𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

Oh, the joy on Sukuna’s face when you gave her the news. All the time telling you that you should leave him, calling him an asshole and knowing damn well that she could treat you better are paying now. 

You keep pacing around your room, the phone shaking a little in your hand as you vent. “He’s such a fucking loser, Suki. I saw the messages, the pictures, everything. Months of me feeling like I was crazy for doubting him, and now? I’m so fucking angry I could scream. I just wanna punch something.”

Sukuna leans back on the gym bench, her tank top sticking to her skin from the workout. She tries to pull her face into something sympathetic, eyebrows knitting together like she’s really feeling your pain, but you catch that little spark in her eyes anyway. The corner of her mouth twitches up before she forces it down.

“Damn, babe. That’s rough. I’m sorry you had to deal with that shithead for so long.”

But inside, her heart is racing. Finally. No more watching you waste your time on that weak excuse for a guy. She’s been waiting for this, biting her tongue every time he disappointed you, knowing she could step up and give you everything he never could. Her gaze drops again, tracing the way your summer pajamas cling to you in the heat, the thin straps slipping off one shoulder. God, you look good when you’re pissed.

You flop down on your bed, the camera angle shifting so she gets an even better view. “I’m serious, Suki. I’m so angry I don’t know what to do with it. I wish I had the strength to just beat the shit out of him.”

“Oh baby, that’s fine. He does deserve a few punches in the face.”

You press your lips together, looking at Sukuna’s strong and toned body, she has everything: abs, bicep, perfect thighs, oh and she’s definitely taller than him. 

“Suki…” you start.

“Yes?” She arches her eyebrow.

“Would you… hypothetically, beat the shit out of him for me?”

“Hypothetically?” she teases.

“Okay, no. For real.”

A grin spreads across her face. “Hell yeah. Say the word and I’ll handle it. I’ve been dying to knock his teeth in anyway. Nobody fucks with you like that and gets away with it while I’m around.”

You laugh a little through the rage, the sound shaky but real, and Sukuna’s chest tightens in the best way. She sits up straighter, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re better off, trust me. C’mon, tell me more about what that idiot did. I wanna hear every detail so I can plan exactly how I’m gonna make him regret it.”

She’s already imagining it, showing up at your place later, pulling you into a hug and letting her hands wander while she whispers how you deserve someone better and stronger than him, she could even slip a “I’d treat you right” if she feels brave enough. You don’t notice how her eyes darken just a bit, or the way she bites her lip when you shift on the bed again. 

You hang up the FaceTime after a few more minutes of venting, but Sukuna doesn’t leave it there. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on your door, you open it and there she is, still in her gym tank and shorts, hair a little messy from the ponytail

“Come here,” she says, pulling you into a tight hug before you can even speak. Her body is warm, still buzzing with energy. “We’re gonna handle this tonight, right? I hate seeing your pretty face angry.”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, letting her in

You both sit on your couch, knees touching and she listens while you rant some more. Then the idea hits her. Her eyes light up with that mischievous glint. “Call him. Tell him you’re sad as fuck, crying over him like an idiot. He’ll eat that shit up. And I’ll take care of the rest.”

You hesitate for a second, but the rage is still fresh. Sukuna scoots closer, her hand resting on your thigh as you dial. 

You put on your best broken voice, sniffling a little. “Hey… I can’t stop thinking about us. I’m so lonely right now, and everything feels wrong without you. Can you come over? Please?”

He buys it instantly, a cocky tone slipping through the speaker. “Yeah? Knew you’d come back. Be there in fifteen.”

Sukuna’s grin is feral as you hang up. She cracks her knuckles and stands up, rolling her shoulders. “Perfect. Stay behind me when he gets here.”

Fifteen minutes later the knock comes. You open the door just enough, looking all teary and small, he steps inside without asking. But before he can even say something slick, Sukuna moves.

She shoves him hard against the wall, her fist connecting with his jaw in one clean, satisfying crack. He stumbles, eyes wide, but she’s already on him again, grabbing his shirt and driving another punch into his stomach. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Oh, hi,” Sukuna waves her hand in front of his face before landing another hit. “What? Did you think that cheating, lying and treating her like trash doesn’t have any consequences?”

He tries to swing back but she’s faster, stronger, years of gym time paying off as she dodges and slams him down. You stand there watching, heart pounding, the way her muscles flex under her tank top, the pure fury in her eyes as she protects you. It’s doing things to you. Heat pools low in your belly, your thighs pressing together without thinking. She’s so fucking hot like this.

He spits blood on your floor and glares up at her, then at you. “You’re with her now? I didn’t know you were a dyke now, running to this bitch the second we’re done.”

The words barely leave his mouth before Sukuna explodes. She yanks him up by the collar and slams him against the wall again, harder this time. 

“Say that shit again.” Her voice drops to a growl. “She’s not yours, ya hear me? Touch her again and I’ll break every bone in your pathetic body. Get the fuck out.”

She drags him to the door and shoves him into the hallway, kicking him once for good measure as he scrambles away, cursing under his breath. The door slams shut behind him.

The apartment goes quiet except for both of you breathing hard. Sukuna turns to you, knuckles a little red, chest rising and falling. She looks ready to fight the world for you. And you? You’re flushed, pulse racing between your legs

“You okay?” she asks, stepping closer, her hand gentle now as it brushes your arm.

You glance down and nod. “Your… your hand.” You point out at the tiny cut in her knuckles. “You’re hurt, let me clean it up.”

She lets you pull her into the kitchen by her wrist, her skin hot under your fingers. You grab the paper towel, run it under cool water and start dabbing at that tiny cut on her knuckles like it’s a serious wound. It’s barely bleeding anymore, but you can’t stop touching her. Your hands are shaking a little as you clean it, pressing the cool towel gently against her skin.

“Hold still,” you whisper, even though she isn’t moving. Your bodies are so close now, her hips almost brushing yours against the counter, your thin pajama top doing nothing to hide how fast your breathing has gotten.

Sukuna watches you with this intense stare. “You don’t have to do all this, babe. It’s just a scratch. I’ve taken harder hits at the gym.”

“I want to,” you say softly, your thumb stroking along the side of her hand, way slower than necessary. You look up at her through your lashes, heart pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it. “You were so fucking amazing back there, Suki. No one’s ever protected me like that. You’re the best best friend anyone could ask for. I feel so safe with you.”

Your voice gets a little breathier on the last part. You can’t help it. Your mind keeps replaying how strong she looked, muscles flexing... It’s making you wet, wetter, a warm ache building between your thighs as you stand there. You shift your weight, pressing your legs together, trying to ease the pressure but only making it worse.

Sukuna’s free hand comes up to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in without quite touching. She’s taking all the self control in her body to not kiss you right now.

“You know I’d do way more than beat his ass for you. I’d do anything, you just gotta say it.” she whispers, smirk on her lips and eyes burning.

Her thumb brushes over your hip enough to send sparks straight through you. You bite your lip, dabbing at her cut one more time even though it’s clean. Your nipples are hard against the thin fabric of your top, you catch her gaze dropping to them for a second before she forces it back up.

“I mean it,” you continue, voice quieter. “You’re so strong… and the way you got angry when he said that shit about me. Fuck, it turned me on a little. A lot, actually.” The confession slips out before you can stop it, your face burning hotter.

Sukuna lets out a groan, stepping a tiny bit closer so her thigh brushes between yours. “Don’t tell me that while you’re standing here touching me like you wanna do a lot more than clean a cut. Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to see me like this?”

Her hand slides up from your hip to your waist, fingers gripping just enough to show how much she’s holding back. You gasp, not believing her words. 

“Suki…” you whisper, your arms resting on her shoulders now, your body is screaming for her to close the gap, to push you against the counter and finally make her move. “Show me how much you want me. Please.”

She breathes in hard before she’s sitting you on the counter. “Fuck yes, babe, no need to beg.”

a/n: i need to learn how to end fanfics

You whine. “This is so embarrassing… you’re so gross for wanting my dirty panties every time.”

Suguru chuckles softly and leans in, kissing your neck while her fingers keep working. “Maybe. But they smell like you. I love having a part of you close to me when I’m away.” She presses harder, rubbing the damp spot against your swollen clit until your legs start to shake. Your hands clutch at her shoulders, little gasps slipping out with every stroke.

She keeps the pressure steady, circling and rubbing until you’re rocking against her hand, panties completely ruined and clinging to your folds. “Suguru hah please… I’m close already…”

“Good girl,” she whispers against your ear. She slips two fingers under the edge of your panties, pushing the wet fabric inside you a little as she rubs your clit directly. You moan louder, thighs squeezing around her wrist.

It hits you fast the first time. Your whole body tenses, a shaky whine tearing from your throat as you cum hard against her fingers, soaking through the cotton even more. Suguru keeps rubbing you through it, drawing it out until you’re panting and oversensitive.

She pulls her hand back just enough to admire the growing dark wet patch on your panties, then presses her palm flat against you again. “One more. I want them really ruined.”

You shake your head, already whimpering. “Too much… I can’t.”

She kisses your jaw, her free hand holding your thigh open. “You can take it. I want you really messy for me.” Her fingers move faster, rubbing the drenched cotton right against your swollen clit. The wet sounds are loud in the quiet room, you’re getting louder too, little broken moans falling out with every circle.

Your second orgasm builds fast and intensely. Your whole body tightens, thighs squeezing around her wrist as you cry out. “Sugu-Suguru! I’m cumming mmph!” 

It crashes over you even harder this time, your pussy pulsing and gushing against the ruined panties. You’re shaking, gripping her shirt tight, but she still doesn’t let up. She keeps the pressure steady, grinding her palm against you, and a tight sensation fills your lower belly, 

“Wait Suguru wait, I feel like I’m gonna pee,” you whine, voice cracking with embarrassment. You’re sweating as you try to squirm away, but she holds you in place.

She looks at you with hungry eyes and shakes her head. “I don’t care. Let it go if it happens. Might even like it,” she says. Her hand doesn’t slow down at all. 

You moan loudly, the mix of shame and pleasure making your head spin. “Suguru, you cant sa- ahh! Please, it’s too much, I can’t hold it!”

“Cum for me again, baby” she whispers right against your ear, biting your lobe gently. “Make a mess.”

The third orgasm rips through you so hard your vision blurs. You cry out, body jerking as you cum, and the pressure releases a little with it. A warm gush soaks your panties completely, dripping down your thighs. You’re whimpering and shaking, so embarrassed but so turned on you can barely think.

Suguru groans softly, clearly loving it. She keeps rubbing you gently through the aftershocks, milking every last twitch until you’re limp and panting in her arms. Only then does she finally ease her hand away.

She hooks her fingers in the waistband and slowly peels the absolutely drenched panties down your legs. They’re soaked through, shiny and heavy with your cum and that little extra. Suguru holds them up, admiring the mess with a satisfied smirk before bringing them close to her face for a deep inhale. Her cock twitches visibly in her jeans.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” she whispers with her nose still pressed to them. “I love your smell so much.”

“Don’t do that in front of me, you pervert!” you gasp, trying to pull her hand down.

Suguru just laughs as she folds them carefully and slips them into her back pocket. Then she leans in and kisses you slow and deep, one hand cupping your flushed cheek.

“I’ll miss you,” she says softly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But at least I’ve got something to keep me company for a few days.”

a/n: this idea was for shoko first but something about long distance gf suguru made much sense with it

You and Hal get ready together. You do your makeup, and Hal watches you trying to memorize every line of your mouth. You’re fixing your earrings when he comes up behind you and zips the dress with excruciating slowness. His knuckles drag against your spine and you shudder.

“You look…” His voice cuts off. Then, lower: “He’s not going to survive this.”

You smile, but it’s sharp. “That's the point.”

He doesn’t smile back. He just leans in and presses a kiss to the curve of your neck. “You’re going to wreck him.”

You turn in his arms. “We are.”

You kiss him once.

He buttons the last of his shirt, eyes never leaving yours. You tug his tie into place with a sharp snap. He kisses you again when you smooth his collar, hands low on your hips. By the time you both step back, your chests are heaving. The car arrives at seven sharp and inside Hal sits closer than necessary. His hand finds the inside of your thigh and you let your head rest against the seat as his thumb strokes lazy circles on your skin.

You whisper, “Think he’s nervous?”

Hal doesn’t answer right away. “I think he’s shaking.”

The drive is short. Every second stretches. And then you see it.

The restaurant. That restaurant.

Closed to the public. Candlelight behind the windows. That sign flipped to private event. You’re not sure whether your stomach flips or sinks. You’re too full of heat to tell the difference.

The car stops and both of you step out slowly, hands entwined. Bruce opens the door of the restaurant himself. He’s in black, his tie is loose and his top button is open. His hair is slightly out of place, he definitely ran his hands through it too many times trying to calm himself down and failed.

He looks at you both like he has been starving. He breathes out your name, then Hal’s. One word each. One prayer each.

Then: “You’re… fuck.”

He can’t even finish it.

Hal’s jaw clenches. You step forward and brush your fingers along Bruce’s collarbone, under the undone button. His breath hitches.

“Are you gonna let us in?” you whisper. “Or make us fuck you in the doorway?”

Bruce steps back so fast it’s almost a stumble.

Inside is warmth. Gold and soft. Empty except for your table. The same as always. You remember the laughs and touches of your first official date together. And now it’s just you three

“It’s almost our anniversary,” he finally says.

Hal smirks. “Almost?”

“Two weeks.”

Hal blinks. “You shut down an entire restaurant because our anniversary is close? What are you gonna do on the actual day, buy the moon?”

Bruce’s smile is barely there. “You’ll see.”

Dinner is decadent, but it barely matters.

Because every brush of Bruce’s hand under the table is a prayer. Every glance he steals is a confession. His hand on your thigh and his fingers grazing Hal’s. The way his eyes flick to your mouth and then away, he can’t keep looking without losing it. You feel how your stoic and terrifying Bruce is shaking under the surface.

Hal leans over and whispers something in his ear, making Bruce go still. You don’t need to ask what was said, you feel it in the way Bruce’s hand tightens in your thigh.

Dessert comes and goes, untouched. And then Bruce sets down his fork. He hovers, one hand on the collar of his shirt, the other clenching and unclenching at his side.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he says quietly.

Hal leans in. “Oh, really?”

You hit his arm, shaking your head. “Don’t joke now, Hal, let him talk.”

Bruce smiles. “I have something to ask you.”

Hal stills. So do you.

Bruce meets both your eyes, his voice stripped down to bone.

“I want you to move in. Both of you.” Bruce continues, his voice raw and even a little bit terrified. “I want you in the manor. Not just half-living there. I want to come home and know you’re here. I want your names in the mail-box. I want you in my life, fully. No more waiting for an excuse to keep you.”

“Really” you ask softly, almost waiting for a prank-reveal.

“Yes,” Bruce's voice breaks a little. “Dick already asks if he should set extra plates without being told. You already live there. I just want it to be official.”

Hal gets there first. He slides his hand behind Bruce’s neck and kisses him, thinking that’s an answer. You kiss him next, Bruce groans into it, his body finally giving in.

When you break apart, Bruce leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “Please.”

You don’t make him beg.

“Yes,” you both say. 

He exhales like it hurts, he’s just been given permission to breathe and you feel how his whole body relaxes. You let him kiss you like he might devour you. And maybe he does.

Bruce’s mouth presses to yours like it’s the first time, scared it won’t last. His hand cradles your jaw, firm and shaking, thumb brushing beneath your cheekbone. Your fingers twist in his shirt, pulling him closer, demanding more. His tongue brushes yours; it’s messy, hot and uncoordinated with desperation. 

Your lips are still on Bruce’s when Hal presses up behind you. His hand slides around your waist and over your ribs and he mouths along your neck, letting his breath pour heat down your spine. The sensation knocks the wind out of you, one of them in front of you, grounding you, and the other behind, melting you down to your bones.

Bruce pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glassy.

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice almost broken. “You both…?”

“We said yes,” Hal answers, and his mouth is on Bruce.

This kiss is rougher, he kisses Bruce so he feels it for hours and Bruce makes a sound in his throat that sounds like surrender. His hand slips behind you blindly, catching the back of Hal’s neck as they keep kissing, you can feel the tension in both of them, tipping into each other.

And then Bruce drags you back into it.

The three of you collapse into the corner booth, Bruce hauls you into his lap, hands possessive and wide-spread, one low on your spine and the other sliding down your thigh. You barely get your legs over his before he’s kissing you again. Hal crowds in beside you, one knee on the cushion, one hand curled behind Bruce’s head, and he kisses you while Bruce does.

It’s disorienting. Filthy. Overwhelming.

Bruce kisses down your jaw as Hal claims your mouth, then Hal shifts and mouths along your cheek so Bruce can kiss you again. Hands everywhere. Lips trading. You can’t tell whose hand is gripping your thigh anymore.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” Bruce rasps, breath coming ragged. 

“You could’ve just said something,” Hal whispers, biting your shoulder. “You didn’t have to seduce us with five-star dining.”

“I didn’t want it like that,” Bruce says. He’s cupping Hal’s face now, dragging his thumb across his lower lip. “I didn’t want to just ask it. I wanted you to choose me.”

Your hand finds Bruce’s tie and yanks it hard.

“We did.”

And the look on his face when you say that, pure devastation. Relief and desire crashing into each other. He kisses you again, out of rhythm, you pull him deeper, let yourself fall with him.

Hal slips in behind you, trailing kisses along your shoulder, his voice low and hot in your ear.

“Let’s take him home.”

You toss the stupid plushie onto your bedroom floor the second you get there, not even bothering to find a spot on your shelf or bag. It lands face-down with a pathetic little thump, right in the corner near your dirty laundry pile. 

“Ugh, what a waste,” you mutter, kicking it lightly with your socked foot for good measure. That aquamarine color looks even worse under your room light, all shiny and cheap-looking. Total scam.

You spend the rest of the evening scrolling on your phone, still grumpy, ignoring the little plushie. Eventually you crash into bed, pulling the covers over your head like maybe sleep will make the disappointment go away.

But in the middle of the night something feels off. A soft rustle wakes you up. At first you think it’s just your imagination, but then you feel pressure on your wrists. Your eyes snap open, heart already hammering.

There’s a woman right there, leaning over you in the dark. She’s beautiful in this glowing, unreal way. Long wavy hair, skin that looks almost luminous and she’s wearing this flowing aquamarine dress that clings to her curves like it was made from the same shiny fabric as that dumb plushie. Her fingers are quick and sure as she loops something silky around your left wrist, tying it to the headboard.

“What the fuck?!” you yelp, jerking hard against the restraint. Your right arm flies up to push her away but she catches it too, pinning it down with surprising strength. You thrash, legs kicking under the blanket, pure panic flooding your chest. “Get off me! Who are you?! This isn’t funny!”

She just smiles, soft and a little amused, like she expected this reaction. “Shoko.”

“WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” you scream out, yanking your hands hard enough your headboard creaks and your legs still kicking. 

She’s faster, pining you down and straddling your hips. She’s on top of you now, there’s an unknown beautiful woman sitting on top of you. And it’s possible that she might be your labubu.

“My name is Shoko. Not stupid plushie. Shoko.”

You freak out even harder, thrashing side to side. “Get the hell OFF me! This isn’t happening, this can’t be real. I’m dreaming. I’m having a nightmare about that dumb Labubu I threw on the floor.”

“SHUT UP,” Shoko hisses, leaning down so close her hair falls around your face like a curtain. Her cheeks are flushed and there’s this desperate edge under all that rage. “Do you know how long I was stuck in that stupid box? Months maybe. Sitting in the dark, hearing people pick other ones, the cute boys, the pretty colors, everyone passing me over. Then you finally take me home and you look at me like I’m trash. You literally kicked me across your bedroom floor.”

Her fingers tighten on your shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. She’s breathing fast, she’s trying not to cry or explode or both. “I waited so long for someone who would actually want me. I thought when you opened that box you’d be excited. I was ready to be cute for you, to hang on your bag and make you smile every day. But no. You groaned and tossed me like I was nothing.”

You’re still panicking, chest heaving, eyes wide as you stare up at her. “Oh my god, what?” You stare at her deep brown eyes, there’s… there’s tears in them? “Please, just untie me. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you were... alive or whatever this is. Let me go and we can just forget this.”

Shoko shakes her head, angry tears shining in her eyes now. “No! You don’t get to throw me away and then ask nicely. I’m so pissed at you... I wanted to have fun with you! It’s not fair!” Her voice cracks a little on the last part, that desperation slipping through. She wipes her face with the back of her hand before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her. “You’re going to make it up to me, right?”

You pull against the ties again, voice cracking in fear and confusion. “What? Wait, how?”

“Look at me,” she says, still grabbing your face. “Do you really think I’m ugly?”

There’s a pout in her face, tears in her eyes and you would lie if you answer yes. Shoko, your plushie, is in fact one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. If your hands were free, you would grab her waist and rub her back.

“N-no! Of course not, Sh-Shoko.” You press your lips together, trying to adjust yourself but the weight of her pins you down. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

“You lie!” she snaps, smacking your shoulder with a sob.

“No! Shoko! I’m not lying, I can’t lie to pretty girls like you.”

Shoko hovers over you, her chest rises and falls fast as she stares down at your tied-up form. “Do you really want to have fun with me?” she asks, with a sad face. “Tell me yes or I swear I’ll lose it right here.”

You’re still breathing hard from all the freaking out, heart racing like crazy, but something in her tone and the way she’s looking at you makes the words slip out before you can stop them. “Yes,” you whisper, then louder, “yes, Shoko.”

Her eyes flash and she crashes her mouth against yours in a hard kiss. It’s not gentle at all. Her lips are hot and insistent, tongue pushing in, you moan into it, the sound muffled as she kisses you deeper.

Her hands move fast and rough. She grabs the front of your pajama shirt and rips it open with one strong tug, buttons flying somewhere across the room. The fabric tears easily under her fingers. 

“Shoko, that was NOT necessary!” you tell her.

Before you can even gasp she yanks the rest of it off your shoulders, leaving your chest completely bare. Then she attacks your pants the same way, shredding them down the seams and tossing the pieces aside like they offended her.

“Yes, I can’t get you naked when you’re tied.”

“THEN UNTIE ME,” you insist.

“No!” she growls against your lips, sounding so eager it makes your stomach flip. She’s practically shaking with how badly she wants this. Her hands go straight to your tits, cupping them roughly at first, then squeezing and kneading. Her thumbs brush over your nipples, circling and pinching until they’re hard and sensitive.

You whine loud, back arching up off the bed as much as the ties let you. “Sho-Shoko… oh fuck!”

She keeps playing with them, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers while she kisses down your neck. Every touch makes you moan louder, your body twisting under her. You’re already turning into a babbling mess, words spilling out between shaky breaths.

“Please… Shoko, that feels— ahh— too much, I can’t—”

But she just smiles against your skin, desperate and hungry, squeezing your tits harder as she grinds her leg between your thighs. “You said yes, you have to take it.” 

“Hah, feels… feels sooo good,” you whine, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Shoko pulls back from your tits, her face flushed and eyes wild with need. She sits up on your hips and yanks off her own aquamarine dress in one impatient tug, tossing it across the room. The fabric slides away and there she is, completely naked in front of you.

Your eyes go wide. You stare at her chest first. Smooth, perfect skin with no nipples at all, just soft curves. Then your gaze drops lower between her thighs. Nothing. No pussy, no folds, just blank, seamless skin where everything should be.

A shocked laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it. “What the fuck.” You laugh again, harder this time. Your body is still buzzing from how she played with your tits, but this is too much. “Shoko, you don’t have… you literally don’t have anything there. Are you serious right now? You’re hot as hell but you’re a fucking plushie down there too?”

Shoko freezes for a second, her cheeks burning red. The anger from before flares right back up, mixed with that desperate hunger. She leans down fast, grabbing your face with both hands so you stop laughing. “Don’t laugh at me!” she hisses, voice shaky. “I’ll make it work. I’ll make you feel so good you forget about it.”

She presses her smooth chest against your tits, rubbing them together while her hands go back to squeezing and pinching your nipples roughly. You whine loud, the laugh dying into a moan as she grinds her blank hips down against you anyway, eager and determined to have her fun no matter what. “You said yes,” she growls against your ear. “So shut up and let me fuck you.”

a/n: i run out of ideas at the end

You whine. “This is so embarrassing… you’re so gross for wanting my dirty panties every time.”

Suguru chuckles softly and leans in, kissing your neck while her fingers keep working. “Maybe. But they smell like you. I love having a part of you close to me when I’m away.” She presses harder, rubbing the damp spot against your swollen clit until your legs start to shake. Your hands clutch at her shoulders, little gasps slipping out with every stroke.

She keeps the pressure steady, circling and rubbing until you’re rocking against her hand, panties completely ruined and clinging to your folds. “Suguru hah please… I’m close already…”

“Good girl,” she whispers against your ear. She slips two fingers under the edge of your panties, pushing the wet fabric inside you a little as she rubs your clit directly. You moan louder, thighs squeezing around her wrist.

It hits you fast the first time. Your whole body tenses, a shaky whine tearing from your throat as you cum hard against her fingers, soaking through the cotton even more. Suguru keeps rubbing you through it, drawing it out until you’re panting and oversensitive.

She pulls her hand back just enough to admire the growing dark wet patch on your panties, then presses her palm flat against you again. “One more. I want them really ruined.”

You shake your head, already whimpering. “Too much… I can’t.”

She kisses your jaw, her free hand holding your thigh open. “You can take it. I want you really messy for me.” Her fingers move faster, rubbing the drenched cotton right against your swollen clit. The wet sounds are loud in the quiet room, you’re getting louder too, little broken moans falling out with every circle.

Your second orgasm builds fast and intensely. Your whole body tightens, thighs squeezing around her wrist as you cry out. “Sugu-Suguru! I’m cumming mmph!” 

It crashes over you even harder this time, your pussy pulsing and gushing against the ruined panties. You’re shaking, gripping her shirt tight, but she still doesn’t let up. She keeps the pressure steady, grinding her palm against you, and a tight sensation fills your lower belly, 

“Wait Suguru wait, I feel like I’m gonna pee,” you whine, voice cracking with embarrassment. You’re sweating as you try to squirm away, but she holds you in place.

She looks at you with hungry eyes and shakes her head. “I don’t care. Let it go if it happens. Might even like it,” she says. Her hand doesn’t slow down at all. 

You moan loudly, the mix of shame and pleasure making your head spin. “Suguru, you cant sa- ahh! Please, it’s too much, I can’t hold it!”

“Cum for me again, baby” she whispers right against your ear, biting your lobe gently. “Make a mess.”

The third orgasm rips through you so hard your vision blurs. You cry out, body jerking as you cum, and the pressure releases a little with it. A warm gush soaks your panties completely, dripping down your thighs. You’re whimpering and shaking, so embarrassed but so turned on you can barely think.

Suguru groans softly, clearly loving it. She keeps rubbing you gently through the aftershocks, milking every last twitch until you’re limp and panting in her arms. Only then does she finally ease her hand away.

She hooks her fingers in the waistband and slowly peels the absolutely drenched panties down your legs. They’re soaked through, shiny and heavy with your cum and that little extra. Suguru holds them up, admiring the mess with a satisfied smirk before bringing them close to her face for a deep inhale. Her cock twitches visibly in her jeans.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” she whispers with her nose still pressed to them. “I love your smell so much.”

“Don’t do that in front of me, you pervert!” you gasp, trying to pull her hand down.

Suguru just laughs as she folds them carefully and slips them into her back pocket. Then she leans in and kisses you slow and deep, one hand cupping your flushed cheek.

“I’ll miss you,” she says softly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But at least I’ve got something to keep me company for a few days.”

a/n: this idea was for shoko first but something about long distance gf suguru made much sense with it