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“Up waiting for Ieiri again, Iori?”
Utahime perked up, gaze floating over to Mei Mei standing in the hallway. She sat up and crossed her arms with a huff. “Of course I am. I don’t trust those frat parties, nor do I trust anyone with the name Gojo,” she grumbled.
Mei Mei chuckled. “If Ieiri is safe at any party, it’s a party hosted by anyone with that name you hate so much,” she commented. Her arms lifted to pull her braid up into a bun as she walked around to sit across from Utahime.
Utahime watched her for a moment. “How did you know I was here?”
“Well, you’re Ieiri’s girlfriend, and she went to a party. Plus, Yuki came back from her party and made some offhanded comment about your being here all the time. Something about the fact that you should just join if you’re gonna spend so much time doting on Ieiri.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. God forbid a girl care about her borderline alcoholic girlfriend, right? Utahime turned her gaze back to the door. “Sororities don’t interest me. I’m only here when I think she needs me here.”
Mei Mei smirked. “Or when she calls you here. Or if she’s studying. Or—”
“Jeez, okay, okay!” Utahime waved a hand. “I get it. I’m over here more than I want to admit. But my apartment is kinda far from here, so I just… visit her out of convenience,” she explained under her breath.
Instead of making another comment, Mei Mei just smiled. She stood up and waved. “Goodnight, Iori. Good luck with Ieiri tonight. Heard the party is raging right now, and Yuki said that there was an ‘overflowing ocean’ of alcohol.”
So Shoko was coming home wasted. Utahime pinched the bridge of her nose. Mei Mei walked by her, presumably heading to her bedroom. A door shut in the distance, leaving Utahime by herself in the fairly expansive living room of Shoko’s sorority.
She tied and untied her bow in her lap countless times while waiting for Shoko. Usually, Suguru would drag her to the house, and then Utahime would take over. Only on rare occasions did Shoko ever show up by herself wasted. But she could defend herself sober, drunk, and blindfolded. It’s part of what Utahime really liked about her: Shoko didn’t take shit from anyone.
A loud knock on the door made Utahime nearly leap out of her skin. She glanced toward the door and ran over, heels clicking beneath her. Utahime swung the door open to see Shoko with one arm around Suguru’s neck and a bottle in each hand.
Suguru had a very forced polite smile on his face. “One Shoko Ieiri, free of charge. Mind making her release her fucking chokehold on me?”
“R– Right, right!” Utahime rushed forward. She took Shoko’s other arm and draped it over her shoulders, then wrapped her arm around Shoko’s waist. Her voice lowered. “Shoko, you can let go of Geto now.”
“Yeah. Choke your girlfriend, not me,” Suguru grumbled.
Shoko eventually lifted her head as though it weighed as much as the world. Her gaze fixed onto Utahime. “You…” She paused to throw her head back and down the rest of one of her beers. “...look like my… girl…” she slurred.
Suguru just managed to pry her arm from around him with a grunt. “This is why I hate drinking with her,” he mumbled in frustration. When he finally removed Shoko from him, he turned away and waved. “Good luck, Utahime. You are stronger than I.”
Utahime half-waved to Suguru before turning her attention to Shoko. She dropped the empty bottle, causing it to shatter on the porch. Then Shoko hiccuped. Utahime sighed, her exhaustion mixing with a familiar fondness. She’d have to clean that up.
“Did you have fun, Shoko?” Utahime asked as she hauled Shoko through the front doors—careful to avoid the broken bottle for now.
Shoko hiccuped in response.
Utahime’s brows furrowed in concern. “My God, Shoko, how much did you drink?”
“Err…” Shoko looked over at her. “How’dya want me ta count it…?”
“In bottles, preferably.”
Shoko started to count on her fingers, then giggled. “Like… minimum… five. Maximum, seeeven? Eight?”
Utahime sighed, shaking her head. “No wonder you’re… like this. You’ve drunk too much.”
“Not enough,” Shoko corrected, words slurring as she leaned on Utahime. Utahime sighed and hoisted Shoko into her arms. Shoko shook around the bottle still in her hand. “My last one.”
Her ‘last one’ should’ve been hours ago, Utahime mentally grumbled. What the hell was Suguru doing to let Shoko drink this much? It’s not like it’s his job to babysit her, but Utahime half-assigned him the job so she wouldn’t have to interact with him.
It took about ten minutes for Utahime to get Shoko into the bathroom. She set her down on the floor against the bathtub and took her shoes off, then worked most of her clothes off due to the stench of alcohol. Utahime also wrestled the last bottle from her hand and poured out the contents.
Once she finished, Utahime wiped her brow. Working with a drunken Shoko could be a full time job. She stood up and offered her hand. “C’mon, Shoko, hand. We’re going to bed.”
Shoko grinned. “I get to sleep with you?” she mumbled.
Utahime’s face went red. “Y– Yes, Shoko. We’re going to be sleeping in the same bed. Now come on and grab my—oh, forget it. You barely recognized me by the time you got here.” She got down on her knees, then hoisted Shoko over her shoulder.
The walk from the bathroom to Shoko’s bedroom never took long. Those were the perks of Shoko having an actual title in the sorority. Utahime tossed Shoko on her bed, then stripped off her own clothes and changed into her sleeping clothes: a simple red nightgown.
She climbed into the bed with Shoko’s glossy eyes following her. Utahime glanced at Shoko. She paused as she pushed her legs under the covers. “...What’s up?” she asked.
Shoko hummed. “Nuuuthin’.”
Utahime laid down, resting her hand on Shoko’s cheek. Her thumb brushed the mole under her right eye. “You need to go to sleep. Whatever that dangerous alcohol brain of yours is thinking can happen tomorrow. Assuming you remember it.”
Shoko shut her eyes, melting at the touch. She let out a soft purr like a cat. Utahime looked away so she wouldn’t blush. She’s adorable when she’s drunk. She eventually took her hand off her face as Shoko settled with no intentions to move.
Darkness soaked the room as Utahime turned off Shoko’s lamp. She rested her head on her pillow.
“Utahimeee…” Shoko whispered into the dark. Utahime turned her head. “...I think Suguru got fucked at the party by—”
“Please don’t tell me about it, Shoko,” Utahime interrupted. She turned, her back facing her girlfriend. Much to Utahime’s dismay, she’d set a precedent of not cuddling drunk Shoko. Part of her hated it—the clingy part—and the reasonable side of her loved it. “Goodnight, Shoko.”
“Mmm…” Shoko scooted closer in bed. Then she sighed. “G’night…”
Shoko felt her head pounding before she felt anything else.
Her eyes fluttered open, gaze lazily lingering on the empty pillow next to her. The bed still smelt like Utahime, meaning she must’ve still been somewhere in the house. Shoko rested her hand on the indent her girlfriend left, stared, then groaned and burrowed her face into her own pillow.
The door to her room opened. Footsteps entered, then the door shut. Shoko didn’t move as Utahime sighed. “This makes how many times I’ve told you to not get wasted at parties?” she asked, voice frustrated but loving.
Shoko chuckled, muffled by the pillow. “Dunno. Lots?”
Utahime made her way to the bed. “Way more than lots. Can you sit up? I got you some water.”
After a moment, Shoko turned her head to face her girlfriend. Utahime had her hair completely down, and in her hands lay a tray of breakfast and a bottle of water. Her expression only held concern and love.
Shoko rolled onto her back and opened her mouth. Utahime laughed. “You want me to pour the water in your mouth?” She asked. Shoko nodded, and despite an eye roll, Utahime unscrewed the cap and poured the water into her mouth. A quick wave made her pull back and screw the cap back onto the water bottle.
The blinds, luckily, had been pulled shut, so the light in the room remained dim. Shoko watched Utahime set the tray down on the bed before turning away. “You’re lucky it’s a weekend. Otherwise, I’d have to be out of here by then.” Utahime returned briefly to prop the pillows up behind Shoko.
She chuckled. “I’m a very intelligent drinker. I think you underestimate how much I think before I grab the bottle, Utahime,” Shoko purred as she started to eat.
Utahime frowned. “I think you overestimate how much you think at all, Shoko.”
Shoko shrugged. She watched Utahime get ready for the day in the mirror, her own reflection just visible off to the side. Each brush stroke through her hair, each frustrated mumbling as Utahime struggled with finding her clothes. She watched, enraptured.
Contrary to popular belief of everyone around them, Shoko and Utahime had a great relationship. Shoko remained silent but observant, always keeping track of everything to do with her girlfriend. Utahime, despite hating Shoko’s two best friends, worked more or less the same, save for being a little more clingy than Shoko ever showed. It worked perfectly for the two of them, and that was what mattered.
The sunlight through the blinds hit Utahime’s just right as Shoko watched. Shoko paused, lowering the utensil in her hand. She looked angelic. She chewed and gulped down her food as a singular thought crowded her mind.
“You should sit on my face.”
Utahime sputtered, spinning around. “W– What?!” she shouted. “Shoko, wha—You’re still hung over! Don’t… don’t go saying stuff like that out of the blue!” she scolded.
Shoko pouted. “I don’t see the problem. It’s not like it’d be the first time—“
”Shoko!!” Utahime shouted. She groaned and turned away from her. Shoko noticed her ears were bright red. “Jeez…you have no sense of shame, do you?” She glared over her shoulder.
”What shame is there in good pussy?” Shoko asked. Utahime squeaked, turning away from her again. She laughed and crossed her arms. “I mean, isn’t it you who told me that eating specific foods can help with a hangover?”
Utahime huffed, hands moving to cover her face. “O– Obviously getting something in your system is ideal. You started drinking on a practically empty stomach,” she grumbled.
Shoko crossed her legs under the covers. “Exactly. So I’d just be getting you in my system. Is that so bad?” She hummed, running her hands through her hair.
Cogs turned in Utahime’s head. Shoko could practically see them, turning and turning with thought. Considering the positives of going with Shoko’s whims—pleasure—and the possible negatives, whatever those may be to someone as put together as Utahime.
She grinned as Utahime glanced over her shoulder. “…I can tell who you spent at least some time with at the party…” she grumbled under her breath.
Shoko tilted her head. “He’s a nuisance to you, but he’s got good points every now and then,” she stated.
More time passed before Utahime groaned. She faced Shoko, face still red as a tomato. Her finger lifted, shaky and pointed, before it dropped. Utahime stormed over to the side of the bed, staring at Shoko. “Lay down. On your back. And put the tray over there.”
”Yes ma’am.” Shoko moved accordingly, sliding onto her back and pushing the tray to the other side of her bed. She smirked over at Utahime, patiently waiting. Utahime glared, and Shoko sighed before shutting her eyes.
Utahime sighed. Shoko listened to the sounds of her girlfriend fidgeting awkwardly in place. Then she heard the sound of Utahime’s clothes rustling. Seconds later, something hit the ground, and the bed began to move.
The bed creaked as Shoko felt something hovering over her. She smirked and reached up, grabbing Utahime’s hips. “Don’t be shy, Utahime. Sit down,” she purred. “I won’t bite unless you want me to, y’know.”
A groan escaped Utahime. She lowered herself until she felt Shoko’s lips brush against her. Utahime moaned before grabbing the pillows. “...D– Don’t… bite…” she grumbled.
Shoko didn’t need to be told twice.
Her tongue lapped at Utahime’s slit, occasionally sucking on her sensitive skin and turning her head to bite her thighs. Shoko moved her hands to spread Utahime more open, pressing a kiss to her entrance once again. She hummed lowly and started to lick inside of her. “Mmm… fuck…” Shoko moaned.
Utahime dug her fingers into the pillow next to Shoko’s head. “S– Sho…ko…” she gasped. “Don’t… moan like that wh– while you’re… down there…”
Shoko pulled away a little bit. “Why not?”
“Because it’s… it kinda feels like a… a vibration…” she mumbled.
“I wouldn’t mind being your personal vibrator.”
Utahime scoffed. “What… whatever… do what you want, I guess.”
Shoko buried her mouth into Utahime’s warmth, lips finding her clit with ease. She grazed her teeth on the nub before suckling, the motion gentle. Utahime let go of the pillow to cover her mouth with her hand. It felt incredible, especially when she felt Shoko trying to get a reaction out of her via going harder on her.
Hands gripped her ass, kneading each cheek as she felt a tongue slipping into her slit. Utahime let out a gasp at the sensation, then gently kicked her side with her foot. “S– Shoko, I didn’t lock the… the door…” she panted.
Below her came a quiet hum. Shoko pulled away from her with a wet squelch and smirked. “And? I’m sure they know we have sex sometimes.” She slid a finger into her girlfriend to elicit another shocked gasp. “I could care less if they hear us.”
“They… they could come in at any minute!” Utahime argued. She shivered as Shoko curled her finger inside of her. Shoko could tell she was enjoying it solely based on how she tried grinding on her girlfriend’s hand. “They… might… see…” she whispered.
Shoko frowned. She pulled her finger out and sighed. “I don’t appreciate you talking so much about other women while I’m trying to pleasure you. So enough worrying about what they’re gonna do,” she hissed, “and sit on my face.”
Utahime, despite all her protesting, did not hesitate. She lowered herself again, a forcefully muffled noise escaping her as Shoko went harder than before. Sucking, licking, and even nibbling on everything and anything between Utahime’s thighs. A few low approving hums traveled through her, partially teasing her even more.
Her fingers started to join the party; one rubbed her clit while the other joined her tongue in working right near her slit. Utahime panted harder than before, fingers digging into Shoko’s hair as she pleasured her girlfriend with equal amounts of care and pure lust. She yanked her closer and groaned. “Shit… Sh– Shoko… oh God…” she moaned. Before Utahime realized it, she started grinding on her face and hand.
Chatter drifted in from outside the room. It sounded like Yuki and Mei Mei, but neither woman really focused on who exactly did what outside. All that mattered was the fact that Shoko had a flustered Utahime’s dripping cunt on her face, and she devoured her like there’d be no tomorrow. Meanwhile, her girlfriend above tried to stay quiet, but all the noises that slipped out were more than enough for Shoko.
The second hand Shoko had near Utahime’s slit slithered to her thigh. After a moment, it traveled up her torso until her fingers squeezed one of her breasts. Shoko smirked from below, hand navigating underneath Utahime’s clothes to the back of her bra. Her fingers undid the clasp with haste before going back to play with her breasts.
Shivers from above let Shoko know that the woman above seemed to be approaching her orgasm. Shoko pulled back suddenly and tilted her head, looking up at a confused Utahime. She frowned. “W– What’s the… the matter…?” she asked under her breath.
A pout formed on Shoko’s face. “Weren’t you treating my hangover? You said I need water.”
“Wa… Water…? Uh…” Utahime reached back—Shoko’s hands kept her in place over her body—and grabbed the bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and chuckled awkwardly. “This is a… very weird time to ask for water…” she mumbled.
Shoko laughed. “I’m not asking for just water.” She once again squeezed her breast.
Utahime stared at her. She shook her head. “I’m not following.”
She pointed at the water bottle. “I want to drink it from you, baby,” Shoko said. Utahime just stared, so Shoko sighed. “Pour the water down your body so I can drink it when it reaches your pussy.”
Her eyes went wide. Utahime nearly dropped the water bottle, but she managed to grab it with her other hand as she stared at her girlfriend. “You’re fucking joking.”
Shoko pouted. “C’mon, please? I’m thirsty, but I’m thirsty for you, too…” she whined.
Utahime scoffed, face red. She set the bottle on her nightstand. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.” She started to unbutton her blouse, opening it wide to reveal Shoko’s greedy hand holding onto one of her tits. Utahime shimmied out of it before scooting closer. “You’re banned from Gojo’s parties for a week.”
“Fine by me. Gives me more of a reason to eat you out or for us to fuck.” Shoko relaxed against the bed. “I’ve been wanting you more and more recently.”
Rolling her eyes, Utahime picked up the bottle of water and sat her throbbing mound back on Shoko’s mouth. She trembled as she brought the water to her stomach, and with a gulp of preparation, she started to pour it down her body. The cold sensation traveling down her body made her shiver, but Shoko’s approving laps at her pussy made it worth it.
Wet sounds filled the bedroom as Shoko drank up all the water she could from the water bottle while also pleasuring her woman. Her tongue, already drenched in Utahime’s arousal, incessantly focused on her clit. Which Shoko hadn’t noticed until she felt Utahime grinding against her, legs shaking harder than they were even before.
Her eyes stayed open as Utahime bit her lip. “Fuck, Shoko, I’m gonna…!” she cried out before yanking her face in between her legs, grinding and panting desperately. Shoko wrapped her arms around Utahime’s thighs with haste. Seeing her this loose never happened, and anytime she got to witness it? Oh, she treasured it.
The bottle dropped, spilling the rest of its contents onto the bed. Shoko could care less right now. Because above her, Utahime panted, staring down at her as her face reddened. Her eyes filled with concern. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Shoko, I didn’t mean to—AH!”
Shoko hoisted Utahime up, then slammed her onto her back. Her arms unhooked from her legs as she crawled up her body. “You’re so hot,” she whispered, lips meeting Utahime’s with a quickness that left her girlfriend a little stunned. “All wet from the water and from me, yet you’re as silent as can be, huh?” she mumbled.
A soft noise escaped Utahime. She briefly pushed Shoko back, smirking. “Not my fault you’re all over me, Ms. Hangover.”
“I’d argue it’s all your fault.” Shoko bit her lip, eyes darting to their bodies pressed against each other. Then she looked at the time. Realistically, the sorority girls wouldn’t be bothering her anytime soon. But she knew they both had things to do later today, so a full day together had to remain a distant dream. “I wanna make you squirt.”
Utahime let out an abrupt laugh. She smoothed Shoko’s hair down. “You should be lying down, you know. Plus…” She pushed her knee up until it pressed against Shoko’s panties. “You’re wet, and I’d feel bad being the only one orgasming today,” she purred.
Shoko wasted no time in shimmying out of her underwear, then unclipping her bra and tossing it aside. “We can do each other a favor, then…” she slid her hand between Utahime’s folds, fingers rubbing her entrance. “I fingerfuck you silly, and you make me come however you please.”
“Fine. But I want to see you enjoying yourself with me.” Utahime laid her hand down on the bed, fingers gesturing in a suggestive manner. Shoko’s eyes widened. “Deal, or—”
“Deal. Absolutely.” Shoko pushed two fingers into Utahime as she lowered herself onto the waiting hand. She shivered, then started to grind on her fingers while her own started to fuck into her girlfriend with all of her pent-up desire from last night to this morning. Utahime lifted her palm just right to tease Shoko’s clit, and Shoko couldn’t tell whether she wanted to fuck the woman in front of her harder or grind against her harder.
She smoothed back Utahime’s bangs and kissed her cheek, then started to thrust her fingers harder and faster. The squeezing around her digits made Shoko only go harder, even scissoring her fingers when she went knuckle-deep into her pussy. An unintended side effect happened to be Utahime’s fingers pressing against one of Shoko’s inner walls.
A laugh left Shoko’s lips. “Y– You’re… evil, you know that?” she whispered.
Utahime, who’d been moaning and shivering through the process, gave her a shaky smile. “Am… am I…? Just giving you a taste of your own medicine…” She turned her head to kiss Shoko deeply.
Leave it to Utahime to somehow still give herself a responsibility. Shoko ground harder on her fingers as she started to fuck her harder with her fingers. “Fuck, baby… I can’t wait to make… you squirt all over… my bed…” she purred, words slipping in between kisses. Utahime kissed her harder and squeezed her fingers tighter.
Bed creaking and wet noises filled the room with no care for what went on outside. Utahime kept her focus on feeling everything Shoko gave her and pleasuring Shoko just the same. Shoko, meanwhile, worked her fingers hard and fast enough inside of Utahime to bring her to a trembling state once again. She’d get her to squirt at whatever costs necessary.
Minutes passed before Utahime’s legs were shaking again, this time just a little differently than before. Shoko smirked. She could tell Utahime neared the edge with each passing second, and truth be told, Shoko didn’t know how much longer she’d last, either. “God, Utahime… I think I’m gonna come…”
“M– Me… too…” Utahime whimpered. She spread her legs further and used her free hand to rub her clit. “Keep… keep going… Shoko… please…” she panted.
Shoko didn’t need to be told twice, her fingers fucking knuckle-deep with each thrust as she watched Utahime touch herself. She licked her lips at the sight. “That’s right, baby, rub that cute clit… shit…” she murmured, grinding on Utahime’s other busy hand.
Without warning, Utahime cried out and arched her back as Shoko yanked her fingers out. She switched between slapping and rubbing her pussy as she squirted, soaking her fingers and the bed in her juices. Shoko, meanwhile, closed her thighs around Utahime’s hand as she came against it with a low groan.
When Utahime collapsed against the bed, Shoko collapsed on top of her with a low groan. They were both soaked in who-knew-what at this point—sweat, water, arousal, and Utahime’s squirt. Shoko turned her head and kissed her neck. “Babe… ‘m tired…” she grumbled.
Utahime smacked her shoulder. “Of course you’re tired. You woke up from a hangover and decided that sex would solve all your damn issues. And I bet your hangover is worse right now.”
Shoko pouted. She scooted closer and kissed her ear. “You’re so mean to me, babe. You should’ve been like, ‘aw, baby, my sweet little Shoko, let’s go to sleep and not do anything today!’ or something.”
“What we need to do is shower.” Utahime paused before Shoko felt her head turn away. “...Unfortunately, I can’t feel my legs right now,” she grumbled. Shoko could hear the eye roll.
“Then let’s sleep for now and shower later. Then you can leave and be a big responsible adult, and I can apologize to the girls around the noise. Even though, if I were them? I’d thank me for blessing their ears with something as beautiful as your moans.”
Utahime groaned. She shoved her head into the bedsheets. “Sleep, Shoko.”
“I love you, babe,” Shoko replied, voice muffled.
A kiss on the side of her head, along with the sensation of Utahime hugging and snuggling into her, made Shoko melt into the bed. “I love you too. Now go to sleep, ‘my sweet Shoko’ or… or whatever you wanted me to call you.”
She didn’t need to be told twice.