cw: bf!suguru x gf!reader, mentions of overstim, cute aftercare, gentle n caring suguru
all your past relationships were fine.
the men weren’t half bad, the sex (the three times you had it) was ok, you’d cum once but it was all thanks to yourself anyways.
you thought maybe that was just your love life, mediocre men.
suguru came and changed everything for you.
he was calm where other men would flip, patient where others would grow tired of waiting and careful when you were vulnerable.
suguru consoled you through your mental breaks, took care of you on the days you couldn’t even get out of bed and all the while telling you how much he loved you.
you thought you didn’t deserve a man like him, you knew you didn’t. it was all far too good to be true.
but it didn’t even stop there.
it wasn’t just his personality.
as vulgar at it sounded—his sex skills were something else.
you didn’t even know that your body could react in the ways he made it. it was like he brought your senses to life with his touch.
when you’d told him that you’d only ever had one orgasm, he knew it must be dealt with accordingly.
suguru wanted to catch you up to speed with every orgasm you lost out on, every time you should of been screaming someone’s name, his name.
which led you to your current position.
suguru loved overstimulation on you, it was his all time favourite.
he couldn’t get enough of the way you cried hopelessly when he told you to take it, when he told you he knew you could handle it.
the way your body would freeze for a moment, forcing another orgasm you didn’t know you had stored up inside you.
the way your poor thighs trembled when he wouldn’t stop fucking into you even when he’d promised he was done.
and he was always right, you knew it and he knew it too.
you could handle it, you always took whatever he gave you no matter how many sobs you let out, no matter how much you whimpered and sniffled.
you took it like a champ.
“that’s it baby, ain’t that feel nice? you got another one for me? y’gonna let me see that pretty face of yours cry out f’me won’t ya.”
and you would nod like the good girl you were, completely delirious and high off his praise, his belief in you.
his cock would nestle so perfectly against your cervix, pummelling into the place he knew you adored, the place you didn’t even know existed until you met him.
you’d come over and over on his cock until he finally deemed it satisfactory, pleased with the fucked out look on your face.
and the aftercare that followed? heaven.
suguru would promptly pick you up, seeing as you didn’t even know what planet you were on, run a warm bath with expensive suds and soaps he’d bought just for this.
he’d light candles and place you in, cleaning your whole body for you and washing your hair, giving your scalp the best message you’d ever experienced.
it was extra some would say, but after just demanding so much out of your body, the least he could do was make sure you were relaxed.
he’d always have pyjamas ready for you, dressing you and kissing your neck while he dried your hair.
“i love you so fuckin’ much, you’re my reason for existence.” he’d mutter, holding you tight for a moment, relishing in your touch.
on the nights you just wanted to sleep, he’d make sure the bed was perfect for you, pillows puffed up and blanket nice and toasty, caressing your head as you softly dozed off in his arms, feeling like the worlds most loved individual.
other nights where you felt like watching a movie or just relaxing, he’d cook or order take out depending on your mood, setting up the living room with just the right vibes.
there was a time where amongst all of his gestures, you found yourself balling your eyes out and he immediately became horrified, the usual calm manner he expressed long gone.
“what’s wrong angel? did i do too much this time?” his hands coming to cup your face as you looked up at him with tears streaming like a free fall down your face.
when you shook your head no, a little of his panic went away. “it’s just..”
“i love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”
setting the plates of salmon and rice down to the side, he brought you onto his lap where you cuddled into him, his large arms wrapped around you.
suguru’s gentle voice caressed your ears, the same tone he always used when he was telling you just how much you meant to him.
“don’t say that, you deserve me just as much as i deserve you.” he pressed a kiss against your temple, rubbing your back soothingly.
“i’d be nothing without you, so you deserve every single part of me for making me whole.”
suguru had been sent from the heavens to heal you from everything that had happened to you in the past, he was your future now.
and you honestly wouldn’t of wanted it any other way.
