Politely asking for spoiled princess and suguru uwu you would do that saur much justice im shaking at the thought EEEE
🗿
CW: Fluff, Eating, Reader Just Gets Babied, Gender Neutral Reader
W/C: 1,332
“Happy birthday to you,” you wake with a melodic voice filling your ears.
When you open your eyes, the first thing you’re met with is the beauty that is Suguru Geto. His eyes are crinkled as he grins, tone soft as he sings. It fills your stomach with an emotion that’s a bit hard to place. Joy? Gratitude? No, something deeper.
Suguru finishes singing and places a soft kiss on your forehead. Warmth bursts across your skin, trailing across the planes of your face. Suguru loves you. He loves you. He loves you. It was palpable, felt in everything he did.
He’s looking down at you, his fingers adjusting a piece of your hair behind your ear. He smells sweet, like icing and yearly wishes. You think he was probably making your birthday cake, and your-
“I made breakfast, want me to bring it to you or do you want to eat on the couch?”
It’s a tender question, because you know he would offer to bring it to you regardless of it being your birthday. That’s just the kind of man Suguru was.
He loves to spoil, loves to baby, loves to love. It was a bit overbearing at first. Over time you’ve learned to lean into it. In fact, you may lean into it a bit too much. Especially during times like these.
“Will you carry me to the couch?” You bat your lashes, perfectly playing the part of a needy partner.
“What, no ‘please’?” He teases as he stands.
“Suguru, it’s my birthday!”
“Ahh, I suppose you’re right. Manners aren’t required on national holidays, huh?”
“No!”
He grins and pinches your cheek lovingly.
You think he gets off on your defiance more than you do. Freaky bastard.
Suguru spins on his heels to bring your breakfast to the living room while you nuzzle into the blankets. If the promise of food wasn’t imminent, you probably would be drifting back to bed. But it was Suguru’s cooking you were talking about. Not a chance in hell you’d miss that.
He comes back after setting the breakfast down by the couch. Suguru lifts you up, his strong arm holding the back of your knees while your head rests against his chest. It’s a short walk to the living room, with golden light filtering in through your windows. He sits on the couch with you draped across his lap.
You peek an eye open and see the tray full of goodies in front of you. French toast, fruit, and eggs to name a few. It looks wonderful. The aroma floats over to you and makes you stir against him, but you’re so damn comfortable.
“Have you gone back to bed already?” The tone is teasing and it goes straight to your heart.
You grumble and nudge his chest with your head.
“Don’t you want breakfast?” He asks.
“Feed it to me…” you whine as you look up at him.
Suguru lets out a loving sigh. He’s putting on a front as if he may be bothered, but it’s a farce and you know it.
“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles, looking down to cut your French toast.
You relax in his hold, your body laying across his thighs as he tends to you. He gathers a piece drenched in syrup before holding it up on the fork, looking down at you.
“You have to sit up, I can’t have you choking on your birthday.”
You pout and nuzzle further into him before shuffling into a seated position. Suguru brings the fork next to you, nudging it against your lips. The stickiness spreads across your mouth, dusting your lips with sugar. You open up and grin when the food hits your tastebuds. So good. He never misses.
“You could have me choking on any other day?”
“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart.”
You bite your lip and look up to him. There’s pink growing on his cheeks, and you can’t tell if it’s due to the hard work he’s put in this morning, or if it’s from the sight of you needing his help.
He places another piece in your mouth before setting the fork down to grab the fruit. He’s holding a grape, plump and cold as he brings it up to your mouth. You wrap your lips around the grape and eat it, flicking your tongue against his thumb as you do so. It’s hard to make Suguru flustered, but every once in awhile you’re able to achieve the task. Like now.
Suguru clears his throat and continues to pamper you, feeding you as you drape yourself across his body.
Once you’re finished eating, or more aptly once Suguru’s finished feeding you, you let out a heavy sigh. Your stomach and your heart were full.
“What’s next on the agenda?” You ask, as if you’ve had an arduous day so far.
“You tell me.”
There were so many options. More than anything, you just wanted to spend the day with him.
You also wanted to be babied by him, but that was neither here nor there.
“Suguru, will you paint my nails and do my hair?”
He looks a bit ruffled at the request. He was ready to offer you the world on a silver platter, and you just wanted to have your nails painted?
“Sure, baby. What color?” He gets up and shuffles around to locate the polish, grabbing all of the supplies he needs.
“Black?”
“Birthday black it is.”
Suguru told you that sadly, you’d have to come to the kitchen table to get your nails painted. He told you that a couch full of paint wouldn’t be very good, and you were inclined to agree. Suguru sits across from you at the table, brush in hand as he maneuvers around your fingers. He treats them as if they’re precious, delicate pieces of art.
It’s a sight to see. Soft locks fall over his shoulders as he analyzes his work, you think he must be biting the inside of his cheek.
Once he’s done, you marvel at the results. Neat, because obviously it was. Your nails shine under the living room lights, honestly it looked so good you almost felt bad not paying for it. He’s watching you, his fist propped up under his chin as he smiles at your enthusiasm.
“It looks so good Suguru!”
“Thank you, I’m happy you like it.”
You take another moment to appreciate your nails before you look back towards him. There’s love in his gaze as he admires you, a soft smile resting on his face.
“Hair?” You ask, wanting to feel his hands on your scalp.
Suguru raises his brows, and looks up towards your eyes as if you brought him back to reality.
“Hair.” He responds, getting up from his seat to gather the supplies.
He works silently while you talk his ear off. At the beginning of your relationship, you were a bit worried you annoyed him with all your talking. But now you know that’s not the case. He loves when you talk. He loves to listen. It’s not really a surprise when his best friend is Gojo, king of loud mouths.
When he’s done, he holds a mirror up in front of you. Suguru was talented in everything he did. Your hair was perfect, no strand out of place. The sight brings a grin to your face as you whip around to face him. He’s standing behind you, brushing a hand against your hair as he looks down.
“Thank you!” You jump up from your seat and throw your arms around his steady figure.
Suguru coos and hugs you tightly, resting his head atop yours.
“Of course, darling.”
Once you’ve had your fill, although you could hug him for much longer if given the opportunity, you pull away. You beam up at him while he lovingly looks back.
“Was that all you wanted to do today?” He questions.
“We’re just getting started!” You respond.
(THANK YOU FOR SAYING I WOULD DO IT GOOD YOU’RE SO KIND. SUGURU LOVES YOU VERY MUCH. I KNOW HE DOES)
102 notes
·
View notes