#bottom suguru

"Love, love, love please-" Suguru's breathless, a sheen of sweat over his body as he squirms beneath you. His head is buried within the depths of the pillow he'd grabbed earlier on, containing traces of the tears you'd squeezed out of him.

Really. Really cute. Your instincts cooed.

"Just a little more," You found yourself breathing into his neck, peppering kisses over his nape where you craved to bite down and leave a mark.

It wouldn't stick, but your instincts didn't care about that.

"You've had more," His tone carries a hint of a laugh, but it comes out as more of a whine when you hit his abused prostate juuust right.

You pulled back, dragging yourself out of his walls with a horridly lewd slick from the lube you'd used, only to flip him over to face you. He sunk back into the cushy blankets, which molded around his sweaty, spent body.

His browny-lavender eyes reflected yours, and you were sliding back into him with a groan. Suguru choked on a moan, his arms sliding around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Your nose nuzzled against his, both of you tired and sweaty and frankly gross. The air was filled with the smell of sex and your pheromones, let loose only for him.

"Pretty." You remarked lovingly, wiping Suguru's sweat-laden stygian black hair out of his face.

"Menace," He retorted, a grin on his face before his lips slid against yours, adoring and content. You returned it with a happy hum, pulling him all the more closer.

You hate the silent treatment. You two had been like this the entire day, Suguru ignoring you after an argument. You apologized after sleeping in the empty bed the night before, and he hadn’t said anything. You know that now it’s just him trying to piss you off; it’s obvious by the small smirk he has on his lips as he ignores you. You both are on the couch after a second day of silence from him. He reads as if nothing is wrong as you stare at him and pout, thinking of ways to get his attention.

“Suguru, I said I’m sorryyy,” You whine.

No response.

He flips the page of his book and keeps reading. You groan in frustration and stare at him, waiting for him to lift his gaze. He never does. You two sit there for ten minutes until you groan dramatically again and get off the couch, heading to the kitchen to make food. He doesn’t even acknowledge you.

You cook his favorite food, set the table for him, shut his book, and make him eat dinner with you. He doesn’t acknowledge you while eating. He is set on keeping silent just to piss you off. Suguru finishes eating, not even thanking you for cooking his favorite meal.

“Um, Suguru? Aren’t you forgetting something? A ‘thank you’, maybe?” You put your hands on your hips and give him a look.

Still, no response. 

You grab his chin and make him look at you. He presents that stupid smirk to you and you can’t stand him anymore. You pull him into a kiss and he happily accepts, trying to take control of the kiss but you don’t let him. You tug onto his hair- not roughly, but enough to prove your point- and he lets you take control of the kiss, letting your tongue slip into his mouth and explore his mouth. He groans into your mouth and puts his hands on your waist, teasing the hem of your shirt.

You pull back and look at him. “So now you wanna acknowledge me? Tell me ‘thank you’ for the dinner.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“For?”

“Thank you for making my favorite meal.”

“And?”

“And I’m sorry for ignoring you even after you apologized.” He rolls his eyes and smirks as he says this.

“You don’t look so sorry. Maybe I’ll have to make you.”

You grab his arm and drag him to the bedroom, sitting him on the bed and holding his neck as you kiss him. He hums into your lips as you kiss him, and he grabs your waist again. You push his hands down onto the bed and he looks at you. 

"You don't get to touch me while I'm punishing you, baby." You frown and go to your drawer. "Undress, Suguru."

He removes his clothes and curiously watches you over at your drawer, wondering what you're grabbing. 

"What is it, baby? What are you grabbing?" He asks, sitting on the bed in just his boxers. 

"Just some lube and maybe a few toys." You grin mischievously. 

"Not much of a punishment if you're getting me off, baby."

"Trust me, you'll see what I'm planning." 

You walk to the bed and tug off his boxers, his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh. You get some lube on your hands and start jerking him off, thumb grazing over his sensitive tip as he instantly hardens and his dick stands at full attention. He groans and tilts his head back as you continue your slow pace. 

"Baby, how is this punishment?"

"Oh, you'll see soon." You grin.

You continue to jerk him off and fondle his balls, the curse user's hips bucking against your hand. He runs a hand through his hair and watches you bring him closer to orgasm. The dark-haired male is a little worried that you're planning to edge him, so he doesn't fully get his hopes up about cumming just yet. You continue, though, much to his surprise, and he cums, tilting his head back and pretty groans escaping his mouth. What does surprise him is that you keep going after he cums, and he shoots his hands to yours, but you give him a glare. 

"Baby, you-" he sucks in a sharp breath, "you're overstimming me..." 

You don't listen, continuing to jerk him off. He groans and runs his hand through his hair again. You pull a second orgasm out of him quickly and he bucks his hips into your hand as you milk him. You keep going and he brings his hands to yours, stopping your movements. That draws a "tsk" out of you and you grab your cuffs and look at him. 

"I said this is a punishment, didn't I?"

He lets you cuff his hands behind his back and his body jolts as you go back to jerking him off. Your hands get tired, though, and you grab your vibrator, washing your hands as he gets overstimulated by the vibe. you sit next to him and open your own book, reading like he was earlier and ignoring his whimpers. 

"Baby, please, I'm sorry, I- ff-fuck- I'm sorry for giving you the silent treatment, please it's too much..." Suguru whines. 

His apologies and whimpers fall on deaf ears as you continue to read your book, text friends, and even turn on a video on your phone. He cums again and feels tears stinging his eyes. 

"Baby, I can't- fuck- I can't take it, it's too much, I really am sorry for ignoring you all day, I- ff-fuuuck." The dark-haired male reaches another orgasm as pretty tears start to stream down his cheeks. 

His sniffles and pretty cries draw your attention as you look at the mess before you. His hands clawing at the cuffs behind his back, body spasming from the intensity of his orgasms, face so precious as he cries from the overstimulation, it almost makes you want to stop and coddle him. Almost. You shut off the video you were watching and reach for the vibrator, which Suguru's eyes light up, thinking you're going to turn it off. You grin and turn up the intensity, and he cums again, his body shaking as he begs for you to turn it off. 

"Fuuck, baby, I can't- can't take it, too- fuck- too much!" He cries. 

You watch another orgasm drip out of his leaky cock, which makes you finally turn off the vibrator, uncuff his hands, and gently clean off his white-stained lap. 

"Aw, you learn your lesson now?" You coo and pepper kisses around his face. 

"Mhm... promise, I learned my lesson..." He whines.

You lay next to him and gently run your fingers through his hair as he slowly comes down from the overstimulation you put him through. The larger male nuzzles into you and you wipe his tears.

"You want to shower now or later, baby?" You whisper softly

"Later, need to nap..." He says meekly. 

"Let's sleep, then. I'll get you water after the nap and then we can have some snacks or dessert before we shower, yeah?"