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⊹₊。꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ trying new sets of bikini!
cw suggestive, geto has piercings and is tattooed, fluff fluff flufffff (with hint of smut but no smut ykyk), our boy is downnn bad just like we like mhm, chubby reader.
“Suguruuuuuu,” you call out after your boyfriend, best friend, and ex-womanizer!Geto—dragging the syllables with your usual affection.
He hums, not turning around. “What’s that for?” His voice’s soft and fond that tone he only reserves for you, like you’re something gentle in a world that’s too harsh. He’s got his sleeves rolled up, standing at the sink, brows furrowed in a battle against a particularly stubborn bit of sauce on the plate.
“Need your help,” you say, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter by the sink. And ex-womanizer!Geto can’t stop his eyes from drifting down, not when your thick thighs double up like that. “I, huh, ordered sets of bikinis… For our trip to Italy.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment, letting you stumble over the ask while he rinses off the plate. You thought asking for his opinion would be easy.
“I don’t know if they fit right and…” you trail off. Suguru’s eyes are gleaming with amusement, waiting calmly for you to finish your ask even though he already knows where you’re going. That is the only thing he insists on—say clearly what you want from him.
“I was wondering if… you could maybe watch me try them on? And tell me what you think?”
You swear he bites back a grin, lips twitching. “Of course,” he says easily, voice a shade deeper now.
And what ex-womanizer!Geto thought would be a simple opinion-giving session turns into actual hell for him.
The first two pieces were already hard enough to contain his cock, thin straps and fucking little triangles on your breasts barely holding them, only hiding the bare minimum. And the bottom? The hell do girls even call that a bottom? Your ass cheeks were all out and he swears he saw your pussy lips spilling from the sides.
But all he said? “Amazing, sweets.”, “Really pretty” as you fidgeted with the straps, trying to adjust the ridiculous thing, your soft belly jiggling with each movement—all plush and real.
And it’s so stupid how that alone makes his cock twitch. The way you squirmed on your feet, tugging at it all shy, even after months of being together—it makes his chest ache.
Goddamn it, ex-womanizer!Geto is just thinking : ‘how the fuck am I surviving this trip if she wears those bikinis ?’ Like will he be able to enjoy the sea? Will he be able to look at anything else but your skin? Will he drool all over the sand? (For sure. That’s 100% happening for him.) Will he have to rip out every guy’s eyes for staring at you??
Suguru lets out a low exhale. He's not even pretending to hide how hard he is anymore—sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to cover.
“I don’t think that would do,” he mutters, licking his lips, toying with the piercing as his gaze drags down your body. This piece is tracing pattern all over your tummy, letting the lower part spill out gracefully while traps are going up in X form to another part of fabric stretching tight over your nipples. The back is nonexistent.
“You don’t like any of them?” You ask, voice flattering, suddenly uncomfortable. “You said they were—”
He shakes his head, his long hair swaying with the motion. “If ‘don’t like’ means I’ve been hard since you walked in here and I’m about to cum in my fucking pants just looking at you, then yeah. Sure. Hate them all.”
And as he walks toward you, you distingue his dilated pupils—the bright violet color of his eyes reduced to a thin ring. Your lips part because no matter how many times he’s made it clear how badly he wants you, how much he adores you—you're still a stuttering mess under that gaze, looking away like a fool.
His hand comes up your jaw, large and warm, the tattoos on his fingers contrasting with your untouched skin. And it always shakes you, the intensity in the way he looks at you.
It’s so easily easy to see that what he feels for you goes way beyond lust.
It’s something burning—something that sets your whole body on fire. He’s never told you ‘I love you’. And neither have you, too afraid to startle him. But it might as well be screamed at the top of his lungs at this exact moment, that’d be the same.
“Do you… really think they look good?” you ask, voice quieter.
He leans in, nose bumping yours. “I think you look like everything I want.. and nothing I deserve.”
Your breath hitches when he suddenly drops to his knees—just like that. He presses a kiss to your bellybutton then lower, peppering all this area with the softness of his mouth—the cold metals making you shiver.
He tugs on the swimsuit, trying to push it aside.
He groans, clearly annoyed, feeling his phone vibrating in his sweatpants’ pocket. “Sorry, sweets, I’m checkin’ who’s calling…” another kiss on your lower belly. “If it’s someone important—”
He chuckles when he sees the name glowing on the screen ‘asshole’
He throws his phone onto your bed without a second glance.
Then he picks up right where he left off, murmuring against your skin with a low laugh, “It’s Satoru.”
ex-womanizer!Geto voice dips with satisfaction. “I guess I’ll just call him later.”
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