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Crystal Clear

mdni <3, suggestive, friends to lovers, slow burn, etc

It goes without saying that Suguru is one hundred percent a fuckboy. He has a new girl every other week, rarely choosing to stick to one partner after the second or third time they've fucked around. It's pointless. Suguru gets what he needs for a little bit and when he gets bored he moves on to someone else, simple. So of course when he gets paired with this cute number for his final project for the semester, he decides he has to have her. You're just the cutest thing, wide eyed and expressive.

Except...after the first two meetups you show no interest, seemingly ignorant to his advances, happy to work on the project and talk about anything. There's clearly more to you than your exterior; He sees it in the way you choose your words carefully around him, an emotion he can't place hidden somewhere deep in your soul, and your eyes too expressive for him not to notice. Naturally Suguru just has to find out if you're as interesting as he hopes you are.

It's not until after you've met up twice a week for two months that Suguru realizes you've somehow become...friends.

Of course it happened gradually, after the third time you'd met up and he had (very smoothly if he must say) gotten you to accept an invite to "do some research" at the house he shared with satoru. Satoru ended up barging in in the midst of your studying, boisterous as always and invited you out with their friend group for the weekend.

You naturally accepted, keen to get closer to your new friend and let loose for the weekend after working your ass off as usual. Who wouldn't be?

Suguru of course, leaps at the opportunity to get you as inebriated as possible. Just who were you under that carefully crafted exterior you liked to wear? and so, he makes a childish bet with you under the guise of "seeing if you can get down with the big dawgs" and you in your pride had not turned down the challenge.

You barely remember the night, but you know it ended with all of his friend's numbers in your phone and you and Suguru feeling closer to one another.

Funnily enough, somehow Suguru had forgotten his original intentions with you since that night, filling his appetite with other easier ladies. Yet he had found himself content to hang out with you, even if it was just chilling out at his and doing absolutely nothing. It's just as he's noticing how much your presence comforts him and he values your friendship that he remembers...in the middle of you talking about a guy you had hooked up with. "-and he was just so loud! like you would've thought he was dying or something...which is crazy because, like, hellooo we're in a dorm that you share? at least have some respect for the other people who live here! and that's another thing, did i mention that his roommate asked-"

"-you out right after? yes. i think that's the third time now," thank God for Shoko, cutting your ramblings off with a teasing grin. She leans back against the patio couch, cigarette hanging limply from her mouth, scent of tobacco in the air. "just tell me, how was it out of ten?" she drawls Suguru, not so discreetly listening in from his spot leaning against the banister, turns his head to face you for the first time since the conversation started, eyes keenly watching your facial expression when you roll your eyes up to think, pursing your lips. The cool spring air blows the outdoor curtains inward, the leaves blowing a comforting background to friendly conversations. "eh, 'bout a five i guess? about the same," you reply after a beat, shrugging and taking a long swig of your drink. Suguru absently follows suit, his buzz starting to blur between drunk and not quite there. It's not until Shoko speaks up again that he realizes the implications of what you'd said. "the same as what?" she leans forward, discreetly cutting her eyes to gauge Suguru's reaction, a subtle raising of her brows at him making him squint his eyes at her, to which she flips him off. He knew he shouldn't have told her about you when you first met. shit.

"um, as..always?" you wipe your mouth after you've finished gulping down the rest of your beverage, blinking slowly as you set the can on the table. "i dunno, like the same as everyone else s'been, y'know?" your words feel like honey in your mouth, licking your lips when you look back to Shoko, her eyes intense and calculating. "you mean to tell me, of all the people you've had sex with, you rate every single one of them a five?" Shoko's disbelief is evident in her tone, a slight slur in her words form her own inebriated state.

Suguru scoffs, you wouldn't have that problem if you were with him.

wait, what?

Shoko laughs incredulously when you respond with a drunken "well, there've been some zeros", a thoughtful pout on your lips.

When you lean your head back against your chair, Shoko looks at Suguru fiercely and he bristles, walking over to pick up the discarded bottles and cans from the table. "that's just wrong," he shakes his head, taking the trash inside, your drunken giggle following him as he leaves.

five out of ten? every time? just what kind of guys were you letting fuck you? he could have you shaking before he even pulled his dick out, couldn’t you see that? why hadn’t you come to him?

he's just finished sorting the recyclables when he hears you and shoko walk into the house, closing the sliding door behind you and sprawling on the couch together. "it's not even that i don't find sex enjoyable, it's just like, a lot of work. and clearly i don't trust these dudes -which, yes, is a deeper issue all on its own- but it's not like i'm bagging sex gods or anything either, y'know..." you trail off for a moment, and Suguru walks in to see the two of you cuddled up on the couch, you laying on Shoko's chest. "ugh! i should just go for a girl.." you mumble, Shoko's boisterous laugh jostling the two of you, looking over your head to wiggle her brows at Suguru as if to say 'mma steal yo girl'. Suguru rolls his eyes, cocking his hip. You suddenly look up from Shoko's chest, a pout on your pretty lips as you look up at him. "Suguruuu, lemme stay over, i'm too drunk." you whine, looking up at him through your lashes. He hums, cocking a brow unimpressed. "what's the magic word?" hand to his ear as if he couldn't hear. you jump from your perch on top of Shoko, pushing off of her stomach and ignorant to the "oof" she groans out, stumbling over to Suguru, you crane your neck to look at him, hands together pleadingly. "pretty please? oh benevolent and kind soul would you please allow me to stay over?" you beg dramatically. from this angle, this close, Suguru can make note of the flush on your cheeks, pretty lips pouting as you beg. your brows upturned prettily and eyes glassy from the haze of alcohol. he can almost imagine you exactly like this on your knees in front of him, begging him to fuck your throat with his cock until you're crying for real. He feels his cock give a weak twitch in his pants, the alcohol swimming in his blood preventing the heat coiling in his stomach from having too much of an effect on him.

Suguru blinks rapidly to clear the image from his mind, clearing his throat and smiling sharply down at you, apples of his cheeks turning his eyes to crescents. "you may, insisgnificant peon." Your loud whoop makes him wince, though the expression easily melts from his face when you're throwing your hands in the air and wrapping them around his body, his large arms dwarfing your figure.

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An hour later finds you and Suguru cleaning up the remnants of your little get together, Shoko having just left to her own place. Him washing the dishes and you drying. You'd made it your mission to focus on your task diligently, lest you look down at how his forearms flex, the veins of his hands popping under the translucent soap suds that stick to him.

You're still pleasantly buzzed from earlier, swaying to the soft music playing from the television and humming along to the tune. You've just finished with the plate in your hand when you turn back to Suguru for the next, not noticing that he'd already finished and turned the sink off, dark eyes watching you intently. "what. is there something on my face?" you ask absently, drying your hands on the towel and turning to hang it over its hook. You look back to Suguru when you see the motion of his head shaking from your peripheral. "you okay? what're you all quiet for?" your brows furrow in concern, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm comfortingly. He's quiet, eyes flicking over your face in a moment that seems to drag on forever, an emotion you can't place starts to unfurl in your chest and you nibble at the inside of your lip nervously. "s'nothin, you need some clothes to sleep in?" he finally murmurs, tucking a tuft of his bangs behind his ear. He steps to the side of you, walking past to the direction of his room. You follow behind, replaying the moment over in your head before brushing it off, "yes, please." standing in the doorway of his bedroom as he gathers a tee shirt and some large pants for you to sleep in. you take advantage of the fact that he can't quite see you from where he's reaching into his closet, watching closely at how his hair cascades over his back, inky black looking so soft to the touch. he turns back just as your eyes trail over the side profile of his face, only having a moment to admire the slope of his nose and the way his pillowy lips-

"here, you can change in here." he says softly, pushing the fabrics into your arms and touching your arm as he grazes passed you to exit the room, closing the door with a soft click.

once you've finished changing and used some of his mouthwash, you step out of the room, walking over to where he sits on the plush couch, already with blanket and pillow set out. he glances up from his phone, smiling softly. "ready for bed? you can take my room after i finish changing yeah?" he stands, but before he can walk past you, you grab his arm gently, "you don't have to do that Sug, i'll be fine on the couch." you argue, breath hitching when he presses into your space, large hands coming up to rub your shoulders soothingly. "of course not, i'll take the couch, and you take my bed." he tries in a tone that implies he won't take no for an answer. but, you're stubborn and a little drunk, so naturally you put up a fight.

"no way, dude. it's your bed and i like the couch," your brow ticks in annoyance, looking up at him with a small pout and scowl, almost faltering at the way his eyes seem to darken at your back talk, but standing your ground nonetheless. there's a tense moment of silence, the two of you engaged in a heated staring contest when the corner of his mouth twitches and he steps back from your space with scoff. without another word, he walks into his room and shuts the door, and you smile in triumph before slipping under the blanket on the couch and getting comfortable. your eyes flick up at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open, him now having changed into his sleeping clothes, hair taken down from his ponytail. you watch from your bundle on the couch as he stalks over to you slowly, coming around the couch to stand over you. leaning back to look up at him, you only have a moment to open your mouth to speak when the blanket is ripped from your body, a screech leaving your throat when you're tugged up off of the couch and thrown over his shoulder. "Suguru what the fuck! put me down you scoundrel," you slap at his back and kick your legs, attempting to squirm from atop his shoulder when you're thrown unceremoniously onto his bed, landing with an "oof". you sit up angrily, ready to give him a piece of your mind when a large hand shoves at your shoulder, effectively pinning you to the bed. you look up to see Suture kneeling above you, his long hair hanging like curtains over your face, some long strands tickling your neck. his hand is hot through your borrowed shirt, pressing his weight against you to keep you down. he speaks clearly, minty fresh breath fanning over your face when he leans in close "you. sleep on. the bed. got it?" he looks down through the curtain of his hair, eyes dark and jaw clenched. your mouth hangs open in shock, swallowing hard at the way his eyes bore into your own, hard as steel.

"alright then," you breathe, feeling your face warm at the slight growl that had creeped into his voice, and if it weren't for the heavy hand on your shoulder the look in his eyes would've frozen you in place. he smiles softly, sitting back and taking his hand off of you, getting off the bed and walking towards the bedroom door. "goodnight." he says over his shoulder, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

after a stunned beat, you crawl beneath the covers, the scent of Suguru permeating your senses as you snuggle into his pillow. you replay the moment in your head, thinking back to how his voice had sounded when he commanded you to do as he asked, the look in his eyes sending a thrill up your spine, heat once again coiling in the pit of your stomach. you whisper into the dark room, gripping the comforter tightly.

"what the fuck."

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to be continued :3

[minniture]

Crystal Clear

mdni <3, suggestive, friends to lovers, slow burn, etc

It goes without saying that Suguru is one hundred percent a fuckboy. He has a new girl every other week, rarely choosing to stick to one partner after the second or third time they've fucked around. It's pointless. Suguru gets what he needs for a little bit and when he gets bored he moves on to someone else, simple. So of course when he gets paired with this cute number for his final project for the semester, he decides he has to have her. You're just the cutest thing, wide eyed and expressive.

Except...after the first two meetups you show no interest, seemingly ignorant to his advances, happy to work on the project and talk about anything. There's clearly more to you than your exterior; He sees it in the way you choose your words carefully around him, an emotion he can't place hidden somewhere deep in your soul, and your eyes too expressive for him not to notice. Naturally Suguru just has to find out if you're as interesting as he hopes you are.

It's not until after you've met up twice a week for two months that Suguru realizes you've somehow become...friends.

Of course it happened gradually, after the third time you'd met up and he had (very smoothly if he must say) gotten you to accept an invite to "do some research" at the house he shared with satoru. Satoru ended up barging in in the midst of your studying, boisterous as always and invited you out with their friend group for the weekend.

You naturally accepted, keen to get closer to your new friend and let loose for the weekend after working your ass off as usual. Who wouldn't be?

Suguru of course, leaps at the opportunity to get you as inebriated as possible. Just who were you under that carefully crafted exterior you liked to wear? and so, he makes a childish bet with you under the guise of "seeing if you can get down with the big dawgs" and you in your pride had not turned down the challenge.

You barely remember the night, but you know it ended with all of his friend's numbers in your phone and you and Suguru feeling closer to one another.

Funnily enough, somehow Suguru had forgotten his original intentions with you since that night, filling his appetite with other easier ladies. Yet he had found himself content to hang out with you, even if it was just chilling out at his and doing absolutely nothing. It's just as he's noticing how much your presence comforts him and he values your friendship that he remembers...in the middle of you talking about a guy you had hooked up with. "-and he was just so loud! like you would've thought he was dying or something...which is crazy because, like, hellooo we're in a dorm that you share? at least have some respect for the other people who live here! and that's another thing, did i mention that his roommate asked-"

"-you out right after? yes. i think that's the third time now," thank God for Shoko, cutting your ramblings off with a teasing grin. She leans back against the patio couch, cigarette hanging limply from her mouth, scent of tobacco in the air. "just tell me, how was it out of ten?" she drawls Suguru, not so discreetly listening in from his spot leaning against the banister, turns his head to face you for the first time since the conversation started, eyes keenly watching your facial expression when you roll your eyes up to think, pursing your lips. The cool spring air blows the outdoor curtains inward, the leaves blowing a comforting background to friendly conversations. "eh, 'bout a five i guess? about the same," you reply after a beat, shrugging and taking a long swig of your drink. Suguru absently follows suit, his buzz starting to blur between drunk and not quite there. It's not until Shoko speaks up again that he realizes the implications of what you'd said. "the same as what?" she leans forward, discreetly cutting her eyes to gauge Suguru's reaction, a subtle raising of her brows at him making him squint his eyes at her, to which she flips him off. He knew he shouldn't have told her about you when you first met. shit.

"um, as..always?" you wipe your mouth after you've finished gulping down the rest of your beverage, blinking slowly as you set the can on the table. "i dunno, like the same as everyone else s'been, y'know?" your words feel like honey in your mouth, licking your lips when you look back to Shoko, her eyes intense and calculating. "you mean to tell me, of all the people you've had sex with, you rate every single one of them a five?" Shoko's disbelief is evident in her tone, a slight slur in her words form her own inebriated state.

Suguru scoffs, you wouldn't have that problem if you were with him.

wait, what?

Shoko laughs incredulously when you respond with a drunken "well, there've been some zeros", a thoughtful pout on your lips.

When you lean your head back against your chair, Shoko looks at Suguru fiercely and he bristles, walking over to pick up the discarded bottles and cans from the table. "that's just wrong," he shakes his head, taking the trash inside, your drunken giggle following him as he leaves.

five out of ten? every time? just what kind of guys were you letting fuck you? he could have you shaking before he even pulled his dick out, couldn’t you see that? why hadn’t you come to him?

he's just finished sorting the recyclables when he hears you and shoko walk into the house, closing the sliding door behind you and sprawling on the couch together. "it's not even that i don't find sex enjoyable, it's just like, a lot of work. and clearly i don't trust these dudes -which, yes, is a deeper issue all on its own- but it's not like i'm bagging sex gods or anything either, y'know..." you trail off for a moment, and Suguru walks in to see the two of you cuddled up on the couch, you laying on Shoko's chest. "ugh! i should just go for a girl.." you mumble, Shoko's boisterous laugh jostling the two of you, looking over your head to wiggle her brows at Suguru as if to say 'mma steal yo girl'. Suguru rolls his eyes, cocking his hip. You suddenly look up from Shoko's chest, a pout on your pretty lips as you look up at him. "Suguruuu, lemme stay over, i'm too drunk." you whine, looking up at him through your lashes. He hums, cocking a brow unimpressed. "what's the magic word?" hand to his ear as if he couldn't hear. you jump from your perch on top of Shoko, pushing off of her stomach and ignorant to the "oof" she groans out, stumbling over to Suguru, you crane your neck to look at him, hands together pleadingly. "pretty please? oh benevolent and kind soul would you please allow me to stay over?" you beg dramatically. from this angle, this close, Suguru can make note of the flush on your cheeks, pretty lips pouting as you beg. your brows upturned prettily and eyes glassy from the haze of alcohol. he can almost imagine you exactly like this on your knees in front of him, begging him to fuck your throat with his cock until you're crying for real. He feels his cock give a weak twitch in his pants, the alcohol swimming in his blood preventing the heat coiling in his stomach from having too much of an effect on him.

Suguru blinks rapidly to clear the image from his mind, clearing his throat and smiling sharply down at you, apples of his cheeks turning his eyes to crescents. "you may, insisgnificant peon." Your loud whoop makes him wince, though the expression easily melts from his face when you're throwing your hands in the air and wrapping them around his body, his large arms dwarfing your figure.

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An hour later finds you and Suguru cleaning up the remnants of your little get together, Shoko having just left to her own place. Him washing the dishes and you drying. You'd made it your mission to focus on your task diligently, lest you look down at how his forearms flex, the veins of his hands popping under the translucent soap suds that stick to him.

You're still pleasantly buzzed from earlier, swaying to the soft music playing from the television and humming along to the tune. You've just finished with the plate in your hand when you turn back to Suguru for the next, not noticing that he'd already finished and turned the sink off, dark eyes watching you intently. "what. is there something on my face?" you ask absently, drying your hands on the towel and turning to hang it over its hook. You look back to Suguru when you see the motion of his head shaking from your peripheral. "you okay? what're you all quiet for?" your brows furrow in concern, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm comfortingly. He's quiet, eyes flicking over your face in a moment that seems to drag on forever, an emotion you can't place starts to unfurl in your chest and you nibble at the inside of your lip nervously. "s'nothin, you need some clothes to sleep in?" he finally murmurs, tucking a tuft of his bangs behind his ear. He steps to the side of you, walking past to the direction of his room. You follow behind, replaying the moment over in your head before brushing it off, "yes, please." standing in the doorway of his bedroom as he gathers a tee shirt and some large pants for you to sleep in. you take advantage of the fact that he can't quite see you from where he's reaching into his closet, watching closely at how his hair cascades over his back, inky black looking so soft to the touch. he turns back just as your eyes trail over the side profile of his face, only having a moment to admire the slope of his nose and the way his pillowy lips-

"here, you can change in here." he says softly, pushing the fabrics into your arms and touching your arm as he grazes passed you to exit the room, closing the door with a soft click.

once you've finished changing and used some of his mouthwash, you step out of the room, walking over to where he sits on the plush couch, already with blanket and pillow set out. he glances up from his phone, smiling softly. "ready for bed? you can take my room after i finish changing yeah?" he stands, but before he can walk past you, you grab his arm gently, "you don't have to do that Sug, i'll be fine on the couch." you argue, breath hitching when he presses into your space, large hands coming up to rub your shoulders soothingly. "of course not, i'll take the couch, and you take my bed." he tries in a tone that implies he won't take no for an answer. but, you're stubborn and a little drunk, so naturally you put up a fight.

"no way, dude. it's your bed and i like the couch," your brow ticks in annoyance, looking up at him with a small pout and scowl, almost faltering at the way his eyes seem to darken at your back talk, but standing your ground nonetheless. there's a tense moment of silence, the two of you engaged in a heated staring contest when the corner of his mouth twitches and he steps back from your space with scoff. without another word, he walks into his room and shuts the door, and you smile in triumph before slipping under the blanket on the couch and getting comfortable. your eyes flick up at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open, him now having changed into his sleeping clothes, hair taken down from his ponytail. you watch from your bundle on the couch as he stalks over to you slowly, coming around the couch to stand over you. leaning back to look up at him, you only have a moment to open your mouth to speak when the blanket is ripped from your body, a screech leaving your throat when you're tugged up off of the couch and thrown over his shoulder. "Suguru what the fuck! put me down you scoundrel," you slap at his back and kick your legs, attempting to squirm from atop his shoulder when you're thrown unceremoniously onto his bed, landing with an "oof". you sit up angrily, ready to give him a piece of your mind when a large hand shoves at your shoulder, effectively pinning you to the bed. you look up to see Suture kneeling above you, his long hair hanging like curtains over your face, some long strands tickling your neck. his hand is hot through your borrowed shirt, pressing his weight against you to keep you down. he speaks clearly, minty fresh breath fanning over your face when he leans in close "you. sleep on. the bed. got it?" he looks down through the curtain of his hair, eyes dark and jaw clenched. your mouth hangs open in shock, swallowing hard at the way his eyes bore into your own, hard as steel.

"alright then," you breathe, feeling your face warm at the slight growl that had creeped into his voice, and if it weren't for the heavy hand on your shoulder the look in his eyes would've frozen you in place. he smiles softly, sitting back and taking his hand off of you, getting off the bed and walking towards the bedroom door. "goodnight." he says over his shoulder, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

after a stunned beat, you crawl beneath the covers, the scent of Suguru permeating your senses as you snuggle into his pillow. you replay the moment in your head, thinking back to how his voice had sounded when he commanded you to do as he asked, the look in his eyes sending a thrill up your spine, heat once again coiling in the pit of your stomach. heart hammering in your chest, you whisper into the dark room, gripping the comforter tightly.

"what the fuck."

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to be continued :3