Suguru walked into your shared apartment, closing the door and locking it behind him. He’s usually the first to say something when he comes home unless he’s in a bad mood. Which appears he’s had a bad day.

“Hey, love. How was-“

Before you could say anything he was already on top of you—the couch caved in beneath you—, cutting you off as he kissed you. He ran his hand up your thighs and his fingers glazed slightly under your shorts. “Y’taste so good…” He hummed against your lips.