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hate sex w/ shoko (smut)

"destroy everything," analysis of maki and mai + oppressive structures in the zenin clan (sfw)

comforting shoko after geto's defection (hurt/comfort, sfw)

halloween surprise w/ shoko (smut)

crybaby reader x shoko (smut)

synopsis: angst & miscommunication sex with shoko content: angst, limited comfort, fingering (r! recieving), strap usage (r! recieving), edging, squirting, mastrubation (r! recieving), smut, smut, smut, lesbians yum, avoidance

you're starting to crack. it's been days of buzzing overhead lights and distant touches. she said you could have her whenever you wanted--however you wanted. "i'm yours," she said it three days ago, the words tumbling out as easy as a "good morning."

what good was having her whenever you wanted if you were stuck without her touch? your left alone with flimsy fingers rushing in and out of your cunt, squealing sloppily with every desperate thrust you can muster.

"i'm yours."

she had said you could have her if you asked, like it was easy to ignore the thorny rings of shame curling in your stomach and ask for her to fuck you open on a piece of silicone.

the thought of her strap has your fingers rushing to circle your clit impossibly faster, and your orgasm comes at an anticlimactic peak. your sheets are damp with cum and sweat, and you still don't have exactly what you want.

you're sure she'll come to you. she's patient, yeah, but she's always been the one to intiate. she must know you're completely clueless. yeah. she'll come to you. you're sure.

you knock on her door loud. loud like loud-enough-to-purposefully-wake-your-neighbors-so-you-better-open-up-right-now-unless-you-want-a-noise-complaint-at-dawn loud.

you're confident. a little buzzed because of the 2 or 3 glasses of wine you had been nursing last night, but still soberish. still confidentish.

then the door cracks open.

shoko's eyes are curious. the deep brown irises drag across your figure before pausing at your lips.

"can i help you?"

"well..."

you hadn't thought this far.

"well?" her brow raises.

looking behind you, and then left and right to confirm the coast is clear, you stumble into her apartment. you toss your arms around her neck with what little courage you can conquer up, and smush your lips against hers.

and, for a second, it works. it's awkward and rushed, but she locks the door with her lips still against yours. when she's done, she has you pressed flat against her front door.

"fuck, i missed you," she mumbles, moving down to kiss your neck.

"i missed you too sho."

her attack on your neck immediely stops and she cranes her head to look toward you.

"say that again?" you flush at her request, but secretly bask in the submission you think she's forcing on you.

"...i missed you too?"

shoko sniffs your breath and your heart sinks to the murky depths of your stomach.

"are you fucking drunk?" she takes a step back, her face immedietly dropping.

"no, no, no. i had some wine a couple of hours ago, but i'm sober, i swear," you shake your head defensively, your face still flushed and your chest still heaving. your lungs don't have the time to fill up on air before she continues, "go take a fucking shower. jesus christ."

she pinches the bridge of her nose and suddenly you feel smaller than you ever have. you didn't mean to hurt her. or embarass yourself. opening your mouth, you find there's nothing to say. you turn around and reach to unlock the door.

"the fuck are you doing? shower here, not at home. you think i'm letting you drive?"

you feel your body go hot with embrassment, which seems to be a reoccuring theme of the night.

when you get out of the shower and shuffle into her bedroom, you see shoko's already picked out a pair of your underwear alongside one of her t-shirts and shorts for you. if there was a way to leave without her noticing, you would have been gone 10 minutes ago, guarteed. facing her after kissing her wine-drunk? this was material for a cruel nightmare.

you leave her bedroom smelling of her. it's shoko, shoko, shoko. from the smell clinging to your damp hair to the scent of the oversized t-shirt she studies in. you are surrounded by her.

then you are really surrounded by her. she's sprawled across the couch, scrolling on her phone. you don't think she's noticed you, and you wonder if she'd hear the door unlock if you tried to sneak out right now. no, that would be too cruel. you've hurt her enough tonight.

"hey," you mumble it quietly.

like a cat, her head swiftly shoots up and she seems borderline startled that you entered the room unnoticed.

"come sit."

like her word is carved into stone, your limbs are comanded to move accordingly and sit at a safe distance from her. not too close. you are already on thin ice.

her eyes, still big and brown and full of something you are afraid to name, watch you steadily as you scoot away from her. she thinks, this is the problem.

"how do you feel?"

you pause to think, "better. sober."

shoko decides to spare you tonight, "good."

silence washes over the both of you. you curl up into yourself, arms caging your torso and protecting your too feeble heart.

shoko sighs. there's not a hint of disappointment in her breath, but concern blooms with the rise of her chest.

"no, none of that. come here."

she opens her arms to you from the opposite end of the couch. like a flower bending toward the sun, you crawl toward her and bury your face in her side. you think you have never felt so sorry. so embarassed. so ashamed.

her lanky fingers find their way into hair, combing out the knots in your tangled ends whilst nursing the lump in your throat. she's spoon feeding you affection, yet the words still can't form in the hot confines of your mouth.

"i want you."

so, you take it. when you push yourself off of shoko, she brushes brunette strands out of her face. she thinks you might try and leave out of sheer humiliation and begins to plan; concoting the perfect string of reassurace to keep you with her.

shoko can't tell you're hungry until you're on top of her. she's contemplating your leaving and then you're kissing her feverishly. she allows you to kiss her cheeks and neck, swiftly making way to her collarbones.

once you cup her breast she scoots away, out of breath.

"up."

she says it between ragged breaths and stands, then looks to you; waiting.

slowly, you rise.

then, she takes you by the arm and leads you toward the bedroom you know all too well.

shoko's eyes flutter as the purple silicone grinds roughly against her clit. this could all be over if you'd be good and do as she asked.

"you gonna ask for what you want now?" the command loses it's edge when she whimpers, but you both know that's not why you're shaking your head no.

"fine. no cumming for you then."

with that, she forces your face deeper into the pillow you lie on. her breasts are slick with sweat and pressed firmly on the small of your back. the quickening rythm of her hips, burying the strap to the hilt, is almost enough to send you over the edge. as her nipples stiffen against your back, you almost beg her to let you finish.

then she pulls out. the immediate loss of her strap against your g-spot has you in tears. shoko leans forward, sloppilly allowing the tip of her tongue to lick the salty tears straight off your cheeks. you clench tightly at that, and rut your hips backward in search of friction.

"oh, where are you going? only good girls who ask for what they want get dick."

you whimper desperately, still trying to chase her strap.

"sorry. closed mouths don't get fed, baby."

her strap, now completely out of you, has you unfairly empty. you roll over, your back against the firm cushion of the mattress.

you huff, mustering up the little courage you have.

"....please."

shoko rubs little shapes on your thigh as a reward, her thumb dangerousy close to your clit.

"please, what?"

"please touch me..."

shoko guides her thumb to your clit, the tips of her index and middle finger kissing against your cunt.

"keep going. where do you want me?"

you stay quiet, hopeful she'll be kind. but when her hand starts to shift away, you decide to push your pride to the side.

"inside."

finally pumping her fingers inside, shoko praises, "that's a good girl."

with each plunge of her lengthy fingers inside of your squelching cunt, your back arches off the bed. shoko's thumb circles your stiffened clit, her fingers curling inside of you. the careful bend of her fingers has a pressure blooming in your lower stomah.

"w-w-wait, sho, no! it's gonna be a mess."

hearing your whines, shoko speeds up, pushing you towards your release. you squirt around her fingers in gentle spurts, coating them in a sheer coat of cum. shoko allows you to ride out your orgasm, fingers stilling inside of you. when your breatheing evens, she slowly drags them out.

before mai dies, she decides to take both her and maki's cursed energy into this afterlife. this allows maki's cursed energy to reach zero, thus allowing her to achieve heavenly restriction similarly to toji.

i believe that mai did this intentionally with that exact goal in mind. before dying, mai says, "please destroy everything. and i mean everything, big sister."

we know that maki would go on to eliminate the zenin clan, but i think it's super interesting to take note of how she does so and her ability to respect mai's final wish in the process.

maki eliminates most of the zenin clan, and then seeks out her mother. maki's mother gave birth to two daughters, one of whom does not have a cursed technique + very limited cursed energy and the other with a limited understanding of their cursed technique + no notable amounts of cursed energy.

let's put maki's mother and her disdain for maki into context. toji was deemed as a failure by the zenin clan because he had no cursed energy and no cursed technique, thus leading his mother to commit suicide out of dissapoint/shame. considering she gave birth to two daughters, neither of which are recognized by the zenin clan as overly powerful, we can assume that maki and mai's mother held similar sentiments of shame and dissapointment. these feelings are amplified through the misogny perpetuated by the zenin clan (showcased primarily through naoya), as a woman's duty in the clan is essentially to birth powerful children. in the eyes of the zenin clan, maki's mother failed.

before murdering her mother, however, maki allows her to finish off naoya. why is this? maki could have easily killed him herself, after all.

i personally believe that maki allowed her mother to kill naoya to "destroy everything," as mai had asked. destroying the zenin clan means murdering the members, yes, but also dismantling and disregarding their misognystic values and hiearchy. in allowing her mother, who is deemed a failure in the eyes of the zenin clan, to kill naoya, the overly-glazed golden child, maki is destroying the stern hierarchy of the zenin clan.

this is highly debated, but i personally believe both mai and maki were likely sexually abused by naoya. at the very least, however, we can agree they noya physically abused and bullied the sisters. given their history, maki deeply resents naoya and aspires for revenege of some sort. in ignoring her own desire for revenge, and allowing her mother to kill naoya, maki argues that revenege is not the most important matter at hand. this is an act of kindness and pity toward her mother. values like pity and kidness were disgarded by the zenin family, as we saw the cruelty that toji endured.

synopsis: comforting shoko after geto's defection content: hurt/comfort, f! reader, mutual pining, situationship word count: idk yet

geto's defection, in all honesty, hurt you about as much as it surprised you. he hadn't been looking good since riko died. he was quieter, joked less, and he had lost a considerable amount of weight. you would hesitste to call geto a best friend, but even you could tell the boy looked unwell. so, when gojo told you that he had "allegedly" murdered an entire village, your first thought was really? geto—the boy who lends me his erasers—murdered his family? well, fuck.

you were a little surprised to hear he went and did something so extreme, but to say you were in disbelief would be a lie. so, while gojo was mourning the loss of his close friend, you were (embarrassingly) hurt that you received the news from gojo himself rather than shoko. what good is a best friend if not to share secrets and information? then again, as of late, you and shoko have been teetering away from friends and leaning into something far more intimate. and that's ignoring the fact that shoko is probably in shambles herself. here shoko is mourning her best friend's psychological ruin whilst you contemplate why she didn't come find you; tell you what happened, cry to you, anything.

you consider the nature of your friendship (crush? relationship? what do you call friends who sometimes kiss and always hold hands?) while looking for her—well aware that your childish hurt is incomparable to the grief she and gojo are enduring.

when her dorm is empty you get anxious. she's not with gojo, she's not in her room, and she's allergic to answering her phone (as per usual).

you wobble to the bridge stretching across jujutsu tech's river in a poor attempt to ground yourself. shoko is gone and geto has defected and you don't care about anything aside from finding shoko. you think you might be terribly selfish. the guilt slithering throughout your veins nips at your stomach, which is now churning with discomfort. when you see someone leaning against the oak railing, smoke surrounding their figure—you know who it is. the knots in your stomach suddenly straighten, and you catch your breath for the first time since gojo broke the news.

walking to join her, you lean your weight against the wooden railing and begin,

"i found you."

she smells like smoke and musk, you think you faintly smell jasmine or some floral underneath the musk of her cigarettes. it smells like your body wash.

shoko exhales through her nose, her eyes shut. she puffs out a cloud of smoke.

"i guess you did."

your brows pinch together. shoko never (willingly) ventures into what's murky. she avoids pain both physically and in casual conversation. she might as well be the face of avoidance itself, you think. after a beat of silence, you ask the most important question.

"are you okay?"

eyes still closed, shoko taps her lit cigarette against nothing. ashes of tobacco drizzle into the river below your figures, laying flat atop your reflections.

shoko thinks it's just like you to ask if she's okay. you don't know if it's true, if suguru actually killed hundreds of innocent women and children, and she knows you don't care. you might pretend to, for her sake or to seem not insane. but you're wholly fixated on her well being. and carefully cracking her open, like an egg against a frying pan.

"yeah."

she says it dismissively. you frown while her eyes flicker open, meeting yours. you nod your head, ushering her to continue. shoko thinks you're approaching her from a cautious distance, like she's a stray cat you long to stroke. kindly, she decides to close the gap,

"i mean, not okay. but okay, right?"

you soften your brows, a silent thank-you-for-opening-up-even-if-it's-not-much.

"right."

where satoru or suguru would joke and banter, you leave space for her to open up.

"i don't know if i believe it."

"that he did it?"

she shrugs.

"yeah, i mean—it's suguru, our suguru."

you hum in thought. you believe geto did everything gojo says he did. you don't fault shoko for her obvious denial. she was always closer with geto than you were.

she closes her eyes and tucks her cigarette back into her puffy lips, folding her arms on the railing of the bridge you stand on.

you take a step closer to her, and your touch on her back is familiar. her skin prickles at the warmth of your thumb as you trace mindless shapes on her back before running your hand up to her jaw.

you tuck her short hair behind her ear slowly. shoko knows you're taking your time with her. she thinks, you always do.

she blinks her eyes open and flicks her cigarette into the river. for once, you don't lecture her. that's how she knows you're afraid. not of her, but for her.

she wants to reassurace you, but when she puffs out smoke her mouth remains closed.

"you don't have to say anything. it's fine."

shoko laughs. you can't tell what's so funny. maybe she's entertained by the borderline parental role you've taken on. you contemplate what exactly to do, what to say, what to feel, when your shoulder dips with a foreign weight. still stood side to side and leaning against the bridge's railing, shoko's head now rests on your shoulder. underneath the scent of your very body wash, is a scent unqiue to shoko. her hair and skin. the scent is intoxicating and unique to her. you feel dazed.

you start, "did you shower in my dorm?"

"yes. is that okay?"

"of course it is. you can do whatever you want."

your response comes far too quickly, almost dissmive.

"i mean, when it comes to me. you can do whatever you like. i like everything you do."

it's shoko turn to hum and contemplate the weight of your words. she considers what you would do if she turned to you and cupped your cheek. then slapped you. the urge is nonexistent, but she thinks you would smile and ask her to trace the sting with the tips of her fingers. you might ask her to do it again.

she's always loved that about you. when eating lunch with you, you sometimes pause. fork held midair, you are utterly entranced as shoko eats. you really do mean it. whatever she does, you like it. you find entertainment in the way she swallows water, your eyes following the bobbling of her neck. when studying, she can count on you to follow her movements carefully and synchrocize the rise of your chest to the rise of her own.

tapping her cigarette against the air, shoko allows another round of tobacco ash to adorn your reflections in the river below.

she thinks that—with you—she might be able to survive this.

hope you enjoyed this post! i'm trying to branch out from nsfw & smut, lol. so if you have any non nsfw reqs for shoko, let me know!! i want to expand my portfolio so i can start doing commissions, so please let me know what characters you might be interested in seeing. esp from jjk! i'm pretty comfortable with shoko, but i want to branch out to toji and geto. it's kind of stressful though, because i want to have a really good understanding of their respective characters.

sfw= ꩜, nsfw= ❀, comfort= ☼, fluff= ☁︎, angst= ☾

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⤿ jujutsu kaisen

જ⁀➴ ♡ analyses & thoughts

"destroy everything," eliminating oppressive structures in the zenin clan

જ⁀➴ ♡ shoko ieiri

long fits:

coming soon...

drabbles:

cuddling with shoko ꩜

cry baby reader + overstim & dacryphilia with shoko ❀☼

halloween sex with shoko ❀

comforting shoko after geto's defection ꩜☼☾

series:

nicu nurse reader's first time meeting ob/gyn shoko ꩜☁︎

nicu nurse reader hooking up with ob/gyn shoko in an on call room ❀

જ⁀➴ ♡ fushiguro toji

coming soon...

જ⁀➴ ♡ geto suguru

coming soon...

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જ⁀➴ ♡ hayakawa aki

coming soon...

જ⁀➴ ♡ quanxi

coming soon...

fantastic, duh! always happy to feed my fellow shoko lovers. im thinking i might write something for shoko + utahime soon 😇

drabble: thinking abt halloween sex with shoko

content warning: f! reader x f! shoko, semi-clothed dry humping, mommy kink (reader calls shoko mommy), overstim (reader receiving), praise (reader receiving), soft dom shoko, everyone is a switch, shoko talking you through it, pleasure dom shoko, sex toys (butt plug + rabbit vibe), face sitting, costumes (r! dresses up as a bunny lol), lube, etc.

you’ve been with eaters before. girls, all kinds, who are eager to get their mouths on you and won’t let up until your face is smushed into a pillow damp from your drool. still, with the way shoko touches you, you wonder if they were ever really eaters. they probably were, but shoko just takes ‘munch’ to a different level.

it started with shoko on her back, completely bare aside from the lace panties she had on. grinding your naked pussy against the lace shielding her stiffened clit, shoko's larger hand gripped the fat of your ass, bouncing you down harder.

everything felt warm.

when she props herself up on one of her elbows and begins to suckle on your tits, you whine out, "ahh—sho, 's hurts."

she starts to nibble whilst thrusting up with a force unique to her, and continues to grind against you whilst popping her spit ridden lips off your sore breast, dark eyes meet yours.

"fuckkkkkk, course it does. look at—hah—you, all red," she pauses between moans, leaning down to peck at your puffy beasts.

"nipples all swollen, too. im just taking care of my baby, yeah?"

you nod. it's all you can do. you've been grinding against her for how long? hours now? you're painfully close, the build up finally catching up to you. but you can't finish. not until you've asked.

"i-i can't hold it. please, i need to cum."

she looks to you with glassy eyes, and in between gasps she moans out, "i got you, just let it out. let go for your mommy."

hands tangling in long brown hair, you whine as shoko starts to fist the fat of your ass cheeks.

with a particularly harsh squeeze, you're folding on top of her.

literally. suddenly leaning on top of her, shoko kisses your spit covered breasts and forces you to ride her through your first orgasm of the night.

when you come down, she doesn't stop. your clit is engorged, and flaming hot. it's never been more sensitive, and with each bounce against shoko's pussy your tits are slapping against your skin.

shoko is loud underneath you, with the two of you crying out and moaning in sync.

you slot your hips hard against hers, and kiss her whilst rolling her pointed nipples in between your fingers.

pushing through the sensitivity is worth it, because she's moaning into your mouth and wetting your thighs almost immediately.

shoko breaks the kiss to catch her breath, and you slow your hips to help her through the high.

after a minute of her labored breaths, she laughs out, "thank you sweet girl, you're so good to me."

now. you should tell her now.

leaning up, you sit on her sex. your breasts are cold having pulled away from hers, and your nipples pebble as you look down to your hands in shoko's lap. your neck somehow feels hotter, and your mouth closes after you try to speak.

eyebrows furrowing in concern, shoko props herself up once again to rub your knee soothingly.

"something wrong baby? was that too much?"

"no, no, no. that was great, you were perfect. s' just..."

your stomach flips when she raises a brow, still rubbing your knee she presses, "what, baby? you need to use your words. i'm no mind reader y'know."

flooded by guilt, you reveal your cards.

"i have a gift for you."

you peak up from your folded hands to see her brows relax.

smiling, she laughs out, "awe baby, how sweet. do you want to show me?"

you nod, and move your hands to either side of shoko's head to lift yourself off her—and to shoko's superise, the bed entirely.

you scurry off to your shared closet, and bend over to pick up a metal cookie container in the corner. you glance over your shoulder to meet shoko's gaze, and blush when you see her leaning on her side with her hand holding her head. worse, you see her making eye contact with your naked ass.

shyly, you quickly stand up and turn to face shoko.

looking from her to the cookie tin in your hands, you announce, "i need to get it ready in the bathroom."

"okay, baby. mommy will be waiting right here."

smiling, you run to the bathroom and open up your secret. you slide into the lingere with ease, blushing at your reflection. the lacey one piece covers just below your tits, and has intricate straps lacing around them. it's almost embarrassing—how they jut out—but shoko would love it. almost more than the fishnets stopping above your knees, and the garters connecting to your lace panties with slits cut out for your ass and pussy. you're wet thinking about shoko's reaction. how would she touch you? what would she say?

you keep those thoughts in mind while dipping your fingers into the tray and opening a bottle of lube, imaging the artificial wetness to be shoko's. you lean on your front against the bathroom sink and arch your back while prodding a singular finger into your ass. shoko hadn't fingered you tonight. you were still tight as ever. your nondominant hand snakes around to your clit, rubbing to ease the sting. thoughts of shoko in bed, maybe touching herself while waiting for you, eases the pain.

experimentally, you slide the finger out before launching it back in. you let out a wail. you introduce a second finger and scissor open your tight asshole, your other hand still rubbing tight circles on your clit. pausing momentarily, you grab the cotton tail and drench it in the same lube plugging your asshole. slowly, you push the silicone rabbit tail inside of you with little discomfort. with the rabbit ears headband to conclude your little surprise, you tip toe back to the bedroom with a remote in hand.

before knocking on the door, you hear a little buzz. you get hot thinking about shoko pleasing herself. then, before your hand meets the door, shoko calls out.

"ahh, fuck come on in baby."

so you do. shyly, you lock eyes with her and walk up to the bed. shoko is sprawled out on her back, your shared rabbit vibrator (how fitting) between her legs.

upon the sight of you, she let's out a long groan.

"see how much i missed you? and then you come back looking like a little bunny. are you trying to kill me?" shoko let's out a breathless laugh, in disbelief her shy baby could be so filthy all on her own.

you grin, a sudden wave of confidence washing over your form, "i could never, nobody fucks me like you."

sneakily putting the remote connected to your plug on top of your nightstand, you crawl in between shoko's legs and grip her hand holding the toy. the vibrations are low.

upon the realization, you smile.

"you didn't wanna finish without me?"

"can't, hnnnn, without you."

letting go of the vibrator, handing the power to you, shoko shakes her head breathlessly.

squeezing her thigh, you start to move the rabbit again. shoko's head thrashes to the side, and slick pools outside the toy. you thrust it into her harder, experimentally, and continue with her pleas.

"yes, bunny, yesyesyesyes—" her jaw goes slack when you up the toy's suckling on her clit.

her eyes widen, and suddenly, she's coming undone around the toy.

you cease the vibrations, and as she looks to you, you quietly reach over the nightstand and grab the remote you had secretly placed minutes earlier. in one motion, you turn so your ass is facing her head and command her, "turn it on."

you don't see it, but shoko freezes all together. the globes of your ass in her face, and a little white cotton tail nestled in between. shoko turns on what she assumes is a vibrating bug plug, and you falter.

"shiiiiiiiiiiit—wait ahh,"

before you can ask what she's doing, shoko is forcing you onto her face. the tip of her pointy nose meets your clit, and her tongue kitten licks along the wet of your velvety walls.

you thank god for the slits in your underwear.

grinding your weight on top of her face, you snake your hands to tweak with your hardening nipples.

the scene is filthly. you are both soaked in sweat, lube, and each other's wetness. your ass is slapping against shoko's face, and her moans are vibrating your pussy while the plug vibrates inside of your tighter hole. your nipples, still sore from riding shoko earlier, continue to clap against your torso. you moan out while squeezing them lightly, and continue when shoko starts to suckle on your pussy like she would a straw.

"fuck, mommy, moremoremore."

upon your pleas, shoko inserts her lengthy tongue inside of you. without thinking you pull away, suddenly overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue—but find you cannot move because her hands are wrapped around your upper thighs.

what you don't see is the small remote in shoko's fist. you can certainly feel it as shoko forces the vibrations in your puckered hole to increase, the vibrations becoming quicker and tighter.

you wail, and tears begin to stream down your cheek as shoko fucks her tongue into you at a pace matching the plugs vibrations.

every possible area on your body is being stimulated, and when shoko drops the remote to start her attack on your clit you come undone. without warning, your releasing into her mouth and spraying her cheeks in globs of milky white cum. shoko eats you through it, and does not let up as you plead.

"wait 'm so, fuck, sensitive."

through your tears you see shoko clenching her thighs. through your own stimulation, you lean over shakily and hold the rabbit vibrator back to her clit. flicking it onto the highest possible vibration, shoko finishes shortly after you with a pant

you let her lick you through it, and squirm on her face while she palms your ass. with a light tap, you climb off of and lie next to her.

the room is silent aside from your heavy yet synchronized breaths.

with her eyes closed, shoko whispers "give me 5 minutes because i'm not done."

18+

drabble: pervy shoko and her crybaby gf

cw: dacryphilia, toy usage (vibrator), overstim, squirting, pervy shoko is a warning itself tbh

shoko loves you. so much. like any loving girlfriend, her eyes soften when you run into her arms with teary eyes. through sniffles and unsteady breaths, you explain you saw a dead cat in an alleyway on your walk home. shoko melts.

she tries to talk you down, reminding you that the stray is in a better place (she doesn’t believe this and doubts you do either) and such is the way of the world. despite her best efforts, she somehow manages to make you cry harder, with your quiet tears quickly morphing into small sobs. shoko takes it in: your smaller frame shaking in her hold, your pinkish tear stained cheeks, puffy red lips, and eyes glassed over.

she hates that it turns her on. she tucks your head into her chest to comfort you (conveniently, it also hides the massive grin spread across her face) and smoothes your hair while rubbing mindlessly shapes into the small of your back. you’re soooo wrecked and she hates herself for finding it hot. don’t get mad at her, though!!!! she feels so so guilty!!!!

she makes it up to you by pulling your face away from her chest, your blown eyes to meeting hers. her core aches as she rubs her slim hand back and forth above your knee. when she offers to help you forget all about what you saw, give you something else to cry about, you have a hard time passing up the offer. she’s always been like this: steady and anticipating each and every one of your needs.

it’s embarrassing sometimes, how well she cares for you. ruffling your hair and packing your lunches before dropping you off to work, you sometimes feel like a young girl relying on her mother or father. sure, you feel guilty about taking up so much of her time, but it’s only because you could never understand how she lives to take care of you. shoko thrives in your attention, and basks in the little ways you need her. even if it makes you shy, actually, especially if it makes you shy. because it really comes down to two questions: if she isn’t taking care of you, what kind of girlfriend would she be? who else would take care of her little crybaby?

that being said… shoko feels at peace, devouring the state of you. excessive tear streaks staining your cheeks, lips swollen larger than when you had just come home, and eyes glassed over just how she likes. when you start trying to shut your knees, shoko knows you’re close (she knows how sensitive her little crybaby is). the humming of the vibrator picks up as she turns the intensity up a couple notches, throwing you over the edge. you yelp when shoko holds your legs open and keeps the head of the wand still against your twitching clit, and you writhe around against the sheets, unable to close your legs and pull away from the pleasure she’s spoon feeding you. the way she loves and coddles you is just in her blood.

shoko coos when she sees the steady tears streaking down your cheeks as you finally release a stream of clear slick, squirting over the wand and her fingers. she’s so proud, and she tells you so while she rubs a damp cloth against your sex as you sip on some water. her stomach flips at the sight of you, happy to see her sweet baby content and tearing up from pleasure.

ugh she’s just such a sick perverted lover girllllll. she’s so obsessed with you.