#ieri shoko

[makesyouevil]

year one

[bornfreakdraws]

Jujutsu Kaisen but Gege took the yuri pill

[mljdao]

[lilithkleia]

sometimes you just need to collapse on a pretty girl!

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing sapphic content but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[ryoride]

cw : oral f. rec, fingering, mentions of strap-on use, lesbian shoko, explicit smut, female whimpering, squirting, pet names, not proofread. art : verazpberry.

ⓘ Featuring pornstar!shoko is even sexier off tape !

pornstar!shoko who started her career in college. Her roommate & a few other sorority girls thought making an amateur together porno would make them all famous.

While that wasn't the case for every girl featured in the film, it did end up going viral enough that an agency reached out to scout a few of them, including Shoko.

pornstar!shoko had one of her first professional videos go viral across every post, where she'd been given a strap-on to wear & was told to act "Mean" to her co-star, & the obviously real pleasure they both felt made the video all the times better.

pornstar!shoko quickly made a name for herself as one of the fastest-growing lesbian pornstars within her agency & even made friends with most of her frequent co-stars, and some of the male stars she'd met.

pornstar!shoko eventually became close friends with pornstar!satoru, who encouraged her to not give up on dating after one of her ex-girlfriends dumped her for not being the same as in her films.

He'd been in the industry longer than she had & told her everyone's had their fair share of experiences with a partner being insecure over their jobs. But that he'd seen some of truly beautiful relationships, so don't give up over one bad apple.

pornstar!shoko was wary when pornstar!satoru offered to set her up on a date with one of his longtime friends, until after he assured her that you'd met many of their coworkers & never brought up their line of work.

pornstar!shoko finally gave in after a few weeks of her friend almost begging her to go on a date with you, swearing up and down he could just tell you'd get along, and if you ended up not hitting it off she could beat his ass.

pornstar!shoko was semi-excited, semi-sick to her stomach, waiting for you to show up to the blind date, & was impatiently stirring her drink when you walked into the restaurant, apologizing profusely.

pornstar!shoko was in absolute awe watching you take your seat across from her & ended up spending most of the date listening to you talk & joking around while drinking & eating the night away.

You & she got along perfectly, and as much as she hated to admit pornstar!satoru was absolutely right for wanting to set you up.

pornstar!shoko didn't want the date to end; she actively prayed you'd never finish your beer just so she could keep listening to your voice—but alas, the date did end, & as you were putting back on your coat, she did something she'd never expected.

She invited you over to spend the night at her apartment & was elated when you agreed.

pornstar!shoko hated feeling awkward throughout the date & was just happy to be home, ushering you into the cushy apartment & quickly showing you around.

She was a star for fucks sake; she was so good at making other girls feel good, that they'd pout about scenes being over at the end of shoot days—acting so nervous over someone was not the norm.

pornstar!shoko almost melted into you when you pulled her onto your lap on the couch & started kissing her, before steadying herself and kissing down your neck as your fingers worked at getting your jeans off.

pornstar!shoko relaxed at the sight of your lipstick smeared & even giggled for a second before pressing another kiss to your lips & guided you to lay down on the couch.

pornstar!shoko was between your thighs, pulling your ankles over her shoulders within minutes, sucking sweetly on your clit & keeping her eyes trained on you while listening to each soft moan of her name she drew from your lips.

pornstar!shoko quickly pulled one hand down to tease your aching hole, spreading your slick slowly before finally slipping one of her fingers in—pumping slowly as your back arched off the couch.

pornstar!shoko quickly added a second & curled them once your thighs began shaking against her cheekbones, pulling back to tease you for being so close, so soon—but shut up & went back to eating like a good girl when you pulled her hair and whined out as breathy "Please!"

pornstar!shoko swirled her tongue teasingly slowly around your clit as your whines grew more desperate, until finally you finished against her tongue and fingers, lulling her cheek against your thigh as she wiped off her chin.

pornstar!shoko blushed as you played with her hair, trying to catch your breath before giggling softly, telling her you two "Need to have a second date for sure."

pornstar!shoko helped you get cleaned up in her shower before you both ended up in a tangled pile of limbs in her bed, whispering, kissing, doing anything but falling asleep.

[neotoru]

‧₊ ˚⊹ shoko’s so wet for you 18+

you truly think you must have done something extraordinary in your past life to deserve a girlfriend like shoko in this one. you've somehow managed to reduce her to a whimpering mess on top of you, stripped down to wearing nothing but one of your t-shirts, while your fingers glide through her dripping folds. 

you’re leaned back in her bed as she sits on your lap, legs spread wide for you, thighs twitching with every stroke of your fingers. her pussy is glistening with her sticky sweet arousal; drooling so much that she’s leaking onto your pyjama shorts. 

“so wet for me,” you croon, eyes raking over her figure. her top is pushed up above the curve of her breasts, nipples hardened underneath the electrifying chill of the air. long chestnut locks of hair cascade down her shoulders, some slightly matted to the top of her forehead with sweat. 

“please,” she whines, hips bucking forward into your touch. “more, please.” 

“my needy girl,” you tease, drawing more whines of your name from her pretty lips. 

but who are you to deny your beautiful girl an orgasm? you swirl your fingers against her, spreading her folds apart with your free hand to reveal her throbbing clit. she moans at the sensation of you gently brushing her sensitive bud. her head is tilted forward—you can see her eyes screwed shut, her mouth hanging slightly open to account for the influx of shaky pants. 

a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin, which is flushed pink. and when you push a finger into her sopping hole, her velvety walls suck you in, fluttering around you. you sigh in gratification as her hands tighten their grasp on your lower legs. 

shoko desperately grinds her hips into your hand, helpless pleas slipping out from her. “another one—mmh—please, baby.” 

you plunge another finger in deeper, curling the two of them upwards until the pads of your fingertips find the rough spot within her.

“fuuuuck,” shoko mewls, bottom lip catching between her teeth. 

you continue to slowly pump your fingers in and out, her wetness pooling in the palm of your hand. meanwhile, your other hand never lets up on her clit, thumb pressing into it relentlessly until she’s writhing on top of you. 

“f-faster, ngh, please,” she whimpers. her thighs are quivering, now. “gonna cum—”

“go on, then,” you smile, the task of getting her off more satisfying than any other act you could indulge yourself in. “cum for me, pretty.”

and she does, thighs clamping around your arms as she throws her head back in bliss, warm liquid oozing down your hands. her whole body shakes as she cries out, your name repeated like a mantra on her lips. when her body goes limp and she collapses atop your chest in a heap, you carefully remove your fingers from her and bring them to your mouth.

you gently suck at them, licking them clean. 

“you’re disgusting,” shoko jests, looking at you through a half-lidded gaze, eyes glassy with affection. 

“i can't help it,” you smirk, slinging one arm over her back. “you just taste so good.”

masterlist

note been meaning to write for my wife for aaages, here she is <33

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[moviecritc]

older gf!shoko ieiri discovers your breeding kink ╱ mdni, mommy kink, strap usage, breeding kink, sub!reader and dom!shoko ˚.✦

You are too high on her tits, laying in her lap as she feeds them to you, letting you suck on her nipples and leave marks on them as she plays with your pussy. You’re the one naked, whining and whimpering every time she rubs your clit with enough pleasure, but what’s making you really wet are her tits. Her plump and fatty breasts filling your mouth, you try to get as much fat as you can on your mouth, even gagging with them. Your free hand massages the one that isn’t on your mouth, her nipple hardening as you twist it. 

Your thoughts go slow in your mind, not really thinking about anything except her, her tits and her fingers. You wish you could suck something out of her tits, the idea of her feeding you milk making you clench. Shoko notices how you moan and clench loudly because of your own thoughts. 

“I hope you’re thinking about me, pretty baby,” she laughs, using her free hand to twirl one of your curls in her finger. 

“Mmph!” you nod, freeing her nipple with a wet pop. You roll your hips, following the length of her fingers and she obliges, pushing them deeper inside of you. Your mind goes blank, you were too lost on her boobs to think about your own needs. “I wish, hah… I wish I could make you a real mommy.”

Her fingers stop, making you gasp and realize what you’ve said. It’s true that you usually call your hot, older girlfriend mommy, it makes your stomach flutter and you know how much Shoko likes it. But you weren’t meant to say that! You always kept those thoughts to yourself, now you’re gonna make her feel weird and definitely uncomfortable. 

“Oh yeah?” Shoko says, pressing her thumb on your clit. “Is that what you’d like to do to me? Breed me good?”

You gasp again, bringing your hands to your mouth and covering your face with shame as you shake your face fast. “N-no!”

“Aww, don’t hide from me, baby,” she coos, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “My shy little girl’s been thinking about breeding me this whole time?”

You shake your head again, but it’s weak, a pathetic little whimper slips out instead. “I-I didn’t mean to!”

“Yes you did.” She leans down and kisses your forehead, then your warm cheek, all while her fingers curl inside you just right. “It’s okay. I love knowing what gets you this soaked. Feel how tight you got just saying it?”

You can’t even answer. Your face is buried against the soft, heavy swell of her breast again, lips latching onto her nipple like it’ll save you from the embarrassment. You suck harder, tongue swirling, trying to lose yourself in the taste of her skin and the weight of her tit filling your mouth. Shoko moans softly, threading her fingers through your curls and tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle.

After a minute she eases you back, cupping your jaw so you have to look at her. “Look at mommy.” Her smile is warm but teasing. “You want to put a baby in me so bad, don’t you? Fill me up until I’m all round and leaking?”

The words hit you straight between the legs, you clench around her fingers so hard she laughs.

“Thought so.” She pulls her hand free, ignoring your disappointed whine and licks her fingers clean while you watch. “That’s why we’re going to fix it, pretty girl.”

Shoko shifts you gently off her lap and reaches for her laptop on the nightstand, she props it up on her thighs, opens it, and starts typing while you lie there naked and trembling, trying to cover yourself with your arms. 

“Come here,” she says, patting the spot beside her. When you hesitate, all shy and curled up, she grabs your wrist and tugs you close until your head is resting on her shoulder. “We’re buying a strap together. Something nice and thick so you can fuck me like you mean it.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Sho!”

“Pick one,” she whispers, turning the screen toward you. The page is already loaded—some discreet, high-end toy site with rows of realistic straps in different sizes, colors and shapes. She scrolls slowly, letting you see every detail. “I want the one my sweet girl thinks will breed me the best. Go on, baby, choose.”

You stare at the screen, face flaming. The thought of actually clicking on one, imagining it strapped to your hips, sliding into her while you whimper and rut against her like some desperate thing… it’s too much! Your fingers hover uselessly over the trackpad, too embarrassed to move. Shoko notices immediately, enjoying your embarrassment a little too much. “Too shy to pick the cock that’s gonna knock me up?”

You nod before you can stop yourself, hiding your face in her neck, she smells so good it makes your head spin.

“Poor baby,” she teases, kissing the top of your head while her free hand slides down to cup your pussy again, fingers gliding through how embarrassingly wet you are. “I’ll help you then. But you’re still gonna tell me which one you want. Because once it gets here… you’re using it on mommy until I can’t walk straight. Understand?”

You whimper against her skin, thighs pressing together around her hand, already imagining it. “Y-yeah,” you answer. 

The package arrives two days later and you spend the whole afternoon anxious, cheeks warm every time you glance at the plain box on the bed. Shoko waits until evening, she opens it with a calm little smile, pulling out the thick, realistic strap you finally chose together and it looks even bigger in real life.

“Come here, baby,” she says softly, patting the edge of the bed. You stand there naked and fidgety while she helps you step into the harness. Her hands are gentle, adjusting the straps around your hips, tightening them until the base of the dildo presses snug against your clit, every little brush of her fingers makes you twitch.

“Does it feel okay?” she asks, looking up at you with those pretty eyes. You nod too fast, already embarrassed by how the weight of it hangs between your legs. It feels strange but good, especially when she gives the shaft a slow stroke with her hand like she’s checking it. “Good. Now get on top of me.”

Your heart hammers as you climb over her, Shoko lies back against the pillows, completely naked, legs spread just for you. She looks so soft and inviting, her tits full and her pussy already glistening. You’ve never been on top like this before, never been the one doing the fucking. Your thighs shake as you settle between her legs, the strap bumping against her thigh.

“Shoko… I don’t know if I—” you start, voice all small and whiny.

“You do,” she murmurs, reaching down to guide the tip of the strap to her entrance. She rubs it up and down her slick folds, coating it and the sight alone makes you whimper. “Just push in slow, pretty girl. Mommy’s right here.”

The head slips inside her and she sighs, but you freeze after just an inch, overwhelmed by the view, by how tight she feels around it, by the way the base rubs your clit with every tiny movement. A pathetic little sound escapes your throat.

“Deeper, baby. You can do it.” Her hands slide to your hips, pulling you forward gently but firmly. Inch by inch you sink into her until your hips meet hers. Shoko moans softly, her back arching a little. “That’s it… feel how full I am? You’re stretching mommy so good.”

You bury your face in her neck, hips trembling as you try not to move too fast. Everything feels too intense. The harness digs into your skin, your clit throbs against the base and Shoko’s warm, wet heat squeezes around the strap like she really is taking you.

“Move your hips, sweetheart,” she coos, one hand stroking your back while the other tangles in your curls. “Nice and deep, like you want to breed me. Come on… tell me, do you like how it feels inside me?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, starting to rock into her in shallow thrusts. The motion makes the base grind against your clit and you moan against her skin, embarrassed by how loud you sound. “It’s… it’s like I can feel your warmth, f-fuck Shoko!”

“Shh, just fuck me, baby.” She lifts her hips to meet you, guiding your rhythm until you find a steady pace. Every thrust makes wet sounds that fill the room and turn you even redder. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to put a baby in mommy’s belly. Say it.”

You whine, hips stuttering. “I… I did. I do. Want to fill you up s-so bad.”

Her breath catches when you push deeper and she rewards you by wrapping her legs around your waist. “Louder, pretty girl. Tell me how much you want to knock me up while you’re inside me.”

The words spill out between shaky moans as you start thrusting harder, losing yourself in the feeling. “I want to breed you mmph! Want to cum so deep you get pregnant… please, mommy!”

Shoko gasps, nails digging into your back as she pulls you closer. “Good girl, ah! Keep going just like that. Don’t stop until you’ve given mommy every drop.”

You’re a whiny and flushed mess on top of her, hips snapping forward again and again, chasing that perfect pressure on your clit while she moans and praises you the whole time. Every time you slow down from embarrassment she coaxes you right back with soft words and guiding hands, making sure you fuck her exactly how you’ve always secretly dreamed.

a/n: this has been sitting on my drafts for a long time and oh my god i think it turned out greatt

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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

fuck, you're so done.

so absolutely, completely done with sukuna's bullshit that you can barely see straight through the haze of cheap tequila and the brain freeze clawing at your skull from the way you're shoving spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth like it's a fucking lifeline.

you slump against shoko's shoulder on her shitty dorm room floor, surrounded by empty bottles and the sticky residue of melted chocolate chip, and you just let it all pour out of you.

every petty grievance, every time he brushed you off for a video game or looked at some other girl a second too long, every time he made you feel small and stupid for wanting even a crumb of his attention.

you're crying, maybe. there's wetness on your cheeks, but it could just be the ice cream melting or the condensation from the bottle you're still clutching.

it doesn't matter.

what matters is the way shoko's fingers card through your hair, slow and soothing, her dark eyes soft and so, so patient.

"he's such an asshole," you slur, nuzzling deeper into the crook of her neck.

she smells like cigarettes and vanilla lotion, and it's the most grounding thing in the world right now. "i hate him. i fucking hate him so much, sho. why do i let him do this to me?"

she doesn't answer with words.

instead, she tilts your chin up, her thumb brushing away a tear, and then her lips are on yours.

it's familiar, this thing you two have. it's comfort and release and a way to say everything you can't put into words.

you melt into her instantly, a desperate little sound tearing from your throat as you part your lips for her and taste tequila and mint and the faint sweetness of your shared ice cream.

it makes your head spin even more, but in the best way. your hands come up to fist in the fabric of her crop top, holding her close, and you're already whining into her mouth.

you can feel the cold of the ice cream carton against your hip where it's tipped over, but you don't care. nothing matters except the way her tongue slides against yours, the way her fingers tighten in your hair, the way she pulls you closer until you're practically in her lap.

you're so drunk.

so fucking drunk that the room is starting to tilt and your thoughts are getting all fuzzy around the edges, but your body knows exactly what it needs.

you start rocking your hips, grinding your aching, desperate cunt against the firm muscle of her thigh. your jeans are too tight, the seam pressing right against your clit as you rut against her like an animal in heat, mouth still locked on hers, muffling your own pathetic little moans.

you can feel the damp spot growing at the crotch of your pants, can feel how slick and swollen you are just from kissing her, and it's pathetic and needy and you don't give a single fuck.

"shoko," you gasp, breaking the kiss to tilt your head back, baring your throat to her like you're offering it up. "shoko, please, i need—i need more. i need to feel good. make me feel good, please, i'm so—i'm so—"

"shh, i know, baby." her voice is a low, soothing hum against your ear, and you feel her hand slide down your back, over the curve of your ass. "i know you need to let go. i'm gonna take care of you, okay? you trust me, don't you?"

you nod frantically, tears still leaking from your eyes as you look up at her with all the pathetic, desperate devotion you can muster. "yes, yes, i trust you. i trust you so much, sho. please."

she smiles, that lazy, knowing smile that always makes your stomach flip, and then she's pulling out her phone. you can barely focus on what she's saying, just catch fragments of her voice—

"hey, get your asses over here,"

"she's a mess,"

"no, a good mess, just bring yourselves"

—and then she tosses the phone aside and pulls you back into another kiss that robs you of every coherent thought.

they must not live far, or maybe you're just that lost in the haze of alcohol and shoko's touch, because it feels like only minutes later that the door to her dorm swings open.

you're so far gone that you barely register the two tall figures that step inside, too busy licking into shoko's mouth and grinding against her thigh like a bitch in heat. it isn't until you hear a low, rough laugh that you even realize anyone else is there.

"fuck, shoko. you didn't say she was already this far gone."

that's geto. you know his voice, deep and smoky from too many cigarettes.

you pull your mouth away from shoko's with a wet, obscene sound, blinking up at him and the flash of white hair beside him.

gojo's grinning like he just found the best toy at the party, his sunglasses shoved back into his hair, ice-blue eyes sweeping over your disheveled state with obvious interest.

geto is already lighting a cigarette, the flare of the lighter illuminating the sharp angles of his face, and he looks at you the way he looks at everything—like he's already figured out exactly how he's going to take you apart.

"aw, suku's girl is all sad," gojo coos, stepping closer and crouching down to your level. his voice is a mocking singsong, but his eyes are hungry. "what's wrong, sweetheart? did he make you cry? that's no fun."

you want to tell him to fuck off, but your brain is soup and shoko's hand has slid around to palm your breast through your shirt, and all that comes out of your mouth is a garbled little whimper.

you feel hot and dizzy and so fucking empty, like there's a void inside you that needs to be filled with something, anything.

your hips keep moving against shoko's thigh, chasing friction that's not nearly enough.

"look at her," geto says, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he watches you. his voice is flat, but there's a heat underneath it that makes your thighs clench. "she's so drunk she can barely think. perfect."

shoko clicks her tongue, still stroking your hair, still smiling that little smile. "i told you. she needs to be taken care of. and i'm nice enough to let you boys in on the fun, so don't make me regret it."

"never." gojo's grin widens, and he's already reaching for the button of your jeans. his fingers brush against your hip, and you jolt like you've been shocked. "c'mon, sweet thing. let's get these off you. you're all wet, aren't you? i can smell you from here."

and god, you should say no.

you should push him away and stumble to your feet and call sukuna and scream at him until your voice gives out. but your body has already made the decision for you.

your hips lift off shoko's thigh, a silent, desperate permission, and gojo practically purrs as he yanks your jeans and soaked panties down your legs in one swift motion. the cool air of the room hits your bare, glistening cunt, and you shiver, a needy little sound falling from your lips.

"fuck, she's dripping," gojo breathes, and there's no mockery in his voice now, just raw hunger. "shoko, you've been holding out on us."

"shut up and use your mouth for something useful, satoru."

that's all the encouragement he needs.

he's on his knees between your spread legs before you can blink, big hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. and then his mouth is on you—hot, wet, insistent—and you're gone.

your head falls back against shoko's shoulder as gojo's tongue drags through your folds, from your dripping entrance up to your swollen clit, and the sound you make is nothing short of pathetic.

it's too much, it's not enough, it's everything all at once.

your hands fly down to tangle in his soft white hair, and you buck against his face like it's the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

"that's it, baby," shoko murmurs in your ear, her hand sliding up your shirt to palm your bare breast, her thumb flicking over your hardening nipple. "let him make you feel good. you deserve it. you've been so stressed, so upset. just let go."

you're crying again.

you can feel the tears streaming down your temples, mixing with the sweat already beading on your skin. it's too much. the way gojo's tongue is circling your clit, the way shoko's fingers are twisting and pulling at your nipple, the way you can feel geto's eyes on you as he smokes his cigarette, watching you fall apart with that unreadable expression.

you feel so wanted.

"more," you whimper, the word barely a whisper. "more, please, i need—i need to be filled, please—"

gojo pulls back with a wet sound, his chin glistening with your slick. he's grinning, but it's not the cocky grin from before. it's dark, predatory. "you hear that, suguru? she wants to be filled."

geto takes one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the floor, not even bothering to look for an ashtray. he's already unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink making your stomach flip with anticipation and fear. "then let's fill her."

what happens next is a blur of limbs and heat and the wet sounds of bodies coming together.

you're stripped bare in seconds, your shirt torn off so carelessly that a button pings off the wall.

gojo is shucking his jeans, and his cock springs free—long, thick, curved slightly upward, with a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.

geto's is just as intimidating, but darker, more veined, and the sight of them both, hard and ready for you, makes your mouth go dry even as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"you know the drill, don't you?" geto asks, his voice low and rough. he's positioned behind you, his chest against your back, his breath hot against your ear.

shoko has shifted so you're lying on your back, your head pillowed on a stack of her pillows, your legs spread wide.

gojo kneels between them, his cock pressed against your slick folds, teasing you. "you're gonna take us both. you're gonna be our pretty little cocksleeve until you can't remember your own name. think you can handle that, slut?"

the name should sting, but it doesn't. it sends a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you nod frantically, babbling out a string of "yes, yes, please, fuck me, please—"

gojo doesn't need to be told twice. he pushes in, all at once, and the stretch steals the air from your lungs.

he's so fucking big, and your walls flutter and clench around him, trying to accommodate the sudden fullness. your hands fly up to claw at his shoulders, and he hisses, a sharp, pleased sound.

"fuck, she's so tight. gonna be so good, huh? gonna milk my cock so good."

he starts moving, slow, deep strokes that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back. but then geto's hand wraps around your hip, stilling you, and his voice cuts through the fog.

"not yet. i'm not in yet."

you hear the click of a cap, feel the cool slick of lube being spread over your other, untouched hole.

you whimper, a broken, scared sound, because you've never—you've never done this before. but the fear is tangled up with so much arousal that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

shoko leans over you, her face swimming into view, and she presses a soft, reassuring kiss to your forehead.

"you can do it, baby. you're so strong. just breathe for me."

and then geto is pushing in, and the sensation is so overwhelming, so utterly foreign, that you scream.

it's not pain, not exactly—it's too much, too much fullness, too much stretch, your body struggling to accept two thick cocks filling you from both ends. you're pinned between them, impaled, helpless, and the tears are streaming down your face as you sob.

"there we go," geto grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he sinks deeper. "taking it so well. such a good little cocksleeve."

gojo starts moving again, a slow, deliberate grind that makes you gasp, and geto follows his rhythm. they find a pace together, one sliding in as the other pulls out, a perfect, punishing rotation that leaves no part of you empty.

the room fills with the sounds of your wet, obscene flesh slapping together, with gojo's low groans and geto's harsh breaths and your own continuous, broken litany of moans and pleas.

"please—fuck—so full, too much, can't—"

"you can," shoko says, and her voice is the only steady thing in the chaos. she shifts until she's straddling your face, her bare cunt hovering just above your lips. "you can take it. and you're gonna make me feel good too, aren't you? you're gonna eat my pussy while they fuck yours. because you're my good girl, right?"

you don't have the words to answer.

you just lift your head, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe up her slit, tasting her, wanting her. she groans, a low, throaty sound, and settles her weight down on your face.

you bury yourself in her, your tongue finding her clit, lapping at her desperately as gojo's cock pounds into you from below and geto's fucks your ass from behind. the angles are perfect, shoko's taste flooding your senses, her moans your only compass.

gojo's hands find your tits, and he immediately starts groping, squeezing, pinching. he brings one to his mouth and sucks the entire nipple inside, swirling his tongue until you're arching your back, a muffled scream escaping into shoko's cunt.

he switches to the other, giving it the same treatment, leaving them both swollen, aching, and glistening with his spit.

"fuck, your tits are perfect," he mutters, his voice muffled against your chest. "wanna live here forever."

geto spanks you.

hard.

the crack of his palm against your ass makes you jolt, and you moan against shoko's pussy as the sting blooms across your skin. he does it again, and again, until your ass is red and smarting and you're sobbing into shoko's folds with a mixture of pain and pleasure that's driving you insane.

"color?" geto asks, his voice gruff.

"green," you gasp against shoko's clit. "so green, please don't stop, please—"

they don't stop.

you lose track of time.

you lose track of everything except the rhythm, the heat, the fullness. you eat shoko's pussy like you've been starving for it, your tongue fucking into her entrance before flicking up to circle her clit, drawing desperate gasps from her lips.

every few minutes, you feel one of them stop, and you open your eyes to see geto and shoko exchanging a cigarette, taking slow, lazy puffs in between the frantic, animalistic fucking. the smoke curls in the air, mingling with the scent of sex and sweat, and it's the most decadent, depraved thing you've ever seen.

you're a mess.

your hair is plastered to your forehead, your thighs are slick with your own juices and their precum, and you can feel the first orgasm building in your gut, a coil of heat that's about to snap. you can feel them picking up the pace, both of them, hammering into you with a desperation that matches your own.

"gonna come," geto growls, his hips stuttering. "gonna fill this tight little ass up."

"me too," gojo breathes, his pace becoming erratic. "gonna pump you full, sweetheart. gonna make you so full of our cum."

and then your phone rings.

it's your designated ringtone for sukuna, and the sound cuts through the haze like a knife.

you try to ignore it, try to focus on the feeling of their cocks slamming into you, on the taste of shoko on your tongue, but it keeps ringing, shrill and insistent.

geto reaches out, his long arm stretching to grab your phone from where it's fallen on the floor. he looks at the screen, and a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face.

"well, well. speak of the devil."

he answers the call and puts it on speaker.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" sukuna's voice crackles through the speaker, angry, accusatory. "you thought you could just ignore me? i've been calling you for an hour, you stupid—"

gojo leans into the phone, his voice muffled because his mouth is still buried between your tits, sucking a deep, dark bruise into the soft flesh. "hey, suku. she's a little busy right now."

there's a beat of silence. "who the fuck is this?"

"it's satoru. and suguru. and shoko." gojo punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust that makes you cry out, the sound high-pitched and wanton and unmistakable. "your girl's being a real good little cocksleeve for us. you should hear the sounds she makes."

shoko leans in too, her voice lazy, unconcerned. "hi, kuna. sorry, she's kind of… occupied. can you call back later?"

and you, you can't stop. you can't stop moaning, can't stop the slutty, wanton sounds that keep pouring from your lips with every thrust. "fuck—fuck—please—gonna come—please let me come—i'm so close—"

you hear sukuna's sharp intake of breath, hear the rage and disbelief warring in his voice. "you're fucking kidding me. you're fucking—"

but you can't hear the rest, because the orgasm hits you like a freight train.

it crashes over you, rips through you, and you're screaming into shoko's pussy, your body arching off the floor as gojo and geto follow you over the edge, filling you with hot, pulsing spurts of cum. it drips from your overwhelmed holes, mixes with your own juices, puddles beneath you on the floor.

gojo's phone drops from geto's hand, clattering to the ground as they both collapse on top of you, panting, sweaty, wrecked.

the call is still connected, but no one's talking. just your heavy breathing, your broken sobs, the wet sound of their cocks pulling out of your spent, aching holes.

shoko leans down and presses a soft, tender kiss to your forehead, her voice a whisper of honey and praise.

"you did so good, baby. you're such a good girl. you deserve so much better."

and you lie there, trembling, crying, full, and you can't bring yourself to care that sukuna is still on the line, still listening. because you feel so fucking good. so used, so wanted, so perfect. you feel something that sukuna has never made you feel. not once, not ever.

well, one thing is clear. three people clearly fuck you waaaayyyy better than one.

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