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“Ne, Suguru, have I ever told you how nice your ass looks in those shorts?”
“Only everytime I wear them,” Suguru responds coolly, ass in the air as she bends over to unlace her sneakers.
Seriously though, Suguru’s ass looked insanely good in those gym shorts. Satoru figures her girlfriend purchased the perfect size to ensure a tighter fit. Or something. There had to be some explanation as to why those shorts accentuated the natural ampleness of Suguru’s everything—her hips, thighs, and ass. Shorts like that were made to be baggy, goddddamn.
As for herself, Satoru preferred to wear some nice and loose joggers to the gym, partly because they were comfortable and partly because they made her look cool as shit. The athleticwear brand she always bought from could have all her money as long as their clothes continued to make her look so hard and intimidating that the guys at the gym kept away from her.
But Suguru’s shorts? People would’ve flocked. The only reason Satoru can fathom why they didn’t is because Suguru’s incurable resting bitch face could do plenty of scaring off on its own.
On the drive back to the apartment, Suguru took off her hair tie, so now the long strands fall and curtain her face, obscuring her vision. Satoru takes advantage of this and sneaks up to hug her from behind, wrapping her arms around a slim waist as she presses her front against Suguru’s backside.
Satoru leans in, her voice low and seductive in Surguru’s ear. “Shower with me?”
Suguru tosses Satoru a look over her shoulder, her fuckable lips curled up in a smirk. “Is showering all we’ll be doing if I agree?” she asks teasingly. “‘Cause I can tell from the sound of your voice alone that getting clean isn’t a priority for you if we’re gonna be naked in an enclosed space together.”
Satoru knows something wet that’ll clean her, alright. And it’s not water. “I guess you’ll just have to say yes and find out, gorgeous.” She nips at the skin under Suguru’s jaw for extra measure.
They have nowhere to be anytime soon, and Satoru caught the way Suguru was staring at her when she was lifting weights earlier—so it’s really not a surprise when Suguru says yes. All she was doing was delaying the inevitable before.
The water in the master bathroom’s shower always took a minute to warm up. Satoru dry humps Suguru into the wall while they wait.
All Suguru wears now is those mouth-watering shorts, her tank and sports bra laying discarded in a haphazard pile a few feet away from them. She keeps her palms flat against the wall as Satoru pounds her hips against her ass, her hair and boobs bouncing in tempo with their combined movement as she jerks her hips back.
When Satoru stops suddenly and loosens her grip on Suguru’s hips, Suguru can’t do more than stop with her. Aching at the loss of friction, she turns her head to glare at Satoru over her shoulder.
Satoru pretends to look innocent as she raises both of her hands in surrender, but the fact that she can’t suppress the smile playing on her lips shatters the illusion entirely.
“Woah there, Suggie. I only stopped to let you know that the water should be warm now.” And it’s true, all the bathroom mirrors are fogged since it’s been over a minute and Satoru had been blowing her back out for at least the past five —but Suguru knows that the real reason her girlfriend stopped was to fuck with her. “Y’know, since getting clean is a priority to you and all that. Aren’t I a good girl for reminding you?”
Suguru shoves her off. “More like a pain in my ass.” She yanks her shorts down, pretending not to hear her girlfriend’s shameless giggling.
But it’s not like Suguru could stay “mad” at her girlfriend for long; she never could—whatever vague irritation she feels melts away once Satoru pulls her in for a kiss under the warm spray of the shower.
Satoru could win an award for being the most scatterbrained person alive; no one thing could hold her attention for long, and that’s not something that suddenly just changes once she’s in the bedroom. She has her hands everywhere, playing with Suguru’s body as if it were dough. One second she’s fondling and playing with Suguru’s worshipable big tits then another second she’s pulling Suguru’s asschecks apart and teasing a finger in, leaving countless trails of fire in her wake.
Suguru moans into the slow, sloppy kisses that Satoru feeds her, stretching up slightly on her toes to stick her tongue deeper into the mouth that gave her as many delights as it did problems.
Suguru’s current one: she is so fucking wet she honestly doesn’t know what to do with herself. She can feel her slick running down her thighs, the thick gooeyness of it mixing with the water and her and Satoru’s sweat before disappearing down the drain. And the more Satoru touched her, kissed her, and teased, the more urgent her desire became.
“Sa-Satoru,” Suguru whimpers, struggling to speak between the incessant press of lips. She endures Satoru’s torture for a few seconds more before she yanks their lips apart with a low growl.
“Just how long do you intend to make me wait, Satoru?” Suguru grits out, taking Satoru’s hand from her breast to bring it down and cup around her pussy, her legs wobbling a little at the contact. “Fuck me,” she demands.
The smile that Satoru gives her in response is slow and laden with promise.
“As you wish,” Satoru singsongs. She kisses the small mole under Suguru’s lip softly, lingering there for a breath, then shuffles forward, her feet moving until Suguru’s back gently meets the cool shower wall. Suguru gasps, the little hairs all over her body standing up at the contact.
Satoru gets down on her knees. Guiding Suguru’s thigh to the side with her hand, she exposes Suguru’s pussy to the air, letting out a chuckle when some water catches and drips into it and Suguru’s hips spasm in response.
“Aww. Now I see why you’re so mad.” Satoru lazily flicks her eyes back up to Suguru, perfect white teeth visible beneath her fleshy, bubblegum pink top lip. “You’re so wet down here it’s kind of embarrassing…”
Laughing, she watches Suguru’s nostrils flare but grabs Suguru’s leg and hoists it over her shoulder before Suguru can cuss her out. Satoru flashes a wink at her girlfriend before she finally makes her head disappear.
The back of Suguru’s head falls back against the shower wall at the first suck on her clit. She lets out a hiss as Satoru’s bottom lip moves in circles against it, Satoru’s top lip and tongue mouthing at her hood—and Suguru feels so sensitive everywhere that Satoru’s hot mouth practically burns her, melting her down to the bone.
The lingering, heady smell of musk clings to Suguru straight from the gym, filling Satoru’s senses and getting her so high that her eyes slip close while she eats, moaning as she’s sloppy with it, letting Suguru’s slick get all over her mouth while the water from the shower faucet falls in rivulets down her back.
Suguru looks back down at her, one eye visible from behind her long, dark, wet curtain of hair. “Oh, Toru…just like that,” she encourages, her breathy voice reverberating off the walls. Satoru has to squeeze her thighs together at the sound of her.
Eventually growing bored of sucking, Satoru switches it up and slips her tongue into her beloved, and the response she gets is instantaneous.
Suguru’s thighs quiver around her as frantic hands grip her shoulders. “Toru, Toru—”
On top of the fact that Suguru was getting it given to her so well, it had been leg day for her at the gym, so Satoru knows what Suguru wants from her before she can even stammer out the rest of her sentence.
Luckily, it had been arm day for Satoru. She grabs Suguru’s other thigh and effortlessly brings up the leg to rest against her back, taking all of Suguru’s weight onto her very capable shoulders so that Suguru won’t have to worry about falling. And once Suguru gets comfortable at the adjustment in position, Satoru fucks her with her tongue.
“Yeah. Yeah, fuck,” Suguru breathes, her voice louder now as her matte black nails run themselves down the back of Satoru’s head, thoroughly messing up her girlfriend’s wolf cut. “I’m gonna come,” she pants, bucking her hips desperately to chase Satoru’s tongue.
Satoru lets Suguru fuck her face as she brings up her hand to join her tongue on the mission to make Suguru come so hard she can’t see straight after. And if the sound that rips from Suguru’s throat indicates anything, Satoru thinks this is a perfectly attainable goal.
With three fingers, Satoru rubs at Suguru’s clit with fervor, the slide made easy with how wet her slutty girlfriend was for her. And with her tongue, Satoru drags it along the walls of Suguru’s hole, sticking the entire length of it in before fucking it back out and in again, her lips loudly smacking against Suguru’s pussy with each thrust, giving it kiss after kiss after kiss.
Suguru’s pleasure builds into an untamable fire that climbs up her spine, short-circuits her brain, and pools in her stomach. She feels it throughout her entire body. Everything Satoru does to her now feels like and has the weight of an explosion .
Suguru thinks she screams.
Suguru comes so hard that her back completely comes off of the wall as she pitches forward; Satoru instinctively tightens her grip around her girlfriend’s thighs and has to sit back on her heels to prevent the both of them from toppling over as she licks up and swallows the small gushes of fluid coming from Suguru’s pussy.
Satoru knows that the most intense waves of the orgasm are over when Suguru’s back hits the wall again, her girlfriend a heavenly, debauched vision as she pants heavily for breath. After a few more twitches of her hips, all the tension in Suguru’s body subsides, making her dead weight against the wall.
After a couple of seconds of needed recuperation, Satoru carefully moves Suguru’s legs off of her shoulders and stands up. Ignoring the burn in her legs, Satoru maintains her grip around Suguru’s waist so that her girlfriend doesn’t stumble or fall.
Pushing Suguru’s hair out of her face, Satoru asks her, “Can you stand?”
“Satoru, I’m a mixed martial artist,” Suguru tells her, still a little breathless as she rolls her eyes. But when she feels Satoru start to pull away, Suguru stops her with a quickness. “Wait. Give me a second,” she says, pretending not to hear the low, mischievous chuckle that escapes Satoru’s lips against her ear.
Suguru allows Satoru to let go of her after a couple of seconds, and, to her credit, her knees only slightly buckle as she’s forced to carry her own weight. Satoru takes note of this with a smile.
Suguru gives her a look.
“Yeah, I know, you don’t gotta tell me. Head game fya,” Satoru says to be difficult, a cheeky smile on her ruined and bruised lips as she swags out a little.
But all said swag completely vanishes when Suguru suddenly pins her up against the wall.
Suguru’s voice comes out in a husky, sexy purr against Satoru’s ear. “What I was actually going to say…” Satoru chokes out a moan when Suguru pushes two fingers into her wet folds, “was that you didn’t come yet.”
"Well, don't worry," Satoru assures her shakily, a smile flickering on her lips as her heart beats a rapid tattoo against her chest. "It won't take long."
Suguru smirks, then she gets to work.