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★ Chapstick

When people are kind to Shoko, she starts to cry. When people pay attention to her, she becomes self-conscious. When people talk to her, she becomes withdrawn.

She cries over you. Becomes self-conscious. Withdrawn.

Monday. Morning crying spells. Satoru blows up her phone asking her to come with on an outing because you will be there.

She has to escape you for a cigarette break. You follow after her.

It's just been a few days of knowing you, and yet Shoko is feeling her heart start to pound like you're knocking on the door to her soul.

The sweltering summer heat is already melting her mind. Pair that with you wearing a sundress and her mind is too fuzzy to think straight. She zones out while you talk.

Smoke drifts past her thin lips.

She intently observes you as you stop talking mid-sentence and start applying chapstick; how it squishes your lips, how it rubs back and forth across them, how you part your lips almost erotically, how your lips shimmer so subtly. Now Shoko's begun staring without realizing.

"I like your chapstick." she blurts out.

"Do you want some?" you flirt.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks start to burn.

"What? Like let me use it?"

"No, like let me kiss you."

A Moment of Peace.

a/n. I TRIED LOL . requested by my fav mutual ever @chuuqxs ♡

syn. A old memory of you gently coaxing Shoko to take a break and catch some much-needed rest. That memory always seemed to drift into your mind when your laying in bed with her.

wc. 1.3k+ warnings. none [shoko ieiri x f!reader]

She was so beautiful. She was like a flower, a flower that was often overlooked by passersby. Like a flower, she had a delicate beauty that sometimes went unnoticed. But anyone who took the time to look a little closer would see the brilliance and resilience that resided within her.

And obviously, Y/n would be the type to look into her, to dig deeper into her life during that time, or at least she tried to. She just wanted to be in her life. But hey, trying is always a good thing. It may lead to something not going your way, but when you take those small chances, those chances that you might not think would make a big impact on your life, somehow do.

"You're tired," you said, breaking the silence. You spoke softly, your words almost coming out as a whisper. Leaning against her office door with your arms crossed, one hand empty but the other filled with a cup of coffee, your black bomber jacket crinkling slightly with every arm movement. A small smirk, one that could be mistaken for a smile, graced your lips. It was an overly sweet one, though.

She looked up from her paperwork, the pen still in between her index and middle finger "I wouldn't have guessed," She couldn't help but let her lips curl into a faint smile. Whenever she saw you and spoke, she felt like several boulders were getting lifted off her shoulders. Or at least, that's what you allowed yourself to think, "I thought you would've gone home by now, especially at a time like this." Shoko leaned onto her chair, swiveling around a little as her gaze shifted from you, to the clock, then back to you.

Y/n hummed, contemplating if her answer was appropriate to say "Would you like my answer to be.. 'I just wanted to see you'?" Her voice slightly wavering, tinged with a little hopefulness. She could see Shoko's eye bags and tired expression from here. Hopefully Y/n could convince her to take a break, even if it was a small one.

"I would." The brown-haired, tired woman said, her face partially obscured by strands of her hair, her gorgeous yet weary eyes framed by dark, puffy shadows – a clear tell-tale sign of sleep deprivation. The small, dark mole on her left cheek somehow added to her beauty instead of detracting from it. It was a wonder that no one was with her, yet.

You couldn't help but smile lightly as you pushed yourself off the wall and moved closer, leaning over her desk. Your jacket brushed against some of her unfinished paperwork, and carefully, you placed the coffee down on the desk, making sure not to spill any. With a tender gesture, you lifted your hand and grazed your fingertips over her forehead, gently pushing aside strands of her hair.

Your head was cocked slightly, your arm retracted, as you looked down at her sitting figure. Your mind was constantly consumed with thoughts of her, her presence the present in your thoughts. She was the center of it, the focal point of your mind. These days, it was all that seemed to be on your mind, a hazy whirlpool of thoughts about her, and only her.

Damn it all, shes good.

You muttered under your breath, your gaze drifting to the side. "You take such good care of others, yet neglect yourself." This wasn't a novel observation. She knew it well enough. Her brows furrowed as she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of defensiveness and resignation. "I can't take a break... The injuries and deaths are mounting daily," she retorted. "and besides," she continued, her tone softening just a touch, "when was the last time you took a break yourself, hm?" Silence settled over the office.

Y/n looked back to her, a sigh escaping her lips. "We.. could take a break together? A quick nap and I could help you with your er.. paperwork- yeah? ..Does that sound good?" Y/n awaited for her answer, hoping she'd agree so she can just hold her and let her have some peace of mind.

Shoko closed her eyes momentarily, her thoughts weighing the pros and cons of accepting. If she was to accept, she'd finally snooze and relax. But she still does have tons of paperwork and that could mess up her schedule..

"Alright.." she opened her eyes as she got up, going to Y/n's side. She took her hands and intertwined her fingers with hers. The coldness of her own hand a stark contrast to the warmth of Y/n's palm.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as relief washed over her, thankful that she had finally agreed to take some time off.

As the two entered the teacher's lounge, a chill immediately sent a shiver through the air, seeping into nearby rooms. They made their way to the couch, where Shoko settled into her seat, her left leg draped over her right, still holding Y/n's hand in hers.

Her shoulder softly pressing against yours, her hand resting on your lap, her head instinctively finding comfort in the crook of your shoulder. Eyes shut tight, her head tilted against yours, the soft locks of your h/c hair mingling with hers.

You hummed a gentle tune, your lips curving into a soft smile. Turning your gaze downwards, you placed a sweet kiss on the top of her head. Shoko shifted closer, her free hand gliding gently under your chin, gently lifting it to meet her gaze. With tender affection, she pressed a delicate kiss onto the tip of your nose.

Her touch was incredibly delicate, yet it felt like it sent a tingly, energetic sensation through you. It felt like it provided motivation to do a bunch of push-ups, back-to-back, without stopping.

Thoughts hurried in your mind;

'What lotion does she use.. And how does she have the time–'

'I could kiss her all night.'

'I'm so utterly in love with this woman.'

More quickly flooded in your brain- rushing in a frantic pace. But, before her hand left your chin, it all stopped, she went back to trying to take the rest she so badly needed.

Y/n remembered how her and her love had fallen asleep, not just for a brief nap, but for more than three hours.. Oops.

And of course, you were the first to be woken up – from Satoru Gojo himself. His clicks from his phone might have been the main reason you woke up. It was funny, but a little annoying – still haven't told her about that to this day.

The memory fluttered into your mind like a gentle breeze, warm and comforting. You turned your head to glance at Shoko, lying peacefully next to you in bed. The way the light from the windows cascaded over her, casting a warm glow on her features, only added to the tranquility of the moment. Her brunette strands cascaded across her face shone with light and each breath she took caused her chest to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She appeared completely at ease, as if all the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.

You looked back to the ceiling, weakly bringing your arm up to see your hand. The ring on your finger glimmered in the curves of the curtains from the window light, a band made of polished silver, with a large oval diamond set in the center. Flanking the main stone were several smaller diamonds, their shine catching the light and casting tiny rainbows on your skin.

You looked back at her and let your lips curved up smoothly, your eyelashes fluttered delicately, creating soft, delicate shadows on your cheeks as you gazed at her. She was the woman you adored beyond measure, the only person you could imagine spending eternity with, the one you would choose to marry in every single universe.

Could u do a Shoko moodboard, honey? 🙃🩵✨️

Dating Shoko Ieiri <3

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guys i wanna write shoko x reader should i

Shoko when you get home from work

Shoko, who gets a call from you at 9 pm, telling her that you have work late. She hates that you can’t come home on time. She really wants you to come home.

Shoko, who’s disappointed. It was your birthday. She had a gift waiting for when you got home. Her. She was layed out on your shared bed, naked and alone,

Shoko, who calls you a while after you called her. She told you happy birthday and said she had a present for you. But since you couldn’t come home, she would give it to you over the phone.

“Hey baby.” Shoko called you. She was disappointed you couldn’t get off work on your birthday.

“Hey, Shoko. What’s wrong?” You could hear the concern and sadness in her voice. You were sitting at your desk, twisting in your chair. Fortunately, you wished you were at home with your beautiful girlfriend.

“Nothing. I just miss you. And since you couldn’t come home. I thought I’d give you your present over the phone.” You were confused but aroused. You sat at your desk, wondering what she was going to do. On the other end of the phone, you hear wet squelching noises, soft whimpering, and small claps of skin.

It was Shoko playing with her pussy.

You were gagged. You felt your panties dampen at the juices and moisture of your pussy. Oh how you wished you were at home.

“ You hear that? T-that’s my wet pussy. It’s so wet from thinking of you, sitting behind your desk, in your sexy work suit. Fuckk, how I miss you so much, baby.” You listen to her words, now playing with your pussy, getting close to your orgasm. You wanted to be at home so bad right now.

“Fuck, I’m cumming! You better hope no one walks in on me. Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, fuckk, I’m cumming so hard right now.” You hear her moaning and gasping on the other end.

“I’m on my way home.”

MDNI, smut, foursome (??), squirting, fingering

Thinking about sitting naked on Satoru's lap with your back against him and your legs spread out, while Shoko mimics your form on Suguru's lap as you both face each other. Satoru and Suguru's fingers plunge deep inside your and Shoko's cunts respectively while their thumbs work on your swollen clits, competing on who will squirt first. The lewd yet sweet sounds that fill the room are almost pornographic.

Thinking about making eye contact with Shoko as you both squirt at the same time, the competition ending in a tie. It's only fair if you go again, right?

ac: ohzouni

Jjk men and women reacting to you being followed home

P2 with Todo, Yuji, megumi, nobora, yuta, Inumaki here

Suguru geto

Satoru gojo

Kento nanami

Toji fushiguro

Ryomen sukuna

Shoko leiri

Choso

THE INK IS STILL DRYING

Marriage is hard work! I mean, I wouldn't know but that's what I hear. I wish you all prosperous relationships.

The jjk characters during your divorce!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: DIVORCE & SEPARATION (children of divorce, close your eyes), angst, talk of IVF/embryos, profanity, jealousy, insulting language, allusions to addiction, drunk texting, tiniest bit of fluff.

A/N: I imagined these were texts you would get during your separation with the characters. So, you're not divorced entirely! Yet.

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WHERE, OH, WHERE IS MY FOUR-LEAF CLOVER?

Falling in love is kind of weird. I don't do it, but I know that's the general sentiment. But, it gets weird and awkward if you fall in love with your best friend. A word to the wise: tread carefully!

The jjk characters are your friends that you're crushing on!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi, Kusakabe & Utahime Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume & Shiu

CW: fluff, profanity, a little bit of jealousy, mention of phone sex lines, mention of hospice.

A/N: Happy pride month, my fellow lgbtq peeps. I'm going to celebrate by watching the gayest movie ever: St. Trinian's 2.

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COME GET YOUR BABY

Let me tell you there's only one thing better than pining, and that's balls to the wall upfront confessions, baby!

The jjk characters finding out you're going on a date!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: fluff, not-so-subtle manipulation tactics, jealousy, profanity.

A/N: can be read alongside 'where, oh, where is my four-leaf clover?' but also can be read as a stand alone. eat up! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one. 

“shit, right there! oh my- right there.”

she’d moaned pushing your head flushed against her pussy, grinding her hips down on your fingers. your thumb flicks against her pearl, tongue collecting her nectar.

“you taste so good” you’d groan, latching your lips on her clit, coaxing another orgasm from her, enjoying how your fingers squelch inside her.

mikasa, historia, utahime, maki, shoko

NINA I LOVE YOU PLEASE ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ YOU'RE SO *SCREAMS* I WILL WRAP YOU UP LIKE A BURRITO ILY- please i can't help it my gay lil med major heart- I WAS DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING !!! LOOK AT HER i wish shoko was my prof or something man I LOVE HER ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ THIS IS SO GOOD FR I BLACKED OUT FOR A MOMENT I WANT TO BE HER TROPHY (I CAN'T EVEN START ABOUT YUKI RN I WILL PASS AWAY)

Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 11

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Hello!! Second part of my first series/smut/ Drabble lmao, hope you guys enjoy <3

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

Second part so hopefully you read the first part and got the gist of it. Filthy, lesbian smut :) established polyamorous, lesbian relationship. Semi-public sex, masturbation

11.35pm

11.36pm

11.37pm

Time kept passing, and neither Shoko or Yuki were home yet- and you were bored. At this point in time you moved to your shared bedroom and were now laying in bed after stripping your shorts, now only wearing Yuki’s shirt- which was too big for you- and the black panties you stole from Shoko like a naughty puppy.

Thinking about Yuki got you all hot and bothered- but without at least one of your girls, you had to take the matter into your own hands.

Your hand creeps down your body, tactically moving underneath the black underwear and ghosting over your heated core. It reminds you of the way Shoko always touches you, calculated moves drawing out small gasps and whimpers as she never interrupts the intense eye contact.

With a defeated sigh you pull out your phone and set it up on the nightstand next to you. The first time you weren’t quite so successful and it slipped and dropped, but the second time it didn’t- the camera now capturing a perfect view of your body as you settled back into position.

“Really miss you two.. think you’d hurry ‘nd come home..” you admit to the camera but directing your request towards your pretty girlfriends, your plead followed by a soft sigh as you moved your hand down your panties again.

Once more, your mind starts to wander but focusing on her this time.

Shoko. Shoko. Shoko.

A chant racing through your head, causing you to tremble, to moan at the imaginary touch of your favorite doctor. Whereas Yuki is more energetic, fucks you like she hasn’t touched a woman in years- Shoko is a lot more calculated in her movements.

Memories of the broody brunette flood your mind and vivid images of her leaning against that wooden desk of hers, in her office, cause you to jump slightly as your fingertips barely graze your throbbing clit, a string of your arousal clinging onto them.

And you remember vividly.

Her, you, in her office late at night. You came to visit her during her night shift, and you two were all alone.

“Hmmm.. keep your legs open for me, can you do that?” She murmurs against your dripping cunt, lapping at your heated middle like a starving animal with expert fingers slowly pumping into you, scissoring you wide open for her.

Shoko knew exactly how to drive you mad, how to lick and suckle at your clit while her fingers worked into you ever so gently, her trimmed nails carefully dragging along your warm, wet walls.

“Shoko, Sho.. please-..” you begged quietly, pushing your hips further towards her soft lips and shaking underneath her touch.

Yuki might push you physically, pulling and twisting you into all kinds of positions and overstimulation your body and cunt for hours, using her strong hands and quick tongue and her favorite strap, but Shoko…

Shoko tortures you mentally, making you beg and plead and pray for her like she’s god herself. Your doctor wouldn’t spank you like Yuki would, no, but she will make you cry pretty tears until she would finally allow you to touch her already whenever you dared to disobey her, after she had touched herself so sinfully in front of you with your hands tied behind your back. Pushing her delicate fingers in- and out of her own, soaked cunt, never breaking eye contact with you.

Shoko could make you cum with her eyes alone, her intimidating gaze drilling into you much like her fingers and her beautiful dark, sleepy eyes never leaving the masterpiece that your body is- a sculpture in desperate need of polishing.

“Tsk Tsk..” she coos, her voice low and sultry and toxic. “So impatient.. needy lil’ thing, hm?”

Her tongue licks a strip up your core, before disappearing entirely into your clenching cunt alongside her fingers, watching you closely and registering every single twitch and shudder of your muscles, the way your soft skin twisted underneath her and how your breath was shallow and fast.

Shoko is a smoker, and a drinker. One could say she’s an addict to nicotine and alcohol- if only they knew her real fixation, cigarettes and booze and any other substance she has ever ingested paling in comparison to you. Even the craving of a cigarette after a hard day, or the warm embrace of whiskey in the evenings couldn’t ever compete with your sweet taste.

The only sweet thing Shoko enjoys, and simultaneously the reason why the doctor can’t stand any other sweet things- you’re more than enough for her tastebuds. Your arousal would cling onto Shoko’s tongue, stick at her teeth like chewy caramel, coating her entire mouth (and even her chin, so messy) with that delicious liquid she seeks.

Even Winnie the Pooh himself ain’t got shit on her when it comes to your honey.

“Why don’t you ask again, mh? For me, sweet girl..” she asks huskily, her cheek now resting against your thigh as she never halted the movement of her digits, massaging and rubbing your sweet spot.

“Fuck- please Sho-“ you ask, voice high and airy and so desperate. Desperate for the older woman.

“Watch your mouth, pretty” Shoko warns, her eyebrow twitching slightly at your use of cuss words. She doesn’t approve if you do, convinced you’re far too refined, too good for such expressions.

You’re her good girl after all, her sweet little girlfriend, her favorite trophy. Shoko never wasted a single thought about buying you pretty things or treating you to your favorite lunch. You deserve to be spoiled after all, don’t you? And when Yuki is just a little too rough on your body, fucking into you just a little too unhinged, Shoko would be right there to treat your little bruises and blemishes. It’s a deadly combination, but it just fits so perfectly- Yuki is a fighter, the heavy hitter. But Shoko is a healer in every way, and she’ll always put you back together just for Yuki to break you down entirely, and the circle would repeat itself. Again, and again.

“‘M sorry, sorry Sho, please- please, I’m begging you!” You cry out, hoping Shoko will notice the apologetic tone in your voice. With your favorite blonde you weren’t afraid to be bratty, you would push her buttons and see just how far you can extend your limits, but you want to be good for Shoko. You need to be good for Shoko.

With a simple nod, Shoko dove right back into your cunt. Her wrist is now picking up the pace and her tongue circles your clit with experience, gaze fixated on you like a lion stalking its prey. With every passing moment, the tension crackling and almost igniting in her office at Jujutsu tech, you got closer and closer to your climax.

And looking down was a mistake.

A mistake which catapulted you directly into your orgasm, too fast, too sudden to realize what was happening.

Shoko’s cheeks were flushed red, her pupils blown wide and making her eyes appear even darker than usual. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and the tip of her nose glistening underneath the dim lighting after it kept rubbing against your cunt, occasionally brushing your clit. It’s rare, a luxury, to see the brunette so heated about something. And her nonchalant demeanor nowhere to be seen- if Shoko is passionate about even just one thing, it’s to make you feel good, to show you how you deserve to be treated. And now she isn’t as put together as she usually is either, her lab coat hanging loosely off her shoulders and a droplet of her salvia- venom, according to your opinion, one that will drive you mad seeking more- running down the corner of her mouth.

And it’s unsure who’s more obsessed with whom- if you adore Shoko more, or if she’s more mesmerized by you. When you first met the intimidating doctor, well respected by her peers and a valuable asset to the sorcerer’s world, your breath got caught in your throat. She might not seem that way at first glance, but she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Like a panther she circled you, stalked you until she caught you between her claws with the intention of never letting you go again. And you’re more than willing to let her eat you alive, savor your flesh between her teeth and drink your blood if she had asked you to allow her.

“You’re okay, sweet girl.. cum for me, be good and I might just give you a treat” she reassures and commands with the same words, curling her fingers in a way she knew would heighten the pleasure of your ongoing climax, one that crashed over you and threatened to drown you.

You don’t mind drowning though, do you?

Not if it’s Shoko who’s pulling you under to take your breath away, to surround you entirely until there’s nothing but her. Shoko is your Narcissus, and you’re happy with drowning as long as it meant you could keep looking at her, keep existing within her enchanting presence as it is truly a privilege to be loved by her.

Second part y’all, third part will be up soon (hopefully) :> I’m so in love with Shoko oh my god. Anyways please let me know what you think about the use of my color usage and the format overall 🙏 still trying to figure it all out:)

This part is dedicated to @nanam0-0n , the biggest Shoko Simp I know except for me 😔

Ngl I feel like there needs to be more attention towards JJK women other than smaus or drabbles so that's why I added people like Yuki, Shoko, to my characters list 💗 They're so UNDERRATED and GORGEOUS bro how do people not make enough fics about them 😩😩

(Relating to the JJK poll on my blog, if you wanna vote go ahead)

The results of the JJK poll will show to me after a week, but while we wait I wanna know if y'all want fluff, angst, or smut, or maybe a mixture of two? Just so that I have a general idea or template in mind ^⁠_⁠^

NOTE‼️: if smut or any option containing smut is chosen, I will not include Yuji or Megumi from the poll even if it is the number one choice, I'll just either change the type or character.

Have a wonderful day loves (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Ofc 💓💓💓🫶🫶🫶

If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know I'll be more than happy to do so! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Relating to the JJK poll on my blog, if you wanna vote go ahead)

The results of the JJK poll will show to me after a week, but while we wait I wanna know if y'all want fluff, angst, or smut, or maybe a mixture of two? Just so that I have a general idea or template in mind ^⁠_⁠^

NOTE‼️: if smut or any option containing smut is chosen, I will not include Yuji or Megumi from the poll even if it is the number one choice, I'll just either change the type or character.

Have a wonderful day loves (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Who is your fav bbg? ( female ) [ aged up ]