#biker!geto

biker!suguru who's full of tattoos under all the riding clothes. they're tiny, like fine stickers on his body, but you could spend whole afternoons finding each one of them, and he'll gladly tell you what do they mean.

biker!suguru who refuses to let you get off the bike by yourself. if he opens the car door for you and offers a hand so you can comfortably get off, why wouldn't he do the same on the bike?

biker!suguru who accompanies you to buy clothes and equipment for riding. he has been on it for years and he knows the best brands, the best options and the more secure ones. he'll make sure to pay for them, even if they're expensive, as long as you're comfortable and protected from any injury.

biker!suguru who takes you everywhere. you have a meeting? he takes the bike. you're craving your favorite ice cream at night? you'll go quicker in the bike. why would you go walking if he loves to take you anywhere?

biker!suguru who's not bothered by the rain at all. he would ride anyway, with drops falling on his visor and sticking to his exposed neck. he would even unzip his riding jacket and let the rain wet his t-shirt. it makes him feel alive. (and later, sick.)

biker!suguru who doesn't like you sitting by yourself so makes it impossible for you, moving the bike and going back and forth, laughing and receiving your little slaps on his shoulders until you let him sit you (or he lets you sit)

biker!suguru who holds your hand when driving straight, taking it between his gloved fingers, cutely caressing and taking it to his helmet as if he was kissing it.

biker!suguru who helps you to put and take off the helmet the first times you ride, being his smile the last thing you see when closing your eyes to put it on and being his lips pressed on yours the first thing you feel when taking it off.

biker!suguru who doesn't doubt to show you how to ride when you ask him. he takes you on a couple lessons outside, quietly and calmly ordering you what to do. he trusts you enough to backpack you (but you don't trust your freshly aquired habilities with such a man behind)

biker!suguru who never arrives from a ride late. he'll always find you awake, and he doesn't want to let you go to sleep alone. he'll always make it safely on time.

biker!suguru who loves to mess with you, while riding and once done. he'll take your visor up, he'll put your hands inside his t-shirt, he'll give little taps on top of your helmet.

biker!suguru who craves shoulder massages on sunday afternoons after all the week riding and working. you'll gladly give him some, and he'll make sure to payback with cuddles (or rides.)

biker!suguru who lets all the kids try his helmet while he waits for you to exit work/uni. you'll just find the most random situations while getting closer to your boyfriend, such as a kid having trouble with the helmet's weight or another one unable to see due to puting it wrong.

biker!suguru who looks so good unzipping his riding suit and taking off the helmet you can only think of seein that exact image every evening of your life

the night is young ✧.*

biker!geto who had a custom helmet made just for you, spent so much money on it, but wholeheartedly prefers you wearing his. loves seeing you in his helmet as you climb onto the front or the back of his bike.

biker!geto who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once when you two go out together. he knows other men will look at you but he doesn’t care. you’re his.

biker!geto who kisses you whenever he feels like it, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not. he’ll tilt your head back in the middle of a conversation and kiss you deeply, mumbling how he wants to leave against your lips.

biker!geto who’s covered in tattoos but wants to get one you specifically pick out so he can cherish it whenever he’s not near you.

biker!geto who can’t keep his hands off of you. loves touching you in every way shape and form. runs his hands against your thighs, your waist, and stomach. gropes you every chance he gets while he breathes your scent in. it’s the only thing that calms him down.

biker!geto who worships you and everything you do. loves you with everything he has and then some.

biker!geto who purposely gives you his shirt or jackets to wear solely so he can fuck you in them later. again, loves seeing you in his clothes. makes him feral knowing you’re his. makes him all to eager to take you right then and there.

biker!geto who knows you tease him when he can’t do anything about it right then and there. until later when he has you bent over his bike, begging for him to slow down.

biker!geto who doesn’t get jealous at all but loves it when you do. even if you know he’d never leave you. he just enjoys seeing that pouty little face of yours when a man or woman dares to flirt with him.

biker!geto who buys you fresh flowers every two weeks and brings you your favorite sweet treat.

biker!geto who absolutely adores everything about you. every detail is perfect in his eyes and he makes sure to show you how beautiful you truly are when he can.

Geto felt like he was in heaven. When you asked for his name and number, he was elevated and eagerly but smoothly gave it to you. He didn't want to seem too happy, so he tried to cool it down.

You giggled at this. You find him attractive and cute at the same time. The motorcycle was a plus to the attractiveness alongside a leather jacket, black jeans, and just black esthetic look overall. So mysterious and enticing.

The moment Geto laid eyes on you, it was game over. Cute little sundress, enhancing your curves and busting breasts and round face with hime cut framing it. Your pouty lips begging to be kissed. He gulped at the temptation but shook it off. He took your phone with a smirk and punched in his number. Calling his cellphone so he can have yours as well. "There, now I have yours, cutie."

You blushed but beamed at him. "Thank you! I'll text you later!" You quickly ran off to your friends excited for what had happened. He longed for you and watched you go. He's probably going to text you first before you to do it.

Should I make smut for this? 🤔

MNDI!!!!!! (Imma smack you)

The moment you left the cafe and separated ways with your friend, you got a text.

-Hey, it's Geto. The biker you've met. I was wondering if you're up to do something tonight?-

Your heart beating, feeling the flushed warmth inside you growing. 'He wants to do something tonight?' You thought in excitement.

^Yeah, I'm just by Kuma Cafe, if you want to meet up?^ You texted back, thrilled. After you sent the text, he immediately replied back.

-Great, I'll meet you in 5 minutes. :)-

You squeaked in delight and dug into your purse to find your mirror to doll up a bit. Shiny lips? Check. Blush? Check. Eyeliner? Check. A few moments went by, and you heard the roar of a motorcycle nearby. You turned towards the sound and saw Geto. God, the helmet made him so sexy. You drooled at the sight.

He stopped and parked near the curb in front of you. He took off his helmet and flipped his hair back gently in place. Your heart beat at the motion. "Hey." He greeted with a smirk.

"Hi." You breathed out, finally letting out that air you've been holding in.

"Before we head off somewhere, I like to know your name." He stated, teasing. You blushed and nodded.

"My name is Y/N. Nice to see you again, Geto!" His heart pounded from the smile you made for him.

"It's my pleasure, cutie." He replied heartedly. "Now, wanna hop on?" He patted the seat behind him, inviting you. You were a little bit nervous as you had never been on a motorcycle. You made a step closer to him as he held out his hand for you to hold onto as you got on. Just from the touch, both you and Geto felt a pleasurable tingle from it. You squeeze your thighs together from the feel as Geto salivating from thoughts of your hands elsewhere. He gripped your hand a bit tighter before letting go of it and gave you his helmet for protection. "There you go." He placed it on you, "Now, you look badass." He chuckled as you giggled along with him. "Let's cruise around." Geto turned his bike on, and a deep rumbling sound soothed out. The vibrations of the bike didn't help your arousal as you held onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Off you two go, in the night streets of the city.

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Hours went on by, as you two stopped by a park to walk around and talk. Turns out you have some things in common but also completely opposite from each other, and that's okay. You two were invested with one another, listening to stories and about life in general.

"No way that happened!" You laughed at the story Geto told you.

"I'm serious, Satoru and I got detention for remodeling our teacher's panda stuff toy. He kinda looks like a gorilla, now that I mention it..." He wondered as you chortle.

"What a bad boy you are, huh?" You teased as he scrunched his nose and then guffaw.

"Ya, just breaking all the rules." He grinned down at you. Your breath hitched from the expression. Then your phone rang. You jumped a bit and apologized to Geto and then answered it.

"Hello? Uh, I'm not home yet. - Just out walking in the park. Don't worry, I'm okay!" You assured your friend who's on the phone, hoping that you were okay. "Okay, bye, talk to you later!" You hung up and looked up at Geto. "Sorry about that, I guess it would be time to go home." You checked the time on your phone.

"I could bring you home if you want? It's dark, I'd rather have you safe and sound." He added, and you agreed easily. Walking back to the bike, you both drove off to the streets.

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You two arrived at your location. Hopping off the motorcycle, you took off the helmet and gave it back to Geto, smiling. "Thank you, I had a wonderful time." You spoke softly, feeling shy and sad to be home so soon.

"You're welcome, angel." He replied, secretly not wanting you to go. You stared at hum for a little bit before turning to walk towards your place. You felt a tug on your arm and was turned around, and Geto swooped in for a kiss. Your eyes widen for the sudden attack, but close it to enjoy his warm lips upon yours. The kiss quickly became desperate. You snuggled your arms around his neck, pulling him closer down to you, wanting more. He groaned, licking the bottom of your lip. As he got access, tongues tangled with each other, tasting, hot, and wet. He loved the flavour of your gloss stick as he gently bit the lips. You moaned, feeling the pressure of your warm arousal beginning to build up between your thighs.

Geto held you close, by the waist and pelvic against pelvic. Growing hard from the kiss. You felt how he wanted you, feeling confident, you grind yourself onto him. "Fuck." He growled lowly as he stopped, to place his forhead on yours looking at you straight in the eyes. "Keep doing that, I won't be able to let you go."

You shivered at the thought, "Then don't." You muttered, hoping he’ll get the message and kissed him again.

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