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teamatsumu · 5 months

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hello! i was wondering if i could request smth fluffy with sugawara being like possessive?

jealous. (sugawara koushi x reader)

word count: 1105

warnings: fem!reader, it’s all pretty fluffy, slightly suggestive at the end

tags: @keiva1000

There were perks that came with dating the manager for your university’s volleyball team.

First, it meant that Sugawara had an excuse to see you every single day. He could spend time with you during practice and still not compromise the time he spent playing volleyball. He didn’t have to choose between his club and his girlfriend, and that took a lot of pressure off him. It also meant that he was around you for hours on end, even during training camps to Tokyo. He got to show off his skills to the one person he always wanted to impress, and even though he wasn’t a regular, the times that he got to play, he really made it count. And he loved seeing you cheer him on.

The problem was that there were other boys there too, who constantly wanted your attention as their manager. And try as he might, Sugawara couldn’t help but let this bother him a little.

He knew what everyone on the team was like. Tanaka and Nishinoya were extremely attention hungry and loved being praised. And he knew their need for attention from you was merely because you were their manager and senpai. They didn’t have bad intentions. Then there was Kageyama who was always looking for advice, Hinata who was a social butterfly, Daichi and Asahi who had known you for just as long as he had and were good friends with you. All in all, being a manager wasn’t easy and he knew you were responsible for catering to the needs of the entire team and not just him.

But the ugly voice in his head wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t help but frown when you cheered for Hinata and Kageyama’s quick, or when you would high five Tanaka and Nishinoya after a good receive and spike combo. Sugawara was very rational, he knew that. And he prided himself for that. So he could swallow it down, tell himself it was a part of your job and that it was heartwarming that you got on with all your juniors so well.

But when Asahi asked you, gentle and hesitant as he was, to help him tie up his hair so little strands wouldn’t poke out and irritate him, Sugawara couldn’t stand and watch anymore.

He walked out of the gym, not bothering to change shoes before stomping off down the path that led to the club room, telling himself he needed to calm down and that he was being irrational. He didn’t even notice you blink in shock at his sudden departure, hands paused where you held up Asahi’s hair tie. The ace turned back to look at you questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

“What was that about?”

You shook your head and shrugged, feeling just as startled as the boy in front of you. “I have no idea.”

You gave Asahi an apologetic smile and held out the hair tie to him. “I should probably go and check.”

Asahi nodded immediately and gave you an encouraging smile. “Of course! Don’t worry about it.”

Back in the clubroom, Sugawara leaned his forehead against the cold metal of the locker, trying to take deep breaths. He hadn’t bothered turning a light on, the room lit only by the sunlight peeking in from under the door. He closed his eyes, and all he saw was your hands carding through Asahi’s hair and you tried to get all of them up into a knot. Your face had been the picture of concentration, and maybe slight frustration, and despite how mad the sight made him, you still looked so beautiful.

Suga felt his shoulders slump.

What was he doing? Being jealous of his own friends? People he knew would never, ever try anything with you. People he truly trusted with his own life. Yet here he was, feeling so bothered he wanted to rip you away from them and hold you tight against him. Wanted to tell all of them that you were his, that you kissed him and hugged him every day. Not them. Not anyone else.

There was a soft knock before the door swung open with a slight squeak, making Sugawara jolt away from the locker. He saw your head peek through, trying to adjust to the darkness. You gave him a little smile that made his insides squirm.

“What’re you doing in the dark, Koushi?” You reached for the light switch and flicked it on, making Sugawara blink a bit. He watched you step in and shut the door behind you gently, walking closer to him until he was within reach. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, your body pressing to his and your chin resting on his chest so you could look up at him.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Your voice was a mere whisper, and your touch seemed to calm him a little. He returned your embrace, holding you tight to him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s nothing.” He muttered, giving you a smile of his own. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You gave him a look that told him you didn’t believe his bullshit, and Sugawara had to curse how perceptive you were.

“It’s just,” he tried to think of the words, “sometimes you get too close to the guys and it-” he paused.

“Pisses you off?” You supplied.

Suga shook his head. “That might be a bit too strong.”

“What else do you call storming out of the gym with a murderous look on your face?”

He groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, feeling it shake with the force of your giggles. You cooed at him, running your soft fingers over his scalp.

“Aw, my baby is jealous.”

Suga tightened his hold on you, squeezing gently. “So what if I am?”

“I don’t mind. I think it’s really sexy.”

That made him lift his head, looking at you in surprise. You had a little smirk on your face, and there was a sizzling heat in your eyes. Sugawara’s core stirred.

“Really?”

You hummed low, tilting your head up until your lips were meeting his. It was firm yet gentle, and in your lips Suga found reassurance and validation, and an urgency that you only showed when you wanted more.

He felt something stir inside him again. He tightened his grip just as you pulled away, making a noise of protest. You laughed in response.

“Not here, Koushi!” You giggled.

Suga didn’t protest, only grinning and shrugging, wiggling his eyebrows at you until you laughed again, the ugly voice inside him dimming more and more by the second.

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revasserium · 7 months

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on the subject of birthdays - pt 1

ft. sakusa, daichi, suga, and tsukki

sakusa.

he thinks he should buy you flowers, even though he tells himself that he doesn’t know if you’ll be allergic to a specific kind of flower, so he spends too much time looking up the worlds most hypoallergenic flowers, before komori mentions that he could just buy you fake flowers, which will last longer anyway, and he entertains the idea for an entire afternoon before deciding against it because a) fake flowers will collect dust, and dust can trigger reactions too and b) what if you read too much into it and come to the conclusion that just because he bought you fake flowers, he didn’t deem you worthy of real, living flowers? no, no, no. a misunderstanding of such potentially catastrophic nature simply wouldn’t do. a stuffed animal then? no, those would collect dust too, and heaven knows you’ve already got enough. so a plant, still. but what kind? he lingers outside the local horticulture shop for so long the round-faced girl behind the counter wonders if she should call the cops before he finally goes in to inquire, “what kind of plant do you have that — that doesn’t have flowers and won’t die so easily?” to which she’d blinked and pointed, nonplussed at a group of succulents sitting on the windowsill. and this, he explains, in one long, hurried, mumbling under-breath is how he comes to be standing here, at your front door, on the morning of your birthday, sporting two pots of neatly trimmed succulents, looking vaguely abashed. “they — they’re easy to take care of, most people aren’t allergic and — and they won’t collect that much dust so…” he looks away, clearing his throat as heat crawls up his cheeks, “uhm… happy birthday. i guess.”

daichi.

he wakes up early — he cooks you breakfast; he doesn’t tell you about the hundred or so texts he’d sent the rest of his team trying to crowdsource what exactly to make you that day. there are flowers on the bedside table and a glass of your favorite juice on the breakfast tray and the apartment smells like cinnamon and waffles and the slightly burnt edge of toast. he wakes you up with a kiss, a smile, a whispered happy birthday; he doesn’t tell you about the three minutes he’d spent at the bedside, counting your even breaths like counting stars — one, two, three — twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two — he doesn’t tell you about the way he’d ghosted his finger along the bend of your cheek, bit his own lips as he bends down to kiss you, hesitating just a second to swallow back his heart, thudding at the back of his tongue, threatening to leap from his mouth to yours. your smile is radiant and sweet enough to evoke the jealousy of honey-bees as you open your eyes and see him, and he thinks that he might like to wake you up like this every day, birthday or not — because he’d never tire of kissing you awake, of beginning his day with the length of your smile.

sugawara.

he spends the whole day pretending that it’s a day just like any other, grinning over his morning coffee (thank god your birthday is on a weekend this year), nodding towards your cup, ready-made and steaming, one cream and two sugars, just like every other weekend morning you’d spent together. he hums as he flicks through his phone, asking what you’d like to do, interrupting you with a mild exclamation that “ah! we need to go grocery shopping! we’re out of onions and there’s only one sweet potato left!”, leaning down to give you a swift kiss before sweeping off to get changed, leaving you pouting at the dining table, wondering if your darling boyfriend had truly forgotten about your birthday. and so you go grocery shopping, and you’re preoccupied enough not to notice that he’s surreptitiously picking all your favorites, leading you through the ice cream aisle and making note of all the flavors you pause over. the early afternoon is spent dragging you around the farmer’s market, where you linger over the freshly picked flowers before he tugs you away without once asking if you’d like some. and by the time you both get back to your shared apartment, you’d made up your mind to at least remind him about it — it is your birthday after all. but the moment the front door opens, you’re greeted with an avalanche of glitter and confetti, a loud shout of “surprise!!!” making you nearly leap out of your skin. in the three seconds it takes you to realize what your boyfriend had done, he’d leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, tugging you into your own surprise party, decorated with all the flowers you’d lingered over, the fridge piled with all the ice cream flavors you’d just been looking at this morning. “c’mon, did you really think i’d forget your birthday? i just needed a bit of time to prepare is all! now, let’s get this party started!”

tsukishima.

he is caught between equal parts dread and excitement, because to be honest, he’d never quite understood the appeal of birthday parties. but then he’d seen how your cheeks glad glowed when the team had put up a party for hinata in the middle of summer, a handful of balloons and streamers in the locker rooms, and a good few pounds of well-cooked bbq meat — he’d seen the glitter in your eyes, the unabashed joy as your lips pulled up into a smile — and he’d never admit it out loud but he decided then that he’d do whatever it takes to make you smile like that for him. so when the day comes, he spends too long fretting, paces across the living room of his apartment (much to the barely disguised glee of his brother, who had thankfully offered to help drive around and gather all the things), scowling as yamaguchi shows up with the cake and the flowers, and kiyoko-senpai shows up with the balloons and the streamers and it irks him to no end to have so many people all at his house, but it was the only place he could’ve asked you to come without you questioning him about it but… the way you’d smiled when you stepped into the room to find them all there, to find the same balloons and the same streamers, to find the matcha layer cake next to a slice of strawberry short cake, to find him, standing there, twisting his fingers, his cheeks positively sizzling with heat… well. he thinks that it was worth it. but it isn’t till later, when all the guests have gone and all the cake’s been eaten, when it’s finally just you and him, curled up on his bed, you in his lap, his chin resting against the top of your head that he leans down to tug you to him, press a soft kiss to your lips, “there… been thinking about doing that all day.” but the way you blush when he pulls back has him smirking and dragging you down for another, and then another, his voice going dark as he smirks against the skin of your neck as he whispers, “so now that everyone’s gone… how about we get to your real present, hm?”

pt 2 ft. kageyama, hinata, & miya twins coming soon

hq! reqs are open :)

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ SOFT TOUCHES - SUGAWARA KOUSHI

NOTES: gn!reader, fluff (?)

WORD COUNT: 479

AUGUST DRABBLES

“you’re quiet today, what’s wrong?” sugawara sits down beside you on the couch. you came home from work two hours ago and have barely spoken more than five words, something that has begun to cause his head to go into a bad spiral.

you sigh and lean back against the cushion as tears threaten to fall down onto your cheeks. seeing this causes your boyfriend to turn his entire body towards you before putting a hand on your cheek. “it’s okay, baby. you can cry,” he whispers right as you allow the tears to spill.

he carefully puts his arms around your waist and pulls you close against his chest so he can hold you while you’re crying your eyes out. sugawara has this presence around him, a comforting one. every single time his fingers touch your cheeks to rub them, it brings you comfort, no matter what has happened throughout the day.

“i had-i had a bad day,” you stutter out while trying to catch your breath from all the tears that have chocked you while sobbing. sugawara nods and runs a hand through your hair, making sure to massage your scalp every once in a while. “my boss has been mad at me the whole day because i accidentally spilt coffee on a customer who got super mad. i was already embarrassed but he did everything much worse because he kept reminding me about it.”

he trails circles onto your back with his pointer finger and kisses your cheek softly. “i really don’t like your boss,” sugawara admits as he gently wipes your tears away. “and i know you probably feel really embarrassed about it, but that customer will forget about it as soon as he takes a shower and puts on new clothes, so try your best not to worry even though i know it’s difficult.

you rest your head on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. “tonight, we’ll try to forget about your stupid boss and do whatever you want. we can watch a movie, i’ll cook you your favorite food and we can just cuddle for the rest of the night,” he strokes your cheek while smiling at you softly. “does that sound okay?”

“yeah, i’ll try not to think about it,” you mumble while looking down, causing him to shake his head and cup both of your cheeks so you’ll look at him. “hey, don’t worry, okay? it’s just you and me here, we don’t have to think about things that make you sad, let’s go cook something for now and put on some good music,” he kisses your forehead.

“thank you koushi,” you mumble while leaning into his warm touch. “of course, come on, let’s go cook,” he gets up from the couch, pulling you up with him before he takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen.

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koushisbabie · 29 days

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UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

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missuga · 1 year

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Cheater — Sugawara Koushi

+ fluff, established relationship

“Stop it! What are you doing?”

You huff, pulling your controller out of Suga’s hands, fighting the urge to quite literally punch him.

Suga rolls his eyes, trying to act annoyed despite the smile plastered on his face. “I’m not doing anything, you’re the one that was cheating-”

“I did not cheat.” You interrupt, narrowing your eyes at him. “I don’t even think you can cheat at mario kart.”

“You totally did!” He says, staring at you with wide eyes now.

“Mmm, nope, I don’t think so.” You shrug before looking back at the tv still flashing with the final scores of the last cup, your name sitting proudly in first place for the third time in a row.

From the corner of your eye you see Suga cross his arms, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that is just ridiculous.

“Let’s play again.”

“You’re joking.” You deadpan, this had been going on for the last hour. One simple game of mario kart had turned into something akin to the Olympics between the two of you.

“I refuse to believe that you can win again, if you’re not cheating then it was just luck, and I know you’re not that lucky.” Suga glances at you once before turning to the screen, you knew there was no changing his mind now, he was already starting up the next race.

“Fine, one last race.” You say under your breath, readying your controller again. If he thought you were cheating the last few times, you were going to make sure he knew you were cheating now.

As soon as the countdown ended, you leaned forward grabbing his controller tossing it to the side while shoving him in the opposite direction. With out skipping a beat you went back to yours, starting the race.

You could see him staring at you with wide eyes, trying to process what happened, gears slowly turning in his head.

“Oh, you’re on now.” He narrowed his eyes at you, pushing off he couch to grab the controller you threw. Before he sat down he stood in front of your view of the tv blinding you from where you were on the track.

“Get out of the way, loser.” You yanked at his shirt to pull him back to the couch, leaning to look around him. There was no way he was going to win this; he barely started the race, and you were on lap two already.

You weren’t taking any chances though, switching to used the controller with your left hand you reached up and covered his eyes with your right.

“What the hell-“ Suga barked out a laugh, pulling your hand off his face he pushed against your arm, trying to keep you away from him. “Stop touching me.”

“Stop cheating, Suga.” You couldn’t contain your own laughter now barely able to keep driving on the track. In your distraction Suga grabbed your controller, but instead of tossing like you did, he started driving your character backwards.

You couldn’t even try to grab it back, tears forming in your eyes at how hard you were laughing now, never thinking that he’d do that. Your failed attempts to steal his controller again put him into a laughing fit as well.

By the time both of you calmed down the race was long forgotten. Some other random character winning this time, neither of you had even made it passed the finish line, time running out to end the race instead.

“You’re so stupid.” You leaned against the couch, trying to catch your breath wiping at the tears that spilled down your face. “How did you even think of driving my guy backwards, please that killed me.”

“I thought you said you don’t cheat, liar.” Suga shoved your shoulder lightly, the grin still plastered on his face, slumping into the couch too.

“I don’t! I was proving to you that I could cheat, not that I do.” You laughed again, rolling your eyes at his words. “I win fair and square, unlike you.”

“Mhm, sure. Well it looks like bowser won this round, I bet he didn’t cheat.”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

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alienaiver · 11 months

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Birthday keychains

Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

made for @cup-of-fluff ‘s birthday!

warnings: there’s mentions of a birthday being held alone but otherwise super fluff for my fluff-queen! wordcount: 1.7k content: fluff, post-timeskip, sfw, birthday present to a friend!, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, reader is also a teacher but the subjects are undefined, confessions, unbeta’d, no use of y/n, comfort, sugawara thinks hes smooth in theory but suddenly halts when he needs to put it into practice,

notes: i am LATE! LATE LATE LATE like the rabbit in alice! it was my precious friend, luna’s birthday around 10 days ago but sadly my brain wasn’t working those days, so i hope youll still accept this even if im late!!!! ilsym, i hope you still had a good day even if the plans weren’t big <3 i was thinking of you the entire day!!!

Sugawara stretches his arms over his head and yawns, grateful that he was able to end his class a little early. Mondays can be rough for anyone and he can definitely feel the jitters from his students rub off on him during the last stretch of the afternoon, too. So when the opportunity rose, he took it.

He likes to treat them sometimes, too.

So now he’s on his way back to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee and work through the final part of this year’s curriculum – there’s some gaps he has to fill in from another teacher retiring, making him impromptu take over some classes. Usually, he’s more prepared than this.

He nears class 2-A that he knows you’re currently teaching and as he passes, he hears ruckus and scattered cheering before the sliding door flings open.

On her way out, a student named Sakura looks back into the classroom and yells out, “oh, and Happy Birthday again!” before she runs out into the hallway, followed by her classmates.

Birthday? Who?

“Thank you, Sakura!” he hears your voice yell out from the room and he can’t stop himself from popping his head into the doorframe to make sure he heard right. You’re by the teacher’s desk, gathering up papers, small talking with the students still fizzling it out in waves.

“My, my, is it my favorite teacher’s birthday?” Sugawara leans against the frame and try to send you what he hopes is a charming smile and the way you perk up gives him hope.

You laugh at him sheepishly as you put the stack of papers against your chest, seemingly trying to gather yourself, your cheeks burning. You don’t look him in the eyes as you near him. He thinks you’re adorable.

“…Yeah,” you admit, passing him into the hallway but you stop to signal that you want him to follow you. His lips feel wobbly as he happily pushes himself off of the doorframe to follow you down the hall.

There are many things that he loves about being a teacher but he has to admit that one of his favorite parts is the interactions he gets to have with you. Your smile brightens any day, no matter how grey and the habit that the two of you have worked out with the morning coffee in the teacher’s lounge is the best part of his day.

“So… Why was I not aware that today’s your birthday?” he asks as he matches your pace, keeping an eye to dodge the unruly students running around the hallways. He’s supposed to scold them for running, the back of his mind reminds him, but he’s too focused on you. It’s an interesting thing, to keep a birthday hidden. Says a lot about a person.

You seem to straighten your back, “oh!”

You then sigh and relax again, “I’m not sure. Just didn’t think it was that important to mention.”

Sugawara inwardly winces – he’s afraid he hasn’t been clear enough about his intentions of getting closer to you. Whether or not you’d ever return his feelings romantically (he might be going too far with his wistful thinking he reprimands himself), he’s still very much interested in a friendship. Maybe he hasn’t been clear enough?

“What!” he exclaims, surprise so evident on his face that you stop in your tracks, your eyes locked to his expression. He then says your name with fervor and subconsciously reaches out for your hands but stops himself in the last second.

“I would’ve gotten you a present!” he confesses, pouting before he turns his back and starts walking. He hopes you follow. It’s been a while since he’s used flirting tactics that he used to teach Sawamura. He feels silly and he wipes the palms of his hands on his pantleg, hoping you don’t take notice.

“No, you really shouldn’t!” your voice sounds strained as you follow him. He slides open the door to the teacher’s lounge and signals for you to enter first. When you’re in, he hurries ahead of you to grab you a cup of coffee, bowing slightly as he hands it to you. You chuckle at his antics, shaking your head in affectionate confusion, “what is this, Sugawara?”

He smiles warmly at you, “you deserve royal treatment on a day as today!”

You sit down by your desks next to each other and Sugawara sorts through a bunch of papers to look important. He clears his throat and tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, “so, are there any exciting birthday plans today?”

You hum out a reply that he can’t discern, not looking up from your papers either. He leans his head on his palm and looks towards you, “I bet you’ll be treated to tons of fun, right?”

You stop what you’re doing and sigh, collecting yourself before you confess, “actually… nothing special’s going to happen this year. I’ll probably treat myself to my favorite dish at the Family Mart and watch my favorite show at home, feet on the coffee table.”

You wince at the way Sugawara’s hand falls to his desk in surprise. You knew he’d react like this, he’s a good guy. But bringing up your birthday felt intimate and you weren’t sure how close you were. Maybe he’d think you were attention seeking or fishing for presents if you mentioned it – what if he only saw you as a work acquaintance?

He inhales sharply before he turns his head back down to his desk again, continuing his mock-work. “What’s your favorite at Family Mart then?”

You pause at the question. That was unexpected. You tell him with an unsure voice, ending it in a question mark. He hums and smiles at you, “I’ve never tried that one. Can I join?”

“Eh?”

It’s all you get out before he laughs warmly at you, the bright smile blinding you as he once again leans on his palm (which really is a charming position for him), “it sounds like the perfect start of the week!”

You nod, processing what he just asked. Before you can come up with a yes or no, you mentally walk through the state of your apartment. Is it messy? Have you left anything out in the open?

You’re safe, you conclude. So you nod again, “I mean… if you don’t have anything else to do?”

He laughs again, “nothing as important as this!”

You reach the Family Mart with your palms sweating, the distance between your hands so close that your heart is currently stuck in your throat. He’s so close. It’s close enough so that if you just swung your hand slightly, you’d touch him.

And then you could hold onto it.

You shake your head at the thought to collect yourself. After picking up the drinks you want and the meals, you go to the counter.

“Would you like me to heat it up?” the cashier asks and you politely decline, looking for your wallet.

“Would you like a bag?”

You nod and she starts collecting your items in the bag for you. You announce you want to pay with card but Sugawara puts a final item on the counter and announces, “I’m paying with cash for it all.”

It’s a keychain. It’s not fancy or big. It’s a little black crow in chibi-style. You’re frozen in confusion staring at the small item, following it as the cashier puts it in the bag as well.

You’re not back in your own body before Sugawara gently pushes you by your back to signal you to move, and he guides you out the store, bag in hand.

When you get out you stop in your tracks, “ah! Did you get the receipt? I’ll pay half!”

Sugawara shakes his head with a smile as he goes through the content of the bag, exclaiming a small sound of victory when he finds what he needs. He pulls out the keychain and hands it to you, his cheeks burning red.

“I swear I would’ve gotten you something way better if I’d been prepared. I’ll even make it up to you with a delayed present at another time! but I thought you might… like this… one as a small substitute.”

He laughs awkwardly when you neither reply nor move. Did he mess up? “You don’t have to… accept it, if you don’t like it…”

That makes your brain restart as you inhale, “please! Don’t think I don’t like it! I’m just…” you struggle to search for words but decide to just hold out your palms, “I really, really love it… and that’s two really’s!” he seems to visibly relax as he puts the small item in your palm, flinching at the contact with your hand – he wants to grab onto it so badly, “I think I’m just… overwhelmed, I must admit.”

Sugawara sighs deeply, “phew, I’m so glad I didn’t weird you out!” he admits and you hurry to shake your head, “no! No… you could never! I just wasn’t sure of… how the closeness of our relationship.”

Sugawara’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. He’s not sure if he should tell you now – it feels like the perfect time but what if he’s reading it wrong? He straightens his back and steels his resolve.

Without thinking, he bows. He grimaces as he looks at the ground – that move wasn’t part of his confession plans he’s made up in his head the past few months.

“I actually really, really like you! With two really’s!”

He’s afraid to straighten his back and look you in the eye. There are so many emotions going through him right now, fear being the most prevalent one.

You clench the keychain in your hands, the meaning of it soaring through the sky even higher than when he first gave it to you. You smile as you say his name with a wobbly tilt to your tone, “I like you, too.”

Sugawara wants to pump his arms into the air in victory but he settles on just looking up at you with stars shining in his eyes, “really!? That’s amazing!” he leans forward to hug you and you yelp out in surprise. You don’t hold back from taking in his scent though – it fits the one you’ve been imagining for so long.

“Happy birthday, again.” He whispers into your head and you laugh into his chest, “this might be the best one yet.”

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laurelled-by-lavender · 1 year

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midnight lovers

pairing: sugawara koushi x fem!reader content warnings: written with chubby reader in mind, reader’s hair is long enough to be tied up (colour, texture, etc. is not mentioned), roommates to lovers, fluff, kissing, some suggestive parts - (light choking), mentions of food, one (1) very mean and aggressive guy, koushi is ready to fight. word count: approx. 3.5k

these were the nights you loved the most.

a fortuitous meet-up in the kitchen at 11:00pm between two roommates, unsuspecting of what’s to come later in the night.

it was one of those kinds of nights.

neither of you could sleep, though, it didn’t bother you. you just had to find a way to occupy yourselves. feeling quite hungry, you propose going to the super market for a late night snack spree. suga happily agrees. you don’t bother changing out of your pajamas, and neither does he. you, in your oversized shirt and sleeping shorts, and koushi, in a white wife-beater and plaid navy blue pants.

within 5 minutes, you’re in suga’s car, pulling into the dark and empty parking lot. on any other day, this parking lot would be scary, and much too anxiety-inducing to even walk past. but tonight, with suga, it felt so right.

the minute your enter the store, you’re already going separate ways.

“drinks?” suga asks.

“yep. snacks. meet me in the frozen desserts section in five.”

“alright, see ya.”

four minutes roll buy, and you’ve collected all that you need, so you head over to the frozen aisle a minute early to scout the possible treats to choose from before koushi comes to meet you. eyeing the many different varieties of popsicles, ice cream flavours and cakes, you try and decide what it is that you’re the most in the mood for. usually, you would’ve chosen ice cream in a heartbeat. but tonight didn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night. you sigh and ultimately conclude that you’d have to consult suga when he got to you.

you stand there for a good 45 seconds before he spots you. your back is turned to him, and he sees you sigh. it’s a cute sight, he thinks. your hair is up, and your shirt’s collar is so stretched out, it falls, resting just below your shoulder. you’re wearing your slippers and fluffy socks, and carrying quite a few boxes. you’re practically cradling the snacks in your arms as though they were your babies. he chuckles lightly and advances towards you, holding out a shopping basket in order for you to place your items inside, along with the drinks he picked out. you sound relieved as you dump everything inside. koushi then takes a look at all that you grabbed and gives you an approving nod.

you turn back towards the freezers,

“it doesn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night...” you voice your thoughts from earlier.

“true... kinda vibing with the popsicles” he responds.

“you read my mind.”

“should we just get the assorted ones?” he asks

you nod and open the door to grab the box, then proceed to make your way to the cash, suga following shortly behind.

the cashier offers you a smile and greets you when you get there. you don’t notice the look he gives suga.

but koushi definitely sees the way the cashier was looking at you.

“late night spree, i’m guessing?” he inquires.

“oh, yes.” you say with a smile as you load the items onto the conveyor belt.

suga stands still, holding the basket out to you as you converse with the man. he stares at him, piercing glare never wavering. the man’s smile may be pretty but, lord if it wasn’t recognizable. sugawara was never one to judge someone by their looks, but he knew the type.

and you. how sweet you are, completely oblivious to the way the cashier is blatantly checking you out. licking his lips, dragging his half-lidded gaze from your face, to your collar-bones and shoulder, to your legs. he’s nodding along to what your saying, but koushi spots the way the man’s eyebrows jump up a bit at the sight of your legs. hell, he hasn’t removed his eyes from them since the minute he first saw them. in fact, he’s so entranced, he doesn’t realize that you’ve finished loading all your items, and that you’re ready to pay. it’s now that you notice his stare. feeling incredibly uncomfortable, you take a cautious step back, and clasp your hands together at your stomach in an attempt to ease your distress.

suga’s always wanted laser vision growing up, but he’s never dreamed of it so badly as he did right now. he fantasizes of many situations, all of which involve very violent acts towards the cashier in question. gods, he wants to knock his teeth out.

but he doesn’t. instead, he lets out,

“excuse you, but i’d like to pay now.” suga says in the coldest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

the guy gets defensive instantly, and looks at koushi in disdain. he has no shame in his response.

“the fuck d’you say to me?”

“you heard me, keep your filthy eyes off of my girl, and let me pay.”

you blush at the way he addresses you, but think nothing more of it, knowing he’s only defending you and putting on an act. if anything, you found it endearing, how he would take it as far as to call you his girlfriend in order to protect you.

the cashier says nothing for a couple seconds, and it essentially turns into a staring match, one daring the other to say something else.

suga wins.

the guy behind the counter looks away, feigning indifference when he says,

“whatever, she’s probably a slut anyways.”

koushi takes a breath, ready to yell, scream, jump over the conveyor belt and strangle the guy, but before he can do anything, a woman who you can only assume is the manager, wearing a bright red button-down vest and laminated name tag, cuts in.

“is everything okay over here?”

you see her side-eye her employee as he responds in a brief and clipped tone,

“fine. we’re fine.” he says

though, all she needs is one look at you to know that everything was not, in fact, fine. she turns to you and suga, sympathy written all over her face,

“i’m so sorry for any inconveniences, it won’t happen again. your items are free of charge.”

before either of you can respond, she’s calling him into her office in stern tone you’d never wish to be on the receiving end of.

the walk back to the car is silent, and the quiet ensues as you enter. he sits in the driver’s seat with his hands on the wheel, you in the passenger seat with bated breath. you hands twiddle, unsure of what to say. you didn’t want him to be angry.

“i should go back there and punch him.” he breaks the silence.

“no. no, i really don’t think you should.”

“but-”

“it was fucked. i know, but it’s okay. you were there with me. i’m safe.” you try to reassure him.

“he made you upset”

“and it happens. some guys are shit. it sucks, but it’s the way the world works. we’ll contact the managers tomorrow and make sure he gets fired if it makes you feel better? i’ll even put on my best crying voice, just for you. make it real dramatic, he’ll be out of there in no time.” you say.

at this, he lets out a breath that sounds like a chuckle, but it’s short-lived.

“i really want to go back there. fuck, no one should ever speak to you like that. or even look at you like that. you don’t deserve that shit.” he says, exasperated.

“please, let’s just go. c’mon, we’ll go on a drive or something.” you try to sway him.

“okay, you’re right, i’m sorry.”

there’s a pause. though, it only lasts for about ten seconds until he’s up and out of the car, taking the snacks with him and walking towards the back of the store. extremely confused, you’re quick to follow him.

“w-where are you going?” you ask, tripping on your slippers a little as you jog to catch up to him.

“i’m taking you to my favourite spot.” he responds, as he locks the car without stopping or turning around.

“oh, great. woulda been nice of you to tell me the plan before putting it into action, or whatever, but that’s cool.” you say sarcastically.

“doesn’t matter, i knew you’d follow me anyways.”

you don’t say anything back, knowing he’s absolutely, one-hundred percent right.

he leads you to the back of the store, which was very shady, figuratively and literally. there was a single functioning light bolted to the brick wall of the store. you watched as dozens of little mosquitos and moths fluttered and flickered about it, bumping off the cracked plastic panes which enclosed the bulb. he led you a little farther down the alley, past the light and into the darkness. you could barely see him, so you decided to follow the sounds of his footsteps... until they stopped. naturally, you stopped walking too and looked around, though you were met with nothing but more darkness.

“this.... is your favourite spot?” you question cautiously.

he laughs,

“no, yn. give me your hand.”

you struggle to find him in the dark, so he hold his hand out to meet yours.

ever so gently, he wraps his grip around your wrist, and leads your hand to the wall. it lands on something very cold and rusty and metal. he lets you feel around for a couple seconds.

“a ladder.” you say with a smile. of course, you thought to yourself. of course, it’s a ladder.

he gets up first, and uses his phone’s flashlight (finally) to show you where and where not to step as you follow. it doesn’t take long before you’re up and on the roof. it was glorious. this high up, you could see all the lights. street lights and store lights, lamp-posts and car lights. he walks over to a small hidden box, and opens it up to reveal several fluffy blankets.

“and now, we have all that we need!” he exclaims.

“how’d you even find this place? s’ not very often that you find easy access to the roof of a building like this.” you ask, still admiring the view.

he notices you shiver. the wind was much more apparent up here, so he begins setting up the blankets to form a sort of nest for you guys to sit and hangout as he tells you how his friend had once dared him to explore the back alley as a joke when they were all hanging out in the parking lot one night. that’s when he found the ladder. he called his friends over to check it out and they dared him 2,500 yen to try and climb it. seeing how rusty it was, they didn’t actually expect him to do it. it looked as though it would crumble under the weight of a feather, but still, he went on with the dare.

the result was a nice hangout spot and a couple extra yen in his pocket.

“do you know if anyone else comes up here?” you ask.

“not that i know of. that ladder may just be enough to shake off anyone attempting to get up here. if it weren’t for the dare, i never would have even attempted to climb something like that! it looked like it would break any second. that’s why, afterwards, i made sure to memorize where to step when climbing it” he explains.

“awe, look at you with your sneaky little spy moves. you could be secret agent, y’know. you’re very agile.”

he chuckles “thanks, but i think i’m good.”

by this point, he’s finished setting up the blankets so you go to join him. he sets out all the snacks, chips, cookies, iced tea, popsicles.

you both sit there, as if you were the only two people in the world. it surely felt like it, snacking, talking, sharing secrets, reminiscing.

“so, any pretty people worth talking about? you crushin’ on anyone?”

you ask with a giggle and a smile, though, deep inside, you’re desperately praying that he says no. you’ve liked him for far too long, and seen him fawn over far too many people to know that his type isn’t you. but even so, you can’t help but ask every once in a while.

“um, actually, yeah.” he admits slowly. shyly.

you’re quiet for a while. he’s never been apprehensive in admitting his feelings about anyone. especially not to you.

could that mean he really likes this person?

could he love them?

“oh.” is how you respond. you try not to look or sound disappointed, but he knows you all too well. it’s not difficult to figure out that something’s bothering you. not when you go quiet, and certainly not when you look out on the horizon, obviously avoiding his gaze.

he’s watching you. you know it.

from the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you, a slight frown on his forehead as he tries to figure you out.

koushi knows you can see him.

he also knows that you’re purposefully avoiding his eyes in an attempt to evade the rest of the conversation. hoping that if enough time passes in silence, he’ll let it go and the topic will have been forgotten. but he doesn’t let it go. you’re acting strange, and he’d like to know why.

do you like someone too?

or do you already know that he likes you?

that thought makes his heart stop. could that be why you’re looking away? the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or ruin your friendship.

do you not feel the same?

he purses his lip, disallowing his bottom lip and chin to quiver and concentrates on the burning in his tear-ducts, willing it to go away.

you finally turn your face back to him after a long while. he’s thankful that it’s dark enough that you can’t see the glassy shine in his eyes.

you speak very quietly when you ask him,

“do you love them?”

his breath is practically taken away. did you really know? was he so obvious?

the air around both of you suddenly feels heavy.

he doesn’t want to be dishonest with you, so instead of giving you a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ he asks,

“how long have you known?”

“known what?” you question back.

he hates that you’re making him say it out loud, but if this is how your friendship ends, he’d much rather be open and clear about it.

“that i’m in love with you.”

you’d never seen him so look helpless. he looked like a kicked puppy, and it honestly shattered your heart.

“how long have you known?” he asks.

confused, you question back,

“known what?”

he pauses before answering in the most dejected voice,

“that i’m in love with you.”

surely, you heard that wrong. surely, he couldn’t be talking about you. he must be joking. messing with you, as friends do. you wait for the punchline. you wait for him to say anything, but he doesn’t. it’s then, when you realize that he’s serious. it’s also then when you realize how long you’ve gone without responding to him.

when you finally process it all, you look to him, but he’s no longer sitting cross-legged on the blanket beside you. no, he’s curled in on himself, head ducked into his arms, resting on his knees.

he took your silence for rejection.

“oh, my love. my angel, no, nonono, it’s okay. please, it’s okay.” you rush to his side clumsily, your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders as you caress his curved back before making your way to his front, trying to take his face into your hands.

he keeps his eyes scrunched shut, hard, as he tries to turn his head to keep you from holding it.

his lips turned downwards as he lets out,

“no. don’t wanna ruin what we have. please, don’t wanna hear it. i already know.”

there’s a pause, and he takes a deep breath. with his eyes still closed, he repeats,

“i already know..” he sounds defeated.

“please, koushi. look at me.” you beg gently, stroking his tear-stained cheeks with your thumbs.

he gives in. of course he does. he’d do anything for you.

when his eyes peel open, they’re watery and red. he looks so vulnerable as his lips quiver. fresh tears threaten to fall as he realizes once again that this is probably the end.

“do you mean it?” you ask.

he didn’t think his heart could break further.

he nods without breaking eye contact. he looks from one eye to the other, searching your face for something. anything. he has no idea what you’re thinking, or what to take from this whole mess.

finally, you let out a breath, though it sounds more like a sob. his brows furrow slightly, in hope and confusion. you drop your forehead and rest it against his, palms still cupping his cheeks.

“i’ve loved you for so fucking long, koushi..”

lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed, a breath of relief and disbelief stumbles from his lips. it’s shaky, and he lifts his head to look into your eyes, searching for a lie, for pity. but he sees none of it.

“you have?” he asks, as if he can’t believe it.

you nod, with a small smile, “i really have. and i do. i couldn’t even tell you because...” you trail off, just the idea of it making your chest feel tight.

“because?” he urges you to continue

“i thought you were in love with someone else!” you cry as the tears finally roll down your cheek.

“fuck, baby, im so sorry.” he out breathily.

“no, don’t apologize. you couldn’t have known.”

“i should have been more obvious. or.. fuck, i shoulda just told you. you mean everything to me, baby. i shoulda just told you.”

“it’s okay.” you whisper, kissing his eyelids. you pull back to look into his eyes once more. “you’re my favourite person in the whole world. you make my heart happy and i couldn’t fathom a life without you in it. i’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you. i didn’t want to risk losing you because you’re so so special to me. i never thought that you could want me.”

“i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” he responds. there’s a silent moment where you’re both just looking into each other's eyes. lips parted, breaths mixing. his eyes dart down to your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks in a whisper. you can only nod.

it’s nothing like the movies. his lips don’t rush to yours, and there’s no clashing of teeth.

not yet, at least.

he’s careful in the way his lips approach yours. when they meet, it’s soft, but there’s an unmistakable desperation. he tastes sweet, the remnant juices from the watermelon flavoured popsicle he had earlier still on his lips.

he’s holding back, but still, he’s slow in his movements. his hands snake to your cheeks holding your face firmly. the backs of his fingers then drag down the sides of your neck. his left hand stays at your neck, placing itself there, while the other continues it’s tantalizing path. his other hand moves down your exposed shoulder, down the length of your arm, then back up, just to make it’s way down to your waist. the kiss never falters. not on his part.

he’s wanted this for so long. and you have too, but god, he’s making it hard to stay focused.

you whimper slightly into the kiss, the feeling of his hands on your body so much and not enough all at once.

he can’t help himself. his left hand, the one on your neck, experimentally winds itself around the column of your throat, squeezing ever-so slightly. he’s testing the waters. your breath only stops. not from the little pressure he applies, no, but from how weak you feel. you’ve never seen him like this. and you’ve never felt like this.

he pulls away ever so slightly. he’s stopped kissing you for now, but his lips haven’t travelled too far.

“is this okay?” you’re so close his bottom lip brushes against yours as he asks the question.

“yes. yes, please.” he brings his lips back to yours. he’s not holding back so much this time, using his grip on your neck to pull you closer. to deepen the kiss.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your mouth. you can only tangle your hands into his hair.

you stay like that for a while, whispering to each other, kissing each other. proclaiming your love for each other and making up for all the time lost. for the years you spent pretending to be friends. roomates. best friends, when you were truly so much more than that. you were soulmates.

midnight lovers.

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violet0203 · 2 years

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haikyuu characters reacting to you being pregnant pt1

Sugawara Koshi

Lately you have been feeling sick, therefore after your husband left for work you went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.

It was positive.

You will need to tell Suga but over the phone wasn’t an option and you weren’t sure you could wait until the afternoon.

So you decided to pay him a visit during lunch break.

“Hey what are you doing here?”

“Koshi, we need to talk”

He nodded and closed the door to have privacy. He was starting to get worry since you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers.

“I think I might be pregnant”

Suga started to freak out. You never have really talked about it. Yeah, sure he wanted kids and he was great with them, but what about you? were you okay with it?

“are you sure?” you showed him the two pregnancy test. He rubbed his fingers through his hair and loose a little his tie.

You approached to him and held his hand to calm him down “Suga, if you are not ready there’s no need to take the responsibility… i will be-”

He shut you down with a kiss.

“Never think again that i will leave you. I love you and I already love our child. Sorry for freak out, but i assure that i will always be with you” he wiped a single tear that was running down your face before hugging you tight. Between his arms you finally could feel the pressure in your chest leaving “Can i tell Daichi and Asahi about it?”

“Maybe we should wait until after the doctor appointment”

“Yeah, you’re right”

The bell rang indicating the classes will resume, so you say goodbye to him and gave him a peck in the lips before you lip. You will sort out all the details later.

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara headcanon #sugawara x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu imagines #sugawara imagine #sugawara koushi fluff

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lunamochii · 1 month

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you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Emmy, since we're on the topic of uncles...

How bout dad!yamaguchi and uncle!suga and uncle!tsukki🌚

How suga gets emotional when yamaguchi asks him to be baby yamaguchi's godfather along with tsukki

And how Hinata makes fun of tsukishima for crying when baby yamaguchi is born

And and how baby yamaguchi is entrusted with suga from birth 🤡🤡all the way up to middle school (uncle+teacher!suga???)

PARDON ME??? UNCLE…. UNCLE TSUKKI??? IS THE LOVE. OF. MY. LIFE. UNCLE SUGA?? MARRY ME YESTERDAY DAWG-

Okay. With that out of my system.

Yamaguchi definitely had a rough time deciding who to give that particular title to when it came to Baby Yamaguchi, because Tsukishima has been his friend since like. Dinosaurs roamed the earth, but Sugawara has been such a good rock and teacher-no pun intended- for this whole fatherhood thing.

So, when you decided to let Tadashi know he could pick two, that you didn’t mind, instantly he picked them. There were a lot of tears from the three of them, and all you could do was chuckle on the sidelines.

Tadashi definitely, against the blonde’s best wishes, posts the pictures of Tsukki crying as he stares down at the pink blanket-bundle in his arms, and he tries to keep up the act that he’s pissed about them being posted, but deep down, everyone knows that he’s a big softie and would do anything for the tiny human the second she gets introduced into the world.

Everyone knows that. Including baby Yamaguchi herself.

Once she gets old enough to start milking Tsukishima for all she can, it becomes blatantly obvious just how much she’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“Uncle Kei, can I paint your naaaaails?” Tsukishima then goes to practice with messily painted lilac nails.

“Uncle Keeeeei, I want some chocolate milk.” “No sweetness, it’s too close to your bed time-“ “pleaaaaaaase?”

“Uncle Kei, do you love meeee?” “Too much, brat.”

But that’s nOT to say Suga doesn’t fold like a piece of paper either. Because he so does. Like. PAINFULLY so. He’s just so much more comfortable with it than trying to deny it like Tsukishima. He’s completely fine with being obsessed with baby Yamaguchi. But with his background too, he knows children’s emotions better, how to solve their issues and treat them with the respect they do deserve, and GOD baby Yamaguchi loves him so much for this.

Tadashi too, because once she starts talking, she’s able to understand her feelings better, and her tantrums, albeit rare already, are easier to quell than he’d ever prayed they would be, and he fully has Sugawara to thank for that.

Whereas Tsukki can’t say no to those big eyes, Sugawara is able to at least negotiate before folding completely HA-

And while your side of the family constantly wonders why you let Tadashi pick two, seeing the way Sugawara and Tsukishima handle and interact with her only cement the knowledge that you made the right choice. When she’s perched on Tsukki’s waist at her first birthday party, chocolate frosting over her cheeks while you and Tadashi open the gifts. When she squeals in the baby swing as Suga pushes her higher and higher.

When she takes her first steps up and into Tsukishima’s arms, and when she says her first word in the back of Sugawara’s car. There’s just nothing more you could’ve wished for from the two men that Yamaguchi gave the title “godfather.”

Plus, Tadashi is thrilled to have a godfather on the more scholarly side; he tutors her whenever he can and needs it, he’s able to keep a close eye on her through school… and uncle Tsukki loves it because what ever little snot rocket dare talk to his precious niece, he’s got the first scoop from Sugawara.

Who cares that it’s “good that she’s making friends with boys too”? As far as baby Yamaguchi’s uncles are concerned, any boy is unfit to even look in her direction.

Even if it is just to share crayons.

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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haikyuu boys when protective of you

most likely gets into a fight, does throw the first punch, and dramatically whines afterwards, forcing you to be his personal nurse ATSUMU, TANAKA, nishinoya, terushima, IWAIZUMI, hoshiumi

so insulting and almost degrading to whoever is threatening you that the offender ends up leaving out of embarrassment TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, kenma, sugawara, daishou, akira, SUNA, kageyama, ushijima, futakuchi, hanamaki

YOU'RE the one who is protecting them SAKUSA, hachi, bokuto, YAMAGUCHI, GOSHIKI, asahi, tendo, AONE, oikawa (somehow), koganegawa, LEV

does his best to diffuse the situation, but ultimately leaves angry and mentally hexes them KIYOKO, akaashi, KITA, DAICHI, hinata, yaku, hirugami

spends the night in jail KENTARO, semi, yamamoto, mattsun, OSAMU

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revasserium · 10 months

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could i request 'the thoughts of falling stars' for suga, please and thank you? :D also welcome back! i've missed your writing!

reqs are open :) and thank you darling! i hope u enjoy! <3

the thoughts of falling stars

suga; 2,193 words; a pirate falls in love with a falling star...

what do dreams dream of in our waking hours? what do stars think as they fall towards that place beyond our far horizons?

there are some stories too big for a single person, a single life to tell.

there’s a man with starlight hair and a sunrise smile who pedals stories for the price of dreams. what kind of dreams, you ask? well, it depends on the length and breadth of the story he tells.

once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a falling star.

there’s a place beyond the edge of the earth where the world ends and the sky begins, that’s where all the falling stars go. at least, that’s what all the stories say. and if the stories say so, then it must be true. and men will chase the sound of stories much farther than they’re ever willing to chase the truth, sometimes, even if the story and the truth are one and the same.

by the time koushi is five years old, he’s certain that there’s nothing to the world but the sea — the endless stretch of honeyed depths, sweet and silken as it laps against the sides of their ship, the ship that he was born on. the ship that will one day be his.

dreamcatcher is her name, and never once had he thought to question it.

by the time he is eighteen, and by all considerations, a grown young man, he thinks he knows all there is to know about dreams.

the day that he watches you fall, he wonders if you’ll like him, and even though his parents had reassured him time and time again that it’s none of his concern, that falling stars don’t have likes or dislikes, that once they’ve caught you, all that there’s left to do is spin your hair into the stuff of dreams and toss what remains back over the edge of the world. it’s what they’ve always, always done.

he wonders anyway, and what a wonder it is because when he pulls you up over onto the light-soaked deck, all he can do is stare. you’re beautiful. but of course you are — most falling things are. like rain and sunlight and love. though he doesn’t quite know about that last one yet.

he will though, in time.

but for right now, all he can do is scramble up to untangle you from the star-catcher net. it’s his first time flying solo, his parents having passed on the tradition to him barely a year ago, sending him off with a brand new net and the promise of a whole ocean of yet undreamt dreams.

his fingers are gentle as they pull the thick ropes away from your delicate limbs. your eyes are closed, and he briefly wonders if you’re asleep.

when he first dips his fingers into the spider-silk of your hair, tugging out the first wisps of dreams, he tastes the hint of a summer breeze, bright and sweet as lilies. then, the tang of strawberries, the crunch of freshly fallen leaves, the warmth of fingers dancing over smiling cheeks. he tugs his hand back, blinking away the reverie.

he’s done this a million times, he thinks, spinning the hair of fallen stars into dreams that he can then sell to the people who live on the other side of this deep, honey sea, who toil day in and day out without the promise of reprieve. it’s a sad life, and no wonder they’re willing to pay so much for one good, sweet, endless dream.

but something about you stills his hand, and he finds himself sitting back on his legs, watching you as you sleep.

the sun rises as it is wont to do and still, he’s not spun a single dream.

he watches as the sunlight warms your face, and then — he watches as you open your eyes.

there’s an entire ocean caught beneath the sweep of your lashes.

“oh,” you say.

oh, he thinks.

you blink as the sky breaks into day, the light settling itself over your shoulders, almost ~~almost~~ blinding.

“you… i thought…” your brows furrow in confusion, and then your eyes widen as you seem to take in the scope of your current situation.

“please —” koushi holds up his hands, palms out as you scramble away from him, clutching the material of your dress, thick with the velvet of the night. “i’m not gonna hurt you!”

your eyes narrow and he feels his chest seize with — something.

“y-you won’t? you’re not here to steal my dreams?”

koushi blinks. steal? he’d never thought of what he’d been doing as… stealing. but…

“uhm… no?”

but he can’t help the hot flush that washes up his chest into his cheeks as he looks away.

“oh… then… thank you… i guess,” you say, and you flash him a smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen — he wishes he could catch it in his hand, to pull it into his chest. for how many people can say that they’ve ever caught a falling star’s smile? and how many can say that they just let it pass them by?

“f-for what?” he asks, though he has an inkling, and that inkling turns out to be true as you wave towards the golden waves below.

“for… saving me from the sea.”

koushi presses his lips, swallows hard, and glances out over the far horizon. he should be heading back towards the mainland today, back towards those people with their callused hands and honest, hardworking lives. who don’t know where the dreams come for or what the true price might be.

“it’s… uhm — well… do you want breakfast?” koushi pushes himself to his feet, looking anywhere but at you, twisting his hands together as he fusses over the small sack of rations he brought along for the trip. he pauses as as the thought crosses his mind that he has no idea what falling stars eat — but he’s already asked, and he can hear the sounds of you shuffling to your feet, so he busies himself with preparing a few slices of bread, careful to spread them thick with honey and jam.

“thank you,” you say, nodding as he offers you a piece, and he watches in muted wonder as you take a large bite, your expression cresting into sheer, unadulterated joy as you take another bite, and then another, letting out a soft, thick groan that makes his entire body tingle.

“mm… it’s so good!” you polish off the rest of the bread slice, licking your lips with a bright-eyed smile, “is there… more?”

“y-yeah! here — have another one —”

and so it goes like this — him teaching you about the earthly things, like bread and honey and well-churned butter, and you teaching him about heavenly things, like songs and stories and the weaving of dreams.

when he finally tells you, with halting words and nervous hands, the trick and the trade that his family has always toiled in, you are quiet. but you don’t shrink away from him in horror; in fact, you don’t move at all.

“oh… so that’s what you do.” your voice is light, too light, and koushi wants so desperately to drop to his knees, to clutch at your hands and shake his head and say no — not anymore.

instead, he only swallows and nods and averts his eyes.

“what… what i used to do,” he says after a while.

it is your laughter that saves him.

you reach out to trace a finger across his cheek, “hey… look at me… koushi — koushi —” and you say his name like it’s something more than a name, something that weighs more than a single body, and he melts into the sound of your voice, into the sweet of your caress.

“the thing about dreams,” you tell him, pulling him close, letting him fall into you as he curls his arms around you and buries his face in your chest, “and the thing about love,” you say, smiling as he fists his fingers in the night-sky of your dress, “is that you can always make more.”

he looks up, eyes wide with hope, palms tender with salvation.

“so… i haven’t been hurting you? any of you?”

you laugh, shrugging, “maybe… just a little. and maybe, it would’ve been nicer for you to ask —” you cast your eyes up towards the darkening sky, at the cover of thick, velvet night, “there isn’t a star alive who wouldn’t have spun you dreams if you had only thought to ask.”

why didn’t we think to ask? koushi wonders as he drops his face back into the crook of your neck and you content yourself with twisting your fingers through his hair, the strands going silver the more time he spends with you.

“i’m still sorry…” he says, earnest, as he pulls back.

“i know… i know you are.”

and you’re both older now, and you both know things — great things and good things and solid, knowable things — like the weight of a hand as it holds another hand, the warmth of lips when met with another pair of lips. and the rush and pull of falling asleep in each others arms, the utter, unsinkable joy of laughter, the light and solid of love —

because he is in love. and — koushi is fairly certain — so are you.

but the problem with forever is that it is only ever a promised thing, and promised things are so, so often not earthly things to give. and even though you had once been a part of the heavens, falling stars are only ever just fallen after they hit the ground.

it was a selfish thing to do, and you know it is — but love makes people do stupid, selfish things.

“i… i could wish us forever — if you wanted,” you offer, because it’s what you wanted, and you hadn’t really explained to him what forever really means. and a part of you think he’d never really understand, anyway. at least not until he’s lived it.

“y-you could?” koushi’s eyes are wide as he clutches your hands in his; he presses his lips to them, and you can see his joy, his elation rising up in him like the shifting of the tides, and you lean in to kiss him, to drag the sweetness from his lips.

“yes…” you breathe, and you don’t tell him of the consequences.

“okay,” he says, nodding too fast and too hard and clutching at you like he could press your bodies into each other, like he could weave the solidness of your realities together until they were one and the same, “do it.”

you nod, “okay,” you take a long breath, card your fingers through his hair and start to speak.

“let me tell you how stars are born…”

once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a shooting star; and she made a promise that wasn’t hers to make.

“tell me a story!” a little girl asks, with eyes bright as stars, her smile just as wide, and koushi hums, tapping a finger along his lips as he looks around at the crowd that’s gathered around him.

“ah… but stories don’t come for free,” he says, grinning as he leans in, his voice thick as the honey sea.

“how much?” a little boy with sunrise hair asks, glancing between koushi and the little girl.

“just a dream,” koushi answers, twirling his fingers through the air, and the world seems to shift around him, the boy swaying on his feet before he catches himself against a red brick wall, shaking his head.

“o-okay then… you got your dream. tell us the story!”

koushi nods rather sagely as he leans back against the wall and takes a breath.

he spins the dream in his palm, letting it ghost over his lips as he leans down to breathe it in — it’s a lovely dream, all sunshine and summer haze, rose petals and moonlit bays. he tucks it away in his knapsack, pat it with a finger and prays —

one day, he thinks, he hopes, he dreams, it’ll be enough. one day, he’ll spin enough dreams to bring you back, because you’re still out there, he knows — he knows, in all the dreams he’s ever stolen from the hair of falling stars.

and he knows that if he collects enough dreams, pours them over the edge of the world, that one day, you’ll come back to him. because a gathering of stolen dream is how the stars are born.

koushi clears his throat and starts to speak —

“once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a falling star…”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sugawara koushi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi x you #sugawara koushi imagines #sugawara koushi scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #sugawara koushi fluff #floofy floof floof #haiCUTIES #i feel like this belongs on my 31 days of au list bc it's SO DAMN WEIRD but DREAM PIRATES WAS NOT ON THE LIST LMFAO #uhm ??!?!? i rly liked writing this bc this is very .. uh.... signature of the shit that goes on inside my brain #its all dream pirates and honey seas and sentient stars #pls tell me if you liked it or was totally weirded out u__u

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piichuu · 7 months

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

FEATURING: sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort (ish), fluff, gn!reader

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

“let’s not fight anymore, the couch must be uncomfortable for you to sleep on,” your boyfriend speaks as his hand is gently put on your shoulder. he has been sitting on the floor, right by the couch for a couple of minutes now, but this is the first time he speaks up. you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go to sleep in such an uncomfortable place, especially not after a fight. “we don’t have to talk about it right now, i just want you to come to bed so you’ll have a good nights sleep. if you don’t want to cuddle, we don’t have to, just don’t sleep out here.”

sugawara begins to brush his fingers through your tangled hair and sighs, waiting for you to reply or move. it takes a little bit, but you eventually begin to sit up, now looking down at the man who is still sitting on the floor, wearing the pajamas he put on hours ago. “there you are. come on, let’s head to bed,” he reaches his hand out for you to take which you do, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom where the two of you lie down without you saying a word to one another.

he watches as you get under the covers and once again turn your back to him, so he strokes your arm gently. “i’m sorry for earlier, sweetheart. it’s been a long week for the both of us and we aren’t in our right minds. just know that i’m not mad at you for anything, it may have seemed like it earlier, but i promise you that it was stress that has been built up by my co-workers, not you,” sugawara explains as he eventually moves his hand away from you so you’ll get the space you need.

as you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes and attempts to fall asleep. the two of you usually never go to sleep without solving a fight, but he won’t force you to try and talk to him either, knowing that it might just cause the frustration to grow. so he tries his best, hoping he’ll wake up in the morning and be able to talk to you, but he can’t sleep like this, not knowing whether you’re mad at him or not. those thoughts are however put to sleep as you finally wrap your arms around his middle and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to fight.”

a slight smile spreads over his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “we’re good, baby. let’s just go to sleep together now. i love you.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he sighs when he finds you already sleeping on the couch, not having spoken to him since he went to take a shower in hopes to rid of all the frustration and stress that’s been taking over for the last couple of days. volleyball practices have become more as him and his team are about to go into a tournament in just two days, so the stress has truly gotten to him, but also to you. he’s aware of the fact that you’re stressed about not being able to come with him for his upcoming games due to school work, so you try to spend as much time with him as possible, but it’s difficult when he’s barely home.

kageyama wants to be with you more than anything in the entire world, but the time often flies away when he’s practicing and the time for you decreases into only a few hours at night when you’re already asleep. when you wake up in the morning, he’s either making a quick breakfast for himself and gives you a kiss goodbye before leaving or he’s already left without a word. he’s never able to wake up beside you nor come home when you aren’t asleep.

today he was tired after hours of practicing and even though he had been looking forward to seeing you as he would finally get home a little earlier, he didn’t expect himself to be met by you with tears in your eyes as you begged for him to stay home the next day so the two of you could spend time together before he had to leave. it wasn’t possible, not now when it’s only a few days left until the tournament, his coach would kill him.

so here he is, standing by the couch, contemplating every single life choice he’s made. what did he even do to deserve someone who keeps trying when he is barely ever there? how come you stay when you never get to talk to him? he certainly doesn’t know, but something he does know is of his love for you. “i’m sorry,” he whispers while laying down behind you on the couch. his arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. “i’m gonna come up with something to spend time with you before i leave, i swear. i love you so much, so so much. i wish i could be a with you all the time…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

he sits on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions while looking at you who’s already sleeping. you would be in bed if it wasn’t for him and his stubbornness. ushijima injured his arm during his last practice and had been told by doctors not to work out for at least a month, but how did you find him when you got home from work? carrying weights back to their place as if he had just been training. how could you not scold him when he was risking his own arm getting even worse?

at first, he wasn’t agreeing to anything you said as he kept on saying that it wasn’t a big deal and that “it doesn’t even hurt anymore”. but as you only became more furious about the fact that he wouldn’t listen and then went to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with him, he slowly but surely began to understand that he was in fact making his arm worse. you had the right to be worried, but ushijima had no right being so stubborn.

“i’m really sorry for not listening to you,” your boyfriend mumbles as he searches for your hand to hold, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i won’t work out again until the doctors tell me that it’s okay, i promise. it was stupid of me to not listen to either them or you,” he sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, drowning in his own stupidity until he can hear you stir.

“you always make me worry about you so much, you’re so stupid,” you mumble while sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “next time i find you like that, i might actually commit a crime,” usuijima chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “i won’t do it again, i swear. i will listen to your worries from here on out.”

he eventually climbs onto the couch and wraps his arms around your waist. “i hope your arm doesn’t hurt too much now,” you mumble, stroking his hair. ushijima shakes his head and flashes you a soft smile. “it doesn’t, thankfully. thank you for looking out for me, darling.”

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 25

cockwarming - sugawara koushi x reader

word count: 1138

warnings: smut, nsfw, swearing, praise, soft dom!suga, use of pet names

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“Koushi,” you cooed, looking over your boyfriend’s shoulder. He gave a noncommittal hum in response, not looking up from the mess of paper that covered the desk of his home office. You sighed at the lack of attention, feeling a small petulant pout form on your face. He truly was focused, which was bad. You had come into the office with the intention of distracting him.

“How much longer are you going to work?” You asked instead, glancing up at the wall clock which read half past midnight. Your question made Sugawara sigh and shrug his shoulders weakly, running a hand through his usually immaculate hair and messing it up.

“I don’t know sweetheart. I have a lot of papers to grade. And some way overdue scheduling. Tch, you wouldn't think being a primary school teacher meant working through the nights. Yet here we are.”

Despite his tired, slumped posture, his voice was teasing, soothing to your ears. You felt your pout deepen as you leaned closer to him, running a careful hand over his tense shoulders.

“I miss you.” You sounded whiny, but that was fine. Sugawara always responded well to your complaints. He was an attentive and caring lover. If he knew how bad you wanted him right now, there was no way he would refuse you.

“M’ also pretty horny.” You folded yourself lower, lips brushing his ear as you talked, laying a tiny kiss on the shell afterward. You ran your hands forward from his shoulders down his chest, feeling him up through his sweater. You heard his breath hitch, finally looking up until calm brown eyes met yours.

“Baby….” He sounded hesitant. “There’s just- so much work. I don’t think I will be done for hours.”

You hummed a bit, staring carefully at him, eyes running down his face until they stopped at his lips. You licked your own as you thought about kissing him, unable to resist the urge and shifting forward to brush yours softly and sweetly against his. You could feel him stiffen and lean into you instinctively, suppressing the urge to smirk. You heard him sigh as if in resignation.

“Alright, sweetheart. Come here.”

You were giddy as Sugawara pulled you into his lap, both legs on either sides of him and shimmying to get comfortable in his lap. He pushed your tiny sleep shorts aside, fumbling and shuffling until you felt the tip of his bare cock brush over you before sinking into you in one smooth motion. You sighed in relief as he filled you up, finally feeling as if your craving had been satisfied. You moaned slightly and shifted your hips, gripping Suga’s shoulders so you could get ready to start riding him. But before you could, firm hands gripped your hips tight and kept you still.

You stared at him questioningly but he didn’t reply, winding one arm around your waist and pulling you to him so you would rest your head on his shoulder, fit snugly against his torso. Then, he went completely still.

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, and you groaned in protest, trying to straighten up. Suga’s grip around your waist tightened, letting out a warning hum. One of his hands wound into the hair on the back of your head, pulling your head up just enough that you would meet his eyes. His gaze was hard, his face blank, and your breath hitched.

He was being serious and stern. You felt yourself clench around him. And from the little twitch of the corner of his mouth, you knew he felt it too.

“You wanted to spend time with me. And you wanted your greedy cunt filled. You’re getting both. Now be a good girl and take them. No protest. Understand?”

You nodded choppily, movement restricted by the hand entangled in your hair. Suga gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, placing your head back in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. You bit your lip when he shifted forward slightly to pick up his pen. Then, all was still.

The sounds of pen scratching on paper was the only thing echoing in your mind as it got more and more hazy. The tick, tick, tick of the wall clock seemed to be an amplified sound, or maybe it was just you, getting more and more hypersensitive as the time passed, focus acutely directed at the stretch of your weeping pussy, feeling how you leaked all over Suga’s cock, juices probably running down his balls and ruining his pants. You would clench involuntarily every time Suga shifted slightly, earning a gentle squeeze at your hips where one of his hands had taken permanent residence. Your eyelids grew heavy as the minutes ticked by, as Suga’s girth remained tucked snugly inside you, continually kept hard by the little shifts and squeezes of fluttering walls.

You felt your whole body relax into your boyfriend slowly, surrounded by his soft warmth and comforting touch. To be connected to him so intimately while he just carried on with mundane work tasks sent a gentle shiver down your body. You let your eyes fall shut, lured into the wonderful feeling of safety that came with being so close to him.

You couldn’t remember how long you two stayed like that, your mind jumbled and fogged at the sensations around you, inside you. Your core felt sore, stretched so good for so long. You only jolted slightly when Suga finally sighed and leaned back, groaning a bit when his cock nudged into your sweet spot. A small, sleepy cry escaped your lips.

“So patient.” Suga praised, careful fingers running over your sides, soothing you. “You did so well, sweetheart.” His voice was butter. “Would you like a reward now?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, hand snaking between your bodies and into your shorts to find your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.

After hours of wonderful stimulation, it took maybe four minutes for him to make you cry and shake on him, twitching and shuddering on his cock as your long awaited orgasm finally ran through your body like sweet release. Suga hummed and praised you through it, fingers moving insistently over your tiny bud until he had milked everything out of you, calling you his good girl, his obedient little whore, his perfect, pretty cocksleeve.

“You’re so perfect, my love. So beautiful. Taking exactly what I give you and not complaining about it. You trust me so much, don’t you? Good little slut. My perfect princess.”

You keened and snuggled closer to him, finally letting the lingering trails of unconsciousness take hold of you, safe in your boyfriend’s arms, knowing he would take care of your body and put you to bed while you were out like a light.

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