and if i said i had a longer butch! nanami series in the works what would we have to say about that… hypothetically of course. also im required by law to include dry-humping in every fic #sorry
cw. butch! nanami x fem! reader... free use & a ridiculous amount of smut meowwww
your morning starts as almost all of them do. perched on the kitchen counter while your girlfriend, nanami makes breakfast. she talks you through your plan for the day, hand-feeding you the fresh fruit she cut for you. her defined muscles twist as she whisks the pancake batter.
“are ya even listening to me, pretty baby?” nanami questions as she catches you staring at her. “always, just love watching you take care of me,” you reply with a smile. your tone makes her heart soar; she adores providing for you.
nanami’s entire existence is catered to your needs, your wants, and your desires. so why would that not extend to your sexual needs as well? her desire to be of free use to you has been mentioned on several different occasions, and this morning is no different. “i just want to make you feel good, angel, anytime and anywhere,” she explains, hands bracing against the counter by your hips. her lips trail up the column of your neck.
“I know, sweetheart, i’m just a little nervous,” you explain. arms are slung around her neck, basking in the attention she is always giving you. “pinkie promise you will take what you need.” she pulls away from you to look into your eyes. her pinky finger pointed towards you, awaiting your curl around hers. the tension makes your stomach flip. “pinkie promise.”
she grins, leaning in to kiss you. warm and gentle, just like the slow mornings you spend together. you pull away, and she whines, eyes reluctantly opening to stare at you. “you know what i really want?” you tease. her ears perk up. “anything” she replies so quickly she’s stumbling through the words. “for you to finish making breakfast.” you grin. " yes, ma’am”
later that evening, watching the new show you’ve been talking about all week, legs tangled in her lap. she mindlessly traces her name onto the soft skin. the feeling makes you smile, eyes peeling away from the TV to her warm figure next to you. “are you bored, angel?” she frowns. “never; i love being near you.”
your foot hovers over the crotch of her pants, gently brushing against her. her hips stutter as her head hits the back of the sofa. “hmm— guess you don’t need something to do then.” you tease. her face flushes as she turns to you. “actually now that you mention it, i’m feeling quite bored.”
sitting up to straddle nanami, swinging your thigh around her. her rough hands slip under your shirt, exploring the warm skin as you lean down to kiss her. she whines against your lips as your nails sink into the muscle of her shoulders. she’s so noisy, and it only spurs you on. grinding against her faster, her hips bucking up to meet yours. god, nanami loves when you use her.
it’s past midnight when she finally drags you to the bathroom to get ready for bed. nanami is standing between your legs, doing your skincare. the focused look on her face makes you smile. being with her means never lifting a finger. “nanami?” you murmur. she hums in response, awaiting your question.
you feel the heat radiating off her body, the warm comfort of her cologne melting onto your skin. the bottle of cleanser is sat next to your thigh on the counter.“c’mon say it, i can tell something is distracting you pretty angel.” she whispers against you, leaving gentle kisses all over your face, hovering just over your lips. the sweet affection makes you regain your confidence.
“get on your knees for me, baby. i need your mouth on me.” nanami is already groaning as she sinks to her knees in front of you. she leaves fleeting kisses against the warm skin of your thighs. your hands immediately fly to her hair. just hearing your sweet voice, comfortable enough to ask her for exactly what you want, is making her painfully wet.
nanami kisses you through your dark blue panties, the ones she bought for you last week. a dark spot appears right where her lips meet you. using her hair to guide you where you need her, setting the pace. she follows, placing one last kiss on her favorite panties before she pulls them to the side. she licks up all of your slick dripping down; you’re so wet for her. she groans against you; the deep vibration of her voice only stirs you on as you grind against her. “more please.” she listens, of course, circling her finger against your clit. “good boy.” you moan. she whimpers against you again.“yes baby i’m always your good boy.”
you’re cumming so hard around her you’re shivering. “such a sweet girl, did so good for me.” she kisses the bruises she’s left all over you thighs. “lets get you cleaned up and ready for bed angel.” she runs the sink water warm, you slump against her as she rubs you down with the towel. “my messy girl” she smiles as she carries you bridal style into your bedroom.
softly falling asleep as nanami hums while turning the lights off. the gentle whoosh of the curtains being closed as she walks back towards your bed. she curls into bed behind you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. she always falls asleep better knowing you’re already sleeping.
nanami’s nightstand clock casts a hazy red glow across the bed; her shirtless form is asleep next to you. she looks beautiful like this, and you move to straddle her. placing gentle kisses across her chest, her skin is so warm against yours. nanami shifts under you, eyes opening to you, her sweet angel on top of her. “i’m sorry for waking you up, sweetheart.” her hands slide up to rest on your hips and squeeze the soft skin. “oh sweet girl, don’t apologize; just take what you need.”
your hand pushes her back against the bed; your eyes follow the curve of her nose. her lips twist into a grin. “come sit,” she motions toward her face. helping you get settled, your thighs braced against her head before she pulls you flush against her face. her strong hands lock your hips against her face. her nose bumping against your clit with every swipe of her tongue has you seeing stars.
nanami doesn’t think she’s ever been wetter in her entire life. listening to all the sweet little noises has her nearly dry-humping the air. waking her up in the middle of the night because you just need her that bad? god, you are a dream.
#wip of a bloodymary piece am working on!! I haven’t decided where I’m going with this piece just yet but I’m having fun :3 the quilt idea is the newest addition so farrrr
shoko strap game is crazy... this came to me in a vision!! requests are open as always <33
cw. smut!! shoko x fem! reader— just filthy as fuck
the smell of sex lingers in the room as you circle your hips around hers. the silk sheets form a halo around shoko’s bare figure as she watches you bounce on her strap. your evening plans were quickly abandoned as shoko showed off her new piercings. a jacob's ladder, adorned on her strap.
“love to see you use me and those pretty nails i pay for,” she whimpers out. the metal is so cool against your velvety walls as you ride her. shoko’s hands are glued to your hips, keeping your rocking against her. “just like that angel, using me so good,” she groans, your nails running down her chest, leaving soft marks against her warm skin.
your hips burn as you try to keep up with the pace she’s set. shoko leans forward, leaving sloppy kisses against your chest. bite marks bloom onto your skin, ones she would apologize profusely for in the morning. your hips falter; she notices, stopping her marking on your chest to look up at you. you can feel the weight of her stare, desire nearly pouring out of her as she admires you.
“need more,” you whine. the lazy smirk that spreads across her face makes your fingers tangle in her hair. leaning down to kiss her, you feel her cheeks warm. she loves when you fluster her, expressing what you need because you know she will always please you. shoko lives to serve; your pleasure is her only priority. “aw— already need my help, sweetheart?” shoko mocks, her tone only makes you squeeze harder against her. she takes that opportunity to guide you into a smoother rhythm. your moans merely increase the bruising grip she has on your hips.
without pulling out of you, shoko gently slides you onto your back, silk sheets bunching around you as she leans down to kiss your neck. her hands find your legs, slowly pressing them up towards your chest. “doing so good for me, princess,” she coos. the sweet tone of her voice is a harsh contrast to the cruel mating press she has you in now. shoko grips the headboard as her strap pushes into you.
hearing you gasp as she bottoms out makes her head spin, she’s so close. seeing you writhe beneath her, face twisted in pleasure is what pulls her over the edge. she cums as she slams into you. hearing her let go makes you whine, “god it’s all for you baby,” she shivers.
the position and the sensation of the piercings have you seeing stars. the pleasure is almost overwhelming, unable to control the moans escape. your hands claw at the sheets; shoko’s name slips from your lips like a prayer. you gush around her, listening to her babble praise. “so wet for me— fuck angel can you hear that?” she asks after a particularly brutal thrust.
the honesty of the question makes your face flush, only further driving her closer to you. the silk sheets underneath you are drenched with your slick. “my messy girl, you feel good?” you nod; she frowns. “words, please, angel.” shoko’s hand tilts your face towards hers. “so good sho— always make me feel soooo good.” she grins at your response.
wait i swear im back for realsies this time and i come bearing gifts... frat shoko :p
cw. shoko x fem! reader... she's shameless as fuck, but no actual smut!!
you could have killed nanami kento, truly.
your TA should not have led to attend a frat party where he eventually abandons you. nanami really didn’t want to go to yet another party to watch everyone he knows get blackout drunk, so he did what he does best. he begged you to come with him, promising extra credit if you agreed.
a few bonus points are how you ended up here, in the kitchen of the biggest frat on campus. the bass of the speakers is making the entire room shake. a game of glow-in-the-dark beer pong is happening across the room, while men you vaguely recognize crowd the table. you’re on the counter, listening to nanami talk; this moment with him is surprisingly peaceful.
the sweet serenity of the moment is interrupted by an arm slung over both of your shoulders. “kento at one of my parties? is this my lucky day?” she smirks at him before her eyes flicker to you.
shoko ieiri is infamous on campus, a mortuary science major and vice president of the biggest fraternity on campus.
shoko’s dark hair is tucked under a violet backwards cap, and a tight shirt hugs her chest as she smiles at you. “hi pretty, call me shoko,” she grins, shamelessly checking you out. her eyes watch your lips closely as you introduce yourself, hand holding hers for just a bit longer than a handshake should last.
casual conversation between the three of you isn’t enough for shoko; her eyes flicker down to your miniskirt, clinging to your thighs in a way that makes her mouth water.
"i'm making another round of green tea shots, ya want one?" she asks, eyeing your thighs before making eye contact again. "i'd love one," you grin as she helps you off the counter. leading you to the kitchen island, currently riddled with red solo cups. nanami takes this golden opportunity to slip out the back door, letting the screen door slam behind him.
shoko quickly busies herself with cleaning off the counter, letting you hop onto it while she grabs the liquor she needs. shoko turns to you, smiling, “fuck you would not believe how many trips i make to the recycling center.” it’s a stupid comment she regrets the second it leaves her lips, but you giggle, a sound that makes her heart race a little more than she cares to admit.
you watch her closely as she makes your shot, answering her questions about your major and various hobbies. she’s attentive to your answers, basking in the casual intimacy of standing so close to you. it's clear to you why she has the reputation she does. shoko ieiri is ridiculously charming.
shoko hands you the shot; light green liquor nearly overflows the cup. extending her own glass to clink yours, she winks as her cup hits the table before she takes her shot.
after your first drink, you're basically attached at the hip. she introduces you to people as they come up to talk to her, but she's far too invested in you to give them the time of day. her flirting is shameless, her desperate attempt to cover up how nervous you were making her.
god she wishes you weren't here with nanami. eyes tracing your figure every chance she gets, silently hoping you won't notice. you do… obviously, those brown eyes are not subtle in the slightest. it's cute, really.
a classmate approaches both of you in the corner, “sorry to interrupt, but have you seen nanami? i’ve been trying to find him.” your lip twists up in confusion, eyes scanning the room before turning back to her, “i haven’t, sorry i know that’s not much help.” she thanks you before wandering back off into the crowd.
"not sure where your little boyfriend is?" shoko teases. “please— he is not my boyfriend," you giggle." i thought you came here with him," shoko questions."as a friend," is all she needs to hear. the second those words leave your lips, she's moving closer to you. it's not subtle, the obvious change in her demeanor.
“want to dance?” she asks. you smile before taking her hand, letting her lead you to the dance floor. grinding against her, her hands sliding up your sides, she makes you feel like you're the only ones in the room. “you’re so pretty on me like this,” she whispers into your ear.
she spins you around to face her; your arms sling around her neck. the promixity is making her cheeks flush. shoko’s eyes flicker down to your lips before she makes eye contact again. “can i-” you don’t even let her finish her sentence before you press your lips together. your lip gloss smears against her lips; shoko’s fingers dig into your hips as she deepens the kiss.
pulling away breathlessly, her lips chase yours for a moment. your fingers twirl her dark hair. “you know, for being the biggest frat on campus, i never got the full house tour,” you comment. a grin appears on her face. “hmm i think we should start in my room then, don’t you agree?”
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 accidentally getting butch!sukuna into love island?! 18+
slight love island spoilers if you haven’t watched this season and recent episodes yet.
Every day, it seemed like you were glued to your living room’s TV screen. To you, it was a chance to get away from the long, exhausting day you had. Your back pressed against the couch, mouth chewing on whatever snack or meal you were craving while you talked to yourself loudly, or really yelling at the screen because someone did something stupid.
Sukuna’s used to it by now; you’re an avid reality TV show watcher, and she expected nothing less from you with your commentary.
After an episode ends, you get in bed as Sukuna rests her neck against her neck pillow that massages her shoulders, something you bought some weeks ago to stop her from complaining about her sleeping positions. You’ll ramble on about the cast, while she sits there, confused about how you remember all their names.
“And Zach? Please don’t get me fucking started on his ass. ‘Kuna, if you thought Sincere was disingenuous, Zach is so trifling. I peeped it from his conversation with Kayda after they were in the hideaway, and maybe earlier before that.” You roll your eyes, your arms crossed as Sukuna’s brows push towards each other.
“How do you even remember all of this?” Sukuna groans and rubs her temples. You shrug, “being irritated by their actions.” You go on about how you feel about the other islanders, gushing over your favorite couple and all.
It was routine for you at this point, stressing the app to see the new episode load as you text your friends about who you think is going to piss you off this episode and what you’re most excited to see.
Eating your favorite chips, you groan and roll your eyes as KC makes a comment. “He’s deadass? Is he deadass right now?” You yell as he talks about his feelings about Aniya, then it cuts back to what the girls were doing in the villa.
Sukuna hated to admit that her interest had piqued at what you were complaining about now. Walking out of the room and going to the living room, her eyes widened at the sight of Kayda crying at the letter and the girls hugging her.
“What happened? Why is she crying?” She tries to sound uninterested, but you can hear it all over her tone.
You hide the smirk on your face as Sukuna leans against the back of the couch, the next scene being a confessional. “Maybe if you sit down, you’ll know.” You push the chips in your mouth as it muffles your laugh. “Hey!” Her voice gravels, you laugh even more, and look up at her.
“What?” You reply after swallowing, looking back at the screen, it then goes back to Zach talking to the guys and the bombshells around them, looking at a letter similar to what the girls got.
You laugh at the reactions, and Sukuna rolls her eyes as you keep ignoring her. Giving in, she comes around the couch, sitting down and holding a pillow to her chest as her arms flex. You rest your feet on her lap, passing her the bag of chips. Sukuna takes some.
“Zach, please, you don’t even give a fuck for real.” You scoff, “Who’s Zach again?” She mumbles, swallowing hard on the chips. “The one I call Mary Poppins evil cousin.” Sukuna pauses and looks at you, “Ohhh, oh.” You stifle a giggle as Sukuna looks back at the TV.
“The shit you find entertaining needs to be studied.” She mumbles, you kick her thigh. “Ow!” You smirk and laugh. “That was entertaining.”
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my treat for disappearing again! truly nothing that cures writers block than yuri <33
cw. fem! gojo smut... so gay and pathetic... meow
satoru gojo has been sitting in the library, pretending to study, for the past hour. her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you. it's been over a week since she’s seen you, and she hasn't known peace for the entirety for your time apart.
gojo knows she should feel bad fantasizing about you like this, but she can't seem to help herself. almost on queue, her phone buzzes, and your contact appears on her lockscreen.
💘: stove isn’t working again :( can u help?
it’s a simple request, one that was totally a lie, but god was gojo so easy.
you're on her before the door to your apartment even closes, lip gloss is smearing all over her lips; she truly thinks there's no better feeling. you pull away for a moment to take a breath, her lips chase yours, but are met with a finger instead.
"wow you didn't even bring your toolbox gojo… you might need that," you tease. her eyes are glossy, shimmering in the gentle light of your home. "don't need anything else just you," she mumbles "just me?" you smile, enjoying the confession more than she could understand.
you begin pressing soft kisses on the soft skin of her neck. breathing in the musky scent of her cologne. she shivers at the contact. "god..yes just you."
the calm and controlled appearance that others know her as comes crumbling down when she's under you like this. she's not a teacher or the strongest. she's just gojo, all rough around the edges and desperate for your attention.
her fingers are glued to your skin, her muscular back is up against the door as she follows your lead. "want to be good for you… please" gojo whispers onto your skin as you peel away from her to walk towards your couch. her eyes follow you to the living room, waiting for your next direction. a smile spreads across your pretty face as you beckon her over with just the curl of your finger.
gojo stumbles over her own feet to get to you, kneeling in front of you. her head rests on the plush skin of your thighs as she leaves gentle kisses on the warm skin. her broad shoulders are level with your hips; it’s right where she belongs.
your hands slither to her hair, hands resting on the nape of his neck, nails digging into your skin. the pressure makes her head dizzy, and she nuzzles into your thighs, gently nipping your skin. “please please let me take care of you princess, it’s all i wanna do.” she basically whimpers beneath you. you smirk, “go ahead baby.”
with your permission, she doesn’t waste a second. hands coming up to your sides to pull your skirt down your hips, pressing your thighs apart. her eyes meet yours as she places a soft kiss on the blue lace of your panties. “these are my favorite, look so perfect in them,” she mumbles against the fabric. she can’t even count the number of times she’s imagined kissing your pretty cunt through the lace of your panties.
“so good for me,” you groan as she begins to make out with your pussy through the fabric. you move one of your hands to slide the lace out of the way, but she catches your wrist.
a collection of my favorite yuki, shoko, utahime, femjo, femguru, femkuna, femtoji (in this order) fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, with pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! here’s my own yuki and shoko fics 😙
i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post; note that there are inevitably going to be repeats of the same few writers since there’s so little wlw jjk fics! additionally, i wanted to include as little fics involving men as possible, so there’s exactly 3 fics that have three/foursomes with men, no more than that. this will be updated regularly-ish with new recs! <3
oneshots:
your kingdom in flames, your castle in the sea (yuki) on ao3 ; top 10 fics that ruined my life, number one: THIS FIC. reader is gojo’s older sister and yuki’s new interest, and also someone who has a mask that yuki is able to easily sneak past and into reader’s heart. i love the relationship & dynamic here. the affection between them isn’t loud in the verbal/physical sense, but it permeates each of their interactions and its SO good. the “food as a metaphor for love” tag is always one that catches me hook, line, and sinker, and this fic was no exception :3 every word is so carefully chosen and op writes so, so beautifully— every sentence is moving and leaves me in awe of their talent. do note the angst and major character death tags… sly yet sad giggle…
naked in manhattan! (yuki) by @kentwos-archived ; the summary here is simple yet succinct— you're inexperienced but yuki's there to guide you through it all as you start a relationship together— and what a GREAT take on the experienced gf/inexperienced gf trope it is!! yuki is SUCH a sweetheart here; she’s sweet ofc, understanding, and just as patient/accommodating and eager to comfort/guide as i imagine her to be :,) this is an incredibly sweet yet hot read!
kiss my ice (yuki) by @xo2dee ; FIGURE SKATER YUKI OH HOW YOU’VE MOVED ME… rivals to lovers with yuki is a fun trope for her given how easygoing/lax she can be with people, her duties, and her public image. after the kiss reader and yuki share goes viral, the two of them are paired up for future comps as a figure skating duo. their dynamic here is tooooo good and yuki’s dialogue throughout the full fic had me giggling and twirling my hair cos ugh i want her so bad. I too would let yuki be my downfall
(not so) lyrical genius (yuki ft. choso) by @stnexus ; ahh this fic is a long time favorite of mine. i remember reading it years ago and adoring it, so i was beyond elated when my reread proved to be just as enjoyable as my first read of this fic! yuki & choso are bandmates in a poly relationship with you, and when choso struggles with writer’s block, you and yuki know exactly what to do to help him along… 😏😁 i love me some dommy mommy yuki and subby choso RAHHHH
moon bend the knife (shoko) on ao3 ; to this day, this 2023 fic is one of my favorite shoko fics everrrrr. it takes place in canon, following a bad mission that reader went on before returning home to shoko. shoko wishes to care for reader, and they have the most sugary sweet, tender sex ever like omfg. i wanna melt every time i reread this fic has touched my heart in a way that few fics can… like. words Cannot describe how beautiful and moving this is. genuinely. this is poetry. it really is
lifeline (shoko) on ao3 ; the centric themes of this fic can be easily explained by these few lines in the fic itself: “You think of her and feel hope, then regret. She’ll see you in this state. You hate to do that to her. You care for her. You love her. You hate to hurt her.” ahhhh this hurt/comfort is like crack 🚬 a mission goes terribly wrong and so reader is escorted back to shoko for some healing, and shoko tends to reader so comfortingly and so sweetly 🥺😢 i adore shoko’s characterization here, same with her relationship with reader!
doctors orders (the woes of a pregnant wife) (shoko) by @manonism ² ; SHOKO FLUFFFFFF SHOKO FLUFFFFFF GATHER ROUND FOR SOME GOOD SHOKO FLUFF!!! reader is pregnant with shoko’s baby and shoko makes it her mission to dote on reader, she’s beyond cute and sweet here ^_^ this is a great read and is very funny & comforting!! love it!!
on call (shoko) on ao3 ; secret relationship trope AND shoko’s possessive?? yeah i’d be pussywhipped too! you and shoko both work at a hospital together, and when shoko’s able to score a bit of downtime with you, shoko wants you ALL to herself 😁😁 y’all know i love a good long-ish fic with in-depth smut so this fic is a winna winna in my book!! the push and pull between shoko and reader is soooo mfing good
the tartness of nicotine (shoko) on ao3 ; I LOVE MEET CUTES LIKE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING I SWEAR ☹️ every day that reader takes her bus, she runs into shoko, who she’s dubbed ‘cigarette girl.’ in turn, she calls reader ‘strawberry girl’ given how often she brings strawberries along with her as a snack, which reader always shares with shoko :,) super cute, fluffy, and feels-good!!
suguru and the girls who ate him (shoko ft. geto) by @macbethinchains (ao3 link) ; the day that i dont glaze this fic is the day that i DIE brah . phy has such an innate talent for writing and choosing theeee most perfect/beautiful words to describe people, places, emotions, thoughts, etc. in a way that deeply immerses AND captivates you. inspired by jennifer’s body (love this movie sfm), shoko is a succubus who, after turning reader into one as well, guides reader down the path of a succubi— and losing reader’s virginity to geto, another virgin. you can FEEEEEEL shoko’s deep yearning and obsession for reader in each scene, that’s her girl fr :,) the smut is soooo mfing good, and it’s even better knowing how it will inevitably end and anticipating what shoko and reader plan on doing with geto 🤭
sleeping beauty (shoko) by @reignpage ³ ; the things i’d do for roomie shoko 🚬🚬 and if that means waking her up every morning with my mouth on her cooch, I’M IN IT TO WIN IT!!! reader here struggles with waking shoko up every morning to no avail, until accidents happen and they discover that the sure-proof way to rouse shoko is with orgasms 😁 shes so hot and flirty in this fic MEOWWWWW MEOWWWWWWWW
cherry (utahime) on ao3 ; i need to start off with saying UTAHIMES CHARACTERIZATION HERE IS SO MFING GOOD RAHHHHHH!!!!! utahime is fairly experienced and has never really had a good kiss, so reader shows her the ropes ;) utahime is sooo yummy in this i fr wanna DEVOUR her cos of how cute yet hot she is, ughhhtjshejdjw especially when some of her snark/possessiveness leaks outta her 🤭 sosososoooo good i simply cannot praise this fic enough
my rifle, pony and her (fem!gojo) by @liahcharms ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING OUTTTTTLAWAAAWW!!!!!! liah’s femjo in this fic is getting ridden through the mattress til the bedframe breaks and the floorboards below shatter like glass 🤤😋 reader works at a brothel and her new client is none other than gojo herself, a notorious outlaw. this whole fic is SO descriptively beautiful and each word drips with such gorgeous sensuality, its genuinely tooooo good. FEMJO LETS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHA 👅
equal rights, equal fights (fem!gojo) by @reignpage ³ ; gojo gets hit by a gender-bending curse and naturally that means some fun is in store for her and for reader 😇 gojo’s competitiveness that shines while trying to show how many orgasms she can give reader as a woman and as a man is sooooohjtkwhrjaj yes im actively kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl!
in harmony (fem!geto) by @indom-itus ; lets all give BLANK her 10s cos oh my gawddddd this story is so lovely and god do i love femguru 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 ESPECIALLY WHEN SHES A ROCKSTAR! cheeky, cute, smug and flirty sugu with a certified #girlfailure reader is a top tierrrr dynamic, especially with all that pining between them… dreamy sigh. you won’t regret reading this fic fs!!
move on (fem!geto) by @suguruss1ut ; conniving ass femguru is truly my achilles heel cos i’d be tripping over myself tryna get on top of her and that strap jhtjwhrjs. geto and reader are best friends and roomies, so naturally when reader gets cheated on, she turns to geto for comfort… and ohhh does she make you forget about the situation FAST 🤭 and shes sooo mean in the hottest way possible ugh #INEEDDATNEOWWW
STREEEEEETCH YOU OUT (fem!toji) by @uzugeto ; FEMJI SAVE ME FEMJIIII LET ME BOUNCE ON THAT STRAP SLOPPY STYLE!!! after reader gives birth to the zenin heir, her STANK ASS incel husband signs her up for a gym membership, where reader meets her new trainer, toji…. and whewwww is the mental picture of a sweaty, bulked up femji a TREAT. i love jade’s humor that she weaves into her fics alongside very real world insecurities and fears, there’s no dissonance cos of how seamlessly she executes her fics. this whole fic, from the yearning/thirsting stage to the eventual smut, is a certified wlw masterpiece cos WHEWWW
express yourself (yuki, shoko, utahime, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!sukuna) by @wiinterz ³ ; based on movies such as secretary and stoker, each smut piece features secretary!reader and a super hot boss. all of them are SO toe-curling and scrumptious that i simply cannot narrow down my favorites LOL. you will enjoy every single one of these, truuuust 🤞🏽
drabbles:
edging yuki (yuki) by @kamitv ; smut
phone sex (yuki) by @fushigur0lover ; smut
milf!yuki repaying her gratitude by eating you out (yuki) by @amortoru ; smut
prey (yuki) by @schilders ; smut
guilty pleasure (yuki) by @indiewritesxoxo ; angst, suggestive
yuki really loves her motorcycle (yuki) by @gyarujo ; fluff
yuki thinks about you when she works out (yuki) by @whosepyramidscheme ; smut
i can’t drown you out (no matter what i do) (shoko) on ao3 ; light angst, smut
your first time (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
angst & miscommunication sex w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; angst, smut
lab rat (shoko) by @sugurusbadhabit ; smut
fingering you in front of a mirror (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
shoko loves your nursing boobs (shoko) by @manonism ² ; smut
nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn hooking up in an on call room (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; smut
sex toys (shoko) by @eraserbread ; smut
messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering (shoko) by @gojosconsort ; smut
teeth (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; smut
she discovers your breeding kink (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
your girlfriend and professor shoko helps you with your homework (shoko) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut
nine in the afternoon (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; fluff, suggestive
halloween surprise w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; smut
granted for patience (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; smut
SMS (shoko) on ao3 ; smut
nonsexual acts of intimacy: shoulder rubs (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; fluff
nonsexual acts of intimacy: playing with hair (utahime) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; fluff
scissoring (utahime) by @kunareads ; smut
just like high school (utahime) by @wiinterz ³ ; smut
kiss it better (fem!gojo) by @wiinterz ³ ; smut
swimmer fem!gojo (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; suggestive
my bitch (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; smut
long distance gf!suguru geto getting you a replica of her cock (fem!geto) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
homoerotic friendship with femguru (fem!geto) by @getozzn
the squirter (fem!sukuna) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut
lactation (fem!sukuna) by @lilacxquartz ; smut
impatient girl (shokohime) by @cuntphoric ; smut
a man’s place (shokohime ft. gojo) by @reignpage ³ ; smut
girls girls girls (yukishokohime) by @mooniewritess ; smut
description - you enjoy being a secretary, it’s nice being able to help out as much as you can, even with your slightly absurd boss, who is extremely serious about grammar. you know better, sometmes.
featuring [separated] - shoko ieiri x plus size-fem!reader, utahime iori plus size-fem!reader, yuki tsukumo x plus size-fem!reader, butch!gojo satoru x plus size-fem!reader, fem!suguru geto x plus size-fem!reader, butch!sukuna ryomen x plus size-fem!reader
warning(s) - profanity, slight plot with some, spanking, she/her pronouns (gojo, suguru, sukuna), orgasm denial, biting, spitting, overstimulation, squirting, sadomasochism, dacryphilia, nipple/breast play, pet names (baby, sweet girl, baby girl, doll, pretty girl, angel, honey, good girl), light choking, headIocks, thigh riding, panties as a gag, teasing, pussy eating, pussy smacking, pillow humping, fingering, slight humiliation kink, bondage, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.
my letter 💌 - i always thought that secretary (2002) and stoker (2013) were my little niche/weird films. they still are, and i’m so happy more and more people are becoming obsessed with lee holloway.
☆SHOKO IEIRI
𝒯here is an unsettling silence between the two of you, one you’ve desperately found uncomfortable.
Her dark brown eyes would stay locked on you whenever you walked into her office.
Sitting behind her desk, her fingers occupied with tracing over the words you wrote, many errors in almost every sentence.
Over the past few weeks, her eyes have skipped over them; a part of her did not care to correct them. Did not care to express how it looked on her as a brand; she let you have your errors, your ignorance, so blinding that Shoko felt as if she had become a prisoner to your actions. Actions you are unaware of.
Things have changed; her calm tone has grown stricter, making you see your wrongdoing and driving you to pledge never to repeat it.
Tapping your foot excessively fast on the carpet, you brush your tongue against your inner cheek.
Blocking out a bit of your thoughts as music plays on low from your thin stereo headphones.
Typing somewhat quickly on the typewriter, you jump as Shoko slams a paper on the typewriter.
Errors circled in her red marker, her lips pursed as she stared at you.
You take your headphones off, placing them against your neck as you glance up at her. “What did I tell you about mistakes?” She whispers sternly; the many whiteouts on your desk shake a little from her moving her hand against the typewriter.
Your eyes flicker down back at the letter, seeing them now. School written as Shool, focus written as focs.
“To always keep them in check.” You whisper, and she nods. “To always keep them in check,” Shoko repeats.
There is an eerie silence between the two of you before she speaks again.
“Crawl to my office.” She states, strictly, and her flared, black-striped work pants accentuate her body as she walks away, leaving the paper on your typewriter.
Your eyes followed her until she was out of reach.
You bite your bottom lip, holding in your smile. Your hands feel warm, as the hair on your body stands.
Glancing at the letter, you lean forward and pick it up with your mouth, making sure to have a nice grip as you stand and get on all fours.
Your heart pounds with each movement, crawling down the hallway, your eyes stare at her open door.
Knowing she’s waiting for you, just as you’ve waited for her.
Making it inside, you see her standing in front of her desk, hands clasped and resting in front of her as her brow raises when she sees you.
You stay in front of her, still on all four. Shoko continues to stare at you, her dark brown eyes flicking from your hands to your face, watching you blink before returning to the arch in your back.
Shoko then comes up to you, leaning forward as her hand comes up under your chin, nudging your face to look at her better.
Strands of her hair fall over her shoulders, slightly touching you.
“I want you to get on my desk…pull your skirt up and pull your tights down.” She whispers, the rasp in her voice turning you on.
Shoko takes a step back, and you stand, wiping your hands on your buttoned-up shirt before going over to her desk. Still having the letter in your mouth, you swallow your saliva down, making sure it doesn’t touch the paper.
Pulling your skirt up, Shoko watches intensely, arms crossed, as the muscles from her biceps outline against the tightness of her buttoned-up shirt.
You then slowly move your fingers to the hem of your tights and pull them down slowly, your eyes trailing down Shoko’s body as you do. Once your tights hit your heels, you lean back on your hands planted on the table as you widen your legs, your cotton underwear on display now.
Shoko walks up to you, now standing in front of you. Her fingers reach for the letter, pulling it out of your mouth, and place it on the table beside you.
“Read the words off for me,” She whispers, and her right hand comes up to the valley of your breasts, dragging her fingers to your panties, seeing the way you jerk a little.
You gulp and look to the right, seeing the glaring red marker circled over your errors.
Shoko’s hands come over to your heels, her left hand wrapping over to your ankle as her right hand carefully takes off your right heel. Then, moving over to the left, she does the same, placing them nicely on the floor. Her fingers, warm and soft, drag your tights down all the way off.
“Dear Mr. Nelson-” Your voice gets cut off as Shoko yanks your panties down, the cold air hitting your pussy.
You look at her, and she nudges her head back to the letter, swallowing your saliva. You look back at the letter and continue. “Thank you for taking the time to respond to us.”
A whimper leaves your breath as Shoko’s thumb begins to circle over your clit, she holds in a moan, missing the feeling of you on her skin, missing your scent.
“We understand how much this means to you, as it is important to us too.” You squirm as Shoko slides her middle and ring finger in your hole; you squeeze yourself around her fingers, your mouth becoming coated with your saliva even more.
You see the mistake in the next sentence; your body feels as if it is exceeding normal temperature. “Continue,” Shoko repeats, her eyes on your pretty folds, her thumb still teasing at your clit.
Clearing your throat, “If your still wiling to visit our office on the twenty-seventh of this month, to continue this conversation, we will be happy to provide a time for you. Our office hours are from nine a.m. to four p.m. every Monday through Friday, thank you.” You finish reading, nervous to make a glance at Shoko.
She does not care; however, her fingers curl as she begins to thrust them unhurriedly inside you.
Her pace is torturous to you; you keep your legs open for her, as your hips buck up to feel her deeper. Your arousal coaxes her, making her hand angle in a way that forces a moan out of you.
“Look at me, and reason with me on how you don’t deserve to be punished.” She lets out, your cunt pulsates with each thrust, the squelching sounds coming from your pussy keep the room from being entirely silent.
You whine and squirm around, only for Shoko’s left hand to come around your waist and pull you closer to her.
“Come on, be a good girl for me.” She whispers and gets closer, resting her head against your neck, her lips ghosting over your skin.
Her thumb rubs side to side against your clit, and she holds in a giggle as she feels you try to close your legs on her.
You turn your head forward and sigh as her perfume consumes you.
Your soaking pussy is taking her well as you try and come up with something, an excuse almost. “I didn’t mean to.” You whisper, and Shoko laughs before pressing her lips onto your collarbone.
“You didn’t mean to? That is not a good enough excuse. Try again.” She murmurs, pushing her fingers deeper into your cunt, moaning against your neck as your walls clench harder. She was close to giving you whatever you want, but needed to remind you that life does not work that way.
You bite your bottom lip, the heat in your stomach coming as your nipples feel hard, wishing she would give them a bit of attention, but you know better.
“Come on, doll, talk to me.” She rasps and smirks right after, once she feels you jerk your hip up. Your arousal drips out of your pussy, covering her fingers and her desk now.
“Mmngh– I wasn’t paying attention.” You whine out, tears welling up as you try to move again, needing to cum. Shoko’s nails dig into your skin, stopping you quickly.
“You weren’t paying attention.” She mumbles and clicks her tongue, “I always expect the best from you, and you defy me each time. What am I going to do with you?” She leans back, her hair now in her face as she pouts; she was the victim now.
Your thoughts feel lost, and your words fall flat on your tongue as she hurries her pace up, not giving you a chance to speak.
“Naughty girl, is this what you wanted all along? Your boss's fingers taking care of your sweet pussy?” She giggles, and you nod fast, moans spilling out from your tongue. “Wanna cum.” You whine, trying to blink your tears away, but it only makes them fall to your chin.
Shoko moans at the sight, the lighting in the room capturing the glimmer in your eyes. Your lips quiver while your moans sound like an angel's call to her.
You grind your hips, your pussy, and her fingers go into a natural rhythm. The more you ride her, the more she thrusts into you. “Easy.” Shoko glances at your pussy, soaked and swollen, such a pretty sight.
Before you could let out another moan, Shoko pulls her fingers away from your pussy, stopping the tense feeling of cumming all over her fingers.
Your brows furrow, and you look at her, tears still falling to your chin.
“Why’d you stop?” You pout, Shoko stares at her fingers, and brings them up to her mouth, sucking them, enjoying the taste of you on her. Your scent covers her and the table. She moves to the side, picks up a tissue, and wipes her hand dry.
“You didn’t give me a good reason why I shouldn’t punish you.” She states, staring at you blankly, and the embarrassment for you slowly comes back.
Shoko picks up the letter and hands it to you, “Rewrite this for me and make me a coffee.” Her voice is now monotoned, and she walks behind her desk, now sitting down on her chair as she scoots up to the table.
You blink a couple of times and pull your underwear back up, pulling your skirt down. You stand and grab your heels, tights, and walk out of her room, unsatisfied and annoyed.
☆UTAHIME IORI
𝒴our moans echo through the building, scared that others could hear you from down the hall. Utahime’s lips stayed attached to your right nipple, the tip of her tongue twirling over the bud, her hands staying at your waist, forcing you to stay still on her lap.
Your back pressed against her desk; the files she had gone over were filled with her red marker, circling over your multiple mistakes.
As if you enjoyed causing her problems, each word she read that was written incorrectly made her skin crawl.
Now yours did the same for a whole different reason.
Utahime’s office is cold, making sure your nipples were still hard even if she stopped giving them attention.
“Ms. Iori.” You moan breathlessly, gasping as her teeth drag down the valley of your breasts, your skin covered from her tongue.
Your pussy was soaked, and your panties stuck to it. You tried riding her lap only for her to stop you immediately.
“I taught you better.” Her voice is authoritative, yet so gentle.
Her eyes flicker up to you as she leans back in her chair, her lips glisten from her saliva, and her lipstick covers your skin and her chin.
“I’m so disappointed, don’t think I’m not.” She continues, bringing her right hand up to rest on your cheek, her thumb brushing back and forth, slowly.
Your eyes look down at her shirt, watching her chest move up and down as she breathes steadily.
“I can make it up to you, I promise.” You whisper, and she raises a brow, “By not making any more mistakes?” She quickly responds, and you sit quietly now.
She hums and nods, “Didn’t think so.” She whispers and sighs, resting the nail of her thumb between her teeth as she stares at you.
Her eyes run over to your face, the beauty that you are; she should feel ashamed by her actions, pulling you into her perverse ways. She is ashamed, only a little, but there are times when she looks at you, and she sees the same yearning.
As if you’re water in a drought for her, you’d give to her over and over again, bringing her back to life just by your scent alone.
Tapping her hand on your ass, she sighs, “Get on my desk, sweet girl.” She licks her lips, and you bite your bottom lip, trying your best to hide your smile. “Should I pull my skirt up, ma’am?” You giggle, and her heart beats faster from your words. Utahime swears you’re trying to give her a heart attack, day by day.
She nods and watches you get on the edge of her desk, your heels pressing on her chair, locking her in. Your cotton panties are now ready to be pulled off, soaked with your arousal.
“Take them off.” She whispers, her eyes darker as you listen, sliding them off slowly.
“Good girl.” She mumbles, still having her thumb between her teeth, her skin buzzing, wanting nothing more than to devour you.
She stares at your pulsing pussy, her eyes move up to your face, waiting for whatever. Her hands move your legs closer and pull your panties off from your ankles and toss them on the ground.
“You enjoy being a problem to this company?” She questions, sliding your thighs open, you gulp and shake your head no.
“Then why do you act incompetent?” Utahime mumbles, her thumb sliding down your folds, watching your cunt twitch. You clear your throat, and she glances up at you, giving you a look. You go quiet and watch her still, your eyes on hers, then move to her lips.
“Pick up one of the files and read your mistakes, because clearly you enjoy making me look bad.” Her index finger continues to glide up and down between your folds, loving each twitch and shiver you give her.
Your hand grabs one of the files, and your eyes immediately see the mistakes, from the help of her marker.
“I should have placed a period, there’s an on running sen-” You whimper as Utahime pulls her hand back and slaps your pussy. The pain is aching and vibrating; your cunt pulsates harder now.
“Keep going.” Utahime doesn’t look at you, doesn’t need to because her actions are doing the talking now.
You listen and open your mouth, “The company’s name is spelled incorrectly.” You jump as Utahime slaps your pussy again, this time harder than the first one. Then she slaps it again, the smacking sounds going on repeat.
Your pussy hurts, and your whimpers turn into moans as she slaps your pussy for the eleventh time now.
Your arousal on her hand, your clit swollen and twitching over and over again. You're so sensitive that if she inserts any of her fingers in you, you're sure you’d cum right then and there.
Utahime is mean with her slaps; each one had a reason, berating you to do better, but you both know better. You’ll keep up these mistakes, and she’ll keep implementing barbaric punishments you both look forward to.
“You’re so beautiful, but you really do love causing trouble.” She sighs, mostly saying it to herself.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, sniffling, and Utahime laughs, shaking her head. “You’re not sorry, baby, cause if you were, you would do better.” She notes and smacks your pussy one more time, making you shut your legs. Utahime hums and opens them back up, her hand rubbing your pussy up and down as she coos at you.
“Just do better for me.” She murmurs, leaning closer and wrapping her lips around your nipple, her thumb now teasing your clit as she bites at your left nipple gently.
You squirm and wrap your arms around her as you whine and cry. “Fuck, that hurts so good.” You gasp, feeling Utahime smirk against you.
Moving her head to your right, she drags her thumb down your pussy, so close to sliding it in your hole, but she does not. Instead, she circles your folds, slightly easing the pain as she sucks on your right nipple. Her lips move up to your shoulder blade, digging her teeth against your skin, leaving many bite marks.
You owned her mind; she owned your body. That’s just how it went between you two.
☆YUKI TSUKUMO
𝒞urrently on a phone call, a mint in her mouth as you sat on her left thigh, skirt on the ground. Your lips ghost over hers, but every time you attempted to kiss, she dismissed you each time.
Her free hand picks up your panties that were on the table behind you, and balls them up before stuffing them in your mouth, making you gag in surprise.
Yuki now placed her left hand on your waist, rubbing the tip of her finger against your skin to coax you to keep riding her thigh. Her pants are ruined already, not that it bothered her; she had more hiding somewhere in the office.
Pulling the phone away from her, she glares at you, “Ride me until you’ve learned your lesson.”
You sigh and watch her place her telephone back against her ear, hearing what her client has to say. You’ve taken calls, taken care of her, but for some odd reason, the letters you typed up always came back incorrect.
She’s reached a new level of tiredness with you, needing you to know that this can’t go on, but it does.
“Yes, Mrs. O’Hara, I’m still here.” She replies to her client, eyes on you as she waits patiently.
You hold back a whine and begin grinding on her, the slick of your pussy covering her pants. She feels it a little, feels the way your pussy squeezes for something as you ride harder.
You try to hide your whimpers, wishing you could bury your face in her neck, but Yuki refrains from letting you do so.
You gasp as Yuki’s fingers trace up your body, moving over to your lips, her thumb brushing over the bottom lip before pressing into your mouth. You suck on her thumb and continue to ride yourself out. Your whimpers are muffled by your panties and her thumb.
Your pussy lips ached for something more than just getting off her thigh; you wanted her lips, marking you all over, like you owed it to her, and maybe you did.
She quickly ends the call and places the telephone down, now giving you her attention. Moving her hands to your waist, she helps you ride yourself on her. “Shit, just like that, honey.” She whines, and you grind harder, the texture of her pants making you a moaning mess.
She keeps the panties in your mouth, forcing you to be confined.
Your clit twitches as you feel yourself so close to cumming now. Yuki can tell by your face and the way your moans become like whimpers.
You jerk your body closer to her, and she wraps her arms around your waist. Then, bringing her right hand up to your mouth, she pulls the panties out and tosses them on your skirt. You moan and whine, “Ah– that feels so good.” You gasp, your eyes on hers still.
Yuki could almost cum at the sight, sweetest moans and eyes gleaming as you reached new levels of ecstasy.
“You just wanted my attention, is that it, angel?” She whispers and smiles at you.
You nod and moan again; you're so close. “Fuck.” You jerk your hips up, and Yuki moves her hand down to your ass, gripping them and leaning closer.
“Open your mouth.” She whispers, and you open wide. Yuki doesn’t take another second, spitting in your mouth. “Close it and swallow.” You close your mouth and swallow hard, the action turning you on even more.
You gasp and jerk again, “That’s it, baby, use my body.” She smirks, and you do as she says.
Relaxing your body, you continue to move your hips back and forth, the folds of your pussy pressed hard against her. Yuki holds you tighter as you jerk your body more, your moans cutting off as you hide yourself in her neck.
Cum spills out of your pussy, covering her work pants, you ride your high out, sighing as you close your eyes tightly.
Your body feels overstimulated while you slow down, and Yuki shushes you kindly. “It’s okay.” She mutters, still holding you as you finally stop.
Your legs are shaky, your skin hot as fire, only slightly cooling down by her comfort.
“That’s my good girl.” She rasps, and you smile, planning your next mistakes.
☆BUTCH!GOJO SATORU
𝐼t had been over a month since the last time she had touched you for your countless mistakes. It was simple, only slapping your ass until you couldn’t sit on it anymore, but that was not enough for you.
You missed the way her veins popped out from her hand with each blow as she held you to keep you still.
You’ve thought about it, dreamt about it, touched yourself about it, but still nothing.
Tapping your foot against the carpet, you organized your desk. Checking the drawers inside, making sure you had everything you needed.
A hall away, her door had been shut, and muffled sounds of conversations on the phone went through the vents.
You couldn’t tell what she was saying, couldn’t tell who she had been cooperating with all this time.
Instead of letting your thoughts of her lips, fingers, and voice take control, you tried your best to find different outlets.
This is a stupid game you’ve been playing for too long now. You’ve tried it all to get her attention, wearing skirts so tight that whenever you bend, it shows your curves. Accidentally messing up her coffee, knowing what she likes, and submitting things to her a day late.
At this point, you were sure Gojo would fire you at least, but no, she kept you in her vicinity. Pulling you closer anytime you seemed to start slipping away.
Gojo felt bad in a way, corrupting your mind and body with her urges. She knows better, or at least she scolds herself into believing.
Throughout that month, Gojo watched you closely. The act you placed on, you acted as if you weren’t causing a problem in the workplace, and she pursued the act.
Yet, when she was alone, at home, or in her office, she pleasured herself to the thoughts of you. Wondering how your lips would feel on her nipples or at the bud of her pussy. Would you be gentle? Would you be rough like her?
Her brain would short-circuit every time as she thought about whether you would smack her. Mostly on her face as you shamed her for everything.
She’s been waiting patiently for an outburst, but nothing.
Little did she know, you had many, mostly to yourself, one of the reasons being scared to lose your job. Guilt is eating you both alive, mostly Gojo.
The funny thing about guilt is that it drives you to do some unthinkable things.
The clock on the wall that had been over the front door ticked, being one of the few things that stopped the silence from suffocating you.
Still organizing the drawers of your desk, you take your time and begin to sharpen your pencils. The fire in your arms and stomach never left, making a home in you, one you tried to light out more times than you could count.
Gojo came out of her office, standing by the wall that curves to the hallway, staring at you.
Biting her bottom lip as she gripped the letters in her hand, she almost crumpled them. You don’t turn, not feeling her presence as you hum away, anything to get you through another day at work.
Stepping away from the walk, she walks over to you, tossing the papers in a nearby trash can and standing in front of your desk now, arms crossed.
You look up from what you’re doing, blinking a bit as you see her, those light blue eyes that always distract you in the best way possible.
“Yes?” You question, Gojo’s breath stops, and she has to clear her throat to not let her voice crack as she speaks. “Can you follow me to my office?” She asks, but more as a statement, you nod and stand.
Your hands shake a little as you wonder if this is it? If you were finally getting fired from this job, scared to ask, you stayed quiet while you walked behind Gojo.
She doesn’t look behind her once; the sounds from your steps and small mutters do enough. Gojo smirks as she pushes her door open and stands against it, watching you small yourself up around her, unknowingly to you.
“You’re thinking loud.” She informs you, you look up at her, and gulp, “Sorry.” You speak up a little as you fully step inside. Gojo shuts the door behind her and walks over to her desk, sitting down in her chair. Her office had a more comfortable feeling to it. Two chairs in front of her table, a bay window behind where she sat, and a white couch that’s pressed against the wall facing her desk.
You stay standing as you look at her. She’s quiet, hands clasped, and on top of the desk, her eyes follow every movement you make.
“Do you like this job?” She asks, genuinely, but it still throws you off. You nod and let out a sigh, “Yes, I like working here if that’s what you’re asking.” You trail off, Gojo glances at your skirt, which stops at your knees, and she can’t help but wonder what color panties you’re wearing today.
“Do you like working with me?” She gets you there, you figured it was a trick question, and it is in a way; you hate how demanding she is at times, though you also seek it out.
“I do, I like it here.” You mutter, and Gojo shakes her head. “Not what I just asked.” It’s silent between you two now, you’re not sure what move to take, and she’s not sure if she should risk it again. Gojo then stands and comes over to you, leaning against her desk, her hands pressed on the edge of it as she stares at you.
“I’ve thought about firing you, not for the reasons you think. You’re good at your job, yet you have started to slip up. Things that should be second nature to you, because you're my secretary, you just seem not to get it through your head.”
Crossing her arms, her muscles flex through her shirt, making your eyes flicker at them before looking back into her eyes.
There’s a glare in them that you have not seen in a while, not until that day.
You take a deep breath as Gojo steps closer to you, her face inches away from yours, and it takes everything in you not to break and kiss her.
“I really am sorry, and I can do better.” You plead. Gojo hums and glances at the couch, “I hope so, but words are never enough for me. You have to show me that you're capable of doing better.” She rasps, stepping closer, you shiver as you feel her nipple brush against yours.
Nodding again, you blink a few times, “I’m willing to do whatever you want.”
Gojo holds in a smile; her pussy throbs at your voice. Taking a step back, she hums and tilts her head.
“Take your skirt and panties off, keep your heels on, and ride one of my pillows.” She rasps out, and your heart beats faster as you watch her sit on her desk, waiting.
Nudging her head up, the smirk finally appears on Gojo’s face as she sees your stunned look. “I thought you were willing to prove you can do better.” She teases, and your heart flips at her tone. You nod and glance at your heels. Clearing your throat, you look back at her, “I did, I am.” You state, and she smiles, fluttering her eyelashes at you.
“Good girl.” She praises, seeing the way your body jerks from that.
You move over to the couch, your back facing it as you unzip your skirt and push it down off you. Gojo licks her bottom lip as she stares at your legs; your cellulite is visible now.
Getting on the couch, you face the right armchair as you sit on your knees, the right side of your body presses into the cushion as you pull a pillow to you. Placing it underneath you, you hover over it as your pussy aches, your hands becoming slightly sweaty as you feel nervous.
Gojo stays quiet as she observes you, “That’s it, babygirl, pleasure yourself on my pillow.” She beckons, her voice sounding like a siren’s call.
Pressing your body on the pillow, you keep one hand on the pillow and the other on the couch to keep yourself somewhat steady.
A part of you feels embarrassed doing this, and excited to do whatever she asks. It’s not physical touch like you wanted, but this works too; Gojo staring at you as you fuck yourself.
You fold the pillow a little with your thighs as you begin to rock your pussy back and forth against it. You look down, taking it slow first, the texture on your cunt slightly rough but not enough to hurt.
Gojo swallows her saliva hard as she watches you, her eyes dark as her hands grip the edge of the desk, licking her bottom as you glance back at her.
Your pussy throbs at the sight. There is no need for words as you look at her, your heart beating faster while you quicken up your grinding. You move your hand that was on the pillow to your clit, rubbing it in circles.
Moaning, you face your head back to the armrest and look down at the cushion. The tension in your body is growing as your nipples get harder.
“That’s it, ride that pretty pussy on my pillow, leave your scent on it, baby.” She rasps, her right hand jerking as she holds back from taking her clothes off and fucking herself to you.
“Shit, don’t say things like that.” You whine, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy wetting the pillow a little now as your clit twitches. Gojo giggles and crosses her arms, “Why not? You look so pretty like this, yeah, that’s it, doll, tap on your clit for me.” She whispers, and you groan, your ring and middle finger begin tapping on your clit repeatedly, which makes you flinch, messing up the rhythm you’ve made on accident.
Gojo’s eyes move over to your legs, down to your heels, the way they press into the couch as you keep grinding harder.
She knows this isn’t enough for you, and truly, it’s not enough for her, too.
“Stop.” She says sternly, and you pause immediately, your brows crease as you turn your head to look at her, trying your best not to pout.
“It was starting to feel good.” You complain, Gojo chuckles and comes up to you, nodding. “I don’t doubt that, but come on, sweet girl. You would rather my mouth than some basic pillow, hm?”
You shiver as Gojo’s right hand comes up from under your chin, smushing your cheeks as she keeps you from looking anywhere else.
You nod and clear your throat, “Yes, please.” Gojo smirks and lets go of your face. “Need you off the pillow then.” She replies, you then move off it, Gojo places it to the side as she watches you sit in front of her now.
Gojo hovers over you, resting her right hand on the wall as she lifts her left leg back and takes her heel off, then her right heel off after.
You stare up at her, admiring the way she looks in the lighting.
Gojo steps back and gets on her knees, her right hand resting on your right ankle, trailing up your body slowly. “How did I get so lucky with a secretary like you?” She whispers, leaning down, her lips pressing on your left thigh, kissing up your skin.
You blink a couple of times, trying to get a word out, but you are unable to.
Gojo’s left hand comes up between your thighs and opens your legs wider for her. Her eyes gleaming at the sight of your pulsing pussy, your clit swollen and so sensitive.
Bringing her thumb to it, her eyes flicker up to your face as she brushes it up and down carefully, watching you squirm.
“I got you, baby, it’s okay.” She whispers, leaning her head down, her tongue licks your pussy lips, moaning at the taste.
The vibration of her moans makes you bring your hand on her shoulder, your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Gojo smirks and kisses your aching pussy, moving her hands underneath your thighs, she holds you, brushing her fingers side to side on your skin.
Spitting on your pussy she watches it drool down before pressing her tongue against your hole and licking it up.
You moan and gasp, pressing your hand harder on her shoulder, only for Gojo to hold you harder. The sounds of her slurping up your slick that's mixed with her spit make your stomach turn as your legs shake.
“Ah- Gojo, fuck right there!” You whine and grind your hips up; her nose brushes against your clit, sniffing up your scent. “You like this? Hmm?” She moans and keeps sucking at your folds, shoving her mouth more into you. Your fingers dig into her shoulder, and she groans from the pain, her pussy feeling so stimulated.
Thrusting her tongue into your hole now, you gasp and arch your back, moaning louder as you place your free hand on the wall.
Gojo doesn’t let up for air, only curling her tongue and hitting your g-spot, your pants turning her on as your thighs hold her tighter.
“You’re so good to me.” You whine out, pouting, you felt as if you could cry from genuine happiness, but you didn't have it in you, your brain feeling mush as you feel her biceps flex under you. She has you in a grip, and each time you begin to ride her face, Gojo quickly reminds you that she has it under control.
Flickering her eyes up at you, she hums as she sees your face, your mouth open as you let out struggling breaths and incoherent words. Gojo fucks her tongue into you rough, enjoying the way you clench yourself around her.
“That’s it, baby, fuck, you taste so damn good.” Gojo groans and presses her face into your pussy more, not having enough of you.
“Gojo!” You cry out, your legs so close to giving out, your hand on her shoulder moves to her hair, gripping it now as you bop her mouth in and out of you. “You’re so beautiful, baby, I should have done this-” Cutting herself off as she lets you ride yourself on her tongue now, watching you closely.
“Please–please, I’m gonna cum!” You choke out, Gojo then moves her hands to your waist, the warmth of her going through your shirt, making you nervous again.
Gojo feels you slowly down, but she doesn’t. Her tongue moves up to your clit again, wrapping her lips around it as she sucks at your bud, you hold in your tears, struggling to express to tell her how good it feels, but she knows.
“Cum on me, pretty girl, it’s okay. I got you.” She whispers against your folds, her lips glistening from your arousal.
You look at her, so lost in a trance, you whine as Gojo shoves her tongue back into your cunt, beckoning you.
Your pussy grips her tongue, and as she gives you a final thrust, you moan loudly as your body twitches. Spilling out all over Gojo and the couch, you breathe heavily as you continue, drenching her face. She pulls back and smirks, then licks her lips as you push out a little more.
Your legs and hands let go of her body, as yours go limp.
Gojo wipes her face and chuckles as you stare at her with wide eyes, realizing what you did. “Oh.” You whisper, and Gojo laughs even more; her pride becomes bigger. Leaning down, she kisses your burning thighs slowly before looking up at you.
“You, okay?” She mumbles, and you nod, looking around, “Sorry for messing up everything.”
Gojo shrugs and smirks. “We haven’t tried the desk yet.”
You gasp and playfully shove her, your pussy still pulsing as you start to feel cold. Gojo rubs her hands up and down your waist, trying to keep your nerves at ease a little.
☆FEM!SUGURU GETO
𝒫icking up the cup of hot coffee carefully, you stand straight gradually. The bondage collar rig and leather wrist manacles are restricting you from making any actual movement. You walk down the hall, your heels clicking as you reach her office.
Shutting it behind you, Suguru looks up from her desk, pushing her thin black rectangular glasses up her nose bridge.
You come around the left side of the desk and place the coffee on the wooden coaster.
You then get on top of the edge of the counter, watching the way Suguru takes her red marker and circles through your incorrect spelling.
Her free hand comes up under your skirt, resting between the warmth of your thighs, her fingers close to touching your clothed pussy, but don’t.
Placing the marker down, she picks up her coffee and sips on it, humming as she looks at you. “Good girl, so you do know how to follow directions.” You smile and nod, and feel her hand move out from under your skirt.
Suguru brings her hand under the collar of the rig and gently tugs you closer, her lips brush over yours before pressing them on yours. Missing the softness as she drags her lips side to side on yours, opening her mouth a little, Suguru lets you slide your tongue in before pulling back.
You pout and look at her in confusion.
“Why’d you stop me?” You ask, Suguru looks down at your skirt, and brings both of her hands to it, pushing it up until it stuffs up together on your stomach, your panties now exposed.
“You don’t get rewards for half-assed work, you know this.” She tells you and looks up from her glasses that slide down her nose again.
Bringing one of her hands to her face, she pushes it back up and sighs, “Your two recent letters, full of grammatical errors, but of course you don’t care.” She goes on, pulling your underwear down and sliding them off your heels, letting them drop on the floor.
You gulp at her actions, feeling your pussy getting wet, as she rubs her warm hands up and down your thighs.
“Open your legs.” She mumbles, you widen them, and Suguru moves her hand to the handle of the drawer, opening it up. She grabs the key that's in there.
Shutting the drawer, she brings the key to the locks of the bondage rig and unlocks your left manacle first, then moves to the right before unlocking the collar. Taking the bondage rig off you, you sigh and turn your neck from left to right as you ease the stress a little.
Suguru places the bar on her table and scoots you in front of her now, her hands rest on your waist again, and she sighs once her eyes lock with yours.
“You have any shame?” She whispers, a part of her, asking herself the question rather than you. Her fingers go to the buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning one by one unhurriedly.
You nod and lick your bottom lip, “I’m sorry.” You whisper back and catch the smirk on her face, “No, you’re not.” She responds and opens the last button, your body exposed, and her eyes immediately land on your bra. Suguru licks her lip and brings her right hand to the strap of your bra, hooking her fingers underneath, she tugs it down.
You shiver again as your other strap falls by itself, your bra still cupping your breasts, until both of her hands come behind you and unhook your bra.
You let it slip off you as the cold air makes your nipple sting a little and harden. Suguru does not waste any time as you place your bra to the side. Pulling you closer, her right hand picks up your right boob and wraps her mouth around it.
Her tongue flicks up and down, making goosebumps rise on your skin as you squirm a little.
You lean your head back and sigh, “Mmh– right there.” You whimper, and Suguru bops her head up and down as she sucks your nipple.
The taste of your breast turns her on, moving her left hand to her pussy, she grinds herself against the cloth of her panties, and pants as she keeps sucking your bud. Whimpering and whining,
You bring your hand up to Suguru’s hair, itching her scalp. Suguru then moves her mouth to your left nipple and twirls her tongue around your nipple, mimicking it like it’s your clit.
Pulling back from your nipple, she pulls her left hand away from her crotch and sighs, frustrated more than ever, at herself than you.
You keep your legs open, your panties taunting her to suck your pussy through them.
Suguru shakes her head and groans, “You’re not gonna touch me?” You tilt your head and rest your hands on the counter, leaning back. Suguru looks you in the eyes and scoffs, “Told you.” She picks up her coffee and sips on it.
“You don’t get rewarded for half-ass work.” Suguru raises a brow, and you look at her, stunned.
Before you could speak, she placed her cup in her left hand and picked up the letters, placing them on your lap. “Look over these and give me new ones before the end of your shift.” She says sternly, you try and speak but she shakes her head as she keeps sipping on her coffee.
“Fine.” You stand and fix your skirt, picking up your bra, and you place it on. Grabbing your shirt, you place it on, staring at Suguru, who has a smug look on her face as she watches you button up.
Saying nothing, you grab the letters and walk out of her office, slamming the door behind you. Suguru laughs in her cup and imagines your pussy as she goes back to work.
☆BUTCH!SUKUNA RYOMEN
𝐿eaning forward over the desk, your hands planted on top, your eyes scan over your words. The letter that should have been sent out a day ago. “See all those incorrect words?” She voices.
You sniffle as the tears hit your lips, licking them up; the saltness lingers for a little while.
You nod and jerk forward as Sukuna lands her hand hard on your ass again, your skirt, panties, and tights on the ground. Your cheeks are sore from being smacked for the past two minutes now. You yelp and grip the side of the desk as Sukuna lands another blow, your cunt pulsing, waiting for more as your legs feel weak.
“Did you honestly think I would allow this behavior to go on?” Sukuna questions and keeps her hand resting on your ass as she looks at your back.
Sukuna glances at the mirror that is beside her office door, to the right of you both. Her sleeves rolled up, her muscles flexed as her left hand gripped the back of your neck to keep you still.
Raising her right hand, she smacks your right ass cheek hard before slapping your left cheek.
You moan and clench your pussy, leaning more into her desk to get away, but she doesn’t let you.
Her left forearm comes over your neck, pulling you up from the desk, your back hits her body, her breasts pressing into you as Sukuna’s face hides in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
“I need an answer, doll.”
You shiver and shake your head, “No.” You rasp, and Sukuna brings her right hand up to your chin, turning your face to look at yourself in the mirror.
Your lips open a little at the sight, your lips puffy, eyes red from your tears, your shirt open with just your bra on, and your legs on full display.
“Look at you, a filthy mess for me, and you still want more.” She laughs as she looks at you in the mirror.
Sukuna trails her right hand down to your clit and rubs her middle finger against it. You squirm and whine as she grips her bicep and forearm around your neck, keeping you somewhat still.
“This pretty pussy can’t handle a little attention, is that what this is?” Sukuna mocks, and you cry more, wanting her fingers to plunge inside you rather than tease.
“Please.” You cry out, and Sukuna’s lips brush against your cheek, caressing your skin a little.
Humming, she laughs in your ear, smirking as she starts to stare at herself in the mirror. Then, sitting down on her chair, she makes you sit on her lap, your body shivering and cold from her office.
“You’re so beautiful, baby, I should be saying I have the best secretary ever, but all you ever want is to dumb your mind.” She rambles, and as you try to shut your legs together to start grinding, Sukuna slaps the side of your thigh, forcing you to open back up.
“Why are you being so mean?” You pout, tears still falling, Sukuna brings her lips to your earlobe, nipping at it.
“Cause you deserve it, I can’t have my pretty girl think she can do whatever she wants without repercussions.” Slapping your pussy, you shiver and hitch your hips up. Sukuna’s tongue plays with your earlobe, making you moan.
Slapping your pussy one more time, your clit twitches, and you arch your back. “A-ah, S’too much! Sukuna, please!” Your cries, however, get swallowed up as she makes your head rest on her left shoulder, tilting you a little before pressing her lips on yours.
Sucking your tongue, you groan in the kiss and try to close your legs again, just for Sukuna to open them and thrust her fingers in your dripping cunt.
You moan in the kiss and begin grinding her middle and ring fingers, your walls tighten around her as your clit aches in pain.
Sukuna bites your bottom lip and pulls her fingers out of your pussy. You whine in the kiss as she pulls back to look at you again.
“At some point, you have to realize, you don’t run shit here.” She whispers before pushing her fingers into your hole, curling them, and sliding in and out as you're compelled to sit and take it.
It takes everything in you to behave, your body itching to ride her fingers again.
Sukuna moves her lips down your neck, kissing slowly and leaving a wet trail.
Sukuna stopped being gentle or what was gentle to her, thick fingers pounding into your soaking cunt relentlessly. Hitting your g-spot, you close your eyes and try to stay still, back arching just a little, but not enough for Sukuna to stop.
“Good girl, good girl. Fuck you’re taking me so well.” She purrs, moaning in your ear.
You swear you could cum from that sentence alone. Sukuna smirks and kisses your cheek. This whole thing is a joke to her.
She knows you’ll keep up a good act for a week, maybe less than that, until you’re doing something that warrants a punishment from her.
“Mmmh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” She questions and grinds her fingers into your pussy a bit faster, you nod and moan. “Feel so good.” You let out.
“I know, sweet girl, your pussy is sucking my fingers so good.” Sukuna moans in your ear again, and you give in, bucking your hips back and forth, already spilling cum.
Sukuna feels it drip down to her knuckles, not stopping as she lets you ride yourself out.
Your pleasure is her pleasure.
“Come on, baby, give me something to taste.” She pumps her fingers, your hole gaping as your legs shake.
You cry, your body feeling tense as you cum hard, your pussy feeling so sensitive.
Sukuna smiles at the sight, “There she is.” She mumbles and slides her fingers out of you; you’re a whimpering mess, the favorite look Sukuna has of you.
Tapping your clit, you squirm in her lap, and she chuckles, then brings her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking your cum.
“Missed this delicious pussy, but you know that already.” She muffles out, still licking you up.
You lie limp on her body, and her left hand rubs your stomach.
Sukuna wipes her fingers dry on her pants, leans her head against the chair, looking back in the mirror, she smirks as her eyes run down your tired body. Finding it so beautiful, you’re calmer now, mind cleared from any stress.
You thank Sukuna in your mind for this, finally getting some sort of relief after a hectic start to the week.
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shoko ieiri has been sitting across from you in her office for over an hour. she hasn’t graded a single paper in almost 15 minutes. her mind is entirely preoccupied with thoughts of you. just last week, she had you half naked on top of this very desk. it started as simply as you showing up at office hours. the second your question about the upcoming final left your lips, she knew you weren’t here for just that.
she had you splayed out on her dark wood desk. your miniskirt pooled on the floor, her hands gripping your hips as she grinds against you. left in only your polka dot panties, her lips mark every inch of your exposed skin.
shoko knows she should feel bad fantasizing about you like this, but she can’t help herself. her eyes flicker up to yours. focused on the work in front of you, paying her no mind, do you always look this beautiful in the shitty lighting of her office? “aren’t you supposed to be grading those?” you remark, your eyes not leaving your computer as you continue typing, almost unaffected. “consider me distracted,” shoko smiles, knowing she’s been caught.
your eyes finally meet hers, curiosity sparkling in your eyes before replying, “what possibly could have you so distracted?” you grin. shoko is leaning closer to you, eyes focused on your lips. her eyes are glassy, shimmering in the office lamplight. “thinking about how pretty you sounded spread over my desk,” shoko mumbles, lips brushing against yours before leaning down to kiss you. her lip gloss smears against your lips, and for her, there is no better feeling.
the serious and disciplined appearance that others know shoko as crumbles when she’s under you like this. she’s not an esteemed professor or an experienced doctor. she’s just shoko, all rough around the edges and desperate for your attention.“come here,” you mumble against your lips, hands shoving the stack of papers to the floor. she’s moving before your sentence is even complete.
your hands find her hair as your lips meet again. her hands slip onto your hips, lifting you onto the cold wood desk. she pulls away from your lips breathlessly before sinking to her knees in front of you. her shoulders are level with your hips, right where she belongs. shoko nuzzles into your thighs, kissing your warm skin. "you're my star student for a reason," she whispers against your thigh.
i literally didnt disappear for almost a month idk what ur talking about... god i love writing yuri <333
cw. nsfw shoko x fem! reader .✦ ݁˖ shoko has a thing for your high heels...
it’s late when you get home from a shopping day with your girlfriend shoko ieiri. the city lights shimmer against her darkened apartment. shoko is buzzing by the time the front door locks, entirely focused on her favorite purchase of the day.
she drags you to the bedroom, dumping the rest of your haul on the couch. a single white bag remains in her hands. you get settled on the bed while she waits, eyes never leaving your form. she slides the red box across the sheets to your side. "will you wear these for me, baby?” shoko asks, sinking to her knees in front of you. her lips immediately find your thighs, her kisses blocked by the black sheer fabric, held tight against your skin.
you smile, her devotion to you drips off every word. “i don’t even know if i’ll even be able to stand,” you confess. your freshly manicured nails run through her dark hair. “you don’t have to stand,” she replies. shoko waits for your nod to unpack the reflective black heels. your eyes watch her hands as they carefully unpackage each heel.
her hand grasps your ankle, placing a gentle kiss on your knee before sliding the heel on. the red sole makes her smile; shoko loves buying your nice things. sliding the other heel on, you move to lie on your stomach, heels pointed in the air. shoko leans back on her knees, taking in your form as the moonlight spreads across your skin.
“how do they look?” you ask, a knowing smile spreading across your face. “you look perfect.” she slinks towards the bed as you lean back on your elbows. the red sole of your shoe meets her forehead, keeping her in place. your legs are spread, and her eyes immediately focus on the dark patch on your lace panties.
she groans, a sound that almost makes you drag her closer. you almost can’t fight the smile that appears on your face. “want me to beg for it, you know i will.” she grins as her eyes meet yours. “beg.” you smile, eyes refusing to leave hers. she obeys.
“please— need to make you feel as good as you look, my angel,” she whispers, hand grasping your ankle. any stubbornness melts away at her seductive tone. you pull your heel away from her face. shoko’s mouth is on you before you can even blink. she leaves kisses up your legs, lipstick stains, and bites scattered across the skin.
you finally exhale when her hands reach your hips. she leans in, breathing softly over your lace panties. you squirm, she notices. “so sensitive already— i haven’t even touched you yet.” a grind of your hips against her face has her groaning into you again. before her fingers start to slide your panties down your legs. lying on her dark bed sheets, shoko has you at the perfect angle where she can see you in the mirror. sheet thigh-highs reflecting the glow of her lamp. the black heels curved against your foot. this was heaven.
i luv summertime idc if it's march still... little gf shoko drabble bc thats pookie princess always!! hope yall enjoy! requests always open
cw. shoko x fem! reader suggestive but no actual smut
summer nights with shoko are your favorite. humidity makes the air sticky, and time moves like molasses. sitting next to each other on the patio, your bodies molded together on the chair. you lose track of everything out there, focused only on each other. the sun is setting, a cozy glow illuminating the whole area, casting rays of light that shimmer against shoko’s face. her eyes are closed, nose scrunched in satisfaction as you run your fingers through her hair. she’s quiet, soft breaths against your thigh are the only proof she’s still awake.
you’re reading to her, one of your newfound favorite activities. shoko loves to hear you talk, and adores an excuse to rest her eyes as poetry leaves your pretty lips. you’re unsure if she’s actually listening to the story, but you continue to read anyway. the smell of her last cigarette still lingers in the air. it mixes with her peppery perfume so well, a scent that now brings you comfort.
this is the fifth summer you have spent with shoko, curled up on her patio while the ceiling fan provides only white noise in the background. you’ll never get tired of this: the heat that slows you down, and the time you spend alone together. you wipe your finger across her cheek, warm from the sun and her extra-large glass of wine. she opens her eyes, gazing up at you, starry-eyed.
you change with the seasons, as all things do, but your unwavering love for her never does. even when the ac broke, and shoko convinced you that she, as a lesbian, would obviously know how to fix it. you bickered about the logistics of that, and shoko spent an entire week trying to prove you wrong. one night, after several unsuccessful attempts, the window unit buzzes to life again. you spend the rest of your night between her thighs, reminding her just how thankful you are.
her favorite summer nights were spent in the pool. dark swimsuit clinging to her form as she corners you against the mosaic tile. arms caging you in as your hands find their home at her waist. mouths slotted against each other, the water doing almost nothing to cool you down. she loves peeling the wet fabric off your skin on the tanning chair, body spread out so perfectly for her. the moon twinkling above you provides just the right amount of light she needs.
shoko loves you most in the moonlight, the intimacy of nighttime. she tried to explain it to you once, something about lesbians and their deep connection to the moon. she would never admit it but nighttime is her favorite because she doesn’t have to share you with anyone. the air cools off temporarily, and you take the breeze as a sign to sit in her lap. one of her arms is secure against your waist as she plays with the strap of your bikini top.
shoko loves the summertime, especially when it’s spent with you.
ahhhh drunk in love is officially complete!! she's my baby and i love how much i've learned about myself as a writer working on this! thank you for reading ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
cw. suggestive but no actual smut
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the three strikes before apartment 1206’s intervention.
curled up in a big chair with kiyoomi, his big hand on your thigh as his other hand holds your jaw in place. the kiss is unhurried and dripping with passion. he feels himself losing any sense of self control as his hand sneaks up your thigh, pulling your pjama shorts away from your warm skin. you’re caught up in each other, completely unaware of the squeak of the patio door opening. hinata’s voice startles you, as kiyoomi peels himself away from you. "oh my god, this has to be public indecency, you freaks." he scoffs, closing the door as quickly as it opened.
the tension in the elevator is thick. kiyoomi’s hand rests firmly on your waist. he waits for the elevator door to chime before he turns to face you. “my pretty girl,” he whispers, your hands finding his belt loops to pull him even closer to you. the kiss is messy and hot, his hands wandering across your chest. you arch against his hand, desperately trying to get closer. you’re back rests against the elevator, far too invested in kiyoomi’s mouth to hear the chime of the elevator door opening.“oh my god you two genuinely disgust me.” atsumu exclaims. “hi tsumu” you smile as his face turns even deeper into a frown. “don’t start,” he sighs before dragging you both out of the elevator.
finding yourself home alone with kiyoomi for the first time in a week. he not so innocently suggests a move night in the living room. hurridly picking a film he really doesn’t care about. kiyoomi feigns innocence when your hand finds his thigh. ”hi, baby,” he says, eyes not leaving the TV, his leg tensing. “hi” you say, moving to straddle his lap. kiyoomi’s hands find their place on your hips. “you’re so distracting tonight, you know how much i love this shirt,” kiyoomi says, hands slipping under the silk fabric. too absorbed with each other to notice the front door clicking open. “oh my god, is nowhere sacred anymore?” bokuto shouts as you pull away from kiyoomi.
after the “living room incident,” your roommates decide to stage an intervention. hinata directs you both to the couch, sitting next to kiyoomi, thigh touching his. atsumu sighs before he speaks, " you guys have got to stop fucking places outside your room." kiyoomi frowns as your hands move to hide your face. "sorry, i find my girlfriend desirable," he replies as a wave of faux frustration rolls across the room.
sakusa drags you down the hall to your room, atsumu grinning when you turn back to look at him. all according to plan, of course. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you about this, sucks that atsumu beat me to it,” he confesses. “what do you mean?” you question. “i think we should have our own apartment, i’d love to not have to rotate back and forth between our rooms.” you’re beaming, leaning in to press kisses all over his face before he can even finish his sentence. “oh my god kiyo— i would love to have our own place.” you pull away to whisper against his lips. kiyoomi kisses you with that passion he reserves just for you, full of hope for the future you’re going to build together.