“y'know, you're way cooler than i thought you'd be.” suguru says abruptly, before this the two of you had sluggishly sauntered over into his dorm room in a strange comfortable silence. he drops his bag near his desk before plopping right beside you on the bed.
“what makes you say that?” you murmur reaching into the drawer where he usually kept his stash.
“i dunno, you're kinda the antithesis of your appearance.”
“careful now, wouldn't want your brain exploding with your suspiciously polished vocab. but yes, i know i’m cool.”
suguru makes a sound similar to a scoff but not quite. he pulls out the red lighter you got him a while ago. “no, seriously. you look like a total nerd.”
“why, because i wear glasses?” you answer dryly.
“eh, kinda. you're always first to lectures, always got a book in your hand, you tell me all these cool facts, you're just so… nerdy.”
you let out a soft acknowledging hum, placing the blunt on your lips. you lean closer to him, shoulders brushing against each other as he lifts the lighter near you, your mouth angling the blunt to hover directly over the flame, then doing the same for himself.
you take a long drag letting it linger in your system before slowly blowing it out, the scent of weed beginning to flood the room. and yet suguru couldn't stop his wandering eyes from lingering on your glossy lips.
“can i ask you something?”
“shoot.” suguru unravels the hair tie holding his signature bun together, his long black strands cascading down to frame his beauti—regular face.
“why are you in a fraternity? is it the status you get from it or like whatever shit you guys do”
“honestly i think it's the friendship that keeps me bound to a fraternity”
“ah, a sense of community.”
“why do you ask? i know you don't like the fact that im in one.”
you start to feel the small buzz the weed provided, like it melted all your inhibitions, your gaze growing more and more droopy by the second. “i feel like there's nothing rewarding about being in frat, y'all just go around making everyone's lives miserable, well excluding you, you're somewhat useful.”
“i am glad i am of importance to the queen herself.” he teases, blowing some smoke into your face.
“seriously though, name like one good thing about being involved in a frat, besides the community factor.”
“you underestimate the importance of community in this day and age, angel.”
“how so?”
“other than paying for drinks, this is the only third space college students can occupy to build bonds without having to pay a crazy fee.”
your lip twitches into a small smile. you were really rubbing off on him. “hmm true, but do you really want to form long lasting friendships with losers who disrespect women, frat guys are like… assholes”
a moment of silence passes between the two of you, “do you view me as an asshole.” his voice distant, your response bound to trigger some level of introspection.
“not intentionally. i mean you're surrounded by losers, of course you'll end up exhibiting some of their behaviours,” you turn to sprawl on suguru's lap like a lazy cat, your blunt dangling from your mouth, “but that doesn't absolve you from your complaincency to the fuckery in that frat house, sugu.”
his hand smoothes your hair in a delicate manner, slowly taking in your words. this was one of the things he loved liked about you was how you were always very blunt about the things you didn't like. he often described you as not having a “nonchalant bone” in your body, very fitting if you'd ask him.
“by the way, my whole fyp is the videos you send me. speaking of which, why'd you send me a ship edit of bellingham and haaland together?”
“free will, sugu, free will.” you smother the tiny blunt, sleep ready to settle over you.
it has been YEARS since i've written smut, wow. enjoy my pretty boy <3
chase your high; suguru geto
things to know: one-shot, wc: 4.6k, plug!geto, fem!reader, college au?? idk it doesn't really matter, lowercase intended, suggestive language, a bit of fluff and crack, smut: oral, fingering, riding, manhandling, overstimulation. substance use (just weed and alcohol lol), not proofread, kinda sorta what me and my boyfriend had going on years before we started dating
you looked down at your phone, rereading your text sent to suguru a week ago, letting him know you'll need him to drop off some pre rolls for today. and god knows you really needed them to relax.
you had just finished a midterm that gave you insane anxiety for the past three weeks. you needed to do good on this exam to pass the course, especially because you had been slacking ever since the semester started. you didn't want to have to retake this course next year when you could graduate this year. and the worst part about it all? you left that exam hall not knowing if you did good or bad.
you sighed, swallowing your pride to double text him.
sunday 1:03pm
you: hi sugu
you: would you be able to drop off my usual? at my place? any time before next thursday :) thank youuuuu
saturday 12:12pm
you: hey
you: any updates?
today 6:39pm
you: do you not want my money
you: i'm gonna start buying from choso
you were bluffing. you would only ever buy from suguru. despite the fact he always ghosted you, replying back when you're not in the mood to smoke anymore, you still took him up on the offer anyway because no one has ever sold you better strains than he has. not even choso.
not to mention, he never bothered upcharging you, or selling you overpriced shit like how other campus plugs tried. luckily, you knew your shit and wouldn't let them scam you for shitty product. matter of fact, he'd give you whatever you needed for free and rolled.
he only charged you the first two times you've bought from him. you remember both times being eighths of sativa, which he gave to you bagged. ever since then, you'd always have cash in your hands every time he dropped something off, but he refused to take money from you. honestly, your favourite part of it all was how he rolled for you.
no, you take that back. your favourite part was how gorgeous he is. how he shows up with different hair every time; in a bun, ponytail, completely down, or half-up half-down. how he hovers over you, leaning on your door frame with his arms crossed whenever he came over to drop something off. how he inches closer to have somewhat mundane conversations, making you flutter with goosebumps all over. how he calls you sweetheart, doll, good girl, or pretty girl, every time, giving you something to imagine while pleasuring yourself high later that same night.
sexy man, pre rolled, good product, good prices—no, free. his only downfall was never replying in a timely manner.
that was just something you'd have to compromise and deal with.
you went on with your night, accepting the fact you just weren't going to get high tonight. you showered and changed into something comfy, nothing much, just a white tank top and matching shorts that barely covered your ass. you put on your chunky blue light glasses to get rid of the raging headache you had, and cracked open a cooler (spoiler, you drink more than one) to take the edge off. you were five episodes into a new show you started when your phone lit up with a notification.
today 10:47pm
sugu: that's funny, sweetheart
sugu: you still need that?
you: i'm calling the cops on you
sugu: chilllll
you: terrible customer service. i'd rate you a solid 2/10 if you had a yelp
sugu: you love me
you: unfortunately
sugu: i'll be there in 15
at least he kept his word this time.
suguru showed up at your apartment room's door at 11pm in a grey sweatsuit and his hair down. the ends of his damp hair left a wet stain in the shoulders of his hoodie. when you opened your door, you noticed him eyeing you up and down—gaze lingering a bit too long at your breasts, nipples hard because of the cold, outside air hitting you suddenly.
he caressed your chin briefly yet gently. his fingers were cold as ever, reflecting the weather outside. "hey, pretty girl."
he looked irresistible. the alcohol from earlier had amplified whatever thoughts you had, and right now, you wanted to pounce on him and eat him alive.
he reached into his pocket and held out a baggie of an eighth, "i didn't get to roll before coming here, my bad."
"you know," you started while he stared at you with a grin, knowing you wanted to rip into him for ghosting you again, "i was hoping i'd be asleep by now, relaxed and high. it's almost midnight... and now you're telling me i have to roll on my own?"
he shrugged. you rolled your eyes and continued, "come in. you're rolling. and smoking with me."
you were frustrated. like in every aspect. the lack of urgency from him, the exam, the fact you were craving sex but couldn't bother with other men anymore. you could not shake it off for some reason. with suguru's sudden arrival, you figured you'd just smoke and put yourself to sleep with your vibrator.
you led him to your dining table that only had space for two anyway. his eyes wandered down—from the back of your head, to the small of your back, to the way your hips swayed, your ass, and your bare legs. that was a view he could get used to. no, you were a view he had gotten used to but was too afraid to get close to.
when you first texted him, he didn't know who the hell you were. you said a mutual friend, shoko, gave you his number. he trusted shoko with his life, and because she vouched for you, he was fine with it, but he'd never give out his number without meeting the person first. the first two times you ordered eighths off him, he used shoko as a middle-man because he was busy.
the third time, he showed up to your apartment room himself. the second he laid his eyes on you, he was mesmerized—it was over for him. he cursed himself for not meeting you earlier. he would've given the others for free too. he made a mental note that he'd roll for you the next time he dealt you too.
every time suguru showed up to your room, he'd make good conversation with you and you appreciated that. he'd stay around longer each time, asking you how you were, listening to you complain about whatever the fuck was going on in your life—you felt heard. it didn't take long for you two to become friends, and it was all because of him. you thought it would be strictly transactional interactions because that's how it tended to be with your previous plugs. he was literally perfect in person, he just sucked at replying to you.
it's not that suguru ghosted you on purpose. well, it is. but only because he could not keep his composure if he was around you as often as you texted him for something. he already tried his best not to flirt with you, or touch you every time he'd see you. it wouldn't be professional, y'know.
but you didn't make it easy either. you knew what you were doing whenever you saw him. maybe. you weren't sure. it could have been involuntary. most likely a bit of both. he's only ever seen you in skimpy nightwear. now, that was involuntary. you just wanted to be comfortable. but the way you bat your eyes at him, held onto his bicep, and flirted with him, saying subtle things that affirmed your attraction towards him—that was on purpose.
he knew that. what he didn't know was whether you actually felt that way, or if you were just doing that for free weed. he hoped it wasn't the latter, because he'd give you whatever you needed for free anyway.
you watched as his rough, long fingers gently folded the RAW rolling paper around the grinded strain. he brought it up to his mouth and licked it for it to stay in place. as he licked it, he caught you staring, practically eye fucking him. all he did was smirk and wink at you. you instantly pressed your thighs together, hoping you'd eventually ignore the pulse in between your legs.
when he finished with the first joint, he swiftly placed it in between your already parted lips. you held the delicate roll in between your index and middle finger so he could light it for you.
while you continued to inhale and exhale, he rolled a few more joints while conversing with you. your conversation only consisted of silly little, everyday things. but things became intimate as quickly as the paper burned.
"why were you out so late?" you curiously wondered while also trying to continue to make small talk. "am i holding up other customers?"
"nah," he answered. "just got held up at work. then sho and satoru were trying to get me to smoke with them, but i'd rather come out to see you."
"awww, am i your favourite?" you gasped.
"of course, sweetheart." suguru held up the paper to his tongue, finishing the final joint. "you still single?"
"god, it's been so long," you exhaled another puff of smoke and handing him the joint. "i'm very single." he chuckled at your whine, once again noticing the way you looked at him, spoke to him, and kept physical contact with him in minimal ways. "... i think i want you to be my next victim."
"yeah?"
"yeah."
"oh, did i just say that?" you suddenly became super hyperaware of the situation you put yourself into and broke eye contact with him in a panic. "well, only if you're single. i wouldn't wanna mess anything up if you have a girl. and of course, only if you want. no pressure here. oh, and i do have cash too. i can pay, it's not like an alternate form of payment. do you guys even accept that? i swear-"
"shhhh. i'm not seeing anyone. i don't want your money. just want you," he replied to each concern slowly, grin seeping in his voice. he casually gestured with his two fingers for you to come sit on his lap, "now stop talking and c'mere."
you did as he said and straddled him. he adjusted you so you'd be on top of his bulge, that kept jumping up after every few seconds. everything he did was with purpose and intent. he smiled at you, moving some stray hairs out of your face.
you stared into his eyes—his beautiful, dark, monolid eyes, that you swore had hues of purple. his lips were a soft nude, still moisturized despite smoking. his skin was so clear and glass-like, you were almost envious. just everything about him was so perfect, you wondered how a man so ethereal could exist.
he inhaled one last time, finishing the joint and placing it on your pink ashtray. he parted your lips a bit with his thumb on your chin, "open up." he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. you inhaled it with ease, and exhaled from your nose.
you looked down at his lips and back at his eyes again, noticing he was doing the exact same thing. you made the first move, leaning in and placing your lips onto his. it was slow, but so, so sensual. your tongues intertwined desperately.
the lingering sexual tension every time you saw each other was finally being acted on. it took too many long months for it to happen, but whatever. finally.
his cock jumped underneath you, causing you to hum into the kiss. your back was arched, skin against his fleece hoodie. your hips began moving on their own, grinding on him involuntarily. you needed him bad. you wondered if he could feel your pussy throbbing on top of him, or if you left a mark on his sweats because you were soaking. your body was betraying you, completely letting your veil down.
he didn't pull out of the kiss immediately. he bit your bottom lip before letting go. "hey, doll."
"hi," you smiled back, heat rushing to your face. "are you sure you're okay with this?"
"you overthink too much," he sighed. he picked you up with his hand gripping on your ass. he laid you down on your couch and hovered above you. "y'know, you're oblivious. i've been wanting this. you've made it so hard for me these past few months."
"i'm glad the feeling's mutual." you were about to latch your lips onto his again until a thought stopped you. you raised a brow, "is this why you ghost me all the time?"
he shrugged like it was cute. "i was trying to be professional."
"you're funny," you giggled, "you're a dealer talking about being professional."
"yeah, yeah." he leaned closer and kissed your jaw. "you'll see what i mean in a sec."
"show me then, handsome."
you didn't get the chance to tease him again. he kissed you before you could say anything else. the buzz from the weed and coolers softened everything around you, sharpening and intensifying every place he touched. his hands slid in between your legs, spreading them just enough for him to settle between.
your head sank into the couch cushions and he followed you down, pushing your tank top higher as he kissed along your stomach. your breath hitched when he kissed your inner thigh. your fingers slipped into his hair when he kissed higher. your hips lifted off the couch on instinct and he slid your shorts down your legs, tossing them onto the ground.
he parted you with his fingers and worshiped your body underneath him. "you're so pretty."
your entire body tightened when he put your legs over his shoulders. he leaned in and licked one slow stripe in between your labia all the way up to your clit. your back arched instantly.
"isn't fun now, is it?" he chuckled before lowering his mouth again, this time wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it gently, just enough pressure to make your toes curl.
his tongue circled you slowly, drawing soft sounds from you he was determined to hear more of. he nearly moaned as he touched you. your reactions were everything he had imagined when he fisted his cock in the shower after dropping your weed off.
he lifted his head, mouth glistening. "you taste so good." he was already pussydrunk.
you were everything he'd been trying not to lose his composure over for the past few months. now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let go without making you feel good. he buried himself back in between your legs, tongue plunged deep inside you before circling back to your clit relentlessly.
it didn't take much longer for your orgasm to rush over you. your hands tightened in his hair and he groaned, "that's it. don't hold back."
you couldn't if you tried.
he touched you in all the right places.
your orgasm hadn't fully settled in when his hands slid under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly again. your body was limp when he guided you to his lap, your back against his chest.
he began kissing you all over your neck, sucking on your tender skin every once in a while. it definitely left dark marks reaching from your jaw to your collarbone. he groped your tits, freeing them from your tank top. he drew circles into your nipples, the stimulation making you want more.
"suguru," you mumbled as he continued to kiss your neck. "i want you inside me."
"hmm?" he hummed against your skin. "not yet. be patient."
he spread your legs again, knees grounding yours, keeping them wide. his hand slid from your tits down your stomach until it reached the sensitive space between your thighs. two fingers slipped between your folds, working through the arousal he had worked out of you just earlier.
"haah~" you threw your head back at the sudden touch. his fingers were somehow still cold because of the outside.
his fingers teased you first—slow strokes, learning the rhythm of your breath, the way your hips lifted when he brushed a certain spot. your body reacted before your mind could catch up. your thighs were tightening, head tipping back onto his shoulder, chest rising too fast.
"suguruu…" your voice came out thin, needy.
"i got you," he whispered, one hand slipping up to grip your hip, the other settling exactly where you needed him. "just relax back on me."
you melted into him. back molded to chest, hips arching into his hand, the buzz making every movement feel like it echoed inside you.
then his fingers slid inside you faster this time, the angle curling upward, each one pulling a sound from you you didn’t mean to make. your hips jerked forward, your hand flying to grab the back of his neck behind you. your thighs trembled over his, your nails digging lightly into his forearm as you held onto him.
his thumb stimulating your clit slowly contradicted his fingers thrusting in and out of you at an insane speed you were not used to. his finger work was so precise. he paid immense attention to you.
the sensation built too fast—dizzying, pulse-heavy, warm.
then your hips began to move. "oohhh, fuuckk!" you tried shutting your legs together, pleasure tearing through you, you tried pushing yourself off him as you were finishing.
"don't run." he spread his knees wider, forcing you to keep your legs open. his fingers were piercing into your thigh, ensuring you wouldn't move from his hold.
your breath was taken away from you. when you relearned how to breathe again, you let out another ungodly sound. "i'm cum-cumming— nghh! it's too much!"
suguru was a man on a mission. his only goal was to make you crumble, and it was working. he wanted you to know you were his now. he was making sure you would never go to anyone else again—for weed, sex, or quite literally anything else.
where most men would have stopped, he kept going. he was overstimulating the fuck out of you, finger fucking you through your release, making you scream louder and louder. everything inside you burst at once. his constant pounding forced squirt to gush out of you. your body shuddered.
"i know, baby," he felt you clenching on his fingers, orgasm lasting for a good two minutes. "but keep 'em wide open for me. let me take care of you, yeah?"
you didn't know a man could make you feel that way. no, you didn't know you could feel that way, period.
you didn't just finish.
you broke.
his mouth opened against your skin in a quiet, wrecked groan. "fuck," he breathed, his voice dropping to something raw. “ya took that like a good girl. look at you. what a mess."
you fell onto him, looking down at his grey sweats now soaked with your secretions. "i can get those washed for you. 'm sorry."
"don't apologize. that was so fucking hot." he began kissing all over your skin again. he turned you around to face him in one swift movement yet again. "you just keep getting sexier n' sexier."
"no, sugu." you knew what he was trying to do. "i'm tapping out."
"i thought you wanted me inside of you," he smirked, bucking his hips up, teasing you further.
"i do," you retorted, legs still shaking with the slightest movement, head spinning because of the immense amount of pleasure amplified by the intoxication. "but don't think i can take more."
"course you can," his voice dipped, warm and sure, confident in his words as he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.
he was thick. very thick. his tip was a coral pink, already slick with precum that glistened in the low light of your apartment. his tip looked like it would stretch you before you took one of his many inches. the veins running along his length were pulsing under his fingers as he slowly stroked himself once.
you looked down and back up at him. your thighs quivered at the sight alone, heart curling through your stomach. "wow. you've gotta be fucking kidding me," you blurted, whining, "there is no way that's fair."
he smirks, absolutely entertained. "you complaining?"
"well, yeah. you expect me to just... take that?"
"pretty sure you'll figure it out," he grinned, snark oozing through every word he said. "you're a smart girl."
you scoff, "please. i know," waving him off like he isn't your entire focus.
you steadied yourself over him, thighs still trembling from how hard he'd just dragged an orgasm out of you. he guided you forward, settling you over him again. the contrast of his size made you gasp. your pussy fluttering around nothing, already trying to open for him.
"look at thaaatt. she's still begging for it." his hands slid up the back of your thighs and gripped the curve of your hips, guiding you slowly, almost lazily, like he had all the time in the world to feel you fall apart on top of him.
your palms slid over his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie like you needed the anchor. you did. the room felt hazy, warped by the alcohol and the weed and the way your body still pulsed for him. "you're lucky i like you. shit. i would've kicked you out for attempted murder."
your walls stretched around him, hugging him too tightly, pulling him in like your body was starving for him no matter how overwhelmed you’d been seconds ago. your fingers dug into his shoulders, your hips trembling as you fought to keep control of your pace.
"fuck…" you breathed out, voice breaking as you felt the head of his cock against your slit. the contact alone made your hips jerk, your body chasing him without permission. slick coated him instantly, and you felt heat roll through your stomach at how easily your thighs fell open for him.
he praised, his voice rough. "just a little more, doll."
you lowered yourself the rest of the way, bottoming out with a shaky, broken moan you couldn’t swallow down. the fullness knocked the breath out of you—god, he was big. you felt every inch of him pressing against spots you didn’t even know you had.
"just take it easy." you didn't know he still had a joint on him. he placed it in between his lips, cuffed his hand over it and lit it. he tilted his head back, exhaling the smoke, "now, be a good girl and ride me."
he passed the joint over to you as you settled onto him. you inhaled the marijuana, settling back into the same high as before.
your body reacted before your mind did. his cock pressed hot and heavy as your hips rocked in slow, needy circles at first, trying to ease the stretch while also chasing more pressure. then sharper little lifts that made his cock angle upward inside you. the moment he brushed your g-spot, your breath fractured, your mouth falling open as a trembling whimper spilled out of you.
you gave the joint back to him as the pain quickly turned into pleasure. your fingers replaced the joint with the back of his neck, pulling yourself closer as your hips found a shakier, faster rhythm. when you sank down again, deeper and heavier—he hit that same spot with precision.
each time you dropped down onto him, the stretch punched a gasp out of your throat. your cunt clenched around him involuntarily, fluttering with every desperate little bounce. your thighs burned, trembling, but the pleasure was too sharp, too intoxicating to stop.
his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he steadied his breathing. you felt his control slipping in the way his fingers flexed against your hips, the way his thighs tensed beneath you, the way his cock throbbed inside you like he was fighting the urge to thrust up into you.
your hand flew to your lower stomach without thinking, fingers pressing lightly over the place where you felt him the most. he was thick enough, deep enough to where you could feel the outline of him moving inside you.
his eyes instantly dropped to below your navel. he watched your hand on your stomach. he watched the way your body fluttered around him every time you lifted and then sank back down, your arousal coating him so much that each drop of your hips made a soft, wet sound. what caught him off guard was how he could see himself in you. the sight of it all made him groan.
he’d told himself he’d keep it together, that he wouldn’t be the one to lose it first, but watching you fuck yourself on him like that shredded whatever control he thought he had. everytime your pussy squeezed around his cock, his fingers tightened on your hips like he needed proof you were actually there. you were so messy, so desperate, and so pretty on top of him, he knew he’d be replaying this in his head every time he closed his eyes. if he wasn’t careful, he was going to cum just from watching you.
"sugu— oh my god-" your voice cracked into a moan as you sank all the way down, your ass meeting his thighs. the fullness made your head fall back, your lips parting as a soft cry spilled out. you felt him pulse inside you, felt him hold back a groan against your chest.
"you're doing so good," he murmured into your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "never thought you could look prettier."
your hips stuttered, lifting and dropping again, chasing that sweet friction at your clit each time you bottomed out on him. every stroke of him inside you sent heat curling in your stomach.
the pleasure building up had made your vision blur. you were in such a euphoric state, you didn't realize your body was still moving on its own, chasing after yet another orgasm. you were riding into oblivion.
suguru’s hand came up gently, fingers curling under your chin before giving your cheek the lightest tap. it was barely a touch, more a reminder to look at him. "hey," he murmured, voice low, steady, commanding in the softest way. "eyes on me, sweetheart."
your lashes fluttered, redirecting your gaze back to him even as your body trembled around him. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling lightly as your hips rocked faster, sloppier, just embarrassingly needy. each movement made your breasts bounce softly against his chest, your nipples brushing the fabric of his hoodie and sending sparks through you.
"suguru— f-fuck—" your words dissolved into a broken moan as you ground down hard, circling your hips to feel every inch of him. your clit grinding against his pelvis, and the jolt of pleasure made your thighs shake violently.
he was hanging on by a thread. every time you rolled your hips, he felt your cunt squeeze around him like you were trying to milk him dry, like your body already knew exactly how to ruin him. he could feel you shaking, hear those pretty, broken sounds fall out of you, but all he could think was mine. you were his.
you were so far gone on his cock, on his weed, on him, he knew there was no way you’d ever go back to anyone else after this.
mission accomplished.
he took another slow drag from the joint, exhaling like he had all the time in the world to let you use him. as your pace faltered, his hips began to thrust up to meet you, fucking into you from below.
"yeaahh, just like that. chase your high, baby."
i got lazy </3 can you tell i don't write smut, sorry lol i'm trying to learn again
okok just something to get the plug! geto train out of the station thanks @prosypepper for helping me ilyyyy
plug!geto knows you’ve never smoked before; it’s written all over your face. especially with the way you eye him while he licks the paper of the joint, observing how his wet tongue graces over the fold. it makes your legs press together shamelessly. you wait for him to hand you the weed, but he only slots the thin joint into his own mouth, bringing a lighter close.
“i thought that was for me?” you say with a pout. geto only smirks. do you really think you can handle it all at once during your first time? it was adorable how naive you were.
“relax, sweetheart. just breath in, kay?” you feel yourself tremble, hands on your thighs as he sits pressed against you. he cups your jaw with this free hand, taking a long draw from the joint. carefully, he takes the other one and holds your face steady while resisting the temptation to exhale too early.
he brings his face dangerously close to yours. if you didn’t know any better maybe you would’ve thought he was attempting to kiss you. yet, your lips part ever so slightly, feeling the way he blew the smoke into your mouth.
in structurally, you inhale. you try to go slow, your eyes flutter shut, letting the smog fill your throat, rattiling your core. despite your best efforts, you can’t help but cough a little. when you slowly start to open your eyes again, you can see how geto’s eyes are filled with lust.
“good girl,” he mutters, making your pussy ache. his thumb swipes over your glossy lips, tugging on them, inspecting your drooling state. your eyes twinkle when he says that to you, he noticed it immediately. “yeah, fuck— the sweetest fucking girl. you think you’re ready for the real thing now, baby?”
(sfw) cw: hints at rivalry, mentions of substances, weed consumption, fem implied reader, girly dolly reader, quiet suguru
suguru couldn't escape your name. it was truly unescapable. you two almost became rivals without even knowing each other. why was this?
well. . . because of weed of course!
both of you were known for selling some good shit. the college campus stayed arguing on who is the real goat; a hot topic of conversation during exam season.
when college stress became prevalent, so did your signature pink baggies.
you revelled in walking through the campus and seeing the cutesy stickers you package only for the girls (& satoru when he secretly betrays his bestie) plastered on the back of macbooks in your classes just because you knew suguru would be heated.
you guys hadn't met in person, you had just heard his sexy voice in the background during satoru's secret phone call purchases.
but this was soon about to change.
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you never really attended house parties, for the simple fact that you had better things to do. despite being a regular smoker and the stereotypes that follow, you are a very ambitious woman; this is how the whole thing started. among your green selling side hustle, you also created personalised press-on nails & worked a part-time job.
but here you are. sat in the corner of the couch in your pink ruffle shirt 'n the matching white ruffle mini skirt. you sat with your purse in your hands, caressing your long side-part as you smoke from your cherry flavoured blunt.
there you listened to the (classic) faneto by chief keef blasting throughout the house along with the voices screaming along with the words.
this was far from the chill party satoru promised. . .
"damn, look who actually showed up!" you heard from the back of the couch. before you were able to turn to face to recognisable voice, the white haired man sat closely next to you.
"space?" you questioned as you exhaled your smoke.
as soon as the words left your mouth he seemed to scootch up closer.
"you know. . ." satoru began laughing, "suguru was the one who kept pressing me to invite you"
quickly, you began coughing after inhaling, holding your right freshly manicured hand to your chest.
"huh?"
"i'm telling you, those pink packets are getting to himmmm" he trailed off. "anyways, lemme have some?" he spoke grabbing the blunt before even finishing asking.
usually you'd snatch it right back but you sat there silently dumbfounded. the fuck does the man want to see me for?
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as time passed sipping henny zoning out of satoru's whiny voice, constantly rambling about nonsense, you didn't notice the presence behind you.
"ayeeee that's my man!" satoru's voice raised as he leaned forward dapping up the presence behind you.
the deep mumble of acknowledgement made your stomach turn (automatically knowing who it was) you turned and faced the onyx-haired man behind you.
he stood tall, around the same height as satoru. his presence however seemed way more intimidating, almost alluring. he had a dark aura surrounding him, heavily contrasting with your bubbly pink vibe.
suguru was known for being very quiet, almost a loner amongst his friendship group. he was known for being the plug that did little talking but provided good shit.
again . . . the complete opposite to you.
it felt absurd. after being aware of each others existence for about a year without a physical meeting.
suguru sported a black hoodie and baggy jean combo, you could see his tats peaking through the neck up behind his ears which were currently semi-hidden by his half-up-half-down hairstyle.
you were looking at him shamelessly.
him on the other hand - he his low red eyes were analysing you with what seemed like forced nonchallance. inside he was freaking out.
the truth was he had been observing your multiple pages (insta, tiktok etc.) for months probably about a year of when he first heard your name.
seeing you in person felt like an out-of-body experience. him seeing you in a set he had watched you post about in one of your tiktok hauls felt wrong.
he felt like a real stalker.
a whistle broke the tense atmosphere.
"damn who would've known" satoru spoke, slinging his arms over both of your shoulders whilst standing between you.
suguru kissed his teeth, flashing his low smile highlighting a silver cap on his teeth.
"so you're the doll stealing my clients huh?"
my first fic eek ! lmk if u guys want a pt 2, pls be patient with me bby's ❤︎
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this was his ideal state. with a pretty girl between his legs, a blunt between his fingers while he lazily takes a drag. he can feel the way your tongue is swirling around his dick, hand pumping at the same time. that, mixed with the euphoric feeling of marijuana in his throat makes him see stars.
your eyes are glassy, choking on his thick length. he only grins, inhaling once more, watching the way you have to take him out of your mouth. you stroke him, staring deep into his sinful gaze, trying your hardest to keep up with the pace he likes. geto's legs are spread out, and he's practically glowing. before you can return to your previous activity, he takes his cock into his own hand, slapping the tip against your tongue.
"fuuuuck," he grunts, shoving his dick into your throat, carefully grabbing your head, using your face as his own little toy. his thrusts are unrelenting, unaware of how he's basically fucking your brain. breathing through your nose, you brace yourself against his inner thighs.
you can feel the way he twitches inside you, and you know he's gonna cum soon. although, he quickly stops, taking the hand that was holding his weed and bringing it to his own mouth, taking in the substance once more. using his other hand, he held you down against his cock. without a second to spare, his hot seed spilled down your throat, making you gag with how full your mouth seemed to be. his tip continued to tickle your tight throat as he rode through his orgasm.
"fuck swallow it." he commanded, staring down at you through hooded eyes. "swallow it like a good fucking girl."
more plug geto cuz why not (i'll prob write another blurb soon)
he was used to this kinda routine-- finding you in your dorm room, pulling out a small plastic baggy filled with rolled blunts, a service that was only offered to you-- his prettiest customer. he would be lying if he said his cock didn't twitch seeing the way you gleamed at him, so happy and grateful that he was not only doing you the favor of rolling them, but also giving you such a generous discount.
"are you sure you don't want the full price? i have the cash!" you offer, slinging your arms around his neck. his hands move like muscle memory, finding a spot on your hips. his smirk is devilish, knowing that he's got you wrapped around his finger. he doesn't even need to suggest an alternative method of payment, he know's you're the sweetest, and'll offer him what he's thinking. he can see it with the way your lip slowly teases your lower lip. "or... if you want..."
in a matter of seconds, you're pressed against your bed, hands pinned up, letting geto abuse your neck, allowing him to strip you naked. "such a pretty girl," he always says, making a trail of kissing down to your cunt.
you really were the sweetest. fuck. his tongue flicked over your clit, ignited by the cute sounds you made while tugging at the root of his hair. geto lapped up your arousal, dipping his fingers in, humming into your cunt. he'd give you whatever you wanted for free as long as you give him a taste of you.
