#smutmami

overview: plug!suguru & plug!reader

(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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