#ieiri shoko x you

[gagaewo]

Talk n Yap | in-relationship

★ - Synopsis: They listen in on you talking to yourself, hehe

cl: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Ryomen Sukuna, Kong Shiu, Ieiri Shoko, Tsukumo Yuki.

cw: suggestive in some, be aware!

a/n: Mingyu SEVENTEEN mention where?!

!𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃!

[houndsclaw]

white rabbit

pairings: ieiri shoko/reader, minor past gojo satoru/getou suguru word count: 2857 rating: explicit warnings/tags: medical kink, extremely dubious consent, yandere!shoko. substance use/smoking, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, overstimulation, manipulation, mild/implied somnophilia. notes: this one goes out to @seoafin. unedited and unbeta-ed. That’s how Shoko likes you. Compliant, she says. Helpless, you think to yourself. read on ao3

Shoko keeps her stash of cigarettes well-hidden. It’s important to keep any smoking habits discreet at a high school, even one with a morgue in the budget. Later, as Shoko tells you: you should have known better.

At the time, you had thought to yourself: it's late. Shoko had still been hours from leaving work with you, still busy autopsying the last batch of transmogrified corpses from Satozakura to reveal what secrets they may have held in life for her in death. You had been bored. Worse than that, you had missed her. These days, whatever stolen seconds you can get with Shoko are precious. She’s responsible, dutiful, meticulous to a fault. The morgue might as well be a temple and her a monk. On the busiest days, you wander down to the morgue if only to catch a glimpse of her. More often than not, you're greeted with her hands deep in the pleural cavity of an ill-fated colleague.

Shoko keeps her bay of examination tables clean and ready as a rule, which is a feat in and of itself. The curses are only getting more powerful, and the stream of missions is relentless. Even the veterans have been coming back in multiple pieces, if there's anything left to recover at all. You’ve never seen this much traffic here in your years as a sorcerer. For your own part, you're in the field more often than not. That means you find yourself in Shoko's office on business more and more often these days, citing lacerations and hematomas and sprains. You watch the dark circles wax under her eyes as she erases damage with a spark of cursed energy and a smile for you alone. Shoko likes to be solely responsible for your medical care. Who’s better than me? she says.

There’s a better chance than not you'll be laid out on her table one of these days. It’s something that you two don’t talk about; it’s best to keep that type of curse tucked under the tongue.

Shoko’s old tray had been out on her desk with the last half of something hand-rolled and pungent. In high school, she would lay with her head in your lap before exams and smoke tobacco-heavy spliffs with Suguru until Satoru wrinkled his nose and complain even his infinity couldn’t mask the stink. Just bitter you get anxious, Shoko would tell him. You remember Suguru leaning close, letting smoke flow from his mouth to hers like a waterfall; watching Gojo’s ears go crimson until jealousy nipped him too hard and he stormed off. Suguru was a giggler when he was high; you and Shoko would get philosophical and touchy. Shoko would give you a lazy smile rendered only more beautiful upside-down from the vantage-point of your lap and offer up the spliff like a poorly-kept secret. The best nights were when it was just you and her. You would pass the spliff back and forth, fingers brushing more and more as you burnt it down to the filter. Those nights, you would hope the indirect kiss from her lipstick ring would transfer to your mouth.

Nostalgia is a bitch. It had been late, and you had been lonely. What had she expected, sitting you in her office with a perfunctory kiss to the cheek and nothing but your reports left to do?

The sensation hits like a bullet between the eyes. One minute you’re idly contemplating the report you have left to submit to Yaga. You hear yourself exhale like an echo, the last vestiges of ivory smoke curling out into the small office. Your lips tingle as if someone had just given you a thorough kiss. Heat pours from the top of your head to your toes. That’s where the trouble starts. The room spins around you in slow arcs, the shadows collecting at the corners of the room pulsing as though the lights were flickering. It's not just the smoke obscuring your vision. It feels like a domain expansion rolling out around you, something hungry with you in its claws. A cold weight settles in your chest at the unbidden thought. Had you carried something back with you from your mission?

When you step out of the office, Shoko is nowhere to be seen. A light is on overhead down the bay, haloing a long black bag, but there is no sign of the doctor herself. The morgue is freezing cold; stinks of lemon antiseptic and chemical cleaners. For a wild second, you think of pulling the zipper open, peeling the plastic away to see what pitiable thing took precedence--

You startle at the hand on your shoulder, your name rasped into your ear. Shoko’s breath smells like she’s been chewing gum, or maybe one of those menthol lozenges she keeps promising you she’ll try. As close as she is, her face is half-obscured with purple shadow. It must be that strange haze still swimming across your vision. The heat intensifies with no warning, pooling in your belly, throbbing between your thighs. She’s so pretty.

You lurch closer to Shoko, but she catches you around the shoulders. Her fingers are cold when they catch your chin, lifting your too-hot face up to inspect it. There’s something almost smug about her tone. “Did you smoke what was in my desk?”

“Uh-huh,” you tell her, leaning closer. Maybe she’ll give you a kiss. You can’t stop looking at the sly curve of her lips, the tiny mole underneath her heavy, dark eyes.

Her cold fingers slide over your hand, up your forearm, your shoulder. You can trace the bones with her: phalanges, carpals, metacarpals, ulna, olecranon, humerus. Lingering over the acromion before her nails scratch over your clavicle. It’s impossible to focus on anything except for her touch, a neural pathway going wrong in your brain. You shiver at her touch, almost-pleasant chills going up and down your spine in contrast to the fever. She doesn’t keep her nails long— hospital hygiene and personal preference keep them neatly clipped— but they’re painted a deep purple. She has beautiful hands.

“Now I’m sure the lightweight wants my help,” Shoko accuses, but there’s something fond about the pejorative coming from her. That’s how Shoko likes you. Compliant, she says. Helpless, you think to yourself. You really want her to kiss you.

“Shoko,” you sigh, slurring, already folding to the deceptive strength of her hands as she peers down into your face.

Her nails dig into you hard enough to make you gasp and lean back, but she follows you with a step into your space. “Ieiri-sensei,” she corrects, soft as a dream.

You know that when you look later, she will have left a touch of that deep purple color in your shoulder. She likes to leave artifacts of herself on you. The grey wend of her cigarette smoke in your apartment; a fine scarf knotted around your neck that smells of her perfume; her lipstick on your cheek, your coffee mugs, painting your lips when your own lipstick is smudged at a party. There’s nowhere you can go that doesn’t remind her of you.

“Ieiri-sensei,” you start again. She rewards you with a small smile at her title, a gentle brush of her chilled thumb over your thundering pulse, your hot chin. The world has collapsed away to her and you. Her morgue could be an izakaya, a cafe, a love hotel. “I feel hot.”

“Your pupils are dilated,” Shoko says instead, slow and thoughtful. “Maybe I should check you out.” Her hands are blessedly cool on your cheeks. You nod jerkily. Anything to keep her touching you.

The steel exam table is covered in pale lavender paper that does nothing to remove the chill when Shoko helps you up onto it. You’re dizzy. Every brush of her skin against yours sends static fizzing up your dorsal roots. None of the other tables have paper on them. You feel hazy, like someone stuffed your head full of gauze. The shadows from the stark overhead lights smudge. All you can focus on is the slight musk of her skin, the solid warmth of her standing between your legs as she snaps black nitrile gloves on and scrubs disinfectant over them. Even the sting of the rubbing alcohol in your nose does nothing to dispel the stupor you're in. The heat has settled in a blood-rhythm, pulse heavy between your thighs.

“Am I dying?”

Shoko’s laugh rasps. “Silly girl. No one’s died from smoking too much.”

Lung cancer, you would argue if your tongue would move in your overly dry mouth. Instead, you’re fixated on where her stethoscope is warming against your chest. Shoko tells you to breathe in for her, so you breathe in. Tells you to breathe out, so you exhale. Her cool fingers press at your radial pulse. Your breathing quickens the longer her touch lingers. You hope she doesn’t notice, too focused on your vital signs. When she leans over you to put her stethoscope down, her thigh presses between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a low gasp escaping from deep inside your chest. The pressure makes you clench around nothing, rock up against her leg like a creature in heat. The sensation is the cherry at the end of her cigarette; phantasmagorical relief cascades through your body at the solid press of her thigh against your aching cunt. Some dim part of you realizes what's happening, but you can't make yourself stop.

Very near and very far away, Shoko cocks her head. “So it’s like that, is it?”

Your face goes hot; your vision swims in mortification. Your hips jerk into her, desperate for any stimulation at all. “I,” you stammer out, struggling to find words. This is the pharmakos that you need.

In the half-light, you see Shoko’s smile curve like sutures. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

You need her help. You need her. The truth is so simple. Shoko’s hands pull at the waistband of your pants, and you clumsily arch your hips up to help her. The paper crinkles under your clumsy eagerness, but she doesn't seem to mind. The weight of her brown eyes is tangible. She instructs you to lay back, encourages you to shimmy your hips to the edge of the table. You’re so wet that you cringe away from her when you feel her gloved fingers peel your panties away from your slick skin.

“Stop that,” Shoko says sharply, even as she presses your knee back open with a gentle hand. “I can’t perform the examination with you wiggling around.”

You mumble an apology the best you can; do your best to stay still as she takes your panties off your ankles. Then, there you are, bare for her from the waist down. Shoko is silent, contemplating you. You try not to whimper, try to stay as still as you can. You’re sure she can see your clit twitching and swollen beneath its hood, your cunt squeezing and winking without any touch at all. If she as much as breathed on it you think you'd scream. You brace your arms better under your shaky knees. The thin paper crinkles loudly enough that you wince. 

“Could be a lust curse if I didn't know better,” Shoko says, although the words are clearly not directed to you. You fight a twitch as nitrile slips down the curve of your dripping labia. “Pulse elevated, respiration fast, febrile. I won’t even need lube.”

You feel your cheeks go hot again.

“You're always too curious for your own good. You did this to yourself.”

When you glance up at her, her eyes meet yours, darkness yawning open. The mole under her eye morphs into a bloody thumbprint. She could blow you away as though you were nothing more than a breath of smoke. One of her elegant fingers slides deep inside of your cunt with no warning. The cut of sensation is intense. You slam back into your too-hot body as though she’s summoned you there. Salt fills up your mouth and you squeeze your eyes shut, dispelling the crimson vision of her and her scalpel.

“Quiet,” Shoko reminds you, just in time for you to bite down the sound that threatens to escape your throat. There’s that smugness, again, subtle but unmistakable. It hasn’t ever felt like this before. You know your body well, and you usually need someone to touch your clit to make you cum. You can feel the mess between your thighs— worse, you can hear it, the slick sounds of your cunt clenching around that single, perfect finger. You can’t even look at Shoko. It’ll send you careening over the edge. It might already be too late.

“I’m s-sorry, Ieiri-sensei,” you gasp over the roaring in your ears, pinpoints of light wheeling behind your eyes as you shut them tighter. Her face fractures in your mind’s eye like you were looking through a kaleidoscope. You cum with nothing more than her finger inside of you, whimpering as you struggle to hold your legs up.

“Don’t apologize,” Shoko tells you, blood-warm, while colors still split behind your eyes. “I’m taking care of you, after all.”

She shifts her finger inside of you, sending the breath shuddering out of you; introduces the second with nothing more than your agonized whine. She presses right up against your G-spot, hooking the pads of her fingers against the ridge of tissue until you’re trembling open for her again. You’re bruising the outside of your thighs with your grip. Drool wets the corner of your slack mouth. “Please,” you gasp, not even sure what you’re asking for except that you need more to make the infernal fever stop. "It hurts."

Shoko hums. Finally, she rolls her slick gloved thumb against your aching clit, a slow pressure back and forth to match her fingers inside of you. Your head drops back on the exam table and sends the paper crinkling again, your voice stuck in your throat. Loose nerve endings light up like red phosphorus matchsticks. She has to have another finger inside of you from the stretch-- maybe two. She doesn't stop rubbing your clit. The pleasure keeps cresting, building until there's nothing but fire and the shape of Shoko's voice talking you through the fever. You could be there for two minutes or two hours. It feels like the edges of the world are wrapped up in gauze, impossible to focus with any sort of clarity, only stitched together by Shoko's tender mercies. She fucks you on her fingers until your legs come crashing down, arms too weak to support them. You know that it should hurt, that you should be trying to squirm away from her in overstimulation. There's something far more important than the signals your body is throwing at you: Shoko likes you compliant.

“Feels like you’ll let my entire fist in,” Shoko whispers into your ear, the hungriest creature you’ve ever let so close. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

The silent question etches itself behind your closed eyes: what would you let her do to you? The answer rushes to your tongue just as quickly.

“Anything—“

She leans down and spits where she has you split open. You haven’t really stopped cumming since she put her third finger inside of you, but your cunt makes another valiant spasm around her fingers. It’s unnecessary, the black latex soaked with your fluids, but finally, as the widest part of her hand slips into you, you drop into oblivion.

You’re still on the table when you wake up. Time has passed, but you're not sure how long; don't really care. The high is still buzzing through your body, but you don’t feel feverish anymore. Your pants are pulled up and buttoned, the space between your legs no longer a sticky mess. Shoko is carding her fingers through your hair, her warm breath puffing against your cheek. Her voice is low and tender. "That's better, isn't it?"

You still don't have a vocabulary, let alone syntax, so you make a sound of agreement. After another slow, syrupy moment, Shoko presses something to your lips. You take a sip of cold water, swishing the liquid around your dry mouth before swallowing gratefully. Shoko keeps caressing you, hungry little touches down your neck and cheek. You've lost the feeling in your toes, all pins and needles. You smell the faint sweetness of tobacco still wafting through the air. She must have just finished a cigarette.

“Why don’t you rest a while? I still have work to finish.”

Your eyelids are leaden. Your cheek touches the wrinkled paper, the steel of the table beneath it still cold to the touch, the stickiness of your spit. You float back to that quiet place, the edges of the world curling soft around you. In a different realm, Shoko is kissing the corner of your mouth, smoothing out your mussed hair.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a soft beep as the recorder starts. “October 1, 2018. 1:16 AM. The body is presented in a black body bag...”

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · under the influence

⤿ alcohol makes them become someone else, ooc you call it?

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, shoko and utahime.

[screampied]

vegas id give you the sloppiest head ever if you wrote scissoring w shoko 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

★ : rubbing pretty clits w shoko.

cw. fem! reader, wlw, scissoring, praise, spanks, nıpple play, overstim, petnames, mdni.

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.”

[ysaona]

I need them both so bad like bae pls AUGHWHSU.

[enkvyu]

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"

[ruanearin]

Doing the explosion prank on jjk characters

ft gojo, nanami, shoko, choso, yuki, toji !

(inspired by this tiktok video)

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[itachiiwrites]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇; 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔!

in which, it's the morning after of your first time together.

pairings: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, shoko, toji x reader (seperate)

Content and Warnings: female!reader, 18+, MDNI, fluff, suggestiveness, crack, cursing, dirty talk, smuttish..?, established relationships.

a/n: not feeling great after 270 guys :(. Also requests are open for SMAUs and Drabbles at the moment!

GOJO SATORU

GETO SUGURU

NANAMI KENTO

KAMO CHOSO

IEIRI SHOKO

FUSHIGURO TOJI

m.list! ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ♡︎ ˚⋅.

[brbgottagetkfc]

Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in

✦ nasty arguments with your jjk lover that escalates (pt. 2)

✦ conts. Nanami Kento, Shoko Ieiri . The aftermath.

Nanami K.

Shoko I.

Tagging: @sad-darksoul @museamour @artist1936 @boyimjustaloserforyourlove @aervera @higuchislut @shokosbunny @elitesanjisimp @domainexpansionmypants @struxkbylightning @sammywo @hachichann @soyalovestoyap @hearts444-olivia @thelostkira @poopooindamouf @paoll4

notes. phew, i'm so sorry it took me a while to get to this, and honestly i did struggle a bit with this one, but hey! we finally did it.

ps. i'm so sorry for not being to tag some of you, i don't know why but your profiles wouldn't show up :(

[nyxdrabbles]

JJK NSFW LINKS PART II

✩ PARINGS ; fem / afab ! reader x … suguru, shoko, hiromi, shiu, satoru … ( separate )

✩ WARNINGS ; SUGURU - face sitting , cunnilingus , body worshipping , car sex , cowgirl / riding , public sex , nipple play , boob worshipping , hair pulling , oral ( f / m ) , blowjob , threesome , anal , double penetration | SHOKO - dom!shoko , sub!reader , strap on , overstimulation , fingering , sex toys , cuckholding (?) , public sex , threesome , cunnilingus | HIROMI - sex toys , spanking , rough sex , fingering , threesome , spanking , cunnilingus , public sex | SHIU - pussy spanking , choking , rope bondage , rough fingering , cunnilingus , car sex , creampie (?) , shoe humping | SATORU - switch!gojo , switch!reader , cunnilingus , doggy style , creampie , missionary , hair pulling , bondage , sex toys , handjob , fingering , threesome , cuckholding (?) , blowjob, blindfolded, edging , face sitting , leash / collar

✩ NOTE ; these links only work if you’re logged into twitter ^^ check out part [ 1 ]

SUGURU ⸝⸝⸝

a passionate morning

his favorite part of the morning

drunk on your tight pussy

he’s obsessed with your tits as you ride him

inviting shoko over to share your bf

straddling his face while he guides your pretty cunt back and forth

focusing on nothing else but you

fucking you into oblivion after his game with satoru

he loves playing with your cunt til you’re all needy for his cock right after

suguru sending satoru videos of you sucking his cock so well — showing you off as something he’ll never get

eating your sweet cunt like you properly deserve

taking both your bf and his best friend

SHOKO ⸝⸝⸝

fucking you w her purple strap after making you beg for it all day

forcing your legs open as she plays w your pussy

letting suguru fuck her pretty gf while playing with your pretty clit underneath

playing in the bathroom of a bar

making out after a long day of work

rubbing your wet cunts together

drunkingly eating you out after a date night out

shoko needing to properly guide virgin!satoru how to fuck her gf properly

wearing similar lingerie sets w your gf while she eats you out and uses your vibrator on you

desperately fingering her and tugging her hand deeper into your wet cunt

fucking you hard on her strap

HIROMI ⸝⸝⸝

fingering you in the bathroom during his lunch break at work

teasing your wet cunt with a vibrator after tying you up for distracting him during a call from work

touching and spanking all over your pretty ass

you looked so pretty getting ready for date night — he couldn’t resit touching you

him and nanami taking you in a hotel after work

spanking your ass til its red for misbehaving while you wore his favorite lace panties on you

dressed up all for him

properly prepping you for his cock

desperately rutting up into his nose as he ate you out so well

he loves fingering his beautiful wife with his thick fingers

SHIU ⸝⸝⸝

his day off work

fucking you in the backseat of his car while waiting for toji to appear

fingering and spanking your pretty pussy as you’re tied up as a punishment

making you hump against the front of his shoe

cleaning you up so well with his tongue

he’s obsessed with cumming all over your pussy

spanking you all over w your ass plugged full with his cum

barely fucked you properly and you’re already falling apart on his cock

fucking your thin panties from behind

teasing him

SATORU ⸝⸝⸝

his favorite flavor

doing kickflips on your lower back while fucking you from behind

playing with his sensitive cock as he’s tied up and blindfolded, not allowing him to cum

sending suguru videos of you on his cock after a comic convention

fucking his cum back into you

desperately fucking you after catching you playing with yourself after a week of him being away on a mission

eating your pussy like he was drunk on your taste

putting you in your place

such a good boy

distracting him from watching the movie

fingering your tight cunt after work

satoru getting excited seeing you struggle getting suguru’s cock in your mouth

making a mess all over you

[slvttyplum]

shoko had a taste that just melted into your mouth with ease, slipped down into your throat, and had you yearning for more. you wanted her to lay that pussy on your mouth every day of the week and every second of the day.

just like you enjoyed eating her pussy from the front, back, and all angles you could fit her into, she also enjoyed eating yours, tasting you, and having your taste linger in her mouth until she got home from work that day.

spreading your legs out and going to work, she wanted to make it known that she enjoyed doing this to you all the time, and she proved it every single time when she was slowly running her tongue over your slit to your clit.

while she was eating you to the bone, making sure you were leaking into her mouth, her pussy was on your face while you slid your tongue in and out with ease. her fluids leaking onto your mouth and dribbling down your chin as your pussy did the same to hers; there were no words, just moaning and whimpering.

rolling her hips and slowly rolling her hips to get more pleasure, she could barely concentrate on what she was doing to you because you were making her feel so good. there were barely any thoughts in her mind, just trying not to cum.

you could hit all her spots, and she could hit all yours, knowing how to get her squealing and grabbing onto you for more, moaning and arching her back as she rubbed her hands over herself, her eyes closed but your face drifting in her mind, making her cum.

shoko loved the way you ate her pussy, loved how you would moan into her core because she tasted so good and was leaking onto your lips and onto the sheets. cupping your cheek as you did it and rubbing her thumb over you, the feeling of her hands on you gave you all the support you needed.

you just couldn't get enough, and that was the problem. she had you crazy for her pussy; that was all you ever wanted to do while she was in your presence. the taste that oozed out of her just had you addicted; it had you wanting to beg her for more; it had your heart beating out of your chest whenever she would ride your face.

moaning while she did it, saying the most nasty things that made you want to cum on the spot, bouncing lightly on top of you. she wanted to know how you learned to eat her up so well, but the truth was, when you really wanted something, you were going to try to get it no matter what, and that's what you did.

eating her out each time gave you the confidence you needed for her to cum on your face; her taste brought butterflies to your stomach and a waterfall to your pussy. it didn't help that she was sexy either; with a face like that, you didn't mind licking and sucking on her until your jaw got sore. this was a reward more than anything.

it would be an understatement to say that you wanted her, that you needed her badly, and that it would hurt you to miss out on one day of not having her on top of your face.

you were addicted to the taste that erupted inside your mouth every day, salivating at the sight of it, and finally got your desire once you had her on your face.

her pussy was like water to you; you needed to have it every day.

[arminsumi]

「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[fos-tis-zois]

jjk smau - "he just left u can come over now" prank with jjk!partner

♡incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, shoko

♡an: having a hard time thinking for content (i am not ignoring the requests just cant think good content for them) but would love some ideas, my inbox is open darlingss ;)

[sqtorux]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · accidental nudes

⤿ (pre-relationship) accidentally sending them nudes... good for you they're already head over heels for u huh?

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna and shoko.

[stsgluver]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 — gojo satoru

synopsis. the first years find old videos burned onto a dvd of you, satoru, shoko, and geto from 2005/6.

wc. 2.7k

tags. gojo x reader, you+shoko+gojo+geto being in the same year and besties, set in the present and past, fluff

next part / series masterlist

"is it recording?" asked one muffled but familiar voice. the screen was black, the camera covered by something or someone. the pitch was marginally higher than they were used to but yuji and nobara grinned at each other as they recognised the voice of their teacher.

"how can anyone see when you're holding it like that?" this one was more feminine and unfamiliar to the two - but not for megumi who smiled sadly at the laptop screen.

"give it to me idiots," this was another female voice. there was some more chattering in the background but the audio hadn’t been picked up over the rustling of the camera being passed around. then, for a moment, the screen goes completely white as it focused on the figure in front: shoko ieiri. 

she turned the camera around so it was looking at her three peers all wearing the same sheepish grins. "you hadn't even taken off the lens cover." 

“it was satoru’s fault,” the other female sorcerer accused the white haired boy next to her.

“no it wasn’t!” gojo whined, geto on the other side of him stifling a laugh at his childish mannerisms. he looked in disbelief that his best friend was not defending him, “why am i always the scapegoat?”

yuuji paused the video to point at the unknown girl, “who is that?”

megumi hesitated for a brief second before responding, “yn.”

“you knew her?” nobara raised a brow at her dark-haired friend. he was often stoic and kept to himself but they’d been together for several months now and even she could pick up on the uncomfortable change in his demeanour. 

megumi hummed, avoiding eye contact as he stared at the paused screen, “mhm.” you looked happy in the clip, always amused when it came to winding up gojo. he’d seen it with his own two eyes.

“did she leave jujutsu?” yuuji pondered aloud.

“something like that,” he swallowed thickly.

nobara gave megumi’s hand a light squeeze, but didn’t say anything. megumi had initially been against the idea of looking through the dvd to see their teacher’s teenage years at jujutsu high - this explained why.

yuuji, on the other hand, was oblivious to the interaction, more eager to see a young gojo (and nanami too, he hoped). he reached across nobara to unpause the video without another question.

"can we just do what we actually came out here to do?” geto asked in an exasperated tone, but he was clearly smiling as he spun gojo around so the two could go back to back. “who's taller, me or satoru?" the two had been arguing over the fact all morning so it had been shoko to suggest recording it so that there was actual evidence that neither could deny.

before either could stand fully straight against one another, you interrupted with no hesitation, "suguru." gojo’s eyes widened and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at his expression.

"you didn't even look properly!" he threw his hands out dramatically and you shrugged, dismissing his distress.

"didn't need to," you waved a finger up and down, “shorty.”

there was a brief second of back and forth between you and gojo, no actual words being said until his pout lifted into a mischievous smile. that had you spinning on your heel in a futile attempt to try and escape him but it took only three of his strides till he’s got you in his hold, fingers tickling your sides.

“can we go ten minutes without you two flirting?” shoko complained over your laughs from behind the camera, panning over to geto who was shaking his head with a similar look that she undoubtedly wore too.

yuuji’s eyes were blown wide when he paused it again, looking at megumi in disbelief (even nobara had to sneak a glance for an explanation because she’d never seen their teacher so physically close to anyone like that). “sensei had a girlfriend?” 

“sort of,” megumi shrugged.

“oh my-” yuuji begun to exclaim but megumi cut him off by placing a hand over his wide mouth.

“if you ask any more questions, i will turn it off.”

instantaneously, yuuji mimicked zipping his mouth, locking it and throwing the key away, settling back into his seat. the dark-haired teenager unpaused the video.

the clip comes back to life again, gojo with his arms wrapped around your centre as he ceases his tickling in full view. his sleeves are rolled up so it’s visible on camera where you had dug your nails into his skin trying to prise his hands from you (very unsuccessfully, might you add). “that was not flirting. this is flir- ow i just wanted a kiss.” 

the camera dropped as shoko laughed and the video ended several seconds later, the screen swapped back to one full of files and thumbnails. there had to be well over a hundred videos, maybe more, all ranging from a few seconds to even an hour for some. 

nobara scrolled down until she came across a clip with gojo as the thumbnail. this one, she decided.

the video buffered for a brief moment before beginning. this one was outside this time, somewhere on the grounds of the high school. gojo had forgone his uniform jacket once more and his glasses were perched on the edge of his nose as he slightly bent down to hear what was being said.

shoko was the one holding the camera again – as she often was – and the one asking questions, "what's your favourite thing about being a sorcerer?"

gojo pretended to deeply ponder the question, tapping his index finger against his chin thoughtfully. just as he went to answer the question, voices came from behind both of them: two other students began walking towards them from a path on the other side of the open field.

“is that yn and geto?” gojo asked to no one in particular. he held up a finger to shoko as his feet were naturally leading him in the direction of the two people he care for most, “one second.”

shoko panned back to herself, nose scrunched up and a cigarette between her lips. she looked like she was going to complain about gojo’s inability to stay focused on one task at a time when she too got distracted by her friends in the distance. 

"someone's in love," she sung as she spun around, pointing at you and gojo and then her mouth as she pretended to gag. gojo had already presumably checked in on geto and now his whole focus was on making sure you’d come back from the mission in one piece. in the footage he pressed one long kiss to your forehead, hugging you closely to his body. “i need to smoke.”

yuuji was practically squirming in his seat, itching to say something. one sharp look from nobara, however, and he thinks better of it. the orange-haired sorcerer went back to her scrolling, finding a short fifteen second clip that lasted only twenty seconds.

initially, the screen was dark once more as it was being readjusted and then a young male, no older than sixteen came into view with a wide smile. “i’m going to be japan’s strongest sorcerer one day!”

“yu!” you appeared behind him, passing him a soft drink bottle, “of course you are! best the world has ever seen.”

“after me,” geto, who was sat next to haibara, joked as he looked at his junior with a fondness that you shared. there were some more voices and haibara glancing between talking sorcerers but nothing overtly interesting in the final few seconds.

“i have no idea who that was,” megumi admitted, and yuuji nodded nonchalantly like his silence wasn’t killing him. even the dark-haired sorcerer couldn’t stop himself from being somewhat amused by his peer.

megumi was the one to scroll down this time. he was more methodical than nobara had been and looked at several thumbnails before deciding finally on one of you and gojo. he recognised the date underneath as a date gojo had scribbled on the back of a photo that he kept in his wallet.

you were holding the camera this time, pointing it at gojo who was staring up at the clear night sky. it was well past curfew and you were both going to be in for it when yaga found you but the conflict to come could not be felt in the serenity of the fireflies’ buzzing.

“look at how beautiful the stars are,” you said aloud, though you’re entire focus was on your boyfriend in front of you. he turned to agree (and probably tell you some random fact that he knew about one particular constellation) only to catch your sly smile and your heart-eyed stare.

there was a split second as his eyes darted between yours and the camera that he almost appeared… nervous? bashful? but he quickly recovered with an eye roll, “you’re literally blessed to even be in my presence.”

you panned the camera around to yourself where you stared at gojo with a raised eyebrow. “if you can’t handle my rizz just say so.” gojo snorted and you could only keep up the facade for another second before you were giggling too. 

he rolled closer to you so he could lay his head on your chest and you lifted the camera higher to make sure you both stayed within the frame.

“smile toru,” you poked his cheek lightly and pointed up. it was odd for his students to be watching this – to see their powerful sensei with his guard completely down, tired, and in love. gojo did as he was told, ocean blue eyes almost illuminating under the night’s shadow.

it was that moment that he had saved as a photo; gojo smiling up at the camera with his body covering yours whilst you look down with him with more love than he thought he could ever deserve.

“hey! i was watching that,” yuuji complained after megumi pressed escape, cutting the video short.

megumi sniffed lightly, but shrugged it off by giving yuuji a distraction, “you choose the next one.” this was sufficient enough to distract the minor disappointment and yuuji was quick to find one he liked.

“yn’s crying! i wonder what happened,” yuuji hurriedly clicked onto the video, invested in the life of a sorcerer he could never know.

“guess who broke up again,” shoko said in a sing-song tone as you glared at her. she was sat at her desk and you were on her bed, a mountain of used tissues behind you. your face was red and blotchy from tears and you clearly did not want to be recorded right then.

“it’s not funny,” you sniffled, “and it’s just a break.”

you mumbled the last part and shoko deadpanned to the camera, mockingly mouthing what you had just said. “still disrupting my beauty sleep by coming in my room and crying,” she turned in her chair towards you, “believe it or not i don’t just wake up looking this flawless.”

“ha ha,” you uttered sarcastically, “it’s not my fault i love him.”

“you’re seventeen,” shoko dragged out, “there’ll be other ones.”

you stopped your pity party for a brief second to look shoko dead in the eye, “have you seen his bank account? there will not be other ones.” you both broke out into laughter almost instantly, the healing sorcerer agreeing with your argument.

shoko pointed to the camera, “gojo satoru i hope you see this. your girl is a gold digger confirmed.”

the video then gets cut off once a pillow has been launched directly at shoko’s head.

“next one! next one! they have to get back together!” nobara insisted. megumi lets her play the next video, he didn’t tell her about what he knew — that he’d seen you and gojo in love and together well after the video. that you survived the tribulations that came with being a teenager and overcame more as sorcerers than the average couple should have to deal with.

“so it’s been…” shoko held up one finger, then two, then glanced to geto for help.

“three days and six hours,” he recounted, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“three days and six hours since gojo and yn called it quits and now here they are, making out at an official jujutsu event very not subtly,” shoko informed the camera, swapping the view so that it was in fact exposing your escapades at the formal event. it was nothing overtly raunchy, just gojo pressing you to a wall as he kissed your lips. still, there’s a time and a place.

“are you seriously recording this?” geto asked.

shoko spun the camera to him, “you want the camera on you?”

geto winked, adjusting his tie and leaning back on the bench as he manspread. “i look good right?” shoko shook the camera to say ‘no’ and he shrugged, pulling out a lighter for the cigarette he held between his lips. he lit his and then offered it to shoko.

just as she grabbed the lighter, a loud crash came from the direction that the two of you had been. somehow in the thirty seconds that she had been focused on geto, you two had stopped your kissing session, zenin naoyo had showed up and gojo was throwing punches with the zenin.

geto dropped his cigarette as he quickly raced to help out his best friend. shoko too followed after, running with the camera facing the fight as she called out, “the girls are fighting!”

“i bet sensei won,” yuuji smugly said as the video ended. 

nobara scoffed, taking back control of the laptop as she tried to find their next video, “obviously. he never loses – especially not to zenin naoya.” unable to make a decision with the hundreds to choose from, nobara closed her eyes, scrolled and clicked on a random video.

you and shoko were the two on screen, sat at a table seating on the train. 

“shopping haul!” you held up the bags excitedly and shoko hushed you, pointing to the seats across from you and mouthing ‘they’re sleeping’. you whispered an ‘oops’ and briefly showed a young nanami and haibara resting his head on his shoulder. 

quietly lifting up the three massive bags of shopping the two of you had between yourselves (a difficult task given the rustling of the paper), you began to lay out your items on the table. the both of you took it in turns, shoko showing off the new lighters and lipsticks she’d bought followed by you presenting several tops that you’d probably never get the chance to wear given the fact you were always in uniform.

“why are we stuck so far away when those two are just sleeping?” gojo rudely interrupted your little haul from where he and geto sat. shoko laughed, grabbing the camera to point at the two who were sat facing away two rows down. the train was pretty busy so they’d been lucky to grab the table. gojo and geto were left to fend for themselves.

gojo was peering down the isle, a pout on his lips whilst geto knelt on his chair and held his hands up pleadingly for… you two to kick your two sleeping juniors out of their peaceful seats so they can disturb your peace? there was no way that was happening.

“they’re not allowed on the adult table because they almost got us kicked out of the restaurant,” shoko explained with a tut and you oh-so-solemnly shook your head in disappointment.

the white haired sorcerer rested his head back against the chair, rubbing his brow in a frustrated manner, “the old lady started it.”

geto placed a hand on gojo’s shoulder, waving a middle finger to the camera with the other. “don’t waste your breath, satoru. they probably paid her to trip over your chair.”you and shoko glanced at each other with knowing grins before both of you started mimicking two people kissing with your hands, "mwah mwah mwah, and they're both boys."

a/n. will there be subsequent parts to this? yes most definitely. this is not proofread and very messy so if you made it the whole way ty and I hoped you enjoyed this <33333 this might be my most favourite thing to write so far

[screampied]

if u write wlw i’d love a shoko fic! gentle sex with aftercare :’)

❤︎ ໋𓈒 letting shoko go down on you for the first time.

warnings. fem! reader, cūnnilingus, praise, slight dirty talk, fingering, mdni.

“a….are you sure?” you’d mumble, your lips twisting into a needy pout as you lay flat on your back. the softness of your pillow brushes against your skin as your eyes flicker down at your girlfriend. “you promise you don’t mind?”

a smile curls onto her glossed lips. “. . honey, i’m very sure,” and you shudder once she plants a few soft gentle kisses towards the very crevices of your thighs. “i just wanna make sure that you feel good at the end of the day,” and her voice was as smooth as silk. you could listen to it all day if you could. she always treated you right, treated your body with care. so delicate with her fingers, they would strum down your legs as you let off a candied moan the minute she plants a kiss against your panties. she could smell your arousal, her dark eyes gleam once she stares back up at you, whispering a soft, “may i?”

“please,” you immensely reply, a tiny tremor in your voice and she found it so cute. she found you so cute. the way your eyes sparkle, she wanted to do nothing more than to take her sweet time with you. after all, you were her favorite girl.

“lie down then, cupcake,” she murmurs, her warm breath going against your skin—you whine, feeling her thumb strum against the outline of your panties. she’s so gentle with her touch, so precise. she’s right up between your thighs before she gives the middle part of your underwear a sweet kiss. “let me take care of you, let me take care of my pretty girl.”

relaxing, you breath in and out, in and out.

whilst you’re focusing on your irregular breathing patterns, staring at the drywall of the ceiling—you gasp once you feel her slide your panties to the side, gently inserting a single finger into you.

shoko grows substantially quiet, making you listen to the sounds of wet squelches of your cunt. so excited, so aroused. she could practically feel your heat radiate off of you.

“s-shoko, don’t tease me,” you whimper. her fingers were so slender— easily stretching inside of your walls.

your pussy accepted her digit openly, clamping down around it before she curls it even further inside of you. “fuck, f-fuck,” you gnaw at the bottom of your lip, already feeling your thighs start to tremble and ache. you wanted her, you wanted her mouth. you couldn’t wait, the build up, the pure anticipation was making you squirm even more in utter desperation. “please, p-pleaseee.”

“shh baby, i hear you,” she chuckles—even her laugh was so sweetly pleasant. her voice, you could cum from just alone at how smooth it was. shoko then dips another finger inside of your sopping wet cunt. the way you squeeze around her was so cute, she couldn’t exactly wait herself either. shoko then inches towards your cunt, slowly lolling out her pretty pink tongue before gifting your clit with a long stripe lick. “m-mhm.” she moans, just a single lick and she was addicted.

her tongue felt so warm against your clit, she still pistons her fingers inside of your entrance—yet this time, it’s a bit more faster.

you lean back, mouth opening and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning—each direct moan that gets wretched out from your throat reverberates across the entire room.

it doesn’t take long for her to find your clit.

in fact, it doesn’t take her long to locate your g-spot either.

“so sweet, so ready for me,” she whispers, warm breath aerating against your folds. her tongue— it lays itself flat and she starts to lick against your pussy again and again. “ahh,” she sticks out her tongue, already feeling her own pussy start to twitch underneath her skirt. shoko relaxes her facial expressions, savoring your taste once more before she slowly pulls out her fingers. “my my, you’re such a sloppy girl today.”

her words were so sweet, so honeyed, succulent..

your back leans against the cushioned mattress before you briefly bite down on your tongue. her fingers . . she pulls them out before moving closer towards your heat. she licks her own lewdly covered fingers clean before grabbing your chin softly. “taste yourself for me, baby.”

you moan, taking shoko’s fingers happily into your mouth. long digits of hers pry your jaw open, reaching way down until the tips of her two fingers brush way further back against your uvula. you almost gag, swirling your tongue against the taste. you savor the taste, shoko watches with amused eyes before hurriedly taking her fingers right back out. you cutely pout, your lips now smothered and smeared with a sheeny coat of your own glossed spit.

“so cute,” she mutters, bringing her attention back towards your cunt. shoko then rolls her tongue against your folds— taking in the syrupy slick that your pussy provides. “mhm,” and she uses both hands to spread your legs open just a bit further. she’s so into it too—you moan, having a literal staring contest with the beige colored ceiling as her tongue continues to roam inside of your entrance.

shoko proceeds to press sloppy kisses against your folds. her own gossamer having spit departs from her lips and you shudder from her touch. she’s so thorough, your back starts to arch the more she runs her tongue inside and outside of your clit. she laps it up a few times, only to spit directly on it.

“gonna make my baby just a liiittle more wet for me,” she whispers in a melodic tone, flickering her tongue against your swollen entrance. you’re whining out, so loud that she giggles once you create a cute attempt to grab onto her hair, using it as leverage. her long strands—usually she has it tied back but not this time. “pull it harder, cupcake. yeah, mhm. like that. just like that.”

you tug harder on her darkened strands before you feel shoko start to cup her mouth near the top part of your slit. once she starts to suck against your pussy, you’re an entire mess. her mouth mimics the movements of a vacuum, edging you closer and closer towards your sweetened climax.

“s—sho, shoko,” you mewl, her tongue sliding against your clitoral hood—so sensitive, each nerve that’s inside of your cunt pierces all throughout your body. it feels indescribable, she makes sure to have her tongue move in a circular rotation. side to side, up and down, various movements with just a few long languid licks. “close, ‘m gonna cum soon, shoko.”

“wait for me, baby,” she smooches against your cunt, her nose briefly rubbing against your slick entrance—you’re starting to slowly drag shoko’s face into you and she purrs a seductive purr. “ooooh. gettin’ impatient are we? you’re adorable.”

her sucking against your pussy only fastens more before she drags a single thumb down your slit again.

you coat her oh so well. she stares at the mess you give her before staring right into your eyes. a few strands of hair run down her face as she’s tending to her meal, warm breath brushing up against your folds just to have you quaver for the umpteenth time of today. it wasn’t anything you’ve ever felt before, shoko’s tongue—the entire feeling of it was simply unmatched. “gonna make a mess on my face, pretty?” and her voice was so soft—so tender, your legs fail to remain still as you’re just shaking within her gripping hold. she holds onto your thigh, another focusing on your pussy before you end up cumming a tad bit earlier than you originally intended.

it comes out in waves, high tense waves that leaves your legs shaking—you whine, feeling your neglected nipples perk and your ears burn up to a staggering rising temperature.

shoko giggles, the tip of her button nose still swiping against your cunt as she watches you fall into a state of pure bliss. “s-shoko,” you stammer over your words, her touch alone sending you to straight blissful convulsions. the suction she had against your pussy drags out such whines before she suddenly gets up.

with droopy glossy eyes and a hung open mouth, pants escaping entirely— shoko lifts up her skirt, shoving her panties to the side.

“you’re so perfect,” she whispers, and you moan once she aligns herself against your sensitive entrance. so wet, sopping wet— she sits her own cunt against yours, and you whine before you instinctively sprawl your legs open a bit more. she didn’t even have to say anything, you knew she wanted nothing more than to rub clits with you. “good girl, spread ‘m for me like that ‘n just lie back, okay? let me r handle everything from here, baby.”

“o—okay, shoko.” you gasp out in short breaths, feeling the own slick arousal of her pussy slide against you. she moans, leaning up close to your chest, starting to grind before she pulls you into a sloppy sultry-filled kiss.

immensely, you taste yourself all over her tongue. soft hands of hers grab onto the plushy mounds of flesh that stuck against your chest. you feel yourself still pulsating from your recent teeth-shattering release, a hand grips onto the fat of her ass and she lets off a cute squeal.

“mhm. good, spank me, cupcake,” and her voice lowers an octave before she licks a stripe near your neck. once she starts up a frantic rhythm, you spank shoko only before babbling out cute whimpers at the feeling of her wet pussy grind against your own sweet sensitive folds. “good girl,” she whispers, her own words starting to get a bit shaky as much as yours. dragging a thumb down your bottom lip, she stares right into your eyes before giggling at your dumb state. with droopy eyes, you lean in towards her for another kiss—yet instead of returning it, she murmurs soft breathy words against your mouth, sliding one of her fingers into your mouth to suck on again. “my good girl.”

with after care— after shoko would finish pleasing you with such tender care, she’d hold you right into her arms. a soft smile could be seen on her lips as she strokes your hair, leaning in to kiss the top of your forehead. “you’re so pretty like this,” she’d purr out, leaning against your chest before kissing near your tender skin. you inhale deeply, holding onto her hand before she giggles. “hm. how about we take a nice bath together, baby. i wanna spoil you a bit.”