i just feel like suguru can talk anyone out of their clothes. he's stupidly attractive and such a smooth talker. (lol didn't people join his cult just bc he's hot???) literally a master of seduction. one moment you're just chilling with him and talking about life, then boom. you're somehow naked underneath him and he's talking you through the most intense orgasm of your life.
Summary: Meeting your senior who you have a lot of unsaid chemistry with on his best friend - Gojo Satoru's birthday went unlike what you could ever imagine. After all, Suguru can be patient all the time, however, not when you have people like Haibara and no shame left to not rile Suguru up. ;)
Warnings: No warnings as such, slightly jealous Suguru - however, it's not overbearing, Nicknames (Cute ones), F!ngering, hickeys, wall-sex, etc. Shoko caught us :P Suguru being cute UwU
The moment your eyes met Suguru at Satoru's birthday party, you knew exactly how it will turn up for you. It's ravishing, how he looks in casuals, wearing a denim jogger and a loose fitted white T shirt, hair neatly tied in a bun that accentuates his features more than you can imagine… then again, Suguru Geto is the epitome of siren gaze, the way the drink in his hand languidly touches his lips while his eyes continue to stare into you… it was like sex with eyes. All-consuming in the best of ways.
Haibara distracted you from your internal thoughts, and the steamy eye-contact session with your senior. He has such a welcoming grin as he strikes a conversation with you, smiling and gleaming with joy as he blushes. He can't even hide his crush on you. "Y/N, oh my you look so beautiful." He beamed, leaning into your ear to make sure his voice reaches you with the ongoing bustle of the party. When the distance between you and Haibara lessens, Suguru's dislike is evident with the way his jaw clenches. Satoru notices it right through him, "Aw, someone's having a silly little crushie crush." Satoru elbowed Suguru, to which the latter's response was an annoyed eye-roll. Yes he has a 'crushie-crush' and right now, his 'crushie-crush' was knowingly pushing his buttons to erupt a reaction out of him. You think you're so slick, leaning in to Haibara and fake laughing at his jokes, complimenting his perfume. You want Suguru to come to you so bad huh?
Your confidence and internal bratiness fade away like the mist when you notice Suguru walking towards you two, heavy footsteps and not a friendly body-language at all. You gulped, when his large palm, almost covering Haibara's shoulder landed onto it, squeezing it gently. Haibara flinched, turning back to see Suguru faintly smiling, "Haibara kun, why don't you excuse me and Y/N san for a moment, hmm?" He asked it in a questioning way, but it had no option of denying. The grip on Haibara's shoulder was tightening with every passing second. You could see it with the crumpled crease on the crisp ironed shirt.
Fuck, so far, you and Suguru have hung out usually in the group. You two have talked one-on-one on several occasions, went on missions together too, but after the amicable senpai-kouhai relationship turned into something with sexual tension and chemistry; you two haven't said much. Just letting the realization sink in.
Haibara eventually left, nervously chuckling with his hand rubbing the back of his head when Suguru's aura encapsulated the whole situation. He was playful, he was kind, he was beautiful, he was also someone who carried a silent sense of authority. A dangerous sense of crippling control which would crumple just about anyone- except Gojo Satoru.
"Enjoying yourself?" Suguru lessened the distance, hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned in to match your height. You managed to nod with a smile, maybe playing glib would help.
"Yes of course, aren't you?" You smiled, looking up at him with a careful collection of all your confidence in one go. You didn't want to seem too cocky, but you also didn't want to look nervous.
"Of course I am. It's my Best Friend's birthday, why wouldn't I?" Suguru tilted his head, clicking his tongue at the way your eyes ensured eye-contact. It made a series of dull throbs reach his core, how cute would you look when he forces you to make eye contact, holding your face while he's drilling your cunt. Maybe Haibara can watch so he doesn't try seeking you out again..
"How cute, Haibara has a crush on you and you're making sure it persists?" Suguru came right to the point, and you blinked. Oh no, you can't act glib and unaware anymore can you?
"At least, he's 'pursuing' what he likes." You managed to excuse yourself, willingly brushing against Suguru's arm for a drink.
Suguru's eyes met Satoru's at that very moment, the white-haired man pulling a simpy thumbs up for his best friend. Oh he was rooting so hard it was almost adorable. While you knew Suguru would follow you again, making sure the conversation is not ending so easy. You riled him up, you need to take responsibility by bearing the consequences, it's only fair.
Suguru reached the bar counter, standing right behind you, leaning in against the shell of your ear, "Perhaps, you consent to being pursued then?" The lacey arrogance in his tone, along with the build-up surety of you not going anywhere from him- made him sound so hot. You closed your eyes for a second, biting your lip with a nod.
"Then, does my Pursued little menace want to take this elsewhere?" Suguru beamed, you turned around, hand lacing down from his shoulder to his chest, looking up. "Am I just being pursued for sex, Geto sama?" You raised a brow, and Suguru smiled, head-patting you gently. "No. I can be a bit too old school for this," he smiled, truth-laced eyes confessing his intentions before any sentence ever could.
You smirked, walking away, turning back to make sure you nudge him to follow you. Before you could reach anywhere, Suguru's hands wrapped around your wrist, pinning you against the nearest wall in the solitary corridor away from the party. "Got you." He nuzzled his nose, leaning in and shutting you up before you could say anything, kissing you passionately and shoving his tongue in, eating your breaths and whimpers. Fuck, you've wanted this so bad, too. You have Haibara and Gojo to thank.
His hands wandered across every little curve of your body, squeezing your clothed breasts, pushing you further into the wall while you feel his semi on your stomach, bulging, pressing.
"Shit, you-" Words were failing you, Suguru was demanding, it was the way his hands wrapped around the back of your head, wrapping neatly into your hair to tilt your face upwards. "Look at me." Suguru hummed, stray hand shoved into your panties and feeling your warm pussy, your drooling cunt. "Who's this for, Little one?" Suguru smirked, taking his fingers tainted with your arousal and suckling in front of you. "It is for you, Geto san." You blushed, you wanted to use his first name so bad, but something depraved about not being in First Name basis yet and still having his fingers deep beneath your cunt did something to you.
"Better be all for me, if it were for anyone else I’d have to be mean and teach your pretty pussy a lesson." Something about the ease with which Suguru said absolute filth to you, made you throb and whimper. Fuck- what if someone catches you two?
You whimpered again, feeling the probing of him inside you, curling his fingers and kissing your moans off. "I don't mind you screaming, maybe I can tell Satoru to shut off the music so they can hear you properly?" Suguru teased, while all you could do was shake your head no.
His mouth latched onto the curve of your neck, suckling onto your supple skin and searching for the sweet spot that'd have your legs give out. When Suguru found it, you bucked at the shocking waves of pleasure, "Shit, Geto- san, Geto- hmm, wanna-"
"Cum for me? You are so cute, I'd let you this time. Next time say something along the lines of, 'Let me', are we clear darling?" You noticed the hidden stern-ness in his sentence, malleable though, one that said you don't really 'actually' have to, but it would be fun to submit. It would feel light and feathery to submit. It would be rewarding, to submit.
You nodded, gnawing at your lip as you felt the orgasm rake through your body. Shivering and spasming all around him with your drenched pussy.
Your moans almost caught people's attention. Shoko was standing at the end of the corridor, it wasn't lit up properly, but you did hear her whistle. "Get it Y/N!" She grinned, and oh boy you flushed harder than a ripe tomato. "Bagged Geto finally eh?" She cackled, clapping. "Good luck."
"Fucking hell she's getting it from me." You shuddered, pouting in embarrassment. Suguru leaned in, kissing your worries off with a soft, tender touch. One that said, 'I'm here'.
"Climb onto me sweetheart," Suguru wrapped your legs around him, good thing you wore a skirt. Easy to now shove your panties to the side and shove it all in.
Suguru did exactly that, one hand wrapped shut around your mouth as you felt his girthy, veiny cock break into your sopping cunt. Your scream muffled just right, god it felt so carnal. How you struggled to take him all in, how you screamed out, how you massaged him so needily.
"Ssh, that's it. All in, good girl." Suguru grunted, gasping a little along with you. "I'll take you on a date after, have to show you I am a gentleman too." Suguru chuckled, kissing your forehead as he started moving inside you. Reaching depths within you, until he couldn't possibly probe into you anymore. Your cunt stopping him from going in further.
You screamed, moaned and whimpered at the stretch, at the deep thrusts and how each one made you see stars. You are pretty sure Gojo Satoru at least, is hearing all of it. Oh you'll never see the end of it with him…
"Get- Geto san,-" You whimpered, feeling the familiar coil in your pelvis about to snap.
"Suguru, call me Suguru." He groaned, leaning in and suckling onto your earlobe, thrusting sloppier but still deep.
"Sugu- Ah, Let me cum, please." Oh his baby is such a fast learner, it makes him blush and smile hard. "Of course, Angel." He smiled, tipping off the edge too, taking the liberty to fill you up, painting your walls white and riding both of your orgasms until he finally halted.
"I'll get you a Plan B, don't worry." He coos, wrapping his hand around your face and cupping it preciously, wanting to soothe you, wanting to look at you more and wanting to love you.
"Let's go back, and please, be right by my side. Can't face em' alone after all this." You pouted with a chuckle.
"Of course, going to be right by your side." Suguru said sincerely, and he meant every word of it, whether it was a lifetime or just this party.
something about the way you sob and tell him 'daddy, 's too much!' when he thrusts hard and deep into you has his head spinning. he loves the way you sound. he loves the way your eyes closes and your head leans back. he always responds with trails of kisses to your collarbone, whispering "shh, i know baby. i know, but you're gonna take it like a good girl, right?"
— SATORU GOJO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, SUGURU GETO, soft!touya todoroki, keigo takami, shota aizawa, (post time-skip)tooru oikawa, tengen uzui, KYOJURO RENGOKU, your fav.
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contains: dubious consent/consent not explicitly given within the written work, brat taming, blowjob/face fucking, degradation, spitting, slapping, swearing.
word count: 1066
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“Watch your fucking mouth, little girl,” Suguru’s breath ghosts over your ear, bringing goosebumps to your arms as his hand clamps tighter around your throat, back meeting the wall with enough force to momentarily knock the attitude right out of you.
All the vitriol in your body evaporated, the words of your next sharp retort dying on your tongue as soon as you felt his hand closing around your windpipe. Wordlessly, helplessly, silently, your mouth opened and closed as you desperately wrack your brain for a response, but none comes, and you’re left to gaze at your boyfriend’s hulking figure.
Sugu is pissed. It’s the silent, seething kind of anger that so easily bubbles over, makes him snap, and has him acting on his irritation before he can reason through the fact that you’re looking for this exact rise out of him. He’s gone, giving in to the desire, the dark, lustful need to put you in your place.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asks you, faux sympathy dripping on each syllable. He considers you, gaze dark as he smirks at the blush that’s invaded your cheeks.
“Not so big and tough now, are you? Little whore mouth of yours isn’t as brave now?” he’s cooing, so condescending it makes your skin prickle with anger and embarrassment, but there’s little to no fight left in you, not now, not after he’s silenced you with his large hand on your throat, long fingers millimeters from overlapping at the back of your neck.
Words, again, fail you, and you’re barely able to gaze into the tall man’s eyes as he squeezes your throat, and you’re ashamed to feel yourself get wet at your predicament.
“Since you want to run your mouth,” he continues, seeming to not need your input on the matter, “I’ll have to put it to work, now won’t I?”
Quick as a flash, you’re on your knees in front of him, eye level with the distinguished bulge in his pants. Shame creeps up your spine further when you feel excitement in your veins, but he seems to be aware of this, because he laughs. Cold. Cruel.
“You don’t get to cum, baby,” he tells you, again, the condescension in his voice so heavy and mocking that you want to cry. Your expression must reflect betrayal and shock, because he laughs again, fisting his hand in your hair and tugging you closer to him, pressing your face unceremoniously against his hardening cock.
One hand snakes around the front of his pants and pulls his zipper down; the other hand still stays in your hair before yanking you forward. You feel the shaft, the hard, hot shaft of his cock against your nose and lips as you’re shrouded in his scent.
“Mouthy little whores like you are only going to service me, understood?”
And as if you needed guidance, he used the hand which was wrapped around your hair to move your head up and down. A nod.
“Oh, smart girl,” he said, faux-praising you. “Now get to work.”
Suguru’s cock is so thick that you often worry about whether or not it will fit in your mouth. It always seems to, though, even if he’s gotta force it a bit. After following instructions to spit on it, he was shoving his cock in your mouth, a satisfied moan leaving his lips.
Salty precum fills your mouth, a result of Sugu enjoying your brattiness more than his words lead you to believe. But you know he enjoys it. He always does.
Sugu only gives you a moment before he’s thrusting into your mouth, a gag erupting from your throat as you were not quite ready for the full length of it. Your gag just makes him laugh, his hand pulling your hair and guiding you closer to his hips, ultimately forcing more of his cock down your unprepared throat.
Tears stream down your cheeks at this point, and you struggle to regulate your breathing, just as Sugu expects you to.
Abruptly, he pulls you off his cock, a long string of saliva connecting your lips to his throbbing, needy dick. You sputter and gasp as air fills your desperate lungs, and Sugu’s low, cruel laugh reaches your ears. Your eyes unfocus, and for a moment, you think you hear his voice, but you can’t be sure.
And his hand slaps your cheek hard enough to leave a sting, making you whimper. Mere milliseconds after, he grips your jaw and forces you to look up at him. He isn’t mad, though, not like the slap may make you think. Instead, his face is amused.
“Have I fucked you dumb already?” he coos, mocking you. “Can’t even hear me when I’m asking you a question.” His fingers press into your cheeks, at the vacant spot between your teeth, making you open your mouth.
And he spits directly into your mouth, holding your jaw closed until he feels you swallow it. Arousal leaks from you at this point; Sugu knows just what to do to get you going. In the next moment, his cock is buried in your throat, and breathing is a struggle once more, though not as much as the first time he pressed his pubic bone against your face.
His thrusts aren’t gentle. He fucks into your face at a brutal, unwavering pace. Your throat slowly loosens, accommodating the massive length being fucked into it, though the wet and choking noises from your mouth don’t stop. They get louder. And as they get louder, Sugu’s thrusts get more desperate. It appears he was more aroused than you thought by your show of defiance, and soon you realize how correct that assumption is.
Less than ten thrusts into your hot, wet mouth later, and he’s pulling his cock from your mouth, now sloppy and wet, and jerking it over your face before globs of sticky cum paint your cheeks.
The sight of Sugu standing over you, cheeks pink, face flushed and pleasured, makes you whimper, and when he hears that, he smiles. This time, it isn’t cruel.
“Guess you got me off pretty good there, little girl,” he coos, friendly. Then, his hands are under your arms and he puts you on the couch, the closest piece of furniture, and settles down right on top of you.
And it’s many orgasms before he gets off of you again.
