mdni: your birthday wish is to hook up with suguru geto and shoko leiri

pairings: shoko x suguru are dating. fem reader x shoko x suguru

cw: threesome (male, female, female), vaginal fingering, masturbation, making out, dominant shoko, submissive reader, nipple play, overstimulation, girl x girl scissoring, choking

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you couldn’t contain your excitement the whole walk back to your friends apartment. maybe your awkward confession was about to pay off.

you’re familiar with their apartment, it felt like a second home to you. it was dimly lit, and you slipped your shoes off.

you clear your throat, “so… does this mean you two are gonna, what, i don’t know, agree to have sex with me?” you question.

they take their shoes off too. suguru lets out a laugh.

“y/n,” suguru purrs. “you don’t know how long we’ve both wanted you”

they… what? me?

your heart stops. you’re so excited you feel dizzy.

“both of you? for how long?” you glance between them both.

shoko smiles “well, you already know we fell in love first, and we’ve been dating for a while. our relationship is very serious, but, when you came along, we both started to notice you. and… then we’d talk about you to each other, almost every night”

suguru adds “and then we all got closer, and shoko and i just wanted you even more. you probably thought you were the only one to notice, but you know- we noticed you too. the way you’d look at us both. the way you made sure to always pay us both an equal amount of attention” he pauses, sitting down on the couch. “the way you’d tense up whenever we caught you watching us hold hands or kiss”

shoko chuckles at his words, and then adds “we aren’t blind you know? what makes you think satoru’s dumbass could tell but not ours”

right.. of course.

you sit down beside suguru on the couch. you hear shoko fumbling around in the kitchen. she returns with a slice of the cake she made you on a plate. she sits down on the other side of you. she cuts off a piece of the cake with the fork.

“you didn’t try the cake i made you” she pouts.

she holds the fork right by your lips. “try”

you feel heat pool in your stomach. you close your mouth over the fork, taking the cake into your mouth and swallowing it.

you hum, “it’s delicious sho-“

she sets the cake down on the table in front of you, and cups your chin.

“can i try?” she whispers in her sweet tone.

you nod, a little too fast.

she leans in, and presses her thin lips against yours. your body goes still. she brushes her tongue against your lips and you open your mouth, letting out a soft whine as her tongue tangles with yours.

suguru shifts on the other side of you, watching with dark eyes. he palms himself through his pants, which were becoming too tight for him.

“fuck” suguru groans.

you let out a soft moan at suguru’s groan, you were so overstimulated already. you didn’t know who to pay attention to.

shoko climbs on your lap, straddling you. you give her ass a squeeze, and she moans. you buck up into her.

you’re too distracted by making out with shoko to notice that suguru has his cock out, and he’s stroking himself.

shoko softly kisses down your neck.

you throw your head back, eyes heavy lidded. her fingers brush over your shirt.

“can i take this off?” she looks down at you.

you nod. “take all of it off” you respond.

she undresses you, and herself. your eyes go wide as your eyes roam over her body. she’s so fucking beautiful. you run your hand over her side, feeling her curves. you bite your lip.

“c-can i?” you ask, looking at shoko and then over at suguru, you wanted his permission too. they both give a nod.

you bring your hand down in between shoko’s thick thighs and she shivers. you press your finger right over her clit, rubbing in quick circles. she moans, throwing her head back. suguru moans in response, just from watching the two of you. he reaches over, grasping your breast and tugging at your nipples. you moan, finger moving faster over shoko’s swollen clit.

“fuck y/n” shoko whines.

you slip your fingers inside her, curling them towards her belly button. just right at that spot you know feels the best. from self experience.

she cries even louder, pulling at your long hair. suguru slips his long fingers down into your wet folds, earning a loud gasp from you. your slick all over his long fingers as he pumps them in and out of you. you feel your eyes roll back.

jesus.

your fingers stutter inside shoko as you cry out “mm-mm suguru- gonna come” your walls tense around his fingers, sucking him in even deeper.

all three of you, pathetic and moaning in pleasure.

you and shoko come together gasping for air.

but you weren’t done yet.

“shoko, i need your pussy please…” you beg, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. you glance over at suguru begging for his approval.

“please? can i have her pussy… need to feel it on mine”

suguru groans. his voice deeper than before “it’s your birthday baby, you can have what you want tonight. but don’t forget about me over here”

you feel a bit guilty, you weren’t really paying attention to him right now. but you wanted to make sure shoko got the attention she deserved before you moved on to suguru. he probably knew that.

“promise i’ll help you out right after” you were so obedient for the both of them. you would do anything they asked.

shoko grasps your thigh, lifting one of your legs up onto her shoulder and slotting herself between your legs.

“gonna scissor you baby. can you be a good girl for mommy?”

you nod. “yes mommy, please please sit your pussy on mine. i need it so bad”

shoko has a smug look on her face. she lowers herself down even further. your cunt pressed against hers, folds getting lost in each others. your come from your orgasms mixing together. you gasp as you feel her clit rub against yours.

she coos “such a good girl for mommy baby. don’t you worry, mommy and daddy are gonna take good care of you” and she slowly starts to move herself back and forth on you.

your eyes roll back into your head, clit getting sensitive from the overstimulation. you grip her ass, digging your nails into it, leaving a crescent moon shape that she’d remember later. you pull her impossibly closer, you were drowning in her pussy right now. thighs pressed up against each others, bucking up as far as possible.

you were jealous of suguru. you wished you had a cock so you could feel just how good she felt deep inside. you’d come inside her too if you could.

shoko grinds her clit onto yours faster, eyes fluttering shut “right there baby, right there” she’s grinding so hard you swear you heard her leg pop. it didn’t help that you were pulling her down with all your strength.

both so desperate for each other.

“m-mommy i’m gonna-“

shoko brings her hand to your neck and squeezes the sides lightly, enough to make you see stars.

you feel your abdomen tense as you reach your second orgasm of the night, shoko following shortly after.

mdni: your birthday wish is to hook up with suguru geto and shoko leiri

pairings: shoko x suguru are dating. fem reader x shoko x suguru

cw: eventual smut, threesome (male, female, female) + more tagged in next part

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you were out with your friends at dinner for your birthday. of course, they let you choose the spot. so you resorted to korean barbecue. there was nothing you loved more than having a cold drink and an all you can eat korean barbecue dinner.

you were new to the jujutsu world. although, you have had your cursed technique since you were a kid, but tried your hardest to push it away until it got to be too much for you.

you wanted to help people. you wanted to help so that they wouldn’t go through what you have. so, when you joined jujutsu high as a special grade sorcerer, and eventually a teacher, you promised to only use your cursed technique for good.

the hard truth was that although you didn’t want anyone to feel how you felt, it was pretty much inevitable. and it was seen far too often. you couldn’t protect or save everyone from the pain of what the world was. it was rare, that you got moments like this— where you could sit down and relax with your friends, and laugh. that’s what made today so special.

you lean back, your back pressing against the cool leather of the booth. beside you, sat satoru gojo. across the booth, sat suguru geto and shoko leiri. all three of them had pretty much taken you in as their own the minute they first laid eyes on you. you were best friends. you told each other everything. except, for one secret. only satoru knew this one; that you were head over heels in love with both suguru and shoko, and they were in a committed relationship. satoru felt bad for you, so he agreed to keep it a secret, but he also found it funny, often teasing you about how your fantasy would never happen; and that maybe you should just date him instead. no way in hell.

your cold hand grasps your beer as you take a sip, eyes slanted as you glance across the table. you watch as shoko leans in towards suguru, whispering something in his ear, earning a loud laugh from him. your heart flutters. you would give anything to be in between them.

satoru flicks the side of your head, leaning in as he mimics what shoko just did to suguru, he whispers “you’re staring”

your face reddens and you look to the side. you let out a quiet ‘tch’.

satoru looks smug. he’s the only one who knows your dirty little secret.

you spend the next hour talking with your friends and enjoying your delicious meal. even though your mind was anywhere but the silly small talk about how suguru and satoru pissed off principal yaga for the third time this week. your eyes drifted to the way suguru’s thumb brushed soft circles over shoko’s hand. and how shoko’s leg pressed against suguru’s under the table.

they did these small gestures thinking nobody would ever notice. if only they knew how much you fucking fixated on it every time you were together.

as you all finished your meal, collecting your left overs, your three friends stopped you before you stood up.

“where do you think you’re going?” shoko demanded, her brown eyes watching you with curiosity. you could melt right then and there.

“yeah- it’s your birthday, we still have a surprise” suguru added.

you adjust your skirt and sit back down.

you watch as shoko pulls out a box, setting it on the table. your eyes widen in shock, your heart pounding slightly. all three of your friends wait for you to open it. you pull open the box, and you see a cake. it’s a white cake that says happy birthday, strawberries align the edges.

“made it myself” shoko beams, smiling ear to ear, her eyes crinkled shut.

“thank you shok- you shouldn’t have” you respond softly.

satoru pulls a small box of candles out of his coat pocket. he pushes them into the cake.

shoko lights the candles, of course- she always had a light.

before you go to blow out the candles- satoru holds a hand out in front of you

“ah- ah. you need to make a wish” he exclaims.

this little shit.

he knew just what he was doing. and frankly, he kept the secret long enough. any longer and he would probably explode, you knew satoru well enough at this point.

you knew what he wanted you to wish for; aloud.

suguru and shoko glance between satoru and you, before suguru speaks up.

“what’s your wish y/n?” he smiles.

you say nothing. your throat tight with anxiety.

“i- i want to fuck you. both of you. suguru… you and shoko” you stutter under your breath.

satoru gives you a knowing look, almost as if he’s proud that you finally confessed.

satoru stands up getting out of the booth, ruffling your hair and smiling. “well- enjoy your dessert. i’m busy with nanami, so i have to go” he waves at the three of you and walks away.

did he really just…

suguru and shoko just stare at you, eyes filled with shock and their faces both flushed. a rare sight to see for people as bold as them.

god they look so pretty that way.

you clench your thighs together, leaning in and blowing out the candles on your cake.

suguru and shoko look at each other, and then back at you.

christ, you didn’t even know if shoko was interested in women at all. what would they say? they’d be weirded out right? or they’d think it’s a joke? that their best friend admitted to them on her birthday that she wanted to fuck them.

you clench your fist, digging your nails into your hand.

say something, anything.

shoko is the first to speak, her breath slightly shaky now. “it’s getting late- we should go”

suguru clears his throat, sitting up.

your heart sinks. are they mad? did you ruin this?

you slide out of the booth, following them out of the restaurant and into the darkness. the red streetlights reflected off the ground. it was a beautiful night.

you look at your feet, too ashamed to even look at them. “guess i’ll see you around-“ you begin to walk away. you wanted to run away, honestly.

you feel a hand reach out, grasping your arm tightly. you look up, to see suguru looking at you with a pleading look, as if he’s saying don’t go.

suguru glances at shoko, and she nods.

“come back with us” suguru says, his deep voice not wavering.

he lets you distract him, with your lips wrapped around his pretty cock. it feels too good for him to even think about pushing you away. even when he loses a match and his friends get frustrated at him.

gamer boyfriend armin loves the challenge of seeing just how good he is at multitasking. when he’s in the middle of defeating an opponent, and his fingers are rubbing smooth circles over your clit. when he guides his fingers down, and feels just how wet you are; his blue eyes widen in shock and he tosses off his headset.

now, you needed his full attention.

pairings: reader x choso

warnings: 18+, pure smut, spit play, penis in vagina sex, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral sex, couch sex

you’ve had a rough week with work and your mental health and you were dying to get high. choso is your dealer, but he’s also your friend. recommended to you by suguru and satoru back when you started your new job. you’re constantly tense and you needed to loosen up sometimes. getting high helped with that. who knew your friends were such stoners? you pick up your phone, giving choso a call. three rings. is he gonna answer? finally you hear a muffled sound and then a rough voice

“hey”

your heart does somersaults. you couldn’t lie, suguru and satoru maybe also recommended choso because they knew he’s your type. yeah, he’s hot. you’d do anything just to have an excuse to spend time with choso alone. you wanted him. bad. but, he always seemed super nonchalant. or, maybe he’s just autistic and he has a hard time showing how he feels? it was easy to misinterpret him. but you knew, at least you hoped, that he enjoyed hanging out with you. you were friends after all.

“hey-“ you start. “i need to get high” you sigh.

“alright, just give me like. twenty minutes. and then you can stop by” he responds.

you roll off your bed, making your way to your closet. you were acting like it was a date, even though you were just gonna see him. can’t help it. you like the guy. you pull out your favorite pair of jeans and a black tank. you make your way into your bathroom and brush your hair, and put a bit of makeup on. you spray a bit of perfume. you put your docs on and grab your keys. locking the door, you make your way downstairs. you start up your motorcycle and enjoy the ride to choso’s. it never got old riding through the city like this. when you pull up you park your bike, removing your helmet. you rush upstairs, knocking on the cold metal door.

choso opens the door and waves

“hey”.

“hey” you respond, moving past him. you set your helmet down on his chair. the apartment was smoky, choso was already high. you slump down on the worn in couch. he’s had this thing for years.

“roll me a blunt” you demand.

he scoffs a little “is that a question or a demand?”

you kick your feet up. your eyes roam over his form as he grabs everything and begins to roll. his hair was down, and he wore all black like always. his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on rolling, his eyebrow piercing shining under the dim light. as he went to seal the blunt his tongue darted out, silver jewelry hitting the blunt. that’s new.

“when did you get your tongue pierced?” you raise your eyebrows.

“a few days ago” he responds, holding the blunt out to you.

you can’t even count how many times you’ve came to his place and fantasized about fucking him. you always dropped hints but either he wasn’t interested, or he was just too dense to get it. your fingers brushed his as you reached for the blunt. “light?” you ask, holding it up in between your lips. he reaches for the lighter on the table and leans in, lighting the blunt for you. his eyes heavy and red. you inhale and close your eyes, leaning back against the couch. “ahh” you exclaim. finally. you exhale. it’s silent for a while as you just smoke. your eyes peek open as you glance at him, he’s just sitting there watching you. he never knows what to say.

“you’re too quiet” you huff.

he shifts a little in his seat, avoiding eye contact.

“can i ask you something?” you question as you lean in towards the table, putting the blunt out in the ash tray.

he hums in agreement.

“you asexual?” you ask. “i mean- it’s totally okay if you are. just wondering” you add. your voice is soft.

“no, i’m not” he responds.

oh. well he hasn’t made a move on you. maybe he just doesn’t think you’re attractive. or maybe he just isn’t a manwhore.

you tap your finger on your knee impatiently.

“you know i’m interested in you” you admit.

he sits up straighter, his eyes filled with curiosity. oh, he really is dense. he didn’t know?

“really?” he questions.

you laugh. “i’ve been dropping all these hints since the first time i met you” you say, feeling slightly irritated.

“i-i didn’t-“ he stutters, “i’m not used to girls being into me” he admits.

silence.

“doesn’t mean i’m not into them” he adds.

“okay, so what’s your type?” you push.

“someone who knows what she wants” he responds. “i need someone who can be blunt”

of course he does. it’s hard for him to understand otherwise.

“sounds like someone i know” you grin.

you stand up, moving closer to him. his purple eyes fixed on you.

you sit down on the ground in front of him, on your knees. “choso, how many times do i have to say it for you to finally get it” you pout.

he reaches for your face, his hand gripping your chin. this was the first time he’s ever touched you.

“what do you want?” he questions. eyes never leaving yours.

god he’s so frustrating. “i want you”

you’re both super high, but you can feel the shift in the air. it felt tense.

is he feeling tense for you?

“get up” he demands.

you stand up, legs weak. he made his way over to the couch, spreading his legs as he sat down. “come here” he says nonchalantly.

you do as he tells. you sit down beside him.

“no” he says. “not like that” he reaches for you, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging you down, guiding you so that you’re laying over his lap face down. he rests his hand on your ass. you twitch a little.

god damn it. you wish you weren’t wearing any pants. he traces circles over your ass, and squeezes. you let out a soft moan.

can’t believe this is finally happening. you hear him let out a satisfied grunt, you can feel him getting hard underneath you.

fuck fuck fuck.

he slowly brings his hand in between your legs and rubs. the friction of your jeans is uncomfortable. but you can feel yourself getting slick inside your panties.

“choso” you breathe.

“please take them off” you whine.

he smirks a little. “you’re so easy” he says in his deep voice.

“been easy for you” you breathe.

“take them off then” he suggests.

you get up, legs already weak, and you remove your jeans, tossing them on the ground. you take your shirt off too. his eyes roam over your body, and he reaches out grabbing a handful of your tit.

“fuck” he grunts. “come here” he grabs your thighs yanking you back onto his lap, so that you’re straddling him. he looks up at you, taking note of your face. studying you. he knows it feels good because of the sounds you’re making and the faces you’re making. your eyes are fluttered closed and your head tilted back. he brings your tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue out in circles over your hard nipple. “hahhh” you moan. you’re shaking.

“needed you for so long” you cry.

he’s never seen anyone this desperate before. he was so painfully hard. his dick was throbbing.

“choso need you to fuck me” you whine.

oh god.

the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs over your nipple and you arch into him. you grab a fistful of his hair and pull. he lets out a moan.

that sound, such a pretty sound.

“bet i can make you get loud” you growl, sitting down on him directly on his cock, grinding down on him. your panties are soaked. he threw his head back in pleasure.

how did the tables turn this fast?

you grip his chin, forcing your thumb into his mouth. “open” you demand.

he obeyed, parting his glossy lips. he looked up at you, eyes dark with need. you collect saliva into your mouth, slowly spitting onto his tongue. he groans, immediately swallowing it.

you’ve wanted him for so long, dropped so many fucking hints. you’ve been so desperate for him, you wanted him to beg for you. and you’d do anything to get your way.

“come on choso, need to hear you beg” you reach down in between your legs, palming at his aching hard on. he bucks his hips up into you.

“please” choso whines.

oh fuck…

“please what?” you whine. you were trying to be dominant, but hearing him make those sounds made you so fucking weak.

“please touch me” he cries.

you don’t waste any time, you pull his shirt off, and help him take his pants off. you lick your lips as you glance down.

“take them off now” you demand.

he takes his boxers off, and his cock slaps up against his stomach with a loud flap. he’s so fucking hard, it’s standing up straight.

“god” you breathe, taking his cock in your hand. he was probably eight inches. and he’s been hiding this the whole time? that pissed you off.

he moans just from you holding his dick. pre dripping out the tip. you slip your thumb over the tip and moan. bet he tastes so good. you climb off his lap, knees on the couch now and lean down, taking his cock in your mouth. he gasps, bucking his hips up into your mouth and grasping your hair. you moan around his cock as he forces it further down your throat. he lets out a deep moan “gonna fuck your mouth” he pants, bucking his hips up and down at the perfect pace. you gag each time, saliva dripping out your mouth and down his shaft. you shakily bring your hand down between your thighs, shoving it into your panties and flicking at your clit. he growls as he notices what you’re doing, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away. “not yet”. you cry at the loss of contact, he fucks up into your mouth harder. “not until i say so” he says. he’s so deep down your throat, you feel like it’ll be bruised. he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you stare at it in awe. he’s so pretty. you glance up at him, his face is flushed underneath his dark tattoo that kisses his nose. his eyes are slightly watery.

you’re gonna make this man your fucking husband one day.

he pulls you up back onto his lap, his slender fingers finding your slick folds and he runs circles over your clit. you gasp. he moans in pleasure as he feels how wet you are. he slips two fingers into your center, stretching you as he fucks them into you. his fingers are too long to fit a third. you moan, riding his fingers. you feel pressure building in your stomach. gonna come already. “fuck chos-gonna come” he grunts, his fingers fucking you faster, curling into just the right spot. you shake as you feel the knot in your stomach and you come, squirt coming down onto his fingers and all over his lap. “fuck” you gasp “s-sorry” you whine, embarrassed. he just bites his lip. that did it for him. he pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt, and shoves them into your mouth, you gasp as you flick your tongue out, tasting your squirt and come all over his fingers. he pulls them out and kisses you hard, your tongue darts into his mouth. he sucks on your tongue and you inhale.

he’s a fucking liar about not that many girls being interested. how else is he this fucking good?

he wraps his arms around your back and guides you down onto his cock, as he bottoms out inside you. earning a loud moan from him and a scream from you as he hits your cervix. he moves his arms down to your ass, gripping hard enough to leave marks as you start to ride, his hips buck up into you, each thrust getting sloppier, he smacks your ass hard. you feel your eyes roll back and you see stars. fuck, gonna come again. your cunt grips his cock as he fucks into you, you can feel him twitching inside you.

“ohhhh my fucking god choso” you cry.

sweat beads down from his forehead and he pulls his long hair out of his face. he looks focused as he fucks up into you, hitting the right spot each time.

your walls pulsate around him.

he grunts. “stop squeezing me like that, feels so fucking good”.

fuck. you grip harder as you come, tears falling from your eyes.

his face scrunches up. “gonna make me come inside, come on baby, let go so i can pull out” he growls at how tight your cunt is gripping him.

your breasts bounce in his face as you ride out your orgasm. you felt how close he was.

please no. please don’t pull out. this feels too good.

you’re both completely fucked out.

too late.

his cock spasms as his movements get sloppy, and he lets go, shooting hot ropes of come deep inside you.

you feel a warm feeling in your stomach as he comes.

“ahhh” you cry.

you fall against him, exhausted.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

suguru geto is your room mate. he was always clean and respectful. he kept to himself and was never loud or disruptive. you didn’t expect living with a man to be so pleasant. other men should take notes. you were friends now, but not best friends. you knew each others schedules, that way you were never being inconvenient to each other if you had something planned. but class ended early today. you texted suguru that you were heading home early. he didn’t respond. you thought you were safe.

your cold hands fumble with your key in the lock and it takes a minute to open the door. fuck it’s cold outside. when you finally make your way inside the apartment is dim, as always. you and suguru hated the bright lights. the living room is empty. suguru’s bedroom door is closed. as you make your way to your bedroom you hear a sound coming beneath his bedroom door.

oh?

you probably should just pretend you didn’t hear it and put on earphones to be polite. but- something inside you tells you to listen.

you set your bag down quietly, and lean closer to his closed door. you hear a shuffling sound, and a quiet groan. your face flushes in embarrassment. oh my god. you can hear his muffled moans, and you envision him on his bed, cock in hand, jerking himself off faster and faster as he gets closer to his climax. wish you could be the one to make him come.

fuck. you want to see. you feel your face and body get hot. your thighs clench together, already feeling yourself get wet at your vivid imagination. you try to be respectful, you really do, but it starts to hurt. you quietly push your hand down your waistband, parting your legs slightly, your finger quickly finding your clit, rubbing in smooth circles. you press your ear against his door. you hear him whine, and his sex sounds get louder. your finger moves faster, your mouth held open in pleasure, but you hold your sounds in.

fuck you’re so close. you slip your finger into your slick cunt, curling right into that spot that makes you see stars. you want to feel his fingers instead. he could get the job done way better than you. you raise your eyebrows as you hear his bed creak, his voice rough as he mutters

“fuck”

fuck. suguru. you think to yourself, adding another finger into your cunt, stretching yourself out more. this will do it.

fuck. what is he doing on the other side of this door?

you feel pressure building inside as your abdomen tenses. you will be sore later from clenching so hard. you arch into your fingers as you come, trying so hard not to make a sound. your knees weak and legs shaky.

your fingers still as you hear his voice again.

“y/n” suguru moans.

wait.

me?

did he just. did he just say your name?

did he just come?

you no longer hear moaning or movements.

you pull your fingers out of your messy pussy. your hand quickly reaches for the door knob and you open the door.

he’s laying on his bed, his strong thighs parted slightly. sweatpants halfway up his legs. his cock twitching against his abdomen, his come leaking down his abdomen and onto his sheets.

you glance up at his face. his tan face is flushed a deep red. so pretty. his eyes are heavy, they look watery. he’s holding up what looks like black laced panties, up under his big nose.

your eyes slant. your heart rate speeds up. are those my panties? those are definitely mine.

suguru’s mouth drops open as he quickly hides the panties beside him, pulling his blanket up to cover his naked body. his eyebrows are furrowed together in fear.

“you didn’t knock” he says angrily. you knew the rules. but you just broke them.

“i-i’m sorry i. fuck.. i didn’t mean to- didn’t know you were-” yes you did. you had heard it all.