#sugawara x single mother reader

[kingdaddydaichi]

❧ title: happy endings, new beginnings

❧ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader x k. sugawara

❧ wc: 4.9k

❧ notes: whew. idk if y'all are ready for this. idk if I'M ready for this but it has led to my decision that i'm now in a polyship with daichi and suga. this is my first time writing mxm so i welcome constructive criticism (please, do be gentle). also my first time writing smut for suga (i hope i did him justice).

❧ warnings: nsfw. mdni. m/f/m threesome. breakup (mention). filthy, nasty, dirty smut. dick slip. oral (m/f). suga is a pretty, bisexual menace. multiple snowballs. anal (m/m), including anal virginity loss. fingering (vaginal, anal). daddy kink. Daddy/babyboy dynamic. squirting. ass eating. cum eating. eating cum out of asses. prostate milking. he gets a creampie, you get a creampie, everybody gets a creampie. so much cum.

this is my final piece for my 31 days of daichi event, 2022. i hope i've done my king daddy proud. happy 28th birthday to my magnanimous, independent, chivalrous, caring, responsible, stable, thicc, dependable, patient gentleman of a husband who makes my thighs moist and my heart go doki doki.💓💓 wishing everyone much love and prosperity in 2023. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST DAICHI! 💋 I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY! ∞

Daichi stares at the spa day pass in his hand. It taunts and reminds him that he finds himself single mere days before his 28th birthday. He had bought the gift certificate for his girlfriend - correction: ex-girlfriend - for Christmas, but she broke up with him the week before the holiday. Two weeks before his birthday. He’d been debating with himself over what he should do with it now that she was gone. Should he give it to one of his sisters? No, that wouldn’t be fair unless he could give one to each of them. He could give it to his mother…

He bangs his indignant fist on the table with the greatest idea of all. “I’ll keep it and treat myself for my birthday!” he says aloud. “I deserve it!” 

He opens the pamphlet to peruse the various services, flipping ahead to the section of men’s treatment packages. One of them in particular offers the four-hands massage: 

“Your body will thank you for asking for four hands to help you reach total and absolute relaxation. Consider this tandem massage after a move, a stressful week at work, or exhaustion from kids and housework.” 

Or a shitty breakup, Daichi thinks.

With his mind made up, he picks up his phone and dials the number on the voucher. He’s pleasantly surprised to learn they will be open on New Year's Eve - his birthday. Less than two minutes later, his spa visit is scheduled. 

To say Daichi is relaxed after getting a Himalayan salt foot bath, a manli-pedi, a green tea exfoliating mask, and a Reiki session is a staggering understatement.

You and your massage partner in crime, Sugawara, had seen the man between treatments - he was tall, dark, and handsome… "and probably cishet,” Suga had lamented with a huff. 

You put your hand on Suga’s lower back to guide him towards the private massage room the two of you work in. “Oh, come on, Suga. No sulking. There’s a little fruit in everyone’s basket, y’know?”

“I guess…” he pouts.

When you enter the room, you find Daichi Sawamura already undressed and lying on his stomach with a plush towel draped across his butt and hips.

Being the more tenured massage therapist, you give Mr. Sawamura - who interrupts to insist he be addressed by his first name - a quick rundown of what to expect during the treatment. After getting the go-ahead from him, you and your partner take turns pumping heated massage oil into the palms of your hands and rubbing them together before getting started.

You and Suga work in lockstep on either side of Daichi’s spine, starting with his lower back and gradually working your way up with synchronized hands, digging and pushing and kneading in a perfectly matched rhythm. Your work is slow, as it should be. A good massage therapist knows there are no quick, sudden movements in this line of work.

The way Daichi grunts and groans as his back and shoulder muscles bulge and roll under the slick pads of your thumbs is beginning to make you wet. You can only imagine how hard Suga must be getting. The two of you work through the muscles of his neck, biceps, forearms, all the way down to his fingertips. With his top half done, you set to work on his legs, starting with his thick hamstrings.

You and Suga hazard a glance at each other, knowing just what the other is thinking before continuing down to his calves, ankles, and feet.

You both massage all the way down to the tips of his toes before you softly instruct him to turn over onto his back while you and Suga lift the modesty towel. He knows he shouldn’t, but Suga’s curiosity gets the best of him. 

He sneaks a peek. 

You know you should give him a chastising look and pinch his arm, but when you see how big his eyes get, yours widen as well.

Sure enough, with your client comfortably on his back you lower the towel back down, but the damn thing is tented. As a professional, you know you’re supposed to ignore it, no matter how hard or difficult it may be. But you can’t not look. Not when his caramel cock has lifted the white towel enough to render the ridged underside of his erection and his big, hairy balls clearly visible. Perhaps your client is too relaxed to notice, but you and Suga are smirking profusely at each other as he licks his pretty lips.

Suga’s arm accidentally brushes over the head of Daichi’s cock, catching it just enough to make the man’s knuckles go white as he grips the sides of the massage table. You each work your hands further up his thighs, his closed eyelids crinkling as all four thumbs knead the sensitive flesh the whole way up. The soft towel lurches towards Daichi’s thick black happy trail when his heavy cock bounces, his lips parting to release a heady sigh. You and Suga keep going until your thumbs graze his low-hanging balls, prepared to apologize for the “mistake” if he protests. But instead, Daichi spreads his legs a little further apart. You look up to see Suga’s eyebrows lifted up almost to his hairline and his lips in the shape of a tiny ‘o’.

After checking to ensure your client’s eyes are still closed, you stick your tongue out and flick it at Suga, arching a single eyebrow as if daring him to dare you. He bites his lip and nods as a devious grin creeps across his delicate features, his own cock throbbing as it presses against the cushiony edge of the massage table.

You’d never done anything like this with Suga, but the two of you had talked about it. You’d made out with each other a few times, and maybe fooled around in the supply closet once or five times, but it was enough to know that sharing this beefy man would be just…

You have to stop yourself from thinking like that, but your hands tell the truth as you work your thumbs up up up, massaging the creases of Daichi’s legs, taking the towel further up as they go. His cock twitches and you notice a wet spot forming in the soft cotton, still barely covering the tip. 

Daichi releases a long, deep groan. “Just how far does this massage go?” he asks with his eyes still closed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

You wink at Suga. 

“As far as you want it to go, Mr. Sawamura,” the grey-haired male says. What balls he has.

“Keep going,” your client croaks. He feels Suga’s hands stop and begin to lift. “Both of you,” he clarifies.

Neither you nor Suga have to be told twice. You cup his large balls in your hand, rolling them around together as their owner hisses. His thick fingers dig deeper into the plush of the massage table. His left hand brushes against Suga’s erection, making him gasp and both of their cocks jump.

As your left hand massages Daichi’s testicles, your right hand wraps around the man’s thick, hot shaft.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You begin to stroke him and after a few passes, the white towel finally falls off his dick and onto his lower belly. As if sharing the same slutty brain cell, you and Suga think the same thing at the same time:

Oops. 

You lean down and drag your flattened tongue along the underside of Daichi’s cock, moaning against his length when he brushes two fingers between your clothed lips. The growl was to be expected, but the way the man’s hands leave the bed to touch you and your work crush is rather bold. Daichi has never touched another man’s dick before, but damned if he doesn’t reach over and squeeze the head of Suga’s hard cock through his shorts. 

All three of you are panting, precum leaking from each of you when you lean down and lick the clear liquid from Daichi’s heavy cock. He gives an encouraging hum, flexing his ass to needily rub himself against your tongue, which you reward with a swirl of your wet muscle around his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck yeah,” Daichi breathes as you wrap your lips around his bulbous tip and begin bobbing down his length. He opens his eyes when you pop your wet lips off him only to feel his cock throb in your fist when you kiss Suga, sharing the flavor of Daichi’s salty pre.

Suga moans into your mouth as your tongues curl around each other. Pulling away and slurring with lust, your partner says, “Mmm…fuck, he tastes so good.”

Daichi’s never had his dick sucked by a guy before, but he’s so turned on it almost hurts and he’d love nothing more than to feel this pretty boy’s pretty lips around his manly girth. He gives Suga’s hard cock another squeeze and says in his deep voice, “You wanna suck my cock?”

Suga nods emphatically with a quick “mhmm”, and Daichi takes his hand, positioning it around his veiny shaft. 

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you can do.”

Suga wastes no time at all, giving the other man a few slow pumps of his fist before kissing the fat tip of his dick. Daichi’s eyes roll shut when Suga takes him inside his wet mouth and starts sucking, slowly at first. Within seconds, the bisexual male is slurping and choking loudly on Daichi’s dick while he strokes Suga’s dick through his shorts. You can make out the distinct outline of your colleague’s cockhead, biting your lip when his precum soaks through the sky blue polyester right before your very eyes.

You bring your mouth closer and lift Daichi’s heavy balls to your mouth as Suga releases him to kiss you with a moan. 

“Shit, that’s hot,” Daichi whispers as your and Suga’s tongues swirl together, saliva and pre dripping from your chins. 

You and your colleague take turns slurping and sucking, choking and gagging on your client’s fat dick while your hands play with his tightening balls.

“Ohfuck, gonna cum…” Daichi gasps. 

You and your blow job partner open your mouths as thick globs of warm semen coat your lips and tongues. Your client watches in awe as two professionals roll their tongues together, swapping mouthfuls of his cum. Suga pushes your tank top down, letting one of your tits pop out to play with your nipple.

After licking one another’s lips clean, you join Suga on his side of the massage table and slip your hand inside his waistband. He leans down and flicks his tongue, soft as a feather, over your nipple as you jerk him off inside his shorts. Daichi watches the two of you, getting hard again in no time as he slips his hand inside your shorts and starts playing with your slick clit while swallowing your gasp with a hard kiss.

Making your way over to the room’s white leather couch, you watch as Daichi reaches inside Suga’s cute little shorts and finds his erection, drawing a moan from him when he wraps his big hand around his long shaft. Daichi’s darker complexion contrasts beautifully with Suga’s fairer skin, his larger hand pulling Suga’s cock out to stroke him as their lips meet in Daichi’s first ever boy kiss. 

You take Suga’s cock from Daichi’s hand, giving him a couple more pumps before taking him into your hot mouth, making him whine in Daichi’s mouth as the boys’ makeout session becomes more heated.

Daichi is fucking Suga’s fist when he breaks their kiss and brushes his coarse thumb over the male’s beauty mark. 

“I’ve never done any of this with a guy before, but you’re just so fucking pretty…” 

Suga gasps when Daichi’s lips latch onto his neck at the same time his throbbing cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh god, I’m so close…” 

You squeeze Daichi’s thick thigh, getting his attention. “Why don’t you finish him?” you say, licking your chin. 

Daichi wastes no time dropping to his knees and cupping Suga’s hairless balls. “I’d love to.” 

“He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he?” you say, passing it to the questionably straight man. 

“Fuck yeah, he does,” Daichi agrees, taking Suga’s edged cock into his large hand before looking up at him to see him blushing and trying to hide his sweet smile behind the back of his hand. Daichi grins up at the fairer male and says, “Well aren’t you a bashful cutie?” 

You let out a low laugh. “Don’t let him fool you,” you say to Daichi while meeting Suga’s gaze, knowing all too well the familiar flash of mischief in those brown-hazel eyes. 

Suga reaches for you, pulling you closer to bring his fingers to your aching clit, tickling it before pushing his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep. With a quirk of his eyebrow and a smug little smile, Suga shushes you. “Don’t tell my secrets, y/n,” he murmurs. 

“Oh babyboy, please,” you tease in his ear, “it’s not a secret.” 

For the first time ever, Daichi opens his mouth to let another man’s cock glide between his lips, but he knows exactly what to do. He easily takes Suga all the way back to his throat, hands groping his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them as he sucks him hard. Suga slips another finger inside to fuck your pussy. You whine into Suga’s mouth as Daichi stretches his middle finger around a bit, pressing it hard against Suga’s hole. 

“Uhhhfuhhh…” Suga’s voice is muffled by yours as you drink his moans and whimpers down when he cums hard in Daichi’s mouth. Daichi is no stranger to the taste of his own cum, but Suga’s flavor is saltier. Never had he imagined he’d find himself on his knees drinking down another man’s cum, but the way Suga’s cock jerks in his mouth makes Daichi’s twitch back to life. 

Suga pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy and pushes them past Daichi’s lips, who closes his eyes and groans at the taste of your nectar as he sucks it off the other man’s digits. 

“Fuck,” he says, pulling you down to lean back on the couch, “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” 

You moan into Daichi’s mouth as he spreads your legs open to kneel between them. “God, yes, wanna feel that fat dick inside me.” 

Daichi lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock into your drooling hole. With one knee on the couch and the other foot planted on the floor, the man spreads your legs wider to watch his length slowly disappear between your smooth pussy lips while you both groan at the exquisite pressure. He can already feel your walls fluttering around him at the same time Suga starts massaging his flexing ass. Daichi fucks you slow and deep, enjoying the sensation of Suga working his fingers closer to his virgin asshole. 

“Mmfuck, yeahhh…play with my ass, Suga.” 

“Have you ever had anal before?” Suga asks, his sweet voice making Daichi’s cock twitch inside you. 

“N-no, but I think I wanna try…” He looks over his shoulder at the smaller male with a devilish grin. “...with you.” 

Suga responds with a grin of his own before situating himself behind Daichi, squeezing and separating his ass cheeks before bringing his mouth closer. Pressing his lips into a kiss, Suga lets his spit drip onto Daichi’s virgin hole, making it pucker against the tip of his tongue.  

“Oh god…” Daichi moans. 

“Wow, so responsive,” Suga teases, “I’ve barely touched you.” 

But Daichi was in no mood for teasing. “Keep going…please.” 

Suga obliges the man and begins tonguing his asshole again, alternating between soft, feathery flicks meant to tease and prodding at it with the hard, pointed tip of his slithering tongue. 

Dipping his middle finger into his own mouth, Suga collects a copious amount of saliva before spreading Daichi apart enough to press his fingertip to his hole. With his cock buried deep inside you, Daichi’s hips still when he feels the pressure of Suga’s finger entering his hole. 

“Mm so fucking tight,” Suga mutters, licking his lips. 

“Shhhhit…oh fuck that feels good,” Daichi pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he begins to move inside you again. 

He pushes your legs back, angling you so his throbbing tip bumps up against your g-spot while Suga fingers his ass, angling his wrist to find Daichi’s prostate. He knows he strikes gold when Daichi instantly throws his head back in an open-mouthed moan and starts chanting over and over that he’s going to cum. Daichi’s thrusts are slow and hard as Suga milks him and it’s just the right speed and intensity to have you clenching. 

“Ohgod, you’re making me cum with your fat cock, Daichi…” you gasp as he fills your pussy with his hot, sticky semen. 

“Fuck, now it’s my turn,” Suga groans, slowly pulling his finger out of Daichi and wiping it off on a nearby towel. 

Seeing the creampie the other male left behind, now dripping from your winking hole, Suga takes his own dick in his hand.

“God, y/n, wanna fuck his cum back inside you.” 

“Fuck, yes, Suga. Wan’you to fuck me,” you whimper, reaching for him as he nestles his hips between your sticky thighs. 

Suga guides his leaking cockhead to your primed cunt and in one slow thrust, buries his entire length as you both moan together. Watching the two of you fuck makes all the blood in Daichi’s head rush straight to his spent dick. He strokes his semi-soft cock, slowly getting hard again as strings of his cum stretch along the length of Suga’s dick while he fucks you in long, deep thrusts. The pretty pink tip of his cock peeks out from between your swollen pussy lips with every retreat. Daichi moves closer to Suga and begins to play with his ass as he pumps his cock inside you. 

“Oh shit yes-” Suga sighs. 

The bigger male pumps a bit of the silicone-based massage oil onto his fingers, rubbing the tips together before bringing them to Suga’s cute butt again. He spreads his cheeks to find him completely smooth and hairless, a pretty pink asshole winking with need. Remembering Suga’s movements when he fingered Daichi, he rubs his fingertips along his crack before circling around Suga’s hole. Following the pretty boy’s cues, he begins to push his thick middle fingertip inside, making Suga whine for more. 

“I take it you’ve done anal before?” 

Suga snickers through the pleasure. “More times than I can count. Now push your finger all the way inohhhhfuckyesjustlikethat…” 

“Mmm,” you moan, tits bouncing as Suga’s hips slap against your wet skin. “Fuck, Suga, you look so pretty with Daichi’s finger in your ass.” 

When Daichi adds a second finger, Suga’s thrusting all but stops. “Damn, such a sexy thing, taking my fingers like this, pretty boy.” 

“Mmgodyes, Daichi…” Suga looks over his shoulder at him, his hazel eyes glazed with lust. “I’d look even sexier with your cock inside me,” he says with a daring wink. 

His eyes widening and lips parting, Daichi asks, “Y-you mean…? Can I fuck you?” 

Suga has to lick the drool back into his mouth when his gaze falls to Daichi’s thick cock. “I really wish you would. I’ve wanted that anaconda in my ass from the moment I first saw you.” 

Daichi smiles with a blush and Suga just can’t pass up the opportunity. “Well, aren’t you just a bashful cutie?” he says to the beefier man. 

You chuckle as you reach for Suga’s face, whining for him to kiss you. 

Daichi’s eyes darken as a menacing grin spreads over his handsome face. He reaches for the massage oil again, taking two pumps of the slippery lube in his hand before coating his drooling cock with it. With one hand holding his dick, he uses the other to smack Suga’s ass hard, making him cry out. Suga buries his cock all the way inside you and spreads his thighs further open, presenting himself to Daichi. 

Daichi guides the tip of his erection to Suga’s cute little hole and pushes against it, watching wide-eyed as his cock slowly sinks inside. “Ohgoddamn, that is so fucking tight,” he groans, eyes beginning to water.

Suga hisses a string of curses, biting down on your shoulder as you rub his back, cooing to him about how well he’s taking Daichi’s fat cock. 

“Oh god,” he whimpers, “that’s the best stretch I’ve felt in my life!” 

Daichi’s thrusts are slow at first, giving both of them a moment to adjust. But Suga has no need for that.

“Mm fuck me, Daichi.” 

The dark-haired man lets out a ragged breath and slams his hips hard against Suga’s cute butt, making both of you cry out. Daichi is mesmerized by the thick vein on top of his own shaft as it moves beneath his skin while he pumps faster, in and out of Suga’s smooth asshole. 

You all find your stride and the room is filled with loud, wet slaps of skin and breathless moans and praises about how good you’re all making each other feel. Daichi’s large balls swing and slap against Suga’s as he fucks him into you, forcing the head of the smaller male’s throbbing cock against your sweet spot with every powerful throw of his hips. Suga swears he can feel Daichi in his throat, and when his large hand comes down hard and Suga feels the sharp sting on his right ass cheek, he clenches and sets off a chain reaction. 

“Oh fuck yes, spank me, Daddy!” Suga pleads.

Daichi has to bite back his orgasm when the man he’s fucking calls him ‘Daddy’. Gritting his teeth, he lands another hard spank to Suga’s ass, watching as welts begin to bloom on his milky white skin to match the color of his tight little asshole. 

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Take your Daddy’s fat cock like a good boy,” Daichi grunts with a particularly hard thrust. 

“Ohfuckyes, I’m gonna cum!” you cry. 

“Fuck us harder, Daddy!” Suga begs. 

Daichi plows his cock harder and faster into the pretty boy’s asshole, and it’s all he can do to keep from busting his own nut when Suga begins to spasm around him. 

Daichi’s thick cockhead prodding his prostate, coupled with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock when you cum on him is just too much for Suga to bear. 

“Shit yes, y/n! Gonna cum with y- ohhgodI’mfuckingcumming!” he cries, his white hot cum squirting against your gummy walls as you fall apart on his cock. 

Daichi’s big hands are squeezing Suga’s ass for dear life and, with a final thrust, he presses his hairy balls tightly against Suga’s as they spasm together. 

“Oh fuck…ohhshhhhit…” Daichi whimpers when the first jet of his nut splashes against Suga’s insides, his cock jerking with every subsequent release of his seed. He fully spends himself, filling the boy’s pretty ass up until the thick white cream begins to leak from his winking rim to drip between their ballsacs. 

One at a time, the men pull out slowly as your and Suga’s creampies begin to ooze from your pink holes. The fairer male bends down to eat his cum from your pussy, moaning weakly as Daichi licks and sucks his asshole clean. 

Daichi stops and pulls Suga to him, their soft cocks rubbing together as they kiss and swap each other’s semen on their tongues. They both reach for you, pulling you into their arms as the three of you bring your mouths together for a hot mess of wet lips and cum-coated, tangling tongues.

Your client looks at you, his eyes dark and drunk with lust, and licks his lips. “I’ve been teased twice now with your flavor. It’s my turn to devour that pussy.”

Leaning forward to lay you back down, Daichi hovers over you and blazes a netherly trail down your neck, tits, and belly with his lips and tongue. He smooths his big, calloused hands between your inner thighs, spreading them further open. With a pussy-drunk smile on his face, Suga watches as Daichi teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“Isn’t she delicious?” Suga whispers, his fingers playing at Daichi’s asshole, making him hum against your cunt. 

Traces of Suga’s cum leak out around Daichi’s fingers as he slowly works them inside you. After eagerly licking up the sticky substance, he kisses your puffy clit and moans, “Fuck yeah, especially with the taste of your cum inside her.” 

You thread your fingers through Daichi’s short brown hair when he latches onto your clit and starts sucking while fucking your pussy with his thick fingers. 

“Ohh Daichi…fuck yes, you eat that pussy so good,” you keen. 

The vibration of the deep moan against your clit is exquisite when Suga reaches between Daichi’s legs and starts stroking his semi as he pushes his middle finger in his ass. 

“Shit, Suga. I wa- …mmm… want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock inside me.” 

“Whatever you want, Daddy…” A victorious grin graces Suga’s pretty features as he drips warm oil onto Daichi’s asshole before stroking the lube around his own cock. 

Suga positions himself behind Daichi and rubs the head of his cock along the man’s asscrack before pushing against his dark-skinned hole. But Daichi clenches with a hiss. 

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Suga coos as he massages the man’s cheek. “I know you’re a virgin, but you’re gonna have to relax. I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

Daichi nods and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as Suga pushes his pretty pink tip through the man’s tight rim. 

“That’s it, deep breaths,” Suga sighs as he works himself a little deeper. 

“Ohhfuuuuck,” Daichi groans, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Does my cock feel good, Daddy?” Suga asks with a smirk. 

“It hurts a little, but god…the pressure is fucking amazi- mmmmfuckyes,” he hisses as Suga slowly pushes his dick even deeper inside his quivering asshole. 

After a couple more gentle pushes, Suga stops and holds himself still. “Mm that’s it…my cock’s all the way in now, Daddy.” 

Daichi relaxes a little more, loving the feeling of being stuffed full with Suga’s dick. He sighs and moans around your clit as he starts eating you out with more fervor. Suga retreats just the slightest bit, and Daichi takes a deep breath. 

“Good. Keep bearing down on my cock, just like that.” 

He starts with small, shallow thrusts but it doesn’t take long before Daichi’s gasping, “More…ohgod, Suga.” 

The grey-haired male’s mouth falls open as he eases into a slow rhythm, the feeling of Daichi’s virgin asshole so tight around his hard cock as it drags along his soft, slippery walls.

“Damn -nnmhmm- your ass feels so fucking good around my dick, Daddy,” Suga sighs.

“Ohshityes, babyboy, fuck me!”

Suga thrusts harder, faster, deeper inside Daichi’s deflowered hole as the deep moans and grunts of two men fucking fill the room. 

Your pussy is squishing around Daichi’s fingers as he does his best to tug on your special spot and eat your cunt while taking a cock up his ass for the first time. You’re so close - fucked out legs trembling on either side of Daichi’s head, your walls closing in tighter around his digits as he fucks you harder with them, matching the intensity and tempo of Suga’s thrusts.

“Dai- fuck! Ohgod…I’m gonna cum!” you cry as your orgasm rips you apart and you squirt in his mouth.

The splash of your cum against his tongue, the bullying of Suga’s cockhead against his p-spot, the thumping of his own swollen tip against his abdomen - it all culminates as the coil at the base of Daichi’s spine winds tighter and tighter. Daichi releases your spent pussy and begins throwing his ass back against Suga as the familiar ache deepens in his swinging balls. 

“Mmm…” Suga slurs, “...you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” 

“Oh fuck yes,” Daichi gasps, his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

“Come on,” Suga growls as his narrow hips clap hard against Daichi’s muscular ass, “...cum on my cock, Daddy.” 

With Daichi’s head thrown back, his bouncing cock slings his hot seed over your pussy and inner thighs, whimpering uncontrollably as Suga fucks his cum out of him. 

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that. God, I’m gonna cum inside your tight ass, Daddy,” Suga grunts as his silky smooth balls drag against Daichi’s hairy ones, fucking his own sticky load into the man’s ass. 

“Fuck, y/n,” Suga pants, “come eat this creampie.”

You bite your lip and join him behind Daichi’s trembling legs, watching as Suga’s twitching cock slides out slowly. When his tip finally pops out, you’re ready, tongue lapping up his warm cum as it seeps out of Daichi’s puckering asshole. 

With his elbows on the seat of the couch and his head in his hands, quiet whimpers are still falling from Daichi’s lips as the three of you collapse into a pile of fucked-out bodies.

Daichi walks out of the spa that afternoon with a smile on his face and a little extra pep in his step. On his drive home to get ready for his date with his two favorite massage therapists, a satisfied grin spreads across his handsome face as he says to himself, 

“Happy fucking birthday to me!”

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❀ Jung Y/N:

lucyd's lead vocalist and centre. She is a chaotic ball of energy around friends and when in public and with strangers, closed off and introverted. Her personality resembles Wooyoung's, but after all it makes sense, since she is his older sister. Left her home and family, cutting all ties, to pursue the idol career against her parent's wishes. Has never forgiven herself for leaving Wooyoung behind. Was saved from poverty after leaving her home thanks to her best friend, Lee Minho. Owns two cats, Latte and Orion.

❀ Moriko Sugawara (aka Marte):

lucyd's lead rapper and one of the three producers of the group. Her father is japanese but her mother is italian, so she also adopted an italian name, "Marte", using it as her stage name. Loud but introverted, she loves anime over anything else. Daiyu is her best friend. Incredibly savage and sassy, tends to be oblivious and unintentionally uncommunicative. Dresses like an emo girl.

❀ Liu Daiyu:

lucyd's leader and main dancer. Born and raised in China, she moved to Korea to achive her dream of becoming a dancer. Dancing became her passion after going through some rough patches on her life. Acts like a mother to all of the girls of the group although she herself can be childish too. Marte is her best friend. Loves hitting the gym. Believes in single girl supremacy.

❀ Junyi Noa:

lucyd's 'main' visual. Loves cats over everything else (except her girlfriend, Lee Chaeryeong, who she is madly in love with). 'Hates' all men, loves all women. Really tsundere and unresponsive with her friends (and everyone in general), flirty with girls she likes. Born and raised in China, moved to Korea as an exchange student. Her and Chinseon share the custody of a siamese cat called Kimbap. Her best friend is Shin Ryujin.

❀ Yun Aili:

lucyd's main vocalist, producer (2/3), Face of the group, and all rounder. Dedicated, hard working and a studio 'rat', never leaves the company and only works. Her mother is finnish, so her parents named her 'Aili', but her father is korean. She was born and raised in Korea and has been neighbors with Kim Seungmin since forever. They are also childhood friends because of this. Her best friend is Chinseon.

❀ Choi Chinseon:

lucyd's maknae, main rapper, 'secondary' visual, lead dancer and producer 3/3. She was born and raised in Korea. Her dream had always been songwriting. Really shy with everyone new (mostly boys), loud and annoying with friends. Nicknamed the clown of the group, she loves video games. Used to be an emo girl. Crushes on people too easily.

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[caffeine-n-andreneline]

SnV Qin Shi Huang || Ying Zheng x Fem!Reader

Warnings: First fic lol, historical inaccuracies, typical cannon violence, a kid with trauma and a wannabe therapist, Soulmate AU, slowburn(?), Warring States period-ish, JJK cross over kinda-ish, baby qin needs a hug.

The notes of the koto reverberated throughout the Michizane household. The people laughed and drank sake to their heart's content, whilst applauding to the child in the middle of the room, playing the said instrument with finesse.

Accompanied with her voice, she sang much like a true virtuoso. It did not take long for her performance to end, the cheers dying down as the adults went on to mind their own business.

The girl with the (H/c) hair rose from her previous position and bowed down for gratitude. When she exited, two servants followed suit, storing away the heavy hunk of wood.

Now, she rests by the secluded part of their home, in an open porch, which showcases the serene Zen Garden that the Michizane managed whilst the gathering continued with their faint chatters in the background. Red cherry blossoms flutter with grace as they are coveted by the grassy grounds.

She opens the palm which bears her soulmate's first words upward to the midnight sky.

A single gray petal is what she sees.

Never had she seen the shade of red. That questionable goop of gray upon her lips as well as the women back inside the gathering? Or the fine silks and fabrics all over their house?

Even her own blood. Gray and so dark you could mistake it as black like ink. In all honesty? It's slowly–making her insane.

"Sunshine, it's chilly here. I suppose we should get you back inside." From behind her, a deep voice of a man startled her tiny heart, yet she still managed to put on a neutral face.

"You make such awful callings, father."

A man of tall stature came to her view. Her father, Michizane Sugawara, the patriarch of the household she resides in. A scholar once of common blood, he rose to his position today for his great contributions and efforts, became a vassal of a shogun–a daimyo which also holds the title of this state's diplomat.

"Well then, hm. Moonlight, how about we head back inside? I suppose there's still some daifuku left if I'm not mistaken." He continued, scooting beside her daughter.

The patriarch had his hair painted in snow, his eyes as blue as ice. Almost a carbon copy, aside her hair, to the pensive girl on his side.

"That's the same thing." The daughter bluntly replied.

"I suppose you're right."

Then there was a short pause.

"But you, you're not alright at all." Glancing to her daughter, he resumed.

"You can always tell me what ails you, you know?"

He waited for a response. A few moments have passed by, but still none. It seems the girl is in deep thoughts. Until the silence was broken with her declaration.

"I want to see red. It drives me mad. It should be a color that I see regularly everyday, yet it's replaced by this boring monotone color I see instead."

She ranted. Michizane knew this feeling all too well. There he decided bringing her along not only could give her experience, but also give her the opportunity to find what she seeks.

"Perchance you could see it soon." He gave her a reassuring smile.

"How do you know?" She asks, with her voice laced in doubt.

"My intuition tells me so. Did you know I can't see the colour of the rays of the sun when I have yet to meet your mother?"

"....must've been so bright."

"Yes, indeed. Your other half, surely they gaze upon the vast horizon of the heavens, and wonder when they could see the fleeting blues of the skies or the deep azure of the seas. When they could finally see those ocean eyes of yours."

This made the girl think even more deeply. Realizing it's not only she who longs for such. There could be even thousands if not millions of those who're blind to a certain colour.

The cold touch of her father's calloused hands made contact with her small and nimble ones. Slowly finding its way to her wrist, where her soulmate's first words are imprinted to her skin.

"I've taught you few about the dialect, haven't I, my moonlight?"

Slowly, he traces the calligraphy above her skin. She could only watch her father draw on her wrist and answer his question.

Back when she was younger, she found herself awestruck with his father's handiwork. She loved the crisp sound of paper being folded, the way his father used a brush to write the letters she could barely understand with elegance and precision.

One night, before going to sleep, his father had gifted her something. A box of brushes, along with a small jar of ink–and parchment of papers with drawn guides with the use of charcoal. Starting from there, her education on the arts of calligraphy and linguistics began.

And today, at such a young age–she's already considered to be a polyglot. A scholar ready to expand her knowledge.

".....yes? The archaic dialect used in the state of Qin nearby Zhao dynasty yonder?" The girl already knew the answer to this. It wouldn't take for an alchemist to figure it all out.

"Exactly. I suppose you already know what that means."

"My fated one is of foreign lands." Michizane saw the disappointment in her daughter's face. It appears that she can't hide what she feels well.

In her mind, she could only think of how only in her next life she could see red.

"And by the next full moon, we'll embark our way there."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, processing the words her father had just said. Then when she came to an understanding, she just realized her father had just said that.

"Well, off we go now, my sweet. Unless we are to freeze to our deaths then we cannot see your soulmate!"

In a split second, the diplomat had already thrown and secured her daughter in his arms, giving her no time to retaliate as he marched his way back inside their warm home.

"Wait! Now hang on for just a second da–"

"Nuh uh, I already feel your brother's glutton radiating beyond these doors. We wouldn't want your daifukus to end up in his greedy belly, would we?"

Sugawara jests.

Notes: This fic will have Jujutsu Kaisen elements, hence the crossovers in the warnings. I'll be describing the reader as the diplomat's daughter and refrain on using "Y/n". One particular physical feature that I'll be explicitly describing the reader has is that they possess blue eyes. And the rest is up to your imagination. Fun fact! Michizane No Sugawara or in this case, the readers' father is Gojo Satoru's ancestor from jujutsu Kaisen.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Boo!

Sugawara x single mom!reader

Credit to @jvmisvu who helped me with a lot of the idea tysm!!(also I could very easily turn this into a series if you guys are interested!!)

Tw~ reader is a single mom, Halloween, Sugas a ghost for Halloween, readers family disowns her for a while for unplanned pregnancy and than kinda reactors her idk it’s weird😭, it’s fluffy but let me know if I’d missed anything!

You aren’t to sure when exactly you lost touch with Suga but when it happened it hit hard. You’d lost you with practically everyone, including your family who after finding out you were pregnant practically disowned you for a while. Once they had processed it they eventually began to open up, not that you really wanted them to but they did.

You’d eventually reconnected with Suga who absolutely adored Kaito. It was the cutest thing ever.

He’d practically dragged you over to the Halloween store while Kaito slept against his chest in the little wrap as you sifted through costumes.

In his hand he had a little pumpkin and puppy costume, “which one” he asks showing off the two.

You smile softly pointing to the puppy costume imagining Kaito in an adorable little fuzzy onesie. Your eight month old baby boy was sure to like it!

Suga scoffs when he gets to the adult section, they’re all incredibly bad and he hates them.

“…maybe a ghost?” He whispers and at first you think it may be a joke until he wanders off to the sheet section and buys a pretty cheap one.

When Halloween comes round, your son seems to be more giggly than normal, he rubs his hands on the fizzy indie before he throws his head back in a fit of laughter his chubby cheeks look like they may hurt from smiling so much.

When Suga comes back with his costume on Kaito’s eye widen.

He giggles wildly when Suga picks him up, he pats on Sugas head where he knows he’d typically be and let’s out a shrill laugh when he nibbles his chunky fingers.

Inevitably he gets the hiccups from the sharp breaths he begins to take from laughing.

He stares with widened confused eyes as if he’s never had them before and of course Suga looks to you.

“It’s fine.” You tell him with a slight smile patting his back before he lets out a little burp.

By the end of the night you’re incredibly tired and Suga is holding a sleeping Kaito who lets out the cutest little snores with a sleepy smile as he’s cozied up in his little onesie.

I couldn’t fit everything we had discussed in here so pls let me know if you guys want to see more!!!

[octo-cutie]

Bokuto Koutarou is an influence to many if not all young volleyball players including the son of Y/N, a single mother who tries her hardest to make ends meet while providing the perfect life for her son. When Bokuto offers to help her out at the request of her son, how else is it supposed to play out?

Chapter 13: Ignorant Bliss

INCOMING NAUTICAL TRANSMISSION: YOU MUST BE 18+ OR OLDER TO VIEW THIS CHAPTER

Life seemed to have gone back to normal. After a teary eyed goodbye at the Airport, Y/n and Kaoru had slowly settled back into their normal routine of Y/N going back to work at the museum and Kaoru going back to school. But after a few weeks of hard work, Y/N had earned herself a day off.

It was peaceful. Y/N seemed to find peace in her troubled life for once. Her hand had finally healed the cracked bone and she had made an appointment to get the cast cut off.

“It looks like your hand healed up nicely Y/N.” The doctor said as they removed Y/N’s cast from her hand. The weight difference was hard to adjust to for a moment but she figured it out within a few minutes.

“I’m definitely glad to be out of this case. It’s made lots of things harder.” Y/N explained as she flexed her fingers and itched a particular spot on her wrist that had been itchy for at least three weeks.

“I’m sure you are. Anyway, if that's all you’re more than welcome to check out at the front desk.” The doctor chuckled before leaving the room. Y/N picked up her belongings and made her way to the receptionist in order to check out.

Freshly decasted, she made her way back home for a well deserved bath. With everything from the Osaka trip to the stress of coming back to work and Kaoru being Kaoru, there was little time for her to relax and take a load off her shoulders with a nice hot, at home spa day.

Dimming the lights in the bathroom, she lit a few of the candles that she kept hidden away from Kaoru and sprinkled bath salts inside of the running water. Y/N poured herself a glass of white wine and slipped into the bath as her phone played from a playlist of relaxing spa music.

Y/N was very proud of herself. For less than 10,000 yen she had been able to recreate her happy place inside of the bathtub.

Silently her phone buzzed on the footstool she had set up next to the bathtub. Placing her glass of wine on the floor and picking up her phone she giggled to herself seeing that Bokuto had sent a snapchat video of him and his team goofing off on their water break. Hinata and Atsumu were pictured chasing Sakusa around with their shirts over their heads while Meian chased after the two of them around trying to stop them from Sakusas wrath later.

Her heart jumped when she saw Bokuto’s happy face beaming at her from behind the screen. And just like she had felt that spark all those months ago when Kaoru had started writing letters to the star athlete, she felt it again and found herself gazing into the golden pools of the frosted tipped man.

Bokuto… She shivered as she remembered how he had held her in his kitchen and while they pretended to be a happy family at the zoo. How he stared at her with his charmingly beautiful eyes, and his adoringly innocent smile. Y/N was slightly ashamed to admit that within the last couple weeks after Bokuto’s nightly phone calls and after Kaoru was safely tucked in bed, she would shut herself in with her vibrator and reminisce about their chaste touches and hasty kisses in his kitchen.

She sank lower in the bath, letting her hands wander and thought back to how much she craved his attention and his touch. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched her in a way that had her feeling the effects of withdrawal.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan as her fingers fluttered between her legs and she imagined that Bokuto was sitting in the tub with her. His husky voice in her ear as her hand guided his own down to play with her.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” Imagination Bokuto whispered in her ear. Y/N shuddered as she imagined him pressing her legs open with his heavy hands and sliding his massive fingers inside of her with the gentle touch of a dove. For such a big and burly man, something in the back of Y/N’s mind told her that he would be so freaking gentle. She wasn’t blind. Bokuto was massive and wore size 14 sneakers.

And big feet usually mean big dicks…

She used her other hand to imagine Bokuto’s hand grasping her breast and gently groping it in the way that made her skin tingle. Y/N rolled her fingers over her nipples which had always been sensitive and more so after Kaoru was born sending ripples of pleasure towards her clit as she fiddled with it. She whispered his name out loud as if he could possibly show up in her bathroom. Each motion by her hands created more and more waves of pleasure that shot to the inside of her core.

Imagination Bokuto’s husky voice whispered in her ear directions for touching herself, telling her to curl her fingers inside of herself or telling her hand that was pushing and pulling on her breast to pay attention to her nipples and to flick or pinch them.

“Don’t quiet yourself I wanna hear you” Imagination Bokuto said inside of her head. The ghostly feeling of his voice in her ear only spurred a bigger need to keep pleasuring herself. She whined as her fingertips only barely grazed the spot deep inside of her, pleading for the image of Bokuto in her head to help her but unfortunately only her fingers were the ones curling up against her sweetest spot illiticing leg jerking actions and the heaving of her chest.

It was shameful. Y/N knew this but she couldn’t help the sexual attraction she felt for the man. And perhaps she was wrong but in a few of their raunchier phone calls, Y/N could swear that Bokuto sounded a little winded and out of breath which only left her thoughts and hands wandering to even more shameful places.

Y/N moaned loudly and lurched forward to help her fingers reach a deeper spot in her cunt, feeling her juices gather at the base of her fingers. When she’d finally finished her act of pleasure she slapped her hands to her face as it burned with a fierce blush. She couldn’t deny the crush that was forming in her heart for the athlete but she couldn’t help but feel as though it wasn’t worth it. Bokuto was a successful athlete and could have any woman or man he wanted. Why would he pick a used woman who could barely afford her rent and couldn’t even stand up to her ex or his new ugly fish faced wife.

Y/N pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on against them. Maybe it was better to quit while she was ahead. His fame and massive fortune was a world that she wasn’t a part of. It would be better if she took up Suga’s offer for dinner that he had been offering the last couple weeks.

Y/N looked over at her phone that was sitting on her towel stool. With her ringer off to induce the peaceful and tranquil environment, she probably missed a few messages and calls. As Y/N checked her phone, she was right. Bokuto had sent her a few snapchats of him and the team, texts about their possible plans to meet up for Christmas, and a DM on instagram with a video of a puppy who was doing party tricks. On the other hand there were a few texts from work asking for shift coverage, and Tsukishima had sent out their schedule for school group tours, and some private birthday parties that would be happening within the next week.

Y/N opened her messages and scrolled until she found Sugawara’s contact and opened up a new message.

Are you free later? -Sent

Delivered

Read

Sugawara’s chat bubble popped up and within a few minutes he responded informing her he was in fact free and did she want to have dinner with him? Y/N sent off a quick reply asking if 6pm would work and if he would like to come over for dinner. Sugawara responded with a thumbs up and a happy face emoji and Y/N smiled happily to herself. Even after his abrupt confession through a kiss in his car a month ago, Y/N hadn’t found herself uncomfortable around him. In fact they had been dancing around the issue for some time and it was never brought up without flushed cheeks or a squeak from one of them about how they had an errand to run later. But Y/N sighed as she heaved herself out of the tub to dry off.

She could be happy with Sugawara. This was the right level for her. Nothing too flashy and a romance that would keep her comfortable… Just the right amount of happiness.

Y/N was so busy imagining what possibilities could arise from this one dinner that she almost didn’t notice the pull of her heartstrings at the thought of telling Bokuto they were ‘just friends.’

A few hours later Y/N found herself finishing up a pasta dish for her, Sugawara and Kaoru. Sugawara had yet to arrive and Kaoru was complacent watching TV in the living room. Since Bokuto had helped pay the cable bill this month, Y/N could afford to let her child watch a couple more cartoons rather than shutting it off at 7pm.

She couldn’t tell if the steam from the boiling pasta water was making her hands sweaty or if it was the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure if this was a date that was about to happen even if Kaoru was in the house and joining them for dinner. Technically Kaoru had been a part of her date with Bokuto at the zoo and Bokuto didn’t have a problem with that.

Y/N hissed as the boiling water popped and caused a couple droplets to fall on her hand. She shouldn’t be distracted by Bokuto when she had the complete opposite of him coming over in a few moments.

It was at this moment that there was a knock at the door. Y/N wiped her hands on a towel and turned the heat on the stove down to let the sauce simmer while the pasta sat.

When she opened the door, Sugawara was standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a shy smile on his face.

“These are for you Y/N.” Sugawara explained, holding them in his outstretched arms with a slight tint to his cheeks. Y/N accepted the flowers happily and pulled him inside. Sugawara quietly apologized for the intrusion and placed his shoes next to Y/N’s before moving them out of embarrassment. That place should only be for the man in Y/N’s life, plus what if she got the wrong idea?

As Sugawara fretted over the debacle of the placement of his shoes, Y/N brought the pink camellias to their new home in a purple and polka dotted vase. Kaoru, who was extremely excited to have his teacher come over, had already recruited Suga to help him draw pictures and help him with his homework, giving Y/N enough time to set the table and clean up in the kitchen a little bit.

“Ok boys, dinner is ready. Kaoru put your homework away please and go wash up. Sugawara, can I interest you in a glass of wine? Y/N asked, holding up a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

“That would be lovely Y/N. Thank you so much for making dinner and inviting me over.” Sugawara smiled standing up and accepting the glass from her hand taking care not to brush over her fingers and cause his jumping heart to force a blush to his face.

Kaoru ran in from the bathroom and sat at his spot at the table.

“Suga-sensei! Come sit next to me! Please!” He added, tacking on the please before his mother corrected him on it. Sugawara smiled and humored the boy by sitting next to him while Y/N took her seat across from the silver haired teacher.

Y/N served the boys their food to them with shaky hands. Despite how well the evening was going, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of something uncomfortable deep in her gut but she chose to ignore it in favor of the man in front of her.

“I hope it's to your liking. It's a western meal and I don’t know how well the ingredients taste when they’re from Japan.” Y/N explained, tucking into her own meal. Sugawara took a gentle bite with his fork and nodded in appreciation. Y/N felt a sense of pride as his eyes lit up and he continued to eat the meal.

“I haven’t had many western meals, but this is absolutely delicious Y/N!” He said with much enthusiasm, already helping himself to a second portion. Y/N smiled lightly and spooned more of the dish onto Kaour’s outstretched plate.

“Yeah momma makes the best food! It's always so yummy and- and-” Kaoru started with a mouthful of food. Y/N looked at him in a reminding way, and he quickly swallowed his food before continuing.

“Momma makes the best food! She wants to be a chef one day!” Kaoru finished as he wiped his pasta sauced lips on his sleeve. Y/N sighed and reached over the table to wipe his lips with his napkin as Sugawara watched bemused at the boy’s statement.

“You want to be a chef? I think you’d be great at it.” Sugawara said with a lilt of encouragement. Y/N blushed slightly and rubbed the back of her neck.

“It's a dream I had when I was younger. I wanted to open my own restaurant but you know, I was blessed with this little rascal.” She jokes. But Sugawara knew better than that. Despite how she tried to hide it, he knew that she still wanted to finalize that dream.

“You’d be a wonderful chef Y/N. This meal was absolutely delicious.” Suga said with a large smile. Y/N blushed and hid her face by spooning another serving of pasta onto her plate.

Dinner continued peacefully and Y/N eventually allowed Kaoru to go watch some TV while she started to wash the dishes. Suga saddled up behind her with more plates, setting them down and rolling up his sleeves.

“What- Oh Suga no you don’t have to help.” Y/N said as Suga begins to scrape the plates and place them in the soapy water.

“No, I insist! You made this absolutely delicious dinner. It's the least I can do.” Suga said, tapping Y/N’s nose with his soapy finger causing her to giggle as she wiped it off.

The two continued their cleaning/play fighting with the soap for about a half hour, giggles and laughs filling the air of the kitchen. Inside Y/N’s chest was a large level of comfort and it felt good to finally relax after having to walk on eggshells around each other after Suga’s abrupt confession in his car that one rainy night.

Eventually, it was time for Kaoru to go to bed and of course since his teacher was here, that meant Suga was chosen to help put him to sleep. Y/N carried him into his bedroom and put him under his covers with some tickles to tire him out, a kiss on his forehead, and a “mommy loves you so much.”

“Can Sugawara read to me tonight?” Kaoru asked as he snuggled up with his stuffed animals. Suga knelt down next to his bed and pulled a book of of the small shelf next to him, which Kaoru quickly approved. It was an old tattered copy of The Little Prince, a book that was well loved and well read seeing as how Y/N had had to tape the cover back onto the binding and with how Kaoru instructed Suga to turn the pages in order to not rip them

“A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers too?” Suga read, before being interrupted by Kaoru who practically knew the book by heart.

“A sheep, I answered, eats anything it finds in it’s reach”

“Am I reading this story or are you reading it to me?” Suga asked, looking at the boy who quickly bounced up in bed with a frantic shake of his head.

“No! Keep reading it! Please!” Kaoru begged, rolling around in his bed prompting Suga to read on with a smile on his face and a small laugh. Y/N giggled as she listened to Suga continue to read the book with a vigor that only an elementary school teacher could possibly have. Soon enough though, Kaoru drifted off to sleep with the story helping to guide him into his dreams, which led to the two adults to slowly creep out of his room.

“Thank you for reading to him. But you really didn’t-” Y/N started but was quickly cut off by Suga who ran a hand through her hair as they enjoyed the quiet warbling of the TV on the couch.

“I know, I didn’t have to but I wanted to. If I didn’t have to teach all the kiddos at school I would spend all my time reading to them.” Suga explained as they sat together on the couch. Y/N had left a small amount of space between them that was quickly closing as the two adults continued to talk into the night before eventually ending up with Y/N in Suga’s lap as the two of them just stared into each others eyes, leading to a very timid kiss from Y/N onto Suga’s lips.

The silver haired teacher felt his breath catch in his throat lightly, his eyes widened and his grip on her waist faltered slightly as he remembered how their last kiss had gone. It was rushed and heated, full of unexpressed emotion but this… This was what he had hoped it would be like the first time.

“Is… was this ok?” Y/N asked when there was no movement from Suga who immediately nodded.

“No- I mean yes! Yes it was fine! It was more than fine, it was great and I want to kiss you again!” Suga blubbered with a slowly reddening face which only caused Y/N to snicker and kiss him one more time. This time Suga kissed her back and the two of them just enjoyed the small high they were riding from finally being able to enjoy a sense of normalcy in their lives.

No Amelie

No bills

No-

“Y/N why are you and Kaoru on TV with Bokuto at the zoo?”

Incoming Nautical Transmission!

Hello babies! I am back finally and I have a very juicy chapter for you all! Thank you to those who have patiently and loyally waited for me to return. I think with the new annoucements about Bokuto going to college, it was only right that I publish this chapter.

I love you all!

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[sugawarassoccerlover]

"Are we gonna get divorced?"

a/n: woop woop trauma. my home situation has been hitting harder recently so here's something really self indulgent, enjoy.

cw: mentions of divorce, fighting/arguments, reader has divorced parents and a toxic childhood, sorta angsty? some hurt, mostly comfort pairing: Sugawara x gn!reader

another day, another argument. your marriage with Sugawara wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't perfect. you loved him more than life itself, and words could not describe how smitten he was with you, you were just so breathtaking to him.

but you were different. you had different preferences, very different personalities, different dreams, and different ways of communicating. and this lead to conflict. you tried to work it out together and you ultimately knew you could come to him with anything, and him to you. you talked about your differences a lot, but both of you have been under a lot of stress recently. you'd come home frustrated and forget about the things you had agreed on.

and you hated it. every single time. it felt agonizing to argue with Koshi. you wanted things to be perfect, but that was just a pipe dream.

and then there were the memories.

your parents had a nasty divorce when you were a teen, and fought ruthlessly when you were a kid. all your memories of them were them fighting. your father was narcissistic and abusive, and your mother was extremely secretive and avoidant. while you and Koshi didn't have those same flaws, you were worried that you'd turn into them. recently, you felt like your worries were coming true. you began to avoid your husband more recently.

he assumed you just needed space, but after a bit, he got sick of the fact he hardly saw you anymore, and the only time you were around him was while you were sleeping.

"y/n, I know you're stressed right now, but you can't just keep avoiding your problems," Koshi stated.

"oh is that it? is it just me? mr. perfect?" you snapped.

"I'm not perfect and I don't think I am. I just want us to talk about this."

"and what has talking done for us? huh? it seems all we can do is fight."

"that's not true! on that note, what has your avoidance done for us? huh?"

"..."

"that's what I thought."

frustrated, you grumbled something intelligible, before storming off to your bedroom. Suga sighed. he was tired, to say the least. work was stressful, and then there was your marriage. maybe some time alone would be good for the two of you, he thought. he assumed that you were going to collect yourself, but when he heard your sobs from the bedroom, he knew he was dead wrong.

his heart shattered when he saw you there on the bed, curled up, hugging your pillow and sobbing. cautiously, he walked closer to you, not wanting to startle you.

"y/n, I'm sorry I was being harsh earli-"

"are we gonna get divorced?" he could barely make out your words among your cries and hiccuping.

when they registered in his mind, the color drained from his face. his breath got caught in his throat. did he hear you right? why would you ever say anything like that? tears welled up in his own eyes as he sat down on the bed, scooping you up into his lap.

you covered your face with your hands, ashamed, ashamed that you were breaking down, ashamed of what you had just said.

"look at me baby," he said, moving your hands from your face.

his heart twisted painfully at the sight of your broken expression.

"we are never going to get divorced, do you hear me? I'm not leaving you. ever." he cupped your cheek gently with one of his hands. "you know that don't you?"

he searched your eyes for something, some kind of acknowledgement, some agreement, something that said you knew.

"baby..." his voice broke.

tears streamed down your face silently, and he wiped them with the pad of his thumb. "you don't... you don't want that do you?"

"NO!" you buried your face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. "I don't, I just..." you trailed off

"you what? c'mon, talk to me, please." he pulled you closer.

"I'm scared. I'm so, scared. you know about my parents and I just... I'm so scared we'll turn out like them. every day when I see you I see the same exhausted expression as my mother right before she had enough... and I wonder," you hiccuped. "I wonder if I'm becoming like my dad."

"oh, no, baby no, you're not like him at all. why didn't you tell me any of this sooner? you know you can talk to me, always."

"but you've just... you've been so stressed and busy and I didn't want to bother you."

he grabbed your face in his hands, making you look at him. "you are never, ever bothering me. I don't care if I'm mad, busy, or anything, if it's the middle of the night, and you're thinking these things I need you to tell me, y/n. we're married. we're a family now, and we promised to always tell each other these things. we promised to be one."

"I never wanted to get married..." you mumbled.

Suga's eyes widened in alarm. "what?"

"OH! not because of you at all, I promise its not you, I felt that way far before I met you." you said quickly, relieved at your husband's shoulders relaxing a little. "seeing what my parents went through, when I was a child, I told myself that I'd never get married. I've always thought that marriage was what they had, that their relationship is what all relationships are like. after meeting you I, I knew I was wrong. but lately I've been kinda insecure you know? what if I was right all along?"

"thank you so much for telling me this y/n." Suga wiped a tear you didn't know had fallen from your face. "I'm so sorry that you've felt that way but I can assure you, we'll never get to that point. I won't let us. I love you so, so, so much. I said 'I do' and I'm not going back on it. even if you hated me, I wouldn't give up on you. I know we've been arguing more lately, but I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

more tears streamed down your face, but for a different reason this time.

"do you promise?"

"I promise."

"I love you Koshi."

"I love you more, y/n."

[theswaggyrat]

Haikyuu Boys Reacting to y/n Crying During a Fight

Volleyball Boys x Reader // y/n Crying During a Fight // Dating!!Haikyuu cw ~ angst//fluff//foul language ft. bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, lev, sugawara, kageyama, hinata, tsuki plot - the boys accidentally make y/n cry without realizing Most likely Part 1

Bokuto

bokuto was in the midst of scrolling blankly through his phone, having just finished cleaning up your bedroom like you had asked

you rushed out of the bedroom, asking him questions about what he'd thrown away, and that's when it began

you were fighting about how bokuto had accidentally thrown away something special to you

bokuto kept insisting it was an accident and you shouldn't be so upset at him

but of course, it was something special to you, something your mother had given to you before you lost her

soon enough, bokuto slipped up out of annoyance and mumbled "you're being such a baby about basically nothing" which stung like crazy

you would turn away, in a huff, at least that's what bokuto thought at first

he waited for you to respond, at least giving you the respect to do so

he immediately realized when you didn't respond back that you must've been hurting, the way you brought both hands to your face and left them there

this man must've felt so guilty once he saw the tears

he would intertwine your fingers together, squeezing your hands to reassure you that he didn't mean it

he apologized as he kissed your knuckles softly, promising to ask before getting rid of things that weren't his

later there'd be big cuddles in bed

"I love you, darling. I'm sorry for being a big dummy, please forgive me."

Akaashi

akaashi would have just come home from his part time job

instead of getting a kiss on the cheek per usual, he had to walk into his room to find you sitting on the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched up

when the fight began, akaashi put little to no effort into listening to what you had to say

so childish, he thought, for you to start an argument over the fact that it took him an hour or two to text back

he stayed calm while you rambled and rambled on, not listening to a single word that came from your mouth

fighting with akaashi always made you frustrated and sad, but some things just get pushed to the edge

in the spur of the moment, he turned towards you and said "you're only mad because I'm the only one you can talk to"

he left you speechless, and with a sigh, turned back to what he'd been doing

you, on the other hand, brought a finger to your lip as it began to quiver. you bit it, fighting the urge to cry, but eventually allowed the tears to slip down silently

it didn't hurt that he said that, specifically more the fact that he ignored your feelings and everything you'd said

akaashi asked if you wanted ramen, and you tried to reply as calmly as you could, but your voice cracked

because of the voice crack, you had stopped talking and akaashi began to realize why

he turned around and pulled you into his arms, rubbing small circles into your back

he told you to tell him your problem with him again, that he'd listen this time and wouldn't ignore you

offered to make ramen as a sign of apology

"it's alright, hun. I'll turn my notifications on and make us some ramen."

Kuroo

you had just returned home from a party, but you felt as if you wanted to throw up

my mans left you alone with a couple of his friends, going to talk to some more of his friends - who had a few female friends, each taking a small liking to kuroo

this wasn't the first time it happened

he looked open for anyone to take too, looked as single as could be

so when you returned home, you were fed up with him

he noticed the look on your face and asked you what was wrong, or if you needed some water

when you responded back with the fact that he'd left you alone again and went off to talk to some girls, kuroo just laughed at you

questioned your jealousy in a joking manner

you went on, leaving yourself vulnerable to him as you tried to explain your feelings

of course, it was kuroo, so he didn't understand

he waved it off, accidentally saying something around the lines of "stop worrying, they're just friendly girls who want to talk. no big deal, now leave me alone about it"

which was literally the worst possible thing to say, only causing the feeling of jealousy and worry to grow

so you whispered "fine" and left the room, going into the bathroom to take your makeup

when kuroo came in to flirt with you, he noticed your reddened eyes immediately (he loved to look into your eyes, they were pretty)

he wanted to hug you and comfort you, but you pushed any physical affection away. you just wanted him to listen to you

so he sat down on the counter in front of you, showing you that he would listen

"next party we go to, I'll have you 'round my arm the whole time. nobody in the whole world could replace you, babe."

Kenma

you'd be sitting alone in the living room, hearing kenma yell at his game once more

you felt distant, lonely, and a little annoyed. kenma was, once again, in the middle of his game instead of giving you just the smallest bit of attention

so you got up to talk to him about it

he had just finished a round when you came in, taking a quick glance at you before returning to his game

when you came up to him, he muted his game and cocked his head in question

you asked to hang out, and he replied with he was playing a game

but he was always playing a game, never hanging out with you

he would roll his eyes at this, and throw insults all around the room, insults that would bounce of walls and strike you as hard as they could. so you did the same back, even though it might not hurt him

he didn't even look at you when he argued, just at his game

when he was tired of talking to you and ready to go back to his game, he slipped the headphones back on and finished with "you knew dating me would be like this. it's on you for thinking any different"

when you left the house, he thought nothing of it, and honestly didn't care much

but when you didn't return that night for bed, he began to worry

he called you, and after a couple of tries, you finally picked up

when you began to tell him that you were at your friends for the night, he noticed the soft sniffle that you tried to hide

he asked for you to come home, saying he needed to show you something, so you did

he asked you if you were free to hang with him the next day, and you were astonished - and when you smiled slightly under the warm tears, he would pull you onto the bed with him and attack your face with soft kisses

"yeah, yeah. I'll take a break from gaming more often for you."

Lev

you noticed lev placing his items in the same places you specifically asked him not to do the last time you tried to have a serious talk with him

you kept tripping over his things, which he had a bad habit of scattering all over the place

he said he would, but you knew he never really took you seriously

you were so small compared to him, and he was a humorous guy, so he didn't ever take anything you said as serious as you might've meant it

when Lev came home from practice one day to find you moving his things around, he was a little offended and looked at you with his nose scrunched up

you glared at him, annoyed by his reaction to your actions

you told him about how you tripped again, and he simply said sorry but told you not to move his things

it got pretty heated after that, and Lev laughed at multiple things you'd said to him

"just look where you're going. it's not a big deal so stop overreacting"

when you responded to him with a harsh "nothing ever is" and then left to your room, almost tripping over more of his stuff along the way, he immediately felt bad

he picked up his things and moved them before going into the room you shared

you'd ignore him, hiding under the sheets of your bed, scrolling through your social feeds

he would take a quick shower, so you took this as a moment to let all your feelings out by crying

when he finished, you thought you were in the clear. but when he climbed on top of the bed and into the sheets with you, you realized you were still crying even though you hadn't felt any tears

he would take you in his arms, spooning you. he apologized for not taking you seriously and that he was a bad boyfriend for that

you reassured him that it was alright, happy that he finally got the message

"I cleaned up my things by the way, love. tell me if you need me to do anything else, okay?"

Sugawara

you had been looking around for suga, feeling a little negative about yourself and you wanted a bit of comfort from your boyfriend

but of course, he was nowhere to be seen. you last saw him in the morning before he left to go to Daichi's house

he'd be back in a few hours, like everyday. he was never around

so you panicked, hiding in your bed and allowing the negative thoughts to spread and pollute your mind, unable to stop them on your own

when suga arrived, you had moved on and were now reading a book, so how would he know what you went through without his help? it had ended only half an hour before he arrived

when you called for him, he came in curiously, ready to help his lover with anything

but then you began to question him going out everyday

he shrugged it off at first, saying he could do what he wanted and it should be fine

you argued back with him about it, causing him to get angry with you

"listen, if you don't like me just spending some time with my friends during the day then you don't have to stay. you can just leave our relationship"

the thought of leaving suga and him being the one who told you to do it pained you, and suddenly you felt sick

you began to cry, unable to control the soft whimpers that made their way to his ears

he came to your side and wrapped his arms around you, caressing your cheek with his hand

when you finally opened up to him about what had happened a few times before when he was gone, boy he felt so bad and would not stop apologizing

"daichi can wait, you always come first."

Kageyama

you were waiting for a response from kageyama, having asked if they could go on a date anytime soon - or just hang out

when he replied, it was a no, saying he was hanging out with Hinata for the most part on those days

he had promised to spend time with you this week, just like the week before, but ended up spending time with Hinata instead

when Kageyama returned that night, he found you laying in bed, fiddling with the sheets anxiously

he asked what was wrong, only to receive a small huff in response

you're being stubborn, but that's alright, he's being a jerk

he pushed a little more so you finally gave in, telling him how you felt about never being able to do anything together because he was always out with hinata

this made him explode, yelling his head off about how he could do what he wanted and how hinata was his best friend, ect.

"hinata makes me happier than you ever could"

once the words left his mouth, he had left himself speechless

you got up with a nod, mumbling a quiet apology before leaving

he wasn't the type to chase after someone, but he did just this once

he was scared that another person he loved would leave because of something he did again, so he went after you

when he did get to you, he hugged you with so much force that you almost fell back. he closed his eyes tightly, feeling your tears soak his shirt

he apologized repeatedly, promising to never make you cry again

"even though hinata's my best friend, he can't ever make me as happy as you do."

Hinata

you looked around for hinata, but no signs of him appeared. you were supposed to go out and get lunch together

not knowing what to do, you called him

he answered quickly, saying he was in the midst of his volleyball practice

you frowned, reminding him of your date

he sighed, pointing out the fact that he had volleyball practice

you began to argue, pointing out the fact that you had planned a date but you always have practice during the date

this caused you to start asking questions about if he really even wanted to date you, if he even wanted to make time for you if he couldn't even just go on a date once, if he could maybe stick to his plans and give you a heads up when he couldn't go

hinata started to rush his words as he was being called back to practice, so he accidentally allowed a mean sentence to slip

"if you don't want to support me going to practice, then I'm not going to support us"

it wasn't so much of a break up sentence, more of an insult and a warning

you knew he didn't mean much by it, but you hung up and sat down, squishing yourself into the corner of the couch

not too long after, the front door opened, causing you to jump in fear of someone seeing you in tears

you tried to dry them as fast as you could, but you couldn't dry them fast enough

the orange haired boy ran inside, jumping onto the couch where you were sitting, and attacking you with cuddles

he would repeat things like "I didn't mean it" "I love you" and more

although he was sweaty, he was more focused on wiping your tears away

"I'm sorry, y/n! really, really sorry. I didn't mean it so please forgive me! we can go out to lunch now, I'll pay!"

Tsuki

when tsuki had moments like these, where he never left the bathroom, it always made you worry

he never talked to you, never let you in, and it would be like this for a whole day at most

today though, you've had enough and you wanted to see him happy and full of confidence again

so when you knocked on the door and entered, it left tsuki surprised and a bit annoyed. last time you entered during these days, tsuki had grumpily told you to go away

so when he said that today, you shook your head and stood your place, asking him what was up and if he needed a hug

he groaned and waved you off, telling you that he didn't need your help or pity

you tried to convince him otherwise, letting him know that you were only trying to make him feel alright

you never intended to start an argument, but the conversation eventually slipped into that category

once tsuki shouted, "I fucking hate you! you're an ass of a lover and can't even let me be when I want to be alone!" you knew you had overstepped your boundaries

even though it was selfish, you couldn't stop the tears that had welled up and pushed past your wall in hopes to stop them

tsuki's face softened slightly and he looked away, still waiting for you to leave

with quiet sobs, you did, and you hid in the closet to let out as much as you could so you could at least be there for tsuki

so you could be a good lover like he wanted

to your surprise, tsuki walked in a few minutes later. you stared at each other for a moment. tsuki was never the best at comforting others, or at using his words

so he sat down next to you, snaking an arm around, and pulling you closer. that was how he'd apologize, complimenting small things about you like "you smell nice", "your hair is really soft today", and "your outfit looks good on you".

you understood, leaning into his touch just the slightest bit more

"wanna go get some ice cream later? we can talk about things then, if you still want to."

[mango-bango-bby]

Congrats Mango on the 3k

Now if I may request a single parent with sugawara

Reader is a single parent and their kids teach er is sugawara

Sugawara falls in love with reader blah blah, he does the normal thing of stalking and isolating reader and their kids, you know the norm for when your in love

He eventually realizes that the quickest way to readers heart 8s through the kid

The kid loves suga and want him to be their new dad, setting up dates and such, suga acts innocent, when really this was the plan all along.

Please write readers kid bringing home theire teacher and begging reader to give suga a chance, that suga is better then his father(who was actually a fine person and father just not for reader, and their kid never had a problem with before)

♡ I Wouldn’t Mind ♡

(A/N: Ahhhhh this was so cute 💖🥺🥺 I love writing domestic stuff, so I loved this!!! Readers child in this is absolutely precious, she just wants her teacher to be her dad and she wants her mom to be happy 😤😤 Anyways, enjoy!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, single mom!reader, children, spoilers for what Suga does for work in the time-skip, FLUFFYYYYYYY

Summary: Sugawara + Single Parent Au (Yan!Sugawara x Fem!reader)

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Some say teachers don’t have favorite students. However Koshi knew that wasn’t true, because he knew exactly who his favorite student was. His favorite student was Kibo L/n, the girl was an angel of a child. She did great on all of her assignments, she was kind to all of her classmates, and she was the child many parents would dream of. And Kibo was the child of an absolute delight of a mother, you.

Sugawara hadn’t met you the first day of class, like with most of the parents as you didn’t have time. Being a single working mother took up so much time. However Kibo talked incredibly highly of you, often telling her favorite teacher that her mommy was the best and the most pretty in the whole world! Koshi would always play along with the toddler, saying that he’s sure that that’s true. He didn’t believe it until he saw you, and fell completely in love at first sight.

You were absolutely perfect. Koshi knew you were absolutely meant to be with him. You two would have the perfect life together! You wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore, instead only caring for the home while he was gone. Kibo would finally have a father, one that really cares for her. Maybe you two could even give Kibo a younger sibling!

He can imagine coming home from work along with Kibo, and you would be there ready to kiss both of them once they’re back while dinner cooked on the stove. That’s why he did things like follow you home, watch over you at night, find out everyone you knew

Earlier in the day Kibo came into his classroom during lunch with tears running down her face. Koshi practically scooped the young girl into his arms, asking what happened. Some other children in the class were making fun of her for not having a father. He hugged your daughter close, humming in an attempt to calm her down. Eventually the toddler calms down, wiping her eyes of any stray tears, “I wish you were my real daddy, Sugawara-sensei” Kibo mumbled, she already considered him as a father figure. But she wishes he was really her father.

“Please, Sugawara-sensei! You’ll love my mommy! She’s so nice and then she’ll be happy and you can take care of me! Please date my mom!” Kibo pleads, tears still in her large e/c eyes. She sounded almost desperate. He wishes he could tell her that he already loves you, her mother. But he can’t, he doesn’t want Kibo to tell you and you to be scared off. Even though that’s all he wants, to tell you his undying love for you. How he would protect you and Kibo with his life, how he would kill anyone he needed to for you and your daughter, how he would be an incredible husband to you and incredible father to Kibo.

“I’m sure I would, maybe one day I’ll be your daddy” Koshi smiles, watching the eyes of his student sparkle at his words. Kibo was coming up with a plan in her head now. She needed Koshi to be her father, and be with you. Then you wouldn’t have to work so hard, you wouldn’t be lonely anymore, Kibo wouldn’t hear you cry at night if you had Koshi. Because he would be there to comfort you.

The school day went on as normal, Koshi making sure to separate your daughter and the children that were making fun of her. Kibo did great on her assignment for the afternoon, being able to read the short story with practically no problems. Koshi makes sure to give her a star sticker for that.

School ended a few hours later, all the students cleaning up the school before leaving to go home. Today, luckily for both Koshi and Kibo, you had enough time to pick up your daughter from school. Kibo dragging Koshi by the hand so she could officially introduce her favorite teacher to you and hopefully make you realize that you should fall in love with him. Kibo wanting to act as a baby Cupid, even though Koshi was practically running this all. He’s sure Kibo wouldn’t want to set you two up unless he’d said those words earlier that day.

“Mommy!” Kibo yells, jumping into your arms. You still have your work uniform on, showing that you came here straight from work just to pick up your daughter to make her happy. “Hi sweetie!” You cheerfully smile, you pick up your small daughter in your arms, giving her small kisses over her face as she giggles. You would ruffle her hair however it was tied up into a ponytail with a hair bobble.

“Mommy, that’s Sugawara-sensei! Can he be my daddy? Please, please please!” Kibo energeticly whines, dramatically throwing her head back. You can feel your whole body heat up at her words, your daughter always knew how to embarrass you, didn’t she? “I- I don’t know, hon, I’m not sure Sugawara-san would be comfortable with that-”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t mind”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[writingbymoonlight]

ice skating lesson

ft.: timeskip sugawara x reader

summary: you're going ice skating for your first date with your cute co-worker and enlist the help of your friend, sugawara, to help you practice beforehand. unbeknownst to you, sugawara is in love with you.

a/n: wintery vibes. slightly angsty, mostly pining. sorry.

word count: ~1.5k

“I don’t understand why you agreed to ice skating for your first date.”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim exasperatedly as you tie the laces of your skates before looking up at your gray-haired friend. “He seemed really excited about it and he said he would help me get the hang of it! Plus, he suggested that we get some hot chocolate afterwards! I can’t say ‘no’ to hot chocolate!”

You had a date with a cute co-worker next weekend and the more you thought about it, the more nervous you got. It had been a while since you had gone ice skating and you were worried about continuously collapsing and looking like a fool in front of him.

So, you decided to ask your good friend, Sugawara Koshi, to help you practice a couple days ahead of time in preparation for the date, which he graciously agreed to.

“Oh Y/N,” Sugawara sighs, shaking his head as he stands up from the bench you two are sitting on. “Maybe he thought he’d get to be a knight in shining armor and save you from falling on your butt.”

“Maybe,” you chuckle.

“Maybe you should cancel the date,” Sugawara wants to respond.

However, you add in a cheerful tone, “Still, I think it should be fun. Ice skating seems like a pretty cool idea for a first date, don’t you think?”

Sugawara simply shrugs and tears his gaze away from you, opting to look out at the nearly vacant outdoor ice-skating rink (the only other people around are a high school-aged couple and a mother with her two children). Your words remind him that he has no right to be bitter. He has no right to be jealous. The two of you were not dating.

No matter how much it pained him to know you were going out with someone else, Sugawara couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he loves you. You quickly became acquainted during your first year of high school and for a long time he had viewed you as a close friend. But something changed, and he doesn’t know when. Sugawara still struggles to pinpoint the exact moment he started developing a crush on you.

When he finally admitted to himself a few months ago that he was in love with you, it was simultaneously like a breath of fresh air and being hit with a ton of bricks.

Then Sugawara descended into constantly reciting the same questions to himself: How does someone confess to their long-time friend that they're in love with them? How do I tell Y/N? Can I just say, “Hey Y/N, I know we’ve been good friends since our first year at Karasuno, but now I’m in love with you. How do you feel about me?”

Not knowing what else to do, he settled for pining after you. But now, you were going on a date with someone else and you seem giddy.

And all he really wants is for you to be happy.

“Okay, I think I’m good to go,” you declare triumphantly as you stand up and head towards the ice rink with Sugawara.

The elementary school teacher does not waste a single moment, stepping onto the ice without hesitation. He skates backwards gracefully and watches you patiently, waiting for you to follow him. You, on the other hand, step onto the ice gingerly, not letting go of the low wall surrounding the rink.

“Scared, Y/N?” your friend teases you mischievously.

“You’re making it look too easy,” you complain. “By the way, it’s totally unfair that you’re good at both volleyball and skating. How do you have such good hand-eye coordination?!”

Sugawara chuckles then remarks, “I don’t think my volleyball and skating abilities are comparable. I would say that I’m good at volleyball and alright at skating.”

“Now you’re being too modest,” you scoff.

Sugawara cannot help, but laugh at your adorable pouty face before skating back towards you. Extending his hand out to you, he states, “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

Without delay, you place your hand into his and allow him to guide you. Even though you are both wearing gloves, Sugawara can feel the comfortable and familiar heat of your hand, which causes him to blush slightly. Fortunately, the frigid weather helps make it seem as if his face has gone red from the chilly breeze.

Sugawara makes sure that you're skating near the barrier, in case you need extra support, and meanwhile, he remains by your side, holding your hand and making sure you stay upright. It is kind of a wobbly beginning and you’re moving excruciatingly slow, but Sugawara is considerate and diligent. He offers you numerous tips, such as how far to keep your skates apart, how to point your toes, how to distribute your body weight and how to bend your knees.

Soon you are confident enough to skate at something faster than a snail’s pace, so Sugawara goes back to skating backwards, now with a firm grasp of both of your hands, and he leads you towards the inner rink.

“Since you’re teaching me how to skate properly, does that mean I have to call you Mr. Sugawara, like your students?” you joke with a teasing smirk, doing your best to keep up with the slightly faster speed that Sugawara is skating at.

He rolls his eyes at you dramatically and whines, “Please never call me that.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be Koshi to me,” you reassure with a grin so bright and warm that he thinks it could melt the ice below his feet.

“I’ll always be your Koshi,” Sugawara muses to himself. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever love someone the way he loves you. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is yours and you have the power to fill it with joy or break into a million pieces.

His thoughts are interrupted when suddenly, in a moment of panic over losing your balance, you reach out and tightly clutch his upper arm. You look at him, eyes wide from the slight scare, and your faces are so close that he can see the small cloud of your breath when you exhale.

“Sorry!” you apologize as you stand upright and regain your balance. “You should probably teach me how to fall gracefully as well, huh?”

“Uhh, y-yeah,” Sugawara stutters out, reeling from the sudden close contact with you, “I can do that.”

Following this small incident, you spend several additional minutes practicing and start feeling confident enough to skate around on your own. So, you end up doing laps around the rink together (Sugawara much more elegantly than you) and soon the two of you are the only souls left on the ice. You two talk about all sorts of topics that come to mind, ranging from work to friends to random stuff you saw online. Then there are brief periods of silence, which aren’t at all awkward. They are fleeting minutes of pleasant quietness where words aren’t needed, only each other’s presences are all necessary.

And it was in one of intervals of silence that you look up and see a few flecks of snow delicately dancing downward.

“It’s snowing!” you cry out delightedly, skating out ahead of Sugawara. “There wasn’t any snow in the weather forecast for today!”

You stand in the middle of the rink, looking up at the sight of falling snow with a huge smile and such childlike glee. It is such a coincidence to be ice skating underneath the white flurries and all you want is to drink up and savor this wintery moment.

Meanwhile, Sugawara is smiling as well, but the smile is directed at you. Even though the snow is pretty, he finds the sight of your elation more intoxicating.

All he wants is for you to be happy.

But it is in this moment, watching you from a short distance away, that Sugawara realizes that he would never be content like this. He doesn’t want to just watch you being happy. He wants to be beside you, trying his best to make you happy every day. He now knows that he can no longer allow his feelings to simmer because that would be too painful. He needs to tell you how he feels and give you the chance to decide whether your relationship should remain platonic or become romantic.

His heart is yours to do with as you please.

Sugawara won’t confess to you right now, though. He wants to enjoy this moment.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you inquire, still engrossed in the dark cloudy sky above you.

With his unwavering focus on you, Sugawara gently replies, “Yeah, it is.”

[crybabykiko]

Summer School

Kōshi Sugawara x Milf!Reader

Warnings: lmaooo bitch this shit hurted I can’t even get into it just know that I don’t wish to be perceived and will not be taking questions at this time. This is also not based on a dream I had and I am completely okay and sane

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Part of the lovely Miki Mouse Whorehouse collab- @undermattsun I love you I’m sorry my appendix got in the way of having this in on time. If you haven’t read the rest of the best mf porn trope collab in the universe, check out the mlist here for more hot milfs in your area that can read to you. 💕 and also ty kwis @honey-makki for the banner because y’all almost didn’t get one... she’s the real hero of the story.

The silence in the room was deafening as you sat in front of his desk. The air was thick with tension, and your palms, though sweaty, felt ice cold. He was always jovial, except for in moments like these, moments where he commanded attention. Moments in which he was serious, an ever looming presence over all his students- over the entire school.

“I assume you know why we’re meeting, right?” he said, taking a seat at his own desk, piled high with papers and discarded paper coffee cups- you could also just barely make out... an ashtray? Maybe that was only for after hours- hours like these in which he probably stayed on the school grounds half the night grading term papers and exams- as he’s not one to bring work home with him. You remembered him mentioning that from the orientation. You remembered the gentle, kind, Sugawara-Sensei with a warm smile and soothing voice; but the man in front of you was sinister.

“Final grades?” You swallowed a lump of fear and anxiety.

“They’re not good,” he scoffed, rifling through papers on his desk to pull out one riddled with red marks.

“Something like this definitely means summer school....”

He wasn’t letting up at his icy demeanor.

“That’s- it’s not an option,” you sputtered.

“I agree,” he said. “I’ve heard about your summer plans, I wouldn’t hate for you to miss out, they really seem like fun…”

Your blood was boiling over at the condescension, but it felt ice cold as it ran through your veins thinking of what you stood to lose if you protested him.

“I’ll tell you what,” Sugawara began, rising from his desk chair and crossing over to the classroom blackboard. He started erasing the day’s earlier lessons, leaving murky white streaks across the board.

“I’ll give you a chance to raise the grade, extra credit of sorts- how does that sound?”

By now he had picked up a slender wooden pointer with a white plastic tip. You had already put forth so much effort into Summer vacation, there was no way summer school was written into the occasion. But you felt yourself suffocated by the offer, a nervous twisting starting to build up in your gut as he stared at you, twisting the pointer in his chalk dust coated hands. You begrudgingly nodded.

“Great- it’s an offer you won’t be able to refuse, I know you…”

You knew exactly what he meant.

He bought the pointer to your chin, gently lifting before tracing it down your neck and décolletage, emphasizing the curvature of your breasts as he rounded the chair to be behind you.

“Let’s start with getting this off, yeah?” His hands massaged at your shoulders, gently pulling the woolen cardigan off your body, gently exposing you to the cool air of his classroom. You shuddered in response to the drastic change of temperature. Your exposed shoulders revealed the straps to your camisole and bra, Suga snapped the straps of both against your skin, a wince forming on your face from the soft slapping pain.

“Such pretty skin,” he remarked lowering his head to your neck, lips barely grazing the surface before peppered light kisses along it.

“You smell so nice too- all of this just to meet me, huh?”

You fixed your mouth to say no, but couldn’t get anything out against his advances. instead a small moan rose through the air as his kisses turned to kitten licks and a soft sucking right beneath your ear.

Sugawara’s hands were warm and soft as they lost themselves underneath the fabric of your shirt and bra, leaving a rash of goosebumps in his wake that rose almost as quickly as the heat to your face and neck. He slowly took your nipples between his fingertips, twisting gently as you threw your head into his chest.

“That’s it, it feels good, doesn’t it?” You hummed in response.

You felt him press his body into your back, the presence of his half hardened cock becoming painfully apparent as it slid against you. Suga crossed back in front of you, hands positioned at the buckle of the belt that held his pants at his waist. He didn’t bother to undo the clasps of his suspenders, slipping them down his shoulders instead. Still exposed, your chest rose and fell at the sight of him. Your eyes were locked at his waist, his own eyes growing familiar with your gaze as he slid the khakis down his waist, stopping just above the knee and leaving his hard-on fully visible.

You can’t recall when or how the straps of your shirt and bra fell from your body, but your top half was completely exposed to him as he pushed the head of his cock between your breasts, the soft pink head sporting a prominent freckle akin to the beauty mark under his eye. His cock moved against your skin, gaining soft friction as you held your tits together around it. You couldn’t resist sticking out your tongue to lap tiny kitten licks as he thrust- a soft yet lewd chortle from your own lips offered a little more lubrication, the slick sounds of his dick against your skin now rising in the sticky air. The spit glistened against the supple skin of your breasts as your hands held them together, fingertips hovering just above your pert nipples as you continued to envelop his dick with them. You started to help him, moving the mounds of flesh against him in a matching rhythm.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Sugawara hissed, speeding himself up. You could see the emergence of precum at the tip, tongue involuntary darting out to lick the salty fluid. His cock grew wetter, veins more prominent with each thrust against you. Your legs were presaging together in your seat, the thin panties you were wearing had started to become uncomfortably wet at this point, as you were so turned on at how turned on he was. In the back of your mind though, the heat on your skin translated to embarrassment, sickened by yourself for stooping to this level, disgusted by your need for perfection- how could you ever live with this?

No time to think about that now, though, not when he was looking down over you like this, cheeks pale pink, and strands of silver still king to his perspiring forehead. The feeling of his dick twitching against your tits weighed heavier than your pride at the moment, and you’d rather swallow several of his loads than grin and bear the stares of all those other bullshit PTA moms looking down on you- looking down on your kid. It was time to work for your bribe- just like the one you’d worked with Sugawara at the beginning of the year to get your son into his class.

Without warning, your son’s teacher thrust farther forward, pushing his dick past your lips- the signifier he was done using your tits to get off, and needed something more. You let go, moving your hand to the base of him, twisting your wrist upward as you opened your mouth wider and granted him full access.

“Very good- open up-ngh-, pretty thing,” He cooed through gritted teeth. “Want you to take this cock down your throat.”

His hands grasped the nape of your neck, pushing your head down further on his length. You gagged the first two or three passes- after all, it had been awhile since you had been adjusted to his size, or any man in general- being a single-mother does that to a person sometimes. But it took a few softer thrusts for your throat to ease up, and he was happy to oblige. He found you cute like this, so pliant with a mouth stuffed full of him. ‘Such a good mom,’ he thought, looking down to marvel at your face, nose buried in his pubes.

There was nothing more appealing to him than the idea of replacing your tight, wet throat with your even tighter pussy- than feeling the tip of his cock right at your cervix- the sensation of him filling you to the brim with his cum, and eventually seeing you swollen and round with his own child after a few months of making sure it stuck. Amazing thoughts- at least to him. But for now, he could wait; his mind telling him he’ll have all summer to wear you down since he has every intention of keeping you at his beck and call for the break, the looming thought of how much you owe him hanging over your head like the most perfect apple on a branch just out of reach.

Looking up at him from your seat like this fit that same illusion for you too. You shouldn’t feel this overpowering desire over the stiffness of your jaw and the burning of your throat- you shouldn’t enjoy the weight of his dick on your tongue, much less crave the feeling of him splitting you open. Yes these are all things you shouldn’t feel- but if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so right?

You popped your lips off of him for a second, gasping for air as strings of your saliva separated you from him. Your hand twisted at the base of his cock, pumping him with a tight grip. You could feel Sugawara shuddering under your touch, eyes meeting his to watch him stifle a moan by pulling his bottom lip through his teeth. He bought a soft hand to your cheek, stroking it lightly with the pad of his thumb before taking both hands to press your head back onto him- pushing as far down as he could fit- a harsh gag filling the room as his cock lodged itself in your throat.

His face was stained scarlet, nose scrunching and eyes creasing as he felt himself starting to slip, succumbing to his impending orgasm.

“Such a good-hhngh- such a good fucking mommy,” he said thrift gritted teeth, sending several hot ropes of cum sliding down your raw, and most likely bruised throat. You could barely hear the rest of his obscenities as he hit his high- your blood was already in your ears the moment you heard him say the word “mommy.” You couldn’t help but swallow every last drop, thinking of how much better it would’ve been if he did cum in your now drenched pussy. It was an invitation waiting for him, but your womb simply had to wait- a dull ache forming where you felt he should be.

You had several seconds to come back into reality, the fluorescence of classroom lights bringing you back to your surroundings of tinfoil planet dioramas and baking soda volcanoes among the rows of desks in front of you. You tried taking stock of how you got here in the first place, but your brain was liquefied in lust. Sugawara took a few moments to fix himself up, slicking his sweaty hair back as he readjusted his suspenders and rifled through the pockets of his pants. Pulling out a silver engraved cigarette case, pulling two out and placing one between his teeth. Handing you one, he pulled out his matching lighter, flicking it open to spark you up first. Almost as if nothing happened, he was the same, jovial, sweet Sensei that your 4th-grade son adored- the same kind, gentleman you entrusted your child to at orientation.

“Don’t tell the PTA,” he joked, a soft smile spreading across his still pink cheeks as he finished his drag, sitting back down in his chair.

“I won’t if you won’t,” you responded, rather breathlessly for having not done much work yourself.

You sat in silence for a beat or two, marveling at how he was able to turn himself on and off like this, at how he was able to continue on in the thick, sex stained air while filling out a gradebook.

“The final grade will remark as a pass,” he commented.

“I can’t give honor’s marks or it’ll look suspicious, so I’ll put in a couple extra credit points and just write it off as a book report or something.”

“Th-thank you, Sensei,” you uttered weakly, remembering just who Sugawara was- after all, he is your son’s teacher. As you stood, you picked up your purse and smoothed your skirt to leave. You slowly pulled the cardigan back over your sleeves, shuddering yet again at soft contact against your sensitive nerve endings, goosebumps still painting your body.

“You can call me Kōshi if you’d like- I’m not your teacher after all.”

“Thank you… Kōshi,” you corrected yourself.

He continued to work, not taking his eyes off the pile of papers in front of him, one by one, marking them up and down with red pen.

The click of your high heels sliced through the palpable silence as you began to leave the classroom. The voice inside of you screamed to hold your head high, not to look back, not to address him, not to crave him but that same voice fell down inside you, mind quelling its fear with a ‘you just have to tell him goodnight, it’s the polite thing to do.’

“Goodnight, Kōshi,” you called, twisting the knob of the door, pushing it halfway open before he stopped you.

“Oh, Y/N- please don’t forget to tell S/N to enjoy his summer vacation… you enjoy yours too.”

[imaginethathaikyuu]

kinktober - day two

sugawara koushi - royal 

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list  

NSFW warning featuring: v quick sex, no build up, dirty talk if you squint, love makin other tags: sad circumstantial angst, but a forced happy ending because i’m Me, a very cliche royalty au, heir to the throne suga x royal servant reader, love! lots of love! you love each other!, no i don’t know anything about Royal Families, yes this is mostly story line and hardly smut, lil bit inspired by illicit affairs by taylor swift  fem reader 

word count: 1917

- 

“Can I show you something?” 

Sugawara Koushi was the heir to the throne, soon to be ruler of this land, and he hated his position in the royal family as a King’s son.

He didn’t have the iron fist of his father or the impenetrable heart of his late mother; owning land, money, or goods meant nothing to him; the royal blood in his veins bled the same way as a commoner’s. His life as a royal, while easy, was dark. 

Until he caught a light burning in his bedroom. 

“Of course you can.” 

You were a servant working for his family, so it goes. He caught you in his room, obviously meant to be working, but you were distracted by the book he had on his desk. He let you have it, as long as you promised to come back and let him know what you thought of it. 

You’d been coming back to his room every night since - it’d been six months by now, and all Koushi knew was how infatuated he immediately became with you. 

“Okay. Follow me.” 

You were the first best friend he’d ever had. 

And you followed him with blind trust - he could lead you anywhere in the world, and you would follow. 

The far back doors of the estate were rusted and foreign to you; this area was completely off limits to servant workers, and only those with permission from the King were allowed to know of it. 

“Is this okay?” you asked Koushi, and he waved your worries away. 

He opened the door and pushed you through it. 

You were shocked in awe. 

The afternoon sun seemed to be shining directly onto only you, heating you through. You had to squint just so you could see through its rays. 

“This is the Prince’s Garden,” Koushi told you. “The only part of the property that’s meant to be mine, before I take the throne. My parents say it’s sacred. The only ones allowed to enter it are me and the gardeners - and you, now.” 

The large expanse of garden was covered in flowers you had never seen before and colors you read about more than you’ve seen in recent years - the bleak village you resided in was void of these purples, pinks, yellows, and oranges. 

You never knew that this kaleidoscope of life was here behind the royal estate, hidden from the village blues and eyes of commoners. 

“Why… are you showing me this?” 

He walked away without an answer, toward a spot of emerald grass toward the back of the flower field, where he had laid out a crimson blanket for the two of you. You followed him. When he sat down, so did you, making yourself comfortable in his arms. 

But he was stiff. 

The looming truth of his circumstance had been showing its head in brave ways the last few days, proving that his fears were real. But here, in this flower garden he shared with only you, he could try to believe the lies he’s fed himself his entire life. 

It wasn’t possible. Not with the castle in his periphery or the memories of days past haunting his mind. 

“I’ve gone to meet a potential marriage candidate,” he admitted. “In the East End City. A duchess.” 

Koushi didn’t know how you would react to this admittance of the truth, but he knew that you weren’t stupid. You knew how things worked. 

You saw it coming, and you were aware that this time spent with him was only borrowed. This prince was never yours, and you could never be his. 

You pulled out of his arms, but he took your hand and held it like he’d never let go. 

“Koushi…” 

“Don’t,” he said. “Stay. Stay with me, please.” 

The warmth of the sun had been taken away as clouds rolled in. And the beauty of the flowers surrounding you had started to fade as you realized why he showed you them today. 

He pulled you closer to him, catching your lips in a kiss that was desperate and honest and final. His lips were trembling but he kissed you deeper anyway. 

Koushi was reminded of when he was introduced to this garden. At eight years old, his mother brought him to this wondrous field of imported flowers and hard work, and told him, “This is yours, my son. Take this as a taste of all the land you will rule one day. And when it is time for you to take a wife, you will bring a princess here and ask for her hand. This garden is yours to share with only her.” 

This place was his. This garden was his. His life was his. And, yet, he was meant to share it only with the one chosen for him. With a princess presented to him in an arrangement based on expanding his father’s kingdom. With a true queen. 

He couldn’t believe it. This had always been his life, it had always been the truth, and yet he couldn’t accept it. 

All he knew was that the only person he could ever share himself with was you. The only one whose hand he’d ask for, here in his garden, was you. 

“Marry me,” he said against your lips, taking your hand and holding it against his chest. He was so desperate for this to be real that he was crying for your answer to be yes, for everything to change, for his wasted wishes to come true. 

But you didn’t have an answer. The choice was made for you. All you knew to do was kiss him while you still could, and avoid speaking the truth. 

The only thing either of you could do, just to stay sane, was avoid what was true. Distract yourselves with each other, get lost together for as long as possible, because, “We don’t have much time left. Soon, I’ll...” 

Koushi’s unfinished sentence made your ears ring but you forced yourself to forget what he said. Nothing else mattered but that moment, and right then, you could still pretend you were his. 

“Let’s just make the most of it,” was your response, and both of you knew what that meant. 

He needed to show you how much he loved you one more time. He had to really have you, to take you again, because tomorrow he would no longer be yours. And you needed to forget everything but him.

Your back hit the ground as Koushi climbed on top of you, and it was hard to know that this would be the last time you got this view. 

“This garden could be ours,” he said as if he was making an offer that was viable. “I would give every single flower to you if I could.” 

“I would share them,” you replied. “Everyone should get to see something so beautiful.” 

You were right, Koushi knew that. But the thought of this place being just for the two of you made his heart warm; it made everything feel okay. That’s why he brought you here. 

He took your words as his own, “Let’s make the most of right now, okay?” because he had nothing better to say in a moment like that. 

And that’s what the two of you would do, because that’s what you always did. Making the most of your time because you didn’t have a lot of it, spreading the clock thin - you both thought you had gotten good at it, until now, when your time was really running out.  

“Take me,” you whispered to him, and he would. 

Koushi knows he shouldn’t rush this. He should go slowly, value every second, examine every inch of you and embed each curve and blemish and perfection into memory, but he couldn’t. He wanted to get to the point; to be one with you for the final time. 

But as he worked to get there by undressing and watching you do the same, a realization seemed to hit him all at once, like a sharp gust of wind hitting his face. 

Could he handle a last time? 

Even worse - could he let himself do this with anyone else? 

He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to find out. 

It didn’t have to matter right now. He didn’t have to care about anything else besides what was happening then. In that moment, you were underneath him, waiting for him, needing him, and you were all his and the most beautiful thing in that garden. 

“I love you,” he reminded you, even though his body was proving it to you; just the sight of you had him on edge, and he needed you now more than ever. Coaxing himself inside of you only amplified that feeling; there was no build up or hesitation, because neither of you needed it. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your hips moved against his, and he could feel how desperate you were. You wanted more, you wanted everything he could give you. You begged him to move faster, and he complied. 

“Look at you,” he said, watching in awe as you took his length. He was slapping into you desperately, and you were loving it. “Feels like I was made for you, you feel so good. You take me so well, I love you so much, fuck.” 

You wanted to respond, you had more to say, but you were lost in the way he was making you feel, watching his every move and reacting to his every touch. It was rough and loving at the same time; it was enough to make you forget, and that’s all that mattered to you. 

Right now, he was yours - he couldn’t be anyone else’s. 

He asked himself if it was too soon to finish, and decided it didn’t matter - your body was bringing him there with no choice of his own. And he had to bring a hand down to circle your clit as fast as he was fucking you so that he’d get you there first, just to be sure he wasn’t the only one getting the most out of this. 

Your moans proved to him that you were getting exactly what you needed. He came right after you did, kissing you through it and fucking you even after he was finished just to convince himself it was lasting longer. 

He was breathless and tired and sad; he refused to pull out of you even when it started getting uncomfortable. He wanted to be connected with you for as long as possible - forever, if he had things his way. 

“I’m only yours,” he said to you. He meant it. “Always yours.” 

You were going to reply, but the ring of the evening calling bell interrupted anything you had to say. 

That bell marked the end of your time with Koushi. 

-

Weeks later, news of the King’s sudden passing haunted the kingdom. Its people were stuck in mourning, lost until the young Prince would take the throne. 

Soon, rumors of a queenless heir rang throughout the village. 

Koushi took the throne. The duchess he had mentioned to you before, however, didn’t. 

Days later, you were terminated from the poor paying job as a royal servant. 

The next day, a bouquet of flowers was left on your doorstep. When you found them, you knew there was only one person they could be from, and it could only mean one thing. 

Koushi was yours; only, always yours, and soon, he would make it true.

-

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 3: aphrodisiacs 

[admiringlove]

doubt

+pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

+synopsis:  tsukki, the boy you’re desperately in love with. the boy who holds your hand softly as the two of you walk home together from school. the only question is, does the boy love you back just as much as you love him?

+genre: angst; fluff.

+word count: 1.6k

+warnings: none.

+author’s notes: this is an older fic, please note that my writing style has gotten better and i am producing newer fics that are better than this one. not that this fic is necessarily bad(it’s good i hope) but just my style has improved much more.

— request.

HIYA! I saw the request were open so I just wanted a full angsty Tsukki imagine. Do anything you want, I want that ANGST :DD

You and Tsukki had been dating for the past few months. Yamaguchi, being the neutral friend of the group, would always come to the rescue if the two of you had a fight or need help in talking to one another.

However, tonight was different. The dusk comes as a promise of starlight, of those eminent pearls of the twilight that sit as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. The heat of the day has ebbed to a soothing warmth. The sunshine has lost its luster, and the colors of the atmosphere are softened.

You, a teenager who had just gotten a 76-percent in Physics, was itching to find some comfort. You had pulled countless all-nighters for these exams. You had stayed up so many nights studying the reflecting rays and the incident rays and the formulas that you were just disappointed in yourself. You were in a bad mood already; expecting some calming words from Tadashi or Kei, you walk towards the volleyball gymnasium to find Tsukki, who looked so concentrated on the practice match being played.

The boys were practicing in so much perspiration and purpose, that you felt like simply watching them excel from afar. You sighed as Sugawara and Daichi greeted you before ending practice ten minutes earlier than usual, as everyone seemed drained. You waited patiently as the boys went to get changed, Hinata giving you a high-five and complimenting you before leaving.

"I'll walk you home after changing, will you wait for me?" Kei says as he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. You nod, "Sure thing, Kei."

The blond walks over to the club room with everyone else, and you notice that Kei had left a shirt in the gym.

You headed to pick up Tsukishima's shirt that he had left behind. And as you headed up the stairs of the club room, you could overhear Tsukishima and Yamaguchi talking.

Talking about... you?

"Tsukki, shush. They're your [S/O]," Yamaguchi mumbles with paranoia evident in his tone. Tsukishima scoffs halfheartedly, looking away. He rolls his amber eyes in ignorance and continues, "They lied saying they studied for the Physics exam. Why would they want to lie about studying? It's them that got the lowest grade of the class, not me."

You hide next to the half-open door—heart breaking into pieces as you hear Tsukki say those words—and Yamaguchi gasps slightly when he sees you. You gesture him to keep quiet as you wanted to hear what Kei had to say about you. Truth is, you felt as if he was slowly falling out of love with you. He never gave you any song recommendations anymore, he never walked home with you, he never even bothered to talk to you, which was what pained you even more.

“Tsukishima, why would you say that about your own partner?” Suga asked to lighten the mood a little, but Tsukishima only replied, “I don’t like it when people lie to me.”

And then, the boy continued. 

"It's annoying to even be with them, at this point. They're clingy, and—"

You clutch the shirt in your palm tightly, walking away. You didn't want to hear anymore. Rapidly blinking to stop the tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, you sped up your pace. Your shoulders dropped in resignation as you tightened your chapped lips in a straight line. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, as you grabbed your backpack and began the walk towards your home. What could you do, anyway? Beg him to stay with you a little longer? Obviously not, that would make you look desperate.

But what could you do, anyway? You didn't want to admit it, but you were desperate. You were desperately in love with the sarcastic remarks, the signature smirk, the teasing eyes, the nonchalant "good morning, [Y/N]-chan", the recommendations of songs that would blow your mind, the sweet midnight trips to your house just because he was bored, the small lingering kisses that would make you want more, and what else? There was so much about Tsukishima Kei that you were in love with. You couldn't put it into words even if you tried. You imagined a future with him even though the two of you were high-school freshmen.

You were alone, walking the empty streets as tears welled up from deep inside your heart and coursed down your cheeks. Like a warm waterfall in the middle of autumn. You were being killed by your own unruly thoughts that were getting the best of you. How was he going to break up with you? Was this it? Was he simply never going to talk to you again?

You finally got home, shrugging your mother off saying that you weren't in the mood for dinner as you wiped your tears and ran up the stairs.

You avoided Tsukishima for the whole week. After all, what good does a clingy [S/O] do other than annoying their partner?

"[Y/N]!" you hear Tadashi's voice echo through the corridor just as you're about to leave. You stayed behind for a couple of extra minutes because you liked the soothing silence your school provided. The bell ringing, the leaves of the trees rustling, the smell of books and chalk, the nostalgic feeling overwhelming you of memories buried deep.

The school was a safe place without anyone around.

"Ah, Tadashi!" you grinned, you grabbed your belongings and rushed over to the boy, greeting him once again. He rubs the back of his neck nervously as he asks, "You haven't talked to Tsukki all week, have you?"

"Oh, I haven't? I didn't notice," you chuckle nervously, obviously knowing that Yamaguchi was concerned about you since the day he had seen you overhear his conversation.

What you didn't know, was that Tsukishima was standing merely five feet away, hidden inside a classroom. He was quizzically standing there, not moving an inch so he could hear what you had to say. Did you want to break up with him? Was that why you hadn't initiated a single conversation with him? Was that why you would leave your home earlier than usual so you could walk without him? Was that why you wouldn't even bother to look at his message(even though he had only tried to contact you twice—one text, and one call)?

"[Y/N], I know you heard when Tsukki complained about your grade in the Physics exam," Tadashi grimaced, gritting his teeth as he tried to look away from you. You widened your eyes as you tried to find a suitable explanation that would fix the problem in front of you.

Tsukishima, on the other hand, was shocked. He didn’t know you were there that day. His hands were in his hair as he slowly sunk to his knees. His breathing becoming more rigid, more uneven as his mind went frantic. You had heard him call you clingy. You had heard him openly criticize you in front of the whole team. You had heard him say such mean things about you.

He couldn't fathom what you were feeling.

"It's not like I care about Physics anyway," you giggle, trying to lighten the mood, "Even if I got a low score, I still passed."

"Can you not joke around?" Yamaguchi asked in a deadpan tone that made you get goosebumps. You sighed, looking at him right in the eye, and claimed, "The other option is I cry and face my overwhelming sadness that my own boyfriend called me clingy and dumb even though I try so hard to be a person he deserves, so no."

To say that Tadashi was taken aback, was an understatement. You smiled as you let out a dry chuckle, and walked away.

That night, Tsukishima Kei was the one crying himself to sleep.

"Good morning, [Y/N]-chan," you heard an all-too-familiar voice behind you as you walked out to buy groceries. You stopped in your tracks, [E/C] eyes widening as you let out an unintentional hum.

"Can we talk?" he asked. You turned around hesitantly to see that his features no longer displayed the desultory expression he used to display. His forbearance was dying by the passing minute—he was worried as he stepped toward you, but stopped as he witnessed you take a step back.

His amber eyes searched for some comfort in yours, but he couldn't find himself to look at your face—as if your hurt expression would break him down even more. He never meant to hurt you with his snarky laid-back words. He didn't even mean most of them.

"I'm sorry if I have been a clingy or annoying [S/O], Tsukishima," you mumble, kicking a pebble lightly. It doesn't even pain you to say it anymore—your voice is calm and emollient as if you didn't mind saying these words. He grimaced at the fact that you didn’t call him “Kei” as his guilt uproared even more. 

Your tone caused him to wince as he looked up at your face. There was no sign of apathy, like your tone. Instead, your eyes were shut tightly, as if you were trying to stop yourself from having a breakdown right there. He stepped closer to you, hoping that you wouldn't walk away this time, as he placed a palm on your head—gently fiddling with the strands of your [H/C] hair. His touch is like embrocation; the sudden relief of all pain cast inside has been let out along with a single tear taking its course on your cheek.

Your furtive façade breaking down slowly as he held you in his long, yet firm arms. You were like a gossamer—so delicate, that Kei was scared he'd break you.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things about you. I shouldn’t have ignored you," he mumbled into your hair as he embraced you tightly. You shook your head in disagreement as you muffled out a reply, "I was the one that didn't do well. It's my fault."

"You did your best," he mused. You hummed indulgently, as he held your hand in his, "I'm walking you to wherever you're headed."

"You don't even know where I'm going," you chuckled out, as the boy smiled down at you, "So? I meant it when I said I’d follow you anywhere when we began dating.”

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[mendokusai-san]

a/n: single mother!reader x timeskip!suga coming up. I don’t write about him a lot, so I hope I did his character justice. 🙏🏻

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“mummy!”

your child leaps into your arms as soon as she sees you, clad in her slightly messy school uniform. you laugh and catch her in your arms, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“did you have fun today, sweetie?”

“I did, I did! sugawara-sensei’s class was sooo fun!”

the said teacher appears behind her, the very man with grey hair and his shy, sheepish grin. you’re honestly so thankful for his presence–being a single parent does not grant you much time with your daughter, but she seems to grow amazingly day by day in his care.

“thank you again for your work, sensei. I really couldn’t have managed without you.”

he laughs, a shy hand over his nape. “just doing my job, ma’am. I should thank you for raising such a wonderful kid.”

a few children come out of the door, and your daughter soon lets go of her embrace to run after her friends. sugawara instinctively saunters to them, preventing any funny accidents that are very possible with so many kids running around— he’s in front of a parent, for God’s sake!

without realising, you look over at the teacher fussily trying to keep the children at bay, and you can't help but think how much you actually need the presence of a father. the biological father isn't a choice anymore, and you're glad to keep it that way–but juggling between work and raising kids can be tough, and it has been taking a toll on you, more than you'd like to admit.

"sorry–they're usually not this chaotic," the teacher says, stopping your train of thoughts.

"oh, don't worry, sensei–I know how chaotic they can get," you reply, chuckling. "you seem to be handling them amazingly, though." you glance at him, who seems to have turned quiet, and smile at him. "it's okay–you can share. I'm not gonna give you a bad evaluation in parent-teacher conferences."

that successfully earns a laugh from the grey-haired man. "thank you," he says. "well, I'd love it if they can be on their best behaviour at all times, but we all know it's a joint effort."

decided to give your daughter some more time to play with her friends, you continue the conversation. "what made you choose this job in the first place, sensei?"

"I love kids," he says, a frank smile on his face. "I think I can bring some good to the world by helping them grow to be wonderful people… or, at least, wonderful children, who are a little older."

you fall silent as your mind travels back to the time when you were pregnant with your daughter. it was a blessing to you–not so much to the man you had her with. having kids was not part of your plan, but you don't think it was necessary to leave altogether–it was still his daughter, after all. in the end, you're glad the trash took itself out, but if only… if only you had met someone like sugawara-sensei earlier–

holy cow, did you just think of that?

"ma'am? are you okay?"

you blush. "I'm fine! I was just–"

"mummy!" your daughter comes running to you again. for once, you're thankful for her timing. "mummy, you've been playing with suga-sensei! no faaaair, we wanna play with him too!"

"sorry, sweetie." you chuckle and turn to sugawara. "seems like your student misses you," you comment. sugawara laughs.

"mummy, do you like suga-sensei?"

you blink, a little bit taken aback. "I do, baby. he's a great–"

“mummy, if you like him so much, couldn’t he be my papa instead?”

your daughter’s blunt words catches both you and sugawara off guard— it's clear from the pink blush creeping on his cheeks, and he averts his gaze.

“(d/n)! God, I’m so sorry, sensei— I’m sure she didn’t mean that!”

to your surprise, sugawara stays silent as he walks up to you. “I, uh, I wouldn’t mind,” he begins in a quieter voice, a sheepish grin gracing his lips. “going out with you, I mean. unless you do.”

they say you find love in the most unexpected places… and you certainly didn't expect being asked out on a date by your daughter's teacher on a very normal day, but maybe it's time for you to open a new chapter after all.

[genesisrose74]

Believe It, Baby

AHH HELLO I LIVE!! I am so sorry about my lack of publishing content besides some general community posts as of late - I’ve probably said this before but school is a buttface sometimes :// I’ve been really enjoying the new episodes of Haikyuu so I decided to finish a self indulgent fic to try getting back on track! Kinda like how it worked out so here it is!! Yes, it is Hinata again, how did you freaking know???

Pairing: Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

Words: 2122

*******

“I don’t believe it for a damn second.”

The ginger under scrutiny groans for what seemed the eighth time that day, shooting his friend an exasperated look as they walk into the practice gym. “I swear, Kageyama! She’s in the college preparatory class with Yachi!”

At this, said blonde turns her attention to the entering duo with a curious tilt of her head.

“What’s this about someone in my class?” she inquires politely.

Kageyama glances at Yachi. “Hinata says that he’s dating one of your classmates, which I say is a bunch of crap.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Bakageyama? I’m her boyfriend!”

Tsukishima scoffs from across the gym.

“Sounds like someone had too vivid of a dream last night,” he jeers, Yamaguchi snickering beside him.

Even Tanaka and Noya doesn’t seem to believe the aspiring ace, the former clapping a hand on Hinata’s shoulder with a philosopher’s air about him.

“It’s alright to be single, little man. You don’t gotta go and make something up to look cool.”

Hinata huffs before shuffling to set up the court for practice, while Sugawara takes his position as mother crow by smacking the troublemaker second years upside the head.

“I for one believe you, Hinata,” the silver haired setter declares, smiling when the first year boy beams with happiness.

“Thank you, Suga-senpai! At least someone here does.”

“Mind telling us what she’s like?” Daichi chimes in.

Hinata’s grin blossoms even wider, and his gaze turns excited. “She’s amazing, and really smart, and super competitive! And she’s...also really pretty…” he trails off in embarrassment.

Suga gushes at his flustered state, ruffling his kouhai’s mop of orange hair. “Look at you, all affectionate. She must be special.”

Yachi follows up with a nod of agreement at Sugawara’s statement, joining Hinata on the court for set up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s her name?” the manager in training questions.

When the middle blocker tells her proudly, the remaining first year boys all bust out in laughter.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Yamaguchi guffaws. “Isn’t she like one of the smartest students in our grade?”

Hinata nods affirmatively, and Tsukishima shakes his head with a dry laugh. “Try picking a more believable person next time, Hinata. There’s barely even a chance that you’ve ever crossed paths with her before, let alone dated the girl.”

Yachi, on the other hand, takes a moment to ponder on Hinata’s words, not even close to giggling like the rest of her fellow first years.

“You know,” she mumbles to herself, “that’s honestly not that far of a stretch, considering how outgoing she is.”

The orange haired boy offers her a weary half-smile for at least thinking he had a shot with who he claimed, but made no further attempt to emphasize that he was in fact dating said girl. It was clear that nearly none of the team would believe him without solid proof.

Coach Ukai grabs the team’s attention, and from then on leads a rotation of digging drills to help improve everyone’s foundational abilities. This format of training continues for most of practice, such routines making it easier for some of the boys (namely Tsukishima) to laugh about Hinata’s “attempt'' at having a girlfriend in line. Said middle blocker remains in a pouty mood due to such circumstances, but decides to keep it quiet for the time being - lest he dig a bigger hole in which his teammates could tease him.

Soon enough, practice for the day is over, and the Karasuno boys organize their things in the club room before filtering outside. As Hinata waits outside for the rest of his team to come downstairs, the whole team planning on making a stop at Ukai’s store, his phone screen lights up with a soft chime.

Hi sunshine! Did your practice just finish?

The first year smiles, knowing that you must have snuck him a text during your student council meeting, and quickly opens his phone to type something back.

Hi angel!! Yeah, we’re gonna get something at Ukai’s rn

Hinata playfully raises an eyebrow at your fast response, the chat bubble popping up right away. Usually you’re pretty invested in your club meetings, so today’s must be a pretty boring topic.

Wanna save me a meat bun pretty please 🥺

If there’s an extra I will <3

:D hehe thank u love

Tanaka’s voice breaks the ginger’s focus from his texts, the second year shouting about food as he ushers the team towards the school exit. Hinata tosses his phone into his practice bag and catches up with the walking group, his mood significantly improved from just minutes ago.

*****

The town is basked in the soft glow of street lights as the team makes their way down the hill to Ukai’s, currently unaware of a presence in a sprint to get to them.

Your fellow Student Council members had shot a bewildered look in your direction as you scrambled to pack up and hustle out the classroom door. You ushered a quick goodbye to them before stuffing your phone in your skirt pocket, determined to surprise your boyfriend after the council meeting ended early.

Maybe you were starting to regret the idea of running in the god-awful flats Karasuno High enforced in their dress code, but you pushed past the irritation in favor of keeping pace. That meat bun wouldn’t stay hot forever, you reasoned, but in reality the opportunity to see your shining boyfriend truly drove your motivation.

After finally getting a glimpse of a large group near the base of the hill, a spark of victory flames in your heaving chest at your persistence. With a heavy sigh, however, you realize that your competitive ball of energy was likely at the head of the bunch, racing that setter with whom he always argues. Your plight was not over yet.

So, attempting to reign in your eagerness to see the ginger haired boy of your affections, you continue the path down the quite steep hill, this time using the art of determined speed walking. The soles of those forsaken flats on your feet would not be forgiving if you started running again, anyways.

When you finally manage to close in on the team, Sugawara is the first to notice you, observing for a moment before nudging Daichi on his right. The Karasuno captain looks confusedly at his vice captain, the latter’s eyes holding a parent-like intuition.

“I think that’s her,” the silver haired third year murmurs, nodding his head in your direction as you make your way closer.

“Who’s her?” Daichi whispers back, and Suga looks like he’s about to karate chop him in the side.

“Hinata’s girlfriend, Dai!” he hisses. “Look at who she’s focused on.”

Daichi follows your gaze to find the little decoy first year at the end of it, causing him to raise an eyebrow in surprise. “So he really wasn’t pulling Kageyama’s leg.”

The two third years of Karasuno watch you with great interest as you inch your way to the front of their group, more of the boys taking note of your presence with the passing moments.

The only few who don’t seem to notice are the gaggle of first years in the front, many of whom are bickering with each other. Yachi is the only one in your grade to see you as she walks beside Kiyoko, and you give her a small wave before putting a finger to your lips. All she can do in response is nod, mouth slightly agape at the fact that you even acknowledged her in the midst of your pursuits.

“-If there’s an extra bun in the bag today I call dibs!”

“And since when have I ever listened to you, pipsqueak?”

“Who’re you calling pipsqueak, you giraffe!?”

You have to conceal your chuckle at the group’s antics. You’d been told a handful about the first years known as Hinata’s teammates, but had yet to formally meet them due to your consistently busy schedule. Today, you felt it was about time for that to change.

Yamaguchi picks up on you, followed quickly by Tsukkishima when his freckle-faced best friend notifies him with a tap on the shoulder. Even Kageyama, who somehow managed to get into yet another argument with Hinata, slows his banter as he gazes at you, completely bewildered.

The last person left in the dark is - of course - none other than your dumbass of a boyfriend.

“Why did you get so quiet all of a sudden?” the aspiring ace inquires. “It’s ‘cause you realized that I would win the argument anyways, huh?”

The boy jumps when he feels you sidle up next to him, brushing your arm against his own.

“Yes, sunshine, that’s surely the reason.”

The first year whips his head to face your playful smirk, before practically launching himself into you and trapping you in a bear hug.

“You surprised me!” he exclaims with a giddish grin, nuzzling into your figure.

“That was kind of my plan,” you laugh. “Student council meeting ended early, so here I am.”

Hinata didn’t seem to want to let go of you any time soon, so you resorted to taking his face in your hands and pecking his cheeks.

“You gonna introduce me or not, silly?”

The middle blocker was blushing like crazy at this point, reddening with the realization that his entire team was a current audience to the little show taking place.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend,” he gestures to you awkwardly, and you couldn’t hide the small smile that curls on your lips. “You’ve probably seen her with the Student Council before.”

You wave enthusiastically to the team, many of whom are still recovering from the newly confirmed discovery (namely, some very skeptical first years).

“So, he wasn’t joking?” Yamaguchi spoke up, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Aw yeah, Hinata!” Tanaka whistled, “Sorry that I ever underestimated you!”

“Good job, Shoyo!” Nishinoya affirms, jumping on his second year best friend in excitement. “She’s a cutie too!”

The first year squeezes your midsection tighter to your surprise, seeing as his face was practically steaming from previous team comments.

“She is cute,” he mumbles, and the unexpected statement elicits a laugh from your lips.

You tap the ginger’s nose playfully, bringing his attention to your content smile. The sight of it causes him to grin right back giddily, momentarily forgetting the larger group beside him once more. “Saved me a meat bun, Sho?”

He was like this whenever at the other’s house or on a date: mushy, cuddly, affectionate, the whole nine yards of fluffiness. Public spaces involving acquaintances, however, was a bit of a different story, as Hinata got very easily flustered in front of teasing friends. Even without meeting the other team members of Karasuno before, it was quite obvious.

“I always manage to when you ask,” he responds proudly, although a faint frown briefly appears on his features for a moment, “but Tsukishima’s being a bit of a jerk about it today.”

The blond in question sends his fellow middle blocker a look of annoyance, before his expression melts into a cheshire grin as he turns to you.

“Just didn’t want him eating too much, that’s all,” he explains. “Overindulgence isn’t a great habit for athletes, you know. But since you’re actually here and not a figment of Hinata’s imagination, that’s absolutely fine with me.”

“Hey! You saying I’m a pig or something?” the first year pipes up with a glare.

Tsukki smirks. “Or something.”

Sugawara steps in to lessen the obvious tensions between your feral ginger and the smug beanpole, giving them both a deathly glare that practically screamed, ‘don’t make me whoop your asses in front of a student council member’.

You giggled at the team’s dynamic, one that clearly resembled a rambunctious family on their nightly outing together. It really was just as you had imagined the first time your boyfriend described it to you - with maybe a bit more emphasis on the rambunctious than you had previously inferred. But it was actually quite enjoyable to be around.

As the group finally started on their way again after your surprise introduction, Hinata came up beside you once more with a curious glint in his eyes.

“What are you smiling all giddishly about?” he inquires, head tilted a fraction.

You can’t help but chuckle a bit at the question. “I just really enjoy being around your team is all.”

The aspiring ace of Karasuno interlocks his fingers with yours as you stroll along together down the street, his teammates in tow as they observe the situation before them with some remaining bewilderment.

“Good, cause I think they might like you too.”

[honeystwiggypeach]

So Ive been reading your haikyuu "didn't know they where dads" and was wondering if you could maybe do one for suga and daichi.

Ps they are great and super cute

I definitely can!! I’m so glad that you liked it!! I think they’re very interesting to write since I rarely write conflict!!(just letting you know that I’ve only written for Daichi once and idk if it was to good…) for Sugas I changed it a little!! Also!! I should start working on the prompt list soon just wanted to say that!

I am so sorry for how long this took! I was in school and my school is like I think an hour or two longer than the average school here😭😭

Tw- drunken one night stands(suga), probably cursing, arguements, let me know if I missed something!

Suga

He’d be ecstatic, he’d always wanted to be a dad. Your precious daughter was the result of a drunk one night stand and you had met Suga only a few times from a friend before, you couldn’t really careless though, she was amazing and your favorite person always asking if she could draw pictures with you when you’d try and write things. The problem was really that you didn’t know how to contact him as said friend ended up breaking their friendship with him.

Unfortunately, Yui was starting school today, unfortunate for you not her. Yui was insanely excited to start school as she bounced on her feet asking if you guys could leave yet.

“Just a second honey, a few more things and let mommy get a photo please?” You tell her as you open up your camera app, you see her pose and you snap a few photos.

“Ok ready?” She nods happily.

When you walked into the building there he was, his eyes widen dramatically as he drops his gaze to the little girl who’d suddenly gone nervous at the idea of being left here.

“Suga?” You ask quietly and he nods, it’s evident that he knows Yui is his daughter, it wasn’t like she didn’t look like him, she had a similar mole near her eye, his eye and hair color, and a matching piece of hair that as much as you tried to flatten simply wouldn’t stay.

“So this is uhmmm” he motions toward Yui and you know what he’s trying to ask, you nod a bit.

“I tried to contact you but you know with everything…maybe we can talk about this after school” you suggest as he nods taking hold of Yui’s hand as be guides her to sit with the rest of the kids.

“I’d like that”

Daichi

It ended bitterly, you couldn’t grasp that his job wasn’t dangerous.

“Daichi, and what do I do if you piss someone off one day and they hurt you?”

“That’s not going to happen!” He yells right back and before you knew it it was over.

Too stupid of an argument to apologize for as the both of you had taken it too far.

But almost a whole year later, you’ve got two precious babies, a boy and a girl and they’re the lights of your life.

“Good morning my loves” you coo turning the lights on in their nursery as they smile and giggle bouncing in their cribs, “who wants to go to the park?” You ask as if they could understand.

It felt like you’d been in the house for days, besides the sun was good for them. So you loaded them up into the double stroller and buckled them in placing a few snacks on the tray to keep them occupied as they giggled and babbled.

You smiled softly letting your mind lead your legs to the park not even thinking twice to go down main street…coincidentally the same street Daichi directs traffic on…

So when his eyes widen at the sight of you you begin speed walking down the street as he calls after you buzzing on his walkie talkie for someone to take over his position.

By the time he’d reached you he was panting hands on his knees as you leaned over the stroller the babies cooing happily.

“Daichi” you speak, your words come out sharp and harsh, harsher than you intend.

“Listen I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I see you moved on had kids,” his heart wants to break at the idea.

“Daichi” you mumble

“that’s fine, I just want you to know I still love you.” He finally catches his breath as you roll your eyes.

“Are you done?” He nods as you pull back the little visor on the stroller.

“They’re definitely yours…I didn’t settle down at all and I love you as well but we’re kind of a package deal babe” you tell him in almost a joking manner.

He’s nodding the most serious look on his face as he looks down at the twins both staring right back up, eyes the same dolor of brown as his are.

Pls let me know if you want to request anything because I love writing requests so much!!

[octo-cutie]

Bokuto Koutaro is an influence to many if not all young volleyball players including the son of Y/N, a single mother who tries her hardest to make ends meet while providing the perfect life for her son. When Bokuto offers to help her out at the request of her son, how else is it supposed to play out?

Warnings: Awkwardness, fem reader, accidental violence

Chapter 9: This feels right to me

Bokuto sat next to Y/N who held Kaoru in her lap as the taxi driver drove the six of them back to Bokuto’s apartment. It was mostly quiet save for the sounds coming from Hinata’s phone as he watched funny videos from the group chat. From his peripheral vision he could see that Y/N was fighting off sleep and kept shaking her head in order to stay awake. It was almost cute. It reminded him of a kitten who was trying to drink water but couldn’t quite see the bowl since it’s eyes were so new. Nonetheless Y/N did eventually drift off and fell against Bokuto’s broad arm while her arms tightened around Kaoru who had been asleep for a good 20 minutes now.

Bokuto immediately tensed up at the feeling of her soft cheek against his muscles. How could he not? A gorgeous woman who he may-or-may-not-be-but-most-definitely-is developing feelings for, was now fast asleep and drooling slightly on his shirt. He inconspicuously tucked a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and wrapped an arm around the two of them and pulled his phone out.

Another 20 minutes later or so, the taxi driver pulled up to Bokuto’s house and quickly helped deliver the luggage from the trunk while Bokuto counted out the bills to pay him. Bokuto leaned back into the car to gently shake Y/N awake with a smile hoping that she’d greet him with her angel eyes.

Instead Y/N clocked him in the nose.

“Oh my god! I am so so sorry Bokuto-san!!” Y/N squealed as she transitioned a still sleeping Kaoru to another seat in the taxi. Hinata and Atsumu howled with laughter from inside the car. as Y/N frantically tried to examine Bokuto’s nose and begged him to let her fix it. Sakusa on the other hand simply rolled his eyes and helped Y/N by picking Kaoru up out of the car and taking him into the house. Once the three who were staying at Bokuto’s were inside, the other three sped off in the taxi.

“Seriously Y/N-” Bokuto hissed with a grimace holding his nose “-I’m fine.”

Y/N didn’t let up however and followed Bokuto to where his medical cabinet was. Bokuto took a seat on the sofa next to a sleeping Kaoru who had been placed there by Sakusa, while Y/N began to scrounge around looking for some ibuprofen to give him so that she could check on his nose. It wasn’t bleeding, and thankfully, it wasn’t broken. Bokuto laughed inwardly at the amount of care and attention she was giving him. He wanted to bask in it as much as he could while she and Kaoru were here for the week.

As he sat on the couch and watched Y/N fuss over him, he couldn’t help but let a goofy smile crossover his face while Y/N checked his nose for any breaks. Her fingers gently turned his face back and forth to make sure that there would be no bruising and once she’d deemed him in tip-top shape she went to check on Kaoru.

“I do really apologize for that Bokuto. I don’t know what came over me!” Y/N said picking Kaoru up and taking a seat on the couch in order to keep him close to her. Boktuo simply waved his hand and looked over at Y/N who had a look of guilt etched on her face.

“Don’t worry about it. It was kind of funny y’know? Anyway, would you like to put Kaoru down in the guest room? I could make some food for you if you’re hungry!” Bokuto asked, letting his knee bounce excitedly. Y/N nodded and Bokuto was quick to stand up, leading the way towards the guest bedroom.

“I have an extra air mattress somewhere, probably if you don’t want to share the bed with Kaoru.” Bokuto whispered, rocking on his heels just outside of the door while Y/N tucked Kaoru into the covers and kissed his forehead. Bokuto’s heart was slightly reminded of how his mother would do the same thing to him when he’d wandered into his own parents room oh so long ago.

“No thank you. I’ve shared less with him before.” Y/N whispered as she shot a smile towards Bokuto. That smile caused his stomachs to recreate the backflips he did before his first ever pro match. He nodded and motioned for Y/N to follow him towards the kitchen.

“I still can’t believe you wouldn’t let us stay in a hotel.” Y/N spoke up, breaking the silence between them. Despite the daily texting, random emails and bi-weekly face times and having him visit Miyagi for that one week, it had only been 2 months since the first letter had come into Bokuto’s possession. But the level of trust that Y/N had for this man already due to his following of his promise to pay her bills. She wouldn’t tell him but she had cried an abundance of happy tears about it.

“You’re my guests. But of course you know if you’re not comfortable here I could set you up somewhere else!” Bokuto had gently insisted. He’d insisted enough over the phone and onced Kaoru heard about the possible living situation Y/N found herself being bombarded by both of them to relent and stay in Bokuto’s house.

She’d agreed under the pretense that Bokuto would not enter their room without permission. Just for safety, she’d reasoned which went over well with the owl man.

“Well while he sleeps would you like me to make some dinner?” Y/N asked “As a thank you for today?”

Bokuto looked at her with wide eyes. Y/N making him food? In his own house? The sheer idea of the domesticity that she was offering made his head spin. How was he supposed to respond?! He vaguely remembered nodding before resolving to text Akaashi. He’d know what to do.

Y/N left to explore the kitchen and Bokuto whipped his phone out.

Well it was safe to say that Akaashi was no help…

Bokuto sighed and slumped against the couch mulling over the weirdness he felt in his chest. He hadn’t felt anything like this since his last year of high school with Sango… his ex-girlfriend.

They’d broken up after Bokuto had picked signing with the Black Jackals for a full season, over their relationship but Bokuto was sure at that point in his life that she was the one he’d settle down with. Sango had made him dinner after practice, attended his games as his “number one fan,” and made him feel so happy inside.

But… Well somewhere in the back of his mind Bokuto could feel that this was different. Y/N was still practically a stranger to him. She was very careful to not let him get too close to her without diverting his path to something in the present.

It was like he was on a journey through space and every time he thought he’d found a way to the next planet, Y/N would alter his course and his spaceship would find its way back to Earth.

As Bokuto pondered his thoughts in the living room, Y/N was frantically fanning her own face. She had started on a simple meal of fish stew, rice, and veggies. She didn’t want to go too overboard with cooking since his kitchen was so beautiful and nice. If she’d had the chance to have a kitchen like this, she’d be able to cook her to the extent of her dreams.

Y/N fell into a trance as she cooked and shifted her weight occasionally as she hummed a little lullaby to herself. Bokuto who was still thinking on the couch found his thoughts invaded by the sounds and smells emanating from his kitchen. He stood up and walked towards the entrance of the kitchen, standing outside unsure of whether he was permitted to enter Y/N’s little sanctuary. She was so calm as she swayed to her own music and the little scene playing out in her head.

Eerily, Bokuto was reminded of his own mother and how she and his oldest sister would make up their own little song and dance as he and his youngest sister watched from a distance having been banned from the kitchen after the Great Flour Incident of 2000.

Seeing Y/N in this state turned back time for him, reminding him of his 4 year old self holding his blanket to his chest, waiting for the woman in the kitchen to motion him over to help set the table or stir the hotpot.

“Bokuto you can come in. It’s your own kitchen afterall.”

Bokuto was broken from his own trance and walked into the kitchen slowly, taking in the delicious smells that Y/N had created for the two of them.

“Smells delicious. What did you make?” Bokuto asked sliding behind her to get a better view of what was cooking on the stove. Y/N’s face erupted into a blush as she realized how close in proximity the two of them were. Either Bokuto didn’t notice or Y/N was overreacting but she could feel her neck and face burning as Bokuto’s hand took Y/N’s hand that was holding the spoon and brought it to his mouth to taste the fish stew.

“J-just… just fish st-stew.” Y/N stuttered, turning to face Bokuto and coming face to face with his broad chest. Bokuto looked down at the smaller woman that was caged between him and the stove and blanked. This position that they were in should have seemed scandalous and he should have moved away from her. Y/N gulped and lightly pressed her hand against his chest pushing the two of them away from the hot stove.

“Did you like it?” Y/N asked quietly as Bokuto’s hand wrapped around her smaller one. The size difference… Bokuto could feel his heart race as he observed the size difference...

“I think I’d like anything you could make for me...” Bokuto spoke with a low voice, his face moving closer to her own. Y/N nodded, squeezing his hand and lifting her face to meet his.

‘Her lips are warm.’ his brain concluded placing his hands on her waist.

‘He’s a good kisser.’ she thought, wrapping her arms around his neck.

‘This feels.... right to me.’ was the only other thought that passed through their minds as they kissed for what felt like eternity.

That night Y/N lay awake with Kaoru sleeping next to her. Dinner had definitely been comfortable but also slightly awkward. The two adults continuously stole glances at each other but looked away when they caught the other staring. Bokuto had silently helped her wash the dishes as Kaoru sleepily walked back to the room and wished her a goodnight before she shut her door separating the two of them.

What in the world had possessed her to kiss him? Was it because she was that lonely? But then why hadn’t she felt that way when Sugawara kissed her?

She sat up and tucked her knees under her arms and looked over at her sleeping son with her face pressed against her arms. She wondered internally if it was wrong of her to continue to deprive him of a strong male presence in his life.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of love. On the contrary she idolized it. However she struggled to overcome the fear of being left and forgotten once more. Her heart couldn’t handle losing another person she loved with all her heart and soul just because she wasn’t good enough.

Her mind ran amuck as she snuggled down against her son and slowly but surely drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The following morning was hectic. Since it was game day and Bokuto was their ride, Y/N found herself waking up at 5am to get ready to follow the athletes routine to getting himself ready for the day.

Bokuto had left a note on the kitchen island explaining that he was most likely out running and that she was free to make breakfast if she wanted to and that he'd be back as fast as possible.

Y/N sighed as she re read his scribbled letter looking in the refrigerator for eggs to make some scrambled eggs. Kaoru had woken up excitedly and badgered her until she'd gotten out of bed.

"Momma when do you think Bokuto will be back? I hope he comes back soon! He said he had a surprise for me." Kaoru said clinkinghis fork against one of his toy cars. Y/N served him his eggs and sighed remembering the conversation from the last night. Bokuto had eagerly told Kaoru that if he ate all his veggies and got a good night's sleep, he'd get a present. Y/N looked over at Bokuto who had a mischevious glint in his eyes that made Y/N giggle lightly.

"Well he'll probably be back faster if you eat all of your eggs. Including the tomatos." Y/N said spooning eggs onto her own plate. Kaoru nodded as he sipped his milk and ate his eggs.

Sure enough once he'd finished his eggs, the door opened and Bokuto walked into the kitchen with a large smile and a very sweaty shirt.

"Hey little man! Mmmm smells like your mom made some great breakfast! Did you eat all of them?" He asked patting Kaoru's back and looking over at Y/N who gave him a plate of eggs for himself.

"Yeah can I see the surprise now?" Kaoru asked excitedly bouncing up and down on his chair. Bokuto pretended to think about it before smiling and excusing himself to his room. He returned a few moments later with something behind his back.

"Close your eyes little man. No peeking!"

Kaoru covered his eyes with his hands as Bokuto revealed a custom jersey made for the kid.

"Ok you can open them!"

Kaoru opened his eyes and shot off his chair over to Bokuto, wrapping his arms around Bokuto's leg.

"MOMMMA BOKUTO GOT ME A JERSEY MOMMA LOOK AT IT ITS AMAZING!! GIMME GIMME GIMME!" Kaoru shrieked trying to grab the jersey from Bokuto's hands. Y/N sighed as Bokuto dropped the jersey into Kaoru's little hands.

"Momma help me please." Kaoru said handing her the jersey.

"Not until you say thank you. That was a very generous gift." Y/N scolded slightly as she helped him get dressed. A muffled 'THANKS!' came from Kaoru as he stripped himself of his shirt. Y/N pulled the jersey over his head and stepped back to admire her son in a real jersey for once.

Bokuto placed his arm around her shoulder and squeezed it affectionately.

"Consider it an early Christmas present." Bokuto whispered in her ear. Y/N rested her head against his sweaty arm before pushing him away demanding that he go shower.

If you'd like to learn more about what you can do to help single mothers/single fathers/single parents, look for opportunities at your local foodbank, homeless shelter, and after school care groups!

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