Entangled Desires
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Utahime Iori, Shoko Ieiri (Jujutsu Kaisen Hentai)
Plot: A steamy threesome unfolds as Gojo, Utahime, and Shoko explore their hidden desires, blurring the lines between friendship and passion.
Plot: A steamy threesome unfolds as Gojo, Utahime, and Shoko explore their hidden desires, blurring the lines between friendship and passion.
The night air hummed with a heady mix of sake and unspoken tension as Gojo Satoru, Utahime Iori, and Shoko Ieiri sprawled across Gojo’s plush apartment. What began as a casual post-mission celebration had spiraled into something electric. Empty bottles littered the table, and the dim lights bathed the room in a sultry glow. Gojo lounged on the couch, his white hair tousled, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he eyed the two women across from him.
“You know,” he purred, voice dripping with mischief, “I’ve always wondered what it’d take to get you two to let loose.” His piercing blue eyes flicked between Utahime and Shoko, catching the faint flush on their cheeks—alcohol or anticipation, he couldn’t tell.
Utahime huffed, arms crossed tightly over her chest, though her trembling fingers betrayed her. “You’re full of shit, Gojo, as usual.”
Shoko, cool and collected, sipped her drink, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “He’s got a point, though. We’ve been wound tight lately. Maybe it’s time we… relax.” Her words lingered, heavy with intent.
The air shifted, charged with possibility. Gojo’s grin widened, his gaze darkening. “Oh? Got any ideas, Shoko?”
She didn’t answer with words. Setting her glass down, she rose with deliberate grace and crossed to Utahime. Her fingers brushed Utahime’s cheek, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Maybe like this,” she murmured, leaning in to capture Utahime’s lips in a soft, searing kiss.
Utahime stiffened, breath hitching, but then she melted, hands gripping Shoko’s arms as their lips moved together. Gojo watched, heat pooling in his gut, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of them—Utahime’s shy surrender, Shoko’s quiet confidence.
When they parted, panting and flushed, Shoko turned to Gojo, eyes smoldering. “You joining, or just gonna watch?”
He was up in a flash, closing the distance in two strides. His hands framed Shoko’s face, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned, pressing her body against his, tongues clashing in a messy, desperate dance. Utahime stared, heart hammering, arousal warring with nerves.
Gojo broke away, turning to Utahime with a predatory glint. “Your turn,” he rasped, pulling her close. His lips crashed into hers, firm and insistent, coaxing a whimper from her throat as she clutched his shirt, giving in to the fire igniting between them.
Shoko’s hands roamed Gojo’s back, slipping under his shirt to trace the hard lines of muscle. She tugged at it, and he obliged, yanking it off and tossing it aside. Utahime’s eyes widened at his bare chest, hands tentative as she reached out to touch him—smooth skin over taut strength.
“Fair’s fair,” Gojo smirked, fingers hooking into Utahime’s top. He peeled it off slowly, revealing her inch by inch. She lifted her arms, letting it fall, and Shoko stepped behind her, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. It dropped, exposing Utahime’s full, perfect breasts, nipples pebbled with arousal.
Gojo groaned, leaning down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard. Utahime gasped, head tipping back as pleasure spiked through her. Shoko joined in, lips closing around the other nipple, and Utahime’s moans filled the room, her hands fisting in their hair as they teased her mercilessly.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, thighs clenching as wetness soaked her panties. The dual assault was too much, her pussy throbbing with need.
Gojo’s hands slid to her pants, tugging them down with her underwear in one swift move. She stood bare before them, trembling. Shoko stripped next, shedding her clothes until all three were naked, skin flushed and glistening.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” Gojo muttered, stroking his thick, aching cock as he drank them in. Shoko smiled, taking Utahime’s hand and leading her to the bedroom, Gojo trailing behind, eyes locked on their swaying hips.
On the bed, Shoko pushed Utahime down gently, climbing over her. Their lips met again, slow and sensual, bodies pressed tight—breasts rubbing, thighs tangling. Gojo watched, hand pumping his cock faster, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Shoko’s fingers dipped between Utahime’s legs, finding her dripping folds. “So fucking wet,” she whispered, circling Utahime’s clit. Utahime bucked, moaning into Shoko’s mouth, desperate for more.
“Please,” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Don’t stop.”
Gojo couldn’t hold back. He moved behind Shoko, hands gripping her hips, pulling her ass toward him. She arched, pussy glistening, and he growled at the sight. Lining up his cock, he teased her entrance. “Ready?”
“Fuck me, Gojo,” Shoko demanded, voice thick with lust.
He thrust in hard, burying himself deep. She cried out, fingers still working Utahime’s clit as Gojo fucked her, hips slamming against her ass. The room echoed with their sounds—Utahime’s whimpers, Shoko’s gasps, Gojo’s grunts as he pounded into her tight heat.
Utahime’s hands roamed Shoko’s body, pinching her nipples, driving her wild. “I’m close,” Shoko panted, walls fluttering around Gojo’s cock. “Keep going.”
“Come for me,” he snarled, thrusts growing erratic. With a sharp cry, Shoko shattered, pussy clenching as she came, dragging Gojo over the edge. He spilled inside her, groaning, but stayed hard, insatiable.
He pulled out, turning to Utahime, who watched with hungry eyes. “Your turn,” he said, voice rough. Shoko shifted aside, fingers lazily teasing herself as Gojo settled between Utahime’s thighs.
He kissed her fiercely, cock nudging her entrance before sliding in slow and deep. Utahime keened, nails raking his back as he stretched her. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, starting a steady rhythm.
Shoko leaned in, kissing Utahime passionately, tongues tangling as Gojo fucked her harder. The pleasure built fast—his cock, Shoko’s lips, the overwhelming heat of it all.
“I’m gonna come,” Utahime sobbed, body tensing. Shoko’s hand slipped down, rubbing her clit, and she broke, pussy squeezing Gojo as she came with a scream. He followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside her, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, breaths ragged. Gojo chuckled, breaking the silence. “Best way to unwind, huh?”
Utahime smirked despite herself. “You’re still an ass.”
Shoko snuggled closer, laughing softly. “We needed this.”
Wrapped together, the night had shifted everything—and they wouldn’t have it any other way.