cult!leader suguru loves overstimulating your clit ⋆. 𐙚
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"nghhahh — sugu, s’too much," you babble, tears of pleasure and overstimulation rolling down your cheeks.
he’s had you here, in his lap, for over an hour — two fingers rubbing your clit in precise, unhurried circles. “you can give me one more, can’t you, sweet girl?”
he makes it sound like a question, like you had a choice. in reality, he means "you will give me one more."
because he knows you can’t say no to him.
you nod your head feverishly, thighs twitching as he continues circling your swollen, throbbing little clit. “mm, this is why you’re my favourite girl. such an obedient little thing," he hums, rubbing your clit just a little faster.
“mnnngh — please," you cry softly, throwing your head back against suguru’s shoulder, soft whimpers escaping you. “shh, i know, almost there now," he coos, "such pretty sounds for me, hm?"
your whole body felt like it had melted, every nerve was on fire, slick coating your inner thighs. you squirm helplessly in his lap, his fingers bringing you close to yet another orgasm.
"that’s it, pretty girl," he whispers, breath hot against your ear, "just a little more." he rubs your clit faster, pressing slow, gentle kisses behind your ear.
after a plethora of whimpering, whining and gasping, you finally come undone. your hips buck against his hand, your entire body trembling from the intense pleasure. “o-oh my — sugu! — mnghh," you cry out.
he hums lowly, half in satisfaction, half in amusement as he watches you fall apart on his lap again, his fingers refusing to slow until you’re through it.
“thereeee we go, good girl," he purrs. when his fingers finally cease their movements, he looks over your shoulder, smiling to himself. "you’ve made such a mess, hm?"
you can only pant and whimper in response, feeling him lightly slap your pussy, making you yelp.
"poor thing," he says, lifting his hand and observing the slick you’ve left on it, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"now, i know my favourite girl hasn’t forgotten her manners," he says, voice infuriatingly calm as always, like he hasn’t just had you crying on his lap for the past hour.
“t-thank you," you say quietly, earning a gentle kiss on your temple.
