#suguruxreader

CW : gore up ahead GULP…

sypnosis: I’m currently writing a fanfic that’s like suguru x f!reader x satoru which is crazily horror ig and I want to write smthing that everybody would like SO PLS.. PLS VOTE WHETHER I SHPULD CONTINUE WITH THIS FIC OR NOT GYAAAAA

Helloo, I am bringing the third part to you. :3

tw: smut

art by sush1.uma1

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"I know what you want to ask," Suguru said, pulling my hand away from my mouth with a faint smile.

"The truth is, after the mission, I felt like crap. Needed some time alone."

Suguru had once told me that his curse technique involved absorbing curses—like swallowing something filthy, a sensation he described as "eating a rag that someone used to mop up vomit and worse." I got it; he needed his space sometimes. Seeing him like this, though, was rare. Usually, he kept his warmth and his reassuring smile, hardly ever showing any hint of weariness.

"Now stop looking so worried," he added with a smirk, suddenly moving over me. Before I could respond, he slipped his hand beneath my skirt, tugging down my tights and underwear. Okay, so this was the plan, not talking—fine by me. He pushed my skirt higher as I bent my knees, anticipation curling in my stomach. His long black hair fell around his face, those deep brown eyes watching me as he lowered his head to meet me.

With his warm breath grazing me, he started slow, almost teasingly. My eyes closed as his tongue found my clit, sending waves of heat through my body. His hands anchored on my hips, stroking my thigh here and there, his deep breaths joining the rhythm of my own soft sounds. Suguru was nothing if not a pleaser—skilled, focused. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he took his time doing it.

As he slid a finger inside me, my back arched, and I couldn't hold back a loud moan. My breaths grew quicker, everything tightening and building. Gripping his hair with one hand and clutching the blanket with the other, I could barely focus on anything but the heat pooling inside me. When I felt myself about to peak, I managed to glance down, meeting his gaze for a brief second, his face lit with satisfaction. I closed my eyes again, letting the sensation crash over me.

When he rose up with that familiar smile, he leaned in to kiss me, his lips warm and tasting like me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting my breath settle.

Just then—knock.

"Ugh, fuuck?" Suguru whispered, annoyed. He shot me a look that said this was over, then got out of bed while I reached down to pull my skirt back in place, momentarily ignoring my missing underwear. He opened the door, only sticking his head out, though I could just make out Gojo's voice.

"Bad timing?" Gojo asked, looking a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, I see Y/N already found you."

"Yeah, we're good. Thanks for checking in," Suguru replied, a hint of impatience in his voice.

While they chatted, I casually picked up my stuff from the floor and slipped into the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, I stifled a laugh at the sight of my flushed face and mussed hair, smoothing everything back into place and adjusting my clothes. 

The door clicked shut, and I heard his footsteps approaching the bathroom. He leaned casually against the door frame, a relaxed smile on his face. "Want to stay over tonight?"

I grinned, feeling a rush of contentment. "Sure."

"Shower first, then maybe we can watch something? Have you eaten?" he asked, his voice soft with care. I nodded, reaching for a second towel as he turned on the water. We slipped out of our clothes and stepped into the warm, steamy shower together. As the water flowed over us, I looked up at him, feeling an unexpected warmth building. I kissed him softly, then slowly knelt down, keeping my gaze locked with his the entire time. His smirk told me he knew exactly where this was going. I wanted to make him feel better, to take away the remnants of the heaviness he had carried from the mission.

Thank God for the shower mat under my knees. He was fully in front of me, long and hard, and I took him in one hand, watching his face as his eyes fluttered shut. Warm water dripped over us as I started, moving my head in a steady rhythm, feeling him respond with deep moans. I reached for his hand, guiding it to the back of my head, and he caught on, gripping my hair lightly and taking over, moving in sync with me. It was a thrill seeing him in control, strong and focused, letting go in the moment.

At one point, he loosened his grip, stroking the side of my face and letting me take the lead again. I continued, focused and steady, until he finished, his warmth filling my mouth. I looked up, smiling before swallowing. As I rose to my feet, I caught a rare glimpse of him, slightly flushed.

"You know, I could get used to this view," he murmured, his eyes lingering on mine. "But now, let's make sure you're as well taken care of as you make me feel."

With that, he turned me around gently, his hands moving to massage the shampoo through my hair, his fingers slow and deliberate as he added, "Besides, I like knowing I'm the only one who gets to spoil you like this."

I smirked, feeling warm in his embrace. "Already been taken care of, but I don't mind being spoiled a little more by you," I teased, relaxing as he rinsed the shampoo from my hair. I reached for the bottle, squeezing a generous amount into my palm and working it into his hair as he leaned down, letting me take over.

"Feeling any better?" I asked as I massaged his scalp, my fingers trailing gently through his wet hair.

"With you? I feel like I'm at my best," he murmured, leaning into my touch.

After the shower, he handed me a pair of his boxers and an oversized shirt, which made us look comically like twins. We settled on the bed, a documentary playing in the background while we talked quietly.

"I've been practicing, you know," I started, eager to share. "I've got some new moves to show you. I've been thinking about my abilities, figuring out how to make them work in real combat."

"Oh? Really?" His eyebrows lifted in a way that said, I told you so.

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "I realized I could start channeling them during combat—it might help me stay ahead of attacks."

"That's a great start. I'm impressed." He gave me a teasing smile. "Makes me want to test you out right now."

"Yeah, that's not happening," I said quickly, laughing. "I should practice on my own first. No way am I embarrassing myself in front of you." I felt a bit of doubt creep into my voice.

He caught it, reaching for my hand. "I've told you—I'm here to help, whenever you're ready. We can train together as much as you need." He stroked my hair as I lay in his lap, his fingers combing through it as he watched the screen, glancing down at me now and then.

After a pause, I found myself voicing my fear. "Would it bother you if I never reached special grade?"

He shook his head, pulling me closer. "No way. And besides, you're already special grade to me." He smirked, leaning down to kiss me, his gaze warm and steady.

The last day of this short weekend arrived: Sunday. With Tori and a lot of the students returning, the day felt unusually quiet, leaving a strange, lingering taste of calm on my tongue. After breakfast, I left Suguru to his own duties and headed back to my room, checking my phone every now and then for a response from Tori. I was excited to practice, eager to try out my new moves, especially with the looming possibility of another mission on the horizon.

Finally, a beep broke the silence. I checked my phone to see a message from Tori confirming our training session. She called immediately after.

"I'm calling you—it's faster," she started, clearly annoyed. "I am so over it. My aunts came to visit, and it's the same old questions every time! I'll tell you all about it, but right now, I seriously need to let off some steam. Meet me in an hour? I'll already be at campus, ready to kick your ass." She laughed, but I could tell she was serious about releasing some frustration.

"Can't wait," I replied with a smirk. I knew Tori was strong; she wouldn't make it easy for me.

I packed up my water bottle and gear, carefully securing my nunchaku before tying my laces and heading to the field. When I arrived, Tori was already there, waving enthusiastically with a big grin.

"Hey, girl!" she greeted me with a tight hug.

"Hey! So, what happened at home?" I asked as I dropped my bag, pulling out my nunchaku while we walked to the center of the field.

"Ugh, I'll tell you while we're sparring," she replied, rolling her eyes. "You seriously won't believe what they said..." She trailed off as we took our positions, getting into a stance opposite each other.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting sharp shadows on the training field as Tori and I faced off, ready to engage in our sparring session. Tori grinned, her eyes glimmering with excitement as she activated her Light Orbits technique. The air shimmered around her, creating a dazzling array of glowing orbs that floated menacingly in her vicinity, each one pulsing with raw energy.

"Hope you're ready for this!" she called out, a playful edge to her voice as she gestured, and the orbs swirled around her in a beautiful yet intimidating dance.

I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as I focused my energy. My ability to sense emotions is becoming sharper, and I could feel the confidence radiating off Tori, mixing with her determination. I twirled my nunchaku expertly, feeling the weight of them in my hands, and settled into my fighting stance.

"Let's see what you've got!" I shot back, charging forward.

Tori released the orbs, sending them whirling toward me like a storm of light. I ducked and weaved, using my heightened senses to gauge her movements and predict the trajectory of the orbs. One orb grazed my shoulder, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake, but I pressed on, focusing on the rhythm of the fight.

As I closed the distance, I could feel her excitement shift to concentration. I swung my nunchaku, aiming for her midsection, but she sidestepped effortlessly, her body moving with a fluid grace that made it clear she was enjoying the challenge. In response, she summoned more orbs, and they spun around her, creating a barrier of light.

I let out a determined breath and switched tactics, trying to sense any flicker of doubt or hesitation in her mind. I saw her brows furrow slightly, a sign of focus. I pushed my attack, using my nunchaku to deflect one of the orbs as I advanced.

"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, landing a swift kick to her side.

Tori grunted but immediately countered, launching one of the orbs at me with incredible speed. I narrowly dodged, feeling the air whoosh past my face as it soared by. Just as I regained my footing, she unleashed a barrage of smaller orbs that surrounded me, creating a dazzling yet dangerous cage of light.

I could feel the pressure building. Sensing the slight wavering in her confidence, I adjusted my strategy. I focused on her emotions, channeling my energy to create an opening. I could sense her determination shifting to frustration, a small crack in her composure. I took a breath, gathering my energy, and launched myself through the gaps between the orbs.

I felt the thrill of the chase and landed deftly in front of her, swinging my nunchaku low to sweep her feet out from under her. Tori stumbled back, her concentration momentarily broken. Seizing the opportunity, I closed in, my heart racing with exhilaration as I tackled her to the ground.

With a swift motion, I managed to pin Tori beneath me, sitting on her chest and looking down into her surprised eyes. The glow of the remaining orbs flickered in the background, casting dancing shadows on our faces.

"By the way, Nanami is single," I added with a teasing smile, feeling a rush of pride from my victory. Just as the adrenaline began to ebb, I heard applause ringing out. Turning my head to the side, I spotted Suguru striding toward us, a tall figure silhouetted against the bright sky, with Gojo and Nanami following closely behind.

"Great job!" Suguru exclaimed, excitement in his voice as he approached. He ruffled my hair playfully, the gesture warm and familiar.

"I almost thought Tori was going to get you, haha," Nanami chimed in, his smirk playful yet genuine.

Great, I thought to myself, this would definitely be the topic of conversation for the next week. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed but also amused by the friendly rivalry.

"I knew you wouldn't wait for the week to practice, and we were close by, so I wanted to come look. I hope you don't mind," Suguru added, his eyes sparkling with admiration for our sparring session.

Still catching my breath and wiping the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve, I felt a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. The realization that I had actually won the match made me crack a smile, one that felt both triumphant and a little shy.

"She was amazing; I'm so proud of her," Tori said, giving my shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

"Thanks, everybody, but applause isn't necessary," I replied, feigning nonchalance as I swished my hand in the air like it was no big deal, even though I could feel the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

Gojo stepped forward, leaning casually against a nearby tree, arms crossed, a grin plastered on his face. "If you keep getting this good, I'll have to watch my back. You might just challenge me next."

“Yeah, right,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

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