very suggestive content!

under the influence

it‘s a chilly evening. the wind is whispering its nightly lullaby, while the stars are slowly lighting up the city. you‘re standing in the balcony, glass of wine in hand, whereas your boyfriend has his usual cigar between his lips.

you‘ve always wondered what the smoke would taste like on your lips. although you aren‘t one for smoking, your curiosity just tends to pique a lot.

so you tend to turn to your boyfriend, geto suguru, and ask him all the things you‘re curious about his habit.

"babe," you turn to him, quirking a brow as you eye the lit stick between his lips. "do your lungs not burn after taking a drag?"

geto looks at you, then back down at his stick before he puffs out a white fog. "not really. i‘ve gotten used to it." he hums, taking your wine glass and drinking from it. "why?"

you hum in return, shrugging your shoulders as you look far into the distance. "seeing you smoking has got me intrigued. i‘ve never smoked before, nor have i ever tried it."

this isn‘t new information to him. he already knows that you‘ve not once touched a lit cigarette in your life. he isn‘t against it, in fact, he finds it bewildering that someone like you—who‘s not into smoke— is someone with him—who‘s never seen without the cancer stick hanging between his lips—.

"well, if you‘re so curious," lowly, he reaches in for his pocket and grabs the last stick he has. you eye him and smile. "here."

you shake your head and place his hand back into his pocket. "that‘s your last stick."

geto simply shrugs his shoulder and looks at you with a lazy smile. "if it‘s for you, i don‘t mind."

you can‘t help but roll your eyes at him, chuckling as you take a sip of your wine. "thank you, but i‘m not into it. i just wanted to try and feel what the smoke is like when it‘s in me for once in my life."

at your words an idea pops into your boyfriend‘s head. "yeah? you want to try what it‘s like?" he asks, intrigued but also almost eagerly.

"mhm, kinda."

his smile becomes wider at that.

geto tips your chin, forcing your eyes and his to meet. he smiles lazily and inches closer to your face. "you sure you want to try it?" he asks.

you have no idea what he‘s about to do, but you figure it must be one of his stupid yet hot ideas. as much as you know that he could be doing one of the dumbest things ever, you‘re still going to fall through with it; because it‘s him, your boyfriend, the love of your life, geto suguru.

you nod and he smiles once again, bending down and whispering into your ear. "close your eyes," he says in a husky voice.

you do as told, quietly listening to whatever is happening. all you hear is him taking one long exhale before his lips are pressed against yours.

geto‘s deft fingers are holding your cheeks softly to open your mouth as he passes something on to you. you moan lowly, feeling his tongue wrapping around yours before he pulls back and smirks at you.

"exhale, baby." is his order. you follow strictly and blow out the smoke from your mouth. white fog fills the air as he watches you with hazed eyes. he licks his lips and takes a short drag from his stick before he nears you and slowly blows near your face.

through the fog, you see his eyes clouding with lust as he holds you close to him. "how did that feel? good?"

you‘ve truly never been one for smoking, but god forbid would you be on your knees just to do that again.