Read between her thighs Pt. 2 (Suguru x fem!reader)
The room suddenly felt 10 degrees hotter as Suguru's arm snaked around your torso like a vice, anchoring you in place, his other hand tracing lazy circles over your clothed sex.
“Mm... so wet for me, baby.”
He hummed against your neck, his low voice masked by the soft, needy whimpers escaping your lips. You felt the curve of his smirk against your pulse, tilting your head to the side as his lips latched on to your sensitive skin.
Your hand shot up to grab fistfuls of his hair as he continued to suck on that sweet spot that made you a gushing mess. Without missing a beat, Suguru's fingers hooked around the fabric of your ruined panties and he pulled, the fabric taut against your folds, pressing against your clit with cruel precision.
You yelped, surprise and arousal heightening your pleasure before you rested your head back against his shoulder, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
His voice was pure smug satisfaction as he pulled the lace tighter, wrapping the soaked fabric around his finger, the delicious friction against your sensitive clit making you arch against him.
“... didn't think you'd be so needy so fast.”
Your fingers gripped his hair tighter at his taunts, making your thighs part further for him. Your heart was hammering in your chest like a war drum, your skin flushed and beads of sweat peppering your brow. You could feel your stomach tighten into knots and—rip!
The lace gave out under Suguru's ministrations just like your resolve and a shiver ran down your spine, not just from the air on your bare skin—but from how easy it was to let him see you like this, stripped down in more ways than one.
“A fitting end to the teasing little menace, don't you think?”
He breathed, gently licking the shell of your ear as he tossed the ripped fabric, his fingers cupping your oozing folds.
“You were so close to coming... I could feel it in the way you tugged at my hair.”
His sinful whispers continued as he flicked your sensitive nub with one finger, the grip around your middle tightening as you let out a moan and arched further up.
“But you forget that your orgasms are mine to claim and give, babygirl.”
His tone turned almost mocking, taunting in that sexy way when he was ready to wreck you with minimal effort. As if he wasn't doing that already.
“Did you ask permission before getting so close to coming?”
You opened your mouth to answer but your words were cut off by a low, filthy moan as he inserted one finger into your slick heat, making your eyes flutter shut.
“That's right, baby. Moan for me... Show me how you unravel with my lightest touches.”
His words made you wetter, the filthy cockiness making the knots in your stomach tighten again.
You jerked as you felt another finger, the delicious stretch eliciting a low, guttural moan from your throat.
The room was filled with wet, squelching sounds as his fingers picked up a merciless pace, coupled with your whimpers and moans echoing off the walls, the erotic symphony heralding the approach of yet another high.
Your brain was a sinful pudding that refused to process anything other than pleasure as you tried, and failed, to form a single coherent sentence.
“So pretty for me, babygirl... Creaming all over my fingers like a filthy little doll."
The praise washed over you as you feel the beginnings of your release at the base of your belly, winding tighter and tighter with each precise stroke and curl of his deft fingers.
Suguru's pace increased as he brushed your hair out of your eyes, looking at you with that sinfully self-assured, smug look that always made you unravel.
“Good girl. Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
And then with the precision of a nuclear warhead, he whispered, soft and teasing.
“Let me hear you beg for it.”
God. That voice. That look. You’d shatter for him if he told you to breathe differently. Your thighs tensed with the effort to hold yourself back.
“Sugu... please... I need to come...”
Your back arched as you threw your head back, resting against his shoulder, your chest rising and falling from the effort.
“I can't take it anymore... Pl—anh! Please.. let me come!”
His smirk turned devilish as the words left your lips as he leaned down, his lips finding that spot on your neck, as he whispered sin into your very skin.
“So pretty when you beg for me... Go ahead, fall apart and let me catch you, doll.”
His strokes turned deep and precise, his warm mouth latching on to your fluttering pulse against your neck as he lapped and sucked the soft flesh like a man who'd earned a prize a thousand times and never tired of tasting it.
Your stomach clenched at the duality of his ministrations, your back arching as you moaned his name like a sacred mantra. Your toes curled as you gushed all over his fingers and what must have been an expensive pair of pants, but you were too far gone to care.
His fingers slowed down as your body turned to mush in his lap, only held up by the strong hold his arm had around you. He let go of your neck with a smug pop! and skimmed his nose up the side of your neck, planting a soft kiss on your moist temple.
“So messy, coming all over my fingers like that.”
You jumped as he flicked your swollen clit before removing his fingers, his face smug, satisfied, and still hungry—his expression a portrait of masculine pride.
“You were made to be ruined at my hands, sweet girl.”
A/N: Phew! Got a little carried away there. But enjoy!
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