Interhigh Qualifier Tournament

"I actually made it." I sigh, having just arrived at the qualifier match in the second set. I set my crutches to the side, leaning on the bannister, far away from the others. Once Aima got word of my ankle, she had demanded I don't come to the tournaments until it was better. I still wanted to support the boys though, so I had come in disguise. I wore a mask and a cap, my hair pulled up into a ponytail and sunglasses over my eyes. "Not suspicious at all, wearing those sunglasses inside. If you want to blend in, I'd take them off." Someone chimes beside me and I pull the sunglasses off, hooking them in my jacket pocket. "Better. Now, who are you hiding from?" He chuckles, pointing down at the court as I shake my head. "I'm not hiding from anyone on the court. My friend over there would kill me if she found out I was here." I mumble, discreetly nodding my head over to Aima who was cheering for the boys. "Oh I see. Maybe I can help you then?" He says, rounding to the other side of me and leaning on the railing. "Help me how?" I ask and he plucks my sunglasses from my pocket, sliding them on and draping his arm over my shoulder.

"You can be my 'girlfriend' who's mad at me for hurting my ankle. You hurt your throat screaming at me about it, losing your voice." He hums and my mouth twitches at his little story, knowing that it would be better than whatever Aima would have me do. "Well, if it comes down to it, how did you hurt your ankle?" I ask and he smiles even wider, patting my shoulder. "If it comes down to it, you don't say anything and let me handle it. You lost your voice, remember?" He chimes and I slowly nod my head, turning to watch the match. "What's your name, by the way?" He asks and I spare him a glance, raising an eyebrow. "Well, since I'm helping you… and if I need to come up with a name on the spot, I don't want to accidentally use yours." He says and I can't help but snort, smiling lightly. "Kimiko. Kimiko Suzuki." I say softly and he nods his head, turning to the match. "I'm Yuji Terushima." He says and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Because I want you to know my name." He says, answering my unspoken question. "It's nice to meet you, Terushima-San." I say though he shakes his head. "I'm your 'boyfriend', remember? Call me something else." He says and I hum softly, leaning on my palm.

"Okay then, Teru-kun." I say, though he groans softly, face palming. "Boyfriend, babe, haven't you ever had one?" He says and I shift slightly, avoiding his gaze. "Um, baby?" I say, though he just laughs at me. "Okay, I get it, you're new to this. Why don't you just call me lover boy?" He says and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Lover boy?" I ask and he nods, smiling widely at me. "Lover boy." I sound it out slowly, feeling him shiver as he pulls me a little tighter. "You got it, now come on, let's watch." He chimes, his voice a little rougher before we turn back to the game. "You know, I think I've seen you from somewhere." He says and I hum softly, taking a closer look at him. The blond hair, the brown eyes, the pierced ears and toned body; he was distinct, if I had met him I would've recognised him. "Mm, I don't think we've ever met, I don't think I'd forget you." I say, his lips curling in a smile as he looks over me. "I don't think I'd forget you either, but here we are. Maybe if you pulled down your mask I'd recognise you." He says and I shake my head, before snapping my fingers. "Oh, do you have tiktok?" I ask and he blinks, slowly nodding his head.

"I was trending a while back." I say as I pull out my phone, opening my tiktok and showing him one of the videos. "Oh! That's it! You're the tongue girl!" He laughs and I furrow my eyebrows at him, tilting my head. "Tongue girl?" I ask and he smiles widely, pointing at his tongue- he had a piercing there. "You can tie a knot with your tongue, I loved that video. I watched it a thousand times." He chuckles, looking over me again, slower this time. "So, which one of the people on the court are you cheering for?" He hums and I shrug my shoulders, seeing the match is almost over. "The Karasuno team, they're my friends." I say and he smiles at me, patting my shoulder. "Good to know." He chuckles and he takes my phone, beginning to scroll through my tiktok. "And these guys?" He asks and I just turn back to the court, watching as Karasuno scores another point. "They're my friends, those videos were all taken at their volleyball training camp." I say and he gives me his phone back. "Then are you their manager?" He asks and I shake my head. "No, but I might be next year." I say and he hums softly. "Are you a middle schooler? You look a bit old for that." He asks, gently rubbing his chin. 

"Nope, I'm in my second year of high school." I say and his hand slides down from my shoulder to my waist. "You don't say? Me too." He chuckles and I clap as Karasuno scores the winning point. "Oh! They won! Ahh, I want to congratulate them but they think I'm at home." I say, clicking my tongue as I lean off the banister. "Your friend is coming." He says and my eyes widen as I turn to face him so she doesn't see my eyes. "Kimiko, is that you?" Aima says and Teru turns back to me, his hands sliding to my hips. "What did you think of that game, babe?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders, glancing back down to the court. "Uh, Kimiko?" Aima asks and Teru turns to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, are you talking to us?" Teru asks and I see out of the corner of my eyes that she crosses her arms. "Who are you?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as Teru smiles widely at her. "I'm Yuji Terushima! This is my girlfriend, Sakura." Teru says and I can tell that Aima is getting impatient. "A pleasure, but if you don't mind me asking, why isn't your girlfriend talking and what happened to her leg?" Aima asks though Teru gives her a genuinely confused look.

"Oh, those crutches are mine. I hurt my ankle during practice yesterday. She lost her voice lecturing me on it." Teru laughs, Aima shifting lightly as I cross my arms. "You can't still be mad, babe. Come on, wasn't last night proof enough for you?" Teru sighs, pulling me into his chest and I look up at him. "You're so cute when you're mad. Makes me want to do it all again." He says, pulling down my mask a little and kissing my nose. He grins at me and I shove him away, huffing as I drop my head down and to the side. "If you don't mind me asking then, why is she having trouble standing?" Aima asks, not sounding completely convinced as Teru chuckles. "You see, that's the thing. I had to shut her up somehow and now she's even more mad. I went too rough showing her it wouldn't affect me, which is part of the reason she lost her voice." Teru chuckles, grinning widely at me though I punch him in the shoulder, making him laugh even harder. "I see… Sorry about the misunderstanding, your girlfriend reminds me of a close friend." Aima says, walking away without another word. I wait till she's gone before raising an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms.

"Thanks for that." I mumble, my cheeks burning as I fix my mask. "Why not just tell your friend it was you?" Teru asks as I gather my things, taking my crutches and hobbling over to the corner. "She'd have me do something crazy. She's a really weird friend." I sigh, noticing that there was a little lunch box on the ground. "Can you give me your number?" He chimes as I grab the lunch box, looking up at him surprised. "My number?" I ask and he nods happily, offering me back my phone. "Um, I gotta get going, I don't think I have much time before she checks on me." I say, reaching for my phone though he pouts, pulling it out of my reach. "Come on, just your number!" Teru says, his friend walking over and blocking my escape route as I brush my hair behind my ear. "Sorry… I have to get back before anyone sees me." I mumble, clutching onto the lunch box as I try to reach my phone. "It only takes a second to give me your number." Teru says, smiling widely at me as I look up at him anxiously. "I'm sorry." I say, dropping my gaze though he clicks his tongue. "Well, I'll just get it from your phone real quick." Teru says, pulling my phone down and beginning to tap on it.

Hinata suddenly slides between us, looking tense, making Teru drop my phone. "Sorry! That's my lunch box!" Hinata says, beginning to push me away though I struggle on my crutches while holding onto his lunch box. "Let's go! Hurry!" Hinata says and I open my mouth to protest. "Wait up! We were still talking." Teru says, picking up Hinata by the collar of his shirt and tossing him to the side. "Hinata!" I gasp, though Teru offers me my phone, which now has a cracked screen. "Sorry about that, I dropped it." He says and I groan, taking my phone- could I afford to fix the screen? Maybe it was only the protector that was broken? "Excuse me!" Hinata says, jumping between Teru and I. "Suzuki-chan is our precious cheerleader, so um… um…" Hinata says, seeming nervous as he protected me. "Huh… So you guys beat the two-meter guy." Teru says, walking to Hinata and bending down to his level. "Huh? Well, yeah…" Hinata says, seeming less nervous now that Teru's attention was on him. "Aw… And I was looking forward to playing against the two-meter guy." Teru says, standing up and closing his eyes. "Play?" Shoyo asks and Teru opens his eyes, smiling down at Shoyo.

"Matches are super fun, aren't they?" Teru says, setting his hands on his hips. "Um… Did you get through the prelims?" Shoyo asks and I blink, wondering if Teru was also a volleyball player. "Prelims? We didn't play in the prelims." Teru says, closing his eyes and Shoyo looks surprised. "Huh? So you guys were in the Inter-High quarterfinals?" Shoyo asks, Teru opening his eyes again. "Ah, I think it was the semifinals." Teru says and Shoyo's eyes widen. "S-Semifinals?!" Shoyo asks, though Teru reaches over and pats Shoyo's head. "See ya. If we manage to bump into each other at the qualifier, let's have some fun and play." Teru says, walking past us with his friend in tow. "Have some fun and play…" Shoyo mumbles, following them with his eyes. "Ah. A-Apparently he doesn't need your number anymore." Shoyo says as I smile at him, feeling a little relieved. "Looks like you got his attention, Hina-kun. Sorry about that, and thank you. Here, you forgot this." I say and he snatches it and hides it behind his back. "This lunch box wrap is cute." I chime, his cheeks turning pink. "This is Natsu's… My little sister's! Not at all mine!" Shoyo says, making me smile.

"Hina-kun, do me a favor and don't tell anyone I came today will you? I don't want to worry them." I say and he looks surprised, though he nods. "I won't tell anyone." He says and we both calmly walk downstairs. "Ah! He took my sunglasses." I sigh, pouting as those were my favorite pair. Teru paused, his hand touching his head and pulling the sunglasses off. He had been so caught up in Shoyo that he had completely forgotten about Kimiko's sunglasses. Since she was the Karasuno cheerleader he knew he could see her later and officially introduce himself later and get her number. She was beautiful- he had only seen a peek of her face when he had kissed her nose, but she had perfect skin. He had felt her pressed up against him, he could still feel her, his body burning where they had come in contact. He lifted the sunglasses up, looking closer at them before he smelled a faint sweet smell. He paused, taking a deep breath of that sweet smell- what was that? He glanced around, but there was nothing it could've been. He lifted his shirt and sniffed it, surprised when a potent sweet smell greated him. Was that what she smelled like? Vanilla and sweet strawberries?

I hobbled up to the stairs of my apartment, having finally got home from the match. I shuffle over to my door, pulling out my keys and glancing up. Suga was staring at the door seeming tense, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Suga-Senpai?" I ask and he jumps, looking over at me and seeming surprised. "Suzuki-chan! You- you weren't home." Suga sighs, though he looks confused as I slide past him to the door. "Don't tell anyone, but I snuck out to watch you play the game. Congratulations on winning." I say, unlocking the door and sliding it open. "Oh. Thank you. Um..." Suga says and I step inside the house, setting my things on the console table. "Do you want to come in for a drink?" I ask, gesturing him in and he hesitates for a second before coming in, wiping off his shoes. I shut the door behind him, swinging my way to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, Suga-Senpai. What would you like to drink? I can put on a pot of tea, coffee, if you want water or one of my strawberry drinks." I hum as he walks to the kitchen bar, taking a seat. "Anything is fine." Suga says and I fill the kettle with water, putting it on the mount before turning it on, grabbing two cups.

I turn on my speaker, playing 'forever' by juice wrld and singing it softly as I begin to search the cabinets for tea. Suga slowly seems to relax, the kettle beeping as I put the tea bags in the cups and pouring the water in. I settle the kettle back down on the mount and put it on idle, offering Suga his cup before I hop up on the counter. "It's hot, be careful. If you want milk or sugar, let me know." I say, blowing lightly on my mug as I lazily kick my legs. "Um, Suzuki-chan, I'm sorry." Suga says and I pause, setting my mug down and turning to look at him. "Why are you sorry?" I ask softly, watching as he fiddles with the mug, staring blankly at it. "For punching that guy and making you get involved. You hurt yourself because of what I did, and I feel terrible for that. Let alone you hurt someone you are intimate with, when it should've been me." Suga sighs, looking into my eyes and letting me see the pain he was feeling. "Suga-Senpai… I'm going to be honest with you. I have no clue how I got those hickeys, but Arthur, that guy, took the blame. I don't know what he said to make you feel the need to punch him, but… he does stuff like that on purpose." I say, reaching over and fiddling with my mug.

"We're not like that though, but I know him like the back of my hand. That's why I did what I did, because if I didn't do that then he would've hurt you. I didn't want him to do that when you were doing what you believed was right at the time." I admit, brushing my hair behind my ear as I let out a slow breath. "He's weird, he doesn't care that I do stuff like that. He enjoys it even, in fact it's not the first time he's been put in that kind of position. You don't need to worry, he knows how to take a punch." I say, unable to help the small twitch of my lips at the memory of Arthur taking a punch or two from Kyo. "Oh…" Suga says, shifting lightly in his chair and dropping his gaze back down to his mug. "He wanted you to react like that, Suga-Senpai. He lives for that kind of stuff; I'm just glad I was able to stop it from getting worse. Besides, the doctor said my ankle will make a full recovery." I say and he slowly nods, though I can tell something else was bothering him. "What is it, Suga-Senpai?" I ask softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand. He sighs softly, setting his mug down and looking me in the eyes. "I want to check if there are any more." Suga says, completely serious as he stares at me.

It takes me a moment to realize he meant hickeys, making me hesitate before I strip off my shirt and jacket. "Come on then." I say, tossing them to the side and pushing my mug out of the way. Suga rounds the bar, picking me up and carrying me over to the couch, setting me down. I wait patiently as he sits behind me, taking my arms and gently stroking over them. His fingers were soft and warm, his touch ever so light on my skin. I shiver softly as his fingers slowly caress my arms before sliding to my back, brushing my pony tail out of the way. "One." He mumbles, his finger gently tracing along my chin where Kuroo had left a hickey. His fingers slide down my back, pausing at my bra strap. "If you want…" I mumble, though I fall silent when I hear the snap, my bra falling loose on my shoulders. I cup it to my chest, my face burning as Suga moves further down my back. He pulls me to lay down on his lap and I slide my legs out, careful of my injured ankle. Suga lifts my chin, looking over my neck before sliding his fingers along my shoulders, brushing my bra straps away. His fingers ghost over my sternum, pausing when he meets my hands. I feel my face burn, hesitantly moving my arms out of the way.

Suga pulls my bra off, making me shiver as the chilly air meets my chest. Suga's fingers returned, gently cupping my breasts, warming them as I sucked in a breath. My nipples hardened and Suga's gaze met mine, giving me a sweet smile. I cover my eyes, feeling shy as he gently fondled my breasts. I squeezed my legs together, nibbling my bottom lip at the subtle heat building in my stomach. Suga's fingers dropped down, stroking over my stomach- his fingers traced along the band of my jeans, making me shiver as he stopped right below my belly button. I suck in a breath as I hear a click and a zip, my hands darting up and grabbing onto his shirt. "S-Suga!" I gasp, though he pulls away, sliding his lap from under me and replacing it with a pillow. I cover my face again, feeling the couch shift by my waist as his fingers hook on my belt loops. The song ends and the next one plays- golden x get away by juice wrld- and I blow out a breath. "Hey google, skip this song." I call, but my phone doesn't pick up my voice from the kitchen. "May I?" He whispers and I hesitantly nod, lifting my hips. He easily slides my pants off, dropping them to the side as I squeeze my legs shut.

Suga's fingers find my tattoo, slowly tracing it and making me shiver. "Nen was a cesarean." Suga says, his finger tracing my faint scar as I slowly move my hands from my face. "Yeah." I mumble, our gaze meeting- his eyes were strangely soft, giving me a warm smile. I slowly exhaled, watching him as he slowly twisted my hips, his gaze falling down. His fingers gently stroked over my hip, admiring my skin as his fingers dragged down my thigh. I shudder at his touch, biting my bottom lip to hold back a moan. "You don't have to hold back, sweetheart." Suga says without even looking up at me, lifting up my calf and kissing it softly. I gasp when he twists my hips the other way, his fingers once again finding my hip. Suga goes extra slow and careful with my hurt leg, kissing my calf before he lifts it up gently. He lays my foot over the back of the couch, holding it there as his fingers begin to trace up my calf. I shudder violently when he passes up to my thigh, his fingers sliding higher still. "Two." He says softly, tracing a small circle on my innermost thigh. I whimper, my body trembling as I feel the heat between my legs intensify. Suga drops his head down, his tongue tracing the same circle his finger had.

I cry out, my hips bucking against him as I tangle my fingers in his hair. The next song plays (inner peace) and Suga's fingers gently brush my panties out of the way, making me gasp. "S-Suga!" I squeak, my face burning as I quickly cover myself, though he brushes my hand away. "I need to check here, too." Suga says, his voice low and rough as I cover my face with my arms. Suga's hands move to my hips, grabbing my panties and sliding them off, dropping them with my pants. I tremble as I take a deep breath, wanting to close my legs. "Three." Suga says, his tongue dragging over my other thigh, in the innermost part. "Suga!" I cry out in pleasure, bucking my hips- his tongue meets my dripping core, a moan escaping me. My hips fall back on the couch but Suga follows me, his tongue slowly sliding between my lips. My legs shake as I grab on tight to the couch, his hand gripping my inner thigh. Another moan escaped me when he found my aching bud, feeling light headed as he gently sucks on it. My body trembles as my legs curl up, arching my back as he does something weird with his mouth- he rolled his tongue under my bud as he sucked on it, almost like he was milking it-

I scream as stars flash over my vision, the bliss tearing through me so suddenly, ravaging my body like a wild beast. I writhe but Suga doesn't stop, my core throbbing as I gasp desperately for air. "S-Sah- Su… Suga!" I whine, watching as Suga's hand finds his pants, groping it lightly as his face contorted in pleasure and pain. "Suga- Suga!" I beg as his tongue flicks furiously over my bud, making me dizzy though I feel so empty inside. The next song plays (know me) and I grab tightly onto his hair, pulling him up to me. I crash our lips together, tasting myself on him as he groans softly. Our tongues tangle and he leans down on me, perching himself on his elbow. I lift my hips, supporting myself with my uninjured leg as I grind myself against him, whimpering desperately. Suga groans again, his hand grabbing my hip as he pants softly. He suddenly pulls away, sitting back on the couch as he gasps for air. "Sweetheart-" Suga says though I dragged myself onto his lap- so empty, it felt so empty- shoving his pants out of the way. "Suzuki-" Suga gasps though I slam myself onto him, crying out in pleasure as he groans loudly. His hands find my hips as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

I bounce on him, panting heavily as pleasure pulses through me, loving the feeling of Suga's fingers digging into my hips. "S-Su- zu- Ki-" Suga grounds out, his eyes falling closed as he buries his head into my chest, gasping desperately for air. I feel my stomach flutter at the sight of his pink cheeks, the obvious pleasure on his face- but he was fighting it. "Suga~" I moan, bouncing higher as his breath gets rougher, his face contorting in pleasure. "Sug- Ah- Suga y-you… you're… in… here… it feels so good!" I moan sweetly, my hand fluttering to my pelvis and he swallowed thickly. "Mmph! S-Suga~ you feel so good!" I moan and he looks up at me, a pained look on his face, though his eyes were full of pleasure. "Sweetheart, you should really stop- before I lose control." Suga grounds out and I whimper, dropping onto his lap and grinding against him. "B-but Suga! I want you!" I whine and he lays me down on the couch, a fierce, angry look on his face. "Baby, you fucking asked for it." He growls, making me shudder as he lifts my legs up and out of the way. His hands grab tight onto my waist, holding my back at an arched angle and making sure I couldn't move.

Suga jerks back before slamming his hips roughly against mine, my body jerking back with the force though his grip on my hips holds me right where he wants me. I cry out in pleasure, feeling a delicious tingle as he repeats the action, though at a slightly different angle each time. Loud, wet slaps sound through the room, echoed by our pants and my moans. I feel my body jiggle with every pound of Suga's hips, his eyebrows furrowed and a determined look on his face. I scream as he hits the spots that makes my vision flash white, bliss once again ravaging me like a wild beast. Suga's face relaxes, looking pleased as he keeps slamming right into that spot. I cry out in pleasure with every thrust, my body trembling violently as a satisfied grin spreads over his face. My eyes flutter closed as I let out a loud, sweet moan, draping my arms over my head as I pant desperately for air. "Mmph… Oh, sweet baby…" Suga groans as I feel myself throbbing on him, his cock twitching inside of me. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed tightly shut. "Suga…" I moan and he opens his eyes ever so lightly, looking at me with his eyes full of bliss.

I lift my arms up to him and he lets out a shuddering breath, dropping into my arms. He takes one of my hands and twines our fingers together, pinning it into the couch over my head. Our lips meet in a slow and sweet kiss, contrasting the pace of his hips, brutally rough. He wraps his arm under my back, holding me tight to his chest as I wrap my legs around his waist, sliding my hand under his shirt and clawing desperately at his back. He groans softly, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his thrusts become rapid and erratic. I bite and suck on his tongue, his thrusts slapping into me with all the power he had in his hips in return. "Gonna cum." He grounds out as he drops his head into my shoulder, biting roughly on. I moan, thrusting my hips into his pounding waist and making him groan as his hands slide down, grabbing tightly onto my ass. Suga hisses as his full body shudders, spilling his hot seed into me with one last thrust. I feel him throb and twitch inside me as he gasps for air, burying his head into my neck. I pant for air, closing my eyes and gently rolling my hips against him. "Shit, I just came inside you-" Suga groans, though he grinds into me in response to my rolling hips.

"Um- if you get pregnant-" Suga mumbles though I lightly shush him, pulling him in for a quick sweet kiss. "I'm on birth control." I mumble and he sighs, kissing me softly as his hand strokes my hip gently. I moan, our kiss deepening as our tongues tangle once again. I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the slow rock of his hips. Suga groans softly, his head falling down to my shoulder, gentle kissing and nipping my neck. I shiver as the next song plays (life's not fair), though Suga wraps his arms around me, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap. "Would you ride me like you were going too?" He asks and I wrap my arms around his neck, getting in a good position. "I'll do my best." I whisper, kissing him again as I start to slowly roll my hips on him. Suga's hands slide to my hips, gently stroking them with his thumb as our tongues meet in a lazily dance. I shiver as I feel him throb inside me, leaning back and putting my hands on his knees. I start bouncing my hips, Suga groaning as his head falls back on the couch. "Oh, Sugar… Please- don't stop, go just like that." Suga pants, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. His mouth opens and he gasps for air, his cheeks pink.

I feel my insides shudder at the sight of his face, the slaps that echoing sounding wetter. His hand moved between my legs, lazily rolling his thumb over my tender bud as he bit his lip. I moan sweetly, pleasure pulsing through me, feeling Suga glide in and out of me so easily, reaching deep inside me. I pant heavily for air and feel myself throb on him, my legs trembling as he groans loudly. "Oh, god- Oh, baby- Oh, sugar-" Suga whispers, rolling his head forward and giving me a pained look, his eyes full of bliss. "Suga, Mmph, I-I…" I pant, closing my eyes and letting out a loud moan, my bouncing becoming rapid and sloppy. Suga starts rocking into me and I scream as he hits that sends bliss ravaging me once again. Suga grabs my hips, lifting me up before slamming me back down on him. I cry out in pleasure as he guides me, rocking into me with every slap of our skin. "You're so fucking wet, so tight- you came again, didn't you, Sugar? Do you like cumming on my cock? Do you enjoy riding me with my cum deep inside you? I do, I'm fucking loving it." Suga grounds out and I whimper, my eyes fluttering closed. "S-Suga, I-I like it!" I cry out and he starts thrusting into me, groaning loudly.

"Oh, you like it? Does my sweet mama like to cum on my cock, or do you like riding me while my cum is buried deep inside you?" Suga growls, his thrusts getting rougher and making my head dizzy as I gasp for air. "B-both… I-I like it all!" I cry and his lips crash into mine, pulling me tightly to his chest. I moan as he grabs my hips roughly, thrusting harshly into me as he pants heavily. "Me too, Sugar, in fact I love it all…" Suga groans, biting my bottom lip before he thrusts into me one last time, spraying his hot seed into me again. I moan sweetly, falling limp on his chest as Suga holds me close, gasping for air. I let my eyes fall closed, so dizzy, an ache settling in my legs and exhaustion settling in my body. I pant softly, beginning to doze off as Suga gently strokes my hips. "Suzuki-chan?" Suga asks, though she doesn't respond. He peeks down at her, seeing she had fallen asleep while he was still buried inside her. He couldn't help but smile, securing her in his arms and carrying her to her room. She moans softly, considering he hadn't pulled out yet- he wasn't quite ready to leave her dripping wet heat. Every step he took he shifted inside her, making her quiver- yeah, he wasn't ready to pull out yet.

Suga carefully laid her down on her bed, her hair splayed out over the sheets as her lips slightly parted. It would just be a quick one, he was sensitive so it wouldn't take long but he wanted to take it slow and enjoy her. He took her hurt leg, holding it out of the way while he lifted her other leg, holding it up. He slowly rocked inside her, a shiver tearing through him- so soft, like fine satin- so wet, like an ocean- so tight, though he easily slid in and out of her. She whimpered, her eyebrows furrowing- he reached up, gently brushing the bangs from her face. "It's okay, Sugar." Suga whispers and her face relaxed, making him smile. Even in her sleep, she trusted him, and it made his heart squeeze. He slid his hand down between her legs, gently rolling her clit under his thumb. She moaned, her back arching ever so lightly- suddenly squeezing him tight. "Holy shit-" Suga gasps, a shudder tearing through him as he came inside of her, his head spinning as it had been so sudden. He gasps desperately for air, once again overwhelmed by the feeling of her- she was just too good. He reluctantly pulled out of her, looking down at the mess he made. His cum was dripping out of her- he swallowed the lump in his throat.

He was tempted to just slam right back into her, to pump her full of his cum, to hear him scream his name until she lost her voice. He slapped his cheeks, shaking the thought from his head before delicately picking her up, taking her to the shower. He cleaned her up the best he could and managed to resist the temptation before patting her dry. He carried her back to the bed, laying her down and heading to the living room to pick up her clothes. As he bent down he felt something wet on his stomach, glancing down- his pants were a mess, soaked wet from her riding him. He sighed, heading back to her room and putting her clothes in her dirty clothes hamper. He took a shower and headed back to the bed, wondering if he should just leave- he didn't exactly want to walk out with his pants dirty. He decided to do a load of laundry, tossing his pants in before heading to the kitchen, dumping their now cold tea and stopping her music playlist. He did the dishes, humming lightly to himself before he flipped the laundry. He heard a soft whimper, catching him off guard as he peeked into her room. She was shivering under the blankets, curled into a tight ball, seeming tense.

He slowly walked over and she whimpered again, tears in her eyes, making his heart ache. "It's okay, Sugar." Suga says, reaching over and gently petting her head. She seems to relax, her shivers stopping and a soft sigh escaping her. He smiled, pulling his hand away though she whimpered again, making him pause. He sighed softly, sliding under the sheets and curling around her. She pressed against him, making a happy noise and making him smile. She was so cute, he felt his heart squeeze as he held her close. He buried his nose into her hair, taking a deep breath of her strawberry vanilla scent. He closed his eyes, feeling a bit tired himself- a quick nap wouldn't hurt. I slowly stir from my sleep, my lower half sore and aching, though my body was still tingling and numb from pleasure. There were arms around my waist, holding me tightly to a warm chest- which was strangely familiar. I slowly roll over, my eyelids flutter open, seeing Suga's peaceful sleeping face. I had never really asked the boys what had happened after I had passed out, but from what I had heard, Suga had been the one to get me to safety. Is that why his chest was so familiar? Had he carried me away?

My phone suddenly rings, making me jump as Suga seems to stir from his sleep. I reached over him, grabbing my phone and seeing that Arthur was calling me. Suga's hands grab onto my waist and I glance up, seeing his eyes slightly open. "Sorry, Suga-Senpai, I need to take this call." I mumble, answering the phone and putting it to my ear as Suga scrubs a hand over his face. "Yo, girlie! What's up!" Arthur says and I pull my head away from the phone at his loud voice, wincing as I lay back. "Mm. Jus' woke up, what's up?" I mumble, Suga sitting up and raising an eyebrow at me. "Well, you see, I'm calling about that IOU. I want to rub it in the dog's face!" Arthur chimes and I groan, glancing at the clock. "It's too late for that now." I mumble, Suga slowly crawling over me and making my cheeks burn. "Well, I still want to rub it in that dog's face!" Arthur says and Suga drops down between my legs, forcing them apart. I cry out when his tongue drags between my lips, slapping a hand over my mouth as my face burns. "Yo? Everything alright? Did you hurt your foot? Do you need me to come over?" Arthur asks and I shake my head at Suga, though he just grins up at me.

"N-No, uh, I just… I um… I'm fine, I promise. Uh, the IOU right? What were you thinking?" I ask, my legs trembling as Suga slides his tongue up and down between my lips. I cover my mouth, choking back my moans and squeezing my eyes shut. "Well, you know what that mutt likes, so do what you would do for him, but for me!" Arthur says and Suga slides his tongue inside me, making me jump. "D-Don't call him that, Arthur!" I squeak, Arthur groaning and I can tell he's rolling his eyes. "Dog, mutt, whatever. I still want to rub it in his face. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll try swinging at me again and I can lay him flat." Arthur chuckles and Suga squeezes my thighs lightly, pushing them up. "H-He's my precious friend, and so are you, you know I hate fighting. Why do you always start fights with my friends, Arthur?" I ask, covering my mouth as Suga's tongue drags up, doing that weird milking thing with his mouth again. "Your friends are always so fun though! I love fighting with them, they're always making things so lively and entertaining! I just want to use you against them and get them riled up!" Arthur says as I arch my back, a strangled cry escaping me as I get light headed.

"Girlie? Everything alright?" Arthur asks and I just open my mouth, nothing coming out. Suga pulls away, grinning down at me and pitching quite the tent in his pants. "Y-Yeah! I told you, I'm fine! Um, we'll meet tomorrow, after practice!" I squeak as I roll over, burying my face into my pillow. "Don't blame me for getting this turned on; the more I taste you, the more I want you." Suga whispers in my ear, making me jump as I feel his cock slide between my lips. He slams into me and I scream into my pillow, stars exploding over my vision as he hits that magic spot immediately. "Kimiko?!" Arthur asks, though Suga takes the phone from me, putting it to his ear. "Oh, she's just fine." Suga chuckles, wet slaps sounding through the room as he thrusts in and out of me. "So what's this about IOU's and meeting tomorrow? I figure you'll do better telling me than… Well, she's busy right now." Suga chimes happily, my face burning as I cling onto my pillow. "S-Suga!" I whine and he shushes me softly, his hand stroking over my back. "Sugar, you just enjoy yourself while we talk. Don't worry, I'll be civil." Suga says, smiling sweetly like he wasn't pounding me into oblivion while on the phone.

The slaps seem to get wetter, Suga's smile spreading as he thrusts into me even harder, making me dizzy as his hips slap into mine. Oh, it's you. Well, I see no reason to explain myself to you, especially after you punched me. "Yeah, sorry about that. Suzuki-chan told me a bit about the situation and it seems that I'm the one who was in the wrong. I'm glad to know that all that talk was a lie, though. I mean, not that you were wrong…" Suga chuckles, making me shiver- what exactly did Arthur say to him? "So, you won't tell me what that's about? I guess I'll have to pound it out of Suzuki-chan." Suga chimes, my stomach fluttering as he chuckles darkly. Let me talk to her for a moment? "He wants to talk to you, Sugar." Suga says, holding the phone to my ear and beginning to harshly pound into me. I cry out into my pillow, digging my nails into it as I gasp desperately for air. "I know you're in the middle of getting nailed, but don't tell him about the IOU- I want to tease him a bit for it. In return, I'll owe you a favor; anything you want. Okay?" Arthur says and I nod, my head dizzy. "Y-Ye- Ah- Fuck! Okay!" I gasp, squeezing my legs together as I feel Suga throb inside me.

"Oh Sugar, you're so sweet- you're like my little taste of heaven." Suga groans, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the side. "You can call him back later if need be, but I'm going to get my answers now…" Suga says, leaning onto his elbows and trapping me under him. "What were you two talking about, Sweetie?" Suga asks, burying himself deep inside and making me shiver. "Well?" He whispers softly in my ear, grinding into me and making me moan. "I-I can't say…" I gasp, making Suga pause as his hands grab onto my waist. "You sure about that?" He asks softly and I whimper, squeezing my legs together. "I can't, but if you tell me what you think it is, I can tell you if you're right or wrong." I gasp and he hums, kissing my shoulder softly. "I think you and him are going to meet up and do exactly what I'm doing to you right now." He says and I can't help the laugh that escapes me, though he raises his eyebrow. "No, we're not going to do that or anything of the sort." I say, offering Suga a sweet smile, seeming to make him relax. "Good." He whispers, beginning to thrust into me again- he slams into that sweet spot and I scream as bliss ravages me once again.