tracing skin with suguru geto.
face resting comfortably on suguru's chest, you were almost drowsing off because of his thin and long fingers tracing random shapes over your chilly skin. eyes half lidded, your brain wasn't putting much effort to guess what he was drawing. anyway, suguru wasn't putting much effort into his drawings either.
“a star?” you guessed right, rewarded by a soft chuckle of his own. one that you could listen to for years.
“let me complex things up,” hand slightly under the hem of your shirt, he started to trace another shape over the small of your back.
it lasted not enough time, if you were being honest. his cold fingers could stay forever mapping your already freezing body without you complaining. his hands should be stuck here, right under your shirt, cautious and gentle.
“oh, it's words now ?” you mumbled tiredly, feeling your name being drawn on your back. “mhm, it's soothing me,” he whispered, his voice sounding dangerously warm.
your legs entangled, breathing in sync, his abs under your belly, everything felt intimate. it was so him, making simple gestures feel like your stomach was exploding. but suguru’s natural softness made it easier.
his way of talking tenderly, of brushing your skin with attention but without making you feel uncomfortable. he never touched you deliberately, always with care. as if you would break too easily if he dared to.
the best thing he often did (or the worst, since it made your body burn each time) was smiling. nothing more. just smiling. it was enough to set your mind on fire.
his lips, thin and pinkish, turning upwards into the most precious smile ever— just for you. all of his actions felt special, because you were special. he made sure you were aware of it. either with small touches or actions, it never got unnoticed by your friends. you were his priority.
the warmth of his body was still enveloping yours despite the coldness of his fingers over your skin, and you weren't as focused on his mindless drawings he was tracing on you as you were earlier.
though, the way he traced your spine slowly made you shiver, which made a calm laugh escape suguru’s lovely lips. “touched the reset button ?” he mocked, acting like all of his drawings got deleted. it was a little nerdy part of him that made him even more attractive.
he murmured something about having to draw them all again, and started to trace your skin once more. you barely focused on whatever he was writing on you, but when you felt the ghost letters i love… over your body, your mind immediately got attentive.
cheeks burning, stomach doing backflips, you let out an embarrassing whine and buried your face on his neck. you could swear he was wearing his usual smirk, the one he used when denying how much he was teasing you.
with his laugh in the background, you pressed your pouty face more into him, hiding as much as you could. suguru was the sweetest, the loveliest man you ever had the chance to met. unfortunately, his affection was so strong it could kill you.
“not funny,” you breathed out against his neck.
“not joking,” he simply replied. but you knew it already, he never joked with things like that. that's why he was dangerous.
what could you do instead of hiding from him ? instead of hiding how fast your heart was beating ?
nothing. you were suguru’s favorite thing, and what was suguru’s had to be tormented.
with love, though. always with love.
yes i write anything but my sukuna fic, then what!!!! and i don't even like it...... i hope you do, tho. wanted to write for my princess again
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