#suguru fluff

suguru notices the moment you start shutting down.

you’re both on his bed, clothes half-gone, and suddenly you’ve gone quiet. too quiet. your arms are crossed over your chest even though he hasn’t even touched you yet. your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly it looks painful.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle. he stops moving immediately. “talk to me.”

you swallow hard, voice small. “can… can we keep the lights off? and can you… maybe not look at me too much?” your words crack at the end. “i’m sorry. i know it’s stupid. just… please.”

suguru’s heart twists.

he’s seen you anxious before, but never like this. not when it comes to being bare in front of him. you look so small, curled in on yourself, lips pressed together like you’re trying not to cry.

“it’s not stupid,” he says softly. he reaches over and clicks the lamp off, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. the room falls into gentle darkness. “nothing about you is stupid to me.”

he stays on his side of the bed for a moment, giving you space. then he asks, careful and patient, “can i come closer?”

you nod, eyes still closed.

“c’mon baby, you have to get up.” suguru smiled, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casting a warm—almost angelic glow across his features. suguru was so beautiful when he woke up. his long hair cascaded down his back and shoulders, the silky locs always tickling you whenever he shifted in bed. his soft hands always held you close, providing you comfort and warmth you’d find in no one else.

waking up to him was like heaven. he was always gentle, kissing you awake with his lips against your chubby cheeks, tickling your sides until you broke out in a smile. he took care of you like you were something fragile everyday—especially when it came to your sleep. he believed in coaxing you awake carefully—that every single person in the world was the most vulnerable when unconscious, so when it came to you? he was as tender as possible, taking care of his darling little kitten.

“no..too early.” you whined, burying your face deeper into his bicep, his body heat providing you more comfort than a heated pillow.

“hm..alright.” he started, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “but, don’t be upset when you sleep half the day—time we could’ve been spending together…but you chose your bed over me.”

that made you crack an eye open to look at him.

the little bastard was still smiling, looking down at you teasingly. what a little—

“you’re twisting my words, suguru!” you pouted, flopping over onto your stomach to hide your face from him. “i just don’t wanna get up everyday at seven like you dooooo…”

“but when you wake up at the same time as i do, i get to be with you longer..” he murmured, playfully tickling your lower back, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“stop teasing…”

“wake up and i won’t have to.”

“augghhhh suguru that’s so unfair…”

“you wouldn’t want me to play dirty then would you? attack while you’re asleep?”

“mmffghg…”

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

Moments like these made you feel vulnerable in a way you couldn’t explain, sitting under him, bare, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. “You okay, pretty girl?” Suguru’s voice drowned out that small one nagging you inside of your head. “Yeah… yeah I’m good.”

You had intimacy with Suguru before, each time he had held you in his arms and cradled you in such a way that can only be described as limerence. His violet eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze as he worshipped every inch of your skin. Yet, for some reason, tonight his usual affectionate gaze made you feel small, tightening your chest.

His gentle touches ignited fire atop your clammy skin in an unfamiliar manner. His mouth was hot on your skin but it didn’t feel right. The usual care felt suffocating. Not because of him, no, something deeper. Your lungs felt tight, throat running dry as you tried to breathe.

“Sugu stop, I don’t think I want to…” Your voice trailed off, your words felt heavier, as if a lump had settled in your throat. “Yeah? That’s okay, it’s okay we can stop.” In seconds he was off from on top of you, “Do you want my shirt, some shorts?” You shook your head, dragging him into bed next to you.

Suguru pulled the covers over you both before tugging you closer to him. He smelled nice, something floral hidden under those earthy scents he always wore. His cascading hair occasionally tickled your neck whenever he would lean in to kiss you. Soft, plump lips gently dancing over your cheeks.

“Have I ever told you that you are the prettiest woman I have ever laid eyes on?” The softness of his voice soothed you, like melodies playing into your ears. “I think you tell me that a lot, Sugu.” You giggled, hand coming up to brush his bang out of his eye.

His hand intertwined with yours, bringing it up to his lips to place a tender kiss on your flesh, “Not enough, never enough.” The action was so innocent, so sweet; it truly felt as if, for once in your life, maybe you were seen.

Your clammy skin stuck to his as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining and lips brushing your earlobe with every sweet nothing he mumbled. “I believe I would find you in every life because you truly are the one for me, sweetheart.” Each word settled warm beneath your ribs, sweet enough to make your chest ache.

Before you knew it, hot tears were slipping from your eyes and onto the pillow below. “Sweet girl, what’s the matter?” His words were as tender as his actions, large hands cupping your damp cheek in an attempt to get you to look at him. “I love you so much, so much.” Your voice wavered, hands curling around his neck to bring yourself impossibly closer to him.

Suguru brought his hand to your hair, gently cooing until your tears subsided. You felt him press a lingering kiss on your forehead, “I love you more than you could ever know.” His words were mumbled into your skin, etching themselves into your brain.

Bare torsos pressed flush together, no barrier between your bodies and yet you felt nothing but warmth and comfort. You lay naked next to your lover, vulnerable in the most intimate way and somehow this is where you felt safest.

Love isn’t always grand declarations or sensual touches. Sometimes, love was something warm, that bittersweet feeling of not knowing how to express yourself while somehow being completely understood by the one you held dearest.

Suguru hated when people touch his hair just because they find it beautiful, he doesn’t mind it when people tell him it’s beautiful because he doesn’t have to deal with their fingers. But, the second he sees their hand reach out— he’s already scooting away to avoid them.

However, he stopped when he realized he enjoyed your touch more than everyone else’s. It wasn’t meant to be nice at all, Suguru hasn’t even processed that your hand was tangled in his hair until you accidentally tugged on a few strands to harshly, “Sorry, Sugu. It got stuck in my fingers.”

Usually, he would tell people off for touching his hair without permission, but with you, all he could say was, “Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. You’re fine.”

And the both of you weren’t even official . . . yet.

The second he made it clear that he wanted to be your boyfriend, his head was always on your lap and he (quietly) demands your fingers to massage his head by sighing loudly and dramatically. You never got the clue but just love to play with his hair, all’s well ends well.

Then you started catching up on hairstyling. Watching videos made the urge bigger and you just popped the question, “Can I braid your hair? I don’t want to waste my money on a wig when I got my boyfriend.”

He made a deal, one hairstyle for a scalp massage session. Good deal I’d say.

“Ow.”

“Sorry, baby,” you whisper, tongue poking out in between your lips as your braid his hair, using the hair gel to tone down most of his baby hair, “okay. Look, my first client is going to be a friend who wants to cosplay. What do you think?”

Suguru was surprised that you managed to do all that in an hour. Of course, he had no say in this because when he told you it was great, he automatically became your test victim. Actually, not victim, he became your helping hand. Plus, he got head massages as a return.

You realized how he hates when people touch his hair during a day out. It was supposed to be a calm day for the both of you, a short trip to the ice cream parlor where you both went at the end of your first date. He suggested sitting outside since the weather was really nice.

Half an hour into your sweet treat, a girl came by and complimented his hair. Suguru thanked her with a small smile, but the moment her hand shoots out to touch it— he instinctively grabbed her hand to stop it, “Sorry, please don’t touch my hair,” he mumbled out.

The girl apologized because it was in the heat of moment before leaving. You blinked, “You don’t like people touching your hair?”

“Not really.”

“I should buy a wig then!”

Suguru seemed alarmed by the thought of losing your hand in his hair, he shook his head, “I never said anything about you touching my hair though. I don’t mind if it’s you touching. I just don’t like it when it isn’t you . . .” He spoke shyly.

“Really?”

Suguru nods his hair, “When is the next session? I want my massage.”

suguru looks like a fallen angel most nights. black hair cascading down his shoulders and back like rivets of spilled ink. you tell him exactly that and the smile he gives you is warm enough to make your soul ache.

“you’re so pretty.” you mumble under your breath, fiddling with the tips of his fingers to distract yourself from the sting you feel behind your eyes and in your temples. the weight of each day always seemed to hit you hardest under the cover of night. bringing tears to your eyes a tremor to your hand that just won't quit,

suguru does you one better, tracing his fingers down the length of your spine with al low hum. you feel the heat from his body soak into your skin, even through your clothes.

“you’re beautiful.” he tells you quietly, every word dripping with adoration. suguru would worship you all day if he could. would sink to his knees in front of every devotee and hug you around your warm center, pulling you so close your back would bend to accommodate his grip.

he doesn’t look you in the eyes when he says it, instead, he runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip slowly. not teasing, not sexual, just intenttional skin-on-skin contact.

the first of many tears spring forward from where they’ve collected at your lash line. suguru doesn’t shush you, he lets it happen, rubbing reassuring circles into your back as you sniffle and curl in on yourself.

you don’t even realize how tightly your eyes are closed until you feel him pepper kisses across your face, pressing each tear into your skin with pointed love.

“pretty girl.” he whispers. so soft his words are barely audible over your little sobs. “sensitive, aren't you?”

you nod almost apologetically, melting as his fingers start to massage the knots from the base of your neck gently. "that's okay though, right?" he reassures you, laughing quietly in his chest when you nod helplessly again.

you don’t know how he does it. holding you in his arms like this while you soak through the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. protecting you so effortlessly with his body against yours, whispering the sweetest things to you while remaining so strong.

he rocks you just the slightest bit as your sniffles begin to die down for the night. you let him engulf your every sense once you've finally come back down to earth. the residuals of his cologne, the heat radiating off of his body and into yours, even the taste of him as he finally presses a kiss to your lips, smiling softly when he feels your hands curl at the fabric by his collar.

when you finally part, he takes a minute to look you over, holding your face in his hands ever so gently. once he's satisfied, he lays you down next to him and pulls the comforter up to your neck with a sweet hum.

your husband had been in a foul mood all day. he gave one word answers, his tongue poked at his cheek, while his gaze narrowed out the window like he was lost in thought.

you sat in bed, tucked under the navy blue comforter in your silk nightgown, awaiting your husbands return from putting your two daughters to bed.

suguru shuffled back into the room, stopping at edge of the bed and slipping his house shoes off.

“sugu’.”

“hm?”

“what’s wrong?” your back pressed against the head board, head tilting at your husbands gloomy expression.

suguru parted his lips slightly, then closed again, he shook his head slowly.

“s’nothing, sweetheart.” his voice was low, tired, and anything but reassuring.

the bed dipped beside you as he crawled onto his side of the bed, his head immediately finding its way into your lap.

nothing my ass.

his arms wrapped around your waist instinctively, before letting out a soft sigh.

“suguru.” one of your hands gently brushed his hair out of his face, tucking the long raven strands behind his ear.

“mm.”

“what is it?"

he let out a huff, "I found a gray."

your hand froze in is hair, you were confused by what he meant for a split second before you saw it, a long shiny gray strand that loudly stood out in the rest of his luscious black strands.

"oh my gosh, babe I see it!" your husband groaned and pulled the covers over his head, earning a giggle from you.

you pulled the covers back down revealing the slight pout on his face, "sugu' its not that big of a deal, most dads are balding by your age, you have nothing to worry about."

your husband rolled back to his side of the bed, head plopping onto the cold pillow while his arms reached to pull you back into him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder in an attempt to steal the warmth off of his body.

"s'not just that."

your head lifted from suguru's shoulder the slightest bit, brows bunched in confusion.

"the girls didn't want me to give them their goodnight kiss, they said... that they were 'too old' for that."

your heart shattered right then and there. the look on your poor husbands face could've brought you to tears. you wasted no time in pulling his head into your arms and peppering his face with kisses.

"aww my poor baby."

"m'gonna murder whatever stupid kid got that idea in their heads."

a soft snort erupted from you, "sugu' they're in second grade, relax."

“suguru…”

you're bare, pressed against your very much naked husband under hot water, and all you want is to scrub your scalp peacefully. not to be pinned against his chest, which—yes, feels divine—but is not helping your situation.

“you always do this,” you sigh, smiling despite yourself.

“well, it's important isn't it? bonding with your wife, not letting the flame die between us.” he leans down, nose brushing yours.

“suguru, we just had sex this morning. i just wanna wash my hair, you're making this impossible…” his hands move up your sides, then down again, sliding over the curve of your hips. he just never stops. “you know i can't wash properly when you're stuck to me like this,” you mumble, trying and failing to tilt back.

water rushes over your shoulders, geto doesn't bother budge an inch—he only reaches behind you to grab his shampoo, “then let me do it.” he says not letting you protest as he squeezes the bottle, letting the luxury spill into his palm. “y'know mine's better anyway.”

“i don't wanna smell like cologne,” you mumble under your breath, your nose scrunching. it wasn't unusual for your husband to shampoo your hair—or to sneak his fancy products into your routine—but it was always funnier when he didn't know. not like he cared, he loooves when you smell like him. plus, the man had long, thick, silky black hair—any woman would sell her soul for strands like his—so it was only fair, right?

he clicks his tongue, “it's sandalwood and vanilla." he insists, “it's classy. it's sensual. it's the reason old ladies flirt with me at the farmer's market.”

you roll your eyes. “because your hair's shiny and look like a myth.”

“and i fuck like one.” he winks, all smugness and sin.

“suguru.” you try to scold, pinching his nipple barbells. he lets out a dramatic squeal that turn into a laugh. his smile falters just slightly as his soapy fingers start to scrub your scalp. 

and it was all cute and tease until you feel it—his cock twitches, pinned between your matching belly piercings. (a stupid VERY IMPORTANT detail you both got on a trip years ago—his dark stud with your initial and yours, a delicate charm that curves to match his.)

“every time,” you whisper “you say it’s about hair, and every time, you get hard five seconds in.”

“correction,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m hard before we step in. this just… makes it worse.”

his hands drift—long fingers sliding down the back of your neck, down your spine, until he’s grabbing a handful of your ass with a soaked slap. you squeak. “sugu—!”

“shh,” he hums, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and wet and open. “just let me love you a little. you feel so good like this. so warm, so soft—” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hitching. “…i can’t stop touching you.”

his lips drag to your jaw, nipping gently. he lathers up again, and this time, his hands come to your chest—slippery palms gliding over your breasts like he’s trying to memorize them through touch alone.

“i’m being helpful,” he says too innocently, voice low, soaked in need. “just a loving husband washing his pretty wife.”

“totally normal,” you manage, barely able to breathe.

“perfectly respectful,” he hums, thumbing over your nipples until they pebble, then dipping down to mouth at one—open kisses on wet skin.

“this is—ngh—this is not how showers work.”

wc: 628. not proofread. anon.

you were not much of a talker. and you boyfriend suguru knew that. he understood that. and because of that, he learned that small actions were signals that you wanted something.

you would stare at something for way too long at the store and he knew you liked it. you wouldn't take your eyes off of it until he grabbed your attention. "you like it, baby", he would ask, his height towering over you and playing with your hair.

"yeah..."

"do you want it?", you only stare at him, not really wanting to say anything. you didn't want to be ungrateful. "it's okay I'll buy it for you", he flashed you a smile and gave you a small peck on the cheek before taking it off the shelf and paying for it.

when you want to cuddle, you would walk up to hin and grab his hand then lead him onto the bed or the couch. he would lay with you, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he's caressing your thigh and kissing the top of your heard occasionally whispering sweet nothings.

sometimes you just sit on his lap when you want attention while he's either working or playing video games. he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips as you make yourself comfy. "you're gonna have all my attention when i'm done, cutie"

suguru almost always catches you staring at his food whenever you're out to eat. your boyfriend's food just looks so much more scrumptious. you try to make it subtle but he sees it. he picks some up with his fork/spoon/chopsticks and places it near your mouth. "say ahhhh....", he says and you open your mouth taking a bite of his food. it really was delicious.

"it's really good", you say and he smiles.

"mhmmm... if you want we can eat together", he pushes his plate between the both of you. you just can't help but think how sweet he is.

you always help suguru relax after he comes back from work. completely exhausted and all suguru can think of is enjoying a nice dinner and bath then cuddling with you on your shared bed.

although he understands that you're too shy to express yourself to him at times, that doesn't mean he's not gonna tease you.

you walk up to suguru and tug on his sleeve. he knows that means that you want a kiss, but he's gonna act clueless, just because he can. "what's the matter sweatheart?", he asks a stupid smirk on his face.

"uhh...", you're trying to come up with words but nothing. so you just stare at him and tug at his sleeve again, hoping he got the message this time.

"sweetie, i'm not just gonna understand you if you don't talk", he plays with the ends of your hair and you feel lile combusting. why was he doing this to you?

you sat in silence again but nothing. realizing that he really wasn't gonna do anything, you breathe out and gather your words. "i-i....want a...kiss", you say quietly.

"what's that? i didn't hear you. speak up pretty...", your heart is beating more rapidly now and your cheeks are getting warmer. but he's not showing signs of mercy.

frustrated you let it all out. "i want a kiss, suguru", he chuckles.

"you could've just said so", he pulls you by your waist, placing one hand behind your neck and placing a soft but passionate kiss on your awaiting lips. he pulls you impossibly closer to you, deepening the kiss only letting go to take in a breathe before tasting your addictive lips again.

suguru pulls away, the both of you breatheless, his forehead on yours. "that wasn't so hard now was it?..."