being cult Suguru’s favorite worshipper is hard!
From the moment he pulled you into his lap that day you knew you were in for a hell of a ride.
Now- it really isn’t all that bad. Sure the other worshippers gave you dirty looks, trip you in the hallways, and pull your hair but hey! You still have what they don’t.
Love. Attention. Care.
everything he offers to you, everything you could ever need. So why shy away?
he takes notice of the way you try and move away from him when in front of everyone. Why is that? are you embarrassed? Nervous? he needed to know.
so of course that day he called you in his office, telling you to sit down. On his lap.
You have to admit- it’s not that you don’t like his affection, of course you do! The clothes, the food, the care. It’s all lovely! But if you keep this up, they’ll all hate you.
“Tell me what’s wrong little one, why do you hide from my touch now hmm?”
his voice is gentle. Not rough, not rushed, just- soft.”I..I have no idea what you mean sir.”
Suguru lets out a sigh, sounding almost disappointed.
“You always tell me what’s wrong. What’s the problem my lamb?” His tone doesn’t change, but the look in his eyes does. You think before you speak. if I snitch it’ll make it worse..”I’m sorry, I can’t tell you, it’d be wrong.” He takes in your words, shifting you in his lap slightly. “I see.” His words are short, simple.
After a moment of silence and avoiding his heavy gaze- he speaks up. “You know your my favorite right?” This catches you off guard. You don’t want to sound cocky and say ‘obviously’ so you nod, earning a chuckle from him.
“then why do you pay so much attention to what those morons think? I thought a sweet thing like you would know better than that.”
This time he takes his finger and lifts your head up to meet his.
“I..I-“ you take a minute before you give your full answer. “I didn’t want them to hate me.” Your words come out quieter than you meant it to. He nods, not breaking eye contact for a second. “You are mine. If someone were to hate you it’d be under my say so. Instead of worrying about what comes out of their filthy mouths you should be more worried about mine.” His hands suddenly goes down to your neck, gripping softly. “Is that understood?” Suguru lingering gaze grows sharper, staring daggers right into yours.
“yes sir.”
