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suguru offers some pain relief
𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: 𝟙𝟠+ ⋆ 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚 ⋆ fingering (receiving) ⋆ nipple play ⋆ grinding ⋆ teasing ⋆
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“still bothering you?”
you groan, exasperated as you tug your shirt away from your chest once again, the light brush of the fabric irritating your sensitive nipples.
“yes, like they have been for the past few days,” you whine, more frustrated than upset, the precursor to your period pushing your emotions and reactions to severe territories.
suguru turns on his side and regards your form, lying flat on the bed. you two are only connected below the waist, legs tangled after your refusal to move and shift the fabric against you any more.
he reaches for the edge of the shirt you’re holding out from your chest. “if you’d just let me help—“
you bat his hand away quick, rolling your eyes when he yelps dramatically and looks at you scandalously. “rubbing them will not help, sugu, i told you that!”
he throws his hands up in a manner of surrender. “‘m not stupid, baby, i heard you.” he presses himself against your side, throwing an arm over your stomach, ignoring your whine as your shirt is ripped from your grip and nestles against your chest again.
“i had…something else in mind,” his voice is light, teasing, and he presses his face to your neck, long hair tickling the skin and leaving distracting kisses. your hand finds its way to his back, tugging his warmth closer. “and what is that?”
his face leaves your neck, deciding instead to mouth at your cheek. his hand goes uninterrupted this time, tugging at the frayed hem of your (his) tee. “this has to come off first, pretty. arms up.”
you fidget apprehensively, wary of where suguru is going with his ‘idea’ until his mouth slides against yours in a chaste kiss. “trust me, baby. if it doesn’t work, slap me silly, ok?”
an amused exhale leaves your nose and you tentatively lift your arms, suguru’s mischievous smile almost making you bring them down once more. he lifts your shirt up and over your head, placing another kiss on your lips when the fabric slides across your face on its way off your body.
“i’m holding you to that slap, sugu.”
he nods distractedly, now kneeling between your spread thighs, transfixed on your chest and the pebbling of your nipples as they hit the chilly air of your bedroom. he licks his lips, gaze hungry as he takes you in.
“stop staring or i’ll put my shirt back on.”
it’s tossed to the other end of the room in a split second. suguru meets your stare with a grin. “why can’t i look at you, hm? embarrassed?”
one hand slides up the expanse of your stomach, cupping the underside of your tit and squeezing but going no further. he bends down until his body lays flat, resting between your thighs and bringing his face eye level with your chest. you run fingers through his locks, gasping as suguru peppers kisses in the apex of your breasts.
“just relax, baby, and let me help you.”
when suguru wraps his spit-slicked lips around one of your nipples and sucks, your body releases tension you didn’t know it held. your leg kicks up, wrapping around his back and hugging him close while your breathing deepens and your eyes remain trained on his.
when his lips pop from around your nipple your thighs subconsciously squeeze around his waist. he chuckles, warm hands trailing the expanse of your exposed stomach and down your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“good?” he questions you, waiting expectantly for your answer, even though he can see it in your face, feel it in your body, finally hearing it in your voice when you speak to answer him.
“feels—feels good, sugu.” you’re breathless, cupping his cheek and trying to guide his mouth back down, to take you back into his mouth for just a bit longer. “keep going. please?”
he directs his attention to your untouched breast, tongue darting out slow, swirling it around your nipple, tasting the hot flesh and he groans his approval. “love it when you ask nicely, baby.”
his tongue licks and strokes, pushing his face as far into your chest as he can get, like he’s trying to devour you. he thumbs softly at your other nipple, using the still wet sheen of his saliva to attempt to ease the ache. you can’t help but tremble beneath him while he works. it’s like it’s purely self-indulgent, relieving your pain pushed to the back of his mind, his main priority now being to take his fill of you.
his fingers trail between your bodies and you barely feel it, caught up in his mouth on you so persistently, the ache from before completely forgotten. but he’s wiggling his fingers past the waistband of your panties, sliding his fingers through the tufts of pubic hair that cover your cunt before slipping between your folds, pushing one finger inside, using your wetness to slip right in and curl the digit upwards.
your back arches, sensitivity spreading through your body as the single digit works your cunt like it’s his cock, the push and pull leaving you gasping. his thumb presses hard against your clit, just applying steady pressure but it’s enough to make your back bend off the bed, pushing your body further into his mouth and hands, a breathless whine of his name leaving you when you feel a second finger prodding at your entrance.
“just dripping all over my fingers. you really needed this, huh?” you would complain about his mouth removed from your tit if he wasn’t looking at you like that. if the tone of his voice didn’t make you gasp and your toes curl.
“sugu—suguru—don’t stop, fuck, oh my god—“ your voice cracks, barely audible but it’s enough for him. your fingers slide through his hair, stroking his scalp, lip between your teeth to hide a cry. his middle finger finally joins his first in your clenching heat, stroking your walls and making you tremble under him.
he licks distractedly at your nipple, watching your face as he prods at your sweet spot over and over. “would stay down here all day if you’d let me, baby—shit—give you anything, just gotta tell me. whatever you want.”
your body jolts with his words, they shoot straight to your core and swim in your stomach as suguru divides his attention, moving to lap at your neglected nipple and plunge his fingers into your cunt faster, as hard as he can against the resistance of your shorts. you thrash against the bed, voice high and whiny.
“i want—want you t-to make me cum, sugu.”
his resulting moan vibrates against your nipple, and if you thought he was giving it his all before, you were wrong. his eyes slip shut and you can see his own hips jerk against the sheets, rubbing his cock along the inside of his sweats like he’s desperate for the friction.
his fingers hit deep and they stay there, curling up and grinding into the softness of your cunt and your vision swims, a shiver running down your spine. his thumb finally starts to work circles on your clit, in time with his fingers. your soft cries of his name make his eyes roll, voice getting higher by the second. and when his fingers pinch around the nipple his mouth doesn’t occupy, you fall.
your mouth falls slack when you cum around suguru’s fingers. your body convulses just slightly, trembling beneath him while your cunt spasms and leaks down his fingers, wetness staining the crotch of your panties and shorts. you inhale shakily, suguru’s fingers still prodding softly in your cunt and mouthing at your chest, bringing you down slowly.
he only releases you when you start to fuss, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and shorts, leaving a trail of saliva that connects from your nipple to his mouth as he lets it go and brings his fingers up to taste you on them.
“suguru, don’t! that’s embarrassing,” your face heats and you push him away, all while he laughs, scooting up your body and planting kisses all over your face.
“don’t be embarrassed, baby. i love the way you taste.” he looks you deep in the eyes before he’s licking into your mouth, the kiss barely controlled and wet and your stomach clenches. suguru presses against you harder, and you feel his cock, heavy and intimidating where it rests against your covered cunt.
“now, do you feel better? because i have another idea of how you could help me.”
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