"Why do you ship this??"

1415 wk !!

・contains : fluff , frat!toji , slight suggestiveness , suggestive jokes (??) , cussing :// , loud extrovert!reader x equally as loud and extroverted!sukuna , mentions of alcohol , Shokohime , lazy writing , implied enemies to lovers , reader and Sukuna still kinda love hate each other , lazy kinda rushed ending lawl.

With 3 weeks left of school, Sukuna and his frat dorks decided to throw an ‘end of the year pool party.’ Seniors only.

The party started at 4:30pm, and there he was standing near the outdoor couches with his friends, Toji and Choso, holding a soda can in his right hand.

Now it's 5pm and almost everyone’s already drinking, getting high, or in the pool. The music is loud enough that you can see the speakers shake at every beat.

You decided to come a bit late, you always do. If you were early to a party, that’s how Sukuna would know that it really isn’t you. That’s if you were kidnapped and replaced with an evil doppelgänger.

You’re wearing Sukuna’s jersey, which you partially hand made, over your swimsuit. You walk through the house and into the backyard, immediately searching for your boyfriend. Once you spot pink hair and that glorious broad tattooed back of his, you strut towards him. Toji nods towards you as a greeting, causing Sukuna to turn. He stares at you, his eyes trailing down your body as if he’s trying to savor the sight.

You wonder what he’s thinking yet you don’t ask any questions, you clear your throat instead. That caught his attention.

“Hi”, you greeted to break the awkward silence.

“Hey, sweets” he greeted back calmly, yet half distracted with a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes trail down again.

“My eyes are up here” You tease with a nudge at his chest with your index finger, causing him to look back up at your eyes after a few seconds of lingering. “I know that…”

“You look great” He pauses “Wearing my jersey like that” he admits, his tone of voice getting lower. He places the soda can on a stool before both his hands sneak under his jersey and find your waist. He whispers, “You know we don’t need a pool to get wet—“

“Ryomen.”

“Ma’am?” He quipped with faux innocence and a smirk.

You just rolled your eyes, holding back a laugh which came out as a scoff instead.

“We’re right here.” Toji speaks up with a grimace on his face. You turned to look at both Toji and Choso. Choso gave you a small wave, you returned a similar wave along with a small yet polite smile. Sukuna only turned towards Toji with furrowed brows and a frown.

They bickered as they always do, now it’s something about “ruining the moment”. You don't care enough to pay any mind to it but you decided to do god's work and stop their useless arguing.

“Kuna, let’s go to the pool” you suggested as you placed a hand on his bicep, yet the both of you knew it was more of an order. And all of a sudden Toji is forgotten.

“Yeah, sure”

“You have sunscreen on right? You know you burn up easily” You stated. Which earned a snicker from Toji.

Sukuna shot him a sharp glance before responding. “Yeah…” his ears redden slightly.

“You put it on by yourself?” You ask.

“Choso helped.”

── ・⸝⸝ ⟢ ⸝⸝・ ──

Instead of going to the pool you ended up getting distracted conversing with your friends while Sukuna followed you like a loyal dog. He’s clearly bored.

So he decided it was a great idea to carry you bridal style and jump into the pool with you in his arms.

Which earned cheers from everyone else.

When you rise back to the surface, still in his arms, you both start laughing. “I’m still wearing your jersey!” You exclaimed in between giggles.

“Oh no I guess you have to take it off now” He scoffs sarcastically. His arms snake around your waist.

“You’re so corny” You sighed before taking the jersey off and setting it on the cement behind Sukuna, leaving you in your new black tankini.

Sukuna is practically drooling at this point.

“Quit staring, it's embarrassing for you” you spoke; looking down at him as you slightly pushed his head back with your index finger. “You know I don’t believe in that “embarrassment” bullshit” he responds while looking at you with low lidded eyes. You let out a small and quiet laugh as your hands trail up his chest to rest on that space between his neck and shoulder.

“Can’t believe I used to hate you” you muttered before leaning in for a kiss in which he returns.

── ・⸝⸝ ⟢ ⸝⸝・ ──

It's currently 12am and the party is still going. This time the music is a bit lower and there’s more people inside than outside. You’re one of the people who are outside, along with both your friend group and Sukunas, which really just combined into one big friend group.

Sukuna and Toji come back from getting drinks and chips from the kitchen and the first thing they see is a circle of said friends. They’re all cheering “Chug! Chug! Chug!”

As Sukuna gets closer the image of you in the circle chugging straight vodka with your best friend Shoko comes into view.

You were already somewhat drunk when you were casually drinking a beer at the pool, so yeah he’s pretty worried.

“Oh shit..” he curses under his breath.

“Hey ain’t that your girl?” Toji asked with a cocky grin before laughing. He knows damn well.

He gasps as he finishes laughing, catching his breath. “Fuck, good luck with that man.” He pats on Sukuna's shoulder before moving towards the circle to cheer you on just to spite him.

And with a groan, Sukuna walks toward you and places a hand on your shoulder while the other pries the bottle from your grip with a gentle “Come on woman, that’s enough.”

Once he succeeds in taking the bottle away, you instantly pout. “Nononono I was about to win!!” You whine. “I’m not letting you kill yourself with alcohol, now come on.” He insisted in a surprisingly stable tone.

Then Utahime comes out of the house and immediately panics once she spots Shoko. “Shoko, I go to the bathroom for a second and you can’t even control yourself.” She started with a whiny tone of voice, as if she was about to cry, before helping Shoko get up on her feet, keeping her steady with a hand on her waist as they walked from the backyard and into Shoko's car.

Meanwhile you and Sukuna were already at the stairs on the way to his room.

“Let go of me!!” You squealed as he held you against his side so you wouldn’t tumble down the stairs in front of your whole grade. He ignores your orders like always.

“You can’t be drinking like that, Y/N.” He scolds with furrowed brows and that sharp look he used to give you before you guys even started sleeping together.

“Don’t tell me what to do, this isn’t some freaky bdsm bullshit, you’re not my owner!” You slur out.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” He asked with genuine confusion. The both of you stop at the top of the stairs.

“You.” You slur as you press your pointer finger on his chest.

“Yeah, me.” He responds with a small grin, holding back a laugh.

“You're not my dad, you don't tell me what to do."

“But I'm daddy when I'm blowing your back out, huh?” He quipped with that shit eating grin he wears when he's having the time of his life fucking up someone's day as his arms cross over his chest.

You groan loudly and dramatically.

“I'm not listening to you I'm going back and I'm drinking shoooo fugging much.” you slur before stepping back to test him.

“Okay."

“Okay?” you question.

“No no no nonono, don't do that!” you yell.

“Lower your fucking tone!” he barked.

“You're supposed to stop meee!" you whined as you stomp your feet on the floor as your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout.

“Okay okay! Come on, let's go to bed." he ordered with a sigh.

“Okay!” you respond, immediately altering your attitude to something calmer. In which Sukuna sighs once more before quietly muttering, “holy shit.”

Once the both of you got in his room and his back hit the door after locking it. You got on your toes and held onto the collar of his shirt, “pinning” him onto the door with big half lidded glossy eyes.

“Bold.” Is all he has to say, getting a giggle out of you before his lips crashed into yours

NOT PROOF READ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just not in the way you wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, how you loved your girls.

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

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