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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Sawamura_Daichi/Sugawara_Koushi
  Character:
      Sawamura_Daichi, Sugawara_Koushi
  Additional Tags:
      Cunnilingus, Dildos, Vaginal_Fingering, Vaginal_Sex, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Strap-Ons, Genderfuck, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Multiple_Sex
      Positions, Established_Relationship, 69_(Sex_Position)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-12 Words: 4791
****** the sudden wave of silver born in you ******
by Itgoeson
Summary
     Daichi thinks about the shrimp t-shirt currently crumpled half under
     her bed at home, about the “owl always love you” socks that she found
     while sorting her laundry this weekend, mixed in with Daichi’s own
     solid navy and black socks. Thinks about the neon green sports bra
     and the eye-searing purple panties with chopsticks printed on them
     (and then tries not to think about the time Suga had been wearing
     both at the same time and nothing else, spreading her legs on
     Daichi’s bed and laughing. “They’re chopsticks because you should eat
     me,” she’d said, beaming like she’d told the cleverest joke.)
Notes
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“Don’t you think it’s a little strange?” a girl asks Daichi, giggling. She
probably has a name, but Daichi’s feeling just spiteful enough to not try to
remember it at the moment. “Why would he like Suga-san? She’s so . . . odd.”
Daichi stares at her. Looks over to where Suga is gently turning down a fellow
third-year, patting his arm when he hangs his head and blushes a deep crimson.
“Odd?” she asks, unimpressed.
The girl blinks. “She’s always punching you and Asahi-san in the stomach,
making faces and wearing the weirdest clothes.”
Daichi thinks about the shrimp t-shirt currently crumpled half under her bed at
home, about the “owl always love you” socks that she found while sorting her
laundry this weekend, mixed in with Daichi’s own solid navy and black socks.
Thinks about the neon green sports bra and the eye-searing purple panties with
chopsticks printed on them (and then tries not to think about the time Suga had
been wearing both at the same time and nothing else, spreading her legs on
Daichi’s bed and laughing. “They’re chopsticks because you should eat me,”
she’d said, beaming like she’d told the cleverest joke.)
Daichi elects not to give the girl any more ammunition, instead continuing to
stare. “I don’t recall, no.”
The girl wilts a bit. Daichi refuses to feel bad.
Suga saunters back to where they’re sitting, smiling softly. “Emi-san, how are
you today? I talked to your brother yesterday, he said you’d been looking into
staying in the area next year?”
Emi-san blinks, then nods. Their teacher stands, and they all scramble to sit
and take notes. Daichi feels unbalanced, though. She watches as Suga sticks her
tongue out of the corner of her mouth, as she takes notes in her spider-scrawl.
(“You wouldn’t know,” Suga had sniffed when Daichi mentioned it, “how hard it
is to write with these tiny pencils, Dai-san. You’ve got dainty hands.”)
So Daichi watches, which is always a mistake. Because Suga is endearingly
weird. She tells the worst jokes, and helps Kageyama with her homework, and
listens to Noshinoya complain about the scab on her hip (and pokes viciously at
it the instant Noya looks away to wave at Asahi), and somehow talks Asahi out
of a panic attack in the most ruthlessly logical way Daichi thinks she’s ever
seen.
Which, well. She’s already in love with Suga. But now she’s aching, too, in
that empty way that always means that she’ll make an ass of herself as soon as
they’re alone.
(Suga seems to be delighted every time this happens, though, so Daichi doesn’t
work herself up about it too much.)
Still, it’s three hours and a grueling practice (where she’d had to keep her
cool every time Suga pulled up the hem of her jersey to wipe at her face every
few minutes) before they’re shoulder-to-shoulder, making their way home in the
dimly lit streets. Asahi had peeled off two streets back, taking her usual
turn, and Daichi has nothing left in her but want for Suga.
And, because she knows that you can only get what you ask for, she nudges
Suga’s shoulder with her own.
Suga breaks off the story she’d been telling – sound effects included – to
glance at her out of the corner of her eye. “Ah?”
“Come over.”
It makes Suga smile, her eyes crinkling. “I’m telling my mom I’m going to
Noya’s,” she warns.
They don’t really make a production of their relationship. Daichi’s family
knows, though she supposes it would be hard not to. Half of Suga’s closet seems
to end up in Daichi’s laundry, she has her own place at the table and
toothbrush by the sink.
(Suga’s brother had caught them making out once. His eyes had gone huge, and
Daichi had been ready to run or jump in between him and Suga, who’d made a
small croaking noise. His lips had thinned and his face crumpled. “Be more
careful,” he’d said, before walking away.
They don’t spend much time at Suga’s.)
~ ~ ~ ~
Daichi’s mother is thrilled. She loves Suga, or maybe loves Suga’s blush and
how hard she teases Daichi and her determination to do the dishes.
Either way, Suga’s free to spend the night. Daichi makes up the mat for the
floor. Suga smiles and flops down on the freshly-made sheets, wrinkling them up
and giggling the whole time. Daichi licks her lips, swallowing hard. “I need
your fingers on me.”
Suga beams, dropping open her legs and leaning back on her forearms. “Uh-huh,”
she says, nodding expectantly.
Well. Daichi blushes painfully, but she never got anywhere by being shy. “And
then I want to fuck you.” She drops to the bed, taking her shirt off as she
goes. Straddles Suga’s stomach and drops her hips, grinding down on her soft
abs, shifting over to rub her clit over Suga’s hipbone.
Suga groans, grabbing Daichi’s hips. Daichi’s waist is thick, too bulky to be
considered beautiful by most, but Suga’s hands make her feel small. They
stretch over her sides, thumbs dipping under her skirt. “You gonna raw me
baby?” She smiles, all sharp edges. “Want to be so sore tomorrow, make it hard
for me to walk.” Suga thrusts up, pushing down and back with her hands so
Daichi’s crotch rubs hard over Suga’s stomach.
Daichi pants, taking off her bra and leaning forward to kiss Suga. It makes
Suga smile, catch Daichi’s lip between her teeth and suck. “Not like I’m gonna
be playing this weekend anyway. At least make it worth my while to be fucking
the captain.”
Suga gives a pained whine when Daichi pulls back, brings her hands up to hold
Daichi’s breasts, rolls the nipples under her thumbs. Daichi lets her do it but
keeps her eyes steady on Suga.
“You’re playing this weekend, Sug. You’re phenomenal, and we’re going to
college together. You’ve already got three offers to get you to play.”
She hums, grinning. “Real cute, but we still haven’t actually managed to get
recruited to the same school yet.”
“Then I’ll walk on wherever you go. We both know you’re gonna be a great
doctor, running around emergency rooms and barking orders. Need to go to the
school that’s best for you.”
Suga leans forward to lick up Daichi’s neck. “Yeah, yeah. And what about you?
You’re going to be so great, I – “
A sting down her back stops her, Daichi raking her nails down her spine the way
Suga loves. It makes her shudder and nip softly at Daichi’s jaw. “I was
thinking about that again. Talking to my grandma this weekend.”
Suga sits up the rest of the way, panting and warm and nuzzling at Daichi’s
jaw. “Thinking about working on the farm full-time then?”
“Yeah, actually.” Daichi laughs, looks up at the ceiling. “Yeah. I hadn’t – you
wouldn’t mind? Being married to someone who just. Farms?”
Suga punches her in the shoulder, soft for Suga but probably still hard enough
to make even Tsukki blink twice. “I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, kissing
the spot on Daichi’s shoulder she’d punched. “Love you so much.” Another kiss,
this time to her collarbone as her hands slid up and down Daichi’s sides. “And
I can’t wait to go to school with you. And wake up next to you.” She dips her
head down, sucks on Daichi’s nipple.
Above her, Daichi groans and grinds down on Suga’s thigh. “And tell all your
doctor friends that your girlfriend works in the fields all day?”
She pulls off Daichi’s nipple with a slick pop. “Baby, I’m going to tell
everyone that my girlfriend can tell what kind of season it’s going to be by
looking at the dirt. I’m going to be so annoying."
“You’re already so annoying,” Daichi shoots back, laughing and pushing out her
chest for Suga’s attention. Suga switches nipples and goes back to work.
She sighs when Suga gets distracted by her thighs. It was only a matter of
time. Bites her lip, because there’s also, well. “Or the army.”
“Hard for you to be gone so much, but we’d make it work. You know that,” Suga
tells her, nuzzling at Daichi’s neck. Her hair is falling out of the french
braid she’d put it in this morning. The only thing Daichi loves more than
watching Suga braid her hair is being the one to unravel it. She slips off the
band and starts to pick out the braid, tugging every few seconds and smiling
warmly every time Suga lets out satisfied groans and rolls her head and
shoulders, stretching out the tension.
Suga kneads at her thighs, hands flitting under her skirt, down along her quads
until she reaches just above her knee, retraces her way up along Daichi’s
hamstrings. The motions are smooth, rolling, firm enough to have Daichi let out
a rough moan and melt into Suga’s grip. Her freakishly long hands and Daichi’s
ridiculously huge thighs - Daichi laughs a little hysterically, thinking about
unstoppable forces and immovable objects.
Her laughter doesn’t last long. Suga smiles up at her impishly, dimple on full
display, and Daichi loses a second marvelling at the single dimple on her right
cheek, the creases around her eyes, the way she smiles - and then the world is
twisting, and Suga’s got her pinned.
“Getting comfortable?”
“The army would be hard on us. And I hate it. But if you want to do it, you’d
be great. You’d be able to do so much, see so much.”
Daichi laughs. “That’s the confidence I like to see.”
“Oh yeah?” Suga challenges before dipping her head to kiss Daichi one more
time. It’s dirty, slick and fast. She pulls back with a pop and trails wet
kisses down Daichi’s chest, over her shoulders and breasts and stomach. She
blows a raspberry just below her bellybutton and Daichi squeals.
Her hands snake up from Daichi’s thighs, all firm pressure and possessive
intent. She runs her hands over Daichi’s underwear, thumbs at her clit roughly
enough for Daichi to choke, moves back to palm at her vagina. Her underwear is
soaked, cooling with how far Daichi’s legs are spread. Daichi tries to remember
to breathe as Suga leaves her hands there but skips down to kiss her thighs.
She leaves a string of hickeys up one thigh and down another. Suga moves one
hand down to massage Daichi’s calf, the other dipping under Daichi’s underwear
to slick up a thumb, spreading her lips, teasing.
“Suga,  please .”
“One of these days,” she husks, “I’m gonna tie you up, eat you out for hours.
Wreck your thighs, you know?"
Daichi shivers, flexes her hips. “You can do it now.”
“Then who would fuck me until I’m screaming when I’m done? You get one orgasm
before you get the strap-on.”
She’s business-like, no-nonsense and smiling politely. Daichi feels like she’s
about to be eaten alive. “ Please, ” Daichi repeats, because Suga’s real
weakness is being asked for things she can give people.
It works.
Suga slips off her panties, mouth on her cunt before her panties are past her
knees. Daichi arches her back and keens. She feels a vindictive pleasure in
getting what she’s been fantasizing about all day.
“Fuck, Sug, just like that, please,” she mutters, because Suga hates silence
when she goes down on Daichi.
They play each other so well. Suga moans and sucks on Daichi’s clit, one hand
looping under and around Daichi’s thigh, pulling it over her shoulder. Her free
hand comes up to press and stroke at Daichi’s cunt, shallow thrusts that just
barely sink in, just friction against her opening, slickness and the wet sounds
at a counterpoint with her flexing jaw.
Daichi turns her head to the side, panting. Suga licks a stripe up her cunt and
her toes curl. She drools a little bit. She pulls up a hand to cover her face
and starts laughing, breathy chuckles while Suga does that thing with her
tongue, rubbing it side-to-side while she makes her way from her vagina to
clit, and Daichi comes like that, laughing and moaning, a mess while Suga
thumbs at her clit to draw it out.
When Daichi’s catching her breath, toes uncurling, legs flopped and loose on
the mat, Suga wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and sits up. “Fucking
rude, laughing while you come, Sawamura-san.”
Daichi blushes. “Honestly? I drooled. Spit everywhere.”
They make eye contact for a tense heartbeat, and then they’re both cracking up,
Suga falling forward to rest her head on Daichi’s stomach. She doesn’t stop
giggling for long minutes, and once Daichi stops laughing and blushing, she
pinches her in the side.
“Oy, get up and lay back. Can’t raw you like this, silly.”
Suga rolls over, nearly off the edge of the mat, still giggling. “I love you,
you know?”
“I do,” Daichi tells her, rolling her eyes. She gets up and reaches for the box
under her bed.
Getting sex toys had been a little horrifying, making eye contact with the
cashier, lying about how she’d spent her money when her mother had asked, but
she’d be hard-pressed to think of a better choice she’d ever made. Suga makes
the  best  noises when Daichi’s inside her.
Daichi wiggles the strap-on triumphantly when she finds it. She sets it on the
bed and strips off her skirt, slowing when she notices Suga is staring. She
follows Daichi’s movements with a lazy stare, pupils blown wide but every
muscle relaxed. It feels like ownership, and Daichi doesn’t think Suga misses
the way she shivers under her gaze.
“Enjoying the show?”
Suga licks her lips and cocks her head. She knows how much Daichi loves her
jawline, the bitch. “I always enjoy it, Dai. Love your legs. Love it when you
take off those socks -” Daich starts to take a stocking off while Suga talks,
smiling confidently and watching Suga watch her. “You have the best calves, you
know?”
“Careful, Sug, your fetish is showing.”
“My everything could be showing,” Suga pouts, not moving a muscle she doesn’t
have to still, “if you’d hurry up and undress me.”
Daichi finishes shucking her socks, pulls on the strap-on, and kneels between
Suga’s knees. “I know how much you like being naked when I fuck you,” she
whispers hotly into Suga’s ear. “I know you like feeling exposed. Like how it
feels like anyone could be watching you, and know you’re mine, know you’re
gorgeous under your baggy sweaters and tight spandex.” She ghosts her hands up
and down Suga’s sides. “I know, baby,” she says when Suga whimpers quietly.
“Sawamura, I’ll murder you if you don’t fuck me,” she growls.
“And how do you want it, baby?” Daichi asks, cupping her face with both hands,
leaning in to kiss her long and slow, adding a vicious bite to the end that
leaves Suga squeaking out a delighted noise.
“Two fingers and then I want you to fuck me.”
“Front or back?”
Suga blushes softly, tucks her hair behind her ears. She runs her hands over
Daichi’s thighs, thinking. “I’d love it from the back, but you always do that
thing when we do missionary.”
She says it softly, like an admission of something. Like she hasn’t been
complaining about wanting to be roughly fucked for the past hour.
“Can do both, Sug,” Daichi reminds her. They’ve got time.
(Even if they didn’t have time, they’d make it. Daichi’s priorities are mostly
Sugawara Koushi. She’s not even remotely embarrassed.)
Suga nods frantically, pushes her body up into Daichi’s. “Then yes. That. I
want that. Make me feel it, please.”
Daichi kisses her again, keeping their mouths together as she unbuttons her
shirt, unhooks her bra. Squeezes her breasts softly before scraping at a nipple
and catching Suga’s moan with her mouth. Slips her hands lightly down her sides
and flirts with the waistband of her skirt. Suga wraps her legs around Daichi’s
hips and ruts up impatiently, a clear signal to  get on with it  before
releasing her, letting her legs fall apart again.
Daichi smirks against her mouth and complies. She unbuttons the skirt and pulls
her underwear down along with it, snagging her socks along the way.
When she’s done, Daichi leans back to appreciate the view that is Suga, panting
and sprawled beneath her.
“Mmm, hold on just a sec, baby. I forgot the condom.”
Suga frowns theatrically. “Great, I was really worried the pregnancy might kill
me. You know my fragile constitution,” she simpers.
The condoms are by the bed, thankfully, so Daichi only has to lean over and
stretch to get to them. She smacks Suga on the hip, harder than she would if
they weren’t in bed, when she’s got it on. “Ingrate. I’d be the one cleaning
this monster.” She thrusts her hips forward to demonstrate, watching the dick
wobble between them.
Suga watches it too, biting her lip happily. “I’d help you,” she says, licking
her lips and - oh. That’s a thought. Daichi feels a little bit like her muscles
are being slow roasted. The thought of Suga, sucking her dick, sucking it after
it had been inside her, is too hot for Daichi to think about coherently. She
files the idea away for later.
Shaking her head, Daichi devotes herself to kissing Suga just the way she likes
- a little sloppy, a little sharp - and shallowly thrusts two fingers at Suga’s
entrance, getting them wet, testing. When Suga hitches her hips and runs her
feet down Daichi’s calves she sinks them in as far as she can.
There’s a pause, Suga’s breathing coming loud and fast, eyes on Daichi and back
arching. There’s the heartbeat stuttering out between them. And then Daichi
crooks her fingers, twists, scissors them. And then Suga’s  gasping , hands
leaving bruises on Daichi’s waist and she’s groaning  don’t stop  and  please,
yeah, just like that .
It makes Daichi feel like she’s made of cotton and fire, all at once, burning
herself up over Suga. She fingerfucks her steadily, thumbing at her clit.
Stares.
Suga is pale skin flushed red. Is a halo of gray hair she dyes constantly and
it’s tangled and frizzy on Daichi’s pillow. Is a bruise leftover from practice
and three more on her collarbone from Daichi. Is furrowed brows and sweat.
Daichi is sickeningly in love.
“Yeah, that’s it, so good for me,” Daichi encourages.
Her eyes snap open. “I’m good,” she says, heated.
Daichi can hardly say no. She pulls out and shoves Suga onto her front, letting
her get settled before bracing a hand on her hip and lining up the dildo. Suga
stretches her back, plants her forearms, and rolls her body like a cat, shivery
and excited.
She grunts when Daichi shoves in, pauses, then shoves backwards.
It’s a frantic rhythm, the dildo slipping in and out of Suga as she whimpers
and grunts. Daichi showers her with praise, tells her how good she looks,
reaches down to run her fingers softly over Suga’s clit, then more firmly,
punishing circles that she’ll trace with her tongue later.
Suga comes faster than she has all month, twenty minutes of Daichi’s fingers
and dick and she’s gasping, faceplanting into the pillow, fingers twisted in
the sheets.
Daichi scratches her back through the aftershocks, barely rubbing at her clit.
When Suga’s over the worst of it, twitching slightly with overstimulation but
with nowhere to go, Daichi pulls out. It makes Suga groan all over again.
“C’mon, Sug, you still want me?” she asks. It’s not really a question.
Suga flops onto her back and spreads her legs again.
Sometimes, Daichi wants to ask her why she likes this so much. Suga had done
this for her before - fucked her until it felt like she couldn’t breathe, kept
her orgasming past the second time. She’d liked it well enough, but never asked
for it again. It was draining, sticky and uncomfortable and wild. Realizes she
might as well as as she sinks back into Suga.
It’s tighter after Suga’s orgasm. The slide is slow, and Daichi layers herself
over Suga, molds their bodies together, feeling every spasm and twist
underneath her.
“What is it about this that you like so much? Me fucking you over and over,
making you come so hard you hurt,” she whispers into Suga’s ear.
It makes Suga moan, high pitched and sharp. She nuzzles the side of Daichi’s
head and whispers back. “Like that it’s you. Feel you for days. Like the hurt.
S’good. And the - I’m jelly, when you’re done with me. You look so proud. And
you fuck me like this,” she carries on, rolling her hips.
Daichi takes it as her cue to start and rocks her hips, slow thrusts that grind
into Suga. She moves her body in slick thrusts against Suga’s while she fucks
her, letting their skin chafe and catch. There isn’t much friction. Daichi
always sweats enough for the both of them, and it should be gross, but neither
of them mind.
Suga clenches her thighs tightly around Daichi’s hips as their breasts drag
against one another, nipples catching. Daichi fists her hair, tugs gently and
sucks on an earlobe. “Good, baby?” she asks. 
She realizes, dimly, that Suga is going to kick her ass later for calling her
baby so much. Totally worth it, she concedes, when Suga lets out a pained
whimper and nods.
Daichi works a hand between them to rub against Suga’s clit again. “You can
come again for me, I know it, just take your time.”
“Y-your. Are your thighs giving out on. On you alre-ady,” she teases, voice
fluttering. Daichi smiles at the effort.
“Not even close, Sug.”
“Gorgeous thighs,” Suga moans. “Gorgeous thighs, never let me down.”
She startles a laugh out of Daichi. “Glad they’re as good for you as you are
for me,” Daichi whispers.
“Don’t even . . . know what that means,” Suga pants quietly.
Their eyes catch, and they smile softly at one another for a moment until
Daichi kisses Suga again, soft and slow, mouths catching and smearing, Suga’s
hands coming up to grope at Daichi’s ass and rub up over her back. It relaxes
her muscles, tensed from practice and the honey-thick air in the room, and
Daich grins into the kiss.
Suga starts to squirm under her again, and Daichi smirks. She sucks on her
earlobe, shifts her forearm up the bed so she can get a hand in Suga’s hair. It
pushes more weight onto Suga, but that just makes her breath catch, thighs
clenching and head jerking back as Daichi grabs it by the roots and tugs.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous babe, why don’t you come for me, ah?” Daichi whispers.
She’s not good at dirty talk, but she adores Suga. Would tell her nothing but
the truth — that she loves her, that she’s beautiful, that she’s cherished and
adored — all the time if she could get away with it.
“Trying, Daichi, get off my dick,” Suga retorts.
It makes them both giggle again.
Daichi starts to circle her hips wider, rougher, lets her thumb speed up and
leans down to mouth over Suga’s jaw and neck, whispering encouragements and
praise between every kiss and stroke.
Suga curls up when she comes. Her face scrunches, knees drawing up until they
brace Daichi’s ribcage, toes curled where they’re perched on Daichi’s ass.
She’s never more beautiful, Daichi thinks, than when Suga’s clinging to her and
sighing out her orgasm, shivering slightly through the aftershocks.
When Suga’s uncurled herself and mostly caught her breath Daichi slips out of
her.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, alright?”
Suga raises her eyebrows but nods anyway. “N’done?"
“Not unless you want to be,” Daichi tells her, cradling her jaw.
They both know better, though, so Daichi shifts until she’s straddling Suga’s
face, strap-on still on. It’d be easier with Suga on top, but there’s little
chance of that happening right now, and besides — Daichi isn’t sure she’s
willing to let this go right now. Suga feels perfect, blissed out and pliant.
So she reaches down to put one of Suga’s hands on her hip. “Tap twice or just
slap if you need to talk or me to stop, yeah?”
They’ve done the tap and slap system before. It’s comfortable ground for them.
Suga smiles impishly and smacks her on the ass, hard. It makes Daichi yelp then
bite her lip. Her mother is, technically, home, although on the other side of
the house.
“Yeah, okay, you’ve got it,” Daichi rolls her eyes and guides the strap-on into
Suga’s mouth.
Suga opens her mouth excitedly for it, licking her lips and humming. Daichi
waits a heartbeat, watching, before bending over to lick broadly at Suga’s
pussy.
It soaking, slick and fluttering, and Suga lets out a pained whine when Daichi
settles in to lightly lick at her clit. “Love you, baby,” she says.
Under her, Suga groans, using the hand on her hip to move the strap-on at a
pace and depth she likes. Daichi flows with the movement, sets her tongue to
the rhythm.
Then Suga brings her free hand up to rub at Daichi’s clit and cunt, and all
bets are off.
“Traitor,” she gasps, “you know how I feel about your fingers.”
Suga pushes on her hips until the dildo dangles just above her mouth and
laughs, brilliantly loud and echoing. “You’ve been working me up so much, I bet
you forgot how bad you wanted it.”
Daichi sucks harshly on her clit instead of replying. Suga knows she’s right,
but Daichi’ll be damned before she admits it right now.
It’s not long before Daichi’s lost her rhythm, fucking into Suga’s mouth harder
and harder as the heat in her stomach builds, tongue getting sloppier and more
frantic as Suga speeds her fingers up.
She comes with a grunt, breathing raggedly between Suga’s thighs, leaving
bruises where her hands are wrapped around Suga’s hips. Daichi blushes when she
realizes she’s come first again.
“You always come faster than me,” Suga whispers into the silence after Daichi’s
orgasm. “It’s nice. I like. I like knowing I get you off so well.”
Just like that, Daichi can breathe easily again.
“It’s good?”
Suga barks out a laugh and reaches down to awkwardly ruffle Daichi’s hair. “I
adore it. I adore you, but you come so easy for me. It makes me feel like I’m
sexy. Like I’m good for you.”
Daichi takes a second to breathe. How did she get a girlfriend like Suga, so
perfect and honest and  good ?
“Now put that mouth back where it came from or so help me,” she sing-songs.
Daichi laughs and nudges her chin with the dildo.
“Anything you want, baby.”
Suga hums and promptly swallows down her dick. Daichi buries her face between
Suga’s thighs again, pulling out every trick she knows to get Suga off.
This time, Suga’s orgasm seems almost painful. She inhales sharply and curls
again, thighs locking around Daichi’s head, nails scoring deep lines into
Daichi’s ass and hips that’ll show up beneath her spandex tomorrow. Daichi
can’t even begin to regret it, though, with the way Suga chants her name like
it’s all she knows.
Daichi runs her hands over her until Suga’s orgasm has passed and she’s limp
and lazy on the mat, eyes slowly tracking her as she gets up to pee and throw
away the condom and put the toy away.
She nudges Suga with a toe to the shoulder insistently. “Sug.”
“Mmm?”
“Go to the bathroom.”
Suga rolls to her side and closes her eyes. She frowns theatrically.
“Don’t complain to me when you’ve got a UTI,” Daichi tells her, crossing her
arms.
Suga groans. “I’m up, I’m getting up.”
Daichi laughs and crawls into bed, holding up the covers when Suga stumbles
back into the room in some of Daichi’s underwear and an old camp t-shirt.
Suga bumps their foreheads together gently if gracelessly. Daichi kisses her on
the nose before settling onto her chest. She likes to hear Suga’s heartbeat,
and Suga likes it when she curls up, head under her chin.
It’s peaceful here. Daichi thinks she could live in this moment forever,
sinking into the afterglow and Suga’s breathing. It feels like she’s drifting
in the ocean, the two of them and Suga’s push-and-pull heartbeat, the waves of
feeling bouncing off their skin, moonlight drifting in from the curtains. Their
shoes and pictures and books and clothes scattered in the room. The silence
unspools between them, comfortable.
“So you thought about me all day, huh?”
Daichi tries to smother her with a pillow until they both fall out of bed
laughing.
End Notes
     1.) I imagine them as 18, but like. High school. It can't hurt to tag
     as underage. I certainly don't specify age here, so. Underage.
     2.) Practice safe sex and healthy communication, kiddos.
     3.) No one is surprised that I'm posting another work for these two.
     But also? I'm just sick of tinkering w this in my draft folder. I'm
     sure I'll find a million things to fix now that it's posted.
     4.) Title from (I'm basic, forgive me) Pablo Neruda's Your Laughter
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