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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.”
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
contents: various sex positions, mentions of rough sex, overstimulation
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
you find yourself a whining mess as she grips the back of your hips. holding you down as she thrusts into you without a care. too angry from earlier when some guy had the nerve to flirt with you at the club. the thought of him even breathing near you sends her in a rage.
“baby- please I wasn’t even looking at him-“ you try to plead as she shoves your face deeper in the pillow to shut you up. she fucks you as she groans from behind. always so hotheaded.
her hand goes back on your hip as she fucks you faster. no longer wanting to hear your excuses. her breathing gets heavy as she groans slightly again. as if she can feel the strap go into you.
“yeah? kept talking to him like he was so fucking funny” she replies as her left hand wanders down over to your clit. playing with it as she finds that enjoyable. matching the timing with her thrusts.
the sight before her is something she revels in. seeing her pretty girl so overstimulated and still bucking against the strap wanting more. she gives you what you want as she puts her weight on top of you.
the sounds of plab plab plab echo throughout the room. of course also with the sounds of your whimpering and moans. her uneven breathing as she stares down at you. whispering soft words.
you see stars as you finally come. she comes at the same time. breathing in your neck as she stays there. doesn’t move before she finally speaks. hearing her sound softer now and no longer filled with jealously.
“you okay sweet girl?” she asks you as you manage a nod. she softly hums at that before slowly moving off of you. pulling out as she moans at the sight of your cum spilling out.
leaving to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. as you lift your head up slightly as you hear her move in the bathroom. if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that getting her jealous gets you a good fuck.
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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.”
