you try to move on from ex!shoko ieiri but you keep getting invited to the same orgies ╱ mdni, crack, strap usage, orgies ˚.✦
You and Shoko are done for good. It was a calm breakup, sad but with no big fights or shouting. She took her things from your apartment and left. You decided to go no contact for your own health, at least for a while, to heal and move on in peace.
Both you and her really tried to not see each other. You really did. But you shared the same circle of friends and acquaintances that keep inviting you to the same orgies.
The first time it happened you almost died on the spot. You walked into your friend’s big loft, lights dim and the whole place already smelling like sex and vanilla candles. Then you spotted her. Shoko was leaning against the kitchen counter in that black slip dress you used to steal, looking way too good. Your eyes met and you both froze like two deer in headlights. You gave her a tiny awkward wave. She waved back with the same stiff hand.
“Hi,” you said, voice way too high.
“Hi,” she answered, sipping her drink like it was the most normal thing ever. “You… here.”
“Yup. Me here.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Later you were on one of the big couches with this cute pink-haired girl kissing your neck when you felt eyes on you. You glanced over and there was Shoko, another girl between her legs, but Shoko was looking right at you. Your face burned.
She smirked a little. “Enjoying yourself?” she called out, voice breathy but teasing.
You laughed nervously, whining as the pink-haired girl found a good spot. “Trying to! You?”
“Same,” Shoko said, then moaned because the girl on her was clearly doing a great job. “This is so weird, right?”
“So weird!” you agreed, laughing harder even as your back arched. “We should… probably stop staring.”
“Probably,” she said, but neither of you looked away.
The second orgy was next level awkward. You showed up late to the hills house hoping she would not be there. Of course she was wearing the leather harness you bought her. When you walked past her she bumped your shoulder on purpose.
“Oops,” she said, not sorry at all.
“Real smooth,” you muttered.
An hour later you were on your back on this giant bed, legs around some girl whose name you definitely did not know, when Shoko climbed onto the mattress a few feet away. Your eyes met again, she raised her eyebrows.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, biting her lip as someone kissed down her chest.
You groaned, from the girl between your legs and from pure embarrassment. “Can we not do the small talk thing while we’re both getting eaten out?”
Shoko laughed that stupid pretty laugh you used to love. “Too late. How’s your week been?”
“Awful. Yours?”
“Also awful. Missed your stupid plant watering schedule,” she admitted, then moaned loudly as the girl found the right rhythm.
You covered your face with your arm, laughing so hard you almost cried. “Don’t talk about my plants right now, oh my god.”
Your hands brushed when you both reached for the same person at the same time. You yanked yours back like you got burned.
“Sorry,” you said quickly.
“Sorry,” she echoed, grinning. “This is ridiculous.”
“Extremely.”
After that night you texted the group chat begging them to stop inviting both of you. They replied with a million laughing emojis and one person wrote: lesbian community is small babe, just fuck it out
Now it is the third orgy. You are standing in this fancy apartment, drink in hand, when Shoko spots you immediately. She is already shirt open, some girl kissing down her stomach, but she waves at you like you are at a coffee shop. You walk over because apparently you hate yourself.
“Hey,” she says, a little out of breath.
“Hey,” you answer, trying to sound casual while a girl is literally licking under her boobs. “Nice… outfit.”
“Thanks. Nice top. Is that new?”
“Yeah. Got it last week.”
“Looks good.” She bites back a moan and adds, “You should take it off though, rules of the house.”
You snort. “You would say that.”
The girl between you two pauses and looks up, confused. “Do you two know each other?”
“Exes,” you both say at the exact same time.
“Oh my god,” the girl mutters and crawls away, probably to find less drama.
Shoko laughs and sits up, not bothering to button her shirt. “Aw, man, we scared her off.”
“Proud of us,” you say, rolling your eyes even as you sit on the edge of the couch next to her. Your thighs touch and neither of you moves. “This is so awkward.”
“Painfully,” she agrees, but she is smiling.
Shoko leans in closer, her fingers brushing your arm again, then sliding up to your shoulder. She traces little circles there like it is the most normal thing, like you did not spend the last month trying to forget how her hands feel.
You shiver. “Shoko…” you start, voice already shaky.
“Hmm?” She smiles all innocent but her hand drops lower, fingertips grazing the side of your breast through your top. “You look tense, let me help.”
You grab her wrist gently but do not push it away yet. “This is a bad idea. Like, really bad. We said no contact for a reason.”
“Yeah, but the universe keeps throwing us into orgies,” she whispers, leaning in so her lips brush your ear. Her other hand lands on your thigh, squeezing softly. “Maybe the universe wants us to fuck one last time. Or two.”
You laugh nervously, cheeks burning hot. “You’re impossible. We are supposed to be moving on.”
She squeezes your thigh higher and you feel your body betraying yourself, getting wet already. “I brought your favorite strap,” she says softly, right against your ear. “The thick purple one with the little curve you like so much. It’s in my bag by the door.”
Your brain short circuits, you pull back a little and stare at her. “You did not.”
“I did.” She grins, looking way too proud of herself. Her fingers slip under the hem of your top now, stroking your skin. “Come on, baby. We’re already here. Everyone else is busy. No one has to know it means anything.”
You bite your lip hard, trying to be strong. “Shoko, we’re going to regret this.”
“Maybe,” she says, then kisses your neck softly, then not so softly. “But you’re going to come so hard you won’t care.”
Ten minutes later she has you in one of the smaller bedrooms, door locked, both of you already naked. She really did bring the strap. You are on all fours on the bed, gripping the sheets, ass up while she kneels behind you. The thick purple toy slides into you slowly at first, stretching you just right and you moan loud enough that you are sure people outside can hear.
“Fuck, Shoko…”
“See?” she breathes, one hand on your hip, the other sliding up your back. She pushes in deeper and starts a steady rhythm. “Told you I brought your favorite.”
She fucks you so good it is actually annoying how right she is. Every thrust hits that perfect spot and you cannot stop the noises coming out of your mouth. She leans over you, chest against your back, kissing your shoulder while she speeds up.
“You’re so wet for me still,” she teases between thrusts, voice all husky. “Missed this, huh?”
“Sh-shut up,” you gasp, pushing back against her. “This doesn’t mean we’re back together.”
She laughs and snaps her hips harder, making you cry out. “Sure, sure. Just two exes having friendly orgy sex. Totally normal.”
You would argue but she reaches around and rubs your clit at the same time that your brain melts. The slap of her hips against your ass fills the room, mixed with your moans and her little grunts every time she buries the strap deep.
“God you look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, gripping your hips tighter. “Taking it so well for me.”
You come hard a few minutes later, shaking and moaning her name, and she keeps fucking you through it, slower but still so deep. When you finally collapse onto the bed, breathless and sweaty, she pulls out gently and flops down beside you.
She looks over with that smug little smile. “Was this a bad idea?”
You cover your face with your arm, laughing despite everything. “The worst. We’re never doing this again.”
Shoko just chuckles and pulls you closer. “Yeah. See you at the next orgy, then.”
a/n: this is a real life situation btw, i got this idea from a tiktok
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