#jjk wlw

[sonarspace]

❝ BOYS SUCK AND GIRLS I’VE NEVER TRIED… ❞

⭑ synopsis. after finding out your boyfriend cheated, revenge felt sweeter in shoko’s hands—and on her tongue .ᐟ

content. shoko x fem!reader. nsfw.

shoko's apartment was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of the floor lamp in the corner and the muted flicker of the city lights seeping through half-closed blinds. the low hum of music vibrated through the walls, something sultry and slow, matching the quiet tension hanging thick in the air.

you hadn't planned to come here tonight. not after the fight, not after finding out about him-the betrayal still fresh and burning under your skin like an open wound. but here you were, gripping a half-empty glass of wine, the bitter liquid doing little to ease the ache gnawing at your chest.

shoko leaned against the counter, swirling her own glass lazily between her fingers. the rim clinked softly as she lifted it to her lips, eyes never leaving you. dark and unreadable, they studied every inch of you with a quiet intensity that made your skin prickle.

"you really came here to mope about him?" her voice was low and flat but carried a sharp edge. she tilted her head, letting her hair fall over one shoulder, casual but calculating.

you exhaled slowly, gripping the stem of your glass tighter. "no. i came here because i didn't want to be alone."

a flicker of something passed behind her eyes, gone before you could name it. "sure. that's all it is."

you didn't answer. couldn't.

because it wasn't just that.

it was the way your body seemed to gravitate toward her despite every rational thought. the way you remembered fleeting touches and lingering glances, how her eyes sometimes hovered on your mouth for a second too long. how maybe you had thought about this before tonight.

and maybe she knew.

shoko pushed off the counter slowly, her glass abandoned. the soft pad of her heels against the wood floor filled the quiet as she crossed the room. each step was confident and unhurried until she stood in front of you, looking down with that same unreadable expression

"forget him," she said softly. the words weren't soft, though. they were firm. final.

you swallowed hard. "and how am i supposed to do that?"

her hand moved, slow and steady, fingers curling around your chin. the cool press of her thumb traced your bottom lip, dragging softly before tilting your face up to hers.

"let me show you."

her lips met yours before you could think to breathe, a slow, sinking kiss that made your heart stutter in your chest. it wasn't soft. it wasn't sweet. it was deep and consuming, like smoke curling around your throat, making you dizzy.

shoko kissed you like she smoked-slow, indulgent, like every second was meant to burn.

her hands slid up, dragging beneath the hem of your shirt, cold fingers skating along hot skin. a shiver rippled through you, and she smiled against your mouth, nails scraping lightly down your sides.

"you don't need him," she murmured into the kiss, her breath hot on your lips. "not when you have me."

you didn't realize she'd backed you into the couch until the backs of your knees hit the cushions, sending you tumbling down. she followed effortlessly, knees bracketing your thighs as she leaned over you, eyes dark and glinting.

her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, glancing up as if asking permission-not that she needed it.

"off."

you obeyed, fumbling to pull the fabric over your head, breath catching in your throat. her eyes raked over you, slow and unashamed, drinking in every inch of bare skin with quiet hunger.

"so fucking pretty," she breathed, leaning down to press her lips along your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. her mouth moved lower, dragging down the slope of your collarbone, leaving warmth in its wake.

her hands roamed with purpose-firm palms smoothing over your stomach, thumbs brushing the underswell of your breasts before her mouth followed, tongue flicking against your skin, teasing.

you whimpered, arching into her, but she only chuckled, biting softly at your ribs.

"impatient."

her fingers slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down at a maddeningly slow pace. cool air kissed your skin, making you shiver, and she hummed approvingly at the sight of you laid out beneath her.

"let me help you."

and then her mouth was on you.

the first slow swipe of her tongue against your core made your hips jolt, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. she groaned lowly, the sound vibrating against you like she was drunk on the taste of you.

her grip on your thighs tightened, nails biting into flesh as she licked again, slower this time, savoring every reaction.

"so wet for me already," she purred, voice thick with want. "was he ever able to get you like this?"

you couldn't answer. not when her tongue circled your clit, slow and precise before she sucked, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

she was relentless. her mouth worked you over with maddening precision, switching between slow drags and sharp flicks, drawing sounds from you you didn't know you could make.

when two fingers slipped into you, curling just right, your back arched off the couch, a strangled cry escaping.

"that's it," she whispered, lips brushing your thigh.

"let me hear you."

her fingers thrust deep and steady, filling you perfectly as her mouth stayed on your clit, tongue flicking and sucking, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

you were unraveling, every nerve raw and burning, the coil in your stomach wound impossibly tight.

"sh-shoko, i-"

"cum for me." her voice was dark, commanding.

"now."

and you did.

your body snapped tight, orgasm tearing through you so hard it left you gasping, legs shaking as she kept going, dragging it out until you were whimpering and pulling at her hair.

she finally pulled back, lips glistening, smirking like she owned you.

"feel better?"

you could only nod, chest rising and falling, skin flushed and tingling. 

"good." she leaned in, lips ghosting over yours, warm and teasing. "because i'm not finished."

her mouth was on you again before you could think, and suddenly, the thought of him didn't matter anymore.

an. tried to post this earlier but it got flagged 😔

[lostalienchild]

The lack of jjk wlw smut is BAFFLING

[vienssunshine]

I just wanna get high with my best friend

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw: shotgunning, kissing cw: cheating, weed use author's note: this work is inspired by this song

You weren’t sure why Maki turned so cold when you got a boyfriend. The two of you were so close, constantly having sleepovers in your dorm rooms, training together, eating together, really doing anything and everything as long as it was together. But, that all slowed down when you started dating a male sorcerer from another school. You still saw Maki every day, but something felt off now. Every time you talked about your boyfriend, she always had something negative to say about him. Her comment “I could treat you way better than him” was especially difficult to brush off.

The tension comes to a head when you’re spending another late night in your dorm room, sharing a bed and a blunt.

You blow a cloud of smoke from your mouth and a warm haze begins to flood your bloodstream, contrasting the cold, winter air the cracked window is letting into the room. Maki always has the best stuff; you’re feeling much more relaxed now—the stress of your new relationship and Maki’s strange behavior has been weighing on you.

Your phone dings; the noise is shrill. “Oh, he texted me,” you notice.

Maki takes the blunt from your fingers, choosing to take a drag rather than respond. She leans back on one of your pillows, amber eyes lowered and not focused on anything.

You bring your phone into your lap. “He wants to go ice-skating tomorrow.”

“You hate being cold," she says.

You look up from your phone. “Well, yeah. But, I don't know, maybe ice-skating could still be fun.”

Maki huffs and rolls her eyes. “He’s an idiot.”

“Go easy on him, okay?” you smile, texting him back, “He hasn’t known me as long as you have.”

“He doesn’t know you at all,” she says, placing the joint back between her lips.

You send a text to your boyfriend: “Ice-skating sounds good.”

He responds immediately: "Ight, be there around 3.”

That’s when your training sessions are. You press your lips together; you’re certain you’ve told him that before.

You begin typing your response when Maki turns her head. “Hey, want to try something cool?”

Text message half-written, you put down your phone. “Uh, sure. What are you thinking?”

“Want to try shotgunning?” Maki asks. Her expression is far more interested after the change in subject.

You tilt your head. “What’s shotgunning?”

“Here, I’ll show you. Come closer.”

You clamber over your plush bedding and sit next to her, re-adjusting the blanket she had thrown over your legs after you opened the window.

Maki holds the blunt up and explains, “I’ll blow the smoke into your mouth and you inhale it, okay?”

You furrow your brows together. “Does that really work?”

“It does, I’ve seen it at parties.”

You shrug. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Maki smirks and brings the blunt to her mouth, taking a deep breath in that has the end of the joint smoldering. She places her hand on your shoulder and leads you closer to her until her lips mere centimeters from yours.

Your eyes flutter shut and you open your mouth, receptive when she blows the smoke inside it. You bring the drug deep down into your lungs. It burns, but it’s pleasant at the same time.

Your head is cloudy and your body heavy when you breathe the smoke out. Everything just feels so…good.

You’re so glad you can hang out with Maki like this. Just you two. Alone. Her hand on your shoulder—she hasn’t moved it yet—feels so nice. You like her so much. Maybe more than your boyfriend.

Your lips touch. You pull back slightly. This is wrong. But, then she leans forward and her lips are on you again. It’s making your skin buzz. Wrong or not, you melt into her.

Her hand on your shoulder tightens and she brings you in closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips and tongues explore each other, minds entirely free of thoughts, only able understand the sensation of your bodies meeting each other.

She breaks the messy kiss for a moment to whispers some words into your mouth, just like she had with the smoke. “Glad you realized I’m better than him.”

You cup her face with your hands, “Yeah, you are.”

[tojislibrvry]

★ ︵ @ fem!toji / reader , sexuāl fantasies , cūnnilingus , strāpping , fingēring , perv toji , genderbent au , roommate au

it is almost 2 am when you hear someone ring the bell. it was a warm night, you had shed layers of clothes opting to wear a tank top and shorts. the air was thick with humidity, a layer of sweat making your body glow under the dim lights of your apartment. you get up from your comfortable position on bed — legs curled and on your side scrolling on your phone. stretching your sore arms you walk to your front door.

you look through the peephole and see none other than your new roommate toji. you both met for the first time in a cafe after she answered to your post looking for a roommate to split rent. she was truly a sight to behold. decked in comfortable looking clothes, a pair of baggy jeans and a form fitting t-shirt that fit her large frame perfectly, a hint of her calvin klein boxers peeking through. she was charming, and nonchalant and you decided at that moment that you would not mind sharing an apartment with her.

you open the door and you are met with the sight of a very drunk toji.

"... i think i'm going to throw up."

girl.

toji's eyes burn as she throws up into the toilet bowl, stomach churning with nausea already. she can feel the beer make it's way back up to her mouth and she swears that she'll never drink again.

she feels your soft hand on her back as you coo at her plight. you draw soothing circles on her skin as she heaves again.

"s'okay toji, it's almost over." you say as she pukes her gut out for the final time and collapses on the bathroom floor.

you help her up and get her to brush her teeth. up and down, side to side. the foamy sounds growing louder as you move the toothbrush. she's taller than you, by a lot of inches than you can count so to reach up to her is a struggle, arms cramping up with the effort.

she's still very drunk, bubbles of her intoxication bursting around her.

you bring her to her room when you notice her outfit. she's wearing a black tank top, a little too tight on her skin paired with leather pants that seem a little too warm for the weather.

she seems to realise that too because the next thing you know she's tugging off her pants, sliding it off her long legs.

you quickly turn your back to her, fingers pressed against your wandering eyes.

"toji! y-you can't just do that!!" you whisper-yell, hoping she would stop nearly stripping in front of you.

"was too hot, fuck—" she mumbles, "—m never fucking wearing leather again."

"are you dressed ?" you sigh in defeat, back still turned.

".... yeah, look at me baby."

toji was a flirty, sleazy and oh so mean drunk.

you turn to see her only wearing her thong and a graphic tee that is conveniently pulled over the curvature of her ass.

she looks at you face flushed and still manages to sneak in a wink.

".... i'm leaving."

she gets up and grabs you before you can leave pulling you into the bed with her. she holds you close as your face is pressed impossibly close to her chest, close enough to hear her beating heart.

"nooooo ... stay with me, please."

the next morning toji wakes up with the kind of headache that makes her want to hit her head against the wall. she groans as she gets up, back all kinds of fucked up. she rubs her eyes, sitting cross legged on the bed. once her vision clears, she notices something on her bedside table.

' your head probably hurts a lot rn >:( , so here's a painkiller and some water. take it after you eat the soup i've made. it's in the fridge ( heat it up for 30 seconds ) ! take care ~ ♡ p.s - your phone should be at 100% now , it's charging in the living room '

oh

she heats the soup and it tastes just right, making her feel a lot better. her phone is not dead and fully charged, her room definitely cleaned up and she realises even her makeup from the night before was removed. she takes the painkiller and heads to the couch where she pulls her phone out to text shiu.

t. fushiguro : i need to fuck my roommate shiu 🐾 : girl, that's gay t. fushiguro : ...

it becomes unbearable for toji to be around you. her once 'super nice!' roommate becomes the star of every single one of her wet dreams. it doesn't even take a lot from you for toji to bite her fist in frustration.

you wearing a checked apron ? wet. you kissing her cheek goodbye ? horny. you passed out on the couch snoring ? she wants to eat you.

you were just so fucking cute.

she also starts wishing that you stopped becoming comfortable around her. just the other day, she was grabbing a quick bite from the kitchen when she's met with the sight of you wrapped in a fluffy turkey towel coming out of your shared bathroom.

"t-toji!" you yelp in surprise with her sudden presence. her heart beats so hard, as you come closer. your hair dripping wet, bare faced and a soft smile painted on your lips. the towel doesnt do much. its wrapped tightly around your breasts and she can see the soft peaks of your nipples. the towel was also way too short to cover your glistening thighs. fuck.

she thinks about the way you looked that one time as her fingers push deeper into her cunt. she tries not to think of you like that. you were too sweet to be the main character of her perverted fantasies. she imagines your eyes screwed tightly as she fucks deeper into you with her strap. she imagines every single one of her wildest fantasies.

would you bite ? would you scratch ? she thinks how delicious the drag of your manicured nails against her back would feel ? would you cry ? sob as she plays with your pretty clit ? she wants you under her already.

all of her fantasies manifests into existence on a normal saturday. she comes home to you seated in the dining table, with your lips pursed. you barely notice that toji's back home, mind clearly distressed.

"everything alright roomie ?" she asks, startling you. your eyes widen animatedly and you gasp.

"toji!" you take a deep breath in, "we need to talk."

fuck, toji thinks to herself. you probably found evidence of her debauchery somehow and wanted her to leave.

she clambers over to you and takes a seat, palms clammy. "y'er scaring me, doll."

you shake your head, anguished. "toj' we can't be roommates anymore..." you drop your head down, like a kicked puppy.

"oh."

"is it because you found my stash of your stolen pant—" "i am attracted to you toj—"

HUH

your mouth hangs, jaw dropped. toji is quick to turn red. she curses her stupid mouth. why didn't she wait till you talked ?

"you STOLE my panties ?"

"you are attracted to ME ?"

both of you fall silent. situation way out of both your hands.

"we should fuck now, obviously."

"you can't just say that !!"

toji had imagined you in 38 positions, 53 different outfits and 120 separate plot lines all involving you with your eyes rolled up your head with pleasure.

none of those fantasies even came close to the feeling of you sat on her lap, rubbing yourself against her thighs, your mewls don't go unnoticed as she bites your nipples, soft cries echoing through the room.

your nails raked against her naked back, eyes crossed in the simple pleasure of her thigh getting you off. she could feel you throbbing through the thin layer of frilly pink panties that you still had on.

you stop and look at toji, she almost worries that you don't want to continue this little game.

"toooji," you sound drunk, eyes lidded, "please let me taste you."

toji has you on your knees, carpet rubbing against your soft skin. her legs are sprawled out to the sides of your head, you vision looking straight at her pussy. she looks at you, elbows supporting her just so she can watch you try to give her head.

you start off slow, kissing her sensitive inner thighs. you take your time to press your lips softly against body, moist with arousal and sweat from the sweltering heat.

with precision, you lick a strong stripe along her slit. this action is enough to pull the softest sounding gasp from toji. you pull back, strands of her arousal attached to your lips. you calm your beating heart and try to ignore the way toji looks at you.

"go on, you were begging for this." she mocks you. you slowly use your fingers to spread her lips apart, a resounding squelch bounces off the walls.

"you are so wet toji....," you sigh dreamily as you press your lips to her clit. toji's hands make way to your head and pulls your hair, making you moan into her skin.

"y'er so nasty, so dirty for me, only me right baby ?" you nod and begin to make out with her cunt. you begin to drool as you taste her, the tanginess of her juices igniting your brain on fire.

you cry out together with her when you push your tongue into her pulsing hole, fluttering around the wet muscle that invades. she groans, pushing your head impossibly closer to her cunt.

you continue to eat her out, till her thighs begin to shake from exhaustion. you suddenly stop, looking up at toji with the widest doe eyes she's ever seen.

"please use me toji, wanna make you feel good."

that's all she needs to hear before she drags you back to her cunt, this time her hips grinding against your face. your nose bumps into her clit and she reels you in deeper.

"fuck, doll," she whispers, "i'm so fucking close." you hold on to her thighs as she fucks your mouth. your tongue is strained from the attention you give her, the wetness of her arousal like music to your ears. she does not pull you off when she squirts, painting your face with her juices.

your pants create clouds of heat against her skin, face flushed and content. suddenly you are flipped, eye to eye with toji caging you beneath her. her tits, enormous as they are, all for you to take in with your eyes hangs above you. there's a glint in her gaze that tells you that she's going to devour you.

"now, my turn."

toji has you in a mean mating press, as she fingers you. she grabs you and holds you close with a single hand on your waist. you know very well tomorrow you would wake up with the bruises of her rough padded fingers blooming on your skin. your legs ache from their bent position on her muscled shoulders.

"toooooji," you whine as you feel her spit on your cunt, "m' sensitive." you tremble with over sensitivity. your teeth clatters as she brings you closer to another orgasm, thumb working quickly against your sticky clit. she grins victoriously at your ruined state, makeup running down in streams as you look at her with stars in your eyes.

"fuck! don't look at me like that." she grunts as she shoves her thick fingers deeper into your aching cunt. she looks at the base of her knuckles, rings of your creamy release making her grow wetter with the anticipation of your release.

"baby, please, let me use my strap on you." she nearly begs, voice scratchy with need. you whine with embarrassment, eyes prickling with tears of humiliation as you nod.

"use your words," she taps your sloppy pussy. "tell me what exactly you want."

"stop teasing me..." you mewl, "please fuck me with your strap toji." you say with our fingers covering your eyes, streaming in vision of toji's satisfied face.

toji has you arched, ass rippling as she fucks into you with her emerald green strap. she grinds her hips against you. she bends over, hands massaging your tits and the way you would whimper whenever she rubbed your nipples between your fingers fell on deaf ears.

"atta girl, move against me just like that," she grouses as you throw slow circles against the strap. you feel her reach all the way up to your gut, the stretch nearly splitting you into half.

"hah! ngh—," you moan as you feel her bully her strap against your g-spot, nestled all the way in you, "—s'too much toj!" you try to say as you run from her strap. her pelvis bruises your ass with the force of her unforgiving thrusts. she cackles at your plight, suddenly flipping you to your side so she can fuck deeper.

the angle she has you in makes you feel like youve ascended heaven, the mean grind against your poor cunt as she slams her strap in a way that no one could withstand. all hours of her working out in the gym were paying off as she sees you sob, praying for release.

the plap-plap in the room doesn't stop until you squirt all over her strap, making a mess of your pink sheets.

"fuck! baby, that was amazing," she whispers at the wetness dripping off her body, she didnt know you could squirt. you crawl away from her before she grabs your ankle and pulls you back against her body again, "— awww baby, you didn't think that was all, right ?" she fills you up until you can't breathe, the wind knocked out of your lungs.

"once more, you can do it—" you can almost feel her throb, "fuck, you look so pretty." this time she brings her nimble fingers to work on your pretty clit, sticky and gooey as she rubs circles on it.

"i'm so close !—" you cry out, her fast fingers making you taste your release. you cry out, eyes closed tightly from the pleasure of orgasming for the fifth time that night. she whistles as you squirt again, body giving up from the buzzing between your legs. your lashes flutter ready for a quick nap.

"i love ya' toji." you mumble out as you fall asleep, feeling toji pull out. her cleaning you up is all a fuzz, wet cloth wiping away all the fluids using your body as a canvas. you swear on life that at some point, she whispers a 'i love you too baby.' but you chalk it up wishful thinking.

when you wake up from your nap, you see toji on the bed next to you opening up a package. she looks happy, small smile on her scarred lip. she's still half naked, wearing a green satin robe left untied. she looks beautiful as the moonlight hits her.

"oh, you up? " she says as she holds the scissors in her mouth to use her hands to rip off the tape.

"what do you have there ?" she doesn't reply until she brings out the product.

its curved, pink and looks like a double ended dildo with ridges on them.

"pink is your favourite colour right ?"

[andywritingstuff]

Is it casual?

cw. suggestive, angst, reader is kinda toxic, inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan

wc: 2.1k words :o

  What happens in the closet, stays in the closet - or so Ieri Shoko believes. 

  A singular kiss, product of the stupid, childish game of Seven Minutes in Heaven she played with her friends and classmates. You kissed her, a simple kiss that broke a dam inside her and made her flood with emotion, but she knew better. She knew that it wouldn't be more than that. Maybe you didn't even like women like she did. Maybe you didn't see her the way she saw you, and it's fine! It's not like she cares or anything, right? 

  She'd rather die than be with Gojo or Geto, but you? God, she'd rather die than not be in your life. Whether as a friend or a lover, she doesn't care; she's just thankful that she has you in her life. She realized it the day you came to Jujutsu High, all shy and anxious. 

  She remembers perfectly, how you wouldn't even dare look up from your feet, all fidgety - how wouldn't you? You were in a new school, with people you knew nothing about. Transitioning to this after living a semi-normal life is nothing easy. And to top it all off, you were paired with two of the strongest and a reverse cursed technique user? The bar was higher than usual. 

  It was Gojo’s idea to make you a little welcome party, but Shoko contributed more than usual, showing enthusiasm masked as nonchalance, as usual, but her friends could sense it brewing under her skin - that attraction that might very well be unrequited. 

  But it didn't matter. All that mattered is how your eyes lit up in surprise and excitement at being welcomed, how your giggles made Shoko’s heart flutter, how your closeness almost made her blush. Thank goodness for that sliver of self-control that she still has.

  As the months passed, said attraction only seemed to grow. It wasn't usual for Shoko to let go of that laid-back act, but with you, she found herself being alive, laughing at your (lame attempts of) jokes and touching you more than usual. Holding your hand as she guided you through the school, or maybe her fingers lingering when she wanted to give you something. Perhaps you noticed her head resting on your shoulder when you two had those now regular sleepovers, or her hand on your thigh, or her eyes lingering on your side profile, lips aching for a little bit of a taste.Just a little bit of you, and her thirst will be quenched. 

  “Something on your mind?” Shoko asked with you sitting between her legs, her hands massaging your tense shoulders and feeling the knots created because of stress on them through the fabric of your shirt, “you're tense.” She commented - as if it wasn't obvious. You're nearly as fidgety as the first time she saw you and your eye bags now surpass Geto’s (if that's even possible). 

  “Nothing,” you had tried to lie to her, but she just scoffed and that made you smile - although half-heartedly. “It's just…” There it was, with you talking her ear off about your worries. And she let you, of course, she's your best friend and you're the love of her life. Or her teenage years.

  She hummed and nodded along with your words, listening to you. Slowly, the tension melted away like it was never there and you fell asleep beside her on her bed, her eyes tracing your features and playing with strands of your hair, tracing your face with the tips of her fingers like she intended to memorize every single detail of it. The memory of that first and only kiss between you two replayed in her mind like a broken record. 

  How you looked at her. She remembers it all too clearly - Saturday. It was you, Geto, Gojo and herself, all third years. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t extremely hot, either. All of you decided to hang out at Gojo’s room, and between jokes the idea of that stupid game came to light. 

  You and Geto. Geto and Gojo. Shoko and Gojo. You and Shoko. 

  Both men cheered her on silently while she was short-circuiting, the usually calm Ieri Shoko blushing and stuttering and almost ridiculously tripping over air as she walked with you to that cramped space.

  Two minutes passed, and Shoko couldn’t quite meet your gaze. She attempted to reach for a cigarette, but she left them all in her bedroom. 

  “Hey…” You had spoken up first, looking at her with a tiny smile she couldn’t ignore even if she tried. “What happens in the closet stays in the closet, right?” Shoko hummed, nodding.

  “Yep. What happens in the closet, stays in the closet.” 

  Another minute in silence passed, but it felt like an eternity.

  “Can I kiss you?” 

  The question made her think she was going to pass out. Maybe she’s delirious because of the cramped space. Oxygen is not properly reaching her brain. 

  Still, she nodded. Slow, tentative, like she was afraid you might fly away scared like a little baby bird. And just as slow, in between giggles and quiet apologies, you kissed her. It was brief, just a mere peck on the lips, but she swears her brain chemistry was forever altered. Your lips tasted like grape soda, the only one available at the dispensing machines that day, and your laughter afterward was breathy. Bubbly. Lively.

  For a long time, Shoko convinced herself that what happened in the closet stays in the closet, even if a part of her always wondered why you did that and worse, did you kiss Gojo or Geto, too? But it’s not like she has any right to be jealous, right? You all were just friends, you and her closer than anyone. 

  “You’re suuuuuuch a loser, Koko!” Utahime’s voice was metallic through the phone. It was one of their daily calls, and Utahime was probably fed up with Shoko going on and on about you. “Why don’t you just ask her out already? She won’t say no!” She insisted for what felt like the umpteenth time, but Shoko, as always, sighed. 

  “I can’t just ask her out, Utahime. What if she doesn’t like girls?” Shoko repeated the same argument over and over again. What if she doesn’t like girls? What if she says she’s just experimenting and playing around? What if we’re not compatible and I ruin our friendship? What if she thinks liking girls is weird and cuts me off entirely?

  “You won’t know if you keep cowering, loser,” Utahime blew a raspberry, and Shoko laughed mirthlessly at the childish act, “besides, if she doesn’t like you, it’s her loss! You’re amazing. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend!” A beat. Shoko just groaned. “C’mon, I need to get back my best friend stamp! She stole it from me!”

  So she did. She asked you.

  Calling out your name in a soft, sing-song tone to catch your attention, you turned around and smiled at her. Utahime’s words still rang through Shoko’s mind, making her braver… Even if it’s just to stop being called a loser. 

  “Do you like women?” She blurted out once you two were alone in the classroom, not wanting to face anyone that wasn’t you. “Like, romantically?” God, she sounds so pathetic.

  You stuttered for a second, unsure of what to say. How to react. Looking down at your shoes, you hummed. “Yes, I do.” Once those words left your lips, Shoko felt her entire body loosening up, a wave of relief washing over her.

  Thank goodness.

  “Me too.” She confesses, and you looked up at her with those wide, surprised eyes. That naturally easy smile grew on her lips again

  It wasn’t unusual to find Shoko looking for you. It wasn’t unusual of you to find you looking for Shoko. And it certainly wasn’t unusual to find you making out behind the closed doors of the medical room - especially after long, grueling missions in which you were out of contact for days at the time. 

  Her feelings for you didn’t subside, in fact, they grew stronger than ever, even in the distance while she studied medicine. It was only two years, but it felt like an eternity. The calls, the text messages, the weekend getaways were the only things keeping her sane. 

  And now that you’re together again, it’s the happiest she’s been in a long time. The lines between friends and lovers had long been blurred, but neither one wanted to acknowledge the situation, especially not Shoko. She didn’t want complications in her line of work, and much less in her private life. 

  Still, she can’t help that fiery feeling that lights on her chest whenever anyone asks what you two are and you just deny the chemistry that has been brewing for years already, ignoring her whenever the two of you are in public just to melt into her arms whenever she holds you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. How could you so easily ignore that and then come back to her whenever you crave affection?

  Worse of all, why does she let you?

  The weight of what happened once in a stuffy closet all those years ago still hangs heavy over her head, making her want to keep you around. “What happens in the closet, stays in the closet.” You both agreed to it, but it just eats away at her and makes her wonder why the hell she agreed to it in the first place. Wasn’t she worthy of someone who loved her outside the comfort of a secluded space? Wasn’t she worthy of someone that loved her shamelessly and openly?

  She thought, for some reason, that you’d think she deserved better. She does, but it doesn’t seem that way.

  “We’re just casual, Koko. Don’t read too much into it.” You mentioned one day, using that adorable nickname only you and Utahime used, but it sounded so much more sweet coming from your candied lips; the lips she has already memorized the taste of. “I don’t want to complicate things. You understand, right?”

  Shoko sat in silence, observing into nothingness while twirling a strand of hair in her fingers, that burning feeling settling on her chest once more: familiar yet consuming, a rage like no other that threatened to destroy her from the inside out. “Of course. I understand,” she smiled, although a bit crooked, like it was a mask that risked slipping off. “Don’t worry about it.”

  You said you were casual, but is it casual when her kisses disappear in between your legs and your fingers tangle in her hair? Is it casual when she touches you in a way that has you seeing stars behind your eyes and your entire body trembles in the way only she knows how to make you? Is it casual when you can’t control the mewls that spill past your lips?

  Is it casual when she’s looking at you like she’s drunk off of you alone? Or is it casual when her touches grow soft and she takes care of you in a way you never quite learned how to reciprocate?

  Is it casual when, despite her busy schedule, she makes time to take you out on little dates you insist are entirely platonic while she looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon?

  Maybe it is. Maybe she lets herself put on those rose colored glasses because she’s not ready to let you go; to let go of the one and only person in her life that has made her feel alive and that life’s worth living. Maybe love is supposed to be as hurtful as you make it out to be. Maybe feeling like she’s drowning all the time is what’s normal. Love is imagining a whole life ahead of her with you included, by her side, like you’ve been ever since that day she met you in third year. Love is feeling numb and empty when you’re here, but worse if you leave. It’s pretending nothing hurts. Ever.

  It’s hard being casual when a part of her resides permanently in you. It’s hard being casual if the ghost of your presence haunts her even in her waking moments. It’s hard being casual when her anxiety spikes up because you haven’t texted her, or worse, when you do text her but your tone seems off - like she did something wrong. Not even her laid-back attitude can mask the nerves you make her feel, but that much was clear ever since day one, wasn’t it?

  Why did she let this drag on so long? Why do you wonder why she’s so bitter when you’re the reason for it?

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shoko who can’t help but giggle, watching with doe brown irises as your hips stutter every few seconds. you were simply no match for her pace. with your slick cunt repeatedly grinding back against hers, you were already this close to losing it. to making yet another mess. she’s lied flat on her back, one hand gripped against the left side of your waist before humming, tilting her head in faux coy. “cupcake, c’mon, thought you said you knew what you were doing, hm?”

as your mouth hangs open—you lock your legs securely against hers, trying to scissor her properly. the heat of skin clashing against each other makes a school of butterflies flutter inside of your tummy. “m tryin’ shoko,” you pant, watching as she trails a hand down your ass, a thumb brushing up against it’s shape as if it was carved into a heart. “fuck, feels so good, ‘sho.”

“try harder, honey,” she huffs, almost about to break out a sweat herself. long brunette locks tangle around her finger as she keeps a keen eye on you the entire time. puffy cunt hoods glissade against each other back and forth and oh, the stimulation. with the mixture of her growing heat, you felt hot. shoko’s angle of her thigh legs wrap around yours and you felt everything. “pick up the pace, uh huh—good . . girl,” and a sharp gasp wrenches out of her throat once you start to accelerate. “thaaat’s it, fuck me, pretty girl.”

both scorching hot bodies continue to move in rhythmic sync. she lets off a sweet moan, feeling the convulsing thumps of your clit pulse against hers and it feels almost too good.

her breath hitches as she snakes a hand toward your breasts that bounce right in front of her face. “come closer, cupcake. don’t be shy,” and her words were a bit low—she lets off a tiny hiccup as her eyes roamed at your perfect jittery body. with each lengthy second that passed, she was getting more and more drunk from your sweet cunt. as you lean closer, pawing your right hand into the mushy skin of her right leg, she grabs ahold of one of your tits, latching her plump glossed lips against the tender nipple. “mhm.”

you moan out a singular hiss, bouncing against her body as she lies right underneath you—

skewing the bulb of your cunt straight against her drooling opening. with the merciless speed of your hips, she could barely keep your sweetened neglected mounds in her mouth. although, she left a pretty trail of her sheeny saliva onto each of your tits. she sucks against them both, briefly closing her eyes shut as you’re merrily rutting into her sloppy core salaciously.

“shokooo,” you drag out her words in a candied slur of both twin syllables.

the slow yet deadly grind of your hips had her head spinning. not just hers but yours too.

clammy hands of hers make their way back toward your unsteady hips, yanking them closer to her sweltering, sticky heat before she spanks your ass.

with that single spank . . one turns into two, then three, then four.

shoko’s obsessed with your ass, never failing to leave it a few concise stings near the very plush parts of your flesh. “f— fuck,” she stammers, a shake in her voice due to your insane rhythm. she felt it too, with both sloppy mounds bumping against each other, the incoming pleasure was almost inevitable to feel. she pried one of your legs open just a bit farther apart, strumming her slender fingers against your pulsating cunt to play against your throbbing slit. “mhm, twitching so good for me, huh. you gonna make a mess already? barely been a few minutes, cupcake.”

your throat was parched with dryness — with the bed underneath you and shoko wailing out in weak creaks, you moan. as your head tosses itself back in rapture, your trembling thighs briefly shifts to acclimatize against her wide open angle.

“gonna cum, shoko,” you warn, feeling the furrow of your eyebrow pull both arched brows together. for just a second, you take a second to suck in a nice amount of balmy air.

everything around you felt so warm, including the welcoming cunt of your girlfriend who’s just humidly sultry with tepid heat.

effortlessly, it sticks against your own core, creating a lewd concoction of damp juices, forming into a little soaked cobweb. there’s an entering ring that goes through your ears and hers. it’s never ending screech makes your back arch at the moment of your climax and she slumps back against the mattress. her skin’s met with the velvety silk sheets. as her body directly underneath you moves back in drowse, her lowly hooded eyes meet yours again once you prepare to speak out a whimper. “can i cum, shoko? pretty please?”

“with those manners, you can do anything you want to me, cupcake,” she hoarsely whispers, pulling you close to her face.

inches away, you close the remaining distance to drag her into a needy, wet kiss.

both bodies remain to rut back ‘n forth, limbs all tangled and intertwined in pure bliss.

she tasted so sweet. her syrupy gloss ghosts against your tastebuds and you moan right into her mouth. shoko was handsy, wasting no time to feel all over the curvature of your presentable physique. starting at your ass — then back toward your hips and the rest of your body. she even leans in, lolling her tongue out to lick a long stripe down the valley of your chest.

“mhm,” you whimper, sappy soddened juices squelching against each other. as you both eventually succumb to your orgasmic peak, in each mouth, you both moan in pretty flawless unison.

your hips come to an abrupt slow but you’re still jerking against her, swerving in swift addictive arcs as she feebly wrapping her arms around your waist. the rickety of the bed continues to sob out creaks from the double amounts of weight. “baby,” she croaks out lowly, strings of fluids departing with each inch that you move your cunt away from hers.

exhausted, you slump forward into her chest and you feel a rumble of her shoulders. “ah, worn out already? i guess we can take a break,” she whispers, feeling your body still shiver within her hold. her touch was always gentle—she loved how you’d always lean into it, lean into her. with a sheepish smile curling against her slight crooked lips, she makes you sit up. you unlock your weak legs against hers before lying on top of her, droopy eyes meeting her lust filled gaze. she gives your forehead a single kiss before huffing. “you did so good, baby. always so good for me.”

“s- shoko,” you stutter out, her perfume making you throb. you were already starting to fantasize about the lewd feeling of her cunt rubbing off against yours in carnal harmony that was literally just seconds ago.

“shhh,” she shushes you, a thumb swiping its way over the part of your lips. body again body — it was warm, her sweat mixed with yours and you could feel yourself aching for more. already, you missed the way she felt bumping against your sensitive pussy. it made your head spin, your nerves were still in overdrive before she makes you lie on her chest. “let’s rest, okay,” and her slight raspy voice made you let off a soft content sigh. she strokes your back, hearing your breathing slow a bit before she coos against the shell of your ear. “when you’re well energized again, i’ll start a nice bath for us both,” and she gives the crown of your forehead one more kiss.

“my sweet girl.”

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Yuki has many joys in this world but one of her favorite things to do with you is make out with you while she’s knuckle deep in your cunt. 

Breaking away from your lips only ever to tease you with a slightly hoarse mutter, “Hear how loud my girl is?” She’d giggle while thumbing your clit like it’s second nature and curling two of her lengthy fingers right into that spot she knows you so desperately crave for her to reach. 

You’d let out a moan in response if it weren’t for her lips latching onto yours again and drowning out the sound completely. Her tongue twirls and dances over yours the same way it typically slithers into your cunt. You try your best to keep up with her, whining as your hips jerk against her mean digits that were busy assaulting your sloppy cavern.

You really start losing it when she pulls away from your mouth just to watch your expression twist up into pure bliss. Her fingers are fucking perfect inside you, dragging out something so sweet and delicious from the depths of your drooling pussy and eyeing down the way whines of her name leave your pretty spit-slicked lips.

“Y-Yuki, please,” You gasp and attempt to lift your hips for a moment to breathe only to be tugged right back down by the grip she’s got on you with her free hands.

Yuki pouts just to mock you, “Aw, you close, pretty?” She utters to you with this faux sweetness that makes your stomach twist and churn, thighs trembling over hers. “Gonna cum for me? Make a nasty lil’ mess on my fingers like you always do?” She continues, fingertips rubbing right against that angled spot inside you that has you seeing stars for a moment.

Then you’re left nodding wildly, attempting to duck down and hide your face in her neck only to be stopped by her lifting the hand from your hip and moving it to your throat meticulously. Her thumb forces your chin up a bit so that you can keep looking at her and she smiles.

“Tryin’ to hide your face from me? Seriously?” She gasps in exaggerated surprise, “Y’know this is my favorite part,” Her fingers pick up in pace all of a sudden and you can feel the tips just ramming into you, as if to punish you for your recent attempt. “Jus’ look atcha’, all teary eyed ‘n pouty like you didn’t ask for this…”

Your eyes are quick to dart elsewhere but you feel your orgasm approaching you quickly. “S-Shut up,” You huff, “It’s embarrassing w-when you do that…”

The knowing smile on her face widens and she tips her head to the side, the thumbing at your clit coming to a soft ‘n steady slow. “Do what?” Yuki puffs out in that soft tone again, brown eyes just dilating at the disorientated sight of you, “Watch you when you’re about to cum?” Answering her own question, she leans forward a bit and your hovering over her lap becomes unsteady. “Would you rather I watch her instead?”

You wanted to say no because you know exactly how embarrassing that is but, she’s swiftly removing her hands from you only to lay you back on the mattress. With a heavy huff exiting your throat, you watch with wide glossy eyes as she sits up in front of you. Her hands meet your thighs and you dread what’s about to happen already.

“S’been a while since I’ve seen my girl up close too,” Yuki recalls happily as she parts your legs for herself. “Think she missed me just as much as I missed her?”

You’re too busy covering your face out of some sort of shyness, refusing to answer or look at your eager girlfriend. To which Yuki playfully rolls her eyes and repositions herself down in between your legs.

Her eyes stay up on you and your heavily breathing chest for a moment before she pushes forward and presses a chaste kiss against the soaked slit of your pussy. “Baby,” She hums, using that fake desperate tone of hers just to try and convince you to watch her. “Look at me, will you?”

Even though you know damn well she only wants to tease you, you end up listening anyway as you remove your hands from your face and just barely drag your eyes down to her. God, she’s so sexy in between your legs. Blonde hair strung back in a messy ponytail, brown eyes set dead on you, and pretty pink lips quirked up into that smile you know and love so much.

“There she is,” Yuki coos, tilting her head again just to pout at you, “Was that so hard?”

Your brows twist up and as you go to answer her, she slots her two fingers right back into you slowly with a loud squelch emitting into the room. “No,” You whisper, “But, d-do you have to stare…?”

She scoffs at you. “Oh, that's right, you don’t like it when I look at you.”

“N-No, I just—“

“It’s okay,” Yuki tells you, quickly placing her eyes down onto your cunt. “I’ll jus’ give my second favorite girl some more of my attention.” As soon as she says that, her fingers are dragging out of you and she bites back a satisfied hum at the sight of your slick dripping off of her skin. “Yeahh, you’ve missed all of my attention, haven’t you, pretty?” 

Then, she moves her thumbs just to spread your cunt nice ‘n open for herself to get a beautiful display of your essence dribbling down. This really was another one of her favorite sights, watching that twitch and quiver of your pussy as you grow needy for her to touch you again. 

Yuki’s brows twist up in awe and she tries not to straight up moan at the sight of you. “Such a wet girl,” She whispers one last time before sending a wad of spit to your clit and then watching the way her saliva trickles downward and mixes with all your soaked glory.  

After which she dives right in, locking her lips onto your cunt and darting that lengthy tongue of hers out—sloppily lathering the muscle with your taste and groaning into you the moment she feels your body react and a moan of her name leaves your lips. Yuki could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Which only makes sense of course, you are her favorite meal.

She loves the way you shoot your hands down to her hair and grab ahold of her, pathetically attempting to move or shift her where you want her to go but ultimately failing. Yuki goes wherever she wants to, the area of desire being your clit at the current moment with the way she goes from those lengthy licks to kissing and soft sucking on your slobbering pussy until she reaches it.

Yuki pulls up just barely an inch above your clit and exhales softly, her breath hitting your wet skin and making you twitch as she smiles. “Almost forgot how sweet this pussy is,” She comments gently, slithering her tongue out just to flick around your aching clit in a torturous little circle. “She’s so sensitive too.” Yuki’s tongue flattens and then her lips cup the twitching bud before she sucks, hard.

Your back arches instinctively and you’re left gasping for the air that left your throat. “Fuck, Yuki… mmgh,” You moan into the air, the sound hitting her eardrums and making her smile into you.

Her tongue was nasty against your clit—flicking and twisting all around you in a sloppy manner while she fucked her two fingers back into your needy hole. The squelches and softened gurgles that left your pussy were like music to her ears, enough to make her cunt throb in excitement.

“Hmm?” She hums against you lazily, beginning to curl her fingers back into that spot again. Your legs instinctively move to close around her but the hand she’s got on your thigh keeps you pinned open for her. “Oh don’t tell me you're about to cum already, I just got down here…” She whines, as if she weren’t fingerfucking you for God knows how long before this.

Your hips lift, eager to feel her lips on you again. “Please Yuki?” You beg, staring right down at her with a pout plaster all over your face, “I’ll be so good for it, w-won’t look away from you again, or—mmh… or hide my face, just.. please let me cum.”

She quickly looks up at you. There was no way she was gonna miss that expression of yours. And fuck, she’s so weak for it too. How could she ever say no to you? 

Chuckling cunningly, Yuki sighs and begins to casually pick up that assault on your g-spot with her fingers again. Then she slides her thumb up to simultaneously rub over your clit—the combination enough to drive you to tears. “Fine, fine, anything for you. Go ‘head ‘n give me somethin’ sweet to suck off my fingers, baby. Don’t hold back,” She purrs, her voice enough to coax you right over the edge.

And you do exactly that within seconds, a pitched whine leaving your throat as your orgasm comes washing over you. Your thighs quake a bit and Yuki relishes in every look of bliss that crashes right over your facial features.

As she fucks you through your high, she begins to trail kisses up along your skin until she gets to your neck and then sucks. “Atta’ girl,” She hushes out into you hotly as you gush around her fingers. Then, she slides up a bit and slowly tugs her fingers out of you. After popping her digits into her mouth and moaning at the taste of you on her tongue again, she swallows and moves her lips down to your ear. “Now can you do one more thing f’me?” He requests.

You don’t even need to know what it is to start nodding as your panting comes to a stop. “Y-Yes, of course. What is it?” You ask carefully.

She giggles and kisses the crown of your ear, “Make the same mess around my strap…”

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“suck.” she instructs you, holding out her two fingers in front of your lips. you slowly part your lips, glancing down at her with a hazy look in your eyes as she gets on her knees. she inserts her fingers in your mouth as your lips wrap around the digits, slowly sucking on them. “good job, baby.” she praises you with a cocky tone, a small smirk on her face. “now, stop.” you follow her directions with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling up the silence of your bedroom as she slides her fingers out of your mouth, a thin string of spit still connecting on her fingers from your tongue. she brings her fingers down towards your pussy as you spread your legs at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to touch you. “already so wet, hm?” she whispers.

“mm, need you now, please.” you huff out. biting down on your lip, you intensely watch as she slides her fingers down the folds of your pussy, mixing your spit with your slick. “please.” you gasp and tilt your head back as her fingers circle the entrance of your tight hole, prolonging her teasing behaviour. you grow increasingly desperate as she uses your mixture of juices to slowly slide her two fingers into you with ease. “fuck, yes.” you moan out, your eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. to your disappointment, however, she glances back up at you and quickly pulls her fingers out of your cunt.

“eyes on me, okay?” she uses her other hand to squeeze the side of your thigh. “or else i’ll stop. you don’t want that, do you?” she scolds you. you shake your head in response. “use your words.”

“keep going.” you plead with her. she lets out a small mocking laugh before, once again, gliding her fingers inside of your wet and needy pussy. your mouth falls open as she starts slowly pumping the two digits in and out of you, creating a steady pace. “yes, yes, so fucking..” your cut off with a moan as she increases the pace, “so good.” the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers as they hit your sweet spot with every pump. you let out a string of curses, overwhelmed with the feeling of her fingers stuffing you full, “please, more!”

“so greedy, hm?” she coos. “since you’ve been so good, though..” you bite down on your lip when her tongue darts out to lick at your puffy clit while she continues fingering you, bringing you even closer to climaxing. you let out a whine, your hands instinctively gripping her hair for support as she flicks her tongue on your clit.

“faster, faster.” she listens to your demands and you feel yourself falling apart when her fingers hit the spongy walls of your pussy. “mmm’ cumming…”

“yeah? you gonna cum?” her voice is muffled as she goes back to licking at your pussy. “cum for me, baby.”

“fuck!” you feel a more intense sensation and before you can even recognize what’s happening, you’re squirting all over her fingers and tongue, your warm juices gushing out of you. your hips buck in pleasure and she pulls away in slight shock, looking up at you and watching as you try to come back down from your high.

“fuck, that was hot.” she breathes out, “think you can do that again?”

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[screampied]

Fighting for dominance w yuki 🙏🏽

❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying to top yuki (you fail)

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“oh. what’s this, baby?” yuki whispers, her eyes flicker towards your hovering body. her stare made you swallow. her legs remained spread, and she had a cunning grin tugging against his lips. she eyed your figure up and down before raising a eyebrow once you lightly shove her back. “you’re getting ahead of yourself. you’re gonna try to ride me?”

“yeah,” you utter, glancing down at her clear lengthy strap—you were already prepped, just barely getting over your last release from her eating you out.

as she tilted her head towards the side with a cheeky smile, you could still see some of your own slick running down her chin. “you don’t think i can?”

she giggles. “sweetheart, i never said that,” and she runs a hand across her thigh, watching you prepare to align yourself against the plump tip. “. . . although,” she breaks, teasingly staring off in the other direction, still manspread with her arms now stretched across the sides of the mattress. “i dunno, you couldn’t really take me if you tried. besides, you always end up tapping out.”

your eyes widen as you grew flustered before grumbling, “s-shut up.”

“aw. how ‘bout ya make me? otherwise i’ll just keep talking, princess.” she snickers, softly tracing her fingers down your waist just to get a reaction out of you.

she had the smuggest grin smeared on her face, watching you start to sink down on the strap-on.

“don’t hurt yourself now,” she giggles, eyeing you the entire time—you bit down on your lip, trying to suppress as much mind as you could, and she only simpers wider. “want me to hold your hand?”

“y-yuki,” you whined, putting a hand over her mouth. she playfully licks against your fingers, feeling you hover against the tip—you moan, your pussy gripping around the faux material before you jerked into her inwards. “stop talking.”

“not unless you make m—”

she gets cut off from the softness of your lips. you feel the smile still on his lips. she tastes sweet, candied even. yuki runs a hand down your hips as you gradually started to rut against her.

you ran your tongue against hers, tasting a tang of alcohol on her before you let off a whimper once she grips onto your ass.

she’s panting the more you deepened the kiss, she found it cute and you trying to show a bit more dominance—yet you were already failing. strands of her hair tickled against your skin the more your warm body heat made direct contact with hers.

the taste of her lip gloss had you hooked for more, the pure strawberry that resided against her lips. you moaned in your mouth before your hips started to pick up.

she briefly pulls away, a lustrous cobweb string of spit departing from your mouth and she stares at you.

“why can’t you look at me, princess?” she hums, grabbing ahold of your chin—you leer into her eyes before feeling butterflies swell in inside your tummy. she sneaks a wet kiss against your mouth as your hips rolled back and forth against her. “do i make you nervous?”

“no.” you immensely replied, feeling the continuously expand through your walls. it felt so good, you couldn’t help but moan all against her ear.

“no . . ?” she repeats, her tone was purely playful. yuki chuckles beside you before allowing her hands to roam all over your body—you shudder from the warmth of her touch before she whispers against your ear. “i’m a lot of things, sweetheart but i’m not an idiot,” and then she brings you close towards her chest.

you lean into her touch, thighs of yours rubbing against hers solely from your jagged body movements and she kisses near the inner part of your neck.

“you’re cute when you try to be all . . ” and she pauses for a moment, thinking of the word before tittering. “dominate.”

she studies your face, and you’re pouting. “pretty girl. don’t be so disappointed,” and she kisses you again — a quick kiss that never fails to leave you speechless everytime. “you want me to finish for you, hm?”

you sheepishly nod, stopping yourself from moving against the toy buried inside of you before she smiles, stroking your left cheek.

“at least you’re finally honest, baby,” she whispers, matching your pout before a small chortle leaves her lips. “c’mon, let’s do this the right way, yeah?”

she was so gentle—yet you found yourself pressed against the cushioned pillows, maintaining a swift arch and she towers over you even while being on her knees. yuki rubs a hand against your ass, caressing it as your cheek squished against the couch. “how do you want it, princess? tell me.”

“h-hard, yuki. jus’ make me cum.” you whined, not even caring anymore by this point.

“ooh,” she purrs, watching your back just go forward—your ass remained up and you were craving for her to inside again. you swallowed the nonexistent lump in your throat before feeling her gently prod the fat tip of the toy against your frontage. “say pretty please.”

you whine, wriggling your ass against the head part just for her to hurry up, “p-pretty please.”

“good girl,” she hums, her words went straight towards your cunt. you throbbed vigorously, aching for more of her touch. it wasn’t a want, it was a need. she’s slow as she starts to make her way inside again.

yuki lets off a soft groan, feeling you clamp down with such ease. once your thighs tapped against hers, she kissed her teeth before starting up a pace. “thaaaat’s it, baby. let me—let me take care of you.”

you moaned at the sweetness of her words, she was so deep—your eyes rolled back within seconds of her only delivering a few thrusts. she was tame yet grabbed both of your hips, slowly making sure you felt every inch.

“fuck,” she utters, hearing the sloppy squelches of your pussy voice all against her. yuki’s breathing started to become a bit raspy, quiet but very much raspy.

she always kept her eyes on your ass, she could never look away. the mere shape of it . . .

she ran her fingers across it while she’s fucking you dumb. such deep yet slow thorough strokes had you whining out her name loudly. she pulses from your words of pleasure everytime, but of course she never shows it.

this was all about you.

“you’re so pretty like this,” she hisses, bringing a few spanks to your ass to watch it jiggle—you whined, back arching a bit more for her and she playfully skims her hands down your spine to watch you jolt in pleasure. “how’s it feel, princess? lemme guess should i go harder?”

“p-please,” you squeak out, your head just mashed against the pillows.

she giggles, softly reaching down against your clit to create even more stimulation, earning out a surprised whimper from you.

“i know my girl well,” and then you feel her start to quicken up her hips. she’s reaching all the right spots, the angle was perfect. you felt the length of the toy continue to stretch out your pussy, leaving such a good taste in your mouth. “and to think you could have been topping me, hehe. we all start from somewhere, i guess.”

after a while you lost track of time, like most would.

you started to shake against her and she takes notice. yuki raises a brow before pressing all up against your ass, she’s fully inside and you moan at the warmth of her going against you. “is someone gonna cum? that why ya keep tryin’ to grab onto my leg, sweetheart—?”

the toy was so thick, your pussy made just as much noise as you did. cacophonies of mixed squelches that reverberated throughout the room. it felt so good . . . you clenched your jaw as you felt a hidden bundle of nerves make their way to stir you from the inside.

it’s a long pause as she’s still fucking you—you were a mess, strands of spit running down your mouth before she sings in a seductive tone, “well . . ?” she rubs a thumb against your bare ass whilst watching it jerk and move against her before she mutters. “if you want somethin’ from me, you gotta use your words. go on.”

“—wan’ cum, yuki,” you sniffled, your core was being filled with such inches. your ears rang and you could taste the sweetened orgasm on your tongue practically. “wanna cum, please. please let me c-cum . . ”

“good,” she hums cooingly. each praise she gifted you made you throb ten times more. you feel her grab your ass, scooting it directly towards her before she huffs out a single breath. “good girl. now give it to me, c’mon. don’t be shy. let go just for me, yeah.”

you moaned, feeling her pin your arms behind your back as she’s thrusting in and out of you.

instantly, you felt your legs intensely shake from the incoming rapture—you were simply dumb and close-mouthed. tongue tied even, your orgasm came crashing down on you and she watched as you’re just a mess, cute whines eliciting from your mouth.

your slick covered her faux base entirely, and she licks her lips while watching you ride it out—you panted, feeling her hips come to a stop before seconds later, she slowly pulls out. “aw. you’re so loud, baby. i told you.”

words of silence departed from your lips before she flips you over, pulling you into a deep, loving kiss. yuki’s rough hands gently danced against your skin as she pulled you close, only before you moan into her mouth once you feel her squeeze against your soaked pussy.

“all mine,” she whispers, breaking away to speak before she kisses against the side of your lip to stare you right in the eyes with such a dominant look. “who’s pretty pussy does this belong to, sweetheart?”

“yours, yuki.” you moaned, feeling her chest prick against yours—you felt so hot, in a good way. a smile goes on her lips before she nips at your neck in a playful manner.

“good girl, and it’ll stay that way,” she teases, soft eyes lingering at you for a few good seconds before she brushes a thumb over your wet lips. she leans in as if she’s about to kiss you again before she whispers against your lips. “unless you can ever prove me wrong, sweetheart.”