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Mommy kink, piss kink, humiliation, infantilization, mentions of spankings, dacryphilia, dubcon (?) mdni♡
Mommy!Suguru finds immense joy in making you wet yourself.
One long finger slides underneeth your belt to tug you back, your behind softly crashing against his chest, he secures you in place with one big hand over your tummy then starts squishing the flesh gently.
"S-sugu-" you whine, already knowing what's to come, "please d-don't"
Suguru only chuckles, his hand sliding down to rest over your full blatter, he places several feather light kisses along the crown of your head.
"Sshhhh" he mumbles against your hair "don't be a fussy baby" he whispers before placing a wet messy kiss on your cheek.
Your stomach drops when his hand begins to apply more pressure on your bladder. You stumble back, a futile attempt to escape his touch, and both of your hands fly to rip his off of you but to no avail.
"S-sugu-"
"try again" he warns, and you swallow a lump of saliva before proceeding with your words.
"M...mommy..." you quickly correct yourself. as if you weren't embarrassed enough..
Suguru seems satisfied, and you're relieved, you think about how you might have dodged a potential spanking. Suguru is very serious about the way you address him after all.
"Good baby..." Suguru smooths down your hair gently "empty your head, sweetie..." he brushes his hand against your trembling shoulder, then leaves several kisses on the same spot "My silly little baby and their silly litte worries" he shakes his head fondly "let mommy take care of everything, okay?"
And you nod because what other choice do you have? Suguru is sweet, gentle and motherly, and you'd like to keep him that way, even if it means putting up with him when he gets in one of his moods. Because you've tried, and you can't handle him when he's mean.
"Good.." and before you know it, his hand comes down like a verdict, pressing against your blatter in full force, and you come undone, completely wetting yourself and effectively being stripped of any illusion of dignity to desperately held on to. Hot tears start to spill and you don't get the chance to cover your red face because –of course– Suguru is right there to catch them, right there to catch you when you go limp, just as he has conditioned you to.
"Sweetie...did you make another mess? Aww, let mommy clean you up"