contents. suguru geto x gn!reader. reader has a tattoo. fluff.
★ jiah’s notes. i’m SO gonna get a dragon tattoo when i’m older. WAHH
the dragon tattoo sprawled across your back was nothing short of a masterpiece too ethereal to be true.
so dangerous yet so safe-looking, with feral eyes that almost comforted with their unseeing manner, and skin pulled back into a snarl that was both unsettling and awe-striking.
(and then there’s you.)
lazily resting your upper half over suguru’s lap, absent-mindedly picking at the rug, merely feeling when his slender fingers paint the scales of your lil’ dragon with such tender focus that you might think that he’s working on a masterpiece that required every fibre of his attention.
(he wants to keep this masterpiece to himself, though.)
“you always paint it the same colours,” you find yourself mutter, spilling out the thought as soon as it came into your mind. you’d never have to think much about your words with suguru, anyway.
“i do,” he chuckles. “d’you want me to colour them differently?”
(oh, you look delectable like this. like an art he’d want to stare at forever and ever.)
“no,” you say, cheeks flushing a little when you feel his touch linger between your shoulder blades, gently working the tension out and making you relax like he always did. “carry on.”
suguru hums, resuming his careful ministrations on your skin— slow, but not hesitant. in a way that makes you close your eyes and bury your face into his thigh to breathe in his scent— like something distinctly him.
like the smell of something citrus. lime, you think. he’s always drinking that soda. a hint of nicotine, but it’s not obnoxious. and that fragrance that you can’t quite put a finger on, but would immediately recognise as suguru’s smell.
(your home.)
oh, love works in strange ways.
(maybe your nose, too.)
you tilt your head a little, peeking at him over your shoulder— curious, fond eyes staring at his face.
(gods, he looks so pretty like this.)
hair up, but not as tight— just to get them out of his gaze’s way while he smothers your tattoo in all the attention that it deserved. yet, stray strands already fall askew, some even tickling your bare skin whilst he hunches over you to worship that expanse of skin like he does everytime. some flecks of paint cover his hands, and his concentrated expression makes you crack a smile; before you turn back to focus on the rug again.
he notices that smile.
(of course he does. he notices every single thing about you.)
his heart gives a lil’ clench, and he smiles too.
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Oh, to have a villain circle around me slowly while eyeing me up and down as I try to implore them not to hurt people, to have their finger gently trace my jaw and make me shudder, get my face tilted up to them so they can see how frightened I am and watch their grin widen-
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