#shoko

[all-with-angel]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! •°. *࿐

Summary: After a long days work, Shoko wants nothing but to come home and eat fuck you, her lovely little girlfriend <3

Pairings: Shoko Ieri x fem!reader

Content. Smut, top!shoko, praise, oral (reader!receiving)

W.C. 1.5k

A.N. I'll be so real, this is the first time I've ever written a full smut so I apologize if it isn't as good as any other smut out there 😭 MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Masterlist

The clinic halls reek of antiseptic and exhaustion. Shoko drags a hand down her face as she steps outside, the cool night air hitting her like a breath of relief. Her body aches—not from physical strain, but from the relentless weight of the day. Too many patients, too many curses, too many lives hanging by a thread. She rolls her neck, a dull crack echoing in the quiet parking lot.

She needs a drink. A cigarette. A moment to breathe.

But more than anything, she needs you.

The thought of you waiting at home is the only thing that keeps her from collapsing on the spot. The only thing that stops her from walking back inside, resigning herself to another few hours of work. She checks her phone, and sees your last message from an hour ago. Be safe. Come home soon. I miss you.

Shoko exhales slowly. The knot in her chest loosens just a little.

The drive home is a blur. The city lights pass by in streaks, her mind running on fumes as she smoked in the car, windows down while she drove. She barely remembers tossing her keys onto the counter when she steps inside, her senses immediately drawn to you—warmth, comfort, something that soothes the sharp edges of her day. You're curled up on the couch, wearing one of her shirts, the fabric draping over your frame like it belongs there.

It does.

"Shoko?" You sit up, blinking away sleep as she stands in the doorway, tired but watching you like you're the only thing keeping her grounded. "You look exhausted."

"I am," she murmurs. She toes off her shoes, shrugs out of her coat, and crosses the room without hesitation. The moment she’s within reach, her hands find your face, thumbs brushing gently over your cheekbones. Her touch is warm despite the fatigue weighing her down.

You don't get a chance to say anything else before she kisses you.

It’s slow at first, a sigh against your lips, the taste of nicotine and coffee still faint on her tongue. But the moment you respond—your fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, your body pressing just slightly closer—something in her unravels.

Shoko groans into the kiss, deepening it with a quiet kind of desperation. Her hands slide down to your waist, tugging you against her as she shifts onto the couch, slotting herself between your legs with ease. The weight of her is familiar, grounding, and yet there’s a tension beneath it all—a hunger that wasn’t there this morning when she kissed you goodbye.

She’s tired, but it doesn’t matter. Not when you’re here, warm and soft beneath her, kissing her like you understand exactly what she needs.

Her fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You gasp when her lips leave yours, only for them to trail down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. It’s not just about need—it’s relief. You can feel it in the way her hands grip you, like she’s holding onto you just to remind herself she’s still here, still breathing, still something more than just a doctor drowning in endless work.

“Long day?” you whisper, teasing even as your own breath hitches.

She huffs a quiet laugh against your throat. “You have no idea.”

You smile, threading your fingers into her hair, letting her take whatever she needs. And Shoko—exhausted, aching, needing—is more than willing to take it. Shoko moves her head, only to rest her forehead against yours.

She exhales sharply against your lips. "God, I missed you," she mutters, voice hoarse.

You don’t get a chance to answer before she’s kissing you again, rougher this time, her hands sliding down your back, gripping at your waist like she’s anchoring herself to reality. The air is thick, buzzing with something electric. She tugs at the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting over your skin, a silent question hanging between you.

You nod.

Her lips curl into a lazy, knowing smirk against your mouth, but there’s nothing playful about the way her hands tighten around your shirt. In fact, it was something desperate.

With a hum, she leans down to pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down your neck again as her hands explore under your shirt, tracing random patterns on your waist and cupping your breasts. Then, with a quick lick to your throat, she leans back to quickly pull your shirt off, tossing it somewhere before reaching behind you and expertly unclasping your bra.

You giggle as Shoko impatiently pulls it off and takes a long, deep breath as she admires your exposed chest. She licks her lips, before attaching them on one of your tits, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud as her other hand played with the other, pinching just enough to make you squirm.

Her mouth was hot on your skin, making you moan and the heat in your stomach coil into something unbearable without her touch. Which was ironic, because you were supposed to be the one helping her relieve some stress. 

Biting back a moan, you tangle your fingers in shokos hair, “Shoko, mmph, shouldn't I be the one doing the- ah- work?” You gasped softly as Shoko released your nub with a pop! Saliva connecting the now slightly swollen bud and her mouth.

“Nah,” She tugged at your underwear, glancing at the growing wet spot between your legs with a hunger in her eyes.  “This is as pleasing to me as it is to you, baby.” She purred, lustful eyes staring you down shamelessly as a lazy smirk tugged at her lips.

She gave you a quick kiss, soft and unhurried as she slid her hand into your panties. You gasped, breaking away from the kiss as Shoko's fingers played with your clit, already soaking in your own juices. “Mm, so wet already, pretty girl?”

She didn't give you much time to answer before she knelt in between your legs, softly squeezing your thighs as she pushed them apart. She leaned into your clothed cunt, inhaling your scent before dragging her tongue across your slit. The wet spot on it growing darker by the second. You let out a moan, involuntarily bucking your hips up to meet her tongue, still licking up and down your covered pussy.

“Shokooo~” You whined, her name spilling out of your lips before you could think.

She pressed a kiss onto where your clit would be if your panties weren't in the way, making you twitch. “Yeah, yeah, I know baby, I know.” She cooed, eyes half-lidded as she looked up at you with a teasing smile.

She hooked a finger on the band of your underwear, pulling it down and watching as your slick left sticky lines in between you and your panties. She let out a low whistle before sliding the rest of it down and off of you, gently pushing your legs onto her shoulders before she shoved her face into your aching pussy.

You tangled your hands in Shoko's hair, pushing her further into you as she moaned in response. The action sent sparks straight to your core as Shoko started sucking and licking your clit, your juices mixing with her saliva.

Her mouth was hot, making your mind blank with how well she was eating you out. She'd occasionally lick down your slit, pushing against your aching hole while you continued to writhe under her tongue. It turned obscene, shlicking noises of your cunt and Shoko's mouth echoed on the walls, mixing beautifully with your moans.

Shoko would occasionally glance up at you, only to moan into your cunt and start doubling down on her efforts. This, Shoko thought, was the best form of stress relief she could ever get. Not cigarettes, not beer, you. You and your pussy was an addiction she was sure she could never live without, and by your breathless pants and mindless moaning, her tongue may be your vice, too.

You twitched under Shoko's tongue, moaning as your body involuntarily jerked into her face, the knot in your stomach tightening quickly. Shoko seems to notice it, humming approvingly as she sucked and licked at your bud harder to get you to your high. “Mm, yeah baby, mmph- just like that, ride my face.”

Her thumb traced circles on your clit as you continued to twitch against her, moans growing in pitch as you grew desperate for release. Her eyes couldnt seem to stop looking up at you as you came, sweet juices flooding her mouth as she eagerly lapped it all up, she barely registered the way your legs had locked around her head, your plush and perfect things squeezing her head further into your creaming cunt.

After a moment, you slouched back into the couch with a sigh, releasing your legs from around Shoko’s head. Her hair was a mess, not to mention her pretty face, covered in your juices still dripping down her chin as she licked her lips and looked up at you with a satisfied smile. “Gooood girl," She drawled, her tone and praise making you shiver. "you okay?”

You nodded, still a bit breathless from your previous orgasm.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, sweetie.”

Extra A.N. ough my pussy 😩Now I gotta post this before I accidentally add 600 words of scissoring ☺️

[mothmanavenue]

laughing ‘til our ribs get tough

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader + daddy kink

shoko smoking a cigarette while she's fucking you with her strap.. chuckling at the way you're drooling into the pillow,, she's got a knee on the bed while her other leg is propped up on the mattress, so she can reach even deeper, so she can fuck you even better. her free hand kneads the plush flesh of your ass, slapping it every once in a while just to hear you whimper her name. it's like music to her ears, she fucking loves it.

throwing her hair over her shoulder, she leans forward, her strap now slotted so deep inside you that you feel it in your throat. her tits press against your back and you arch up into her on instinct. she takes the cigarette from her lips and places it onto the ashtray right next to the bed, just so she can get closer to you.

her pace turns into a slower one, simply grinding her hips into yours as she kisses your sweaty temple. "does it feel good, hm?"

your grip on the sheet below you tightens, the flame in your stomach burning brighter at the sudden proximity. your mind is hazy, your thoughts all jumbled inside your head, so you give her a faint nod, hoping that'll be enough.

shoko's lips trace down the side of your face and your body moves all on its own, leaning into her touch like a cat in heat. you feel her smile against your skin. "c'mon, use your words, baby... tell daddy how you feel."

her voice is raspy, the coo trickling from her lips like sticky goo, trapping you under her indefinitely. you're burning all over; the rays of sun that peek from between the curtain cradle your faces, they illuminate the pleasure painted onto your expressions. shoko places another kiss right in the middle of a light patch right on the corner of your lips and it all feels unreal.

she presses you down further into the mattress, the sweat of your bodies mixing together as she continues rocking into you. the words get stuck in your throat and she laughs at your cute, fucked out expression.

the sound makes you want to take a peek at her and you regret the decision to do so immediately, because she's right there, staring down at you with low eyes, her lips swollen from all of the kisses you stole but a mere hour earlier. the makeout session escalalated fast – with you sat on her lap, nipping at her neck and her mouth hungrily, all while whining about her not paying enough attention to you, it was impossible for it not to go from one to a hundred. you asked for this. begged for it.

the marks on her neck are darker now and she looks fucking heavenly. her lipstick is smudged, a droplet of sweat dribbling down her forehead – there's a sick little grin glued to her lips, the kind that lets you know that she's so fucking far from being done with you, despite the numerous orgasms she's pulled from you already.

when you still can't muster up a single word, she slithers a hand into your hair and gives it a tug strong enough for you to raise your head from the bed. you hiss at the faint tinge of pain and she lets out another raspy laugh – she likes seeing you like this, she loves ruining you. with her mouth latched onto your jaw, you feel her wet and warm tongue draw shapes into your skin.

"aw, has daddy fucked you dumb already, baby?"

the coil in your stomach tightens at her words and you don't even try to hold back the filthy moan that spills from your sore throat. she gives your hair another tug and you know she expects a proper answer and that there will be consequences if you don't give her one. so you try to hold her gaze with everything you've got, tears brimming in your lashline from how much everything is starting to become.

"so– so good."

you sound pathetic and you know it. her grin widens.

"who's making you feel so good?"

"you are."

her lips brush over the shell of your ear.

"who is?"

she angles her hips, making the tip of her silicone cock hits the spongy spot inside you that makes your eyes go cross. "i– fuck."

her hot breath fans your face, her fingers still twisted around the strands of your hair as she waits for your answer.

"daddy is."

you bite down onto your lip at the pleased hum she gives you and let your heavy head fall back onto the pillow the second she lets go of your hair. she leans closer once more, pressing a sloppy, haste kiss to your lips before pushing herself into her original position while dragging her nails along your spine. with her thighs flush to yours, she reaches for her cigarette again; she doesn't rush it, she takes her time ashing it, reveling in the way you're trembling on her cock.

her lips wrap around the already stained stick as she stares at where you're connected, the mess of it all – her masterpiece.

"good girl."

[mmediocreman]

"how foolish..."

[irafook]

[son-flower]

lil comic on pb and immortality

[topazzoid]

Maybe I'll just place my hands over you

And close my eyes real tight

There's a light in your eyes

And you know, yeah, you know

Look on down from the bridge

I'm still waiting for you

[alt-toast]

Shoko deserves better 😭

[evillex11]

gojo's pictures ★✌️

I almost forgot to post this colored ver of my previous drawing + sashisu ^^

[naammiii]

SHOKO IEIRI FIC RECS // mdni!

we’re just friends! - @/classyrbf

slight edging - @/screampied

kawaii, hentai, boobies - @/cumironi

no rest for the wicked - @/reignpage

unfazed! - @/leahrintarou

rubbing pretty clits - @/screampied

work wife - @/luvgam3

boys suck and girls I’ve never tried - @/sonarspace

red wine supernova - @/mononijikayu

warming you up - @/oatmealwrites (multi)

frankenstein, the monster - @/madaqueue

leaked - @/ayyy-pee

on call - @/ayyy-pee

puff puff pass - @/chososcamgirl

slumber party - @/logoleptic-since-06

shower - @/lilacxquartz

baby sitter - @/fleurvi

headcanons - @/webism

so desperate for you - @/lilacxquartz

more headcanons :3 - @/lotties-ashwagandha

doctor ieiri, what’s the problem? - @/solaiced

drunk sex - @/husbandograveyard

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

[n0bluev]

SPOOKY BOOP 👻🎃

[delzinrowe]

incorrect jjk quotes [33/?]

[yaoiadderall]

nobara and megumi being lesbian/gay guy best friends is everything to me to be honest

(3/?)

[cattoru]

[thejessc0de]

shokohime <3 based on this twitter prompt:

[enkvyu]

9:45am — gojo satoru ;

gojo’s giving you one of those looks again, the type of look that is typically followed by nothing good. there seems to be almost no thoughts behind his sleepy eyes as he blatantly stares at you from across the table, and you subconsciously shift at the attention.

though you were drowsy too—checking your watch you realise it was only 9:45am—his gaze wakes you up.

you shove your chopstick in your mouth and around your food, you say, “well? spit it out.”

assuming you didn’t mean the rice in his mouth, gojo swallows and clears his throat. “i know something that might surprise you.”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

“here's the thing though, i can’t tell you.”

you stare at him. “why did you bring it up then?”

“you told me to spit it out.”

“well, that was useless.”

you direct your interest to the sushi in front of you and put a piece of sashimi in your mouth. a few silent seconds pass and gojo is still looking at you, and still very obviously holding something back.

eventually, your curiosity overflows. "gojo, just tell me what it is."

"i just told you i can't."

"why not? is it really bad? is it something serious? who is it about?"

gojo hums in thought. "it's about you. and it's about me."

you raise an eyebrow at his statement. "what the fuck? you have to tell me now."

gojo picks up the last piece of sushi from the plate you were sharing, and pops it in his mouth without another thought. you bristle at the sight. "what kind of person would tell the person the thing is about, the thing? also i'm taking the last piece of sushi."

"what are you on about? also you can't say you're taking the last piece after you've already eaten it! you didn't even give me the chance to scissors-paper-rock it!"

"my bad, i'll make up for it and pay for the food this time around. and i'm not telling you the thing no matter how much you beg me."

"gojo, you can't fool me i know for a fact you didn't bring your wallet today. so like always, it'll be on me. by the way, i'm not begging. i'm demanding you tell me."

"demand all you like, i'm not telling you anything." gojo sneers. "the sushi's already in my mouth, there's nothing you can do about it anymore."

you slam your hand on the table and level him with a stare. "spit it out!"

"i'm not telling you the thing! how many times do i have to say that?"

"i meant the sushi." when you don't laugh after, he realises you're serious. "i was eyeing that piece the entire time. don't you know you have to leave the best bite until the end so you can finish your meal perfectly. that was supposed to be my perfect bite!"

gojo looks at you and swallows. he reaches over for his drink and after a long sip, sighs happily. "well, it's already gone." he says with a shit-eating grin.

you swear passionately at him and he raises an eyebrow.

"did you want it that bad? if you want, i can still give you a taste."

you scrunch your nose at him. "that sounds absolutely disgusting."

"what? how?"

"you offered to regurgitate the sushi?"

he makes a face similar to yours. "no, i meant like, a kiss."

"oh." your grimace deepens.

"good oh or bad oh?"

"what do you think, oh."

he studies your face. "bad oh."

"correct." you take a sip from your drink and sigh, albeit a little unhappily. "i can't believe you dragged me here at nine in the morning just to steal my perfect bite of sushi."

"it's just sushi." gojo says. he looks over at you from above the frames of his glasses, noting the slight pout on your lips and the adorable furrow between your brows. without thinking, he clears his throat. "but because i like you, i'll order you another roll if you want."

you freeze. "what?"

"i'll replace your perfect bite."

"no, the part before that."

gojo smiles but there's something jittery about it. he fusses over his glasses and makes every move to avoid your eye. "that was the thing i wasn't supposed to tell you. i like you. but i guess you really are as demanding as you say since i told you anyway."

"oh." you say.

"was that a good oh, or a bad oh?"

"it's a 'i'm trying to think' oh." and then, after a pause. "oh."

he inhales sharply. "a double oh, that doesn't sound good."

you blink at him in the uncomfortable silence.

looking down, you observe the slides you had roughly put on before heading out at gojo's request to get sushi first thing in the morning. you look at the large shirt you had on, something gojo had left behind in your dorm after a sleepover, and the pyjama pants that you weren't even sure were yours. you look at him again, and he's in a similar outfit to yours. "you're telling me this now?"

"that's why i told you i couldn't tell you! why did you make me say it?"

"you're saying this like i knew what you would say!"

"you kept telling me to spit it out, spit it out, well i did and i still can't win."

"well you, well i actually, well," you clap your hands together. "actually i do like you too gojo, so—"

"you do?"

the two of you stare at each other.

you breathe out. "yeah."

"okay." gojo nods. "okay, that's good to know."

you fidget with your chopsticks, twirling it between your fingers. "what now?"

"i didn't think this far."

"oh."

"i'm going to," gojo clears his throat when it cracks. "i'm going to order more sushi. that's what you wanted, right?"

you look at him. "yeah."

when he leaves, you stare at the wall in front of you.

"so like, did you guys forget we're also here?"

shoko sips at her milkshake, blatantly staring. at least getou has the tact to pretend to be on his phone. still, it’s impossible to hide his interest and his eyes flicker over to you. “i’m never going to agree to another ‘let’s go get food’ again.”

you open your mouth to say something and shoko patiently waits. unfortunately, the right words do not come to you and you use the opportunity to bring your straw to your mouth and take a sip from your drink instead.

"isn't there something you should be saying to us?" shoko presses, gesturing over to the counter where gojo was ordering.

you glance over too and spot gojo looking over his shoulder at you. something sparks between the two of you and you tear your eyes away to look at shoko and getou again.

"yeah." you say. "we're getting more sushi."

not proofread, i just started typing w the dialogue “spit it out” and this came about