#still convulsing over suga

[compressingsins]

Deep, sleeper...

Requested by; @btsforlif

Pairing; Dom!Sugawara x Sub!Chubby! f!reader

Warning; Dom Sugawara, sub reader, overstimulation, cervix abusing, reader cries from overstimulation, oral (reader recieving), (Suga is kind of mean in this), aftercare

Summary; Sugawara knows how you've been feeling lately. He knows you're tired, but he's not having that. He's been so horny lately, and you just want to sleep. Therefore, he comes in your shared room while you're sleeping, and takes care of your body...

All could be heard, were little snores resonating in your shared bedroom with Sugawara, your boyfriend of two years. Right now, he's on the couch watching tv letting you sleep. Though, he's tired of this. You're always going straight to sleep, after you get home.

You were especially tired today. You didn't go to work, because you had so many errands to run. It was at least twenty errands you had to run, starting from morning and ending by night. You were asleep, ever since you got home.

Sugawara is sick of this. You're doing unnecessary errands, and he doesn't approve of it. As he's sitting down on the couch, he pulls out his phone and opens his gallery. Scrolling down to find your shared sort of lewd photos with him, his breath hitches.

Seeing your plush ass outlined by the tightness of a pair of shorts you were wearing, is making his cock throb in his sweatpants. Swiping over, he's now seeing photos of you, photos of you in a bathing suit from the time you vacationed to the beach.

He gritted his teeth and groaned, admiring the way your body looked so good in your bathing suit. The way your curves stuck out, and the thought of it jiggling whenever he touches it, has his thoughts running wild.

Sliding over a couple more times, made him grip his cock through his pants. It's a nude photo of you, one that you sent him on his birthday because you really love him and have no insecurities, when it comes to him. His cock now bulging, he can feel pre-cum leaking from his tip.

His friend hand slides down his chest, running over the creases of his abs, to his abdomen, and then... his restrained erect cock. He can feel this veins running along it bulge, hissing at the contact his fingertips made with it.

He hesitantly gripped his neglected cock, but once he did, he gently began stroking it to your picture. Sugawara was never the type to really masturbate, and you knew this. However, when he did, he usually always did it for you.

If you're too tired to have sex or please yourself, he'd usually finger fuck you as he jerks himself off. He never had to force himself on you, because what, you're his girlfriend. That's not how Sugawara is, he won't force himself on you...

He's your boyfriend, so he doesn't necessarily have to. Though right now, he can't help himself. All he wants to do is go into your shared bedroom, and fuck your brain cells loose. Being the person he is, he doesn't really want to do it.

Honestly, he thinks it's rape because it'll be without your consent. But... what if you like it? Is it considered rape, then? If he's pounding you in your sleep, and you're moaning and begging for him to do it, then is it rape? It shouldn't be right, if you're moaning out for him.

No, it's not. His mind has made that up for him. Tossing his phone to the side, he stood up and began walking down the hall towards the bedroom. He placed his hand on the door and sighed before opening it. He doesn't want to make a big mistake, but he can't help himself.

"Sweetie." Sugawara called out, and when you didn't answer, he pushed the door open more, slightly entering. "Y/N." He called out again, yet you didn't answer, only turning on your stomach the blankets now slipping off your body.

He entered the room completely, now. Walking over to your sleeping form, he watched as your chest heaved and your breathing was the sound of snoring which he always found cute. Your snoring sounds like little whimpers, whenever he's touching you.

He groaned and gritted his teeth, the way the blanket shaped your body made his cock even harder. He observed every detail. The blanket dipping in the curve of your hip, then continuing up to your neck where the blanket stopped.

The way you're spread out, is just so tempting. His hand went to rub over his cock, gently trying to relieve some ache it was consulting. Though he stopped, once he saw you turn over to your back still fast asleep. He sighed in relief, your snores being heard once again.

"Babe~" He moaned lowly, his hand speeding up its movements on his restrained cock. Momentarily, he closed his eyes as a certain stroke over his slit nearly made him cum. His breathing now hitching, the pre-cum on his tip making him slightly sensitive.

"Fuck~" His hand now moving faster, as the other went to work on his sack. Lightly gripping and fondling them, he watched your sleeping figure while jerking himself off through his pants. "You're so beautiful, Y/N~" His eyes closed, now he's gripping himself through his pants slowly stroking his erected length.

He always complimented you, no matter what the circumstances were. Just like this, you always look really beautiful to him even on your worse days. He sighed to himself, not able to handle seeing you like this anymore.

Therefore, he climbed into bed and on top of you. Both of his legs straddling you, he smiled looking upon your beautiful sleeping face. The little cute expressions you make whenever you're dreaming, makes him even harder.

"So-" His hand gripped the hem of your blanket. "-fucking-" Then, he began pulling it down slowly, you moving slightly at the tickle from the fuzz. "-sexy~" Now pulling it completely off of your body.

He watched as body shivered from the cold that made contact with your skin. Sugawara placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, hissing as his cock shifted in his pants and ghosted over your skin. He let it rest there, softly grinding his hips over your thigh while he continued placing kisses on your face.

Little moans escaped his lips, the tip of his cock bumping agaisnt your plush thigh. You were still sleeping, your mind unaware of the occurring situation. Though your body, is well aware of the little shock waves his clothed length is giving you.

You're silently whimpering, trying to shift in your sleep but he grounded himself in between your legs to stop you. He moaned, biting his lip from the sensation he just felt. He decided to just start off gentle, pulling his cock from his restraints placing it on your thigh.

He hovered back over you, and began sliding his length against your thigh. The softest, enlightening quiet moans from Sugawara. His hands separately on the sides of your head, watching your every move.

You didn't seem uncomfortable so he kissed your plush lips once. His slit was leaking, which was stimulating him more. Your leg was now being covered with his pre-cum, the shine so erratic it could be seen in the half lit dark room.

His balls would occasionally bump your knee, nearly making him cry out. Your body always did something to Sugawara. It's like a drug to him, that every time he sees it, he has to be touching, or kissing it at all times.

Sugawara's now groaning, your little movements making him drag his cock harder and faster on your thigh. He moaned but smirked, once he realized how much of an deep sleeper you are. "Such a little baby~" He moaned out.

Just from your thigh, he was already almost there. Sitting up on his knees, he pulled his pants down to under his cock to relieve the tightness in his sack, alarming his awaiting climax.

Using the whole palm of his hand, he gripped his cock extremely hard and settled back between your legs. He raised your shirt up, jerking his cock harder and sloppier. "Fuckkk~" His eyes fluttered, and his teeth clenched before he stared back at your face.

His speed increased, now his hand hitting his balls too while he stroked his entire length. He slightly began rocking his hips into his hand, still trying not to wake you. He stopped his ministrations to hold his cock steady and spit softly on it, the contact making his breath hitch.

He felt like he was leaving you out, so he shuffled down some placing his head between your legs. You were only wearing HIS favorite pink laced panties, that stuck to your flesh so damn well.

A soft mewl escaped your lips, as Sugawara began running his fingers under your shirt touching your bra covered breast. The action drew Sugawara's attention, his hand stopping but only continuing once you began snoring again.

Your thighs began closing slightly, but Sugawara used one hand to keep them open. His index finger hooked into the band of your underwear, pulling it over your plush lips to the side. He couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of your pink, drippy bud.

You haven't done this in a while, so he's on the verge of cumming just by seeing this. Your cunt convulsing at the cold contact of air that hit it, his mouth watering from your juices dripping out.

Leaning his head forward, he blew tiny breathes before latching his mouth onto your nub. You shivered, but was somehow still asleep. Suga's tongue was sliding in between your soft folds, gently caressing your sensitive nub.

Your body reacted, you jolted forward bucking unintentionally into your boyfriend's mouth. Suga slowly began lapping at your sensitive clit with long strokes of his tongue, humming, enlightening the pleasure your body is enduring.

Suga could hear your breathing change, as if changing to moans. That encouraged him, your back lightly arching which made Suga smirk against your heat. He angled his tongue, where the tip of it could flick your clit making your legs involuntarily close.

You're now gasping yet, still sleep. You really are a deep sleeper, but your body knew what was going on and enjoyed the pleasure. Sugawara looked up to your face, seeing as your heaving chest began rising and falling even faster.

He was loving your expressions, his tongue now lowering and entering your tight hole. His hand on his cock began to work again, he's loving how your walls pulse from his tongue. A moan left your lips, a moan that made Suga look up.

Your hips began bucking, and your eyes began to flutter open. You were confused, your lower regions feeling absolutely amazing. You looked down slightly, and saw silver hair in between your legs. Your eyes went wide. "K-Koushi..." You moaned, his tongue faltering for a second.

"Just relax babe~" He hummed agaisnt your clit, sending vibrations throughout your body. His tongue dove back in before you could say something else, your head throwing back and hitting the soft pillows gently.

Suga's tongue now sliding over your clit even faster, latching his mouth on the bud to slurp and suckle at it. Your body arched, your hands going down to knead through his soft, silver hair. You moaned, "Koushi...~" Which gave him more confidence to now insert a finger.

Your grip on his hair tightened, his fingers thrusting slowly to press agaisnt every sensitive spot inside of you. His hand on his cock began pumping in sync with his finger. He was moaning too, the pressure he's applying on his cock is making him thrust his tongue into your hole.

He added a second finger, thrusting into your heat making wet, suction noises. You're dripping now, and he can't help but groan, making your body jolt into his mouth. The pull of his fingers is making you convulse around his fingers.

You were almost on the edge, his mouth slurping your entire soul out your body. His hand released his cock, and went to your clit his thumb pressing down and massaging your nub.

Your body was trembling now, your orgasm right there. "Babeee~" You breathlessly moaned, his fingers and tongues movement pushing you over the edge. Your toes curled and your legs began closing around his head.

Your hips began bucking harder, and he knows you're about to cum. He gripped your thighs and held you down, his tongue sinking as deep as it can in your wet walls. His hands gripped your wrist and held you down, his tongue sliding harder.

Your mouth is wide, his moaning sending shocks through your body that's making your body tremble and shake. "Babe... I'm cumming..." You moaned, his tongue sliding even faster.

Now, you're convulsing and pulsing on his tongue. Suga pulled his mouth away, and began rubbing vigorous circles on your clit. Rubbing harder each time, until your body couldn't take anymore.

"You gonna cum, babe?~" He was smirking down at you, watching your body tremble severely. You couldn't even answer, one finger inside you while his thumb caressed clit. Your hands gripped his wrists as your back arched into his fingers.

You were convulsing and cumming, intensely. "Koushiiiii!!~~" You cried out, your orgasm ripping violently in your abdomen. Even after your aftershock of your orgasm, he continued his onslaught inside of you.

You tried grabbing him and making him stop but he easily took both of your hands into his and pinned them against the bed. "Babe- st-stop!" He only smirked and continued thrusting his fingers.

Leaning over to your ear, he whispered, "This is what happens, when you don't wanna give me attention~" His fingers began thrusting faster, wiggling inside of you your body not able to handle the overstimulation.

"Ba-babe... I'm so-" He cut you off with an aggressive kiss, his fingers still working on your insides. His tongue was devouring your mouth, suckling on your bottom lip. His fingers escaped your wet cavern, then he placed his hand on top of your cunt.

Now his thumb is only massaging your clit softly. Your whining, the little shocks rocking your body violently. He pulled away from the kiss to stare at you. "You should know better than to not give me my attention, Y/N~"

Your body violently shook, his thumb still slowly caressing your clit. "You're gonna keep coming for me, even if you don't like it~" You were kind of nervous from his tone, he sounded mad which scared you slightly.

However, you couldn't neccesarily focus on that. The pleasure that's washing over you, is too exhilarating to focus on anything else. He removed his hand and grounded his clothed member over your bare cunt.

You moaned at the contact, his hips grinding softly into yours. Your hands instinctively went to grip his biceps. "Babe-" You stuttered out. "-please... it's too much!" Your words came out as a jumbled mess, but he wasn't going to stop even if you're pleading.

"I told you Y/N-" Your eyes opened halfway to look at your boyfriend through teary eyes. "-you shouldn't ignore me, whenever I wanna destroy this little, tight, pussy of yours~"

His hips bucked harder into yours, you could feel the thick outline of his cock pushing your lower lips apart. The slow strokes of his cock between your lips made you shake, and tremble.

Your body still shaking slightly, but he stopped his hips for a moment. "You should know, my cock is just begging to stuff your tight little cunt~" His hips began bucking again. "I don't know why you think hiding this cunt from me was a good idea~"

You gulped, "I was ju- just a little-" He grinded hard on your clit, momentarily cutting you off. "-tired..." You moaned out, his hips sliding slowly, and hard, in between your lips.

He groaned in disapproval. "I know you weren't too tired to suck my cock, babe~" He pulled his hips back to free his cock from his restraints. "I know your slutty pussy wants my cock~"

You were whimpering from his words, you're not necessarily a fan of his pet names whenever he's really in the mood. His hand dipped into the waistband of his pants, as he pulled them down his legs. "Look~" He demanded, your eyes going to his clothed cock.

Through his light grey boxers, you could see his the thick vein in his cock pulsing. It looked almost painful. His right hand gripped it and slightly rubbed it, now he's hissing at the slight contact his fingertips that are grazing over it.

His finger hooked in his boxers, tucking inside to pull it down and off. His cock slapped agaisnt his abdomen, smacking with a wet noise of his pre-cum smacking his abdomen. He moaned to that, and you gripped his cock, stroking it harshly.

It's like this wait has been paining him, his strokes making his balls bounce everytime. "I know you miss this just as much as I do, slut~" That word made you ache, but still the arfterspark of your orgasm was consuming it.

He leaned over to your ear. "Now, beg for my cock, whore~" His tone downright wicked, and you could tell he wasn't going to stop the teasing. You really do want it now, and your wide awake too now. "Beg me to stuff this little cunt with my cock~"

His left hand gripped his cock, now tugging on it the pre-cum dripping onto your bare cunt. When you didn't answer, he slammed himself inside you but immediately pulled back out. "I'm not about to deal with your bullshit, Y/N~" He wasn't smiling anymore, so you flinched from this.

The unexpected intrusion made you moaned out and clenched involuntarily on nothing. That harsh slam made him hit your cervix, but it felt good though a little painful. "Come on Y/N~" He mocked with a moan. "~Beg me to fill that little pussy of yours~"

His tip began probing at your entrance, slowly pushing your lips open. He gently pushed in only the tip, only thrusting the tip in and out of your wet walls. Your nails dug crescents into his arms, his thick tip giving immense pleasure.

He was slightly rocking his hips into your walls, the tip torturing you. His tip is thick, and is tormenting your insides. "Just beg for it, and I'll give it to you my love~" He practically moaned in your ear, his hips still rocking inside your body.

"Please~" You moaned, trying to grasp his hair but he grabbed both your hands with his one and pinned them above your head. "Please babe..." You begged, tears streaming down your eyes from the lack of friction.

He smirked and pushed in, "Well, you asked so nicely babe~" Pushing in slowly, you winced as your body tried to accommodate his thick size that you totally forgot how big it was. Tears of frustration stung at the corners of your eyes.

He shushed you with sweet gentle kisses. "It's okay. We haven't done this in months, but it'll feel better I promise. It's okay~" He began pushing in more, which made you cringe. His thick tip was dragging and pulling on your walls with every movement.

Then, your boyfriend's lips coyed into a wicked smile. "You know what, you don't deserve to be prepped slut~" He slammed himself inside you, your body trembling and shaking from the intrusion.

Your hands went to his shoulders. "Babe!" You screamed in pain, though it felt good too. He didn't care for your whines, only lifting himself to grip your hips tightly. He made sure to seat himself deep inside you, his tip pressing agaisnt your cervix.

Sugawara let his head fall back, as he began to slowly roll his hips. His tip bumped your cervix with every roll that caused a tinge of pain. His slow pace picked up, his hands gripping your plush hips to steady himself to pound deep inside you.

It was slightly stinging, but the pleasure overshadowed that and took over your mind. Your hips were angled to the point where he could spear right against your cervix. Your moans were slipping out, therefore, Sugawara began padding at your clit still holding hips above his.

"This pussy~" Sugawara moaned in the air then looked at you. "Is forever mines~" He began jackhammering himself deeply inside you, not giving you any type of warning. Your hands gripped his forearms, his pace picking up.

He grabbed your hands and held them tightly against your stomach. His hips began snapping into your wet heaven, his thumb nudging your clit in time with his thrust. The extra stimulation, almost sending you over the edge.

His deep pounding made your back arch even more, which made him brush right agaisnt those sensitive nerves. Your cute facial expressions and sounds took Sugawara's attention, his eyes locked on every change your expressions made.

This only seemed to make his cock stiffer inside you, his arms wrapping around your back and above your ass. Now he's able to pound rougher, and deeper. Your arms are now free, going to his hair and tugging it from the amount of depth he was reaching.

One hand was still around your back, while the other went to your front to slide and massage your cunt. You whined at the contact, his thick cock now thrusting faster he bet you could feel every thick vein intruded his cock.

For someone whos nearly skin and bones, his cock was bigger than you would've imagined it. When you first did this, it surprised you and made you cringe when it entered your body. His cock was always big but somehow, now, it feels bigger... longer, and thicker...

Sugawara's destroying your insides, the push and pull making you cream around him. "You better cum for me, Y/N~" It wasn't a question, he demanded you to do it. His hips began snapping in and out of you, the bed creaking underneath your bodies.

His head was buried in your stomach, sucking hickeys into it. Suddenly pulling up and away from your body, Sugawara's hips began slamming inside of your body. Placing both his thumbs on your clit, he began rubbing vigorously.

Your legs nearly closed, but Suga grabbed them and placed your legs over his shoulders, hugging your thighs and kissing them as he continued harshly thrusting into you. "Koushiiiii!" You screamed, now your orgasm shocking through your entire body.

Sugawara smirked and kissed your leg, keeping you impaled on his cock. His cock was still pounding roughly into you, "Ba-babe- st-" A harsh thrust cut you off, his cock destroying your cervix. Your hands tried to grip his arms and stop him, but he only pushed your knees to your chest and kept pounding.

This position had him sinking deeply into you. "This is what you get, whenever you- Fuck!- don't give me attention~" He moaned, both of his arms caging in your body. His cock now slamming rougher, your body trembling and shaking.

You're now clenching down tightly on him, nearly choking his cock making his eyes and teeth clench shut. "You rather finger yourself~" He moaned, slamming in roughly. "~then let your daddy, stuff your cute little pussy- ughhhh!" His eyes stinging of tears too, your grip on his cock too tight.

His eyes nearly rolling back, it's kind of difficult for him to pull out now. His cock moving slowly now, your tight walks spasming to accommodate his girth and the pace of his length.

"Babe... plea-" He cut you off with a harder thrust, that pressed his tip against your cervix. He held himself there, and you could feel his veins bulging inside of you.

Your hands went to his back digging crescents into his shoulder blades. You just came, but he won't let up. "I told you, beautiful-" He gently began grinding his hips, his cock rubbing agaisnt your tender walls so pleasurably. "-whenever you decide to ignore me, then I'll make you cum nonstop."

"I-" His hips began snapping into yours, cutting you off. He pulled his cock out slowly teasing your sensitive walls. Though, he snapped his hips back into yours, his thick cock nearly breaking the entrance to your womb.

"Shhhh-" He cooed through clenched teeth. "-I need to show you what happens, whenever you don't give me what I want, Love~" You were so tight, that you could literally feel the veins on his cock.

It made him moan out, the extra stimulation sending shocks of pleasure through both of your lower regions. "You're so damn tight, Y/N, I love you~" You couldn't respond, because his cock was hitting every sensitive crevice inside you.

Your back began arching into his hips, now he's jamming himself inside you at an rhythmic pace that didn't contain any pattern. Low curses were leaving Suga, his balls jolting from the climax that is soon to come for him.

Your mind was literally going blank, your second orgasm coming more intently. Though, your climax was right there and snapped violently making you cry out. Your tears streamed out this time, Suga's hips still pounding, though he pushed your knees into the bed more. His pace increased, never halting. "Babe please~!" He wasn't listening to you, his cock abusing your cervix.

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing vigorously. "Keep coming for me, Y/N~" He grounded his hips agaisnt yours, removing his hands from the back of your knees to grasp the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Throwing it to the side, he quickly grasped your legs and pinned them back beside your head.

His hips continued, the sounds your bodies made when they connected, made him groan out. Your body was jolting and trembling, your slick leaking out and dripping to cover his balls.

Your creamy substance was ringing around his entire length, and while he was pumping in and out his cock would bump your clit leaving your cream on your folds. He couldn't help but stare at it.

The way your walls sucked him in nearly made him tear up more. You were just so tight. He thrusted three more rough times, then grounded his hips. He moaned and shivered, his cock shooting thick spurts of cum and hitting your g-spot with incredible amounts of force that made you cum again.

He let your legs go, now going to his side though his hips started again. He began grinding his hips to ride out his orgasm, every movement causing both your bodies to jerk in sync. Your hands went to his silver hair, pulling him down to your chest.

He was still moving his hips, his cock sliding slowly in and out your walls. Your tight walls were twitching around his cock, but you whined a little once he slowly began pulling out.

Once he pulled all the way out, he instantly grabbed you by the waist and set you on your hands and knees. Your eyes were wide and you looked back to see him settling behind you. "Koushi, what're you-"

He thrusted back within your body with a harsh slam, both of you moaning in sync. He held himself there, grasping both your hips to give himself a steady rhythm.

His left hand kneaded through your hair, before pulling your back to his chest. The new position changed the depth he could reach, his tip bumping into your cervix everytime he reentered your soft body. His arms were wrapped around your stomach, pulling you back in time to meet his thrusts.

You could hear deep moans from Suga and as soon as his hand slid down your body and to your clit, your next climax was building. You could tell his was too, the feeling of his cock twitching within your walls made you convulse.

Both your orgasms were coming, he released his arms from around you and gripped your waist. Snapping his hips into yours, he'd pause a moment then push his cock back into you harder. His eyes shifted down to where he was connected to you from the back, his hand going to your right cheek to lift it up and watch your greedy cunt eat his cock up.

His mouth was open, and so was yours but your eyes were closed. Suga's eyes began twitching, his short nails digging into your soft sides. "I'm coming..." Your statement made him look up and wrap his arms back around your body.

His lips close to your ear. "I know, love~" His voice cracked, as his hips moved in and out of you slowly. "I'm coming too~" He moaned, his arms wrapping even tighter around your body.

The hard thrust made his balls smack agaisnt your clit from the back. His hand slid down your stomach, using three finger to caress your pearl. You're dripping, your slick falling upon the bed and messing it up with your juices.

"Koushi!" You screamed, and your orgasm ripped through your abdomen as he did four hard thrusts before he climaxed as well. You both were moaning in sync, though he muffled his sounds slightly by biting down softly on your neck.

He was whimpering and mewling, the aftershocks making both your bodies tremble. His hips continued to grind into you from behind, his arms wrapped really tight around you know. "I love you Y/N..." His hips were still moving, trying to draw every bit of your orgasms out.

His hand went to the back of your head to push you into the mattress. You thought he was about to start again, but he only continued softly thrusting his hips relieving the rest of your orgasms.

Once he stopped, he gently laid his chest down on your back and turned you both on your sides. His cock was still buried inside of you from the side, not moving only you cock warming him. You could feel some of both your liquids dripping out from inside you.

Though, he plunged himself inside you to stop it which made both of you jerk and tremble. His arms were wrapped around you, tightly, your back flush agaisnt his chest as the two of you tried catching your breathes.

"I'm sorry I was so rough, babe. I just missed doing this with you." He confessed, snuggling his head into your neck kissing it slightly.

You smiled, because you honestly loved it. "It's okay babe, I loved it." He chuckled and kissed your neck again, before snuggling his head in your neck again. You could feel his cock softening inside you, but he only pushed himself inside more making you moan. "Babe, stop." You chuckled.

He smirked against your neck. "I'm sorry, but you just feel so good that I wanna stay inside you forever~" He crooned, kissing your neck one more time before pulling your shared covers over your bodies.

"I love you, idiot." You smiled and made yourself comfortable agaisnt his warm body.

"I love you more, Y/N. Now and forever~"

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@btsforlif , thank you for the request! Although, I don't know if this came out how you wanted it too, but I do hope you enjoyed it. Plus, I was rushing to finish this since I was busy. But thank you! Hope you enjoyed!

[oilivia]

“Be a good girl and spread your legs” - w/ Kuroo, Atsumu & Suga

request:  Ummmm, idk if you're still taking requests, but could I get prompt 20. With Atsumu, Kuroo, and Suga? Pls and thank chu!

a/n: these were super fun to write and i somehow ended up with three very different things, but i hope you’ll enjoy! please be mindful of the tws, i’m posting them separately for each drabble. no beta! smut under the cut.

pairings: Kuroo w/ virgin reader & slight corruption; Suga w/ daddy kink & dumbification; Atsumu w/ cowgirl, wholesome

wording: 2.1k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here, but please read my rules first here.

Kuroo

tw: implied virginity, fingering, oral (f receving), slight corruption

“Tetsu-” you moan softly, your hands sinking in his hair, his lips sucking at the delicate skin of your neck. That will leave a mark, but you don’t care. The fact that you are in his dorm room and his roommate could open the door any minute slips from your mind as you feel his hands knead your clothed breasts. All that matters is how good it all feels, how it leaves you wanting more, how his calloused fingers know just where to touch you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he asks, voice laced with honey. If it was up to him, he’d rip the clothes off of you, free your pretty tits so he could sink his teeth into your perky nipples. But no, he has to take it slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you from the start, he doesn’t want you running away from him. You’re so sweet and innocent and your body isn’t used to being touched by a man. You writhe under his fingers, goosebumps littering your skin. He won’t lie, he loves it. Even though his cock twitches painfully in his pants from the lack of friction. He’ll just build you up, steadily and patiently, until you’re on your knees begging for him to fuck you.

Kuroo can see just how shy you are, how you hesitate for a second at his command, your eyes darting to his as if you want to make sure you understood correctly. He smiles sweetly, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes them apart slowly. He watches you intently, grinning internally when he sees how you cover your mouth with your hand, averting your eyes as if to hide from his gaze. It’s so cute how embarrassed you are.

Your chest heaves, your breathing shallow. Your whole body feels as if you have a fever - your skin’s burning up, a dull ache in your abdomen. He kneels in front of you and when you feel his finger lightly trace your clothed slit a loud whine escapes you.

He would tease you, tell you that he knows how desperate you are for his cock by the way the wet spot on your white panties grows with his every touch. But he can’t do it yet. He’ll keep the teasing remarks to himself for now, content to watch the string of slick still connecting your folds to your panties when he tugs them down. Your body isn’t as innocent as you are.

“Can I?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips when he sees you nod sheepishly.

Kuroo can’t help but grin when he sees how tight you are, how he’s barely able to push his finger past your entrance. Your moans get louder when you feel his tongue press on your clit, swiping the sensitive nub as his digit thrusts in and out of you incessantly. Will you really cum just from this?

Your walls clench, your body twisting as the pressure in your abdomen snaps, waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your juices spill on his hand as he keeps fucking into you, savoring the lewd expressions on your face as you come undone for him. You’re so beautiful, exquisitely so.

And if that’s how you react to just one finger and a few strokes of his tongue, he can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look creaming on his cock, the fucked out expressions you’ll be making. Sometimes being patient pays off and Kuroo is sure this is definitely one of those times.

Suga

tw: hard dom Suga, daddy kink, dumbification, infantilization, praise, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, sex toys, mentions of alcohol  

When you met Suga you thought he was just another pretty boy, nothing too special. The kind you take home to your parents or marry after you’re done experimenting.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he commands, sharp eyes fixed on your body.

Turns out, his favorite pastime is watching you squirm as he fucks your brains out. All it took was stumbling into his bed one night after work, both of you drunk and lonely. And now you spent most evenings on your knees servicing his cock and waiting for him to take pity on you and stretch your walls.

You comply, opening your thighs and giving Suga a perfect view of your pretty cunt, soaked and throbbing. A small vibrator buzzes happily inside, pulling soft whimpers from your throat. He pushed it inside you on the lowest setting more than an hour ago - punishment for being late. The setting that isn’t high enough to get you off, but it’s high enough to make a mess out of your hole, to have you begging for him to let you cum.

“You look so good like this, you know? Like a dumb little baby, look how your cunny gushes.” He kneels between your legs, scooping the liquid between your folds with a finger “You like having that vibe inside you, hmm? Does it feel good?” He questions, his tone belittling. But you don’t care. All you care about is how good that tiny touch felt. You want to ask for more, but you know how much Suga hates it when you speak out of turn, so you settle on answering his question.

“I-It feels good, daddy,” your voice feels so small and broken as soft moans escape between each of your words. He smiles and your heart swells. You did good, he likes your answer. He watches you proudly. When you two met you were such a little brat. He worked so hard to make you behave, to make you into the dumb little fuckdoll that you are now. He loves you so much.

“That’s my baby. Now, tell me, will you be late again?” His palm is raised over your aching clit, ready to slap the bundle of nerves if you say the wrong thing.

“N-No, daddy,” you try. He smiles again. You sigh with relief, your chest rising and falling with your every breath, your nipples perked from the rush of emotions.

“Good girl,” he coos. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching. “Is this what you want? You want me to let you cum?”

You nod desperately, cries and pleads erupting from your throat as  you feel your climax within your reach. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum. You let out a whine when he stops and pulls the vibe out of you - you were so close.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Suga tugs down his boxers, his cock springing, large and throbbing. You lick your lips in anticipation. He gets between your thighs once more, aligning his tip with your hole. He pushes it in, torturously slow. Your legs are on his shoulders, your hands pinned above your head by his strong grip. He chuckles when he sees the way you squirm, how hard you’re trying to get more of his cock inside your plush walls. “You’re such a dumb little baby, so needy for me. You can’t cum without daddy’s help. What would you do without me, hmm?”

“I-I need m-more, daddy, please,” you beg, tears welling up in your eyes. Your insides felt like they were on fire. And you were so close to the sweet release of your orgasm. If only daddy took pity on his little baby and helped her cum.

“If you’re asking so nicely.” Suga slams his hips into yours, shoving the rest of his cock against your cervix all at once. He thinks you look so cute with your salty tears streaming down your face. You don’t last long, not with the pace at which he’s rutting into you. Your mind goes blank, tongue lolling out of your open mouth, your body convulsing under Suga’s. And he keeps thrusting into you, not even letting you catch your breath. You climax again, harder than the first time, your head dizzy, body going limp. Your walls are clamming on his cock, squeezing it and milking him for every last drop of his cum.

“My pretty baby, so good for me,” he whispers as he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Let me clean you up and I’ll cuddle you.” You don’t even hear his last words as you succumb to sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

Atsumu

tw: cowgirl, nipple play, kinda wholesome, Atsumu says baby twice, somehow this one ended up super sweet

Were you always such a tease? Atsumu asks himself as he stares at the way your tits bounce, threatening to spill from your low-cut dress. You’re skipping towards him, huge smile on your face and arms open to engulf him in a hug. You haven’t seen each other in a while, not since you moved to a different city for your job. But none of that matters now - you’re back.

Just like you’re back on his lap fifteen minutes later. Your lips are wrapped around his, your hands playing with the hem of his pants. You taste just as good as he remembers. God, how he missed you. He sucks on your tongue, his fingers pinching your nipples. He smirks when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. He always hated how those pesky things got in the way of his touches. You bite his bottom lip when he pulls away from the kiss and you smile, a devilish glint dancing in your eyes.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” You tease and he laughs. You’re even feistier than he remembers.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much,” his fingers dig into your back as he breathes deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

He thinks your cocky smirk is adorable. “When was I ever a good girl, ‘Tsumu?” Still, you oblige, not because he asked you to, but because you want it just as much as he does. You move to straddle his lap, your hand between your bodies, stroking his cock through his pants. His mouth crashes with yours again in a sloppy kiss, tongues twisting as you swallow each other’s moans.

“You want me?” you question, your clouded eyes lying on his, mouth slightly open as you pant trying to catch your breath. His cock twitches at the hypnotizing sight - you could’ve asked him for anything right now and he would oblige.

“What do you think?”

“I think you can’t wait to bury your cock in my cunt,” a smirk plastered on your face as you reach for his boxers, rubbing your thumb in circles over his leaking tip. He hisses at the unexpected touch.

“You know I do.” Lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you pull your panties aside with a grin, placing Atsumu’s tip at your drenched entrance. You gasp as you slowly sink on his cock, relishing the way his girth spreads your ravenous cunt, inch by agonizing inch. You’re not prepped and even though you’re wet, your tight walls burn as his tip pushes inside you. But you couldn’t wait, not with his tantalizing cock finally within your grasp.

The way you’re riding him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, naked tits pressed against his taut chest is driving him crazy with lust. Why did he ever let you go? Your moans sound so sweet and he whispers your name in your ear, over and over, like a prayer. He licks at the shell of your ear and your cries get louder. You gyrate your hips, his palms resting on your waist as he meets your thrusts halfway.

“Your cock feels so good, ‘Tsumu,” you mewl as you pick up the pace, chasing your high with each slam of your hips.

“And you’re so fucking tight. Fuck, baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you cum,” your cunt is clenching snugly around his cock at Atsumu’s words. You indulge him. He watches you bend and undulate as you grind against him faster and faster. He feels his own climax build up and just as your body thrashes in his arms with your orgasm, he fills you up with his cum, his tip resting against your cervix.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit,” Atsumu mutters and you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, humming in agreement.

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[cozykozume]

Taken Care Of (NSFW)

Kenma X !Freader (X !voyeur Lev Haiba) 

 Warnings: Name calling, degradation, slight breeding kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, no plot really just sex.

Word Count: 900 

 After graduation, Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai and a few other schools like to get together a few times over the summer for some pick up games of volleyball. What you hadn’t expected, was to be hiding behind a tree on all fours with Kenma plowing you from behind.

(Didn’t proof read very well, so if it’s too bad just let me know and I will go back through!)

You let your head fall forward, a breathless moan escaping from your lips.

“Mmm fuck kitten...you feel so fucking good…” Kenma says, his hands gripping your hips harder as his hips snap forward. You feel his cock throb inside of your as he pounds into you harder, your chest falling to the ground. You can feel the grass and small rocks scraping against your knees as you thrust your hips back to meet his.

“Fuck baby..Please don’t stop..” You say, your voice broken as he jackhammers away. The pressure continues to build low in your stomach as you reach one down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing sloppy circles around it. You velvety walls pulse around him, sucking him deeper and begging him not to stop.

One hand snakes its way from your hip up your body, grabbing your ponytail and twisting it around his hand. He jerks your head up, causing your back to arch even more. “Open your eyes baby..” He whispers in your ear.

As you open one eye, you see a head of gray hair in the distance, ducked behind a tree and slightly hunched over. You close your eyes again, moaning louder as Kenma picks up his pace, slamming his hips against you.

“Thats right..You see Lev watching us…” He whispers, pulling your hair tighter.

“Lev is watching you get fucked on the ground...He’s watching you while you beg me not to stop…” He says as you moan louder, his words causing your insides to turn.

Kenma throws his head back, letting out a deep moan as he slows down his thrusts.

“No no no...please don’t stop…” You beg, tears threatening to spill over.  

“Mmmm that’s it...I want to hear you beg for it..” He says, low and close to your ear. His thrusts now insanely deep and hard. He lets go of your hair to hold onto your hips, using them as leverage as he fucks into you.

“Beg me to fuck this sweet little cunt….Mmm beg for me to fill you up with my cum….” He says each time he slams into you.

“Open your eyes y/n...Look at Lev while he watches you get fucked like a bitch in heat…”

“Yeah a good little bitch..my good little bitch..” He mumbles before he switches back to a punishing speed.

“Fuck Kenma...I’m yours...I’ll be your good bitch but please don’t stop…” You beg, opening your eyes and looking forward. Lev is now closer, and you can see his hand quickly moving inside of his shorts as he makes eye contact with you. A smirk crosses his face before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his hips humping into his hand while his back arches over.

Kenma slaps your ass. Once. Twice. Three times before leaning back over you and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“”That’s it kitten...Cum all over my cock like a good little whore…” He says, moving his hand down to toy with your clit.

You close your eyes again as you finally topple over the edge, cumming around around his cock. Your tight little cunt squeezing and convulsing as you shove your hips back to meet him each time.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck..y/n..!” Kenma says, stilling as releases inside of you, filling you up with his hot seed. He leans back, looking at where you two are connected as he mumbles to himself, “mmm that’s right...take it all..”

He pumps his hips a few more times before pulling out and quickly pulling your shorts and panties back up. “Mmm I want that to stay inside you until we get home…and then I can pump you full of my cum again and again and again…” he trails off, watching as you collapse on your stomach, feeling the mixture of your juices slowly leaking out of you.

Lev walks over to you, kneeling down and rubbing and patting your back. “Thanks for the show guys...I’d love to watch another time…”

Right as he finishes that sentence, you 3 hear Suga calling out for you.

“Y/n! Kenma! It’s time for your game to start!” You look at Kenma and Lev, shaking your head. Kenma just smirks and shrugs, helping you to get onto his back.

He walks down the path and to the picnic tables where everyone is talking and eating. He sits you down in a lawn chair next to Kuroo, who just smirks at you before winking at Kenma. Kenma rolls his eyes, looking around for your bag.

“I think I’m going to take y/n home. We were out walking around and it seems she may have gotten overheated…” He says nonchalantly.

Lev pipes in, nodding his head. “Yeah. I think I’m going to go with wi-”

“No. You stay here” Kenma says, rolling his eyes so hard you think they will get stuck in the back of his head.

You giggle softly and immediately stop, feeling more of his cum leaking out of you. He holds his hand out to you, “alright kitten. Let's get you home and get you taken care of.”

You hear a couple “aww’s” from the people around you, most not used to hearing Kenma being soft at all.

If only they knew exactly what he meant by “take care of.”

[bastardtetsu]

congrats on 420!!!!!!!!!!! your theme is hella creative omgfjdjdjd could i get an edible (sativa) of suga x f!reader please? 🥺💚💚

@jeppiet i was thinking back on this crumb of brainrot i conjured a while ago & decided to make it a fic now that i actually write smut lmaosgkjgd this one goes out to @karasimpno & @heauxzenji too, my suga fucker babes <3

++warnings: smut (18+), intoxication, overstimulation, fingering, breath play (?), vibrator, “good girl,” suga is a soft but sadistic dom // wc: 529

“keep breathing in, angel. there you go.”

suga’s voice is calm and soothing in your ear as you take a shaky breath in. his chest supports your back as you melt into him, chin hooked over your shoulder & hazel eyes focused on your mouth inhaling the smoke from between his pretty fingers as he holds a blunt to your lips, his other hand busy as it fucks you through your nth orgasm of the night—you lost count after he added the third finger.

“atta girl,” he coos softly as you exhale tiny clouds, sputtering a bit as your body convulses with wave after never-ending wave of searing ecstasy.

your senses are muddled and fuzzy, yet powerfully heightened in your bleary haze. the caress of his digits against your pulsing walls blends with stings of pleasure as the heel of his hand massages your puffy clit, the sensations twisting and intensifying as your mind goes blank from overstimulation. the only thing keeping you tied to reality is sugawara’s whispered commands against your skin: breathe. inhale. cum. let it out.

“doing so well for me, sweetheart. my angel,” his silken voice lulls you further into your blissed-out state, sweet nothings dissolving into your ears like smoky wisps of spun sugar and saturating your brain in syrupy bliss.

“my good girl.”

those three syllables melt you into another orgasm, this one softer and gentler as it rolls through your body like a shallow wave. a weak groan leaves your throat, and suga hums into your neck as he feels your cunt clamping and gushing around his fingers once again.

“you liked that, huh?” you feel him grinning against your skin. “you like being my good girl?”

“mmhm,” you keen, barely able to form words, “wanna be good jus’ f’r you.”

the low hum that rumbles in the crook of your neck makes you shiver. your vision has gone blurry at this point, but you soon feel the papery wrap of the blunt being placed between your lips as suga shifts behind you.

“hold that for a minute, baby, m’kay?” his fingers are still sheathed inside you as you feel his warmth drift away from your back. smoke drifts into your lungs as you attempt to obey his request, and you stifle a cough.

through your fucked-out haze, you can make out the sound of his rummaging around before quickly returning to your side. hot breath fans your ear as he utters his next promise:

“if you don’t drop it, you can have my cock as a reward.”

if that sentence wasn’t enough to get you moaning, the sudden press of a buzzing vibrator against your clit definitely is. you cry out through tightened lips, desperate not to drop the burning blunt secured between them. puffs of smoke rise from the glowing tip and the corners of your mouth as you attempt to breathe through the new and overwhelming sensation, a tear rolling down your cheek only to be kissed away by suga’s gentle lips.

“good girl,” he purrs, voice dripping with honey as his fingers begin to move again, “you can give me one more now, can’t you?”

420 milestone(d) smoke sesh

[b0ba-chan]

Sweet Mother

summary: Suga wants some sugar from his student’s mom

pairing: Sugawara Koushi x MILF!Reader

word count: 1690

warnings: semi-public sex, older!reader (still both adults), your unnamed kid

a/n: I have no idea why i loved this concept a lot, but suga does have a preference for older women

Koushi is a loved and well known teacher at the elementary school he taught at. Every student that had him always wished they could stay in his class longer and every parent loved him. He was easy to get along with his kind nature being seen as flirtatious to the mothers. They all adore him, even if they were much too old for him, he was just so easy to stare at.

It was the beginning of the new school year, he stood at his door to greet each student who came in, occasionally talking to a few worried parents. He looked so young, they were scared their kids might not be getting the education they need if it’s someone so young and carefree. But he’s kind enough to reassure them that he can handle it, hiding the fact that he was annoyed that they keep doubting his skills.

There was barely a minute till the bell, he noticed he was missing one kid was missing on his roster. Suga looks up from his clipboard and sees a woman running towards the classroom, dragging her kid along, “I am so sorry if we are late!”

Koushi was shocked when you stopped right in front of him, bowing down at a ninety degree angle while the kid ignored the teacher and his mother entirely, walking into the classroom. You babble out apologies and how you’ll try your best to get here earlier. Suga laughs a little and tries to calm you down, gently holding your shoulder to get you to stand up straight. What he wasn’t expecting to see someone so young for a mom, he was taken back at how pretty you were. You were definitely older than him, but you could be mistaken for someone his age if they haven’t known you were a mother.

“It’s alright really. I’m Sugawara Koushi,” He gives you a sweet smile and bows his head slightly in greeting. Finally relaxing, you let out a huff and smile at him, bowing back in greeting.

“Thank you Sugawara-Sensei, I’m (L/N)(F/N),” before you can say anything else, the bell rings causing you to curse under your breath and you bow once more before leaving.

He watches you walk away a little longer, chuckling under his breath. The only thing running through his mind in those few minutes, is the fact that he didn’t see a ring on your finger. Shaking the thought away, he heads into class to start the day.

As weeks went on, Suga hasn’t seen you since that incident, but your son has been causing a lot of trouble. Coming to class late, not finishing work or turning anything in, it was a big struggle to get him to do anything in class. There were always a few that didn’t want to cooperate with his teaching the first few days, but they always gave in. Not your son though. It was getting frustrating for him to even talk to the kid, and everytime he tried to call his father there was no answer. Last resort for him was to call you. Before he picks up the phone to dial you, he pauses to think about you for a bit. You were stunning in his eyes, he wasn't’ able to take you off his mind the entire day you first met. That day he thought that maybe it was just the strange encounter you had with him, but your face and voice lingered in his mind a few days after.

Sugawara sighs and picks up the phone and dials the number under your name. He waits while the phone rang, zoning out for a bit, remembering every detail about your face, especially those soft plump and pink lips. 

“Hello?” your voice snaps him back into reality, making him jump in his chair a bit. The other staff members in the office look at him and he apologizes under his breath to them, “Hi, (L/N)-san, this is Sugawara-sensei from your son’s school. I just wanted to talk about him for a minute if you have time?” He bites his lip, hoping you have the time to keep talking to him. 

“Ah, I am so sorry Sugawara-sensei, I am busy right now. Is it if I come and talk in person after work? I should be able to make it just after classes should end for you.” Your worried voice wavers through the phone, worried that your son hasn’t been causing too much trouble for him. “That should be fine, then. I will see you, then?” 

Agreeing to the meeting, the two of you bid each other good bye till later. Koushi silently cheers after hanging up, finally getting to see you. Part of him feels pathetic for having such a school boy crush on you, a mother of his student of all things, but he always had a thing for older women. The rest of the day felt like torture for him, counting the minutes and hours till your meeting. When the meeting came around, your son was excused, only wanting to have a one on one meeting with each other. 

Knocking on the classroom door, you side it open to see Koushi working at his desk. “H-hello, Sugawara-sensei. You wanted to talk?” You smile softly at him and he stands from his desk, nodding as he pulls a chair out next to him.

“Yes this is about your son, please sit,” Koushi tries not to stutter, taking in your outfit. You were wearing a nice fitting pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked into it. Your heels click as you walk to the seat, taking it as you thank him. His eyes betray him as he caught a glimpse down your blouse, quickly taking a seat across from you. As he explains what's going on with your son, he can’t help but to notice tears forming up in your eyes. Sugawara grabs the tissue box to offer it to which you take gratefully.

“I am so sorry he has put you through so much trouble. We’ve been having trouble at home and he wants to help, but he’s too young. His father hasn’t been sending child support, but I’m not trying to make any excuses, I just hope you can forgive him and his attitude,” You let soft hiccups past your lips, sniffling as you already soaked the tissue.

“Ma’am, please do not worry. I am sorry for your troubles, I just wanted to see if there was anything I can help with,” Koushi gives you a small smile and takes another tissue to wipe your eyes for you. Looking up, your eyes caught his, a sudden feeling of tension between you two starts to build up. He was so close to you and he continued to lean closer to you, his hand dropped the tissue and took your cheek into his hand, pulling you in for a kiss.

You waste no time kissing back. The only reason that you haven’t been visiting, besides work, was that Sugawara was so very cute, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself or your son in front of him. His lips were as soft as you imagine and oddly sweet, just like sugar. His soft lips were opposite of his style of kissing, pretty aggressive and passionate. 

He couldn’t wait any longer, pulling you on his lap so you can straddle him. “S-Sugawara-sensei,” your hands go to grip his shoulders to stable yourself. “Koushi, call me Koushi, (Y/N).”

Kisses were pressed on your neck, causing your eyes to flutter shut, getting lost in the feeling of his sweet touches. “K-Koushi, I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” huffing out between small moans,”ever since I saw you.” He groans and unbuttons your blouse, helping you shrug it off. He goes straight to attacking your chest, reaching around to unhook your bra as you reach down to fumble at Suga’s belt then reaching down his boxers to pull his cock out. Koushi moans around your nipple at the warmth of hand, already fully hard in your hand.

The man reaches around to unzip your skirt, helping you stand up to slip the skirt off and panties, tossing the stray cloth into his drawer. “C’mon, (Y/N), come sit on my dick. If you’ve been thinking about me so much, show me what you want.” He grabs your hips to pull you back on his lap.

As you position yourself above him, Suga goes back to sucking on your nipple and palming your other tit in his hand. You let out a satisfied gasp as you slide down on his cock, stress oozing out of your body in a form of slick coming from your cunt. After adjusting to his size, you start bouncing on his cock letting out moan after every bounce. Those long days of thinking about you and finally calling you really had a positive outcome. 

“Good, bunny, bounce on my cock. So gorgeous,” he moans hotly around your nipple, creaming around his cock. It has been so long since you’ve been fucked so well, the smallest touches Suga gave you felt like heaven. As he feels your walls convulse around him, he lifts you up and sits you on the dest to have his way with you. He wastes no time and starts going at a brutal pace on your sensitive pussy.

“K-Kou! Too much!” You throw your head back and grip his hair, trying to find some sort of stability with him, his slim fingers find your clit and play with the little bud. He’s hitting places your ex-husband was never able to hit, sending you over the edge once more, coming to your next orgasm.

Koushi moans loudly into your neck and shoots his load into your warmth, shivering at the feeling of release. “Fuck, so good bunny, so good around me.” Slowing down his fingers and thrusts until he’s oversensitive, sliding out slowly. Suga takes your lips and keeps it slow yet deep.

“I am always here to help, all you need to do is call.”

[kythed]

circus mirrors & stereo hearts

sugawara koushi x reader

this one goes out to my new friend, @twat-101 :) it’s a bit long, but I hope you still like it ! sending lotsa love your way <3

synopsis: (y/n) is struggling with her mental health so her best friend suga-san invites her over to study. general chaos and dumbassery ensues.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, suga’s tone deaf singing.

word count: 4,226

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Koushi always kept his windows open. Always.

In the winter, this transformed his room into a tiny Antarctica, replete with stray snowflakes, but in the summer, it meant cool tradewinds cutting through the typically stifling heat, creating a little pocket of the ideal climate. You often found yourself there in these warmer months, perched on the corner of his bed, contently listening to him blithely gossip about his teammates or playing a giggly game of Connect Four rife with not so subtle cheating.

Today, a sunny August Saturday, was no different. Koushi sat cross legged on the carpet. Sprawled out across his pale blue comforter, which smelled of fresh linen and that familiar Old Spice he’d been wearing since the eighth grade, you listened to him recite a chapter from your history book, something about post World War II foreign policy. Struggling to remain attentive, however, you found yourself spiraling into those cheerless resignations of hopelessness that had been far too frequent for you lately.

“--which resulted in Europe’s economic recovery chiefly in terms of raw materials, food, and fuel. The Soviet Union soon attempted to replicate a similar plan but ultimately-- hey, (Y/N)?”

You blinked hard and sunk back into reality, turning onto your cheek to look Koushi in his big brown eyes full of rather matronly concern. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what we’re learning about right now?” he asked, sounding both amused and disapproving. A strand of grey fell in front of his face and he quickly blew it away, smiling slightly. “Because it seems like you’ve been zoning out for the last ten or so minutes. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but Mr. Shishido specifically said this chapter was going to be on the test.”

“Uh… something about muzzer Roosia?” you joked with an exaggerated accent.

Koushi rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead. You yelped and glared at him reproachfully. “We were talking about the Marshall Plan. The United States’ recovery aid program for Western Europe after wartime devastation.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” you protested as Koushi tugged on your forearms and you toppled off the bed, nearly landing right on top of him. With a soft laugh, he extracted his limbs from yours and plopped his head into your lap like he used to when you were kids, resting beneath the boughs of that little oak tree in his backyard, listening to a choir of cicadas croon under a late afternoon sun. The ghost of a grin flitted over your face as you looked back on those halcyon days of your childhood. Usually Koushi’s mom would come out onto the porch with a couple of already-melting lemon popsicles in hand, and the two of you would scramble out of each other’s embrace and tear towards her, breathlessly racing for a priceless reward of sweet smiles and sticky hands.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to that time of gleeful oblivion, before your world became characterized by that all too persistent self-consciousness and excruciating anxiety. What you wouldn’t give to once again feel worthy of Koushi’s innocent adoration…

“--(Y/N)!”

For the second time today, you shook yourself awake. Koushi gazed up at you, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you needed to take a little study break. Obviously, you do. I swear, your attention span gets shorter every day.” He pointed somewhere behind you. “Mind grabbing my phone? It’s on the bed.”

You leaned over as far as you could without disturbing Koushi’s position, head still nestled in your lap, and swept your hand over the covers before it bumped into his phone, which you promptly snatched and dropped onto his stomach. He gave a soft “oomph” at the impact before pulling up his Spotify and selecting a playlist, the cover of which was a selfie of the two of you at last year’s spring carnival. A blurred sakura tree provided the perfect backdrop for your smiling faces pressed cheek-to-cheek to fit in the frame. Sugar dusted the corners of Koushi’s mouth, the last trace of the powdered donut you’d shared right before.

“What’s that? I don’t think I’ve listened to that one before.” You reached for the phone, but Koushi held it out just out of reach as music began to play, batting your hand away. “I look awful in that picture; you could’ve chosen something a little more flattering.”

“Oh, shush. You looked pretty that day, wearing that blue sundress with the little flowers on the hem… blue really suits you, you know.” Koushi smiled fondly at his screen, and you blushed despite yourself. “It’s a compilation of all our songs. I listened to this a lot last summer when you were in France with your family for a month. Whenever I missed you. You were off climbing the Eiffel Tower or making croissants and I was lounging around here, bored out of my mind and wishing you were home so we could be bored together.”

“You sappy bastard,” you said, though you really felt quite touched. “I didn’t even realize we had a song.”

“Not just a song,” he corrected. “Songs. Plural. Most of the songs we’ve ever listened to together, I reckon. Anything that reminds me of you, I put on here.”

“Why in the world would you do that?” you asked, aghast at his effort.

Koushi laughed at your surprise. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N). And believe or not, you mean a lot to me. I just like remembering the stuff we’ve done together.”

You nodded slowly, letting your fingers rest on his forehead and gently play with his grey locks. His eyes closed as you settled into a brief, comfortable almost-silence, tainted only by the soft, muffled melody trickling from tiny phone speakers. You cocked your head. “What song is this?”

“You don’t remember?” Koushi asked, sounding almost offended. He turned the volume up a few notches and held the phone closer to your ear.

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

“I don’t know if--” you cut off as it dawned on you. “Wait… no way. This isn’t…?”

“It is.” Koushi laughed as your face flushed a vivid crimson. “Uchimura’s party.”

Though embarrassed, you grinned, remembering that night. “The song that played at her twelfth birthday while we were in the closet during seven minutes in heaven.”

“We were way too young for that dumb game,” Koushi said with a smile, shaking his head. “God, I was so nervous. That was my first kiss, you know.”

“It was mine too,” you admitted. You remembered sitting on the carpeted floor of Uchimura’s rather cramped closet, knees touching, just barely able to see the outline of Koushi’s face illuminated by the smallest sliver of light shining through a crack in the door. He’d leaned forward, taking your hand in his own small clammy one. “It was really just a peck, though. It might not have counted.”

“It counted,” said Koushi firmly. “Whenever I get asked about my first kiss, I say it was ours. I say it was the best one I’ve ever had, too.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Now, I know that’s a lie. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”

“Neither did I,” agreed Koushi. He caught your eye, crinkling his nose cutely. “That’s what made it so sweet. It was innocent. I tasted your bubblegum chapstick on my lips afterwards.”

“Bubblegum chapstick, huh?” You rolled your eyes and poked him softly in the ribs. “I couldn’t look you straight in the eyes for like three weeks after that.”

“I remember. You kept running away whenever I tried to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not sure we would’ve even stayed friends if Ms. Miyato hadn’t partnered us up for the volcano project at the end of that month.” You recalled those afternoons spent in Koushi’s kitchen, newspapers covering every visible surface and a huge, paper-mache volcano resting on the dining table, splattered with orange and yellow paint and smelling strongly of Elmer’s glue and vinegar. Oftentimes, work sessions would dissolve into paint fights, staining your school uniforms with small, colorful hand prints.

“Nah,” said Koushi confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you go that easily.”

“Maybe you should’ve,” you said under your breath.

Koushi stared at you for a second, sighing. Then he reached up to grasp your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and softly stroking his thumb across your palm. “You know, it was Uchimura’s eighteenth last weekend. You didn’t come.”

“Yeah. I had to study.” That was a lie. You just hadn’t thought anyone really wanted you there. Uchimura had been a friend of yours for years, but she had plenty of other friends to celebrate with. Probably didn’t even notice you weren’t there…

“She asked me where you were,” Koushi continued. “I said I didn’t know because you didn’t answer my texts that night.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact. “Studying.”

“On a Friday night?” You didn’t answer, and Koushi squeezed your hand. “I had to choose Daichi for my charades partner… do you have any idea how shit he is at charades? He flopped on the ground and started convulsing, so I guessed ‘epilepsy.’ Guess what the word really was.”

“What?”

“Orgasm. The word was orgasm. You’d think he could just execute a simple pelvic thrust and make a face, but no, he had to go ahead and act like my great uncle Kaito when he had that heart attack at his ninety-fifth birthday last year.”

You cracked a small smile, imagining Daichi violently wiggling on the floor like a fish out of water. “Sounds like I missed out, then.”

“You really did,” said Koushi, eyes twinkling. He suddenly got solemn. “I missed you. Would’ve been a million times more fun with you there.”

“I doubt it.” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, smile fading. “I can be a real killjoy sometimes.”

“Not to me,” said Koushi. “Whenever you walk into the room, suddenly that’s the only room I wanna be in.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly. “Koushi… why are you telling me this?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply. He took your hand again, the one that had been playing with his hair, and held it to his chest. You felt his heart beat erratically beneath your palm. “You’ve been avoiding all our friends in general.”

“That’s not true,” you protested, though your heart sank. He had noticed. You wished you didn’t have to drag him into all your problems. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy with what, (Y/N)? Homework? Our physics teacher came and talked to me at my locker after school, asking if you’ve been struggling with any personal issues, because apparently you haven’t been turning in your assignments.” Koushi glanced up at you. “It seems like you’ve just been locked away in your room whenever you’re not in class. Not doing work, not going out. Remember a couple weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to go see that movie with me at the drive-in? You said you had a family dinner in town, but later I passed by on my bike and your bedroom light was on. And today, it took four separate phone calls before you finally picked up and I managed to invite you over… I’ve been worried.”

“Maybe I’m just changing,” you protested weakly. “That’s a thing that happens. People change.”

“I agree, you have been changing. Just not for the better.” Koushi squeezed your hand again, his skin warm on your own. “I haven’t seen you smile, really smile, for ages. You’re always faking these days. What’s going on?”

“I…” you trailed off, trying to think of some excuse. The last thing you wanted was for Koushi to see what was really going on inside your head.

“The truth, (Y/N).”

You relented, shoulders sagging. “Just been tired, I guess.”

“Tired of what?”

“Tired of…” Your eyes grew moist despite your best efforts and you fought to keep from choking on the sob rising up your throat.

“Tired of…?” he pressed on, eyebrow raised.

Your next words tumbled out in a rush. “Just tired of being me, okay? It’s like… it’s just like, whenever I look in the mirror… I don’t like what I see. I don’t like myself, so I don’t want to be me anymore. I’m so tired of it. And I feel like everyone else is, too. Everyone is tired of my shit, so I thought I’d just do you all a favor and disappear.”

Your words stunned Koushi into silence. He remained resting in your lap for a few long seconds before he felt something hot and wet roll down his cheek. A tear. But not his own.

He looked up just in time for another one of your tears to land on his face, right underneath his eye. Quickly, he sat up and tenderly cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, (Y/N)... c’mere. That’s such bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccupped as he pulled you into his lap by your waist-- facing him-- and gingerly tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s gross, I know.”

“It’s not gross,” said Koushi, fiercely hugging you to his chest. “It’s much better than watching you try to pretend like you’re fine. I don’t care if your snot gets on my shirt-- that’s a small price to pay. So long as I can be there for you right now.”

You cried harder, immense guilt racking your body at his inexplicable kindness. “I’ve been treating you terribly these past few months, but you’re still so good to me. Goddamnit, Koushi. I don’t deserve you.”

Koushi pulled you back by the shoulders, narrowed eyes searching your face, though tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “(Y/N). You don’t have to earn my love.”

“I-- love?” you asked, eyes wide. You snatched a tissue from Koushi’s bedside table and blew your nose loudly.

“Yeah,” he said firmly, without missing a beat. “I said it. I love you. And don’t ask if I mean in a friend way or a girlfriend way, because the answer is neither. I love you like you’re the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if that means as, like, your husband or just as your best friend. Whatever I can get, I’m happy with, because I love you like you’re a part of me. Unconditionally. I thought you knew that.”

“Please, don’t say that,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m really not.”

Koushi pulled your hands away so he could look you in the eye. “What don't you understand about the term ‘unconditional love’? It’s unconditional. There is literally nothing you nor anyone else can say or do to change that. Unconditional love is not a feeling, it’s a choice, and I’ve made that choice. I’ve had nearly two decades to think about it, so now I’m telling you I will love you no matter what. I always have, alright? This isn’t exactly how I wanted to say it, but it’s true.”

You stared at him, disbelieving. You hadn’t known he’d felt this way. Of course, you two had been partners-in-crime your entire lives, and you couldn’t count the number of times he’d materialized at your side as soon as you were in the slightest bit of trouble. Whenever you were a dollar short at the canteen, he’d stuff a five in your hand and push you towards the front of the line. That time you went camping with his family and you forgot your sleeping bag, he’d given you his and spent the night shivering. He always carried an extra pen for you because yours often inexplicably ran out of ink in the middle of a test. He’d been there for every crush, boyfriend, and breakup, cheering you on and drying your tears when the time came. He’d been there when your pet dog died and you planned a funeral in your backyard, complete with a little cardboard headstone, holding an umbrella above your head when it began to rain but you weren’t done mourning. He’d just always been there when you needed him.

You’d tried to be there for him, too, because, as you had begun to realize, his pain was your pain and vice versa. That time when you were six and he’d lost his favorite stuffed animal (a giraffe) it had felt like you’d lost yours too. That day in junior high when he fell out of the oak tree trying to retrieve a stray frisbee and broke his arm, you swore you felt the same pain in yours. Last year when he got dumped outside the gym on Valentine’s Day and you found him sitting in a corner, trying to hide the fact he’d obviously been crying-- you’d stayed late to crack stupid jokes and eat the chocolate he meant to give to his girlfriend, because he deserved a girl who would eat the damn chocolate. Not stomp on his heart and leave it to bleed. I love you like you’re a part of me. You understood.

“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, but it’s not okay to bundle it all up and bury it deep inside when you have someone right next to you wanting to help you bear that burden.” Koushi’s voice shook just slightly. “It just… it hurts to see you like this, okay? (Y/N), if you love me back, then let me help you. Let me be there for you. Please.”

You were silent for a moment, staring into his pleading eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

Then you took a deep breath and started laughing through the tears. You were sure you looked insane, puffy eyes, red nose, and mascara running down your cheeks, but it didn’t matter. “I do. I love you, too. I love you. I didn’t know I loved you before, but now I do, because if you were torn away from me that heartbreak would probably kill me. No, it would definitely kill me. And it would hurt like a motherfucker while it did.”

Koushi let out the breath he’d been holding then, after a brief pause, began to laugh with you as you laced your arms around the back of your neck. “Oh, yeah? Well, losing you would probably hurt like a father-fucker to me.”

“Is that worse than a motherfucker?” you asked, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Here you were, bawling on the floor of your best friend’s room while you confessed your love to one another and cussed each other out at the same time.

“For sure. It’s a million times worse than a motherfucker. It’s like, if something hurting like a motherfucker is the equivalent of getting shot by a Nerf gun, something hurting like a fatherfucker probably feels like getting run over by a tank.” Koushi intertwined his fingers with yours yet again and smiled.

“You’re a dumbass,” you said, but you laughed anyways as Koushi looked proud of himself.

“I know,” he said softly, affectionately. “But I’m your dumbass.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I’d love you to be. But you could still do so much better than me--”

“Will you stop saying that, already?” Koushi took your face in his hand, stroking his thumb right beneath your eye. “You��re the most radiant person I’ve ever met. Notice how I didn’t say ‘beautiful’ because the word beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. Although you are that, too.”

“Oh, goodness. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again-- you’re so sappy.”

Koushi rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I am. You like it though.”

“You caught me,” you said as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You leaned into it, savoring the warmth of his lips on your skin. “I do.”

“But really, (Y/N),” he said seriously. “It astounds me that you don’t realize that.”

“Don’t realize what?”

“That you’re cool! You’re so cool and fun and awesome. And a zillion other adjectives I could sit here and list out for hours. You’re the only person who can make me laugh when I cry, and you make the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted, and you’re a literal god at Mario Kart, and you’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever had the privilege to look into.” You flushed as Koushi thought for a moment, chewing on his lip before his eyes widened. “It’s kinda like a circus mirror, I think.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“The way you see yourself is like someone looking into one of those circus mirrors. It makes you look too tall, or really squished, or just bent out of shape in general. And if that was the only mirror you’d ever looked into, you’d probably think that ugly, distorted reflection is how you actually look in real life. You can’t see yourself for how amazing you really are-- but everyone else can.”

“Well, aren’t you just full of relevant analogies today?” you teased. A circus mirror. Now that was something new. You had to give Koushi credit for the comparison-- it actually did kind of make sense.

“What can I say?” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m a poet.”

“So I guess that would make you my real mirror then?” you offered shyly. Koushi looked confused for a second. “If the way I see myself is supposedly ‘distorted,’ then you can reflect to me how I supposedly really am.”

“Oh, yes!” he said happily. “I’m the mirror. I like that. Quit talking like you don’t believe me, though. You’re incredible. A little thick-skulled sometimes, yes, but incredible nonetheless.”

“It’s going to be hard for me,” you said quietly, gently running a hand through his hair. “Really hard. I haven’t liked myself for a long time.”

“I know. I know. But someday, you’ll be able to understand what a beautiful human being you are. I’m sure of it. I need you to promise you won’t give up until that happens.”

He held out his pinky for a pinky swear, something you two did frequently as children. You smiled and laced your pinky with his. “Alright. I promise.”

“Good.” Koushi stood up, brushed the wrinkles from his pants, and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. “Listen. Do you remember this song?”

His little playlist had been playing this entire time. You hadn’t noticed. You strained to catch the lyrics. “Turn it up a little, I can’t quite hear.”

...a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

“Koushi.” A slow smile spread across your face. “Tell me this isn’t Stereo Hearts.”

“Oh, this is Stereo Hearts alright!” he responded gleefully. He took your hand and spun you around like a ballroom dancer, catching you before you tripped over his bedside table. “You remember when we--”

“When we performed it at the junior high talent show and got booed off the stage?” You giggled, remembering that awful night that was somehow hilarious in retrospect. “I still have nightmares about that.”

Koushi continued to swing you around in some sort of clumsy dance, pulling you this way and that while you laughed wildly. “It’s ‘cause you were such a shit singer.”

You gasped in mock offense. “No way! You’re a much worse singer than I am. At least I can carry a tune.”

Koushi just rolled his eyes and grabbed a hairbrush from his shelf, using it like a microphone. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to serenade you in his terrible, tone-deaf manner.

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

“God, you really do suck at this,” you said, but he just smiled and kept singing. You had to admit, it was sweet. As silly as the memory associated with the song was, it remained a nostalgic favorite even now. You had to join in a few times, just for memory’s sake.

I only pray you never leave me behind

Because good music can be so hard to find

Koushi sat down next to you and wound one arm around your waist, leaning close.

I take your hand and pull it closer to mine

Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

You turned and leaned in too, nearly touching noses.

“Hey,” he said in an almost whisper. “(Y/N) (L/N), I love you.”

“Hey,” you whispered back, gaze flitting down to his lips and back up again. “I love you, too, you sappy bastard.”

...so sing along to my stereo

“I know.” He closed the remaining inch of distance. Your hand tangled itself in his hair while his tugged your body a little closer.

The kiss was almost as good as the one in Uchimura’s closet all those years ago. Almost.

[ayatosmlktea]

One More || Suga x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Pairing: Suga x reader

A/N: sooooo two months ago this was supposed to be day 1 of kinktober and I’m just writing it now. I still intend on writing them, slowly but I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, sadist dom suga, squirting, multiple orgasms, yeah just smut dude you know what you’re getting yourself into

“I said, keep your legs open pretty girl” Suga scolds you, slapping your inner thigh making you jump and spread your legs, your muscles trembling.  

It was too much, more than you could handle. Your body felt like it was weightless, your cheeks red, hair matted to the sides of your face from sweat. Suga’s fingers thrusting in your swollen walls and curling at just the right angle, working you up to yet another orgasm was driving you insane in the best way possible. Your wrists pull against the handcuffs chained to the bed keeping your arms above your head, a loud whine escaping your throat as three of Suga’s fingers curl against your thoroughly abused sweet spot. 

The gag in your mouth dripping drool down your chin, preventing rough broken moans and cries from escaping. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as Suga’s tongue circles figure eights on your puffy clit switching between sucking harshly on it and licking long stripes down to your slick folds.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? You’re the one who wanted to cum without permission.” The vibrations of his voice against your pussy and his words have you whining against the gag again. You can hardly focus on what he’s saying, the tightening coil of heat about the snap in your lower stomach distracting you from doing anything except squirming trying to get away from his fingers. You had lost track of how many times he’d made you cum, your legs shaking from the overstimulation.

“Cum again for me pretty girl, make a mess all over my fucking fingers like the good little slut you are” Suga groans, his wrist increasing in pace, fingers hitting your against that spot inside of you that was almost painful from how it made your legs shake and your back arch. The nip of his teeth against your clit sent you over the edge, your eyes roll back, hips grinding against his tongue and you feel something wet splash against your thigh. 

Suga removes his fingers from you and pulls back to watch you clench around nothing, your arousal slowly dripping out of your pussy and making a mess of the sheets underneath you.

“You’re so fucking hot when you squirt” he sighs in content, placing kisses on your inner thigh and sucking dark marks onto your soft skin. Your eyes can barely stay open as hoarse groans vibrate in your throat. Suga loves having this kind of power over you, knowing that there was no one else who could make you feel the way he did always made his ego swell. Seeing your body covered in bruises from his fingers, dark red and purple hickeys littering your breasts, neck and legs and teeth marks along your shoulders and inner thighs made you look like a work of art. His masterpiece.

You took advantage of his momentary pause to try and catch your breath, your chest heaving as you inhale through your nose. You feel Suga get off the bed and hear the soft thud of his sweats hitting the ground before settling back over you again. You know what’s coming next and the anticipation and fear of it makes you whine. Suga gazes down at you lovingly while removing the ball gag from your mouth followed by the handcuffs. Bright red lines indent your skin from where you pulled against the restraints and his chest swells with pride and love.

“You did so well for me baby” he mumbles, pressing soft kisses along your temple. Your body finally begins to relax as you think that he’s going to let you off easy tonight until his teeth graze over the shell of your ear sending goosebumps down your arm making you shiver. His hands grab your thighs and push your knees towards your shoulders exposing your cunt to his hungry eyes.

“Koushi please it’s too much!” your fingers grip his biceps, your eyes pleading with him hoping it’ll make him go easy on you. His sly smirk as he leans forward to brush a strand of hair behind your ear tells you everything you need to know. Soft lips gently kiss your tears away as he bottoms out in you with one thrust, your mouth falls open with a silent scream. Suga leans his forehead against yours, exhaling loudly through his nose he almost came from the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock from your orgasm.

“Can you give me one more princess?” You knew one more never meant just one, your seemingly sweet boyfriend was a sadist and he’d keep you cumming until you couldn’t think of anything but his cock fucking you through one orgasm into the next, making you scream his name loud enough for the entire floor of his apartment to hear. Looking up at him through thick lashes you nod, your stomach fluttering at the way he smiles down at you so sweetly, it’s a sight you’ll never get tired of.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good baby” each word accentuated with a hard deep thrust, the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass making everything more dirty and lewd.

“Always so fucking tight” he hissed through clenched teeth, hands gripping your thighs so tightly you know they’ll leave bruises. You can’t do anything except moan and rake your nails down his back, your mind unable to focus on anything but the way he was fucking you so perfectly every thrust had black dots dancing in your vision. Lowering himself on his forearms he captures your lips in a slow passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth stealing all the air from your lungs.

“Gonna cum for me again?” you can only whine in response, Suga knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew the way your greedy pussy sucking his cock in deeper with every thrust meant you were right on the edge.  One of his hands slides between your bodies, two fingers toying with your clit pulling another loud cry from your lips.

The white heat burning in your abdomen was so strong you thought if you came another time you were surely going to die.

“Koushi I can’t!” you gasp under him, your thighs trembling against his waist. Despite what your mouth was saying your body clearly wanted more as your heels dug into his back pushing him closer against you. Suga moved down to your neck, pulling your skin between his teeth and biting down just hard enough to make your head spin from the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure.  His teeth scrape against your skin as he sucks on it, at the back of your mind you know you’ll be wearing turtlenecks for a week or two.

Suga can’t get enough of you, every sound you make, every time your nails claw at his back just pulls him in more. He can feel his own orgasm building up and it motivates him to make you fall apart once more.

His fingers work faster against your clit, his hips grinding against yours as he fucks you with hard deep thrusts.

“Cum for me Y/n”, now.” The husky commanding tone of his voice leaves you no other option, he’s got you trained so well that his words have you cumming around him hard, his lips cover yours swallowing your cries of ecstasy. He follows right behind you, panting heavily as he spills his cum into you. You’re sure you black out for a second, your ears ringing from the intensity of your orgasm leaving you unable to open your eyes. Calloused fingers caress your skin, swollen lips peppering gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks.

“You did so well princess” he sighs, pulling out of you. The sight of his cum dripping out of your fucked out pussy onto the sheets beneath you make his cock throb.

Suga knows he should let you rest, you’ve been so good for him all night but he’s insatiable.

Lying down next to you and pulling your back against his chest he hikes up your thigh, resting it on his pushing his already hard cock back into you. He hushes your whimpers, shoving two fingers into your mouth and slowly grinding his hips against yours.

“Just one more”

[rocorambles]

asahi needs some love :( so what about his first time going rough on his s/o

Asahi is a man who prefers to make love to you and it shows in the sensual, almost sweet way he always handles your body, BUT every once in a while, you just really rile him up. This man has an inner competitive streak in him....I mean have you seen how on edge he gets whenever Hinata is right on his heels about wanting to be an ace AND he chose to be a fashion designer, literally one of the most cutthroat jobs ever. He’s a sweet, shy guy, but when he has something to prove, he’s going to damn well prove himself. 

Warnings: NSFW

It was hot at the bar he had met up with Daichi and Suga at for one of their monthly reunions and Daichi had pulled his sweater off, accidentally tugging his t shirt along with it as well, revealing line after line of scratch marks on his back. “Do you have a cat?” Daichi freezes at that question and hastily tugs his shirt back down, but from the blush on his face, Asahi and Suga know exactly what those marks are from. The rest of the evening continues smoothly, but a nagging thought tugs at Asahi’s mind the whole time. You’ve never lost your senses so much during sex that you’d leave marks like that. He knows he makes you feel good, but was it really good enough? Was he good enough? The thoughts fester in his brain until a determined glint lights his eyes. Yes, he could be good enough. He’d prove it. 

You’re in shock when you happily let your boyfriend into your house, expecting his typical sweet kiss, only to have lips hungrily capture yours. You two have shared many passionate kisses, but none of them were like this, none of them had you feeling like a prey being eaten whole. You barely have time to breathe before you’re being swept up by strong arms and thrown onto your bed so hard you slightly bounce from the impact. There’s something so primal, so feral about the way Asahi’s tearing off your clothes and intensely staring at you with darkened eyes that has your thighs clench and you eagerly lay yourself on the bed, submitting to the predator on top of you. 

There’s biting and clawing and your mind is so hazy and overwhelmed that you aren’t sure exactly who’s leaving marks on who over the sounds of your screams and Asahi’s low grunts as he holds your hips still in a bruising grip and rapidly pistons in and out of your drenched cunt. You love the typical sex you have with Asahi where he carefully maps and explores your entire body, slowly but surely kindling the fire inside of you until you melt in bliss. But this is nothing like that. You can hardly believe the sounds echoing throughout the room are coming from your own voice as you wail when he brutally hits the spongy spot inside of you with every rough thrust and you barely register the way your nails dig into his arms, shoulders, and back as you desperately try to ground yourself somehow, yet at the same time encouraging him to go harder, deeper, faster. 

Your stomach is coiling into bigger knots than you’ve ever felt before and you feel something inside you rapidly rising, an inferno inside of you growing so large you’re afraid you won’t be able to handle its eruption, but you don’t have a choice and as Asahi feels the telltale sign of your body tensing and your pussy clenching around him, he furiously rubs your clit and that’s all it takes for you to explode. You can’t even muster up a sound as your jaw slackens and your eyes go wide, but Asahi doesn’t let up his pace even a bit and your body convulses as he fucks you through your orgasm, desperately chasing his own end. 

Both of you pant for breath as he finally releases inside of you, but you let out a breathy laugh as your boyfriend has a swift 180 personality change. Concern, worry, and regret flood his face as he frantically examines your body littered with bruises and bite marks, dark shades of purple, blue, and red gracing your skin. But you stop his babbling apologies by lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a tender kiss and gently murmuring assurances of how much you loved every second of it. And when he makes his way to the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean you with, he proudly smiles at the red scratch marks that grace the entire length of his arms and back. 

[sugako]

work stresses pt.2

pairing: timeskip!suga x reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, nsfw, fluff, smut, established relationship, showering together (*not shower sex), oral (female receiving), slight praise kink, slow sex, aftercare, little itty bitty angst (discussing being stressed), soft suga snuggles

a/n: part 2/2 of soft suga helping out his partner who was stressed after a long work day

link to pt. 1

“I’m taking a shower now and then we can go to bed.” You said after a moment of silence. 

He put his hand around the small of your back, following you to the bathroom. 

“And you’re coming along?” You ask. 

“I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

“Kō, I’m okay, really--”

“And I just want to take a shower with you.” 

You grinned as he shut the door behind you. As he turned the water on you began stripping off the clothes you had just changed into. He turned back, unable to take his eyes off of you as you reached past him to check the temperature of the water. You caught him staring as he peeled away his own clothes. 

Before he could see how bright your cheeks were you stepped into the water. The heat felt nice against your tired muscles. Slowly, you relaxed and picked up the soap to begin washing off. 

“Let me.” Kōshi whispered into your ear. You jolted, not hearing him step in. Turning to face him, you pecked his cheek.

“You don’t--”

“I want to take care of you tonight, okay?” 

You melted under his deep stare, only nodding in response. He lathered up your washcloth and began working the soap into every corner of your body. Your muscles loosened with every spot he touched.

That is until he ungently tapped your ass when he brought the cloth between your thighs. 

“Hey!” You yelped. 

“Heh, my bad.” 

When he had finished, you stood under the stream of water, letting it all rinse off. You soaked your hair for him as he grabbed your shampoo, he rubbed it into your scalp. The feeling of his fingers against your head made you sleepy. Again, you rinsed, and he moved on with the conditioner. 

When you rinsed this time, you finally spoke up. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t really feel like shaving tonight.” 

He nodded tightly. It was obvious that he was getting riled up with this, and if you were being honest, so were you. 

“Sounds good. I guess I should clean up now then too. Why don’t you go dry off and I’ll meet you back in bed.” 

“Thank you, Kōshi.” You took his face in your hands and gave him a long kiss, faces wet from the spray of water behind you. 

You stepped out, quickly grabbing your towel and drying off. 

“Oh, and y/n?” You could barely hear his soft tone over the running water. 

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you wear that cute nightgown I got you?” 

You were glad he couldn’t see the bright red flush that filled your cheeks. Nightgown was a generous word for the short strappy satin dress. He had purchased it a few weeks ago, but you hadn’t worn it once, usually opting for oversized and stained clothes to sleep in. 

“Y-yeah, okay.” 

His honey sweet chuckle betrayed his obvious intentions. You wrapped the towel tightly around you, picked up your pajamas, and rushed out of the bathroom. Knowing the rest of his shower would be short, you stuffed the old nightclothes into your hamper, flung the towel off, and nervously slipped the dress over yourself. 

The baby blue material just barely hugged your curves, little lace details peeking out from the hems. For a moment, you stood awkwardly in front of the door unsure of what to do. Then you glanced down at the bed, so inviting and warm and quickly sunk into it. 

As soon as you drew the comforter over your legs, the water turned off. Listening closely, you heard him opening the door to walk down the short hallway to your room. He came in with only a towel hanging low on his hips and a tender stare. He shut the door behind him and quickly sauntered to the bed. 

Without a word, he straddled you and engulfed you in a loving kiss. Your hands came around the back of his damp neck, scrunching the hair at the base of his neck. He moaned into your mouth and quickly pulled away. The towel was hanging on by a thread, but you didn’t have time to admire him as he scooted down the bed and put his head between your thighs, pulling the blanket down with him. 

“Kō, what are you…?” You couldn’t finish your breathy question. 

“I said I’ll take care of you. And it seems like you could use this, if you want?” 

“I do.”

He began kissing and lapping up your thighs, pushing the fabric of the dress up until his hot breath reached your core. 

“This is a pretty color on you.” 

Before you could breathily say your thanks, his tongue was on you. His arms came under your thighs and wrapped around you so he could clasp his hands around the bottom of your stomach, holding your hips down. You twitched under him and kept your white knuckles wrapped in the soft sheets below you.

When he stopped his languid laps along your dripping folds and moved to lightly play with your clit you cried out. Your hands moved on their own to wrap around his atop your stomach. 

“Kōshi!” You gasped, squirming against his face. Your eyes were trained on the white ceiling until you felt him pull away. At once, you pulled your hands away from him and looked down. He was smiling tiredly, face glistening with your slick.

“I just wanted to see your pretty face. Good girl.”

Butterflies flew around the pit of your stomach with the pet name. Your thighs twitched and drew in closer. His mouth closed over your throbbing clit, but his eyes stayed on you. You didn’t move your eyes away from his this time. 

After a moment he took his hands away from your stomach. One came up to grab yours and the other traveled down. Swiping his middle and index finger up and down your folds, he prodded at your clenching hole slowly entering you. 

You let out a small gasp and gripped down hard on the hand he had laced with yours. The pleasure was overwhelming. You couldn’t control as you hips bucked gently against his face.

“I’m so close, Kōshi! Please, please… yes, you’re so good. K-Kōshi!” 

His deep moans vibrated you as he finally closed his eyes and you threw your head back. His fingers were pumping you hard and tickling against your soft spot. You couldn’t stop the lewn whines and moans that escaped your mouth as you began convulsing and twitching under him. He slowed his pace, drawing out your orgasm to a slow end before finally pulling away. 

“Thank you, Kōshi.” You thanked him breathlessly, chest still heaving. 

You leaned forward and took his face in your hands, guiding him up to your face. He hummed against your lips with his. The smell of his woody floral shampoo filled your senses as his wet, soft lips sloppily worked against yours. 

Before he could pull back, your hand wrapped around his stiff cock. His towel had fallen away some time ago, forgotten at the end of bed. 

He gasped and whined into your ear. 

“I’m supposed to take care of you, sweetheart.” He said shakily. 

“You still can, but you deserve care too. I want you inside of me.” 

His wide eyes relaxed as he leaned back to look at you. You pulled the nightgown, already half up your body, off the rest of the way. He rested his body against yours, letting his weeping cock brush up against your entrance. 

“Yeah?” He asked snakily, lightly kissing the shell of your ear. “What do you want me to do to you?” 

You shivered under his intense stare. 

“I… I want you to… want you to fuck me.” 

It sounded more like a question when it came out of your mouth. He smirked and rolled his hips against yours. 

“You’re so cute when you’re all flustered.” 

He pushed the tip of himself into you. 

“You wanna go slow tonight?” 

Holding you tightly, he eased himself between your quivering thighs. You shook your head rapidly, breathing deeply as you adjusted to him. Normally, you might want to be fucked hard, face down into the bed, but tonight you just wanted to be held and comforted. 

“Alright then.” He hotly breathed into your ear. You clenched around him at his words. Your arms wrapped around his back, lightly scratching at his soft skin. He shuddered into you as he finally began pumping in you. His movements were kind but firm. 

Against your own personal wishes, your hips lifted up to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his back so he could hit just a little deeper. 

“Please, you can go a little...ah, a little faster.” You begged. 

His pace was incredibly agonizing, but you were growing impatient.

“Yeah.” He said simply before moving to meet your needs. 

You cried out as he hit the deepest part of you. He cradled your head in one hand, bringing you in for a messy kiss. His other hand reached down to toy with your clit. You could tell he was close the way he began to stutter his thrusts. 

With a few gentle touches, you were already close again. Your back arched off the bed, seeking release as he drilled into you. 

“So… close.” You whined out. The pitch of your voice raising with each second that passed. 

“Me too,” he panted. “Want me to cum inside of you?”

“Uh-huh,” you cried with your nails firmly dug into his shoulders, “I-I’m cumming!” You cried as you shook. As you clenched around him, you could feel him pulsing within you. He gave two final thrusts just as you came down from your own high, limp now. His cock twitched and sputtered inside of you as he released himself. He let out a stammering sigh as he came within you. 

He collapsed onto you, panting into your ear. Even if his full weight wasn’t pressing you into the soft mattress you weren’t sure you could move now if you tried. You tried to concentrate on catching your breath, but it was difficult with his cock still inside of you, slowly softening. 

“Feeling…” he sighed, “...feeling better, love?” You whined as he shifted to pull out. “Thanks for talking about how you’re feeling. I know it’s tough, but it’ll make you feel better. Even though it’s important to feel negative emotions sometimes, it certainly feels nicer when we don’t.” She cringed a little as his teacher’s voice wormed its way into his words, but she knew he was right. 

“Thank you, Kōshi, I know.” 

He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and sat up. “Let’s get you cleaned up or… we could take a bath?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow and you rolled your eyes. 

“Let’s take a bath tomorrow,” you compromised, yawning.

“Yeah, you’ve had a long day, huh.” He trudged out of the room to the bathroom. 

Moments later he had returned, changed into clean sweatpants, with a warm cloth. He wiped you down, placing loving pecks along your body as he went. Your mind was hazy with sleep and exhaustion, barely able to register the sweet murmurs and praises he whispered. He helped you back into the blue nightgown. 

After turning out the light he eased into bed beside you, pulling you close. Within moments, your eyes were fluttering shut as the soft beating of Kōshi’s heart lulled you to sleep.

[sick-atsumu-side]

This one is from a video I saw on youtube but could you write something about Kageyama having a heastroke while practicing and his visions blurs he almost falls but Enoshita (I love him) helps him and keeps an eye on him but things start to worsen and he vomits and then faints. I dont know why Enoshita, he just seems like an angel. I'm sorry I couldnt detail this as much, the rest is up to you! Have a nice day and stay safe. And once again Thank you for the RinxHaru fic I LOVED IT!! 💜

D. Sun’s not my friend | Kageyama Tobio

Okeey, sorry for being late but here it is! I really hope you like it cos’ I think it’s kind of short and I don’t know if this is what you imagined... but I tried my best! and if you want another just tell me! Thank u for all of your support, you’re awesome!💞

“All right, all of you!  Drink lots of water and go inside! The sun was very hot today.”

When Daichi said those words, they were firm and serious, despite the sweat pouring down his forehead. The Karasuno team had run and trained all morning in the open air and now they were finally done. It was a relief for everyone, well, almost everyone.

Kageyama breathed heavily through his mouth, he felt hot, and his head began to ache. He wasn’t sweating, though. He knew it was because of the sun, but he also wanted to practice more, couse' he knew that all he trained for was not enough and he wasn’t the only one.

He needed to practice more.

“Yooo! Kageyama! Toss me some passes!”

Kageyama drank some water from his bottle, because he was very thirsty after all. Then, he went to the court where Hinata was, while the rest of the team went to the bathrooms to get a shower. However, as soon as he walked there he felt the ground move heavily under his feet and he became way dizzy, like he did minutes ago in the open air. His vision became somewhat blurred and he blinked a couple of times to ease the bad feeling. It wasn't until someone grabbed his arm that he was able to stabilize a bit.

Something wasn’t right about him.

‘‘Kageyama, you okay?” Ennoshita had a very worried expression on his face as he saw him, because Kageyama looked almost ready to pass out. “Kageyama?’‘

Kageyama felt very confused at that moment and his breaths became heavier than before. He even saw tiny black circles in front of him and before he knew it, he almost falled to the ground. His pulse going more faster than usual and almost fainting. Ennoshita grabbed him again by his chest just in time, clearly worried.

‘‘You’re not okay.’‘ He said, looking up to call someone but no one was there besides them and Hinata, who was doing receiving exercises. “You feel dizzy? Kageyama? How’s your heartbeat? You need to sit down, maybe-’‘

“M’ kay.”Kageyama whispered quickly, swallowing a bit before blinking a few times to steady himself and to get away from him. He looked surprised because of what actually happened. “Just... got dizzy suddendly, i’m fine now.”

‘‘You sure? You look too hot, maybe-’’

‘‘I’m okay now, thanks Ennoshita-san.’’

“Bu-”

Ennoshita saw him walk away from him, almost running off to where Hinata was, who was quite annoyed with him for being late. Kageyama winced in pain as he got there and ignored Hinata, because his headache was getting worse as the time passed by. Even the light was making him feel bad.

His muscles felt heavy. What was wrong with him? He was now inside the gym, it couldn’t be the sun. Kageyama sighed again, this time ready to toss some passes to the tangerine next to him.

“I don’t know how those two have that energy after all morning practice under the sun.” Asahi said, as he entered the gym and went to sit down in a bench, the one where Ennoshita was going, just to keep an eye on Kageyama. He was worried, even if he already told him he was ok. “I’m actually dying.”

Ennoshita was so focused on the first years, that he wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation between Asahi and Suga, who followed Asahi in the bench.

“They’re monsters.” Suga said, as he sat down with a bottle of water in his hands. “They don’t have a limit. Geez.”

“You think?”

The two lifted his head up to see Ennoshita, who had this serious look on his face. Suga and Asahi looked at each other a bit confused, but only raised their shoulders as a response. They really thought Hinata and Kageyama were monsters.

Ennoshita wasn’t too sure about that.

For his part, Kageyama had already tossed like ten passes to Hinata and he felt thristy and pained enough to stop. His mouth was dry but wet with foul-tasting saliva, and his headache was worsening as the time passed by. It felt like a migraine at this point. He really needed a stop.

He needed the light out of his eyes.

‘‘Wait, Hinata.”

‘‘Ahhh?! You tired already?! I guess I win...”

“It’s not that, you boke!” Kageyama looked mad, as he was putting his hands on his knees to hold his entire body from collapsing. He was practically bending and his stomach made a gurgle. He felt sick. “Can you grab me some water? I’m thirsty.”

Hinata looked at him, very confused.

‘‘Can’t you go on your own, Tiredyama?’‘

‘‘JUST GO, YOU STUPID!”

Hinata ran his way towards the bathroom without even doubting after that angry yell, and Ennoshita stood up from the bench. Kageyama was breathing heavily and he didn’t looked good, he was clearly far away from feeling fine. He even closed his eyes because of the throbbing headache. He was so hot and dizzy at the same time, that it made his stomach lurch.

Everything he had eaten was apparently coming up through his esophagus. He felt nausea overwhelming him and he burped unconsciously, placing a hand on him mouth almost immediately. Damn, he was going to throw up but he couldn’t move.

Fuck.

‘‘Kageyama! You ok there?!”

Ennoshita couldn’t even get closer to him before Kageyama collapsed to the ground, his head slapping the fabric of the court with a loud ‘knock’. The second year didn’t thought it twice before running fast to his side. Suga and Asahi also got up from the bench and ran fast to him behind Ennoshita. They were all too worried to even think.

‘‘Kageyama, can you hear me? Hey, Kageyama.” the first year gave out a moan as a response, gagging slightly and wet into the ground, his entire body jerking a bit. Asahi got panicked and placed a hand on his mouth. “Shit, I think he’s gonna be sick.”

Suga nodded.

“I’m going to get a bi-”

Kageyama released a mouthful of bile to the ground, coughing slightly as he was choking himself. Ennoshita jumped a bit in surprise.

“Turn him over.” Suga almost yelled, forgetting about getting a bin. “He could drown, we’ll clean later.”

Kageyama belched a bit of sick without warning and Ennoshita turned him over quickly in a resting position, that way he could throw up without choking himself. Kageyama grimaced as a mouthful of sick poured out from his mouth into the ground next to him, coughing harshly at the end. The escene was sickening and he couldn’t open his eyes.

“Where’s Daichi?” Ennoshita says.

“I don’t know.”

Kageyama gagged harshly another mouthful of putrid vomit and started to cry without even knowing. His head was almost killing him and his heartbeat was so fast that he felt anxious like if he was having a panick attack. He didn’t knew exactly what was happening to him, he couldn’t even hear clearly the soft voices talking to him.

‘‘That’s it, Kageyama, just let it out. I’m with you, you’ll be fine.” Ennoshita said to him, rubbing his shoulder and back softly. Kageyama belched another wave of sick, splashing to his side in the already pool next to his face. “Let all of that shit out of your body. No one besides us are here.”

Kageyama started to cry even harder, because he couldn’t breath and everything was hurting inside of him. However, the throbbing headache was the worse part of this and how hot his body felt at that time. Everything was moving around him and he couldn’t move.

“This is bad.” Ennoshita whispered. “Suga-”

‘‘Asahi, can you get the coach or Daichi? I think he’s having a heatstroke.” Suga interrupted Ennoshita, as another round of pale sick poured from Kageyama’s mouth and splashed it into the ground. “If that’s so, he needs to get to the hospital.”

“I was thinking the same.” Ennoshita said, as he saw Kageyama’s entire body jerk with a gag. This time foam was coming out from his mouth.

Fuck.

“He spent too many time in the sun without a cap. Geez.”

‘‘Geez, you’ll be okay, Kageyama.” Ennoshita tried to calm him down, because Kageyama was far away from fine. “Just don’t pass out, stay with me. Stay awake till we call 911.”

Hinata got panicked when he got back, dropping the bottle of water to the ground in shock.

‘‘What happened?!”

‘‘He’s too warm, Suga.” Ennoshita ignored Hinata, as he lifted up a bit of Kageyama’s body, who was almost convulsing. “He’s going to pass out pretty soon.” he was too worried to even think straight but he tried to remain calm. ‘‘I’m going to call 911, can one of you hold him?”

“What happened to him?!”

“Hinata, come with me. We have to get the coach.”

Kageyama gagged hard into Ennoshita’s hands and his entire body yerked in pain again. He wasn’t even concious and his breathing was fast enough to make him shake twice. Another harsh gag made him start spitting more foam up and Asahi ran out of the gym with Hinata by his side, the two too panicked and worried to say something more. They had to get the coach.

‘‘You’ll be ok, Kageyama.’‘ Ennoshita repeated, before trying to grab his phone to call 911. ‘‘Wha-’‘

‘‘I’ll call, don’t let him choke.”

Suga grabbed Ennoshita’s phone before the second year could finish his sentence, that way he could steady Kageyama, who was now convulsing a bit and already unconscious. Seconds after that, he passed out in Ennoshita’s hands, still breathing heavily.

This was a very bad, bad situation. They had to get him to the hospital very soon. Ennoshita felt kind of guilt because the state of Kageyama, however, he needed to think straight and just cleaned up Kageyama’s mouth, which was slightly open.

“You’ll be ok, Kageyama.”

[catnaples]

HAIKYUU HEADCANONS: Character Death

MY HEART AFTER WRITING THESE = </3

“Hi, I’d love to request something really sad? Idk I'm feeling like my heart needs to be broken. Can I request Suga and Bokuto in a headcanon where they die in Y/N’s arms?”

TW: Character death, S*icide

BOKUTO

♥ You had decided to take off work for the day, knowing how important this game to your boyfriend was

♥ So when you entered the gym and he saw you, his serious face completely shattered and he turned into a bubbly muscular child, running over and staring up at you with loving eyes.

♥ “Y/N, I’m so happy you were able to make it to my game!” He’ll yell, bringing the attention of the stadium to you. Your boyfriend was, after all, a very famous volleyball player, and he had plenty of people chasing after him

♥ You blew him a kiss and wished him luck on his game. That seemed to do the trick for him because he managed to land every point that he went for. He was doing amazing, and you were already planning on what you were going to do for him tonight as congratulations for the win

♥ Halfway through the second set is when it happened

♥ The spiker on the other side had hit the ball incredibly hard, but Bokuto, in an attempt to impress his team and fans (and most importantly, YOU) had decided he was going to try and stop it from hitting the ground. It made contact with his chest instead, with enough force to knock the breath out of him and send him to the ground

♥ You remember very clearly what the doctor had said to you the next day while he was lying there, dying. “If he hadn’t hit his head so hard when falling, then he would have survived with just some bruising. He would have been able to finish his game and go home with you.” But instead, his brain was bleeding and the surgery only had a 3% success rate.

♥ You stayed with him for his final 3 days after that god-forsaken game, occasionally accompanied by Akaashi, or by Kuroo, or even Tsukki. They all had been friends with him, and they all were aching. But they weren’t aching like you were.

♥ He was still able to speak a little bit, but the bleeding was accelerating and it was affecting his memory. The first day, he continued to tell you he loved you, his large hands grasping yours. His hair no longer had any product in it and was laying flat. His eyes were becoming lifeless as he realized that he would never be able to play another game again. He would never see you again. He would never see his friends

♥ The second day, he had a hard time remembering your favorite memories, his high school memories, all of his past games. He barely remembered Tsukki when he came that second day, and even though Tsukki could pretend that it didn’t hurt when he was in that room, you caught him crying in the hallway a few minutes later.

♥ You kissed him repeatedly that day, showing him videos and pictures of him playing. It seemed to bring tremendous joy to him, but he was still dying. He was trying to come to terms with it.

♥ The next day, he didn’t remember you. His brain was messed up. He couldn’t remember you. He couldn’t remember Akaashi. He couldn’t remember Kuroo. You’ll never forget watching them, the people who you saw as so strong, break down in front of you as they watched their best friend slip away in such little time

♥ For his final hour of life, you sat by his side and told him all of your memories together while he weakly stared at you, his eyes hazy. His last words to you were, “Y/N...I don’t remember you but...I understand why I fell in love with you.”

SUGAWARA

♥ Sugawara and you had been dating since your second year in high school. You were now in your final year of college, planning on your wedding

♥ For the last year, after the shooting at his elementary school, he had been off though. He had always blamed himself for the mass murder of his students. You constantly had to comfort him and let him know that it wasn’t his fault. He was being held at gunpoint in the breakroom, How was he supposed to get to his students when they were all the way across the school with another teacher?

♥ It seemed like people were split on whether it was his and the other teachers faults though. The parents of all of the children that were murdered had sent him letters nonstop, accusing him of all of the things he did wrong. According to them, Sugawara should have been the one to die. After a while, he started to believe that

♥ He seemed to be getting better about 6 months ago. He was going to therapy, and you were doing everything in your power to be there for him. This wasn’t just something that someone could get over in a few days. It could take years, and you were prepared to stay by his side through it all

♥ But exactly a month before the day of your wedding, you took a pregnancy test, and it came back positive. You showed it to Sugawara, and at the time, he seemed excited. But you should have known better. You should have paid more attention to the look in his eyes.

♥ Three days later, you came home after a full day of not hearing from Suga. You didn’t pay much attention to it, distracted by the thoughts of an upcoming baby. So when you walked in and found him on the living room floor, his body convulsing, you dropped everything and screamed

♥ You ran to his body and pulled him into his arms, watching as his once pretty face, now bright red, contorted between pain and fear. Thin streams of vomit were leaking from his mouth as strange gurgling noises came from his throat

♥ You yanked your phone from your pocket, teary eyed and panicked, but he knocked it out of your hands, his wide eyes pleading with you. He meant to do this. That was the moment you saw the empty pill bottles laying near him

♥ You knew that the ambulance wouldn’t get here in time with how much he had consumed, so you held him close, ignoring the vomit that smeared on your shirt. “Sugawara...why?” you cried out as his body slowly became limp in your arms. Only when his body was completely still and his breathing stopped, that you let him go and layed him down. You examined his face, no longer red, but still messy. Swollen. He was dead. You cried hard over his body as you held his face, asking his lifeless body why he did it

♥ It wasn’t till after the police and coroner came and took his body to prep, that they discovered his note. It told you that he had killed himself because he couldn’t live with the fact that he had let so many children die, just to have one for himself. He felt like he couldn’t be the one to protect that child. It was a long, heartbreaking letter, and it ended in 10 heartbreaking words: “I will see you in your next life, my love”

[newstfionline]

Monday, August 16, 2021

U.S. Air Force veteran comforts children plagued by gun violence (Reuters) Like many cities across the United States, Washington has seen a spike in shooting-related deaths during the pandemic. Homicides were up 19% in 2020 compared to 2019, according to the Washington Metropolitan Police Department. This month’s data shows that the city has already clocked more cases than at the same time last year. “It’s like a war zone. It’s like being in the military,” Jawanna Hardy said. Frustrated by the senseless loss of life, Hardy, an Air Force veteran and now a 34-year-old high school English teacher, launched ‘Guns Down Friday,’ an outreach program to support neighborhoods plagued by gun violence—including the one she has lived in since childhood. She has raised money for shooting victims’ gravestones, advocated for more streetlights, and trained people how to treat bullet wounds themselves. She drives her van—adorned with photos of young gun violence victims—through the streets to greet youngsters. On a recent Friday, she arrived with water balloons. “Put your guns down and pick your water balloons up!” Hardy cried through a megaphone as children outside an apartment complex in southeast Washington laughed and scrambled to drench one another. She knows her Friday night street parties will not stop gun violence but hopes they can at least provide children a brief respite from the constant fear in which many live.

Haitians scramble to rescue survivors from ruins of major quake (Reuters) Haitians labored overnight to pick through shattered buildings in search of friends and relatives trapped in the rubble after a devastating earthquake struck the Caribbean country on Saturday, killing 1,297 people and injuring at least 5,700 more. The 7.2 magnitude quake flattened hundreds of homes in the impoverished country, which is still clawing its way back from another major temblor here 11 years ago, and has been without a head of state since the assassination of its president last month. Churches, hotels, hospitals and schools were badly damaged or destroyed, while the walls of a prison were rent open by the violent shudders that convulsed Haiti. Access to the worst-hit areas was complicated by a deterioration in law and order that has left key access roads in parts of Haiti in the hands of gangs, although unconfirmed reports on social media suggested they would let aid pass.

Want to stay long term in France? First come the classes on how to be French. (Washington Post) In France, la vie en rose comes wrapped in red tape. Foreigners hoping to stay here long term must sign an “integration contract” and agree to uphold French values. The contract requires four days of civic education, yet what’s taught is more akin to a government crash course in how to be French. There are discussions about Marianne—the symbolic embodiment of the French Republic—and about classical culinary dishes, such as duck confit and escargot. France 101 covers both the cultural (how to visit museums) as well as the practical (how to navigate the national health-care system). The classes, plus language lessons for anyone whose fluency doesn’t measure up, help determine whether an applicant gets a multiyear visa. Every year, an average of 100,000 people take the courses, in cities across the country. The contemporary agreement explicitly states that receiving an extended residency visa is conditional on abiding by its terms, a key one being deference to French values. After an applicant signs the document, the language test is administered and 24 hours of classes scheduled.

Taliban sweep into Afghan capital after government collapses (AP) The Taliban swept into Afghanistan’s capital Sunday after the government collapsed and the embattled president joined an exodus of his fellow citizens and foreigners, signaling the end of a costly two-decade U.S. campaign to remake the country. Heavily armed Taliban fighters fanned out across the capital, and several entered Kabul’s abandoned presidential palace. Suhail Shaheen, a Taliban spokesman and negotiator, told The Associated Press that the militants would hold talks in the coming days aimed at forming an “open, inclusive Islamic government.” Kabul was gripped by panic. Helicopters raced overhead throughout the day to evacuate personnel from the U.S. Embassy. Smoke rose near the compound as staff destroyed important documents, and the American flag was lowered. Several other Western missions also prepared to pull their people out. Fearful that the Taliban could reimpose the kind of brutal rule that all but eliminated women’s rights, Afghans rushed to leave the country, lining up at cash machines to withdraw their life savings. The desperately poor—who had left homes in the countryside for the presumed safety of the capital—remained in parks and open spaces throughout the city. Many people watched in disbelief as helicopters landed in the U.S. Embassy compound to take diplomats to a new outpost at the airport. U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken rejected comparisons to the U.S. pullout from Vietnam.

From hubris to humiliation: America’s warrior class contends with the abject failure of its Afghanistan project (Washington Post) Twenty years ago, when the twin towers and the Pentagon were still smoldering, there was a sense among America’s warrior and diplomatic class that history was starting anew for the people of Afghanistan and much of the Muslim world. “For you and us, history starts today,” then-Deputy Secretary of State Richard L. Armitage told his Pakistani counterparts. Earlier this month, as the Taliban raced across Afghanistan, retired Lt. Col. Jason Dempsey, a two-time veteran of the war, stumbled across Armitage’s words. To Dempsey, the sentiment was “the most American thing I’ve ever heard” and emblematic of the hubris and ignorance that he and so many others brought to the losing war. “We assumed the rest of the world saw us as we saw ourselves,” he said. “And we believed that we could shape the world in our image using our guns and our money.” Both assumptions ignored Afghan culture, politics and history. Both, he said, were tragically wrong. Michèle Flournoy, one of the architects of President Barack Obama’s troop surge in Afghanistan in 2010, said, “In retrospect, the United States and its allies got it really wrong from the very beginning. The bar was set based on our democratic ideals, not on what was sustainable or workable in an Afghan context.” Flournoy acknowledged in hindsight that the mistake was compounded across Republican and Democratic administrations, which continued with almost equal fervor to pursue goals that ran counter to decades—if not centuries—of the Afghan experience.

Afghanistan’s collapse leaves allies questioning U.S. resolve on other fronts (Washington Post) The Taliban's stunningly swift advances across Afghanistan have sparked global alarm, reviving doubts about the credibility of U.S. foreign policy promises and drawing harsh criticisms even from some of the United States' closest allies. And many around the world are wondering whether they could rely on the United States to fulfill long-standing security commitments stretching from Europe to East Asia. "Whatever happened to 'America is back'?" said Tobias Ellwood, who chairs the Defense Committee in the British Parliament. "People are bewildered that after two decades of this big, high-tech power intervening, they are withdrawing and effectively handing the country back to the people we went in to defeat," Ellwood said. "This is the irony. How can you say America is back when we're being defeated by an insurgency armed with no more than [rocket-propelled grenades], land mines and AK-47s?" As much as its military capabilities, the United States' decades-old role as a defender of democracies and freedoms is again in jeopardy, said Rory Stewart, who was Britain's minister for international development in the Conservative government of Theresa May. "The Western democracy that seemed to be the inspiration for the world, the beacon for the world, is turning its back," Stewart said. Rivals of the United States also have expressed dismay. Among them is China, which fears that the ascent of an extremist Islamist government on its western border will foster unrest in the adjoining province of Xinjiang, where Beijing has waged sweeping crackdowns on the Uyghur population that have been denounced by the West. The United States' Arab allies, which have long counted on the U.S. military to come to their aid in the event of an attack by Iran, also have faced questions over whether they will be able to rely on the United States.

Torrential rains lash wide areas of Japan, three feared dead after landslide (Reuters) Torrential rain lashed much of Japan on Sunday, flooding roads and buildings in the western part of the country, while three people were feared dead after a landslide in central Nagano prefecture. Large parts of Japan, particularly the southernmost main island of Kyushu, have seen record levels of rainfall, causing rivers to overflow and triggering landslides. While the rain had stopped in much of Kyushu as of Sunday morning, Tokyo and other parts of the country were pounded by the downpour. Japan “will continue to face conditions in which a large-scale disaster could occur at anytime, anywhere,” Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga said at a ministerial meeting on Sunday. He called on local municipalities and relevant organisations to cooperate and act with speed on rescue missions and aid.

More military personnel deployed to enforce Sydney Covid restrictions as entire state locks down (CNN) Additional Australian military personnel will be deployed to enforce tighter Covid-19 restrictions in the greater Sydney area next week, authorities announced Saturday, as the entire state of New South Wales (NSW) prepares to go under lockdown. Stay at home orders will be applied across the country’s most populous state, with people only permitted to leave home to shop for essentials, receive medical care, outdoor exercise with one other person, and work if residents cannot work from home. Schooling will also be moved back online. Sydney, the capital of NSW, has been under lockdown measures for more than seven weeks now, and they will likely be extended further; they were set to end on August 28 but the state government has indicated restrictions will remain through September.

Fuel explosion in Lebanon kills 28, wounding dozens (AP) A warehouse where fuel was illegally stored exploded in northern Lebanon early Sunday, killing at least 28 people and injuring 79 more in the latest tragedy to hit the Mediterranean country in the throes of a devastating economic and political crisis. It was not immediately clear what caused the explosion near the border with Syria. Fuel smuggling operations have been ongoing for months. The Lebanese Red Cross said a fuel tanker exploded and its teams recovered 28 bodies from the site in the border village of Tleil. In a statement, it said it evacuated 79 people who were injured or suffered burns in the blast. Hours after the blast, Lebanese Red Cross members were still searching the area for more victims as Lebanese soldiers cordoned the area.

'Once the best in the Middle East,' Beirut hospital pleads for fuel as it faces shutdown (The Week) A once-famed Beirut hospital is now pleading for international aid to avoid running out of essential resources. The American University of Beirut Medical Center in Beirut, Lebanon, is making an urgent appeal to the United Nations and its specialized agencies, the World Health Organization and the U.N. Children's Fund, to supply the hospital with fuel before it's forced to shut down by Monday. Lebanon is mired in an economic and political crisis, and the nationwide fuel shortage is currently the most dire consequence. That's perhaps most clearly reflected in the plight of AUBMC, which said 40 adults and 15 children living on respirators would die immediately and many other patients will be at great risk if the shutdown is not avoided. The medical center said it's been rationing fuel and electricity for weeks, but is running out of both. Liz Sly, The Washington Post's Beirut bureau chief, notes that the American University hospital "was once the best" in the entire Middle East region; the announcement shows that the country is "truly heading to disaster," she writes.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

K finna have to send this in again because tumblr is mean Can I get a scenario where sugas crush draws him a bath after a game and he asks her if she wants to join him? Extra fluffy and maybe something more at the end if you’re feeling up to it :) Thank you so much!!

thank you for the request!fem reader* nsfw warning *

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“I’m home,” Sugawara lazily announces when he walks into the door of his apartment.

“I’m in my room,” he hears you call back, so he follows your voice.

He falls onto your bed as soon as he walks in, groaning loudly.

“I played for two whole sets,” he says. “My entire body hurts.”

“Are you kidding?” you reply. “I can’t believe I missed it. I’ll call in sick to work next time.”

“It’s okay,” he mumbles. “Everything is so sore. I don’t think I can even move.”

“You need a hot bath,” you say, getting up and going into the bathroom. “You can use one of my bath bombs!”

Sugawara doesn’t reply, instead he just waits for you to return.

When you do, he says, “you can join me.”

“I already showered,” you reply.

“I need company!”

“Fine.”

Your friendship with Suga had always been personal. Especially since moving in together a few years ago - there was no avoiding seeing each other in you underwear, or even naked. At some point, you both stopped caring about being seen by the other.

But that didn’t stop Sugawara from getting hot and bothered around you - and it’s not like he wanted to, it’s not like he enjoyed having this weird crush on his best friend. But his eyes always lingered. And when his hands wander across his body when he’s alone in his bedroom, no matter how much he tries not to, your body is always the first - and only - thing he can think about.

On days like these, though, he’d pretend that never happens. He’d act like he’s used to seeing your body - even though he’ll never get used to it. He’d make it look like he felt normal, like he wasn’t freaking out inside.

At some point, you came into your room with your shirt off. “Come on, it’s ready,” you say, so Suga gets up and turns around.

The bra you’re wearing is black lace - and his jaw almost drops when he sees it. He has to close his eyes and think about anything else so his dick doesn’t stiffen.

“I’m out of bath bombs,” you say with a sigh. “We used the last one last week.”

“I’ll get you some more this weekend,” he says, eyes avoiding your chest as you take your bra off. He turns around and pulls off his shirt, willing himself to forget about you behind him.

He hears you walk away, he’s assuming into the bathroom, and after a moment he follows you. You’re already in the bathtub, your head resting on the edge and your body submerged under the water. Your eyes are closed, so he doesn’t feel too awkward pulling his shorts down.

“I’m getting in,” he says as a warning, and you shift your legs to the side so he can fit in with you. His knees are bent slightly, but he fits comfortably, and the heat of the water soothes his stiff and sore muscles almost immediately. The sigh he releases sounds something like a moan, but he can’t care enough to be embarrassed.

“You feel better?”

His eyes open at the sound of your voice. Your own eyes are still closed, and you’re still resting on the edge of the tub.

You look pretty and relaxed. He looks down at your lips, and then down even further to your chest, which is rising and falling slowly with your breathing.

His head spins for a second, but he can’t look away. He’s never seen a more beautiful body, not on any of the girls he’s been with in the past and definitely not in any porn he’s watched. He wants to touch you so badly. Even looking at you makes him feel like a creep - he knows he shouldn’t be looking, that it’s inappropriate to stare at his best friend like this, but he can’t help it.

Then, your eyes open. And you see where he’s looking.

“Your eyes are wandering, Koushi,” you say, and he knows that you know what you’re doing. With your back arched and your arms pushing your breasts together, you’re putting on a very obvious show for him.

He closes his eyes and pulls his knees to his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies.

“Oh,” you say, “well, maybe your dick does. It’s hard as a rock.”

His eyes open wide to look at you. You’ve got one hand on your breast now, tugging your nipple between your index finger and your thumb.

He hadn’t even realized how hard he was - and he definitely didn’t realize that you saw.

“You can touch yourself, if you want. But only if I get to watch.”

“Y/N -”

“You can watch me, too.”

He drops his knees and his hand goes right to his cock - but he doesn’t touch it. He’s looking at your face and you’ve got a knowing smile on your lips. He can’t say anything.

“Don’t you want to?”

He bites his lip. You grin.

“Touch yourself for me.”

And he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, not wasting even a second.

“Go slow.”

With a nod, he moves his hand up his shaft to the tip before sliding it back down hard.

“Koushi,” you scold. “I said slow.”

“How can I go slow when you’re right in front of me?”

“Carefully,” you reply. “I’ll show you.”

You raise a knee and dive one hand under the water, and Suga’s eyes follow it. He watches as your finger slides into yourself slowly, pumping in and out at an agonizing pace - he bucks his hips at the sight.

“See?” you say. “I… I can go slow with you right here - oh.”

Moans broke up your words, but you got them out. Suga wasn’t listening, though, he was too busy watching your hand, watching your delicate pussy that he wished was right in front of his face.

“…add another finger,” he tells you, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “I want yours instead.”

“No,” he replies, and you whine. “Put another finger in - fuck - n-now.”

You do what you’re told. It takes every last bit of Koushi’s willpower to not reach out and touch you - he can’t believe this is happening, you’re here in front of him showing him everything, pleasuring yourself and moaning for him and doing what he says.

He has to stop.

If he doesn’t stop moving his hand, he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast - and he’s sure you’re not even close yet.

“Koushi.”

And he feels like he’s about to cum without even touching himself.

“Why did you stop?”

“I’m - I - I need to slow down.”

You nod, your fingers moving faster despite the small insecurities you felt.

Was he enjoying this? Did he feel awkward? Did he like the view you were giving him?

“Koushi… can we… can we…?”

He understood what you were trying to ask, and he wanted to say yes - almost more than anything, did he want to say yes. But he didn’t want your first time together to be in a bathtub on a random night.

So he shook his head. And he watched your movements sputter to a stop. And he realized that might’ve been the wrong answer.

“Don’t stop,” he said quickly. “Keep… keep fingering yourself for me…”

You nodded, a bit unsure. Suga wrapped his hand around his cock again, holding it tight and bucking his hips up, fucking his hand like he wished he was fucking you.

“God, you are so hot.”

Every time you moaned his name, his hips moved faster. The water was splashing around you both, and he’s sure the floor is soaked by now, but he didn’t care.

“Your body is fucking perfect.”

His hand was wrapped tight around his dick, and he was trying his best to move it at the same pace your fingers were moving into you. He imagined your fingers were his cock, he thought about how tight you would be around him, milking him for everything he’s worth.

“I’ve waited so long for this… you feel so good… so tight… fuck -”

He heard your moans get louder, he saw your body jerk and convulse, and he knew you were cumming. His hand tightened even more, imagining how much tighter you’d be while you came, moving up his cock at a fast pace and then, he came. He convinced himself he was cumming deep inside you, giving you every drop of his cum, not a bit of it going to waste.

But it did - and he immediately felt gross about cumming in the bathwater, but he tried not to care.

And after a moment of silence, he heard you giggle.

He laughs quietly with you. “Y/N…”

“Maybe we should shower instead,” you say.

He nods, and both of you stand. You drain the water and Suga closes the curtain. Then, he turns to face you, and you look up at him.

“Hi,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Hi, sweetheart,” and he drapes his arms over your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.

He isn’t sure where you’ll go from there. He supposes you’ll take a shower next. And then he’ll invite you to sleep in his bed with him, and maybe he’ll find time to confess his feelings to you. He’s got a feeling you already know, though - and that you feel the same way.

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[jeonjagia]

Dancing For Yoongi- Chapter 3 The Healing Building

We travel through the plant building and the fire building, until we come to a pure white building. As we enter I see everything is sterile and clean. Medical building I assume. Suga leads me down the large hallway with rooms on either side. We travel until we come to a circular desk off to the right in an enlarged room. Sitting at the desk is a tall man with a clean shaven face and dark hair puffed up in the front. He wears a white lab coat with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck. He is engrossed in the computer he is looking at. Suga approaches him, with me following him closely. He leans on the counter watching the man below. "Jin," Suga says abruptly. The man jumps, startled. He looks up into Suga's face and mine. "Suga," he says breathlessly," youre here," "Yes, I wanted you to meet my new swimmer, Chandry, meet Jin, the head doctor," Suga says introducing me. After the introduction, Jin turns to Suga and asks,"again? How many will you have?" "She's the last," he says darkly. Jin sighs and stands up. "What else do you want?" He asks. "She has gotten attacked by the girls. She has some scratches and cuts, could you heal her?" "Could I heal her? Suga I am deeply hurt that you don't believe in my ability to heal people," Jin says dramatically, placing his hand on his heart with a shocked expression on his face. "Cut it out," Suga snaps. Jin deflates and says,"yes, I can," though he still looks a little hurt. Jin moves around the desk and walks over to me. I step back unsure of what he'll do. As I bump into Suga behind me, Suga says,"it's ok, Chandry, he won't hurt you," I feel his hands support my back and gently push be to Jin, who smiles kindly at me. He examines my arms and pulls out ointment from one of his many pockets. He applies it gently on my cuts and then steps back. "Anything else?" He asks Suga. Suga shakes his head 'no' and turns to leave. "Who's was she before you?" Jin asks. Suga freezes, turning around he looks at me. "Jungkooks," I reply. Jin walks over to me and looks more closely at my arms. He takes one gently in his hands and runs his fingers over the tops of my arm. I feel the hairs responding to his touch, making a shiver go down my spine. "I can see the scars," he says looking at my arm. I look at him knowing what he means. "The scars of him hitting you, cutting you, hurting you," he says so only I can hear. He looks into my eyes, his face softens. "I'm sorry," he says. I shake my head, tears forming from memories of what Jungkook would do to me. "Don't be, it's not your fault," I say. "It is," he says not making eye contact. "I was the one who healed you after he was done, after you were unconscious from the pain, or from when he knocked you out. I was the one who healed your cuts,bruises, and wounds," he says, voice breaking. "I could of many times taken you away and let you escape from him, but no, I always gave you back cause I was a coward. He would have come to me asking where you where, and I didn't want him to get mad at me, so I gave you back. I'm sorry Chandry, I'm sorry," he says breaking down into tears. I look at him in shock of this news. 'He could of gotten me away from Jungkook? But didn't?' I place my hand on Jin's shoulder, he looks at me. "I forgive you," I reply. I turn and walk away from him, done with my past. I hear Suga following me. I turn as he walks past me. "So you heard everything then?" I ask softly. "Yep," is his only reply.

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Suga has scheduled me so that I will swim for him again, other than that, I just sit by his side as he watches other girls swim knowing that they'll be rejected. I have gained enough popularity that I can roam the blue building without trouble. I hope I don't run into Jungkook, if I do, I have no idea how I'll come out. I walk through the cell hall on my way to the pool room. Around the corner comes another girl, not in her cell. I notice it's the girl that was Suga's before me. She approaches me and stops. I stop also. "Here," she holds out a piece of food. "I, I want you to have this. And I'm sorry for attacking you earlier," I cautiously take the food from her looking at her to see if she's sincere. "Eat it, it's good and will give you protein to swim today," she prompts. I slowly bring the food to eat it. She watches me eat the food. Once I'm done, she has a satisfied smile, whether it's good or bad, I don't know. She walks away with no parting words, leaving me to look back at her wondering what just went on. ************************************* I suit up and wait for Suga's call. After the girl in front of me gets rejected, Suga calls me. I'm the last one of the day. I'll give him a good show. I walk in front if him and toward the ladder. I climb avoiding eye contact and sit at the edge as I always do. I slip into the water and start me dancing. Beautiful, graceful dancing. I dance will all my might, hoping he will love it. About halfway through my dance I start to feel that somethings not right. My dancing slows and I realize there is. I try to go up for air, but my body won't move. I thrash around in the water hoping Suga will notice somethings wrong. My body looses its energy from no air, and I gasp in water. It starts to convulse as it realizes it isn't air. It goes still. I can hear Suga yelling for them to pull me out. Suddenly I feel strong hands pull me out of the water and down the ladder. They place me on the concrete floor and start pressing my chest rhythmically. "Come on, breathe, breathe!" The voice sounds desperate. It keeps pumping. Suddenly I gasp as water rushes out of my mouth. I turn on my side coughing up water from my lungs. I cling to my savior, clutching fistfuls of clothing in my attempt to expel all the water from my lungs. I lay panting on the floor until I regain my strength. I look up at the person who saved me and see a wet Suga looking at me worriedly. "Are you ok now?" He asks, concern in his voice. I nod, still in shock that he pulled me out, not the guards. "What happened?" He asks and he pulls me into his lap. "I assume I was poisoned," I croak, voice still sore. He rocks me, and I realize, that I'm not just a girl that swims for him. I realize, he loves me.

[vantaestummy]

Hi my love!!! So I've been thinking about drunk!Jungkook ever since he did that one Vlive... could you maybe write a fic where Jungkook decides to drink on an empty stomach one night since he likes to do that, but he accidentally overdoes it and ends up super wasted and sick. So another member (maybe Jimin or Suga??) takes care of him and he's just rlly out of it and can't stop puking?? Thank you so much in advance lovely your fics are my fave :') they seriously make me so happy ILY

A/N: ofc! and thank you so much cutie! that means the world to me.

TW/// emeto

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When Jungkook turned 21, it was game over.

For everybody.

He got ridiculously sick on his birthday with his hyungs. Not only did he drink to the point where he almost blacked out, but he puked, everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, in the shower. It was bad, really bad. And Seokjin did not feel like repeating the whole ordeal. 

So he hid all the liquor that they had in the dorms. It was no easy feat, but manageable. 

Still, there was no tricking the maknae. 

Jungkook found the alcohol, there was no doubt about that, and now to spite his hyung, he had locked his door and started a Vlive. 

Drunk. 

It wasn't his finest moment, but he was in the mood for some fun and it was their day off tomorrow. If he had to endure a hangover, it wouldn’t be for long, and there was nothing on the schedule that would make tomorrow hell with one so, he might as well go all out.

“Yes, I'm drinking. I know. I am not a baby! I'm twenty-one, I don’t know why armys insist on calling me a baby. I bet I'm older than some of you on here.” He teases with a smile of pure adoration, his eyes twinkling and his words a bit slurred. He’s having so much fun talking to armys but, a slight sense of uneasiness has begun to clog his system, his stomach feeling a bit funny and his head dizzier than usual when he drinks. He hasn’t even had a lot to drink yet but for some reason, every sip he takes is starting to pain him, gag him almost.

“Alright, it’s getting late and I must go to bed. Goodnight! I love you all.” Jungkook bids before turning off the stream, swallowing convulsively as he makes to fight back the bitter, horrid taste that splashes up his throat. He has no idea why he feels like this when he’s barely had anything to drink but right now, he feels overwhelmingly queasy. 

Jungkook’s cheeks puff out before he even has time to think, filling to the brim with his sick. He sprints raggedly to the other side of the room, falling to the floor as he snatches up the trash can. A torrent of puke shoots from his throat, spraying into the trashcan below and nearly filling it with a grated retch, one that has his ears ringing and his head pounding. He heaves again, coughing and burping up another bout of vomit that even has the audacity to leak from his nose. The harsh reality of it makes him gag even harder. 

“Kooke? Bunny? You okay? It sounds like you’re throwing up.” Jimin’s bubbly and melodic voice seeps in through the crack of the door. Jungkook tries to say that he’s fine but a thick stream of vomit clogs his throat, stopping him from doing so.

He can hear Jimin gasp before the door knob shakes. “Bunny? Jungkook let me in right now.” Jungkook coughs feebly before opening the door, Jimin bursting inside to see a sick and ailing maknae. He lowers himself to the ground. 

“Oh baby, what happened?” Jimin surveys the room, immediately noticing the bottle that isn’t even halfway gone yet. “Drinking? Bunny why?” 

Jungkook drapes himself over the trashcan, his stomach in knots and coiling in regret. “Jus’ wan’ed a lil’...” He groans, burping up thankfully, just a thick wad of saliva. Jimin pets his hair, kissing his head as he rubs the boy’s spine, his stomach contracting as he coughs more and more. 

“Did you eat something baby?” 

Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat.

Because yeah, that makes sense.

He sniffles. “No...” 

Jimin sighs, scratching lightly at Jungkook’s scalp with all the love he can muster. “No wonder you got sick baby. Here, let’s get you to bed, okay?” Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook, hoisting the boy up with all the strength he has. Thankfully, Jungkook can help a bit as he walks on two wobbly legs. Jimin gently places him on his side, kissing his forehead and discarding of the trashcan. He is about to leave when Jungkook yanks Jimin into bed with him, the smaller but older of the two squealing as the maknae wraps his two, strong arms around him, holding him securely in place. “Stay with me, please?” 

Jimin snorts, kissing the palm of Jungkook’s hand. 

“As long as you don’t puke on me, we have a deal.” 

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Protection Squad - Fourteen

14/15

A kind woman offers you a place of work at the animal shelter she owns and one of the animals seems to take a strong liking to you. You thought Suga was just like any other cat you happened to meet in therapy. You realise how wrong you were when he reveals his true self to you in order to do everything he can to prevent anything hurting you ever again.

Pairing- Reader (Y/N) x Suga [or is it… :)) ]

Genre - Shapeshifter!BTS & magic AU

Warning- multiple possible triggers; Mental disorders talked about and portrayed (depression, anxiety , suicidal thoughts and acts) abuse . near death . plus possibly more . If you are uncertain if you can read, privately message me about what you wish to avoid and I’ll tell you if the story contains it.

Protection Squad Masterlist

Shelter Layout

"You sure she's here?" Hoseok mumbled, glancing out the windscreen as he drove slowly through the streets. Yoongi was in the passenger seat, glued to the window and looking every way possible in hopes of finding you.

They had been in the town for an hour already but there wasn't sign of you.

"Yeah, this is town the bus came to," Yoongi replied distractedly.

"Are you sure you remembered the name right? Maybe it was somewhere else. Maybe you got mixed up with the names."

"No, I remembered right. I wouldn't mix up this town. This is where I'm from." Hoseok fell quiet then. He knew all about Yoongi's past, there was nothing they didn't know about each other. Hoseok had even confessed that he was growing too fond of you and that his heart had started to race when you smiled at him. It made their friendship a little uneasy for a while but at the end of the day, Hoseok would never try and act on his feelings for you. It was clear you and Yoongi loved each other. Hoseok really did believe that Yoongi was your soulmate.

"Keep going down here," Yoongi instructed, pointing vaguely to the main road they were travelling down.

Hoseok meant to follow the instructions, Yoongi had been directing the whole time after all but for some reason, Hoseok took the next left.

"What the hell?! I told you to go forward!"

"I know! I don't know, I just...I had to turn this way, my instincts are screaming at me that we need to go this way, hyung." Hoseok explained apologetically. Yoongi looked over at his best friend and considered his words.

"Okay." He finally agreed and allowed Hoseok to drive whichever way he wanted for a good half an hour. "There's nothing down this way," Yoongi announced, starting to think that Hoseok was making a big mistake. "This just leads to the river."

"I still feel like this is the way we need to go." Hoseok was firm but Yoongi wasn't certain.

Upon taking the next right, they both saw the reason Hoseok took them in that direction.

At the bottom of the road was a bridge. On the ledge of the bridge was you.

"Fucking go faster!" Yoongi screeched. All speed limits and laws weren't even part of Hoseok's thought process as he sped up as fast as possible to get to you quicker.

But their speed wasn't enough.

As soon as they saw you falling forward, Hoseok pushed the car until it screeched to a stop next to where you fell. They both jumped out and Yoongi didn't hesitate to climb up onto the bridge.

"Get the car to the bank!" He yelled and then he was diving over, hoping he could save you with everything in him.

Hoseok darted back into the car, barely shutting his door before starting to drive madly.

When he found the bank, he parked as close as he could and clambered out to run to the water's edge.

"Help! Hoseok!" Yoongi yelled. Hoseok's head snapped to his left where Yoongi was trying to push your unconscious body up onto the bank. In seconds, Hoseok was there and heaving you up onto the dirt. Blood was spilling from your nose and open mouth. "The car!" Yoongi demanded as he pulled himself out of the water, coughing up fluid.

Hoseok scooped up your body and ran back to the car. He struggled to open the back door until Yoongi was there tearing it open. Hoseok climbed into the back, holding you and trying to wake you up while Yoongi slammed the door shut and ran around to jump into the driver's seat.

The car pulled away with a screech with Hoseok struggling to recall Seokjin's training and perform chest compressions on you. He didn't doubt you had water in your lungs and knew it needed to come out.

"Is she breathing?!" Yoongi barked, eyes darting madly across the road as she swerved, taking all the back roads to get through the town quickly.

Hoseok stopped what he was doing to try and find your pulse. He couldn't locate it so he leant down and put his ear to your chest.

"Barely!" He straightened back up to return work on your chest. "Come on, Y/N! Wake up!"

Yoongi looked in the rearview mirror, feeling his heart breaking at the sight of Hoseok working desperately to save the girl that had both of their hearts in the palm of her hand.

***

Six bodies stood outside of the shelter silently, watching the car park entrance with their hearts in their throats for the familiar car to approach.

The second Yoongi's car came swerving into view, they set into motion.

Molly and Jimin rushed into the shelter to the medical office where her supplies were already set up.

Seokjin had a small, emergency defibrillator in his hands ready to attach to your body to keep you going as long as Molly needed to perform the spell.

Jungkook and Taehyung were stood either end of the metal bed that was usually in the medical office but they had attached the wheels to bring it outside to put you on straight away.

Namjoon had a pump in his hands, Seokjin's instructions on what to do clear in his mind so that he could get all the fluid from your lungs.

The car wasn't even stationary when the back door flung open. Hoseok did wait until Yoongi had parked haphazardly only metres from the entrance to clamber out and pull your body out of the car.

Jungkook and Taehyung rushed over with the bed and helped put you on it as Yoongi ran around the car to be by your side. Namjoon worked on his task as he sped walk alongside the bed that Jungkook and Taehyung manoeuvred through the front door and into the medical room. Your body convulsed as the fluid was expelled from your lungs but you didn't wake.

Seokjin pushed Namjoon aside when he decided that he could do no more to cut open your hoodie and t-shirt so he could access your chest and place the pads on you.

Molly and Jimin lit the candles and placed the dried plants and crystals around your body in a specific way to make the spell work, careful not to touch your body as Seokjin pressed the button to send electric signals into your body in an attempt to get it working again.

"You can save her, right?" Hoseok practically begged, tears finally overflowing from his eyes now that he was just watching and the adrenaline had gone. Yoongi was also crying but he was shivering madly from the cold of his wet clothes wrapped around his body but he didn't even notice. His entire focus was on you.

"I'll do my best," Molly promised. "Seokjin, it's time." She informed so he stopped performing CPR and stepped back far enough to give Molly space without abandoning the machine. He had full faith in Molly and her magical abilities but he still wanted to have the option to use science if her way didn't work. He didn't want to waste time and risk leaving it too long to save you. "Everyone, out."

"I'm not leaving," Yoongi announced.

"You need to or there's no chance this will work. The room needs to be clear." She gave Yoongi a look. She frowned at the pure agony on his features. "Quickly, Yoongi." He whimpered but nodded and rushed out.

All but Seokjin left. He had assisted Molly in saving every single one of the boys so he knew what to do, how to keep his energy steady even if his heart raced.

It was harder for them both to keep calm enough not to manipulate the energy of the room with their emotions considering that they were both attached to you but they did everything they could to keep their bodies and minds clear.

***

The spell only took five minutes from start to finish but for the six in the foyer, it felt like hours, especially for Yoongi and Hoseok.

When the door opened, the pair were the first to enter and they stared at your still body with bated breath.

"Is...Y/N...did it work?" Yoongi asked, eyes glued to you.

"Yes," Molly answered and he let out a heavy breath of relief and turned into Hoseok's arms as they wrapped around him.

The pair cried in joy and relief that you would be okay. The only thing left to do was to wait for you to wake up.

The last part is next but there are two possible endings. To decide which version to post, I need you guys to answer two questions for me. If no-one answers, I will post the version that I don't doubt people do not want because I'm pretty much a horrible person lets be real. The first question is; How do you want the story to end? The second question is so much simpler but it's more important than it seems. Are you a cat person or a dog person? If both, pick one you'd rather surround yourself with if you could only have either dogs or cats in your life. Just send me an ask answering these two questions, on anon if you even want, to pick which version is getting uploaded. I hope you guys pick well.

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The final part will be up on the 21st of June.