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a collection of my favorite yuki, shoko, utahime, femjo, femguru, femkuna, femtoji (in this order) fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, with pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! here’s my own yuki, shoko, and femjo fics 😙
i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post; note that there are inevitably going to be repeats of the same few writers since there’s so little wlw jjk fics! additionally, i wanted to include as little fics involving men as possible, so there’s exactly 3 fics that have three/foursomes with men, no more than that. this will be updated regularly-ish with new recs! and happy pride! <3
oneshots:
your kingdom in flames, your castle in the sea (yuki) on ao3 ; top 10 fics that ruined my life, number one: THIS FIC. reader is gojo’s older sister and yuki’s new interest, and also someone who has a mask that yuki is able to easily sneak past and into reader’s heart. i love the relationship & dynamic here. the affection between them isn’t loud in the verbal/physical sense, but it permeates each of their interactions and its SO good. the “food as a metaphor for love” tag is always one that catches me hook, line, and sinker, and this fic was no exception :3 every word is so carefully chosen and op writes so, so beautifully— every sentence is moving and leaves me in awe of their talent. do note the angst and major character death tags… sly yet sad giggle…
naked in manhattan! (yuki) by @kentwos-archived ; the summary here is simple yet succinct— you're inexperienced but yuki's there to guide you through it all as you start a relationship together— and what a GREAT take on the experienced gf/inexperienced gf trope it is!! yuki is SUCH a sweetheart here; she’s sweet ofc, understanding, and just as patient/accommodating and eager to comfort/guide as i imagine her to be :,) this is an incredibly sweet yet hot read!
kiss my ice (yuki) by @xo2dee ; FIGURE SKATER YUKI OH HOW YOU’VE MOVED ME… rivals to lovers with yuki is a fun trope for her given how easygoing/lax she can be with people, her duties, and her public image. after the kiss reader and yuki share goes viral, the two of them are paired up for future comps as a figure skating duo. their dynamic here is tooooo good and yuki’s dialogue throughout the full fic had me giggling and twirling my hair cos ugh i want her so bad. I too would let yuki be my downfall
(not so) lyrical genius (yuki ft. choso) by @stnexus ; ahh this fic is a long time favorite of mine. i remember reading it years ago and adoring it, so i was beyond elated when my reread proved to be just as enjoyable as my first read of this fic! yuki & choso are bandmates in a poly relationship with you, and when choso struggles with writer’s block, you and yuki know exactly what to do to help him along… 😏😁 i love me some dommy mommy yuki and subby choso RAHHHH
moon bend the knife (shoko) on ao3 ; to this day, this 2023 fic is one of my favorite shoko fics everrrrr. it takes place in canon, following a bad mission that reader went on before returning home to shoko. shoko wishes to care for reader, and they have the most sugary sweet, tender sex ever like omfg. i wanna melt every time i reread this fic cos it’s touched my heart in a way that few fics can… like. words Cannot describe how beautiful and moving this is. genuinely. this is poetry. it really is
lifeline (shoko) on ao3 ; the centric themes of this fic can be easily explained by these few lines in the fic itself: “You think of her and feel hope, then regret. She’ll see you in this state. You hate to do that to her. You care for her. You love her. You hate to hurt her.” ahhhh this hurt/comfort is like crack 🚬 a mission goes terribly wrong and so reader is escorted back to shoko for some healing, and shoko tends to reader so comfortingly and so sweetly 🥺😢 i adore shoko’s characterization here, same with her relationship with reader!
doctors orders (the woes of a pregnant wife) (shoko) by @manonism ² ; SHOKO FLUFFFFFF SHOKO FLUFFFFFF GATHER ROUND FOR SOME GOOD SHOKO FLUFF!!! reader is pregnant with shoko’s baby and shoko makes it her mission to dote on reader, she’s beyond cute and sweet here ^_^ this is a great read and is very funny & comforting!! love it!!
on call (shoko) on ao3 ; secret relationship trope AND shoko’s possessive?? yeah i’d be pussywhipped too! you and shoko both work at a hospital together, and when shoko’s able to score a bit of downtime with you, shoko wants you ALL to herself 😁😁 y’all know i love a good long-ish fic with in-depth smut so this fic is a winna winna in my book!! the push and pull between shoko and reader is just mmm… chef’s kiss
the tartness of nicotine (shoko) on ao3 ; I LOVE MEET CUTES LIKE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING I SWEAR ☹️ every day that reader takes her bus, she runs into shoko, who she’s dubbed ‘cigarette girl.’ in turn, she calls reader ‘strawberry girl’ given how often she brings strawberries along with her as a snack, which reader always shares with shoko :,) super cute, fluffy, and feels-good!!
suguru and the girls who ate him (shoko ft. geto) by @macbethinchains (ao3 link) ; the day that i dont glaze this fic is the day that i DIE brah . phy has such an innate talent for writing and choosing theeee most perfect/beautiful words to describe people, places, emotions, thoughts, etc. in a way that deeply immerses AND captivates you. inspired by jennifer’s body (love this movie sfm), shoko is a succubus who, after turning reader into one as well, guides reader down the path of a succubi— and losing reader’s virginity to geto, another virgin. you can FEEEEEEL shoko’s deep yearning and obsession for reader in each scene, that’s her girl fr :,) the smut is soooo mfing good, and it’s even better knowing how it will inevitably end and anticipating what shoko and reader plan on doing with geto 🤭
sleeping beauty (shoko) by @reignpage ³ ; the things i’d do for roomie shoko 🚬🚬 and if that means waking her up every morning with my mouth on her cooch, I’M IN IT TO WIN IT!!! reader here struggles with waking shoko up every morning to no avail, until accidents happen and they discover that the sure-proof way to rouse shoko is with orgasms 😁 shes so hot and flirty in this fic MEOWWWWW MEOWWWWWWWW
cherry (utahime) on ao3 ; i need to start off with saying UTAHIMES CHARACTERIZATION HERE IS SO MFING GOOD RAHHHHHH!!!!! utahime is fairly experienced and has never really had a good kiss, so reader shows her the ropes ;) utahime is sooo yummy in this i fr wanna DEVOUR her cos of how cute yet hot she is, ughhhtjshejdjw especially when some of her snark/possessiveness leaks outta her 🤭 sosososoooo good i simply cannot praise this fic enough
my rifle, pony and her (fem!gojo) by @liahcharms ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING OUTTTTTLAWAAAWW!!!!!! liah’s femjo in this fic is getting ridden through the mattress til the bedframe breaks and the floorboards below shatter like glass 🤤😋 reader works at a brothel and her new client is none other than gojo herself, a notorious outlaw. this whole fic is SO descriptively beautiful and each word drips with such gorgeous sensuality, its genuinely tooooo good. FEMJO LETS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHA 👅
equal rights, equal fights (fem!gojo) by @/reignpage ; gojo gets hit by a gender-bending curse and naturally that means some fun is in store for her and for reader 😇 gojo’s competitiveness that shines while trying to show how many orgasms she can give reader as a woman and as a man is sooooohjtkwhrjaj yes im actively kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl!
in harmony (fem!geto) by @indom-itus ; lets all give nico their 10s cos oh my gawddddd this story is so lovely and god do i love femguru 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 ESPECIALLY WHEN SHES A ROCKSTAR! cheeky, cute, smug and flirty sugu with a certified #girlfailure reader is a top tierrrr dynamic, especially with all that pining between them… dreamy sigh. you won’t regret reading this fic fs!!
move on (fem!geto) by @suguruss1ut ; conniving ass femguru is truly my achilles heel cos i’d be tripping over myself tryna get on top of her and that strap jhtjwhrjs. geto and reader are best friends and roomies, so naturally when reader gets cheated on, she turns to geto for comfort… and ohhh does she make you forget about the situation FAST 🤭 and shes sooo mean in the hottest way possible ugh #INEEDDATNEOWWW
STREEEEEETCH YOU OUT (fem!toji) by @uzugeto ; FEMJI SAVE ME FEMJIIII LET ME BOUNCE ON THAT STRAP SLOPPY STYLE!!! after reader gives birth to the zenin heir, her STANK ASS incel husband signs her up for a gym membership, where reader meets her new trainer, toji…. and whewwww is the mental picture of a sweaty, bulked up femji a TREAT. i love jade’s humor that she weaves into her fics alongside very real world insecurities and fears, there’s no dissonance cos of how seamlessly she executes her fics. this whole fic, from the yearning/thirsting stage to the eventual smut, is a certified wlw masterpiece cos WHEWWW
express yourself (yuki, shoko, utahime, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!sukuna) by @wiinterz ³ ; based on movies such as secretary and stoker, each smut piece features secretary!reader and a super hot boss. all of them are SO toe-curling and scrumptious that i simply cannot narrow down my favorites LOL. you will enjoy every single one of these, truuuust 🤞🏽
drabbles:
edging yuki (yuki) by @kamitv ; smut
phone sex (yuki) by @fushigur0lover ; smut
milf!yuki repaying her gratitude by eating you out (yuki) by @amortoru ; smut
prey (yuki) by @schilders ; smut
guilty pleasure (yuki) by @indiewritesxoxo ; angst, suggestive
yuki really loves her motorcycle (yuki) by @gyarujo ; fluff
yuki thinks about you when she works out (yuki) by @whosepyramidscheme ; smut
i can’t drown you out (no matter what i do) (shoko) on ao3 ; light angst, smut
your first time (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
angst & miscommunication sex w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; angst, smut
lab rat (shoko) by @sugurusbadhabit ; smut
fingering you in front of a mirror (shoko) by @/moviecritc ; smut
shoko loves your nursing boobs (shoko) by @/manonism ; smut
nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn hooking up in an on call room (shoko) by @/ieiripie ; smut
sex toys (shoko) by @eraserbread ; smut
messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering (shoko) by @gojosconsort ; smut
teeth (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; smut
she discovers your breeding kink (shoko) by @/moviecritc ; smut
your girlfriend and professor shoko helps you with your homework (shoko) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut
nine in the afternoon (shoko) by @mydarlingem ; fluff, suggestive
halloween surprise w/ shoko (shoko) by @/ieiripie ; smut
granted for patience (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; smut
SMS (shoko) on ao3 ; smut
nonsexual acts of intimacy: shoulder rubs (shoko) by @/kusahigunanas ; fluff
nonsexual acts of intimacy: playing with hair (utahime) by @/kusahigunanas ; fluff
scissoring (utahime) by @kunareads ; smut
just like high school (utahime) by @/wiinterz ; smut
kiss it better (fem!gojo) by @/wiinterz ; smut
swimmer fem!gojo (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; suggestive
my bitch (fem!gojo) by @/mirrrrinda ; smut
long distance gf!suguru geto getting you a replica of her cock (fem!geto) by @/moviecritc ; smut
homoerotic friendship with femguru (fem!geto) by @getozzn ; suggestive
the squirter (fem!sukuna) by @/requiemdesreves ; smut
lactation (fem!sukuna) by @lilacxquartz ; smut
impatient girl (shokohime) by @cuntphoric ; smut
a man’s place (shokohime ft. gojo) by @/reignpage ; smut
girls girls girls (yukishokohime) by @mooniewritess ; smut
Pairing: Yan!SatoSugu x Reader x Yan! ShokoHime (JJK).
Word Count: 5.1k.
TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Implied Drug Use, Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Mentions of Pregnancy/Breeding, Prolonged Sexual Harassment, Prolonged Stalking, Implied Kidnapping, and Obsessive Behavior.
Try as you might, you couldn’t seem to remember why you’d agreed to this.
Satoru’s countryside estate loomed above you, rustic and sprawling. Tall, wooden gates penned you in from behind, and in front of you, the marble steps leading up to his front door made for an insurmountable barrier – a mountain you just couldn’t seem to force yourself to climb. Hesitating now was stupid. You’d had plenty of time to panic in the hour’s long cab drive out of the city, and even before that, the better part of a day to talk yourself out of coming at all. Really, you should’ve known better the second you picked up your phone, the moment you heard Suguru’s voice on the other side of the line. For old time’s sake, he’d said. It’s been years. We miss you.
You blinked, letting your gaze flicker from the front door to your feet. If you had a therapist, they would probably say this was good. A form of exposure therapy. A way to conquer silly teenage fears.
That, or they’d point out the obvious emotional manipulation and tell you to get the fuck out. It was hard to tell, sometimes. You’d never actually gone to therapy.
A sudden creak. A rush of footsteps. You felt her arms before you realized you were under attack – muscular and warm and tight. And just like that, you were trapped for good.
You could only count yourself lucky that, out of all of your potential hunters, Utahime had sunk her teeth into you first.
She was already talking, an incoherent babble of greetings and compliments and nostalgia. Her cheek pressed into your temple, her arms keeping you pressed flush to her chest. She’d done the same thing when you were a student, too – especially when you were coming back from a mission or a particularly rough training session. There was a probably a reason why, even after transferring to Kyoto, you’d struggled to make friends. “And then Shoko said you might not come at all, and I’ve already had to listen Gojo talk for so long, and we wanted to ask you if—”
“Let the poor girl breath, sweetheart.” Shoko’s voice, steady and cool. She rested a hand on Utahime’s shoulder, and you were permitted just enough space to squirm your way out of her hold entirely. She pouted, but Shoko stepped forward, forming a protective wall between the two of you. “It’s good to see you.”
She held out a hand. After a beat, you realized you were supposed to shake it and complied. “Likewise. And—uh, sorry I haven’t called. They’ve been keeping me busy.”
It was a terrible excuse. You hadn’t so much as attempted to reach out to Shoko for years, and the best you could do was I’m busy. Thankfully, she’d never been the overly sentimental type. There was a shrug, a moment spent rummaging around her pocket to produce a carton of cigarettes. She took one to herself and then offered them to you. You shook your head. “I assumed Iori would’ve made you quit, by now.”
Shoko grinned. “She tried.”
“I succeeded,” Utahime corrected. “Suguru ruined her streak. We had to compromise.”
Again, Shoko held out her hand. This time, you noticed a thin silver band around her ring finger. Its twin hung from a chain around Utahime’s neck. “I could stop smoking or she could marry a doctor,” she laughed. “That was a few years ago. I could’ve sworn we invited you to the wedding.”
They had. The envelope had sat on your kitchen table for weeks, unopened and unwanted. Eventually, you forced yourself to burn it.
Your plastered-on smile felt painfully artificial. Stiff plastic that would crack with another ounce of pressure. “My bad. I’ve been moving around a lot – it’s pretty hard to track me down, these days.” And then, before things became too unbearably awkward, “I’m guessing Gojo and Geto are inside?”
Shoko nodded, turning on her heel and gesturing for you to follow. Utahime grimaced, but wound her arm through yours regardless, urging you forward.
It became very clear very quickly that your already narrow window for escape had closed entirely. You took one deep breath, savoring the feeling of fresh air in your lungs, then did as you were told.
The inside of Satoru’s estate was just as intimidating. Most of it was presentational, all the right furniture and all the expected décor for a wealthy man’s family rural get-away. There were a few personal effects – a display case packed with distastefully posed Gundam models, a stack of partially graded exams forgotten on an end-table, one of Suguru’s well-creased novels – but it felt accidental, a technician’s water bottle left on stage when the curtains rose. Weirdly, that helped you calm down. This was going to be a short night of shallow conversation and half-hearted niceties. You were all adults, and they were going to act like it.
Your destination was the kitchen; a bright, spacey room that could’ve easily housed the entire dining room and both bedrooms of your shoebox apartment. The island was set for a causal meal, with five chairs pulled up to it. You froze on the threshold. “Oh.” Utahime’s hold on you tightened, and you rushed to explain yourself. “I’m sorry, I just—I thought Kento was coming, for some reason.”
Shoko flashed a grin. “We’re not enough for you?”
“I would’ve invited him if—”
“There’s my favorite junior.”
Immediately, the words died on your tongue. Even after the better part of a decade, you recognized Satoru’s voice in an instant.
Unlike Utahime, he didn’t engulf you all at once. His invasion came by degrees – fingertips brushing against your side, then his hands on your waist, then his arm crossed over your midriff, hauling you against a broad chest. Your vision blurred. Your pulse slowed, then raced, then fell out of beat entirely. For one terrifying second, you thought you might actually throw up.
And then, Satoru was pulling away, slipping past you and toward the stove. “Tell Suguru I was your favorite senior, would ya? He’s being stubborn”
You moved out of the doorway just in time for Suguru to enter, lips pursed and exasperation evident. There was no hug, but the glance and nod he sent you by way of greeting sent its own terrible chill down your spine. “Please don’t encourage him.”
You took a deep breath, digging your nails into your palm. This was normal. They were normal. You were so, so normal.
“We were in the same year, Gojo. Iori’s the only senior here.”
Utahime snickered, Suguru shot you a thankful look, and Satoru huffed. “I was a senior in spirit, remember? I used to help you study and everything.”
“I studied with Ieiri. You always fell asleep fifteen minutes in.”
“And then tried to cheat off of me,” Suguru added.
“That’s ancient history.” And then, eager to move on, “Food’s ready. Grab a seat before Shoko bites our heads off.”
Everyone already seemed to know where they belong. Utahime and Shoko claimed one side of the table for themselves. Satoru took the head, too hyper to stay in his seat for more than a minute or so at a time. That left you next to Suguru at the opposite end, which you were alright with. Suguru was quiet. Suguru was stable. When Satoru cornered you in an empty classroom and demanded to know which of them you’d rather sleep with, Suguru would remain at his desk, toying with his lighter as he watched from a measured distance. He wouldn’t act without a catalyst, and you wouldn’t be giving him one.
Satoru had made tonyu ramen. It’d been your preference in high school, although you doubted he remembered. You or Suguru had both given up meat, something Shoko used to complain about at length. The conversation was pleasantly mundane – as mundane as would’ve been possible for a table’s worth of sorcerers, at least. It often drifted back to you and your life, but you couldn’t really complain about that. Everyone else had stayed in touch. You were the interloper, the unknown variable. Of course they were curious.
You kept your answers short, polite and predictable. Yes, you’d moved back to Tokyo, but only a few weeks ago, and you didn’t plan on staying for very long. No, you hadn’t gotten homesick while you were abroad, you’d had too much to do. Yes, you were planning on stopping by Jujutsu Tech. As soon as the higher-up cut you some slack, if they ever did.
Finally, Satoru asked the question. You must’ve known it was coming, but your stomach still dropped as his lips curled up into that terrible smile, as something sparked behind the dark lenses of his glasses. “You got a boyfriend yet?” And then, after Shoko dug her heel into his foot, “Fuck, fuck, ow, alright – Or a girlfriend, I guess. If we’re going full limp-wrist.”
“You’re married to a man, Satoru.”
“And?”
It was subtle, masked behind pleasant smiles and soft laughter, but you could feel four pairs of eyes gently shift onto you. For a moment, you considered lying. You could make up a new boyfriend in Tokyo, or a lover waiting for you in a country too far and too small to be worth visiting. But that was risky. They’d ask to see pictures or for a name, and you’d be in high school all over again, hiding your phone whenever Shoko asked who you were texting. It wasn’t worth the embarrassment.
“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ in an attempt to feign levity. “No boyfriend. Or girlfriend, for the record. I haven’t really had time to settle down.”
Suguru hummed. “No kids then, I’m guessing.” Your confusion must’ve shined through, because he laid his hand over Satoru’s and went on. “We’re thinking of getting a surrogate, and the girls are considering adoption. I guess you wouldn’t have a preference.”
For the first time that night, you genuinely laughed. “No, sorry. When it comes to kids, the only thing I’m having is an abortion.”
Suguru’s smile faltered and Satoru’s fell away entirely. Utahime shifted uncomfortable, and for a never-ending second, you thought you might’ve said something wrong, something you couldn’t recover from. Thankfully, Shoko saved you, sighing as she pushed herself to her feet. “I’m bored. Let’s drink.”
This was something all of you could agree on. The table was cleared, bottles selected from a generously stocked mini-bar, and you were gently ushered into the living room – all deep leather couches and dim lighting and snow-white carpeting. This time, you weren’t lucky enough to escape to the outskirts of the group. Satoru insisted that you sit in between him Suguru, where he could lean into your side and drape his arm over your shoulders and make you feel as if you were about to crawl out of your own skin. To cope, you emptied your wine glass quickly and nursed your refill, determined to survive at least another hour before finding an excuse to leave.
With your current life a now thoroughly barred topic, the conversation quickly veered nostalgic. Shoko told you and Utahime about the three months Satoru and Suguru had spent dragging her along on their dates while they were still in the denial-ridden, tension rife, ‘we’re all friends in the exact same way’ stage of their relationship. Suguru reminded Shoko how many of her cartons were probably still in Principle Yaga’s desk. Finally, Satoru squeezed your arm and told the others about the last sparring session the two of you had before your transfer to Kyoto. “You would’ve thought I’d broken her neck. I had her pinned there for, like, twenty full minutes.” Satoru was laughing too loudly. Suguru rested a hand on your knee apologetically. “She was crying and crying, and—Oh, get this, she threatened to tell Yaga if I didn’t let her go. I swear, that’s why she left Tokyo. Just couldn’t make it in the major leagues.” He glanced toward Utahime. “No offense, ‘hime.”
You drained what was left in your glass, desperate for any amount of liquid relief. The wine was hitting you harder than you’d expected, dulling your senses and numbing your better judgement. You might not have said anything at all, if you hadn’t suddenly been struggling to think straight. “That’s not why I transferred, Gojo.”
His grin only widened. “Oh?”
You moved to set your glass on the coffee table, but your hand slipped, your grip loosening beyond your control. Suguru lurched forward, catching your glass with one hand and wrapping his free arm around you. He guided your back, his expression suddenly simpering. “Maybe you should take it easy, love. This might not be the time to pick a fight.”
“I’m not fighting. I’m just saying what happened.” You were slurring, now, the words blurring around the edges. “I—I don’t care about some stupid training session. And he knows that, too. You know that. You were both there—Later that day, behind the gym—”
Again, Suguru cut in. “You’re getting worked up.”
“No, no, I want to hear this.” Satoru leaned forward, resting his chin on his knuckles. “What’d I do wrong, princess?”
“He kissed me. We’d talked about it early that day, who’d been our firsts. I admitted I didn’t have one, and—” Your breath hitched, but you soldiered on. “And he cornered me behind the gym, threatened to break my arm, and kissed me.”
It sounded so juvenile when you said it out loud. There was more. Your hands pinned above your head, threatening to splinter the gym’s rotting wood. Satoru’s body against yours, his thigh lodged between your legs, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he swore that he just wanted a kiss, one kiss, then he’d let you go – but only if you promised to leave your door unlocked for him that night, too. The taste of sugar and cinnamon, so overpowering you could still feel pockets of it in the hollows of your cheeks. You wanted to say that. You would’ve given anything to say that, but the words got caught in your throat and Satoru was still laughing and Suguru was reaching for your—
Suguru.
“And you.” You snapped toward him, teeth bared. “You were there, too. You were always there, and all you ever did was stand by and watch. At least Satoru wanted something from me. You didn’t even care enough to look away.”
Suguru’s smile softened. “That’s not true, love.”
“That’s right,” Shoko chimed in. Utahime nodded in agreement. “He used to steal your—”
“I don’t care. I don’t care.” You pushed yourself up, swaying as you stumbled onto your feet. “Oh, god, you pretended to be my friend. You and Iori. Always inviting me out, always trying to be so nice, and then, the second I turned eighteen, you were telling me how prettyI was, how happy you were with each other, how much you’ve always wanted to try a third. You can’t imagine how stupid I felt for actually thinking—” You cut yourself off with a sharp groan, burying your face in your hands. “This is dumb. I’m going home.”
Immediately, Suguru was on his feet and in front of you. You tried to step past him, but he wrapped an arm around your midriff, pulling you against his chest. “No, you aren’t.”
He was still using that tone – soft and velvet and smooth as calm water. It hurt to listen to. Your ears were ringing. “I’ll call a cab.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then why aren’t you letting me leave?”
Suguru looked to Satoru. It occurred to you, maybe a little more slowly than it should have, that this was something they’d already spoken about. A step in a plan in which you were currently playing your part.
Not that you had much time to consider the finer mechanisms. Satoru nodded enthusiastically, and then, Suguru was cupping your cheek, pulling you that much closer. Kissing you.
Your mind went blank, panic overriding all else. His lips were soft and warm. That, on its own, wasn’t so bad, at least in comparison to the searing heat of his tongue as he forced it past your lips, to the bruising force of his grip as he tightened his hold on your face. Any gentleness he might’ve had was spent quickly. His tongue dragged over your teeth, lips moving harshly against yours. His hand slipped to your jaw, then the back of your head, cradling you against him. When he did pull back, the relief was delayed. It was hard to feel much safer when you were still in his arms.
“The master bedroom’s upstairs,” he said. There was no delusion that he was talking to you.
“The couch, please.” Oh, Utahime. Always so pragmatic. Always so polite.
Suguru sighed, but didn’t protest. He lifted you by your waist, and for a second, you couldn’t imagine what he could possibly be doing.
And then, your back hit the leather of Satoru’s couch and reality flooded back in.
There was a token effort at resistance. You kicked at Suguru, dug your nails into Satoru’s hands when he caught your shoulders, tried to summon the cursed energy which suddenly seemed miles and miles beyond you. Even for the amount you’d drank, you were moving too slowly, struggling too hard to blink away the haze over your conscious mind. Satoru kissed your temple, and it felt as if a white-hot brand was being pressed into your skull. Suguru squeeze your waist, and it felt like he’d reached his hands into your chest and tried to tear out your hard.
In your peripheral, you could see Satoru shifting, moving onto his knees, reaching for his waistband. Utahime was on her feet in a heartbeat. “Hands off. We had a deal, and you’ve already gotten your taste.”
He pouted. “That was five years ago.”
“Be patient, Satoru.” Shoko smothered her latest cigarette, letting Utahime help her to her feet. “We’ve all been waiting a very, very long time for this.”
There was a groan, then an exaggerated sigh. Satoru pulled away and Suguru followed, ever the faithful guard dog. Weak and uncoordinated, you did your best to push yourself up, to stand, to run, but Utahime was on top of you before you could even get off the couch, straddling your waist as she pulled you into a kiss just as deep and twice as hungry as Suguru’s. It was a small mercy and an immeasurable cruelty that her attention drifted quickly. Grasping, graceful hands slipped underneath your top, finding the latch to your bra and pulling it loose. Her mouth fell to your throat, latching onto the side of your neck. You might’ve screamed, but you couldn’t be sure. Your heart was beating too loudly to hear anything else.
Shoko wasn’t quite so zealous. She sat behind you, pulling your upper body into her lap. When Utahime drew back, she teased your top off entirely, leaving you exposed despite your attempts to grab for the fleeting material. “She’s so cute,” Shoko muttered, as Utahime’s mouth fell lower, her pale lipstick leaving a trail of stains over the curve of your breast. “Do you remember the day you graduated? When we took you to that nice restaurant with the private rooms and the open bar?”
You did. The night had been terrible. You’d already been desperate to get out and despite claiming to want to keep their relationship private until the age gap was a little less conspicuous, they’d been all over each other. Utahime drank too much too quickly and tried to slip her hand under your skirt, mistaking you for Shoko. Shoko, unhelpfully, had described their sex life in horrific amounts of detail, her cold eyes and unwavering composure daring you to interject. It’d been embarrassing for everyone. At least, that was what you’d assumed at the time.
“She’d wanted to do this way all the way back then,” Shoko explained. Utahime latched onto your nipple, her tongue running over the sensitive bud. “Pulled me into the bathroom halfway through dinner, begged so prettily for permission to slip something into your drink and carry you home with us. I had to make her cum twice before she remembered why we agreed to wait.”
Utahime lifted her head. Her breath was hot against your spit-soaked skin, but you couldn’t be sure if that was the reason why your blood suddenly felt molten in your veins. “But you left.”
Shoko laughed. “That’s right. Left us high and dry. Aren’t you going to apologize?”
Your mouth was dry, your tongue cotton, but you managed to spit something out regardless. “I—I’m sorry.” And then, trying and failing to swallow back the tremble in your voice, “Can I leave now?”
“Always in such a rush.” Shoko pecked the top of your head. “Why don’t you sit back and let Uta take care of you, sweetheart?”
Not that you could resist. Not that Utahime needed your permission. Your jeans were removed with a militaristic precision, no moment wasted, her own clothing discarded with a similar rushed intensity. Somehow, that scared you more than anything. You were used to feeling exposed around them, on display for an audience eager to soak in every scrap of skin, every suggestive gesture, every implication of intimacy. But that’s all they ever were – an audience. The closest thing to active participation you’d ever had to deal with was Satoru, and that’d been enough to send you running.
The feeling of Utahime’s skin against yours was strange, alien. It was too hot, and there was too much – soft and hard and cold and warm in all the wrong places. Toned muscle weighted heavy against the plush of your stomach, the cold mental of the ring hanging from her neck burning into your chest, and your previous phobias abruptly seemed like child’s play, an assumed pinnacle of misery when you’d actually only reached the tower’s first floor. Her head dipped between your legs, her tongue running over your cunt once, twice, but that wasn’t her goal. Shoko grinned as her wife straddled your upper thigh, sloppily crushing her pussy against yours. She was wet. Belatedly, you realized that you were, too.
Her pace was ruthless. One knee planted in the cushion and the other thrown over your waist, she ground her clit into yours, letting your mixed arousal stain the inside of your thighs and drip down the curve of your ass. The pleasure was rough, blunt, all force with no friction. Arching your back, bucking against her – they were survival strategies, not acts of submission, no different than a drowning man swimming toward the surface. Shoko pulled you flush against her, circling your left nipple lazily with her thumb. All the cruelty without the strain.
You did your best to swallow back any stray sounds, choking moans into whimpers and sobs into long, cracked whines. Utahime wasn’t so shy. Her dark eyes were focused on your face, your expression; her lips left parted for anything, everything to spill out. “So pretty…”
“The prettiest,” Satoru all-but sung. You could see him in the corner of your eye, collapsed into a seat next to Suguru. He had his hand in his husband’s lap. You didn’t want to know why.
Utahime’s lips curled back, eyes narrowing into a half-hearted glare. “Shut up.” She ground her hips into yours, and you gasped, hands darting up to cover your face. Shoko was quick to correct you, cooing as she peeled them away. “I didn’t wanna share,” Utahime went on, voice cracking. “I love you. And Shoko, too, but I love you—”
There was no time to draw back, no time to think. Her lips were on yours and then, she was kissing you, moaning into your mouth. Her pace faltered as her climax washed over her, but you weren’t far behind. The humiliation was almost unbearable, red hot and raw. Resentment and regret and anger and abject misery all rolled into one terrible, shattering, euphoric orgasm.
Utahime took her time. Even as the last of the aftershocks began to face, she held her ground, grinding lazily against you. Shoko shifted behind you, cupping her wife’s cheek and gingerly raising her head. “You happy?”
Her lips quirked downward, falling into a defined sulk. “Do we have to? We could just go home and—”
“That’s not fair, honey.” Shoko kissed Utahime’s forehead, then yours. “We’re all friends here. C’mon—you can help me out while the boys hold up their end of the deal.”
A pit opened up at the bottom of your stomach.
Your voice was weak, hoarse and cracked and pathetic. “…deal?”
“Oh, oh, let me explain.” Satoru, never one to be ignored for very long, was already edging Shoko out of her territory. She sighed, but relented without a fight, collecting Utahime and depositing her on a loveseat across the room. There was a sick sense of betrayal to the sight, as if you were a beaten dog finally abandoned by its cruel owner. This wound should have scarred over years ago, and yet, here you were. Bleeding out all over again.
Shoko glanced over her shoulder, catching your gaze. Without ever looking away, she pulled her belt loose and shrugged her dress pants off entirely before planting a knee on either side of Utahime’s head. She pulled her panties to the side, then settled as her wife eagerly went to work. “Be delicate. The poor thing’s always been fragile.”
“Don’t listen to her.” Kneeling in front of you, Satoru hooked his arms under yours and hauled you onto your knees. You nearly collapsed into yourself, but Suguru was already behind you, already wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck as Satoru went on. “It’s not that bad. You remember how we mentioned that we’re all trying for kids, right?”
Something blunt ran over the length of your slit – the head of Suguru’s cock. A ragged, distressed whine tore past your lips, but Suguru only cooed. “He’s going to need an answer, pretty girl.”
“I—I do.”
“Well, we gave it a lot of thought, and after so many years of not hearing from you at all—” Suguru eased into you, splitting you open. You lurched forward, clawing at Satoru’s chest. “We decided to kill two birds with one stone. Grow our little family and make sure our little princess stays where we can see her.”
Understanding came hot and fast. Suguru ground his hips against your ass, groaning into the curve of your shoulder. He was too big. He was too warm, searing a hole through your core and burning against your back. His movements were short and rough, hair’s width thrusts that left you constantly full, constantly abused, constantly rocking back against him. A large hand slipped between your thighs, two calloused fingers pushing tight circles into your clit. The sounds that spilled out of you were unabashedly miserable, now. A torrent of pleasure and suffering you couldn’t seem to stop.
“The—fuck, the kid, ‘toru,” Suguru panted, his cock twitching inside of you. “Tell her about the kid.”
“Ah, right. That part.” He was shrugging his own pants low on his hips, now. His cock was hard enough to tent the fabric, and once freed, drip iridescent beads of pre-cum down the knuckles of his curled fist. “If it’s Suguru’s, it’ll go to the girls. If it’s mine, Suguru and I get to keep it. We thought that would keep things fair.” He paused, laughed. “That, and I think ‘hime would have an aneurysm if she had to raise something that was half me. She’s mean, like that.”
His attention dipped. His forehead resting against yours, he dragged the tip of his cock over your clit, then lower, smearing his arousal down to Suguru’s base. You shook your head violently, but that didn’t matter. Satoru was grinning, pressing himself that much closer to you. He’d taken off his glasses at some point, stripping away the last protection you could’ve hoped for. You recognized that look, that feeling, that proximity. He’d been just as happy and just as love-struck on the day he kissed you.
The first moments of it were awful. The long, terrible minutes that followed, even worse. Satoru pushed himself into you beside Suguru, their cocks stretching you open in a way you only ever could’ve imagined in some terrible, far-away nightmare. Their pace was unorganized and discordant. They both seemed to want to push that much deeper, to stay inside for that much longer, to push you towards your breaking point that much faster.
Suguru drew patterns into your clit with one hand while pawing at your tits with the other. Satoru kept his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he and his husband ground into you. The last sparks of your last climax were still burning, leaving you sensitive, reactive, prone to twitching in his hold and clenching down, holding tight to what you would’ve done anything to get rid of. You heard Satoru laugh, then felt his lips on your cheek, the bridge of your nose. By the time his mouth found yours, you were almost too far gone to care.
Almost.
He tasted like cinnamon.
You didn’t remember your own orgasm, let alone theirs. There was only a blank moment, void and thoughtless, and then an undeniable warmth in the pit of your stomach, a fullness you didn’t want to get used to. Satoru laughed and Suguru cursed. They drew back slowly, easing you onto your back at the same time. Satoru kept the flat of his palm pressed your bloated pussy, careful to let as little of their spend escape as possible.
Your blinked, and then your head was in Suguru’s lap, a pillow shoved underneath your hips. He sighed as he carded his fingers through your hair, glancing toward his husband. “Tell her what you told me, ‘toru.”
“It was sappy.”
“She’s going to be the mother of our child,” he urged, blunt nails scraping over your scalp. “Do it.”
“Fine.” Feigning reluctance, Satoru sprawled himself over you, propping his chin on your stomach. “I don’t really care whose it is.”
Even through half-lidded eyes, you could see that his smile was sun-bright and clear as day.
“I’d be happy with anything, as long as it means you can’t leave us again.”
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satoru gojo:
- satoru loves to push people away and not let them be close to him and this is reflected in the beginning of his relationship(s). he is afraid of being close and this includes physically. he much prefers to get his dick sucked rather than have sex. it feels less intimate, more "no strings attached."
- if he allows himself to be vulnerable with you and not push you away he starts to warm up to more intimate and close positions. for once there isn't infinity between him and another, he can feel you. all of you. he yearns for the skin to skin contact after pushing it away for so long
- he enjoys a basic missionary, but he loves prone bone and spooning. both of these positions allow him the most amount of physical contact that he can get
- he prefers spooning because it's so similar to cuddling. he is able to hold you while he drags his cock in and out of you. his lips hover over your ear and you can feel his warm breath fan across your skin with every moan that he slips. one of his hands rests on your chest, massaging it, occasionally pinching or twisting your nipples. the other lays between your legs lazily toying with your clit. he notices the way you're squeezing around him, you're so close to cumming. "i'm right here baby, let go for me..." he coos, right in your ear. the sound of his voice always got you going, and right now it was what pushed you over the edge into orgasmic bliss
- in prone bone satoru cannot get enough of your whimpers, despite being muffled by the pillow he's pushing your head into. another pillow is placed under your abdomen, so your hips are angled perfectly upwards for him to kiss your sweet spot with each roll of his hips. he presses his chest up against your back, the warmth from his skin seeping into your body. sometimes he can take it painfully, teasingly slow in this position. you can feel all of him with each slow pump of his cock, each ridge and vein imprinting itself into your pussy. when needy whines and pleas start to escape your mouth, you hear him laugh. that bastard. he's not mean though, he gives you exactly what you want
suguru geto:
- suguru likes anything where he is "in charge" and has more control. he typically goes for mating press or doggy
- when he has you in a mating press, he throws your legs over his shoulders and presses his hand around your throat, forcing your head down. the position of your head forces you to maintain eye contact with him. you can feel his cock twitch inside you if you start tearing up while he's forcing eye contact with you. something about it gets him incredibly worked up
- he's huge on overstimulation and watching you cry is physical evidence of how much he's making you feel
- suguru's dark eyes gaze into your teary ones as he thrusts into you, "i know, i know it feels good angel, i've got you. let go for me, okay?" his words are sweet, bringing you comfort. a warm feeling filled your tummy and your pussy was starting to tighten around him. suguru encouraged you to cum and you finally let go, cumming around him
- when he has you bent over in doggy, he pushes your head down into the pillow and keeps a firm grip on your hair. if he asks you how good it feels he pulls your head up by your hair, reminding you to use your words
- suguru's fingers are tangled in your hair while he ruthlessly fucks you, shameless groans fall from his lips each time your pussy tightens around him. "you gonna cum?" he asks, his voice a low drawl. you try to respond, but your face is buried in the pillow. all suguru hears is muffled cries. he shakes his head, "i can't hear you, you're going to have to use your words if you want to cum..." a fake sugary sweet tone coats his voice, and he yanks your head up. between choked moans you cry out, "gonna- gonna cum, suguru-" he nodded, loosening his hold on your hair, and lets you cum
shoko ieiri:
- shoko is fully focused on her partners pleasure, and she loves double stimulation
- she pulls you against her chest, holding your legs apart with her own. she holds a vibrator to your throbbing clit while fucking into you with a dildo. shoko intently listens to every sound you make, paying attention to every response your body makes. your breath begins to catch between your cries, your body feels electric and she knows you're close. before you can tell her how good it feels, she's pulled both toys from you with a soft giggle
- she loves to make you beg for her to go faster or to cum. she can be so unfair, almost mean. she always knows exactly what you want, but will never give it to you right away
- shoko could cum from watching you get off on her thigh. she holds on to your hips and rocks you back and forth, feeling the slick from your pussy gather on her leg. she'll flex the muscle with your movements and listen to you fall apart, "feels good, hm? all you need is my thigh?" her words feel mocking, almost humiliating, but she feels the way your cunt clenches around nothing
utahime iori:
- 69 is utahime's preferred position. even better if there's toys thrown in the mix. she adores pleasuring her partner, and it's even better when she's getting pleasure at the same time
- she is always eager to bury her head between your thighs and make you cum on her tongue. the way she eats you out is gentle and loving. the intimacy of it makes it feel incredible, even if she isn't messy with it. utahime essentially makes out with your pussy and loves to press kisses to your sensitive clit. two of her fingers pump into you as she makes you fall apart. between sucks on your clit she mumbles words of encouragement, "cum, baby, please."
- utahime has a tendency to be a bit of a pillow princess when she isn't in 69
- if you are willing to fuck her with a strap-on she absolutely melts under you. missionary is her favorite position for this. seeing you on top of her while you make her feel good clouds her mind. as your fingers brush her clit it feels so good that she forgets about the constant frustrations of her day, solely focusing on you. she wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer, "feels so- so good..." she whispers. her sounds are so quiet which is a shame, she sounds so sweet
toji fushiguro:
- mating press mating press mating press
- did i mention that toji loves a mating press
- he doesn't even bother to start in missionary, he knows that you're ready to take him completely. toji made you cum on his thick fingers before even thinking about filling you. you feel the callouses on his hands against your legs as he throws them over his shoulders. he spits straight on your pussy before pushing into you
- he knows he's big and he knows that you feel so full in this position. the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust, fucking you dumb. he can't get enough of it. he keeps a relatively straight expression while keeping his eyes laser focused on your face
- he likes how you can't squirm away from him. he often leans his weight down onto you so you're trapped underneath him, forced to take it. "that's right, take it, doin' so good for me," he'll praise once that fucked out expression takes over your face
- sometimes he will wrap one of his hands around your throat and pound into you, "mhm, you liked that, yeah?." his words make you feel dirty but he isn't wrong. it was evident in the way that your pussy started to spasm when he put pressure on the sides of your neck and a whimper escaped your lips
- if you're mouthing off to him, he loves to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you in doggy. he thrusts his heavy cock into you, over and over, until your attitude is gone. how can you mouth off when your brain is hazy and full of him
- sex with toji is often on the rough side but he can very rarely be soft. he lets you lazily ride him, his hands rest on your hips to guide you. he's mesmerized by the way your tits bounce in his face, sometimes he latches his lips around your nipple. he sucks on it with a satisfied groan, his other hand groping your ass now
kento nanami:
- nanami is very partial to lotus or missionary
- both allow him to feel close to you, he loves intimacy. everything stresses him out, but not you. never you
- with lotus he loves how he can feel your entire body. the skin to skin contact makes him feel dizzy with desire. he can feel every breath you take and every movement of your hips. he holds you steady while you grind into each other, moaning into open mouthed kisses
- he can always tell when you want more from him, but what's the fun in just giving it to you? he makes you give him explicit directions for what you want from him
- "i could make you feel so good, just tell me what you want." nanami is hovering over you, just barely touching you. your nerves are evident in your voice as you trip over your words, "i'm not sure what you're asking me, sweetheart. could you be more clear?" he whispers directly into your ear, his voice deep and low, echoing through your soul
- when he finally pushes into you he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure and says, "see, i told you i could make you feel good." he brings his index finger down to play with your clit while he steadily thrusts into you
- nanami loves making you cum, it feels like a reward. better than any overtime paycheck
hiromi higuruma:
- higuruma really enjoys cowgirl. he can grab at your body wherever he'd like, he has complete access. he's also able to see your face, watching your expression as you grind your hips onto him drives him insane
- an honorable mention for him is you sitting on his face, using him his nose to feel good. he's addicted to the feeling of you grinding on his face, his tongue continually collecting all your juices. savoring the flavor, wishing it could never leave his mouth. after a long day all he wants is for you to let him taste you. somehow all his stress melts away when he's between your legs, especially when you're on top of him
- higuruma is rather basic and enjoys a steady sexual "routine," he goes between the same few positions. if it isn't cowgirl he enjoys missionary or spooning the most. however, if he had a particularly difficult case he likes doggy. he has you bent over the nearest piece of furniture, drilling his aching cock into you as he rants about how terrible his day was. with each complaint his grip on your hips gets tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he doesn't last long, but it helps him to blow off steam
- he will never leave you unsatisfied. if you need to blow off steam he is willing to be used in any way that will make you feel so good that you'll forget about whatever is bothering you. he buries his head between your thighs, occasionally nodding as you vent your frustrations. with each expletive from your mouth, higuruma latches his lips around your clit and sucks down with vigor. to prove that he's listening he will from time to time mumble something along the lines of, "i'm sorry, honey," and then continue sloppily working his mouth on your pussy until you cum
choso kamo:
- choso is a simple man, he enjoys missionary a lot. he likes that he can see your face and can easily lean down to press kisses to your lips whenever he wants
- he adores the intimacy of it. it makes him feel so close to you. he thrusts into you, "fuck, i love you," he growls between moans. choso toys with your clit, he needs to see you feel good, and he wants to feel your pussy squeezing around him once you cum
- he always starts off soft but gradually gets rougher. sometimes he doesn't know his own strength, he's drilling into you while pinning your hands down to the bed. his head is buried in your neck and he bites down. cries of pleasure escape his lips, echoing in your ear. he runs his tongue over every bite to soothe the dull sting, relishing in the way you taste
- choso can be into some mild bondage. to him, it shows a sense of undying trust and loyalty between you two. he ties your hands to the bed and slowly teases you. he loves to see how you squirm under his touch while he worships your body. this goes both ways, he loves when you bind his hands and ride him. he enjoys being completely at your mercy
yuji itadori:
- it is known that yuji is an ass man. for this reason, doggy or reverse cowgirl are his favorite positions. he gets a good view of your ass and is able to grab or slap it as much as he pleases
- the way his dick disappears into you while he watches your ass bounce up and down on him is mesmerizing, he can't take his eyes off it. he's shameless in the way he can't keep his hands off you. and you best believe that he's not keeping quiet, "fuuuuck," groans loudly, "feels so good like this, love watching you too. keep going."
- yuji's favorite part of doggy is seeing how your back arches when he thrusts into you. sometimes he'll playfully smack your ass when you arch into him. you moan out his name when the new angle allows him to perfectly hit your sweet spot, "you like when i do that?" his voice comes out as a growl in your ear. when you don't answer, he'll land another slap to your ass and repeat his question
- yuji is also very into 69. getting his dick sucked while he's eating you out? hell yes. sounds like a perfect night for him. he loves hearing how you struggle to moan with your mouth full of him while his tongue is inside you. he makes sure to give all of your pussy equal attention, licking up from your hole to your clit, and then gently sucking down. he's loud as he works you with his mouth, he's lost in complete ecstasy, moaning into your skin about how your mouth feels amazing around him
- he's quite fond of spooning as well. he can lazily roll his hips into you while being so close, it's perfect right before bed. he peppers your neck with kisses and whispers how he loves you, he doesn't stop the affectionate praise until he feels you cum around him. he pulls you extra close after, holding you tightly until you both fall asleep
megumi fushiguro:
- megumi loves missionary, he doesn't care that it's basic, he loves it. there's so much opportunity for intimacy and closeness. his head feels hazy when you wrap your legs around his waist, and he holds your hand to ground himself
- he likes that he's able to look at you. he keeps his eyes on you at all times, his stare is a bit cold and intense, but it's so megumi. watching how your face contorts in pleasure makes him feel good about himself. he honestly feels like he's worth something
- as megumi thrusts into you, he will lean down and press messy, open mouthed kisses to your lips. he mumbles some praise about how good it feels, but it's all nonsense really. these moments are when he feels the most passion. you two are completely, fully, dedicated to being close with each other. the mutual focus on the others pleasure is an added benefit
- he'd never say it out loud but in his head he considers the way he treats you as making love to you rather than just having sex. that term feels very endearing and personal in his mind, but he could never say it to your face
- he has a tendency to not be super vocal, both in bed and out of it. he's always been a man of few words but in bed he's biting his lip to hold back the moans that want to escape his chest. with some encouragement he slowly starts to let himself make sounds. he feels the way your pussy will tighten around him when he groans in your ear. your reactions make him want to be louder every time
- additionally, i am a firm believer in munch megumi. if he doesn't have you in missionary he loves to be between your legs, eating you out slow and steady. feeling how your body reacts to him, for him, gets him so worked up. he loses his composure and starts devouring you with a newfound vigor. the way you taste has him absolutely pussydrunk, "gonna make you feel so damn good..." he can't even form a full sentence away from your pussy, he's sucking on your clit between words, he can't get enough. the feeling of your legs clamped around his head while you cum is the closest to heaven he thinks he'll ever be, he chases that feeling each time he buries his head between your thighs
yuta okkotsu:
- cowgirl is his favorite by far. it checks off all the boxes: he can see your face, he gets to watch your tits bounce in his face, you can choke him, it feels good for you both
- he can't get enough of you being on top, no matter how many times you ride him he continues to get riled up as if it was the first time
- it heals part of him, knowing that he's wanted. you want him, over and over again. he likes that you can use him to make yourself feel good. he loosely holds your hips, trying to memorize the angle that hits your sweet spot with every thrust. he is wholly dedicated to making you feel the best he can, even if you're the one doing the work
- sometimes he will latch his lips around one of your nipples, gently sucking and circling his tongue around the swollen bud. sucking on your tits is honestly a guilty pleasure for him, he finds so much comfort in it and his brain quiets down, filled with nothing but you
- riding yuta is not a complete experience without choking him. the whimpers he lets out when you wrap your hand around his throat are absolutely divine. it brings him right to the edge every time he feels that pressure on the sides of his neck, it drives him crazy in a way that nothing else does
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utahime’s mouth is already on your neck when shoko walks in — late, like always, the scent of smoke clinging to her lab coat as she drops it on the floor. “already started without me?” she hums, half amused, half annoyed, watching the way your fingers twist in the bedsheets. utahime doesn’t stop. her lips brush lower, warm breath skating over the top of your chest. she’s been like this all evening, needy and clingy.
“you were taking too long,” she murmurs, tongue flicking over your nipple, voice pouty. “she was getting impatient.”
you weren’t. not really. you’d wait hours if it meant shoko would crawl into bed and look at you like that — half lidded eyes, cigarette barely hanging on between her fingers. but utahime's jealousy gets under your skin in the best way.
“aw,” shoko says, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing her hand along your thigh, “you miss me that bad, princess?”
you nod, lips parted, breath hitching when utahime sucks a mark into your collarbone. shoko’s eyes don’t leave yours. “say it.”
“..missed you.”
“good girl.”
utahime glares, but her hands never stop moving. she’s already pulled your panties to the side, already sliding two fingers through your folds like she owns you. maybe she does. maybe they both do. it’s hard to tell whose name you’re moaning louder.
“jealously looks cute on you,” shoko murmurs toward utahime, finally flicking the cigarette into the ashtray and climbing fully into bed. she pulls you into her lap, letting your back rest against her chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other sliding down your stomach, just barely brushing over where utahime’s fingers are still moving between your legs. “but you’re going too easy on her.”
“she’s already shaking,” utahime mutters, flushed, licking her fingers and pressing a kiss to your thigh like she’s trying to calm herself down. “she’ll cum too fast if i—”
“so?” shoko’s voice is lazy. “let her.”
you cry out when they both touch you at once — utahime’s mouth pressing between your legs, shoko’s fingers tugging at your nipples and whispering filthy things into your ear. you don’t know where to look. don’t know whose name to moan. don’t know how to handle the warmth building in your stomach with both of them all over you like this.
“fuck, that’s it,” shoko purrs. “you take it so well. i wonder how you'd take my new strap.”
utahime’s eyes flick up to look at you - she’s sucking at your clit now, slow and firm. you’re all hers.
you cum hard. and then again. and again.. and again. until you’re panting and crying both names mixed together. shoko’s smiling against your neck. you’re the prettiest little toy she’s ever owned.
“look at her,” she breathes. “you did good.”
utahime kisses your trembling thigh. “we both did.”
(Warnings: Yandere, dark content, dark, misogynistic language, delusional behavior, kidnapping, blood, violence, +ShokoHime x reader, choking (not in the sexy way tho), threesomes, oral!F!recieving)
Synopsis: Regardless of what Satoru and Suguru tell you, you've always felt left out in this relationship. But when you leave, you quickly find out there's no line your ex-lovers won't cross to get you back
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When you come home that night, they're already cuddled together, watching TV.
It's cute. Your boyfriends were always so loose with their affection. When Suguru was cooking, Satoru would lean on his back, more than happy to talk his ear off. Suguru would hold Satoru's waist, steadying him, being his anchor. At night, you'd catch them reaching for each other, trying to hold hands even in their sleep.
It's clear to even the blind: they are soulmates.
And you were just extra baggage.
You don't know how you caught their eyes, but this past year was fun. They've been sweet, both of them have. Inviting you into their lives, into their home, into their bed. Everything moved so fast, but you didn't mind. You were young and a bit spontaneous. Two beautiful men showing a glimpse of interest in you wasn't something you could pass up. This was nice, while it lasted.
But unlike them, you aren't forever. Their bond would never come close to anything they could have with you.
It took a while for you to accept that, but eventually, you did.
"Hey, babe," Satoru calls. "Rough day?" He lazily waves you over. Suguru grunts, before shifting over to make space.
Despite it all, you're a coward. You don't announce it; you just stare at them. Fondly. Yes, this was nice. You don't think you could handle telling them, though; that would be too much. Seeing how little they cared would break you.
"Yeah." You give. "Rough day."
You weave through the house. It's theirs. Not yours. That they've made clear. You're an afterthought. It's the little things. Their toothbrushes are together, yours on the other side of the sink. Their shoes were neatly stacked side by side, and yours were always tucked away in a corner. Left out. Forgotten. Why wouldn't it be like that? They've been together for years. You were still an outsider.
You only have a little to grab. You just grab your extra clothes, the hair clips you have a terrible habit of leaving around. Just a few items. And then the bedroom looks like you'd never been there at all.
When you come back out, they don't notice your suitcase. Satoru laughs loudly at something happening on screen. Suguru chides him sternly. Good. It's better this way, you think as you take your suitcase to your car. You don't need any additional heartbreak.
You make a few more rounds, collecting everything you need. Suguru only catches you when you are about to leave their house forever.
"Angel?" He calls. "Where are you going?"
He's looking at you, head tilted in mild curiosity. You manage to smile, looking down at your car keys.
"Out for a drive." You shrug. "I'll be back."
Suguru takes it at face value. He lets you go with a small 'have fun'. The walk to the car is heavy. Metal dumbbells on your shoulders.
When you get in the seat, you finally allow yourself to sob.
~
I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore
That's how you ended the wall of text before blocking them. It was the coward's way out.
"No." Utahime's quick to tell you. "It's the only way. Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise."
You shouldn't be so quick to listen to her, considering she hates them both. Still, she was more than happy to offer you her home while you picked yourself back up, and started looking for an apartment. You'll humor her for the time being.
"She's right," Shoko pipes up. Her dark circles are even more prominent tonight. You guiltily think it has more to do with you than with her patients, but she and Utahime have insisted that you stay with them.
"It was for my sake, more than theirs." You say honestly, tucking yourself into the couch. "They...don't care about me. At least, not like they do each other."
Utahime rolls her eyes. "You are blind." She says. "Those two were obsessed with you. I'm just glad you got out while you could."
You laugh, but it beats crying all over again. Utahime doesn't find what she said as funny. She chides you again, something about being oblivious before she settles down to watch the movie she put on. Shoko falls asleep right at the intermission. Her head falls against your shoulder. Utahime leans against you too. And it's nice to have friends to fill the void they left.
~
Satoru appears first.
You woke up later than you would have liked. Your eyes are itchy and red from crying all night. Utahime was more than happy to give you her guestroom, but you know you can't take advantage of her kindness for too long. Tomorrow, you'll start apartment hunting.
Today, you'd sit on the couch and eat ice cream.
When you go downstairs, you hear a hushed whisper. Utahime's by the door, using her body to keep someone out. She looks angry.
"-No one's here but me. Now get the fuck off my property." She seethes.
You recognize his voice. You aren't ready. "Have you heard anything? Anything at all?"
"No." Utahime gripes. "So go, Gojo-"
He catches your eyes. Your heart gets stuck in your throat.
He's taller than her. It takes little to no effort to barrel through her body, easily shoving her aside to get to you. You flinch, his touch burns when he grabs you, pulling you into his arms.
"Oh, baby." He sighs into your hair. "There you are. Missed you."
It's too soon. You aren't ready. You can still feel the emotions bubble up from that night, when you collapsed in Utahime's arms, sobbing your heart out. This wasn't fair. They never made it fair.
You cast a glance at Utahime. She was scowling, close to boiling right over the edge. It gives you enough strength to try to push Gojo off, but he only lets go, when he wants to.
"Okay." He smiles, reaching down to grab your hand. "C'mon. Let's go home. You had us both so worried for a sec, but if we explain everything to Suguru it'll be okay."
You find your voice then. As well as your strength. His grip on your hand isn't all that tight. It slips away when you gently shake him off. Satoru stops, confused.
"Satoru..." You start. "Didn't you get my text?"
He rolls his shoulders, agitated. "Yeah, but-but it doesn't matter."
There it was. His lovable personality. Casual careless, nonchalance. For once, you aren't annoyed by it. Maybe your grief made you numb to it.
"I did mean it," you say as plainly as you can, "every word."
He freezes. You smile at Utahime.
"Could you give us some time?" You ask.
She frowns, but she's never been able to say no to you.
"Ten minutes." She finally says, before she's marching back to the kitchen. You still hear her muttering while leading Satoru back to your room.
"I'm sorry." He says when the door shuts behind him.
"For what?"
He runs a hand through his hair, taking off those glasses he loves so much. You can't look him in the eyes for too long. It brings up too many memories.
"I fucked up, right?" He says, he sounds desperate. You've never heard him sound like this before. "I'm sorry. I dunno what I did, but I'm sorry."
You shrug, picking at the lint of your sleeves. "You didn't do anything. I just...it felt like a good point to just-"
"-Leave us?" He cuts in. "Come home, baby. I'm so sorry, just come home and we'll figure this out." You look away because you can feel the tears burn up.
"You didn't do anything." You insist, but your voice is weaker.
"Was it Suguru? Did he do some bullshit?" Satoru interrogates. "What'd he do? I'll kick his ass, I promise." You hide your smile underneath your sleeves.
"He didn't do anything either," you assure, "neither of you did."
He's getting more and more desperate. "Then why did you leave us? What's wrong with us? Why can't we go home and talk this out? Please come back, baby; home doesn't feel like home without you."
Isn't this what you wanted? A confession. Evidence that they wanted you just as much as they wanted each other. Satoru certainly did. Suguru did, too, considering how hurt Satoru implied him to be. A week ago, you might have been over the moon, too wallowed in self-pity to do anything but agree, run back into their arms, and willingly sink back into 2nd place all over again.
But the thought of going back to their home makes you feel sick.
"I can't." You decide. "I just can't. It's over, Satoru."
I'm sorry. You keep that last line to yourself because you're too scared to crack in front of him. Shatter. Splinter.
Satoru doesn't share the same sentiment. You hear movement, and when you look up, he's crying.
A part of you wants to hug him, but you hold yourself back because he isn't yours anymore, and maybe he never was. Still, it hurts seeing him like this. The piece of you that still wanted him is ready to forgive and forget. Your vindictiveness keeps it at bay.
"That's not fucking fair." He's saying through his tears, even when he's crying, he's beautiful, "You-you can't just ditch us like this. You don't get it; we can't live without you. It's killing us; you're killing us, baby." He staggers forward, in a way that makes you afraid he might fall. In the end, he just collapses on the bed. Eventually, you take a seat next to him.
He's looking around, you catch him eyeing the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. The hair ties on top of the drawer. The plushies on the bed. You think it might finally be starting to sink that that you're truly gone.
"Suguru can't sleep these days, y'know that?" He starts, a sardonic laugh in his throat. "He pretends to, but he can't. He stays up all night just wishing you'd come home. The guy is miserable without you, and you can't even gimme a fucking answer."
His voice cuts you just the way it's supposed to. You wince, feeling his words slice into his skin, finding their way into your heart. You look at his shoes for a moment. He didn't bother to remove them. Maybe that's another reason why Utahime was so pissed.
"I was starting to feel like an afterthought with you two." You speak. "I mean, it makes sense, you two were together, first. I thought the barrier would just take time to go away....but then it didn't."
How many times has Suguru taken Satoru's hand over yours? How many times has Satoru forgotten your drink but not Suguru's? How many inside jokes you didn't understand? You always felt petty for being jealous over the tiniest things, but those tiny things kept getting bigger and bigger until it felt like they'd been purposely building that barrier themselves.
You were sick of feeling like the third wheel in your relationship.
"Baby..." Satoru's voice is tinged in guilt and you can't look at him because you can feel the tears start to well up. "I-I didn't realize." He grabs your hand.
"Come home." He pleads. "We'll fix it, I promise. We'll be better. We'll do better."
You shake your head, slipping away from his grip.
"It's too late." Your voice is shaky. Please let him not notice. Please, please, please for once can his oblivious about everything but his one and only work in your favor? "You can't fix anything, Satoru. Not now."
"You haven't even given us a chance to-"
"You should go." You stand up. Satoru follows you out the door. Utahime's already outside. She catches your eyes and nods.
"Gojo." She speaks, tone clipped. "Get the fuck out of my house."
He stills, frozen like the prettiest painting in the world. His eyes turn to ice as he stares at her. Utahime doesn't budge. If anything, she advances, pulling you close, acting like a human barrier between you and your ex-boyfriend. You take it immediately, nestling into her side, taking refuge from his icy stare.
There's silence. You only relax when you hear his footsteps fade and the door slams ricochets into the apartment. And that's when you break down into Utahime's arms completely, letting her coo you into comfort.
"Maybe I am being overdramatic," you say when Shoko comes back later that day. Utahime was enraged since Satoru left, pacing around the apartment. It's only after both you and Shoko coaxed her back into the couch that she calms down enough to take a seat next to you.
"Maybe this whole thing is ridiculous. I-I should just go back and-"
"No." Shoko is immediately saying voice firm. "Absolutely Not."
You can smell the hint of smoke when she came back from the hospital. You try not to assume it's because of you.
"No way in hell are we letting you go back there after what he did." Utahime gripes.
"He didn't do anything." You argue. "I swear, I-I was just...being pathetic."
Warm hands lift your head up. You struggle, still shuddering from your sobs as Utahime forces you to look at her.
Her eyes are brown. Not as glittery as Satoru's, who's eyes shine like the burning sun itself. Not like Suguru, with his celestial purple. No, hers are just brown.
You didn't realize how beautiful brown eyes could be. Not just the color of home; the color of chocolate; the color of brownies. The way the light cast down at them made them deep and dark, like a night sky. If you looked closer, you could see tiny stars swimming around.
"Listen. Are you listening?" When you nod, her voice softens. She tucks your hair behind your ear.
"You deserve better." She insists. "You deserve better than them. So so much better. I know you can't see it right now, but there is better out there waiting for you." Her voice loses all momentum all at once. "Just...trust me, okay?"
Her desperation to be heard makes you smile a bit. You nod. Her frown loosens, just the tiniest bit. She relaxes.
"Thanks," you say after a beat. "I...I needed that. I'm glad I have goods friends."
Utahime's hands drop from your face. She collapses into the couch cushions with a groan. Shoko laughs.
"Told you." Shoko says, mirth and alcohol on her tongue.
Utahime flips her off, and Shoko takes her place. She settles into your side.
"They were assholes." She tells you. "Forget about them. And she's right, you deserve better."
You were glad they were there for you, even when you weren't there for yourself. It felt nice that they cared. Vouched, Advocated for your comfort. They made better boyfriends than your old boyfriends ever did. Their support helped heal the Satoru and Suguru-sized holes left in your heart. Every day became a bit better.
When Suguru eventually turned up, you were a bit more prepared.
He's a bit nicer than Satoru was. He actually knocks, instead of relentlessly pounding on the door. He doesn't barrel through Shoko when he spots you cowering behind her. His face betrays nothing. He's still. A polite smile is stretched on his lips. Shoko isn't happy about letting him into her home, but when she glances at you, you nod. You needed to do this. You needed closure.
And so did Suguru.
You don't speak to him until you're shut in your room. Geto cuts the silence first.
"How have you been?" He asks nicely.
"Good." You respond. "You?"
"Good."
Conversation stilts. You don't know what to say. Luckily, your ex is never the man who stays silent for long.
"How's living with Shoko and Utahime been?" He asks, "I'm surprised you've put up with them for this long. They were pretty scary in high school."
"I bet you two were scarier." You counter.
He smiles. It's soft, looks good on him. You find yourself smiling back. When you take a seat on the the of the bed, he doesn't follow. You don't know whether to feel glad or not.
"Yeah, I'm not the proudest of those times." He admits with a sheepish laugh.
It dies down, and you know the artificial barrier between you two has broken. You shift, waiting for the inevitable.
"Satoru told me what happened." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Angel. We-I didn't know how you felt. Everything was so perfect, I just thought you felt the same."
"It's fine." You assure, and this time, your throat doesn't clog up, and your eyes don't feel itchy. "Really. It's-it's fine."
"It's not." Suguru shakes his head. "You'd be in bed with us if it were."
That comment pricks something deep within your skin. You swallow, turning away from his piercing purple eyes. They were much like Satoru's. Breathtaking, you could stare at them for hours. You used to.
But now, you don't have that desire anymore.
And maybe now that you aren't so attached, maybe you could try being a little more honest.
"I was jealous." You finally admit. "I couldn't help it. I-I always felt like I was fighting within my relationship. You two were so much closer to each other than I was. Than I ever could be, honestly."
Suguru frowns, troubled.
"That's not true." He insists, soft, but something's burning underneath his tone. "Satoru and I have history, but that doesn't mean-"
"I was runner-up." You cut him off. "For both of you. Looking back, I'm not really upset. It was always impossible for anything to come between the two of you. This-" You gesture between you and him "-was always inevitable."
"It's my fault." You smile at him, hoping it comes across as sincere as you feel. "I couldn't stand being second place."
He moves then, kneeling in front of you. Eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He catches your hands in his. You let him. A parting gift.
"Angel." He starts. "We never once thought of you as that."
You shrug. "It doesn't matter." You reply. "It's how I always felt. You can't really change the way I feel about things, Suguru."
You think he's realizing that he's beginning to lose you. His grip gets tighter as if he can physically keep you with him at the very least. He shifts until he's right at your knees, looking up at you desperately.
"Come back." He insists, abandoning his persuasions. "Just...come back. At least for a little while? We can try again, can't we? Just give us a second chance?"
It's strange, they don't look too similar, but you can see the similarities. Wow, they're just perfect for each other, aren't they? Yin and Yang. Two halves; one whole.
You were always a leftover. You just had to learn that the hard way, through days of heartbreak, crying, and sobbing your heart out. It took you awhile to understand that the affection they had for each other is different from the affection they had for you.
You shake your head. His hands nearly crush yours.
"I love you."
It takes you a while to figure out what he said. When it does sink in, your world tilts. Your heart stops at his abrupt declaration and you must stare at him because why? At first, you think he's just desperate: lovebombing. And then you look into his eyes, his sincerity. No, he means it. It makes you feel worse.
"Satoru does, too, but you know him-he'd rather die than admit something like that." Suguru gives a bitter laugh, one you find familiar even after all this time. "I've always wanted to tell you but thought it was too soon. I thought we had all the time in the world." His voice tapers so he doesn't have to say the obvious but clearly you three didn't.
You want to reach over, tuck a stray lock behind his ear but you stop yourself because he isn't yours anymore. You gave it all away when you ran. Instead, you curl your hands around his in silent understanding.
You don't know how you didn't realize it before, but Suguru is less put together than usual. His hair is typically well-groomed and shiny, but now you see split ends. His eyes are clear and bright, but today...they aren't. A dull purple. Hazy violet.
He's miserable.
You did this. This was all you.
"Satoru misses you," he says, "always had. Barely smiles anymore. I don't think I can blame him."
They loved you. They love you. This was all what you wanted. Just a bit of recognition. There's a tiny part of you that's still itching to jump back in Suguru's arms, kiss him until you're out of breath 'just kidding! it was a prank! let's go home!' and then you two would leave hand-in-hand back to Satoru.
Going back to them would make them happy, but not you.
But Shoko was right. You deserved better.
"It'll get better." You assure. "You'll heal."
Day by day, the cracks in your heart start to seal. Bit by bit. It may never heal over completely, but you know you'll be okay one day. And they'll be alright too. Who knows, maybe in a couple years, you'll all laugh at this.
Suguru shakes his head and stands up. His eyes are just the bit glassy, but he's blinking them away before anything gives. It's just like him, honestly, so you're not too upset.
"You don't get it." He's smiling, not quite in humor. "I don't think you'll ever do but..." He trails off, mid-thought.
"But what?" You press.
Then he sighs and closes his eyes. When he looks at you again, his signature pleasantly cold smile is on his face.
"I did all I could, I think." He turns around, abrupt. "I'll see myself out."
You're caught off-guard by his sudden departure, but by the time you're following him, Shoko's already leading him out the front door, locking it with exasperation.
"Is that it?" She asks. "They won't be barging in anytime soon, right?"
You stare out the window, watching as Suguru gets in his car. Something bubbled in your stomach.
~
It was one of those nights. Shoko had come back early. Utahime was back from the school. You had planned a cute little evening for the girls and a relaxing night in. You had everything: wine, freshly-prepared dinner, a cheesy horror movie, and an announcement you're sure they were more than happy to hear.
You had just settled down the blanket when you hear Shoko come through the door. You take off her coat before she can even touch it, excitedly flitting around her.
"What's gotten you in such a good mood?" Shoko asks, her dark circles even more profound than before. You don't have to feel guilty about those for long.
"You'll see!" You chirp back.
Utahime strolls out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Her hair is still wet. You'll ask if you can blow dry it later.
"That's what you've been saying for nearly an hour now." Utahime groans. "Just tell us already. Or at least, me."
"Patience." You chastise. "But, it's a good surprise, I promise."
She's not satisfied, but she sits down anyway. They eat dinner, complimenting your skills all the while. You preen at their praise. It's a stark contrast between Suguru and Satoru, how cold they'd often been whenever you did something nice for them: tilted smiles, less-than-receptive words of 'oh baby you didn't have to'.
As you lived with both couples, you can see the similarities. Utahime's temper is close to Satoru's, but that's where the similarities stop. She's more serious and less likely to blow off your feelings with a playful huff. Shoko and Suguru share the same laid-back personality, but Shoko is always there to listen to you instead of cutting you off with condescending sympathy.
Wow, maybe Satoru and Suguru were a little more shitty than you initially thought.
Eventually, the night draws to a close. They're drunk, full, and smiling. Perfect. You clear your throat just when Shoko refills her fourth glass.
"Again, I'd really like to thank you for letting me stay." You start. "It meant so much to me to have two amazing people to support me like this. So, thank you."
Utahime smiles. "Don't thank us," she says, "again, you can stay for as long as you want-forever, honestly!"
You nod. "Well, I don't think I have to do that anymore."
Shoko freezes mid-sip.
"What?" She asks.
"I talked to my parents." You tell them, oblivious to their stone faces. "And I'm going to move back in with them, just until I get back on my feet. Isn't that great? Now, you two won't have to-"
You stop when you finally notice how cold they look. Utahime looks close to tears.
"What's wrong?" You ask.
"You're leaving?" Utahime asks, her voice nearly cracks. "Why?"
That...wasn't what you were expecting. Shouldn't they be glad the third wheel is finally out of their house? Why does Utahime look so heartbroken? Why is Shoko so quiet? What was going on?
"Isn't-isn't this what you wanted?" You fumble with your words. "Now, you don't have to share the house with me anymore. It'll be just the two of you again."
They exchange glances, and it reminds you of those secret conversations Suguru and Satoru used to have. Except this time, you can read their faces.
"What if...we don't want it to be just the two of us anymore?" Shoko starts, hesitant, reproachful like she's approaching a scared wild animal.
Your eyebrows scrunch. "I don't understand."
At that, Utahime drops her head in her hands. "Oh, c'mon! We've been doing this for weeks! You can't be that oblivious-"
And then, she stops herself. Looks at you. You stare right back, and the three of you have the exact same realization at the exact same time.
"Oh." You breathe.
"Oh." Utahime whispers.
"We're all idiots." Shoko says behind her glass.
"Wait wait. Hold on." You backtrack. "You-you two want...with me?"
"Yes!" Utahime exclaims. "Yes! God, now everything makes sense. I thought you were just trying to let us down gently, but this whole time you just weren't even paying attention!"
"No." You argue, face hot. "You two were just really subtle."
"We all sleep in the same room, these days." Shoko lists. "'Hime sat on your lap with nothing on but a bra and panties."
"I thought we were just doing friend things!"
"What kinds of friends sit on your lap, half-naked?" Utahime asks, mortified.
"I-I-" You give up.
All this time. You were mourning over something you lost months ago, even when there was something blooming right under your nose. God, you're an idiot.
Hands. They clasp your own. You look up into Utahime's pretty brown eyes.
"We want you to stay." She whispers. "We want you." You take a glance at Shoko.
"Do you want us?"
You take a deep breath.
You nod.
She's smiling, and then Utahime's kissing you. Soft, so soft, nothing like the possessive kisses Satoru gives you. It's innocent and adoring and you find yourself melting into her completely.
Utahime disappears and before you can mourn her warmth, Shoko's lips join yours. You can smell the alcohol, the slightest sting of cigarettes. You don't mind it. Her kisses are nothing like Suguru's, all powerful and domineering. She takes what you give her, asking ever so nicely for more.
You break away, panting.
"You good?" She asks.
You nod.
"Good." Shoko hums. "Cuz we're gonna fuck you now."
"What?"
Shoko pushes you down on the couch. You land with an oomph before Utahime's descends on you with a flurry of kisses.
"Waited so long to do this, baby." She's sighing into your lips, fiddling with your shirt so she can pull it off. "Weeks and weeks."
She pulls down one of your bra cups, massaging at your tits. You hadn't had action in so long, so you eagerly encouraged her movements, kissing her back with just as much fervor. Shoko takes her place next to her girlfriend, pawing at your other tit.
"Look." Shoko purrs. "One for each of us." Her soft mouth sucks on your nipple, swirling it around her mouth. Your head leans back with a pleasant sigh.
"Feel good?" Utahime asks. "She's good with her tongue, isn't she?"
"Yes," you nod, and Utahime gives out a delighted giggle, peppering your face with kisses. You gasp when you feel her hand shift through your shorts, palming at your dripping pussy.
"Poor thing." Utahime's cooing, and there's a brief hint of mockery in her tone. You've never heard that before. It turns you on even more. "They never gave you attention back there did they?" She circles your clit. "They were too busy sucking each other's dicks to pay attention to such a pretty pussy."
Shoko pops off your tits, shifting down. She kisses her way to your stomach. You blearily watch as she adjusts herself until she's right at your shorts. Utahime follows her lead, tugging off your shorts. Your panties go next.
And then you're staring down at them with trepid anticipation.
"I meant what I said." Shoko says softly. "You deserve better. You deserve someone who cares for you."
"You deserve us." With that, She and Utahime latch onto your pussy.
They're everywhere. You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there, arching your back as one of them sucks on your clit while the other licks into your hole. She manages to stick her tongue inside of you, and it's enough to shoot sparks through your eyes.
"So tight." Utahime's hissing into your cunt. "Sho, after this, you wanna try to fuck this pussy with your strap?"
There's a soft laugh, and Shoko pulls away from your clit to answer, much to your disappointment. You whine, thrusting your hips in the air. She stills you with a hush.
"I don't think we're ready just yet." She hums. "Yet."
When you glance down, they both are making out with your clit. It's debaucherous. Their soft lips are connected, your tiny bud locked in the middle as their spit trickles down into your pussy. Utahime groans and when you look further down, you realize she's touching herself.
You don't know which part of this makes you cum, but you cum. It's the hardest you've ever orgasmed. There's so much stimulation that your hips buck up, trying to chase the sparks of pleasure. They let you, licking you through your orgasm.
When you come down, your thighs fall apart, splayed against the soft cushions. Utahime still isn't finished, licking at your clit. You shudder at the overstimulation, whining until Shoko is pulling her off of you by her hair.
"Good, baby?" She asks, crawling back up to you. You kiss her as an answer. She melts in delight.
You break the kiss, glancing over at Utahime.
Taking the silent request, she kisses you again. You can taste yourself on her lips. You don't mind it. For some reason, it's sweeter on Utahime's tongue.
When she breaks away, she stares at you, face soft. "You're staying, right?" She asks you. "You'll stay with us? Because after this, I don't think we could ever let you go."
You give a shy nod, and Utahime beams.
"Then, you're ours now," Shoko says, settling into your side. "And we're yours. Always."
"Always." You breathe, content, happy. You could almost go to sleep.
Shoko slaps your thigh.
"Not yet." She warns before propping you up. "First, I want you to sit on my face."
Hours later, you wake up delightfully sore in bed. The two girls are curled up next to you. When you move, you can still feel the bruises Utahime left. You never knew she liked to bite so much.
You can't even begin to remember what happened, but you don't regret any of it. Hours and hours had passed as they fucked you and fucked each other, and you fucked them.
Shoko shifts beside you. She was always a light sleeper.
"Awake?" She asks.
"Yeah." You softly say back.
She hums, shifting a little more to face you. Utahime's behind you, arms protectively curled around your waist. At your voice, her eyes twitch.
"Shut up." She grumbles, but her arms cinch around your waist.
Shoko stretches as she rises up. You miss her body warmth but you don't mind the view she gives as she saunters over to the dresser, pulling on some clothes.
"I'm gonna get food."
Utahime mumbles out her order. You say nothing because you don't want to come in between them, and then Shoko looks at you.
"What do you want?" She prompts.
You blink, and when you answer, Shoko smiles, and then she's out the door.
The interaction makes your heart warm.
Still, it can't last.
When you go to get up, Utahime protests, grabbing your wrist.
"And where are you going?" She prods.
You fumble. "Back to my room?"
"What? Why?" Utahime demands with a frown. "What's the point, you're already with us, now."
"Oh." You blink, but you give in and slink back into bed. "Is...this really okay?"
"For God's sake, " she hisses, but you don't count it against her because Utahime has always been a little grumpy after waking up. "Yes. We're obsessed with you. How are you so blind?"
"We want you, and we're not like them." Her voice drops in disdain. "We'll treat you better. You're ours now. You're mine."
"Yours." You repeat, something warm fluttering in your belly.
"You can't leave, we'd go crazy, okay?" She seriously tells you. "If someone else takes you away, I'd lose it. And Shoko is okay with murder."
You laugh.
"That's not a joke." She warns.
"I know." And you kiss her again.
It's like that for a couple weeks. You live in peaceful domestic bliss with two wonderful girlfriends. Now that you're in an actual loving relationship, you can't tell why you ever contemplated ever going back to Satoru and Suguru. Shoko actually talked to you about your feelings. Utahime cared about your input. You weren't treated like an afterthought, second place.
They were with each other longer than they had been with you, but they never made you feel like you had to fight for your relationship. Speaking off Satoru and Suguru, they never once contacted you after their first two attempts. They'd clearly given up.
Everything was just perfect.
And then, it just wasn't.
You were in bed with them. Fifteen minutes ago, Utahime shuffled off to go to the bathroom. She still wasn't back. Half asleep, Shoko grumbled.
"She's probably in there fighting a cockroach." She complains, but she rises anyway. "Sleep, I'll be back." She kisses you on the cheek, and then she's gone.
Their body warmth fades, but they stay because they're tired. These days, you can't really sleep without them, so you wait for the girls to return. Two minutes pass. Then, five. Then, ten. By then, the bed is cold.
You open your eyes, sitting up. It's so quiet. Are they okay?
You pull off the comforter, stepping onto the cold wooden floor. The apartment feels strangely...haunted somehow. The air felt heavier now, thick with an invisible tension, like the house itself was holding its breath. It must be because you feel alone, you're sure of it.
The bedroom leads to a dark hallway. As you make your way down, you can hear something. Voices? Murmuring. The relief almost makes you laugh. Seriously, what were you even afraid about?
The living room is horrific.
They look dead. You can't tell if they're breathing or not. Shoko's eyes are closed. Utahime's limp body is sprawled across the floor. There's blood on the wooden panels.
Suguru doesn't even blink.
"You're awake." He says it so casually, like waking up to your ex-boyfriends mauling your girlfriends is normal.
"What..." Your voice fails, you weakly try again. "What did you two do?"
Satoru answers, smiling with glinty teeth.
"Isn't it obvious? We're getting rid of the competition."
You don't understand, your brain hasn't caught up yet, you still think you can talk to these psychos.
"It's their fault." Satoru's still smiling, but there's nothing happy about his tone. He's carrying a knife. There's blood on it. "It's all their fault. They manipulated you into breaking up with us, baby. That's how these useless sluts got you into their arms." He spits on Utahime's hair. You cover your face with your hands.
"But, it's not like you aren't at fault, Baby." He points the knife at you. "You left us for them. I'm not letting you off the hook for that."
You don't know what he's saying. His movements scare you, his eyes, the knife. When you glance at Suguru, you don't know what you're expecting.
But you know you aren't expecting...that.
His purple eyes are icy cold. Utterly devoid of any emotion. You don't think you're staring at a person, anymore.
"You lied," Suguru says, "You lied about us not giving you enough attention. You just wanted to leave us. For them."
You step back. They step forward.
Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise. Utahime warned you. Looking at her limp body, you wondered if she thought they'd ever go this far.
"I didn't." You weakly insist. "I-I wasn't lying about anything! It-it wasn't like I wanted to leave-"
"It's okay, baby. I know you'll come back with us. Right after we're done dealing with these two whores."
"You'll belong to us." Suguru promises and he steps on Shoko's hands. "Just like always."
They were both crazy. Nothing could get through to them. Now, you would sit there and watch them maul the only things in your life that made you feel complete.
The worst part is that everything was your fault.
Shoko's pinky twitches. You can see Utahime take shallow breathes.
And you speak.
"I'm sorry."
Your weak voice makes them stop in their tracks. Satoru glances at you, Suguru does too. You can't convince them. The only thing you can do is play into their delusions.
"You're right." You say, the tears finally feeling useful. "I just wanted to leave. I-I was just bored. I wanted something new." Suguru's lips curl and you quickly move on. "But-but the more I stayed with them, the more I realized...how much I missed you two."
Satoru halts. You caught him.
"I did." You stress, carefully making your way to him on feet that were close to dropping at any minute. "Every day, I thought about you two." You reach out, touching his face with shaky fingers. "I really really wanted to come back, but I was afra-afraid you wouldn't...want me back."
Satoru reaches up to touch your hand. His fingers are cold. You resist the urge to shudder.
"You missed us?" He wonders.
The lie feels like sand.
"More than anything."
His kiss is violent. He crushes you with his grip, touching and biting and everything you hate. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting him suck your soul dry.
"Don't kill them." You whisper when he finally pulls away. "Please don't kill them. Everything was my fault."
Satoru's face is pensive. His gaze drifts off to Suguru's. Those silent conversations you hated so much.
Then, Satoru gives a delighted sigh.
"You're lucky. I love you so much." He kisses your nose, before pushing you in Suguru's arms.
"I'll clean up here. Suguru, go back to the truck." He demands.
You don't fight, letting Suguru drag you away. Shoko and Utahime live in apartments, but you're afraid if you scream, Satoru might change his mind and gut them anyway. Before Suguru leads you off, you catch Gojo scoffing before he kicks at Utahime's face. You gasp and pray that when Shoko wakes up, she'll be coherent enough to call for an ambulance.
I'm sorry, you tell them. I'm so so sorry.
Suguru pushes you into the backseat of their vehicle. You obediently take a seat.
"You shouldn't have left." He tells you. "You should've stayed."
His face is cold, but his tone betrays the tiniest tremor. If you weren't so scared, you'd laugh. The irony is that he's the one who feels wronged here.
"I'm sorry," you say anyway.
He hums, not quite satisfied with your answer.
"You aren't." He responds, and you hate how well he knows your tells.
And then, he grins.
"But you will be."
Hands reach out, gripping your neck. You flail immediately as Suguru cuts of your oxygen. You can't breathe. You can't fucking breathe. No matter how tightly you squeeze onto his wrist, digging your nails into his hands, clawing at his face. He keeps you still, keeping you there as you grow weaker. Your vision gets blurry. Your attempts get sluggish. There's a kiss on your forehead, and you black out completely.
~
You wake up in a room you've never seen before. And your neck is sore.
The pain drifts in as soon as consciousness does. You feel like you have a hangover, your head throbs, your eyes struggle to remain open. You can't go back to sleep either, not when it hurts so much.
The panic doesn't settle in until you catch the cuffs on either one of your legs, keeping you attached to the bedpost. Silver chains, with enough lead to let you move around a bit. The cuffs are padded so you don't rub yourself raw. You don't care about the thoughtfulness.
They're in the room with you, watching with silent eyes. Nausea builds up in your stomach, and you wonder how long they'd stayed there, just watching you.
You miss Shoko. You miss Utahime. You missed people who actually loved you.
Not these two. Monsters that lied and pretended, but deep down, they were just too selfish to share.
"You were out for a while." Suguru comments.
"I told you to use the syringe," Satoru remarks, but he doesn't sound too upset. At his voice, Suguru laughs.
You shift in your spot. Suguru takes that as an invitation. He sits at the edge of the bed, watching you with satisfied eyes. You must look pathetic: shivering, in tears. He reaches up, catching your tears with his finger.
"So cute." And then he frowns. "You know why we're doing this, yes? You were bad. You need to be punished."
"I'm sorry." It's all you can say. You feel like a broken record, doomed to repetition over and over again.
"You aren't. You should stop lying." Suguru says sweetly. "But I'm sure, a couple hours in your new home will help you think about how much you hurt us."
You wanted to scream, but you can't cuz your throat still hurts from Suguru's hands, and you know he's not above putting his hands on you this time. Maybe he never was, you just never saw this side of him until you made him snap.
"You're leaving?" You stumble, moving as they back away but the chains only take you so far. There are no windows, and when Suguru shuts the light off, the only thing that's keeping you from the dark entirely is the light emitting out the hallway.
"Wait." You beg. "Please. Wait, don't-don't leave me here. I'm sorry. This is scary. I'm scared."
Satoru hesitates at your broken voice. Like a shark smelling blood, you pounce.
"Satoru, please."
"If you keep coddling, then the lesson will never be learned." Suguru warns.
Satoru stares at you. He's not wearing his sunglasses. You can see him for what he is now.
"I love you." He says it so sincerely, you almost believe it. "This is for your own good."
