☽ warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. a little thigh riding. gun (mention). (accidental) somnophilia.
Daichi is just getting home from pulling a double shift. He's exhausted but also happy to see you. "Man, am I glad to be back here!"
And you're very happy to see him. You'd been thinking about him all day, feeling ridiculously horny. You’d gotten yourself off a couple of times, but your toys don't hold a candle to the things your husband can make you feel. So by the time he walks through that door, you're already wet and aching for him. His smile is genuine, but it feels heavy as he pulls you into his arms.
"Welcome home, Dai," you say, clutching his button-up uniform shirt.
"Mm...it's so good to see you. Such a sight for sore eyes."
"I've missed you, baby," you murmur as you pull him down for a kiss that quickly turns from soft to needy. "How was work?" you ask, pulling away from his lips to unbutton his shirt. Daichi responds with an exasperated groan. "That bad, huh?" You slip your arms inside his open shirt and wrap your arms around his waist, though he's still wearing his white undershirt.
"Yeah," he sighs, dipping his head back down to steal another deep kiss from you.
Your hands slide beneath his t-shirt and up his broad back, kneading at the knotted muscles around his shoulder blades, and Daichi's groan escapes into the warmth of your mouth. "Wanna talk about it?" you offer, lips ghosting over his.
"No," he rasps as his hands find the roundness of your ass cheeks, having memorized the exact amount of intensity with which to squeeze them in order to elicit a gasp from you.
With your crotch positioned against one of his strong thighs, your hips roll of their own volition, mindlessly seeking some type of friction à la Daichi.
"Feeling a little frisky, are we?" he chuckles quietly.
"Yeah," you breathe, grinding against his leg with more intent.
"Hm...didn't know you missed me that much," he says with a smirk, his deep voice muffled against your neck.
He nips that one particular spot that always drives you crazy before sucking on it, setting off a pulse of pleasure deep inside your core. You grab his bicep and gasp his name, making his lips curl into a mischievous smile against your tingling skin as he flexes his thigh muscles, still taut and thick from years of playing volleyball.
"Fuck, Dai..." you moan, "...need you so bad."
His hands migrate further south behind your thighs when he commands you to jump, your eager legs wrapping around his waist as he picks you up.
His arms are as strong as ever, but his gait is slow as he carries you to your bedroom. Your hands are cupping his handsome face when he yawns, prompting you to ask him if he’s too tired to make love.
"Yeah,” he muses, “but my dick's too hard not to."
You keep your legs wrapped securely around him, trapping him as he lowers you down onto the bed.
"I noticed," you smile deviously, biting your lip and reaching for his duty belt. He tries to get up long enough to take it off, but your legs hold fast to him as you whine, "Leave it on, Dai. Need your cock…now."
"I'm not fucking you with a gun on my hip, babe," he insists, prying your legs open to free himself. As he stands before you and quickly removes his belt he adds, "Besides, I need to feel your naked skin against mine tonight."
He shrugs out of his uniform shirt before reaching back and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Now, standing next to your shared bed in only his tented boxers, he helps you out of your clothes as you both kiss and grope each other's bodies.
Daichi begins to kiss his way down to your center, but you stop him. "Can't wait, baby. Wanna ride you."
He grins as he rolls over onto his back. "Yes, ma'am. Won't argue with you on that."
You tug at the waistband of his underwear, licking your lips when his hard, heavy cock springs out, working them down his impressive thighs and away from his feet. You straddle his legs and crawl your way back up his body, settling down with his cock beneath your cunt. A breathy moan escapes your parted lips at the sensation of his hot length against your clit as you drag it up and down, back and forth, coating him with your slick. Daichi sighs at the wet warmth, the friction, and the pressure of your cunt pressed against his cock as a bead of precum drips out onto the black hair beneath his navel.
You angle your hips, gasping when his thick tip presses against your entrance and pops through the fleshy ring inside of you, stretching and filling you like only he can as you moan in unison. It's like you were made for each other in every sense - mentally, sexually, emotionally, physically.
You slowly push back onto him, working yourself down his hefty length until his black curls tickle your throbbing clit. Every muscle in your bodies relaxes; your head rolls backwards and your mouth falls open as Daichi whispers to you, telling you that you look like a goddess like this - on top of him, your back arching like a preening cat as your fluttering walls engulf his full size. Your pussy feels like the sweetest vise around him, tight - almost painfully so. His fingers dig into the plush of your hips when you finally bottom out, clenching his teeth as your walls throb all around him. Just when he’s about to start moving your hips for you out of sheer desperation, you lower yourself until you're chest to chest with him, kissing him with a whimper as you begin to rock your hips slowly. Even the tiniest drag of his girth feels like an oasis in the desert after needing to feel him like this for so long.
"Nnh...Daich'?" you keen.
"Mmfuck, (y/n)," Daichi groans, his blunt fingernails beginning to leave their mark in your sensitive skin.
You sit up again as you pick up your pace, palms pressing against his sheened chest to push yourself down onto him, ass clapping against his thighs. Your hips roll more fully, your thrusts growing more intense, Daichi’s hands on each of your ass cheeks to aid your pace. He hisses when your nails press bruising crescents into his flesh, your hips beginning to buck wildly despite the bedframe's protests. Daichi's eyes roll shut as you ride him like a lazy horse, your pussy pulling and tugging on his cock, your moans and sighs of his name riding on your lips as the first sparks of your orgasm begin to take hold in the depths of your womb.
You lean forward to grind your clit against his hairy pubic bone, catching a glimpse of his blissed-out face. The sparks igniting, the fire inside you just two or three more breaths away from raging out of control, exactly when a snore tears its way out of your husband’s chest. You stop on a dime, all movement coming to a grinding halt as your mouth falls open.
"Daichi, stop playing..."
But his face is relaxed, and the full weight of his hands is sliding down to rest next to your knees. His expression is way too tranquil for this to be a joke. You’ve got half a mind to reach down and give him a rude awakening by twisting one (or maybe both) of his dark nipples. You huff and cross your arms over your chest as you prepare to scold him. But he looks so peaceful, and you know how exhausted and overworked he is. His cock is beginning to soften inside of you as your scowl gives way to an amused, relenting grin.
You shake your head and lower yourself once more to kiss his cheek and whisper, “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you, mister.”
A light snore forms in his throat, followed by a low hum as if to express his gratitude for your understanding. You give his chest a couple of gentle pats before easing off him, making him groan in his sleep. You lie down next to him, carefully so as not to wake him, resting your head just beneath his collarbone. With your leg draped over his, you let your fingers mindlessly comb their way through his small diamond-shaped patch of black chest hair as you nuzzle into his neck.
“Sweet dreams, my King. I love you...” you whisper against his warm skin. "...But you so owe me."
pt. 1 ☆ pt. 2
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while reading your exhibitionist and voyeur hcs for the haikyuu boys, it refreshed my mind making me remember that daichi is now a police. then I got the thought:
imagine you're a minor crook, nothin' bad, just little shoplifting sprees. obviously, the police station has been getting calls about you non-stop. so one day, an officer is sent out to capture you once and for all. that police officer ends up being Daichi. after many attempts, he catches you in the act and drags you to his car. he pushes you in the backseat and begins to take you right there. he mutters things like, "y'know it took a lot of resources to catch you, consider this a treat for me" and "if I ever catch you stealing again, it'll be way worse than this". ill leave now-
TW: dub-con, no/minimal prep, gn!reader (first time I’ve written gn, but I tried 💙)
A/N: PLEASE! Adhere to the warnings! Officer Daichi arrests you and when you don’t listen to your ‘right to remain silent’, he takes it upon himself to make you be quiet (after first causing you to make a lot of noise).
Daichi roughly grabs your wrists and pulls them behind your back, locking them quickly into the handcuffs.
“Not getting away this time.”
He reads you your rights as he walks you to his police cruiser, shoving you roughly forward any time you slow down. You couldn’t deny that the officer that had arrested you was attractive. Tall, broad, with arms that could easily break bones if he desired. Instead of being frightened though, you were aroused and could feel the warmth spreading through your core each time he shoved you forward a little. When he got you to the car, he shoved your back, pushing you face down on the hood of the car. Starting at your ankles, he patted down your body. As he reached your upper thighs, he squeezed your thighs roughly. His hand slipped between your legs and cupped you with his hand. He groaned lowly in his throat, feeling you under his touch. He continued patting you down, squeezing at your hips and sides before reaching beneath you to grope at your chest. Finally satisfied with his frisk of your body, he pulls you back up by grabbing a fistful of your hair, and shoves you in the backseat of the car and shuts the door. Climbing in the front seat, he adjusts his cock through his uniform and begins to drive towards the station.
In the back seat, you’re agitated in more ways than one. You’ve finally been caught and aside from your annoyance at that, you’re annoyed the cop has you incredibly turned on, arousal leaking out onto your underwear. You huff and lean back, trying not to think about the situation between your legs growing more uncomfortable by the minute.
“What’s your name, Officer?”
Silence. He tries not to focus on the way your voice sounds like honey.
“Not going to talk to me?”
He keeps his mouth shut as his cock twitches within his pants.
“All right, well, why don’t I talk?”
You started rambling about everything and nothing and Daichi felt his blood pressure increase and his grip tighten on the steering wheel. The more you talked, voice sweet as honey but laced with an attitude that made him feral, the more his cock throbbed, hardening and growing to an uncomfortable level within his uniform pants. He finally lost his patience and took a hard right turn, speeding to a secluded spot off the main road. He pulled off the road into a clearing between trees that he sometimes used to take naps in his cruiser. Putting the car in park, he threw open his door and opened the door to the backseat.
“Clearly you don’t know the meaning of ‘You have the right to remain silent,’ so allow me to shut you up.” His words were all but growled out as he climbed into the backseat. He shoved you down, face first into the seat, your screams muffled by the leather of the seat. You fell so that you were on your stomach, arms cuffed behind your back. Daichi gruffly let out a primal noise as he ripped your pants down to your knees, doing the same with your underwear. He smacked your ass, watching as it jiggled temptingly. Another smack, a sadistic smirk on his face as you once again screamed into the leather.
His hands lifted your hips then spread your ass cheeks, and he groaned at the sight of the tight hole awaiting him. He leaned down to spit on you, gathering a glob on his fingers and working two fingers into the hole. You finally turned your head to the side and let out a moan as his fingers pumped into you. Instead of telling him to stop, instead of begging the officer to stop defiling you, what came out of your mouth was, “More. Please Sir. More.”
At that, Daichi felt his already slipping control fade away entirely. He ripped off his belt and threw it in the floor, shoving his pants down and pulling out his cock. His cock was throbbing as he gripped it, head swollen and red, leaking down the tip. He stroked it a few times and the guttural moan that left him from the pleasure was obscene. He leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock against the tiny, tight hole and started pushing in. You were already a mess, muttering out, “Please. More.” You cried out as he plunged in quickly, too quickly for such a large cock, and he moaned loudly at the vice grip you had on his cock. As he grabbed your cuffed wrists in one hand, pressing down hard on your lower back, his other hand snaked under you as he dropped his weight on your and gripped your neck, pressing against the sides and choking you as his cock began to move. He pressed his face to the side of yours as his hand squeezed tighter around your neck, his teeth bit the shell of your ear as he growled out words while his hips moved at a relentless pace.
“You’re going to take everything I give you and then you’ll be too fucked out to make a noise on the rest of the way to the station.”
a couple of weeks ago I was receiving an influx of transphobic hate anons that really messed with my sense of safety on this site. Shortly after I had a really traumatic incident happen involving the local police and being openly queer in a country that criminalizes that, it sent me into a dissociative period for a couple of weeks. I am feeling so much better now but I am currently bogged down with uni work. I’m expecting that some time soon I’ll be able to start writing again and end this unofficial hiatus but for now I’m going to just be more active and start answering asks again when I have the free time to! I am really sorry if I made anyone feel as though I was ignoring them — I was simply not in a place to be the usual zero you all know and maybe even love. I’m really happy to be back though!
☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 3.1k
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). daichi's a cop. (mention of) dv (domestic violence).
She knows every move that a man could make
She knows every trick in the book
She knows how to give, she knows how to take
‘Cause so many times she’s been taken a fool
Alibis - Tracy Lawrence
When Suga invited you to his place for a small dinner party with some of his closest friends, you’d offered to help him prep and cook. Your son was spending the weekend with his dad, freeing you up for some much-needed time to blow off steam.
Upon getting into your car, you called Suga to let him know you were on your way to his place.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to pick anything up on the way over?”
“Nah. I think we’re set!”
“Okay, I’ll be there in about 20 then!”
You opened the front door to Suga’s house and walked in to find him prepping in the kitchen. He wiped his hands to greet you with a hug.
“Thank you so much for coming to help me, y/n. My head would probably explode if I tried to do all this by myself!”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I love to cook. Plus it gives me more time to hang out with my bestie,” you said, putting away the alcohol and mixers you’d brought along. “I’m really excited to meet your other friends. I hope they like me.”
The grey-haired man smiled brightly. “Are you kidding? They’re gonna love you! I’ve known all these guys since high school. A couple of them are bringing their significant others along so it won’t be a complete sausage fest for you.”
“You make it sound like a sausage fest would be a bad thing,” you winked at him.
You both laughed and got busy preparing the food, Suga inwardly rubbing his hands together and evil-laughing. You had no idea about his master plan for you to meet one of his friends in particular - his best friend.
You had been working in the kitchen for a little over two hours when you finally found yourselves at a brief stopping point. Veggies had been julienned for the sushi, fish had been fileted, chicken had been teriyakied, rice had been fried, and more veggies were roasting in the oven. All that was left to do was cook the sushi rice then assemble the maki.
Poor Suga was so beat you insisted he go take a load off and relax for a bit while he could. The way he dramatically plopped onto the couch like a rag doll made you chuckle at him.
“You too, y/n! Come sit your ass down!”
“In a minute! I’m working on something!” you said, getting out a couple of cocktail glasses.
“No! I forbid you! No more working!” Suga called out from his living room.
“I promise it’s gonna be worth it!” you answered in a sing-song voice.
You walked out of the kitchen double-fisting vodka tonics. You sat down next to your friend who reached for one of the drinks, thanking you, but you pulled your arm back. “Go get your own! These are both mine!”
“You fucking lush, give me one of those!” Suga chided, taking one of the glasses out of your hand as you both laughed.
“How long do we have before we have to get back in there?” you asked, pulling your feet up on the couch to face Suga.
He took a sip of his drink while checking the timer in his phone. “Fifteen minutes and 42 seconds.” It was then that Suga noticed he’d gotten a text from his best friend letting him know he was going to be a little later than expected on account of his job.
When the timer went off you both headed back into the kitchen and Suga was just about to take the veggies out of the oven when his doorbell rang, making him swear under his breath at the timing.
“You want me to get the door?” you offered.
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all!”
Suga thanked you as you headed for the foyer. Smiling, you opened the door to find a handsome guy with brown shoulder-length hair towering over you, his girlfriend judging by the way they had their arms around each other, as well as another male who was closer to your height with a sharp grin on his face.
Before you could say anything the significantly shorter male spoke up. “Hey, you must be y/n!”
You answered in the affirmative and he introduced himself. “I’m Yuu, but everyone calls me Nishinoya. Or Nishi. Or Noya.”
“Nishi!” the taller guy said.
“The impatient giant here is Asahi,” Nishinoya continued, “and this is his girlfriend, (name).”
You all exchanged pleasantries as you made your way inside to join Suga, with whom hugs and fist bumps were shared.
“So the old team captain isn’t here yet, hm?” Asahi asked Suga.
The host shook his head. “He texted earlier and said he was gonna be a little late.”
Putting two and two together, you said, “Oh, right! Suga told me that you guys played volleyball together in high school?”
“Yeah, he was the team mom, always cheering us on and talking sense into us when we needed it,” Nishinoya said.
“Which was often,” the former vice-captain mumbled as he tipped his drink to his lips.
You ignored Suga’s smartass remark and spoke to Noya’s statement instead. “Sounds about right,” you teased, playfully poking Suga in the side as you helped him make drinks for everyone.
At Asahi’s request, you explained how you’d become friends with the host. Suga’s former teammates laughed and took turns telling you about his mischievous ways, especially in volleyball club. Asahi’s girlfriend was a little shy at first but she warmed up, laughing as the guys reminisced about their glory days.
“Okay, literally the only thing I know about volleyball is that you rotate and try to hit a ball over a net,” you confessed. “Like human ping pong.”
“Actually, tennis is more like ping pong,” Nishinoya pointed out. “Volleyball is way more badass than that!”
Just as you laughed at the former libero’s emphatic correction, another ring of the doorbell came. Suga answered it and less than a minute later a very loud voice came barreling down the short corridor. Nishinoya and Asahi looked at each other and no sooner than they flatly said “Ryu”, a slim guy with a buzzed head and sharp eyes appeared in the dining room with his hands in the air yelling, “The Tanakas are here! Let the party begin!” He was followed by his stunning wife, whose name you would soon learn was Akira.
“We come bearing booze!” she slurred, an already tipsy woman after your own heart. “Now which one of you beautiful people is going to help me bring this shit inside?”
“I will!” you exclaimed with a smile wide enough to light up the room as you shuffled towards her. “You can never have too much!”
“Great fucking minds!” Akira proclaimed, her face lighting up as well.
“There goes the damn neighborhood!” Suga shouted as the two of you frolicked out the door while introducing yourselves.
Having Nishinoya and Ryu in the same room tripled the noise volume but everyone was nearly in tears now that another former Karasuno volleyball player was in on the storytelling, especially with his riotous wife’s witty commentary.
Not long after they arrived, a fresh round of drinks were being poured when the doorbell rang yet again. You shooed Suga back to the kitchen, oblivious to his half-hearted attempt to beat you to it in the first place.
You were laughing at Akira’s rendition of her husband’s latest knucklehead moment. But you fell silent when you swung the door open to find a pair of big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, looking back into yours. A lifetime of conversations seemed to pass between you in a matter of seconds.
Whoever he was stood there in his grey pullover and dark khaki cargo pants looking finer than a man should be allowed to. His energy enveloped you along with his scent as a perfectly timed breeze flowed in behind him.
“Uh, hi. Can I come in? It’s kinda cold out here.”
“Oh.” You stepped aside. “O-of course! I’m so sorry.”
His voice was deep and rich with an understated commanding tone, one that you surmised would sound particularly sexy murmuring sweet nothings and dirty thoughts in your ear.
His crooked, boyish grin reached his milk chocolate eyes. “It’s fine. Don’t mind,” he said as he stepped in beside you. He closed the door behind himself and took his shoes off.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Daichi,” he said, extending his hand.
You slid your hand into his, warm and strong, and replied, “Pleased to meet you, Daichi. I’m y/n.”
Suga had been secretly spying on you from the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while laughing with the unassuming Ryu and Nishinoya at the appropriate moments. Now he watched with quiet delight as you and Daichi walked in from the foyer together. He was right - the two of you would make a sickeningly cute couple, and for a moment he had a vision of you walking down the aisle together.
“Daichi!” Suga called out when his best friend looked at him, pretending he hadn’t noticed him before. The other former Karasuno team members all greeted him with shoulder punches and man hugs.
Of course, Ryu couldn’t help but give his former team captain a little grief. “Took you long enough, man. Even I beat you here!”
“Only because Akira here probably lit a fire under your ass!” Daichi jeered as he side-hugged the nodding female in question.
“And what a sweet ass it is,” she quipped, reaching over to pinch her husband’s butt.
Suga approached Daichi, smiling before punching him in the chest. “Good to see you, bro!”
Daichi clutched his chest and coughed. “Sorry, man, got a DV call from dispatch right before the end of my shift. By the time I got done with all the paperwork, I was running an hour behind.”
You knew all too well what ‘DV’ meant, putting everything together rather quickly.
“Oh…” You felt a riptide within you; one that drew you closer to Daichi, but at the same time pulled you away. “You’re Suga’s cop friend!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Daichi answered in his smooth, silky voice with a crooked grin.
Oh, gods help you. You were at once smitten and repelled by him. Smitten because of who he was; repelled because of what he did for a living. The commanding presence made sense now.
“Oh, right! You two haven’t been introduced yet!” Suga exclaimed, the sneaky bastard feigning ignorance. “Y/n, this is Daichi. He’s been my best friend since high school,” he said before turning to said best friend. “Daichi, this is y/n. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, but she’s basically me with a vagina!” This earned him a playful slap to the chest, though he wasn’t wrong.
The laughter in the next room reached a new, raucous height and Suga’s name was called. He looked between you and Daichi and said, “Excuse me while I go tend to the children.” He shuffled away, leaving you and Daichi alone together.
“Do you drink? I’ll get something for you,” you offered.
There was that boyish smile again, making you curse inwardly at the way your heart leapt every time he looked at you.
“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll get it myself,” he said, moving around the kitchen like he knew it by heart. He went right to the place where Suga kept his drinking glasses, taking one out and placing it on the countertop before turning to the liquor cabinet. “Suga said you helped him with all the cooking and everything. Why don’t you go take a seat and relax?” He flashed you another crooked grin.
“Yeah, y/n, Daichi spends so much time here, he’s even got his own private whiskey stash,” Suga added, sauntering into the kitchen again.
“And by stash he means one bottle,” the dark-haired male said as he poured two fingers neat.
You were snickering at their brotherly banter when Nishinoya called out for you. “Come check this out! Ryu’s got some old team pictures on his phone!”
“Oooh! I have to see this!” you said, scurrying into the dining room where the former Karasuno wing spiker’s phone was being passed around.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Suga almost laughed at the way his best friend sidled up to him, drink in hand, and murmured, “Suga, you dog! A couple of months? You’ve been holding out on me!”
“She’s not my date,” Suga said smugly. “We’re just friends.”
Daichi gave Suga a look of deep concern. “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous!”
“Believe me, we tried.”
Daichi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What do you mean you tried?” He wasn’t too keen on the idea of having his best friend’s sloppy seconds.
“We kissed once just to see if we could be more than friends, but no. Just…no. Seriously, we’re just too much alike.”
Daichi blinked. “Y-you mean…? Is she single?”
Suga’s smug grin persisted when he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “She sure is. You like her?”
Daichi watched and admired your beauty as you laughed and aww’ed at the pictures from their high school volleyball days.
Suga slapped him on the back as he pushed off the counter. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
From the photos you could tell that, even when he was 17, Daichi looked like an adult. So did Asahi for that matter. But even then Daichi had an aura about him that said he was in charge. And Suga was so stinking cute you almost cried. They hadn’t changed much in the 10 years since.
During dinner you sat across from Daichi, who made eye contact with you several times, especially when you laughed. The guys took turns telling you about their respective positions back at Karasuno, but Daichi was the one who took the most time to explain the game mechanics to you. To most people, that would probably be boring, but Daichi had a way of making it interesting. The fact that he was so handsome didn’t hurt, especially when you focused on his lips as they moved. Even his former teammates, who knew the game all too well, got sucked into their former leader’s easy-to-understand but also very accurate way of explaining the game of volleyball, occasionally chiming in to drive a point home or tell another story.
After everyone had finished eating, you all sat around the table and talked for a while before the Tanakas announced their departure. Nishinoya, Asahi, and his partner left not too long afterwards.
And then there were three.
You and Daichi insisted on helping Suga with the clean-up, which didn’t take very long with all of you tag-teaming tasks. You chatted with them for a few more minutes, but it was getting late.
“Well, guys, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but I gotta get back home. I’m wiped out,” you said, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead.
“Y/n, thank you so much for helping. I couldn’t have done all this without you,” Suga said, hugging you.
Hugging him back, you smiled and said, “You’re so welcome, Suga. It’s been my pleasure.”
With his arms crossed over his wide chest, Daichi lifted his chin at you and said, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
You opened your mouth, but your grey-haired friend jumped in with suspicious enthusiasm. “She’s been drinking since 6:20!”
You gawked at Suga, a satisfied grin plastered across his smarmy face. “Did you just tattle-tell on me?”
Daichi looked from Suga to you, pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to drive. You can either stay here with Suga or I’ll give you a ride home tonight.” You pouted and Daichi shrugged. “Or I can take you to the drunk tank.”
“You know what, the drunk tank sounds like fun, why don’t you take me there?” you said, smiling.
Daichi chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. I’d rather take you home.” He caught himself right after he’d got the words out, Suga already snickering. “I meant like ‘make sure you make it home okay’. Pervert,” he said, ribbing Suga.
Your laugh lingered on your lips when you offered your wrists to him and said, “Well, since you put it that way, Officer Sawamura,” making his soft cock twitch in his pants and his cheeks tinge with pink.
Embarrassed a little he scratched the back of his head while looking away. “I don’t think handcuffs are going to be necessary. I don’t have them on me anyway.”
“What if I resist arrest? How would you restrain me?”
Suga was an absolute mess on the inside, trying to keep it together. You and Daichi were so pleasantly lost in banter that neither of you noticed when he strategically walked away to pretend to dry dishes.
The dark-haired police officer smirked and said, “I…really shouldn’t answer that. I plead the fifth.”
Now your cheeks became visibly warm. “Then how about you show me instead?”
Suga nearly choked on his spit, but kept his back turned as he dried the same plate he’d been drying for two minutes straight.
Daichi’s smirk spread into a full grin as he shook his head, laughing quietly. Leaning with his back against the countertop he gestured with his hand and said, “Sure.”
Your heart skipped a million beats.
“Turn around and walk away from me,” he commanded, nodding to indicate the direction.
You smiled and did as he said. Your right foot had barely lifted to take your first step when Daichi looped his strong hands around your wrists, one then the other. It didn’t take much force for him to cross your arms behind your back and hold them together with one hand while he stood so close behind you that his chest rubbed your shoulder.
You gasped. “Wowww…That was fast!” You looked over your shoulder at him. “But what if I struggle?”
“Go ahead,” he dared, the heat of his breath caressing your ear.
Suga cleared his throat dramatically. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?” he said, grinning his most mischievous grin.
Daichi let go of you and straightened up as if he’d forgotten Suga was even there. Damn, you were getting to him.
“Alright,” Daichi said, “let’s get going. You ready?”
You nodded and followed him to the door, stopping in the foyer to put your shoes on. Daichi opened the door for you as you waved goodbye to your friend and walked outside. When Daichi turned around to close the door, Suga winked at him while making a lewd gesture, earning him a death stare from his long-time friend.
ch. 1 ☆ ch. 3
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☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 1.8k
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). daichi is a cop so there are cop things (car, handcuffs). (mention of) past trauma, armed breaking/entering, gun/firearm, shots fired, bullets, bullet hole.
Despite her past she can’t help the attraction
He tells her that he’s nothing like the last one
Losin' Control - Russ
You followed Daichi’s lead and made it about two steps out of Suga’s front door when you stopped in your tracks. “Oh my god, wait.”
He stopped and turned to look at you. “What? Did you forget something?”
“No.” You couldn’t take your eyes off his vehicle as a wide grin spread across your face. “I get to ride in a real cop car?”
He shook his head and laughed as he walked to the passenger side door and opened it for you. “We call it an Interceptor.”
The leathery scent of the interior laced with traces of his cologne, the intricate pattern of the reflectors in the unlit light bar on top, the way all the extra buttons and lights and radio and switches made it look more the cockpit of an airplane than the dashboard of an SUV.
You got in slowly, noticing the bulletproof partition between the front and back seats. “This is the closest I’ve ever come to being arrested,” you mused as Daichi closed your door, earning yourself another chuckle from him.
You watched as he walked around the front of the car, noticing for the first time the impressive bulge in the front of his pants just beneath his belt buckle; the dip in his back just above his butt - and what a butt it was.
The driver side door opened and he got inside with smooth movements like it was something he did every day. “Buckle up,” he said, starting the car and reaching for his own seat belt.
“This is so exciting. Turn on the blue lights! I wanna see what it looks like from inside!”
He laughed at your childlike delight as he flipped on the turn signal. He’d normally never use the emergency lights unless necessary, but he had a pretty girl to impress sitting in his passenger seat. “Let’s get out of the neighborhood first. Don’t wanna alarm anyone.”
You were on a main road about halfway between Suga’s place and yours when Daichi turned on the blue lights. There were only two other vehicles on the road ahead of you and they both moved over and slowed down as Daichi passed them on by.
You laughed. “That has happened to me so many times - driving along when a cop turns on the lights behind me only to speed past when I think I’m being pulled over.” You side-eyed your handsome driver and smirked. “I wonder how many of those cops were trying to impress a lady.”
“Who said I’m trying to impress you? You asked me to do it!”
“I can see the look on your face. You’re enjoying this.” A flash of metal caught your eyes and you looked down into the center console to find a pair of handcuffs resting there. “Daichi?! You said you didn’t have handcuffs with you!”
“No, I said I didn’t have them on me. They were in the car, not on my person.”
Your eyes trailed up along his profile as he drove, looking comfortable and relaxed. His right hand gripped the top of the steering wheel as his left held onto the top of the car with the tips of his fingers. You lowered your gaze down along his torso, stopping at his thighs. Your thoughts turned nasty as you made out the shapes around his relaxed-fit khakis, watching as shadows betrayed his shape from the intermittent illumination of the overhead street lamps.
“I’d feel a lot better if you walked me to my door.”
You didn’t see the shit-eating grin on his face as he exited the driver side door to meet you at the front of the car. He followed you to your doorstep where you pulled out y- oh shit. Where were your keys? Your fingers searched frantically for them in your purse, but you came up empty-handed.
“Oh fuck. I left my keys at Suga’s.” You buried your face in your hands.
“Do you leave a spare key out somewhere?”
“No!” You answered rather abruptly. “Never.”
Both of you stood there for a few seconds, knowing full well what your options were.
“Do you want me to take you back to Suga’s or do you wanna crash at my place? You can have the bed, I’ll take the couch.”
You thought for a moment. It was already past Suga’s bedtime when you’d left his place 20 minutes ago. “I uh- I guess I’ll stay at your place.” You turned to face him directly. “But I’ll take the couch! This is my fault and I’ve already troubled you enough.”
“I’ll let it slide this time.” He glanced over at you with a smirk on his face as you walked back to his car with him. “I don’t know about you but I’ve had fun hanging out with you tonight. I can see why you and Suga became friends.”
You smiled as he opened the car door for you again. “You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I don’t believe chivalry is dead,” he said, watching as you got inside before closing the door for you.
Once he was back in the driver seat, before he put the car in gear, you put your hand on his shoulder and gave the muscle around it a squeeze. “I’ve had a good time with you tonight too.”
Even in the dark interior of the car you could see the slight pink dusting on Daichi’s cheeks. “Good, I’m glad.”
The drive to his place was quieter than before, but you could’ve cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“You good?” Daichi said, glancing over at you as he put a hand above your knee. He hoped he wasn’t being too forward, but you didn’t flinch or move his hand away.
The warmth of his palm saturated your skin even through the fabric of your jeans. You returned his stolen glance and tried to stifle your smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking, I guess.”
“About what?” He gave your leg a reassuring squeeze.
You looked over at him, wondering if he would ever know.
“Wait, I’m sorry,” he said, lifting his hand off your leg. “It’s probably none of my business.”
“No no, it’s okay.” You caught his hand and put it back on your leg. “I was just uhh…” With your hand still resting on top of his, your eyes locked briefly before he looked at the road again. “…wondering if you have a girlfriend,” you lied, but it was far less vulnerable, and therefore far more preferable, than the truth.
“Nope. I’ve dated here and there, but nothing’s really panned out. What about you?” He thought it best to leave out the part where Suga had already told him.
You shook your head. “I’ve only been on a couple of dates in the last two years.” You took a deep breath. “Feeling safe with someone is really important to me and I-”
“Haven’t met anyone who makes you feel safe yet?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled. “Exactly.”
“I wanna ask you something, but please don’t feel obligated to answer if it makes you feel uncomfortable.” He glanced over at you. “Did someone hurt you in the past?”
You turned and looked out the window beside you, merely squeezing his hand in response. He was quite the perceptive one, wasn’t he?
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and comforting as he tightened his grip on the wheel. “We don’t have to talk about it.”
You turned to find his warm brown eyes full of compassion and patience and, for a moment, it made you want to curl up in his arms.
He pulled into his driveway and you found yourself sitting in front of a one and a half story gray brick house with a kempt lawn and welcoming outdoor lighting.
“Security cameras, I see,” you said, unbuckling.
He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, had a whole system installed a couple of years ago after a guy I arrested tried to break in one night and get revenge.”
Your eyes widened. “Are you serious? What happened?”
“He was found guilty of armed robbery and assault; put away for twenty years but got out on parole after serving only seven.”
You listened in horrified suspense.
“Evidently, he’d been watching me, learning my schedule and habits for a week or so. I was just getting in bed the night he broke in, but thankfully, I was right next to my nightstand where I keep a loaded nine-millimeter. Grabbed it and moved to the wall behind my bedroom door yelling out that I was an armed law enforcement officer. Dude was so hopped up on meth he shot the locked doorknob and rushed in anyway. I told him to drop the gun and put his hands up, but his arm swung towards me instead and I put a bullet in his shoulder. He pulled his trigger, but missed me by a few inches so the most damage he did was put a bullet hole in my wall. I got him down to the ground and kept my knee on his back until I restrained him with a tie of mine that had fallen off the doorknob. Called dispatch and stood over him with my firearm until backup got here.” He chuckled. “My colleagues still give me shit about taking a guy down in my underwear.”
You covered your mouth. “You were in your underwear the whole time?”
He nodded. “Good thing I hadn’t gotten in bed yet because that’s when I take ‘em off. Now that would’ve been awkward.”
You snorted out a laugh, but couldn’t stop your mind from trying to imagine Daichi naked. “That must’ve been terrifying, Daichi!”
He shrugged. “It was an egregious invasion of my privacy, but I tend to stay pretty calm during crises.”
You took in his serene expression, which hadn’t wavered through the entire story. “I guess so!”
“Anyway…let me get your door for you.”
You followed him to his front door, which he opened before walking in first, positioning himself to stand between you and a potential threat should one present itself in his home again.
Right away you noticed the key hook, of all things, on the wall next to his front door, and the orderly shoe shelf behind the door as he closed it. Then your eyes happened to zero in on the four-topper dining table in the breakfast nook, noticing how each and every chair was pushed up to the table with near-perfect symmetry.
Everything about him and his home told you that he was a grown ass man who had his shit together. Definitely not your type.
ch. 2 ☆ ch. 4
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☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 1.4k
☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). (mention of) cops.
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
'Cause her last relationship was a disaster
Accusations everyday, she didn't know why
All her calls would be ignored, he's on his own time
Should've ended it before it started
All she ever got was broken-hearted
He was cheating on her, trying to flip it
Back on her like a victim
Now she all alone and starting over
Now she got baggage on her shoulder
Losin' Control - Russ
You sat nervously in the gymnasium stands, your fidgeting hands propped on your restless legs. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse of your son as he walked out of the tunnel and onto the mat.
“Hey…” your husband said, a comforting tone in his voice as he rubbed his warm hand along your back. “He’s been training his butt off for this for almost three years. Try to relax a little, okay? He’s gonna be fine.”
You returned his smile with one of your own, though worry still flashed in your eyes. You were grateful he was there. He’d always had a way of anchoring you in times of uncertainty. He nodded towards the center of the gym floor, and you followed his eyes to the mat where Musubi and his opponent bowed to each other.
Achieving his second black belt in judo had been a goal of his since getting his first one two years prior. Winning this competition would be the final step in making that dream come true. The promotion ceremony would be held the following day, which also happened to be Musubi’s 14th birthday. You couldn’t have been prouder of your boy, but getting to this point had been a long row to hoe…
~ THREE YEARS EARLIER ~
Your phone rang. It was your son’s fifth grade teacher calling. Again.
You groaned and propped your forehead on your palm as you answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hiiiii…” the familiar voice on the other end drawled out with an audible smile. A friendship had formed between the two of you in the three months since school had started, but it was just after 11:00am on a school day so you knew he wasn’t calling to confirm this week’s Margarita Saturday.
“Oh gosh, what did he do this time?” you groaned.
“Well,” Suga started, “after multiple requests to do his work, he stormed out of the classroom yelling that math is stupid-“
“-Oh god-“ You buried your face deeper in your hand.
“-and when I tried to offer a compromise he said, and I quote, ‘go fuck yourself, Mr. Suga!’”
“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “I’m so sorry, Suga.”
You couldn’t see it, but the teacher waved his hand in dismissal. “No need to apologize, y/n, you know that. This isn’t your fault. I know how great of a mom you are…”
“Thank you, Suga. I’ll talk to him. Is there anything I need to sign when he gets home?”
“No, but the Vice Principal does want you and I to have a formal PTC. Can you come 15 minutes before school lets out this afternoon?”
“Of course. I’ll see you then!”
When the call was over, you propped your elbows on your desk and massaged your temples. Subi was going to send you to an early grave. He’d been having behavior issues since first grade, shortly after you split from his father.
Over the past few years, you’ve been to multiple behavior analysts and therapists, as well as tried so many different combinations and cocktails of medications, you couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. Sometimes it felt hopeless. Every step forward felt like two steps back. But you were your son’s biggest advocate. Giving up simply wasn’t an option. You loved Subi more than life itself and would do whatever it took to give him the best possible shot at life, even if it killed you.
When you walked into the classroom, you found it empty save for your grey-haired friend and his bright, warm smile. You considered yourself fortunate that your hellion son had such a laid back, patient teacher with an easy-going sense of humor.
Upon your first meeting with Mr. Sugawara, as you called him back then, you developed a little crush on him. He was quite attractive. Downright cute, even. But as you got to know him better, your interest in him shifted to more of a platonic rather than romantic nature.
“Hey,” Suga said, getting up from his desk, “thanks for coming on such short notice.”
Normally the two of you would share a hug upon greeting, but you respected the fact that he was at work and had to maintain professional boundaries. Or at least give the appearance of such.
You sat and talked about some of the things Suga had been doing to make learning and schoolwork more palatable for Subi, as well as some calm-down strategies that could be used at home and at school to keep things as consistent as possible. Suga suspected that Subi had been feeling a sense of instability in his life ever since your split with his dad. You’d been working hard to give him a solid home life, but there was only so much you could do on your own and Subi’s feelings were nonetheless valid.
When the meeting was over, your friend walked with you to the gymnasium where the car riders were waiting to be picked up so you could collect your boy.
Just as he opened the door for you, Suga said, “We’re still on for margaritas on Saturday, right?”
“You bet your sweet ass we are,” you mumbled from the corner of your mouth.
You and Suga were halfway through your pitcher of margarita when a group of three older ladies stopped next to your table. “I just have to say you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve ever seen,” one of them beamed, her friends smiling and nodding behind her.
You and Suga both had the same reaction:
“Oh! Well, thank you!”
“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you!”
After a couple more pleasantries, the women carried on, leaving you and Suga staring at each other with wide eyes for several seconds before cracking up.
“As often as we’re mistaken for a couple, do you ever think that maybe we should date?” you asked him playfully.
“Do you wanna try kissing and see how it feels?”
You gasped. “Seriously? Here? Now?”
“Sure, why not?” Suga shrugged.
You both leaned in and before your lips touched you said, “Close your eyes or it’ll be weird.”
You could smell the tequila on Suga’s breath when he huffed out a laugh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
You were both still smiling when your lips touched, but your smiles melted away as they slotted and began to move together. Suga stopped and said, “Should we try it with tongue?”
“What are we? Twelve?” you said, quiet snickers bubbling from both of you. “I think so. Just to make sure.”
The experimental kiss continued, but this time you welcomed Suga’s tongue into your mouth and pushed back against his—warm, soft, and bittersweet with triple sec.
A few seconds later, you pulled away and looked at each other, thinking for a moment before simultaneously scrunching up your noses and laughing. “Nahhhh!” you said in unison before topping up your drinks.
“I just don’t know what I’m gonna do, Suga,” you lamented, propping your chin on your palm, mindlessly swirling your swizzle stick.
“You know my best bro I’ve told you about? The one who’s a cop?” You looked up at Suga as you took a drink through your straw. “I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to Subi-“
With a mouthful of margarita, you shook your head before swallowing. “Absolutely not! I do not want the cops to get involved if I can help it. He’s only 10 for crying out loud!”
Suga put his hands out in front of him. “Relax, I said talk to him, not arrest him. Jeez, lady. Here, have another drink,” he insisted, tipping the pitcher of alcohol over your half-full glass.
Your shoulders relaxed as you chuckled at Suga’s silliness. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? I’m surprised they leave you in a room with twenty plus children all day.”
Suga shrugged. “Yeah, and one of ‘em’s yours!”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs a talking-to from your cop friend!” you said, cackling.
“Please,” Suga rolled his eyes, “been there, done that, got the t-shirt!”
You both broke into a fit of laughter.
It did give Suga an idea though. And the more he thought about it, the more he kicked himself for not having thought of it sooner. Suga’s inner schemer rubbed his wicked hands together and grinned. Let the plotting begin.
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