#suguru geto x lexi

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POV: You interrupted us...

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A/N: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @ayyy-pee, for your birthday!

Controlled Chaos

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Black fem!Reader Content tags: No curses AU, Girl Dad/Husband!Suguru, fluff, suggestiveness. Summary: In which it is your birthday and Suguru is on a mission. Or two. Or ten.

As you peeled off your silk eye mask and matching satin-lined sleep cap, bright sunlight pierced your blurry vision, a stark contrast to the usual mid-November morning dreariness.

While it took you a minute to make sense of this exceptional luminosity, you could immediately attribute the sudden warmth you felt to the body that had just shifted closer on the bed behind you, to the arm encircling your waist as it pulled you closer and to the hot breath that blew into your ear as it whispered:

“Sleep well?”

Your arm instinctively reached behind you in response, sliding up across his shoulder, your thumb lightly catching the earring that occupied his gauged ear on your way up to his nape as you pulled him closer while soothingly running your nails over the base of his neck.

“Only as little as you allowed me, Suguru.”

Your husband’s signature scoff preceded his retort. “That didn’t seem to be a problem last night. Besides, don’t you think I did a solid job putting you to sleep?”

“You mean after you left me exhausted and sore? Having no other choice, yes, I did eventually knock out.”

“Well, then you’ll accept the massage I have you booked for in an hour as my apology. For the soreness, that is. I’m not sorry for anything else.”

“Really. Tell me what kind of massage parlor is open at six in the-”

It was your own words that snapped you out of your disarmed haze as you reached over your nightstand, patting for your phone for longer than necessary, only to come up empty. You lifted your head to level with your bedside clock, which would have displayed the time had it not been flipped away from your view.

You flipped over, now decidedly alert, as you put two and two together. Your eyes met Suguru’s playful look, and you could immediately tell that he was reveling in your confusion. You noticed he was fully clothed and groomed. His glossy deep black locks were neatly pulled back into his trademark half-up bun, and he wore a deep grey sweatshirt and matching color sweatpants, pockets from which he produced your elusive phone, confirming with this gesture that you’d been the victim of yet another one of his sneaky plans.

“Suguru,” you started, your tone a cautious warning. “How long did you-”

“I let you sleep in because you both needed it and deserved it. Especially today of all days. And,” he raised his arms up in mock surrender, “I know what you said, but the girls and I really need you out of the house for about two hours. Don’t worry about the details. I’ve got everything under control today. So you will go to your eleven am massage and you will enjoy it. End of story.”

Your annoyance melted away as you put the remaining pieces of the puzzle together. Suguru had said his sentence with so much conviction, his narrowed eyes fixing yours in feigned authority, but you knew him well, well enough to sense him balancing over an invisible cliff as he awaited your reply.

“You know, it is my birthday. You can’t just order me around like this,” you said, a hint of playfulness emerging in your tone.

He took his opening as soon as he saw it, quick to flip you onto your back and to straddle your hips in one swift movement, quick to bring his face down to have his lips hovering just over yours, any hint of apprehension decidedly evaporated as his pupils shone in mischief as he spoke.

“You love it when I order you around,” he uttered his final words before he closed the distance between you.

It was too late for you, by the time you recognized the timbre into which his voice had slipped as the same low, husky, and commanding tone he’d adopted last night, and countless times prior, the one that still had your stomach clenching and your blood heating even in this moment, years since you’d first heard it, years since you’d first obeyed it.

You were far gone by the time his lips released yours and trailed down your chin to that one sensitive spot between your neck and exposed shoulder and bit down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp of his name from you.

“Daddy, Daddy! Is Mommy up yet?”

Confusion bled into chaos as you [lied] frozen, attempting to reorient yourself between your husband’s onslaught and the incessant knocking of your youngest daughter on your bedroom door.

“Mommy, wake up!” This time from your eldest, as the knocking intensified, followed by the distinctive sound of the handle being yanked.

“Alright Suguru, get off!” Your voiced panic came out as a harsh whisper as you attempted to push him off of you.

He pulled away from you but remained in position and firmly held both your hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He turned towards the door as the kids yanked the handle with increased force, but the door did not budge.

“Let us iiiin!” You heard your youngest chant in a sing-song tone.

Suguru turned back to lock his twinkling violet eyes with yours and his mouth twisting into that disarming smile of his. “See? Locked. Crisis averted,” he murmured. “Give us a miiiinute,” he called out immediately after, mimicking your daughter’s tone, without missing a beat, without so much as a minute shift of his expression.

He leaned down once more, placing a tender kiss over the area he’d sunk his teeth into just a minute ago, and whispered into your ear, his voice traveling straight to your core. “Though you should freshen up and hide those marks before I let them in here,” he stated plainly.

“You are a menace,” you said, almost too unconvincingly. “Get away from me,” you pushed him off, half-heartedly, and he let you do it this time, as he let out a chuckle.

“Don’t take too long, baby,” he called as you lifted yourself off the bed and headed towards your en suite bathroom, eager to regain some semblance of control over your flustered state. “Your massage is in less than an hour.”

“If I’m late to this appointment I didn’t know I had after sleeping in because of an alarm that was turned off in sabotage, I’ll know exactly who to blame,” you said as you entered the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you, but not quick enough not to hear Suguru’s snickering.

“I swear he’s so annoying sometimes,” you thought to yourself, as you leaned against the door and took a deep breath to collect yourself from the roller-coaster of emotions you’d just gone through.

But as you heard the excitement in your children’s voices as their father opened the door asking for you, as you listened to the doting tone in which he’d successfully convinced them to patiently wait for you in the living room as you got ready, and as you tuned into the silly idle conversation the three of them had seamlessly slipped into, you remembered the gradual shift along the years whereby annoying became tolerable.

After a quick shower and an express version of your usual skincare routine, you were delighted to join a rather calm family. Almost too calm. When you crouched down and greeted both of your daughters with a hug, they returned it politely before re-assuming their positions on the sofa, bringing their attention back to the show they were watching.

Suguru came up behind you just as you rose back up, brushing one hand over your waist, handing you an energy bar with the other.

“Sorry you won’t have time for a full breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. You better make it up to me,” you said just as his phone buzzed. You took a bite from your bar and watched out of the corner of your eye as he frowned slightly at the notification, typing a hasty reply before shoving his phone into his pocket.

“I will,” he finally replied, his gaze returning, his vulpine smile returned, almost making you doubt it had ever wavered. “I’ll make it up to you at lunch.”

“Oh, I better be on my way, then.”

You scarfed the second half of your bar and began gathering your things. You grabbed your bag, and he handed you your keys; you slipped into your shoes as he positioned himself behind you, holding up your light jacket to help you wear it. You engaged in an effortless choreography that reflected your years of coexistence.

“Girls, I’ll see you later!” you called out.

“See you!” they called back in unison.

You walked out to your car, and he followed you out, waiting until you were seated before bending down to give you a light peck on the forehead.

“Enjoy your massage,” he said before pulling away.

“Thank you,” you replied, and he gently shut the door. You hesitated before pushing down the window. “Hey, you have nothing to make up for, by the way. You know I was joking. I really appreciate all this.”

“Yeah, you better,” he said with a playful wink, to which you responded by rolling your eyes.

You did genuinely mean it when you voiced your appreciation. But it wasn’t until you were lying on the massage table breathing the calming aroma of lavender oil as the masseuse targeted tension areas you didn’t even know you had that you finally basked in absolute gratitude.

Your two-hour session felt more like twenty minutes, and you couldn’t quite tell whether you’d fallen asleep and for how long. You were still in a blissful daze when you returned to your car and Suguru’s incoming call came through your speakers.

“How’d it go?” He asked as soon as you picked up.

“It was so delightful. I desperately needed that.”

“I know you di-” he cut off, and when you heard his voice again, it came out muffled. “Scissors? Sweetie, I don’t know. Ask your sister. I’m pretty sure she’s the one who last had them.”

As you imagined the chaotic scene unfolding at home, you couldn’t hold in your laugh.

“You sound busy over there. Do you need me out for longer? I’m more than happy to go get brunch or-”

“No. Don’t. Come straight home.” his reply came out tense.

“Alright, alright. God forbid a girl wants some pancakes on her birthday.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to snap. It’s just… we need the car to run some last-minute errands. Birthday-related errands. You know how it is.”

“Aw poor Suguru, it’s way early in the day for the girls to drive you insane,” you said in mock pity.  

“They’re not the problem,” you heard him mutter under his breath, just low enough for you to discern.

“Anyway, promise made, promise kept. I have a nice something ready for you when you return,” he added, his voice finding its regular inflection.

“I’m speeding home!”

“Please do- Hey! No running with the scissors! Be safe…- That includes you, racer girl.”

“Vroom, vroom!”

You could feel the exasperation in the sigh released by Suguru before you hung up. Few things could destabilize the man who always seemed to have the upper hand. But you knew him well, and you knew how he could get when things started to spiral out of his tightly held control, and sometimes, you took pleasure in adding to the chaos, just to tease him. As you pulled into the road still giggling like a child, you realized that it was your turn to be annoying.

A large Happy Birthday banner, some colorful streamers, and two very excited daughters awaited you at home. You were genuinely impressed at the progress they’d made in the short time you were out. And you let them know as much, sharing their excitement as they each walked you around and showed you what they’d contributed.

When they finally let you breathe for a moment, you found Suguru in the kitchen area, putting the finishing touches on a spinach, tomato, and feta egg frittata.

“Girls, get ready, five minutes, just like we agreed,” he called out to the kids in a stern tone.

You snaked your arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

“I am both tired and starving. This is perfect,” you said as you exhaled into his back.

“I thought we could swap breakfast in bed for lunch in bed.”

You watched curiously as he led you towards your bedroom with one hand, bringing your plated meal along in his other.

You spotted a small breakfast tray sitting on wooden legs on your side of the bed, a cup of orange juice, and a small bowl of fruit already placed atop it. On the other side of the bed, a plush, turquoise-colored bathrobe was laid out along with a matching colored set of slippers. Four candles were spread throughout the room, two on each nightstand and two on the dresser. You immediately recognized the woodsy notes of Sweater Weather, your favorite. The combination of candlelight and what was now an overcast sky outside made for a lighting ambiance that could rival that of a cozy spa. You were touched and a bit speechless.

“Suguru…”

He led you to the bed and carefully lifted the tray to allow you to settle in before placing it back over you, this time with the plate as well.

“I would have put on some music, but I know that you’ll be turning on that show as soon as I step out of here.”

“You know me so well! I’m almost behind a full season, so you best believe I’m catching up today!” You took a generous bite out of the frittata and closed your eyes as you savoured it. With the hectic manner in which your days were going, having time for yourself was perhaps the best gift you could ever ask for.

“Thanks for this,” you started as you opened your eyes to witness him glaring at his phone, so immersed that you thought that he didn’t hear you. “Hey, everything good?”

“All good,” he said in his best attempt to school himself back to neutrality. You fixed him, unconvinced by what was clearly a lie. “Nothing to worry about!” He added, a bit more convincingly this time. “I’ve prepped everything for a bath. You just need to run the water when you’re ready.”

He leaned into you and placed a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering, “I’ll buy you about three hours.”

He left the room, closing the door behind him and you heard him calling out for the children.

“Okay,” is all you could reply after he was already gone. You washed away any lingering thoughts about Suguru’s odd behavior down with a sip of orange juice. By the time you heard the front door close and the silence of the house settled in, you had made the mental migration towards the images on your bedroom television and on the storyline you’d desperately wanted to see conclude.

For the second time that day, you could relax.

You were still in the bathtub, not realizing that three hours had almost turned to four, when the familiar cacophonous sounds of what you could only imagine being two very energetic children traveled up to your ears and pulled you out of your reverie.

When you joined them downstairs, you found the girls donning their party hats, and they hurriedly rushed to help you wear your own.

“Daddy, come on, she’s here. It’s time to sing!” your youngest exclaimed.

Suguru brought the cake, red velvet, with a single large candle in the middle.

They all sang you happy birthday as you sat there, beaming.

Birthdays or any kind of family celebration could be overwhelming at times, especially after the children came. But moments like these made it all worth it, moments for which you wouldn’t trade anything in the world.

You loved the habit you and Suguru had slipped into during moments like these. You’d often exchange a knowing glance at something silly one of the kids would say, or a light chuckle at some of the more creative drawings your youngest would present to you, as you gracefully asked her to explain what exactly it was you were looking at. Today, however, on more occasions than you’d care to admit, your sidelong glance at your husband would not be met, entirely preoccupied by whatever he was tinkering with on his mobile.

At some point, while you were playing a round of charades, and just as he was about to act out his phrase, Suguru’s phone vibrated. He picked it up immediately without preamble, and you watched him disappear into the hallway, just barely catching the words he’d harshly uttered.

“No, that’s not the one. Like I said, it should say it clearly on the label,” you didn’t need to know who he was talking to or what he was talking about to recognize the hint of frustration simmering just beneath the surface of his tone.

“We need him to finish the round,” your eldest daughter said, matter-of-factly, a mannerism she’d undoubtedly picked up from her father.

“I think he might be busy for a while. Why don’t you girls help me clean up and we can get ready for bath time?”

You were grateful for your energetic daughters, who each took turns revealing every detail about what went into the preparation for your celebration. Without this distraction, you imagined you’d be racking your brain even more than you already were, wondering what was up with Suguru. Was it something work related? Was he hiding some bad news he didn’t want to break to you yet?

“Mommy?” You'd since slipped into autopilot as you helped your youngest get settled in the bath when her voice finally broke you out of your contemplation.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you tell Daddy that we have butter and bacon?”

“Tell him we have butter and bacon?” you repeated, in an attempt to decipher whatever silliness she was on about this time.

“Yes, tell him I checked the fridge and we have butter and bacon and found them.”

“Butter and bacon…” you repeated, perplexed at what she could possibly be referring to, barring the actual butter sticks and slices of turkey bacon you kept in the fridge. “Alright, I’ll tell hi-”

You felt a waft of cold air as the bathroom door opened behind you.

“Daddy!” Your daughter exclaimed.

You rose from your crouching position and turned around, almost bumping into Suguru, who gently but firmly repositioned you behind him as he took your place near the edge of the bathtub.

“I’m sorry, that took so long,” he muttered. “I got it from here. Please, go relax.”

“I’ll relax once you tell me what’s going on, Suguru. You’ve been preoccupied all day. Talk to me.”

“Believe me when I say that it is nothing for you to worry about.”

“No matter how much you say that, I’m kinda worried now.”

Suguru turned to look at your daughter as though he’d just remembered that she was present and very much engrossed in your exchange. His eyes softened as he turned back to anchor yours.

“I left two glasses and that bottle of wine in our room. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”

“Alright, fine.” You begrudgingly relented, finding solace in the fact that he’d definitely have to come clean as soon as you two were alone.

About an hour later, Suguru found you in your room, absentmindedly skimming over words from a book whose story hadn’t fully registered in your haze. You lifted your eyes to observe a decidedly more relaxed version of your husband.

“They’re finally tucked in.” His words were as light as his newfound demeanour.

“Hmm. Was it really that bad?”

“The stress of handling the kids solo all day added to whatever you’ve got going on in that damn phone?”

Suguru scoffed as he slowly made his way towards you. you baseline

“I take great offence in your insinuation that I can’t handle the girls alone. They love Daddy time, by the way.”

“Okay, so not the kids, then. The other thing.”

He stopped in front of you and gently removed the wine glass from your hand before bringing it up to his mouth and downing the rest in one shot. But you knew Suguru. All too well. You knew that beneath this mock domineering move was a desire to buy some time; that beneath the gesture of bringing your glass to his mouth was a method to conceal the uncontrolled micro expression from his face, the one that revealed that you’d successfully trapped him with his own words.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

“You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on Sugu-”

“I am. I’m doing it right now, trust me. Now, close your eyes.”

You felt the unmistakable silky texture of the tie that doubled as your go-to blindfold, the one that had served as the catalyst for last night’s passionate events as it had countless times before. You could feel his even breath behind you as it slid over your eyes and he fastened it behind your head.

“Suguru! Now is not the time for-”

“One last surprise. For you, this will arguably be better than whatever it is you’re imagining.”

He guided you to stand and slip back into your slippers and walked you out of the room. You giggled as he spun you a few times before he guided you to your destination. His attempt to disorient you was in vain because you weren’t fooled; you knew by the way your slippers slid over the linoleum that you were in the dining room.

Then his phone vibrated, bringing you back to the explanation he still owed you.

You opened your mouth to protest, but his warm voice into your left ear damn near made you forget what you were about to say.

“I promise you, this is the final time you’ll hear my phone ringing tonight. Wait here. I need to get something from the car.”

You heard him step backward, and you mentally mapped out where you were in the room. Wherever he was going, it wasn’t to the car, and you knew it. He was probably going to tell you, but you didn’t want to wait anymore. You carefully slid backward, using your hands to orient yourself to the nearest window. You twisted the latch and sure enough, you heard not one but two voices. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying over the low roar of a car engine which you assumed belonged to your visitor, but you could distinguish Suguru’s low voice from the other boisterous one that could only belong to one person on this planet.

So maybe it is a work thing, you thought to yourself, as you shut the window and shuffled your way back to your best guess at your original spot.

You heard the front door reopen and felt Suguru’s presence behind you a second later. He set down whatever it is he’d retrieved from his not-so-secret guest, before you felt his fingers slide underneath the blindfold and pull it off your eyes.

It took you a few seconds for your eyes to get accustomed to the relatively bright dining room lighting.

Your mouth tugged into a genuine smile as you took in the sprawl laid out on the table.

A large plate in the middle of two smaller ones, its contents covered in aluminum foil. But the aroma you could now associate with a visual was unmistakable.

Buttermilk pancakes.

“Hmm. You were right,” you said as you turned around to face him. “This is better than the other thing.”

“Lunch in bed, breakfast for dinner. It’s all out of order, but I’d like to think that this chaotic day was mostly in control.” he said as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Control. Really?” you said as you took your seat. “Since you didn’t invite him in, did you at least thank him?”

“Thank who?”

“Whoever delivered this butter and bacon syrup?”

“How much more can I thank the delivery app guy?” he said elusively before a spark of confusion hit him as he acknowledged the second half of your sentence. “Also, butter and bacon? Wait… that’s not what it says on the label, right?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his confusion and at the fact that, for the first time today, he was the one who was completely baffled. And all he could do was sit there and watch with a nervous smile and a look that screamed wtf is happening?

“You’ve really relegated your best friend to ‘delivery app guy’. I wonder how he’ll react when I tell him.”

“Ugh. So you did hear him.”

“How could I not? It’s Gojo Satoru we’re talking about.”

And then it was like the dam broke. With the cat out of the bag, Suguru finally slipped off his mask and launched into a monologue.

“I looked for that syrup all over the place. Did you know that even if you specify, in capitalized letters, mind you, the flavor you want, that some of these delivery app shoppers will simply ignore the instructions and bring you whatever? I must have gone or attempted to order from every single grocery store in this city.”

You held up the syrup bottle, its label spelled ‘butter and pecan’, your favorite.

“Our poor daughter thinks you’ve been obsessed with butter and bacon all day.”

“Butter and bacon… So that’s where that comes from?” He exclaimed.

“I asked Satoru for help and I’ll never make that mistake again. He made me play his twisted version of twenty-one one questions before deciding to tell me just an hour ago that he had the equivalent of the country’s inventory of this flavor stashed in his pantry.”

“I know he has a sweet tooth, but that is insane!”

“He is insane. No syrup is that good.”

“Oh, he trolled you good, huh?”

Suguru gave you a side-eye as he stacked your plate with a few pancakes.

“Hey, I’m on your side,” you said as you raised your hands up in mock surrender. “But I have to laugh a little bit, right? A bottle of syrup had you stressed like this all day? Here I thought the world was ending. Off some syrup?”

“I don’t want to hear the words butter and pecan for a while,” he sighed.

“Well. I appreciate the effort you put into it,” you started as you poured the syrup over your serving. “It’s very sweet of you.”

He fixed you in mock suspicion, ready for what he knew you’d inevitably throw at him next.

“Sweet like this syrup,” you said as you doubled over with laughter, releasing the tension from the evening as you enjoyed the smile that Suguru could not contain.

“I’m letting you have this one today. Happy birthday, my angel.”

A/N: To the lovely Lexi, I wish you a very happy birthday and a fantastic year ahead! When I first started reading SiL on AO3 over a year ago, I’d never imagined ever connecting with its author the way we did here on Tumblr, let alone as a fellow fanfic writer! I’m so grateful that our shared appreciation for Nanami brought us together; you epitomize positivity and kindness, and it is always such a pleasure chatting JJK with you. Never change. Thank you for being you! 💜 (And I hope I did your mans justice lmaoo)

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Stolitz Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss

Damianya Damian Desmond & Anya Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Spideypool Spider-Man & Deadpool, the Marvel universe

Dramione -43 Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger, the Harry Potter universe

Zutara -61 Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Mileven Mike Wheeler & Eleven, Stranger Things

Marcanne Marcy Wu & Anne Boonchuy, Amphibia

Zelink -55 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Sasharcy Sasha Waybright & Marcy Wu, Amphibia

Griddlehark Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Tomdaya Tom Holland & Zendaya, actors

Johnlock -45 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Jily -9 James Potter & Lily Evans, the Harry Potter series

Calliette Calliope Burns & Juliette Fairmont, First Kill

Malex -19 Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico 

Serirei Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last year.

[echoofadream]

Lexi's Masterlist🌹

Subby boys❤️

•Your favorite patient (gn reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

+cute drawing of him!

•I need a big boy (fem reader)

•Your long distance boyfriend (fem reader)

Anime❤️

Jujutsu kaisen

GETO

•Sub!Suguru x femdom!reader: Part 1 Part 2

•Mean bf Suguru x sub!fem!reader

GOJO

•Jealous subby Toru (gn reader)

SATOSUGU

•You're their mistress (fem reader)

CHOSO

•He's mommy's good boy (fem reader)

UTAHIME

•Fingering the stress out of her (gn reader)

Shorts❤️

•your fav patient got jealous

•masochism with your fav patient

•fav patient's daily routine

[lexinympho]

Geto, the sadistic bastard you had the unfortunate luck of meeting, of getting to know and discovering how deep his love for teasing you goes. He pokes and prods at your vulnerable points, but what makes it the most frustrating is that he's not inherently being mean about it, he just sees something and hyperfixates on it until you nearly pass out from the blood rushing to your face.

And he absolutely eats your reactions up, finding pleasure in your extreme bashfulness and being prideful when he gets to wipe your tears from the overwhelming affection you aren't used to.

[eiflawriting]

reader is really love our dreams right now pls. i would literally cream if this happened to me. suguru is all i need. 🤭 and thank you. i’m so glad you enjoyed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵…. 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴… 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥? 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉, 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦. 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(✧) ─ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩��𝘳𝘦. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘵𝘸. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵’𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀/𝑵 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑩𝑶𝑹. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he became infatuated. Y/N was breathtaking. Her curves were beyond full with a thick waist that Suguru dreamt of wrapping his arms around. Her complexion was the perfect shade of brown. Deep and rich, he would describe. Every time Suguru saw Y/N, she would part her mocha lips to flash that pretty smile, causing him to melt. Did he have a crush? No. It was more than that.

He was obsessed.

Somehow, Suguru gained the courage to introduce himself to Y/N. He noted how sweet she sounded. How her mango vanilla scent acted as an elixir that probably could've put him to sleep. He also admired how kind she was. Typically, people would be frightened of Suguru due to his piercings and tattoos, but upon meeting, she complimented him on those qualities. He never expected to become flushed from a compliment such as that. However, it was coming from Y/N, after all.

Although he was too nervous about making a move on Y/N, that didn't stop him from talking to her every chance he got. He studied her schedule. When she checks her mail. Take out the trash. When she would leave for work and return. Her personal outings with her friends. Any movement she would make outside her apartment so he could talk to her—he would observe.

But luck would sometimes be on his side, where he didn't have to pay attention to her schedule.

Y/N was a friendly neighbor. Suguru found out through small conversations that she had a tendency to overcook. When those times would happen, she would come knocking on his door to offer a plate of food. Suguru felt honored to have the opportunity to taste her amazing cooking. But if he was being honest—he was looking forward to seeing Y/N in house clothes.

She would wear tight boy shorts that had her cheeks hanging out. He felt like such a fucking pervert taking a quick glimpse at how puffy her pussy was, always sitting perfectly in those shorts. That white tank top that hugged her chest, tits so full, sagging perfectly with her nipples peeking through. Gosh, he wanted to fuck Y/N so badly. He would take good care of her if she allowed him. Unfortunately, for now, he was forced to hear the sounds of her moans through their thin walls.

Suguru became more jealous every time Y/N had a guest in her apartment. He would hear her sweet giggles that should only be reserved for him. He'd suspect whoever she had over was sharing a bottle of wine. She loves wine. Suguru remembers her saying that. And upon finishing the bottle, they would make their way to her bedroom.

He could hear the sounds of shuffling off their clothes while lip-smacking. Her being placed on the bed, suspecting that she was getting her pussy eaten. Suguru didn't give a fuck about the guy, but he was sure to pay attention because his words were helping him paint a vivid image of Y/N in his mind. Saying how wet and tight she was. Suguru could've guessed this himself from the loud, obnoxious sounds of her pussy being played with echoing throughout the room.

Her soft whimpers expressing how good it feels and that she wants more. Fuck, she's so needy, he thought. At that point, Suguru would already be palming his erection through his sweats. It's not like he could sleep. Might as well, right?

The mysterious man would finally give Y/N what she wanted. Suguru would press his ear against the wall to hear that heavenly gasp that aired through Y/N's mouth upon the initial penetration. He would listen to her pussy, queefing every inch that passed through her walls. And he guessed that sudden shriek was from her cunt being pounded into.

She was being fucked. Sometimes the curse words would coil in her throat, and some managed to slip past her lips. Y/N became vocal. She always was. Suguru remembered this much. She would moan the given guy's name telling him to go deeper. "Right there. Yes, fuck me right there. Please." Fuck, why did she sound like that? So damn pretty. Dulcet, to be exact. At this point, Suguru didn't give a fuck. Keeping his cock in his pants would only further the ache.

He pulled out his needy friend to be met with a crimson tip leaking precum. He'd eagerly rummage through his nightstand drawer, grabbing the lubrication to spread down his length. Suguru closed his eyes to only focus on Y/N.

His strokes were tender at first, matching the moans that he remembered from her. Blood rushed to his ears and cheeks the quicker he fisted his cock. Not only was Y/N vocal, but also her pussy. The wetness was clear. Suguru was glad for the thinness of these apartment walls, simply for aiding him in his perverted pleasures of listening to Y/N. He was happy for her getting the fuck she deserved. However, Suguru was envious.

It was supposed to be him.

He was supposed to be making Y/N feel good. He wanted to hear how sweet she sounded, moaning his name. See how she creams all over his cock, cum all over his cock. Suguru wanted to run his tongue through her fat pussylips to drink her juices. The guy didn't even take his time to appreciate eating her out. Suguru knew he would always make Y/N cum while giving her head before moving on to penetration.

Suguru imagined sucking on her clit, circling his fingers in and out of her cunt. Spreading Y/N's puffy pussylips to relish all her natural flavors. And after she came, he would fuck her into oblivion. He'd watch how her tits bounced with every thrust he made. Watch how she would swallow him. He knew Y/N would take him well. Suguru felt like a fucking satyromaniac. He was never like this. If he wanted pussy, he had several women in his contacts that he could choose. But he wanted Y/N.

He pumped himself faster, nearly ripping the skin off his cock. Those soft groans of her name remained on his lips. He'd beg, pleading, to fuck Y/N. To have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock to suck him off. Deepthroating him. Sucking his balls. Looking at him through her lashes with those big brown eyes while doing so.

Fuck, he was so close. Suguru's head lolled back as he let out breathy moans. He gripped his cock tighter, swirling his hands around his length. The sound of lubricant being spread resonated in his room. Suguru's chest heaved quicker, the heavier his balls grew. His cock throbbed with the thought of Y/N in mind. She was the cause of Suguru playing with himself almost every night. When will she come help him?

"Shit, Y/N," came out as a whisper filled with despair. He further pulled his skin down to hold it in place while his other hand vigorously massaged the tip. His hips jerked into his hands reflexively as the cum began rushing through his shaft. He went faster. Suguru clutched his cock with all the strength he had. The curse words sinfully slipped past his lips, now turned into cries of Y/N's name.

“Y/N—Y/N—Y/N. "He didn't even realize how loud he became. "Oh, fuck, Y/N. I need you."

He pumps.

"I want to taste you."

He quickened his pace.

"I want to fuck you. To cum inside of you."

He's there.

"Oh, God… Y/N, f-fuck."

And after a few more strokes, he lost his composure. An eruption of his cum sprayed all over his hand. Some even got his sheets. His walls. He was a cumming mess for Y/N. He grew sensitive, hips stuttering from squeezing out every drop of his seed. Such a waste, he thought. This could've been in Y/N's mouth—or pussy.

This has probably been the most he came from masturbating. Suguru craved nothing more than to be inside of Y/N. He knew he could make her feel better than anyone she had or would have sex with. But for now, all he could do was continue to hand fuck his cock while listening to her sweet moans and his perverted imagination.

Suguru barely recovered from his orgasm before he heard a knock at his door. He cursed under his breath from the sudden intrusion. Who could it be this time of night? He quickly tucked his semi-hard cock in his sweats, going to the bathroom to wash up. The person only knocked once, so he figured they had left, but he went to check anyway. And when he looked through the peephole, he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

He was hesitant to open the door. However, this was bound to happen with these paper-thin walls.

"Hi, Suguru…"

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ��𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 ── @dejwrites @maydayaisha @ayyy-pee @sailewhoremoon @lilviolxtbxby @hoohoohope @aiyaaayei @sirenh4ll @nutheadgeenat @sexbob-ombbeck @lxttlesxnshine @kemakoshume @rachelsmusicallife @softimgyu @yooniluvbot444 @hxoney @sukunasseventhfinger @reapersbarge @getousbabymama @coconutxraikage @noriken @privateparty3 @beniswife @hajim3 @loveupeople @marshmallowkissesss @okhotel @poohbea @maginxlia @ripperdoc-is-daddy @venussyy

[dokidaichi]

DISCLAIMER : ON BRIEF HIATUS !

DISC — new blog !! created march 2022.

hello ! my name is alex, but you can call me lex or lexi. my pronouns are she/her, just to let you know. welcome to my n/sfw writing blog ˖◛⁺⑅♡ masterlist in bio ! ღ ━━⌒*

fyi ➸ ❥ 22 ! minors do not interact with this blog as it includes 18+ content. all works are copyrighted to me under dokidaichi ! i also do not condone any kind of hate, unless it’s towards mayonnaise (no fr i hate it)

main blog ୨♡୧ is @atzsslut & also my kpop n/sfw writing blog! there, i write for atz, nct, svt, and txt :)

btw -ˋˏ✄— i write for jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, shingeki no kyojin, and yuukoku no moriarty

୨୧ requests : open !

latest work :

JJK — mirror sex scenarios w/ the jjk dilfs ! (smut)

JJK — prologue of "megumi-sama: love is war" (fluff)

JJK — things about husband ! kento pt. 4 (fluff)

JJK — things about hot neighbour ! suguru pt. 1 (suggestive)

୨୧ coming soon :

═ ✑ ⌒*｡ jjk — suguru x fem reader

based on my hot neighbour ! geto suguru hc ♥︎ in which geto suguru finds a little fun in indulging in his cute, timid neighbour; you.

═ ✑ ⌒*｡ jjk — nanami x fem reader

nanami describes you with the 3 P’s; promiscuous, provocative, precious. but can’t help to want to put a ring around your finger—make you a nanami.

additional information about me <3

— my mbti is enfj !

— i’m a ☼ leo ☽ virgo ⇑ virgo

— been watching anime and reading manga since i was like … eight years old ?

— i’m indonesian

— love life: pansexual (or, in other words, i’m attracted to whoever i’m attracted to) & single (sigh)

— fujiwara chika best girl

[wasurenagusaa]

To the anon who sent me an ask about me commenting the rudeness of that author Lexi who blocked me for a comment :

_ the author could put a disclaimer on top of their stories if they don’t want people to comment.

_ not everyone is on tumblr 24/7 some of us have life and don’t read every single post on a blog the last 5 post on the first page of that author didn’t mention anything about the subject🙃

_ i do understand that it can be overwhelming to receive ask and unwelcome comments, in that case don’t publish your story with hashtags so when you check Suguru Geto x YN it’s in the top post.

_ No need to be rude you can always ignore.

_ In conclusion, joy and peace to the world, kisses kittens

[rabbitfeet200]

Tumblr's 100 ships

Stranger things

1 Will and Mike- ?

2 Steve and Eddie- ?

5 Robin and Nancy- ?

31 Steve and Billy- ?

32 Lucas and Max - ?

Supernatural

3 Dean and Castiel-no

Our Flag means death

4 Black Beard and Stede Bonnet - ?

911

6 Evan and Edmundo - ?

The Owl house

7 Luz and Amity - ?

14 Hunter and Willow Park ?

28 Raine and Eda - ?

What we do in the shadows

8- Nandor the relentless and Guillermo - ?

The Witcher

9 Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier - ?

Arcane

10 Caitlin and Vi- ?

26 - Jayce and Viktor- ?

Hannibal

11 Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham- ?

Super girl- CW/DC

12 Kara and Lena- ?

Miraculous tales of Lady Bug and Cat Noir

13, 15, 22- Lady Bug/ Marienette and Cat Noir/Adrien - no

Boku No Hero Academia

16 Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku - ?

Mo Dao Zu Shi

17 Lan Wangii and Wei Wuxian- ?

Good Omens

18 Aziraphale and Crowley - ?

The Marvel Universe

19 Venom and Eddie Brock - ?

30 Steve and Bucky - ?

The Sandman

20 Dream of the Endless and Hob Gadling - ?

House of the Dragon, Game of Thrones

21 Daemon and Rhaenyra ?

Succession

23 Tom and Greg ?

Harry Potter

24 Remus and Sirius- No

12 Draco and Harry- No

Bad Buddy

25 Pat and Pran - ?

Bridgerton

27 Anthony and Kate - ?

Merlin

29 Arthur and Merlin- No

Ace Attorney

Phoenix and Miles Edgeworth - ?

Draco and Harry

Critical Role

Laudna and Imogen Ternult

Jonmartin -18 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Twiyor Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Catradora -29 Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Elmax Eleven & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Hualian +15 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Percabeth +19 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Cockles -15 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, actors

Jegulus James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Superbat Superman & Batman, the DC Universe

Villaneve Villanelle & Eve Polastri, Killing Eve

Nick x Charlie Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Solangelo -6 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Dreamnotfound -43 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, streamers

Satosugu +41 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Thasmin Thirteenth Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Doctor Who

Drukkari Druig & Makkari, Eternals

Sasunaru +26 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Suselle Susie & Noelle, Deltarune

Eddissy Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham, Stranger Things

Sterek -11 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Spirk +14 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Fexi Fez & Lexi Howard, Euphoria

Jopper Joyce Byers & Jim Hopper, Stranger Things

Jikook -45 Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook, BTS

Chenford +38 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Sambucky -59 Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Zukka -47 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Obikin +36 Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Ladrien +28 Ladybug & Adrien Agreste, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Dinluke -42 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, The Star Wars universe

Bumbleby -50 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Shadowgast -33 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Sonadow Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

MileApo Mile Phakphum & Apo Nattawin, Actors

Klance -32 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Kanej -38 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone

Yennskier Yennefer of Vengerberg & Jaskier, The Witcher

Sashannarcy Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy & Marcy Wu, Amphibia

Loustat Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Batcat Batman & Catwoman, The Batman

Codywan +7 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Jancy Jonathan Byers & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Kiribaku -54 Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki, Boku No Hero Academia

Harlivy -11 Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy, the DC Universe

Kinn x Porsche Kinn Theerapanyakul & Porsche Kittisawasd, KinnPorsche

Soukoku Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Jargyle Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things

Korrasami -52 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Stolitz Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss

Damianya Damian Desmond & Anya Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Spideypool Spider-Man & Deadpool, the Marvel universe

Dramione -43 Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger, the Harry Potter universe

Zutara -61 Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Mileven Mike Wheeler & Eleven, Stranger Things

Marcanne Marcy Wu & Anne Boonchuy, Amphibia

Zelink -55 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Sasharcy Sasha Waybright & Marcy Wu, Amphibia

Griddlehark Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Tomdaya Tom Holland & Zendaya, actors

Johnlock -45 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Jily -9 James Potter & Lily Evans, the Harry Potter series

Calliette Calliope Burns & Juliette Fairmont, First Kill

Malex -19 Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico 

Serirei Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Who knew it only took two seconds of spooning for your fiance to want more?

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie (don't try this at home), Fluff, Smut, Thigh Fucking, Fingering, Suguru in loooooove,

Suguru art by: Ilameys (Twitter, IG, Patreon)

AN: Just a quick lil drabble fluff smut piece idk it was stuck in my head for days and i had to get it out so hope you like it. i literally don't even know what i put here. i'm in love with Suguru with my whole heart i NEED TO MARRY HIM IMMEDIATELY

It’s been a long day. You’re sitting in bed, frantically finishing up a work email after your shower. In the bathroom, you hear the water running, your fiance finishing up his own shower before you both turn in for the night. Your tired eyes skim through the email you’ve drafted for your client to send tomorrow. Everything looks up to par so you hit save, exiting your email app and moving on to check your social media apps. Next to your bed, the door to the bathroom opens, the warm steam of your fiance’s shower filling the room.

“Fuuuuuuucking shit, I’m so tired,” he sighs as he steps into the bedroom. He wraps a small towel around the ends of his long raven hair and squeezes, trying to get every bit of water out of his tresses before laying down. He knows how much you hate him going to sleep with wet hair.

“Satoru pissed off the higher ups at work today and I spent the whole day cleaning up his mess,” he complains as he crosses the room. “So pissed I missed our dinner because of it. I’m sorry again, love.”

You plug your phone into its charger and set it on your bedside table, slipping under the covers in your bed. Your fiance makes his way to your dresser, a towel draped loosely around his waist. It hangs just right, the sexy “V” of his hips holding your attention as he vents about his day. He turns to reach into his drawer, pulling out a pair of boxer briefs and putting them on before tossing his towels into the laundry hamper.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you say, holding out your hand to beckon your fiance to bed. A small smile spreads across his lips as he watches you, eyes full of adoration and he moves towards you. The bed dips with his added weight as he climbs on. He kisses you sweetly just before he lays down. His warm arms wrap around your figure as you snuggle closer to your fiance beneath the blankets, the warmth of his body pressed against your back only adding to your coziness. It’s been a long day for you both and you’re ready to just close your eyes. 

However, it seems your fiance has other plans in mind.

“Suguru…” you murmur as he tightens his hold on you. “I thought you were tired.”

He hums behind you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin. “I am, baby, but I haven’t seen you all day. I just missed you.” His voice is a whisper, husky and wanting and you know you won’t be getting any sleep any time soon. Suguru’s hand ghosts along the side of your body, until it rests on the curve of your hips. He squeezes gently as his lips graze the shell of your ear. His warm breath fans across your face and you melt, already feeling your body react to his touch.

Suguru grips your waist before rolling his hips up against your ass and you gasp softly, feeling how hard he already is when he’s barely touched you. 

“Missed you so much today. I had to stop myself from stroking my dick in the shower thinking about you,” Suguru admits. “Wanted to wait until I could get you like this.” His confession stokes a fire in your belly, your arousal already dripping into your panties.

It’s always like this. Takes absolutely nothing for you two to get started, your natural attraction to each other pulling you together like magnets the moment you’re in the same room.

“Suguru,” you sigh, reaching back to snake your fingertips into Suguru’s damp hair as he licks your pulse point, biting gently and earning a soft gasp from you. With a smirk, he rolls his hips forward again, evidence of his arousal pressing into your ass.

“Hmm?” Suguru hums, licking, biting and sucking at your neck until you’re writhing and the sounds of you panting fill the air.

“Suguru, touch me…” You can feel how hot you are through your panties, how your arousal is beginning to soak through the fabric. And Suguru can too because when his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your clothes and to your slick folds, his mouth falls open slightly.

“I’ve barely touched you. You’re soaked, baby,” he marvels. “Shit, take these off or you’re gonna ruin them.” He slips his hand out of your shorts and tugs them down your legs until they’re low enough for you to kick them off. When you’re settled again, Suguru brings his mouth to your ear and runs his tongue along the shell. “I want you so fucking bad right now, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine that quickly turns into a moan when you feel Suguru slip his hand between your legs again. Your eyes sink closed as you breathe deeply, reveling in the feeling of Suguru’s fingertips brushing against your cunt. Suguru kisses his way up your neck, the sharp edges of his teeth grazing your skin until his lips brush against your ear once more.

“Wanna make you feel good tonight, baby,” he whispers to you, his fingers deftly finding your clit and circling the nub.

“Please, ah- Suguru, yes. Make me feel good,” you whimper.

Suguru grunts behind you. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, as he grinds against you again.

You let go of your hold on Suguru’s hair, hand finding his wrist and holding tight.

“You like that, baby?” He asks, voice rough with need.

You nod, another moan rushing past your lips when Suguru rolls his hips against your ass again and again.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, shit, yes, Suguru. I love it,” you mewl, your grip tightening around his wrist.

At the sound of his name on your tongue, Suguru’s fingers slide into you. You moan, back arching on reflex as your walls clench around him. Your ass presses against Suguru’s cock and he rolls his hips forward again, moaning in return. Suguru increases his pace, his finger brushing against your center. You can feel the wetness pool between your legs, spreading between your thighs as Suguru’s hand brings you closer and closer to your peak. 

Then suddenly, he stops.

Your eyes snap open as you feel Suguru pull away, your body shivering at the loss of his warmth. You hear him shuffling around behind you for a few seconds, followed by the sound of a soft thud. In the dim lighting of the room, you can’t tell what just hit the floor. 

And then Suguru is back, body pressed against you again and you know. You feel the heat of his bare skin pressing against you, the thickness and length of his hard cock, sticky with precum sitting against your ass. Your heart races in anticipation of him filling you, stretching you deliciously and then fucking you until you can’t see straight. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Lift your leg a little for me,” he commands. And you do, spreading your legs and shuddering when you hear the smack of your soaked thighs separating. “So fucking wet,” Suguru coos as he adjusts himself to lay back on his side. “Just for me.” You feel him press his cock to your core and you shiver, waiting for him to push into you. Instead, he puts a hand on your lifted leg and pushes your legs closed.

You’re confused. He just wants to put his dick between your thighs? That’s…new.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” You ask, turning to look at him. He gives you a smug grin as he peers down at you, swiping his hand over his forehead to move sweaty strands away.

“Told you I wanted to make you feel good.” He doesn’t elaborate yet, just presses closer and shifts his hips until his length sits right between your folds, hot and heavy against your clit. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock until you cum.”

Your core throbs with excitement. You’re happy to oblige, but –

“What about you?” You question.

Suguru leans forward, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll worry about me later.”

His large hand finds your hips again and he pushes you forward slowly before he pulls you back into him. Like this, you feel every ridge and vein of Suguru’s cock slide back and forth across your clit and you gasp loudly at this new sensation. It feels incredible.

“Oh–” you breathe.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes…so, so good.”

Suguru rolls your hips forward and back again, moaning roughly as he kisses your jaw. The feeling is otherworldly, Suguru’s length stroking your nub just right with every roll of your hips. It’s hard to breathe as your release inches closer and closer with each thrust. The room fills with your moans and Suguru keeps pushing and pulling you into hips until the sound that emits from between your legs is downright sinful. 

“You’re so wet, it’s driving me fucking insane,” he grunts, his hand coming up to grab your breast through the fabric of your shirt. He runs his thumb over the hardened bud, grinning when you gasp.

“I’m gonna…ah- gonna cum, Suguru, I’m so close.”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock. Fuck it until you cream all over it,” Suguru groans as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. He smacks your ass, earning a sharp cry from you, but the pain only adds to the delicious pleasure that shoots through your body as your release crashes over you.

Your thighs clamp down around Suguru’s cock, squeezing and trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Suguru pulls his face from your neck to watch as you lose yourself in the moment and he thinks about how damn beautiful you are when you’re all fucked out like this. So pretty when you’re a good girl and cum all over his cock when he asks you to. This is what he’s held out for. He loves to cum with you, but he loves to watch you come undone more.

Suguru loves the way your eyes close, and your mouth falls open with tiny gasps as you let the sensation wash over you. He loves the way he can feel your pussy throbbing against him as you cum. Loves the way he can feel your hole twitching, clenching around nothing, trying desperately to suck him in and –

Fuck he’s gonna cum.

The feeling shoots up his spine in a rush and it’s by sheer luck that Suguru is able to pull his hips back and push his entire length into you easily, so wet from your release. You moan loudly, the feeling of him filling you, stretching you so deliciously so intense that it rips another orgasm from you before you’ve had time to catch your breath.

And Suguru is right there with you. His mouth falls open, loud groans mixing with your cries as he bottoms out over and over, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his cum. He kisses your temple as he pumps you full, breathing sweet words to you.

“I can never get enough of you…fucking love you…can’t wait to marry you,” he grunts, pushing into you, trying to bury his cock as deep as he can. “Can’t wait to make you my wife. Can’t wait to put a ring on your finger, put a baby in you, make you mine forever.”

He moans into your hair, still fucking into you slowly, draining himself of everything he has to offer. “God, you’re so fucking tight. Greedy little cunt is sucking me in so deep. Such a good girl for me, taking all my cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, baby.”

You can’t do anything but try to catch your breath, chest rapidly rising and falling as you come down from your release with Suguru. When you’re both able to breathe again, Suguru kisses you sweetly on your cheek as he lays back down. He wraps his arms around your form, pressing himself into your back.

“Ugh, we should shower,” you insist, feeling both your cum mixing between your thighs. It makes you shiver. “I won’t be able to sleep until I get cleaned up.”

Suguru sits up excitedly, a dumb smirk on his face. “Good. We can make a mess one more time, then.”

You laugh as your fiance climbs on top of you, settling between your legs and you can feel he’s already hard again. “Suguru…”

“Didn’t I say I could never get tired of you?” He says, brown eyes full of lust and love. And you love him, your future husband. “So yes or no?”

“Yes, always yes,” you tell him, pulling him down for a deep kiss, tongues tangling together as Suguru pushes into you one more time.

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hii lexi!!! hope you’re doing well :)) would you be interested in writing a suguru first date kinda thing? i thought it might be cute ^_^ (also i love your pfp!! it looks so good!)

AHHH THANK YOU NONNIE! <3 I'm so late, but I imagine Suguru would be exactly like this for a first date when he's really into reader lmaooo it's short but i'm trying to flex my brain with little drabbles. i appreciate you sending this request in! i hope you like it! <3

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Warnings: Cutiepie sweetie face nervous Suguru Geto!, downbad Suguru, Gojo being an annoying shithead, fluff and cuteness <3

It's so hot here.

Is it hot in here?

Has to be. Or else Suguru wouldn't be sweating so much. He can’t even hold his drink, the damn glass keeps slipping from his hands.

Maybe it’s the lights making his palms so moist?

Are the lights too bright? Too hot?

Was this restaurant the right choice? If it’s making him this uncomfortable, surely you’ll be uncomfortable, too.

Maybe he should have chosen another place. Do you even like Italian? Fuck, he should have asked you before making a reservation. What if you’re allergic to…pasta or like…tomatoes? He didn’t even think about that. Maybe it's not too late to change plans.

The soft buzz in Suguru’s pocket pulls him from his scrambled thoughts, and he takes his phone out to see a text sitting at the top of his notifications.

Beauty: Pulling up now. See you soon :) <3

Fuck! It's too late to change plans!

Okay. Okay, this is fine. It will be fine! He’s got this. What’s there to be nervous about? Nothing, because Suguru doesn’t get nervous. He asked you out, anyway. Not the other way around! There’s no reason he should be reduced to this clammy, sticky mess he’s become. 

And yet, it seems that’s all Suguru ever is when he’s in your presence. Although, it’s only been one other time.

It's been an entire week since Suguru first laid eyes on you coming down the aisle at his best friend's wedding. You would have thought he was the one getting married, the way his face grew red watching you smile, so stunning in that gown the bride had picked for you. The way his heart practically tried to punch its way through his ribcage when you’d graced him with a glance, aiming your beauty right at him. How you watched, teary eyed as your very best friend married his very best friend and it’s so insane of him, he knows. But Suguru thought he could see himself in this exact position one day…with you. And he didn’t even know your name.

It's so cliche, truly; a groomsman and a bridesmaid getting together at a wedding? It’s a romcom waiting to happen, but Suguru couldn't help himself.

You were the epitome of beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your smile, everything about you. They were all things Suguru could not get out of his head after you'd danced with him at the reception. With that cheesy love ballad playing way too loudly, you slipped perfectly into his embrace, like the missing piece of a puzzle, and he had to get to know you.

"Fuck your honeymoon," he'd told Satoru, rolling his eyes as his best friend panned his camera across the beautiful powdery sands of Turks and Caicos. “Can you ask your wife for her number?”

“Hmm…” Satoru flipped the phone back around and Suguru could see him pretending to think about it, tapping his chin just to irritate Suguru. “Beg me.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Beg…me…”

That stupid grin on that long limbed bastard’s face. If Suguru could, he’d reach through the phone and smack it right off of him. Why would he beg for your number? He’d get connected with you some other way. Suguru is not a beggar. Nothing in this world could make him open his mouth and plead for something.

“No.”

“Then I’m not asking. Good luck finding her! Gorgeous girl. Hope she doesn’t find someone else because there were quite a few people asking about her at the wedding…”

Suguru knows what he’s doing. And he fixes his friend with a deadpan stare as he says, “Nice try. Not begging.” 

And Satoru chuckles. “Okay! See you in three weeks!” He sings on the other end.

“Wait!”

And so Suguru…begged for your number. Not his proudest moment, but as he sees you slip through the doors of the restaurant, grinning and waving excitedly when you spot him…well, it makes every bit of groveling worth it. He just saw you exactly one week ago. A full 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. And you look just as breathtaking, if possible.

This feeling is familiar, the heat radiating from his cheeks and the intense pounding of his heart and this sensation to get on his knees before you and offer you the world.

“Hi,” you greet him, out of breath as you approach.

Suguru stands quickly, stealthily wiping his damp palms on his pants. And it’s a little awkward at first, but you hug him, slipping into his hold like you just…belong there. It’s driving him insane, the way you just seem to fit him so perfectly.

You take your seat on the other side of the booth, all smiles and god, if it doesn’t send Suguru spiraling. You’re just so cute. You almost seem as excited to be here with him as he is to be here with you.

“I meant to get your number at the wedding, but honestly, I was just too nervous to ask.” You confess, giggling, a bubbly and airy sound that makes Suguru want to hear it more, maybe set it as his ringtone then piss Satoru off so he’ll blow his phone up. Then Suguru can hear it over and over. 

He chuckles, smoothing his hands over his pants again, trying his damndest to stop the sweating. “Yeah?”

You nod, picking up the menu and gracing him with a sweet, shy smile before hiding behind the sheet of paper. “Yeah, so I’m really happy you called.”

Suguru’s heart races and he can’t help the goofy grin that’s now formed on his lips as he picks up his menu. “Me too.”

[lexinympho]

Ultimatum

[slightly suggestive, MDNI]

ex!Geto Suguru x gn!reader, oc x gn!reader

Summary: Meeting someone new should've been enough, the guy was everything you'd want in a man, and you figured things could last with him. Until his best friend, one who's never been anything more than civil towards you, suddenly wants to talk.

WC: 2.6k

Tags/Warnings: college au, angst, cheating, blackmail, slightly suggestive (nondescript mention of after sex moments), past toxic relationship (not in detail), original characters

A/N: The longer this got, the worse it got, and now it kinda sucks lol. I also just took forever trying to decide who this should be about because I originally wrote the concept without any specific details. Enjoy💀

"Hey."

You're halted halfway to your dorm room at the sound of Mai, your boyfriend's closest friend, speaking to you from behind. Her tone felt dry and cold, much like a desert at the dead of night, but her expression truly embodied such a description when you turned to meet her eyes.

"We need to talk," she said as she walked ahead to your room without so much as a glance towards you.

A slow rolling cloud of unease crept into the hall at those words as you follow her. It's one thing to imagine hearing them from Ryo because they'd likely induce an intense feeling of dread over what exactly needs to be spoken about. But he's nice, he rarely ever loses his temper with you and is caring in a way one could only dream of experiencing. He likes you.

Mai, however, has never liked you from the beginning. She does an annoyingly good job of hiding her distaste when your lover comes around the corner, but you've managed to hear a few hushed spats between them about why he's with you, her reasoning being that he hadn't known you long enough to jump the gun. That's sound knowledge coming from her, and parts of yourself agree with her, because you really hadn't known Ryo for long outside of a few weeks of shared classes before he asked you out. You want to believe she's just being concerned for him like she says she is instead of being a possessive childhood friend who was late to confess.

Her deciding to corner you in your safe haven from the harrowing days of college life tells you you're about to find out.

You let her in and close the door behind you and turning to see her stiffly standing in the middle of the room, not bothering to look around or even sit.

I'm so glad I don't have a roommate.

Your internal relief is short-lived when she utters three words you never imagined hearing from her, "You need to break up with Ryo."

Why?

Your brain worked for nearly a minute, trying to forage for a response to her request as you unceremoniously drop your back in your desk chair, but you're too stunned to say anything more than what's running through your mind, "Why?"

A humorless scoff escapes her as she places her hands on her hips, "You're seriously asking that?"

The situation went from mildly awkward and unsettling to offensive in the way she demands you to dump him. The one guy you genuinely feel happy around in spite of things, the one guy who wanted to put your heart back together without ulterior motives lurking in the background.

The one guy you wanted to fall in love with.

Shock melts into annoyance when you answer, "Of course I'm asking that. Why does us dating bother you so much? It's not like I mistreat him, and there's nothing bad going on between us. You always say you seem him as nothing more than a friend, but you-"

"I genuinely don't like him like that, but I don't care if you believe me."

"Then why are you telling me to break up with him? What's your problem with me?" You keep your voice level to avoid drawing attention to your room, the last thing you want to happen is for eavesdroppers to listen in on something that doesn't involve them.

"You're still with Geto, that's my problem with you," she spat out in disgust.

The immediate pick up of your pulse has you grasping at the end of your shirt while you attempt to calm the numbing pricks of anxiety dancing across your skin. You don't give yourself time to dwell on the fact that she's one of the few people who knew you used to date him. "We broke up a while ago, what are you talking about?"

"It sure doesn't seem like it." Mai slid her phone out of her pocket and began searching for something.

You had to pause at that to fully comprehend what she's insinuating, and your lack of response let her continue.

"I wondered who you could possibly be visiting and spending the night with as often as you do." She went on while opening her messages, "You only have so many friends, at least that's what Ryo tells me, so it never made sense to me how often you'd cancel on him or bail."

You finally try to speak with a tongue weighed down by lead, "I'm just trying to take things slow and-"

Mai keeps going as she ignores you, "And then you wouldn't always tell him what friend in particular you'd be with."

"I-I didn't-"

"Your own friends couldn't tell him where you're at either."

"We're not dating anymore!"

"Then what the hell is this!?" She aggressively shoves her phone in your face with the intent of making you see the source of her livid state.

You could do nothing but drop your shoulders in extreme guilt as you take in the image she's showing you. It was taken from afar, the time of day being close to nighttime, but there's just enough light from the setting sun coming through the hall window to decipher who's in the image.

You and Suguru, messy hair and lips locked as he's rushing to open the door to his dorm room.

The clothes you're wearing tells you this was just 3 days ago.

"Where did you..." You couldn't finish your question, feeling sick to your stomach from how twisted up your insides suddenly are. You want to sit and let the heaviness of your sin eat away at you as your legs begin to weaken, but you know she wouldn't dare let you relax for even a second.

"Do you honestly think that matters more than the fact that you're stringing along my own friend!?"

"I'm not stringing him along!" You yell at her after pushing her hand down from your vision, very much on edge and unable to contain yourself.

"Bullshit! If you were just gonna go running back to Geto, you never should've agreed to date Ryo. I can't believe you!" She says as she vehemently shoves the device back in her pocket.

You can't believe yourself either. You never pegged yourself to be the type of person who'd stoop this low, who'd do something as distasteful as this behind everyone's backs. But you should've at least predicted something when looking at the history between you and Suguru. He's your first everything, had been your only one for the longest, so your ever present attachment to him wasn't surprising. What was surprising is how often you found yourself back in his arms after vowing to yourself that you were done rolling over for him, that you were through turning the other cheek everytime he screwed up.

You had valid reasons for leaving him, but something inside of you never moved an inch away for all of your attempts. The simplest of texts for a quickie had you floating back to him with little to no fight being put up. You often texted each other like nothing ever changed, you still found yourself sending nudes, and you both snuck around each other without anyone noticing.

Well, that's what you thought.

You feel humiliated as the urge to cry hits you like a truck, and you rush to hide your face before looking down in disgrace.

"Don't tell me you're actually getting upset now like you haven't been doing this for months," Mai speaks with a voice coated in malice.

Months.

Had she really known? That far back? Is that why she treated you like this?

"...Please don't tell him," you pathetically whimper as you look up to her merciless look of disappointment. Ryo doesn't deserve the feeling of finding out you're being cheated on, logic that sounds odd but makes complete sense to you. He's a good man, he doesn't have to be hit with something as devastating as this.

"Are you kidding me?" She speaks in disbelief, "You weren't planning to tell him this whole time, so why shouldn't I do it now? Or would you rather do it yourself?"

You really don't want to. But he'd likely feel betrayed hearing about this from someone else before hearing it from you.

The disoriented expression you wear pulls an irritated sigh out of Mai, "Look, I'm just done seeing him put his all into a relationship you aren't even part of. You're wasting his time and treating him so unfairly. I don't know what you want and I quite frankly couldn't care less if you actually tell him. I just can't stand the idea of someone like you dating him."

The tears burning your eyes dive from your lashes as you scowl to the side.

Not wanting to stick around any longer than preferred, Mai walks around you to exit the room, only to pause and speak over her shoulder one last time, "I'm serious. If you don't break up with Ryo before this week is over with, I'm telling him."

You don't make a sound until after the door has closed and her footsteps become inaudible. "Fuck...fuck..." you whisper through your sobs.

That's not what you envisioned happening today, but it just did. Even though you've only known Mai for 5 months at most, you know her well enough to not take her words lightly.

Letting go of Ryo is easier said then done however.

I broke up with Suguru for a reason, you repeatedly tell yourself in your mind while drying your eyes after many minutes of crying. The arguments weren't worth it, it never felt like he wanted to be with you anymore, neither of you could talk things out without taking it in a more physical direction that left you sweaty and half satisfied.

You feel healthier with Ryo, less stressed and more appreciated. You don't lie to everyone when you say you're happy with him and you aren't covering up any behind-the-scenes drama. You aren't left on read, you aren't neglected, and you always feel cared for.

So why does that old flame always appear when you think you're finally done with him? Suguru somehow ended up in one of your classes half a year after the break up, something he swore up and down was just a coincidence (his narrow eyes made it hard to believe). His presence was hard to ignore at the party, especially when he cornered you in one of the unoccupied rooms of whoever's home that was. The tense conversation (borderline argument) that transpired was possibly the most vulnerable he'd been with you in a long time. The kiss and what followed after explained what people mean when they say the guilt is nowhere in sight until the pleasure is gone and the clarity comes back. You remember how terribly you felt that morning as you made up an excuse for why you didn't meet Ryo back at his dorm last night.

You couldn't even blame the alcohol. You never fully stopped thinking of Suguru's smirks, be it the soft ones or the hot ones, and you still had a few of his clothes in your wardrobe from when he refused to pick them up. You never stopped remembering his scent and how much it would placate you when you weren't doing well. You never stopped imagining how his long hair felt between your fingers when he went down on you, or how majestic he always appeared after sex.

He never left your mind, his being entirely interwoven with yours.

All the doubts and inhibitions you'd built up crashed down and never quite returned after that, or rather, they never got the chance to with how easy Suguru made it to ignore the consequences. Your panic during the first incident was effortlessly swept away with words coated in a gentleness only he could reel you in with. The way he held you was a sensation you didn't know you craved so badly until your emotions spilled over into you kissing him, an action that wasn't fueled by the lust you felt last night. You missed him, and he promised he missed you just as much when he kissed your tears away.

You forced yourself to pull a 180 after that, well aware that one night of good sex isn't enough to mend things. He didn't listen though, too stubborn for his own good. Even Gojo, his best friend and someone who you were close friends with up until the breakup, told you Suguru's still crazy for you.

It didn't matter how much you told him each time was the last, that this isn't healthy for either of you, because he knew better.

You knew better.

A vibration in your hip calls your attention.

Speak of the devil.

You still wonder what invisible force prevented you from ever blocking him, let alone deleting his number. You're mentally drained but still pull your phone out to read the text he sent.

<manwhore💢>: u out of class yet bae?

Funny how there was a point when he'd rarely text you, but he now has a plethora of texts blowing your phone up at any minute of the day.

You stop yourself from nearly typing out a response along the lines of an invitation, an action you blame on some weird pavlovian conditioning he put you through instead of the potentially lingering feelings you swore disappeared a while ago. A text from Ryo, your actual boyfriend, interrupts your thoughts.

<💕loml💕>: where do you wanna go for lunch today?

...Lunch. It's noon. Mai confronted you when you left your last class. In the morning. You've been sitting here for an hour.

The lack of productivity hardly phases you now, the dread of what's to come replacing any and all priorities your mind previously had. You continue to sit on the floor without having responded to either of them, trying but failing to see any light at the end of the tunnel with the imminent threat of Mai speaking up. Just because you're still seeing Suguru doesn't mean you're willing to actually get back with him. Sure he's talking more and wanting to see you, a stark contrast compared to the final days of your relationship, but he's still shitty. No amount of endearing pet names and post-sex cuddles can erase what's been said and done.

And as you keep reminding yourself of everyday, Ryo was there for you far more than he was. He's stable and far more favorable, less possessive too. But you can't help wondering if you're merely accepting things as they are, or if you think you can genuinely move on with him. You like how things are, well, you're content with how things are with him and you hoped bringing him into the picture would be what you needed to let go of Suguru, to put an end to sneaking around with someone you can never say you love with certainty. It clearly wasn't enough.

You feel as though you're drowning in a pool of constant uncertainties, your chest pained by the short breaths of air you can barely take before you're overtaken by the deep end. Like an addict seeking relief from their concerns, you go back to answering Suguru, completely ignoring the bigger issue as you stand up with the intention of meeting up with him.

<you>: yeah, i'm coming over. and stop calling me that🙄

<manwhore💢>: we literally fucked like 2 nights ago, what do you expect me to call you🤨

You're so absorbed in his response that you almost forget to text Ryo back, an instance you refuse to acknowledge as you get to typing.

<you>: sorry, I already agreed to eat with one of my friends😣but we'll definitely go out tomorrow, love you😚

You think back to Mai's words as you traverse the halls and remember her telling you to do something before the week is over with. It's currently Thursday, meaning you have 2 days to come clean before she tells Ryo the truth.

How am I gonna deal with this...

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

WC: 6.7k

Summary: You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems strange that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. But it feels like you're drawn to each other in ways neither of you can explain. There's a pull you couldn’t resist if you tried.

Rockstar AU

Story Warning: Smut, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Profanity because come on..., Sprung Suguru, Cumshots, Facials, Cumplay (a lil bit), Fingersucking, A sprinkle of power dynamic, Oral Sex, First Day Hookups

Suguru art by: @affectbitter

AN: There's some OCs in this one bc this was just a funny idea between me and some friends LMAO. Imagine them however you will!

The roar of the crowd is almost painful in your ear as you enter the venue. You’ve made it just in time, with minutes to spare. 

“Excuse me. Sorry! Just gonna squeeze past you here…I’m sorry…”

The apologies fall from your lips as you navigate through the crowd of people in the arena. You’re trying to find your way backstage before the concert begins for this band… Demon Parade?

An up and coming group, quickly rising in stardom who you never would have heard of had you not been scouring the job boards for an easy and quick way to make money. Imagine your surprise when you found a job posting for them stating the band was in need of an efficient, organized assistant. A go-getter who would be willing to do anything to aid in their success and ride along with them. 

You’d had some assistant jobs in the past, nothing too crazy, but you knew what the basic expectation of an assistant was. So you applied for the job, not thinking there was a chance in hell you’d get it, but you needed something and anything was better than nothing. Besides, the job came with all the perks: benefits, free travel, a food allowance. Sounded like a steal. 

You got the call less than a week later, saying that you were a great fit and exactly what the band was in search of! It didn’t seem real at the time, even after you’d hung up, filled out your onboarding paperwork and were sent all of your information for your first day – the concert you were currently pushing your way through. It felt even less real when you received your all access badge at the arena doors.

You’d made sure to listen to a few of Demon Parade’s songs and you had to admit, you liked what you heard, but you wouldn’t exactly call yourself a superfan. Not like the crowd of people swarming around you as you hurried through to backstage. God, it was fucking packed.

Is this band that good?

The moment you enter backstage, you feel like you can breathe again. It’s less crammed, so you feel like you can relax a bit. But that feeling only lasts for a second before someone practically materializes out of thin air before you. They call your name, one hand coming up to tap the small earpiece in their ear, the other coming up to indicate for you to stop.

“Yep, she just got here,” They mumble into the earpiece. “I’ll bring her back.” They tap the earpiece again, waving to you to follow them. “I trust you didn’t have any trouble getting back here?” 

“Nope, fairly easy,” you answer, quickening your pace to catch up with them.

“Good,” they make a sharp turn around a corner, speeding up and you feel like an idiot essentially running behind them. “I’m Jaz, the band’s manager. We don’t have too much time. I’ll give you a brief overview of the band and each member and then I’ll introduce you to them.”

“Oh, so just…immediately starting? Is there like…a formal training I should be going through first? Or a new hire orientation?”

“No,” they state. “Do what the band asks and if you do it well enough and the band likes you, you’ll be able to keep your job by the end of the night.”

Your eyes wide as you rush to walk next to Jaz. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. If you make a good impression on the band, we’ll keep you. We’re about to start a national tour in a few days and we need someone who will be able to get the job done. If not, we move on.”

“Okay, so just…do what they ask me to and…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” Jaz confirms. “It’s that simple.”

So this whole first day is a test…given with no actual instructions…Fucking weird, but who are you to argue?

You’ll just have to use your prior assistant knowledge to make it work. If you’ve done one assistant job, you’ve done them all. You think so, at least.

You hurry through the halls alongside Jaz, the hallways snaking around to the back of the venue where there are many different dressing rooms – one for each band member and one for the group. Jaz reaches a door with a sign taped to it with the name Demon Parade on it. Scribbled in the corner of the sign is what looks like a very poorly drawn penis.

Jaz sighs when they see the doodle and whips around to face you.

“First things first, a brief rundown of the band.” They fish out their phone to pull up a group photo of the members on stage at one of their concerts. They point to a beautiful brunette woman in the photo before their finger glides over to a tattooed man with his hair piled high atop his head in a loose bun. “This is Shoko Ieiri – our bassist – and this is Suguru Geto – our lead guitarist. Both very low maintenance, very easy to get along with because they most likely will take very little interest in you.”

They then point to a blonde man who looks about ready to clock out at any moment and then to a white haired guy with freakishly blue eyes. “Kento Nanami is our drummer and this annoying beanpole here is Satoru Gojo – our lead singer,” Jaz finishes, rolling their eyes when they point to Gojo. But you can see a clear fondness there with the way their eyes linger on the screen.

You nod, eyes locked on the heavily tattooed raven haired man on the phone. He looks a little bored, almost like he’d rather be anywhere but where he was at that moment. Even so, his gaze is intense. You know it’s impossible, but you feel as though he’s looking at you through the phone. It’s literally a picture taken at some random venue that you’d never seen in your life. But, it feels like he’s staring right at you. Those feline eyes of his look so deeply into the camera, peer so powerfully into your eyes through the screen, it makes you look away. There’s something about that guy, something that’s almost familiar…it makes a tingle race up your spine. 

You’re not sure if the feeling is good or bad, but you don’t have time to think too much about it because Jaz is knocking on the dressing room door. A massive, burly man donning sunglasses is opening it, peering at you from over his shades. Jaz is moving past him, beckoning you to follow when you don’t move, cemented to your spot.

Because you’re still thinking about that fucking picture.

“Hey,” The goateed man says when you’ve finally entered the room. You notice then that he’s wearing a black windbreaker with Security on one side and his name on the other. Your eyes quickly drift down to his nametag.

Yaga…With a little panda sticker next to his name. This old guy loves cute things apparently. It’s sweet, makes you smile.

Yaga quickly introduces himself. “Nice to meet you,” He grunts, no smile returned. “I’m head of security for the band. My name’s Yaga.” He doesn’t await a response from you, turning to speak with Jaz instead and you take that time to have a look around in the interim.

The dressing room is incredibly spacious. In a corner across the room, there’s a snack table full of an assortment of candies and bags of chips with the members' faces on them as well as an array of drinks. Large couches are arranged throughout the room, enough space between them to give each member their own little area to lounge in. There are also vanity areas along the back wall with brightly lit mirrors and chairs for each member.

You’re assuming it’s Shoko who sits in one of the vanity chairs getting her makeup done. She is the only female member after all. She’s as beautiful in person as she appears in pictures, though her hair is a lot longer than in the picture Jaz showed you earlier. She’s on her phone scrolling boredly, but when the door clicks shut, your eyes meet in the mirror and she waves quickly as the makeup artist applies her lipstick.

“Hey,” is all she says.

On the far side of the room is a blonde man reading a newspaper, he glances up for all of two seconds when you enter the room and then he’s back to reading. Next to him is a girl who can’t yet be in her 30s, leaning her head against his shoulder. They look cozy together. Maybe they’re dating? You make a mental note to ask Jaz about this later.

Just a few steps away from you, seemingly appearing out of thin air by the snack table, is Satoru Gojo, lead singer of Demon Parade.

His eerily blue eyes glance up when you enter the room, and then he shoots you a beaming smile as he leaves his spot by the snacks and strolls over. He grins at Jaz who has now made their way back to you, rolling their eyes again as Satoru gets closer.

“Jaz,” he purrs. “What do we have here? A meet and greet?” Gojo asks, eyes locked on his manager. His gaze wanders over their clothes as if he can see straight through them. “You look good. Missed you last ni–”

Jaz holds up a hand, cutting him off and getting straight to the point. They introduce you to Satoru, Shoko, Nanami and the woman sitting next to him who you’ve learned is Nicole – their vocal coach, though she doesn’t appear to be doing much vocal coaching while she makes googly eyes at Nanami.

Yaga sighs as he goes back towards the dressing room door and Jaz follows behind him, pulling their phone out and typing away. You don’t miss that the moment Jaz is putting their phone back in their pocket, Satoru is pulling his out to quickly glance at his screen, smirking before he slides it back into his pocket.

Okay, there’s clearly something going on there.

“Call me if you need anything,” Yaga utters to Satoru, but Satoru isn’t even listening anymore. He’s back at the snack table rummaging through the available items. Yaga pulls the door open to let Jaz exit first. Behind you, you hear him briefly grunting an “excuse me” as someone else enters the room before he’s also gone.

And you can’t really explain it, but the moment this other person enters, the air in the room shifts. 

At least for you. 

They move past you, their bare arm just barely brushing against your own and you startle at the charge of pure electricity that jolts through you at the near contact. They seem to feel it too, because they pause, whipping around to look at you and you’re met with those sharp, cat-like eyes you’d just seen peering through a screen now staring into your own. That familiar tingle you’d felt outside of this very room zips back up your spine.

Suguru Geto stands before you, his beautiful face framed by his signature raven locks that now cascade around his shoulders. He’s somehow even more striking with his hair down, beautiful. He says nothing as you stare each other down, the air between you thick with something you can’t quite describe. The room around you blurs as your vision seems to hone in on Suguru and Suguru only. 

It’s after a few moments of tense silence that Suguru breaks eye contact first, eyes trailing down your form. And suddenly you feel as though you’re under a microscope, being so closely examined by him. You can’t help but feel exposed. He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling with the motion. He cards his fingers through his strands, pushing them back, eyes narrowing when they meet your gaze again. His brows knit together for a moment and then he speaks.

“Have we met before?” 

Your pathetic body reacts immediately, melting the second his voice reaches your ears. Goosebumps race across your skin, even as your body feels like it’s being engulfed in heat. Your heart feels like it’s crawling up your chest and into your throat, your pulse is beating behind your ears so hard it’s making you dizzy. 

What is this?

You don’t understand this sudden racing of your heart, the way your hands feel clammy, the explosive reactions your body is having to him simply looking at you. 

Suguru leans his head to the other side and the movement brings you back to reality, helps you to remember that you’re just standing there like a fucking idiot when he had asked you a question. You shake your head quickly, suddenly unable to find your voice. 

Suguru looks you over once more, almost like he doesn’t believe your answer, until Satoru interrupts.

“You’ve never met her. She’s our new assistant. Starting today,” he announces, mouth full, from what seems to be his permanent spot by the snack table. He tells Suguru your name. Suguru quickly glances back at Satoru before his eyes drift back to you again.

“Yeah?” Suguru asks, eyes still on you. You can see Satoru turn back to the snack table from your peripheral, picking at different candies. “Nice to meet you. I’m Suguru,” he states.

For some reason, it dawns on you then that Jaz is no longer there to speak for you. You’re on your own. Jaz’s earlier words ring through your ears. Whether or not you get to keep this job depends on how well you do tonight.

So you clear your throat, finding your confidence again. You know what you’re doing and Suguru is essentially your boss. Just like the other members, so you needed to build a relationship with him all the same. “Yes, I’m your new assistant and I’m very excited to be able to work with you all. Please let me know what you need and I’ll do my best to make sure you’re all happy.”

A small smile graces Suguru’s features and the tiny motion has your heart picking up speed again.

Fucking relax.

“Yeah, I got a couple things you can do for me,” he voices.

“Okay,” you glance back towards Shoko who is eyeing you through the reflection of the mirror. “Anyone else need anything before the show?” She shakes her head indicating your assistance isn’t necessary. You look to Nanami who couldn’t look less interested in what’s happening right now. Next to him, Nicole shakes her head as well.

“All good here,” Satoru says, waving you off. “Suguru, be nice.”

“When am I not?” Suguru chuckles, closing the distance between you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. The contact makes your skin erupt with goosebumps once again.

Only this time, you feel a little less crazy about your body's seemingly random reaction to Suguru’s touch because as you glance down at the arm wrapped around you, see the telltale sign of goosebumps along his skin, too.

- - - - - -

Suguru doesn’t have shit for you to do. The concert is happening soon so there’s not much else left to do that the other staff hasn’t already taken care of. He’s not sure why he lied to you, but the moment he saw you, there was something familiar about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’s certain you’ve never met, he would’ve definitely remembered your face; lovely, beautiful, stunning, all the words that could describe how nice you were to look at. Looks aside, there’s just something about you that has his mind reeling.

He’d heard from Jaz that the band would be getting a new assistant today. Didn’t make a difference to him, staff was staff. He was sure the new assistant would be fired by the end of the night, if not the end of the week. They could never keep an assistant too long, most of them deeming Satoru too needy, Shoko too cold, Suguru too mean. The list went on and on. The simple truth of the matter was Suguru had a goal, a plan for his success and if an assistant wasn’t able to hang in there for the ride, then they weren’t worth his time. Suguru stopped caring about who their assistant of the week was a long time ago.

So what was it about you that had him hiding you in his dressing room until the show started; showing you his favorite guitars, asking you about how you got this job, wondering how you liked it so far, if you’d heard their music? Any other assistant he’d have running to get him a coffee, doing menial tasks just for laughs. But for you, he’d grabbed a coffee with you and spent that time practically bombarding you with questions the moment he had you alone. Suguru knew more about you in 20 minutes than girls he’d dated for months. And he had no idea why he cared so much.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You ask. Leaning against the wall of his dressing room, Suguru watches as you sit on his dressing room couch, strumming the strings on his guitars. 

“I mean, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Jaz made it clear I need to keep you all happy or else…” you make a dramatic slicing motion across your neck, pulling a laugh from Suguru.

After finding out Suguru did not actually have anything for you to help him with, he spent a few minutes trying to calm your mini panic attack where you told him about how nervous you were. How badly you needed this job. So he’d brought you back to his dressing room to hang out where no one would see you aimlessly wandering.

“The guys said they’re good, so no need to worry about them. They’re happy right now,” Suguru reassures you.

“And you?” You ask, eyes meeting his from across the room. It makes him inhale sharply, trying to calm the swift pounding of his heart. “Are you happy?”

He nods. “I’m happy.” You pluck a string on his guitar, the offkey note cutting through the tension Suguru was beginning to feel. “Despite your horrible guitar playing skills, I’m happy.”

You laugh. “Rude.” You pluck again, this time the note is more bearable. “If I make it past today, I’ll be on the road to continue on tour with you guys,” you told him.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes look on as your fingers dance along the strings of his guitar awkwardly. He could show you how to hold a guitar, how to hit a note that’s not offkey, but he’s enjoying watching you struggle a little too much. It’s cute, though his body’s reaction to watching the way you hold the neck of the guitar is…less appropriate than what the situation calls for. “Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

Because he wouldn’t mind having your really nice hands wrapped around his cock.

The question comes out before he can stop it. For any other groupie he’d brought back to his room, the answer to the question wouldn’t have mattered. He’d just be making small talk, he wouldn’t have even meant the compliment. But for you…he was mesmerized by the way you held his instrument, the sight filling his head with lewd thoughts.

You freeze at his question, glancing back at Suguru. “No…thank you?”

Suguru chuckles, moving from his spot on the wall to take a seat next to you. The air immediately thickens, this close proximity to you making it hard for him to breathe.  “You are…really bad at guitar.”

“Oh my god, were you this mean to your past assistants?” The question comes out with a giggle, as you set Suguru’s guitar down next to you, turning to face him.

He smirks, turning his body to face you as well. “Only the ones who are shit at guitar.”

“Oh, so you let all your assistants hang out in your dressing room and show them your instruments then?”

“Nope.”

If anything Suguru was way fucking meaner to his past assistants. In less than two hours, you already had him cleaning up his act.

You make a face, scrunching your nose up in Suguru’s direction and he decides he likes you already. Yeah, it’s only been a few hours, but he wants to see that face more often. The choice wasn’t up to him, though. You had to impress the other members, too. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help you along the way.

A light knock at the door interrupts Suguru’s thoughts.

“Yeah?” He calls and Jaz peers their head in, brows furrowing when they see you on Suguru’s couch.

“She was cleaning my guitar for me,” Suguru lies easily, motioning towards the instrument next to you. Jaz either believes him or doesn’t care because they don’t even acknowledge it any further.

“Showtime, let’s go.”

- - - - - -

Suguru had been nice enough to give you some tips on how to ensure the band was happy after the show.

“Nanami loves a good coffee and a book set up in his dressing room after a show,” he’d noted. “Satoru is easy. Leave him some of those little mochi candies with the red bean paste inside? He’ll eat like fourteen of them and pass out. Shoko literally just wants to be left alone after dealing with Satoru all day. Put a cigarette and a bottle of liquor – any kind – in her room and she’s set.”

“And you?” You asked, nervously fidgeting in the hall outside of Suguru’s dressing room. Suguru had kept your mind off of panicking and inadvertently pissing someone off on your very first day. With no delegated tasks, no orientation or training and no clue in hell about each member’s preferences, you were truly grateful to Suguru for all he'd done for you on your first day. He was your lifeboat today.

“Me?” It seemed he’d forgotten he was also a part of the band, which was even more endearing to you. He’d been more concerned with making sure you were successful today than his own needs.

“Yeah, you. I want to make sure everyone is satisfied.”

Suguru hummed a look flashing behind his eyes and disappearing as quickly as it came, it still sent a shiver up your spine all the same. He placed a hand on your arm, inhaling slowly. His eyes locked onto where his hand lay on your arm, like he could feel the way your stomach twisted, the way your breathing increased, how your pupils dilated just from his touch.

And Suguru could feel it. Because his body was reacting the exact same way.

“I’ll be fine,” he breathed, letting go of your arm. “Hopefully at the end of the night, Jaz will have good news for you.”

He turned to leave, but not before calling back, “I’ll see you after the show.”

Now you stand on the side of the stage, unable to stop staring at Suguru as his hands fly along the strings of his guitar with ease, beautiful notes carrying out of the instrument and dancing around the stadium for the audience to hear. You can’t get over the duality of this man. 

Backstage he’s chill, if not a little intimidating. But in the short time you’d spent together, you found it easy to talk to Suguru and open up to him. He was funny, smart, insanely talented. You did not expect a rockstar as big as he was to be so down to earth. 

Now as you watch Demon Parade perform their last song of the night, you can’t help but think Suguru is the sexiest man on earth. The way his hair whips across his face when he shakes his head to the music, how his large hands control every note that drives the song, how his rich voice blends smoothly with Satoru’s to really push the message of the songs across. And when Suguru’s really feeling it, the way he lets the world see the tiny metal ball sitting atop his tongue.

He is so insanely sexy.

It seems every little move he makes has the crowd losing their minds, men and women alike screaming his name. And you can’t blame them, occasionally rubbing your own thighs together to stoke the heat pooling between your own legs whenever Suguru would peer over to the side and grin at you mid song. 

Fuck, working with him may end up being harder than you anticipate. If you are able to keep this job, you’ll likely have to maintain a friendly distance. You don’t trust yourself not to do something stupid with the way your body seems to respond to him any time you’re near each other.

When the show is over, Satoru thanking the crowd for coming out, the band members all go their separate ways to their dressing rooms. You wait in the hall, standing with Jaz who again is on their phone. They seem to always be working, but this time you watch their fingers fly across their phone screen, a tiny smirk on their lips. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling.

You’re pretty sure Jaz and Satoru are sleeping together.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Jaz clears their throat, their eyes boring into your own. Did they hear…your…thoughts?

And then they smile. “Just got the green light from the band. You’re in.”

Eyes wide, you stand there gaping like a fish until you finally find your words. “Just like that? I mean…there’s not a formal meeting or anything?”

Jaz shoots you a deadpan look, like you’re wasting their time with your stupid fucking question. “Look around you. Nothing about today was formal. Get used to it. Go home, pack your bags. I’ll email the details of where to meet us in the next couple days before we get on the road. Be on time please. Don’t miss the tour bus leaving.”

They turn on their heels before you can thank them, making their way down the hall (in the direction of Satoru’s dressing room, you can’t help but notice).

The clean up staff moves hurriedly around backstage, rushing off and on the stage. And you just stand there, the giddiness of the news bubbling in your chest. You want to scream about how happy you are, but you contain it, instead opting to go tell the person who helped you to lock in your spot today.

After a short trip down the winding halls of the arena, you knock softly on Suguru’s dressing room door. It doesn’t take him long to answer, the door swinging open and revealing him in a loose fitting tee and some sweats. His hair is damp from a shower, strands clinging to his face, cheeks flushed. You can practically feel the heat of his bath radiating off of him.

He’s as captivating off stage, like this, as he is on stage. You can’t help but stare.

“Hey,” he breathes, voice rough.

“Hey,” you practically sigh, cheeks heating furiously.

It’s just you two, standing there, staring at each other. The world continues to move, it all becoming a blur as you refuse to look away from the other. You, watching as the flush on Suguru’s cheeks slowly creeps from his face, down his neck and to the exposed part of his chest the ‘V’ in his shirt allows you to see. Him, watching as your chest rises and falls, breathes picking up rapidly as he gazes at you.

You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems so insane that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. Now in this moment, standing before him in front of his dressing room, it feels like he has a pull on you that you couldn’t resist if you tried.

“Just heard from Jaz. Looks like I’ll be going on the road with you,” you tell him, voice coming out smaller than you’d intended.

“Yeah?” His low voice is nothing but a whisper, eyes darting down to your lips quickly before they shoot back up to your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

Then his tattooed hand is cupping your face, your arms are looping around his neck, his mouth is colliding with yours as he pulls you into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. It’s dizzying, the heat rolling off is his body, his scent invading your senses. The hand touching your face slips to the back of your neck, making you sigh into his mouth. It’s so fucking unfair how a move so simple had the power to make you melt into a puddle for him.

Suguru’s body molds against yours as he pushes you against the door of his dressing room, pressing his own arousal against your thigh. And you gasp, the thick feel of him making you moan.

“Fuck,” Suguru presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek, rolling his hips into you. “I don’t know what it is about you,” he groans, kissing along your cheek again, rolling his hips into yours once more.

You feel the same, like there’s something about him that keeps drawing you to him. The stars only seem to continue aligning in your favor. First getting this job, this trial run day, meeting Suguru, Suguru helping to make sure you got to keep your job and you actually getting the confirmation you needed. It’s like you were meant to meet one day. You’re eternally grateful.

You press a kiss to Suguru’s lips, your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss, trying to taste everything you have to offer. You’re panting into his mouth as he rolls his hips into yours roughly. 

“I want you,” Suguru breathes against your lips. “I want you so fucking bad, I’m losing my mind.”

His mouth is back on yours, hands grasping at your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You want him too, you probably want him just as badly as he wants you. But there’s time for that. You’ll be on the road together for months. That’s surely enough time to have each other every which way you want. But tonight, you want to show Suguru how grateful you are to him.

“Let me thank you for today,” you offer Suguru breathlessly when you break the kiss. His brows knit together for a brief second before they rise at the same time you fall to your knees before him.

“Are you sure? You don’t have t–”

“I want to,” you assure him. Suguru gulps, nodding as he watches you wet your lips.

Hooking your fingers into the elastic of his sweats and briefs, you tug down, freeing Suguru’s erection and wasting no time wrapping your hands around his length. It’s just the way Suguru imagined when he watched you strumming his guitar. Better than he imagined, actually. He shivers when your hands grip him, your mouth watering with the thought of tasting him as you watch a drop of precum form on his tip.

He’s big. Bigger than you had pictured. You swallow, thinking about how in the hell you were going to be able to possibly fit all of him in your mouth.

“Take it slow, baby,” Suguru tells you, as though he can tell what you’re thinking. He brings a hand down to gently caress your cheek.

Peering up, your tongue peeks out of your mouth, tentatively flicking against the head and Suguru sighs shakily, staring intently. He watches you closely, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as your lips fall open and you wrap them around his cock. You take him into your mouth, slowly sinking down as far as you can go before you pull off and sink down again.

Eyes locked, you watch with hardly concealed elation as Suguru’s pupils blow out, dilating so much you can no longer make out the color of his eyes. 

“Fuck,” Suguru’s hips buck forward like a reflex, head falling back as a deep groan falls from his lips. Your mouth is so warm, so fucking wet. He wants to revel in the feel of it. Doesn’t want you to suck him so good he blows his load down your throat yet. He looks back down at you, at the way your mouth is stuffed full of him and you’re not even halfway down. Suguru utters a curse under his breath. 

“Stay right there,” he tells you, rougher than he intended, he knows it. But it’s so fucking important that you don’t move right now or he’s done for. “Just hold it - ahhh, yeah just like that, angel.”

You place your hands against his thighs, holding yourself still with Suguru’s cock in your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the sound of his harsh breathing, his hands gently holding your chin, it all makes a delicious heat pool in your core.

Suguru takes a deep breath, pushes his hair back with his hands as he exhales. He’s trying to catch his breath, trying to keep his composure right now, but fuck. It’s so hard to hold it together with the way your mouth is stretched around him, with how he’s just barely halfway in and he can already see the tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as you try to take all of him.

Suguru’s had his fair share of flings come back to his dressing room with him, sure. But you… there’s something about you that has his heart thundering in his chest, has his cock throbbing within the wet confines of your mouth, has him reaching down to caress your cheek and wipe the pooling tears away as you try to take him deeper. Your eyes close with the action.

“Look at me,” he pants. And you do, your beautiful gaze finding his again. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he purrs, loving the way you haven’t moved since he told you to stay. You’re already such a good girl for him. “Think you can take more?”

You mutter a muffled agreement against his cock, still not moving. Just the vibration makes Suguru’s balls tighten, a threat that he’s not going to last very long with you.

He hopes it won’t be like this the next time.

He also hopes there is a next time.

Because he’s beginning to realize something. It hasn’t been that long since he met you. Hell, it’s been less than a day. But, he’s so fucking into you it’s insane.

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes again and Suguru hisses the moment your eyes connect. He runs both hands through his hair, his thick black locks cascading around his face as he looks down at you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You know that?”

You nod your head, tongue pressing against the underside of Suguru’s cock as you slide more of his length down your throat. You’re not going to be able to take all of him. He knows it.

You shift on the floor, thighs rubbing together to give you some sort of relief from the aching arousal between your legs. Suguru doesn’t miss this. You’ve worked hard. You deserve to enjoy yourself, too. It’s not like you got to keep your job only because of him after all.

“Touch yourself,” Suguru commands. “Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my co–” His voice cuts off, a harsh groan ripping from his throat when you move forward, one hand squeezing his cock as you try to take even more of him, the other slipping into the waistband of your pants. “So fucking good...” he whimpers, and you can’t help but moan when your fingers finally meet the onslaught of wetness that’s been rushing between your legs, absolutely soaking through your panties.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, petting your hair before gently fisting the strands between his tattooed fingers so that you’re forced to look up at him. “Ah…I love how hard you’re trying, baby. Think you can take it all the way for me, angel? Can you take it all the way into that tight fucking throat for me?” 

You nod enthusiastically, eager to please with a mouth full of Suguru’s cock and your fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The vision has Suguru’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he sighs. Suguru pulls you forward, and you let him, going as far as you can until you’re gagging on his dick, the drool pooled in your mouth dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Even still, that doesn’t stop the moans escaping, the little mewls that let Suguru know you were fucking loving this as much as he was.

“Ah – fuck, fuck–” Suguru breathes, pulling you off of his cock with a loud pop. “I can’t,” he pants. “I can’t. If you do that again, I’ll cum –”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, taking Suguru in your mouth again, taking him as deep as you can go before pulling back and taking him in again. The lewd squelching noises of your slick fingers playing with your sweet little pussy and the mixture of your spit and Suguru’s precum hitting the floor of his dressing room fill the air. You take him to the hilt, your nose buried deep in his thick raven curls.

And Suguru’s hips began to move, fucking into your mouth as he held your head in place. This was what you wanted, right? Suguru warned you. He’d warned you what would happen if you swallowed his dick like that again, if you choked on his cock like you just did one more time. He warned you and you kept going, pushing him closer and closer. So he couldn’t help it when his body tensed, when his cock stiffened, when his thighs shook and his cock twitched in your mouth.

He couldn’t help it when he pulled out of you as quickly as he could, pumping his cock with a quick “fuck I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby–” muttered before his cum shot out of his swollen tip, covering your cheeks, your throat, your tongue and your chin.

And you couldn’t help it when you pushed two fingers into your tight hole, pressing your thumb to your clit the moment Suguru’s cum covers your face. And you see stars, clenching hard around your fingers as waves of your orgasm crashing over you until your vision nearly blurs.

“Shit,” Suguru murmurs with a sigh, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending shivers up his spine. He takes your arm, pulling your hand from your drenched panties, closely looking over the sheen of your release covering your fingers. He parts his lips, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking, licking your hand clean of your orgasm before he kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately and groaning when he tastes the mixture of both your releases. He doesn’t even seem to care that his own cum now covers his face. The sexy grunts and moans tell you he loves it.

When he breaks the kiss, he looks you over, licking his lips of the mess he made between you. “Let me get a towel to clean us up.”

He stands, pulling his pants back up to his waist before he lifts you from your spot on the floor. You hear him shuffling around in the bathroom area as you take a seat on his couch. He returns shortly, sitting next to you. You close your eyes as he gently wipes the warm, damp towel over your face. “God, you almost killed me.” Suguru huffs quietly.

You chuckle, opening one eye to peer up at him. “Damn, am I that good?”

Suguru smiles, chuckling. “Let's just say, I’m not ever letting them fire you.”

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GIRL

Got a commission of me and Suguru done and my GODDDD I am OBSESSED!!!! Yall please check out @gi_nanami on Twitter!!! So kind and patient and TALENTED! @ginanamis on Tumblr!!!

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Minnie, you sly sly girl! All the little favorites of mine that you sprinkled in here - the Sweater Weather candle, the pancakes and syrup, my two girls (who you somehow nailed! their personalities were spot on lol). Like this was perfection.

Suguru really reminded me of my sweet husband because that's all he did was make sure I was relaxing and getting whatever I wanted all day and keeping the girls busy decorating. So seeing Suguru doing all those things (and I say "seeing" deliberately because I truly felt like I was there and watching all this happen!) really was so good. You had me feeling like I was replaying a memory in my head!

You wrote Suguru so perfectly like his personality and his humor and his banter and even his facial expressions was just so well done! It truly felt so domestic and sweet. Him switching places with me during bath time 😭 just UGH. HE IS A HUSBANDDD

I cannot even begin to express the gratitude I have for you taking the time to write this, Minnie. It was an amazing gift that just blew my mind! I am so happy to know you, to call you a friend and to be able to enjoy the beautiful words you bring to the fandom. Thank you for reading SiL, for enjoying it enough to want to connect outside of AO3 and for continuing to prove how much of an incredible person you are! Let's keep learning more and more about each other and become even greater friends! THANK YOU MINNIE!!! ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @ayyy-pee, for your birthday!

Controlled Chaos

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Black fem!Reader Content tags: No curses AU, Girl Dad/Husband!Suguru, fluff, suggestiveness. Summary: In which it is your birthday and Suguru is on a mission. Or two. Or ten.

As you peeled off your silk eye mask and matching satin-lined sleep cap, bright sunlight pierced your blurry vision, a stark contrast to the usual mid-November morning dreariness.

While it took you a minute to make sense of this exceptional luminosity, you could immediately attribute the sudden warmth you felt to the body that had just shifted closer on the bed behind you, to the arm encircling your waist as it pulled you closer and to the hot breath that blew into your ear as it whispered:

“Sleep well?”

Your arm instinctively reached behind you in response, sliding up across his shoulder, your thumb lightly catching the earring that occupied his gauged ear on your way up to his nape as you pulled him closer while soothingly running your nails over the base of his neck.

“Only as little as you allowed me, Suguru.”

Your husband’s signature scoff preceded his retort. “That didn’t seem to be a problem last night. Besides, don’t you think I did a solid job putting you to sleep?”

“You mean after you left me exhausted and sore? Having no other choice, yes, I did eventually knock out.”

“Well, then you’ll accept the massage I have you booked for in an hour as my apology. For the soreness, that is. I’m not sorry for anything else.”

“Really. Tell me what kind of massage parlor is open at six in the-”

It was your own words that snapped you out of your disarmed haze as you reached over your nightstand, patting for your phone for longer than necessary, only to come up empty. You lifted your head to level with your bedside clock, which would have displayed the time had it not been flipped away from your view.

You flipped over, now decidedly alert, as you put two and two together. Your eyes met Suguru’s playful look, and you could immediately tell that he was reveling in your confusion. You noticed he was fully clothed and groomed. His glossy deep black locks were neatly pulled back into his trademark half-up bun, and he wore a deep grey sweatshirt and matching color sweatpants, pockets from which he produced your elusive phone, confirming with this gesture that you’d been the victim of yet another one of his sneaky plans.

“Suguru,” you started, your tone a cautious warning. “How long did you-”

“I let you sleep in because you both needed it and deserved it. Especially today of all days. And,” he raised his arms up in mock surrender, “I know what you said, but the girls and I really need you out of the house for about two hours. Don’t worry about the details. I’ve got everything under control today. So you will go to your eleven am massage and you will enjoy it. End of story.”

Your annoyance melted away as you put the remaining pieces of the puzzle together. Suguru had said his sentence with so much conviction, his narrowed eyes fixing yours in feigned authority, but you knew him well, well enough to sense him balancing over an invisible cliff as he awaited your reply.

“You know, it is my birthday. You can’t just order me around like this,” you said, a hint of playfulness emerging in your tone.

He took his opening as soon as he saw it, quick to flip you onto your back and to straddle your hips in one swift movement, quick to bring his face down to have his lips hovering just over yours, any hint of apprehension decidedly evaporated as his pupils shone in mischief as he spoke.

“You love it when I order you around,” he uttered his final words before he closed the distance between you.

It was too late for you, by the time you recognized the timbre into which his voice had slipped as the same low, husky, and commanding tone he’d adopted last night, and countless times prior, the one that still had your stomach clenching and your blood heating even in this moment, years since you’d first heard it, years since you’d first obeyed it.

You were far gone by the time his lips released yours and trailed down your chin to that one sensitive spot between your neck and exposed shoulder and bit down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp of his name from you.

“Daddy, Daddy! Is Mommy up yet?”

Confusion bled into chaos as you [lied] frozen, attempting to reorient yourself between your husband’s onslaught and the incessant knocking of your youngest daughter on your bedroom door.

“Mommy, wake up!” This time from your eldest, as the knocking intensified, followed by the distinctive sound of the handle being yanked.

“Alright Suguru, get off!” Your voiced panic came out as a harsh whisper as you attempted to push him off of you.

He pulled away from you but remained in position and firmly held both your hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He turned towards the door as the kids yanked the handle with increased force, but the door did not budge.

“Let us iiiin!” You heard your youngest chant in a sing-song tone.

Suguru turned back to lock his twinkling violet eyes with yours and his mouth twisting into that disarming smile of his. “See? Locked. Crisis averted,” he murmured. “Give us a miiiinute,” he called out immediately after, mimicking your daughter’s tone, without missing a beat, without so much as a minute shift of his expression.

He leaned down once more, placing a tender kiss over the area he’d sunk his teeth into just a minute ago, and whispered into your ear, his voice traveling straight to your core. “Though you should freshen up and hide those marks before I let them in here,” he stated plainly.

“You are a menace,” you said, almost too unconvincingly. “Get away from me,” you pushed him off, half-heartedly, and he let you do it this time, as he let out a chuckle.

“Don’t take too long, baby,” he called as you lifted yourself off the bed and headed towards your en suite bathroom, eager to regain some semblance of control over your flustered state. “Your massage is in less than an hour.”

“If I’m late to this appointment I didn’t know I had after sleeping in because of an alarm that was turned off in sabotage, I’ll know exactly who to blame,” you said as you entered the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you, but not quick enough not to hear Suguru’s snickering.

“I swear he’s so annoying sometimes,” you thought to yourself, as you leaned against the door and took a deep breath to collect yourself from the roller-coaster of emotions you’d just gone through.

But as you heard the excitement in your children’s voices as their father opened the door asking for you, as you listened to the doting tone in which he’d successfully convinced them to patiently wait for you in the living room as you got ready, and as you tuned into the silly idle conversation the three of them had seamlessly slipped into, you remembered the gradual shift along the years whereby annoying became tolerable.

After a quick shower and an express version of your usual skincare routine, you were delighted to join a rather calm family. Almost too calm. When you crouched down and greeted both of your daughters with a hug, they returned it politely before re-assuming their positions on the sofa, bringing their attention back to the show they were watching.

Suguru came up behind you just as you rose back up, brushing one hand over your waist, handing you an energy bar with the other.

“Sorry you won’t have time for a full breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. You better make it up to me,” you said just as his phone buzzed. You took a bite from your bar and watched out of the corner of your eye as he frowned slightly at the notification, typing a hasty reply before shoving his phone into his pocket.

“I will,” he finally replied, his gaze returning, his vulpine smile returned, almost making you doubt it had ever wavered. “I’ll make it up to you at lunch.”

“Oh, I better be on my way, then.”

You scarfed the second half of your bar and began gathering your things. You grabbed your bag, and he handed you your keys; you slipped into your shoes as he positioned himself behind you, holding up your light jacket to help you wear it. You engaged in an effortless choreography that reflected your years of coexistence.

“Girls, I’ll see you later!” you called out.

“See you!” they called back in unison.

You walked out to your car, and he followed you out, waiting until you were seated before bending down to give you a light peck on the forehead.

“Enjoy your massage,” he said before pulling away.

“Thank you,” you replied, and he gently shut the door. You hesitated before pushing down the window. “Hey, you have nothing to make up for, by the way. You know I was joking. I really appreciate all this.”

“Yeah, you better,” he said with a playful wink, to which you responded by rolling your eyes.

You did genuinely mean it when you voiced your appreciation. But it wasn’t until you were lying on the massage table breathing the calming aroma of lavender oil as the masseuse targeted tension areas you didn’t even know you had that you finally basked in absolute gratitude.

Your two-hour session felt more like twenty minutes, and you couldn’t quite tell whether you’d fallen asleep and for how long. You were still in a blissful daze when you returned to your car and Suguru’s incoming call came through your speakers.

“How’d it go?” He asked as soon as you picked up.

“It was so delightful. I desperately needed that.”

“I know you di-” he cut off, and when you heard his voice again, it came out muffled. “Scissors? Sweetie, I don’t know. Ask your sister. I’m pretty sure she’s the one who last had them.”

As you imagined the chaotic scene unfolding at home, you couldn’t hold in your laugh.

“You sound busy over there. Do you need me out for longer? I’m more than happy to go get brunch or-”

“No. Don’t. Come straight home.” his reply came out tense.

“Alright, alright. God forbid a girl wants some pancakes on her birthday.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to snap. It’s just… we need the car to run some last-minute errands. Birthday-related errands. You know how it is.”

“Aw poor Suguru, it’s way early in the day for the girls to drive you insane,” you said in mock pity.  

“They’re not the problem,” you heard him mutter under his breath, just low enough for you to discern.

“Anyway, promise made, promise kept. I have a nice something ready for you when you return,” he added, his voice finding its regular inflection.

“I’m speeding home!”

“Please do- Hey! No running with the scissors! Be safe…- That includes you, racer girl.”

“Vroom, vroom!”

You could feel the exasperation in the sigh released by Suguru before you hung up. Few things could destabilize the man who always seemed to have the upper hand. But you knew him well, and you knew how he could get when things started to spiral out of his tightly held control, and sometimes, you took pleasure in adding to the chaos, just to tease him. As you pulled into the road still giggling like a child, you realized that it was your turn to be annoying.

A large Happy Birthday banner, some colorful streamers, and two very excited daughters awaited you at home. You were genuinely impressed at the progress they’d made in the short time you were out. And you let them know as much, sharing their excitement as they each walked you around and showed you what they’d contributed.

When they finally let you breathe for a moment, you found Suguru in the kitchen area, putting the finishing touches on a spinach, tomato, and feta egg frittata.

“Girls, get ready, five minutes, just like we agreed,” he called out to the kids in a stern tone.

You snaked your arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

“I am both tired and starving. This is perfect,” you said as you exhaled into his back.

“I thought we could swap breakfast in bed for lunch in bed.”

You watched curiously as he led you towards your bedroom with one hand, bringing your plated meal along in his other.

You spotted a small breakfast tray sitting on wooden legs on your side of the bed, a cup of orange juice, and a small bowl of fruit already placed atop it. On the other side of the bed, a plush, turquoise-colored bathrobe was laid out along with a matching colored set of slippers. Four candles were spread throughout the room, two on each nightstand and two on the dresser. You immediately recognized the woodsy notes of Sweater Weather, your favorite. The combination of candlelight and what was now an overcast sky outside made for a lighting ambiance that could rival that of a cozy spa. You were touched and a bit speechless.

“Suguru…”

He led you to the bed and carefully lifted the tray to allow you to settle in before placing it back over you, this time with the plate as well.

“I would have put on some music, but I know that you’ll be turning on that show as soon as I step out of here.”

“You know me so well! I’m almost behind a full season, so you best believe I’m catching up today!” You took a generous bite out of the frittata and closed your eyes as you savoured it. With the hectic manner in which your days were going, having time for yourself was perhaps the best gift you could ever ask for.

“Thanks for this,” you started as you opened your eyes to witness him glaring at his phone, so immersed that you thought that he didn’t hear you. “Hey, everything good?”

“All good,” he said in his best attempt to school himself back to neutrality. You fixed him, unconvinced by what was clearly a lie. “Nothing to worry about!” He added, a bit more convincingly this time. “I’ve prepped everything for a bath. You just need to run the water when you’re ready.”

He leaned into you and placed a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering, “I’ll buy you about three hours.”

He left the room, closing the door behind him and you heard him calling out for the children.

“Okay,” is all you could reply after he was already gone. You washed away any lingering thoughts about Suguru’s odd behavior down with a sip of orange juice. By the time you heard the front door close and the silence of the house settled in, you had made the mental migration towards the images on your bedroom television and on the storyline you’d desperately wanted to see conclude.

For the second time that day, you could relax.

You were still in the bathtub, not realizing that three hours had almost turned to four, when the familiar cacophonous sounds of what you could only imagine being two very energetic children traveled up to your ears and pulled you out of your reverie.

When you joined them downstairs, you found the girls donning their party hats, and they hurriedly rushed to help you wear your own.

“Daddy, come on, she’s here. It’s time to sing!” your youngest exclaimed.

Suguru brought the cake, red velvet, with a single large candle in the middle.

They all sang you happy birthday as you sat there, beaming.

Birthdays or any kind of family celebration could be overwhelming at times, especially after the children came. But moments like these made it all worth it, moments for which you wouldn’t trade anything in the world.

You loved the habit you and Suguru had slipped into during moments like these. You’d often exchange a knowing glance at something silly one of the kids would say, or a light chuckle at some of the more creative drawings your youngest would present to you, as you gracefully asked her to explain what exactly it was you were looking at. Today, however, on more occasions than you’d care to admit, your sidelong glance at your husband would not be met, entirely preoccupied by whatever he was tinkering with on his mobile.

At some point, while you were playing a round of charades, and just as he was about to act out his phrase, Suguru’s phone vibrated. He picked it up immediately without preamble, and you watched him disappear into the hallway, just barely catching the words he’d harshly uttered.

“No, that’s not the one. Like I said, it should say it clearly on the label,” you didn’t need to know who he was talking to or what he was talking about to recognize the hint of frustration simmering just beneath the surface of his tone.

“We need him to finish the round,” your eldest daughter said, matter-of-factly, a mannerism she’d undoubtedly picked up from her father.

“I think he might be busy for a while. Why don’t you girls help me clean up and we can get ready for bath time?”

You were grateful for your energetic daughters, who each took turns revealing every detail about what went into the preparation for your celebration. Without this distraction, you imagined you’d be racking your brain even more than you already were, wondering what was up with Suguru. Was it something work related? Was he hiding some bad news he didn’t want to break to you yet?

“Mommy?” You'd since slipped into autopilot as you helped your youngest get settled in the bath when her voice finally broke you out of your contemplation.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you tell Daddy that we have butter and bacon?”

“Tell him we have butter and bacon?” you repeated, in an attempt to decipher whatever silliness she was on about this time.

“Yes, tell him I checked the fridge and we have butter and bacon and found them.”

“Butter and bacon…” you repeated, perplexed at what she could possibly be referring to, barring the actual butter sticks and slices of turkey bacon you kept in the fridge. “Alright, I’ll tell hi-”

You felt a waft of cold air as the bathroom door opened behind you.

“Daddy!” Your daughter exclaimed.

You rose from your crouching position and turned around, almost bumping into Suguru, who gently but firmly repositioned you behind him as he took your place near the edge of the bathtub.

“I’m sorry, that took so long,” he muttered. “I got it from here. Please, go relax.”

“I’ll relax once you tell me what’s going on, Suguru. You’ve been preoccupied all day. Talk to me.”

“Believe me when I say that it is nothing for you to worry about.”

“No matter how much you say that, I’m kinda worried now.”

Suguru turned to look at your daughter as though he’d just remembered that she was present and very much engrossed in your exchange. His eyes softened as he turned back to anchor yours.

“I left two glasses and that bottle of wine in our room. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”

“Alright, fine.” You begrudgingly relented, finding solace in the fact that he’d definitely have to come clean as soon as you two were alone.

About an hour later, Suguru found you in your room, absentmindedly skimming over words from a book whose story hadn’t fully registered in your haze. You lifted your eyes to observe a decidedly more relaxed version of your husband.

“They’re finally tucked in.” His words were as light as his newfound demeanour.

“Hmm. Was it really that bad?”

“The stress of handling the kids solo all day added to whatever you’ve got going on in that damn phone?”

Suguru scoffed as he slowly made his way towards you. you baseline

“I take great offence in your insinuation that I can’t handle the girls alone. They love Daddy time, by the way.”

“Okay, so not the kids, then. The other thing.”

He stopped in front of you and gently removed the wine glass from your hand before bringing it up to his mouth and downing the rest in one shot. But you knew Suguru. All too well. You knew that beneath this mock domineering move was a desire to buy some time; that beneath the gesture of bringing your glass to his mouth was a method to conceal the uncontrolled micro expression from his face, the one that revealed that you’d successfully trapped him with his own words.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

“You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on Sugu-”

“I am. I’m doing it right now, trust me. Now, close your eyes.”

You felt the unmistakable silky texture of the tie that doubled as your go-to blindfold, the one that had served as the catalyst for last night’s passionate events as it had countless times before. You could feel his even breath behind you as it slid over your eyes and he fastened it behind your head.

“Suguru! Now is not the time for-”

“One last surprise. For you, this will arguably be better than whatever it is you’re imagining.”

He guided you to stand and slip back into your slippers and walked you out of the room. You giggled as he spun you a few times before he guided you to your destination. His attempt to disorient you was in vain because you weren’t fooled; you knew by the way your slippers slid over the linoleum that you were in the dining room.

Then his phone vibrated, bringing you back to the explanation he still owed you.

You opened your mouth to protest, but his warm voice into your left ear damn near made you forget what you were about to say.

“I promise you, this is the final time you’ll hear my phone ringing tonight. Wait here. I need to get something from the car.”

You heard him step backward, and you mentally mapped out where you were in the room. Wherever he was going, it wasn’t to the car, and you knew it. He was probably going to tell you, but you didn’t want to wait anymore. You carefully slid backward, using your hands to orient yourself to the nearest window. You twisted the latch and sure enough, you heard not one but two voices. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying over the low roar of a car engine which you assumed belonged to your visitor, but you could distinguish Suguru’s low voice from the other boisterous one that could only belong to one person on this planet.

So maybe it is a work thing, you thought to yourself, as you shut the window and shuffled your way back to your best guess at your original spot.

You heard the front door reopen and felt Suguru’s presence behind you a second later. He set down whatever it is he’d retrieved from his not-so-secret guest, before you felt his fingers slide underneath the blindfold and pull it off your eyes.

It took you a few seconds for your eyes to get accustomed to the relatively bright dining room lighting.

Your mouth tugged into a genuine smile as you took in the sprawl laid out on the table.

A large plate in the middle of two smaller ones, its contents covered in aluminum foil. But the aroma you could now associate with a visual was unmistakable.

Buttermilk pancakes.

“Hmm. You were right,” you said as you turned around to face him. “This is better than the other thing.”

“Lunch in bed, breakfast for dinner. It’s all out of order, but I’d like to think that this chaotic day was mostly in control.” he said as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Control. Really?” you said as you took your seat. “Since you didn’t invite him in, did you at least thank him?”

“Thank who?”

“Whoever delivered this butter and bacon syrup?”

“How much more can I thank the delivery app guy?” he said elusively before a spark of confusion hit him as he acknowledged the second half of your sentence. “Also, butter and bacon? Wait… that’s not what it says on the label, right?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at his confusion and at the fact that, for the first time today, he was the one who was completely baffled. And all he could do was sit there and watch with a nervous smile and a look that screamed wtf is happening?

“You’ve really relegated your best friend to ‘delivery app guy’. I wonder how he’ll react when I tell him.”

“Ugh. So you did hear him.”

“How could I not? It’s Gojo Satoru we’re talking about.”

And then it was like the dam broke. With the cat out of the bag, Suguru finally slipped off his mask and launched into a monologue.

“I looked for that syrup all over the place. Did you know that even if you specify, in capitalized letters, mind you, the flavor you want, that some of these delivery app shoppers will simply ignore the instructions and bring you whatever? I must have gone or attempted to order from every single grocery store in this city.”

You held up the syrup bottle, its label spelled ‘butter and pecan’, your favorite.

“Our poor daughter thinks you’ve been obsessed with butter and bacon all day.”

“Butter and bacon… So that’s where that comes from?” He exclaimed.

“I asked Satoru for help and I’ll never make that mistake again. He made me play his twisted version of twenty-one one questions before deciding to tell me just an hour ago that he had the equivalent of the country’s inventory of this flavor stashed in his pantry.”

“I know he has a sweet tooth, but that is insane!”

“He is insane. No syrup is that good.”

“Oh, he trolled you good, huh?”

Suguru gave you a side-eye as he stacked your plate with a few pancakes.

“Hey, I’m on your side,” you said as you raised your hands up in mock surrender. “But I have to laugh a little bit, right? A bottle of syrup had you stressed like this all day? Here I thought the world was ending. Off some syrup?”

“I don’t want to hear the words butter and pecan for a while,” he sighed.

“Well. I appreciate the effort you put into it,” you started as you poured the syrup over your serving. “It’s very sweet of you.”

He fixed you in mock suspicion, ready for what he knew you’d inevitably throw at him next.

“Sweet like this syrup,” you said as you doubled over with laughter, releasing the tension from the evening as you enjoyed the smile that Suguru could not contain.

“I’m letting you have this one today. Happy birthday, my angel.”

A/N: To the lovely Lexi, I wish you a very happy birthday and a fantastic year ahead! When I first started reading SiL on AO3 over a year ago, I’d never imagined ever connecting with its author the way we did here on Tumblr, let alone as a fellow fanfic writer! I’m so grateful that our shared appreciation for Nanami brought us together; you epitomize positivity and kindness, and it is always such a pleasure chatting JJK with you. Never change. Thank you for being you! 💜 (And I hope I did your mans justice lmaoo)