#sashisu smut
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OBSESSED: SHOKO (feat. The Boys)
A/N: This took an entirely different route than I expected when I first started dribbling it. This was a fun one 🤭
C/W: Cuckholding, Mature, 18+
Fact: You are the hottest woman alive.
Fact: Shoko is no better than a man.
Shoko is no better than a man because she has used you — your pictures, your smile, your tight hugs — as her personal spank bank.
Truthfully, she can’t really pinpoint the moment you broke her brain.
All she remembers is that there was an inflection point in time. Before meeting you. And after meeting you.
And the funniest part of it all is that you two have nothing in common.
Shoko is a sorcerer at Jujutsu Tech. You are a normie at University of Tokyo.
Shoko can count on one hand how many people she can tolerate. People flock to you in droves. And you like it.
Shoko is red wine and cigarettes. You are champagne and birthday cake.
So how the hell did a bubble gum, pretty pink, girly girl, princess work her way into Shoko’s life? And take permanent residence in a little (extremely large) part of her brain?
Not to mention the havoc you are wreaking in her heart. Whatever is left of the cold, shriveled plumbing system keeping her alive.
When was it exactly?
Shoko lights another cigarette on her short 2 mile walk home. You have a habit of making her burn through her vices.
Was it the night you went out dancing?
When the dress you wore made Shoko see God?
You grinded every part of your mind-altering curves on her, and Shoko left sopping wet. At home she immediately reached for her vibrator. Unable to look herself in the eye for a full day after that.
Or maybe it was the time you fell asleep curled up in her lap. Wearing one of her old ratty softball shirts, smelling like her shampoo. Small, rhythmic breaths flowing from your lips.
You looked like the missing puzzle piece in Shoko’s life.
No, no.
It’s definitely was the time you came barreling into her apartment with balloons and flowers and cupcakes that were too sweet. All because Shoko had finally mastered her reversed curse technique before the prodigal sons.
You can barely even grasp the concept of curses. And why would you?
A soft, gentle soul like you couldn’t muster enough negativity to form a curse.
You live in the clouds. Among the angels. You can’t see curses and yet — somehow —you’re the most supernatural person in any room.
She’s completely, fully, idiotically smitten with you.
And so is everybody else.
You pretty, unaware little thing. You have the two strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech and their personal medic wrapped around your dainty fingers and you have no idea.
Suguru? He stares. Vision sharper than a hawk. He watches you talk, eat, walk, text, think. Suguru anticipates your next breath and would kiss oxygen into your mouth if he could. Even still, despite how taken he is, Suguru is the best at concealing his puppy love.
Satoru is the absolute worst.
Limitless goes off the second you step into a room. And Satoru rarely clicks off his technique otherwise. Even when it’s just Shoko or Suguru around.
He all but chains you to his body. He’s always lifting you, hugging you, carrying you, holding your hand, holding your hair. Satoru would crawl inside of your body and live there, if he could.
Then there’s Shoko.
Who seethes when anyone looks your way. But also masturbates to the thought of other people touching you.
A fucking mess of a conundrum, right?
The first time it happened was about 8 months ago. Definitely one too many glasses of Cabernet were poured. You two were gabbing on the phone. Exchanging the best and worst sex you’ve had to date.
And you. In that melodic, breathy, gossamer thin voice of yours that belongs in Heaven’s choir started saying the dirtiest things. About how cock-drunk you were. How you begged and pleaded for more. Swallowed cum like it was your only sustenance. And squirted all over your lover, only to kiss it off his face after.
Shoko touched herself until she came right then and there. On the phone. You unknowingly talking her through her one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life.
Since then it’s been a horrible habit she’s given into time and time again.
And who’s to say? Maybe it’s from constantly being in the shadows of Suguru’s Sun and Satoru’s Moon that there’s comfort in watching from the side lines?
Maybe she’s found the sweet pleasure in that pain and it’s manifested as her lust for others having their way with you? And her blind infatuation with you?
No, wait.
Not blind.
With you it’s like she has the Six Eyes. And with you, so does everyone else.
Shoko drags in a long, exasperated breath. Pausing just outside her apartment entrance, stomping out the last of her menthol.
If the time she spent mulling over you in her mind could be converted caloric energy - she’d be a supermodel by now.
Whatever.
Today’s the best day of the week. Friday.
Which means when Shoko opens her door, you’re going to be fussing about the kitchen. Cooking some kind of dessert for Movie Night.
The Boys usually trip over themselves getting to Shoko’s apartment after classes. But there’s always an idyllic 15 minutes where Shoko has you all to herself.
15 minutes in Heaven. Like she’s a damn middle school girl.
Shoko opens her door and nearly flatlines.
You’re evil.
An evil, mean, cruel tease.
You KNOW anyone with eyes would have a stroke at the site of you.
Fully bent over at the waist, rummaging through pots and pans. Not a single blemish on your silky smooth skin. Your lilac boy shorts could not BE any tighter. And of course, they’re just short enough to not cover the plump shelf of your lower ass cheeks.
Shoko’s hands start twitching. Like she’s going through withdrawal.
You pop back up with a triumphant “there it is!” An empty small pot in your hands. And Shoko thinks she’ll have to add a heart attack to her growing list of ailments.
Your matching lilac tank top is egregiously and deliciously small. The sliver of tummy between the hem of the top and waist of your shorts could bring civilizations to collapse.
Not to mention that the apartment is cold. And your nipples are so painfully responsive.
Sin.
You are sin.
Wrapped in the most beautiful frame of a woman.
“Babe!! You’re already home. I let myself in because the icing for these cupcakes takes forever to get right.”
You flash your Colgate smile, ensnaring Shoko in your trap.
“You’re going to give Satoru and Suguru a heart attack.” Her, you’re going to give her a heart attack.
“Hmm? Why do you say that?” So non-chalant. So oblivious.
Shoko gestures to your outfit. Attempting to mirror your nonchalance. But, ironically, she can feel her face tumbling down the descending shades of red.
Genuine confusion weaves though your features and she almost screams.
“Shoko please. You know they don’t see me that way!”
Everyone, gorgeous. EVERYONE. Sees you that way.
Before she could edge another word out, the familiar hum of Limitless buzzing inward splits Shoko’s thoughts in half.
Dammit, they’re early.
“Daddy’s Home!”
Satoru charges straight at you because of course he would.
“Satoru!!!” You’re a plaything in his arms. Legs tightening around his waist.
Shoko would pay an inordinate amount of money to trade places with him.
She watches through an envy-green screen. How easily Satoru spins you and tosses you on the kitchen counter. Situating himself between your soft thighs.
How would your body bounce against his hips thrusting into you?
“You have to taste this, pretty boy.”
Tsk. He’s not THAT pretty.
Both Shoko and Suguru watch through parted lips as you shove half a cupcake into Satoru’s mouth. Neither of you miss how his tongue flicks between your fingers. Or how his hips lean closer to your barely clothed flower.
He lets out an exaggerated groan. “Fucking, perfect. I could eat your cupcake..all night.”
“You perv.”
You laugh and shove Satoru back from between your legs. Then turn in Shoko’s direction.
Silently curving your index finger forward, you beckon. Both Shoko and Suguru start toward you like well-trained, love-struck pets.
“No pouting Suguru, you’re pretty too. And up next.”
And Shoko’s shoulders sink like the child who is picked last for dodge ball teams.
Her eyes trail Suguru’s back - wishing to every God she was born with a technique allowing her to take over a host’s body.
“Me next.” He settles between your legs.
Suguru, the master of subtlety. Everyone but you can pick up on the strain in his baritone.
There’s something so painfully sensual about the way he grips both of your thighs. Your skin is so smooth, so pliant under his large hands. Waiting on your fingers to invade his mouth.
How pretty would your lips look like wrapped around his fingers? Do your cheeks hollow out when you suck on something larger?
Shoko crosses her right foot over the left. As if jamming her thighs together would stop the growing pool of lust between her legs.
“Alright babe, best for last. I have something for you too.”
Suguru takes his time pulling away from the warmth of your core. And Shoko has to strap her mind to her body to keep from sprinting at you.
Eventually, she nestles between your legs and is at eye level with your pert nipples. Immediately caught in a trance. So close to her mouth.
“Blushing so much!” Your thumb pulls Shoko’s focus back to earth.
Blushing so much because she wants to watch her best friends fuck you. Then lick your cunt clean after they’re done.
“I’m not, what’s my surprise?”
“So demanding.” You giggle. Your palm takes away Shoko’s view of your perky, hard nipples.
“Open.”
Shoko’s jaw hangs at your command. Cold glass hits her lips before the full bodied, decadent Cabernet does.
Red wine. Because she hates sweets.
You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful and everything you do is a turn on.
“Mmmm,” Shoko hums and you gift her vision back.
“Amazing, right?” You take your own sip, maintaining eye contact.
Shoko’s eyes fall to your lips. And how you roll the wine over your tongue. Savoring each drop.
How would your tongue feel rolling around her mouth? Her neck? Her nipple? What kind of sounds would you make if her tongue rolled around your petals? Your clit? What do you taste—
“Movie time?” You break Satoru, Suguru and Shoko’s daze.
All three of them scramble around you. Grabbing your cupcakes, snacks and wine to settle in on Shoko’s huge sectional couch.
You drape your body over Satoru and Suguru’s lap. A little loose limbed kitten. Shoko situates herself on the long arm of her chair.
Far enough to drown into her own spiral. Close enough to register everything you do in the the most permanent part of her mind.
You nuzzle your cheek into Suguru’s thigh. His forearm immediately drops in front of his crotch. Undoubtedly to avoid spearing you with his manhood.
“Play with my hair, Suguru?”
“Yes. Of course.”
His free hand weaves into your hair. The soft, decadent moan you exhale sent visible shudders down their spines.
Shoko’s eyes laser to Satoru’s hands. His eyes haven’t touched the screen since the movie began. His grasp encompasses your entire back thighs. Slowly gliding them up to the delicate mounds of your ass.
“God that feels amazing.”
Satoru’s Adams Apple drags along the column of his throat. “Yeah?”
“So good.”
You deepen the arch in your back and the physical restraint Satoru imposes on himself is visible.
The only person watching the movie is you.
And the room tilts on its axis the moment you melt deeper into the boys’ hands. Their names, quiet praise, seep from your lips.
Satoru and Suguru exchange hooded gazes.
As if to commiserate about how fucking hot you are. And how it’s taking active awareness of every single muscle to not do vulgar things to you.
Not even a backward glance Shoko’s way.
Again.
Leaving Shoko out of the conversation. Again.
She angrily tosses a blanket over her lap. Frustration bubbling up her throat. Her fingers clumsily fumble with her zipper. She’s pissed. Angry. Fucking jealous.
And so turned on she might crawl out of her skin if she doesn’t touch herself this goddamn second.
Shoko’s fingers are ice cold against her warm, wet clit. It’s agonizing. How incredible the pressure feels.
You look delicious. So small between their laps. Far too tiny to handle them both.
But God it would be so hot.
It would be so fucking hot. To watch you choke all over Suguru’s cock. Slobber into his lap. All while Satoru bullies his length into your soft, dewy pussy. Helpless. Overstimulated.
Getting used like the pretty Barbie doll you are.
And the way they touch you, so brazenly, in front of her.
Like Shoko’s presence isn’t even remotely threatening. She isn’t any competition for their big hands and broad shoulders. Masculine frames. That’s why she’s just sitting there. Pathetic. Rubbing herself dumb just watching.
She would be so happy, so fucking eager to lap you clean. Pet your swollen, abused folds when they’re done with you. Hump a pillow while she sucks your nipples. You’d moan and whine and squirm under her touch.
Would you beg? Or laugh at how pitiful she is? Getting off to remnants of you when the Boys have had their way?
Shoko accidentally choking on her own drool draws almost everyone’s attention to her. The hand that was molesting her sensitive bud freezes.
Suguru’s eyes flicker back down to you, sleeping beauty.
Their coordinated touch lulled you to bed. Satoru’s eyes linger on Shoko long enough to make her simmer under his gaze. She blinks back to the movie, credits now scrolling up the screen.
How long was Shoko day dreaming?
“Let’s get her to bed.” Suguru gently pulls you onto his chest. You sleepily drape your arms around his neck.
Satoru follows close behind him into Shoko’s room. Because putting the smallest little kitten to bed is a two person job.
Shoko scrambles to zip up her pants and swipe the last of her arousal on the blanket. She gets to the doorway and watches the Boys dote over you in a way that makes them slightly more endearing.
You wake up long enough to murmur goodnight. Floating your arms in the air so the boys can bring their hugs to you. Both of them place quick pecks on your forehead. Leaving you with the cutest, most content smile on your sleepy face.
At least Suguru can hold it together. He weaves out of Shoko’s room quickly.
Satoru, however, keeps stopping along the 10 foot pace to the doorway to just stare. As if a monster from your nightmares will pop up the second he leaves you alone.
Shoko snorts, arms crossing her chest. “Put it back in your pants, yes?”
“Look who is talking.” Sly grin pulls across Satoru’s perfect, blinding teeth. Shoko could punch him right now.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Ieiri. I have the fucking six eyes. What do you think I’m talking about.”
Satoru wires around Shoko’s stunned body.
He and Suguru are out of her apartment before she can bat her eyelashes 5 times.
Shoko all but sprints to the kitchen. She gulps the rest of her red wine. Something. Anything to burn Satoru’s comment out of her mind. And to put out the desperate flame between her legs.
You’re in her bed.
She’s just been masturbating watching her two best friends touch you.
One of her best friends is FULLY aware of this all.
Her hands shakenly pour another, head sized glass of Cabernet. Which is doing absolutely nothing for how lusty she feels right now. And everything to destroy her self control.
Why does she have to sit on the sidelines?
Why do they get access to you that she doesn’t?
She downs the last few drops of red wine. Storming back to her room. She’s going to confront this once and for all.
You’re strewn over her bed like a silk scarf. Rolling, tender hills of flesh. Valleys of feminine curves. Shoko grips both of your dainty wrists. Tossing you onto your back.
Sleepy groans bubble out of you. Your eyes lazily slide open. Not an ounce of concern on your face. Full of trust. Even though Shoko is glaring down at you like she wants to crawl in your skin.
“Bad dream?”
“No.” Shoko is kurt. Angry. Jealous.
“What is it?”
“I just…” Moonlight is kissing your face in the way Shoko wants to.
“T-The boys,” Your eyes flutter expectantly. Nose crinkling in fuzzy confusion.
“The-the boys always get to touch you. And pick you up. And tuck you in. And kiss you. And-and I-im just…”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Shoko hears her heart stop beating.
What did you just ask? So casually. As if you didn’t just catapult her into another dimension.
“H-huh? What?” Shoko didn’t hear you right.
There’s no way.
“I asked if you want to kiss me.” Something other than innocence lines your voice. And it pets Shoko’s flame
“I—I uh. M-. Yes.”
“So kiss me.”
Only one second of shocked hesitation passes before Shoko crashes her lips into yours.
Of course your lips taste like this. Marshmallow soft. Cotton candy sweet. Mini explosions of pleasure surge in all directions of her body.
“God,” Shoko groans, bringing the back of your head impossibly closer to her.
Melting into the soft hills and rolls of your sweet tongue. Shoko whines into your mouth like the desperate puppy she is. She’s drunk. Intoxicated. And it has nothing to do with the wine.
Do you know that?
Have you always known?
How does anyone ever make it out of their embrace with you with their wits about them?
“Baby,” you sigh into Shoko’s swollen lips.
Her hands tremble against your waist. Twitching to explore. Dying to map every inch of your body.
She lets out little, staccato moans of protest when you pull away.
“Feel better?”
Your starry eyes sparkle between Shoko’s. Sleepy, pretty smile playing on your puffy lips.
Shoko nods wordlessly. You’ve already stolen her logic and her heart. Might as well add her voice to the list.
You place a chaste kiss on Shoko’s lips before cocooning underneath the sheets.
Like you didn’t just make her fall in love.
“Goodnight, baby.”
PART. II
#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#sashisu x reader#sashisu#shoko x reader#shoko ieiri#shoko smut#gojo smut#geto smut#jjk geto#jjk gojo#jjk shoko#jjk fanart#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#gojo x reader#geto x reader#jujutsu kaisen shoko#jujutsu shoko#smut#jjk x you#jjk satoru#jjk suguru#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk x y/n#jjk#gojo satoru x reader#jjk season 2
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Do yall know where that sashisu fic went?? It's about a reader's first time and Satoru, Geto, and Shoko teaches her on bed. I think Geto holds her while Gojo eats her out?? and Shoko is groping her or helping to increase the pleasure?? Idk I can't remember, please help me find it
#sashisu x reader#sashisu#jjk#shoko ieiri#jjk shoko#jjk gojo#jjk geto#gojo x geto x shoko x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujitsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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helloooo !! i’m trying to find this fic where it’s a gojo x geto x reader x shoko smut and the three of them like reader. It’s basically gojo giving reader head while shoko and geto hold reader . i’m trying to hard to find it and it’s like it disappeared 🥲 I think there was two different fics like this but i’m not sure :( thank youuuuu
#gojo x reader#getou suguru x you#gojo smut#geto smut#shoko x reader#gojo satoru x reader#shoko ieri x reader#shoko smut#gojo satoru x you#shoko ieiri x you#jjk#geto x reader#geto x you#gojo x you#shoko x you#sasushi#sashisu#sashisu x reader
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#I’ll post other stuff in between but those will be drabbles/imagines/whatever#sum’z ramblez ⋆｡𖦹°‧#summaries for these ➡️#gojo and geto get turned into cats by a cursed spirit and you take care of them#second one is self explanatory and it’s just more smut#slow sex with stressed out satoru and#reader and sashisu go out to parties and they r obsessed w her pink tracksuit fit (go look at the moodboard if yew want)
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I’ve encountered a few on AO3 but I too am desperate for more Gojo fics anywhere 😭 if you have any recommendations too please I beg give some to meee 😭😭
Ohhh yesss ive got quite a few! Also, please look out for the content warnings!
Series
Sincerely not by saintobios (arranged marriage, modern au) (read this yrs ago so i cant remember much but i do remember crying at 10 pm in the kitchen while reading this)
Sundered by tojikai (baby daddy gojo, modern au)( made me sob )
Kintsugi by NoahLaval (arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, gojo x oc) (I love this! made me cry a lot, like really..)
No Cure by Tawus (enemies to lovers, reader is a curse user)
Exposure therapy by seoafin (angst, reader is in the same year as sashisu, au where toji became a teacher, also a geto/reader, but shoko is the endgame)(you should check out their other works too!)
Monster Hospital by mushmoon12 (enemies/rivals to lovers, lots of smut)
intrinsic warmth by thatdesklamp (angst, childhood friends to lovers)(yeah...)
Cursed Love by maespaces (angst, reader is a not a jujutsu sorcerer )(i forgot to add this!😭😭😭 but srsly tho rllylove this one, vry well written! im still reading it but u can tell ure in for a bumpy ride🥹)
Oneshots
Grey Cashmere by vagabond-umlaut (angst with a happy end, set during hidden inventory, reader is in the same year as sashisu)(one of my all time faves!!! its also part of a series but can be read as a standalone!)
an unwanted letter by piichuu (angst, post ch 236?ig?)(i read this during class... i just hope my classmates didnt see me cry)
Others. (I have not read this yet but ive been keeping an eye on it! Thought i might share as well)
Infidelity by tawus (angst, gojo and reader are married)
one day, three autumns by vagabond-umlaut (arranged marriage)
Minazuki by quirklessidiot (enemies to lovers, arranged marriage)
Devoted by aerinth (angst, friends to lovers)(also a geto/reader)
the color yellow by rhydonium (angst, hanahaki disease)(also a geto/reader)
Bonus!
Abalone on the shore by unolvrs (I dont rlly read much toji fics but this one made me sob on a morning! You'll need tissues for this one ig...😞)
#i wrote this one at 4 am so if theres anything wrong with the links pls do tell!#theres actually a lot more but i forgot some of the tittle.... :(#can u tell that i love arranged marriage with gojo? lmaooo#writing this instead of writing my essay...#fic recs#gojo x reader#yuna.incs#angst lots of angst#only listed enemies/rivals/lovers and angsts here
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Ok SO.
Additional Information:
God’s Favourite sinner:
Geto Suguru x AFAB! reader; Cult Leader! AU where reader is a non-sorcerer geto rescued. Filthy nasty smut—very dubious and religious themes
4 shots down:
Gojo Satour x Reader; College AU; again, a lot of smut—based loosely on real life experiences with a guy I knew; gojo is a senior here
Valedicktorian:
Geto Suguru x Reader; academic rivals trope; once again, lots of filthy smut—Reader scored better than geto, once more and this time he can’t help but take it out on her
Lost another bet?
Shoko+Suguru-Satoru x Reader (foursome); just smut. Pure smut—little to no plot.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#geto x reader#gojo x reader#geto suguru#gojo satoru#jjk#shoko ieiri smut#satoru gojo smut#geto suguru smut#☼࿐ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆→
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meet me on high
sashisu, rated E, 5k words of satoshoko smut and banter, satoru’s sweet tooth, overstimulation and butt plugs, shotgunning, suguru’s absence being a character unto itself, and shoko almost succeeding at earnest conversation
#my first sashisu fic!! wooo!!!#sashisu#satoshoko#satosugu#shokosugu#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fanfic#fanfic#mine#fanfic*#jjk*
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OBSESSED: SHOKO feat. The BOYS (PART II)
A/N: This is so…I am so…CLEARLY I was in a mood when I wrote this 😅 there is 100% going to be a third and final part. Please use the visual below to envision the…biomechanics of positioning and such, height differences and all.
C/W: ….the trio is their own content warning LOL, Mature 18+
Shoko is drowning.
She is suffocating.
And it’s your little hand that’s holding the back of her head under water.
…rather, she wishes your little hand would just grip the back of her head already and drown her face in your—
“Do you like the pink or the black dress better?”
Your eyes are wide and gorgeous. Finding Shoko’s in the floor length mirror, expecting an answer. An opinion.
But the problem is, Shoko has only one opinion.
And it’s that you’re fucking hot.
And beautiful. And pretty. And perfect.
And her jaw is so sore from how much she clenches it to keep herself from begging to eat your pussy like a woman starved.
Because she IS starved.
“Baby?”
Your girly giggle knocks Shoko back to Earth, just long enough for you to rip her breath away.
You glide over to the bed, where Shoko is seated. Thighs mashed together. As if it’ll keep her from leaking all coherent thought onto her panties.
“Y-you look pretty in…” Shoko’s voice is high and weak, before it shatters to stardust.
Seductive little grin tugs on your lips before you flick your tongue over Shoko’s bottom lip. She’s immediately cross-eyed.
Panting, with mouth parted.
Shoko’s heart is rattling in the back of her throat, how it always does before you kiss her.
Then you kiss her.
Your tongue dances with hers. Feather light pulls along the roof of her mouth. Shoko whines. She always whines when you makeout with her. Her entire body is loose and limp. The only stiff thing about her is her hot, sticky bud. Begging to be touched and rubbed while you fuck her mouth like this.
And she would touch herself while you did this to her, if she could. But she never can.
Because you’re a succubus.
You taste and suck and roll Shoko’s soul over your tongue like a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
And right when you have her pathetic. Whimpering “oh god” and “please” into your mouth, you pull away. Planting one last chaste kiss on her lips or cheek before going about the conversation or task.
Leaving Shoko paralyzed.
“Pink it is!” You glide into Shoko’s bathroom, the boys will be over in a few.
“P-pink is perfect.” Words bubble out of Shoko’s lips a day late and dollar short.
But who cares? She can’t think right now.
Like clockwork, Shoko’s two fingers snake between her drenched panties and her leaky cunt.
She just…she just needs to take the edge off.
Because you’ve been doing this to her.
Kissing her until she’s soaking wet every day. Since that night. It’s a sick little routine you two have and it’s driving Shoko insane.
You’re always sighing into her mouth and calling her baby and holding her face in a way that makes her cunt twitch. And clench. And pulsate around nothing.
The second you leave the room or turn away. Shoko’s fingers fly to her core. Petting herself slack jawed and dumb.
Because even small touches keep her grounded.
And she’s NOT going to ruin this by trying to talk about it. And muddle your obvious chemistry with labels and feelings.
A sliver of you is enough.
Even though she is pining for the moment you fuck her mouth with something else.
“Girls?” Satoru’s voice thunders in your foyer.
For once you’re grateful for his utter lack of boundaries. He jingles keys for dramatic effect.
“Car’s here! The tequila isn’t going to drink itself.”
—
It’s going to take act of God to stop Suguru from cumming in his pants.
All night.
He has been physically restraining the steel fucking pipe between his legs all night.
And maybe he would survive if it was just the way you winded your hips on him the last 5 songs.
Maybe he would be okay if it was just the way you grazed your lips over his ear whenever you whispered something to him.
It was definitely the way you batted your eyelashes up at him. Holding eye contact while taking the kamikaze shots.
That are white and opaque, like his cum.
And being the sick, perverted shell of a human that he is. He pictured you swallowing his arousal. The same way you throated that shot.
Not to mention the “You have to hold eye contact with me, Suguru. Or seven years of bad sex.”
Sex?
Sex?
You are sex.
The way you’re lapping him in the taxi home is sex.
With your dress splayed across him. Heat radiating from your precious little cunt held back only by gossamer thin lace.
Suguru can feel every tiny bump in the road. Because your pussy grinds and bounces and rubs the length of his shaft.
And he’s shameless.
Every time you lean forward to talk to Shoko, Suguru’s hand traces down your spine. His mind’s eye can only picture steadying the small of your waist while he fucks into you until you forget your name.
His cock is raging against his thigh.
He and Satoru have been exchanging dubious glances all night.
Especially when you pulled them both to the dance floor. You were a lock-and-key fit between them.
Like you were made to take them both.
“God.”
Suguru accidentally mumbles out loud. And he’s thanking/cursing out the gods as soon as he does
Because when you turn to look back at him, your hips grind in a small circle on his cock. And the friction nearly short circuits his brain.
“You okay? Am I too heavy?” Cotton candy on your voice and Suguru needs you to melt on his tongue.
Suguru purposefully bucks his hips upward - causing you to bounce fully off his lap. And he would impale you on the landing if he could.
He could suspend you with one hand. And rail the daylight out of you while standing up.
“You’re a featherweight, princess.” It’s a miracle he’s able to keep his tone steady.
“Oh, he speaks?” Shoko teases.
“Only because the love of his—“ Both you and Suguru land friendly fire onto Satoru’s chest.
Effectively cutting him off.
Satoru settles back into his seat. Riding his eyes along every soft curve and dip in your body.
Everyone.
And he means everyone (driver included) in this car except for you is fucking struggling. Keeping it together by a string of floss.
And he didn’t need his Six Eyes to see that.
Shoko hasn’t stopped panting since the night started. Every time you lean into her ear to giggle about god knows what, she moans.
It’s soft. Below the decibels of normal human perception.
But Satoru can perceive it.
The driver has had his left hand buried in his crotch the whole time. Goddamn revolting.
But Satoru gets it.
And Suguru.
Poor, tortured Suguru.
Satoru has never seen his best friend this blue balled in his entire life.
He has seen Suguru take swords to the chest. Satoru has seen him swallow shit curses as big as the Burj Khalifa. He’s seen Suguru suffer.
And yet, he has never suffered like this.
There’s a light sheen of sweat draped on his forehead. His jaw is so tightly clenched his molars could vaporize into thin air. His hand drunkenly runs up and down your back when you bend over and dangle your fucking prize in Suguru’s face.
In Satoru’s face.
You are a tease.
And Satoru has every intention of getting you back for this.
There will be hell to pay for how irresistible you are. It’s maddening.
You could ask for the world and Satoru would bring you the Milky Way. You pout your lips and bat your eyelashes and somehow, somehow the batteries in Satoru’s brain die.
Every. Fucking. Time.
The whole car comes to a proverbial halt. Because you lean over to Shoko once more. Your dress bunched a little too high around your hips. Plump, perky ass cheeks in near full view in Suguru’s lap.
“Baby?” A snowflake hitting the ground in that car might as well be a raging hurricane. With how silent it is.
Satoru swallows the sharpest, driest rocks known to man.
Suguru rolls his bottom lip under his teeth. He’ll draw blood in a minute.
“Y-yes?” Shoko answers your call.
Starless skies fill the car but Satoru can see Shoko’s high crimson blush from the backseat.
Baby? Holy shit, Ieiri.
“Kiss me,” Melody on your lips is strong enough to sink a Navy fleet.
What Satoru sees next will be burned into his psyche for the rest of his life.
His overgrown cock throbs against his thigh. Beating more aggressively with each passing second.
He can’t remember when he pulled his glasses off. To watch your tongue wire into Shoko’s accepting, desperate mouth. You thread both of your hands into her hair while your mouth molests hers.
All in plain view of Satoru and Suguru.
And Shoko has no idea what to do with herself. Satoru can’t blame her. She’s full of high pitched moans and pants, drunk off of your love elixir.
God. Fucking. Damn.
“Oh, oh it’s that kind of night?”
Satoru is fully aware of the slur to his words. And the flecks of blood now currently under his finger nails from digging into his palms the way he is.
And you laugh in the way wind chimes sing in the breeze. How Satoru imagines the angels in heaven strum harps. Your voice is so…disarming.
“What, you jealous pretty boy?”
You flash him a smile that Satoru is sure doubles as the cure for any and all communicable diseases. A smile that could get answers out of the CIA or KGB.
“Maybe. A little bit.” Satoru is all rasp. His hand palms his length on its own accord.
He has no control here.
Your eyes flicker down to Satoru’s mouth for a millisecond. And in a flash his lips are on yours.
He grips a handful of hair like it’s his life-force. Your kiss is sweet. And dizzying. And toxic. Nothing like this can be pure, it can’t be good. Satoru is convinced his heart will stop beating after taking a bite out the apple in your Garden of Eden.
But he could die on your lips. Right here. Right now.
“Oh Satoru…” you purr into his mouth and he shamelessly squeezes his cock.
You are unfair.
'I’m jealous too, pretty girl.” Suguru’s voice slices through the thick lusty silence.
You say nothing before you pull off of Satoru’s wanting lips and take in Suguru.
Satoru and Shoko watch you nestle deeper into Suguru’s lap.
His hands drift from your waist, to your hips, around to your ass. The way your flesh dimples when he squeezes sends electric currents through Satoru’s cock.
He watches you deepen your kiss with Suguru, who is so clearly tantalized. So clearly about to split you in half.
His fingers twitch along his zipper for a second.
Then time stops.
And so does the taxi.
You take a second to pull away from Suguru’s lips but Satoru doesn’t miss how puffy and flushed your mouth is.
Your eyes dart between the three of them. Then out the window.
“Oh! We’re home!”
FINALE
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🍓REQUESTS ARE OPEN🍓
hi hi!! ive been really ia but id like to think im coming back hehe, still have writers block tho ._. so requests are open!! guidelines down below
WILL DO
fluff
smut
angst
au
mainly x reader but opening up to writing for ships !!
WONT DO
marriage tropes
s0mn0ph1L1a (idk what the guidelines r like now a days lol)
direct 1nc3st (step relations is okay)
🍰 JJK
gojo
geto
shoko
satosugu
sashisu
megumi
nanami
🍰 GENSHIN
tartaglia
zhongli
diluc
scaramouche
chiscara
chilumi
yoimiya + tartaglia (smut driven)
mona + scara
open to others!! send any and all requests and if i like it ill write it!! these r just general guidelines ^•^
#jjk#megumi#megumi x you#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#jjk x you#megumi x reader fluff#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#geto suguru hcs#suguru geto#geto smut#jjk geto#getou suguru x reader#tartaglia#childe#tartagalia smut#tartaglia x reader#nanami x you#jjk nanami#genshin scara#scara x reader#scara x y/n#diluc x reader
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𝘰𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝘵, ℎ𝘰𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒.
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Please read my rules before interacting. Thank you ! ↓ ↓ ↓
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Please do not interact if we are not mutuals. This means no sending asks/prompts ( anon is OK ), commenting, liking, or rbing my posts. Personal blogs DNF : I will hardblock.
ii.
Regarding selectivity : I will not follow blogs from series I am not familiar with ( this excludes multi muse blogs* and original characters of course ). My muses are not crossover friendly.
If you don't tag your posts, I will not follow. If you use irl faceclaims for your muses, I most likely won't follow. If you have a grater ratio of ooc posts than ic, I might not follow ; I don't like when my dashboard gets clogged, sorry.
*Also important to note that I really... really really don't like hazbin hotel, so if you're a mumu with hazbin muses I will not follow.
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That said, if I follow you it means I would love to write with you ! If we are mutuals, feel free to send me asks any time ! Memes are also great ice breakers and I love these types of prompts ! I'm happy to turn asks into threads, I just ask you make a separate post if continuing an ask. I’m very flexible with the type of writing ; whether it’s one liners or long text, I will try to match your energy. Also, don’t hesitate to message me about plot ideas and AUs !
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Regarding ships, I cannot bring myself to ship Suguru with any canon muses other than any variation of sashisu, thank you for respecting this ! However, this does not mean I will automatically ship my muse w urs. They were friends first and foremost, and that's where my muse will be at as default. I will not jump straight to shippy content if it’s the first time we write, or if we haven’t discussed character dynamics previously, as muse chemistry is very important to me.
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This blog features NSFW content. Topics such as violence, blood/gore, murder, body horror, etc will all be tagged accordingly. I will only write smut with adults, and it will be marked as adult content and hidden under a cut.
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Please note this blog is low-activity. Writing is a hobby and it's meant to be fun, and sometimes I can be pretty stressed and overwhelmed from irl. Please don't come for me for not responding to long threads, most likely I already have a draft I'm slowly working on and I promise a response will come soon !! All I ask is some sympathy and patience !
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poly! satosugu verse!
✰—smut/suggestive; ✦—angst; ☁︎—fluff; ꩜—crack/silly
— series separate from any other poly! satosugu i write, set in a modern/non-sorcerer au (unless stated otherwise), sometimes there’s shoko x reader, early 20s, lots of flirting, it’s supposed to be (mostly) subtle, really just some small snippets I thought of
✎ . . .❝NOT GONNA SAY SOMETHING?❞𓂃 ✰
— geto on the hunt for a one missing gojo and y/n
✎ . . .❝IT’S DISTRACTING.❞ 𓂃✰
— fingers fiddling on geto’s leg makes him hard distracted
✎ . . .❝WELL, THAT’S MIGHTY HARD TO DO.❞ 𓂃✰ + ꩜
— suguru geto likes to pinch you
✎ . . .❝ SATORU, BE NICE! ❞ 𓂃꩜
— you used: dessert. . .a wild satoru has appeared!
pink juicy couture tracksuit
— head empty just satosugu fantasizing about fucking you in your tracksuit
✎ . . .❝ KISS ME, THEN. ❞
— a first kiss with satoru <3 𓂃☁︎
✎ . . .❝ PICK UP, DAMMIT ❞ 𓂃✰ + ꩜
— shoko helping you out with a recent purchase!
✎ . . .❝…YOU LITTLE THIEF! ❞ 𓂃꩜
— a thief (you) has snatched satoru’s phone at the roller rink
✎ . . .❝ NAUGHTY GIRL. ❞ 𓂃✰ + ꩜
— sequel to “YOU LITTLE THIEF!”, where satoru corners you for his phone back
✎ . . . WHAT A STEAL! 𓂃☁︎ + ꩜
— sashisu like to steal borrow your things!
✎ . . .❝ WRONG CHOCOLATE, DUMBASS! ❞ 𓂃꩜
— you can buy satoru’s silence with chocolate 🍫
✎ . . .❝ —IT’D BE THE ONE WITH THE BREEDING KINK. ❞𓂃✰ + ꩜
— new lore dropped. suguru learned: pregnancy!
interact HERE to be on the poly! stsg taglist :3
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