#utahime iori

[romiiarts]

mwah

[tootsuro]

you wake up with a skull-splitting hangover and a phone that won’t stop vibrating against your palm.

you groan, eyes still closed, fumbling until you manage to answer.

“—oh thank god you’re alive,” utahime blurts the second the call connects. “where the hell are you? you vanished last night and you haven’t answered your phone once. do you have any idea how worried—”

“utahime,” you mumble, voice rough, tongue thick. “slow down. please. I’m alive. I think.”

you crack one eye open, bracing yourself for the familiar sight of your dorm ceiling. you must’ve blacked out and gone home on autopilot. again.

it wouldn’t be the first time you ditched a party early, curled into your own bed, and slept it off.

except… this isn’t your room.

you push yourself up slightly, the movement sending your head spinning. navy-blue sheets wrinkle beneath your palms. it was definitely not yours. your breath catches as your gaze lands on a broad back in front of you.

his white hair spills messily over a pillow. he groans when you shift, arm instinctively tightening around the space you’d been occupying.

your stomach drops.

then there’s movement on your other side. a quiet, low sound—half sigh, half groan. you turn your head slowly, dread pooling in your chest when you find long black hair fanned across the same navy sheets. geto’s face is peaceful in sleep, lashes resting against his cheeks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

utahime is still talking, her voice fading into static as realization hits you all at once.

you’re not just in a bed.

you’re in their bed.

“utahime,” you whisper, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers. after long pause from you, she urged another "what is it?" obviously curious of what you had to say.

“I think I fucked up last night.”

a/n: may or may not continue writing this

update: here is the continuation! mdni

[bornfreakdraws]

Jujutsu Kaisen but Gege took the yuri pill

[hestiayoon]

did your high school sweetheart nerd!gojo turned frat!gojo really bet on you? ⎚-⎚

(go read part 1 if you haven't!)

[email protected]

RE. REQUEST FOR MY HIGH SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND TO UNBLOCK ME ON ALL PLATFORMS

Good day, sweets!

This is Gojo Satoru, a.k.a. the guy who accidentally messed up with you AGAIN! (≧▽≦) Baby I know it's not funny im sorry for joking... I just miss u alot!

I already told u ure NOT a bet! its that bum naoya's fault he was just going on abt how "strong alpha males" like me shouldnt stoop down back to their exes. and I do NOT believe a word that jackass says, I promise.

i know u set boundaries, i was so happy we were friends. im really sorry for messing it all up, i really am. please message me again. its midterms and i cant empower the nerd in me bcoz im always thinkin bout u.

with so much love for u ft. regret for being an ass,

Gojo Satoru ૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა

"this dickhead," you mutter under your breath after reading satoru's nth attempt to contact you again. through email, nonetheless.

clicking out of his email, you scroll through your way more important ones. responding to professors, groupmates, and some job opportunities along the way.

but you can't help but click back onto satoru's.

you re-read it again, taking in every stupid word that he typed. and your heart slightly aches while thinking about his expression or thoughts during the past week after the incident in your dorm.

wait— why should you care again? snap out of it, bitch.

but as if your inner conscience could perform mitosis and fight each other, your mind drifts off to that afternoon where he came over, right after getting the call from utahime. after giving him his rightfully deserved slap, he snaps! the audacity.

"hey! what was that for?!" he says loudly, rubbing his reddened cheek with teary eyes. what a wimp.

"for fucking playing me, that's what!" you exclaim back, winding your palm for a second round. satoru covers his face in defense, feeling as dumb as ever, "i- i don't know what you're talking about..." he says in his pouty tone, giving his eyes access to look at you in between his fingers.

"someone tells me you placed a bet on me, satoru." you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. "and you really have the guts to show up here? after doing that bullshit?" you seethe pulling one of his hands down by his wrist.

he looks at you with a deep yet cute frown, and that's when you notice his glasses. oh fuck, he looks 2 years younger all of a sudden. your heart can't help but flutter.

you maintain your composure, however, "care to explain?" you cock your head, chasing his eyes, "not that i'll believe it though."

satoru scratches the back of his head, trying to process everything you've accused him of. he does recall making some remarks about you the night he saw you again, maybe even laughing about it with his frat brothers. but it was all blurry to satoru.

you take this silence differently, however. seeing it as a sign of his guilt that yes, he did play you, and yes, this wasn't your satoru anymore. it makes your tongue have a bitter taste; you feel as if you're taken back to the day you found out gojo satoru blocked you. "don't even bother contacting me again, have a taste of your own medicine, asshole." you speak— but your tone wasn't the harsh, angry kind anymore— no, you sounded so hurt. you thought things would go back to the way it was before college, when you agreed to be friends with satoru again, but it turns out you were completely wrong.

shutting the door in his face, satoru attempts to reach out for you again, but to no avail. he doesn't knock again, but it took him an exact time of 6 hours and 7 minutes before he messaged you.

blocked.

instagram, maybe?

blocked.

maybe you use twitter? he deep searches and finds you.

blocked.

fucking facebook...

blocked.

through the portal of your school website?

he's fucking blocked on there too. so much for sister campuses.

now he's on your email, not to mention, your school email too after you blocked him on his regular yahoo.

as much as you're entertained by him, you give yourself a pep talk to not fall for it again. he's wooing you into a black hole of frat stupidity.

just then, your lecture ends, but you're too immersed in your thoughts and regrets about your ex to notice. your finger taps mindlessly on the base panel of your laptop, zoning out like a total idiot. but you're snapped out of your thoughts when your project partner and good friend nanami kento pats your shoulder. "hey, you shouldn't stay here overtime, it's not good for you." he speaks, and you look up at him, blinking to process what was going on.

"oh! it's 4pm already?" you mutter under your breath, checking the time on your phone. you hear nanami sigh, to which you immediately pack up your laptop, shoving it in its sleeve. "sorry, were you waiting for me?" you stand up now, giving him a small smile.

"we scheduled to go to the library together at 4:15. i need to be back at my dorm by 6," he sternly speaks, looking at his own watch as well. "you're punctual as ever, nanami," you say, slipping out of your seat to walk alongside your friend.

but little did you know, satoru's email had a second reply.

[email protected]

I'M COMING TO SEE YOU. URGENT.

my 129 iq brain's about to explode with overthinking. my liver's about to be sold with how much i'm drinking! you know i hate alcohol (even as a frat member!)

also i asked ur classmate ijichi for ur sched. wait. you might get weirded out, im sorry. please don't scream at me when you see me. ☆(＃××)

love, toru Σ(°△°|||)

it takes a good 5 minutes to get to the library, most of it filled with awkward silence or asking nanami questions that are answered with one phrase. but you digress, seeing the positive in your friend, to whom you feel doesn't consider you a friend. whatever.

sitting down at a spot you mutually agree on, you bring out your laptop while nanami stands up to get some research materials. he clears his throat, "i'm going to go to the second floor, the socio-economic books are there." he says, taking some stuff out his bag. "anything you need?" he asks, and you reply, "the communist manifesto... and—" but before you could finish your sentence, you choke on your own saliva at the sight behind nanami.

what the fuck was gojo doing here?!

your body moves before you could think, and you pull nanami to your side, effectively blocking satoru from seeing you. nanami stiffens, clearly uncomfortable. "my ex-boyfriend is there!" you exclaim, looking up at your friend with an expression that just screams 'i'm an idiot' while he's looking down at you with the scariest rbf you've seen.

"you mean gojo?" he sighs, crossing his arms to look at the white-haired figure dashing his way towards the two of you.

"h-he's right behind me, isn't he?" you squeak, ducking your head down as you clutch onto nanami's folded arms.

nanami steps back, and you cover your face, trying to save yourself from embarrassment. "nanamin!" you hear satoru from behind you, "gojo," nanami greets back. "can i talk to your friend here? just for a bit." your ex says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

nanami looks down at you, observing your state— and you knew you were cooked. what the hell were you going to talk about with satoru? you clearly set your stance against him, but you weren't in the mood to cause a scene.

"...she seems uncomfortable, sorry. i don't think you can." an angel. you were in the presence of an angel with the name nanami kento.

you gawked at nanami with sparkling eyes, a huge 'thank you'. he takes a deep breath, lifting his eyes up to satoru who appeared dejected.

"seriously?" satoru says, but not rudely— he says it so softly in disappointment. he tries to lean forward, to catch your eyes, but you're quick to turn around. avoidant final boss.

this was really awkward.

but satoru shoots nanami the sweetest 'please' expression too— dropping as low as you to have his friend be the mediator. unbelievable.

nanami sighs, scratching the back of his head as annoyance starts to bubble in. "you two have the communication issues of the average novel couple." he mutters, and you close your eyes, biting your lip as your ears turned red. this was so embarrassing!

"come on, won't you talk to me? i came all the way." satoru intervenes, his voice whiny, as per usual when he's begging.

nanami pinches his nose bridge, and you fold under pressure, "ah, fine! just shut up already." you stand up, scratching the back of your head with an exasperated sigh. "i'm really sorry, nanami." you then apologize, getting satoru's wrist and moving out of the library.

you drag your ex into the courtyard, all eyes on that handsome fratboy who towered over you like crazy. settling under a secluded tree— looking awfully suspicious, but you're not one to care at the moment.

putting your hands on your hips, you size him up, looking at him up and down. damn that digimon shirt that pressed against his pecs. and those stupid low rise jeans that had his calvin klein peeking out slightly. "you just really like pissing me off, don't you?" your eye twitches, shifting to cross your arms.

"i haven't even said anything yet!" he exclaims back, correcting you like the total nerd he was. "well your presence does enough," a retort from you, and you roll your eyes.

satoru huffs loudly, "i just wanted to talk to you! it was all a misunderstanding, the bet. i just want you to hear me out," he pleads, and it's like a repeat of his speech from last month when he saw you back at the frat house.

"your excuses mean nothing, i'm serious. i've moved on, i don't care, so i suggest you do the same."

"look—" he speaks despite your protest, "i wasn't the one who made the bet. i was being laughed at by my brothers, a-and they wanted to see if i could bag you—"

"bag me?" you raise an eyebrow, and he gulps, "i mean... get you back." he explains, rubbing his head nervously. "but i fought them, i told them i..." he trails off, before looking into your eyes.

"you?" you look back into his, though you're still not convinced.

"i would be yours again. like before." he softly speaks, cracking his knuckles in an anxious manner. he glances up at you awkwardly, feeling flustered.

your tense expression slightly drops, and you do feel a bit bad. "iori told me the bet was that if you failed get back with me, your fraternity brothers would compete for me instead." you softly spoke, recalling your debrief with utahime.

"that was their bet, naoya's to be specific." he says in his defence, stepping forward. "didn't you read my email?" he pouts. "unfortunately, i did." and you sigh.

"i swear i didn't give in, i didn't even listen. i spend less of my time with them and more on studying to get my gpa back up. i know how much academics mean to you." he bashfully speaks, taking a deep breath.

"no cap?" you pout, and he nods, "scouts honor." he places a hand on his chest. you cringe a little, suppressing a smile.

satoru continues to speak, though, his guilt consuming him in more ways than one. "and i know i've changed a lot since high school. i'm not buried in books half of the time or constantly joining chess tournaments like before. and i love my life now... it's fun, full of new experiences, and i get to meet new people—"

"like girls?" you tease, and he laughs, "that's not the point..."

you continue to listen intently, "but i want you to know that your satoru still lives inside of me. i never forgot you and i never will. you were the biggest part of my high school, and even though i'm different now i still want you to be by my side." he ends with a shaky exhale, eyes never leaving yours.

you gaze at satoru, your heart beating in a unique rhythm that only he could make it do. god, he truly wasn't that nerd you loved so much— but this new him was still worth loving either way.

you then speak, "that really means a lot, satoru." and you uncross your arms. "honestly, i've been scared that you'd treat me differently from the moment i saw you at that party. so all i'm asking is for you not to break my heart again, really." you explain.

"i promise, i really do." satoru's azure eyes glow, uncanny but cute.

"then... you're forgiven," you mumble, and you turn to the side awkwardly. his smile is immediate. "aww, sweets!" he exclaims, arms wide open but you're quick to step away.

"don't even try," you huff, "i'm just really happy, sorry." satoru sheepishly mumbles, and you glance at him— almost pitifully. "fine, but don't think anything of it, satoru." you step closer, and he beams, wrapping his arms around you.

lifting your hands slowly, you place them on his back, taking a deep breath as you feel him. "i'm sorry too, if i assumed wrong." you say, and he chuckles, pulling back. "no need to apologize, it was really all my fault." he replies and you shrug, hugging him again. "i take it back then."

satoru laughs, and a few moments of silence pass.

"can i take my econ partner back?" you hear a voice from behind satoru, and you two jump.

"nanamin!" satoru whines, stomping his feet. the blonde simply rolls his eyes. "i don't want to work overtime because of your lover's quarrel."

you scoff, "he is not my boyfriend!" clenching your fists. satoru mouthes to nanami, "not yet at least," and you glare, while satoru shrugs.

"i'm going back to the library with him," you now announce. "i'm coming with," satoru says in a sing-song tone. you scoff, but satoru retorts— "i took a 2 hour train all the way here!"

nanami frowns and checks his watch habitually before looking at satoru, "the amount of free time you have never ceases to amaze me."

satoru ignores his sarcasm, putting an arm around your shoulder and nanami's. "you know, you two should totally come to my frat for a party, it'll be fun."

"no," "i'm tired of those things,"

𐙚────ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹

a/n: hellooo, everyone! if you made it until the end, thanks so much for reading. ^^

this fic was kinda hard to write imo, because i genuinely did not expect i'd be making a pt2 so sorry if it's underwhelming. T_T anyways, i tried writing something that just screams "communication is the key to success" because we need a moral of the story here gng... COMMUNICATE!!

if you liked this tiny fic please do consider reblogging and giving me a follow! thanks again <3 p.s. i just tagged everyone who asked for a pt2 lol sorry if i accidentally tagged u and u actually don't give a fuck lmfao

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[sherrycr0w]

Shokohime pilled

[stqrgumi]

⋆˚꩜｡ jjk characters and their favorite positions

featuring: satoru gojo, suguru geto, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, choso kamo, hiromi higuruma, and kento nanami

contents: various sex positions, mentions of rough sex, overstimulation

satoru gojo:

- satoru loves to push people away and not let them be close to him and this is reflected in the beginning of his relationship(s). he is afraid of being close and this includes physically. he much prefers to get his dick sucked rather than have sex. it feels less intimate, more "no strings attached."

- if he allows himself to be vulnerable with you and not push you away he starts to warm up to more intimate and close positions. for once there isn't infinity between him and another, he can feel you. all of you. he yearns for the skin to skin contact after pushing it away for so long

- he enjoys a basic missionary, but he loves prone bone and spooning. both of these positions allow him the most amount of physical contact that he can get

- he prefers spooning because it's so similar to cuddling. he is able to hold you while he drags his cock in and out of you. his lips hover over your ear and you can feel his warm breath fan across your skin with every moan that he slips. one of his hands rests on your chest, massaging it, occasionally pinching or twisting your nipples. the other lays between your legs lazily toying with your clit. he notices the way you're squeezing around him, you're so close to cumming. "i'm right here baby, let go for me..." he coos, right in your ear. the sound of his voice always got you going, and right now it was what pushed you over the edge into orgasmic bliss

- in prone bone satoru cannot get enough of your whimpers, despite being muffled by the pillow he's pushing your head into. another pillow is placed under your abdomen, so your hips are angled perfectly upwards for him to kiss your sweet spot with each roll of his hips. he presses his chest up against your back, the warmth from his skin seeping into your body. sometimes he can take it painfully, teasingly slow in this position. you can feel all of him with each slow pump of his cock, each ridge and vein imprinting itself into your pussy. when needy whines and pleas start to escape your mouth, you hear him laugh. that bastard. he's not mean though, he gives you exactly what you want

suguru geto:

- suguru likes anything where he is "in charge" and has more control. he typically goes for mating press or doggy

- when he has you in a mating press, he throws your legs over his shoulders and presses his hand around your throat, forcing your head down. the position of your head forces you to maintain eye contact with him. you can feel his cock twitch inside you if you start tearing up while he's forcing eye contact with you. something about it gets him incredibly worked up

- he's huge on overstimulation and watching you cry is physical evidence of how much he's making you feel

- suguru's dark eyes gaze into your teary ones as he thrusts into you, "i know, i know it feels good angel, i've got you. let go for me, okay?" his words are sweet, bringing you comfort. a warm feeling filled your tummy and your pussy was starting to tighten around him. suguru encouraged you to cum and you finally let go, cumming around him

- when he has you bent over in doggy, he pushes your head down into the pillow and keeps a firm grip on your hair. if he asks you how good it feels he pulls your head up by your hair, reminding you to use your words

- suguru's fingers are tangled in your hair while he ruthlessly fucks you, shameless groans fall from his lips each time your pussy tightens around him. "you gonna cum?" he asks, his voice a low drawl. you try to respond, but your face is buried in the pillow. all suguru hears is muffled cries. he shakes his head, "i can't hear you, you're going to have to use your words if you want to cum..." a fake sugary sweet tone coats his voice, and he yanks your head up. between choked moans you cry out, "gonna- gonna cum, suguru-" he nodded, loosening his hold on your hair, and lets you cum

shoko ieiri:

- shoko is fully focused on her partners pleasure, and she loves double stimulation

- she pulls you against her chest, holding your legs apart with her own. she holds a vibrator to your throbbing clit while fucking into you with a dildo. shoko intently listens to every sound you make, paying attention to every response your body makes. your breath begins to catch between your cries, your body feels electric and she knows you're close. before you can tell her how good it feels, she's pulled both toys from you with a soft giggle

- she loves to make you beg for her to go faster or to cum. she can be so unfair, almost mean. she always knows exactly what you want, but will never give it to you right away

- shoko could cum from watching you get off on her thigh. she holds on to your hips and rocks you back and forth, feeling the slick from your pussy gather on her leg. she'll flex the muscle with your movements and listen to you fall apart, "feels good, hm? all you need is my thigh?" her words feel mocking, almost humiliating, but she feels the way your cunt clenches around nothing

utahime iori:

- 69 is utahime's preferred position. even better if there's toys thrown in the mix. she adores pleasuring her partner, and it's even better when she's getting pleasure at the same time

- she is always eager to bury her head between your thighs and make you cum on her tongue. the way she eats you out is gentle and loving. the intimacy of it makes it feel incredible, even if she isn't messy with it. utahime essentially makes out with your pussy and loves to press kisses to your sensitive clit. two of her fingers pump into you as she makes you fall apart. between sucks on your clit she mumbles words of encouragement, "cum, baby, please."

- utahime has a tendency to be a bit of a pillow princess when she isn't in 69

- if you are willing to fuck her with a strap-on she absolutely melts under you. missionary is her favorite position for this. seeing you on top of her while you make her feel good clouds her mind. as your fingers brush her clit it feels so good that she forgets about the constant frustrations of her day, solely focusing on you. she wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer, "feels so- so good..." she whispers. her sounds are so quiet which is a shame, she sounds so sweet

toji fushiguro:

- mating press mating press mating press

- did i mention that toji loves a mating press

- he doesn't even bother to start in missionary, he knows that you're ready to take him completely. toji made you cum on his thick fingers before even thinking about filling you. you feel the callouses on his hands against your legs as he throws them over his shoulders. he spits straight on your pussy before pushing into you

- he knows he's big and he knows that you feel so full in this position. the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust, fucking you dumb. he can't get enough of it. he keeps a relatively straight expression while keeping his eyes laser focused on your face

- he likes how you can't squirm away from him. he often leans his weight down onto you so you're trapped underneath him, forced to take it. "that's right, take it, doin' so good for me," he'll praise once that fucked out expression takes over your face

- sometimes he will wrap one of his hands around your throat and pound into you, "mhm, you liked that, yeah?." his words make you feel dirty but he isn't wrong. it was evident in the way that your pussy started to spasm when he put pressure on the sides of your neck and a whimper escaped your lips

- if you're mouthing off to him, he loves to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you in doggy. he thrusts his heavy cock into you, over and over, until your attitude is gone. how can you mouth off when your brain is hazy and full of him

- sex with toji is often on the rough side but he can very rarely be soft. he lets you lazily ride him, his hands rest on your hips to guide you. he's mesmerized by the way your tits bounce in his face, sometimes he latches his lips around your nipple. he sucks on it with a satisfied groan, his other hand groping your ass now

kento nanami:

- nanami is very partial to lotus or missionary

- both allow him to feel close to you, he loves intimacy. everything stresses him out, but not you. never you

- with lotus he loves how he can feel your entire body. the skin to skin contact makes him feel dizzy with desire. he can feel every breath you take and every movement of your hips. he holds you steady while you grind into each other, moaning into open mouthed kisses

- he can always tell when you want more from him, but what's the fun in just giving it to you? he makes you give him explicit directions for what you want from him

- "i could make you feel so good, just tell me what you want." nanami is hovering over you, just barely touching you. your nerves are evident in your voice as you trip over your words, "i'm not sure what you're asking me, sweetheart. could you be more clear?" he whispers directly into your ear, his voice deep and low, echoing through your soul

- when he finally pushes into you he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure and says, "see, i told you i could make you feel good." he brings his index finger down to play with your clit while he steadily thrusts into you

- nanami loves making you cum, it feels like a reward. better than any overtime paycheck

hiromi higuruma:

- higuruma really enjoys cowgirl. he can grab at your body wherever he'd like, he has complete access. he's also able to see your face, watching your expression as you grind your hips onto him drives him insane

- an honorable mention for him is you sitting on his face, using him his nose to feel good. he's addicted to the feeling of you grinding on his face, his tongue continually collecting all your juices. savoring the flavor, wishing it could never leave his mouth. after a long day all he wants is for you to let him taste you. somehow all his stress melts away when he's between your legs, especially when you're on top of him

- higuruma is rather basic and enjoys a steady sexual "routine," he goes between the same few positions. if it isn't cowgirl he enjoys missionary or spooning the most. however, if he had a particularly difficult case he likes doggy. he has you bent over the nearest piece of furniture, drilling his aching cock into you as he rants about how terrible his day was. with each complaint his grip on your hips gets tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he doesn't last long, but it helps him to blow off steam

- he will never leave you unsatisfied. if you need to blow off steam he is willing to be used in any way that will make you feel so good that you'll forget about whatever is bothering you. he buries his head between your thighs, occasionally nodding as you vent your frustrations. with each expletive from your mouth, higuruma latches his lips around your clit and sucks down with vigor. to prove that he's listening he will from time to time mumble something along the lines of, "i'm sorry, honey," and then continue sloppily working his mouth on your pussy until you cum

choso kamo:

- choso is a simple man, he enjoys missionary a lot. he likes that he can see your face and can easily lean down to press kisses to your lips whenever he wants

- he adores the intimacy of it. it makes him feel so close to you. he thrusts into you, "fuck, i love you," he growls between moans. choso toys with your clit, he needs to see you feel good, and he wants to feel your pussy squeezing around him once you cum

- he always starts off soft but gradually gets rougher. sometimes he doesn't know his own strength, he's drilling into you while pinning your hands down to the bed. his head is buried in your neck and he bites down. cries of pleasure escape his lips, echoing in your ear. he runs his tongue over every bite to soothe the dull sting, relishing in the way you taste

- choso can be into some mild bondage. to him, it shows a sense of undying trust and loyalty between you two. he ties your hands to the bed and slowly teases you. he loves to see how you squirm under his touch while he worships your body. this goes both ways, he loves when you bind his hands and ride him. he enjoys being completely at your mercy

yuji itadori:

- it is known that yuji is an ass man. for this reason, doggy or reverse cowgirl are his favorite positions. he gets a good view of your ass and is able to grab or slap it as much as he pleases

- the way his dick disappears into you while he watches your ass bounce up and down on him is mesmerizing, he can't take his eyes off it. he's shameless in the way he can't keep his hands off you. and you best believe that he's not keeping quiet, "fuuuuck," groans loudly, "feels so good like this, love watching you too. keep going."

- yuji's favorite part of doggy is seeing how your back arches when he thrusts into you. sometimes he'll playfully smack your ass when you arch into him. you moan out his name when the new angle allows him to perfectly hit your sweet spot, "you like when i do that?" his voice comes out as a growl in your ear. when you don't answer, he'll land another slap to your ass and repeat his question

- yuji is also very into 69. getting his dick sucked while he's eating you out? hell yes. sounds like a perfect night for him. he loves hearing how you struggle to moan with your mouth full of him while his tongue is inside you. he makes sure to give all of your pussy equal attention, licking up from your hole to your clit, and then gently sucking down. he's loud as he works you with his mouth, he's lost in complete ecstasy, moaning into your skin about how your mouth feels amazing around him

- he's quite fond of spooning as well. he can lazily roll his hips into you while being so close, it's perfect right before bed. he peppers your neck with kisses and whispers how he loves you, he doesn't stop the affectionate praise until he feels you cum around him. he pulls you extra close after, holding you tightly until you both fall asleep

megumi fushiguro:

- megumi loves missionary, he doesn't care that it's basic, he loves it. there's so much opportunity for intimacy and closeness. his head feels hazy when you wrap your legs around his waist, and he holds your hand to ground himself

- he likes that he's able to look at you. he keeps his eyes on you at all times, his stare is a bit cold and intense, but it's so megumi. watching how your face contorts in pleasure makes him feel good about himself. he honestly feels like he's worth something

- as megumi thrusts into you, he will lean down and press messy, open mouthed kisses to your lips. he mumbles some praise about how good it feels, but it's all nonsense really. these moments are when he feels the most passion. you two are completely, fully, dedicated to being close with each other. the mutual focus on the others pleasure is an added benefit

- he'd never say it out loud but in his head he considers the way he treats you as making love to you rather than just having sex. that term feels very endearing and personal in his mind, but he could never say it to your face

- he has a tendency to not be super vocal, both in bed and out of it. he's always been a man of few words but in bed he's biting his lip to hold back the moans that want to escape his chest. with some encouragement he slowly starts to let himself make sounds. he feels the way your pussy will tighten around him when he groans in your ear. your reactions make him want to be louder every time

- additionally, i am a firm believer in munch megumi. if he doesn't have you in missionary he loves to be between your legs, eating you out slow and steady. feeling how your body reacts to him, for him, gets him so worked up. he loses his composure and starts devouring you with a newfound vigor. the way you taste has him absolutely pussydrunk, "gonna make you feel so damn good..." he can't even form a full sentence away from your pussy, he's sucking on your clit between words, he can't get enough. the feeling of your legs clamped around his head while you cum is the closest to heaven he thinks he'll ever be, he chases that feeling each time he buries his head between your thighs

yuta okkotsu:

- cowgirl is his favorite by far. it checks off all the boxes: he can see your face, he gets to watch your tits bounce in his face, you can choke him, it feels good for you both

- he can't get enough of you being on top, no matter how many times you ride him he continues to get riled up as if it was the first time

- it heals part of him, knowing that he's wanted. you want him, over and over again. he likes that you can use him to make yourself feel good. he loosely holds your hips, trying to memorize the angle that hits your sweet spot with every thrust. he is wholly dedicated to making you feel the best he can, even if you're the one doing the work

- sometimes he will latch his lips around one of your nipples, gently sucking and circling his tongue around the swollen bud. sucking on your tits is honestly a guilty pleasure for him, he finds so much comfort in it and his brain quiets down, filled with nothing but you

- riding yuta is not a complete experience without choking him. the whimpers he lets out when you wrap your hand around his throat are absolutely divine. it brings him right to the edge every time he feels that pressure on the sides of his neck, it drives him crazy in a way that nothing else does

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For my fellow JJK woman enjoyers

[suganoms]

⋆‧°𑣲 polycule shokohime × fem!reader. (mdni) .ᐟ

— cw :: not proofread, porn w/ little plot, dominant! shoko, switch! utahime, bratty sub! reader, use of toys (strap-on and vibrator), penetration (utahime receiving), overstimulation (r! receiving), slight dub-con, mention of a safe-word that isn't used, slight aftercare.

⤷ requested by the loml :: @lilithkleia . <3

"that's it, love," shoko coos sweetly, warm breath fanning over the shell of utahime's ear. her hips smack against the plump curve of her girlfriend's ass as she drills her pink strap in and out of her weeping cunt. "you're taking me so well."

utahime, her back arched and tear-streaked face pressed into a pillow, lets a string of incoherent moans fall from her lips in response to the praise. the sheer force of shoko's seemingly never-ending erratic thrusts cause her pebbled nipples rub continuously against the satin sheets beneath them.

the brunette chuckles quietly, momentarily relishing in iero's debauchery. her brown eyes lazily flick upwards in the direction of you—bare from the waist down and squirming so prettily on a chaise lounge with a vibrator buzzing incessantly against your soaked pussy.

you'd been pestering shoko all day, purposefully pressing buttons and crossing lines you knew would irritate her. some idiotic part of you was desperate for a reaction, but she didn’t crack a singular time.

not while the three of you went out to a café for breakfast, and you kept stealing sips of her coffee, or when you all traversed the nearby mall and teased her in the victoria secret changing rooms by basically feeling her up.

she put up with all of it. and now, you're paying the price for your petty and unnecessary behavior.

"shoko," you hiccup, legs trembling. "i—"

shoko clicks her tounge and lets out a disapproving sigh, effectively cutting off your whiny protest. maintaining eye contact with you, she runs her hands along the curves of utahime's body—a taunt—and slows her thrusts slightly.

"what's the problem, baby?" she inquires, raising a brow. a faux look of disappointment graces her features. "i thought you wanted this."

see, she'd realized on the journey home that all her poor, sweet angel wanted to do was cum, for it'd explain your obnoxious behavior. oh, and she'd let you, of course.

just not in the way you wanted.

the tears accumulating along your lashes suddenly trickled down the slopes of your cheeks—a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, in shoko's eyes—as your hips were unsure of whether to grind or shy away from the vibrator.

utahime lifted up her head and fixated her gaze upon your trembling frame. "sho, i think she's had enough," she murmured softly. "the poor thing's already cum three or four times—ah!"

the words died on her tounge by yet another sharp thrust from shoko. she resumed her previous pace, eyes narrowing. "i don't recall letting you decide, uta," she warned lowly.

utahime's walls clenched around the strap-on, lewd cries leaving her lips. she wasn't stupid to say anything else, for she knew shoko always made sure to act upon her threats. instead, she let her head drop back down onto the pillow, focusing her attention on the pummeling cock rearranging her guts.

by now, you were openly weeping, the steady thrums pushing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. "shoko, please! i can't—ngh—cum anymore!"

"oh, but you can," shoko replies, her tone mocking your pathetic cries. her hands rest upon utahime's hips for leverage to, fucking her body back and forth upon the strap. "until you're ready to apologize, i'm afraid you're out of luck."

your nth orgasm crashes down on you. your vision blurs to a near blinding-white, and your toes curl so hard that you swear they cramp as your juices run down your spasming folds. as your high ebbs, the vibrator still does not. and that is your true undoing.

"i'm sorry!" you sob, the two words slurring together. "i'm sorry for—fuck, ngh—acting l-like a brat earlier today! please—"

that was satisfactory enough, shoko supposed. she reached a hand down to rub quick and tight circles against utahime's clit, catapulting her into a climax, too. her cum coats the strap's length, creating a sheen that glimmered in the low lamplight.

shoko waits a moment for utahime to relax before unsheathing herself from the depths of her sex, quickly making her way over to you. her fingers switch off the drenched toy and unfastens its ties from around your thigh, setting it aside before tenderly cupping your face.

"are you alright?" she asks softly. "i didn't push you too far, did i?"

you lean into her touch, a wobbling smile touching your lips. "i'm alright, love. and no, it wasn't too much. i would've used the safeword if i thought otherwise."

she hums faintly and kisses your forehead. utahime approaches your side with a cloth in her grasp and gently begins to clean you up, mindful of your sex.

"i'll run us a bath," utahime informs you. she tosses the damp rag into the hamper brimming with dirtied clothes, glancing at shoko. "do you want to join us, honey?"

shoko lightly shakes her head, waving off her suggestion. "nah, i'm alright, so you two go ahead and enjoy it. i'll order some takeout after a quick smoke. does that burger joint down the road sound good?"

utahime giggles and pecks your cheeks. "that sounds wonderful."

god, how you loved your girls.

𑣲 a/n :: i lowkey rushed the ending, but i hope you all enjoyed regardless! happy pride month. <3

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