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.”
