𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 | 𝚔. 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊

- Sugar -

Sugawara hums against the skin of my neck, a low rumble that gently teases the heat in my abdomen. "If you insist."

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Warmth radiates from his body, soaking into mine, a sweet temptation that travels from my throat to my thighs. Enticement flutters hazily through my mind. I send Sugawara a lazy smile, intertwining my fingers in his underneath my shirt. I gently pluck his fingers away from my skin, tugging his hands downward.

Suga's hands rove around my hips as I slide his bedsheets down. Then, I rotate around, tugging him down to the mattress with me. The world shifts and tumbles. The sensation of silken bedsheets and Sugawara's touch crowds my senses. I breathe a chuckle as we topple and connect with the bed, coiling around vanilla-scented sheets.

Sugawara tugs up the covers, his face dangerously close to mine. My lungs feel full of butterflies as warmth seeps in. It tickles my ribcage, swirling around my organs. The world seems so sweet, so beautiful, so comfortably warm.

I blink, taking in the gentle parting of Suga's lips, the soft blush that curls around his cheekbones, the way his silvery hair splays across his forehead. The heat in my abdomen thickens. It soaks into my organs, transforming them into a slosh that twists and mixes with everything around it. I feel as if I'm drifting into heaven. Floating, higher and higher, until I make contact with the stars.

Ten ethereal touches connect with my waist as Sugawara resumes his exploration of my abdomen. His touch is lighter than that of feathers. I can suddenly breathe again, my vision clearing. His gaze sends me drifting back down to earth, surrounded in a cusp of warmth. Suga's watchful eye is only broken by the occasional flutter.

He's so close. Our faces inches apart, his hips flush against mine, my legs intertwined over and between his. I inhale. My lungs expand as the sensations grow blurred, touches and scents washed over by heat. The world spins. I threaten to float off again as my fingers latch on the sheets around us.

"I love you," I exhale. Sugawara's lips part, and close, before his touch flows into something softer. His caresses trail my curves, sending sweet shivers down my spine.

I drop my hands from the sheets, drawing my fingers upward to trace his jawline. I outline his cheekbones, the curve of his brow, his perfect nose. The skin is heated as he flushes scarlet. Sugawara swallows, his eyes swimming with an emotion I can't identify.

"Turn around."

Suga's touch abandons my waist, the cool feeling akin to a fall breeze. It's not unwelcome, but unexpected. I slide my hand away from his face, lingering, before my fingers hang in open air. The lack of warmth leads me back to soft reality, a blanketed world of touch and intimacy.

I feel myself nod, slowly, before positioning my back to his chest. The touch returns as his arms guide me to him. I follow his hints, curving my body alongside his.

Like pieces of a puzzle, the lines of his body connect seamlessly with mine. His hips and chest are flush against my back as warmth radiates between us. Drowsy wisps churn through my thoughts. Sugawara shifts behind me, his breath heated against the nape of my neck. The air around us is imbued with the scent of mint.

I count my breaths, drifting with each inhale. One, two, three. Suga presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. Four, five, six. My breath catches as his hands explore the curves of my hips. Seven, eight, nine.

I lose track when his fingertips shift higher, tracing lazy circles on my stomach. Blossoms of heat move in rising swaths around my chest. My breaths slow. I close my eyes, allowing the wisps to soak into my thoughts. They unfurl and spread like blankets fresh from the dryer. Heat blurs and connects in waves, tugging my consciousness down.

Sugawara's kisses slow, becoming more passionate, brimming with intention. I hear myself sigh under his touch, distantly, as if a tunnel separates my consciousness from reality. Sound becomes indistinct, echoed.

"y/n." A faint voice reverberates down the tunnel. "I promise I'll never leave you."

The voice pauses, as does the curl of gentle shapes on my abdomen. I stir underneath the sheets. A deep inhale, traded with a sigh, echoes through the depths. I'm distantly aware of the voice, how their tone laces with silken sweetness.

"I love how you'd follow me anywhere, through anything, and never give up on me. I love your random compliments and smiles. I love our drives, full of duets and offkey notes. I love how your eyes shine when you watch me play volleyball. I love how you can't make phone calls without a pep talk first. I love the way your perfume lingers on my clothes, even days after being worn. And most of all, I love you. From your faults to your perfections, I love every inch of you."

The voice softens.

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."