#i hope this sugu finds you well :3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@dollsuguru

geto

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Screaming ari ur so real for the repulsion and being starved of fluff im doing barrel wheels KEENING for a drop of tooth rotting fluff. Like pls i js need geto to roll me into a blanket burrito and carry me around 😞 -🌺

THE GETO BLANKET BURRITO IS SO REALLLLLL i need him so bad 🌺 anon….. 😔😔😔

AND YEAH IT’S…… a shame because i know for a fact there’s a Lot of fluff on this website it just gets completely drowned by the smut 😭 it’s not an issue on the smut writers’ end obviously, i think it’s more like. the tagging system in general? idk i just wish there was an easier way to filter out the things you don’t want to see. even if you go into the fluff tags specifically you’ll end up getting blasted with smut…………… and some of it isn’t even fluff-adjacent and at THAT point i think it’s the writer’s fault for not tagging correctly but that’s. mostly me being bitter.

anyway all in all i’m thankful for all the talented writers we have on this platform regardless of what content they write, i just wish it was easier for me in particular to find the sfw hurt/comfort i need to thrive </3

[coconutdays]

going crazy

s. your boyfriend, handsome and secure suguru geto, doesn't get jealous

w.c. 4.8k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut!

a/n: based on my seat taker biker!geto au! also I feel this does not live up to seat taker! but I tried my best! so I hope you can still enjoy! likes reblogs and comments r always appreciated to know y’all liked it!!!

your boyfriend does not have a single jealous bone in his body. it’s convenient you suppose?

you’ve heard nightmares of insecure men who have to know where there girlfriends are every second of every hour, the direction they’re even going to utter a breath in. the occasional story of a girl who can’t speak to any men whatsoever because her boyfriend will berate her for doing so. 

although you do always keep suguru in the loop about what you’re doing and don’t really talk to guys because at the end of the day, more often than not, they always do not plan on just being your friend, he never expected those things out of you. It was a silent form of showing your respect for him. and he did the same out of instinct too, first too. 

but aside from that, he doesn’t show any jealousy.

there was a time he even tried to set you up with toji zenin when he was still crushing on you. 

your boyfriend is a little peculiar, you’re very well aware of that, but you find his confidence in himself sexy. because you couldn’t look anywhere else if you wanted to. he was handsome, his face chiseled so prettily it was painful. his smooth voice that always had you reeling to get him to talk more. and his spine tattoo that always made you blush at the sight of it befriending your scratch marks after a particularly rough night, 

so you don’t care about the way you dress, because he won’t control what you wear. in fact, it’s one of the things you both love about each other, a recent discovery now that you’ve been dating for a month. suguru is an avid fan of the way you dress, relishing in what new outfit he’ll see you in whenever he sees you that day, and if not possible, asking for a picture. and you love how he loves it. appreciating the fact that he loves when you wear booby shirts to campus or dates with him or particularly tight jeans that attract eyes aside from his, but are worn for the sole purpose of serving cunt–and riling your boyfriend up.

it all comes together to why you wear the dress you do tonight to go clubbing with him and some friends. it’s honestly the hottest thing suguru will have seen you in so far. yes, your previous halloween costumes were something alright, but this…was different. halloween was like a month ago and the outfits for those events were meant to be slutty, purely slutty. this look was meticulously planned by you the moment you ordered the dress online. the sheer dress and its sparkles had been running across your mind that entire week of shipping with the perfect sultry way you planned to do your hair and makeup. 

you 

hey can we carpool later tonight, my dress isnt motorcycle proof :/

suguru

sure princess.  can i get a peek?

you

don’t feel like it hehe wait for it sugu <3

suguru

tease

any other time, he would’ve more than likely have gotten his peek at your outfit, you are weak to his demands naturally, but this was something he genuinely would have to wait for. pictures would not do you justice and you wanted to catch your boyfriends raw reaction when he saw the look for the first time . 

and you were right.

when he went up to your apartment to pick you up and you opened the door, the reaction was worth the wait. the constant warmth your boyfriend’s gaze always held fell the moment his eyes landed on you and took a moment to breathe you in. 

you saw his pupils dart to your cleavage first, staring for a hard second, then to the tightness against your waist and hips bringing attention to your figure. the small quirk of his eyebrow seconds within that let you know he spotted the thong hugging your body under the sheer dress. he did a once over of your legs, looking at what shoes you were wearing, before he brought his eyes up to look at your face again.

he doesn’t say anything, instantly moving forward and getting rid of the space between the both of you to take your head in his hands and plant his lips on yours. you press a hand against his chest when you feel him swipe his tongue across the top of your mouth so hungrily. 

“you’re going to kiss off my lipgloss sugu.” you giggle, heaving a little as you press your forehead against his, blinking up happily at him. 

his stare is firm as his blown up pupils stare back into you, “sorry pretty girl, couldn’t help myself.”

“and why’s that hm?” you bite your lip through your smile, eagerly waiting for his answer, still forehead to forehead with him, his hands still holding you in place.

his hair is in that half up half down duo you go so feral for, you realize this detail when he says, “you know why.”

“no I don’t,” you drag on, a teasing lilt in your voice

“because,” he drags one of his hands down to caress your neck softly with his thumb, you can see a slight crease in his eyelids at your playfulness, “my girlfriend is trying to get away with first degree murder right now.”

“you like the dress?” you give him a toothy smile and you can slightly catch his gaze turn hungry at the sight of it

suguru suddenly raises you up by clasping his arms behind you, below your butt and on your thigh, so you’re above him when he looks at you lovingly, “like is an understatement.”

“well i like your hair today,” you compliment him, still giggly

“yeah?” he smiles, “i’m glad.”

it’s your first time ever going to the club with suguru, so there’s some sort of powerful feeling lingering when you enter the loud building holding hands with him. you’re going in belonging to someone and so is he, as opposed to other people going in and hoping to catch a body tonight or at least a good grind on the dancefloor–satoru cough cough.

the white haired maniac’s influence gets all of you a vip table with liquor already waiting for you and when you get there, suguru sits and plants you on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

It’s when you look forward, you see toji zenin give you a quick once over from where he’s seated near satoru. and you ignore it, you always do. he’s never made an advance on you ever since you and suguru became a thing, he’s respectful of the relationship, but his eyes can never lie, he’s into you. it’s why you’ve never uttered a word to him and why he doesn’t either. and you can’t really blame him if the purpose of tonight's look was to turn all heads, not just your boyfriend’s.

“you smell good baby,” suguru mutters into your ear as he brushes a hair away from your face, “are you using the perfume i got you?”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders when you respond with a nod of your head and, “yeah. I finally ran out of my old one.”

“good girl.” he smiles appreciatively before placing a tender kiss on your neck

the softness of it makes you giggle a little and crane your neck a little, suguru pinches your side to tease you for it. 

it’s when a certain lullaby of a song comes on that your ears perk up and your boyfriend observes the reaction, looking up at you and rubbing circles into your waist, “what’s up baby?”

within an instant all the girls at your table begin to get up and rush to the dance floor and you turn to suguru, already starting to unwrap his arms from your waist.

“i have to go dance this babe,” you say hurriedly, like a little kid leaving their mom the moment they see the bouncy castle go up.

suguru can say nothing before he watches you run off to join the other girls on the dance floor, eyebrows raised in amusement at your antics then in reaction to your immediate inclination to start dancing. 

you look pretty, he thinks as he reaches over to serve himself a glass of whiskey. 

and he continues to think it as he ‘talks’ to his friends, nodding and giving small mhms when all he’s really doing is watching you live it up at the center of the club. 

you’re ethereal, the only star in that murky puddle of bodies. maybe your dress is part of the reason for all that shine and glow you’re giving off, but nothing beats the pretty little smile on your face that says you’re having a good time. it’s turning him on to be honest. he always wants to shove himself inside of you when you bear that toothy smile at him. 

and other people think the same, he notes. 

he’s always seen the stares, he knows you’re a sight to behold. there hasn’t been a day where he isn’t aware that so many other people want you. he knew it when you were merely the smart, hot girl he had a crush on his lit class, with so many other guys obviously paying a little more attention when it was your turn to speak, and he knows it even more now with your male following on social media and the way he constantly gets sized up just for being next to you. for fuck's sake he's heard toji zenin talk about how bad you are before he knew about your thing with suguru at the halloween party, hell, he still catches the frat president unable to control the way his eyes eat you up when you're near.

“done already?” satoru asks haughtily when he sees all of the girls that went to dance come back heaving a little

it’s been an hour since they all left at the start of that first song.

“y/n’s still there though,” one of them breathes, taking satoru’s drink from him, “she does not stop.”

“yeah, she doesn’t,” suguru laughs a little, looking back at you, still as energetic as when you first got there.

fuck, you're beautiful.

speaking of before,

he’s painfully more aware of it when he notices the number of eyes gravitating towards you from the dancefloor, tables, and the bar.

it’s like a bunny in a room full of wolves. or those scenes where scooby and shaggy are in a dark room and a thousand red eyes pop up to blink at them. the eyes to you ratio is beginning to get a little mind boggling now that he sees it in a real life setting. this is not the handful of guys checking you out when you go to the library with him or the nth guy staring at you when you walk past with your boyfriend next to you. this is a huge club with you in the middle and catching the eye of almost every guy in here, most of whom come to this place with plans of taking a girl home or putting moves on her. 

the thought manifests itself when a blonde frat bro walks up to you and tries to dance with you. suguru’s heart stops a little for some reason. he’s seen guys come up to you before, actually talking to you and trying to get your number, so he shouldn’t feel this irked when he knows the guy is going to be disappointed by your answer. he actually wants to go up to the guy and beat his face in.

the surge of pride that courses through his body is immense when he sees you put a hand between you and the guy and you make an annoyed face, all before strutting off and making your way back to the table. 

he manspreads a little more for you to sit between his legs, draping one arm on your thigh, the other holding onto his whiskey.

“a guy tried to dance with me,” you huff when you sit down, reaching for suguru’s drink, which he hands over without a second thought, now using the other free hand to fully hug you.

“I saw,” he says, perching his chin your shoulder, watching as you take a sip of the whiskey and cradle the cup in your hands.

“dance with me,” you turn to look at him and pout, “i don’t want guys coming up to me.”

“but you look so good rejecting them.” suguru teases, smirking a little at you

when your face deapans, he laughs and hugs you tighter, “we’ll go in a bit. rest your pretty feet for a second, don’t want them to tire out.”

“okay,” you slump into his hold, pouting

and suguru did keep his promise, like always. he took you dancing after a few minutes of rest and letting you drink the rest of his whiskey.

he protected you from any other guys trying to come up to you, evident in the way no guys even dared get close from a ten feet radius.

he kept you close and let you dance with him, hands appreciatively holding onto you when you pressed your body against his. it was much different to the dancing from that first time at satoru’s party, he was really holding onto you this time. his hands always found your ass, your hips, even the underside of your boobs during every second of every song.

and suguru isn’t a jealous guy, so it was a little weird to you when you saw him notice a guy oogling you and he immediately pulled you in to makeout with him on the dancefloor. it was unlike any other makeout session you had ever had with him before. he was gripping your ass while his other hand held your neck, that wasn’t new, he always did that, but his energy about it was so…all consuming. 

all you know, is that instantly had you horny and you couldn’t help the mewl you let out after he squeezed you in his hold.

“let’s go,” he spoke a bit tensely into your ear so you could hear him past the music.

and you were never one to go against him because everything suguru did always made sense and worked for you, so you nodded mindlessly and said, “okay.”

when you got to suguru’s apartment, he immediately pushed you against the door and resumed the makeout session he had started at the club. one of his hands was planted against the door while the other roughly gripped your waist to keep you close to him. 

“If you ever see toji, i want you to run the other direction,” he spoke ominously against your lips

the command had you furrowing your eyebrows, you mean of course yes you'd do that, but you never would’ve thought he’d ask it from you. he never really cared to address your actions when it came towards other guys. suguru wasn’t ever jealous…nonetheless, you agree meekly, taken aback by his roughness, “okay.”

all your boyfriend did in response was let out a gruff sound of acknowledgement before pressing his body further against yours and beginning to tug your dress off. he started by pushing down the straps, then pushing the upper half down, including your strapless bra until your tits popped out. 

he pushed both of them together the moment they peeked out and then let a glob of spit drop down onto one of your nipples rather obscenely before he went down to mouth at that same breast. it had you keening, you could feel your thong becoming nonexistent with the way you were starting to drench through it.

a bite from suguru had you squeaking before he continued his ministrations on your other breast while his hands worked on pushing the rest of your dress all the way down, even your thong since it caught onto the tight material of the dress.

you were left completely naked in front of him now and he manhandled you by suddenly picking you up and pinning you against the wall next to the door. he let one hand hold one of your legs to his waist, while the other went under and quickly swiped a finger across your folds with ease due to the wetness

“so easy baby,” he muttered against your lips before plunging a finger all the way in and curving it upwards

“you’re being mean,” you complain, feeling completely flustered at his brash actions

“what’s so mean about making you feel good hm?” he leans back to get a good look at you when he plunges another finger in and starts to push them in and out quickly, watching as your eyebrows knit and you start to mewl, “atta girl.”

“nothing,” you mumble, brainless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hook him in closer with your legs, “ow!”

he started adding a third finger when he felt like you were starting to open up more, however your small complaint started dying into a moan when he increased his pace with the third finger. 

“that’s a lot sugu,” you heave through delirious breaths, flustered at the fact that he was staring so intensely at how you were sucking him in

your comment had him finally looking up at you and you dont know if you’d rather he go back to staring at your pussy, because he was giving that same intense stare to you now. the all heavy pressure of his gaze was entirely being directed at your own eyes now, and how could you meet that same gaze equally when he was three fingers into you and making you moan like a slut.

suguru might have granted you a quick mercy when he leaned against you, quickening the pace of his fingers so you could get louder, and breathed into your ear, muttering lowly, “my cock’s a lot more than three fingers but you always cream all over it.”

the dirty sentence has you pulling suguru closer to you, and trying to trap him where he was so you wouldn’t have to look at him in the flustered state he put you in. but your boyfriend didn’t have it, forcing himself out of your grip, and craning his neck back to go back to looking at you.

he pulled out all three of fingers just to land a sharp slap across your pussy before plunging all of them into you again, “let me watch you baby. be good for me, okay?”

he honestly expects you to be able to answer him when three of his very large fingers are stretching you wide open and curling on that one spot that always has you crumbling, you know he expects you to because he turns his head a little when you don’t answer and lands another slap before going back to fingering you.

“speak up princess,” he orders so easily and so sweetly, like he’s not torturing your body right now

and you do your best to force the words out of you, legs quivering and resisting the urge to writhe in his grasp when you gasp, “ok–okay.”

“good girl,” he almost groans with a snarl as he suddenly stops fingering you open and hoists you over his shoulder, a squeal leaves your mouth at the action.

he’s walking you both to his bedroom, you notice from the path of his hallway made out from your view, and the realization doesn’t last long before suguru brings you down again, then pushes you down and bends you over his bed. he lands a slap to your ass and you can makeout the rustle of him getting naked when he says softly, “grab the pillows and put them under your stomach angel.”

and you listen, reaching easily for both of his large and fluffy pillows, and putting them under your abdomen.

you feel suguru’s heavy length press against your ass and bare pussy when he presses up against you, gripping onto the crease between your thighs and ass, and starts mouthing hot and heavy kisses across your spine. you whine a complaint at the fact that you feel so good, but you know you could feel so much better if he just put it in already.

“what?” suguru notices the pitch that you always make when you’re complaining, continuing his line of affection down your spine

“put it in,” you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis and hissing a little when you feel his cock graze your lips at the action

suguru gives a last kiss to the bottom of your spine before coming back up and grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your head up so he could look at you, “how bad do you want it?”

“really bad sugu.” you mewl, feeling gratification from the sting of his hold on you

“you want me to fill up your little hole? even when we both know you’re gonna start crying that it’s beating your pussy up, yeah?” he questions cruelly 

“mhm,” you nod pathetically, “even if i do.”

his lips twitch a little at your admission and he yanks on your hair a little harder when he lands a sloppy kiss on your lips that has a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths when he pulls away.

he stands back up and lands another stinging slap across your ass, groaning, “my pretty fuckin ass.”

as if he couldn’t get any dirtier, suguru then grabs either of your cheeks and spreads them apart to get a good view of your sex, the sudden exposure of which makes you feel even wetter. that last fact seems of no use to suguru when you feel a large glob of spit land and run down your hole.

you suck in breath when you feel suguru start to rub his tip across your folds.

“sloppy little pussy,” he mutters before pressing into you. and you both groan when he starts to inch himself in even further.

the moan you let out when he completely pulled out and slammed back in was sinful and the noises that followed when he started doing that again and again at a faster pace without mercy had you outright screaming. 

you felt like you were constantly breathless, constantly trying to breathe. he hadn’t ever been this hard on you before.

and you thought you knew what hard was from him before.

“i know, i know,” he whispered against your neck when he pressed himself down against you and started jackhammering even closer to your cervix, so on point with your gspot too that you felt your orgasm starting to build up

a particular gutteral squeal from you had him breathing a “so cute” while he never relented his brutish force against you

“sugu–sugu,” you reached around for one of his arms, heaving, grabbing onto it while he violently moved the both of you, “i’m gonna–mmm–i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!”

the confession had suguru suddenly changing positions, hooking his arms up and under your armpits to pull you up to stand flush against his body while he slammed up against you ferociously. it unexpectedly had your high crashing against you after a graze of your gspot.

“that’s it baby, that’s it.” suguru consoled when he felt you twitch in his hold and your juices dripping all over his abdomen and cock, “such a good fucking girl.”

all you wanted to do was fall down and rest, but the most you could muster was letting your body go limp in your boyfriend’s unrelenting hold, letting him use you as he pleased.

“ ‘s too much sugu,” you whined as the overstimulation started kicking in

It didn’t get him to stop at all.

“remember what you said earlier hm?” he brought up, breathing heavy as he lifted a foot up to plant it against the edge of the bed. it was leverage for the scream worthy pace he started forcing on you now.

tears started to fall down your cheeks at the overstimulation. it was so good, too good. It was all so sinfully good. 

you felt your walls start to flutter again at your second nearing orgasm when you sniffled from the tears. and although your boyfriend still evilly abused your pussy, he leaned down and moved your face to the side with one hand so he could be face to face with you. 

you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead he started licking your tears off.

it was the catalyst for your orgasm and you thrashed rather hard against suguru, who you could feel suck in a breath at the sporadic clenches of your pussy.

“fuck,” he breathed harshly, pulling you even tighter against him to more easily meet his thrusts and you could feel his cock twitch as a symptom of his incoming orgasm.

that, and he started to speak up filthily.

“Mine–mine–mine–mine.” he reiterated quickly, punctuating each time with a thrust, “fuck ‘s all mine. god can’t get enough of you pretty baby. so fucking slutty and pretty. fuck–fuck–next time i see toji giving you heart eyes im gonna pump my cum inside you so he can see it running down your fucking legs. fuck–you like that baby? what–a–good–good–fucking–girl. tell me you want that baby.”

scrambling for any piece of sanity just to tell your boyfriend what he wants to hear, in hopes of spurring his lust, you moan out weakly, “i want it sugu i want it.”

“yeah? you want him to see me dripping out of your pretty fuckin pussy? god–i fucking–want–it. he’ll never get to fucking know what it’s like to cream this little hole.”

“so–so dirty sugu,” you moan sheepishly at the embarrassing realization that he might just make you cum a third time because of the added spur of his pussy drunk words. 

“pussy’s fucking dirty,” snarls back at you, pulling you closer to him, “can feel you clenching around me. know you fucking like it.”

the shut down of his words had you shaking in attraction to his ability to shut you up like no other.

“never–forget–you’re–mine,” he thrusts through, “ ‘s fucking pussy, your ass, your tits, your body, your pretty fucking face, ‘s all mine. you don’t need anybody but me. i’m yours i’m yours i’m yours. ‘s dick ‘s all yours, everything, baby. take it–take it–take it.” 

his breathing was starting to get heavier and you could feel his abs start twitching against you, a sign of his orgasm building up just as yours was all over again.

so it surprised you when suguru pulled out and threw you onto the bed, your legs hanging off the edge before he picked them up and slanted them up against his body by hugging them close. “come here, come here,” he quickly let one arm go for a second to guide himself into you again before wrapping it around your legs again. he repositioned the one leg of his back on top of the bed for his leverage and leaned forward a bit to go back to his brutal thrusts. 

“wanna see your face when you cum again.” he muttered as he stared at you squealing and moaning lewdly at his ministrations

suguru started kissing and mouthing at your calves while keeping you in a deadlock of eye contact. his cheeks and ears were tinged pink and his hair had fallen out of the half up half down do he had it in earlier. 

the worshipping of your legs and eye contact had to have been the last straw for you, because after a certain lick of your skin, you started crashing, feeling yourself let go across the entire lower half of your boyfriend, resisting the urge to cover your face in embarrassment because he recently made it a point that he really really liked seeing your face when you came.

the point was proven when he followed soon after you, thrusting half haphazardly into you as he blew his load inside of you in time with every squeeze of your cunt. it was accompanied by a litter of painful bites across your calves and heavy breathing from your boyfriend. he looked like he came hard, it felt like he did, considering how every spurt of his cum was sharply thrusted into you, making you wince in pain every time his tip kissed your cervix.

both of you were breathing heavily after, especially suguru, his skin covered in a thicker veil of sweat than you, who was simply taking all of that force he was exerting. he was still holding onto your legs, resting his forehead on the bare skin of your foot that wasn’t covered by your heel. 

his eyes were closed and he licked his lips, a bit tired, as he spoke, “i think i do get jealous after all, i’m sorry.”

his confession made you slightly clench around him, making him suck a breath in at the sensitivity while you breathlessly giggled, “that’s okay, i never said you couldn’t.”

suguru lazily bit your calf again as a sign of retaliation, "you could sound less excited."

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . WAKING UP WITH THEM feat. 𝓙𝓤𝓙𝓤𝓣𝓢𝓤 𝓚𝓐𝓘𝓢𝓔𝓝!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + itadori yuuji

warnings! none, fluff ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi it’s been so long + i just got a sudden urge to write with the new season + all! life has been super cray but hopefully i get to do some more jjk again ueueue! back to my roots <3

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

it was almost a mission getting up next to gojo, or more so having to actually get out of bed when you have your overgrown clingy boyfriend wrapped around you.

his breathing is soft, the rise and fall of his chest is steady and despite the way the light barely breaks into the room you can see the way his lashes still rest along his cheeks.

now’s your chance, you think to yourself as you ease gojo’s arm from where he’s got it draped over your waist — gently as to not jolt him awake as you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed. you gently swing your legs over the edge, but just as you go to push yourself up you hear the slow, drowsy drawl of a man who’s definitely not about to let you do that.

“oh, what’s this? i don’t think so, sweet thing.” your snowy haired boyfriend grunts as his arms take their previous place around your waist from behind, tighter this time before you’re pulled back into his chest with such an ease you almost squeak. you barely heard him move and the speed he always seems to despite the early hours still makes your head feel dizzy.

“you wouldn’t leave me cold would you? where’s your heart?” gojo teases but you note that he’s warm when he’s pushing himself into the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze along the skin there as he chuckles at the way you shudder at the touch. he knows you’re pouting, your little mission not so successful—but he still thinks it’s adorable the way you melt back into him regardless.. like you were secretly hoping for the loss.

“you were literally asleep a second ago.” your words are accompanied by a playful pinch at his cheek before his large palms graze under your shirt, squeezing at your waist as he pulls away to give you a tilted look. his sleepy smirk is in place as it stretches wide before he leans into to press a quick kiss against your lips, then another against your cheek that lingers.

“oh yeah? but i thought i was still in a dream, sweet girl.” crystalline eyes pull back to look over you, mapping out your features like gojo hasn’t already committed them to memory. but you think it’s unfair how handsome he seems to look in the mornings, especially when you’re trying to resist the way he makes you want to give in to his request to stay in bed a little longer.

“yeah yeah, just get up already.”

“nuh ugh, you’ve not even given me my good morning kiss yet. how will i survive the day, hm?”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU

you need to get up, geto knows when your alarm goes off for the third time even though it was the first that woke him. “i know you’re awake, pretty girl.” he hums against your temple, but you’re still pressed up into him and every attempt to shake you gently awake has you inching yourself closer to his chest rather than to the edge of the bed.

“come on.” his words are accompanied by the smooth trace of his hands along the curve of your spine and you think it’s a little contradictory, the way he’s making you melt even more into him despite the way it’s supposed to be waking you up instead.

“sugu, but i’m tired.” a kiss to your forehead and a squeeze of his hand at your hips and you hear geto chuckle as he pulls back to look at you — his dark hair still messily framing his features as he pushes himself up.

“yeah? you seemed to be sleeping well when you were snoring.” he teases even as one arm still wraps around you and pulls you into him anyway. chuckling, long and low when you grumble before nuzzling into the crook of his neck to press butterfly kisses along his skin.

“i don’t snore.” you reply before you find yourself lost in him, geto always smelled good, so good you wanted to wrap yourself in him like the blanket you wrap yourself in at night. you hear him hum at your words; like he’s not quite convinced before he’s reaching over you to tap at the alarm, again.

“but we really need to get up.” he sighs but somehow manages to keep you still pressed against him as he sits up, letting you curl up against his chest as the first cold press of morning air rolls over your shoulders while he stretches.

you look up at him with drowsy features but it seems to warm you from the inside out when you notice he’s already staring, a smirk in place before he’s pinching once at your cheek and kissing your lips when they jut out into a pout.

“hey, don’t gimme that look after all of those alarms, pretty girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

waking up with nanami was easy, or more so being woken up by him. he was always up early, waking you up with a sweet kiss against your cheek, followed by another against your temple. his coffee still lingers on his lips but you think it’s familiar, like it makes the first stretch of the day come a little easier when hes resting over you.

“morning, sweetheart.” his voice is a low drawl but he knows you’ll probably still be in bed by the time he leaves. but you know you’ll walk into the kitchen to sliced fruit on the table and your slippers will be waiting in their place over the edge — perfectly positioned for you to slide into because he knows the floor is a little colder in the morning.

“morning, kento.” your voice is cute, barely audible but nanami’s still close enough to hear it as he lets his palm push gently down the curve of your shoulder — squeezing at the skin affectionately. your eyes are barely open, but you can still feel the way he tucks the comforter over you, sighing softly before he pulls back.

“do you want me to bring in dinner?” he asks, you’re barely awake but he still waits for an answer. a little nod follows and he smiles to himself when you subconsciously roll onto his side of the bed, seeking out the small remainder of the warmth he’d left behind although you’d still rather he be next to you instead.

“then i won’t be late, i have dinner plans now after all.” nanami pulls back to take another sip of his coffee but you still seem to find the consciousness to reach out to grab at the cuff of his shirt. a drowsy blink up at him and he knows he can’t deny you when he’s leaning over you again, leaving you with another few kisses that find him having to smooth down his shirt and hair again afterwards.

✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you think it’s charming, the way megumi is already looking at you as you wake, blinking blearily at your dark haired boyfriend as he gives you a content sort of look. you blink again, stretching slightly before you roll onto your side, edging yourself closer before you speak. “were you watching me sleep?”

your question is still drawled as you tease him, barely awake but you can still see the way it makes him jolt slightly — like he’s been caught in a daze as the tips of his ears sting with a blush. “no” but his reply is too quick, followed by a tsk while he’s suddenly looking everywhere but at you with a pout on his lips that only seems to lure you closer.

you giggle as you press yourself into megumi’s side, humming at the grumpy expression on his face because you still think it’s cute the way he lets you climb all over him. “what? i think it’s cute.” he softens at that, slightly as his eyes dart quickly to look at you before they’re gone again.

you let the silence settle for a few moments before you feel his arm reach to wrap gently around your waist, securing you against him before he clears his throat to finally say something. but his gaze remains on the ceiling. “i wasn’t staring..” he begins before he gives you another quick look, “.. you, you just made a sound, i was checking on you.”

you hum at megumi’s little excuse as your press your cheek into his shoulder, failing to hide the way your lips are starting to stretch into a grin that he notices before his brows furrow slightly. “hm? you looked happy about it.” you tease again and you feel his fingers squeeze at your waist slightly as he breathes out a long sigh and curls you closer.

“shutup.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI

on the rare occasions itadori seemed to wake up before you, you were never far behind — mostly because he couldn’t seem to wait too long without you. so you always seemed to find yourself woken up by a few messy kisses, pressed quickly into your cheeks, then your neck, then your nose until you’re pushing him away playfully at the way they tickle your skin.

“yuuji! i’m awake..” you huff out as your overgrown boyfriend leans his weight over you, like a giant puppy licking his owner awake in the morning as he sends you a bright grin. you always thought it was cute how pretty he still seemed to be in the mornings, even when his hair is messy and it’s barely 8am— there’s still a soft sort of glow in his eyes when they meet yours.

“morning!” itadori replies, his voice is lower than normal but he still handles you softly despite how tightly he wants to wrap you in his arms. but he was warm, sort of like sunshine and you think you quite enjoy the moments when you get to wake up under the sun.

“do you wanna get breakfast?” you ask softly and you swear you feel your boyfriend squeeze you tighter at that. but your arms wrap around him and he doesn’t think anything is gonna be as good as the feeling of you against his chest right now.

“five more minutes, babe. i wanna cuddle a little longer.” itadori’s words are muffled when he speaks them into your skin, continuing where he left off on his onslaught of kisses as he peppers them across your features. across your cheeks, along your jawline and down your neck until he’s pressing you into your pillows and groaning when you scratch your fingers through his hair.

but you accept, even though in five more minutes you know it’ll be ten.

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Cunnilingus and fingering, and a lot of Suguru eating reader out bc... it's headcanon Sugu loves to eat it lol.

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 7,657

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through. Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong?

Chapter 2 - Masterlist- Playlist

Chapter 3

You stretch, waking up with the most beautiful view, sunlight streaming in, you sit up and see the ocean outside, the bright sun, the breeze swaying the trees. It is absolutely stunning… and you’re here… With Suguru Geto, at the thought of that alone you hop up, checking your reflection in the mirror, adjusting your top.

You smooth out your hair, brushing your teeth and washing your face in the bathroom mirror, and your eyes… they’re glittering. There’s life in them, life you had not seen in so long. You feel better, you feel so hopeful, and it’s such a new and foreign feeling that it’s hard to take.

You peek out, and don’t see him, your heart falters a moment, but all his things are there, so you breathe easy. Your fear of abandonment is hard to handle. You go and find your phone, checking on texts from Maki and your mom, updating them and snapping pictures. You tell Maki about Suguru, she demands a picture, you muse on how you’ll do that later…

There’s a message from him.

Your stomach flip flops.

Suguru: Headed to do work things… wish I could just lounge by the beach. You totally should. Dinner at 7?

You squeal, you fucking squeal. Are you fifteen again?

You: That sounds perfect! Where should we go?

…

He’s typing!

“Fuck…”

You nibble your lower lip.

Suguru: There's this little restaurant by the marina that is supposed to have the best seafood. Do you like seafood?

You: I am down for that! Yummy!

Suguru: You are.

You’re flushing, sitting down for this, so nervous… was he flirting with you? Fuck, what even was this? Someone desiring you, someone complimenting you, and he happens to be gorgeous. And his fingers…

Welp.

Your own tremble as you type.

You: You don’t know if I am yet.

Did you just say that? You nibble on your nail nervously, watching the three dots wiggling, freaking out. You take a shaky breath, wondering if that was too far, if it was too suggestive, if…

Suguru: I have a feeling you are. Taste yourself and tell me. If you remember those lessons.

You fall backwards on the couch, covering your face, you’re dying. “Fuck, I need advice.” You call Maki. “Maki, I need you!”

“Oh my god, tell me!”

“Okay… you alone?”

“Just with Yuta. What’s up?”

“Oh god, he can’t hear this, take me off speaker!”

“Okay let me walk out… alright, what is it?”

“Maki… okay… this guy is the dude you said was hot at the airport.”

“What!”

“Yes and… okay… he got me off.” Maki is squealing now too, you laugh, breathlessly. “Nothing went too far. He just touched me…”

“Oh my god. I’m so happy for you! Just marry him?”

“Maki it’s been two days, chill. Okay, so, he wrote me this.” You screenshot the message, and Maki gasps.

“Ooh, he’s fucking sexy too. Bitch! Okay, snap him a pic of your-”

“Maki, no!”

“Trust me.”

“I can’t!”

“Oh gosh… then, finger yourself and taste yourself? We are really being super close right now, you know.”

“No kidding.” You’re shaking nervously, thighs pressing together. “Okay, just tell him I taste… good? The fuck.”

“Yep, if you won’t do the pic. Hmm, wear a cute bikini and take a sexy pic!”

“I don’t know how!”

“Oh gosh. Video chat.” You get on with her now, flushed as can be, Maki is grinning. “You look like you got off.”

“Oh god.” You cover your mouth, laughing, but then you ease your hand down, his words getting you. “Maki, I really like him, and this is stupid fast.”

“Just roll with it. Okay, put me down somewhere.” You do so. “Now, get on your knees. Perfect, arch those tits out. Now, pick me up, hold me up high. Not that high, yep there. Push em together. That’s the shot!”

“How do you know all this?” You ask, giggling again.

“Don’t ask.” She rolls her eyes with a smirk. “Get to it, girl scout.”

“Wait, what do I say with it?”

“Say… that you wanna know if it’s cute.”

“Okay, bet. I love you!”

“Love you too. Kisses!” She ends the call, and you nervously run to get on a bathing suit, finding the pretty pink one she had packed for you. You slide it on, and get another text.

Suguru: Fuck, was that too forward?

Shit!

You go take a bunch of photos, sliding through each one, you end up sending three you like to Maki, asking her to pick. She sends back her favorite, and you flush at how your breasts are on full display. You take several breaths, before sending it to him then.

You: I was getting in my bikini, oh my gosh no, not too forward. I totally kissed you on a plane? So I think there’s no such thing.

You: What do you think? Is it cute?

Suguru: Fuck.

You’re giggling now, and then you go to the bed, sitting nervously, leaning back and cautiously running a hand down your tummy, into the waistband of the bikini bottoms, finding your clit, pressing up. You gasp at it, at something that used to feel so wrong, but now, with Suguru’s help it felt good. So good. Not as good as his fingers, of course, but…

You nervously taste yourself, and it’s sweet and tangy, you are surprised by it, and feel yourself heat up, imagining him tasting you. Now you’re stupidly wet again, something that has been going on since you met him. You struggle to compose yourself, picking back up the phone.

Suguru: You look so good.

You smile.

You: Thank you!! Okay… um, I taste good.

“Fuck… I just did that?” You cover your face, sinking back into the pillows, your cunt is slick, aching, just from the thought of him. You’re having fun, for the first time in so long.

The phone blings, and you eagerly pick it up, rolling on your tummy and nibbling on your nail, swiping it open to read it.

Suguru: I am now hard in a meeting with a bunch of dudes. This is awkward.

You snort in laughter.

You: That’s your own fault! You wouldn’t let me take care of that.

Suguru: I’ll be fine. Okay, I’ll see you tonight… and maybe I will find out if you’re telling the truth.

You: Maybe you will. Okay see you soon!

Your entire body is overheated at this point, the cool water sounds more and more inviting. You throw on a cover up and some shades, grab your sunblock and your things, and go to nibble on something downstairs. You notice some men there are looking at you, some have flirted, and it’s flattering maybe, that you’re getting noticed, but you already have no eyes for anyone.

You may be foolish, but you are too eager to see Suguru again than anything, and even if it led to nothing, for the moment he would be all you would focus on. You were a one person girl, even if the last person was total trash, it did not change that for you.

The sand is warm beneath your feet as you stroll along the shore, your pretty room visible as you turn back to see. The waves are crashing rhythmically against the shore, the prettiest bright blue waters, warm against your feet. You find a quiet spot under a palm tree, spread out your towel, and begin to slather on the sunblock, turning on your little bluetooth speaker.

You pop on music, then lay back, letting the sun bathe your skin, it feels so nice and warm, so comfortable. The salty air carries the scent of the ocean, you inhale it, feeling so peaceful, hearing the sounds of the waves and the birds mixing with your favorite music. You had forgotten what it felt like to be so relaxed, to feel so excited about something.

The day drags on leisurely, and soon you head back, and peek in the mirror, you have a pretty glow from the sun, just a little red on your cheeks and nose. You have about an hour or so to get ready for your date with Suguru. You’re nervous, but the excitement is bubbling in your stomach, so you shower, then blow dry your hair, and start to put on makeup.

After getting dolled up, in your towel still, you go over to the dresser, heart fluttering as you peer through all the lingerie. Fuck. Which one?

He mentioned the white one, so you start putting it on, the white lace so delicate and pretty, and it reveals everything, the color of your nipples, the apex of your thighs, hugging your curves. There are little straps along your breasts, pushing them up, and garters attached. You have never seen yourself look so hot.

You decide to slide on a pretty, thin white dress, perfect for the weather, it gave Marilyn vibes, a halter, cinched in skirt, accentuating everything, and there is a hint of that lacy lingerie. You eagerly peek at the time, it’s a little before seven, and you hear him walk in now, closing the door behind him quietly.

Shit.

“Hey!” You come out of the room to greet him, nervously fidgeting with your hands in front of you, his lips part, his chocolate eyes sliding down your body, caressing it as if it were his very hands. Goosebumps rise everywhere they touch.

“You look amazing.” He says softly, walking to you, holding out his hands. You take them and he makes you spin, whistling, you giggle. “Just gorgeous.”

“You’re too sweet to me. Thank you, Suguru.” You look down shyly, he tilts your chin up, you are breathless, the look on his face so entranced, mirroring your own.

“Let me get ready real quick? I already got reservations.” You nod, smiling, you can’t stop yourself from smiling actually, even if you try to come down to Earth, it’s not working well.

“Perfect! Go right ahead.” He dips into the room, then the bathroom, and you take a selfie for Maki, who replies back with a bunch of heart eye emojis.

After a few minutes, he comes out, dressed more casually than his three piece suit, he had a short sleeve button down, light blue, that revealed much of the corded muscles of his arms. He wore slacks that hung looser over his hips, and your eyes swallowed him in, until they got back up to his face, his hair was fully up, in some little knot, but some fell over his forehead.

“I’d like to see your hair down.” You tease, coming up to him and brushing his hair back. He smirks.

“So bold!”

“I am, huh?”

“I…” He clears his throat, a little pink on his cheeks. “I really liked that picture, I wish I was just on the beach with you.”

You’re blushing too. “That would have been lovely! Does this scare you, Suguru, how easy this feels?” You murmur, holding his hand. His tenses, and you meet his gaze, seeing his jaw clench a bit.

“Yeah. It’s scary as fuck. I’m trying not to look into it too much but, it’s pretty comfortable with you.” He exhales, picking your hand up, kissing it.

“Should I just enjoy it, not look too much into this either?” You ask softly, and he tilts his head a bit.

“You should feel whatever you feel. Don’t hold back just to not scare me away or something. I’m not easily frightened, mind you. If you knew my friends you would understand.” He smirks.

“Maybe I’ll meet them? Fuck, that’s stupid.” You ease back, turning, but he snatches your wrist, coming up behind you. Your pulse races.

“You never know. You might.” His voice is husky.

“You know how to make me feel better.” You smile sadly back at him, as his hard chest is pressed against your back, warmth emanating from him.

“You worry too much.” He kisses the side of your head, at your temple, your eyelashes flutter close in bliss.

“I really do. Sorry-”

“I wonder if I spanked you every time you say that if you’ll stop.”

Fuck you’re wet again.

“Or… if you’d do it to get spanked.” He snorts a bit in laughter, and you glare back at him now.

“You’re cheeky.” You poke at him, turning, he grins.

“A bit. Come on, we can actually just walk there, it’s across the beach just a bit.” You nod, sliding on some glittery sandals, snatching up your purse. “Oh and I’m buying remember?”

“I do! Buying me drinks too?” You wink at him, he grins, and you all step out, arm in arm, walking to the elevator.

“Of course, I’m a gentleman after all.” You’re alone in the elevator now, your mind goes awry, looking down at where your arms were joined up, your hand in the crook of his elbow. “You got color today.”

“I know, I got a little burnt on the face.” He gently touches your nose.

“Should have put aloe on it before we left. It’s cute though.”

“It is? The Rudolph look?”

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You do not look like rudolph. But, you know, he’s cute so.”

“Well thank you.” The elevator dings, and you two walk out the doors, until you’re down on the sand, heading towards the boardwalk.

You walk side-by-side down the boardwalk now, taking in all the sights of the evening as the sun has set. There are stands everywhere, of jewelry, food, paintings, you name it. As you approach the marina, the sweet smell of seafood fills the air, making your stomach grumble.

He laughs at you.

“My tummy tells on itself.”

“Well perfect timing.”

The little restaurant is nestled amongst the colorful wooden boats, all lit up, as a hostess takes you all to your table. There are twinkling lights hanging from the thatch roof above, giving it the perfect beachy vibe. It’s so cozy, with a live band playing local music, everything is wide open and breezy.

Your table is overlooking the marina and the ocean beyond, so peaceful as the evening begins, casting a pretty purple and orange glow across the water. You look at Suguru across from you, sitting your chin in your hand, studying him as he speaks to the waitress, who was fawning over him.

Well, you were too.

The wind is flowing, blowing those little bangs of his, and you imagine him with his hair down, he’d look like some romance cover. Your own hair is in a loose bun with wispy tendrils, that flow, and his eyes seem to watch you then, his lips are moving, was he talking?

Shit.

“What do you want to drink, Princess?” He asks softly, and the waitress swoons, holding her chest.

“Oh, you’re so lucky!” She tells you. “To have such a man.”

You blush furiously, he just grins, wiggling his brows. “He’s not my man… yet…” He raises his brows now. “But I am lucky, this is totally kind of a date?”

“Totally kind of.” He agrees, his broad shoulders shaking with humor.

“Ah, new love. And he’s so handsome.” She fans herself, her accent is thick, and you nod.

“He is.” You agree, winking at him.

“But, you are so pretty too!” You smile at that.

“Yes, she is.” Suguru agrees, leaning forward, his fingers together, that charming smile and his sexy eyes glowing in the soft lights.

“Thank you.” You murmur, and then peek at the menu. “Can you recommend a good drink?” You ask her.

“Absolutely.” She points out some tropical looking drink with a weird name. You shrug.

“Sounds good.” Suguru orders his drink, he is simple and gets a beer, as they bring the drinks soon you laugh at how wild yours looks, all different colors and a big umbrella and fruit on the top. “Okay, that looks good.”

“Let’s try it together!” You scooch it in the middle of the table, and pop two straws in the glass, leaning forward, his amused eyes narrow as they stare at your lips hovering above the drink.

“All right.” He stands up, hands on either side of the table, and you both sip the frozen drink at the same time. You pause as you two just stand there, hunched over, lips on your straws. He licks his lower lip, so full, now glossy and tempting you, and your tummy clenches in desire from the smallest act.

You were simping bad already, shit.

You clear your throat, licking your lips, and his eyes dart back down there, you wonder wildly if he thinks the same. The part of you that is damaged from Mahito and insecure screams that he couldn’t really, that he just feels sorry for you so he is nice, but this other part? The part that used to be you, the part that Geto brings out? It thinks that you’re pretty hot.

It’s fucking nice, to feel sexy, desired, by someone you would kiss right across this table. In fact, you are both staring at each other, paused, as if you both were in some sort of trance. You reach down to sip again, laying your elbows on the table, your breasts are pressed up, and you enjoy his quick look, lingering just a second.

“Are you teasing me?” He asks softly, tugging on one of your strands of hair that has come loose, sipping some again. You cover your face, nodding.

“I don’t know what I’m doing though.” You admit, sitting back, he sits back as well, legs wide you notice, an arm back over the back of the empty chair next to him.

“You’re doing a pretty good job of it.” You look at the seat, then get up your courage and hop up, sitting next to him. He grins. “A very good job.”

“It feels so formal across from each other, doesn’t it? This reminds me more of the airplane.” He brushes the backs of his fingers along your cheek, and you feel yourself aching for more.

“It does, hmm? Not just an excuse to be closer?” He’s teasing you now, and it works, you’re all red.

“I won’t say either way.” You pick up the menu, and you both start choosing different food, crab legs and shrimp, and all sorts of things. You fall into a comfortable conversation, it was always so easy with him, since you’d met, this whirlwind of meeting someone you could be yourself with.

It seemed quick when the food started coming out, but time just passed quickly around him. The moonlight was already rising along the sky, reflecting in the water, and it got a little chilly with the wind, making you shiver. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, big hand rubbing your upper arm, pulling you a little closer, scooching your chairs together.

You smile up at him, and when his eyes catch yours, your breath catches in your throat. “Thank you, Suguru.” You murmur. He just smiles, and you drink in the sight of him next to you, probably embarrassingly so.

“Of course. I should have brought a jacket with me.” His hand runs up your shoulder, then his eyes drop to your chest, where the lines of the lingerie below were just barely peeking out.

“It’s a beach, of course you wouldn’t think you’d need a jacket, silly. It’s just the breeze.” He hums, thumb playing with the strap on your shoulder now, sending desire through you, hot and heavy. Your hand gently goes to his thigh, and you feel the tense hard muscle underneath.

“Is this…” He breaks off as the waitress comes back, and you tense, but he does not take off his arm, as Mahito would. Mahito had not shown public affection towards you, deeming it embarrassing.

“Dessert?” She asks, and Suguru looks at you then, his hand still firm on your shoulder, reassuring you.

“Would you like any, love?” He purrs those words, they send a shiver through your body. You shake your head.

“I’m so full. But thank you!” You smile to the waitress, and she goes off to get cases for your food and the check. You turn back to look at Suguru then, his gaze is back to the straps of the lingerie.

“Everything okay?” He asks softly, you nod, scooching a little closer, he pulls you against him, so warm, you sink into his embrace.

“You’re not embarrassed of me?” You curse inwardly as the words slip out, as Suguru tenses, glaring down at you with those narrowed eyes now.

“What stupid question is that? Why would I be. Why would I ask you to come out with me?”

“I… because you feel obligated? Or sorry.” You feel tears prick the back of your eyes, blinking them back, and his grip grows tight on you.

“No to both.” He says through gritted teeth, and you immediately feel you have fucked something up. “Is this another thing that happened?”

“I don’t want to keep annoying you with those things. Please, forget I said anything, I don’t want to ruin the night.” You put your hand on his chest, looking at him pleadingly, he exhales, grip on you tight.

“You won’t ruin anything. It’s just a little ridiculous at this point, you’re sitting here looking fucking beautiful, breathtaking…” Your cheeks heat up, your tummy flipping as he studies you so intently. “And you think I’d be embarrassed?”

“It was just what I am used to.”

“I’m not him.”

“Not even close. You’re a man.” You murmur, and his jaw eases just a bit, grip easing as well, sighing. “I don’t think you’re anything like him. Just stupid thoughts, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry that you think that way.” He eases away, and you feel the tears burning again, so worried that you’re so damaged you’re fucking up the one good thing you’ve ever really had happen. You look away, clearing your throat.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.”

You ignore him when he says your name, softly, and once you’re in the little bathroom you lock yourself in the stall, feeling the tears start to flow. You curse, yanking toilet paper down, struggling not to fuck up your carefully done makeup.

“Stupid, stupid.” You curse yourself, sighing tremulously, leaning your head into your hands. You’re fucking this up. But how could you just get over everything that’s happened to you?

You stay a few moments, going to the mirror, popping on some concealer to cover where your mascara had smudged from your tears. Suguru had called you beautiful. Breathtaking. And the way he looked to you, you felt that way, you just had to trust this, you had to move on.

Setting your shoulders straight, you walk back out, and Suguru is not at the table anymore, your heart falters a bit when you see him up towards the front, with numerous women gathered around him. You can’t feel anything about it, you barely knew him, and he wasn’t yours, but there was a little odd feeling there, as you see the beautiful women that giggled around him.

You stood there, before slowly walking up, and the women parted. Suguru smiled to you, holding his hand out, and it meant so much to you then, him acknowledging you, looking at you, smiling. You smile, placing your little hand in his own, comfortingly swallowing yours.

“Shall we head out?” You nod. “Perfect, thanks so much for dinner.” He says to the staff, and they all swooned and fawned over him as you all walked out, hand in hand, stepping fully out into the breeze, he looks at you then.

You turn your head, looking up at him, Suguru gently lifts your chin up, wrapping an arm around your waist. You feel yourself heat up at the contact, at feeling his hard, warm body against yours. You shyly look down a bit.

“Look at me.” He orders, silkenly, and you’d do anything he asked, anything he said, if it was like that. You do as he says, eyes meeting his now, your lips parting just a bit. “I’m not upset with you. Promise.”

“You’re not?” Your voice broke just a bit. He sighs, bending down lower, noses nearly touching.

“Not one bit. I just got mad someone made you feel that way. Fuck, I’d be mad that anyone feels this way. But never mad at you.” You exhale, gratefully, nodding and blinking back the stupid emotion.

“I’m so glad. I am having so much fun and I don’t want to ruin it.” He smiles, a little half turn of his lips, thumb tracing your jawline.

“No way, you’ve made everything better.”

“Me?” He nods. “You made everything better.” Your hands go up to his chest, feeling his hard muscles, his steady heartbeat on your palms.

“By what, being here with a beautiful girl? In her fancy fucking suite? While she wears lingerie that’s driving me insane thinking about?” You’re bright red now, and he laughs softly at you.

“I’ve never had so much fun. Please, stay the rest of the time? Even if a room opens up?”

“Of course. I’m having fun too.” He presses a little kiss on your lips, and you wonder if these things only mean so much to you, but for now you shove that thought down, and enjoy his full lips on yours. You moan softly, and he inhales, sharply, easing back.

“Earlier, those texts… they really got me excited. And nervous?” You giggle thinking about it, he grins, easing away now, and you all start to walk. “I’ve never felt like that.”

“You give me too much credit, thanking me for having dinner with you, thanking me for staying, now you’re thanking me for sending horny texts?” You giggle into your hand, then think better, grinning up at him, he pauses on the boardwalk, smiling. “You’re listening huh?”

“You’re a good teacher, you know.” You tease, tapping his lips with your fingertip, he nips it, and your thighs clench together, heat pooling between them. “I think I need more lessons.”

“Oh do you?” His voice is husky, eyes going hooded, you can’t believe you have been so bold.

“Yes, I think I could use one tonight. If you don't need to go to sleep super early? I don’t want to interfere with anything.” You look away, but he stops you.

“Ah-ah.” You peek back up. “I’ll do another lesson, as long as you allow me to see this. It’s been driving me crazy all night.” He murmurs, sliding his fingers under the straps. You nip your lower lip, drawing his eyes to it, you’re growing wet under the lacy panties of the lingerie.

“It has?” He rolls his eyes, sighing, snatching up your hand, continuing your walk back to the resort.

“Yeah.” Was all he said, quietly, and you watch a faint color on his cheeks, making you flush more. “Very much. Is that why you wore it?”

You look down, giggling. “Maybe.”

“Maybe, hmm?” You grin up at him, and he grins back at you, soon you all are back up to the room, you’re taking off your shoes, and he is as well. “I am going to take a shower real quick? Is that fine?”

“Of course! I’ll just get you some towels, hang on.” You murmur, he pauses you then, a hand on your wrist as you are grabbing him towels. “Hmm?”

“Why don’t you…” He trails a hand gently down your straps again, straps he had been teasing all night, backs of his fingers trailing against your sensitive skin, making your pulse race, desire hitting hard. “Get more comfortable?”

You feel everything spinning then, at the deep voice, the suggestion, the look in his pretty eyes. You nervously run a hand along his where it met your skin, rubbing little circles along the back of his hands. “I can do that.”

“Perfect.” He gently kisses your forehead, something you like far, far too much, and heads into the bathroom.

You freak the fuck out.

You text Maki, asking for advice, and then you nervously peek in the mirror as you wait, looking in the mirror, your entire face is pink, a mix of sunburn and being flustered. You nervously take off your dress, revealing the pretty lacy number, snapping a pic and sending it to Maki.

Maki: Bitch you look perfect!

You: Thank you but how do I get… comfortable?

Maki: Get a drink and lounge on the couch, all sexy and shit, I totally believe in you!

You take a breath, doing as she suggested, walking over to the stocked mini bar, deciding to get some wine and pour two glasses. You didn’t know if Geto drank wine, but you wanted to have him something too. You go sit nervously on the couch, positioning your body this way and that, over analyzing everything, trying to look casual, to look sexy…

It ended up being you just leaning against the side of the arm of the couch, legs crossed, and you had thrown on the little sheer mesh cover that hung on your shoulders loosely, not covering anything but it looked so elegant. You hear the water shut off, and busy yourself looking at the phone, trying to control your heated breathing.

This was wild right?

Fuck it.

When Geto steps out, shirtless, your throat goes dry, your heart fucking hammering at the sight of him. It’s not something you could get used to, how perfect he looks, and as your eyes slide up, you see his hair is loose, and soft, fucking shiny and gorgeous. It’s softly falling around his face, making him look even more attractive, and his full lips are parted, staring at you.

You watch his eyes glide up and down your body, your legs, your breasts, until they get to your face finally, and he exhales. You are just sitting there nervously, palms sweaty, you bend over to grab his drink, standing and handing it to him, your fingers brush as you both pause.

“I didn’t know if you like wine?” You ask nervously, he clears his throat then, sitting both of your glasses down, and you frown. “There’s plenty of other drinks, or we could just have water?”

He cups your face gently, bending low, your breaths are mingling, his tasting like mint. “You look fucking…” He trails off, hands trailing down the lace of your lingerie, along your curves. “Yummy.”

You giggle. “Yummy hmm?”

He grins, stepping back and looking down your body. “That fucking describes you perfectly right now.”

You bravely kiss him, on your tip toes, eliciting a moan from him. “Do I taste yummy too?” You whisper, he moans then, and before you know it he’s snatched you up in his arms, you squeak in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck, you’re super strong.”

“You don’t weigh much. But I do work out.” He teases, and you’ve never been grabbed like this, felt so excited and… safe.

“I see this.” You tease, kissing him again, he is grabbing your ass, moaning, as you wrap your thighs around him, and he’s just carrying you? Like it’s nothing. Until you feel your bed against your back.

“Even prettier on your back.” He whispers, you’re soaking wet now, arching your hips up and whining as he watches you.

“Mmm… Geto…”

“Suguru. Call me Suguru.” He whispers, and you bite your lip, he eases your teeth off it. “You bite it too much.”

“I do, hmm? Well… Suguru, bite it for me.” You whisper, he exhales, gently caressing your face, kissing your lower lip, running his tongue along it, before sucking it into his mouth and nipping it. “Mmnh!”

“Yummy.” He whispers, you moan as he runs his hands down your body, easing off the little mesh top, sliding it off you. His hand grazes the sides of your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples through the lace. “I won’t go any further than you want to. I promise. You’re safe with me, okay?”

You feel emotion catch in your throat, and you nod, blinking rapidly, holding his strong shoulders in your hands. “I already knew that. I have a feeling you won’t go as far as I want.” You whisper with a smirk, and he laughs a bit, nodding.

“You’re probably right. But I want you to want this.”

“I do, I want this so fucking bad. Like anything you want to give me, or do, I want. Should I show you how much?” You raise a brow, and he nods, you take his hand then, sliding it to where you’re soaked, and he moans as he feels you over your lacy panties, you gasp as his finger grazes your clit over the material.

“Do you just stay drenched?” He murmurs, one hand grabbing your hair, the other stroking your clit, sticky through the fabric.

“This is a new development.” You admit, and he’s kissing you then, drinking in your cries as he tortures you over your fabric, leaving you wanting more, more.

“Hmm… before our next lesson, I should know if you paid attention to the first one.” He pulls back with a teasing grin. You cry out at the loss of contact.

“I did! Kinda.”

“Mmm, let’s see then.” Your mouth is wide open, and he has the biggest grin on his handsome face, picking you up and scooching you further on the bed. You gasp, and he takes your hand, kissing it, then sliding it in your panties. You gasp as your own finger finds your clit.

“Mnh!” You whine, and he eases back a bit, eyes full of desire, hands rubbing up and down your thighs, hooking in your panties.

“May I?” He asks, and you nod, trembling as he bares you to him, and his breath catches when he sees your pussy, slick and shimmering with desire for him, thighs wide open so he could see it all. “Fuck.”

You’re shaking, and feel your chest heaving as he sees you fully, it was something that had not really happened before. You grow nervous, trying to shut your legs a bit, but he spreads them, shaking his head, soft long black hair falling and flowing with the motion.

“Is it okay? I-”

“You’re perfect.” He murmurs, eyes flicking back up to yours, desire heavy in them, reflecting your own. “Fucking perfect little pussy.”

“Yeah?” He laughs a bit at you.

“Yes. You’re… perfect is the only word I can think. And it’s hard to think at the moment.” He takes your hand again, guiding your finger back to your clit, and you rub it, gasping at how good it feels. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

You feel beautiful.

“Th-thank you, Suguru.” You manage, head arching back, hips raising under his gaze, stuck on your cunt like a fucking hawk, flickering his eyes up your body to your face, then back down, his strong hands gripping your thighs.

“That’s it, you have this part down. Now what about sliding a finger in?” He suggests, fucking sexy voice of his like velvet, and you nervously do so, crying out when you slide your own finger in your slippery wet entrance. “Fuck…”

“It’s not as good as yours.” You whine, and he takes your fingers then, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them off, eyes closed, moaning. You gasp, and when his eyes open again, they’re fucking ravenous.

“You taste so good.” He murmurs, then he slides his finger up and down your slit, making you tense in desire, throbbing around him, he slides that finger out and into your mouth. You moan, licking yourself off, then he’s on you, kissing you, his weight pressed on top of your overheated body.

“Mmm! Suguru!” You cry out when he kisses down your throat, to your breasts, and he slides them out of the cups of the lingerie.

“You’re beautiful everywhere.” He whispers, eyes locking on yours when he lavishes a nipple with his tongue, you tense everywhere, the pleasure so good you can’t stand it. “Pretty, perfect breasts.”

“Fuck.” You manage, and he’s kissing lower, your tummy, and you grow even wetter if that’s possible, pulsing around nothing, his silky hair is tickling you, you gently grab it.

“I want to taste you fully.” He whispers, breath against the hood of your clit, you moan at it, hips raising up towards him. He spreads your thighs, and his gaze, seductive as fuck, meets yours. “Do you want me to, Princess, to taste you?”

“Oh please, yes. Please.” You’re begging and you don’t fucking care, he smiles, kissing the hood of your clit, teasing you, then he slides his tongue up your slit, tasting you, and it feels so fucking good you nearly scream. “Fuck! Fuck.”

“You taste so sweet.” He whispers, flicking his tongue up again, spreading your lips apart further, sliding his tongue in your entrance, you do scream now.

“Suguru! So good. So good.” You cry out, tears sliding from your eyes as pressure builds quick, like before, but so much more intense. Your hands grab his hair, pulling him to you, and he moans, vibrating your puffy little clit, and you’re panting, feeling every nerve ending on fire.

“So close already, Princess?” He murmurs, peeking up at you, a mischievous smirk on his face, which is glistening with your desire. You giggle, breathlessly, nodding to him.

“It feels too good.” You murmur, and he grins, kissing your clit again.

“I’m just getting started, love.” You’re surprised at this, but then he’s tilting his head, and holding the hood of your clit up, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves, faster and faster, and you cum hard, so hard, blinding you, gripping the sheets below you, as it rocks you like nothing you’ve know.

“Suguru!” You scream out his name, panting.

“Cum as many times on my face as you want.” He whispers, fingering you then, and you’re rocking your hips against his face, wanton.

“It’s okay?” You whisper. “It’s messy.”

He laughs at you, hot against your aching, oversensitive cunt, thrusting his finger up to that spot that makes you see stars. “I’ll drink it all up, don’t worry, Princess.”

Fuck.

He’s back down there again, using his finger in sync with his tongue, and you’re falling apart all over again, as another orgasm washes through you, hot sticky cum pulsing out onto his hands, onto his face. He’s moaning, and the obscene sounds of him literally slurping you up turn you on goddamn more.

“There you go. Good girl.” He whispers, and now his face is fucking soaked, he licks his lips, grinning.

“You’re really fucking good at this.” You whisper, voice hoarse from how hard you just came.

“I enjoy it. Especially with your pretty, yummy little cunt.” His words bring you up again, as when he slides another finger in you, stretching you out. “Can you take these two, love?”

“I can do it.” You nod, wincing a bit, and he laughs a bit at you, sweetly though, watching you as you adjust.

“You’re so stupid fucking tight.” He is knuckles deep, tilting his fingers up, hitting that spongy little spot over and over, and you’re cumming from just that, making his hand slick as he plays you like an instrument. “So beautiful when you cum.”

“Fucking so good. Mmm.” You lose words, you lose sense of self, and he’s going back down there, you’re not sure you can take anymore.

“Cum one more time for me, Princess. Would you?” He asks, and you whine, brushing back his hair.

“So sensitive. Ah!” He flicks his tongue on you again, you throw your head back in ecstasy.

“One more time, I’ll clean it all up with my tongue.”

“You’re too hot.”

He grins, shaking his head, and then dives back down between your thighs, and his tongue is ravenous, fast on your clit, sucking it in his mouth and humming, and you’re cumming so hard you can’t breathe. Everything fades, your ears are even ringing, your head fuzzy, as you feel so much pleasure it goddamn nearly hurts, cumming all over his face and hand.

He is drinking it all up, tongue lavishing every sensitive inch after you come, he eases up, sucking his fingers of, and licking his lips, as if he could not get enough. He’s so fucking attractive, you’re so sensitive, you sit up weakly, pulling him down, kissing him so deep, tasting yourself all over his soft, firm lips. He moans, returning the kiss, then he’s on you again.

You’re falling into each other as you try to piece yourself back together, your body heaving with the effort, legs trembling how hard you’d come, and he’s kissing you so passionately. His cock is hard and eager on your thigh, you run your hand up and down his abdomen, dying to see it, dying to touch it.

“Surugu, that’s the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened.” He chuckles against your lips, holding himself up on his arms, hand cupping your face.

“You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, cumming, your little face…” He rubs your forehead. “Your brows tense.” He touches your nose. “It scrunches up all cute.” Now your lips. “And you bite the fuck out of this, leaving little teeth marks.” Now he rubs your cheeks. “They’re all flushed. And your eyes…”

“You make me feel so…” You gulp, feeling tears run down your eyes now, he softly swipes them away. “So pretty. Thank you, Suguru.”

“I’m just telling you what I see. It’s the truth.” He kisses your forehead, your eyes flutter shut.

“I’m dumb and feel things. And we barely know each other. Is that stupid?” He pauses, and your eyes meet, more serious now as he studies you.

“It’s not stupid to feel things. But, I just wore you out with orgasms.” You flush at that. “So maybe with a clearer mind we can talk about that.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s foggy at the moment. But I do know, you’re absolutely amazing, Suguru Geto. And I’ve never been happier.” You whisper, and watch him tense a bit, looking down at your lips.

“I’m pretty happy at this moment.” He admits, and you exhale, worries shoved back for now of what all this meant. “You didn’t try to reach for my dick hmm?” He is grinning now. You laugh.

“I didn’t know if this was another just my pleasure lesson?” He nods.

“It is. So, good girl.” You moan, and his eyes light up. “You like being called that, don’t you?” You nod, tucking your face into his chest. “I see you’ll be submissive.”

“You think?”

“We’ll find out.” He’s stroking your hair gently, it feels entirely too good.

“I really like you? I’m sorry if that’s weird to say.”

He pauses, it’s quiet for a moment, you tense. “No, that’s not weird at all. I did just have my face buried in your pussy.”

“Oh god!” You both laugh at that, and you look up to him shyly, he’s completely pleased with himself, clearly. “You’re way too good at that.”

“I’m good at a lot of things.” He grinds his cock against you, shocking you, it’s under his shorts but you feel it, huge as fuck and thick, hot and hard. You make a noise from the back of your throat.

“I bet you are.” You whisper, rising your hips up, eliciting a hiss from him. He holds your hips down.

“You tease me.”

“You tease me!” You both sigh, kissing again, and he eases back. “Listen, I’m down for this next lesson whenever.”

“I bet you are. Insatiable little thing.” He sighs, running his hands back down your body, admiring you again.

“Sleep in bed with me?” You flutter your lashes, pouting. He laughs.

“You’re giving me puppy dog eyes!”

“Are they working?”

“Not yet.”

“Well shit.” He shakes his head at you.

“Too hard still.”

“I could-”

“Not just yet.”

“Ugh.” He’s enjoying your torture, smirking down at you, and then he helps you up, on wobbly legs. “Fuck.”

“You okay there?” He winks, and you sigh.

“Fine, totally fine.” You stumble, he laughs as he catches you. “You’re enjoying me being gelatin!”

“Maybe a bit. Let’s get you dressed, you need some help.” You roll your eyes, sighing, and soon he’s exhausted, yawning.

“Need to get up early?” You ask softly, he nods, stretching.

“I’ll be back earlier tomorrow though. We can go to the beach together, if you want to.” He caresses your face gently.

“I would love that.” You cup his face, leaning up. “Thank you so much, that was… well… fucking amazing.”

“You’re very welcome, Princess. I loved it too, so you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes. It’s still a whole problem.” He looks down, and you do too, finding him still rock hard, the outline of him making your sore cunt throb. “Don’t look at it so hungry, freaky little virgin.”

“Hey!” You shove at him, and then you end up giggling again, have you ever giggled so much? Ever?

“Good night, Princess.” He gives you a soft kiss, and you linger for a minute, not wanting to ever leave his embrace. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Suguru.” You head to your own room, turning off all the lights, and you turn on your side in the bed, staring out at the beautiful waves crashing along the shore.

You feel sleep pulling you quick, those orgasms have sapped all the energy you had, and the thoughts of him between your thighs made you so hot you had to shove off the blankets. Suguru was quietly snoring in the next room, and all you can think is how bad you want his arms around you.

Your feelings are scary and confusing.

You’ve got it bad.

But you’ve never felt better.

Chapter 4

Ao3 chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/144350392

[miyacults]

begging on my hands and knees for a sequel to the daddy gojo fic but w sugu please please please

a/n: my dear nonnie this is less than u actually deserve but i hope it fuels the stsg daddy agenda im pushing here.

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out… i win.

( ft. suguru geto. )

Suguru’s nowhere near salvation—soul too damned to expect something else—yet his heart aches, breaks, and cries blood at the mere thought of not deserving you. He might have made a path down the cursed side of being a Sorcerer with Satoru next to him, making the best of his efforts on keeping you away from that devilish facade of his you haven’t seen yet, and although he’s the one to blame when you finally do, well—he can’t hide anymore. That’s the price that comes with being one of the Strongests.

< part one.

wc: 3k (proofread? probably not)

cw: [ 18+ explicit content minors dni ] technically this is part two of a gojo fic (linked above) but can be read individually so no biggie. fem reader (female bodied). teacher!suguru meaning he did not deflect here okay, we’re living a happy life away from the pain. first one was gojo action so this is for geto action only but poly satosugu is clearly implied, that’s the whole point of this basically hehe. daddy kink and daddy dynamic so be very careful! minimal to no prep. unprotected sex. p in v sex. mentions of blood. mentions of death. these two pamper reader too much so reader’s a little spoiled but in the good way. geto is a sweet pretty much. if i forgot anything to put here lemme know. enjoy! <3~

From time to time, Suguru wonders about his soul in genuine distress. Perhaps out of guilt and worry and only in moments like these—well past midnight with bloodied nuckles and heavy footsteps echoing through thin walls, dragging himself up the stairs of the palatial home he and Satoru bought together, with nothing but a familiar sense of anxiety building in his chest. But it’s not like his personal cup of remorse is filled with all the haunting thoughts of the bad things he has done and seen in his life thanks to his sinister line of work, or as if such awful thoughts could actually pull some strings within his untainted heart—because that’s far from being the case.

It’s just—it’s just who he is. The blessing and the curse of being a Sorcerer, of swallowing venom as a whole to save the lives of those who live an ignorant bliss.

White marble stains in scarlet as he approaches his bedroom in silence, mind reflecting on the fact that things should be good now, that everything’s fine and danger has been erased. Any man in love would have handled the situation in the exact way he did, wouldn’t they? He wonders about this, too, quite frequently, and he hates to admit that the question lingers on his brain for far too long for his own liking. It makes him dread the fact that he’s not doing a good job in taking care of you.

Yet it doesn’t matter, as Suguru already knows the answer better than anyone—and he doesn’t qualify much for the kind-hearted-person term (or so he’s been thinking since the last blossom of his youth and the tragedies that showered his naive teen years catches him off guard). But he really doesn’t want to either, because then that would mean that he can’t successfully protect the thing he cares about the most in the world. And he can’t let that happen.

But the look Satoru shoots at him as soon as he opens his bedroom door and finds him sitting comfortably in the wide couch—awaiting his return, as usual—has him breathing correctly again, mind turning back from unwanted ideas that bother him to no end.

“You got busy tonight, huh,” Satoru murmurs quietly, head lolling to the side while scanning his best friend’s tired figure.

“I took care of the scum,”

“And didn’t invite?”

Suguru’s lips turn into a devious smirk, heavy body finally falling between the many soft pillows his large bed has.

“Princess was so upset, needed you to stay by her side,” he resolves quite calmly, dried blood forcing a horrid contrast to his charming features. “If I’m not there to hold her, then you must,”

There’s a silent warning to his words, and Satoru doesn’t have to make an effort to catch it immediately. He already knows it by heart, he always has—he always will.

“She couldn’t stop crying for over an hour anyway,” he ends up retorting sharply instead, hoarse voice weighing a tone of suppressed anger. “Hope you gave the bastard a merciless death,”

How couldn’t he after what he did to you?

The day had started quiet, tranquil—the week itself abnormally peaceful for them. Maybe it was the fleeing summer coercing the unpleasant job of Sorcerers into days of calm, long work hours slowing down and making them believe they couldn’t relax a little bit. So they decided that it would be a good idea to take you to that new coffee shop in Shinjuku you were dying to go lately. And it was fine, of course, you were incredible happy to be outside the walls of home as you hold hands with both them in a sea of smiley people.

Until it wasn’t.

That desolated look on your face when you found yourself trapped into the arms of some Curse User seeking vengeance towards them—Suguru memorized it, because it caused him some undescribable pain he couldn’t possibly explain even if he tried to. His heart shattered into a million tiny pieces at the sight of gleaming tears drying in your cheeks and the sound of broken sobs, garbled whimpers of their names coming out of parted lips as you held onto nothing for balance, unable to stop yourself from breaking down at the fear, the horror, the trepidation it forced your body into a shock.

He couldn’t prevent what happened after they took you back and he tried to calm you down by placing you in Satoru’s lap, hurriedly murmuring something about making it right. It’s gonna be okay, princess, you’re gonna be okay. He won’t hurt you ever again. I’m here to protect you.

Maybe—just maybe—you heard the strained tone that bathed his words in that moment. And maybe you didn’t understand it right away, or maybe you didn’t want to.

Because Suguru has always been there to make things right, and nothing else has to matter when he and Satoru are there to protect you from the dangers of the world.

Like they have devoted themselves to do.

Suguru doesn’t remember the exact time you came into his life—he doesn’t really care to, because he knows you’ve pretty much always been there. He has no idea where do his memories begin or end at, but the teary-doe look of your face has been plaguing the tissues of his brain for so long now he can’t find himself to remember a time where it hasn’t been there.

He remembers his first day at Jujutsu High, during the spring of him being fifteen and you a little less than that, when he saw you adverting everyone’s gaze as you walked behind your mother (an assistant director, of all things) towards the offices in silence—floral dress wrinkly as you seated in some chair and patiently waited for your mom to finish off her work. No complaints but with a huge pout, bored to death.

He remembers the first time Satoru made you cry by telling you you were a weak nuisance (and how he shortly laughed at that), and he remembers the sickening feeling of nausea that infected his stomach shortly after—and he remembers how it didn’t disappeared until he handed you a beverage from the machines and you smiled at him like none of them ever harmed you in the first place.

He remembers you admiring your mother’s ivory dress the day she married principal Yaga, and he remembers the way he took your hand into his to give you a little bit of courage as you and Satoru walked down the aisle side by side, carrying the rings of the newlyweds.

He remembers the winter of Satoru’s eighteenth birthday, when the white-haired man accidentally dropped a box full of the school’s Christmas decorations over you, making you trip down the stairs and hurt your ankle. He remembers the tears that stained his posh pajama pants when you shouted at him—immediately, instantly—crying out his name and seeking comfort. He also remembers the way Satoru moved around you like a lighting bolt, reaching and lifting you up in his arms before Suguru could arrive. Soothing sweet words into your ear, kissing your cheek as he darted a glare in his direction.

He remembers that they both shared the same thought at that moment, even though it was never vocalized.

He remembers how you have always made him feel this sick—as if you’re infesting his body and refusing to let him cure himself off you at all. He remembers because the feeling doesn’t really stops, never has, probably never will, and he has now grow a little too familiar with the lingering explosion of things that do make him feel alive bubbling in his chest. He’s now used to you setting his soul on fire and making him sick.

But it’s special, nonetheless. A sugary sweet method of inflicting pain—as Satoru likes to say.

Because Suguru Geto is not exactly a good person by his own perspective—but he likes to believe he’s a good man to both you and Satoru, for selfish that could be. The kind of man that puts your safety and well-being on top of anything else, the one that ensures both of your happiness above his own. He’s the type of man that allows some of his darkest desires to die in a fire, following what he believes is the right thing to do.

Suguru’s nowhere near salvation—soul too damned to expect something else—yet his heart aches, breaks, and cries blood at the mere thought of not deserving you. He might have made a path down the cursed side of being a Sorcerer with Satoru next to him, making the best of his efforts on keeping you away from that devilish facade of his you haven’t seen yet, and although he’s the one to blame when you finally do, well—he can’t hide anymore. That’s the price that comes with being one of the Strongests.

“Sugu?”

He can hear it clearly, so vivid and bright and sweet it makes him terribly sick all of a sudden. Singsong and gently voice, coated in saccharine sugar echoing through his ears as the most enthralling tone wraps around his name like a prayer, the deliberately long uttering of ‘Sugu’ forcing the curves of his lips to fall abruptly, his heart stopping without notice and an invisible punch to the guts knocking all the air out of his lungs.

“‘Toru, Daddy, where are you?”

Suguru waits—pretends he doesn’t really care as your footsteps sound closer, closer, closer, and his posture maintains, seemingly calm, apparently unbothered, somewhat bored. But, oh, Satoru knows.

Satoru knows as he sits by his side on the obsidian sectional sofa, with legs crossed and arms splayed over the border, that his best friend’s mind is going on a haze, a brand new sense of anxiety crawling under his skin like a thousand bugs eating him alive. Satoru’s almost certain, he’s sure that if he gets a little closer, the violent sounds of Suguru’s heart pounding in alarming violence against his ribs would cause him physical pain. It puts him on edge; the mere thought of his best friend’s reaction at what’s about to happen now.

If it were him, he wouldn’t care. He hadn’t care in the past, actually. Satoru has always been more than happy to let you near the side of him that glows closer to hell than heaven itself.

But Suguru is different, he thinks.

“She’s supposed to be sleeping,” Suguru stares at him blankly, a hint of irritation in his voice. “It’s long past midnight, and she gets all cranky in the morning every time she stays up,”

“She was sleeping,” Satoru stands up, a sigh sliding past his lips while moving to the bedroom door. “But you already know how she gets if she wakes up for water and is all alone in bed. She gets all needy,”

Suguru raises an eyebrow.

“And who’s fault is that, huh?”

“It’s not polite to finger-point, Suguru.”

Both of them stay silent for a bit, carefully paying attention to your sounds. Suguru tuts his tongue when he hears you calling his name near the bathroom hall.

“I’m too bloodied for her to see me like this,”

“Clearly. Just stay there, lemme—,” Satoru scoffs, opening the door and then closing it behind him swiftly before you can catch a glimpse of the inside. “Oi, sweets, what do you think you’re doing out of bed?”

“But ‘Toru,” you complain in a hushed whine. “You left me alone, you know I don’t like that. It didn’t felt warm anymore,”

Suguru can’t see you—all he has is a muffled sound of your distorted voice, and he swears he knows exactly the way your lips are pushing the loveliest pout to ever exist, the way you’re looking at Satoru through sleepy eyelashes as you put your little complaint out.

And he also knows Satoru might have rolled his eyes playfully at the sight, pulling you closer to steal a kiss from your frowned lips.

“So needy, my baby is so needy,”

“Is Suguru not home yet?” you ask slowly, perhaps setting your groggy eyes into Satoru, staring at him with that enamored look they both know too well.

“Do you want Daddy?”

“Yeah, I do,” you snort.

“I’m your Daddy and I’m home, so,”

“I want both,” you giggle softly, so sweetly Suguru can feel his insides melt at the sound of your bubbling laugh.

He’s sure Satoru has you entangled in a hug, probably sneaking his hands all over your body and tickling your sides to pull a smile.

“Oh, your dumb Daddy, too. Alright. I dunno where he is, sweets,” Satoru states, as if.

“How mean, ‘Toru.”

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

“Mean. You’re lying to me.”

Suguru smirks at that. He stands up from the bed and walks towards the door to open it and find you both in the exact position he predicted.

And the look you shoot his way, the frown that forms in your face and your pretty features contract in sudden worry when his frame appears in front of you—it all has his heart pounding like crazy, he feels so loved, he feels so full of you. He feels insatiable.

“Oh,” you let out a little squeal as you shift from Satoru’s embrace and into his, “Sugu, you—”

“Don’t worry much about this, princess,” he mumbles, catching you inside his arms like the world depends on it. “I’m okay.”

But he’s sure you’re crying anyway.

And you don’t even stop to think about the blood. You don’t even care that he reeks of death and violence and Curses as you hold onto him for dear life, with arms that wrap tightly around him and pull him closer, closer, even closer; as lips caress the skin of his neck and little mewls echoe softly against his throat. Pants of I love you, I don’t want anything bad happening to you, I love you, fueling his mind like a bomb ready to launch.

Satoru laughs it off with a devious smile.

“Poor baby, you have her worried sick, Suguru,” he falsely chides. “Guess you gotta make it up to her.”

“Uh-huh,” Suguru nods. “My poor princess, do you want Daddy to make it alright?”

You nod in between heavy breaths, head still buried in his neck. Satoru gives a soft slap to your ass whimsically.

“So needy,” the Strongest murmurs, but he rapidly turns away and aims for the stairs. “I’m gonna go find a snack though, I’m starving. And then I’m gonna prepare a bath so you both can meet me there in a bit,”

Suguru nods.

“Go on. Let me take this princess to bed in the mean time, then we meet you in the bathtub,”

Suguru takes you to his large bed and places you in the middle of many soft pillows cooing in your ear to wash the concern out of you, but you’re reluctant. You cup his face and scan him looking for wounds, soon realizing the ugly streaks of scarlet that stain his face are, in fact, not his. But even then you don’t flinch. Instead, you let your hands wander all over his chest—desperate to pull him into you, to merge your bodies and never letting him go, never separated.

“Oh?” Suguru smiles at your scattered words. There’s still blinks of sleep tugging at your tired eyes, and he can’t help but fondle your face cautiously. “Are we merging with Satoru too, hm?”

You nod, sulky little look fighting sleepiness with all you got.

“Of course, Daddy, always with ‘Toru,”

“That’s right, princess. Always with Satoru,”

You inhale a deep breath. It’s easy for Suguru to notice every little thing about you, so he caught up on your train of thoughts before yourself. You were struggling with some words, biting your lip, eyelashes fluttering, thinking hard about something.

“What is it, baby?” He wonders carefully, hot breath colliding with your face, nose caressing the soft skin of your cheeks as he inhales your scent.

“Did you do a bad thing, Sugu?”

The question lingers on his brain for a few seconds, mind resisting on reflecting such thoughts. Yet his expression doesn’t change, he maintains serenity as the brush of skin above yours doesn’t stop. He holds you like a priced possession, like your mere existence could ever absolve the decaying all Sorcerers are damned to. Like you could kiss him and save him, like you could hug him and guard him—as if you could turn blood into holy water or death into salvation.

Maybe you can.

“Will you still love me if I did?” He asks, not dreading the answer.

“I will never stop loving you, Daddy,”

It ignites his body. Fire burns at his fists and he kisses you deeply, mouths meeting around a new heat, with tongues slipping and teeth clashing desperately. He has no intention of letting you catch a break, mouth falling to your neck where he bites at the sensitive skin and causes you to mewl.

“Ow, Suguru, that’s mean,” you grumble, but you part your bare legs anyway when his hands drop and brush at your thighs.

“Can’t help it, princess,” he press a chaste kiss to your lips once more. “You gonna let me play a little with this pretty pussy, yeah?” The words flee his throat in a raspy tone, and his hands don’t stop. He hikes up that oversized cashmere sweater, that can only belong to Satoru, barely above the line of your lacey black panties, enough for him graze it and get a glimpse of your puffy lips against the fabric, awaiting for him. Suguru traces a finger along your cunt, causing you to shiver at the cold digits. “How gorgeous,”

You pant. “But—The bath, Sugu,”

“He can wait a little,” he says into your mouth “Gonna make you feel really good, princess,” he breathes heavily, rocking his hip a little as a thumb strikes tenderly your cunt through your panties.

And he notices right away—in the way you shiver under his touch when he hovers completely above you, how a breathless sigh escapes past your parted lips and your fists grab a handful of his shoulders to attach yourself onto him and make his bulge nudge your cunt. He repeats the motion a few times, mouth leaving stray kisses in your neck and already throbbing cock humping your covered pussy through his pants.

“Sugu,” you whine at one particularly hard thrust of his hips, involuntary loud moan reverberating from the back of your throat. “‘Toru,”

“Shh, princess,”

Suguru is fast at parting your panties to the side, and he says there’s no need for prepping you tonight, says it’s gonna be real quick so you can both go back to Satoru—with his cock an angry shade of red as its released free from his trousers and it aims for your tiny hole fast, thrusting in one go. You’re whimpering at how fast it happens, cunt burning at the sudden intrusion since he is usually the one that takes his time to properly prep you to take his cock.

You guess he’s feeling off, so you happily comply if that’ll help him.

“Want you, Sugu, I need you,”

“Ah-ah, my good girl,” he grunts lightly, hands steadying you by the ass as he finally bottoms out. “Can you keep doing that for me? Can you be a good girl?”

A loud hiss vibrates through clenched teeth as you wrap your legs around his hips, head nodding many forms of yes as you inch closer to him in distress.

“That’s it baby, take it pretty,”

“H-Hurts a little, Sugu,” you murmur softly, eyes glued to where he’s slowly sliding in and out.

“I know princess,” he pants. “Give it a minute,” He’s practically caging you shortly after, thrusting up roughly as stretched out walls wrap him and suck him deeply. You’re not given a chance to recover or adjust properly, but the burning does start to fade away. Discomfort grows into pleasure and whimpers turn into soft moans as you bury your face on his neck and his hot breath collides sharply against the shell of your ear. “You’re so brave, my good girl. So pretty, my princess,”

You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, dainty fingers digging the flesh of his shoulders when he grunts. And it doesn’t take long for tears to collect in your eyes as heat floods your body once again, the familiar throb of your clit making you aggravate the hump of your hips so your swollen bud finds a little bit of friction. Suguru doesn’t fail to turn you into a needy mess, strong hand coming to cover the cries emitting from your mouth.

Muffled chants of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, alongside his hoarse grunts and the lewd slap of skin against skin are the only sounds that fly the room when he cums—bruising fingers grasping your flesh harshly as he paints your walls white, and nearly immediately you’re creaming all over the tip of his sensitive cock firmly pressed against your cervix.

“Not leaving you baby,” he pants out. “Not leaving you at all.”

[mayajadewrites]

suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER FOUR

🎧🌙🧺📖🕯️🧸🤍

You woke up in your own bed, the sunshine peering through your curtains. You squint as you look around your room, wondering how you got there.

You heard the sound of something sizzling, which means Suguru is awake and making Sunday breakfast.

You yawn as you open your door, your first sight being Suguru's toned, muscular backside. He's – which is weird for Suguru. He doesn't usually walk around half naked.

"Good morning." He says without turning around. His voice is soft and you can hear the smile forming at the corners of his lips.

"Did I sleep walk into my room?" You put on your slippers, walking towards Suguru.

"No. I put you in your room."

"Oh." You looked down at your cow slippers, tapping your feet.

"I didn't want to move you, but I was sweating my ass off with you on me. Especially because of your hair."

"Hey, you have more hair than me Sugu." You press the back of your hips to the counter. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." Suguru flipped a pancake and put the freshly done turkey bacon on a plate. "So, how was your date?"

"Shit." You remembered you were supposed to text Choso when you got home. You fished your phone out of your purse and saw he text you 3 times.

Choso: Did you get home alright?

Choso: Hey, I'm worried.

Choso: I hope you're ok. Goodnight.

"Fuck." You threw your head back. "He probably thinks I'm laying dead in the middle of the road."

"I'm sure he knows you're fine."

"I was too distracted cuddling with you to text him back." You groan, typing away at your touchscreen.

"I can't help that I have that affect on you." Suguru took a bite of turkey bacon, shrugging his shoulders.

You ignored his comment, pressing send on your phone.

You: I'm so sorry, I walked in my apartment and knocked out last night. I had an amazing time.

Choso text back almost instantly.

Choso: Good morning beautiful. That's ok. I'm just happy to see your name pop up on my screen.

You could feel Suguru staring at you as you smiled at your screen, moving your thumbs to type.

"I'm assuming your date went well then."

"It did. He's even sweeter than Shoko described. How's, uh, Mackenzie?"

"It's Mikayla. And I'm not dating her." Suguru said flatly.

"Could've fooled me. You brought her back here." You grabbed a plate and began adding food to it.

"I thought I would like her, but..."

"But what?" You shoved a forkful of pancake in your mouth, hoping the answer doesn't feel like a stab in the stomach.

"I don't know. Something felt off. I kissed her goodbye and–"

There it is.

The anxiety in your abdomen.

You wish you had a time machine to go back to 2 minutes ago when you didn't know her lips touched his.

Suguru watched as your face changed from curious to... well, the exact opposite of curious.

"And what?" You raised your eyebrow. You can't even be mad – you kissed Choso last night. And you liked it.

"There was no spark. No butterflies. I didn't wake up and think about her. I didn't think about our kiss for the whole night. I could've lived without it."

You nod, taking a sip of the orange juice Suguru put out for you. "I'm sure you'll find someone else. It might be awkward at the bookstore now."

"Yeah, she took it pretty hard."

Fuck Mikayla.

"She'll be alright." You shrugged, setting your plate in the sink. "I'll clean since you made breakfast. Thanks, Sugu." You hold out your hand for Suguru to give you his plate when his fingers brush yours.

You could've started a fire with the sparks that flew from your touch. Suguru looked into your eyes as yours met his chocolate ones. The moment felt like hours, but in reality it was for a second.

"Can you water my plants for me?" You broke the tension as you turned the water on for the dishes. Suguru nodded and made his way to the patio where your plants were.

You and Suguru pretend that you share custody of the plants, as if they are both of yours. When in reality, you brought them home despite Suguru saying you wouldn't remember to water them ever.

Soon after you got them, he was sitting outside drinking tea and tending to the plants.

You watched as he watered them, a piece of hair falling from his bun. He touched the leaves, saying something to them while doing so.

Snap out of it.

You finished the dishes and felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You see Choso's name on your screen, snapping out of the Suguru-trance you were in.

Choso: Would you like to go out again this week? Maybe Friday?

You smile as you type back.

You: Absolutely. Let me know the details this week. :)

Suguru came in from watering the plants, grabbing a book from the coffee table that he must've been reading last night. His tall body landed on the couch, his long fingers flipping through the pages to find his bookmark.

"Want to come grocery shopping with me?" You plop yourself next to Suguru. "I'll buy you a coffee."

"You don't need to bribe me." He smiled, closing his book after only reading a few pages. "I'll take the coffee though."

"Perfect. Let me get changed." You walked to your room, closing the door gently. You changed into an oversized sweater and black leggings, along with crew socks and your converse. You're most comfortable in clothes that don't hug your skin.

Suguru already had his car keys in his hands, his hair now in his signature half-up, half down hairstyle.

"One of these days you're gonna have to tell me your haircare routine." You grab your purse from the entryway table.

"I will." Suguru smiled, opening the door for you. You felt butterflies fly around in your stomach as you walked down the hallway.

One of your Sunday traditions with Suguru is grocery shopping and buying new flowers for the kitchen. Since he loves plants (now at least), and is more organized than you, he is a great help.

Your cart is full of groceries and you and Suguru made your menu for this weeks dinners. It's the easiest way to buy groceries so you don't have to stop by the store every night.

You couldn't help but think about how you would love to make this, with Suguru, your reality. While grocery shopping, you would steal kisses from him, soaking in every smile.

But he's not yours.

You're not his.

"Sugu, look at these bouquets." You made your way to the florals section. You found some beautiful roses, your favorite. You bring the bouquet to your nose, breathing in the sweet smell. When you open your eyes, Suguru is staring at you.

"Looks like you picked which one we're getting." He smiled, grabbing the bouquet from you. "These are beautiful."

You nod, pushing the cart towards the checkout lane. Your mind went to daydreaming about a life with Suguru.

Getting married.

Having babies.

Growing old together.

Snap out of it.

[teddybeartoji]

Ja te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson

I’ll leave you words

Underneath your door

Underneath the singing moon

Near the place where your feet pass by

Hidden in the holes of wintertime

And when you’re alone for a moment

Kiss me

Whenever you want

I choose this because it reminds him of the sweet devotion Suguru holds for his love. I see him as an eternal romantic for his wife.

Together by The XX

"I know to be there

When and where, I'll be there

You know what's to be said

We said out loud, we never said" and

"You said you don't have to speak

I can hear you

I can't feel all the things you've ever felt before

I said it's been a long time

Since someone looked at me that way

It's like you knew me

And all the things I couldn't say

Together, to be"

In short words this explains a bit of their shared understanding for each other's soul and hearts. "It's like you knew me". Also represents the built trust. It's a soft song. And at the end "Together, to be" resonates sweetly. Two hearts finding each other in the immensity of this universe. And they become one.

Le Temps de l'Amour by Françoise Hardy

It's the season of love, the time for friends and adventure

As time comes and goes, we don't worry about anything despite our wounds

For the season of love is both long and short

It lasts forever, we remember it

Because their love lasts forever. This has an old song vibe, haha. I can see them dancing in a cold morning while the sun is shyly rising in the sky. It smells like home. Suguru has his hair tied up in a messy bun, hair strands falling on his face and shoulders. He is carefree, slow dancing with reader to this song. It's one of those 'let go's moments in the comfort of your partner. His eyes close here and there taking all the sensations in. His body moves taking up space in the room. A soft smile on his face. He is simply in his element. And you're in love.

And as for Suguru himself

Cloudberry (lost wishes) by The Cure I think it's the type of song he'd listen to when alone. It's an instrumental song.

I brought you softer, more romantic songs because I think it fits their love story. Hope you enjoy it. And yeah!!!!!! Feeding from the bourgeoisie!!! I personally love this idea because it's very much me. lmao. Fuck the rich and all of that. Suguru working with art is so sweet. To be able to do your hearts desire without the strings of working to survive type of thing. To see him enjoy himself truly and follow his passions. Oh. It's a gift. Because 'he deserves everything in the world'. You are so right. Thank you!! Hope you enjoy the songs <3. I'm in love with these boys.

HI MOMO MY SWEETHEART!!!!

i. fucking. love. these. songs. AND I REALLY MEAN THAT!!!!! they're so cute and they fit them sooo so well!!! thank you for sending me these!!!

ja te laisserai des mots -HE IS AN ETERNAL ROMANTIC 1000000% and this is so fitting for him. "kiss me; whenever you want."

together - "TOGETHER, TO BE." WHAT THE FUCK MOMO..... it's perfect. (i might've made a draft for them with this as the caption). it's literally perfect i have no other words for it. thank you for sharing this with me momo it really means a lot

le temps de l'amour -oh this one is so sweet!!!!! "a soft smile on his face. he is simply in his element. and you're in love." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i'm crying. i really see it in my head too - the smile, the closed eyes, the hands clasped together, the marks of your love blooming on his neck mmmmmmm

cloudberry - YOU'RE SOOO RIGHT!!!! i can totally see him listening to this while watching the moon, watching the branches sway in the night breeze. mmmmm in his comfy little sweater too.

and i present you with!!! gymnopédie no. 1 by erik satie - i don't know i just really picture this playing in the background as they drink their coffee and eat their breakfast and talk about what their plans are. how sugu is gonna paint and read and how the reader is gonna have a spa day for themselves. how they're gonna go to the museum together later. what they're planning on wearing to the next rich asshole's party. they're holding hands as they're talking. reader's thumb swipes across the back of his hand and he leans down to press his lips the their cheek. it's home.

FUCKKK THE RICHHH. i'm glad u agree. and i'm sooooo in love with the museum idea the more i think of it...... i think it really suits him. and ari put the idea of him painting and putting his art on the walls too...... i think he'd be very shy about that at first but then you convince him to do it. that the world needs to his art. to see what he makes with his hands. with his heart.

THANK YOU AGAIN MOMO<3333 i truly am so so happy you're apart of the little vampire universe with me!!! please if u ever have any more thoughts my inbox is open and i have massive fucking ears!!!!!

[hayakawalove]

YOU GET MEEEES like….i reaaaallly enjoy working witb him tho!! Like we was bantering at work today and i was feeling all soft insides -w- he’s sweet…BUT!!! we shall see how he behaves 🤨

i rly admired him talking about working himself up to manager from when he started as a server and I find that so attractive that he’s a consistent hard worker!

me thinks he isstill fresh from a wild situation from what he’s shared so far and I appreciate him opening up more about himself w me and hopefully its a buddi g friendship at least :3c and wish him well on fighting those demons

i cant wait to rave i wishs i could take u w me!! are u ready to think about sugu and toru at a rave 😩 HELP ME thats the dream mwahmwah needa makeout with them both all sweaty and peaking begging to get filled by them afterwards <3

i was thinking of doing a miku inspired fit or space channel 5 since its alien themed :DD u think stsg would jump ur bones before u even finish putting on ur rave fit im giggling thinking about it LASKSKLS

ty for ur well wishes sweets i hope u get lotsa rest and get to have fun this weekend!!!

YEAH I think being friends with him would be nice <33 maybe you guys have stuff in common that you could talk about.

IVE NEVER BEEN TO A RAVE but they look so fun! They seem a little scary though at the same time…. I think it’s probably not scary if you’re going with friends. GOJO WOULD LOVE A RAVE I THINK. Suguru is standing in the back with a bottle of water and a snack for you <33 A MIKU FIT IS SO COOL! Yeah they…. Would definitely wanna have fun before you leave KDJKDKDKDKDND

I HOPE YOU GET TONS OF REST TOO

[gothsuguru]

hi hi hi ♡♡♡ it's me again :3

I found my old blog and re-themed it just so I could reblog your fics LOL

Can I be known as ♡ anon? I'm still new to being active on Tumblr :333

Side note:

I can def see Suguru's tattoo parlor being like, kinda hard to find (like location-wise, I once spent 10 mins trynna find my tattoo shop even though the door was in front of me 💀💀)

But at the same time, it has like super visible signage and discernable artwork????? A hidden gem just like our sugu :3c

Oooooo he'd def specialize in black and grey, but can do color (probs prefer darker palettes too lol), he'd have his own style but I can def see him doing cybersigilism lmao

((Pls I only say that bc I used him to cope with the pain of getting my upper back tattooed 💀💀💀💀💀 he'd def tell us we're doing such a great job for him, n how we're such a good girl for sitting still :3333 he'd talk us through the pain to distract us 👉👈))

Skskfmd imagine if our Mc was his cute little receptionist. All she'd have to do is talk to people and look pretty :3333

Skslflf sorry if I'm like, spamming ur inbox I just. Love ur writing, u, and our bbg sugu ♡

HELLO MY BELOVED ♡ ANON <333 ALSO OH MY GOD?:)/)/)/)!/ RE-THEMING YOUR BLOG TO RB MY FICS HAS ME SCREAMING SO LOUD ILYSM PLEASE KNOW YOU DON’T HV TO CHANGE ANYTHING UP BE YOURSELF LEGEND 🗣️🗣️🗣️ but also :3 i get it :3 theming/sprucing it up to be cute is so fun hehe I HOPE YOU ENJOY BEING ACTIVE AGAIN ON TUMBLR!!!! i hope you find a bunch of amazing fics to read and amazing art to rb & see <333 HAVE FUN HEHE :D

HEAVILY AGREE W THE VISIBLE SIGNAGE/DISCERNIBLE ARTWORK!!!!! he’s deffo a hidden gem (he’s so well known he’s booked out for months) i think it’s like a mix of being in an area where people can find him decently easily but it’s not like in the thick of a metropolis or anything! AND HE LOOOOOVES DOING BLACK INK!!!!! and color too <333 i think he’s so fond it of all he’s such a goober when it comes to tatting/piercing!

AND I JUST LOOKED UP CYBERSIGILISM OH MY GOD THAT’S THE NAME OF THAT ARTSTYLE??? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THAT STYLE I’M SCREAMIDMDMDMDMDMDMD 😭 yes i TOTALLY agree! i think he specializes in that and ALSO gothic/japanese mythological horror art <333 -> can you tell i love the idea of his curses bleeding into the ink he puts into his skin… delicious

oh you absolutely know he’d call you a good girl and praise you and mc would be like damn he’s so fine but i’m abt to kick him in the face bc this shit HURTS 💔 (i feel like i have a high pain tolerance so the prideful arrogant aries in me feels like i can handle it 😤💯) ALSO YOU SAYING THE RECEPTIONIST WOULD TALK 2 PEOPLE AND LOOK PRETTY… did you know that’s why i’m making satoru be the receptionist in the prequel fic 🤭 our minds are so linked w that i’m CRYINGDNDNDN and also don’t apologize!!!!! i love hearing your thoughts it’s so fun and i’m rly thankful you like my writing bc i think my writing isn’t that good DJJDJDJDJD BUT. i appreciate it so much :’) ILY TOO & I LOVE MOMMY SUGURU TOO <3

[teddybeartoji]

HI ARI MY SWEETHEART!! IT'S TIME TO FIGURE OUT WHO'S MORE OF A SAP - SUGU OR MICKEY (this is a hopeless competition we are both fucking losing)

the hoodie you threw on is a rich cobalt, suguru’s in name but yours in spirit. he only wears it when you complain that it doesn’t smell like him anymore.

off to a great start IMAGINE HOW COMFY HIS FUCKING CLOTHES WOULD BEEEEEEE ARIII i would literally exclusively wear his clothes idc about my own anymore

stuck at home with no one to keep you company, no one to mumble snarky commentary about the show playing on tv, no one to run their fingers through your hair while your head rests in their lap. pure torture. THIS SOUNDS AWFUL WHY WOULD U DO THIS SMHHHH

him asking u twice:(((((( he's already being a sap:(((

I LOVE HOW YOU DESCRIBE EVERYTHING IT ALL JUST SOUNDS SO DAYDREAMY LIKE I WANNA LIVE THERE I WANNA LIVE IN YOUR ART ARI

WOLFY SUGU HAS TURNED INTO A SLEEPY PUPPY AAAAAAAAAA

shoko being a good drunk. canon. she's a baddie like that. and gojo being a sickening lightweight. also canon. (i am a terrible lightweight too lmaooo it's very funny)

(or maybe you’re just happy to have an excuse to go see him.) ..... and what if that's true hmmmmmm what thennnn

sho 🚬: girl hurry he just told me he genuinely appreciates my presence in his life 😐HAHAHAHHA SHOKO MY FAVOURITE GF she's so funny i love her

your mind keeps drifting back to the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his face when he leans down, the sound he makes when he stretches in the morning. the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs i'm crying BAWLING ON THE FLOOR THE SOUND THE MAKES WHEN HE STRETCHES IT'S SO DOMESTIC IT'S SO CUTE THEY'RE MEANT TO BE

you want to see him. badly. you want him near, want to feel the familiar warmth of his presence, want to see him smile and laugh and sigh and raise his eyebrow at your antics. 

and when your eyes meet his, he lights up. i'm giggling and blushing hello hehehehhe

”baby,” he drawls, fond and affectionate. breathing you in. ”sweetheart. my angel.” AJSHKAWUDHAHDUAHDKGASGDJ CAR CRASH SOUNDS BOOM POW ANOTHER CRASHHH AMBULANCE SIRENS POLICE HEART MONITOR GOING EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'M DEADDDDDDD SUGU SAYING BABY SUGU SAYING SWEETHEART SUGU SAYING MY ANGELL ARI ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE I'M OLD MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE U CAN'T JUST DO THAT TO ME

and he smells the same as always; a blend between coffee grounds, cigarette smoke and rain, one that never fails to soothe you. i just smelled that i think i'm officially losing it (this is your fault)(i love you)

omfg cooing at suguru. oh how the turn tables. i wanna poke his cheek, boop his nose and tease him for being a cute little guy i love him your honor. also running a hand over his back is such a small thing but i adore it so much. it's all about the small things isn't it

satoru calling sugu "big guy" hehehehheh (also canon)

so sincere you want to reach out, cup his cheek, make sure he knows how loved he is. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭best friend!satoru my beloved he's just the sweetest little shit ever:((((

”thanks, satoru,, you're my best friend” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA mickey has been sent to a fucking mental asylum they lost their mind thank you tumblr user twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for finally being able to do that we've been trying for a while

satoru trying to hide his little feeling just like shoko they're a bunch of losers fr (I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH)

your repressed, beloved little losers. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 LOSER HIVEMIND WTFF

AWW AND THE READER TEASING SATORU TOO HEHEHEHEHEH I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT

so sentimental, so loving it comes to him like breathing. + "i love you" HE'S SOOOOOOOO MMMMMM THE BEST MAN ALIVE HE DESERVES EVERYTHING HE DESERVES THE SUN THE MOON THE STARS ALL OF THE LOVE IN THE WORLD

it makes you puff out your chest, stand up straighter. makes you feel protective of your 6’2 boyfriend, all toned muscle and broad shoulders, the personification of scary dog privilege. but he needs you right now. yeah imagine my 5'3 ass trying to carry him home 😐😐 I WOULD DO IT NEVERTHELESS NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

hello ribcage mention

suguru's only response is a cute little mmrn I'M SO SERIOUS YOU'RE ACTUALLY MAKING ME LOSE IT BC I DEFINITELY JUST HEARD THAT

a giddy, dreamy smile tugs at his lips. his amber gaze travels up, towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee. then he exhales; a soft, blissful little sound. ”i’m so lucky.” :((((((((((((((((((((

ari again i just ahhhhhh i love how you write so so so fucking much "towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee" you are my inspiration i adore you so much your art is the literature i'll be studying in my free time nothing else is needed

”— and i have you.” ALERT ALERT THERE HAS BEEN YET ANOTHER CAR CRASH WE ARE IN DIRE NEED OF ANOTHER AMBULANCE SOS SEND HELP WEEEOWEOOO STATIC NOISES

LOVESICK!SUGU LOVESICK!SUGU SAVE ME him looking at you like he can't belive you're real:((((((((((((((((( my sweet sweet baby

”my angel.”  yeah no i think i'd actually drop dead right then and there bc how the fuck is one supposed to survive suguru geto calling them "his angel" WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWW ari i love him

you’re his northern star, his lighthouse. his one and only saving grace. IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AND BY WORSE I MEAN MAGNIFICENT EXCELLENT AMAZING HE'S OUR HUSBAND FR

(you’re so, so pretty.) (ari you are my favourite angel in this world)

SUGU BOOPING YOUR NOSE AND GIGGLING like i'm genuinely getting flustered at this help me please

oops i realized i'm only like half way through but i've been writing down like every thought i get.... this is your own doing okay

the reader being annoyed bc they wanted to get a good one-liner in lmaooo i love them it's very relatable

but he’s patient. always has been, always for you. so he waits, and waits, for you to hang his jacket up, for you to kick your shoes off your feet. and when you’re finally, finally finished, suguru leans in to kiss you.

— you block his mouth with the palm of your hand.

🤭🤭 🤭🤭🤭UH- OHHHHHH

"but i wanna kiss you..." ANOTHER KIND OF UH-OHHH A SAD ONE ARI WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DENYING HIM OF A KISSY KISS KISS HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY HE DESERVES A KISS WHENEVER HE WANTS ONE:(((((

with his palms cradling your face, engulfing you, there’s nothing you can do except drown in his affection, the love he showers you with. whoever gets to marry you one day (idk how u feel about that but this is about the point) is gonna have a meltdown at the altar when u read them your vows i just know it (future mickey here um hello marriage hivemind bc what how did that even happen i didn't know marriage was gonna be a topic when i wrote this??????)(extra future mickey here. yes i am in fact stupid u literally said he wants to marry u in the description... I'M SORRY I DIDN'T READ THAT I JUST JUMPED RIGHT IN I WAS SO EXCITED IT MAKES ME LOOK STUPID)

he thinks you’re so, so cute, and all he wants is to kiss you forever. MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH he's truly the sappiest of the sappiest he's such a soft little wolfy

”jus’ love you so much…” get urself a bf who is unable to go to sleep bc he loves you too much

every cell in his body burns with a certain desire, a need to shower you in love, and it’s unendurable. LIKEEEEE oh my fucking god this fucking fic will be the death of me ari you and your sugu is a match made in i don't even know where heaven and hell at the same time

the way you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, like he was formed in the shape of someone meant to hold you. like you were formed in the shape of his embrace. with you pressed up against him, limbs tangled with his, everything feels so right. ... i'm currently on my way over to your house don't ask how i know where u live i just do i need to give you these flowers and this little box that happens to have a ring in it yeah no don't worry about it just open the door sweetheart I LOVE YOUR FUCKING WRITING ARI CAN YOU HEAR MEEE LIKE HE WAS FORMED IN THE SHAPE OF SOMEONE MEANT TO HOLD YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

better yet, just sugu, a cutesy, silly nickname he could never bring himself to actually hate. YAYYY SUGU I LOVE SUGU SUGU NATIONN

"HE'S SIMPLY YOUR SUGU" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"HIS HEART IS YOURS" OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE ARIYOULITTLESHIT WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MY POOR LITTLE HEART

ARE YOUFUKING KIDDING HE'S CRYING NOW TOO WHAT THE FUCK

AND YOU'RE WEARING HIS SHIRT AND HE'S CRYING AND NOW I'M CRYING I'M GONNA DM U PICS OF ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT

”i don’t know what i’d do without you.” AAAAAAAAAAAAA HE'S JUST SO SO SO SWEET AND LOVING MY FAVOURITE HONEY BOY

ribcage mention 2 yay

everything feels right. he’s safe, and happy, and in love. so hopelessly, blissfully in love. ohhhhhh:((((((((((

"GONNA MARRY YOU ONE DAY"?????????

it is so good to see you all here at the funeral of the overly sensitive mickey. enjoy the food and the music GONNA MARRY YOU ONE DAY? MARRY? ONE DAY? MARRY YOU ONE DAY????

marry.

the word is spoken so casually, so sincerely, as if he’s said it countless times before. as if he’s repeated it, over and over again in his mind, just to get used to the idea. as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. + such a large step to take. (but suguru says it with such tenderness.) he has been thinking about it a lot hasn't he.... dreaming even... he can't wait to do it... he wants to buy a house for you... plant a garden full of flowers for you.... he wants you to wear the ring everyday.... wants you to take him everywhere you go..... yeah.....

an incoherent mutter leaves his lips, in response, one you can’t quite make out — but you don’t need to. because you already know what it means, in the same way you know that the sky is blue.

(an echo buried deep within his subconscious, voiced without effort, as easy as breathing.

i love you, too.)

i don't have any new words bc u just keep fucking taking them from me ari 😡😡😡your art is just sooooo heartwarming and beautiful wahhh i hope you're having a lovely lovely day

but the thought of taking care of him coaxed you into leaving. taking care of your beloved:((((((((((((((((((((((((( another simple thing but i just:((((((( the desire to make them breakfast to make them coffee:((((((( to make sure they're happy and well fed and well slept and and and :(((((((((((((

he’s delicate like that. :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((softie

HUHHHHHHHHH GULP BIG GULP H- HIS MORNING VOICE ANOTHER GULP I DON'T HAVE AN ADAM'S APPLE BUT IT'S METAPHORICALLY BOBBING RN OKAY WHOOOOWEEE

suguru smiles. dreamy, giddy, because you just looked so pretty, in the morning light, hair still a tad messy. humming happily, swaying slightly side to side. so irresistible. he’s beginning to understand why you love sleeping in so much; getting to wrap his arms around you like this, instead of the other way around, doesn’t feel bad at all. BIG FAT DREAMY SIGHHHHH

him worrying about making u uncomfortable:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

there’s a sense of amusement in his eyes, and something in you knows he likes the attention. uhhh he 10000000% loves the attention he's just fucking terrified to show it he's silly like that

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HEHEHEHHE HIM BEING EMBARRASSED BC HE TOLD HIS BEST FRIEND HE LOVES THEM WHAT A LOSER

(c’mon. you said you loved me, right? so mean. and here i thought you loved me!) EEEEEE HEHEHEHHEHEH THEY'RE SO STUPIDDD THEY OWN MY HEART

MY EVERYTHING MY ENTIRE WOOOOOOORLD does he know that i actually have two little boxes with two little rings in them?? hm i wonder what they're for... ari n sugu i know you're in there you can really let me in now

his stare is just too heavy, too deeply in love. LOVE CAN'T BE TOO DEEP

he trails the pads of his fingers along your jaw, touch like a butterfly, lifting your chin up ever so slightly. then he closes the distance between you. 

in your throat, your breath hitches.

— but he doesn’t kiss you.

WHA WHATKISS KISSY KISS NOW PLEASE KISS PLEASE NOW

HEY HEY HEY YOUNG MAN WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT REMEMBERING??????? MR GETO YOU OUGHTA GET PUNISHED FOR LYING SMHHHH

suguru’s lips are warm, when they meet yours. they taste like sunlight, devoid of any alcoholic flavour, just like he so kindly promised. and it’s a little amusing, the thought of him in front of the bathroom sink — desperately scrubbing his teeth, just to get his kissing privileges back. such a dork. kissing my screen rn wait what

he’s your dork, though. cough cough OUR dork

suguru, with his warm hands, his familiar embrace. your shared laughter, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen as you try in vain to save your scorched pancakes. and his smile, his fervent devotion, coaxing him into eating them even though they’re burnt at the edges and don’t taste even a quarter as good as his. because you made them, for him, and that makes them taste sweeter than anything. crying the fattest fucking tears my shirt is soaked my eyes hurt BECAUSE YOU MADE THEM FOR HIMMMMM YOU MADE THEM FOR HIM

maybe it’s only a couple rooms away, hidden within the depths of a certain drawer, until suguru finally gets the courage to bring it out. and maybe, just maybe — that day isn’t all that far off, either. I JUST GOT GOOSEBUMPS I'M SERIOUS EEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHE HE'S GONNA MARRY UUUU HE'S GONNA ASK U TO BE HIS FOREVER AND EVER HEHEHEHHE

(suguru smiles at you, from across the table. he thinks you look ethereal, sipping from your morning coffee, blinking tiredly. so sweet and angelic.

all he can think of is forever.)

sugu and his forever is nothing compared to mickey and ari's art forever okay. ARI MY SWEETEST SWEET THIS FELT LIKE A BIG WARM HUG THE KIND WHERE YOU HIDE YOUR FACE IN THE CROOK OF THEIR NECK THE KIND WHERE THEY KISS YOUR TEMPLE THE LOVING KID THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU ARE A BLESSING TO THIS WORLD AND I AM SO HAPPY THAT I GET TO READ YOUR WORK I GENUINELY HOPE YOU NEVER STOP

i dream, now, of a normal life with you ; suguru geto

synopsis; suguru isn’t a lightweight. this is your first time actually seeing him drunk — though maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’d be the sappy kind.

word count; 9.4k (..... i got carried away ok)

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader (shoko calls u "girl" but in a "girl help" way not a gendered way), written w a no curses au in mind, sugu is a sappy emotional drunk i said what i said, sickening amounts of fluff, depictions of intoxication, reader is averse to alcohol, sugu wants to marry u so bad it makes him look silly, lots of emotions & lots of love <33

a/n; this fic has been ROTTING in my drafts for the longest time but its super precious to me and now i finally get to post it!! @softgirlgonehaywire & @hayakawalove ily ty for being interested in sappy!sugu this is a treat for u <33

the bar isn’t all that far off from your apartment.

it’s a short distance, really. walk straight ahead, until you reach the record store that suguru likes to frequent, and then take a right; a minute or two uphill, and then you’ll be able to see the blue of the sea. once you’re there, all that’s left is to look for mellow golden lighting and descend a set of stairs.

which is what you’re currently doing, popsicle in hand, loose clothes and comfortable shoes on as you wallow in the mellow summer evening. everything is blue — the dark shade of the sky, and your ice pop, pastel and sweet, tasting of pure youth. the hoodie you threw on is a rich cobalt, suguru’s in name but yours in spirit. he only wears it when you complain that it doesn’t smell like him anymore.

humming a jolly tune, you take a sharp turn, allowing the summer sensations to curl around your subconscious. blissed out and content. 

you were so, so bored — stuck at home with no one to keep you company, no one to mumble snarky commentary about the show playing on tv, no one to run their fingers through your hair while your head rests in their lap. pure torture, really, being faced with the consequences of your own actions. after you stupidly told suguru you’d be okay on your own.

he even asked you twice, just to be sure, even told you that he’d prefer you to join him on his night out. and again, you declined; because it’s been so long since he had some time alone with shoko and satoru, and you were feeling a little tired anyways. 

so he gave in. heading out, with a promise to bring back a tub of your favorite ice cream, leaving you with the apartment to yourself. did you come to regret your little white lie? maybe. possibly.

but everything worked out in the end.

a pleasant breeze caresses your skin, brushing against the apple of your cheek, and you watch as peach blossoms dance in a faraway park. cicadas cling to every tree in sight, buzzing a pleasant tune, mingling with the giddy giggles of high school students enjoying their summer vacation. it’s been raining for a couple of days; you can still smell it in the air, feel it in the low tinge of humidity clinging to your skin, still hear suguru’s insistence that you bring an umbrella with you to work — just in case.

but today, the skies were clear, and it’s late, not too humid but not too chilly. and the stars are out, glimmering in that fuzzy sea of mellow cerulean, leaking out like little marbles cast into space. falling down, down, down, close enough for you to see. from here, it looks as if they’re waving. you resist the urge to wave back.

peace. bliss. a nostalgia so vibrant you could drown in it, feel it lick at your ankles like soft sea foam.

eager to scratch a certain itch in your brain, attention span zipping from one street vendor to the pop music blasting from a couple streets away, you take your phone out from your pocket. absently scrolling through your messages, until you get to the ones shoko sent you just ten minutes ago. the ones that brought you out here, into a summer evening soon to slip into nightfall, ones that have you walking to the bar you chose not to join them at.

messages that still have you pushing back a bout of giggles, chewing lazily on your ramune ice pop with a giddy smile.

sho 🚬: come get ur man sho 🚬: he’s drunk. sho 🚬: like DRUNK drunk 

you: …… um.  you: what happened to hi? hello?? good evening???

sho 🚬: no time for that. look sho 🚬: [ image ] sho 🚬: he looks so goofy lol

unable to resist the temptation, you press the pad of your finger against the screen — opening the image attachment, just to drink in the sight once again. what you see is a certain man, slumped over in his seat, cheek smooshed against the wooden table in front of him. messy hair, no longer tied into a bun, cascading down his shoulders and back. from the little you can see of his face, his skin is flushed a light pink, and his eyes are closed, fingers still curled around an empty beer jug. 

like a sleepy puppy.

a coo tiptoes on your tongue, but you bite down on your lip in an effort to stop it, just grinning at your screen with pure adoration in your lovesick eyes. 

he’s drunk, alright. an unfamiliar sight, but not at all unwelcome. because he’s cute, terribly so, so cute that it hurts, even when he’s obviously wasted. it’s almost funny — you know their drinking habits. shoko holds her liquor so well that it’s a little horrifying, and satoru can get wasted if he has more than a sip of it. and suguru?

suguru never gets drunk. he barely even drinks. out of consideration for satoru, maybe, or you. probably both. that’s just how he is; you thought he hated fish for years, because he was always so eager to give you the best bites of the sushi rolls you ordered. turns out he was just indulging you.

so, to be frank — the idea of him suddenly being drunk is a little bit of a shocker. but it’s also kind of exciting, in a ridiculous way. new, fun, just what you need when you’re bored out of your mind.

(or maybe you’re just happy to have an excuse to go see him.)

you: NOOOO  you: MY BABY 😭😭😭 you: what did u guys DO to him???

sho 🚬: satoru and him made a bet 😐 you know how they are sho 🚬: he drank like a divorced mother of four ive never seen something so beautiful

you: …. you: have i told you that you’re both terrible

sho 🚬: u love us <33 sho 🚬: anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him sho 🚬: he’s crying.

you: HUH???????? you: WHY????????????????

sho 🚬: dude i dont know sho 🚬: please come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up

you: ???? okok 😭 you: im omw ig??

sho 🚬: girl hurry he just told me he genuinely appreciates my presence in his life 😐

an exhale — laced with deep amusement — drops from your lips and spills into the summer air. it tastes like a memory from long ago.

slipping your phone back into your pocket, you raise your gaze, searching for a glimmer of goldish light. soaking up the scent of the ocean, sparkling on the border of your peripheral. salty and sweet.

no matter how hard you try, all you can think of is that certain someone, waiting for you to pick him up. your mind keeps drifting back to the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his face when he leans down, the sound he makes when he stretches in the morning.

you want to see him. badly. you want him near, want to feel the familiar warmth of his presence, want to see him smile and laugh and sigh and raise his eyebrow at your antics. 

so there isn’t any time to waste. you’re walking towards that familiar set of stairs before you know it, shoes hitting the asphalt with a mantra of satisfying thuds. 

and when you step in through the opened door, you’re immediately engulfed by a sense of overflowing comfort. mellow, warm lights, the soft buzzing of static from an old radio, low citypop beats trailing through the air. the bartender by the counter gives you a curt nod in greeting, before motioning towards a certain table. it’s over in the corner, covered in beer jugs and fancy glasses, with three beauties seated around it.

satoru notices you first.

a bright grin finds its way onto his face, and he waves you over giddily, happily. barely contained excitement in the motion. shoko’s gaze follows his, flitting over to meet yours — and you think she mouths an oh, thank god, before taking another sip from her glass. she brings a hand up in greeting when you come closer, and you can’t see her smile, but there’s a crinkle to her eyes; a warmth in them that you’d never miss.

”hey, guys.”

”yo!” satoru chirps, beaming in a way that’s so distinctly him it makes you soften. he looks so comfortable in his seat, with a cocktail you know is non-alcoholic and probably too sweet for anyone but him to stomach. giggling to himself, leaning over to poke suguru’s cheek, with a teasing declaration of your chaperone is here! 

and there he is. 

the man you came here for, still slumped over in his seat, unresponsive. not for long. as the lilt of your voice reaches his ears, his eyes flutter open, in a bout of recognition — even in the drunken state he’s in. an immediate sensation of familiarity creeps into his veins, rousing him from his cozy, half-asleep stupor. 

he doesn’t even grumble over the way satoru keeps poking at his cheek, interest and attention focused solely on a certain someone. you, your presence. 

and when your eyes meet his, he lights up.

it’s precious, you think, how his eyes widen, blooming with genuine affection, so endearing you could kiss him right then and there. his face is flushed, and his hair is tousled, and the warm lighting of the bar paints him in a golden hue. so perfect for him, your star in the sky. 

a smile spreads across his lips, big and happy and warm, and you can’t help but mirror it. 

(gosh, he’s cute.)

with a dizzy kind of eagerness, suguru sits up, palms flush against the table to support his weight. he stumbles out of his seat, paying no heed to satoru’s amused huff of careful! or the rattling of fragile glass.

it only takes a few uncoordinated steps for him to reach you, where you haphazardly lean against the wall, watching him amusedly. that delighted smile never leaves his lips, as his arms go to curl around your waist, big and heavy, his jaw finding its rightful place on the curve of your shoulder. 

”baby,” he drawls, fond and affectionate. breathing you in. ”sweetheart. my angel.”

a flustered puff of laughter slips from your lips, stumbling a little under his weight. his voice is syrupy sweet, overflowing with love and adoration, soft in a way that has your knees buckling. a little raspy. murmured right into your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. 

he’s too sweet for you to handle, really, even sweeter than satoru’s overpriced cocktail. and he smells the same as always; a blend between coffee grounds, cigarette smoke and rain, one that never fails to soothe you. even when it’s tangled up with a vague but vivid stench of alcohol, courtesy of the drinking he’s been doing until now. 

you crinkle your nose, but don’t let go of him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head. words buzzing with warmth. ”hey, sugu.”

suguru only squeezes you tighter, content to have you in his arms. finally, his world makes sense again. all he can do is bask in your voice, warmth, scent — he’s just so enamored by it all. almost in a trance, heartstrings dancing along to the beat of your presence, your very existence, that appears to him as something almost angelic. soft and familiar, something that feels right at home when it’s tucked into his embrace. where he can keep it safe.

”missed you…” he murmurs, sleepy, smearing an open mouthed kiss against the crook of your neck. ”i love you s’much…”

a chuckle. ”i love you too,” you echo, running a steady hand over his back. your voice is laced with something teasing, but awfully fond. ”you really are drunk, aren’t you?”

”mm…” he only hums, cheek pressed flush against your soft skin. ”’m sorry…” he mumbles, stifling a yawn. he sounds a little guilty, and it makes you want to coo. pull his cheek a little.

instead, you laugh. amusement vowen into the bubbly noise. ”it’s fine, sugu. c’mon — let’s go home, alright?”

at that, satoru visibly reacts, placing his glass on the table with a soft clink before getting up to stretch. he grabs suguru’s discarded jacket, letting it hang off his arm as he walks over to the two of you.

”i’ll help you carry him,” he smiles, always so dependable. so ready to be of service. maybe a little too eager to carry suguru around like a sack of potatoes. 

a smile blooms on your face, and satoru gives you a playful wink. shoko just leans back in her seat, stretching idly. it feels like home with them there.

”i’ll stay here,” she hums, a faint grin tugging at her lips. ”he’s your problem now.”

”got it.” you meet her lidded eyes, sharing an amused look as satoru tries to coax suguru away from you, pulling at his cheek while he whines and clings to the fabric of your clothing.

finally, he relents, and you look back at the table with a grin. ”see you later, sho’.”

a smile is the only response you get, but it’s enough. it’s her, the same as always, still sipping from a glass of expensive whiskey and raising her hand in a silent see you. relaxed and cool, and so very lovely. 

with one arm over satoru’s shoulder and the other clinging to your hoodie, suguru stirs.

”shoko…” he groans, craning his head to look back at her, even as satoru makes a move to leave. ”don’t drink too much. and watch out for strangers…” 

he trails off, blinking drowsily, a protective tone to his voice. worried. awfully like him. neither you nor satoru can resist the chuckle you indulge in, but shoko just rolls her hazel eyes.

”i don’t need to hear that from you,” she scoffs, tinged with amusement and what you’re almost certain is embarrassment. there’s a fondness to her snark, one you’d never miss. 

(shoko will always be shoko. you know that she appreciates suguru’s concern, even if she doesn’t want to show it.)

”alright, c’mon,” satoru quips, slapping suguru’s back with a grin. ”there, there, big guy. let’s get you home, hm?”

just as you suspected, he doesn’t let you help, doing all the heavy lifting on his own. not breaking a single sweat, flaunting his strength as he hoists suguru up the steps — while you do nothing but follow, a light jacket hanging off your arm. 

cold midnight air embraces you, slathering your cheeks with the essence of summer as your shoes meet the asphalt. satoru smiles, a low exhale escaping him, dusting off his hands. ”there we go.”

suguru stumbles towards you, no longer caged in, slumping against your shoulder with a satisfied sigh. blinking slowly, as you link arms, his muddled senses adjusting to the outside world. a pleasantly blue sky, a sun long set, and a string of lamp posts to light up the street ahead of you. artificial fireflies, watching over the town you love so dearly.

you part your lips, and a soft exhale slips out, dripping with fondness. ”thanks, satoru,” you smile, meeting his gaze.

”don’t mention it,” he waves you off, but you know he appreciates it; always eager to be praised. ”can you bring him back by yourself?”

”yeah, we’ll be fine. it’s close, anyway. don’t worry.”

a hum buzzes in his throat, and his cobalt gaze drifts upwards, to bask in the starry sky. a moment passes, and then he’s looking back at you and suguru; a soft and earnest smile playing at his lips. so sincere you want to reach out, cup his cheek, make sure he knows how loved he is.

”i’ll go back to shoko, then,” he chirps. bubbly and graceful, giddy and playful. always so lovely. ”gotta make sure she stays out of trouble.”

a chuckle. you mirror his smile. ”of course.”

and with that, your precious best friend makes a move to return to the bar, taking a decisive step away from you. before he can get too far, though, a certain hand reaches out to hold onto his sleeve — keeping him still.

satoru turns around. blinking once, then twice, in confusion; faced with none other than suguru, still slumped against you. a little out of it, sleepy and disoriented, yawning quietly, but his eyes are as clear as ever. caring and sentimental. 

his gaze cuts to the bone of things. it’s something you’ve grown used to.

”thanks, satoru,” he murmurs, letting go of said man’s shirt. the words that spill from his lips are straightforward, a little tactless, but overflowing with earnest appreciation. ”you’re my best friend.”

a moment passes. the stars burn in silence.

satoru blinks.

then he sighs, with what you know is nothing more than feigned annoyance. masking his embarrassment, the same way shoko did, the same way suguru always does. your repressed, beloved little losers. 

”yeah, yeah. i got it,” he pats suguru’s shoulder, once, twice. not looking at him. ”you’re such a sap, you know that? geez.”

a grin crawls up to rest on your lips, fresh mischief blooming in your eyes. ”not gonna call him your best friend back?” you tease, a soft tilt of your head.

satoru gives you a glare, playful, one you can’t physically see from behind his shades but still somehow sense. ”don’t add fuel to the fire,” he grins, with a halfhearted flick to your forehead.

before you can bicker further, suguru yawns, loudly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into you. you share an amused look with satoru, until he shakes his head fondly.

”take care of him, alright?”

”i will. you guys have fun!”

and at last, satoru turns on his heel, coupled with a smile and a lazy wave. but suguru calls out to him once more, unwilling to part ways without saying his piece. so sentimental, so loving it comes to him like breathing.

”bye-bye, satoru,” he slurs, voice loud enough for the entire street to hear, tired and honest. raising his arm in a lazy wave. ”i love you!”

”go home already!” satoru shouts, descending down the steps with a flush to his cheeks that you’ll tease him for later. his soft laughter is carried away by the breeze, sweet and saccharine.

(satoru will always be satoru. you know that he loves suguru back, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.)

with a faint chuckle, melting into the summer air, you tug on suguru’s arm. ”alright,” you chirp, looking up at him. ”let’s go!”

he seems a little more awake now, at least, trying to match your steps. meanwhile, you do what you can to support his weight; he’s stumbling a bit, but you don’t mind. if anything, his weight is a comfort, your arms linked together like a lucky charm. a safe harbour.

suguru is acting kind of like a big puppy, gazing at you with hearts in his eyes. a little meek, clinging to you, trailing after you pliantly. he’s a little dizzy, still, and he needs you to get back home in one piece. it makes you puff out your chest, stand up straighter. makes you feel protective of your 6’2 boyfriend, all toned muscle and broad shoulders, the personification of scary dog privilege. but he needs you right now.

a soft bout of laughter spills into the air, as you try to ignore his heavy stare. it’s impossible, though — so you turn your gaze to meet his own, and he practically glows under the sound of your giggles, that cheeky smile you’re wearing. ”you okay, suguru?”

his eyes soften. silently, he runs a thumb over the knots of your knuckle, smoothing down your skin, thick fingers intertwined with yours. 

he looks deep into your eyes, and a soft hum of affirmation buzzes in his throat. 

”i’m just so happy,” he grins, with a sincerity that has your heart doing flips inside your ribcage. it flutters, flutters, flutters, in the wake of his unbridled joy. it buzzes like it wants to break out.

suguru has this dreamy look on his face, one you can do nothing but admire, painted over with fluorescent moonlight and pure summer bliss. one that reminds you a little of high school rooftops, midnight road trips, what it means to be in love.

you nudge him, softly, with the arm that’s tangled up in his own. tilting your head, teasing words on the tip of your tongue. ”you know, i never took you for a sappy drunk.”

suguru's only response is a cute little mmrn, steps heavy as he leans on you for support. trying his best to carry himself, not wanting to inconvenience you, but it’s just a little tough. especially when he feels this soft, this grateful — this blessed.

a giddy, dreamy smile tugs at his lips. his amber gaze travels up, towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee. then he exhales; a soft, blissful little sound. ”i’m so lucky.”

a moment passes, silently. in the distance, cicadas buzz. with a patient smile, you admire him, the reflection of starlight in his eyes. suguru has this forlorn look, etched into his expression, like he’s seeing something that isn’t quite there.

”i have satoru and shoko…” he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear. as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue, as if he can’t quite believe them himself. that’s how lucky he feels, sometimes.

a nod. ”they love you a bunch, you know?”

(they do. they’re both horrible at saying it out loud, but you know they do. you know that they love suguru, just as much as he loves them, even if none of them are good at putting it into words. perhaps they don’t really even need to, in the first place.)

suguru mirrors the soft nod of your head, bangs falling over his eyes as he does. ”and i love them, too.” his smile grows. ”they’re my best friends.”

absently, you reach a hand out, brushing away the strands of hair obscuring his vision. and suguru stirs, his gaze shifting until it falls on you. like a moth to a flame. there’s something indescribable in his eyes, soft and heavy and tender and true.

”— and i have you.”

a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real. 

he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat. 

a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene.

”my angel.” 

as the words fall, that peaceful smile of his changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

and for a moment, you fear that your heart will stop beating entirely. frozen, listening to the lullaby of your heartbeat resounding in your ears. 

suguru has always been frighteningly good at flustering you — but isn’t this a little unfair? you clear your throat, hoping to regain some composure. it’s tough, though. your words could never measure up to his, could never flow as freely, but they’re honest. wholly and thoroughly. and maybe that’s enough. 

”we’re the luckiest in the world, too, then,” you echo, smiling, words barely above a whisper. willing yourself to meet his gaze. ”since we have you.”

suguru looks into your eyes. there’s starlight inside them, he thinks, shining brightly, gleaming in the dark. with the hazy filter of intoxication clouding his mind, it’s all he can think. you’re his northern star, his lighthouse. his one and only saving grace.

(you’re so, so pretty.)

a pause. after a silent moment, spent etching your features into his retinas, suguru tilts his head. his expression is unreadable.

— he boops your nose.

you blink. once, twice, caught entirely off guard; and suguru giggles. soft, giddy little breaths falling from his lips like marbles, strewn over the sand of a warm beach. his eyes are crinkled at the edges, and his smile is sweet, meeting your surprised gaze with a honeyed coo. ”you’re so cute, baby.”

silence. you look up at him. 

then you sigh, exasperated, more flustered than you’d like to admit. god. okay, he’s really out of it. for some reason, you still thought you could get a good one-liner in, but of course he had to ruin that by being a little tease.

you grab onto his bicep. gaze fixed straight ahead, giving it a tug. your steps are more decisive now, and suguru follows you happily. ”alright, alright. c’mon,” you beckon, slightly gruff. ”we’re almost there.”

when you finally reach the familiar front door of your apartment, you exhale a deep sigh, laced with pure relief. limbs tired from dragging suguru up the stairs, mind muddled and sleepy and senses practically engulfed by a man still clinging to you like his life depends on it.

after fumbling with your keys and hearing the click of the lock, you take a victorious step over the threshold, and a familiar scent greets you. soothing, comforting, a blend between fresh laundry and leftover curry and blooming hydrangeas. filling your senses with a fervent kind of bliss. of course, suguru’s does the same; intimately intertwined with the scent of home. that everlasting, never-changing blend. 

with him clinging to you like this, it’s almost suffocating — but you truly don’t mind. suguru’s warm, and sweet, and being close to him like this makes you feel at peace. his hands rest on your hips, his jaw on your shoulder, and he adamantly refuses to let go of you for even a second. it’d be annoying if he wasn’t so cute, if he wasn’t suguru geto, if you weren’t so horrendously weak for him.

what you don’t know is that suguru has an agenda. one that isn’t just i want to hug the love of my life, although partially that as well. suguru has a plan, one he’s been absentmindedly dreaming of for the past five minutes; he’s a man on a mission.

but he’s patient. always has been, always for you. so he waits, and waits, for you to hang his jacket up, for you to kick your shoes off your feet. and when you’re finally, finally finished, suguru leans in to kiss you.

— you block his mouth with the palm of your hand.

a moment passes. silent, almost tense. in his stupor, suguru’s mind can’t quite seem to comprehend the situation before him; he doesn’t understand why he isn’t pressing a kiss to your lips, right now, why he’s kissing the skin of your palm. he doesn’t understand why you look so troubled, a faint guilt simmering in your eyes. he just doesn’t understand.

all he can do is blink, dumbly, surprised. a question written on his features clear as day. 

”well, it’s just…” you sputter, sheepishly. avoiding his gaze, a little guilty. ”you know. since you’ve been drinking, and all…”

and it hurts, you think. it hurts a lot more than it should. it hurts to reject him, hurts to see the way he deflates at your clarification. like a big kicked puppy. like you just threatened to throw him out into the street.

suguru removes your hand, gently, holding it in his own as he speaks. those amber eyes are downcast, and a soft pout rests on his lips. the sight alone feels like a dagger to your chest.

”but…” he frowns, voice awfully meek. he looks so sad. ”i wanna kiss you…”

a soft sigh leaves your lips, before you can think to hold it in. oh, he’s being so unfair. guilt clings to your mind, an itch you yearn to scratch, and all you want is to kiss his pout away. but you really, really don’t want to kiss his alcohol-soaked lips.

so you settle for the second best option.

”’m sorry, sugu,” you coo, reaching a hand out to cradle his cheek. he leans into your touch, still pouting, and you tug a little at his bottom lip. wasting no time in closing the narrow distance between you.

the kisses you press against his skin are soft. peppering kisses all across his face; ghosting your lips along his jaw, trailing towards his cheekbones, and settling on his forehead. tiny little pecks, wherever you can reach. your voice is soft, muffled into his skin between butterfly kisses. ”tomorrow, okay?” 

and suguru seems to brighten up a little, melting under the contact, exhaling in pure bliss. he fervently returns the treatment, planting open mouthed kisses all over your face, respecting your wishes and avoiding your lips. they’re a little sloppy, but you don’t mind.

it does make you a little flustered, though. with his palms cradling your face, engulfing you, there’s nothing you can do except drown in his affection, the love he showers you with. it tickles — and suguru’s smile only grows, at the sound of your soft giggles. his cheeks are starting to hurt.

the state he’s in is just a little bit hazy. despite his initial dejection, he no longer minds that he can’t feel your lips against his, disappointment warded off by your smile and laughter alone. he thinks you’re so, so cute, and all he wants is to kiss you forever. 

but you have other plans.

and before you know it, you’re both curled up in bed, limbs all tangled up beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together as suguru cages you in. he squeezes you tightly, hugging you close, practically melting into you. usually, it’d be so easy to fall asleep like this. with suguru cradling you, covering your body with his own, warm and safe. he’s like a furnace. 

but right now, it’s a little tough. you’re kept awake by open mouthed, ticklish kisses pressed against your skin, supplied by the love of your life. it’s sweet, but he’s being far too distracting — as soon as your consciousness begins to fade into the fuzzy realm of sleep, he leaves a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, and you’re jolted awake once more. 

”suguuu,” you whine, dragging his name out with childish inclination. ”we need to sleep…”  

”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”

suguru knows that he needs to stop. he knows that both of you need to sleep, that you need to rest up. that he needs to recover from the intoxicated state he’s fully aware that he’s in — but he just can’t seem to follow through with it. every cell in his body burns with a certain desire, a need to shower you in love, and it’s unendurable. with every kiss, every giggle he manages to pull from your lips, suguru’s heart fills up just a little more. 

your presence surrounds him, like a weighted blanket, and he clings to it with a desperation he never knew before you. 

in the midst of his feverish consciousness, you’re all his muddled mind can think about. the way you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, like he was formed in the shape of someone meant to hold you. like you were formed in the shape of his embrace. with you pressed up against him, limbs tangled with his, everything feels so right.

but it’s so overwhelming. 

you’re so, so close, so close he’s practically engulfed by your scent, your touch, everything that makes his heart burn with devotion. it’s beating so viscerally in his ribcage, stirring the protective instinct inside him; he just wants you to stay close, by his side, wants to keep you safe and happy. wants to make you feel loved. 

suguru’s heart feels wet and raw and bare, fully exposed for you to see. beating just for you.

with the alcohol inside his veins, and the nostalgia of the summer evening on his mind, everything weighs on him just a little too heavily. everything feels just a little too much. every sensation, every emotion, every sappy thought. all of it together is almost too much for him to handle.

all he can think of is you. how lucky he is, to have met you, to have gotten to know you. how much you’ve changed him, changed him for the better, how much of him is directly tied to your existence.

suguru never truly appreciated his name until you came into his life. it was always no more than a simple fact, a gift from his parents that he hadn’t asked for. something natural, that he didn’t question, didn’t think about. 

but you say his name with such warmth.

he wants to hear you say it, over and over again, forever. suguru — in that sweet, lovely voice of yours. better yet, just sugu, a cutesy, silly nickname he could never bring himself to actually hate. he just wants to hear you call out to him, with that warmth of yours, the one that never fails to soothe him. no matter how tired he is, how stressed. how much everything else weighs down on him. 

at the end of the day, he’s simply your sugu. and that’s all he ever really wants to be.

with a hazy filter clouding his senses, coaxing him into closing his eyes, suguru should give in. he should fall asleep, let you fall asleep. but he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about it; he just loves you so wholly. who you are, what you do. as an equal, an individual, a little galaxy tucked into a body made of flesh and blood. no matter what you’re doing, no matter where you are. 

and right now, you’re here, with him. curled up in bed, in your shared apartment, inhaling the same air, exhaling at the same time. by his side, when you could be anywhere else in the world.

his heart is yours. that’s all suguru can bring himself to think, the only coherent thought he can cling to and echo in his head. his heart is yours. forever and ever. 

he makes no attempt to stop the tears from pooling in his eyes, even as he feels them cling to his lashes, even as his breathing clogs up in the back of his throat. they’re proof of his devotion, his carefully nurtured love. growing over the years, into something almost sacred, a kind of faith. something so fervent he wouldn’t dare deny himself of feeling it.

he can’t hold in a faint sniffle, either, just barely audible. one that breaks your heart in two. it aches, aches, aches. suguru is gazing at you with glassy eyes, a sight you aren’t used to seeing — but he also looks so genuinely glad. his tears aren’t ones of sadness. you know, because you know him. 

”aw, honey…” you coo, the pads of your fingers reaching out to cradle his cheek. despite your efforts, your voice wavers when you speak, little more than a whisper. ”don’t cry... you’ll make me cry, too.”

suguru places his larger palm over yours, choking on another sniffle. the sight renders you completely helpless — you want so desperately to stop his tears from falling, but a part of you is too touched to speak. too mesmerized by how beautiful he is, translucent tears illuminated by softly flickering moonrays, lashes glimmering like shooting stars.

all you can do is smooth a thumb right under his eye, wiping away a stray tear with enough tenderness to stitch his heart back together. suguru emits a shaky breath.

”’m sorry,” he sniffles, closing his eyes. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. ”i’m just so happy… love you so much… you mean so, so much to me, i…”

an exhale, a little breathless, tears soaking through the material of the shirt you’re wearing. his shirt. that realization makes him cry even more, a shuddering breath that shatters like glass when it drops from his tongue. 

and then, in a voice so quiet you barely hear it, a soft whisper worth a million words:

”i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

and it hurts. your heart aches so sincerely, thorns curling around your ribcage, because suguru is crying, and he’s telling you all this. with such an honest intonation that you don’t dare doubt him, even for a second. heavy thumps of blood rush through your veins; he’s still clinging to you, sniffling into your neck, and you’re so in love with him that you almost can’t comprehend it.

all you can do is press a kiss to his shoulder, chaste and tender, and hug him just a little tighter. echoing his words, in earnest, desperately trying to keep your voice from breaking apart. ”i love you, too. more than anything.” a sigh, full of wonder. little butterfly kisses scattered across the expanse of his neck. ”you mean the world to me. honestly.”

with a smile against his skin, you hope so tenderly that the soft kisses will comfort him, will stop the tears from falling. 

”my sweet boy,” you murmur, lovingly, because he is. the sweetest boy you’ll ever know. suguru shudders when you press your lips against his jaw. ”i’m so, so lucky.”

with the combined efforts of your kisses, the alcohol slumbering inside his veins, and the tears running down his cheeks, suguru begins to feel awfully tired. sinking into sleep’s embrace, like a sailor lost at sea. comforted by the glimmer of a lighthouse, just out of reach.

everything feels right. he’s safe, and happy, and in love. so hopelessly, blissfully in love.

the exhaustion creeps up on him, tidal waves embracing a shore, beckoning him into closing his weary eyes. a yawn leaves his lips, and he shifts a little in your hold. you’re smoothing down the back of his head, almost protectively, and sleep is only a flicker away for the both of you. with the last of his strength, suguru snuggles just a little further into you, nose pressed up against your neck, close enough that he feels the flutter of your heartbeat. 

”wanna be with you forever,” he murmurs, sleepily, stifling another bout of yawns. his smile is sweet and dreamy. ”gonna marry you one day…”

a moment passes.

for a second, you think your heart does actually cease beating entirely.

swallowing a gulp, you allow yourself the luxury of an inhale — and fresh air fills your lungs. grounding. all you can hear is the rapid beating of your own heart, heavy thumps reverberating in your ears. warmth flows through your entire body.

marry.

the word is spoken so casually, so sincerely, as if he’s said it countless times before. as if he’s repeated it, over and over again in his mind, just to get used to the idea. as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. marriage. something so foreign, so scary, enough to send shivers down every narrow of your skeleton. such a large step to take. 

(but suguru says it with such tenderness.)

”… okay,” you whisper, at last. breathless. ”i’ll be waiting, then.”

there’s nothing else to say. you don’t know if suguru is even conscious enough to hear you, let alone understand the full weight of your words, of his own words. but you don’t mind. 

a soft smile lingers on your lips, as you stroke his hair, mind hazy and limbs heavy. nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head, full of affection. dripping from your hands down to the column on his throat, through his windpipe, down to his heart.

”goodnight, sugu.” you press a kiss to his messy hair, tender and chaste. ”i love you.”

an incoherent mutter leaves his lips, in response, one you can’t quite make out — but you don’t need to. because you already know what it means, in the same way you know that the sky is blue.

(an echo buried deep within his subconscious, voiced without effort, as easy as breathing.

i love you, too.)

the sizzling of a pan and the whirring of a coffee machine form a beautiful morning symphony, bouncing off the walls of your kitchen. to your ears, and your still sleepy brain, it’s a soothing sound — coaxing soft little melodic hums from the depths of your throat.

with such a tantalizing aroma in the air, a blend between espresso and pancake batter, you can’t help but buzz with a mellow, groggy kind of joy.

honestly, you're beginning to understand suguru’s fondness for the morning hours. waking up to his soft snores and content expression was more than enough to give you the energy you needed to get out of bed; all sleepy and relaxed and pretty, with hazy morning sunrays kissing up his bare skin, caressing his messy bedhead. 

a rare sight, awfully precious. a part of you wanted to stay in bed and admire him all morning, but the thought of taking care of him coaxed you into leaving. it’s the least you could do, really — after seeing him so sincere, so open and vulnerable. 

hopefully, his headache won’t be too brutal when he wakes up. you left some hangover pills on the nightstand, courtesy of shoko’s advice: just get him ibuprofen and coffee. works like a charm. are you a little worried about her nonchalance? maybe. but you trust her judgement. they’re a handful, but you love them — even when they’re drunk or hungover. 

which is why you’re standing in the kitchen, engulfed by the morning sunlight, in front of a sizzling pan. trying your very best not to burn the pancakes you’re making, patiently waiting for the coffee to be done. 

in your blissful stupor, caught up with thoughts of suguru and breakfast and forevers, you don’t notice another presence coming up behind you.

two arms wrap around your waist, and a jaw attaches itself to the curve of your shoulder. you startle, a little, jolting at the contact — but then you recognize that telltale scent, the familiar weight of his arms, and immediately melt into the embrace.

suguru breathes out a raspy chuckle, amused at your surprise. 

a sigh slips from your lips, content. ”good morning,” you hum, placing the palm of your hand on his forearm. suguru shifts a little, getting more comfortable as he leans against you. tenderly, not too much weight. he’s delicate like that.

”g’morning,” he rasps, leftover sleep clinging to the syllables. the usual smoothness of his voice is coupled with a deep, rough kind of tilt, one that always accompanies it in the morning. your heartbeat picks up, silently.

suguru smiles. dreamy, giddy, because you just looked so pretty, in the morning light, hair still a tad messy. humming happily, swaying slightly side to side. so irresistible. he’s beginning to understand why you love sleeping in so much; getting to wrap his arms around you like this, instead of the other way around, doesn’t feel bad at all.

he squeezes you just a little tighter, hoping it’ll convey his gratitude. there are holes in his memory, last night no more than a blurry sequence of still images, but some bits and pieces remain intact. he remembers getting drunk in a way he hasn’t since he made that bet with satoru back in high school — and he remembers that you were there to take care of him.

a smile tugs at his lips. a little giddy, butterflies erupting in his chest. he’s so damn lucky.

”thanks for taking care of me yesterday, sweetheart.”

a hum. you smile, sheepishly, patting his arm. ”don’t need to thank me for that. how do you feel?”

suguru smiles. you feel it, against your skin, a chaste kiss on your neck. ”better.”

the low purring of the coffee machine has stopped, but the sizzling of the pan remains. from beyond the opened windows, you can hear the chirping of cicadas, melodic and serene. singing a summery tune. both of you soak in the preciousness of the moment, the fragile silence, before suguru breaks it.

”everything from last night is kinda fuzzy,” he admits, clearing his throat. just a tad sheepish. you simply hum, a low noise of acknowledgement, and he continues. ”i don’t really remember anything… ’m sorry, baby. i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

your lips curl up into a tiny smile. such a sweetheart — always worrying about you. always so caring and attentive. eager to reassure him, you smooth over the skin of his arm with your thumb. ”not at all.”

then you’re taking a couple steps back, moving from the stove, and suguru follows. you turn yourself around to meet his gaze, his arms still attached to your waist, a comforting weight.

a grin blooms on your lips, a little teasing, and a flicker of mischief shines in your eyes. ”you were cute, you know.”

suguru blinks, before emitting a low chuckle. a raspy little thing. ”was i?” he drawls, as you brush his bangs away from his face. 

”mhm,” you chirp, eyes crinkled as they meet his own. you just can’t help but want to tease him, a little bit. just a smidge. ”kept going on and on about how much you love us.”

hands moving to cup his face, you squeeze his cheeks softly. and suguru lets you, too tired to resist, only giving you a lazy raise of his brow. there’s a sense of amusement in his eyes, and something in you knows he likes the attention. your teasing words buzz with endearment, akin to a purr. ”my sweet lil’ sugu.”

all he does is lean into your touch, allowing himself to melt into the tenderness of the physical contact. even as you pull at his cheek, earning you a very gentle pinch to your side. but he lets you have your fun. you’re warm, and sweet, and he’s so in love with you he’d probably let you tug his body around however you please.

still, your words leave him just slightly perplexed. he’s still smiling with half-lidded eyes when he asks you to elaborate, basking in the feeling of your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. ”us?”

your grin widens, by a tad, something deeply amused glimmering in the depths of your iris. ”yep,” you answer, popping the p. for some reason, suguru dreads the teasing edge to your voice. ”me, and shoko, and satoru.”

a moment passes. he stiffens, for a second or two, mind processing the words. then he groans, softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

it makes you laugh, soft and amused, and he can’t help but smile along. despite the dreadful realization you present him with. no wonder he was met with so many notifications when he tapped at the screen of his phone — he didn’t read through any of them, but now he’s apprehensive to do so at all. shoko and satoru can be so goddamn obnoxious when they feel as if they have blackmail on him.

he can see it now, in his mind’s eye; shoko nagging him to run her errands, satoru reminding him of his words every time they have a slight disagreement. 

(grab me a coffee. three shots of espresso, one cube of sugar. got it?)

slacker.

(we both know i’m right. don’t be so stubborn, suguru! it’s okay to be wrong sometimes.)

asshole.

(c’mon. you said you loved me, right?

so mean. and here i thought you loved me!)

idiots.

(he does love them. more than anything. even when they’re being absolutely insufferable.)

suguru just sighs, deep and fatigued, already anticipating his doom. ”they’re never gonna let me live it down, are they?”

a giggle slips from your lips, and his heart flutters helplessly. ”probably not. my condolences.”

another sigh. it only makes your smile widen. there’s something awfully delighted, in your eyes, as you cradle his face in your hands. ”well, i thought you were very sweet!”

”yeah, yeah…” he mutters, vaguely amused. placing one of his large palms over your hand, where it rests on his cheek. ”i won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

a chuckles bubbles up from within your throat. ”aww,” you pout, giving way to a teasing grin. ”that’s a shame. i wanted to hear you talk about how much you love me again.”

suguru blinks. 

then he smiles. a very particular smile, characteristic, one you’ve come to associate solely with him. resting somewhere in the intersection between a soft grin and a teasing smirk. a flicker of mischief shines in his eyes, and you realize your mistake.

you can tease suguru all you want; but he'll always turn the tables on you, at the end of the day.

”oh?” he chuckles, fondly, thumb smoothing over the lines of your hand. his eyes gleam, looking straight into yours, shining with something mildly devilish. ”i don’t need to get drunk to tell you that, baby.”

in a smooth motion, one you can’t help but silently envy, suguru intertwines his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips. he never once breaks eye contact, gaze heavy as he basks in your flustered expression, planting a soft kiss against your knuckle. reverent.

”i love you. more than anything,” he purrs, lips still lingering on your skin. warm enough to burn. ”you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

a pause. heat crawls up your spine, and a flush rises to your cheeks. you couldn’t stop it if you tried.

”my everything,” he continues, intent on flustering you as much as humanly possible. voice low and smooth, honeyed and deep, and worst of all; terribly earnest. lips trailing over your knuckles, against every knot, so soft that you barely feel it. ”my entire world.”

”okay, okay!” you sputter, an embarrassed hue to your cheeks, your gaze landing on the windowpane to your right. his stare is just too heavy, too deeply in love. overwhelming. ”point taken. nevermind.”

suguru laughs, genuine and full. warm and amused, deep and real, and you catch yourself thinking that you don’t want to go a single day without hearing it. even if it’s at your own expense.

a coo rests on his the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back, opting to lean forward instead. he trails the pads of his fingers along your jaw, touch like a butterfly, lifting your chin up ever so slightly. then he closes the distance between you. 

in your throat, your breath hitches.

— but he doesn’t kiss you. suguru stops right in front of your lips, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, taking a moment to simply look into your eyes. and despite how flustered the close proximity makes you, you can’t bring yourself to look away. heart fluttering madly, a string of staccatos against your parted ribs.

a tilt of his head. amber eyes gleaming, crinkled and fond. ”can i kiss you, now?” he asks, grinning softly. hand smoothing down your hip, big and warm, teasing. ”i made sure to brush away all the alcohol. or do you still not want to?”

you pause. 

”hey, what happened to not remembering anything?” you pout, narrowing your eyes. the corner of suguru’s bottom lip twitches upwards.

but he only shrugs, feigning nonchalance, a playful glint in his eyes. ”guess i was just that disappointed.”

a giggle flows from your lips. he drinks it in, gazing at you with pure contentment.

”alright, alright... c’mere,” you coo, smile honeyed and sweet. tracing your fingertips along his jaw, brushing a silky strand of hair behind his ear. you take in the sight of him, meeting his lovesick gaze. he squeezes at your hips softly, a little impatient — so you finally lean in.

suguru’s lips are warm, when they meet yours. they taste like sunlight, devoid of any alcoholic flavour, just like he so kindly promised. and it’s a little amusing, the thought of him in front of the bathroom sink — desperately scrubbing his teeth, just to get his kissing privileges back. such a dork. 

he’s your dork, though.

suguru sighs into the kiss, smiling giddily, satisfied at last. and sound you can’t help but mirror. he deepens it, ever so slightly, fingers squeezing gently at the plush of your waist. a hum of approval buzzes in your throat, and his smile grows.

when he pulls away, that smile is all you can see, along with the ever so slight flush to his cheeks. a hint of peach dusting his skin, framed by the sunrays caressing his jaw, highlighting his handsome features. breathtaking. 

before you have a chance to protest, he’s leaning in again, to press one more chaste kiss to your lips. your heartbeat picks up.

everything finally feels just right.

the warmth of the sizzling pan, the fragrance of freshly made coffee and now-burnt pancakes. the light of the morning sun, scattered across the open space of your apartment, splotches of life painting everything in a heavenly glow. the love in the air, all soft and light and comfortable.

domestic bliss. with suguru, who never seems to change, no matter how many years go by. if you could live in this moment for the rest of your life, forever and ever, you’re sure you’d die happy.

and wow, is that a heavy word. forever. 

(but suguru makes it feel so very, very light.)

forever feels a lot more real, like this. cradled in the midst of a drowsy morning, bumping elbows with the man you love most, after getting to take care of him in his most vulnerable state. accepting every part of him, and having him accept you just as fervently. 

just this moment alone is worth far more than you could ever comprehend. 

suguru, with his warm hands, his familiar embrace. your shared laughter, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen as you try in vain to save your scorched pancakes. and his smile, his fervent devotion, coaxing him into eating them even though they’re burnt at the edges and don’t taste even a quarter as good as his. because you made them, for him, and that makes them taste sweeter than anything.

you stare at him, from across the table, admiring the sight you’ve grown so used to; suguru, with his slightly tousled hair, mug in hand and smile painted on his handsome face. drowned in sunlight, pink petals flitting in through the opened window. you don’t want a single day to ever pass without you seeing this. what does that mean, exactly? you think you know. 

it means forever.

(forever, forever, forever. what a pretty word.)

marriage. you think of it, again, let it linger in the depths of your skull, bounce around until you grow just a little more used to it. and it’s a scary thought, for sure. a terrifying thought, even, something so foreign that it makes you nervous. but you truly wouldn’t mind doing this forever — not one bit. not if it’s with him.

and, unbeknownst to you, maybe that promise of forever isn’t all that far off.

maybe it’s only a couple rooms away, hidden within the depths of a certain drawer, until suguru finally gets the courage to bring it out. and maybe, just maybe — that day isn’t all that far off, either.

(suguru smiles at you, from across the table. he thinks you look ethereal, sipping from your morning coffee, blinking tiredly. so sweet and angelic.

all he can think of is forever.)

[chuluoyi]

How I grinded, huh... Do you really want to know? 🫠 It's a painful process... So 400 from temple of Themis, 300 from his birthday puzzle thingy, 175 (If I rmb correctly) from the last level of Trials of Themis, 180 from 1 Achievement ( level up 20 skills to level 10), 50 from Achievement (upgrade Luke cards 100 times) + daily 60 for 3 days...

Right!! That's why I love childhood friends to lovers sm!!! And omg you find Vyn sus too?? So I'm not the only one after all 😭. And HELP Artem IS the perfect kind of man! Especially for Asian parents... My mum would probably go nuts if I had a bf like Artem...

And I totally agree, baby Sugu deserved sm better... He's actually the sweetest like I am still not over the way he calls 'Satoru' like this could be my ringtone and I wouldn't even care- 🫠🫠 volcano man 👎🏻👎🏻

Same man I pulled Venti cause I could make things fly HAHAHA Plus I just love that drunk little bard sm he's so funny and cute 🥹 HAHAHAH RIGHT Omg we just pull cause they're hot 😭😭 And like it's only after getting them then you realise "Oh he's not THAT good" but you tell yourself "It's fine he's hot".

Hoyo stuff just expensive in general.... 🫠🫠

And I wanna try too ngl but I think I'll wait till the next hottie pops up *heh* UNLESS Wrio is still having his banner then that's a different story 😁🥸

Yea... JJK season 2 really is just killing us internally... Your friends made the right choice! The only good thing is the Hidden Inventory arc when they were all happy and young and hot hshdhhd

I'm so glad you enjoy talking to meeee 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I also hope you'll never experience any drama... cause it CAN get quite messy.. And yeah I realised the JJK fandom can be quite scary.... I thought AOT was bad whew...

-🪩

….that’s quite a lot😭 YOU KNOW WHAT I MISSED THE BDAY THINGY EVEN THO I WAS SOOOO CLOSE🤧 upgrade the cards omg i’m so stellin broke i can’t even do that after levelling up the bakerlon card and the side story card😭

my roman empire is childhood friend and arranged marriage i swear pls someone write this up for me😫 add angst and i will be happy✌🏻 HAHAHA yeah i thought he was a bad guy at first i’m so sorry vyn lovers i didn’t mean to🥲 so truee!! asian moms are just so specific with their wishlist that make us just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

yessh🤧 like he’s so soft for gojo aaaa i want to write geto too sometime soon but i’m afraid i won’t do him justice so i might take more time to do his characterisation🥹 THE THUMBS DOWN AHAHHAHA

nevermind i barely have any primo i’m closing genshin😔 maybe sometime soon i’ll grind when i don’t have to do overtime *sigh* i must grind LUKE FIRST SJSJSJ i’m buying the monthly pass and now i have like 200 a chips

to me jjk ended after hidden inventory 💀 really i can’t even imagine how culling games would be after this bcs haaah🤧 what do we even see there?

right😭😭 it’s scary because i think most of the causes are actually nothing major but then it spiralled out into a full-blown discourse🤧 really?? in aot too? do you watch aot as well?

[conflagrate]

Winter 2023 Anime + TV Season

Another year is gone, another year closer to us all expiring (raises a glass). But first, recap of the autumn gone...

Oh noes I barely remember watching anime this season!

Rankings 1. Chainsaw Man 2. Spy x Family Cour 2 3. Gundam: Suisei no Majo 

Odd, cos I wouldn’t say I particularly preferred Chainsaw Man to the other 2 - all three were just ‘better than okay’, scoring around the 8.00 average mark. Oh well....

Shows completed: 6 Shows still ongoing: 2 (Blue Lock, Gundam) Shows stuck in purgatory: 2 (Isekai Ojisan, Golden Kamuy S4)

AND NOW WINTER IS almost HERE (especially for all ya US folks, hope y'all stayed safe & survived) and I can safely predict I will be watching a whole lot more Japanese cartoons this season...thanks sequels!

Must Watch: Bungo Stray Dogs S4, Tsurune S2, Kyokou Suiri S2, Bofuri S2, Hikari no O, Junji Ito Maniac [6]

Sounds Interesting: Revenger, Mononogatari, Buddy Daddies, TRIGUN STAMPEDE (I’m scared), HIGH CARD, Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi (only for the FOOD), Oyukiumi no Kaina [7]

Not My Thing But Who Knows!: Tensei Oujo, Technoroid: Overmind, Spy Kyoshitsu, Sugar Apple Fairy Tale, Ars no Kyoju, NieR, Mou Ippon, FLAGLIA

Do I have To? (No I Don’t): Koori Danshi, Tomo-chan wa Onnanoko, Inu ni Nattara, Nokemonotachi. The Legend of Heroes, Ayakashi Triangle, Kubo-san wa Mob o Yurusanai

Sequel Hell: Danmachi S4, Maou Gakuin S2, Nagatoro-san S2, Tokyo Revengers, Kamihiro S2, Kyuketsuki Sugu Shinu S2, Vinland Saga S2, Pokemon whatever, D4DJ S2, Shinka no Mi S2, Cardfight Vanguard will+Dress S2, Orphen S3, KJ File S2

Light Novel/Isekai/Idol/Imouto Hell: Ningen Fushin, Onii-chan wa Oshimai, Hyouken, Isekai Nonbiri Nouka, Tsundere Liselotte, Ankoku Heishi, Otonari no Tenshi-sama, UniteUp!, Saikyo Onmyoji, Roukin8, Benriya Saitou-san, Eiyuu-ou, Nijiyon

Continuing: Blue Lock, Isekai Ojisan (maybe)

Expected Load: 15 (OUCH)

Moving on to Broadcast TV & Streaming!

What I’ve been watching over the last quarter:

CBS: NCIS S20*, NCIS: Hawai’i S2*, NCIS:LA S14*, Fire Country*, East New York* Disney+: Alaska Daily* (ABC), The Patient, Andor, The Mysterious Benedict Society S2, Subete o Wasurete Shimau kara Netflix: Cabinet of Curiosities, HIgh Water, Manifest* Apple TV: Bad Sisters, Slow Horses S2 Amazon Prime: The Peripheral, The Devil’s Hour HBO: The White Lotus S2 Gameshows: Only Connect S18 Others: The Chosen S3* (app), Rogue Heroes: SAS (BBC), Wreck (BBC)

Series completed: 13 Series ongoing: 7 Full-length films watched: 20

What I'll hopefully be watching in the new Year

CBS: NCIS S20*, NCIS: Hawai’i S2*, NCIS:LA S14*, Fire Country*, East New York* Disney+: Gannibal, Extraordinary (?), Alaska Daily* (ABC) Netflix: Treason, The Recruit, 1899, Manifest*, Gudetama, Makanai-san, Kaleidoscope (?), Copenhagen Cowboy (?) Apple TV: Shrinking (?), Dear Edward (?), Liaison, Hello Tomorrow Amazon Prime: The Rig, Daisy Jones & The Six (?) HBO: The Last of Us Gameshows: Only Connect S18 Others: The Chosen S3* (app), Mayflies (BBC), Poker Face (Peacock), Stonehouse (ITV?), The Company You Keep (ABC)

* - continuing series or a marathon of old series, ? - will try, no guarantee of watch

Plus a ton of films before the Oscars come around =____=

PRAY FOR ME, THAT I CAN KEEP UP (also I’m now officially jobless so hopefully I find a job and not just park my ass at home and watch TV all day long bwahahahha)

[s0dium]

Hello! This little concept has been in my mind and thought you’d be able to do it, if you have time to of course. Okay first just think of this, a stalker Getou x stalker reader where the reader is your typical innocent stalker that like to admire him from afar. And Getou is the cold blooded and possessive stalker that goes above and beyond with his obsession with the reader. Who unfortunately doesn’t realize he’s crazy until he suddenly traps her in her own house and “physically demonstrates” his love to her.

Yandere! Geto x Sweet Stalker! reader

A/n: OHOHOHO ok so i rarly reply to new requests right away but stalker!Getou has been something ive actually been thinking about stalker/yandere! geto my self. Well actually ive been thinking abt most jjk characters as yanderes, maybe I should do some head canons (¬‿¬ ) any who, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, stalking, yandere behaviors, breaking in, heavy dub con, panty stealing, murder, picture taking, masturbation, peeping tom, reader is very love sick, sub space

Consider leaving a like, comment, reblog or a follow!

He knows your watching him.

Geto finds it cute in fact. The way you gaze at him from afar, sometimes snapping photos of him while he is at a star bucks, or following him for a minute or two after he leaves his house. To shy to act on your feelings so you take satisfaction from watching him in the shadows. There is something so innocent about it, so pure. Maybe because that's what it was, innocent. You had no mal intent behind your behaviors, only doing what some do when they harbor an intense longing for someone. Your the type to stop if he asked, it makes him chuckle to think that you're the type to offer to hand your self in to the police. Because that's just who you are; kind and innocent.

Geto on the other hand was not that at all ; innocent. No, there was nothing remotely innocent about him or his actions. Not in the way he breaks into your apartment to watch you sleep, steal your panties or cum on anything you own. Not in the way he takes photos, compared to your 3 or five photos of him, to his wall of you. Not in the way your Male co workers start to just suddenly leave and ‘find new jobs’. No. There is nothing kind of innocent at all about Getos behaviors.

It all comes to a crescendo one night, where he’s watching you from your window sill, sitting on a floating curse he summoned. He’s seen this scene so many times; you splayed on your bed playing with your pretty pussy. Geto knows exactly how you like it, even to the minute detail. First you drag your fingers along your slit, collecting your juices, occasionally bringing your digits to your view and sperating them to watch a string of arousal connect the two fingers, before smearing it across your clit. Then you start to draw tight circles with your index finger on the bundle of nerves. Not too hard though, soft and slow at first, letting yourself bask in the waves of warm pleasure that courses through your stomach. After that you start to get greedy and your pace starts to quicken, thighs trembling, hips occasionally bucking up. Sometimes you even grab something to put inside of you, something your walls can squeeze around. Usually it’s the back of a brush but this time it’s a dildo, a cheap one of course given your small salary and cruel boss (who Geto has been meaning to take care of). It’s memorizing but also agonizing to watch you try to simultaneously plunge the dildo in and out of you while rubbing your clit, knowing he could fill you up so much better, make you feel so much better then you ever could. But Getos favorite part, oh his favorite part are the filthy things you say about him. Things like “Please geto please fill me up I promise I’ll be good!” Or “I want you so badly daddy please sugu m’need you!” The list goes on. It has Geto furiously fisting his cock along side with you, timing himself so he cums exactly when you do.

But tonight’s different. Something is wrong. Your usual five minutes to finish has turned into ten which has turned into twenty. Even with the new dildo, you just can’t seem to make your self cum. Your crying now, sobbing his name and it’s just too much for Geto’s heart to bear. What truly send him over the edge is when he hears you whisper between hiccups “I just wish you loved me Geto.” Lucky for you, you don’t keep your windows locked.

You whip your head around when you hear the window to your bed room slide open and your eyes widen when you see Geto step into your room.

“Oh but you see, I do, I really do.” He says through a loving smile.

And thus, the final act begins.

You’ve already done most of the work for him, seeing as you always keep your door locked.So even if you wanted to make a run for the door, it’d take time for you to unlock it, enough time for him to catch up and stop you. But you don’t. You remain put, glassy eyes staring in disbelief. You look like a princess, the way the moon light spills through the window alighting your skin in a glassy hue. Just delicious, he thinks.

“Is this a dream?” You mutter, not expecting him to answer back, even more surprised when he does.

He chuckles, your adorable. “Nope I’m as real as can be sweet heart.”

Perhaps you just don’t get the gravity of someone breaking into your house or maybe you do but your need and love for the man in front of you is willing to push past that, but fat tears begin to fall down your face again and you quickly grab Getos large hands with your small ones bringing it close.

“P-please help me I promise I won’t bother you any more just p-please *hic* help me”

This is Getos turn to ask if he is dreaming.

“Shhhhh” Geto steps close toward you so he’s towering over you, and brings his hand to your face to use his thumb to wipe away your tears. You hum, leaning into his warm touch. “I’m gonna take care on you from here on out ok? You’ll never have to worry again baby. I promise”

~

The first thrust of his cock in your gummy walls knocks the wind out of Geto. Fuck his fist felt like sand paper compared to your velvety walls that sucked him in. He can’t believe he waited this long to be inside of you, he doesn’t know how he lived without this. The way your tits bounce with every thrust, to your delicious pleads for him even to the way your pussy juices collect at the base of his cock when he pushes into you, Geto is addicted.

He really tries to go slow at first, wanting to admire the way your count swallows him up, to savor this moment, he really does try. But the more you tighten around him the more geto looses it until he finally breaks.

“Fuck baby, the things you do to me…”

You can only moan in response as he speeds up, the delicious pressure of his dick pressing against your cervix washing over your body. Unable to handle the sensation, you fall forward, your chest pressed against his, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Suguru doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. Your cries and whimpers are like music to his ears, and he can tell you’re reaching your edge.

“I-Sugu m’ gonna-c”

It’s then he engulfs you in a kiss. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You moan sweetly into his mouth and getos hips stutter at the sound. It’s hot and wet, saliva smearing on the corners of your mouth as he leaves you breathless. Lips meeting again and again until you’re clinging to him in a dizzy mess. As you kiss his hips begin to thrust languidly. Deep, long, slow strokes of love making. Your love for geto feels overwhelming now, it’s staring to bubble over making fat hot tears pour from your eyes. It’s then you realize what the phrase love sick truly meant, because that’s what you were; sick with love. That’s when it hit you, you’d do anything for geto, anything to make him happy, for him to look your way, to make him simply say your name, Anything. The realization makes your mind go blank as the amount of pleasure you feel tenfold. You’ve gone silent now, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.

Geto notices the far away look in your eyes and chuckles, bringing his hand around your throat to force your face to him.

“Look at you.” Geto avowed. “You like it when I fuck you stupid, huh? Like being a warm hole for me to breed? God I love you so much.”

~

A/n: IM SO SORRY I CUT IT OFF SO ABRUPTLY I JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT IM RLLY BAD WITH ENDINGS

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Contents ♡ ♡ MDNI- Spanking, breeding kink, anal play, anal sex, oral (both receiving)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 7.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

A/N- Just one more chapter after this!!! We are at the end <3

Chapter 12 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 13

Suddenly, the pressure on your throat is gone, and you’re gasping, choking, coughing as air rushes back into your lungs, and you’re trying to look around as you come to, blinking with blurry vision. Your eyes finally focus as you see Suguru’s furious face above you, punching Mahito, his knuckles cracking against the man’s jaw, Mahito crashing into your glass table, breaking it with the force.

“Fuck!” Mahito moans out, as he’s now covered in blood, but Suguru continues, beating the fuck out of him as you hear sirens coming in the distance.

You watch, eyes wide, as Suguru gets Mahito by the throat, and you’re still trying to breathe, trying to sit up, but your body won’t cooperate. You’re so tired, so tired still, you feel so weak.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Suguru’s snarling, and you can see his hand around Mahito’s throat, squeezing, and he’s turning blue damn near as he’s struggling, flopping like a fish. “You’re fucking dead, do you get it? Better hope the cops come in time before you’re a fucking corpse.”

“Suguru…” You whisper hoarsely, and he looks at you, fury all along his handsome face, he continues to choke Mahito as his face softens, chocolate eyes full of horror as he looks upon you.

“I should have known it wasn’t enough.” He looks back at Mahito now, who’s somehow got this psychotic toothy grin on his face, even as he’s covered in blood, his eye is busted, he smiles somehow. “Needed to fucking kill him.”

“You’ll get in trouble, please.” You shakily stand up then, and Mahito looks at you, but then you tremble as you recall it all, in bits and pieces, his disgusting fingers inside of you, his hands all over you. You’re shaking then as your numb fingers itch to punch him in his face, to choke him right with Suguru. “Let me.”

Suguru raises a brow, then grips Mahito’s long hair in his big hand, shoving his bloody face toward you, and you pop  his nose with a sickening crunch, making him scream out. You’re shaking as you do it, but it’s a start, and Suguru grins at you, swiping back his messy hair as Mahito cries out.

“Good girl, you broke his nose.” Suguru whispers, his voice soothing even as he’s so vicious, and you feel like you’re in a fucking haze, adrenaline running through your veins. You’re standing there in your torn skirt, your bruised throat, your mess of a living room, and your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, shaking a numb hand now.

“Why did you fucking do this? Why?” You demand then, sobbing, and he just coughs up blood, smirking now.

“It was fun.”

Fun?

Fun!?

Suguru picks him up then, and he’s punched him so hard he is flung across the room now. “Princess, I have to kill him. I’m sorry.”

“Sugu!” He’s shoving him through the glass of the damn window then, and you gasp, picturing him careening down the apartment building, but then your door crashes open, and in come the cops, guns drawn and they’re shouting, but Suguru’s still got his hand around Mahito’s throat, about to shove him out the window. “It’s okay, it’s okay, let go of him now, baby.” You whisper, and he looks back then sighs, scowling.

“You got lucky.” You watch as Suguru lets go on the ground with a thud, as Mahito coughs, spitting out blood, fuck he spits out teeth, and you feel a sick satisfaction at the sight, your cheek throbbing from the hit he gave you, your body still trembling from his touch.

The cops come in and cuff him, and it’s all a blur, but you know he’s being dragged away, and you’re falling into Suguru’s arms, shaking like a leaf. “Suguru?” You whisper out, and he’s rushing to you, pulling you into his arms, and you’re crying so hard, clutching onto him. “Why did he do this? Why?”

“Don’t worry about him, Princess. He’s not going to touch you again.” Suguru whispers, as Mahito is being handcuffed, and Suguru is stroking your hair. You can feel the tremble in his hands as he holds you tightly, and you’re just sobbing into his strong chest, inhaling his scent, feeling safe again.

“I thought- I thought I was going to die.” You whisper, and he tenses up, looking down at you with horror in his eyes.

“Never, baby. I’d never let that happen, never. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry he hurt you.” He’s kissing you all over now, and you can’t even breathe, you’re just shaking in his arms, as he looks you over now. “I was so consumed by hatred I didn’t even check on you, I’m so sorry-”

“Hush, you saved me. Again.” You whisper, in tears as you pull him down to you, into a fervent kiss, as your apartment is filled with chaos, as the neighbors are flipping out in the hallway, as Mahito is going into an ambulance outside now. It’s nothing but you and Suguru. “You saved me the day I met you.”

He’s crying softly, tears flowing from his dark eyes, gulping in emotion as he cups your face, thumb brushing over the forming bruise Mahito had left. “You saved me just as much. I’ll never let you get hurt again, I swear.”

“Sugu…” He’s kissing you over and over, pulling you close, when finally a couple of police officers interrupt politely.

“I know this is a lot, but can you both come with us so we can ask some questions? Also to get you medical attention.” A female cop says softly, and you nod then, clutching Suguru’s hand.

“Can he stay with me please?” You ask, they nod, and Suguru squeezes your hand tightly as your mind tries to make sense of your destroyed apartment.

After questioning, and a medical check, you’re outside of your apartment building, watching Mahito dragged, handcuffed to a hospital bed, but he was unconcious now from blood loss. Suguru puts his arms around you carefully, as the cops are leaving, and soon it’s quiet in the night.

“I got your call.” He says, and you blink through tears, shutting your eyes and letting him hold you.

“I’m so glad you did. I was so scared. Sugu I thought you were a dream.”

“No, Princess, right here.”

“How can I thank you for saving me?”

“Move in.” You blink up at him, as he turns you in his arms then, gripping you gently. “Please, move in. I’ll never fucking sleep again if you’re not in my arms.”

“I… are you sure, Sugu?” You ask softly, and he gives a sad smile, that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“I have never been more sure of anything. Please, let me know you’re where I am, that you’re safe. I’ll take you to work every day. I’ll do anything.”

“Oh Sugu you act as if I don’t want to.” You cup his face gently as he leans down, holding you so close. “Then take me home.”

Four months later

“How did it go Princess?” Suguru asks softly, as he picks you up from your therapy appointment. Yes, you did therapy twice monthly, and you were on something for anxiety now, but overall, you were good, you were strong. You had the best man in the world waiting for you, standing tall and handsome next to his car.

You eagerly run into his arms, as he picks you up, kissing you deeply. “It went so good. They said I can go to once a month.” You say, and he beams with happiness, smiling with those full lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I am so proud of my girl.” You melt at that, giggling as he kisses you over and over, until it gets far too heated for you both, and you have to pull away a bit, to catch your breath. “I say this calls for a celebration.”

“Doing good in therapy?” You ask, giggling as Suguru seatbelts you in carefully, pecking a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve been planning something tonight anyway. Indulge me?”

“A surprise!?” He grins, nodding, and then you snuggle to his arm as he zips through the streets. “How should I dress!”

“You act like I didn’t buy you a dress.” You flush at that, looking at his handsome profile as he drives.

“Fuck you’re perfect, you know.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “So humble for no damn reason. You are.” You peck kisses down his neck, earning his inhale, then his soft moan, eagerly pulsing through your body.

“Wait till tonight, you little hornball.”

“Hey!” You both laugh then, and soon you’re back home, and it’s fully your home as well now, you had been with Suguru since that night. He’d made you right at home, and you’re not sure anything could be better than living with your boyfriend. “I don’t wanna wait.” You pout, sliding down your top then, and he bites his lip, pausing you.

“Trust me, patience. I’ll make it so good for you tonight.” You pout again, batting your lashes, earning an eye roll. “No puppy dog eyes brat.”

“Mmhn, but Sugu…”

“Don’t you even. Go get ready for a special date.” You sigh, then you run off to your room and see it, a set of three pretty black boxes on your bed.

“Sugu what is all this? This can’t be a congrats for therapy bundle.” He snorts in laughter, hugging you from behind and kissing up your neck. “Go on, open them.”

You open the first, and it’s a breathtaking gown, covered in black glitter sequins, shimmering this way and that in the light, making you gasp. “Beautiful oh my goodness! Thank you so much!”

“More things, go on.” You take trembling hands as you open the next, and then your heart falters as you see it, a gorgeous necklace worth your entire art gallery, glimmering with diamonds.

“Sugu, I can’t!” You turn to him then, he’s got his hands casually in his pockets, smirking at you. “It’s worth way too much!”

“I’m rich, Princess. Let me spoil you.” You flush bright red as you finger the necklace carefully. “Plus there’s more reason to celebrate.”

“What is it!?”

“Check it out.” Suguru pulls his phone out then, showing you the headline, and you blink in shock.

“Life sentence how!? Usually it’s like nothing for assault.” You murmur, as you read the headlines. Suguru chuckles a bit.

“I made sure your lawyer was the best for a reason. But he actually asked for the death penalty, so I think this may be worse for him. Imagine the prison bitch he’ll be.” You giggle then, through tears that start, as you look back up.

“Is this why we’re celebrating? That makes more sense.” You say, handing him back his phone.

“Just one of the reasons. It’s a special day. Now, the next.” You take a shaky breath as you open the littlest box, and it’s matching earrings, glittering brightly under the soft lights of the room.

“Got me feeling like royalty, Sugu.” You murmur, and he chuckles, brushing your hair back off your neck, cupping your chin and tilting you too look up at him.

“You’re a Princess, remember?” You fucking melt, and you feel tears flowing freely down your cheeks, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Sugu I need to suck your dick, now.” His mouth drops open, and then he glares, earning your giggle. “Come on, after all this!? Hour long blow job!”

“I can barely take five minutes, you fiend.” You both laugh, as he swipes your tears and kisses you, again and again. “Save it for later. Go get ready, I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look in these.”

You practically squeak as you run off, and you start to get dressed, looking in the bathroom mirror as you slide into this beautiful dress. It had been a rough start at first, the amount of nightmares Suguru had to endure, holding you were rough, fuck they were brutal. The panic attacks, the endless tears, but he’d been by your side through every bit of it.

Maki, Yuta, your mom, and all of his friends had been heavily involved, constantly over with you, spending time and taking care, and soon you started smiling again, soon your nightmares eased. Suguru had stopped Mahito before he’d gone too far, and his touches and kisses eliminated any memory of that night.

His sweet words, his looks of adoration, everything about Suguru Geto had saved you, ever since you met him at your lowest, he’s done nothing but bring you up, and now you are thriving. You didn’t feel insecure anymore, those thoughts were long past, you feel beautiful and worthy being next to the man you adore.

What could get better than this?

You step out of the bathroom, and Suguru gets on his damn knees, you giggle at his dramatics. “I’m not worthy of this.”

“Shut it, before I put you to work.” You tease, stepping over to him, cupping his pretty face in your hands, as he holds your hips.

“Put me to work then, brat.” You slip up you dress, and he groans then. “No panties, hmm?”

“No panties. You’ll have to think of it all night.” He nips your thigh, groaning as you let it fall back down, and he stands then, holding your hand and making you do a pirouette in his arms.

“Such a tease. Fuck your ass in this!?”

“What about the rest of me, ass man!?” You both laugh again, fuck your cheeks hurt from how much you laugh with him.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking.” You exhale, as he runs a careful hand down your delicate neck. “Let’s get that necklace on.”

“Yes please! I feel like Pretty Woman.” You turn and lift your hair, as Suguru drapes the cool white gold on your throat, and that gorgeous necklace settles around your throat, draped on your collarbone now. “Oh my god it’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” Your heart aches, as your tummy clenches in desire, when doesn’t it for Suguru? You look at your reflection, with him so tall and handsome behind you, his long fingers against your bare shoulders.

“I love you so much, Suguru Geto.” You say softly, and he turns you to kiss him, his hard body pressed against your curves, you melt into his embrace, feeling empty when he pulls back then.

“I love you, my Princess. Do you wanna do the earrings?”

“Yes!” You eagerly put them in place, and they dangle down against you like two chandeliers, brilliant and stunning. “Oh if this is a random gift, my engagement ring will be like the hope diamond.” You tease and he gets serious for a moment, making you falter.

You all had not brought up marriage yet, though of course Suguru and you were damn near married already, you spend every moment together you can, you live together, you sleep together. He talks of getting you pregnant and those talks get you far too excited, but you hadn’t necessarily broached the subject yet.

“Suguru, please I didn’t mean to pressure you, it was a joke!” He clears his throat, eyes a bit distant, as he shakes his head.

“No love, you’re fine. Go get some pretty shoes, hmm?”

“Yes of course!” You feel slightly awkward then, hoping you had not put too much pressure on him, fuck he does the world for you, and you don’t expect more than he already has. His phone rings then, and he smiles.

“It’s Gojo, let me take this while you finish, I need to hear about our godbaby.” He says, and you giggle, nodding and kissing his cheek, a hand on his chest.

“Give them all the love!” He grins as he answers the phone, Gojo had just had his little baby, and Suguru just adored her to pieces, as did you. Nanami and his wife were now pregnant too, and married, it was as if it were in the water.

Some of that absolutely gave you baby fever, though you tried to play it cool, the thoughts of you as Suguru’s bride, and the mother of his children fill you with so much joy you can’t begin to describe. You’ve had just as many beautiful dreams lately as you ever have nightmares, it means so much to you to have him by your side, forever.

Whether it was ceremony and paper, or just a promise, you cannot wait for your lives together, especially now that you know Mahito is gone forever. Suguru frequently said he wished that he had in fact thrown him out that window, and you know it haunts Suguru, having seen you that way, but he stays so strong for you.

You slip on red bottom heels that Suguru had bought you last month, the man non stop buys you too much, and you complain but you secretly love it, you love falling back a bit, letting the art gallery be run without you mostly. You come in a couple times a week, the rest of the time you are almost something like a taken care of girl, as Suguru likes you.

You’ll let some feminism go for him, surely.

He walks out now, his hair brushed and tucked back, and he’s now got on his suit jacket and dress shoes, looking far too handsome in that black suit he’s wearing, making your mouth water. The sex with Suguru just gets better constantly, as you briefly remember being completely tied up just last night, as he’d licked and touched every part of you.

Suguru was the definition of freak in the sheets, gentleman in the streets. And still so very much to explore with him, you think, as you whistle at him, sauntering around and smacking his firm backside. He jumps at that, glaring at you, and he has you bent over the couch arm in a flash, yanking your dress up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Ah!” You shout breathlessly, as he lands a hard, firm smack on your ass cheek, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Sorry, what, Princess?” He smacks your other cheek, and you moan softly, making him laugh a bit. “Freaky Princess.”

“Sorry, Sir.” He sighs, caressing your ass cheeks then, teasing the wetness between your thighs just a bit, you grip the couch and moan. “Let’s go out later.”

“No, insatiable little thing. Mmm.” He moans when he slips his finger past that tight ring of muscles, inside your wetness, and you rock against his hand.

“Just a little late then.” You beg, and he groans, you expect protest, but he’s fingering you even more, and you hear his belt buckle. “Yes, please Sugu!”

“Fuck I can’t turn you down ever, how can I?” He whispers, then you cry out as he’s pushed his whole length inside you, and you both start moaning as he just sits there, you pulsing around him. “She’s too tight, fuck… relax, please.”

“S’good, please fuck me… ngh!” You beg now, and soon Suguru Geto is fucking you, in his fancy suit, while you’re in your gorgeous black dress, those expensive gems dangling with every thrust. “Sugu!”

“Princess… f-fuck…” He moans out, sliding that thick cock in and out of your tight entrance, as your walls flutter around him. You feel his grip tighten, as he’s fucking you harder, further into that couch, your head is just dangling forward, hair falling like a silk curtain now.

Your muscles are squeezing him, making him shiver with desire, with pleasure, as his leaky tip, just dripping with precum shoves against your cervix now, making you start to drool as your eyes roll back. He’s rolling his hips and grinding it against it now, pressing inside it damn near, you feel him in your stomach, you feel his cock wrecking your insides.

Suguru’s soft moans, that ‘ah ah’ noise he makes, mixes with your whimpers, with your light sobs at just how good his cock feels. One of his hands gently gathers your hair, until he’s pulling, at the base of your neck, giving you just that right amount of pain he knows you enjoy so much.

Your back is arched for more of his sure back shots, as he mercilessly drives that cock into your cunt, and soon you’re shattering, as your orgasm hits you, trembling and clinging to the couch, nails digging in to hold you firm. You start gushing to the point you’re making a mess of you both, and his soft moans urge you forward, as does his whisper in your ear when he bends down.

“Good girl.” You shiver, as your pussy pulses, and you look back at him, as he cups your neck in his sure hand.

“Love you, love you.” You whisper, breathlessly, and he presses in so deep you’re drooling down his hand, forcing you into another orgasm, one he fully watches on your pretty face.

“I love you… fuck I love you. Mine.” You nod eagerly, and he’s bent fully over you now, slowing his thrusts, sliding a hand down your spine, to grip an ass cheek, squeezing it and moaning. “M’close, Princess.”

“Lemme swallow… please. I’ll drip- ah- all night if not!” He chuckles, his chest shaking you, and he presses in even deeper, impossibly deep, his balls smacking your little clit as he does.

“Cum one more time, then I’ll give you my cum.” You eagerly nod, then he finds your clit with two fingers, flicking back and forth, and you scream out as you orgasm so hard you nearly black out, he pulls out then, turning you, and you drop to your knees. “Mouth open Princess.”

You open it wide, looking at his pretty, thick cock, covered in a mix of his precum and your slick. You hold your tongue out, as he caresses your face so lovingly, before guiding his cock inside, and you lap him up hungrily, sucking yourself off him. He’s gripping your hair, brows low over his eyes, his full lips parted as he gasps.

“Perfect girl, so good Princess, f-fuck. Can you swallow it all?” You nod, looking right up at him with fucked out eyes, and he starts spurting cum then, throwing his head back and moaning, as your cheeks hollow and you suck him up.

He’s so yummy, thick full spurts, so hot that go down your throat, you drink every bit of him up eagerly, and his eyes snap back down, as his cock presses even deeper in your mouth. He’s still spurting ever so lightly, pulling back and sighing in pleasure, and you continue to suck.

“Open up, let’s see.” You eagerly do, and he brushes your hair back slowly. “You’re such a good girl, you took it all for me?”

“All for you, daddy.” He pulls you up then, slamming his lips to yours, lapping you up, your mouth is a mix of both of your essence now, and he’s picked you up, pressing you against the wall.

“I could fuck again, jesus… what you do to me, Princess.” He huffs, and you cling to him desperately.

“I did good, Daddy?” You ask softly, looking to him with eager eyes.

“So good. Mmm. If we don’t go soon we won’t make this.” You giggle, as he helps you back together, and you do the same. “Who knew this virgin on a plane would be such a freak.”

“Hey now, I’ve learned from you!”

He chuckles, an arm on your back, you lean against him, feeling his heartbeat steady on your cheek. “Let’s go, promise you’ll love it.”

Suguru had gotten a beautiful limo for the night, and the quiet drive was scenic, passing the glowing lights of the city as you both snuggled, before pulling up to a private dock. A sleek, luxurious boat bobbed gently against the pier, adorned with fairy lights and at the entrance.

"What's this, Sugu?" You whispered, eyes wide with wonder at how pretty it all looks in the night.

“Well, if Satoru and Nanami have boats… why not us?” You gasp then, as you see the little insignia, it clearly says Princess, and you flush in the night, as everything starts to overwhelm you.

“You bought a boat!? And named it…”

“It’s ours, Princess.” He whispers, kissing your temple as he pulls you close, walking you further. “As everything will be I hope.”

“Oh, Sugu…” You can’t even form a word, as you feel yourself trembling, the cool breeze of the night flowing your pretty dress, and your hair around your shoulders. “It’s gorgeous! It’s really ours?”

“Absolutely. Do you remember that boat that night?” Your mind gets heated, as you remember how he’d been on his knees, how he’d licked you right over those lace panties. He chuckles now. “Oh, you remember.”

“I sure do… you were sure something, Suguru Geto. You still are. All of this is crazy!”

“There’s lots more, come on love.” He says softly, helping you down the gangplank and onto the boat.

The captain greeted you both with a nod and a smile, before setting sail into the moonlit ocean. The salty breeze played with your hair, and the gentle sway of the boat made you feel as though you were floating, but not as much as Suguru Geto himself made you feel that way.

Suguru leads you to the upper deck now, where a candlelit dinner for two was set up, complete with champagne chilling in an ice bucket. “Oh you went all out, oh my goodness!”

“Anything for you, love.” He says, and fuck you are a puddle for this man, as he lavishes you with his sweet whispers, his kisses.

“Nothing could be this perfect.” You say, as you take the seat he’s pulled out, and he sits right next to you. The meal was exquisite, filled with delicate flavors and tender textures that danced on your tongue. You could see the spark in Suguru's eyes as he watched you savor each bite, as he feeds you gently.

You take a bite off his fork now, moaning and shutting your eyes, then when you see him watching you, his desire is as strong as the warmth between your legs. The stars twinkled above you both as you ate, reflecting off the calm waters below, as the boat gently rocks.

“Dessert, Princess?” He offers, and you hold your tummy, whining.

“Yes but I’m so full!” He smiles softly.

“Just a bite then?” You nod, as the dessert was served, a rich chocolate cake that looks so good. “Here, shut your eyes.”

You do as he says, and you open your mouth, as he places a little morsel on your tongue, so sweet you sigh. You then get a soft kiss, before you feel him kneeling between your thighs. You moan, anticipating what is coming, spreading your legs, and licking your lower lip.

“Right here?” You tease, opening your eyes then, but Suguru is on one knee, holy fuck!? Suguru reaches into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box now, his hand shaking, usually so sure, and your breath caught in your throat “Suguru! What… you…”

“Shh, love.” He winks up at you, taking one of your delicate hands in his. “Princess," he says, his voice steady and husky despite the tremor in his hand, "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Your heart falters, pounding in your chest, as the love of your life is on bended knee, right between your thighs. You start sobbing then, profusely, thanking the lord for all your waterproof makeup, and you watch the emotion form on his face, as one of his hands brushes your cheek.

The world stopped for that moment, as he opens the box now, and you struggle to find your words, you struggle to focus. This can’t be real can it? Are you this lucky, to have the love of your life, with a ring in his hand? It all seems surreal as you stared at the ring, a stunning diamond that matches the ones in your earrings, the ones in your necklace.

You stare at it, glittering under the moonlight, your mouth dropped open, as you look to it, then look back up to him, tears streaming down your face. "Yes!” You managed to choke out, finally. "Yes, Suguru, yes! Oh my god yes!”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, a sharp white grin on his handsome face, the one you fell in love with when you first saw it, first saw his sweet chocolate eyes, that lush hair blowing around his face. You see the glittering of tears in his own gaze as he slides it up your finger, and it’s so beautiful you can’t take it.

“It’s so beautiful! It’s so stunning I… oh my god, Sugu, get up here!” You yank on him, and he cups your face, laughing softly then, pure joy mirrored on his features.

“Oh Princess, I was so fucking nervous.” You shake your head, as he is kissing you so tenderly, cradling you like a precious treasure.

“Suguru, I’ve always been yours. Always.” You whisper, and he moans softly, pulling you against him, kissing so hard your teeth are clinking, your tongues messy and desperate. You taste your tears in every kiss, mixed with that taste that is Suguru Geto, your… “Fiance, my fiance!”

“My beautiful fiance.” He whispers back, standing then and pulling you against him, and you shiver as the wind hits you both, and he’s pulling you back a bit, spinning you in his arms.

Music softly plays, and this was it, the moment you had dreamed of, and it was better than you could ever have imagined, a moment you weren’t sure you deserved for so long, but here he was, and here you were, in his arms. “Oh, Sugu… are we dancing?” You ask, and he nods, smiling down, the moonlight casting shadows on his gorgeous features.

“I’m dancing with my favorite person, the love of my life.”

“Sugu…”

“My fiance. Future wife.”  You danced barefoot on the deck, your dress swirling around your ankles as the boat cut through the water, one hand holding yours, the hand with this beautiful fucking ring, the other on your waist.

“My future husband. My gorgeous man. Forever.” You whisper, cupping his face now, and you kiss again, as he dips you over his arm, making you giggle through your endless tears.

“Future mother of my babies.” He says, even huskier, making you tremble with need then. Your eyes lock, as you feel that warmth spread, as he presses you against his hard body, you feel it like electrical sparks then.

“Maybe… I shouldn’t take the pill tonight.” You say softly, and he pauses, nearly tripping as he looks down, you wonder if it’s too far, but then he slams his lips down, picking you up, hands greedy as they grab you everywhere. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly.

“Yeah, Princess? You sure?” He murmurs, breath hot against your lips, and you nod, blushing under his gaze.

“I want to be a mommy. I want you…” You grab a hand, putting it on your flat tummy now. “To put babies in me.”

“Holy fuck…” He’s stupidly hard against you now, you watch him adjust himself with a wince as he peers down. “You’re killing me. You mean it?”

“Yes, Suguru. Or… Daddy.” You tease, then yelp as he’s picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Oh my god, it’s too high up here!”

“I have a room all set up. Now.” He orders you as if you can follow, carrying you down steps, ducking down, and by the time you’re in the room, you’re both breathless, laughing like crazy, as he kisses you again. “I’m making you a mommy tonight.”

“Mmm, are you? Gonna have to try a lot. Put so much into me.” You whisper, then you’re thrown on the bed in the little room with a bounce, making you giggle like crazy, before those giggles are quieted by Suguru’s lips. You sigh into his kisses, hastily unbuttoning his shirt as he’s sliding that dress up your hips.

You sit up then, and he’s pulling the dress off your body, your breasts bounce out as he gets it off of you, and he’s kissing down your breasts while he slinks it down your hips. “You’re the most beautiful girl, you know that?”

“And you’re the most handsome man, Sugu. Ngh! Fuck…” He’s sucking on one of your breasts now, while his hands knead them gently, your back arches for more of his caresses, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, as his hot mouth sucks.

“Can’t wait till these are so full.” He says softly, and you’re even wetter, grinding up eagerly against one of his thighs, still clad in those dress pants.

“Yeah, daddy, do you want them like that?” You say so softly, and he looks up at you with that seductive gaze, moaning his answer around your nipple. “And so full of you here…” You touch your stomach, making him feral now, as he yanks you by your hips, kissing down your tummy, making those muscles tighten, as you suck in from the intense sensations.

“I can’t wait for that, going to have my twins.” You giggle again, hand pulling his silky hair now, hips bucking up as he kisses down further, spreading your thighs.

“You really want twins hmm?”

“I really do. Gonna be so hot full of me.” You scream out as he slides a tongue up your slit, lapping you up now, and you can’t fucking take it, you’re shattering under him with just a few flicks. “You’ll be so sensitive too…” He murmurs, nipping your clit, your hips twitch in response, as shivers of desire run up you.

“And you’ll… still eat me out then hmm? When I can’t see your… face?” He groans, looking up and grinning from between your thighs.

“I sure will, Princess. I need you to cum on my face, can you baby?” You nod eagerly, and then he’s spreading your lips wide, fucking you with that long, talented tongue, his teeth bumping your clit, and you’re soaking him, wetter and wetter as he works you like he knows how.

You cry out his name as he softly whispers yours, your hands enwrapping as you lean up for more, more, more. And Suguru gives it to you, practically burying his face inside your eager cunt, drinking you up like you’re water, and fuck if you’re not, when your fiance is devouring you.

He’s relentless, pushing your thighs apart wider, his tongue fucking you deep and hard, until you’re shaking, until you’re screaming, until you’re cumming so hard your eyes roll back in your head, convulsing as he laps it all up. Your pussy is pulsing around that wet muscle, and then he is pulling back, sliding two fingers in, curling them just so and taking a breath as he watches you.

“Sugu, sensitive!” You whine, and he gives you that smirk, pressing up and sending you back over that edge.

“You can cum more for me, Princess, can’t you?” You feel your blood pressure rising, face hot, as your body's on fire from his touches. You nod weakly, then gasp, blacking out when he keeps hitting that spot, and he’s licking the underside of your clit now. You feel so much pressure so intense, as he keeps licking, keeps pressing, then it’s like some dam breaks.

You are screaming out, yanking on that dark silky hair as you cum so hard you’re squirting out, and you gasp at that, as Suguru leans back in surprise, before he’s grinning, lapping it up, continuing scissoring his fingers in you soppy cunt now. You’re so sensitive you clamp down on them, twitching.

“Sugu… what… I’m so… what’s that!?” He chuckles a bit, leaning up you now, covered in your slick and kissing you, sliding his pants down finally.

“You squirted, Princess. I didn’t know you could, that was so fucking hot.” He whispers, and you’re blushing furiously.

“That was messy!” He chuckles again, brushing your hair back as he spreads your thighs, leaning over you, settling his cock between your thighs.

“It was so sexy. It just means you really, really liked it is all. Don’t be embarrassed, I promise that was the hottest thing.” You exhale, as his handsome features are over you, soft light hitting them in the night, and you’re so sensitive you nearly cum again from his tip sliding up and down.

“You always make me feel so sexy.” You whisper, and he sighs, kissing you, and you taste yourself on his lips.

“I will every day. Are you ready for me Princess?” You nod, rolling your hips up and watching his eyes flutter shut for a moment, then he’s slipped inside of you, and he’s sliding into you so fucking slow, so gentle, savoring every moment, and so do you, nearly cumming then and there.

“Fuck, Sugu…” You whimper, then you do cum when he’s fully seated, and you’re so full you feel like you might just burst from that pressure, he moans, reaching down to find your clit, and it’s too much again.

“Mm, you feel so good, love. So tight, so hot… so wet.” He whispers, and your head sinks back into the pillow as you ride out an insane orgasm, eyes rolling back as he starts to move, setting a rhythm that’s slow and deep, making you feel every inch of him.

You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging in, as he kisses down your neck, making you moan and whimper, making your body tighten around his cock. You’re so sensitive from that first orgasm where you’d squirted, that it doesn’t take long for a second one to build, for your body to start trembling again.

“You are sensitive, hmm?” He teases, and you just whine, pathetic as you bury your face against the hot skin of his chest.

“C-can’t take it. Fuck.” He’s so slow and gentle with you, but you can’t stop cumming now, like some aphrodisiac had been slipped into your damn dessert, and you get so wet he slips out when you cum again, muscles pushing on him. He hisses, then he’s against your ass, and you both pause, looking at each other.

He begins to rub against your little anal hole now, and you shiver from delight as he uses your slick to press against it, tip sliding in and making you gasp, as he groans out, leaning down on one arm. He looks at your face, pressing deeper now, and you’re hissing at the stretch, the burn, about to lose it.

“Get on your knees, Princess.” You eagerly obey Suguru Geto’s husky command, doing just as he asks, pressing your ass up in the air. “Play with that little clit.”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper, and rub your sensitive clit, crying out as he presses your head gently into the mattress, fingering your pussy and then sliding it up to your ass and shoving in, making you scream.

“Do you want it, love? Me to finally fuck this tight little ass?” He asks, and you lean up on your arms, nodding as you look back, at his glistening hard body behind you, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure when he’s fingering deeper.

“Please, take me there. Please. I want you to.” You say, Suguru always wants to make sure you’re okay, but this was one you all hadn’t done just yet.

“Loosen up for me, relax. I won’t hurt you.” He bends down then, lapping up you from your clit to your ass, tongue around the rim, the sensation kills you, as does the hot spit on it. You’re shivering in anticipation when he presses now, his thick tip popping in, feeling so good but so much pressure it’s hard to take. “You okay love?”

“Y-yes, it’s different… it’s good though. Mmm… I can do it.” He laughs a bit, then it stops in his throat when you press your ass back to him, taking more, and then he’s gripping your hips bruisingly, groaning out as you whimper in pleasure. “Oh fuck…”

“Oh fuck…” You both whisper, as he pulls out, then presses in more of his thick length, stretching your ass out so deliciously good, and he’s leaning over you, shoving in deeper, until he’s so deep you can’t take it. “You’re taking me so good, look at you, Princess.”

“It’s so much… I…” He takes your fingers now, pushing them back on your clit, as he’s slowly fucking you, and every inch feels like ten. You feel so full, so stretched, so good, that you can’t even think straight, he’s so gentle with you, but you keep backing up, craving it.

“Can you take more?”

“You’re not in fully!?”

“Half.”

“I thought I was… doing s’good too…” He’s letting out a breathy laugh, pressing over you, spreading your ass cheeks now and sighing as he watches your little hole stretched by his soaking wet cock.

“You want me to push in? Break this little ass hmm?” Fuck he’s hot, you’re pulsing around nothing now, nodding eagerly into your pillow. Then he’s fully inside of you, and the burn is so intense you’re cumming again, making such a mess, he is hissing as your muscles tighten around him. “Good girl.”

“Ngh! It's so good… more please.” You beg, and he smacks each ass cheek, before fucking into you harder now, and your toes are curling against the soft blankets, as you press up more and more, drinking up every bit of his moans.

You’re sobbing for more, your body begging, and he’s giving it to you, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, making you scream into the pillow, making that little room echo with your cries of pleasure. You rub that clit now, feeling it swollen and so sensitive, as he keeps hitting that spot inside you that you never knew, his balls smacking against your soppy cunt.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum again, Suguru… fuck….” You whisper, and you can feel his cock swelling up inside you, so much it’s like he’s going to split you in half.

“You’re so naughty, aren’t you? Like it so much when I do this? Ha-” He taunts you, slapping your ass and shoving his cock in hard, and your back arches, hair falling back now. Then sliding his thumb in your pussy too, filling you up completely, making you scream out as you cum again, endlessly falling into him, blinking black and glittery stars now.

“Love it, love it.” He grips both your wrists, pinning them behind your back now, leaning you up on your knees as he takes you, his free hand reaching around, sliding two fingers in your tight entrance, as he rocks his cock all the way in your ass. “Oh my God!”

“Can you squirt again for me, huh Princess?” He whispers, and you look at him, at his eyes mirroring your own desire, and you just whine. His cheeks are flushed as he bucks his hips up, making you burn so damn good, as his fingers hit that spot, and he’s got complete control of you.

“I’ll… try… Daddy I’ll try!” You manage to speak, broken little sighs of pleasure, and he’s kissing you now, releasing your wrists, using a hand to slam your hips down, and he’s got you so full you’re getting wrecked. You kiss him back, as your hand goes back to your clit, then you’re getting filled by both your fingers in your pussy, as he fucks your ass harder and harder.

“That’s it, I feel her… let go.” He orders softly, then you’re squirting again, this time moreso, until it’s sprayed all over your thighs, his thighs, the fucking bed, and he’s so entranced, as he sucks it off his fingers, as he now lifts you up, slamming you down on his ass again. “Fuck… close… you’re so tight oh my-”

“Ngh… Sugu!” You can’t manage words anymore, and when he pushes you back forward, onto your tummy, and he’s stroking inside your ass more, you’re writhing under him, cunt a sticky mess.

“Said I’d make you pregnant. This won’t do.” He huffs now.

“Cum in my pussy next time.” You tease, breathy, and then he’s smiling against your neck, as he begins to pulse in your ass, and you feel every fucking bit of it, his hot sticky cum, and it sends you again, until you’re both sticky, hot messes. You’re filled with his cum, so deep, as he finally eases out, making you sore as fuck, spent. “Oh my god… what was that!?”

“Anal.” He answers simply, as he collapses, pulling you with him as you giggle in his arms. “Amazing as fuck. Holy shit. You took all of it.” He muses, caressing your overheated cheek.

“We have been playing for months, I think I was a bit afraid.” You snuggle up, as the odd sensation of his cum in your ass hits, and you’re a blushing mess.

“Sex is amazing in any way with you, fiance.” He murmurs, kissing you deeply, with his full lips, drinking in your happy sighs.

“I’m so glad you were my first, my only lover, Suguru Geto. I picked so damn good on those plane seats.” He grins, so pretty in the night, and you’re on him now, straddling as he grabs your ass cheeks, studying you intently.

“The ‘last virgin in Japan’.” He teases, you playfully smack at him, only to feel him harden against your tummy.

“You’re such a tease. You were then!”

“You’re too pretty when you’re being teased. I’m also glad you chose me, I’m so glad you’re with me, and now… forever.” He’s holding up your hand, looking at the rind in the night.

“Forever, Suguru. Now… you need to actually put a baby in me.” You reach down, and his eyes roll back as you stroke him. “I need a lot of cum, Daddy Sugu.”

“You’re such a brat, I’ll give you so much you won’t walk tomorrow.” He’s shoving his cock up in your cunt now, and you’re in for quite a damn night, aren’t you?

With your Fiance.

Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/150980314

Chapter 14: Final