⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: 600+ special!! Idk if this is a celebration number but who cares
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: emotional sex, nurturing kink, softdom!sugu, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, he’s kinda mean :(, mindfucking(?), clit play, edging, “poor thing” “sweet thing”
Suguru is one of the strongest and that’s no doubt.
And anything that comes with being the strongest means you’d have to have some sort of ego.
His ego is big but not like his boisterous, high energy, all around the place like Satoru’s was.
His is different, a different type of energy. He looks and acts like a more toned down version of Satoru in a way. Don’t get me wrong, Suguru does have an ego, I’m not denying that. But his is in your face but his words make you stop and think. He likes saying things to make you think. He’s a smart man so he likes teaching you things as well. It was different having him as a boyfriend because he’s still ego driven just in a different way now.
No, he doesn’t call you weak or useless. He’s just soft but mean and terrifyingly calm. You see Suguru is the one that likes to play with your mind. He wants to see how much his girlfriend can take. He always loves giving you your orgasms faster when you’re close and encourage you softly. But he never once took it unpredictably slow.
Both of your schedules were tight so you kinda had no time to be taking it slow but when you both get those easy days off from missions it’s back to that soft and gentle mood. Another thing he loves doing is teasing you. Not in the way where he snatches something important away from you but saying something clever that goes over your head in the moment. It’s playful and slick. It’s not like you were complaining anyways, because during sex he would do it more on a tender level and change his tone to a sweet hypnotic lullaby. He’s not afraid of showing you how much of a pretty mean man he can be so now he wants to take it further and slow down his pace and let your body surrender. Don’t resist. He doesn’t want your body to resist him, ever. He wants you to be safe. He wants you to feel safe.
He has to start with your lust, it just makes sense to him. He has to take care of you. But as he is mean he is also sweet. His sweet words coaxing you when you need to do something important or just need some encouragement. He believes in you when you just stop stressing and let go. He’ll mock sympathy cruelly when you’re so close. He’s not going to stop when your crying or shaking, it’s just your body's natural response. He’ll plant that into your mind subconsciously. That your body should let him take care of it.
‘Don’t chase your orgasm baby, I’m already giving it to you.’
He’ll hammer it into your brain and let it cement.
He should be your only source of pleasure. That’s what happens when he touches on you slowly.
He likes to cement things into your mind subconsciously so you learn certain behaviors unconsciously, only because of him. All so he can be part of your muscle memory. He likes taunting for a while, but not until you’re so agonizingly close to an orgasm. And when you’re close—he feels, observes your body when it stiffens and stills when he rubs slower on your sore clit when your pussy is creamy and legs are giving out. He needs you to let your body stop, rest and yield.
He wants to rewire your brain and only train your mind for when you stop resisting that temptation to ride out for what he’s already giving your aching body. He’s so mean when you can’t stop cumming. He rubs you until you absolutely start begging for it—and when you warn him when you’re about to cum the bastard goes slow enough for a whine to almost slip through your trembling lips. He wants you to feel with all your senses and reinforce your body to not chase it, hold it there just for a second longer. Pinching your clitoral hood back and exposing the raw flesh to the air. He’ll pause for a moment and wait.
Until the small slow loops start up again making your pussy creamier. Slowly again rubbing softly against your puffy bulging clit. He knows an orgasm can be ruined and he doesn’t wanna leave his poor baby in the dark, you don’t deserve that. You’ve suffered enough so let him take care of you. You should be relaxed and happy. Dragging your pleasure is meant to feel earned but also devotion. And that’s what he likes to do when you get quiet nights like this—in his bed, spread out on display for him, yielding.
A small grazing circle around your hard sensitive clit. He doesn’t want to make his sweetheart worry ever, so he keeps being soft through and through. He’s sort of a gentle man. When he’s in your ear speaking sweet like honey, and you’re melting like ice cream in his hands. He’s so sweet to you but again, he will drag this out for as long as he can before he gives you a real orgasm. And when he does give you a real orgasm he doesn’t stop until your shaking, he stops when your body stops that feeling of chasing the orgasm he’s preparing you for. In his mind you need to be still and accept everything he gives you when giving you pleasure. He doesn’t think you’re weak, he just pity’s you when your mind is deep in subspace. You’re so deep he can’t help but feel a little torn for his sweet girl.
He doesn’t degrade you with awful names like ‘whore’ or ‘slut’. He degrades you softly. When he’s having sex with you he’ll make sure he’s on the forefront of your brain. Every-time. And when you feel all your cum form at your core he notices your straining legs growing boneless and pinches back your clitoral hood, barely and just slowly teasing. Waiting a short second as your instincts were about to snap. Everything clenching and shaking.
He’s so sick in the head.
He rewards you and keeps rubbing your clit in smooth skilled circles.
“Good girl, doing amazing.”
He’ll praise your body after listening to his voice. When you start shaking and crying he doesn’t move faster or go harder, he keeps the same aching pace so you can orgasm intensely and amazingly at his touch. With your over sensitive body you cum violently squirting and creaming all over his hand as your clit swells bigger after the sweet roller coaster. Your body shaking so hard as his hand insists you take more from his strength.
Why is he so sweet and mean?
“Aww, I’m so sorry baby.”
He just rubs across your clit even more—completely indifferent to your fat tears running down your pretty puffed up face. You lose it and start sobbing, streaming down your face. A burning sensation in your stomach. Squealing again about how much cum is seeping out. But it didn’t matter. What matters is that he’s finally taking care of it.
“Poor thing can’t resist.” Voice continuing that sweet and calm.
It’s making sure and pressuring the belief to sit and stay. So your body will never disobey him. To feel safe and to feel free. His teaching is making your short circuits turn in your fuzzy haze. But your outer body is so overstimulated from his continuous torture. Now your sobbing out your emotions in a frenzy. He’s so touched by your tears, but he has to keep going to really open up your mind and see what’s inside.
You start confessing built up feelings.
“I just wan-wanted to be—your-p-perfect-g-girlll!”
He caresses your hair at the back of your head letting it fall as he comforts you. He wants to know why you feel that way, he can’t help himself. So he rubs a little harder. Keeping your legs bound by a spreader bar. “My poor baby, tell me what’s wrong hm?” So sweet and poisonous.
Oh god did he have to reduce you to this?
A sobbing shaking sad mess.
In his eyes, it’s only necessary.
“I’m not perfec—t!! Sowhyyy!!??”
You have no clue of what you do to him. He hums and pretends to think as you whimper brokenly. “Hmmm..I love the way you uplift me, I love the way you’re so kind to others,” he massages your scalp. “And I love the way you care about me, I’m so proud of you for staying with me when things get bad, I’m glad that you exist my sweet girl.” His sweet girl.
He appreciates you in every way possible. It’s as simple as that. Let it consume you. It’s love and he wants you to feel it. You must feel it with the way you’re crying right now. And when all is said and done you’ll both be back to curses, following directions, exercising, or doing mundane things and always will think back to this—this feeling. It leads back to love. You think this might be the truest way to experience it with you, with him.
You’ll blush at each-other like it’s the first time again.
He went inside your mind.
This was an interesting experience.
Now it’s time to give you a proper orgasm.
You cry out his name when he pulls your hair back a little. Drool coming down your bottom lip and you just sob. Body sweating and damp. You hear his voice whisper something in your ear. “This is love.” Your brows furrow and you swallow. You make a mess every where. Your cum creaming on his hands even more. It was so messy that you’re so embarrassed. You’ve never orgasmed this much in your life. If you were honest your brain is going to mush. All his words of affirmation went to your pretty little head as you give him everything.
He finally lets go of your clit and pulls back your clit hood, opening your leaking pussy as you pant and shake.
He’s so proud of you tonight. He’s so proud of you for telling him what’s wrong, he’s so proud of you for everything you do. He’s so proud of you for existing. So let him consume you.
Your conscience is barely sensible at this point. He’s completely insane. You try to look at him but the beat of your heart is too fast and way louder. Your vision is blurry and you can’t focus. There’s so much ringing in your ears you can barely keep up. You feel like you can’t feel anything for a moment in the afterglow.
It was so peaceful. Your eyes were aching from the tears but that’s okay, he’s here with you to make it all better. When you open your eyes again it felt like you were truly present in the moment. With heavy limbs in his arms and rocking you slowly made it feel better. He’s so warm and big. You close your eyes and lean into him further sniffing his scent—feeling your throat hurt from your earlier screams when clearing your throat. “Mmh..” you feel sleep wash over you and cradle you.
He’s accomplished helping what’s been on your mind. He’s cleared it out with you. And if you’re struggling he can just help you out again. And again. And again. And again.
You don’t have to deal with anything alone anymore sweet thing. He’ll just fuck it out of you, slowly.
You can’t respond to him no longer. He’s already fucked your poor pussy so good you might’ve fainted. But luckily you were just really, really, really tired right now.
He pouts and lifts your sticky face to look at him—or at least the mess he’s finally acknowledging. And like before you can only moan in response because your body is so fucked out. He thought to himself again making note to never push you this far again unless it’s absolutely necessary.
‘Just when it was getting good..’
You’ve seemed to have fallen asleep on him after all those intense orgasms. He’ll take care of you. Just leave it to him, he cleans up a mess after making it. And he cleans you. He pushes your thighs apart and eats you.
Your body jerks back to life and starts trembling again trying to push his head away. “Suguru!! Aaaahhh!!!” Your voice breaking once again. He sucks on your clit humming as his tongue swirls—licking unrelenting. Your mind was shot back into subspace. How could he do this to you? Oh yeah he’s cleaning your pretty pussy of its mess. Your cunt cums hard and soaks his face. Your back to crying again because of him.
He opens your pussy again and looks up at you.
“Look at it honey. Isn’t it wonderful?”
You can’t piece together anything. His poor baby is so broken down. But that’s okay isn’t it? He isn’t going no where. So you don’t have to run. Lean into him.
Now you’re being such a good girl.
“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t suffer.”
His voice coming back into your senses.
He likes it better when you earn it.
He ruffles your hair softly and you want to cry at that too. Maybe you were more sensitive to your emotions after that. He must’ve known your body most needed that big relief. He’s so proud of you.
“My baby, so dizzy hm?” He looks down at you satisfied. All soft and sweet. He knew you couldn’t answer so he instead picks you up and gets you ready for a hot shower, he’s so caring.
He made you cum so much in one sitting. It was all a blur when you were cumming in his arms. Now you feel so empty with that out of your mind.
Your body feels the ache. Feeling the ache of his love made you feel so special. And more bashful too.
He let you know that you’re so loved and taken care of. He’s so happy. He wants people to know you’re loved by him.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: again, ty for 600+
