finally collapse like a flimsy deck of cards.

when you’re sad over some guy and daichi’s just tired.

tired of pretending that he hasn’t jerked off to the thought of you more times than he could ever hope to count. pretending like he doesn’t purposely offer to give you rides places sometimes just to see what lengths you’ll go to trying to getting his attention with some slutty outfit in his passenger seat. pretending that his dick doesn’t get hard every goddamn time you jokingly call him daddy.

anyway as much as i like to imagine daichi gives in while you’re having some heated, bratty argument with him—

i also like to see it as a soft, quiet moment.

you’re perched on a stool in his kitchen crying over your boyfriend when daichi hugs you. he lets you cling to him, lets you sob into the crook of his shoulder. he lets you stay there like that, your breath warm against his neck even after you calm down.

daichi doesn’t push you away when you deliberately press your lips to his skin. doesn’t stop you when you keep going, when you kiss your way up his throat. across his jaw.

he only stills you when your mouth nearly brushes his, your chin between his thumb and index finger. you stare at him, eyes wide and trusting.

and something inside of daichi crumbles as he slides his hand to the back of your neck and kisses you slow and deep.

(anyway after he cracks the lid then daichi starts fucking you nasty every single moment the two of you have alone together)

[mattsundaes]

dad’s best friend!daichi joins you and your dad for a couple weeks at your summer beach house. he tells himself it’ll be fine.

he realizes his mistake when you sweetly offer to make him a coffee the first morning when you find him alone in the quiet kitchen reading a newspaper.

because now daichi’s got a steaming hot mug that says BEST DADDY EVER, eyes burning holes through a stock market report as he pointedly does not look out the sliding glass door where you’re soaking wet swimming laps in a bikini.

[mattsundaes]

i just got off work and my mind has been racing all evening i've been dying to be released from the shackles of employment to talk about this

because have we considered dbf!daichi maybe only having been single/divorced for like... a year or two? and that's largely why he's been invited on this beach vacation. because he needs to get out a little more; he's been just a bit too serious lately. and it's probably got something to do with the fact that he hasn't had sex (and especially not GOOD sex) in a hot minute.

so like he's reallyreally shocked by how much cum ends up splattered all over the shower wall after The Ice Cream Incident. and he's also reallyreally ashamed by what he was definitely almost thinking about while it happened too.

("right, daddy?")

the beast in the depths of his mind is thinking you're this close to another mistaken daughter mishap and 'right daddy??' from getting yourself a creampie. but that would almost be a little dangerous considering how much just came out of his balls.

(might look nice spilling out of you in excess, though.)

anyways. he needs to take a nice long walk off the shortest nearby pier—maybe he'll find a decent, age-appropriate woman there, or at the very least get eaten by sharks like he deserves.

ROBIN OH MY GOD divorced dbf!daichi……………help. help this is making me worse.

what if daichi hasn’t even really jerked off much since the divorce. like he’s just been in this kind of slump, just a little too self-loathing to care to wrap his fingers around his dick after finding out his ex wife was cheating on him.

and it’s why that shower fucks him up so bad—it’s this culmination of his fucked up attraction to you. of all the wayward passing thoughts he’s ever had. of months and months of feeling numb. of ignoring his own needs. of finally letting go.

of giving in to the sick, perverse thrill of laying a palm flat against the shower tiles and furiously beating his dick to the thought of fucking his best friend’s daughter.

[mattsundaes]

dee i’m still thinking about dad’s best friend daichi…… with one simple sentence you’ve managed to plant some sort of evil seed in the depths of my mind

just how long have they been friends exactly? long enough for him to know all your favorite foods and allergies and still have the same car he used to occasionally pick you up from school in? long enough for him to essentially have permission to get snippy with you whenever you’ve been misbehaving while your dad isn’t around?

and do you ever think he started to notice the difference in your body language throughout the years when his voice would stiffen up? how your thighs would squeeze together at the sound of his responsible tone shooting a small warning or chastisement in your direction?

probably not—at least not consciously—because he’s always been the straight-laced type. and it’s almost like you’ve become his own daughter at this point. but that’s precisely why you find yourself doing whatever you can to get him to notice how badly you’ve been dreaming of being stretched out on his cock, even if it means pushing his buttons a little bit.

(i’m feeling super normal about this. as you can tell <3)

robin i'm going to pASS AWAYYSYSHDHXH. this hit me point blank square in the chest. i'm punching the life alert button

can i propose that you find out that daichi doesn't have an instagram account one day. he's never used it, he's not exactly phone savvy. so naturally, you make a big deal of out cajoling him into signing up. he sighs good-naturedly as you turn his first profile picture into a photoshoot on your back porch.

and you wonder if daichi has any idea that you can see that he views all of your stories. that you know he's sees every single time you post a suggestive, half-naked picture.

(he probably has no idea you're doing it on purpose.)

you wonder how long it'll take him to find the onlyfans link in your profile.

[mattsundaes]

dad’s best friend!daichi who wishes you wouldn’t trust him so much.

who wishes he didn’t get off on that knowledge alone.