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k-indie · 2 years

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Soft Jazz w/ Suguru

passionate!soft!suguru }{ smut mdni 18+ }{ no tags, all softness }{ listen to this if you want

The smell of aftershave and cedar and hemp perfume filled your senses, tingling and exciting you in a way you'd never thought you'd experience again. Something sweet about the wine he'd placed in your hand and the kind smiles he offered you, it was all so overwhelming in the best way--and to add to the subtle, sophisticated atmosphere, the jazz playing smooth, light in the background of his patron-less bookstore was the cherry on top.

How long had it been since you'd seen him?

How much did he truly miss you? He'd never shown you this much kindness before and you weren't sure if he was even the same person you'd left behind to go to college all those years ago. Who was he now? And when did his beauty grow stronger, deeper, and sweeter?

"How long has it been since we last spoke, (Name)?"

He sighed as he took his place next to you on the loveseat sofa in the office at the back of his shop. It was a beautiful room filled with books and waxed, glass-contained scrolls he'd preserved from the Edo period. The scrolls were gifts he'd received from an old friend, he told you.

You hummed in delight at the taste of the wine again, "Funny you should ask. I was just wondering the same thing. I'd love to say three years ago at most, but I'm sure we both know it's been longer than that."

He chuckled heartily at your lop-sided grin and offered his own straightened and warm one right back, "I did the math. See, you left me a little after high school graduation," he tipped his head towards you and gave you a goofy grin to hide his disappointment, that which you knew better than to poke at, and he continued to say, "I had this bookstore built two years after that, and now, it's the best bookstore in the country, award-winning for three years since opening. Plus, the year we were all supposed to meet up in San Jacinto for Shoko's birthday party. The one you had to miss due to exams."

You were surprised and unsurprised to know he'd kept track of all of those years. Was he truly hellbent on making you feel guilty for missing your own best friend's birthday party the year prior?

And how had you missed this announcement before? He owned the top bookstore in the country and it won three awards so far? Perhaps more?

"It's been six years, (Name). I hope you don't mind that I kept track of you while you were away. Not stalking, scary or anything worrisome, for that matter. Just constantly checking in with the people who were able to hold your attention unlike I was."

You were speechless, stunned, and you had to bite back the tears that threatened to blur your vision. Had he really been so in love with you that he really couldn't let you go? Had those years with him in high school meant more to him than he let on? What was the change now? Was he heartbroken? Did you mend it by merely showing your face at his recent award ceremony for a fourth year on top that evening?

You hadn't realized you were still silent, left eye already letting a tear stroll down your cheek painfully slow that it tickled your skin and his thumb wiping it away as he smiled so incredibly beautiful at you. You hadn't realized you were still staring even after feeling his thumb in the numbness of your being on your cheek, his hand turning under your chin to cradle it lovingly as he tilted your head up some more to look at him straight in the face now?

"Earth to (Name). Surely, you didn't disappear on me again, no?"

You finally snapped back to reality when his husky, deep voice met your ears. "Sorry, I..."

He tilted his head, a sign he was listening, he wanted to hear you and to know what you were going to say and the impatience of having to wait for you to divulge whatever was eating at that pretty mind of yours- it was too much. He had missed you so deeply, so dearly, and he wondered if you'd heard his heart call out to you at all while you were away. Was it beating loud enough to hear halfway across the world? Was it beating hard enough that it shook your apartment with every systole to diastole that took place beneath his pericardial?

Surely you had to hear it. How couldn't you?

"I didn't realize... I'm so sorry, Suguru."

He clenched his jaw at the beautiful sound of his name rolling so gently off of your wine-coated tongue. Oh, how he wished he could taste the mixture of liquids pooling beyond your lips once more.

Instead, he wanted to take it slower, allow you both to catch up to each other's new lives and reminisce on lovely days past. "It's quite alright. I hope you don't mind me asking, have you dated anyone else during your time away?"

You smiled sweetly at him, a shake of your head was all he needed to feel his shoulders relax, his jaw unclench again, and the breath he was holding left his chest fluttering like that of a boy in love. "I have not dated since I left you high and dry after high school, my love. And I don't think I ever will again."

Your smile fell once more, eyes casting over the floor and the slowly draining glass of wine that you sipped at once more, eyes moving up with the tilt of your head as something long-forgotten pulled your attention to it.

Gasping, nearly choking on your wine, you stood up quickly. Looking back now to Suguru, who sat still, arm resting on the back of the sofa and you quickly paced over to the bookshelf where many trinkets had been placed, you were quick to fondle the locket you'd given him on your first anniversary with him. Tears prickling your eyes once more, you picked it up gingerly, opening it to see the pictures of you and him on one side, and the beautiful group of people you'd all been great friends with for years in youth to adulthood on the other side, laughing, smiling, hugging, tugging, and you and him at the back of the image in a lover's hold.

"I had that polished about a week ago. I told you before and I'll say it again, (Name), I'll never let you go."

You held the locket to your chest, tears spilling out as he finished his revelation. The warmth of his hand met your shoulder, slowly trailing down to your waist and he took the moment to hug you from behind, chest to back, chin to shoulder, and both eyes closed on your person and his.

He missed you sorely, and even now with you cradled so lovingly to his chest--leaning back into his warmth--he still missed you as if you would disappear from his arms and he'd wake up to find this was just a dream, a figment of his imagination that felt so real, so warm, and as you turned in his arms to hug him back, he felt his heart palpating even harder against his breastplate.

With you wrapped up in him like this, he could say for sure that it was not a dream, that you were really here with him after six long years, and really hugging him as if it would be the last time you ever did. He could feel it. He could practically hear your heart singing to his as you kissed his cheek, screaming at him how much you missed him too.

"Please, (Name). Don't ever leave me again."

It tore at your heart to hear him begging you so desperately to let him back into your life and to never let him go as he'd done for you. He needed you. Couldn't you see it, feel it?

At that, he pulled your left hand from over his shoulder and you felt something cold, something firmly grasping over your ring finger and you froze in your place, chin still planted against his shoulder, and he pushed you back by your shoulders to get a good, long look at your face.

You were so beautiful like this: your hand gliding over his arm to cup his that was placed softly against your cheek, the flow of tears that still haven't stopped running like a river down your face, and your softened eyes looking up at him with that love in your eyes that he never thought he'd see again.

"Look at it. I want you to stay with me. Longer this time."

Chuckling lightly at the quick raise of his brows and his cheeky grin, you raised your hand to look at what he placed around your finger, moving his hands up to wipe the tears that had been shed as you raised your hand.

Not a diamond.

Platinum silver with rose quartz as the stone. He remembered how you ranted and raved to him one night about how beautiful, how poetic, how spiritual it would be to have one as your wedding ring and you were--once again--too stunned to speak.

His fingers intertwined with yours, lifting his hand to his lips and kissing each of your fingertips. "I wanted to give you this not only as a gift to you because of what you'd told me that night at Gojo's birthday party, but because I want to unify us for good this time. And who better to wed than my first real love?"

You could feel your chest tightening with excitement, happiness, love, fear, worry. As if he read your emotions right from the pages of your mind, he spoke sweetly to you, kissing your forehead once before whispering against it, "I'm right here. You have nothing to fear. You'll make a great wife and an even greater mother."

"M-mother?"

He straightened his back, lifting his other hand to your chin and placing a chaste kiss to your lips, almost lingering as he spoke, "Yes, I want to start a family with you. I want to live the life with you I had only dreamed of in high school. I want to have all of you and I want you to have all of me."

It was all too much too fast, but you were accepting it. It was okay that you were overwhelmed, it was just fine when he placed his lips over yours once again, passionate and slow were the lips of your past lover soon to be husband.

"I love you."

"I love you so fucking much."

And that he did, when he took you to celebrate your engagement in all the places you enjoyed most, the strolls through the town as the sun set on you and especially now, at his humbled abode and splayed across his sheets in another embrace betwixt lovers that brought a certain joy to you that you thought you'd lost long ago.

The occasional harsh thrust into you had you moaning so sweetly into his mouth, legs twitching with overstimulation clawing at your bones, muscles, clit. Chests pressed so tightly to one another that you felt his heart beating in tandem with yours, and he was kissing you so passionately, so raw now that you were sure your lips would be swollen and puffy before you'd finished.

His hand slid across your forearm down to your hand, grabbing it tight and placing it next to your head where he held it in a loving vise grip to match the hold your cunt had on his cock.

Every roll of his hips was a stroke of his love into you, a merging, a melding of souls and bodies burning into each other with the fire of a thousand suns and the love unlike any other.

It wasn't the first time you'd made love, no. In fact, you'd made love to him many times before you left for college. But it was different. He knew more now than he did before, he felt more now than he did before, and he wanted to give his attention, his time, his love, his money, his life, his children--all of it, to you.

When his tip pressed against your cervix, it welcomed him, bloomed around him like the softest flower he'd ever known, had ever been graced to hold, to taste and feel. He'd never let you go again and he made sure of that when he tenderly fucked you into his mattress, lifting your legs up into a mating press before pulling away from the kiss that lasted longer than you could hold your breath, exchanging saliva and air with each other that you were bound to remember forever.

"I'm going to change the pace now. Is that alright?"

You smiled softly at him, "Yes, my love."

You could feel his cock twitch in your cunt, eyes lidded and fiery as he glared down at you. You were welcoming the stretch so openly, the pain that came with the pleasure he helped bring forth for you, and when he slowly started the easy push and pull of his hips, he kissed you again, stilling his hips to whisper sweet everythings against your lips, he pulled back, biting the juncture where your shoulder met your neck and picked up a quick, harsh pace that had you slowly drawing out a long whine of his name, colorful words flying out of your mouth at the brutal pace and force.

It was as if he was fucking you like he hated you, switching to a slower pace as if to say he still loved you, and back to the brutal pace to say you fucking left me and I want you to know how hard it was for me to watch you walk away.

And as if he spoke those exact words right in your ear, grunting lowly as his pace grew sloppy, nearing his edge as he pushed you over yours, you whined out for him, "I'm s-sorry. I-I'm so sorry, Su-Suguru. I prom-ise to stay with you- aghh -forever. I love you, I love you, I love you!"

He knew you did. He never doubted that fact. You had always been there for him, always reliable, always lifting him up when he was down. You did more for him than you'd done for yourself and he was surely going to give that back--that support, that unconditional love, and the life you'd dreamed of having. With him.

And when he shot his seed into you, you were more than happy to take it all for the fourth time that night, straight into your womb.

"I love you. I will always love you, (Name)."

Sorry, I know it was kinda long, real short smut at the end. But I had this on my mind and I needed to get it out. I fucking love Geto Suguru so much.

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