little drabble for @seventasia 's event ^_^ go check it out here!!
tw: religious guilt, religious trauma themes, smoking, emotional repression, self-destructive tendencies, internalized shame, faith crisis, crying, hurt/comfort, angst
preacher's daughter!shoko who was raised on hymnals and southern guilt and the kind of love that always came with conditions, who learned young how to sit still in hard wooden pews with her knees pressed together and her head bowed politely while everyone in town admired what a sweet girl the pastor raised. because everyone loves the pastor's daughter, even when they do not know her at all.
preacher's daughter!shoko who knows every church song by memory but mouths the words instead of singing them, voice dying somewhere behind her teeth while stained glass paints bruised colors across her skin. who thinks faith should feel warmer than this. who thinks god stopped listening to her years ago.
preacher's daughter!shoko who smells like cigarette smoke hidden beneath vanilla perfume and old books, who keeps a lighter tucked into the pocket of her choir robe, who sits on the church roof after evening service just to feel farther away from everybody beneath her. that is where you first find her. legs hanging over the edge. smoke curling from parted lips. silver cross necklace glinting beneath the moonlight. and instead of telling her father, instead of looking horrified the way everyone else would, you sit beside her. quietly. like you already know all the ugly things she's trying to hide and you have decided they don't matter.
preacher's daughter!shoko who thinks you are too kind for your own good. who rolls her eyes whenever you show up to volunteer at food drives. when you help clean after sunday dinners, pretending your presence annoys her while secretly memorizing the sound of your laugh over gospel music crackling through old church speakers. somehow you keep staying. through her sharp words and every carefully built wall she places between herself and the rest of the world. you stay anyway.
preacher's daughter!shoko who learns the sound of your car before she learns the sound of your footsteps, who waits in the church parking lot after dark pretending she is just "getting fresh air" while secretly hoping your headlights appear at the end of the road. who starts craving you in quiet, devastating ways. who wants your hoodie in the passenger seat; your hand brushing hers over diner tables during the late hours of the night; your voice low and sleepy through phone calls neither of you wants to end.
preacher's daughter!shoko who never calls it love because love feels too sacred and frightening and permanent, and she has spent her whole life being taught that wanting you is wrong because no force of god can change the fact that you are a girl. so instead, you kiss behind gas stations. in dark corner booths of a diner two towns over where nobody recognizes the pastor's daughter. and afterwards, she presses her forehead against yours like she is mourning something before it is even gone.
preacher's daughter!shoko who keeps her cross necklace on even when she sleeps beside you, the chain cold against your collarbone when she curls into you. who goes strangely still the first time you touch it. "my father gave it to me when i turned thirteen. ", she whispers, almost inaudible. like that explains everything. maybe it does.
preacher's daughter!shoko who has spent years praying for god to make her easier to love. cleaner, quieter, holier. less angry, less lonely, less this. who kneels beside her bed at night with mascara streaking down her face whispering apologies into clasped hands because she cannot stop thinking about you no matter how hard she tries.
preacher's daughter!shoko who begins pulling away the second she realizes how hard she has fallen for you. texts become shorter. calls go unanswered. kisses rushed and guilty. she stands beside her father after sunday sermons smiling sweetly at churchgoers while you watch from across the parking lot wondering if you had imagined the softness of her hands. wondering if you had imagined her entirely.
preacher's daughter!shoko who finally breaks in the middle of a thunderstorm. rain batters the church windows hard enough to sound like screaming while she cries in your arms, shoulders shaking violently beneath your hands as every ugly buried thing finally claws its way out of her chest. "i think there's something wrong with me." she says it like a confession. like a prayer. like something she has known her whole life. and when you try to kiss her, she pulls away at first. not because she does not love you, but because the silver cross hanging between you suddenly feels unbearable. heavy with expectation and shame. with every version of herself she was forced to become.
preacher's daughter!shoko whose trembling hands rise to the necklace slowly. the chain catches briefly in her shaking fingers. when it finally slips free, she starts crying harder. huge broken sobs against your mouth while she kisses you desperately, terrified and loving you so much it hurts. like she is choosing you and losing herself all at once. like a girl raised on sermons and sacrifice finally allowing herself, for one impossibly selfish moment, to be loved anyway.
a/n: In honor of pride, have some afab!reader and mean!shoko <3
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Mean!shoko who pretends to be a bully in public. Well, not really – she’s only mean to an extent in front of other people. She doesn’t want you to truly suffer… does she?
Mean!shoko that teases you when you need her help with something. You could have gotten lost or even forgotten your phone at her place… and she’ll still like to tease you and see you whine about how it’s ‘not your fault.’
Mean!shoko that actually secretly loves it, though, because she loves feeling competent. She loves seeing you be a little airheaded and having to do things for you. It only makes the heat rush straight up her spine.
Mean!shoko who likes to have you make up for being pathetic in a very special way.
“A-ah, fuck- shoko, please-”
“Mm.. all that whining and objecting didn’t seem to come to mind when I had to do everything for you today, did it?”
Your chest heaves as you’re lying on the bed, looking like someone practically shoved you onto it. You’re so, so embarrassed. You probably look pathetic, you think to yourself. But Shoko knows that. That’s why she turned the lights off the moment you got home. You can feel her hands on your hips, grabbing onto the plush as if it’s the only thing she’ll ever have access to.
Suddenly, you feel a pressure against your cunt. It’s rough – firm, even – and it has you gasping out. Your back arches at an angle, and it only makes your clit bump against the foreign object even more. You can feel the soft fabric, and your brain finally recognizes it as Shoko’s leg. You swallow thickly at the realization – and although you can’t see her completely, her eyes are still glinting because of the moon. You can also feel her sadistic smirk, and it just makes you wetter.
“Come on, baby. Don’t leave your pussy hanging. ‘S so mean to make her wait like this.”
Fuck, you think, why does she have to be so dirty?
But you can only mumble out a ‘shut up’, and it earns you a hard thrust from her in response. It’s too much. And yet, somehow, it’s not enough. You squeak at the contact, and your hands are flying forward to hold onto something. Anything. And they find Shoko’s shoulders. She takes this as an invitation to lean in closer to you, and now you’re very aware of her hot breath fanning against your face. It only adds to the heat.
She forces you down on her leg firmer as you can feel her shift to the side. You feel her breath against your ear, now, and it has you reeling. Her voice is so rough, and yet it’s smooth like silk.
“Grind, honey. I want you to work for it before I give you what you want.”
The words make electricity shoot up your spine in an instant, and you moan instinctively. And although you know she can’t see you, you nod. Your hips start moving on their own, building delicious friction with the cotton that hugs her soft legs. It’s unfair, you think. So unfair that she gets to be clothed while you’re whining and falling apart butt-naked.
The air feels thick, palpable almost. The continuous motion of your clit rubbing against Shoko’s leg has you gasping for air. There’s a damp patch on her sweats, and it only helps create more movement. Shoko firms the muscles on her thigh as she grinds it up against you to match. It’s soft, and it only leaves you wanting more.
One of her hands snakes up so that she can thumb your nipple. Your back arched up a little bit more (if it's even possible), as if it’s aching for her touch. She plays with the flesh as she kisses down your neck, sucking just enough to leave marks. Her thrusts get harder as she makes her way down, until her lips press against the center of your chest – right where your heart would go. You notice, but you’re too fucked out to care.
Finally, her mouth moves to latch onto your other, neglected bud. Now she’s playing with one as her tongue swirls around the other, accompanied by frequent sucking. The grunting leaving her mouth sends vibrations right down to your core, and it only makes the sounds leaving your mouth more sinful. The knot coiling up in your stomach is fraying, and it’s getting so, so hard to keep it together. You can feel her breath against your chest, and you let out a whimper of her name.
Oh, she’s thoroughly obsessed with you.
“Come on, pretty girl, let go f’me.”
Her voice is so low. It’s comforting, and yet so sultry. It’s what has your eyes rolling back as you moan out loud, your orgasm coming crashing down on you. It feels almost electric, the way you’re unraveling in front of her. Your chest heaves as you come down for your high, and Shoko finally pulls away. You can’t see her face, but you can only imagine the redness of her cheeks. Your back finally hits the bed, and you’re satisfied – But She isn’t.
Choso + Confession letter with flowers + Nerd (Choso) x Popular (Reader) + Make them classmates + Make him more straightforward about his feelings and reader shy about her feelings … wouldn’t that be so cute?
That’s all! Take care!
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⌯⌲ lover boy .ᐟ ♡
⌯⌲ choso may not be good with people, but he's not one to hide his feelings once he's sure of them. the only issue is that you're really sought after, and his rivals won't wait around for him to confess. hey, you like quiet, thoughtful boys over egocentric, misogynistic bums, right...? guess he'll have to gamble it!
⌯⌲ banner art by @_elchoso on X
⌯⌲ wc: 2.5k
How do you confess to the most popular girl of your college? Choso's desperately trying to find out.
After becoming deskmates for your shared class, Choso found out that the hype about you wasn't fake. That you were known everywhere not only because you were always up to something, but because you were genuinely pleasing to be around.
Interacting regularly with one of the campus' most popular students was not on his bingo card, but he doesn't regret it. At least not like he thought he would at the start. Choso believed that he, a quiet guy who stuck to books before people, barely talked to strangers and just minded his own business would never get along with you, who's so bubbly and always surrounded by people. But god was he wrong, and oh, is he glad.
Now he's developed a silly crush on the sweet girl who listens to him so intently and actually cares for his input, and he's more stressed out than he's ever been with any finals season.
Why? Because he knows that you're both from different worlds. And yet, the way you brush his bangs out of his face when you study together, and how your gaze lingers before you tear it away, has him hoping he might have a shot.
That, and Yuji telling him "she soooo has a crush on you" when he broke down and told him everything about his litlle predicament.
So he spent his night away writing a letter, knowing he wasn't good with words in person. He washed his hair you'd stared at so much, and decided to wear that cardigan you complimented once.
He drove to campus despite it being his free day, just because he knew you'd be there. Asked around if anyone had seen you, just to know for sure if you felt what he did.
However... the answer he gets is dissapointing, to say the least.
"Oh, her? Saw her talking to Naoya at the cafeteria," A random student replies. "He was probably asking her out for Gojo's party this weekend. It's a big thing, so people like to bring their flings and whatnot."
Oh, right. Gojo's party. The one he holds at the end of every semester. You had told him about it in passing, asked if he planned to go. He answered a vague 'maybe'— he'd gone last semester to pick his brother up, maybe he'd have do it again this year. The silence had stretched in that moment, before you awkwardly changed the topic. So you were really planning to go, and he had the chance to just ask you then... what a way to fumble.
"Naoya... asked her out?" Choso croaks weakly, his expression souring at the mention of that guy. He's a total asshole, but he's also popular in the frat and a total looker. Many girls go out of their way to flirt with him despite his reputation of not treating women right. He fears you too had fallen for his cheap charm.
To his despair, the guy nods. "I think so. He was looking smug and had his little entourage of frat boys surrounding him. Naoya actually bringing a girl to an event does sound interesting, I suppose."
"She wouldn't agree," He thinks out loud, trying to convince himself that he knows you enough to say that. But the student shrugs, saying he didn't see the end of it and that there's a good chance.
There's a good chance.
Choso's plans crumble under that thought.
He walkes away, going nowhere in particular. With earbuds on that play a gloomy tune, the letter in his bag suddenly feels too heavy to carry. Naoya's a douchebag, but he has influence. He was quicker than him, took the chance he didn't. And now Choso's publicly sulking while strollling through the campus, because a part of him is still hoping to see you.
At least, then, he'd be happy for a moment. He could just ask you, too... get his info from the direct source. He simply fears he won't be able to keep his mouth shut if you confirm, and begin badmouthing Naoya and make you hate him. He trusts you and wants to respect your choices, but his will is not that strong to let you go with the biggest idiot around without trying to advise you against it.
Ugh, this is the worst. Choso decides to just go home, but walks past the flower shop next to the campus' entrance. Naoya wouldn't bother getting you those. He's too self-absorbed to think of what you'd enjoy. But Choso? He had filed away in his mind the moment you told him about your favorite flowers, just casually. And he can't help but think that had he followed through with his plan, a bouquet would have been a great addition.
He gets absort in that idea, picturing the glee in your face as you receive those imaginary flowers.
He gets so, so deep in thought, that he can't help but think... What was it if not destiny, that made him go back in his way and stumble with the flower shop?
Choso already lost a few chances, but you're still somewhere in campus right now.
So before he can go against his true wishes, he says to hell with holding his peace with a situation he's not happy with and makes the gamble.
Choso leaves the flower shop with a huge bouquet in his hands. He asks around again (not ideal for the quiet boy, but he pushes through) and finds Shoko, a close friend of yours. With a smirk, she tells him you two just finished lunch together, and that she'll deliver the letter for him.
He does all this while holding the flowers against his chest, telling himself he's being secretive enough. The look in your friend's eyes says she knows exactly what's going on, though.
In the letter, Choso had asked you to meet him at a specific location to talk more about his feelings. This so you could give an answer to his face and settle things properly. Sure, he was supposed to give you the letter like an hour ago, giving himself time to prepare emotionally. He feels like he's in a tight deadline, but he's not backing out now.
He gets to the secluded spot soon, a beautiful green area where he likes to sit when he needs to kill time. He's pacing around this time, though. He has no experience with love and so far it's been nerve-wracking. A tap on his shoulder makes him get back to reality, turning around as fast as he can.
"Choso...?" Your soft, uncertain voice greets him, and he feels both a spike of panic and a sense of relief. It's weird, but that's just how you make him feel. Like a lovesick fever that just doesn't go away (...let's pretend he didn't once go to the infirmary to get himself checked for it).
"...Hi," He musters, face warming before you even say anything. His eyes are fixed on the floor, bracing himself for anything.
"You wrote me a letter," You start awkwardly, your tone frail and thin. He's avoiding looking at you, but he sees you fiddling with your thumbs from the corner of his eye. He wonders if this is weird for you or if you're just shy.
At your question, he only nods. This is harder than he thought. You shift your weight, taking a quiet breath before continuing. "You also brought flowers. The ones I told you I like. So... you really mean it, right?"
Choso straightens up immediately. "Of course. This is not a joke to me, nor I'm doing it because of the party or anything."
You tilt your head slowly, "The party...? What do you mean?"
"I mean, that I heard you got asked out by Naoya, so you could go together to Gojo's party." His voice takes a more serious tone, nerves forgotten as he commits to speaking his mind.
"So I feel like, by coming in the middle of you two, it may seem like I only did it out of jealousy, or to prove something. But that was just bad timing. I'd been thinking of telling you this for a while, and I believe you deserve to know even if you choose someone else."
Your draw a breath and try to speak, but he continues before you can. His eyes are closed and his mind focused, finally pouring out his heart like he intended to.
"I know that we just met this semester, but your presence is greatly pleasing to me. You don't... seem to think I'm weird, you don't settle for that. You actually took the time to get to know me, to listen, to be there for me. And I wanted appreciate that platonically, but I don't think I can anymore. So even if it ruins our friendship, I had to tell you."
You're stunned into silence, and for a moment, his worry returns. That is, until he opens his eyes to finally meet your gaze, as solemnly as he can through the gaps of the bouquet, and notices you blushing into oblivion.
"Are you okay?" Choso immediately springs into action, leaning closer to inspect you. Sure he's not that clueless, he knows people's faces grow hot from embarrassment as well, but he doesn't take chances and asks: "Do you feel sick?"
You shake your head frantically, covering your face with your hands. Had he known how affected you were, he would have waited for you to feel better, but he's already put you in a weird situation. He looks at you with those soft, utterly worried puppy eyes, and you almost combust right there.
"Choso, I..." You take yet another deep breath, gainig courage, "I've been hoping you ruined our friendship."
He stills at your words, the slight downturn on his lips betraying his sadness. "Why is that? I was hoping it also meant a lot to you?"
"You- It does! Gosh, you sure are oblivious..." you rub your temples, trying to calm down. "I meant that I'm also interested in you, I just didn't know how to tell you. I tried to say something so many times, but I kept backing out. I'm glad you told me."
"So you actually...?" He mutters, slowly catching on. And despite the softness of the moment, he can't help but follow up, "So you're not going with Naoya?"
That sobers you up real quick. "What? No! Ew, no. Him? The nerve he had to even ask. He's an idiot!"
He exhales, deeply relieved. "I am so glad you think the same. If you had told me you accepted, I would have tried to discourage you. That man doesn't know how to treat a woman right."
The implication that he, unlike the afore mentioned bastard, would know how to act well makes heat crawl up to your face. You can't help yourself from continuing to slander Naoya, though, softness pushed aside for the moment. "Right? And he's so shallow. He thought that because we were both popular around here, I'd say yes. I don't care about any of that, he was really stupid to believe such a thing."
Choso shifts his weight shyly at your comment, your eyes catching it. "Choso... did you also really think I'd say yes because of that?"
He lowers his head meekly, and you sigh. "You're something else, you know..."
A moment of silence passes, before you speak again. "For the record, I really don't care. That's why I talked to you anyway. It's really cold to pick and choose who to be with just because of popularity. There's great people to find everywhere."
Choso's eyes soften, your way of thinking is one of the things he likes about you. Makes him think that he shouldn't even have doubted that you'd reject him. At least he can make it up to you now.
"I would have told you to come with me, even as friends," you continued, "But I didn't know if you were interested in parties. When I asked you, and you said you might go, I thought... I thought you were going with someone else, and you didn't want to hurt me by saying it outright."
Choso looks at you like you just told him the sky is green. "...What? You're right, I don't like parties much. With who would I even...?"
"Wait. So you're not going with Yuki?" You blurt out.
"Huh? No! I barely know her." he shakes his head frantically. "Yuki's Todo's senior, so it's more Yuji's circle than anything. She just likes poking light fun of me when she sees me. About you, often, after we started talking."
"Oh, I thought..." You trail off. Yuki has a thing for making it look like's she's flirting with anyone she talks to. It's just how she is, you've never thought anything of it. But seeing her talk to Choso, who never talks to anyone who's not close... it made you think something else.
Was your thought process really affected just because you like him? This is mad embarrassing. She was teasing him about you, too, quietly playing matchmaker. The worst is that you're sure she knew what she was doing. Now you know why she asked you about your relationship with Choso with such curiosity.
You exhale, you'll face Yuki's playful smirk and hold a petty grudge against her later. Right now, Choso's staring at you intently, waiting for your attention.
"So you also thought I was going with someone else?" His lips curve up, "That's... silly, now that we cleared it up."
"Yeah, it'll be a fun story to tell." You can't help but smile as well.
"So... you want to go with me instead?" Choso asks softly, your heart skipping a beat at his tone. And the way his smile widens when you nod makes you feel like it may as well explode.
His face turns a pretty crimson, processing everything that's happened in the last few hours. He gently eases the bouquet into your arms, remembering he's been holding it the entire time from the slight numbness of his arms.
"Thank you," You mutter softly, hiding behind it.
And the rest of your day is spent between loving whispers and affectionate smiles.
At the end of that same week, you both get ready to attend the party.
Except you end up ditching it, not too eager to face Naoya who's been insulting you in your every social media app after rejecting him. You've blocked him in like five of those at this point. You're hoping he doesn't send you and email next (though you doubt he knows how to manage mail properly by himself).
Choso, of course, was happy with your choice. He wouldn't have minded if that's what made you happy, but he can think of many other places and activities for you two to spend the night doing.
So you both take your time and go through the list, trying out snacks, leaning on each other at the library, and setting up a reminder to pick Yuji up from the party once it starts getting late.
You take a picture of the two of you, soft launching your relationship to your close friends immediately. Just sneaking a picture of your face and Choso's hands with the book you're both checking out. For some reason, most of them recognize him immediately. Very few are surprised, though they're all supportive.
You stare at it for a moment, before turning back to Choso with a smile.
First date immortalized.
Let's hope for many more.
⌯⌲ cupid's note: if you read a choso fic in my blog that does not mention yuji and/or todo at least once, that's NOT mine. run the other way. (/j) i cheered when i saw choso got requested, couldn't help myself but sprinkle some naoya slander. hope it's not obvious i had no idea how to title this. 🏹 anon i loved ur reqs i hope you actually get to read them considering i posted them fashionably late ><
shoko who worked you a little too hard the night before...
shoko who now was woken up the fourth time by your over excessive alarms.
shoko who has to refrain from launching your phone across the room as she grabbed it from under the covers to end the torture.
shoko who now laid fully awake, taking in the atmosphere of the room illuminated by the dawning of the morning. she looks over at you, cracking a small grin. your cheek pressed against the off-white sheets, breathing in softly as your eyebrows scrunched occasionally. the bonnet that was supposed to be secured, slipping down your hair revealing a few stray pieces of the very hairstyle that got you in this predicament.
shoko who watched your face churn as her cold hands gently caressed your body, coaxing you awake. a deep sleep you were in, but you'd kill her if you were even a minute late to your lecture. she sighed, walking over to your side of the bed.
shoko who took matters in her own hands.
shoko who lifted you gently into her arms, even though you clearly seemed to be awakening a part of you was still stuck in a dream state.
shoko who carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. letting out a small hiss for you, it's probably super cold.
shoko who caught your head before it could tilt over. delicately grasping your neck to hold you up right.
shoko who felt oh so bad to wake her sweet, sweet girl.
shoko who lightly taps your cheek, watching you stir awake in her palm. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in brightness. the first thing your eyes landed on after adapting, was the girl who put you in this dazed state.
shoko who looking at the hand holding your neck steady, mumbling "i'm gonna let go now, okay? you have to get ready for class."
shoko who didn't give you another warning after that, just slowly withdrawing her hand.
shoko who hides her snicker when your head drops down, before you reflexively catch it. glaring at her with sleepy eyes and a puffy face.
shoko who pretends not to notice by grabbing your toothbrush from the holder. turning on the sink, running it under the water, applying the toothpaste, then running it under once more.
shoko who glances back at you, sighing at your dopey state.
shoko who taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. half-consciously obeying her command, you opened your mouth leaning you head back against the mirror, exhaling softly. "i got you, just relax."
shoko who grips your chin, firmly. working the toothbrush inside your mouth.
shoko who places soft kisses on your cheek every few moments.
shoko who talks you through the process in her sultry sweet voice, "hm, open up don't close on me" "you're doing so good i'm almost done" "stick your tounge out, justtt like that" "my pretty baby is 'so sleepy huh"
and if anyone was listening from the hallway, they would've thought the two of you were getting freaky...
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@kajismp3 | happy pride month .ᐟ.ᐟ
i remember reading a fic on wattpad of someone brushing readers teeth for them & i still think about it often
-`♡´- Your girl-friend a menace..! :: 18+ :: gf!shoko x fem!reader :: getting handsy in a bathroom stall for the most part..xo ::
Shoko Ieiri had always been the kind of girlfriend who made your heart race in the quietest moments. Sweet and a little older, she carried herself with that effortless calm that hid just how insatiable she truly was for you. Tonight was no different, the apartment lights were dimmed low. The clock had ticked past midnight, hours ago, you lay back against the soft pillows while she hovered over you with that familiar lazy smile playing on her lips.
Her hands moved first. Gentle yet possessive and she cupped your breasts and squeezed them together creating the perfect plush valley for her mouth to explore. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks immediately, embarrassment flooded through you even as your body arched toward her touch. Shoko noticed of course. She always did.
"So pretty like this for me princess," she murmured against your skin. Her voice was low and warm. She leaned in and took one nipple between her lips, sucking slowly and deeply. The wet heat of her mouth made you whimper, then she switched to the other breast lavishing it with the same attention. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while her fingers kept your soft heavy tits pressed close for her.
She pulled back just enough to admire them. Her eyes lingering on the slight difference in size. One was always a little fuller than the other. She loved that imperfection. It made her smile widen every single time. "My favorite thing," she whispered before leaning down again. This time she focused on the pretty brown of your areolas. The color was rich and warm. She had confessed once that it was her favorite shade in the whole world.
You remembered the way she would match it to her makeup. In the mornings she would carefully line her eyes or her lips with a soft brown that echoed the exact hue of your nipples. It was her little secret ritual. One that always left you flustered when she explained it out loud.
Earlier that evening you both wandered through a high end boutique together. Shoko was browsing through lipstick shades, warm rich tones of browns and reds, when another customer in the store asked her what color her lipliner was.
Shoko gave you a look of pure amusement before opening her mouth and uttering,“Oh its actually the color of my girlfriends ni-" before Shoko could finish the rest of that sentence, a small squeak escaped you and your hand raised up to give a sharp tug to her sleeve, making her laugh the rest of what she was saying, off.
God she almost said it so casually, and you went red in the face out of pure embarrassment. Shoko had a big smile on her lips and you pouted instantly, stammering something incoherent while she just chuckled.
The customer blinked in polite confusion but Shoko simply waved it off with a soft laugh. Her hand found yours right after and she tugged you along like nothing had happened. Yet the flush on your cheeks stayed warm all the way out the boutique doors.
Two minutes later she was dragging you toward the nearest bathroom stall. Her hand was firm around your wrist. The door clicked shut behind you both, and Shoko wasted no time, pushing you gently against the cool wall and kissing you stupid. Her mouth was hungry and insistent, tongue sliding against yours in deep licks that left your knees weak.
You could barely catch your breath when her lovely fingers were already slipping down into your pants, moving with practiced ease, unbuttoning and then hooking under the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit your sensitive skin for only a second before her fingertips found your twitching clit, rubbing slow circles at first, teasing, building you up till your cunt was slick and soaking her fingers.
"You get so wet for me so fast," she breathed against your ear. Her voice was full of affection and heat. She pressed harder now, fingers dipping lower gathering the slickness that was already dripping from you. She used it to glide back up and stroke your clit with perfect pressure. Your hips jerked forward chasing her touch, the sounds of your soft gasps filled the enclosed stall.
Shoko didn't let up. She kissed you again swallowing every little moan. Her free hand stayed at your chest squeezing and kneading the fat plush of your breasts while her fingers worked between your thighs. She loved how responsive you were, how your body trembled and soaked her hand. She circled faster, then slower. Drawing it out until you were a mess of whimpers and dripping arousal.
"Come on baby," she coaxed sweetly. "Let me feel you cum. Just once for me, right here pretty. I need it." Her fingers pressed and rubbed with expert care. The tension coiled tighter inside you, your thighs shook and she kept you pinned there with her body and her kisses until the pleasure crashed over you hard. You came with a muffled cry against her mouth. Wetness flooded her fingers and dripped down your thighs making an undeniable mess.
Shoko hummed happily and didn't pull away just yet. Instead she kept touching you through the aftershocks. Gentle strokes that prolonged the bliss. Her mouth moved back down to your breasts sucking softly on one nipple then the other. She worshiped.
When you finally caught your breath she kissed your forehead. "Good girl. But we're not done, baby. I can never get enough of you." Her eyes sparkled with that sweet possessive love as she helped fix your clothes just enough to get you both back home safely. The night was still young and Shoko had every intention of spending the rest of it buried between your plush curves making you cum again and again until you were utterly spent and glowing.
She was your sweet older girlfriend after all. And she lived for moments exactly like this.
In which: You realize your girlfriend’s roommates are together on the down low
To decompress from a long week of classes and work, you would find yourself hanging out with your girlfriend, Shoko during the weekend whether that be at your dorm room or at her shared apartment off campus which she shared with two of her guy friends.
This weekend, you opted for her place. The two of you spent Friday evening watching movies and smoking and fucking until you both fell asleep. Saturday morning, the two of you decided to get up early and make breakfast for her roommates to apologize for all the noise you kept up.
What you didn’t expect was to walk out of the room and see Gojo and Geto basically cuddled up on the sofa. You turned to Shoko.
“Aw, I didn’t know your roommates were dating!” You smiled. Shoko looked at you, then at the sleeping boys, then she laughed. “What is funny?” You raised an eyebrow.
“They are not. I think you’re just looking for double date partners, baby.” She chuckled, continuing her journey to the kitchen but you didn’t follow.
“You have to trust me on this, babe. This is exactly how we were in the beginning. And we couldn’t see it until it was right in our faces.” Shoko sighed, loving how insane you were sounding.
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Now come help me with breakfast.”
Shoko thought you’d drop this after a bit, but it had been a week and you were still determined. Of course you weren’t someone who’d just ask continuously if they were together— that was annoying, no— you were building a case.
You had classes with both Gojo and Geto. So you decided to work the room a little. You made sure to snag a seat beside Gojo.
Halfway through the boring lecture, you leaned in to Gojo. “So you and Geto, hm?” You said vaguely. He turned to you, his naturally amused expression amplified at your question.
“He’s a pretty cool guy.” That was simply not good enough. You shifted a little, thinking of a different approach to take.
“Well yeah he is. But I more-so meant, don’t you find him attractive? Like you personally of course because I have my Shoko.” You reminded him.
Gojo breathed out a laugh as he tapped his pen against the desk. “Yeah, something like that. Real arrogant though.” He said like it was a second thought. You nodded in defeat as you turned back to your professor.
“Shoko, it went horrible! Somehow Gojo was being nonchalant about it all!” You whined to your girlfriend, hiding your face in her lap. “Maybe I was wrong.” You whined.
Shoko found this utterly adorable. “Maybe you were. But it’s fine.” She assured you, it was not fine.
“It’s not, though! Who the hell does the gay ass shit they do and aren’t dating!?” Shoko hummed as if she was actually thinking about it. “No one, Shoko. No damn body.” You pouted. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Aw you poor baby, I hate seeing you so defeated.” Her tone was teasing and it aroused you more than it made you feel better.
“Whatever, Sho. I’m letting it go I guess.” You sighed, leaning further into her as she stroked your back tenderly.
“Good. Now we can move on.” She smiled. “Wanna smoke?” She asked, her pack of cigarettes spawning into thin air. You were already putting your shoes on.
Around a week later, Gojo asked you, Shoko, and Geto to join him in some hotpot. Of course you all knew he’d be paying so you said yes. As the four of you sat around each other eating or cooking your food, you noticed Gojo kept opening his mouth as if he had something to say but nothing came out. He also kept looking at Geto who was also glancing at him.
Instead, Geto initiated the conversation. “Uh, Satoru and I had something to say, if you guys would listen.” You and Shoko looked up, setting your chopsticks down or taking your meat out of the boiling stew.
“Go ahead.” Shoko urged, wanting to hear this so she could go back to eating. The both of them hesitated for a moment. “Spit it out!” Shoko sassed. You stayed quiet, having a feeling you knew what was going on.
“Well, uh, Suguru and I are… together.” Gojo admitted sheepishly, his hand going under the table to hold Geto’s. You squealed/screamed so loud half the restaurant turned to look at your table.
“I knew it! I knew it! Shoko was making me feel like I was INSANE!” Shoko couldn’t help but laugh, you looked insane.
Gojo scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I knew you were catching on so I had to throw you off.” You took a sigh of relief, you were never crazy and that was great to know.
“You’re always right it seems like, babe.” Shoko smirked, pulling you in closer to her. You smiled triumphantly.
“It’s time you all realize it.” You said oh so humbly as you picked up your chopsticks to resume eating.
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.”
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note been meaning to write for my wife for aaages, here she is <33
a/n: happy pride to all my fellow sapphics (and everybody in-between <33)
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Glass clinks against your nails as you absentmindedly wrap your hand around the stem of the bottle. Your apartment feels cosier like this, the world outside blocked out by your wine haze and the gauzy curtains, Shoko’s voice murmuring across to you as she happily sips her drink.
You sigh dreamily as the wine slips down your throat smoothly. “God, I’ve missed you, Sho.”
She laughs in response. “I missed you too, pretty. Blame Gojo for getting injured and making me stay late.” You roll your eyes theatrically, setting your glass down to softly trace the soft skin of her palm. “I still can’t believe you can just… do that with your hands. It’s amazing, Sho.”
She raises an eyebrow as her head tilts, shiny brown hair waterfalling over her shoulder, the skin exposed beyond her tank top. Her work clothes have long since been discarded into the wash, lab coat hung up inside the cupboard. “Oh? Tell me more.”
You know she’s only half serious, but the infliction in her tone makes you shiver. “Mmm…” your fingers keep tracing the lines on her hand. “And I love the way you don’t brag about it too much, either, you just do it. You’re so dedicated. And…”
Your reverence continues as your hands trail from her hands to her waist, Shoko’s glass of wine long forgotten beside yours as she lets the world go a little fuzzy around the edges. But not you, not as you crawl up on top of her and press your mouth to hers.
You’re loosely straddling her, thighs parted around her lap as gravity takes it’s course to allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. She’s pleasantly surprised, and the moan she lets out is enough to tell you; soft puffs of breath get caught between thirsty nips of your teeth.
Shoko kisses back, lips plump and a little stained from the wine as she sits up and looks at you expectantly. You lie one last kiss to her beauty mark then adjust yourself how she wants- how you know she wants, after so many reruns of this same routine. And yet, you never get bored.
You couldn’t get bored- it’d be impossible, when she lifts up her thigh between your spreads legs and grabs your hips to drag you forwards. A gasp slips out instantly as your clit presses to her smooth skin beneath the loungewear she’s sporting, floaty shorts that are probably yours anyway.
“You can do it.” She murmurs against your earlobe, trailing her hand from your hip to pull your bottom lip down. You’re already dazed as she touches you, messily rocking your cunt back and forth.
“That’s…” you breathe, head tipping forwards into her neck, “that feels nice.”
She laughs and the breath ruffles your skin, goosebumps springing up. “Mmm, I can tell.”
It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s referring to the damp spot on your panties, slick pooling frustratedly in the gusset as you fight for friction on her leg. It’s a good thing too, because you’re already dizzy from the wine and her touch isn’t helping.
Your girlfriend’s hands slide from your hips- they’re moving on their own now, bucking desperately- to pull your shirt away and toss it to the side. She grins, eyes heavy but no less reverent, as she lowers her mouth to kiss across the newly exposed flesh.
Your tits are spilling prettily from the bra cupping them, chest heaving as your hips stutter along her thigh. “Oh, fuck, Sho-“ you mewl, gripping her scalp when she wraps her lips around your nipple and tugs down the undergarment.
Maybe it’s her teeth on your skin or the way she lifts her thigh up to rub against your soaked skin. Maybe it’s the wine simmering in your bloodstream and the fuzziness of your eyesight. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been worked up since she uncorked the bottle with dexterous fingers and your mind drifted to them inside you.
“Ohmygod-“
Whatever it is, it makes your back curl outwards and shove your tits closer into her chest as the seam of your underwear catches justttt right and you cum on her thigh, legs shaking and your cheeks brightened.
“There you go.” She says lowly, proudly, pressing a final kiss to your marked-up tits and collarbone before drawing back to gently thumb your face; the action draws you back into consciousness, control of your own body, and you lean forwards to connect your tongue with hers.
It’s messy, to say the least. You’re still shaky and uncoordinated from your orgasm, aftershocks buzzing through you when she pinches at your nipple briefly; your whole body shudders, but her mouth coaxes you back to reality as you pull apart for air and gaze at her.
She’s so pretty. Her lashes are dark around her honeyed eyes, dusted with desire and adoration as her hands hold you. Shoko’s hair is mussed from your fingers, soft brown tangling around your palms as you gently lift her shirt away, too.
You giggle against her mouth. “Lie back.”
Her lips curl against yours. “Why should I?” She’s joking- her elbows are already turning, lowering her back against the comfy couch cushions as your fingers twist into the waistband of her shorts and gently shimmy them down her slender legs.
A trail of kisses is planted along her skin first, adoration bottled up in every slide of your mouth against her; her calves, thighs, hips- nowhere is exempt, and you can tell it’s working her up by the way she sighs and tangles her fingers in your hair.
“Don’t tease.” She mutters, although her voice is already strained. You smile, press one final kiss to her inner thigh, and clamp your mouth between her thighs. She moans breathily, and the sound makes you gasp into her in a cycle that only serves to make Shoko tremble above you.
Usually, she’s quiet anyway. But then it’s calculated silence, more like she’s deciding if the speech is worth her time or not- however, what you do to her is beyond the words she wouldn’t be able to choke out if she tried.
“Shit.” She breathes, rubbing soothing little circles on your scalp with her nails as you lick through the dampness flooding her skin. You’re enjoying this, having her collapse above you when your lips enclose around her clit and suck just a little on the right side of harsh.
“Sho…” you moan, pulling back enough to slide in two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty right now.”
Her hips buck upwards involuntarily, searching for the beautiful friction of your fingerpads against her insides; you twist and crook them in the way you know she likes, tongue carding across her clit, and the noise she makes is rewarding- to say the least.
It’s high and shattered, choked out between moans breathier than any others you’ve heard so far, mixed somehow with a little whisper of your name as you gaze up into her eyes.
You pull back, lips glossy with her until you swipe it away with your tongue. You’re as dazed as she is, body soft and naked above her as Shoko grips you up to rest on her skin. “Love you.” She murmurs quietly, legs tangling with yours on the couch as cushions fall ignored to the floor.
“Mm.” You agree lazily, kissing absentmindedly across her face. “Love you too, Sho. Have for a while.”
She laughs, tracing the curve of your back. “You didn’t finish your wine.”
You’re sitting back on your haunches to grab the bottle and refill your glass when you realise Shoko’s still staring at you. Her eyes are tracing the nakedness of your body, over the way your tits are marked up and your panties are nowhere to be seen- but she isn’t exactly doing it lustfully.
Of course, that makes up a little part of her obvious reverence- but it’s more the fact it’s you. That you’re both here like this, comfortable enough to fuck each other to orgasm and then go back to drinking wine, naked- like nothing happened.
She reaches for her glass and smiles around the rim.
𓏲 mom!shoko x reader she loves to praise you and pleasure you even when you don't want it
cw: incèst, noncon, praising
She has you pinned under her, you're bare, she's bare too. She's your mother. Her long and cold fingers toy with your hardened nipples, pinching them and making them red and puffy. Her free hand keeps your hands pinned above your head because you didn't stop hitting her and trying to get her off you.
Then her hand drifts lower and lower, grazes your stomach until it's close to your mound. "No!" you scream, trying to squirm away and shaking your legs.
"C'mon, darling. You're doing so well for me," Shoko whispers, getting closer to your face and giving a kiss to your cheek, you close your eyes, looking away. "You have no idea how pretty you look under me."
Your breathing is ragged, you're sweaty for all the squirming, but it's pointless. Your mom is stronger than you, she's always been.
"Open your legs, yeah? Would you do that for me?" she says, tapping your thighs, when you don't obey, she uses her muscular thighs to part them open. "What a pretty pussy you have. Did you let anyone but me touch it?"
"Stop! Please, mom!" you keep shouting and Shoko thinks she's going to have to gag you if you keep being so mouthy.
"Answer me," she says, her voice more rough and smacking your inner thigh.
You cry out of fear, a single tear running through your cheek.
"N-no," you answer. "I'm... I'm a virgin."
"That's my good girl," Shoko smiles, leaning to take one of your cute tits in her mouth and swirling it with her tongue.
"You-you don't have to do this, mom... please," you whisper, now that her hand is going back to your open pussy. But she's not listening to you, because when she touches your poor cunt, she clicks her tongue in disappointment.
"You're not wet, sweetheart," she says, shaking her head. "You have to be wet or you won't enjoy it."
You're closing your eyes now, head pressing down the pillow, just hoping for this to be over soon. Shoko leans back, dropping your hands and hoping you won't hit her again. And she's right, now you're not moving.
She presses her face close to your cunt, breathing you in before spitting right into your clit. "Ah!" you cry out, the sensation filling your body with stings.
Then with her fingers, she makes your pussy wet with her own spit. She uses her tongue too, making everything soft and wet for her fingers.
"Feels good, right?" She's not really waiting for an answer, because she can hear the breaths and whines you're trying to hide with your hand biting your mouth.
Shoko wants to make you cum soooo bad, she doesn't warn you when her finger circles your tight entrance, too tight even for her index. "You need to relax, baby." she tells you again, tapping your thigh. "Look at me."
You obey out of fear, looking down at her.
"Relax, I'm your mommy, I'm not going to hurt you," she reminds you, before she dives back, flicking your clit with her tongue.
The sensation would feel good if it was anyone but your mom, and when you breath out and your entrance relaxes it a little, Shoko takes the opportunity to insert one finger into you, your gummy walls swallowing it perfectly.
"Oh, you are made for this," she says, moving her finger inside of you, making you moan and whimper even if you don't want too.
"M-mom, feels weird!"
"Feels good, baby," Shoko corrects, kissing your clit before sucking it hard.
It only takes her a few more thrusts to make you cum all over her fingers, and she drinks up all your juices. Then, she kisses your clit one last time before taking your head and making you kiss her lips so you can taste yourself in her tongue.
"You're my favorite daughter, baby," Shoko says, tucking you naked in her bed.
You laugh despite yourself, you're her only daughter.
Slender fingers wrapped around your rolling hips, as she taps out her cigarette with her other hand. Any plans for getting work done have long since gone out the window by now. She hasn't even taken anything off, but you're stripped completely bare. Legs spread, and naked pussy sitting comfortably on the fat of her thigh, steadily leaving a small stain of wetness. Her fingers slide from your hips down, so her thumb can play with your clit. A shudder wracks your body. The last thing you want to do is alert anyone outside of her personal office, that you're fucking your boss.
I rarely see any Shoko x reader fics or imagines...
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.
karina’s such a loser for you it’s genuinely pathetic. stuttering when you get too close, blushing when you so much as look at her in a tight top. she’s got this whole awkward, shy thing going on: always adjusting her sleeves, chewing her lip, eyes darting away whenever you flirt. but you know the truth. you’ve seen the way she stares at your thighs like she wants to cry. how her hips twitch when you casually sit in her lap. how her cock bulges under her sweats, begging for attention, leaking through the fabric because she’s too scared to ask for anything more than a hug.
but tonight? tonight she’s so needy. you’re straddling her lap on your bed, grinding slow, and she’s trembling, whimpering, hands gripping your waist like she might fall apart. “i-i’ve never done this before,” she stammers, eyes wide, cheeks red, “but i think about it all the time. i think about you all the time.” you smile, leaning close, lips brushing her ear. “what do you think about, baby?” you whisper, rolling your hips again. her breath hitches. “fucking you,” she admits, barely audible. “making you feel good. being inside you. cumming in you. over and over.”
you pull her cock out and it’s huge. heavy, twitching, soaked in precum, way too big for someone so shy. you tease her at your entrance, and she whines— full-blown begging now, hips bucking. “please,” she pants, “please, i can take it, i need to feel you—” and when you finally sink down on her, slow and tight, she loses it. head thrown back, moaning like she’s never felt anything like this before (she hasn’t). “fuckfuckfuck— you’re so warm— i’m gonna cum already—” you ride her slow, praising her, calling her your good girl, your desperate little loser, and she just nods and cries and takes it.
but then something snaps. once she cums the first time— deep inside you, hips jerking, cock pulsing— she doesn’t stop. she flips you over, panting, pupils blown wide. “again,” she begs, pleads, voice low and wrecked. “need to fill you again.” and suddenly she’s fucking you rough, cock still hard, thrusting deep and fast, moaning your name like a prayer. “you feel so good— so good— i wanna live in you—” and you realize: shy, loser karina? she’s a big freak. a filthy, needy, pussy-obsessed freak who’s gonna fill you up until you’re crying.
you and winter were in the middle of having sex, her fingers deep in your cunt— when suddenly your phone rang. winter looked at you then your phone, she signaled you to pick up the phone “come on, answer the phone, baby,” you were a bit surprised by winter’s remark, “but winter you are deep in—“ “don’t let that stop you, the call might be important so go ahead,” she picked up your phone and gave it to you so you could pick the call up. you took the phone from her hand and answered it “hello..?” it was your friend calling you, asking if you wanted to hang out with her and some other friends, while you talked with her, winter still was fingers deep inside you, still fingering you. while you were in the middle of conversation with the friend, winter sped up her pace with her fingers making you moan quietly, you looked at her and she just smirked, “hello? _ is everything okay?” your friend asked, clearly hearing the moan. you blushed and hit winter's hand slightly and replied “yes..i’m fine don’t worry—“ as soon as you said that, winter started circling your clit and speeding up her fingers once again, going deep. you moaned again but a little louder now. you have covered your mouth, said quick goodbyes to your friend and hang up, “you didn’t want your friend to hear your moans, hm? didn’t want her to know that i’m fingering you? dirty girl..” winter chuckled, you were about to reply to her but she lowered herself down and started licking your cunt and circling your clit, not giving you a chance to speak. you just let out a wave of moans as she worked on you, you gripped her hair tightly when you were really close, winter moaned at grip you had on her, ”winter don’t stop— i’m so close please..” she listened to you and started circling your clit faster, you let out a few more moans before you came, she licked up your juices before getting up, kissing you softly and letting you taste yourself on her tongue. after winter pulled away, she smirked, “i’ll give you a bit time to recover, and then it’s your turn to pleasure me,” you looked at winter and chuckled “for the stun you pulled while i was talking with my friend, i should pubish you, you know?” winter also chuckled and rolled her eyes “you likes it though..didn’t you?” you slapped her arm slightly, still trying to get off your high,
men please do not interact, this drabble has only fem reader in mind.
labubu!shoko x fem!reader
SUMMARY: after spending too much money in a labubu, it's not the one you wanted! you're angry and pissed off, but what if the labubu you hated gets turned into a beautiful woman who's even more pissed off about you not wanting her?
cw: mdni, crack, obsessive shoko and reader is mean to her in labubu form, dubcon, bondage, nipple play
You stare with excitement at the box sitting in your passenger’s seat while you drive home after buying it. You’ve been waiting for those blind boxes to arrive at your closest shop, and now that you have it, you can’t wait to open it and have it hanging in your bag, it’s going to look super cute!
When you arrive at your house, you sit by the couch and start opening the box right there. It comes with a plastic opaque wrapper that when you open, you see… green. No, not green, this ugly shade of aquamarine. And the little plushie is a woman.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groan, rolling your eyes.
That stupid plushie was too expensive for what it is and you got your least favorite? It’s so unfair, the worst case scenario for you, literally. You see all the other options, with cute colors and cute faces. You really wanted the white-haired guy with the glasses, it would’ve complimented your bag perfectly.
“It’s so ugly, oh my god,” you whisper, touching the fake fur covering the plushie, you put it at your eye level, trying to find a good angle. But it’s just an average, brunette woman.
You toss the stupid plushie onto your bedroom floor the second you get there, not even bothering to find a spot on your shelf or bag. It lands face-down with a pathetic little thump, right in the corner near your dirty laundry pile.
“Ugh, what a waste,” you mutter, kicking it lightly with your socked foot for good measure. That aquamarine color looks even worse under your room light, all shiny and cheap-looking. Total scam.
You spend the rest of the evening scrolling on your phone, still grumpy, ignoring the little plushie. Eventually you crash into bed, pulling the covers over your head like maybe sleep will make the disappointment go away.
But in the middle of the night something feels off. A soft rustle wakes you up. At first you think it’s just your imagination, but then you feel pressure on your wrists. Your eyes snap open, heart already hammering.
There’s a woman right there, leaning over you in the dark. She’s beautiful in this glowing, unreal way. Long wavy hair, skin that looks almost luminous and she’s wearing this flowing aquamarine dress that clings to her curves like it was made from the same shiny fabric as that dumb plushie. Her fingers are quick and sure as she loops something silky around your left wrist, tying it to the headboard.
“What the fuck?!” you yelp, jerking hard against the restraint. Your right arm flies up to push her away but she catches it too, pinning it down with surprising strength. You thrash, legs kicking under the blanket, pure panic flooding your chest. “Get off me! Who are you?! This isn’t funny!”
She just smiles, soft and a little amused, like she expected this reaction. “Shoko.”
“WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” you scream out, yanking your hands hard enough your headboard creaks and your legs still kicking.
She’s faster, pining you down and straddling your hips. She’s on top of you now, there’s an unknown beautiful woman sitting on top of you. And it’s possible that she might be your labubu.
“My name is Shoko. Not stupid plushie. Shoko.”
You freak out even harder, thrashing side to side. “Get the hell OFF me! This isn’t happening, this can’t be real. I’m dreaming. I’m having a nightmare about that dumb Labubu I threw on the floor.”
“SHUT UP,” Shoko hisses, leaning down so close her hair falls around your face like a curtain. Her cheeks are flushed and there’s this desperate edge under all that rage. “Do you know how long I was stuck in that stupid box? Months maybe. Sitting in the dark, hearing people pick other ones, the cute boys, the pretty colors, everyone passing me over. Then you finally take me home and you look at me like I’m trash. You literally kicked me across your bedroom floor.”
Her fingers tighten on your shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. She’s breathing fast, she’s trying not to cry or explode or both. “I waited so long for someone who would actually want me. I thought when you opened that box you’d be excited. I was ready to be cute for you, to hang on your bag and make you smile every day. But no. You groaned and tossed me like I was nothing.”
You’re still panicking, chest heaving, eyes wide as you stare up at her. “Oh my god, what?” You stare at her deep brown eyes, there’s… there’s tears in them? “Please, just untie me. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you were... alive or whatever this is. Let me go and we can just forget this.”
Shoko shakes her head, angry tears shining in her eyes now. “No! You don’t get to throw me away and then ask nicely. I’m so pissed at you... I wanted to have fun with you! It’s not fair!” Her voice cracks a little on the last part, that desperation slipping through. She wipes her face with the back of her hand before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her. “You’re going to make it up to me, right?”
You pull against the ties again, voice cracking in fear and confusion. “What? Wait, how?”
“Look at me,” she says, still grabbing your face. “Do you really think I’m ugly?”
There’s a pout in her face, tears in her eyes and you would lie if you answer yes. Shoko, your plushie, is in fact one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. If your hands were free, you would grab her waist and rub her back.
“N-no! Of course not, Sh-Shoko.” You press your lips together, trying to adjust yourself but the weight of her pins you down. “I think you’re gorgeous.”
“You lie!” she snaps, smacking your shoulder with a sob.
“No! Shoko! I’m not lying, I can’t lie to pretty girls like you.”
Shoko hovers over you, her chest rises and falls fast as she stares down at your tied-up form. “Do you really want to have fun with me?” she asks, with a sad face. “Tell me yes or I swear I’ll lose it right here.”
You’re still breathing hard from all the freaking out, heart racing like crazy, but something in her tone and the way she’s looking at you makes the words slip out before you can stop them. “Yes,” you whisper, then louder, “yes, Shoko.”
Her eyes flash and she crashes her mouth against yours in a hard kiss. It’s not gentle at all. Her lips are hot and insistent, tongue pushing in, you moan into it, the sound muffled as she kisses you deeper.
Her hands move fast and rough. She grabs the front of your pajama shirt and rips it open with one strong tug, buttons flying somewhere across the room. The fabric tears easily under her fingers.
“Shoko, that was NOT necessary!” you tell her.
Before you can even gasp she yanks the rest of it off your shoulders, leaving your chest completely bare. Then she attacks your pants the same way, shredding them down the seams and tossing the pieces aside like they offended her.
“Yes, I can’t get you naked when you’re tied.”
“THEN UNTIE ME,” you insist.
“No!” she growls against your lips, sounding so eager it makes your stomach flip. She’s practically shaking with how badly she wants this. Her hands go straight to your tits, cupping them roughly at first, then squeezing and kneading. Her thumbs brush over your nipples, circling and pinching until they’re hard and sensitive.
You whine loud, back arching up off the bed as much as the ties let you. “Sho-Shoko… oh fuck!”
She keeps playing with them, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers while she kisses down your neck. Every touch makes you moan louder, your body twisting under her. You’re already turning into a babbling mess, words spilling out between shaky breaths.
“Please… Shoko, that feels— ahh— too much, I can’t—”
But she just smiles against your skin, desperate and hungry, squeezing your tits harder as she grinds her leg between your thighs. “You said yes, you have to take it.”
“Hah, feels… feels sooo good,” you whine, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.
Shoko pulls back from your tits, her face flushed and eyes wild with need. She sits up on your hips and yanks off her own aquamarine dress in one impatient tug, tossing it across the room. The fabric slides away and there she is, completely naked in front of you.
Your eyes go wide. You stare at her chest first. Smooth, perfect skin with no nipples at all, just soft curves. Then your gaze drops lower between her thighs. Nothing. No pussy, no folds, just blank, seamless skin where everything should be.
A shocked laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it. “What the fuck.” You laugh again, harder this time. Your body is still buzzing from how she played with your tits, but this is too much. “Shoko, you don’t have… you literally don’t have anything there. Are you serious right now? You’re hot as hell but you’re a fucking plushie down there too?”
Shoko freezes for a second, her cheeks burning red. The anger from before flares right back up, mixed with that desperate hunger. She leans down fast, grabbing your face with both hands so you stop laughing. “Don’t laugh at me!” she hisses, voice shaky. “I’ll make it work. I’ll make you feel so good you forget about it.”
She presses her smooth chest against your tits, rubbing them together while her hands go back to squeezing and pinching your nipples roughly. You whine loud, the laugh dying into a moan as she grinds her blank hips down against you anyway, eager and determined to have her fun no matter what. “You said yes,” she growls against your ear. “So shut up and let me fuck you.”
ಇ. “Older” Shoko Ieiri enjoys teasing “Younger” Reader with her smoking habits
Ever since settling in with Older .ᐟ Shoko Ieiri, you reinforced a strict household rule; Shoko absolutely could not smoke inside the house.
You were shivering in your timbers about having to clean up “smoker walls” or having the tobacco smell stick to your clothes. And with how often Shoko smoked, her and you could always be seen sitting outside on the small apartment balcony.
Today was no differen’t—besides the windy weather ragebaiting Shoko by turning lighting her cigarette into a game. You watch as Shoko’s eyebrows ruffed with concentration. The lighter would flicker a sunset color fire before disappearing quickly. When you snorted at her, Shoko looks up at you.
She smile handing over the lighter “help me, hun?” You grab the lighter as you motioned for her to come closer. She scooted her chair near you as you both leaned in.
Shoko watches intently as you cup your hand around the cig and lighter so than the wind wouldn’t blow the fire out. You open the lighter and watched as the cigarette tips turned into a angry red.
“That wasn’t so hard shoko…” you mutter watching her puff the smoke.
“I like watching you be helpful for once though” She says teasingly. “Meanie” You say sarcastically, cracking a small smile.
Silence falls upon you two before she taps her cig on the ash tray. A strong scent of tobacco admitting into the air.
“It smells..” you say blunty.
“Yeah?” She mutters, leaning closer.
“It smells nasty” Your nose twitch’s at the overwhelming smell.
“Nasty, huh” Shoko repeats like she heard that a million times already. (She has)
You pinch your nose together dramatically as Shoko looks up shaking her head, chuckling, and swatting your hand away. “It’s not hurting you—! It’ll be gone with this windy weather” Shoko says as her hand comes up, tilting your head slightly. You look at her in confusion—
But before you can comment, her lips softly crash into yours. You froze in even deeper confusion.
Shoko exhales.
That warm smoky scent immediately hits your nose, and you swear all your nostrils hairs died in that moment.
“Shoko—!” You say in a scolding, disgusted way. She grins mischievously, like her mission in life was competed. You cough lightly, making her pinch her nose in mocking response. “Ugh it smells soOoOo nasty” Shoko says with mockery.
“Gosh you’re making me nauseous” you say, but you’re laughing. She takes that as her green light to kiss you again. And this time you melt into her kiss, sharing that faint taste of smoke.
Her hand slides behind your head pushing you into a deeper kiss. For a moment you don’t mind that taste, infact you can get used too it.
As you guys pull apart, Ieiri licks her lips. “Don’t ever do that again.” Shoko smirks shrugging her shoulders “Mhm, you’ll still kiss me” The Jujutsu Sorcerer Doctor says with calm confidence.
And as hers truly, your lips meet together after 2 minutes.
