Summary: You ask your roommate for some help to finish up your novel.
Warnings: Sexual tension.
Tick…tick…tick…the clock mocked you. How long have you been staring at a blank word document? An hour? Two hours?
With a sheet mask on and your hair pulled back with a plush Hello Kitty headband, you thought you were ready to finish writing your manuscript. Except absolutely no words were being typed onto the screen.
You exhale, pulling off the mask that’s been on for far too long.
“You writin’ your porn again?” A mocking voice came from around the corner.
“Shut it, Suguru.” You glared at him as your roommate made his way to the table.
“Am I wrong?” He smirks, knowing all too well you only make those exasperated sighs when you’re writing.
“First of all…” You start with indignation in your voice, “...it’s a romance novel-”
“Filled with filthy filthy porn.” Suguru interrupts with a smile, grabbing the slimy used sheet mask from the table. He notes the cute pout in your face before he turns to throw your trash away.
You mumble a thanks, a frown still on your face.
“Anythin’ for you princess.” He says, using the nickname he gave you as soon as you two moved in together. He used it mockingly, but you couldn’t really disagree with it. It’s true that you think you should be spoiled and pampered, but unfortunately, in this society? You need to make money. Which won’t happen unless you finish this damn manuscript.
An idea pops into your head, “Anything?” You look up at him to see him walking back.
He comes back and takes a seat next to you on the couch. “Absolutely anything, princess.” He smirks, his face only three inches away from yours.
-
He didn’t really know what to expect during move-in day. Yaga had just told him he found a “nice lady” to room with him while he finishes his undergrad studies. He figured both of you would just keep to yourselves.
Until he saw you. Yaga didn’t say that this “nice lady” would be similar to him in age and have such a pretty face. After helping you bring your boxes into the apartment, there wasn’t much else to do but unpack and talk. Suguru learned you were just another student trying to make ends meet before finishing your studies.
You had told him that you’re a niche novelist and the monthly paycheck helps keep you afloat.
“If you basically already have a job, why even finish college?” He asks, confused.
“I think of it like a backup, y’know?” you started, “If writing doesn’t work out I can always pivot. A man can leave you, but your degree never will…or something like that.” A small smile forms on your face, a little embarrassed for getting so serious so fast.
But your new roommate was in awe, impressed with your tenacity. Seeing that happy expression on your face, he knew he was in for some trouble.
-
Suguru could hear your breathing hitch and saw your cheeks turn just the smallest bit red.
“Then, u-uhm…” You stuttered, looking away from his gaze. Your hand making its way to the hem of his shirt, just slightly pulling.
It was his turn to stop breathing for a moment. This was what he was waiting for. Suguru wanted so badly for you to ask him for help with your dirty little novel. His mind was racing.
Maybe you needed help writing out a certain position? Cowgirl, doggy, full nelson, the possibilities were endless.
“Yeah, princess?” He breathes out, already knowing his hard dick was leaking out pre-cum.
Your pretty little lips parted, “Can you take me out on a date?”
“Yes, we can try full nel- wait– what?”
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Part 2 (coming soon)
By cherryangel22 (2026) do not copy, repost, or use with ai.
Summary: How Suguru Geto would comfort you during a panic attack.
Content: comfort, fluff
TW: mentions of past abuse
A/N: Wanted to write something comforting just for myself.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sudden tightness in your muscles, the feeling of your throat closing up and your heart trying to claw its way out of your chest.
“No…no it’s been so long…” You stutter to yourself.
“Not right now…please…” You begged your body but unfortunately, your panic attack was well underway.
Flashbacks of your past abuser ran through your head at rapid speed making your body go into fight or flight mode. You fell to your knees, a loud thud echoing through the room. You held your head in your hands trying to calm yourself down.
You tried your best to suppress your sobs, not wanting to turn into a full on mess.
Suddenly, you heard a loud knock.
“You alright?” You heard a husky voice say from behind the door, “Heard a loud noise.”
Startled, you will yourself to crawl into the closet. The only space you deemed safe from outside sources of stress.
“I-I’m ok Suguru!” You squeaked out to the best of your abilities. You tried hard not to sound scared, but a whimper came out of your throat as soon as you finished your sentence.
You heard the turn of the door knob and footsteps entering your room.
“y/n?” You heard the confusion in your roommate's voice.
You stifled your sobs and put your head in your hands once again. You heard the familiar sound of your closet door sliding and a small gasp.
“Y/N!? What happened, are you okay?!” Suguru said with panic in his voice. He knelt next to you not knowing what to do.
You looked up with tear filled eyes, “S-suguru…” You sobbed.
His heart clenched in his chest, “H-hey, it’s alright c’mere.” He said, pulling you into a tight hug. Suguru held your waist as you sobbed into his shoulder.
“I-I thought o-of back then…I can’t stop…b-breathing hurts…” You stuttered out.
“It’s alright I’m here…no one’s going to hurt you while I’m here…” He was unsure if you felt comfortable enough with him being so close to you, but he couldn’t just leave you the way you are. He may be one of the strongest sorcerer’s but when it came to you and your feelings, he was at a loss.
Your hand clenched onto his shirt as if he’ll disappear if you let go for even a second. In return, he squeezed you tighter.
“You’re safe, I’m here for you.” He whispers in a low voice, trying his best to comfort you. Both of you stayed there on the closet floor, your stifled sobs echoing throughout the apartment.
After a while, your crying lessened and your breathing steadied.
“Th-thank you.” You muttered into the crook of his neck. “A-and ‘m sorry.”
“Deep breathes sweet girl,” He spoke softly as he stroked your hair, “Don’t be sorry, I’m always here for you.”
