#sugawara koshi fluff

warnings: NSFW, dom!suga, lil degrading…. lotta praise!

word count: 4498

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This was your worst nightmare. Never in a million years did you think that you were stupid enough to do it, but here you are. Running for your life to the gym where your best friends were practicing, praying to gods that Daichi is strict about no one being on their phones. Because while you were taking very… not school appropriate photos… you accidentally sent one to your best friend, Koushi Sugawara. You didn’t live too far from the school, so you were hoping that by the time you got to the gym that the boys would still be practicing. You could take Suga’s phone, delete the photo, and act like nothing happened.

That was the best case scenario.
What actually happened was that you barged into the gym to see the boys cleaning up. Your eyes skimmed the room madly, looking for Suga. Tanaka and Noya ran over to you, but you completely ignored them. Instead you asked where Suga was, desperation in your tone. 

“Last I saw he was in the equipment room with Hinata,” Noya said, pointing at the closet across the gym, “I see Hinata’s hair, so if he’s not there you could ask him?” 

“Thanks!” you yelled as you took off towards the closet. Daichi looked at you suspiciously as you ran, wanting to call out to you. He didn’t, however, because you had this insane look in your eyes and he definitely didn’t want to be the one to stop you in the middle of this. When you got to the door and looked into the small room, you saw that there was only Hinata inside. He smiled at you, but it quickly vanished when he saw the panic in your expression.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Hinata asked worriedly, stepping towards you.

“No time,” you panted, “Where is Suga?” 

“Changing I think?” he said in a questioning tone. You nodded, taking off once more.

You were very aware of the eyes on you at the moment. The entire team wanted to know what was happening, but you wouldn’t stop running. You couldn’t. You had to get to him before he checked his phone. So, despite the exhaustion creeping in your legs, you ran as fast as you could.

Finally, you made it to the changing room. You didn’t think twice as you swung the door open, “Suga!”

Silence.
He was there. Standing right in front of you. He was sitting down… 

With his phone in his hand. 

“No,” you cried out, trying to take the phone from his hands. He just looked at you with wide eyes. He moved the phone away from your reach, standing up so he could hold it over you.

“I have a feeling you didn’t mean to send me that,” he quipped, looking down at you with an amused smile. 

“Stop smiling at me, you jerk!” you whined, jumping up in an attempt to reach the phone, “It was an accident!” 

“You were in my jersey,” he grinned, looking up at the photo once more. 

Defeat. That’s all you felt. Utter defeat. 

You fell to your knees in exhaustion, dropping your face in your hands, “Can we pretend it didn’t happen please?” 

He looked down at you with a soft smile before handing you the phone, “Here,” he said softly, “Delete it.” 

You looked up at him in surprise, “Really?” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, allowing you to take it from his hands, “You didn’t mean to send it. I’m not going to keep it if you don’t want me to.” He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a warm smile on his face. He watched you as you deleted it, a small inch of relief taking you over. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, keeping your head down as you handed his phone back to him, “Can we pretend that it didn’t happen?”

He was silent for a moment before he finally answered, “No. No I don’t think so.” 

You flinched slightly, your frown growing deeper, “It was an accident, Suga.” 

He nodded, shoving his phone back into his pocket, “I understand that you sending it was an accident, but-” his hand reached out to your chin, slowly lifting your face up until your eyes met his, “wearing my jersey? That wasn’t an accident, was it?” 

“No,” you whispered, stunned by the look in his eyes. 

“Didn’t think so,” he grinned, “Who were you going to send it to?” 

“No one. I was just- I just wanted to take a photo.”

“In my jersey? With my name across your back?” his voice was deep, slightly strained. It was as if remembering the photo, picturing the way your half naked body looked as you sat on your knees, legs spread open to show your lacy black underwear… seriously affected him. His thumb gently brushed your cheek, “What else have you done while wearing my jersey?” 

Your face turned bright red, making Suga chuckle. You wanted to lie. Say that the photo was the only thing you had done, but he knew you better than that. He would know you were lying. 

“I guess that answers my question, doesn’t it?” he grinned happily, standing up from the ground. You watched him curiously, but he didn’t speak. He just stuck out his hand to help you off the ground. 

“You’re not angry, are you?” you asked sheepishly, not brave enough to look him in the eyes. 

“Definitely not angry, Y/N,” he answered you, “I don’t think anybody would be angry about that.” You sighed a breath of relief, thankful that you weren’t going to be lectured. He smiled down at you, ruffling your hair slightly. 

“Okay so since that’s dealt with,” you laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet, “I’m going to go home now. And drown myself in embarrassment.” You turned to leave, but Suga stopped you by holding onto your wrist. 

“You’re not leaving just yet,” he smiled, stepping towards you. His free hand cradled the back of your neck, moving it to where you were looking up at him, “We-”

He was abruptly cut off by Hinata and Kageyama bursting into the room. When they saw the position Suga was holding you in, it was almost as if they froze in midair. You smiled sheepishly at the boys, pulling yourself away from Suga. Begrudgingly he let you go, looking at the two boys with a glare. 

“I’m gonna go home, okay?” you smiled up at Suga, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll walk you home, just let me finish getting ready okay?” you nodded at him, squeezing past the two first years to get out of the door. 

“I’ll be in the gym waiting okay? I wanna say hi to Kiyoko.”

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The walk back to your house was strangely quiet. Normally you and Suga talk the entire way there and occasionally he’d come in and hang with you just to talk about whatever weird topic the two of you could land on. But today he was silent. You knew that sending the photo was going to make things a little awkward, but he won’t even look at you right now. 

When you finally made it to your door, he smiled at you. It was the first time he even acknowledged you since you left school. 

“Are you wanting to come in today?” you asked shyly, “I could make something to eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after practice today.” 

He thought for a moment, almost unsure if he should actually follow you, “Yeah I’d like that. We should talk about the whole thing anyways, right?” 

You laughed a little, opening the door and allowing him in, “I would actually rather us not talk about it.” He chuckled, kicking off his shoes and placing them beside yours. You removed your jacket and hung it over the coat rack beside the door before turning to take Suga’s to do the same. When you reached out for his jacket, you saw that he was staring at you with his lips slightly parted.

“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re wearing it now?” he asked in a strained tone, his eyes trailing down your body. You could almost hear his thoughts, wondering if you had the other item of clothing still on as well. 

“Y-Yeah… I took them today. When I accidentally sent it, I ran straight to you.” 

“Them?” he repeated, looking into your eyes, “You took more than one?” 

When you nodded, he shivered. He wanted to see them. Better yet… 

He wanted more than just a photo of it. 

“Dammit, Y/N,” he whispered, dropping his jacket to the floor and stepping up to you. You stepped back in surprise, your eyes never leaving his. 

“A-Are you okay?” you asked him, “I can take it off?” 

“I’d like that, but not in the way you’re thinking.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Not in the-” 

Suddenly, he had your back against the door and your legs around his waist, “Get it now?” 

You did, but that isn’t what you said, “I don’t. I guess I’m a slow learner.” 

Suga chuckled, dropping his head against your neck and brushing his lips against its curve, “I guess I’ll have to explain it, huh?” 

“I guess you do,” you choked, moving your head slightly to give him more access of your skin. 

“I want you,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “I want you right now. In every single way you will let me. I want to see you underneath me, on top of me, or pressed up against every single wall in this house.” 

His hands were tightly gripping your ass, keeping you against the door. With every sentence and pause, he would place single kisses on your warm skin. 

“I want you,” he paused once more, looking into your eyes this time, “tied up, wearing nothing but my jersey, begging for me.” 

“What if I say I want that too?” you asked him, lifting your hands off his shoulders and threading them through his hair, “What if I said I wanted you to spoil me?”

“Do you?” he asked, a hint of insecurity in his eyes. You just smiled at him and nodded. A soft groan left his lips. He didn’t answer you verbally, instead he just pressed himself forward and took your lips in his. You reacted immediately, tugging his hair to keep him against you. He didn’t keep you there for long. He pulled you off the door and led the two of you to your room, already knowing where it was since he had spent so much time here before. Your parents weren’t around much anymore so Suga would come over and spend weekends with you to make sure you were safe. So when he reached your bedroom door, he just about kicked it in. 

“Please don’t break my house,” you giggle against his lips. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead moving his lips down to your neck. He sat the two of you down on your bed, keeping you on his lap. Finally able to use his hands without being afraid of dropping you, he cradled your neck once more. Just like he did when Kageyama and Hinata interrupted you. He didn’t waste a single moment in pulling your lips to his, kissing you harshly. You’d always seen Suga as someone soft and sweet, but right now he wasn’t able to pull himself back. Right now he wanted to break you. 

His fingers threaded themselves through your hair, holding onto the roots and tugging greedily. When a thrilling moan left your lips, it was as if he was lit on fire. That’s what he was searching for. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling you begin to grind against him. Stuttered moans left his lips, “God I am going to wreck you, do you know that?” 

“I’m looking forward to it,” you whispered against his lips before pressing your palms against his shoulders to make him lay onto his back. He happily followed your orders, allowing you to be the dominant one. Just for a little bit.

His hands crept into your jersey, his jersey. Slowly, his fingertips skimmed along the flesh of your sides, finding their way to your bra. Soft sighs left your lips as you stayed straddling him, Arousal formed between your legs as he teasingly rubbed circles around your clothed nipple, causing your breathing to go heavy.
“Koushi,” you whispered needily, grinding your hips down onto him. 

Red. That’s all he saw when you moaned his name. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear you say it louder. He wanted you to scream it on the top of your lungs with his hand wrapped around your throat. He craved it. 

He bundled the jersey up in his palms, lifting it over your head as carefully as he could. Though he did say he wanted you in only his jersey, he needed all of you exposed to him now. Once the shirt was removed, he flipped you onto the bed, crawling over you and taking your lips with his. With one hand, he undid your bra and helped you slip it off of your breasts, throwing it across the room without a single care.
His hand reached up, grabbing onto your newly exposed breast. As he was grinding against you, he circled his thumb around your nipple. You gasped as his fingers grasped the perked center, softly playing with it between his thumb and index finger. When your mouth opened in a gasp, he took the chance to deepen the kiss. 

“More,” you whined as he pulled his lips away from yours momentarily. 

“Anything for you, princess,” he whispered with a sweet smile, his fingers abandoning your nipple and repositioning themselves a lot lower. He was barely touching you. There was no pressure being applied to the area, but just feeling the ghostly touch of his fingertips over your pussy caused you to moan excitedly. 

“Please Koushi,” you whined, writhing uncomfortably underneath him, “I need you, please!” 

“Good girl,” he smiled brightly, kissing your lips sweetly before unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off of your feet, discarding them at the end of the bed. He didn’t come back to hover over you, instead he stayed sitting on your legs, keeping you pressed to the bed. 

His eyes greedily took in the sight of your nearly bare body, “God you’re beautiful.” 

“Compliments later,” you whined, your hips lifting in protest of his delay, “Touch me, please.” 

“Patience, baby,” he shushed you, a wicked smile on his face. He let his fingers softly trace the damp fabric covering your pussy. Whimpers left your mouth as his touch only intensified your arousal. He looked up at you as he applied a small amount of pressure, watching to see your reaction. 

“Koushi please,” you cried as your back arched, small tears forming in your eyes, “Please I can’t take it anymore.” 

He looked at you and shook his head, “You will take what I give you when I give it to you. Stop being a brat, Y/N.” 

You weren’t sure what it was about what he said, but your stomach turned into knots. Your legs instinctively squeezed together at his words, excitement pooling between them. Suga looked up at you in slight surprise, not expecting someone as sweet as you to like being talked to like that. 

“Oh this is gonna be fun,” he whistled, staring down lustfully at your disheveled body. His fingertips slowly slid off your underwear, discarding them thoughtlessly. The sight of you completely bare underneath him caused him to pause. The way you were breathless just by his touch. You were absolutely beautiful. 

“Suga,” you whimpered at the lack of contact. He looked down at you, finally leaving the daze he was in. He looked at you expectantly, wanting to hear you use your words. You whined and reached for his hand, attempting to drag his body down to yours. However, he didn’t budge. He stayed above you, a devilish smirk on his beautiful lips. 

“Beg.” 

“Excuse me?” you asked, baffled by his demand.

“You heard me,” he chuckled, “I want you to beg for me to touch you.”

Tears formed at the ends of your eyes, desperation sweeping its way through your entire body. You didn’t want to beg, you didn’t want to sound so desperate. But you were. You needed this more than you needed to breathe. You got a taste of his touch and now it was being cruelly dangled right out of your reach. You could have it, all of it… at the price of just a little pride. 

“Koushi, please touch me,” you whimpered pathetically, “I need you.” 

A shiver shocked Suga’s spine at your words. He wasn’t sure if it was the use of his first name, the confession, or the way your voice seeped out with so much helpless desperation. Whatever it was, he liked it a lot. So much that he dipped his head down between your opened thighs. His tongue expertly dove between your folds, collecting the juices his actions had compiled. Your back arched as a lusty scream erupted from your lips. Suga shrunk against the mattress, wrapping his arms around your thighs and flattening his palms against your stomach to push you back against the mattress. Your fingertips twirled between his silver locks, keeping him pressed against your heat. His tongue circled your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. 

“Suga,” you called out desperately, feeling a small knot beginning to form in your stomach. But it fell dim as his actions ceased. You looked down at him and almost whined at the loss of stimulation, but you fell silent when you saw the look in his eyes. His hand slowly slid up your stomach and chest, all the way up to cupping your throat. You whimpered at the feeling, not completely sure how you felt about it. Suga’s face appeared in front of yours, an almost cold look in his eyes. You shivered in excitement. 

“Now princess,” he mumbled, increasing the pressure on your throat, “I’m gonna need you to remember my name, okay?” 

You nodded feebly, not once looking away from his eyes, “Yes, sir.” Your face turned bright red at your words, but before you could correct yourself, Suga went on to speak. 

“God, you look so cute with my hand around your neck.” 

Oh 

“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly. Suga chuckled at your request, but he wasn’t going to turn you down. Not when you were looking at him the way you were. 

“Anything for my princess,” he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. It scrunched up at the contact, causing the both of you to smile. Suga moved his hand off of your neck and onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it off on him. You watched with a mesmerized smile, ready to become familiar with his entire body. When his hands reached for his belt, you stopped him. 

“Can I?” you ask shyly. He looked up at you surprised, but nods anyways. 

You lay him on his back, moving to straddle his waist. You begin with his lips, pecking them sweetly. Suga looked up at you with cloudy eyes and a goofy grin. Slowly, you moved your lips across his neck, collarbones, chest, and hips. He watched you kissing his flesh, showing appreciation and care for every bit of his body. Regardless of insecurity or flaw, you showed him you loved each bit of it. You unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down. You carefully removed them from his body and placed them on the floor. You kissed up his thighs, smiling against them. When you got up to his fully erect cock, you bit your lip and looked into his eyes. He watched you with so many different emotions in his eyes. But when you placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock, the lust shone brightest. You slid your tongue up the side of it, never once losing eye contact. When you reached the top, you shifted your head over and took him into your mouth. Suga gasped needily, his hand gripping your hair. You took him slowly, not too sure just how much you could take. You had never done this before. I mean, you did okay at the dentist? Doesn’t that count for something? 

Before you could do too much, Suga’s grip on your hair tightened. He yanked you up, sitting up in the process and kissing your lips harshly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, looking at him with a confused pout. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing your forehead, “But I’m impatient. And if you do that, I might give in a little too early.” 

You giggled at his words and nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. You watched him as he reached inside your dresser, pulling out the box of condoms your mother had bought you a few weeks ago as a joke. Seeing that Suga was coming over all the time, she thought it would be best to have protection at the house. She didn’t listen to the two of them when they were desperately trying to explain nothing was going on between them. It was a good thing she didn’t listen to them. You watched him as he ripped off the wrapper and slowly slid the condom onto himself. When he was finished, the two of you looked at each other in the eyes. You looked at him so nervously, but not Suga. Suga just smiledat you, caressing the side of your face and pulling it closer to his. He attached his lips with yours, moving elegantly alongside yours. But as the seconds went by, the two of you got hungrier. He flipped the two of you around, placing you on your back. He pushed your knees up against your chest before aligning himself with your entrance. You thought you would be scared at this moment, but you had no reason to be. Not when Suga was looking down into your eyes and telling you ever-so-sweetly that it’ll be okay, that if you wanted to stop they could, that he thought you were absolutely beautiful. 

Slowly, he inserted himself. A gruff moan left his lips at the feeling of being inside of you. Your walls were shifting to make room for him. He opened his eyes to look down at you. You lay beneath him, your cheeks bright red and your lips parted. Your eyes were closed in pleasure as soft moans crept from your lips with every short breath. 

“God you’re just so beautiful.” he whispered, taking in this sight. He wished he could take a picture so he could remember this always. 

“Koushi,” you replied in a small tone, “I think I love you.” 

“I think you’re gonna love me a lot more in a minute, princess.” 

Without another word, he bottomed out inside of you. A shrill of pleasure and pain tumbled out your mouth at his actions. He loved the way you sounded when you called out for him. He slowly thrusted inside of you, coming all the way out just to repeat the motion. Feeling you pussy cling against him as he entered you became his favorite feeling in the world. 

“You take me so well, princess.” 

“It’s too much,” you whimpered. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he assured you, brushing your hair back as your body attempted to move closer into his. 

“Koushi please,” you whimpered, unsure of how much more you could take. 

“Keep being a good girl for me,” he whispered, “I know you can take it.” 

You nodded, trusting him. He smiled down at you and continued his slow thrusts. You whimpered and whined at the feeling, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. Soon the pain subsided and was replaced with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Feeling your body grow comfortable with his pace, Suga allowed one of your legs to fall against the bed, taking the other to wrap around his waist. He thrusted faster into you, using his free hand to massage your clit. The added simulation caused you to writhe against him, mewls of pleasure echoing in the empty house. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, slamming his hips into you harshly. You yelped at the pain, “You like it when I fuck you like a whore, princess?” 

Your walls clenched at the words, giving Suga the answer to his question. 

“Answer me,” his voice was sharp and demanding. 

“Yes sir,” you whimpered in response.

“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up onto your knees. He aligned himself behind you, inserting back into you without any warning. When your back arched, Suga reached forward and grabbed onto your throat, pulling your back up against his chest. He fucked you ruthlessly, keeping his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. He listened to every plea, every cry, and every helpless desperate moan that he was able to draw out of your body. He loved the way he could make someone as sweet and innocent as you cry out like a filthy slut. He loved that you trusted him that much with your body. 

He allowed his free hand to roam the front of your body, massaging your perked nipples. 

“Koushi, I’m gon-”

You didn’t even finish what you were going to say before he pushed you face down onto the mattress, holding onto your hips tightly as he began to mercilessly slam himself into you. You cried out as loudly as you could into the pillow, feeling your orgasm coming closer. There was no way you could hold it back longer, not with the way he was drilling into you. But when Suga reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it back but keeping your chest to the bed with his free hand. The added feeling just made your body snap. You cried out his name as your walls began to clench and unclench around him. He rode out your high with you, greedily taking in all the sounds you made. 

“Koushi,” you whimpered, your body basically going limp beneath him. You looked back at him with bleary eyes, your orgasm still racking through your body. The spent look on your face was all he needed. Seeing that he had made you feel like that caused his thrusts to sputter, releasing himself into the condom. He moaned out your name as he rode out his high before finally dropping down beside you on the bed. He effortlessly removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the trash beside your bed before turning and pulling your naked body into his. 

“I love you too, princess.” 

“Does this mean I can keep the jersey?”