#sugawara x you

[teamatsumu]

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.

[system-to-the-madness]

Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

Masterlist

It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart.  But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

[sugawarassoccerlover]

"are you okay? do you need a hug?" suga asked gently, holding his arms open for you.

"no, 'm fine," you mumbled, wiping your face with your sleeve, your lies obvious by the tears on your face.

suga stood and waited. he didn't want to force his care onto you, he wanted you coming to him to be your choice. he would wait. he would take the lies. he didn't mind standing there awkwardly with his arms open until you acknowledged your own vulnerability.

after a few moments, you whispered "i'm not okay" before you practically threw yourself into the former setter's arms, plastering yourself to him like a koala. and he would hold you, for as long as you needed

[bokutone]

˗ˏˋ LOVING THEM ˎˊ˗

including: semi eita, sugawara kōshi, kuroo tetsurō, kita shinsuke, ushijima wakatoshi. genre/warnings: nothing but pure fluff! a/n: here's a little christmas present from me to all of you because i miss my boys and we need to bring the hq content back<3

semi — loving him is red, full of passion and love. you’re his muse and he’s your superstar, your love for him is like a roller coaster and every day feels different; mondays are for soft love, soft touches, sweet kisses and bear hugs. while fridays are for rough love, desperate kisses, red marks on his skin and possessive words coming out from your lips. but he loves it, you love him, and the combination of your souls together creates a beautiful shade of red. 

sugawara — loving him is blue, like the deep ocean and dark sky. your love for him flows like the waves you two watch every night, it’s calm, revitalizing and harmonious. it feels like the first kiss and last hug, your eyes hold his secrets while your lips savor his love. loving him is drinking the first drops of water after a long day of work, loving him is feeling safe, loving him is knowing your heart is safe within the walls of a shared house, loving him is having a home to go back to when the world seems to collapse on top of you.  

kuroo — loving him is yellow. it’s the bright yellow that lightens up your day, the color you see when his eyes close and his mouth opens every time he laughs. loving him is seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, the happiness when you wake up with his arms around your body while the sunlight reflects on his skin, loving him is hating when he decides that comedy should be his career even when he knows he sucks at it. full of energy, fun and bad jokes, loving him is the yellow that shines around him when he loves you back. 

kita — loving him is white, white like the clouds above your head while you help him with work. white and pure like the way he looks at you and how your heart pounds on your chest when he says how much he loves you, loving him feels like sleeping under the trees’ shadow that saw how you two shared kisses and strawberries. it doesn’t feel rushed, it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels perfect because the love between two angels is always blessed. 

ushijima — loving him is purple. pleasant and calming like a sunset. his love is calming and peaceful, his love is full of tenderness and stability, making the worst day feel like another battle conquered after a hug. loving him is having the patience to understand his silence but also his words, loving him is learning to love without the pressure of loving wrong. loving him is tripping with your own feet and feeling a soft and strong hand pulling you out of your stupor, laughing about it with sparkling eyes and big smiles. his love is straightforward but not overwhelming. his love is simply yours.

rbs and comments are really appreciated!

[eggyrocks]

#53 with my babygirl suga pls....

suga is sooooo babygirl.........

500 follower special: #53 “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

sugawara x gn reader, established relationship, fluff, nonsense, goofy shit, reader doing weird shit (crawling through windows at 4am) not proofread

Their fingers move in a way that would suggest that they've done this before. They know what they're doing when they fiddle and twist at the outside of the window lock, biting down on their bottom lip in concentration.

Once the lock finally pops, they grin brightly, unbothered by the fact that it is their eighteenth straight hour without sleep or how soon enough the world will start to awake around them. All the can think of as they pull the window open and climb through, is the plastic bag they have dangling from their wrist, and their sleeping boyfriend, twisted up in bedsheets and half-hanging on the bed.

They step carefully through his room, depositing the bag on his bedside table. Sugawara's light snores fill the room, and they can't help but smile as they approach his bedside, sitting on the edge of the bed and admiring him for a moment, thinking fondly of how cute he looks before they lean in and gently shake at his shoulder.

"Koshi," they say, not bothering to keep their voice low. "Babe, wake up."

His expression twists in his sleep, brow furrowing and upper lip twitching. "Hmmph," he groans, stirring slightly.

They lean closer, placing a kiss on his slightly-sweaty forehead before they lean back, and flick the center of it.

Sugawara flinches, jerking back at the contact. His eyes flutter open slowly, and he twists his head at the sight of them. "Babe?" he questions. "Am I dreaming?"

They giggle. "Nope, I'm real," they say, and lift their arm to reveal the plastic bag of ice cream they smuggled through his window. "Brought this for you."

Eyes still heavy with sleep, Sugawara sits up, placing his weight on his forearm and reaching for his phone. The brightness of his screen makes him flinch again. "It's four in the morning."

"Yeah, and I brought you ice cream," they explain, settling back to sit cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom. Sugawara practically rolls off the bed, scooting closer to sit beside them. He rests his head on his shoulder as they pull out a pint of strawberry. "I was gonna get toppings but I stopped at three different twenty-four hour stores and they didn't have anything good."

"Who the fuck crawls through someone's window at four in the morning for ice cream?" he asks through a yawn, nuzzling in closer to their shoulder.

They're struggling with the plastic around the pint, trying to rip away at it with their nails. "The love of your life," they reply lowly, eventually giving up and tearing into with their teeth. "You know my birthday?"

Sugawara's arms slowly wrap around their waist, pulling them in closer, eyes closed as he tries to get as close to them as possible. "I know of it."

"Well, you broke into my house at five in the morning to take me for breakfast on my birthday, because you said you wanted to celebrate as early as you could," they explain, finally ripping the plastic clear off and popping off the lid. "And now, I'm beating your record. Happy birthday, Koshi."

They can feel his lips pull into a smile against the skin of their neck. "You're such a dork," he says, voice heavily laced with affection. "Thank you babe, love you."

'Love you, babe," they reply, slightly unfocused. The plastic spoon they brought is no match for the frozen pint. It just scrapes along the top, and they can't get a good scoop out. "Fuck, this is hard. I was hoping it would've melted by now."

His eyelashes tickle their skin. "It still counts as a birthday celebration if I go back to sleep, right? Your record will still count?"

"No," they insist, "you have to actually have the ice cream in order for it to count."

Without opening his eyes, Sugawara reaches down for the pint and sloppily licks along surface of the ice cream. "There, I had the ice cream. Now come to bed with me."

"Koshi..."

He looks up at them, sleepy eyes half-closed and a lazy grin on his lips. "Please, babe? It's all I want for my birthday."

All it takes is one look at him and his dopey, sleep filled smile for them to relent.

Their legs are tangled together, and Sugawara's holding onto them so tightly they wouldn't be able to pull away if they tried. He snores lightly. The sun rises, and the ice cream melts on his bedroom floor.

an: why was i sleeping on suga i love him

[darkmegs]

THEIR “FANGIRL” LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! PT. 2 (sugawara koushi and iwaizumi hajime)

warning: x gn!reader, crack, shirtless suga, enjoy our cute boys. please let me know if there are any mistakes~

a/n: you lot seemed to really enjoy the first part so here’s part 2!!

[ part 1 (oikawa, atsumu & suna) ]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

forever known as karasuno’s angel—which, by the way, was incredibly inaccurate—one can only imagine the heaps of girls his fandom fostered.

they would fawn over the pretty setter for both his looks and his charming personality, and even empathize with his situation of being replaced; this earned kageyama many glares from suga’s dedicated fan base, not that the oblivious first year noticed.

“we got it!!”

you, yachi, and kiyoko walked into the gymnasium, hauling the boxes of jerseys for the boys.

“wow!! it looks so cool!!!” hinata jumped with excitement.

“go on and try it on. let us know if it fits so we can make alterations in time for the inter-high tournament.” coach ukai told them, nodding towards the three of you managers.

“looks like i’m the star of the show,” noya declared, chest puffed out in pride. hinata gasped loudly, eyeing the orange set the libero had on.

suga laughed, taking his shirt off to try his jersey on. right on cue, a crowd of girls appeared by the gym windows, peering with watchful eyes at the scene ahead of them.

yachi tugged on your sleeve, “umm, senpai? those girls are here again…”

you looked up and spotted the sight. groaning, you handed your clipboard to yachi, “i’ll shoo them away.”

you marched towards the exit with purpose. once you stood there, you cleared your throat. the girls jumped like frightened cats and scurried against each other.

“ladies, is this any way to act? it’s creepy. do you want to make the boys uncomfortable?” you asked, with your hands on your hips.

they blinked.

“we’re only here for sugawara-san, not the boys!”

the crowd agreed, and you dragged your palm against your face. then, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend walking up behind you.

“hey, y/n. could you get this in a bigger size? it’s too tight around my biceps.”

wrong timing.

you sighed, “here we go.” suga only looked at you in confusion, before he heard the erupt squeals and chants the girls unleashed from seeing a shirtless sugawara right in front of them.

as you massaged your temples to ease the growing headache they were giving you, you failed to notice the girl walking up to you two.

“why are you standing so close?!”

you looked up and saw a first year, her eyesbrows furrowed together and her fists clenched in fury.

you and suga looked at each other. you opened your mouth to protest, but you didn’t get the chance to do anything when you felt her harshly tugging you towards her, making you stumble in your step. the girl wrapped her arm around your waist, steadying you in place. to prevent yourself from falling, your arms instinctively reached out to hang around her shoulders.

slowly, she raised an accusing finger at suga. “do you have no respect for y/n? with your sweaty body so close; you’ll taint my beloved’s honor!”

“your beloved?” suga repeated, tilting his head.

“have some decency and cover yourself up,” the girl told him, “or else your gym odor will dilute the scent of y/n’s shampoo.”

“my shampoo?” you asked, “do i even know—“

“emi-chan, from class 1-2. delighted to finally meet you, y/n-senpai.” she smiled, “though i am sorry i did not come to you earlier; i should have stopped this boy from besmirching your grace sooner!”

suga chuckled, “‘besmirching y/n’s grace’? i had no idea that was a thing.”

emi looked at him as though he were worth nothing, “yes, well, i don’t expect you to find fault in your actions, but just know that there is a fault.”

“oh my,” suga couldn’t help but find this ordeal amusing, he raised his arms up in faux surrender.

“and my lovely y/n must have rose-colored glasses on,” she turned to you, “when will you realize that he doesn’t deserve you?”

you blinked, “i—i like suga…a lot.”

sugawara blushed in the background, “aww thank you, angel. i like you a lot, too.”

emi pretended she didn’t hear him. “but..i like you a lot as well…won’t you like me, too?” she asked, her eyes slowly getting glossy.

“i’m sorry, emi, but i don’t know anything about you. besides your interest in my choice of shampoo, of course.” you said.

her bottom lip quivered, “oh…”

she gently let go, allowing you to stand up straight and flatten your clothes down. she looked tragically dejected, and you felt a bit bad.

“suga-senpai.” she eventually spoke up, her eyes darkly casted on the ground.

“…yes?”

“take care of y/n. if i see you staining their honor again, you’ll be hearing from me.” she told him.

suga nodded, “roger that. i wouldn’t want to feel your wrath, emi-chan.”

“i didn’t give you permission to call me that. it’s sato-san to you.”

suga saluted her, “yes, ma’am—i mean, sato-san.” he was having too much fun with this.

she nodded, approvingly. “you might be karasuno’s angel, but you’re the devil in my eyes.” she said, striding away from the gym with confidence.

sugawara leaned in closer to you with a mischievous smirk, “well, at least she’s right about that.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he couldn’t believe it himself, honestly.

iwaizumi was so used to oikawa having all the pretty girls’ attention. his breath hitched when he first heard about it from matsukawa and hanamaki. the two swear they saw iwa blushing that day.

but iwaizumi was more than infatuated with you; he barely paid any heed towards his fangirls. you often giggled, telling him it was fine to talk to them whenever he was approached after a game. but he would always shake his head, wrapping his strong arms around you and muttering a low, ‘your attention is enough for me.’

“tooru-kun!!”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. before every match, the seijoh cheerleaders passed by and flirted with their suave captain. the wing spiker found it incredibly irritating and he began walking away just like every other time, when some of the cheerleaders made their way to him.

“iwa!!”

he turned around and saw two cheerleaders approaching him. they waved, an unmistakable blush coating their cheeks.

“hi, iwa-kun…” one greeted.

the other giggled, “why are you so formal? i’m sure senpai is fine with us calling him haji. right, haji?”

iwaizumi cleared his throat loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the pet name; only you called him that. he heard oikawa’s teasing laughter, and he didn’t hesitate to throw a water bottle at the immature setter.

“who’s that?” iwaizumi quickly tried to change the topic, noticing a cowering girl standing behind them. it took the two girls a few seconds to snap out of their daze; too busy staring at iwa to register his words.

“eh? oh th-that’s hina-chan.”

iwaizumi nodded, as one of the girls grew bolder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “she’s shy.”

the girl—hina—realized iwaizumi was looking at her and scurried away. the girls snickered, “she talks about you during practice; always asking questions about you and y/n.”

iwaizumi couldn’t care less if some girls were gossiping about him, but when you were involved, he had to intervene.

“oh yeah? and what does she say about y/n?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“hmm,” the girl tapped her chin in thought, “things like ‘why are they together?’ or ‘he shouldn’t be with them!’ and so on.”

iwaizumi could practically feel the vein in his forehead popping, a low growl scratching the back of his throat. his eyes immediately tried to find you, only to spot hina-chan talking to you.

he immediately jogged over to you, spotting the frown you wore on your face as hina spoke with burning fervor.

“and what’s going on here?” he asked, instantly wrapping an arm around you protectively.

hina looked away and huffed, “nothing.”

“really? you seemed to have been terrorizing y/n from the looks of it.”

her eyes widened, “i would never terrorize my darling y/n!”

now iwaizumi was incredibly confused. he thought hina was harassing you about him like a crazed fangirl but he seemed to have been greatly misled.

“ha?” he asked. you quickly held onto his arm to explain, “haji—“

“y/n shouldn’t be with you! y/n should be with me! i was only trying to prove how hostile you are!”

if iwaizumi wasn’t angry before, he sure was now. him? hostile? with you?!

“i’ll have you know i treat y/n with the upmost respect and care. a-at least i hope y/n knows i do…” he scratched the back of his head. “but i’d never be aggressive with them!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a scornful huff.

hina gasped, “but you threw a water bottle at oikawa-san! that’s very aggressive if you ask me!”

iwa scoffed, “that’s because he’s an idiot.”

deciding to speak up, you pulled iwaizumi closer to you. “hina…haji is a very good boyfriend. he treats me very well—he’s such a gentleman, really. he would never lay a finger on me, not a chance. so, you shouldn’t worry about him being “hostile” towards me, because he would never do such a thing.”

iwaizumi felt his ears burn at your words, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow down his flustered feelings. you smiled as he lifted his hand up to cover his reddening face.

“i-i see…”

the pair of you watched as hina’s cheeks started heating up, her legs awkwardly shuffling in place as she gripped onto the ends of her skirt.

“i am s-so sorry, iwaizumi-senpai! i seem to have misunderstood…my sincerest apologies, i won’t bother you or y/n again!!” and with that, she ran back to her fellow cheerleaders, hiding behind them as tears started forming in her eyes due to embarrassment.

“she seemed really sweet,” you commented, turning to iwaizumi.

he nodded, still feeling a bit shy. you only grinned and poked his side playfully, “good luck on the game, haji. play well for me, okay?”

he coughed loudly, “right.” he said, before stalking back to his trio of friends, who were currently clutching their stomachs in a fit of laughter.

you heard a distant “who are you laughing at, dumbass?”, followed by a harsh thud, accompanied with the captain’s cry for help.

sorry for being so inactive, folks. i’m wrapping up my last semester and graduating soon so it’s been pretty hectic but i hope you enjoyed this short post hehe, till next time!

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[moonswolfie]

idk if u are taking requests..... but...can u make a sugawara, hinata and nishinoya (separately) sleepy cuddles hcs w/ reader? fluff is my life source :D

ty ily :D

Woah my first (non event) request!! I will try my best not to dissapoint you nonnie!!😤

I don't write for these three all that much so I hope I'll get them right!! My requests are always open, so don't be afraid to send in an ask💖💖

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Sugawara Koushi

MORNING CUDDLES MORNING CUDDLES!!

he's made it a habit to cuddle with you in the mornings if he has the time

sometimes he decides to be cheeky and sets his alarm earlier on purpose just so he can cuddle with you longer

He usually likes face-to-face cuddling so he can squish your cheeks or simply look at your face

There's just that certain domesticity to it that he can't get enough of

If you happen to have pets that like joining you, he'll lowkey get a little jealous that you're stroking the pet's head instead of his, playfully remarking about how you like the pet more than him

(That's your queue to pull him close)

Likes kissing your eyes, especially if you still haven't woken up yet

His heart still swells a little whenever you snuggle against him, no matter how long you've been together for

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Hinata Shoyo

He is a very tired boy after rigorous practice and just wants to unwind and cuddle up with you

Will absolutely melt if you pet his head and play with his hair

Definitely lets out a satisfied little huff when he collapses on top of you and whines when you eventually push him off because your body is starting to hurt

He really likes it when you lay on top of him, too

He likes telling you about his day or fun things that happened during practice while cuddling

And definitely does not mind when you share yours too

(You can see him nodding off like a toddler who doesn't want to fall asleep yet when you tell him stories🥺)

He hugs a pillow, pretending that it's you when he travels for games

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Nishinoya Yuu

Always wants to be the big spoon to feel cool and manly😤

And besides, he gets to place playful little kisses on your head and nape that way

Literally falls asleep instantly if you hum a song to him

Definitely the type to tangle his legs with yours and place his head on your shoulder

Will get openly jealous of any pet you're cuddling in bed with, that's his spot, don't you know?

Loves playing with your hair, always tracing little shapes into your scalp

Definitely kisses your lips first thing in the morning, it's the best feeling in the world for him

Sometimes his nose bleeds.... yeah...

[ayyyez]

Hello how are you today? I really enjoyed that last haikyuu ask you answered about flirting, so in keeping the haikyuu train going, could you do a spice/nsfw scenario on Osamu and the reader on him eating them out (he's a food lovin' boy so it stands to reason he's big on tasting and savoring LOL). If you feel like adding more characters I also like Sugawara and to add another you like, maybe Suna? Thanks and have a great test of your day

A/N: well hellooooo Osamu spiceeeee! I love Osamu sm he's one of my favs I honestly can't get enough of him so absolutely you can get this~ haha yes thank you for the Suna option too I also love him <3

TAGS: smut, eating out reader, reader has a vagina, no pronouns used just body parts referred to, under the cut bc smut, Osamu is pussy drunk, Suga takes charge, Suna is a cheeky little shit (affectionate)

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Sugawara Koushi, Suna Rintarou

OSAMU MIYA

Osamu is nestled below, your legs bent over his shoulders while his tongue licks a broad stroke right against your opening up to your clit. There he swirls his tongue around hard and sucks. Paying extra close attention to that sensitive spot.

'Mmm.' You moan. 'S'good.'

Your hand finds his hair as he repeats the motion again, this time pressing his tongue a little harder on the stroke up.

'Mm yeah, baby.'

Osamu pushes your pelvis down with a firm hand as your hips stutter up against him. He doesn't stop for a second. Continuing to lap at your juices as he works his tongue against you.

'You like it?' He slurs as he pulls away only for a second to take a breath.

'Shit yeah, don't stop.' You tug on his hair bringing him forward for emphasis.

He's wearing that dopey, pussy drunk smile as he quickly burries himself back against you. His tongue works over time. Working between licking, circling and sucking. He changes rhythm between fast and hard to lazily and wanting.

It drives you mad, like he's bringing you out to the edge on purpose.

He's not though he's just so happy down there.

It's so warm and comforting as he burries himself further into you. His fingertips settle around your thighs, kneading deep against the flesh. It's like he's trying to ground himself and feel more of you all at once.

Your moans increase as his rhythm picks up.

'Y-yeah.' It's almost too much to get out, you're breathless. 'Don't stop baby.'

Osamu groans (almost growls) against your folds and the vibrations send a shudder right through you. You're close. It's building up inside you.

Fuck. He knows what he's doing.

You barely register the way he's begun to rut against the mattress and the iron grip of his hands against your thighs. His tongue is working inside you now. Strategically prodding your entrance with such precision.

Giving his roots one last tug you have to release his hair. It's all too much. You can feel the tingles taking over your body. All you can manage to focus on is throwing your head back against the pillow.

Osamu removes one of the hands from your thighs so he can work your clit at the same time and that's what sends you over the edge.

Your cumming and Osamu doesn't stop for a moment, riding you through it. Only slowing down to a gentle stop once your body has stopped jolting and he's lapped all of you up.

The dopey smile he gives you at the end is everything.

'Hey.' He says.

'Hey.' You manage to say back.

It's only after you realise he came too just from rubbing himself against the mattress as he ate you out and watched you come undone.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Sugawara kneels at the edge of the bed with your legs spread in front of him. He holds one of your legs bent, back of the thigh pressing against his chest while letting the other hang off the bed. It gave him the 'perfect position to dive in' as he likes to say.

That's exactly what he is doing now: diving in.

Sugawara is an enthusiastic lover but above all else he is a massive tease.

He's got his tongue buried inside you one minute working you so good, his fingers working your clit too and then the next he's pulling you making you tell him how much you want him to continue.

Right now he's working on the tongue burying phase.

He's face deep into your pussy. Lapping up the juices, tongue working against your opening as his thumb lightly brushes your clit. It's strategic, the gentle brushes —it also means he can use the rest of his hand to hold your pelvis down as you buck up for more friction.

Suga is relentless at maintaining control over eating you out.

'Easy there.' He says as you squirm beneath him. 'Don't you want to let me make you feel good?'

You narrow your eyes at him then huff, relenting.

'Aw come on, don't be like that.' He puts a little more pressure on your clit for emphasis. 'How do we ask nicely?'

You huff again but cave. 'Please make me feel good.'

'As you wish.'

Suga goes right ahead and burries himself right back into you. He also works double time with his tongue and sucks harder. The edging part is over as long as you let him do his thing.

It's not long before you feel that coil build again and snap.

'Koushi!' Is the name that leaves your lips when you cum.

Suga won't have it any other way as he continues to lap at you and take you through your high. As you come down he'll be super smug that he's the one who made you feel that way.

SUNA RINTAROU

It's 1am and neither of you can sleep and Suna is squeezing you from behind. His hands brush under your shirt then drift lower and lower when they softly start brushing over your underwear.

'Hey.' He whispers right against your ear.

'Mmm.' You manage back.

'I'm bored, can I eat you out?'

You snort. 'You wanna eat me out 'cause you're bored?'

He chuckles a little. 'Yuh. Also because you're hot and I love you. Do I need another reason?'

'Mm I guess not?' You think on it for a second. 'Alright.'

And that's how you find a shirtless Suna lapping lazily at your pussy at 1am with the sheets half tossed down his body.

He moans a little as you push into him. It sends a little tingle up your spine and a shudder through your body. You don't need to look at him to know he's smirking. Bastard did it on purpose.

You squish his head with your thighs a little as a warning but he does an even more exaggerated moan as he sucks against your clit.

'Fuck Rin!' You chastise feeling the vibrations more intense this time. 'Stop pretending you're a vibrator and use your damn tongue!'

You can hear him snickering as he pulls off for a breath.

'But you look so cute when you squirm.' He presses a kiss to your thigh.

You sit up and yank his hair for good measure which pulls a delicious moan from him.

'Alright, alright lesson learnt! I'm sorry! I'm done.'

Getting his hair pulled was always his weak spot.

'Back to work.' He says with a smirk as he dives back down.

Immediately he begins lapping you up. He licks harder and with more of a rhythm than before. It's less lazy and more purposeful.

Suna continues at it for a while before adding his hand to the mix. He switches between his tongue and fingers, making sure to pay close attention to all your sensitive areas, including your clit. Inbetween he also comes up for air to bite your thighs right near wear they connect to your pelvis.

It's all too much. So many sensations. It's all so sensitive and stimulating.

You're cumming hard right against Suna's mouth and he pulls you close to catch it all. He strokes your thighs and gently runs his mouth against you through it.

The cheekiest damn expression on his face afterwards.

'Don't I just have the best ideas early in the morning?'

'Ahuh you're so clever with my cum on your face, babe.'

'Oh, you wanna give me a kiss?'

Never a dull moment with Suna.

[koishiro]

Suga. Mood. Board. I NEED KOSHI SUGAWARAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭

Dating Koshi Sugawara <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the very requested koshi is hereeee!!! <33

[levisforgottentea]

DILF READER WHOS INLOVE WITH TEACHER SUGAWARA🤭 MDNI

Teacher sugawara who’s unaware of how he affects some of the parents. He’s so cute. Agh literally all the parents adore him so much.

You were walking your 7 yr old daughter to school, it was a gloomy day. Big heavy clouds filled the sky. You followed her to her classroom, bending down to pick her up and give her a big hug before saying bye. On your way out of the building you stumble across Sugawara… your daughters teacher… favorite teacher. You could understand why. He’s sweet, nice and genuine.

“Oh hey there (Name)” he smiled softly, eyes closed and dimple’s popped.

If you for once could stop thinking with your dick maybe you would be able to ask him out.

But he way his nipples were so visible able under his tight shirt, his beautiful thighs in those pants. You could devour him right then and there

“Good morning Sugawara-kun” you deep voice made his stomach turn in all the good ways. The way your bulky arms looked in that white button up shirt, your slim waist and agh. you're so attractive.

He for sure needs to call in for a teacher parent meeting don't he...

[silverflqmes]

hihi ellie ! i was wondering if i could request hcs with sugawara with a gymnast!reader (self projecting but i wanna see what ur thoughts on it are like <3) gn please <3 love u lots /p

໒⦂ 𝐆𝐘𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi luma, my memories of gymnastics and terms has diminished over the years bc i stopped at a young age, but i’ll try my best with this🫡

genre. fluff + crack

for @kurolumiis <3

koshi sugawara x gn!reader.

⌗ sugawara definitely finds a way of balancing volleyball along with attending your meets ( i think this is the term.. )

⌗ loves to see you in your leotards all dressed up and sparkling, you’re like a shining star to him, certainly under the glow of the stadium lights<3

⌗ either made or purchased good luck charms for you to keep with you at any competitions you might have, especially if he cannot be there himself — but he tries his best to be!

⌗ should he have the time, he gets up extra early and prepares a nice meal for you to take with you if it’s an away tournament that he can’t attend, how sweet<3

⌗ your number one cheerleader!! i mean, have you seen him in the scene where he was like YAMAGUUUUCH, IPPON NICE SERVE!! yeah that’s him but cheering you on instead.. minus volleyball terms BUT DOES THAT SILLY MAGICAL GIRL POSE LMAO

⌗ he’s so proud of you out there he’s like YES THAT’S MY BABY OUT THERE SLAYING THE COMPETITION!! while holding a camera and recording BAH

⌗ helps you stretch if you’re sore and spots you if you’re practicing after hours and you don’t have someone to catch your limbs or prevent you from getting hurt in any way

⌗ SHOULD you get hurt, however, he’s got the first aid kit ready and you will likely get scolded for not being careful but it’s just him being worried about you cuz he doesn’t like seeing you hurt</3

⌗ loves when you attend his games, even if he isn’t on court 100% of the time, but y’know, appreciates it nonetheless cuz it displays you care for his interests as much as he does for yours

⌗ there was a leotard once that you were eyeing but was a little ( a lot ) out of your price range.. you had wanted it for your nationals, too, since you had gotten in — so sugawara surprised you with a nicely wrapped box once the results were in that you would be going, and it was none other than the leotard you were eyeing that day<3

⌗ out of curiosity, he asked you one day to teach him some things — i mean, the man can jump so high?? it’d be a shame not to try some stuff out..

⌗ and so you agreed to his request, finding it silly that he wanted to try what you do

⌗ it was safe to say that it was easier watching than actually doing.. and that trampolines made stunts MUCH EASIER THAN GYM MATS DID.

⌗ koshi still managed to do something from what you taught him, and albeit it a stunt as simplistic as running into a cartwheel going into a front handspring — it still warmed your heart that he took interest in what you do

⌗ it was also funny at times to hear him yelp cuz he was literally upside down for some things you had him try out LMAO

⌗ in return, after doing some much needed stretches to not have his body absolutely destroyed for practice the next morning, you had offered to try out his volleyball drills.

⌗ how hard could spiking be? ( if you’re short like me and aren’t the highest jumper — hard. but not as hard as blocking😵‍💫 although with timing it’s not as difficult.. )

⌗ it wasn’t as easy as it appeared from a distance, but it was still fun to do! a few sets later it would become a little more easier, and sugawara tossed in a way that was feasible enough for you to hit

⌗ brings you flowers on every competition, whether you win or lose he still brings them because you did really well out there regardless or the results!

⌗ just as he cheered for you during your meets, of course you also cheered for him during his like duh?? anytime he felt himself growing nervous — or the odds of winning had become close to zero, there you were lighting up his way<3

notes. that went a lot quicker than expected, i forget how easy hcs are LMAO but i hope you enjoyed luma<3 hearts to you from me /p and sugawara<3

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 25

cockwarming - sugawara koushi x reader

word count: 1138

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

kinktober masterlist

“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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Strawberry Daifuku - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader AU: college!AU Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 3 144 Summary: Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day, but the conversation takes a different turn A/N: I know, usually chocolates are given on Valentine’s Day, not Daifuku (filled mochi), but I made some today for the first time so…

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Sugawara Kōshi was not entirely sure why he felt like a complete fool, standing in front of your door, and yet hesitating to ring. It was the thirteenth of February, just one day before Valentine’s Day, and while he knew that on Valentine’s Day the girls were supposed to confess, he felt like he actually couldn’t stand bottling up his feelings even one day more. Especially when he was placing his bets on you confessing first.

Would he even have a chance with you?

It was weird, he had known you for three years already, having met you at the entrance exams to the university. You had talked then, and when you had bumped into one another at the orientation a few months later, it felt like you both had chosen the other as your ride-or-die. After that it hadn’t taken Sugawara long to fall for you. It had crept in on him since day one, he realized, and the following years he had tried his best to keep his feelings in check.

But what were you feeling for him? He wasn’t sure.

He knew you considered him as one of your closest friends, so there was definitely the risk of losing this friendship if he confessed and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But then again, you were both finished with your third year of university. The next year would barely consist of classes, instead you’d both focus on your part-time jobs. You already had a job-offer lined up for after graduation, and Sugawara was aiming to join the masters-degree in one year before starting to work as a teacher. That meant, in the next year you’d both be busy, you’d both drift apart. You might never again be as close to each other as right now, so this felt like the last possible moment to tell you the truth.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow and the chance that maybe you would confess. Not that he thought you might. You didn’t exactly act like you were interested in him in that way.

Admittedly, he also didn’t know what you acted like when you were interested in someone. In the three years of your friendship, he had never once seen you express any sort of interest in anyone. Which, as foolish as it was, had always given him the hope, that he might have a chance to worm himself into your heart after all.

The person brushing past him in the stairwell on their way downstairs tore him out of his thoughts. Still feeling incredibly foolish, he exhaled with a sigh and pressed the doorbell. The ringing could be heard through the door, and a moment later the sound of something cluttering and muffled swearing.

Suga hid his giggle, and quickly straightened his face when he heard steps approaching the door. A moment later it swung open, revealing you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and an apron. You only took a quick look at Suga’s face before you already turned around again.

“Come in,” you greeted, “I have something on the stove.” Aaaand you were gone again.

Quickly Suga pushed his foot into the closing door, stopping it from falling into the lock. Mumbling a quiet ‘Ojamashimasu’ as he stepped into your flat, he toed of his shoes in the genkan and followed you into the kitchen, just in time to see you pull a pot from the stovetop, and pouring the white, liquid content into a bowl.

“Cooking,” he asked, stepping closer to see what you were making.

“Uhm, not really. Making chocolates,” you corrected, taking a whisk, and beginning to stir. That was when Suga spied the carton of cream and the empty chocolate bar wrappers on the counter.

“Oh, for tomorrow?” He hadn’t imagined bringing up the topic so quickly.

“What’s tomorrow?” Or not.

“Valentine’s Day…”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, mixing the cream with the melting chocolate. “You know me, I stopped giving away Valentine’s Day chocolates after middle school.”

“I just thought, you know, making chocolates on the day before Valentine’s…” Suga trailed of. “Maybe there’s someone you want to confess to.”

You chuckled amused. “I wouldn’t confess to someone just because it’s Valentine’s Day. The chances of getting rejected are just as high as every other day of the year.”

“Wait, you’ve never tried confessing to someone on Valentine’s Day?” So his chances of getting a confession from you tomorrow had never existed anyway. But also, it suddenly made him doubt that it might be a good idea to confess to you now.

“No,” you admitted, stirring the chocolate-cream mix a little harder. “I wouldn’t confess to someone unless I were fairly certain they’d reciprocate my feelings… Besides, why should I confess to someone, if they’ve can’t be bothered to confess to me any other day of the year? Apparently, they’re not interested enough in me, for me to make the effort of confessing on that one special day. If I want to confess, I might do it as well on any other day. And besides, I’ve never seen the sense in confessing just to confess. And it makes things awkward, especially if it happens between friends.”

Suga felt his heart dropping. Had you figured out his feelings for you? Was this your way of saying ‘Keep that confession and let’s pretend everything’s back to normal’?

“I think most people who confess, knowing their feelings aren’t reciprocated, do so for closure,” Suga said, wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so sharp.

You seemed to have noticed his change in tone, too, looking up from the bowl you had kept stirring.

“Yeah, of course. And if that works for them, that’s cool. Doesn’t mean it would work for me.”

Suga blinked. He felt like he had been rejected even without having confessed anything yet.

“Sooo, you’re just making chocolates for fun? Or as friendship-chocolates?”

“For fun, I doubt anyone would want to eat my chocolates,” you laughed, as if trying to dispense the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“I would,” Suga shrugged, making you look up again.

“Is that your way of saying after three years you’re finally expecting chocolates on Valentine’s Day from me,” you laughed again, raising your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Well, not expecting,” Suga defended, making you laugh even more. Oh, how he loved that sound. “Just… I wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, you and sweets,” you laughed. “But friendship-chocolates are usually store-bought, right? Wouldn’t it be weird to give you homemade ones?”

“I don’t care, chocolate is chocolate,” Suga mumbled, but he couldn’t deny that getting to eat something you had made would mean more to him than getting something he could as well have bought for himself in the store. “I mean, all you have to do is say ‘Those are friendship-chocolates’ and the other person knows what’s going on, right?”

“I guess so,” you agreed, grabbing the bowl you had been stirring the chocolate in, and emptying the contents into a prepared form, laid out with baking paper. “Aw man, this is not turning out nice.”

Suga couldn’t help the giggle that slipped over his lips as he watched you try to smooth down the surface of the chocolate in the baking tray, but it kept sticking to the knife you were using, creating waves, and refusing to smooth down.

“Oh, by the way, why did you drop by?”

Right, there had been a very specific reason. When he had stepped into your small flat, he had been very certain he would finally have the courage to confess his feelings for you. But now…?

The conversation of the past minutes had taken any confidence he had had. Not only was he more convinced than ever that you didn’t like him back, but you had also made it quite clear, that you would think it would make things awkward if someone confessed to you, who you didn’t feel the same way about. And suddenly he felt like it would be best to lie, as usual, while also trying to make his escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh, no reason really,” he answered, but there was one thought in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t get rid of. “Do you really think, someone who truly likes you, wouldn’t confess just because they can’t be bothered?”

“Well, no, of course not,” you sighed, still fighting a silent battle with the chocolate. “It takes tremendous amounts of courage to confess. And perhaps the person thinks just like me, that it’s not worth confessing if they’re not sure I like them. But if they aren’t sure I like them, it’s probably because I don’t. Because I’m really bad at hiding when I like someone, so if I did, they probably would have noticed very quickly. Why do you ask?”

Giving up the fight with the chocolate, you stood up straight, giving Suga a long look as if you expected him to say something. It felt like the way you were looking at him caused something inside of him to tense, all these feelings he had buried deep inside his chest for so long.

Couldn’t you avert your gaze? It was driving him crazy, made him feel like you were reading deep in his soul, laying bare all his well-kept secrets. And then it was too much. Just a minute ago he had decided against telling you the real reason for his visit, and now-

“The real reason I came here today was to tell you that I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.” The words came over his lips so quickly and fluently, he didn’t even know how the phrase had formed in his mind, and before he could quite register the surprised expression in your eyes, or the way your mouth dropped into a tiny “o”, or the way your breath hitched, he continued. “I know you think it will make things awkward, and it probably will. But I owe it to myself to be honest about the way I feel, and I’ve lied to myself for long enough, telling myself it’s okay to just have you as a friend until you eventually fall in love with someone and get together with them. But the truth is, I couldn’t stand that pain. I still value as a friend, but until I’ve dealt with these feelings, it wouldn’t be fair, not to either of us, to continue like this. Sorry.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, not wanting to hear those fateful words of ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’, he quickly turned around, slipped into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, and escaped through the front door. It really felt like an escape, out of that small room of yours that smelled so nicely of chocolate and the laundry detergent you used and your shampoo. Out of that room that seemed to close in on him with every second that the realization increased that he’d never get to call himself yours. Just out of that room. And away from you.

The door was already falling into it’s lock when you called for him, your voice carrying something akin to panic, but Suga ignored you, just sprinted down the steps, grabbed his bike and made sure he got home as quickly as possible, hoping nobody would see his quivering lip or the tears on his cheeks.

-

Suga tried to call Daichi at last half a dozen times before he turned off his phone, unable to see your name appearing on the screen again and again as you tried calling him. Daichi was probably still at work, so he couldn’t answer, Suga reminded himself, as he buried himself in the blankets on his bed, turning on some anime he had watched over the past few weeks. Outside it had gotten dark quickly after he had returned home, and eventually he had fallen asleep to the noise of the show still running on the small screen of his laptop.

The next morning was, much to Suga’s dismay, bright and sunny. The weather had quickly taken a warm turn after the cold of January, plum blossoms already blooming on the trees he could see from the window in his dorm. Yesterday around this time, he had still imagined what it would be like to take you out for a date today. Nothing grand, maybe buy some cake at the small bakery at the corner, or at the convenience store, take a blanket and sit in the sun at the side of the river. But now the good weather did nothing but annoy him, so he pulled the curtains closed and tried to ignore the world outside. Which worked quite well, until the doorbell rang around noon. Wondering whether he had forgotten about an online order he had made, he got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with you.

You were nervous, he could tell that from even just a glance. Yesterday he had not only been disappointed and sad, but also angry, more at himself than anyone else. But now, with a bit of distance to his outbreak the day before, it was easier to stay calm.

“Happy Valentine’s,” you smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes, as you held out a small box to him. It was one of those cute Valentine’s Day paper boxes he had seen in the 100yen shop for the past weeks.

“Uhm…,” awkwardly Suga stood in the door, before hesitantly taking the box from you. “Wanna come in?”

“Are you sure?”

It felt like a stab to the heart. How had he managed to make you feel anything but welcome in his home in the span of a few minutes yesterday afternoon?

“Yeah, I mean…”

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you. You mumbled the usual greeting as you took off your shoes and stepped into the small, single room apartment.

“I tried making strawberry Daifuku. Emphasis on tried,” you explained, standing around a little helplessly. Suga motioned for you to sit down on one of the cushions of his small table on the floor. “I couldn’t find any red bean paste though, so I made them with chocolate cream.”

“You made them yourself,” Suga wondered, placing the small box on the table, and fetching two plates from the shelf above the sink.

“They’re for valentine’s day after all. So, I thought I might as well put in some effort. They’re kind of ugly though, just saying. Well, not ugly, they just look… authentically handmade.”

Suga giggled at your comment, placing the plates down on the table and fetching a bottle of milk tea and two classes.

“I thought you weren’t in the habit of handing out friendship-chocolates,” he teased. Sure, it kind of hurt, knowing you had rejected him yesterday, although technically you had never phrased it. He was just infinitely glad, that he hadn’t completely destroyed your friendship. “Or friendship-Daifuku, I guess.”

“No, I’m not,” you answered, and the suddenly tense tone made Suga freeze mid-motion, making him look up at you. “Those are not friendship-chocolates.”

“What?”

“They’re just… ordinary Valentine’s Day chocolates. The kind you give to the person you like, to confess to them. Because that’s what I’m here for. To tell you that I like you and have liked you a lot for a long time and- yeah. That’s why I’m here anyway.” You exhaled shakily, still not looking up at Suga, who stood like frozen half-way between the fridge and the table you were seated at.

He blinked a few times, trying to make your words make sense in his head. You liked him?

“Why didn’t you just say that yesterday,” he asked the first thought that popped into his mind.

“I tried,” you defended, finally looking up at him, and could see how close you were to bursting into tears. “I tried, but you just ran away and then wouldn’t answer my calls! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me after that…”

Suga swallowed thickly, walking the rest of the way over to you, crouching down besides you and placing the glasses down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and confessing in such an undignified manner. And then running away before giving you the chance to answer. I messed up big time.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not. It’s really not. But unfortunately, I can’t change how much of an idiot I was in the past, so let me make it up to you? We can go for a walk, take the tea and the Daifuku, sit in the park for a bit and talk? If you’d like, that is.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, a smile finally tucking at your lips.

“Sounds like a date,” you teased, making his heart skip a beat.

“I was hoping for it to be one,” Suga grinned, standing back up.

He already knew exactly which spot in the park he wanted to take you to. Not the one underneath the plum blossoms. The grass there was in the shade, and without the sun it wouldn’t be warm enough for the thin jacket you were wearing. Instead, he’d take you to the other side of the river, that was in full early spring sun, from where you’d have a perfect view on the blossoms. And when you had eaten the treats which you had made and drunk the tea he would bring, he’d tell you again how much he liked you. Properly this time, without the annoyance and impatience in his voice, only with affection and warmth. Because you deserved nothing less than that.

Holding his hand out to you, he helped you off the floor, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles that made both of your cheeks heat up.

When he pulled away, he quickly busied himself with throwing on a cardigan and pushing the bottle of milk tea he was still holding into one of the pockets before he grabbed the box of treats you had made for him and held his other hand out for you again. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your own in his, watching as he closed his fingers around yours gently.

“Let’s go,” he smiled, guiding you out of the apartment, locking the door behind you. As he was walking down the stairs, the first box of sweets he had ever gotten for a Valentine’s Day in one hand, your hand in the other, he couldn’t wait to turn the rest of the day into the best first date either of you would have ever been able to imagine.

[kalibu]

Being in a relationship with Sugawara was great. He would buy you your favorite sweets, made sure you eat homemade meals everyday and overall treated you like a princess. But he was also very needy and clingy. Whenever you went out, he was whining and pouting. Even if it was just to go the corner shop for some soda. When you came back he was always sitting in the chair waiting for you, even if it was 3 in the morning.

You went out for a cup of coffee with your friends. You came back and entered the living room where Suga was already expecting you, staring at the door. You already knew what was coming. Before you could say hi, he jumped out, threw you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and started kissing you roughly. He pulled away and started undressing you. Before you could properly catch your breath you were bare naked underneath him and he went back to kissing you.

He groped your breasts and gave them a light squeez. After some time he pulled away again and started to undress himself. In a blink of an eye he was also naked, but instead of giving attention to your lips again he moved lower. You felt his hot breath against your cunt before he dove in and started eating you out like a starving man. The sudden stimulation made you moan out loudly and arch your back slightly. Sugawara smirked against your cunt and started playing with your clit now. He then pushed two fingers inside you and didn't hesitate to move them at a fast pace. It was too much for you and you came on his fingers.

He pulled away and licked his fingers and lips. Your chest was heaving and you tried to pull yourself together. Without you noticing Sugawara now moved to your ear and whispered "Relax, we have a long night ahead of us"

[sugawarassoccerlover]

thinking of how patient of a lover Sugawara is...

he knows your hesitancies, your doubts, your fears of intimacy, but he's not afraid of it. he's okay. he can work with you, help you deal with it and work it out. he doesn't mind that you can't fully trust him yet, that you're unsure if you can unlock your heart and past fully to him, he's okay with that. he understands. he doesn't blame you for your hesitation. he's willing to stay with you while you work on trusting him. he doesn't push or pressure <3

[satorisoup]

Are you writing for Sugawara? If yes, can you write something where Sugawara is the (fem!)Reader's (if you're okay with that?) crush. They're out with friends in an izakaya and she thinks he's flirting with someone else (bc she has zero self-confidence, and why would he be interested in her and so on). And obviously she's sad about it but later she goes outside for fresh air and he comes to find her, somehow admitting his feelings (this is so self indulgent, I'm sorry, I may be getting more drunk than I intended bc my crush is flirting with any girl but me). Or generally any hurt/comfort with Sugawara if you write for him.

Sorry for this weird request, feel free not to write it, if it doesn't resonate with you!

Have a nice weekend.

#SUGAWARAS UNEXPECTED CONFESSION

#A/N : fun fact suga was my first favorite when i started watching haikyuu. dont worry this request isn’t weird at all, dont apologize. hoping things get better for you!

#WARNINGS : f!reader. cursing. alcohol mentions. angstish to comfort. aged up.

tonight was supposed to be an evening to celebrate. to wash away the worries and stress from work. to overcome exhaustion and fatigue for a few hours. to “stop being a hermit and live a little!” as shoyo would say.

so here you are, sitting at a nice table in a popular izakaya spot, your friends surrounding you. cheer and laughter, pink dusted cheeks from the buzz of the alcohol becoming prominent amongst their faces.

and you couldn’t miss the way sugawara chuckled lightly at something asahi had said, the small glass in his hands held by his fingertips, lifting it to his lips as he took a sip.

sugawara was nothing short of all you wanted and more. a silly high school crush carried throughout the years and turned into something more. a burning passion and adornment for him, some might call it love. and you couldn’t really deny it. however, you never really got the chance to tell him either. you remained close friends, spending time together quite often which you were more than grateful for, and you weren’t one to throw it all away.

ice dancing in your neglected glass of “something fruity”, per your request, you watched it slowly melt.

sugawara and a few others stood up to walk to the bar, waving down the bartender to order another round, and you stayed sat in your seat.

your gaze from your cup lifted to glance at him, and honestly, you really wish you hadn’t looked.

there stood sugawara and a random girl who must’ve took it upon herself to come and introduce herself to him. her hair bounced with each step she took and her lips shone from the pink gloss she had on. and sugawara was talking back to her. that casual toothy smile that you’d been admiring for so long was grinning at her, and her hand came up to dance her fingers along his shoulder.

you shouldn’t of felt so fucking bothered. you were hot, sweating almost. maybe it was the few sips of alcohol, or maybe it was the saddened rage that burned in your heart. you silently stepped out of your chair, leaving your bag and heading to the entrance to take a step outside. fresh air.

“so, sugawara, are you single?”

“sorry, but i actually have my heart set on someone already.”

you stood with your back against the outside wall, gaze to the floor. sugawara was someone you desired. someone you loved. someone you had spent countless times thinking about before you went to sleep. but he wasn’t yours.

self doubts had filled your mind more than once, and now wasn’t an exception. you couldn’t help but think. maybe if your lips were shinier, maybe if your put more effort, maybe if you had just told him in highschool you could’ve faced the rejection then.

your eyes stayed trained to the floor, almost not noticing the sudden presence at your side.

“y/n? what are you doing out here?”

oh. the universe really didn’t like you today, you supposed.

“nothing, koshi. just needed some fresh air.” you replied.

“oh okay. well why don’t you come on back inside? you’ve barely touched your drink.” he said, and you looked up to catch his eyes. a soft smile grazed his lips and he gestured his hand to the door.

“i don’t know, i think i might just go home. im not feelin’ the best.” you lied through your teeth.

“are you sure? i mean it’s not the same without you, you know.”

why did he have to be so god damn sweet. he still displayed a little smile on his face and you really just had to wonder why. why was he bothering to get you to stay. why did he care.

“that girl in there seemed to like you. you know you dont have to do this suga. just go have fun.”

you really didn’t care what was coming out of your mouth or how stupid you sounded saying it. you just wanted to go.

“i turned that girl down. i told her i had my heart set on another. so yes, i do have to do this. because it’s you.”

you practically choked on nothing as your eyes darted to suga’s. he held that kind smile, a soft hand held out to you, beckoning you not to leave.

“what exactly are you saying suga…”

“im saying i denied her for you. you’re the one my hearts set on. so please, if it’s mutual, come with me inside.”

suga stared at you with pure sincerity, corners of his lips never once faulting.

maybe the universe noticed your shitty treatment, or maybe it just wanted to mess with you for a bit of time. but it finally, finally listened to your heart.

“well, it took you long enough, koshi.”