#sugawara fic

[danishima]

ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ!ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ

|ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀᴜ|

~ in which Prince Sugawara meets you in a ball hosted for him to marry your older sister. ~ {part 1}

Prince!Sugawara looked around the giant ballroom decorated with the best flowers in the kingdom and the most delicious food from the chefs of the palace. This ball was hosted particularly to find the young prince his princess. The King had met with one of the wealthy dukes living on the kingdom to get his eldest daughter to marry into royalty. However the young prince wasn’t so keen on the arrangement. He wanted to marry his true love. One he met by himself.

As Sugawara sat next to his fathers throne, he swirled the wine in his hand as the musicians played pieces the people danced to. While he watched them dance there was one person that stood out to him.

His eyes fixated in your direction. You look gorgeous in your wine red ball gown as you dance with one of the wealthy men from the kingdom. He observes the way you move, you are so elegant, carrying yourself with such grace. Your hair tied up in a bun, held together by a comb clip decorated with ruby stones.

His initial thought was how astonishing you looked. Your gown was no short of the best material. You must be one the daughter of a duke. He silently hoped you were the lady he was ought to marry.

He wished it was him dancing with you. That it was his hand that held your waist and guided you to sway to the rhythm of the music. As the music piece came to an and you got ready to switch partners. Without thinking, Sugawara stood up from his seat and started walking towards you in a sea of big, puffy ball gowns. The people quickly moved out of his way while waiting in anticipation to find of who the price was going to dance with.

You were getting ready to dance with a new partner when he approached you. The music stopped as he stood in front of you, looked into your eyes as you were looking for something, anything to say. “My prince.” You bowed, remembering it’s in fact the one and only prince standing infront of you. but quickly stood up as you heard him chuckle. “No need for that m’lady.” He said with a charming smirk on his handsome face. You looked away, embarrassed. You two stood there with everyone’s eyes on you as he held out his hand. “May I have this dance?” You nodded and gracefully, he took a hold of your hand and his other one settled on your waist. The music resumed as you placed your hand delicately on his shoulders.

He had light brown eyes that you got lost in while looking at him. You could see all of his emotions trough them. Next to his eyes he had his signature mole. One that represents his wealth and luck as the old ladies of the kingdom tell it. His soft lips move slightly as he hums to the music and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel like. He smells like freshly cut grass and a bar of soap which was used to wash his silver hair that mesmerized you everytime you glanced at him.

You were busy examining him when he broke the ice. “My lady, may I ask what brings you here today?” You gave him a weak smile as you answered “My father has some business with the king.” He looked like your words reminded him of something as he smiled. “Interesting.” He mumbled. “You don’t seem very thrilled to be here?” He questioned. “Crowds are not usually my favorite places. I rather be alone.” You widened your eyes and coverd your moth as you heard those words roll off your lips. You were dancing with the prince for goodness sake’s! Many girls would kill for this opportunity, including you but you couldn’t enjoy it knowing your sister was soon to be married to the man in front of you.

Since you were a little girl you dreamed of marrying the prince. But being the youngest that wasn’t possible. You had watched the prince grow up. He was such a gentleman. Always doing what’s best for his kingdom. However you could not let yourself go.

“I am terribly sorry! I did not mean for it to come out that way! I wasn’t thinking I-“ You rambled on and on untill you looked up at him and saw the soft smile on his face.

“I understand what you mean. I am not a fan of crowded places myself either. But I am glad I was here tonight. Because I got to see a ravishing young lady.” He said as he twirled you around.

You let him guide you, leading you by your waist. A few songs later you were growing tired. Seems like he could tell so he leaned down and said

“Would you like to get out of here?” You looked at him with curiosity in your eyes. You wondered what made the prince come and dance with you. Sure you were used to attention from men seeing as you were the younger daughter of the duke but today was supposed to be about your older sister. You could practically feel her stare burning holes into you. You bit your lip as you stepped away from him.

“I really shouldn’t.” He furrowed his brows “And why is that?” You stared down. “You will soon find out my prince.”

You let your hand slip away from his hold as you moved through the dancing crowd, leaving Sugawara confused behind you as people immediately approach him in hopes to dance.

a/n: I had a mini heart attack after I thought I deleted this but crisis averted! So this is part one of probably two and I wrote it on my phone. My fingers are begging for a break. ( tbh I wrote this thinking about @aitarose )

[pan-cakez]

Family Day

Here's one of my entries for @mindninjax's Domestic Daydream collab! Here's the Masterlist. Enjoy fluffy Sugawara! Here is Nanami and Aizawa!

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Sugawara always loved family days with his school. It was always great meeting the parents of his students and their siblings. It also boosted his ego when their parents walked up to him and talked about how much their kids adored him. His favorite part though, was watching you in the kitchen making food to bring to the event. Every year he tells you that you both can just buy cookies and cupcakes from the local bakery, but you insisted on making them yourself since "they don't make it with love."

Every year, you also ban him from helping because either you both end up covered in flour because you threw it at each other, you end up with flour handprints all over yourself, or you end up making out or having sex on the counter and getting so absorbed into the moment until you smell something burning. Suga's pout when you kicked him out was always almost enough to let him back into the kitchen. Almost. Your determination to finish the food was greater than his cuteness, but you always promised him a taste while you were cooking and some of the food when they were still hot. He would always grumble but accept that deal. It always got rough when the whole apartment smells like whatever you were baking.

Needing a distraction, he would go to his office and start grading his students' work. If there wasn't much, he would start making other assignments, or planning his lessons. If he really wanted to, he would come back to the kitchen to see your smile as you're honed in on mixing the batter, like he is right now. He was waiting for one of his favorite things to happen.

"'Ko, come here for a second?" And here it was. He walked over to you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"What's up love? Ready to allow me back in?"

"No." He laughed at your curt answer.

"Well, I tried. What is it you need?"

You bring up your whisk, and turn to him.

"Can you taste it? I wanna know if it tastes okay."

"Baby, of course it'll be good. You made it." A heat rises to your cheeks at his words, and you softly push him.

"Just try it." He laughs at your grumbling, which only seems to make the fire in your face burn brighter. Bringing a finger to your whisk, he collects some of the cupcake batter and brings it to his mouth. He sucks on his finger and pulls it out, looking lost in thought. "So? What do you think?" He looks at you, his eyes shimmering in the light of the kitchen.

"Well, I think I just might have to marry whoever made this." You roll your eyes.

"You already have." He pulls you into him, his hands firm on your waist.

"And I'm the luckiest person in the world for it." He places a soft kiss on your lips and you giggle at his comment.

"Now, get going so I can put the stuff in the oven. I'll come cuddle you in bed after." He whines at your words.

"But Y/N-"

"No 'Ko. I'll be done in a bit okay? Don't be a big baby." Your words sounded like you were scolding him, but the huge smile on your face proved otherwise. He pouts and walks off. You sigh and put the cupcake batter in the fridge. You would never admit it to Sugawara, but you had a bunch of flour that you baked before he came home so that he could eat the batter, and the cookie dough you have sitting in the freezer. You have a little chunk saved for him to have when you get back to your room. After you place the cupcakes in the oven, you turn on a timer on your phone and make your way to your room.

"Oh 'Ko~" His head snaps up from his phone at the sound of your sing-songy voice.

"Yes my dear?"

"I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes and open your mouth."

"I thought I'm supposed to say that to you." You rolled your eyes at his line, and a smirk donned his face as he knew you got it.

"Just do it 'Ko." He raised his hands up as if he was showing he was harmless.

"Alright, alright." He closed his eyes and opened wide, sticking his tongue out to mess with you. Quietly, you get to the bed and softly place the cookie dough on his tongue. He instantly closed his mouth around your fingers and looked at you intently. Your breath catches in your throat and you slowly pull your fingers out with a pop. You refused to let him fluster you like he always does, so you rolled your eyes as Suga smiled brightly at you and started eating the dough. “Delicious as always.” You giggle and he pulls you onto the bed, causing you to let out a yelp. “But there’s no way it’ll be sweeter than you.” He peppers soft kisses on your face, and despite your pleas for him to stop he can clearly hear that you don’t mean it by the giggles that constantly spill from your lips. Your laughs have always been music to his ears, making his heart leap every time he hears them. After a while he relents, still keeping you close to him in his arms.

“You know, my kids always love it when you bring cookies on exam days. Last year one of my students told me they were excited for the next test so they could have your cookies again.” You laugh at his words.

“They always liked me more than you.” A pout was featured on his face.

“It happens every year! I see those kids every day, how do you do it?”

“I make them cookies so I win.” Suga grumbles at your words.

“Fine, but remember that I love you more than them.” He smiles at his words, and you pluck his forehead, causing him to rub his forehead, a soft “ow” coming from him as his pout returns.

“I know you do. That’s why you proposed to me, and why we’re currently married, and I have your last name.” He puts his head against yours, a small smirk on his face.

“You do have to admit that Sugawara Y/N sounds cool though. Really slides off the tongue.” You roll your eyes at the comment.

“You said that after you proposed, and at the reception, and every anniversary.”

“Well, you’ve been convinced to take it, so I just wanna remind you of how awesome that name is.”

“It’s not the name that matters, it's that it's yours.” He smiles softly and kisses you. You sigh into the kiss, losing yourself into the feeling of his lips on yours. Suddenly an alarm goes off on your phone, breaking you both from the moment. “Well, time to check on the cupcakes.” Suga whines and plops himself on the bed as you stand up.

“Do I get to try a cupcake?”

“Always.”

[pink-imagines]

mischievous

request: can i request number 17 from handholding, number 12 from kisses and number 10 from touching with sugawara please?

a/n: hi this felt super rushed, so feel free to request again if you want something else :)

warnings: slightly bad writing, teasing

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hand-holding 17. holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition kisses 12. short pecks touching 10. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

You hadn't been this excited in a while. Koshi had set up a date that you couldn't believe he ever would! Of course, you had been talking about it for a while but you had never thought he'd want to do it. He was taking you to see an art exhibition that had just been put up in a pretty famous museum. Everything felt so incredibly perfect, so you went all out. You put on your favorite outside, fixed your hair, put on make up - basically made sure that you looked as perfect as you felt.

The plan was to meet at the train station, as you'd need to take a train to get to the museum, and then take a short walk together. There was still the question of eating lunch before or after the museum, but you decided to pick when you got there. You sat on a bench by the train station, waiting for Koshi. To pass the time you kept fiddling with your clothes, or looking at the time on your phone. Of couse he'd be there on time, but you still checked. When he eventually arrived you didn't see him at first, as you were too busy trying to find something to do. You only noticed once he was standing right in front of you. "Hey, sweetheart.", he said happily. "Koshi!", you exclaimed and got out of your seat to wrap your arms around his neck. He stumbled back slightly and put his hands on your back, steadying both you and him. A small laugh escaped his lips and he placed a kiss on your cheek. Because of fyour hectic university schedules you hadn't been able to see him that often. On top of that, you had tests to study for. Even though you'd love to lie to yourself and say that you'd be able to focus on the material when he was around, you just couldn't. You had tried studying together once, but it didn't end with you closing your books feeling ready for the test. However, now everything had come to an end and you were ready to spend your summer with him. "How've you been?", he asked as, to your dismay, he pulled away from you. "I've been doing alright, I managed to pass all of the exams!", you grinned, "Oh-... and I've missed you, of course." "I've missed you too, Y/N.", he gave you another kiss, this time on your forehead. Koshi took a second to really look at you. His smile seemed to grow softer and warmer with every second. Maybe you were a bit over-dressed, considering Koshi's jeans and shortsleeved button-up. But he made you feel like you looked absolutely perfect. "You look very pretty.", he said gently, "You always do, of course... but especially now." With a soft smile you reached up your hands to cup his face gently. He responded by putting one of his hands over one of yours, and held it softly. "And you look very handsome.", you said, "Thank you for planning this, I think it'll be wonderful." Koshi smoothly took your hands away from his face, holding onto one and intertwining his fingers with yours. He brought up your hand to his lips and gave it a quick peck, making you break out into a big smile. As if on cue, the train arrived and the passengers started getting off - which meant it was almost time for you to get on. "Let's go, hm?", he said, and you hummed in response.

The train wasn't as packed as you thought it would've been. Maybe it was due to your early vacation, or you just happened to pick the right train. Either way, you managed to find seats so that you wouldn't have to stand up the entire ride. Koshi held out one of his earbuds to you and you gladly took it. As the train started rolling, so did his playlist. Some of your favorite artists were on there, mixed in with songs that you had never heard before but were equally good. You let out a soft sigh and put your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in watching him play around with his phone. Koshi went back to his playlist, and you just happened to see the name. "Y/N's playlist", it said. A smile broke out on your lips, and if it weren't for you being on public transport you would've teased him about it. He quickly turned off his phone and put it on his lap. Now that his hands were free, you took a hold of one of them. Without using words, you tried to reassure him that the playlist was cute and not embarrassing. You kept playing with his fingers, but when he put your head on top of yours, which was still on his shoulder, you understood that he had gotten your message. You turned his hand around so that you could look at his palm. There your index finger softly drew hearts upon hearts, until Koshi let out a soft, barely noticeable, chuckle.

When you got off the train your hand was still in his. So when you had gotten a bit further away from the station you stopped him by pulling back his hand. He turned around, letting out a small hum of confusion along with showing off a furrowed brow. "Did you actually make a playlist for me?", you asked with a fond smile. "Ahh... I thought you'd forget about that quickly.", he let out a light, embarrassed, laugh. "No, why would I?", you said in a teasing tone. "Yes, I did make a playlist for you.", he nodded, "I put in the songs you usually listen to and found some other ones I thought you'd like..." "It was sweet, thank you.", you gave him a satisfied nod back, "Now let's go!"

You were going straight to the museum. There was a slight hop in your step because of the excitement that was slowly building up more and more. Of course you knew that you shouldn't get your hopes up, but you couldn't help it. Koshi seemed to notice your excitement, as he wore a fond smile whenever you'd look back at him. The walk to the museum was short lived and filled with little, to no, conversation. But you enjoyed the silence, feeling comforted by the fact that you didn't need to strike up conversation with Koshi. Whenever you did speak to each other his voice was gentle and warm, like a light summer breeze. His hand, which had previously held yours, would now occationally brush against yours. It was a teasing motion, in the somehow made up competition that had just been created. Who would grab the other's hand first? You weren't prepared to lose. But as soon as you got to the museum all thoughts of the competition left your head. Koshi payed to get in and then you were in a world of magical creations. You were so excited, you didn't even know where to start. "Y/N, come over here.", Koshi waved you over and you happily bounced after him, "I think we should start from over here, don't you?" He pointed at a table of headphones, above them an explanation. You were supposed to use the headphones to get around the museum, it would explain exhibitions as well as a few seperate works. You let out a small "aha" in the midst of your realization, which made Koshi let out a small laugh.

The two of you walked around in exhibitons, listening to the audios that the headphones provided and looking closely at different pieces of art. The next room would be the exhibition that you had been so excited about. You were so caught up in your emotion that you grabbed Koshi's hand to lead him to the next room, completely forgetting about your silly competition. Even though you didn't care anymore, Koshi still had a proud and accomplished grin on his face. In the other room you stopped by a particular painting. It was absolutely beautiful, but the headphones provided no explanation for it. So you waved Koshi over, who was looking at another piece at that moment. He walked up behind you, putting his arms around your waist and leaning his chin against your shoulder. "This one doesn't have an explaination...", you stated and leaned back against his chest, "What do you think?" Koshi took a good look at it, removing his headphones to let them hang around his neck instead. In response to his movements you pushed one side of your headphones off your ear, the side where Koshi had his head leaning against your shoulder. "Hm...", he sighed, "... well, there's not always a lot to say - maybe it's something that can't be explained with words." "I guess you're right... still, I'd like to know... experience it, if it's really unexplainable.", you muttered. There was a pause. You were looking at the beautiful painting, while Koshi was trying to stop himself from saying the thing that had popped up into his mind. Alas, he lost in the war against his brain. "I can give you an unexplainable experience.", he whispered softly in your ear. The light summer breeze that used to be his voice had turned into a bright and red sunrise, which was waking up in your chest. You felt warm, but in an entirely different way. On top of that, his lips had gently brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Koshi!", you hissed at him quietly and watched as he tried to hold his laughter back. You were sure that your face was as red as a tomato at that point. As you got out of his embrace and looked back at him he had already turned back to normal. "What?", he asked with an innocent smile. You felt like you were about to explode, you simply didn't know what to do. Koshi grabbed your hand out of the blue and started leading you away from the painting. A playful giggle escaped his lips, only loud enough for you to hear. The reason he had started leading you way was because of the big crowd building up in the exhibition room. "Is there anything else you want to see or can we go get food now?", he asked once the two of you got out of the big crowd. "I think food is a good idea.", you nodded.

The day ended with both of you slowly making your way to the train station. A part of you really wanted to go home, but the other part wanted to stay with Koshi for as long as possible. The sun was setting, creating beautiful light all around you - making Koshi's skin look like honey. His hand was holding yours in a tender grip, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand from time to time. There was so much to see around you, but the best view was always right beside you. "There's the station.", Koshi muttered. The two of you stopped walking completely. You hummed quietly and started playing with his hand again. It seemed to have become a habit of yours. Koshi looked over at the train schedule. "There's a train coming in a few minutes... but there's another one twenty minutes after that.", he murmered, slowly approaching you further. "I think we might miss the first one, let's just wait another twenty minutes.", you said with a playful smile. "Mhm, I was just thinking the same thing.", Koshi nodded. He continued taking tiny steps towards you. When he stood right in front of you, you let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck instead. Of course you'd never do that with people around, but luckily the place you were standing was slightly shielding you from the few people that were currently around you. Koshi reciprocrated your movements by putting his hands on your waist. He looked so adoreable that you couldn't help yourself. The hands that were before locked behind his neck now made their way to his cheeks. You lightly squished his cheeks before leaning in and peppering his face with short kisses. "Y/N-" You knew that it wasn't what he had expected. A smile broke loose on your lips, but you kept placing small pecks all over his face. Eventually Koshi stopped struggling against you and just let it happen, letting out a low chuckle of defeat. Soon enough you slowed down your kisses, whispering out a short "I love you" between them. Koshi smoothly took ahold of your face and pushed you a bit further away from him. "I love you too.", he said with a chuckle. "I just wanted to thank you for today...", you pouted slightly, "... and you look so cute I just want to squish you!" You lightly squished his cheeks again, only letting go when Koshi took your hands away himself. "A thank you would've been enough, but I appreciate the effort.", he smiled, "We should start heading into the station." You looked over at the schedule with a sigh. "One more kiss?", you asked sweetly when you turned back to him. He motioned with his index finger towards his lips. You nodded happily and leaned in to place another short peck to his lips. But when you did, Koshi put his hand on the back of your head. What you thought would be a short kiss turned into something else. His lips were soft, you had felt them before but now they were almost demanding. It's easy to say that it made you weak in the knees. His fingers lightly tangled themselves in your hair, while his other hand reached up to cup your cheek. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, trying your best to stablize yourself. When he felt your hands on him he smiled into the kiss, making your heart flutter. Before pulling away completely he landed a short peck on your lips, to finalize the interaction. Koshi looked at you with a smile, so cute that you wouldn't have believed that he was the one that kissed you earlier. You took a moment to stare at him in disbelief before hiding your flustered face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle. He let out an angelic laugh, only making you blush harder and hug him tighter.

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[a/n:] i'm so sorry for this terrible writing, i've been really out of it ever since i got home😭

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Sock Thief

[keichan]

Senior Year

Updates every Monday. Story begins 7/14/21

You and Sugawara Koushi have been RAs at your university for the last three years. Though it’s easy to say that the two of you have never gotten along well. Follow the course of your senior year at Miyagi University.

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, american style college au (though set in Japan)

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[hai-nakyuu]

demure (adj); sugawara x reader

reserved, modest, and shy

tw: 18+, corruption kink, cocky but sweet sugawara, virgin!reader, praise, dumbification, a lil overstim, dacryphilia

koushi sugawara never understood the concept of corruption.

he never really got how it amused his fellow third-years every time someone- say, yachi, or yamaguchi- would furrow their eyebrows in confusion at a not-so child-friendly joke tanaka or nishinoya cracked.

he never really minded how tsukishima howled in laughter as hinata and kageyama unkowingly shared an “indirect kiss” through a water bottle.

he never really cared about if someone was a virgin, because to him, whether you’ve had a dick inside you or not doesn’t change who you are.

that is, until he met the quiet, innocent, and pure little angel called you.

“do i... look okay?”

“”okay?” princess,” he laughs softly. “you’d bring venus and aphrodite to their knees.”

he says it to calm your rushing pulse, but, to his slight amusement, it just makes you even more flustered.

you’ve never done this before: dress up in lingerie for a boy.

but this wasn’t just any other boy.

this was koushi, the boy you trusted with all your heart to cherish you in every way.

“this is the most beautiful two piece i’ve ever seen,” his eyes trail up and down your body, “though.... i suppose it’s because you’re wearing it.”

your eyes avert from his piercing gaze as you blush at his words. “i kind of missed one ribbon at the back, though,” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “could you...”

“do the honors?” he grins. “thought you’d never ask.”

you smile back up at him, but you can see a tiny shimmer in his eyes that says he wants you, needs you.

he moves to sit behind you on the bed, and runs his hands down your shoulder blades. you can feel his slow, steady breath on your back as his hands trail down the lace, his thumb brushing each thread, until his fingers reach the last untied ribbon of the corset.

his breath hitches. his heart skips a beat.

it feels like he’s wrapping his own present.

your eyes flutter shut as he slowly ties the string into a neat ribbon. it’s as if to confrm that this is real: you’re about to give yourself to him. you know koushi feels this finality too, that he’s the first to see you like this.

what you don’t know is how hard it is for him to hold back.

he’s never felt this urge to protect you for anyone else. sure, he’s been an older brother figure to his kouhais, and he’s always been the one to take initiative during dates and other intimate activities, but there’s something about being the one to teach you about pleasure that sends blood rushing to his cock.

once you feel his hands leave your back, you slowly turn around to meet his gaze. his irises have darkened, his eyes almost completely black with desire.

it ignites something warm in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a long, quiet moment, the air silent besides both your heavy breathing.

koushi doesn’t move just yet. he literally can’t. something about seeing you this vulnerable, something about seeing the love in your eyes, makes him realize just how much trust you’re giving to him, and how much he wants to drive you mad with his touch.

and then you smile softly, let your eyes flutter shut, and slowly snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in- almost hesitantly- for a kiss.

gosh, every time your lips touch his he just falls harder.

his hands find home in your hair as he tilts his head a little to the side, deepening the kiss, teasing your lower lip with his tongue. you gasp and he chuckles against your mouth, pressing his lips- and the rest of his body- harder on you as his patience slowly trickles away like sand in an hourglass.

whatever he’s trying to hold back, he doesn’t think he can for long.

you lay back down on the bed, pulling koushi to hover on top of you. god, this boy was a sight, hair tousled, his lips a little pinkish with your lipstick, and- fuuuuuck, the sexy grin as he dips his head into your neck and experimentally plants kisses on your skin. you giggle a bit and blush because you’re ticklish, and he swears if this moment were any more innocent he could just swoop you up and ruffle your hair as you giggle in his arms.

what you don’t expect is how he suddenly sucks on a certain spot and before you can stop yourself-

“h-hah! god, koushi-”

koushi’s cock strains hard in his pants at the pathetic adorable whine you let out. he masks an aroused groan with a chuckle as he repeats the action.

again.

and again.

and a few times too many, actually, because he can feel your chest rising and falling against his, your much smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders.

delighted by your sensitivity, he keeps this up for another minute before he breaks away, adorning a cocky smirk as his tongue darts out to drag across his lips.

“your-your lips are pink,” you inform him, and he chuckles sweetly as he tastes your strawberry lipstick on his tongue.

“tasty,” he jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. even at such an intimate moment koushi can be so goofy.

“you’re such a dork,” you tease, and he smirks a little as his hands drag down your waist, squeezing a little at your hips.

“i’m a dork, huh, angel?” he drawls against your ear as his fingers toy with the ribbons of the last piece of cloth covering your mound. “let’s see if you still think i’m a dork when you’re soaking my fingers later.”

he pulls your panties off, watching as a pale, white string of wetness connects from the cloth to your already dripping folds.

“you got off on a bit of kissing, darling?” he smirks up at you, and you thrash away from him, embarrassed that he has to see you wet.

“i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to pee- i already went to the bathroom before-”

“don’t sweat, it, angel, it’s normal,” koushi chuckles. it’s funny how he has to remind himself that this is your first time. he takes your hands, and places them on the headboard above you, before fluffing up the pillow your hear is on, sneaking a quick kiss to your lips before sinking back down between your legs.

“it is?” you ask, curiosity halting your flustered movements.

“of course, it means you’re liking it,” he says, hands on your thighs slowly pushing your legs apart, “do you like it, hmm, angel?”

“i-i think i do,” you stutter, nodding. he smiles, but it’s a little mocking as he regards your innocent confusion.

“you have no idea what i’m going to do to you,” he drawls. “but don’t worry, you won’t have to think about aaaaaanything. just lay there and be my good angel while i fuck you so good, hmm?”

“okay,” you whimper, already shaking in anticipation.

“good, that’s a good girl,” he praises you. he slowly licks up and down your folds, dipping his tongue into your cavern and curling it at the tip before slipping out. he laps up all your arousal, humming at the taste of untainted purity as his tongue swirls around your bud before his lips latch around it and suck, eliciting a choked up whine of his name.

fuck,he thinks. how is he going to take this slow if you’re laying there so willingly, making the sweetest, lewdest noises he’s ever heard?

he knows the answer: he won’t.

you don’t even notice his right hand nearing your folds, too immensed in the feeling of being so stimulated until you feel the pads of his fingers prod at your entrance, freezing up in anticipation.

“hey, hey, don’t tense up, princess,” he coos. he kitten licks at your clit to get you to relax, while two of his digits slowly enter your cunt.

he curls his fingers slowly, knowing that if he tries hard enough he’ll find a spot that’ll make you see stars-

“f- ah! koushiiii-”

“there it is,” he grins. “does it feel good now, angel?”

“mhm,” you whine.

“so responsive,” he chuckles. “i’m gonna start moving them, alright?”

it’s kind of a rhetorical question, because once he gets to thrusting his fingers in and out of your folds, curling and prodding at the most sensitive parts inside you.

fuck, none of his fantasies can ever compare to this moment, seeing all your reactions, feeling you clench down on him so desperately, and hearing you mewl and whimper his name. up to just earlier today, he had to control himself not to think of such sinful things around you, because surely you must think him weird, perverted, or even disgusting; you’re the most preciousgirl in his eyes, why would he evertell you that he thinks about your bashful smile every time he fists his cock at night?

but one glance at your face, seeing how your back arches off the bed, desperate to cum even if you probably don’t know what that means, tells him that maybe he could keep you innocent. he could keep this beautiful expression of pleasure to himself, let everyone else think you’re so sweet and uncorrupted when in reality, behind closed doors you’re on your way to becoming his lovely, obedient prey.

his prey that he cherishes and loves.

everything is a blur to him when he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue, guiding you to your first orgasm (of many) as you tug hard on his hair, giving up on trying to hide your noises when the pleasure takes over the sanest part of your mind and body.

it washes over you like perfectly warm water; a shock trickling up your toes all the way to your spine, your back arching as koushi removes his mouth from you.

“there you go,” he lets you down from your high gently. your head falls back on the pillow, your breaths heavy, but you can still feel when his fingers slip out of you, quick, but you’re so sensitive it makes you clench down on nothing a few times.

“aww, you want more?” koushi teases. “greedy little thing.”

you whine softly, but he clicks his tongue, not taking that for an answer.

“what’s that, angel? i can’t understand you, darling, you gotta use your words,” he smirks down at you.

you open your mouth to reply when he taps a few times on your clit, effectively reducing you to choked-up whimpers.

it almost makes him forget how he’s painfully rock hard in his jeans.

discarding the rest of his clothes, koushi pulls down his underwear, and his cock springs out, and your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he kisses you on the lips quickly. “i’ll go slowly.”

he moves to trail his tongue along the helix of your ear, reducing his voice to a dark, breathy drawl.

“for now.”

he lines up his cock with your folds, pressing in gently, taking note of every change in your expression.

but god, it felt so good. koushi could feel you squeezing him so hard. he balls up his fists, keeping them away from you so you don’t get scared.

“d-does it hurt, angel?” he asks breathily, fighting the urge to sink in completely.

“n-nuh,” you grit out. “f-feels weird.”

“it’s alright, don’t worry, i’m almost- f-f-fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into your ear.

his breath hitches as he feels you shiver at those words.

oh.

well if that isn’t fucking adorable.

“how ‘bout i give my angel a reward?” he praises you, his other hand slipping between your folds, rubbing circles into your clit.

neither of you are prepared for how it feels; you’re immediately mewling into his shoulder, your nerves on fire as your legs start twitching uncontrollably, your hands helplessly clawing at his back, as your cunt clenches down on him so good it makes koushi’s eyes go wide and feral.

“p-please move, k-koushi” you whine into his ear, and that makes him fucking snap.

he’s in a daze he grabs your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, thrusting all the way in with one swift move, making you let out a high-pitched moan into your hand.

he’d be more gentle if he could, he swears, but something takes control- or rather, loses it inside of him as he grabs both your wrists in one hand, slamming them above you as he thrusts in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you as you squeeze down on him sporadically.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he groans, watching as your back arches so sexily as he fucks you the way he’s always wanted to.

“i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, angel, and now i can finally tell you how much i’ve dreamed of fucking that pretty little smile and making you cry. so i wanna see every bit of you, understand?”

he rips off the lace top with one hand, and you moan brazenly at his show of strength. he licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one of your perked nipples and sucking hard, making you squeal and sob fom the pleasure.

“f-f-fuck, please koushi-” your moans get louder and louder and louder, your legs shaking as you feel something crashing over you so hard it makes you see white-

just as koushi’s about to reach his peak as well, a memory flashes through his head from what seems so long ago.

“i... like you too, sugawara-san,” you smiled up at him shyly, holding the second button of his school shirt in your hand which he had offered you so sweetly.

“you do?” he laughs, half in joy, half in slight disbelief.

“well, why wouldn’t i?” you beam up at him. “you’re so sweet to everyone, and i really feel at home with you, you’re very attractive-”you chuckle in a fluster at this- “and you’ve always been so...”

“what?” he tilts his head curiously.

“...so nurturing to me, if that’s the word,” you avert your eyes to your feet bashfully. “you could teach me a lot of things too!”

“yeah,” he holds his arms out, and you gingerly slip into his embrace, melting into his chest. “maybe i could.”

- the end

[v1rtu4l-tr4sh]

Sugawara ( ◜‿◝ )♡

[kemisuu]

Sleepless Nights

Sugawara Koushi x reader (post-timeskip AU)

|| Genre: Fluff

|| Warnings: Manga spoilers, if you don't feel comfortable please don't read it.

|| Note: Second attempt to write better fanfiction, don't hesitate to request some ideas for me to write about, hope you enjoy it.

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You were trying to find a comfortable position in your sleep, only to find yourself awaken to your fiance's pen, scratching the papers. Not being able to fall asleep again, you sleepily walk towards your fiance.

"Kou, what are you doing at this hour?"

"Oh, [Y/N], sorry to wake you up, I'm still marking these tests my student took last week, so go back to sleep, I'll join you when I'm done," He said with a smile, kissing you softly. Finding yourself not being able to get back to sleep, you decided to make your beloved another cup of coffee.

Coming back to him still working, you peek up at one of the student's worksheet. "Why did you make the test so hard?" you murmured to yourself. "Hard? It's not hard," he said while grinning at you.

"Well, Kou, I'm not going to pass the test," you said chuckling to yourself, picking yourself another chair to sit on beside him. "Well, I guess you will," he replies.

Setting yourself the chair beside him, you began looking through the window, it's raining outside, but it's not scary as some kids say it is, you find it rather calming. Each drop falling from the dark blue skies above, making music each time it hits the ground, it's no nice.

"Koushi," You call for him. "Hm?"

"Do you remember when we were in high school?"

"Of course, who could forget Tanaka and Nishinoya?"

You laugh softly, "What about Hinata, I heard he's coming back to play in the MSBY Black Jackals vs Schweiden Adlers, are you going to be there?"

"Of course, I already bought tickets for us."

"What a great senpai, so who will you support Kageyama or Hinata?"

"Ahhh.....," he said finally looking up from his student's tests.

"That's tough, let's just buy both team's merch then!"

"That's right, that way we're neutral and support both teams. I heard Hinata got famous in Brazil, as Ninja Shoyo, have you seen his videos?"

"No, but I know he's better already, moreover after that accident in the Kamomedai match. Ah! Look, I'm finally done marking the test."

You smiled and stood up, taking his emptied cup in your hand, you walk back to the kitchen to wash it. Later coming back to your shared room, slipping into the futon, in your Fiance's arms, finally falling to sleep.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Sweetheart Suga

when I took a break in the summer it was for uhm similar reasons so this was good for me too

Sugawara x Reader

warnings: thoughts of suicide and self-harm, depression, angst, 

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: Sugawara is the best boyfriend you could ask for, he is always there for you when you need him and sometimes when you think you don't.

Sugawara could always tell when something was up with you, he was your boyfriend it was practically his job to know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. You had been pulling away from him recently not talking to him all day or responding to any of his texts, which was concerning enough honestly. But when you did talk to him you were always short and disconnected from the conversation, like. How you got when you were tired and just about to tell him good night.

Suga was your biggest confidant, he knew everything about your mental illness and well past. His only worry was that you’d stopped trusting him somewhere along the way. 

“Can we talk?” Suga asked as the two of you walked home in silence, you looked up at your ray of sunshine boyfriend and nodded. You could never say no to him when he looked at you with those soft gray puppy dog eyes. 

“Are you feeling okay baby? I want you to talk to me when you have a problem,” he said rather bluntly. You blinked at him before averting your gaze.

“I know,” you muttered weakly, Suga had made it clear that he had no problem talking to you about your issues but still, you couldn’t help but feel like he was doing it out of obligation. Like he was your boyfriend so he had to care. It was hard to confide in him with that mindset 

“So?” he prodded

“So… what?” you asked confused. 

“So what do you want to talk about?” he repeated you sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m fine Koshi it’s just-”

“Just?” he prodded. 

“I've been thinking about hurting myself again,” you squeaked, “I haven’t! But just having thoughts,” you explained quickly. You really were getting better, but those dark thoughts about hurting and killing yourself were out of your control. No matter how much you wanted to stop them you just couldn’t. 

“What brought this on baby?” he asked softly cupping your cheek, running your thumb over your temple. 

“Me and some of my friends had a fight and now they won’t talk to me at all, it was so stupid but they were just so mean and now they hate me, I hate me,” you spat, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands.

“Don’t say that baby, I’m sure they don’t hate you, and I know you don’t hate yourself, not really at least,” Suga soothed before kissing the crown of your head. 

“Friends fight all the time, I’m sure you’ll make up with them,”

“What if we don’t?” you sniffled. Suga paused for a moment, thinking.

“Fuck em then, if they don’t know how wonderful you are, and they don’t know how worth you are keeping in their life and they let some petty little fight end it all, they don’t deserve you as a friend,” he said. You cried a little more and shook in his arms. 

Suga walked home with you, and when you asked him to come in with you he followed you in like there was no other option. He wrapped you in a blanket and pulled you out onto his lap on the couch. He held your face in both of his large hands and peppered your face with feather-light kisses. On your cheeks, nose and forehead. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or just cuddle?” he asked you nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in his cologne a familiar and comforting scent. 

“Movie please,” you decided, even though you fully planned on staying with your face planted in his chest. You liked watching movies with Suga, even if he was the only one watching. Koshi would talk through just about anything and you enjoyed feeling the rumble of his voice as he talked and joked. 

“Lady and the tramp it is,” he said, starting the movie. “Lady and Tramp are a lot like us you know that?”

“How so,”

“Obviously, I am the wild and good-looking tramp who introduces the prim and adorable Lady to wildlife on the streets- or volleyball I guess. Volleyball is a lot like being a mutt I think, maybe I’m losing this metaphor a little bit,” 

you laughed against his chest. “You could have just said spaghetti date nights and I would have accepted it,”

“That too, come on don’t you think I’m a little like Tramp? Rouge yet devastatingly attractive to all the ladies?” 

“You’re the tamest person I know,”

“I can be wild!” 

“Mmm is that so?” you asked

“Is too so,” he defended. 

“Then why are you always the one to go and stop Tanaka and Nishinoya when they get into trouble?” he started to speak but then shut his mouth Frimley making you laugh again. 

“Baby that’s different, if I don't stop them Daichi will and Daichi will kill them,” he whined, only making you laugh harder. 

“Princess just tell me I’m dangerous and sexy please,” he whined dropping his chin to the top of your head. 

“Of course you are baby, I love you,” you cooed in between giggles. You leaned up quickly and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

“I love you too, now quit laughing at me or I’ll really give 

[everafterkeiji]

band aids & promises ft. koshi sugawara.

“Bleh!” Young Sugawara exclaims, a playful expression on his face with his tongue stuck out with his eyes closed as you pout at his reaction. Keeping your head lowered from the embarrassment, the boy’s joyful laugh echo through your ears as you fought the urge to cry when your knees started to sting when it made contact with the jagged road making you wince catching his attention.

Looking at your figure, the sweet boy stops his pestering as he crouches down to your level looking for signs of a wound and when he does, there’s a sweat that runs down his forehead when he panics at the sight of a few tears coming down, it increases his worries when he realizes they came from you.

“Hey? I’m sorry!” He shouts, shaking his hands as if he got caught by a police red handedly. You nod, not wanting to put the blame on him since the bike was to hold all the responsibility.

At first it was a simple race, whoever loses gets to obey the winner with one request. It wasn’t competition, it was just the wind that felt too good to let go once the speed decreases so when you saw Sugawara end up a few inches in front of you, you decided to follow through, exhilarating because of the adrenaline.

Which led you to twisting the breaks when you saw a rock, not daring to make a sound to avoid the judging eyes of adults. Your best friend doesn’t notice this at first but when he doesn’t hear the sound of your laugh, he pauses when he sees you down on the ground with an unreadable face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sped up.” He apologizes once more before he blushes, letting his finger raise your chin to meet his soft eyes with your teary eyed ones. He chuckles softly as he wipes away your tear as you stubbornly look away to hide your flustered state.

“You’re unfair.”

You scoff at his words, bitter at the wound and the way you had just scraped your new bike. You sniff but abruptly stops when a hand falls to the crown of your head.

“You’re even pretty when you cry but you’d be prettier if you smile again.”

Looking up to him with your heartbeat abnormally jumping, Sugawara Koshi manages to catch your heart in a glance at his bright smile with his hands held out for you to reach.

“I’ll make it better.” He promises as you took it without hesitation while he holds out his pinky for you to interlock.

“I promise I’ll never leave you behind again.” You look at him in disbelief, seeing adults say those always end up being nothing in the end though in movies, you had dreamed of being promised to a memory that’s impossible to erase even as time passes. You almost wanted to ask him if he had wished the same, if he had wondered about the meaning of love from the stories they had heard from fairies and prince’s.

Looking at your bruised knee, he sighs before holding his stance firm and proud knowing he’ll never let go of his word.

“Okay.” You said with a smile catching him off guard as you interlocked your finger with his as the sun shined behind your fingers, coloring it in the hue of everlasting love.

“What do you have there bub?” Sugawara asks, adjusting his tie before looking at the child who had this tongue out in focus as he tries to rip off the skin off the band aid.

“I’m giving it to my friend.” The teacher pouts as he pats the child’s shoulder as he follows his pupil to make sure the so-called friend can be helped.

He watches the young boy shout, almost making the older boy laugh at the way he ran to the girl who was seated at the colorful bench. Before he could approach the two, Sugawara sees the way the boy carefully places the band aid on her elbow as he sighs happily, glad at the thought of his students taking after his lessons about being thoughtful of your friends.

But what catches his breath is the way the kid manages to kiss the band aid on her arm as he gives her a thumbs up, the similarities shocking him when his heart flutters seeing a younger version of himself.

“It’s cured now! Sugawara senpai said it doss the trick!” The kid exclaims as the girl rolls her eyes as she stares at her friend with the same loving eyes that belonged to the past setter when you entered his line of sight.

“Kids these days huh?” He smiles at the sound of your voice as he wraps his arms around your waist while you awed at the two kids who had their pinkies linked together. Sugawara rests his chin on your shoulder since he was behind you, watching your smile grow once the kids began to laugh at their stupidity for getting into a mild accident.

“They’re quite something, Suga.” You said, as if your heart had experienced a whole other feeling seeing his students act exactly the way you spent your childhood. The start of it all, the end of wishing on stars since magic was laced in every moment you had with him.

“Absolutely.” He places a kiss to your temple as one of his hands subtly remove itself from your waist as you can only reminisce on the school that he chose to teach at. Trusting in destiny was always gimmicky but the chances of him teaching at your childhood elementary was more of a natural occurrence to the couple who were lucky ever since they had met.

Your thoughts come to a stop when the soft tap of his fingers on your hip catch your attention. He was in the same position as before with his chin on your shoulder but one of his hands were out in front of you, a box present in his palm as a gasp escapes your lips as he chuckles, the vibration of his laugh adding to the pounding beat of your heart.

“Suga.” You said cautiously as his smile remains fixated on his lips before opening the box as leans his head on your temple while your hand rests on your chest, feeling how he impacted right on to your heart.

“What if my request was to marry you? What would your answer be, love?” He asks as you were caught in a state of shock as he moves himself to be in front of you, his forehead gently resting on your own.

“I’ll marry you any day, Koshi.” You answered him as he slides the ring on your finger, overwhelming you at the thought of how the world looked a lot like the man who you were engaged to, maybe he was more than that, certainly this boy was dream of a lifetime.

The universe falls in silence as he takes your lip in his, celebrating the branch of love he already wanted to reach ever since you were 10 while you kissed back, dancing along the chances of an ever after with him.

The two kids watched at a distance as Sugawara picks you up, twirling you around as they heard their teacher continuously shout how much he loves you. The younger boy tugs the pinky of the young girl as their stunned eyes lead their lips to form a heartwarming smile.

“I want to be like them.”

A/N: wrote this in a whim for @strawberiya but i see that there's a certain pattern with thesw drabbles🤔 pls let it not be baby fever-

[writers-worst-nightmare]

People Pleaser (Kōshi x reader)

Pairing(s): Kōshi x reader

Warning(s): cussing, angst, mentions of trauma

Word Count: 889

A/N: request are always open so go ahead and drop on by, either leave the request in my inbox OR you are more then welcome to message me if you want more detail or just to get to know me :)

Playlist I made that to listen to while reading this

You stared into Kōshi’s soul as he played volleyball. Even though he stayed out for most of the rounds, saying that Tobio should join in now and that he couldn’t be left out alone in the game while Shoyo is beating everybody up. You always wondered and worried about your boyfriend, from wether he isn’t drinking enough water to if he is going to take a bullet for his friends one day and suddenly realize the mistake that he has made. You always stayed quiet, being known as the shy artsy kid who has a lot of trauma, you had to. And you always noticed the little things in people. Some things that they themselves might not even notice. Like the fact that Tobio always got happier when he was near Shoyo. The same was for Kōshi, the gray haired male always seemed to keep a fake smile plastered on his face and he always seemed to be so wrapped up in the thought that he was selfish that he has given up everything for everyone he does and doesn’t know. And also his eyes always seemed to be filled with hunger and tiredness but he would refuse to have some water until everyone got some. It was frustrating to say the least, watching your crush tear himself apart when he could’ve done literally nothing about it, it broke your soul. So, like the petty cheerleading bitch you are, you decided to walk over to where Kōshi was sitting out. Sweat dripped down his face and he looked tired as ever, but the way that his knee bounced up-and-down repeatedly you could tell that he wanted to go out and kick some nekoma ass.

“Hey you!” You declared, snapping your fingers in front of the male. Kōshi’s head shot yo as he stared at you, his wife gray eyes looking you up and down.

“What are you doing here?!” Kōshi blabbered out, falling backwards on the bench. You rolled your eyes and helped the teenage boy up.

“Look…I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself lately and it is pissing me off!” You growled, pinning Kōshi down on the bench and a mean snarl on your face before you took one glance at a scared Kōshi and alll the anger seemed to seep away from you. “I just want you to see the best in yourself…” You muttered, getting off of Kōshi and rubbing the back of his hand in reassuring circles. Kōshi looked at you, his expression seemed to beg and plead you to help him but it also seemed like he didn’t know what was wrong with him. You grabbed his wrist tightly and dragged him out of the gym, the murmurs of his teammates in the background as toy closed the door and stared at the gray haired boy. Pity filling your y/e/c eyes as you began to lead Kōshi to a playground and set him o the swings.

“I am sorry, have I caused you any trouble?” Kōshi inquired softly, gently swinging in the breeze of the midnight sky. The game had been running late due to Nekoma showing up la the r then they should have and everyone fighting outside. The whole battle between the cats and the crows didn’t make much sense to you but that was volleyball shit. You didn’t want to get involved with that.

“No, you didn’t cause me any trouble at all, I just wanted to make sure that you where ok.” You reassured, placing a hand on his shoulder blade. Kōshi tensed up before letting a tear escape from his beautiful silver eyes. They dropped to the the floor and Kōshi kept crying, the thin tears being replaced with thick tears. Each time they ran down they cause a little stain on his red cheeks. Your eyes widened and you rushed off your swing to go the the volleyball player and hug him gently. The boy caved into you and let himself grow weak under your body, making him fall off the swing and into your arms. You double backed and fell on your back to the mulch that was made up of the playground floor. There where kids that where playing in the background, their cheers ringing in your ears. You where guessing that they where the younger siblings of the volleyball players from either team. Slowly one by one they started to surround you and Kōshi.

“Is he ok?”

”What happened to him?”

“Boys aren’t suppose to cry!”

You cradled Kōshi in your arms, ignoring the cries of the kids being dragged away from the mess that the setter was currently in. “Hey it’s ok…let it all out…” You comforted the male, holding him close to your chest in a protective manner. Glaring at the adults to tried to say that boys aren’t meant to cry or that Kōshi was setting a bad example for their kids. You didn’t feel like giving them the middle finger (even though you had to repress that urge a lot) because if you did then Kōshi wouldn’t have your warm hands wrapped around his torso and playing with his hair gently.

[sodium-h]

Hide and seek

Hide and seek should go in different ways, but who would complain about that outcome?

Warnings: slight anxiety attack, but other than that there's none

Rating: fluff(?) I think is fluff... I mean... I'm not really good at understanding the rating, so...

Masterlist and rules

It should have been a fun game. Every kid likes hide and seek and it was a good way to not have a screaming kid attached to you every second of the day.

And it was fun, until almost five minutes later she still didn't found her little sister.

She pressed her lips together and averted her eyes to the side, where the sound of steps could be heard.

To her dismay, it was just another kid.

Her breath itched as tears welled up in her eyes.

She frantically looked around with her heart pounding in her head.

Where was she?

She began to walk around, calling her name again and again.

Where was she?

Turning her head once again she got a glance of a little black spot near a silver one.

Her eyes widened as she recognized her little sister near a gray haired guy who was pointing at her with a little smile.

The kid started running towards her with tears streaming down her face.

She kneeled to the ground and embraced the little girl, gripping her head to keep her as near as possible.

-Don't you ever try to do it again. You almost gave me a heart attack.

She kissed the little girl's cheek and wiped away her tears.

-It's okay now. You're with me and you're fine, okay?

She looked up to see the approaching male with gray hair. The smile tugging his lips was gentle and genuine.

She observed him a bit better. Brown eyes with a gold tone framed by long lashes and a cute little mole near his left eye.

She pressed her lips together, slightly embarassed by her little dramatic scene.

Caressing her sister's head once again she stood up and smiled at the cute guy.

As she did so she noted a little kid, around her sister's age hiding behind him.

-Thank you for finding her. I don't know what I would have done if I were to lose her.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head a little, resting his hands on his hips.

-It's nothing really. It happened with my brother too. - he stopped talking and stroked the little kid's head, massing his hair - I'm Sugawara Koushi.

He raised his hand for her to shake.

His long, slender fingers brushed on her skin, giving her goosebumps. His skin was warm against her usually cold hands.

While saying her name, she observed her sister trying to get Sugawara's brother to play with her.

She chuckled at the little picture of the two kids, Sugawara doing the same.

-Why don't you kids go ply together? It will be more fun than staying with two old guys like us wouldn't it?

His gentle voice made the kids look at him. His brother was clearly against it, preferring to stay with his brother instead of making a new friend, while the little girl looked at him in awe.

After a bit more of convincing the two kids went to play together - well, more like her sister dragged and forced the kid to play with her - leaving the two teenagers alone.

-Your sister is really outgoing. I hope my brother gets something from her.

He smiled, looking to the girl on his right.

She was looking forward, her eyes watching her every step, so he could see her sweet features.

They began to talk, walking around the playground and never darting their eyes from the kids.

Their conversation when back and forth, from their favorite food to their least favorite subject and so on.

To her it was mesmerizing finding a guy she managed to connect so fast.

He was gentle and sweet, but he could also give that crackhead energy she loved to feel.

He would make her laugh and she would do the same with some lame joke that wasn't even funny. But he laughed nonetheless.

-What were you thinking, love?

The gray haired man beside her stroked her shoulder, resting his arm around her.

He looked at her with curious brown eyes. She always found them mesmerizing. How they would shine under the sun light and how he would look like a child every time he was curious about something.

-Just how much of a crack head you are.

He chuckled and closed his eyes, squeezing her towards him a bit more.

-And you're stuck with me for a long time.

He pressed his lips on her temple while the TV showed a show none of them were interested into.

[writingssummit]

..𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎: 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖..

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗..𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖.  

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.  

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔.

“suga, is it..you?” the look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you. you’ve known him long enough to see the flashes, the looks.

he scratched the back of his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “if i said it was?” you felt your heart clench, and diverted your gaze. if it was him..then your crush on your best friend wouldn’t end poorly.

“then i wouldn’t feel bad for thinking of you a lot.” you murmured.

“i can’t hold this from you, how unfair.” he laughed. “yes, l/n. it was me. i was going to tell you at the gym, you caught me off guard!” you grinned.

“sorry to ruin that for you. but you were a bit obvious right there, suga.”

your heart almost stopped right then and there, by the way suga grabbed your hands. he gave you an intense stare, one that made you squirm in your seat.

“koushi.”

“what?”

“call me koushi.” 

that you would.

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜..𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊.  

𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.  

..𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎..

[mizukei06]

Flowers - Sugawara K.

college!Koushi Sugawara x reader

Genre: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF <3

You work at a daycare under the table with your handsome coworker Sugawara. You’ve had a small crush on him for a while and never said anything, then white day rolls around...

In his off time when he wasn’t studying for classes Suga would work at his family friend’s daycare and get a little extra money for random stuff like snacks or a small spontaneous trip to Miyagi. You were one of his coworkers. You were getting your degree in child psychology and to make some quick cash to pay down the sea of student loans you picked up a under the table job at the daycare. 

You’d worked with Suga a few times, he seemed like a very kind, funny, and helpful guy; and if it weren’t for you always having something pop up right wen you consider it, you’d probably have asked him out for coffee already. 

You walked into the daycare, setting your bag down in the back in the teachers lunchroom and sat down with the kids. They were rowdy since it was a Sunday and they’d been there since 8 a.m. and it’s about noon. A lot of parents rely on week-round daycares because they unfortunately get stuck working on weekends.

“(l/n)-sensei!” a little girl by the name of Miki tugged on the sleeve of your sweater 

“yes Miki-chan? is there something you need?” 

“will you play dollies with me?” she looked up at you with hopeful eyes. 

“yeah, pleaaseeeee” most of the other girls pleaded, now giving you the same puppy dog eyes.

You sighed, knowing they were your achilleas heel, as you walked over, taking a seat on the ground. 

“Have a good day (y/n)-chan! The teacher waved to you as she left. 

“bye! have a good day!”

she waved to all the kids before leaving through the front door. That’s when the full weight of 15 kids’ wanting constant attention slammed onto you. 

“(l/n)-sensei! come play with me!”

“(l/n)-sensei, I’m hungry, when’s snack!?!?!?!”

“(l/n)-sensei, will you please take us outside to the playground”

It had been at about 2:30 when finally a savior, practically an angel walked through the door. (up to you if that includes looks or not ;) )

“good afternoon, you guys” Suga laughed, giving the kids head pats as he made his way into the door and through the sea of excited kids. He held his usual bag of chocolates in one hand, but the other has a bouquet of roses and an actual box of chocolates. 

you see, every time Suga came in to work on weekends, he’d bring some chocolate in and give a piece to each of the kids there; and on certain holidays like valentines day, white day, etc he’d bring in flowers (but never roses) for the kids and hand them out, telling them to trade flowers with their friends or something. 

and it just so happened to be March 14th, white day. 

“Suga-sensei, are those flowers for us?” a little girl asked

“no, no, I brought your guys’ flowers here yesterday, they’re in the teachers’ room. These are for (l/n)-sensei” he smiled. 

At this point you’d frozen. Did you hear that right? Were those for you?

He walked over, his usual sweet with a hint of mischief smile plastered on his face. 

“(l/n)-san, I was wondering if you’d accept these from me and maybe would like to go out for coffee sometime. 

You were beet red, but happier than ever. 

All the little girls were watching like it was some princess movie where the prince came to rescue the princess and well, the boys... they’d lost interest for the most part. 

“I-uh...yeah, I will; and I’d love to” you smiled to him, accepting the box of chocolates and the roses. 

“great! lets figure out a time later! he smiled, sitting down with the bag of chocolates he brought for the kids and handing them to them. 

You carefully put the flowers in the back by your stuff and got a chance to look at the card he’d slipped into the roses. 

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓌𝒽��𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎! 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈...𝓈𝑜 𝐼'𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒!

-𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒦𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒶

[hot-wiings]

A – Angst

F – Fluff

-> DRABBLES

001. "What about now?" (F)

The One With A Proposal. 

-> HEAD CANONS 

001. Dating Koshi Sugawara (F)

 The One Where It’s Just General Dating Head Canons.

[theaceastronaut]

Haikyuu Rambles (College au? but covid exists)

Forward:

Suga & Daichi are college dorm mates

Their dorm is connected to 2 other suites so they have access to a fridge & utilities to cook

i don’t mention their other suite mates this oneshot focuses on Suga & Daichi

Covid shut down their school

classes are still in session virtually

all students must stay in their dorms unless absolutely necessary (so to go & buy groceries)

Over their years rooming together, Suga has acquired lots of stuff to make coffee

he has a milk frother, french press/ a bunch of stuff

so Suga can make many various caffeinated beverages (he’s like a mini-barista)

Suga drinks coffee. 

Too much, in Daichi’s humble opinion.

He has at least 4 cups everyday. Sometimes more.

CONCERNINGLY MORE.

An iced macchiato for his 7am class. Why did Suga think signing up for this class would be a good idea? He doesn’t know. Suga supposes that if he were in the classroom instead of taking classes out of his dorm room things might be different, but now he wishes past Suga had been kinder to present Suga... because can’t keep his eyes open for Calc class without coffee-in-hand. Thankfully Bokuto is in the class too & asks a question every 5 minutes which keeps the class engaged, but Suga has to wonder how Bokuto can somehow be so loud over Zoom. It’s uncanny.

An americano at 11am for la clase de español. Sitting in a bean-chair near the window for some natural light, Suga sips from his cup & listens as la profesora talks. They’re going into breakout zooms to discuss their opinions on what happened in the last episode of “Gran Hotel” they had to watch for homework, & he sadly puts the americano down to unmute. Akaashi is randomly assigned his partner today, so the two hablan sobre las problemas de Julio y Alicia. 

A cold brew at 2pm for Literature. At this point, all the earlier caffeine has worn off, so Suga needs something strong to keep him going. This class is both a blessing & a curse; they only meet once a week, but their sessions are 2 & half hours long. They’re dreadful. At least Daichi takes the class as well, so they can share a monitor and sit under a warm blanket together during class, but not even cuddles can make the class end sooner. After a while of listening to the professor lecture about the peculiarities of the syntax of some Shakespeare poem, Suga feels like his brain has turned to mush, and sips of the cold brew force his internal systems to remain awake, just for a little longer.

A few shots of straight expresso at 4pm to study. On days like today, all of Suga’s classes finish in the morning, so getting work done as soon as possible means he can go to bed as soon as possible. A while ago Suga tried one of those bang energy drinks Noya had told him about, but it was too sugary. Suga likes his coffee plain, which surprised a lot of his friends, but he just can’t handle that much sweetness in a beverage. He’d rather eat something sweet alongside his coffee to balance out the bitterness. But with the bean juice flowing through his veins, he feels motivated to tackle his assignments and aggressively gets to work.

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Daichi is concerned. 

As Suga’s roommate, he feels like it’s partially his responsibility if Suga gets a heart attack from too much coffee, but google says that a lethal amount of caffeine is around 30 cups of coffee... It would be pretty difficult to drink that much coffee in one sitting (right? right?!?!?!?), but still, Daichi is worried.

Seeing Suga spend hours up each night working so diligently on his homework so he can succeed makes him feel proud, yet at the same time increasingly frustrated that Suga’s dream degree seems to be slowly eating away at his health.

Watching Suga start to shake on the daily due to caffeine is not something he wants to get used to, but hopefully the habit will die off as the quarter ends (soon! thank goodness).

Daichi sits on his bed, pondering different ways he can help Suga ease his workload, when a loud slam pulls him from his thoughts. Suga has fallen asleep on his textbook. 

Suga would want to be woken up, but seeing how easily Suga can fall asleep even after a consuming a double(?) expresso is quite concerning. He must be beyond exhausted. Still, knowing that he would get an earful for not waking him up earlier, Daichi sets an hour timer on his phone. He’ll wake up Suga then. 

And while he’s not one to enable Suga’s bad habits, maybe in the meantime he’ll try to make Suga some coffee. But preferably one with a lower caffeine concentration. 

Walking to their suite’s kitchen area and getting out the milk frother & coffee beans, Daichi wonders if he could possibly pass off hot chocolate as coffee. He doesn’t think Suga would buy it, but it’s worth a shot.