suguru plays with his favourite pet ୨ৎ
themes; teasing, fingering, heavy praise, pet names, orgasm delay, obedience, lap sitting, clit play
It’d been five months since you turned up outside the cult’s large building searching for a greater purpose. Since then, everything had changed.
Able to sense your cursed energy, the raven-haired man took you in. He claimed you’d find purpose here, as well as a warm bed and like-minded people. Suguru took a particular liking to you, perhaps it was your innocent doe eyes, your willing nature, or the fact Jujutsu society had been unkind to you.
He felt somewhat protective when it came to you, like you were the most rare and delicate flower. You noticed since the beginning he was more patient with you, gentler. And in return, you trusted him, followed him. You craved his approval and praise like water in the desert.
There was a tension between you and Suguru that’d gone unacknowledged- but not for much longer.
Another follower had passed on that Suguru wanted to speak with you in his room. You thanked them for letting you know, slipping on a long satin robe over your pyjamas that hardly seemed appropriate to wear in front of him.
Maybe you didn't want to be appropriate- not tonight.
You let your hair down and headed to his room, knocking quietly on the large door.
You hear a steady voice call out, “Enter.” As you open the door, you’re met with Suguru sat in his favourite chair, a book in his hand that he closes slowly, before setting it down on the table beside him.
“You wanted to see me? Is there anything I can help with?” you ask eagerly, remaining in the doorway.
“Come in, shut the door behind you” he responds, a gentle, playful smirk forming. You do as he asks, now standing in front of him and fidgeting with the necklace you have on.
“Stop fidgeting, you know I don’t like that” he says steadily, watching how your hand darts back down to your side.
“I’m sorry” you apologise quietly, anticipation increasing your nerves- candles flickering all around the room.
“There’s my good girl, always so obedient” he purrs, his voice low and steady as always. “Kneel sweetheart” he says after a few seconds, his eyes remaining on yours. You knew better than to question him or his actions, so you kneel before him; looking up at him curiously. He found your naivety so damn cute.
“You must be wondering why I asked you here tonight, hm?” he says, his hand ever so slowly making its way to you and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You nod, increasingly aware of how you begin to blush at his touch.
“I just wanted to tell you how proud you’ve been making me recently” he praises, watching how your thighs instantly press together. His favourite part was the fact you thought he didn’t notice.
“T-thank you Suguru...” you respond, the room suddenly feeling smaller. Your chest tighter.
He leans forward slightly, his silky black hair and robes moving with him. “I don’t want you to think I haven’t noticed, I’ve just been thinking about how I can reward you is all” he adds, his voice a low purr inches from your face.
You squeeze your legs together tighter.
“I take it you like the sound of that, yes?” he says before cupping your face with one large hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheek.
You nod again, fearful that filth may slip past your lips if you talked.
“Use your words, pet” he encourages.
“Yes- I’d like that...” you respond. “I gathered that from you pleasuring yourself. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he teases. Your cheeks flush red. “I- I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to-” you struggle.
“Mm. Stand up” Suguru demands gently, watching you closely as you rise to your feet again. “Come here” he says, gesturing to his lap.
You slowly straddle him, your face inches from his again as you try to keep your robe shut. “Didn’t I tell you to stop fidgeting, hm? Take this off” he commands.
You oblige once more, removing your robe to reveal your skimpy pyjamas. Your nipples show through your cropped, thin white vest- your shorts also leaving little to the imagination.
You breathe a little more heavily, trying to steady your nerves as Suguru’s eyes roam over your curves. His hands explore your body, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples a few times resulting in a quiet gasp from you in the process.
“So responsive” he observes, one hand now resting on your lower back, the other on your thigh. “You like it when I touch you, hm?” he adds, his fingers rubbing feather light circles on the inside of your soft thigh.
“Yes...” you reply gingerly. “And where else would you like me to touch you, pet?” he teases, his hand moving further up your thigh whilst he awaits your response.
“E-everywhere...” you say quietly, the embarrassment of saying it out loud making your cheeks flush even pinker. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly, he was enjoying every second of this.
His hand reaches your core, thumb brushing against where you ache for it most. “Here?” he continues to tease, his eyes never leaving yours. You moan softly at the contact, clutching his strong shoulders where your hands rest.
Your only thoughts were him, his hands all over you, the low purr in his voice, the faint smell of sandalwood on his clothes- you buck your hips eagerly into his touch; desperate for more friction from his thumb.
He pulls back a little. “Eager, aren’t we?” he smiles gently, his eyes beginning to darken with lust.
“Sit still for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” he adds, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit that remained hidden by your clothes. He adds a little more pressure this time.
“Yes Suguru... I’ll be- still" you respond, exhaling as you try to steady your breathing once more.
You can feel Suguru’s hardness pressing against your core as he continues to rub you through your shorts with precise, measured circles. The rise and fall of your chest quicken with every brush against your swollen nub.
“Such a good girl” he praises again, pulling you forward a little more to whisper into your ear. He nibbles gently on your earlobe whilst he continues his ministrations, “So patient.”
Minutes had gone by, though it felt like hours- you ached for more pressure on your clit, his fingers deep inside you... You had to remain patient. He could pull away at the slightest movement, the slightest buck of your hips.
You couldn't get greedy, not with Suguru.
Your wetness had seeped through your thin cotton shorts and panties, Suguru’s thumb now glistened with your arousal. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he feels you squirm slightly in his lap, your body betraying your attempt to stay still.
His fingers continued their slow, now even slower teasing dance over your clit, driving you mad with desire. “You’re soaked” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Your reward will be all the sweeter for waiting.”
Your body felt like it was on fire, like every nerve was somehow a hundred times more sensitive. But it seemed Suguru felt you’d waited long enough.
His grip on your hip tightens, holding you steady as he increases the pressure on your clit. You moan out loudly, your body almost sighing with relief.
“Suguru,” you moan his name like a prayer, your grip still steady on his shoulders.
“Almost there, aren’t you sweetheart” he chuckles darkly, pinching your clit with two fingers making you gasp before he rolls it teasingly between them. He then moves your shorts to the side, gaining full access to your cunt.
“My my, so pretty.” He continues again rubbing your clit, now picking up the speed as he expertly slides a finger inside you, curling it to hit your sweet spot whilst his thumb continues pleasuring your aching button.
One finger turns into two, he pumps them in and out of you rhythmically as he feels you draw closer to your release.
Your thighs begin to twitch and shake either side of him, his cock still hard beneath you. You lean and settle your head against his shoulder, moaning sweetly into his ear. The room fills with the sounds of your desperate whimpers and his gentle encouragement, your orgasm approaching finally.
You don’t even have to say it. He knows how close you are, he feels your cunt fluttering around his fingers and your clit pulsating quickly- the way your body chases his fingers craving release.
You hold him harder, your hand making its way to the back of his neck and gripping his hair.
“That’s it, almost there now” he encourages, leaving soft, effortless kisses on your neck as you make a mess of his hand.
With one final, sharp cry you cum all over his fingers, a triumphant smirk crossing Suguru’s face as he feels your body convulse. He continues to ease you through your orgasm, slowing his pace as you come down from your high- his hand stroking the back of your head tenderly as you lay limp and panting against his chest.
“Mm, there we go. Did you enjoy that, pet?” he asks, withdrawing his hand from inside your shorts and positioning you back to look at him.
He takes in the sight of your flushed cheeks and tired eyes, your dishevelled hair... It was the most perfect you’d ever looked.
“Yes... thank you” you reply gratefully.
“Good. Now open wide, pretty” he coos, slowly dipping his fingers into your mouth, encouraging you to clean them off. You hesitantly open your mouth, cleaning his fingers off compliantly.
“So good for me,” he strokes your hair again.
You move a little, your core grinding against his painfully hard cock. He hisses at the friction, grabbing your wrists firmly, but not hard enough to cause discomfort. Just enough to hold you still.
“I think that’ll do for tonight” he says, clenching his jaw slightly. “But.. What about you? I want to help” you say quietly, looking down at the outline of his impressive length. He chuckles lowly, freeing your wrists and gently shuffling you off his lap.
“Patience. You haven’t quite earned that reward yet” he smirks. “Run along now and return to your room” he says softly, watching you nod and head towards the door slowly.
“Goodnight, pet” he says, adjusting himself and picking his book up again, as if you hadn't just come on his fingers.
He knew just how to keep you wanting more.
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