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Mar 11

Kitty Kat

Synopsis. Rate how drunk he gets between those Iegs of yours on a scale of 1 - 10?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK men, rating, manhandIing, cIawing, spítting, p talking, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, ridin, first times (Ino), deniaI, brát-taming (Geto), exhíbitionísm, rúts, aphrodísíacs, GOJO’S POWERS, improper use of jujutsu powers, pIot, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmpIay, making them BABBLE, marathons, slight bréeding, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hehehehe-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10

“Toji, have you ever gotten drunk on my pu—”

He’s choking on his water so hard that it sprays across half the bed- “What the—” Seriously, can’t a man enjoy a glass after absolutely stuffin’ his girl full? “What now, girlie?”

You sigh with a roll of your eyes, “I said-”

“I know what you said.” Toji scoffs. Stopping that mouth of yours with a roughened hand smushing your cheeks together. He cranes his head down to bore into your pretty eyes- pushing back the urge to spit between your pouty lips. “But ya know m’not the type to…tch, remind me again which one of us was screaming loud enough for the neighbors ta hear just give minutes ago-”

“That’s besides the point.” Batting away his hand. “I’m just saying you seem like the type to get reeeally, really drunk on it in bed. Like- into it.”

“Cheh, wanna bet?”

“…”

“Loser gets handcuffed to the bed.”

“I’m in.”

It’s in only a few fluid motions that you’re finding yourself laid flatly across Toji’s abs- still damp from your round prior. Still tense. Still needy. Toji didn’t even need to try to have you bending pliably to his whims.

But he makes such a big show of keeping his strong forearms beneath your knees. Hooked all tight n’ draaaaagging them upwards- the moment your pussy’s smeared all open, it’s letting out the most lecherous squelch!

“Fuuuull fuckin’ nelson, like this pussy deserves. My favorite.” Mostly for the view—Toji digs his chin into the crook of your neck. Leering at the puddle of gooey white, “Are ya sure you can handle such a bet, girlie? No shame in forfeiting n’ letting me fuck this pussy either way-”

“Oh? You want me to forfeit?” Turning your head over your shoulder- “Scared, Toji?”

He snickers, “M’not scared to tame a brat, doll.”

“Then stop talking and just fuh-fuuuuck—” As always, he’s hittin’ your pussy when you’re the weakest.

“Or to dumbify my girl-” Toji hums darkly to himself. “-in fact, I take pleasure in it.”

Making you choke on your words.

Making you drool- with your teeth grit, you’re attempting to bite out something else. But he’s only reeling his hips back n’ fucking into you even deeper.

Right as your mouth was drawn agape with another one of those snide remarks he found so cute- Toji swabs down your drivellin’ slit with his swollen tip. He was just flared so thick and reeeed—wiiiide like the way he was opening up your slutty pussy.

Your hole can’t help but let off with the biggest slurp! as you’re gulping down his heavy inches.

Mouth opening wide agape-

Splat! A small puddle of spittle is shot straight onto the middle of your tastebuds, and Toji reaches up to close your mouth with one hand. “Shut yer mouth, you’ll catch flies. Runnin’ it is the only thing ya know, huh?”

“You’ll catch these hands-”

“What was that?” Before he’s pumping out his unfair cock inside- the best (and perhaps the worst) part about being with Toji was that he memorized eeevery single spot n’ cranny inside you. And the globular part of his shaft is heading home to none other than your pretty, puckered g-spot—where Toji was splattering out a few wads of precum. “Couldn’t hear you over the sound of this pussy. What’s what about a bet? Wha’s that about gettin’ me pussydrunk?”

“You’re just- you’re—oh.” Breath being fucked right back into your chest with his rough, ragged thrusts. Rapid.

“Y-y-y-you’re just…” Toji mocks- canines nibblin’ on your left ear lobe. “Toji, baby, you’re just a meanie—! Why won’t you get pussydrunk f’me?”

“I did not say that.” Squirming restlessly backwards. The instant you’re trying to fuck your hips back into him, he’s squeezing them with his up. Churning that fat cock up, up, up—“And I don’t even sound like that-”

As you’re squelching your pussy up n’ down his shaft- Toji feels your velvety walls closing in on him. Clinging onto him like glue. Clenching. Those dewy pussylips of yours keep him hostage, and it makes a strange part of him shiver. “Y-yeah, yeah…”

And he gives his thanks to whomever’s above that you were fucked far too stupid right now to hear the warble in his tone.

But you were gyratin’ your hips even harder. Almost as if you were instinctively craving to make the muscular man beneath you shudder n’ stumble. “Too fucking cocky, Toji.”

“Got who’s cock in you right now?” He mutters, leaving your lips trembling at the sheer force of his thundering strikes. Something slightly dazed in his tone…“Yeah, s’what I thought.”

“That doesn’t- doesn’t even make sense—”

And it really does make sense, because Toji was fucking you senseless anyways. He always did- but having Toji pound his furious, fat cock into you when he just had been mere minutes ago?

It was just sinful how much cum was dribblin’ and droolin’ out of you. So many creamy wads being pushed inside your tight cunt - Toji himself couldn’t help but stop and stare at the coating of white that leaks down his shaft. It’s formulating such a pretty glaze that he’s bucking up and smearing it—his thoroughly hard cockhead opening you up with such fervour. “Look who’s pussydrunk now, huh?” He mutters, scorching hot against your skin. “Look who’s drunk on my- on me—-fuck, my pussy feels so good.”

“Toji, why are you t-talking like that—?” You’re asking agonizingly, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“The hell are you, mmm, talking…out…” He’s trailing off.

You try to perch yourself a little higher on his chiselled chest, and it ends up with your head rested against your boyfriend’s pecs. The perfect cushions. “Out? Toji what are you even…”

And then you gasp.

Your tight walls clench even tighter- and almost as if to confirm your suspicions, Toji’s scarred lips gloss over with drool. It was just leaking out of him. The type that was seen only when one had a deliciously sizzling meal before them and just can’t help the slick spittle—

Drunk.

Your words were breathless, “Toji you’re-”

“Mmm—” Toji merely nuzzles the side of your neck, breathing in your natural scent. He lets his sloppy thrusts probe away inside for a few more moments, before sticking his canines into your skin. “I mean- about. I meant about.”

“We’re past that.” You swerve down a few vicious bounces. “Toji-”

“Don’t say it-”

“-you’re pussydrunk.”

Grounding himself against your body to gain back his nerve - but it still wasn’t working. His mind was still in a tizzy every time he’d massage your cunt and you’d helplessly squeeze back.

And the only thing that Toji Fushiguro can do at this moment?

Why—fuck you with all his hardened, pussydrunken self until you cum, of course.

Thickened red tip scouring your g-spot then heading straight down to your womb- planting a good thwack! against that spongy layer. He fucks you as if he would genuinely go even deeper if your pretty pussy let him.

Again. And again.

And again and again and again until Toji’s hearing that familiar hitch in your breath-

And you’re suddenly wrenchin’ straight into a high that makes you squeal. Toes clenching. Tears doubling.

He’s holding you tight against his body and ramming you right through every peak. Such startling crashes of your high that are only prolonged by the massages of his cock, perfectly aligned with wherever you needed him the most. Toji presses your body against his own and fuck-fuck-fucks you roughly through even the tiniest tremors of your orgasm.

You honestly don’t think you’re even halfway through yours first one before you hear him rasp-

“S-so about the handcuffs…”

“Cheh- why did you convince me to do this again?”

The turn of a key. The click of a lock.

Leveling your boyfriend with a deadpan look. “Who convinced who again?” And as that smug look that you knew so well crosses Toji’s face, you raise the tiny pink key in your hand.

Wiggling it around tauntingly.

He finally relents, “I-I did…”

Mockingly cupping your ear, “Oh, what was that?”

“I did.” Toji repeats, louder this time. Just as quietly—“And just watch who gets that pretty womb pregnant as well-”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - YOU/10

With Nanami Kento, it was all about you.

All about your pleasure. All about making you feel good.

If anything—Nanami wouldn’t mind if he himself didn’t cum the entire night long, if only it meant that you would be dazed by the sheer amount of pleasure that he’d given you. It was his main joy.

Even better, if you were so drunk on the bliss that it left you stupid. And don’t get him wrong- your husband loved hearing you talk and titter and even tell him off. He liiived for that smart mouth of yours. But to have you babbling for him? To have you absolutely ruined by his thick, veiny cock?

Having you dumbified on his achin’ hot shaft?

It was his favorite part. Nanami himself didn’t need to be utterly gone to feel heaven wrapped ‘round your pussy.

Which is why when one night you’d come up to him…everything changes.

One night you’d waddled right up to that office room that was his own. Peaking out from the edge of the doorway, the soft fabric of your light pink lingerie cascading around you in a gown—Nanami’s ears perk up. He already knew from the swooshing sound what his lovely wife was getting up to.

“My love?” Nanami smiles without turning around to face you. Hands and eyes still concentrated on his work. “I shall be with you shortly. Is tonight a special occasion?”

“It doesn’t need to be an occasion, Kento.” You huff. Though you don’t fault him for thinking that way, because of the all-new set that hugged your body tight. “But it is a bit important…”

He places his pen on the desk, turning around. Kindly eyes honed on you- “Is something the matter, darling?”

“It’s just…” You start, twisting your finger in the strappy ribbons of your gown. “Kento, I think I’m ready.”

He pauses.

He jolts.

His breath stutters.

Words barely a whisper, “You think or-”

“I know.” This time with more of the conviction you were too embarrassed to share. “I know I’m ready.”

And that’s enough to make his cock start throbbing between his legs.

Because there can only ever be one meaning for those words: he was going to fuck you pregnant tonight. Tonight. Tonight.

Tonight.

In no time you were pressed against the floor of Nanami’s office space—yes, not even your shared bedroom. He had your thighs trembling on top of his shoulders, and your cunt spread wiiiide open for him to enter.

Too ravenous to even move rooms. Too impatient to push you into anything more comfortable.

Too fucking needy that he’s not spending his usual hooours n’ soft moments stretching you out before fucking you- Nanami shoves his fat tip between your legs and ruts. Hard. Rapid. Like he’s been taken over by a damn animal and he was just addicted to that cute way you’d struggled to take him fully into your cunt.

Not even poundin’ away with full thrusts, mere half-strokes that leave your back arching off of the floor. “Oh my—” Your voice cracks, a loud volume bouncing off the walls. “Kento- Kento.”

“My- my love.” And you were much too gone at the moment to register how botched his tone was. But it’s enough to make some primal part of you quiver, goosebumps raising across every inch of your skin. Including that pretty pussy of yours being slammed by his prominent v-line.

Nanami was fucking you through one orgasm, two, three.

And he might just be fucking you through several more- but you were so dizzy with all these filthy sensations that you wouldn’t even know. Didn’t have a clue. Couldn’t even compute anything but the thiiickness of his length, and the way his rotund tip would probe in and in and in—

“My love, I need to get you pregnant.”

Making your tongue sizzle with all the wads of saliva welling up at your throat. “Kento, h-how come you’re being so…”

He twitches at the sound of your voice- though you doubt that muddled mind of his fully registered what you were trying to say. “Yes, ma’am?”

Desperate? No…Eyes rolling to the very depths of your skull. Hips bucking up wildly at the pressing of his rotund tip, it scrapes every bit of your insides - and Nanami wasn’t even fully bottoming out. “So…” Feral? Yes, but not quite…And though he was fucking you like he hated you, your husband peers down at you with loving eyes. Waiting for your answer-

“Drunk—well.” It’s the best adjective that you could think of at that moment.

And by the way that Nanami’s glazed, gleaming eyes flash- you think that it might just be the perfect one. He leans in and catches your cute lower lip between his teeth. “Drunk? You think that m’drunk, darlin’?” Not even waiting for your answer—fucking your answer out of you with his striking hips. “I can assure you that I am- fuck, stone cold sober when m’fuckin’ you all full of my kid.”

He proves his point by leaning down and spittin’ straight between your lips.

Letting that goopy wad of saliva sliiiide down to your throat. Nanami tenderly wipes away the excess from the right side of your mouth, “See that?”

He asks, and you can only peer up in sultry confusion. Pupils turned into hearts.

“Fuck, what do you…”

“Taste that?” Your husband emphasizes- before veering his hips slightly behind. He plants yet another wad of saliva. This time splatterin’ between your pussylips and gluing them slightly together- “These lips too, my love- see. Stone cold sober.”

You keen, “I know that—” Voice taking on the most unsteady trill as you fuck up into him. Rather difficult considering the sloppy mating press he had you in, but he finds it so cute that you try anyway. “I’m just- just saying you seem drunk on my…” You feel silly even voicing the thought out loud, “-pussy.”

“Pussy?” He’s speaking the word like a prayer. Peripherals widened. Voice breathless.

One of his thick thumbs glides softly down your slit, ending up resting on your clit.

“You think I’m…pussydrunk, my love?”

And when you nod, he’s pinning down that adorable button. One to leave you whining and jolting up into his strong arms, “Yes- fuck, Kento.”

“You think I’m—pussydrunk—?” Repeating the question- more slurred this time. It’s as if the more he was roverin’ deep inside your pussy, the more he lost that familiar grip he had on himself. “Is that even possible?”

“I dunno I just- just read about it online.”

“Describe its symptoms.”

You gape, “Baby, it’s not a disease to have- ngh, symptoms like tha-”

This time, a pinch at your pretty clit. “Describe its symptoms.”

“I suppose—oh.” And you’re unsure whether this was just some new way to tease you- or whether Nanami was seriously so shattered on your cunt that it left him genuinely asking. Begging. “Slurring your words?”

Nanami’s tongue felt thick in his mouth. “But m’not—m’not…your pussy just feels shooo good, my wife. Can’t stop thinkin’ about putting my baby in here.”

You shiver. “And then- oh, nonsensical sentences?” Speaking over the textbook example of him babbling on and on and on- about how nicely he’s going to stuff you all full. How pretty your kid is gonna be, a mix of him and your gorgeous self. How welllll he’s gonna take of you both.

Somehow, the thought makes yet another orgasm simmer at the pit of your stomach. “And also heavy breathing? Muddled thinking? Feverish demenour?” You gasp- he slams into your poor, bruised g-spot. “Euphoria?”

How perfectly on time that you’re crashing into yours.

Right as the white-hot pleasure flows through your body- and you’re planting the fringes of your feet on the floor. Aaaaarching perfectly into him as Nanami pumps his thickened inches through every peak. Every spark. Every wave of bliss that leaves you shaking- “Pussydrunk.”

But it’s not coming out of you - it’s coming out of him.

“Pussydrunk—heh.” Nanami chuckles darkly to himself, a tone you’ve never heard before. He swirls n’ swirls his globular tip, the perfect rounded shape to press into your nerves. “Of course m’pussydrunk- why wouldn’t I be pussydrunk-”

And you’re realizing that he was emptying out a few more dollops of cream- his syrupy cum pouring into your deepest depths. Sploshin’ around—

Nanami takes one look at the seed leaking out of you- even more so once he places a hand on top of your stomach and presses doooooown.

“And what are the symptoms for…pregnant, darlin’?”

Did someone say nonsensical sentences? Muddled thinking? Because Nanami Kento was fully pussydrunk and he was still dangerously, lecherously coherent.

The only real evidence of it being that strange glaze over his eyes, and the carnal twitch of his lips-

You’re not making it out of this alive.

Just a few months later and you’re describing the same symptoms to your OB-GYN.

Nine months later to that night and you’re seeing the beautiful results of it.

♡ GETO SUGURU - 6/10

“One the count of three.” Geto Suguru’s smile stretched in such a feline way, enough to send quivers between your legs. Times like this, you really did understand why non-sorcerers were drawn from far and wide to your leader’s temple hideout.

Or…oops you weren’t supposed to let anyone know that it was a hideout.

The sole purpose of it in the first place was to be somewhere Geto could conduct whatever it is that is sinful and depraved where no one would expect. In the public eye itself, he didn’t care if they knew.

He cared if they did something about it.

And who was going to do anything about the fact that you were the favorite of the leader of the Time Vessel Association? The…special one.

Rarely were you sent out for missions that would cause you bodily harm- though it wasn’t for a lack of insisting on your part. Rather, Geto kept you around for times like this…

“Ready?” He tips the little bowl in his hand. It was shaped like a sake bowl, and yet fizzling with something much stronger.

The sweetest odor of honey and something poisonous wafted from both your bowls, and made your spine stand straight. Your mouth was parched. You reply, “Ready.”

“Sure?”

“Ready to see you pussydrunken is what…” Belatedly, you add. “-leader.”

He merely chuckles.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

The ceramic bowls tip.

For who was going to stop the leader of the Time Vessel Association from drinking aphrodisiac with his number one?

It’s a few minutes later when you start feeling a slight burn.

It’s about ten minutes later when you’re completely feverish.

It’s about fifteen- maybe less, later when you’re looking at Geto and thinking the same thing.

In less than half an hour itself, you’re being collapsed down onto all fours. With Geto’s hefty bodyweight pressing you down into the tatami, his dark yukata falling around you like a curtain. He has one hand bowing your spine into his front, and the other smearin’ your thighs apart so that he can shovel every inch of his furious cock from behind.

Round, reddened tip.

Stretching out your first entrance until you scream—and then proddin’ into every single sweet spot inside you as he’s pounding into you like a madman.

“Who’s pussydrunk now, huh?” Geto’s breathless whisper scorches hot against the shell of your ear. And the minute you feel him breezing away- the leader grabs onto your crown and draaaags you back against his rutting pelvis. “Who’s pussydrunk now- tell me. Who’s pussydrunk now?”

Voice growing higher n’ higher with every ruthless thrust. The longer you keep from answering, the harder he tugs on your scalp. “Y-”

“Don’t even answer that, you lying slut.”

Fuck—and you don’t know whether it was because of the aphrodisiac, but Geto was just being so mean.

Putting you in his place with the hard, honed swipes of his swollen cockhead. Pinning you to the patterned floor until you were sure the indentations could be seen on your skin tomorrow. Stopping you from running any time he smacked your g-spot too hard and you wanted a speck of mercy—

“Where’d you think yer fucking going?” Even the delicate way he’d speak had been compromised, and something sounded carnal at the back of his throat.

You tearily exclaim, “I-I wasn’t-”

“Claimed that your leader would be- hah, weak against this pussy—” But Geto Suguru wasn’t listening to a single word of your excuses. Didn’t you already know that he was a merciless leader? There was a reason that even those higher up in jujutsu society wouldn’t dare threaten sword nor word against him.

And it’s the last thought you have before the grip upon your sweaty crown grows almost searing- your body’s being manhandled back into his with ease. It’s like you were nothing but a ragdoll. Nothing but a cute lil’ plaything that he’s smackin’ with is ruddied, ravenous cockhead. Geto lets your head fall against his collarbone and he spits between your parted lips- “Claimed that your leader would be weak and you have the audacity to run?” He was burning up.

Hands twitching on the smooth floor. “I s-swear I wasn’t-”

“Did you seriously think you could run from me?”

“Oh, please—” It’s then that Geto’s cadence was growing almost unbearably blissful - he has a pattern of swirlin’ at your entrance a few times. Before then using all his might to puuuuush into the deepest spot of your womb. “Please please please-” As if just to make you shatter, he reaches beneath you with a free hand and pinches your perky clit. “Please, Suguru-”

“Suguru?” One of his high brows arch, sweat dripping in-between. “Have you- hah, forgotten that I’m your leader already, gorgeous? Have you become this cockdrunk already, huh? Huh?”

“Please, Suguru-”

“Leader.”

“My leader.” Because you knew just how much Geto looooved it when you called him that—and it was easy enough to see that it worked with the way that his blushin’ tip twitched deep inside you. Flinching almost animalistically. You gasp, “My leader, f-forgive me-”

And you swear that his thick erection only seemed to grow even thicker.

Harder.

Needier.

It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac anymore, he just seemed to be famished for your pussy either way.

Sultry amusement seeps into Geto’s tone, leaving you feeling as stiiicky as those spurts of precum he was fucking deep inside you. “Oh? Continue.”

Nodding fervently, “Forgive me. I-I didn’t mean to- ngh, underestimate you, my leader.”

“Good good—” He was nodding, too- you could feel it in the way those long locks of his brushed your arched spine. The panels of his jet-black hair quivering with every bounce back into his hips - you were just as greedy as him, you know? “And what else?”

Scrambling to assign the words into sentences. “A-and I should’ve known about your- fuck…your prowess. Your stamina. Your endurance.”

“Good- and what else?” It was only making him even bigger to have you feeding his ego like this- shit, just a little more and Geto Suguru was fit to burst.

“Ah—um.” You babble away, spittle falling out of you like a waterfall. “Your—fuck, your cock…”

Geto lewdly eyes the escape, and cranes his head down to lick off the spittle leaking out of your lips. “And what about who’s pussydrunk, gorgeous? Which one of us is pussydrunk? Which one of us is absolutely fucking gone?”

“Me.”

“Say it louder, the rest of the Association in the temple can’t mmm, hear.”

“Me-” Just so loud that your voice starts shattering in your throat - or maybe it’s just that you were simply that sensitive.

And Geto reels back with a content sigh, “Yes—” He whispers out breathlessly, the last thing you’re hearing before the sudden sluuuurp! of something hot and wet emptying out between your pussylips. “Yes, yes, yes—it’s you.” Trickling in more n’ more wads of clingy cum with each syllable, you find yourself pushed up the tatami even harder than ever. “You’re ruined on my cock-”

“Yes-” You whimper, “Sugu- my leader, m’so close.”

“Your leader, huh?” Shit, that word seemed to have more of an effect on him than he first thought. And Geto isn’t holding back any more with his sloppy scrape-scrape-scrape at the back of your pussy.

His body was half-collapsing on top of yours. His fingers frenzied on your clit. His hips stutterin’ and moving in nothing but pure animal neeeeed as he wrenches his cock across even the tiniest geysering orifices inside you. “I like that-” Slender fingers now pinching your knobbly clit. “I r-really like that.”

And it takes only a few more vulgar strokes before you’re cumming down his shaft.

It explodes through your veins like the most pleasurable flood, leaving your mind in such a tizzy.

Your eyes wrenching shut. Your pussy closin’ in tightly around his veiny shaft—

Geto bucks at the sensation and- “Sh-shit, I love you.”

And it finally hits you.

All this time…Geto Suguru already was pussydrunk.

“Perhaps we can end this debate once and for all.”

No one was to question the voice of the leader, ringing out strong and unwavering above the rest. Bold in his convictions, and even bolder still, at the fact that he had his cock rammed into you where everyone could see.

Upon the high stage where he conducted his speeches.

His chin hooked at your neck, his arms holding your legs apart.

Your robes were useless in covering even the barest parts of you- not when Geto had you up on his infamous platform, pressed into the most lecherous full nelson for all to see.

They bowed their heads low.

They had an option to leave- but who in the right mind would? Rows upon rows of all those adult men and women and everyone in-between who’d joined the Association for nothing but Geto himself- and now they were seeing the full brunt of his ruthlessness. Being shoved into you—inch by inch, with his blushin’ cockhead spearing into spots you weren’t even sure you had before him—

Geto watches as you squirm in embarrassment, his cock hittin’ your best spots a mile a minute. He hears the lewd squeeeelch! of his balls emptying out inside your womb again and asks-

“And do you believe your leader to be pussydrunk?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 100000/10

“Baby, does something smell sweet to you?”

“Hmmm?” Your boyfriend’s answering call echoes from the kitchen, accompanied by yet another gust of that strange syrupy fragrance. It cloyed to your senses, coated it in something candied, left your mind all muddled.

The smell of vanilla and sunny summer days: nothing like your perfumes.

You don’t know if you’ve ever smelled anything like it.

So lost in the scent, you have to blink a few times to bring yourself back into reality. Eyelids seemingly glazed in that heady smell.

Even then, lethargy clings onto you like an old friend. Like a lover.

You walk as if wading through an ocean to the kitchen. “Cho, did you buy those crêpes from the bakery downtown again? Something smells so swe—”

Your voice catches in your throat.

Because standing in the kitchen was none other than your beloved boyfriend- and he had bought those sweet, sweet crêpes from the bakery downtown. But the smell wasn’t wafting off of them—they weren’t wafting off of the crêpes at all.

Instead it was gusting out of…

Hands on the counter.

Shoulders hunched.

Chest panting.

Choso Kamo looked as though he was in the throes of a fever—all flushed down to the roots of his sweat-drenched hair. His eyes slightly glazed and unfocused. They drift around the room searching for the source of noise before locking in on you, frozen at the entrance to the kitchen.

And Choso Kamo jolts as if something in him had just been awakened.

Your half-curse boyfriend was in rut.

“P-please—” It wasn’t you that was begging - it was Choso.

His tone all botched with how many times he’d rung your name out tonight, his thighs all reddened with impact, his hips stuttering. He was shovelling his tip between your swollen pussylips at such a rapid pace- “Please.” Watching that pretty ruby-red curve disappear into your cunt n’ then back out, in and out, in and out—“Please take my cum…”

“But, Cho-” You’re somehow managing to hiccup out. You reach a hand up to him and he’s pushing his handsome face into your palm, almost like an overgrown puppy. “Choso, baby, that’s what you said the last round.”

Such a resounding smack! as he’s then hitting his pelvis between your legs. Teeth gritting at the way your cunt closes in on him, “O-oh? So did I already…”

“You did, baby.” Kindly. Your boyfriend was so pussydrunk that he can’t even seem to recall.

That heady scent in the room seems to simmer—and you swear the temperature blazes a few degrees higher. Choso’s pheromones going into overdrive-

All you have to do is place your hand on top of his for his entire body to jolt as though struck with a thousand volts of electricity. “B-baby?”

“See?” You tilt your head down gently, watching as those gooey ribbons of white trickle out of you and formulate the most lecherous ring ‘round his base.

Choso feels his own seed coating his shaft n’ all the way down to his heavy balls- lazily striking your outer pussy with a thwack! thwack! thwack! So much of it that he can’t even believe he’d stuffed it inside you. He can’t even believe that he’d cum before when he still wanted it so, so, so badly—“B-but did I really fill you up all the way till your pretty womb-”

“You did, Cho.”

“Oh…”

It was just too cute how forgetful he became when he was pussydrunk.

The only thing he could focus on being your pussy and how good she felt wrapped around his cock like this. The only thought he could compose.

His noise of realization hits you in a scorching gust, and you nod. “The round before this, remember?” But instead of answering, he’s swervin’ his thickened shaft between your pussylips even harder. “And the round before that…” Difficult to get out your words when Choso’s puckered tip seemed to be smoochin’ his way in-between each n’ every syllable—“And the round before that.” Again. And again. And again. “And the- hah, round before thaaaat. And the round before-”

“Ohhh, baby, I get it.” Choso’s pleadin’ down at you with a wobbly lower lip. Just too cute.

And by now he can’t even meet your eyes—can’t do anything.

Can’t think. Can’t breathe. “I get it, but…” Can’t help but plant his palms down upon each of your inner thighs n’ spread that cum-slicked pussy fuuuurther open. With the most lecherous squelches, he’s pumping his cock in short, quick thrusts. Head lightly throwing back at the feeling of his bright-red cockhead piercing your cervix. He’s looking away with the prettiest blush across his cheeks, “But can you just…mmm, a-again…”

“You want to cum inside me ag-”

“Don’t even say that.” Choso interrupts urgently, “S’gonna make me…cum again. But yes.”

“Mhm?”

“Please.”

Because when Choso Kamo entered your pussy—he got fucking addicted.

Even more so now with his rut rendering him extra, extra sensitive - and he could feel even the tiniest bumps n’ nudges inside your wettened walls. Pinpoint every bundle of nerves. It’s as if his bawling divot was a spotlight and his mission was to search for even the most tender of spots that’d leave you bucking into his arms.

So strong and pinning you down.

As he grazed his furious cock against your g-spot again. And again. And again—watching the heaps of cum sploshin’ out of you. Again and again—

You’re watching as Choso has to nibble down on his bottom lip to keep himself at least somewhat composed. And the sight of it is just too damn sexy- “Go ahead, Ch-”

You don’t even get to finish that cute nickname you had for him.

Because in a split-second, Choso Kamo’s bowing his muscular body into yours and pressing you down into the mattress with his weight. His hips are pinning you down so that you can’t move, so that you can’t squirm, so that you can’t buck as he’s opening your legs wiiiiide open n’ making you gulp down every single sloppy ounce of his cum.

It’s trickling into you at a ravenous pace- when you think his twitching cock has finally had enough and is about to stop…his balls clench and he’s pumping out yet another wad of slick seed.

Fucking it deep into you as though Choso couldn’t handle the sight of it - not a single drop it wasted.

“Baby-” He’s rasping between clenched teeth, limbs trembling like a flower. Choso pushes his face into the sweaty crook of your neck and you can feel his heady pheromones flood your senses. “Baby—oh, fuck.”

“Shit.” Clenching your molars. All it takes is being embraced in your arms for him to stutter his hips back and give a good thrust- one that has even more thick white cum being stuffed into your womb.

“Baby, baby, baby- you took it all…again.” Belatedly, he’s remembering that this wasn’t the first time that you’d been coated all over with his glossy seed. It covers your pussylips like the prettiest gloss- and he can’t help but reach down n’ swipe a thumb across them.

Making you shiver as Choso plugs that ready, cum-covered thumb into his mouth. “Mmm.” And it’s making his drunkenly sluggish hips start rutting up once more - greedily. He’s taking every inch inside you with his splashin’ slick, his swollen length. “Baby.” His mouth falls agape, and Choso’s gnawing and sinking his teeth into the column of your neck. Moans vibrating. “Baby, baby—fuck, baby.” Cock thrusting between each exclamation. “Baby.”

You’re wrapping your arms around his broad shoulder, “M’right here, Cho.”

And he’s flinching as though hearing your voice for the very first time- taking just one look at you before breaking out into a beaming smile. “Baby…” This time, it’s more of a breathless whisper. “You’re here.”

“I am.” He’s nuzzling you and you have to giggle.

“But, that’s not what I meant…”

One brow raises, “What do you mean then, Choso?”

“I meant—” Right hand trekking up your stomach to push down on where he was probin’ inwards. He could feel that cute lil’ bump of his knobbly shaft reaching in, and it makes him think of…other little bumps. “-baby.”

Choso stares deep into your eyes with his thoroughly drunken ones.

He pushes down on your stomach, your womb.

“Here.”

“Oh—” Your back arches suddenly off of the dampened mattress- whether because of your innocent boyfriend’s words, whether because of the feeling of his cum swirlin’ around you, whether because of the way he seems to harden all over again—you have no idea.

But it’s that last one that makes your heavy eyelids snap wide open. “Choso, you…” Your mouth gapes silently, and Choso starts humpin’ his needy hips forwards again. “Choso, are you using your blood manipulation technique?”

“What?” His feverishly hot tip twitches against your g-spot. And he looks down slightly breathlessly, “Oh…I am.”

Like he just realized.

And you have no time to wonder just how pussydrunk he must be to not realize, nor how many rounds he’d lasted like this. Because Choso’s as rock-hard as he was when you first encountered him in the kitchen, and all you can do is plant both feet on the bed and buck as though to save your sanity-

But Choso only clasps both hands upon either side of your waist and pulls you down with a rough thwack! Cock probing. Peripherals glazed. Pheromones peaking. He was thoroughly gone on your pussy with a voice octaves higher than usual-

“Don’t run, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Denial/10

“Speak, woman.”

It’s been long enough since you’ve married Ryomen Sukuna to know that his harsh words and harsher tone mean null when it comes to you - only to you. And though you’ve seen, with your own two eyes, what happens to those who defy and deify him—you have no fear in swatting his swole bicep.

Huffing at the way the man grumbles- “I just had the most intriguing conversation with Uraume today.” Because you knew that he was urging you to enunciate the words you’d been choking on all night long.

“Hm?” He raises one pinkish brow.

“They heard from a friend of a friend of a friend who had read it in some rather…scandalous literature, of a concept called ah—getting pussydrunk.” You look up at him for a reaction. “It’s when sometimes one’s lover is so drunk on the taste or feeling of one’s p-”

“I know that that is, woman.” Sukuna cuts you off in slight outrage, “Ya think I’m some blushing virgin or something? Because I remember fuckin’ that pussy of yours just last ni-”

“Anyways.” Embarrassment bubbles in your veins - conversations with the King of Curses always did end up with you being teased and toyed with to no end. Which is why this novel concept of pussydrunkness made you…“Uraume was asking—and don’t tell them I told you- but they were asking whether you’ve ever gotten pussydrunk.”

He scoffs, “And?”

“And…” You’re cocking your head up at him- were you dreaming or was that a slight dusting of crimson on his ears? “-have you?”

He does not answer.

“Have you?”

“Asking your King such questions- I should have you banished for treason…” He’s turning his eyes away with a grumble, his whole body on the bed—and you almost think you won’t be getting your answer at all tonight. “Fuckin’ ride me and find out.”

And you couldn’t deny a direct order from His Majesty, could you?

In less than a few minutes, you’ve transferred from being beside Sukuna to straining your thighs ‘round his monstrous hips. To having your legs interlocked over his waist, feeling the ridges and curves of each of his muscles. To having his dual tips swabbin’ inside, and his body fucking up into yours at such a frenzied pace-

“Fuh-fuck—!” Your tastebuds sizzle, tongue stuck to the roof of your tongue.

Every time that his rounded tips swabbed and prodded inwards, it made a sheen of saliva trickle down the front of your chin- and Sukuna wastes no time before reachin’ one thumb upwards and swiping it off.

Bringing that very same thumb down to the second mouth across his core- “Awww, what happened, mama?” He coos, something dangerous quivering in his tone. You’re watching with gaped eyes as his lavish cursed tongue flops out and slurps his own fingers. “Cock got your tongue?”

“Wh-what?” You’re snapping your gaze to him.

“Or should I say…cocks.” He’s chuckling to himself at his own filthy joke. As if to emphasize, pounding up those rotund cockheads all the way against the back of your pussy. You could almost feel the thorough bruising of what he was lashing out- “What happened ta gettin’ me pussydrunk, huh?”

You’re squealing, “Well that’s what I’m trying to do, but—” Breath hitching instantly as you’re gifted the sensation of something loooooong and slimy slipping between your legs. “-but you just make it so hard-”

His second tongue slaps between your pussylips—and both of his mouths snicker. “I am hard, huh?” Both cocks throb-throb-throbbing away inside of you. “Reeeeal fuckin’ hard.”

“Sh-shut it…”

“And yer the one that can’t seem to shut up.” He smiles meanly, both knees now bouncing up so that his hits drive even deeper. Harder. Faster. Pinpointing your sweetest spots with almost scary accuracy again and again and again—“Tried ta get me pussydrunk but- heh, who’s dumbified now, huh?”

“Shut- fuck.” Maybe if you were in any better state of mind then you’d have been embarrassed at the trilling squeaks that leave you.

The ridged lines of Sukuna’s veiny cocks glide-glide-gliiiiide against one another and against you. Sloppily squelching inwards and markin’ the patterns of their shafts along every inch of your walls. The sheer pleasure is so much that you almost can’t feel yourself breathe-

“What was thaaaat—?” Sukuna’s mean tone echoes out below you, his chuckles coming out in scorching hot puffs. “Can’t even breathe because m’making you feel too good?” Repeating what you’d subconsciously said—-fuck, you bristle with indignation. But either the sorcerer doesn’t realize or more likely- he doesn’t care.

His grin only spreads wider, “Awww, how cute. How needy. How…” That honed tongue of his starts easin’ the tip between your pussylips—“-stupid. My cockdrunk girl.”

“Y-you’re putting…that thing in, too?” You’re gasping at the way his textured tastebuds start slippin’ around your wet crevice. Gulping up whatever ounce of slick you leaked. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

“Any complaints?”

“No-”

“Ah ah-” Rudely interrupting you, Sukuna hunches his upper half closer and listens—his crimson gaze locked right between your legs. “M’asking her—”

Where his swollen cocks kept disappearing n’ reappearing at a rapid pace—running your outer folds raw, gulped down with heavy slurps.

And you can only wait until he’s nodding, satisfied with what he hears, Sukuna leans back against the gilded headboard. It creaks beneath his content weight, most of his power being put into pinning you against this pelvis. “Heh…she’s too dumbified to give me a proper answer, too.”

“Oh, you’re so…” You’re so embarrassed at the way he was toying with you- that you’re unsure how to even respond.

Unsure how to even think.

You’re only arching your hips and fucking back into his rough thrusts, tight bounces that let his flared cockhead stir around your insides. Around and around. “This isn’t even fair-” Gasping, you grab onto either side of his honed deltoids. Around and around. Now his tongue was joining in as well- just managing to fit his expanded tip in n’ fuck you with it. “I wanted to make you-” Around and—and it’s only then and there - boring into his hazy crimson eyes - that you get a sudden idea. “Kuna, baby?”

“Who the fuck are ya callin’ Kuna baby—?” Sukuna scoffs, but meets your gaze either way. And—bingo!

You swear the tips of his ears were blushed in the faintest rouge color.

And so you lean in with a dopey smile, lashing fluttering - just in the way you knew he liked. “Won’t you be pussydrunk-” Before he can cut you off with yet another sleazy remark. “-for me? Your Majesty?”

It just made you so shy saying that—fuck! But it works on the King of Curses either way.

And in a split-second, he’s anchoring both feet to the mattress and push-push-pushing. He’s scrunching his eyes up and trying not to give away a few tears. He’s snarling his pearly white canines and groaning—

“Yer fuckin’ evil, w-woman.”

And you open your mouth with something snappy to bite back- before the realization hits you.

“I made you stutter.” You’re laughing out breathlessly and no matter how hard he’s ruttin’ up into you doesn’t wipe away the smile from your face. Pressing your naked body even closer to his. “Kuna, I made you stutt-”

“I fuckin’ know.” He counters, “Came outta my own mouth, d-didn’t it?”

“And there it is again.” Swirling his twin tips deeper and harder into you, he’s mapping out your every tender spot. And the more you seem to squeeze your velvety walls around him- the more it seems to make the King’s façade break. “Don’t you know what that means?”

“No-”

“You’re pussydrunk, Kuna.”

He seethes, “You fuckin’ wish-”

“You’re pussydrunk.” Purposefully making him jolt with the bouncing of your hips - shivering, shaking, shuddering. “I succeeded.” Everything but what he’d admit. “Didn’t I, Your Majesty?”

Ryomen Sukuna does not respond.

And you do not expect him to - you’re only letting him fall back against the comfy mattress. Its entire frame taken up by his burly figure—so strong, and yet so ruined on the way you were riding him maddeningly.

“S’alright.” You hum, “I am the Queen, after all.”

And he can’t deny how his cock twitches at the words.

Uraume doesn’t get paid enough, they believe.

In fact—they don’t get paid at all.

And especially not to patrol these royal hallways after the sun has set. The King of Curses was always a stickler for security, not out of fear, but rather out of the inconvenience of wasting merely a fraction of his powers against lowly threats.

Which is why it was always Uraume’s job to scour the sprawling corridors of the estate last.

Meandering through hidden coves and hallways, into open gardens, sticking their heads into rooms both empty and filled with so many riches that they looked gilded. And it was around the last turn that they would walk past the bedroom of the King himself.

They’re stepping idly past the door, knowing at this time that it would be more than impolite to knock. After all, you were residing in there as well, and any commotion might—

And that’s when Uraume hears it.

The whimper.

Too low to be from you, too husky to be from anyone but Sukuna himself. It emanated from the minute cracks between the sliding doors and makes Urauma flinch as though they’d just been struck-

“Oh…” Their lips part. Suddenly being taken back to a conversation they’d had with you just the morning earlier. About being….

They shiver.

They really don’t get paid enough.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 11/10

“Wait it’s—”

“Shit.”

Both sets of your footsteps are loud and quavering like thunder, ringing out across the empty street. Not a single soul in attendance to the orchestra of noise. The gasps, the groans of disappointment. It surrounds the two of you even as you pause to catch your breath—and echoes like a clap of laughter.

Mocking.

Though, you suppose that you would have been much the same. Had you seen this scene in a TV show or a movie, then you’d have rolled your eyes at the sheer ridiculousness. After all, who the hell plans every bit and piece of your boyfriend’s first time and forgets the most important part of all?

Because everything had been laid out for tonight - the bedsheets, the towels, the timing. All meticulously noted and struck through in preparation. But it’s only once you’d ushered Ino into your apartment and started tuggin’ his pants down that you realized—“Fuck, the condoms.”

Cue a wild dash down to the nearby convenience store before it closed.

You’re sure you’ve formed a blister upon your feet in your haste to get here- and your heart sinks as you find it was all for naught because…

“Closed.” Ino squints at the too-happy sign turned on the door. It had a cutesy smile plastered across it, though you couldn’t find anything to smile about at this very moment.

Sensing your despair, Ino turns to you with a gentle smile. “It’s alright, sweetness- I’ve waited this long and I can wait just a day longer-”

“No.” You find yourself saying. It hits you then—“Actually…”

“Mhm?”

“Let’s go back to my place.”

“S’it really, really okay to go…” Ino gulps, his cute Adam’s apple bobbing at the action. He looked practically feverish with trepidation, a line of sweat trickling between his furrowed brows. “—raw for the first time, pretty?”

You’re staring up at your boyfriend with heady eyes. Ino looked gone already - fluttering lashes, blushing cheeks, his glazed tip slippin’ out a few more beads of precum. “Mhm.”

“But-” He squeaks, “B-but is it really oka-”

“Would you rather stop?” You cock your head innocently.

“No no no no no—” Ino’s voice cracks near the end of his sentence, and he finds himself urging his naked hips towards yours. There was a strange desperation in it - almost animalistic - and he’s babbling away stupidly. “No, I’d rather- fuck, I’d rather die than stop—but that’s only if you want to continue as well, sweetness, and I would be more than happy to-”

“Taku, baby?”

Ino shuts his mouth with a click! He’s unsure whether he’s cutting himself off because of that sweet, sweet interjection of your voice - or because of the way you’re looping your arms around his neck. Pulling him in until your lips were only a breath’s distance apart. “Y-yes, ma’am?”

Something in the way he trembles out that formal nickname makes your cunt twitch. Oh…“Just shut up and fuck me?”

And in this position—in this delicate, delicate mating press that Ino has you pressed in - he’s swabbing his fat cockhead between those puffy lips of yours. Just teasing that fatness of his girth along that line a few times, before steadying his hips and rutting just in-

“Sh-shiiiit…” A slight line of saliva treks down the edge of his mouth, and his eyes widen at the sensation. He snaps his head down to where your cunt was gulping him up in sultry clenches, “Shit, it’s going in—”

“Mhm…hck.” You swallow.

“Shit, sweetness, it’s going in- it’s going in.” He was almost slurring by this point. The curve of his tip had been smearin’ aside the muscles of your entrance, and Ino was just the perfect size to stretch you out but still manage to siiiink inside. “It’s going in.” Gasping and sputtering. “I-I can’t believe it—oh.”

He was shaking.

Shivering.

You notice that the instant he’s feeling that soft, slippery entrance to your pussy- Ino’s dark pupils cross. His tongue struggles not to loll out of his mouth.

And just then you’re hit with a sudden smooch of his rounded tip. Globular at the end so he can press apart your tight walls and reach towards the very back, thick. Throbbing. You almost want to squeal as he’s indenting that spongy end of your cervix and-

“Pretty, so this is what a p-pussy feels like…”

There’s an almost airy quality to Ino’s words - botched. Broken. “Mhmm?”

“Pretty, this is what you feel like—” He’s repeating. And it’s as though the mere thought itself is enough to make him throw his head back with a whimper. Hips stuttering in a slow, steady fucking.

At least…that’s what he was trying to do.

But instead each stroke inside was more vulgar than the last- harder. Messier. Ino’s precum splattering out of him at a dizzying rate. Was it normal to be this…loud n’ lecherous? You didn’t know the answer and you don’t have the time to think - because you’re swerving your hips up n’ about. In a few rhythmic circles that allow his flared mushroom tip to probe into even your tiniest orifices. “And d’you like it, Taku?”

“L-like it?” Stammering. Ino’s molten eyes were wide open, staring at you but he didn’t even seem to see. You almost had half the mind to be concerned - “You’re asking me if I like it, sweetness?”

“Well—oh.”

And Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to allow you to talk to your heart’s content. Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to drink in every word you told him and actually remember. Ino Takuma was the type of boyfriend to never even breathe too loud for fear of interrupting you.

But here he was: reeling his slender hips back and giving your womb an eager bash of his rugged cockhead. Shutting you up instantly.

It was entering into the deepest spots possible - one you didn’t even know were there.

He didn’t just ‘like it’- oh, he was fucking addicted to the squeeze of your pussy n’ was pinning you down to feel it again. And again. And again and again—

“Oh.” Ino gruffs out, pretty eyes clenching shut. Honestly, you swear you could see a few tears decorate his long lashes- “Like it? I fucking love you.”

You gasp, “Did you just…?”

Dazed eyes shuttering open. “What?”

“Taku, you just…” You almost couldn’t believe that the words were falling from your own mouth - let alone that of Ino’s. “You just dropped the L bomb, baby. For the first time ever. Right now.”

“Oh.” His lips part, breath intaken. “Oh.‘

“Wait- you seriously didn’t realize?”

“No—”

Tone absolutely shattered—just like he was. And he sounded dead-serious, almost distraught. His tongue tied and his voice curdling thickly at the back of his throat, Ino’s breath hitches with every single swipe he was poundin’ into the back of your pussy. “Pretty…” Your boyfriend whispers out in near-agony as he drags his tongue down the column of your neck. “Pretty, what’s h-happening to me?”

“Taku, I think you’re…” You breathe, the realization hitting right along with how sexy his stumbling words sounded. Each melting into one. “-I think you’re pussydrunk.”

He jolts, “P-pussydrunk?”

And you nod, making sense of that absolutely ruined demeanour. “Pussydrunk.”

“Oh.” Your boyfriend’s sweaty head falls into the crook of your neck, and you swear you feel him slip out a few salty tears- “So that’s what it is.” Before something thick and cloying webs up your insides.

You don’t have to see the puddle of white starting to froth onto the sheets below to know that Ino’s poor, ravaged cock had burst into his high - not knowing, not even in control. He feels the seeping wetness grow twofold between your legs, and gasps at the murky white that leaks out of your pretty hole. Glossed all over until it looked like such a syrupy glaze.

Sweet.

“Sweetness, shit-” Ino’s slender fingers twitch downwards as though to scoop it out. Not that it would be of much use when his bawling divot was still cumming- pouring out so many miry ribbons of slick that enter your womb- “Shit shit shit shit shit-”

He starts to reel his hips back, but you lock your ankles around his waist. “Nuh-uh.”

Head snapping up to meet your gaze, “Sweetness, don’t you know that I’ve-”

“I do know.” You’re answering, a coy smile on your lips. His warm cum was splashin’ around your insides and taking over every small nook n’ cranny—filling you up so much that you could feel it threatening to leak out past Ino’s thick hilt. “And I want more, baby.”

He’s being tugged even closer against you, pelvic bones scrapin’ the inner parts of your thighs. And his ruby-red tip twitches- “Pretty, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Love you, too.”

The next day, you’re stepping through the doors of the convenience store the very moment its sign flips to open.

“Why, my first customers of the day.” The elderly lady that often manned the cashier coos at the two of you. She was a woman rather proud of her store - it had everything one needed. The snacks. The hardware. The hygiene products. And what a good omen it was to see the faces of such a lovely young couple first thing in the morning!

She leans over the counter and beams as you two reciprocate a greeting. “You’re certainly eager to meet me here at the register, aren’t you?’

You somewhat slow down your movements, “Ah…you could say that.”

“We’ve been searching for this since yesterday.” Ino (attempts) to helpfully add.

But when the look on her face turns thoughtful, you already knew where this was about to head. “Oh, is that so? What is it that you need, my dears? Perhaps I can help you…”

“I-it’s really alright-”

“No, I insist.”

“No no, it’s really-”

“I insist—” And with that she’s rounding the counter and seeing just what aisle the two of you had been standing in. Namely the fact that it hosted an array of multi-colored boxes advertising all sorts of flavors and…feelings.

The condom aisle blushed as bright as Ino Takuma’s face.

“Oh.”

She might open a little later tomorrow morning.

♡ GOJO SATORU - ∞/10

“Sweetheart, did you know that m’the strongest?”

Putting down the nth meeting report you’d been handed since this morning, you look up at your boyfriend with slightly furrowed brows. “Yes, Satoru? Are you done with that report Yaga told you to do?”

Unlike you who was just swamped in jujutsu documents, Gojo Satoru was—also swamped in documents. But the difference between the two of you was that he wasn’t doing anything about them. Instead, you squint your eyes at what seems to be horrific attempts at creating origami dicks out of a few meeting papers that Yaga had told you were…particularly important.

Gojo throws one of his futile attempts in the air and catches it with his powers. “But you know how m’like- The Strongest?”

“…Yes?” Narrowing your gaze at the white-haired man, you try to discern any visible symptoms of an oncoming fever. Certainly not brought on from working too hard- perhaps from slacking off too hard. “Satoru, are you okay? Do we need to visit Shoko?”

But he shakes his head, “Okay and- you know how no one and nothing is stronger than me as The Strongest?”

“Actually, I could just call Shoko over to us if-”

“What if your pussy was stronger than me?”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Your mouth parts, “Do you mean to say…”

“Raw.”

For the first time.

Translation: what if Gojo Satoru managed to break on your pussy? Who was really The Strongest then?

And you had teleported with Gojo on occasions prior, often only when you really had to - you weren’t the biggest fan of the bend and snap! of time and place distorting around you.

But you suppose that now called for an exception.

In just a single embrace and one click of his fingers, you’re finding yourself in the sprawling space of his penthouse. Your back is being pressed against his dark black sheets—“Fuck, Satoru.” His mouth was on yours like a man dying of thirst, an ocean of sweetness between your lips. “Satoru—oh.”

You’re splayed flatly out in the middle of his king-sized mattress before you know it.

And—

And then you’re on all fours with your face stuffed into his cologne-smelling pillows?

Startled, you’re whipping your head over your shoulder and finding Gojo with his powerful fingers raised in the air again. “Hm…interesting.” He smiles unabashedly. Ivory brows quirking.

The last thing you’re hearing before there’s another click-

And then you’re finding your back on the mattress again, legs in the air.

And then you’re finding yourself over his knee and getting a good slap with his hand.

And then you’re naked and on all fours once more.

And then you’re straddling a pillow that smells just like him.

And then you’re being pushed into the meanest, maddest mating press. Gojo with his strong arms pressing on either side of your waist and holding you to him—holding you in one place as he’s shovellin’ his cock into you like a madman.

No hesitation. No waiting for you to get used to his size.

Not even the slightest bit of teasing before he’s tunneling his plump tip between those pussylips of yours- tight. “So-so fucking tight.” Gojo spits out with his canines thoroughly clenched, the only thing escaping them being his husky moans and a slight trickle of drool.

And that’s all before you’re tightening your legs and clenching—

And that’s just about enough to make The Strongest collapse his trained body into yours.

One thrust.

Just one thrust.

He’s flinching as though shocked by a thousand voltages, ivory bangs quivering as he does. Gojo dips his head straight into the crook of your neck and gasps- “So tight so tight so tight.” Something breaking at the back of his tone. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve been holding all this back from me?”

“Wh-what do you even mean—fuck.” At that very moment, Gojo can’t help himself - he’s pumping out a goooood thrust between your naked legs.

His raw cock glides down your pussy walls. Red-hot. Ravenous. Without that familiar rubber as a barrier between the two of you, Gojo’s able to feel even the tiniest nooks and crannies that you were hiding.

Each one such a cute lil’ spot that geysers out. They’re flooding you from the inside out as if you were a damn waterpark, and he’s feelin’ that wet treacle of slick coat his shaft- making the looooong trek down to his balls. “Satoru.” Somehow, your gasp seems to break through his reverie. It’s been some time since that first thrust, and Gojo had barely even moved. Hell, you’re starting to think that he’s barely even breathing—“Forget the experiment, maybe I should c-call Shoko-”

And then he’s honing out another thrust-

Six Eyes activating and glowing tiny crackles of lightning ‘round the rim of his pretty eyes. He hits that throbbing g-spot of yours almost unfairly fast—“How have I…” Cut off immediately by the cleeench of your soft walls. “How have I l-lived this long without feeling you like this, my girl?”

“Oh-” And the words themselves are enough to make your cunt quiver - let alone the way that the sorcerer was managing out such a sloppy set of thrusts. “Oh, Satoru, you’ll live-”

“But I haven’t.” He exclaims. Though his voice was breathy, there was a note of finality in his words.

And as if to emphasize his point, he’s poundin’ and pounding his puckered tip between your pussylips- just stretchin’ out the entrance to your cunt. It doesn’t matter how many more of his inches he has left to fit inside you, Gojo was spotting so many of your tender crevices. He lavishes them in all his attention- until he doesn’t even need his Six Eyes anymore, it almost becomes second nature to caress your cute bundles of nerves.

They made you clench soooo—and they made him grow even harder inside of you. It seems that the thin power of a condom had kept Gojo encapsulated all this time, because with every throb he only seemed to be growing bigger and bigger and bigger-

He reaches his left thumb down and presses on your clit. Zapping it inadvertently with the electricity of his cursed energy- “I haven’t lived.” Continuing his conversation, it takes you a few moments to register just what he was talking about. Looking at you with wide, serious eyes—“I haven’t had my eyes see like this-” Lightning flares strengthening, the light bulb in the bedroom flickers. “I haven’t had my body move like this. I haven’t had my t-tactile senses stimulated like this. I haven’t had my heart beat-”

Gojo pauses. He waits, as if listening for something.

“-120 beats per minute like this.” He ultimately concludes. Running a hand down the front of your stomach, your skin skitters with strange vibrations wherever he touches.

“Fuck—” And you’re unsure whether you’re exclaiming at the sensation of his cursed energy, or the way he was honing his cock even deeper.

Just so hard by now that your walls felt as though you were shaping to him- to every single curve of his swole shaft, to every single vein decorating his thickened length, to every single bead of slick being dribbled into your womb.

Gojo lurches his hips slightly backwards and thumps a hit against your womb.

All deliciously soft and covered in his sap—he presses his hand down where his erection ended. Pulsing. Probing. Such a dopey smile covering his lips, “I haven’t been able to fuck you all- hah, pregnant like this, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” Your eyes snap open, slightly blurred with tears. “You haven’t fucked me pregnant yet, Satoru.”

“Huh?”

“Not yet.” You answer. Could he be…

“Oh.” His kiss-bitten lips fall into a slight circular shape of understanding—oh. And something rational seems to shift behind Gojo’s blue eyes- before they’re immediately getting overshadowed by that feral part of him.

The Strongest wastes no time before ravaging out your pretty womb a few more times, every second being a fresh spray of his milky precum. “Then we better fix that, huh?”

He sounded as if he wanted nothing more to do in the world.

And ah—“It s-seems that I really- ngh-” Manhandled to Gojo’s whims and wants, he’s fucking you hard enough that the bed starts to splinters. “-am The Strongest, hm?”

“That pussy is The Strongest-” Gojo leans back and spits straight between your puffy pussylips. “My pretty pussy.”

Before craning his head down and nudgin’ your thumb open to spit between that pair of lips, too.

“And you’re- hah.” He titters straight into your open maw, “My everything. My wife. The m-mother of my kids, of course…”

And you can’t quite help yourself, “And you?”

“Me?” Gojo cocks his head as if really considering. It’s just then and there that - after only a few vicious thrusts, shit—he really couldn’t handle it - that you could feel his balls start to clench in the way it did when he was about to cum. When he was about to pour out so many sticky wads like adhesive, that sweetened sap filling you right up to your throat.

Gojo was utterly gone.

He finally answers, “I’m pussydrunk on you, my girl.”

It’s a few days later that Masamichi Yaga receives a report on his desk - one that forces him to take off his sunglasses just to make sure it was real.

It’s not that it was a particularly enrapturing report (in fact, the writing was rather rushed and subpar). It’s not that it was a report on a mission that had been deemed particularly urgent or life-threatening (this had actually been an assignment long overdue). It’s not even that it was a report cursed (he had to reconsider that) or with any other importance to jujutsu other than being, really, a report.

It’s the fact that the report was from Gojo Satoru: the first full report he’s gotten from the man since he entered Tokyo Jujutsu High twelve years ago.

What a momentous occasion.

Yaga can’t lie about the fact that he pulled down the blinds and made himself comfortable prior to reading it- he even made himself a cup of coffee to really celebrate!

Running an awe-struck thumb to check the thickness, he really was impressed as it seemed to be quite in-depth. Hefty. At first glance, it wasn’t in overlarge writing to make up for space, either.

Perhaps Gojo really was turning a new leaf. After all, he’d finally managed to snag you out on a date which had turned into two dates, two dates into three, three into a solid relationship of which he’d heard that the two of you go on dates at least once a week now. And he always did think that you’d be a good influence on the trouble-maker.

If he could get Gojo Satoru to become true to his discipline. Then who knows? Pigs might just fly tomorrow and all curses might just exorcise themselves—for the first time in all the decades that Yaga had been doing this kind of work, he finally allows himself to dream-

That is until he properly opens up the report and reads the first line.

Your name was written in big, bold capitals. Followed by-

“—has been deemed to be The Strongest as of recent exercise in regards to her p—”

Yaga stops reading.

He’s going to kill that Gojo Satoru.

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 7.5/10

Your husband wasn’t the type to get pussydrunk.

Or at least…that’s what you’d thought. Because the first time the two of you had sex, he was the one more in control. He was the one that drove you wild with pleasure. He was the one that left you bawling and begging for more, speechless at how he’s swatching each and every soft spot.

And the times thereafter had been much the same - Higuruma was more than happy to switch and let you take control on some nights. But you wouldn’t consider him necessarily pussydrunk then.

Or so you’d thought.

So you’d thought.

Until one night you’d been visiting his famous law firm - Higuruma had been working overtime these days. It was some complicated fraud case of which you knew was driving Higuruma and his team half-mad, prosecution was said to be a difficult task even for Tokyo’s best (and most handsome) lawyer.

And your husband had always been the first in the office, the last out.

The night before closing statements, it was past midnight and he still wasn’t home. So…packing up his share of heated-up dinner, and a few of his favorite energy drinks, you’d made your way straight to Higuruma’s law firm.

Ending up finding the building empty—save for the security guards outside that helpfully told you Higuruma was in his office. The very largest space on the very last floor.

Knocking gently on the towering sealed door as you entered- you stopped in your tracks as you encountered your husband. Hunched over his desk. Surrounded by important documents.

Eyes weary. Throat parched. There was a certain type of…hunger in him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

He twitches at the sound of your entrance.

He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.

He looked at you as though you were a dream.

“My angel…” Voice so botched and husky. He had a primal rasp to him that made something deep within you twitch—

So it was no surprise that in less than a few minutes, Higuruma’s finding himself cornering you against the edge of his desk. Body collapsing and pinning you with his weight. “My angel-” His breath hitches, a growl trundling beneath it. Cock pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace—“My angel, my angel, my angel, my- fuck.”

“Hiromi—!” Your voice rings across the glassy office. With your palms placed on the desk, you’re attempting to fuck back into his vicious thrusts but Higuruma was just so fast- “Hiromi, wh-what’s gotten into you?”

“My angel-” The only thing that he could repeat at this point. He’s swabbin’ the back of your pussy with a rugged swipe, and the startled clench you give him makes him groan.

“Seriously—ngh.” It’s enough to leave your knees weak, and your body drooping on top of the desk-

But your needy husband’s not letting you get too far before he’s hooking a hand ‘round your neck. Jacket taken off, white button-up pushed to his elbows n’ exposing you to his stroooong forearms putting you in a headlock. “My angel.” His snarled face pushes into the crook of your neck.

You gulp at the bulge of Higuruma’s biceps. “Hiromi, I have no idea why you’re acting so…” And you struggled to find a word - partially because you’re unsure, partially because of your weakening vocabulary due to his scouring, sloppy cocktip. “-desperate, but m’not opposed.”

“Desperate?” It seems to be the only word that had stuck out to him. “Th-this is me being desperate, sugar?”

Lips wobbling, your muddled brain was not quite sure what to answer. “Y-yes?”

You’re peaking hopefully ‘round your shoulder—and what you find makes your stomach drop. It was none other than Higuruma Hiromi: eyes blazing, hair messy, cock probing at your sweetest geysers at a pace that makes his length look nearly like a blur. A blur.

His hot pinkish tip smoochin’ every spot he could find inside you- all slick and throbbing every time you were squelching around him. He grunts in your ear in rapid, botched breaths - nothing at all like the stern, put-together man you knew so well.

This Higuruma was fucking into you like such an animal—“You don’t know the least of it, angel.”

His mere tone is enough to send shivers up your spine, “Pardon, baby?”

“Oh, you never need to be pardoned by me, sugar.” Clawing one of his hands - slightly roughened by years of flipping through law documents - down your spine. Higuruma presses on that spot at the very end of your back to make you aaaaarch lewdly into him. “Not when you don’t know how- hah, how fuckin’ haaaard you made me all day long.”

“I did?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head - not only because of his confession, but because of the fact that Higuruma had confessed this in the first place.

Being a lawyer made one surprisingly more tight-lipped. And though your husband was the type to soothe and whisper during your time in bed, having him mutter such filthy, filthy things was…

He’s nodding. “Had no idea how much I thought of you-” Dark eyes narrowing at the fluttering papers beneath you- you were clawing the top of the desk with each thrust. It’s just so cuuute how you’re holding on for dear life as he jerks your body upwards in that headlock. “Had no idea how many of these- these damn papers I flipped through wishing I had my fingers stuffed in your pussy, instead.” Sharp canines gnawing down on the shell of your ear, “Had no idea how many times I ran to that damn bathroom and fucked my fist—”

“Oh, please…” You’re letting your lips wobble.

But Higuruma wasn’t done rasping against your skin– “Had no idea how baaaaad I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, angel.” Gurgling moans at the back of his throat.

Your feet were being lifted a clean few inches off of the floor- the sheer pressure of his ramming hips. “I still have no idea what’s—fuck.”

“Wanted to fuck you all day.” Just a single clench of your velvety walls ‘round his cock and he’s flinching. Tearing up. He repeats, “Wanted to fuck you all day.”

“You’re just so…” Tears were welling up behind your lids, steaming down your cheeks. It was just the sheer pleasure of him scrapin’ his flared tip all over your tender insides. Lining himself with that one spot that made you see stars- “-pussydrunk.”

The word comes to you because of the way Higuruma was slurring. Shuddering. Stuttering.

His hips were hitting yours a mile a minute, and he bangs his rounded cockhead against your g-spot. “Pussydrunk?” Higuruma spits between stern lips. Hissing, he draaaags his veiny shaft all around your tight channel. “You think I’m- I’m pussydrunk?”

“Yes…”

And the strange thing was that Higuruma Hiromi - the most renowned lawyer in all of Tokyo - doesn’t argue back.

He’s merely clawing at your lewd body as you’re meeting his sloppy thrusts, he’s merely letting your cunt suction him dry, he’s merely letting your pussy use him as he nudges at your nerves. Pricking your g-spot a vulgar few times before finally throwing you over the edge-

“Oh.” Molars clenching tightly as pleasure suddenly explodes through your veins, your wave of bliss takes you by surprise. “Oh my-”

“Angel.” Higuruma’s ruined tone echoes out. Holding you close to him he’s swabbin’ and smushing every cute sweet spot—it’s only prolonging your orgasm. The sheer euphoria of it making your heartbeat thunder in your ears, and your thighs start to shake.

Syrupy slick travelling down the inner parts of your legs. Your husband smears your thin sheen with his push-push-puuuushig hips- “My angel.”

“Y-yes, Hiromi?” You ask through tears.

And just because you were sensitive with your orgasm doesn’t mean that he’s going to go easy on you—

“I really am pussydrunk.”

“You seem to be in such a good mood today, sir.” One of the fresh-faced interns pipe up from their desk. It was always a bit of a spectacle when the boss of their law firm, Higuruma Hiromi, walked out of his office.

Partly because of the sheer admiration over his accolades, partly because of the way that man was so handsome. How could one look so good after pulling multiple all-nighters in preparation for this case?

And he was just so humble—you really were lucky (though Higuruma himself would proclaim it was the other way around). Nodding at the eager youngsters, “Thank you.”

“Are you confident about today, sir?” Another intern speaks up. His voice was wobbly with those new nerves of entering the court for the first time.

And Higuruma smiles wonderfully, “You could say that.” At their covertly eager eyes—“My wife arrived last night at the office to give me a little ah- motivation, you see.”

They all nod in understanding.

“So you are confident, sir?”

“Much.”

A/N. P-U-T-H-Y! That puthy!

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