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"Yours truly: a special grade valentine with a special grade D" //

🔞 NSFW CONTENT MDNI 🔞 💥 Title: Yours truly: a special grade valentine with a special grade D💥 Word Count: 9.1k 💥 Synopsis: A cozy Valentine’s getaway with Suguru Geto turns into a full-body workout you didn’t sign up for—all thanks to one very smug special-grade sorcerer who has zero chill and a mission to ruin you. Between teasing, overstimulation, and the kind of fireworks that leave you questioning your life choices, this night will definitely go down in history (and so will you—literally). 💥 Contains:→ Fem!reader x Geto Suguru → Smut | PWP | Filthy Filthy Smut → Free Use Kink (Consensual) → Teasing & Edging → Size Kink | Choking | Degradation-Praise Mix → Overstimulation | Biting & Marking → Multiple Orgasms | Rough Sex → Suguru Being a Menace™ → You Won’t Be Walking Tomorrow™ 💥 Read on AO3! 💥 Reblog & Follow for More Degeneracy!

dividers by: @/cafekitsune fic by: @dijayeah

In the heart of Niigata, as the city basked in the crisp air of mid-February, you and Suguru found warmth in a cozy café near the still waters of the Shinano River. The café, with its soft lighting and inviting aroma of coffee and freshly baked sweets, was a quiet refuge from the cold outside—a perfect place to steal a moment away from the world on Valentine's Day.

Settled into a corner table, you glanced outside at the river, the scenery still beautiful even without the thick December snow. Suguru, his long hair tied up into a loose half-bun, watched you more than the view, his amber eyes reflecting the golden glow of the café’s lights. He seemed content just to sit there with you, soaking in the atmosphere.

"I still don’t understand why Niigata of all places," you mused, exhaling softly against the window and drawing a small shape in the fogged-up glass. "I mean, it’s a beautiful city, but when you said you had a surprise, I didn’t expect… well, this."

Suguru chuckled, his gaze shifting from the window to you. "Think of it as a getaway, just for the two of us," he said, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "Niigata is underrated, but it has so much to offer. I wanted somewhere we could escape to, without the crowds, without any distractions. Just us."

Your heart gave a little flutter at that. You knew how rare it was for Suguru to take time away from everything, so the fact that he planned something this thoughtful made warmth spread through your chest, despite the winter chill lingering outside.

Before you could respond, your drinks arrived—a fragrant matcha latte for you and a strong black Americano for Suguru, paired with an assortment of seasonal pastries decorated with fresh strawberries, Niigata’s famous specialty. The vibrant red of the fruit against the soft pastel tones of the cakes made for a picturesque spread, fitting for the holiday.

Suguru wrapped his hands around his cup, relishing its warmth. "Now, where were we? Ah, right—the surprise factor of our little trip. You said you didn’t expect this, but that’s kind of the point. I wanted something different from the usual Valentine’s plans. Niigata is known for its strawberries, sure, but also for its winter festivals, hot springs, and—"

"Let me guess," you interrupted playfully, picking up a strawberry and popping it into your mouth. "You booked a place with a view?"

Suguru’s lips curled into a smile, his amusement obvious. "You know me too well. A cabin near Lake Nojiri, with a perfect view of the sunset." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into that smooth, knowing tone. "Romantic, isn’t it?"

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you took a sip of your latte. "You really thought this through, huh?"

"Of course I did," he replied, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted this to be memorable, and after doing my research, Niigata seemed like the perfect place. Peaceful, beautiful, and perfect for spending time with you."

His words sent a pleasant warmth through you, something sweeter than the pastries on the table. There was something about the way Suguru loved—quiet but thoughtful, intentional yet effortless. He wasn’t one for grand, flashy gestures, but moments like this, the little things, always spoke louder than anything else.

You glanced at the clock and sighed contentedly. "Alright, fine. You win. But I’m definitely going to be a passenger princess again, because there’s no way you woke me up at 4 AM just to make me drive part of the way here."

Suguru laughed, the sound deep and warm, before reaching across the table to gently poke your forehead. "You’re always my passenger princess. And sorry about the early wake-up call, but I wanted us to have as much time together as possible."

You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "Alright, alright. I’ll forgive you. But only because it’s Valentine’s Day."

Suguru smirked, taking another sip of his coffee before giving your hand a squeeze. "Then let’s make the most of it."

Continuing on from your cozy café encounter, you and Suguru bundled up in your winter attire, ready to leave the warm space behind. As you stepped out, the cold February air greeted you once more, bringing in a rather sharp contrast to the café's warmth. The Shinano River, partially frozen, glinted in the morning sun, its banks lined with snow that sparkled like millions of tiny diamonds.

You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the soft crunch of snow under your feet the only sound. You slipped your arm through Suguru's as you walked, leaning slightly into his warmth as he looked down at you with a gentle smile.

"You know, now that the fog cleared up, I can understand why you wanted to come here," you mused, your breath visible in the cold air as you spoke.

Suguru leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, his eyes reflecting the serene landscape.

"This area genuinely is lovely," he agreed, continuing to gaze at you with a tender look as you walked. "Even without the winter firework festival, the scenery alone is enough to warrant a visit. The river, the snow-laden mountains, and the way the sunlight reflects off the water is nothing short of breathtaking."

After a brief walk, you reached the place where Suguru had parked his car, the vehicle looking almost out of place in the picturesque, snowy setting. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you inside before walking around to the driver's side.

As you settled in and Suguru turned on the navigation, setting up a slightly longer but scenic route toward your destination, the car's heater began to dispel the chill. He pulled out onto the road, the car's tires crunching over the freshly snow-packed street.

"The drive to Lake Nojiri should offer some beautiful views," Suguru said, glancing at you with a hint of excitement. "The mountains this time of year are something else."

You nodded, your eyes on the passing scenery as you slowly left the city. "I can't wait. Though, I'm equally excited about the cabin. A view of the lake, you said?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "It's secluded, peaceful. Perfect for watching the sunset... and maybe the sunrise too, if we're up early enough tomorrow that is." He turned around to wink at you with a smug smile. "And if we're not," he added a moment later, his voice becoming slightly more playful, "I have other plans for the early morning hours that you should definitely look forward to."

"I’m afraid I have too well of an idea of what other plans you might have in mind." You rolled your eyes, then laughed softly, your cheekbones slightly tinted in red as you connected your phone to the car’s audio system, putting on some music for the background noise.

Suguru chuckled as you put on some music to seemingly distract him, a hint of flirtatious playfulness coming through the gentle smile he usually wore and the playful banter that was the norm for your relationship. "Of course you do," he teased, turning back to the road, "I'm not subtle at all with you," he then added, his cinnamon-colored eyes glancing at you, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, yes, a sugar daddy needs his sugar with a holiday tax on top." You teased back, humming along to the lyrics absentmindedly.

"Oooh, a cheeky one today, aren’t you?" The sorcerer said, shaking his head in humor as if you weren’t adorable and completely justified in your sass. "Well, I guess to some extent I am just spoiling you, as always. A scenic car drive, a private cabin, a romantic getaway for Valentine’s Day? What more can a girl want?"

"A dick, usually." You jested, winking at your boyfriend.

Suguru snorted in amusement and couldn't help but grin as you went there with the reply. "Well, guess what you're getting too," he said, looking at you with a sly, amused expression and a slight edge of teasing in his tone. "Should I pack it in a box for you like a present on my crotch?"

"Oh, absolutely you should, I like my gifts wrapped nicely." You emphasized as you put on ‘The Dick In A Box’ by The Lonely Island with a few taps on your phone.

The special-grade sorcerer immediately burst out laughing at your request and your choice of song, smiling widely as he looked over to you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, enjoying your wit and humor. "Perfect song choice. That said, I'll make sure it's the very prettiest wrapping paper for you," he replied, then snickered again at your exchange and the casual use of puns, his eyes on the road as the car continued its journey to the cabin. "I have to show off my brilliant wrapping skills after all. Would you like a red bow on top?"

"Can’t say no to such a brilliant suggestion." You hummed, your eyes teary from laughing a little too much as the song played in the background, low enough for you to be able to have an intimate conversation.

Once the initial burst of laughter subsided, Suguru's face once again became more playful and flirtatious, his eyes on you as he leaned over and whispered against your ear briefly. "I have to warn you though, the contents of that wrapping will be explosive..."

"Well then, I hope the explosion will be hard enough." You countered, your index finger trailing the sharp line of his jaw, a coy smirk on your glossed lips as you batted your lashes at him.

The raven-haired man couldn't help but grin at your reply, his eyes flashing with a hint of playfulness and something dark as his focus shifted to the road again, steering the car down the winding road and bringing you closer to your temporary new home away from Tokyo. "Just so you know," he added, placing his warm hand on your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh that was covered in fleece-lined tights, "that explosion is only getting bigger and stronger... so prepare yourself properly, there will be some fireworks to catch at the end too."

Your eyes danced with pure amusement as you felt Suguru's warm hand sliding up your thigh, his words sending a familiar thrill of anticipation through you. You leaned closer, your voice a rasp against your boyfriend’s ear. "Well then, I guess it's a good thing I'm with a special-grade sorcerer who's also an expert in pyrotechnics. I always did have a thing for men who know their way around fireworks. Makes for quite the dazzling display." Your smirk deepened as you playfully added, "Just be sure to handle those explosives with care, we wouldn't want any premature ignitions."

"Indeed we wouldn't," Suguru responded, his voice deep and laced with husky, seductive undertones. "Those sparks are reserved for the grand finale. And you'll see, once we're back at the cabin tonight after our final outing, I've saved the biggest and most spectacular firework display just for you. It's a show that might require some effort to reach its climax, but trust me, every bit of that effort will be worth it."

You snorted at the not-so-subtle innuendo, shaking your head as you chose to let that one slide, your eyes shifting towards the scenery outside of your window on the passenger’s side.

After that, you drove in a comfortable silence, occasionally pointing out a particularly beautiful tree or a distant mountain peak to Suguru. The landscape of Niigata prefecture unfolded before you, a tapestry of snow, trees, and the occasional farmhouse or small village.

As the road became more narrow in the mountains, the scenery became even more dramatic. The trees were heavier with snow here, the air much crisper. Suguru occasionally reached over to squeeze your hand or thigh with his large warm hand whenever he didn’t need it on the wheel or the transmission.

Upon your arrival, the cabin, obscured by the weight of winter, stood as a lone sentinel against the biting chill, its wooden facade dusted with a soft, white powder like confectioner's sugar on a holiday treat. It didn’t take long before Suguru parked the car in the designated area, close to the small house next to the lake, surrounded by a mountain range.

As you walked in, you swiftly unlocked the door after finding the key based on the host’s instructions, and Suguru carried your things from the back trunk of the car inside the cabin. The interior greeted you with remnants of bygone warmth, an echo of embers in the hearth, and a lingering scent of woodsmoke that told you it wasn’t that long since someone had last occupied this place.

The few rooms inside the cozy space were quaint, a tapestry of timber and Japanese tradition with a modern twist, where each creak of the floorboard told tales of countless winters past. The view from the windows was a masterpiece painted in snow and silence; the lake, now a glassy canvas, reflected the somber dance of a few snowflakes descending from an afternoon clear sky. The mountains, austere in their winter garb, rose like ancient deities, their peaks lost to the low-hanging clouds.

In the heart of this frostbitten idyll, you and Suguru discovered a tranquility that the city of Tokyo could never afford. As you walked around, getting familiar with the place, Suguru was quick to suggest making a bonfire outside. "We should set up a bonfire, it would be a shame not to," he mused, his words a breath in the crisp air.

You joined him as you stepped out onto the back porch, where the world seemed to pause, the hush of the wind a gentle whisper to your ears as you stood close to him. “And a fireplace inside.” You noted as a matter-of-factly. “Oh, is that a hot tub?” You pointed at the round tub that had a protective layer of dark fabric above the water.

“Indeed, perhaps something we can do tomorrow, to ease sore muscles.” He winked at you as you all but scoffed at him in return, bumping his side with your hip in amusement. “Let’s go collect something to get that fire going, or else I’ll turn into an icicle.”

Together, you gathered wood that was already available in the small shack next to the cabin and gently set up the fire, though not without a little bit of a struggle. “Fucking hell, I wish I had the ability to light this up instantly.” You groaned then scoffed in distaste at your attempt when it came to lighting up a fire, your eyes narrowing at the dry logs of wood.

Suguru chuckled next to you by the fireplace, the match struck once, twice, the flame took, and soon a fire was born, crackling with life and warmth. “Well, you were the one who insisted on trying to light up the fire inside the cabin,” he reminded you in a teasing tone.

“I wasn’t that bad.”

“Right, keep telling yourself that.” He snickered as he walked back out on the porch, working on setting up the bonfire before he heard you rustling around in the kitchen back in the cabin, most likely preparing a small plate of snacks and drinks given that you made a brief visit to Lawson’s on your way here.

From where he was standing, the tall dark-haired man observed the small clearing that opened to the vast, frozen canvas of Lake Nojiri. It was here, in the late afternoon as the sun began its descent behind the snow-capped mountains, that you and Suguru ventured to set up your own little sanctuary of warmth amidst the cold.

The orange and pink gradients of the sky cast a dreamlike quality over the scene, promising a sunset that would linger in your memories, making this holiday retreat all the more special.

"Don't you think it's a bit cliché?" you teased, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth as you stepped back into the snow-covered porch area, your eyes twinkling with mirth at the sight of Suguru arranging the logs. "Two lovers, alone in the wilderness, starting a fire as the sun sets?"

Suguru flashed you a playful grin, not looking up from his task. "Cliché? Maybe. But tell me you don't love it," he said, his voice as warm as the fire he was about to kindle.

With the wood carefully stacked, he struck a match, and the small flame seemed to hold its breath against the encroaching shadows of the evening. "Besides," he said, nurturing the fledgling fire, "how else will we toast our marshmallows?"

Your laughter joined the symphony of crackles and pops from the fire. "We're in Japan, Suguru. Marshmallows aren't exactly traditional," you said with a dramatic flourish, settling into a chair beside the growing bonfire and brushing away the dusting of snow with the back of your manicured hand.

He accepted the mug of hot chocolate you offered with a gentle chuckle. "For you, I'd import a mountain of marshmallows, even if they’re commonplace around here," Suguru joked, taking a warm sip. "But for something like that… we’d have to keep it a secret from Satoru because you know he’d insist on turning our solitary retreat into a glamping adventure—and of course, he'd bring company for a double date," he continued, a mock sigh escaping him at the thought of their peaceful duet becoming a quartet with his loud best friend around. "Though, this hot chocolate," he gestured with his mug, "is indeed the perfect companion for a day like this."

The fire, now roaring with life, cast a welcoming radius of light and heat. As the sun began its majestic descent behind the distant mountains, the colors of the sky deepened, creating a backdrop of such beauty it could've been lifted from the canvas of a master painter. The two of you sat side by side, your silhouettes etched against the fiery performance of the twilight sky, while the peaceful lake before you reflected the spectacle in its icy surface.

In the comfort of the fire's glow, with the taste of sweet chocolate on your lips and the serene view before you, you found an enchanting peace, a shared solitude that only deepened as the stars began to dot the heavens above, the first sign of the moon showing too despite the sky being far from dark.

The raven-haired man held your smaller hand in his, a comfortable silence settled between you as his thumb brushed the top of your hand absentmindedly, a heavy blanket draped over your lap. The fire reflected in both of your eyes as he slowly tugged you towards him, his other hand falling over to cradle your delicate face, his hand near swallowing the side of your face as he smiled down at you, looking at your face covered in a pink hue no doubt from the cold. “You know that I love you, right?” he husked out, tone smooth and low.

“Mhm,” you smiled at him, a soft and intimate gesture only meant for Suguru. “I love you too, baby.”

The long-haired sorcerer chuckled softly, a quiet content in his voice as he took in your words. "I know," he murmured, letting his long fingers trail down to your chin, tipping your head upward so that your faces were closer. His thumb ran over your lips, parting them slowly as the edge of his thumb grazed your tongue, his gaze meeting yours from a few inches away. "But just to add… I love you more than you’ll ever know," he rasped, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a gentle yet intimate kiss, the warmth of the bonfire and the scent of burnt cedar and pine mixing together with your breath.

Your mind fogged as your lips connected, thoughts of the early evening washing away and being replaced by a warm surge of emotions and sensations as you closed your eyes and gave yourself over to the kiss. His hand cupping your chin and his thumb stroking the underside of your jaw only added to the pull he had on you, making you lean into him, slowly shifting onto his lap from your chair. Your body pressed against his, your hands running over thick strands of hair and down to his chest, slipping beneath the coat draped over his shoulders.

Suguru groaned against your mouth, biting down lightly on your bottom lip before gently gripping your throat in warning. His dark eyes sought yours as he growled out, “You know you're tempting me now." He pulled you into another demanding kiss, letting out a low grunt against your lips, his hands moving down to your lower back, one hand brushing over your hip, his teeth lightly scraping your lip as he leaned you against his chest with a quiet moan.

A soft whimper left you at his words and the kiss he gave, your body pressing against his as your hands stroked through his soft mane and along his broad shoulders. "Good," you breathed, pressing closer to him and enjoying the warmth of his body. "I wouldn’t want it any other way." You murmured against his neck, tugging at the neckline of his sweater, your lips trailing along his pulse point as you felt him harden beneath you.

His fingers tightened around your waist as you rocked against him, his breath hitching at the sensation. One of your hands drifted down, fingers tracing the waistband of his dark trousers as you reveled in the heat building between you both. A rasped chuckle left you when you felt the familiar throbbing against your thigh, your hips rolling instinctively as the heavy blanket pooled onto the ground beside you.

“Fuck—” Suguru moaned low, one hand weaving into your hair, tugging your head back until you arched into him. “We still have plans tonight, princess, can’t take you just yet.” His self-control was fraying, barely hanging on. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you… we still have time.”

“That’s cruel,” you whispered, your body shifting again as you pouted up at him, held firmly in his grasp.

“I never said I liked being gentle,” he husked, amber eyes flicking between your lips and your hooded gaze, the rise and fall of your breathing making your body press against him just right. His voice dipped lower, laced with teasing dominance. “You know damn well that I love hearing you beg.” His fingers traced up your side deliberately slow, sending another shiver through you. “Besides, you’re one to talk. You had me worked up the entire drive here.”

“Suguru—” Your voice came out breathless, filled with a deep sense of need as he kept you close, his hold possessive yet reverent.

“Inside the cabin. Now.” His eyes darkened as the bonfire’s flickering glow cast shadows across his sharp features. He let go of your hair, the slight sting at the back of your scalp fading into something more heated. “I’ll give you a taste since you’ve been so desperate for me today.”

He grabbed your wrist, guiding you swiftly inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Coats were discarded, landing somewhere near the chair as he wasted no time pressing you against the nearest counter. One large hand gripped your thigh as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "What do you say you be a good girl and let me do whatever I want with you? A little free use sounds good right about now."

A shudder ran through you at his words. "Y-yes, please," you gasped, your skin pebbling with anticipation as his fingers traced up your thigh.

Suguru hummed in satisfaction at your response, pushing your skirt up to your hips. His blunt fingernails caught the hem of your fleece tights, tugging them down just enough to expose what he wanted. His long fingers dragged through your clothed slit, and you bucked against his hand, cheek pressed to the cold counter with a quiet sob of pleasure.

“Pretty panties today,” he mused, amusement threading his tone as he ran a finger over the damp fabric. "And very tight ones, too." His voice grew huskier as the heat radiating from between your thighs had his own restraint slipping fast. “Already dripping for me…” His breath came shorter as he pushed your underwear aside, sliding two fingers inside of you in one smooth motion. “Shameless, aren’t you?”

Your body tensed around his fingers, a sharp cry escaping you as the sensation overtook your senses. “Mmm… Suguru—” you whimpered, his touch sending shockwaves through you, leaving you breathless.

“Stop acting so needy, princess,” he chuckled darkly, his fingers setting a slow, lazy rhythm, dragging pleasure through every motion. His other hand smoothed over the curve of your ass before giving it a light slap, making you jolt. “Patience.”

At that, your hips bucked into his hand, straining against his wrist, knees slightly shaky as you rocked on your toes to keep your position against the counter.

Suguru’s eyes were glued to you, watching as you writhed with barely contained need. One hand moved to grip your hip firmly, keeping you in place, while his other hand worked steadily, teasingly slow. "That's it…" he groaned low, listening to your whimpers and gasps, your hands curling around the edge of the stone surface as you strained against your own pleasure. "Keep whining for me like the good girl you are, and I might consider speeding up."

"Suguru, please, wanna come, please—"

He smirked at your pleading, cheeks flushed, breathing shaky. "Begging, are you?" His voice was low, hoarse from your desperation. He gave you another small but playful slap on your now-reddening rear. "What am I going to do with you?" He clicked his tongue before chuckling in amusement, pulling his fingers out swiftly. He made sure you were watching over your shoulder before bringing them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.

His hands then moved to the front of his dark pants as he quickly unzipped them, dropping them down to his thighs alongside his boxers. He gave himself a few shallow strokes, his length heavy in his grasp.

"Don’t worry, I’ll give you a taste of something better."

Your throat tightened at his words, his body thrumming with anticipation as he watched you, eyes half-lidded with need. He caught your attention with more shallow strokes along his length, the soft tip teasing your slit as you squirmed and groaned in response. "Ready for me?" His breath was hot against the back of your neck as he pushed in with one swift roll of his hips, hissing at the feeling as he bottomed out inside of you.

"Suguru—" You sobbed out his name, your hips pressing into the counter as you stood on tiptoe to meet his thrusts.

He set a harsh pace immediately, both of you moaning as he reached to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back, arching you even more. The action tilted your body at a perfect angle, making you feel every inch of him as he thrust deeper. His other hand moved to cup your face, fingers briefly squishing your cheeks before sliding through your hair. With a swift tug, he pulled your head back, exposing your neck.

His voice dropped into something dark and possessive, "All for my pleasure, baby. Not letting you cum till later tonight—that’s what free use means."

Then, abruptly, he pulled out, stepping back as if nothing had happened, snapping your silk panties back into place. "Behave, and maybe you’ll get that dick all wrapped up nicely after the fireworks show." His words were a teasing command against your neck before he placed a soft kiss on your heated skin, moving away.

You whined at the loss, teary eyes giving him a soft glare as you pulled on your tights. "Fine," you muttered, straightening your skirt.

As the sorcerer parked their sleek black vehicle alongside countless others in the snowy parking lot, he stepped out before walking around and opening the door for you. Your hand wrapped around his forearm with familiar ease.

“Oh, I didn’t expect it to be this big out here. They went all out, huh?” you noted, eyes scanning the number of people in the area. Suguru nodded wordlessly, his gaze flickering to the large sign standing at the very front of the event area, stating, ‘Echigotsumari Art Field + Fireworks in the Snow, Winter 2025.’ Beneath the bold letters, in smaller print, it read, ‘Fireworks color ethereal flower fields of light on a snowy night.’

He guided you through the central area where the main art exposition on the snow was happening. It almost felt like stepping into another world, a vast, open field draped in white and bathed in the soft glow of intricate lights. As the dark sky greeted you both, the first hints of the event’s magic began to flicker to life. Lights in every imaginable hue shimmered, casting the field in a celestial glow as though a piece of the starry sky had descended to earth. Laughter and murmured voices filled the air, a prelude to the night’s main festivities.

“Mmm…” Suguru murmured after a moment, his voice laced with quiet awe as he took in the mesmerizing sight. As you both stepped closer, the colors shifted, painting the snow in breathtaking hues. He tightened his grip on your hand, his attention torn between the scene before him and the feel of you beside him.

“Wow, so pretty,” you breathed, eyes wide as they reflected the flickering lights. Suguru chuckled at your reaction, amusement tugging at his lips before he reached up, ruffling your hair playfully.

“You always get that look when you see something beautiful.”

“And what of it?” you teased, leaning into his touch.

“Nothing,” he said smoothly, the warmth in his voice enough to melt through the winter chill. “Just an observation.”

Along the edge of the glowing field, the scent of warm food and spices mingled with the crisp winter air. Vendors had set up their stalls, offering some of Niigata’s favorite seasonal delicacies. The sizzle of takoyaki turning golden, the rich steam from hot bowls of ramen, and the sugary aroma of freshly made taiyaki filled the space, promising comfort for those braving the cold.

Suguru’s eyes scanned the vibrant scene, but ultimately, they returned to you. His thumb traced a slow, absentminded circle on the back of your hand, his gaze softening as he took in the way you looked around in quiet reverence. The distant chatter of the festival faded into a low hum around you both, a comfortable quiet settling between you.

Then, in a swift but tender movement, he pressed a kiss to your temple, his thumb now smoothing between your knuckles. “You wanna get some food?” he asked, his voice a quiet rumble in the cold night air.

Your eyes brightened at the suggestion, a small bounce of excitement in your step as you grinned. “Ramen, if they have some,” you said eagerly, your tone light as you reached for his hand again, this time guiding it around your waist. “Let’s find a spot where the lines aren’t too long,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

Suguru chuckled, the sound warm and low as he allowed himself to be pulled along. “Very well,” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing along your hip. “Ramen it is.”

The climax of the night was heralded by the first rocket that soared into the blanketed abyss above, bursting into a cascade of sparks. Fireworks, in a symphony of color and sound, danced across the star-littered skies, each explosion a painter's stroke on the canvas of the night. Countless figures stood shoulder to shoulder, heads tilted back, eyes reflecting the splendor above.

The loud pop of the fireworks and the bright lights that followed made Suguru’s heart race. His gaze was quickly drawn away from the colorful display and back to you, watching as your eyes shimmered in the darkness, your features illuminated by the bursts of light. The awe-struck expression on your face, the way your lips parted slightly as you took in the sight—it was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

“Beautiful,” he murmured into your ear, his voice a low rasp.

“The fireworks?” you teased, giggling softly at his sudden shift in attention. You turned to him, your lips curling into a small smile as you awaited his answer. Suguru, for his part, smiled back at you, though what he really wanted was to pull you in close and kiss you deeply.

“Those too,” he hummed against your cheek, his tall frame towering over you. Without another word, he wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand trailing up to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently along your jaw. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled you toward him, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and intense.

Suguru had a way of turning a simple kiss into something deep and consuming. His grip on your hips tightened, anchoring you against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue darted against yours, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the chill in the air. The crackling of fireworks above was nearly drowned out by the thudding of his heart, by the quiet moan you breathed against his lips as he pulled you impossibly closer.

His hand slid lower, grazing the curve of your waist as he smirked into the kiss before eventually releasing you. “This firework display won’t be the only one you see tonight,” he teased, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before shifting his gaze back to the sky.

You caught your breath, still slightly dazed from the kiss, your fingers lightly touching your lips as you turned back to the fireworks. “I definitely haven’t forgotten,” you teased back, your voice soft and slightly breathless. A warm sensation lingered where his lips had been. “Thank you for bringing me here, Suguru.”

His grip on your hand tightened briefly, a rare but sincere expression of emotion flashing in his amber eyes. “Always,” he murmured, his deep voice nearly lost beneath the next explosion of color in the sky.

They were kissing and giggling once more by the time they stumbled back inside the cabin they had left earlier, with Suguru trying to take off his heavy coat as your cold hands gripped his cheeks, bringing him to lean in for another brief kiss as he obliged for the hundredth time. The two of you were drunk on… love, quite literally (and maybe you had some hot cider at the festival, but that was beside the point).

“We really had a nice evening out,” Suguru mumbled softly as he took off his coat, shaking the fresh snowflakes off and hanging it up on the hallway wall before taking yours too. His attention turned to you, noting the beautiful glow on your cheeks, whether from the cold or from all of the kissing in the last five minutes. Suguru leaned in for another cheeky kiss, his hands moving gently down to the curve of your waist, pulling you tightly into his frame once again. “Now, I hope you will allow your favorite pyrotechnician to make some preparations to get the holiday celebrations in full swing. I believe… a blanket next to the fireplace should be reserved as a VIP spot for you, so follow my instructions, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you giggled and nodded as you leaned against the dark-haired man's body, your arms wrapping around his for a brief hug before you moved to shrug off your heeled boots, exchanging them for a pair of slippers. “Are pillows allowed, or is that an extra holiday tax?”

“I am feeling generous tonight, so pillows are included in the holiday experience package,” Suguru grinned back at you, watching as you took off your shoes, following right behind you. “Now, you must be cold, so go and sit by the fireplace. As I said, I have more preparations that need to be made for tonight.” He gave you a gentle pat on the ass as he sent you off toward the open space living room and disappeared upstairs into the bathroom.

Around twenty minutes later, the sorcerer emerged from the bathroom with a fluffy robe around his broad shoulders, his dark hair pinned above his head with a small pin. He had taken the time to wash his face, the faint scent of mint still lingering on his breath as he made his way over to the fireplace, where you were now comfortably curled up with a bunch of pillows and two thick fluffy blankets brought from home.

You rested half of your body sideways on your elbow, feet tucked beneath you as you leaned against the back cushion, a short silk robe stretching across your curves as you offered him a glass of champagne, a strawberry swirling inside the liquid. You sat down then to face him better, taking a sip from your own glass.

Suguru chuckled and took the extra glass from you, holding it close to his body until he sat down beside you. He was more than intrigued by the way you looked right now, your eyes glinting in the firelight, your long silky hair falling over your frame like a curtain. He took a few sips of the alcohol, letting the sweetness wash down the lump in his throat before he turned toward you, a playful smirk on his lips as his gaze flicked down to the robe you were wearing. The sorcerer then brought his free hand to the top of your silk robe and gently tugged on it, waiting until you glanced up at him as the silk slid down your shoulder.

“These can wait till after we are done,” he murmured, taking your glass away too and putting them on the coffee table nearby. “The show’s more important after all.” He pushed you down onto the pillows and blankets beneath you. The light from the fireplace provided a sensual and intimate atmosphere between you both.

Suguru’s hand trailed lower as he slowly opened your robe just enough to let one of his hands trace the valley of your breasts, eyes darkening at the silk and lace bra you wore underneath. “Someone’s feeling festive, huh?” The dark-haired man’s face was close to yours as he slowly pulled the robe further away from your body, the robe covering you only in part now. His hand moved over your curves as your breath caught in your throat, your heart racing from the feeling of his warmth on your skin.

“Suguru…” you breathed out his name.

The sorcerer’s breath danced with your accelerated heartbeat, the heat rising even more as he traced your curves with his fingers and traced the outline of your bra, his hand grazing the silk as he felt a small thrill of anticipation. His mouth was close to yours, his tongue darting toward your lower lip, his hand sliding underneath your bra now to finally grab your breast and brush your nipple with the back of his thumb.

“Ready for your final gift tonight?” He pinched the nipple between his thumb and index finger as you threw your head back, then nodded wordlessly.

Suguru shrugged off his fluffy black robe. He was wearing nothing underneath—well, apart from a nicely wrapped gift box right on his dick.

“I can’t believe you actually took that seriously.” You groaned and then laughed at the sight that somehow made you even more aroused.

“Told you I’d show you my wrapping skills.” He smirked at you. “Now, how about you unwrap your gift, hm? He’s been rather excited to see you, given what we were doing right before we went out for the festival.”

Suguru then chuckled as he watched you giggle at his dumb joke. He was quite pleased he got to pull it off so successfully, though he felt even more pleased by the look on your face.

He was getting a feeling that you were going to enjoy his little idea, inspired by your silly song choice in the car today. “Now, how about you give me a little show first? Show me what you can do with your hands or that pretty mouth of yours, little miss, I’m all eyes.”

“Aww, how is it always on me to entertain?” you groaned in mock fashion, letting your hands brush across the sorcerer’s bare chest, your hand trailing lower to his groin as you slowly removed the box, trying not to laugh before brushing your fingernails along the thick vein of his cock.

“I’m afraid no fireworks can be launched without a little bit of preparation.” He groaned softly as you brushed your fingertips along his length. You knew exactly what you were doing, and it was working wonders. Your touch was smooth and delicate, and it was enough to make his blood rush through his veins as his body reacted to your every move, his cock twitching in your hand as you gripped him tightly at the base now.

You couldn’t help your laughter, a deep chortle rumbling from your throat. It was quite a funny sight, having the special-grade sorcerer of all people be your gift, but you quickly found it to be a turn-on too. “Alright, I guess I’ll lend you some support.” You hummed, sliding down on your knees as your lips wrapped around the tip.

Suguru closed his eyes, his head falling back as he let out a long moan, his damp long hair slipping free from the pin that held it together, cascading over his back and shoulders. His body quivered as he took in the sight of you on your knees, working him over with eager lips and a talented tongue. His large hand gripped the back of your head, guiding you to take him all the way down just as he knew you could, your nose brushing against the soft trail of dark-trimmed hair at his crotch.

“Now, that’s more like it,” Suguru growled, his voice thick with desire as his body responded to the sensation. His fingers dug into your hair as your mouth and tongue worked their magic. “No wonder you’re my free use slut,” he groaned, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched your fierce, half-lidded eyes look up at him, long lashes casting delicate shadows against your flushed cheeks.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” he bit his bottom lip, the taste of iron lingering on his tongue as he bucked his hips into your wet heat, his movements slow but deliberate as he began thrusting into your mouth.

You moaned at his reaction, using his heavy breathing as a guide while your swollen lips and tongue swirled and slid over him. Every now and then, you flicked your eyes up to make sure he was enjoying the view, his chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths. Minutes passed, both of you losing track of time, moving in sync. His grip on the back of your head tightened, his thighs tensing, his breath hitching as you reached down and gently squeezed his balls.

Suguru’s body shuddered, the tension in his stomach coiling tighter, his muscles trembling as he neared the edge. You felt it—his body strung taut, teetering between restraint and release. But you were toying with him, teasing, bringing him close but never letting him fall over. You smirked up at him, enjoying his struggle.

A low, frustrated growl left him as he suddenly pulled you away, his hands gripping your shoulders as he pushed you down onto the pillows. His body hovered over yours, his knees nudging your legs apart. “Think you’re such a tease?” he murmured darkly, eyes burning into yours. “Oh, I’m gonna make a firework show of your insides.”

“With your firework stick?” you teased, smirking.

His response was swift—a sharp slap against your clothed pussy, making your eyes widen as your body jolted.

“Yes, my firework stick,” he groaned, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. His gaze darkened as his hand drifted down your inner thigh, teasing but not yet giving you what you wanted. You writhed beneath him, anticipation building as he slid his fingers along your slit, pushing your panties aside. Your breath hitched, body trembling at his touch.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his voice husky as he pushed two fingers deep inside you. Your breath caught in your throat, your back arching as your nails dug into his arms. “Want that firework stick now?”

“You’re teasing me again, Suguru,” you sighed, chest rising and falling with sharp, shallow breaths. “It’s not fair.”

He smirked, his thumb circling your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Please what?” he murmured, one arm pinning your wrists above your head, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“Suguru, I want your cock—” you gasped, your words breaking into little sobs of pleasure as he continued to toy with you.

The sorcerer hummed, his free hand moving to grip himself, rubbing the tip along your soaked folds. “Like this? Does my little slut like this? Tell me,” he rasped, his voice teasing, knowing exactly what he was doing. Your teary eyes widened as your thighs trembled, instinctively seeking more contact. “God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his breath growing short as the blunt head of his cock gathered more of your arousal, slicking himself up.

“A-ah, inside, please,” you whimpered, frustration laced in your voice, your body aching from the emptiness.

“Alright, I’ll oblige just this once since I teased you enough already,” he chuckled, releasing your wrists. His large hands gripped your thighs, pushing your legs back until your knees nearly touched your chest. The movement made your breasts jiggle, drawing a low, appreciative groan from him. Before you could catch your breath, he was inside you, stretching you open in one deep thrust.

“Mhm, don’t clench so hard, baby, or the fireworks might come early,” he moaned against your neck, his head falling forward, silky strands of black hair tickling your collarbone and cheek. You squeezed him so tightly he thought he might lose it right then, but the way your body spread open for him, folding beneath him just for his pleasure, was an image he would never forget.

“But you feel so good,” you gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders, legs trembling at the overwhelming sensation. His cock filled you perfectly, the stretch delicious, making you feel every inch of him with each slow roll of his hips.

“Shit, you’re just begging to be fucked open like that,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you pinned beneath him. “Gonna fuck open that hole of yours nice and well for me tonight—that’s what needy little whores like you get.”

You whimpered, body pliant beneath him as he started moving, his heels digging into the blanket for leverage. His thrusts were slow but deep, pulling out only halfway before slamming back in, dragging pleasure from you with every movement. Your soft thighs pressed against his abs, your ankles brushing over his shoulders.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. “Need you like this for me,” he groaned against your mouth. “All spread out and taking me all the way in like a good girl.”

His hips snapped forward sharply, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs. You cried out, back arching, nails dragging down his back as he fucked you open, his body covering yours as he took exactly what he wanted.

“Fuuuck,” you groaned, biting your lower lip as your nails dragged along his shoulders, down to his biceps that flexed with every thrust. He kept you exactly where he wanted, his pace increasing, hips slamming against yours. Your eyes rolled back, your mind emptying as a familiar sensation built within you—the ache turning into something far more intense, something dangerously pleasurable.

Suguru fell onto his forearms now, his cock stretching you in a way that made you whimper and moan, his pace relentless. Your lashes grew damp, your voice breaking into small, needy cries as his movements became rougher, deeper, hitting every spot that made you see stars.

“Close—” you choked out, and he heard you, immediately doubling down. His hips slammed into you with a force that promised you wouldn’t be walking straight for days. The sound of skin slapping filled the space, each desperate thrust accompanied by the weight of his balls smacking against you. Your walls clenched down around him, and you let out a sob, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks.

Something inside of you snapped—tight, like a string pulled too far. Your entire body twitched erratically, his name leaving your lips in a breathless chant, swallowed by his mouth as he latched onto your neck, sucking and biting until your skin was marked by him. His own restraint nearly snapped when he felt the way you pulsed around him, your tight cunt milking him, desperate to take everything he had to give.

“What a fucking wet mess you are,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Look between your legs, baby. You’re dripping for me, making a mess of my cock.” His sharp amber eyes flicked downward, watching as his length dragged out of you, slick and coated with your release. A creamy ring formed at the base, evidence of just how ruined you were for him. You could only whimper in response, too lost in the pleasure to form coherent words.

Suguru gripped one of your ankles, kissing the inside of your leg with a surprising tenderness that contrasted the merciless way he was still fucking into you, barely giving you time to recover. He slid back in, chasing his own relief now, his breath ragged.

“You’re still so fucking tight after all that,” he groaned, his voice strained. His heavy breaths matched your own as he watched the way you took him, his cock splitting you open over and over again. His pace was erratic now, his hips shaking as he leaned in, panting against your cheek. “God, I love you so much,” Suguru moaned, seconds away from unraveling.

“I love you too,” you gasped, your body trembling, thighs twitching from the overstimulation. Your fingers, which had been clawing at his shoulders, now gripped the blanket beneath you instead, trying to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to consume you whole.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly, and with one deep, desperate thrust, his entire body shuddered. His broad back arched, veins popping along his neck and arms as he let out a series of ragged, needy grunts. “Fuck—baby—milking me like this—”

You moaned hoarsely at the warmth that filled you, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you, coating your walls. He groaned low in his throat, his tongue darting out to lick a stray tear from your cheek as he savored the moment. His cock twitched inside you as he stayed buried to the hilt for a few extra seconds, basking in the sensation before finally slipping out with a grunt. His hand, which had been wrapped around your throat, loosened, leaving behind the faint imprint of his touch.

Suguru leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, sweat glistening on both of your bodies.

“Did you like the fireworks?” he rasped, a hoarse chuckle escaping him.

You nodded frantically, still dazed, your body twitching as the lingering pleasure pulsed through you. Your breath was uneven, coming in short little puffs as you gazed at him through heavy lids. “I didn’t know you had that in you,” you sighed, voice weak, barely above a whisper. The ache between your legs was proof that he had pushed you to your limit, leaving every muscle loose and spent.

“Are you going to be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, raising a brow, though his smug grin faded slightly when he saw the way you struggled to move.

“You’re gonna have to carry me for the next few days because no, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk at all,” you groaned, wincing at the slightest movement. Your hands remained clenched around the blanket, as if letting go would make the overwhelming sensation return in full force.

Suguru’s smirk faltered, concern flickering in his eyes, but you quickly shook your head, reaching out to cup his cheek. “I couldn’t possibly be more satisfied than I am right now,” you reassured him. “So stop worrying and let’s just cuddle by this goddamn fireplace.” You pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his side, allowing you to curl up beside him.

He gave you a satisfied little smile, his heart doing an embarrassing flip as he pulled a spare blanket over both of you. His long limbs wrapped around you, one arm securing you against his chest as he tucked your head beneath his chin. He kissed your forehead softly, inhaling the scent of your skin, content to simply hold you.

“If anyone should be worried, it should be me,” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone. “You’re a mess right now, and I feel no remorse whatsoever. What is this now, the third time this week I’ve ruined you?”

“And this will be the third time I’ve enjoyed it,” you countered, smiling against his chest. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer, your breaths evening out as exhaustion settled in.

“Oh shit—the champagne!” you suddenly remembered, cracking your eyes open. You glanced at the coffee table beside you, spotting the two glasses you had barely touched. The strawberries floating inside had absorbed half the alcohol, fizzing up slightly.

Suguru groaned. “You mean to tell me I did all of that and you’re still thinking about champagne?”

You giggled, nudging his side. “Well, it’s still a celebration, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, his grip on you tightening. “Yeah, yeah. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day, baby.”

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