kyoto_fairytails

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

Case File #2: Victim- Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi was one of those subtle simps. He keeps his composure. Always.

Hiromi Higuruma was in fact a very stoic person and held himself very maturely.

So, of course no one could ever say that Hiromi Higuruma could get pussy whipped. No one believed he could get drunk off pussy so easily. 

Not stoic, mature, and intelligent defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma?

And it was true, until he met you.

“Fuck Higuruma! Please, fuck it feels so good.” 

Higuruma’s nose was hitting your clit jusssssst right as he slurps, licks, and sucks on your pussy.

Higuruma gave the best head. His nose played a role in it but that was really all his tongue.

The long and wet muscle making your legs shake; making you cream on his tongue. He loved eating you, you were his favorite meal.

“Yeah? Feels good huh? She’s squeezing me so tight. So fucking needy, such a needy girl for me aren’t you?” You assumed he was talking to you so of course you're going to respond.

“Yes, I’m such a needy girl.” You hear chuckling. Your eyebrows contort into one of confusion, “what’s funny?” 

“Aww my sweet baby, you thought I was talking to you? No no, I’m talking to my other girl. This pussy is amazing, the best. So right, so warm, so sweet. She tastes amazing. I could stay down here forever.” This was your first clue.

The first clue to getting your answer: was Higuruma getting pussydrunk?

A couple weeks after this, you both were getting spicy in bed again. His hands gliding down your waist, his lips sucking on your neck and collarbone, his cock roughly thrusting into you.

Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, threatening to fall over. His eyes stared down at you, lovingly holding your cheek as he wiped away the tears that fell through the cracks.

“This pussy, fuck, it’s so good. Gonna knock you up, I swear.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh sweetheart, you wish it was a threat, but trust me baby, it’s a promise.” He smiled at you so innocently, but it was all a facade as his cock thrusted a bit harder inside you.

His hands fall on your stomach, applying pressure, such glorious and euphoric pressure, causing you to see stars.

“Yeah, feel that? That’s me so deep inside you, you take me and squeeze me so well. Fuck I love this pussy. She’s so good to me, so good for me, fuck- she was just made for me.”

“And you're pussydrunk.”

That halts his movements and you whine. “Who? Who’s pussydrunk?”

“I only have one husband, so who do you think I’m talking about? Gojo?” That makes his hips thrust roughly into you again.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m inside you, that’s just cruel.”

You whine as he slowly builds back up your orgasm. His thrusts get rougher, his pants faster, his pupils wider.

Higuruma had completely lost himself. Lost himself in the warmth of your pussy, lost himself in the stretch your pussy provides, lost himself in the grip your pussy gives him. Sucking him in like he’ll leave you.

He could never leave you. You're his one and only, his forever. And this pussy will be his forever as well. All he needed.

“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna cum in this pretty pussy, fuck! Cumming!” His cock releases thick ropes of cum inside you, it didn’t stop, it just kept going. Kept filling you up over and over again, until he was content.

You passed out at least once, but you enjoyed every bit of it. Every bit of getting to watch Higuruma lose control over himself because of you.

“You're doing okay love? Did I go rough tonight?”

With your eyes hazy and words slurred together, you still managed to speak, “it was perfect, I got to see how pussywhipped my husband is for me.”

Higuruma blushes, his face softening as he watches you smile lazily.

“We are to never speak of this, ever.”

“Oh I’m so telling Shimizu!” He groans as you laugh at him. You pull him in closer leaving peppered kisses along his face.

Case file #3: Victim- Satoru Gojo

Satoru is the complete opposite of Higuruma. Satoru Gojo is what you would describe as the biggest, loser and simp of all. Especially since you both are friends with benefits.

Gojo had absolutely no filter, he was always horny, always needy, always desperate. This was nothing new to anyone. Everyone knew Gojo was a loser, but just how much of a loser he could get is what everyone still was surprised by.

“Mmmmm, shit, mama, your pussy tastes amazing.” he moans. Your fingers run through his white hair, his icy blue eyes boring into yours, his pupils blown wider than the moon, he looks a mess. A hot and sexy mess.

“Gojo, pleaseeee, stop teasing.”

Since Gojo has no filter, it’s easy for Gojo to show pure emotion, it’s easy for him to lose his composure in an instant. Gojo would happily state that he’s pussy drunk, but for some reason (no reason at all) Gojo decided to be stubborn; he’s always stubborn.

“Are you gonna keep arguing with me, love?”

You whimper at his cockiness, “no. I just want you to admit it. Instead you tease me like I’m in the wrong.”

You and Gojo had an argument prior to this, and of course, Gojo being Gojo wanted to prove that he wasn’t pussydrunk for some odd reason. He fought and fought and fought with you, but you were just as stubborn as well. You wouldn’t relent.

“You are so pussydrunk Satoru!” You yelled at him. At first it was all fun and games but then Gojo got really upset that you wouldn’t stop teasing him about it so then it sparked this huge argument.

“No I’m not and I told you not to call me Satoru, it’s Gojo or daddy to you love!” He would whine and whine in your face and you just sat there and laughed.

You loved when Gojo got like this. All whiny and desperate and pathetic; it was cute.

“Yes yes, so sorry Gojo.” He’d pout and cross his arms. “I hate when you fight with me and don’t listen.”

“And I hate when you act stubborn and can’t admit the fact that you’re pussydrunk." And after those words left your mouth, Gojo was on you in seconds, leading to now.

“Fine sweetheart, I’m pussydrunk. Fuck- I’m so drunk off this pussy. She’s so good to me, she tastes so good, when I tell her to cum she listens. She’s such a good-hah- girl.” His cock drives into you slowly.

You clench around him and Gojo loses it. “Mhmm fuck! Don’t squeeze me like that pretty girl, gonna cum in this pussy if you do.”

His words are a promise but you can’t help it. Your cunt clenched around his girthy, meaty cock and he bites your shoulder to ground himself.

He physically has to restrain from cumming inside of you. “Do it Gojo! Please cum in my pussy, I’m all yours, she’s all yours. Please daddy!”

His thrusts become faster, the brute force of his pelvis is harder. He whines and huffs, his cock molding your pussy to his forever. 

“That’s right, gonna be mine forever. Nobody else can have this pussy. All mine, gonna knock you up so you can stay mine forever.”

His confession surprised you. You both were just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, you assumed you meant nothing else to Gojo but a good fuck from time to time.

“Yes and before you say anything- hah- I have feelings for you- fuck!- and I’m also extremely drunk off your vibe, drunk off your smile, drunk off your pussy, everything. I need you so badly.” His lips connect with yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His confession swells your heart. You kiss him back passionately and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Hah-fuck! Can I cum inside pretty? Please?” His voice whinier than last time, every plea needier than the last.

You nod your head, your nose bumping against his as he moans. His cock splurts out cum in rapid ropes.

Satoru had a LOT of cum and I truly mean a lot. It was so much that it oozed and leaked out of you in gallons.

You were stuffed to the brim with Gojo’s seed. Moaning as your orgasm floods your senses.

You both stay wrapped in each other as your breathing matches and even out.

“So you admit it?” You say lightly.

“Yes love, I am pussydrunk. I love you and I need you.”

You giggle and he picks his head up to give you an incredulous look, “hello? Are you going to say it back?”

“Nope! Not until you apologize to me for arguing with me and hurting a princess's feelings.” He groans and rolls his eyes before flopping back on top of you.

“No way.” You huff and push him off you, “fine, then I’m not saying it back.” You roll over and face the opposite away from him and he whines.

“Fine! I’m sorry princess. I was wrong, can you please tell me you love me? I’ll die without hearing you say it.” You turn to face him and his eyes are shimmering and he’s pouting, a sight you can never deny.

“I love you Gojo. Thank you, you are forgiven.” He smiles that big stupid, dopey smile and pulls you closer to him, kissing you one more time.

“I could get used to this.” He smiles and the warmth of Satoru's body lulls you to sleep.

Case File #4: Victim- Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi wasn’t one to indulge you in your stupidity. Your pranks, jokes, and stupid TikTok dances. So, as he expected, you came up to him as per usual saying, “Megsss” in that sing-songy voice you have, “what?” 

“You’re pussydrunk, right? Is that why you always act that way when we fuck?” His hand halts from scrolling mindlessly on his phone. 

He looks up at you, squints his eyes, and scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You always talk to yourself when you eat me out, and then when I ask you about it after, you always shut it down. Are you keeping some sort of secret? If you’re pussydrunk you can tell me.” The grin on your face is so stupid he wants to tear it off your face.

And he does… in a way?

“Ah! Fuck! Hah- hah- yes Megs please, faster, fuck that feels so good.” His fingers stuff you fully. The delicious stretch of your cunt, pain and pleasure blurring together.

You scream and cry out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in your soaking cunt. The only thoughts running through his head was to make you completely forget about your comment an hour ago.

“Yeah? I bet you feel so good right now don’t you?” You moan and shake your head, “I need words baby, words.” your voice comes out meekly, "I feel sooo good Megs!"

The nickname you gave him always gave him goosebumps, he was obsessed with it, not that he'd ever tell you of course. Megumi’s head drops down to your legs in that quiet but assertive manner he has. 

He spreads your legs wider with one hand while the other continues its journey in and out of you. His fingers spread apart to scissor you. Your moans fade out as you writhe against the sheets at the sheer pressure of it all.

His calloused fingertips brushing your g-spot just right, making your toes curl in pleasure. Your tongue hanging out your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of my head.

His tongue comes in contact with your pussy lips. Soft kitten licks bring you to a different dimension. “Fuck! Gumi, please, I can’t take anymore.” your orgasm was inching closer and closer with every stroke of his fingers.

He lifts his head up from in between your legs and smiles, “sure you can baby, you're doing so well already.” he cocks his head to the side to rest it on your thigh before looking down at your spread out pussy.

“Look at you making such a big mess, baby. You're so pretty like this. Gushing all over my fingers, making me go crazy. Maybe I am obsessed. Completely obsessed with this pretty pussy, all so wet for me.” His quiet ramble brings you closer to the edge and he can tell.

His head dips back down and he groans into your pussy, the warm taste of you and your sweet essence on his tongue makes his mind go blank. His hand pins one of your thighs down as he continues to finger you to your release.

He loves the way your pussy clenches around his finger, he knows you inside and out --literally. His lips clasp onto your clit and you're immediately seeing stars, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle strokes of his long and slender fingers, everything was making you crazy.

Maybe he wasn’t the drunk one.

“I can’t get enough of you, I could stay down here forever, making my baby feel so so good. I want to stay here forever. Wrapped in the warmth of your legs, my fingers trapped in the tightness of your pussy, all of it. I can’t believe your mine --fuckkk.”

You stand corrected, he was definitely the drunk one.

Your orgasm comes in shock waves, your body jolting and convulsing like crazy. He ripped that orgasm out of you, out of sheer desperation. You chased your high and in the end he let you ride it out on his fingers and his tongue. His lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking and slurping up all your juices.

He pries himself away from you and goes to grab a warm washcloth. While he’s in there he jerks one out then returns back to you to find you already asleep. He smiles softly, and cleans you up and takes care of you in that quiet way he knows how to.

The little things are what matter to Megumi, and if making sure you're pleased to your heart's content, then that's what he’ll do. If that means indulging himself in your stupid questions and laughing at your even stupider jokes, he’ll do just that. Because Megumi loves you, even if it's that quiet way, he’s easily vulnerable around you. 

He hates it sometimes, but he knows you mean no harm. He’s safe with you, and he’s glad you're even safer with him. Even if that means having to admit, he’s completely pussydrunk and obsessed with you.

“Goodnight baby.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead before cuddling up next to you and laying under the covers.

Case File #5: Victim- Nanami Kento

Nanami was no stranger to being obsessed. He was obsessed with his work, with his reputation, and with his damn ties.

“Love, you have to tell me which one to wear, please? The red one or the blue one? Or should I wear the pink one with his face on it?” Your husband's cute face was to die for.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t obsessed with him either. “Nanami, I don’t care which one, they all look good, just pick one! We have to go or we’ll be late for Yuji’s graduation.” 

“And that’s why I need you to pick, this is Yuji we're talking about, I can’t look like a mess! Help me!” The desperation in his voice was music to your ears, so you chose to help him.

It didn’t exactly go as planned. The moment Nanami got a whiff of your perfume as you sat him down, he became feral. What made it worse you ask? Well, your breast looked so nice in your blouse and he just couldn’t resist, some of the buttons undone revealing your skin. Your nice, plump skin. So soft and just screaming for him to leave hickeys on you.

Like I said, Nanami wasn’t a stranger to being obsessed. When Nanami had an obsession, he’d make sure he would be satisfied with his obsession. And in this case, he was satisfied with making you scream and cry as he drove his cock so deep inside you.

His thoughts always screwed him up. Because now he was bricked up when you're supposed to be leaving, for god’s sake you were just fixing his damn tie.

“Okay love, all done. Are you ready to go now?” His big puppy eyes stare up at you as he pouts. He shakes his head softly and you pout back, “what’s wrong honey?” Nanami drops his head down and you use his tie to lightly tug his head back up to you, “talk to me honey.” 

His eyes drop down to your lips and he thickly swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can we do a quickie? I need you badly.” Nanami wasn't pathetic, just obsessed. Which I guess in its own way is pathetic depending on how you read the situation.

In this case, Nanami seemed very pathetic, but this is how it always started. It started with him being a baby and then becoming a horny, cocky bastard. But since he was making you about to miss Yuji’s graduation, you were going to punish him.

You smile at him, not that gentle smile you have, no, that slow smile that means trouble. “Sure baby, just this once.” You rip the tie off of him and unravel it, “but since you're making me miss my sweet Yuji’s graduation, you have to be punished.” You push him down on the bed and tie his hands over his head. 

You crawl on top of him after you’ve finished and slide down his body. Your hands take hold of his pecs, resting atop his chest. “You couldn’t wait 2 hours honey? You always get like this when we have to go somewhere. I’d say you're obsessed with me don’t ya think?” Your voice is so condescending and teasing. It could make a grown man cry, and Nanami just might.

“Please baby, I-I couldn’t wait, I can’t wait. Just let me make it up to you, I’ll make you feel so sooo good.”  His whining does everything to your body. The betrayal you feel from your body as it grinds against him giving him what he wants. He groans and bites his lip, his glossy eyes looking up in yours.

The sight could stop a war. The sight could stop the planet's evolution. Everything about Nanami was stoic, glorious and professional. His behaviour was in fact not professional. Your hips grind down against him and he loses his mind, Nanami grits his teeth as a moan threatens to spill out.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Let me hear you, please?” You pout at him and he falls instantly. So lost in you he obeys, when you grind on him again he moans, loudly.

‘There you go, that made me happy.” 

“Anything for you. Fuck! Please keep going.” His hips thrust up against yours causing you to moan out, eyes rolling back and tongue darting out to lick your lips.

Your hips grind against him faster in your tiny ass skirt, your thigh highs brushing against the fabric of his dress pants. “Nanami! Fuckkkk, doesn’t this feel good?”

“Mhmm, need more please!” Nanami could easily break out of these ties and flip you over, but he’s allowing you to do this to him, allowing himself to suffer all for your satisfaction. That’s Nanami's way of being obsessed with you.

You quickly reach for his belt buckle, unbuckling it and throwing it somewhere around your shared bedroom. You unzip his fly, tugging his pants down gently and agonizingly slow. Fortunately for you, Nanami has very little patience, so watching him buck his hips up impatiently is fuelling your energy.

He just about loses it when you kiss his tip, pink and leaking precum. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips stained with his essence. “Mhmm you taste so good babe”, your moans make his cock twitch in your hands and you giggle.

“So sensitive here, no? It’s kinda cute how reactive you are.” Nanami doesn't even realize when you pull your panties to the side, but he feels the slick wetness of your pussy and he just about faints. Soft moans slipping from his lips as you rock against him back and forth.

“You’re gonna kill me my love, absolutely kill me.” His voice cracks. You moan at the feeling of his tip hitting your clit, his voice turning you on even more, “oh yeah? I can’t have my husband dying on me now can I?” You smile at him and he just about melts. 

Nanami was known for being composed and calculated, but when it came to you, Nanami couldn’t focus. You were his greatest obsession and his greatest distraction. 

“I can’t wait any longer honey, please? I need to be inside you. Please love, your all I need, this pussy is all i need–nghh, fuck!” His words kept your ego  growing, you loved when he needed you, craved you, wanted you so badly he could stop wars with his obsession.

You grant him his wish and sink down agonizingly slow on his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head and your teeth sink into your lips. “Fuck! Shit! I needed this, needed you, this pussy, your lips, your walls so tight around me, it’s all I need.” 

Nanami was in fact gone. All his senses, blocked. He was pussy drunk. Maybe it’s more than that, honestly. He was your everything, his posture, his stoic expression that always faltered when he was around you, his broad stature, his large hands. It’s the reason you married him.

“I love you Nanami, fuck!” 

“I love you more princess, gosh I think I’m going to cum.” Your hips rock against him faster and faster, his pants increasing as well as his moans. The louder they got, the more turned on you became.

Was he always this hot? Yes, yes he was.

“Cumming, cumming!” He chants your name over and over as his cock shoots long, thick, white strips of cum into your cunt. The sticky and full feeling of him pushes your own orgasm to the front lines.

Nanami looks up at you and smiles, “my pretty girl, I love it when you take control of me.” You turn your head away from him and roll your eyes, heat crawling up your neck and towards your cheeks.

“Shut up. Fix your hair, it looks a mess.” He chuckles and grabs your waist, the tie around his wrist long gone. “Anything for you, my love.”

He slowly slides you off his cock and moans as he watches his cum spill out of you in chunks, “That’s hot asf.” You push at him and walk to the bathroom, “I told you to fix your hair. We leave in 5.” 

He smirks boyishly at your demanding voice, “Yes Ma’am.” He grabs the tie and wraps it back around his neck, fixes his hair, and tucks himself back into his pants.

Oh if only you knew how down bad Kento Nanami truly was for you.

Case File #6: Victim- Toji Fushiguro

Toji was one of a kind. The type of man who thrived off lust. Yes, there are moments when Toji can treat you like the only girl in the world with what he’s got, but lust was what drove Toji into a spiral every time he saw you.

“Mamas, why are you sitting so far away?” Tonight, you were very upset at Toji, he had ditched you for gambling with Shiu and didn’t even call you or let you know. You had cooked a nice meal 3 hours ago that eventually got cold and you ate it all by yourself. 

After, he comes knocking on your door with flowers and chocolate apologizing for leaving you all alone, but you refused his apology and tried to slam the door on him. Toji, being the strong and insistent man that he is, blocked the door with his foot and slowly forced his way inside.

You walked away from him mid sappy ass speech and sat down on the couch. He stopped trying after a while and silently set your flowers in a vase, put your chocolates in the fridge, and then came to sit next to you.

Of course you made things difficult for him and scooted all the way to the other end of the couch from him, which now leads you to this moment.

“You know why I’m sitting away from you.” He blinks at you, low hooded eyes tracing over your body, that body he wishes was curled up next to him as he fingered that attitude out of you.

“Ah, so she speaks huh? You're still mad at me, doll?” You sit there and cross your arms before turning to face towards him, a small pout on your lips that makes Toji’s cock jump at the sight of it.

“What do you think, Toji? Of course I’m still mad at you! You ditched me, couldn’t even owe me an explanation, then you show up at my doorstep with flowers and chocolate like that’s supposed to make everything okay!? You hurt my feelings tonight Toji, I honestly just want you to leave.” You turn back around and put your attention back on the tv.

The screen is starting to blur as you fight to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill out. You sniffle slightly and that draws Toji’s attention on you, not that his eyes ever left you. “Are you cryin’ doll?”

Sniffle~  “No, I'm not.”

His big frame dips on the couch as he scoots closer to you, “No… don’t come near me.” He keeps scooting, ignoring your requests, “Toji! I said leave me alo-” His hands grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together causing you to halt your complaining.

“Mama, I’m trying to be nice. Stop giving me attitude before I give you something to really cry about.” Your glossy eyes stare him down and his eyes drift down to your lips.

“Now, are you willing to let me take care of you or are you going to do this the hard way?” You shake your head yes and he sucks his teeth. 

“Nuh uh, you know how to answer, speak up doll.” 

“Yes daddy, I’ll stop giving you attitude.” His smirk widens and the slit on his lip looks more menacing.

“That’s my good girl, just let daddy take care of ya, yeah?” He grabs your waist and scoots you down onto the couch, his body weight hovers over you, his arms pinning you down. You turn your face away from him, his eyes bore into yours.

“Look at me doll, look at me while I ruin you- I mean take care of you.” He smirks as his hands trail up and down your body. His fingers dip into your shirt to caress your breasts. You moan softly and his head dips down to leave marks along your neck.

“T-Toji… please~ngh” 

“What is it, doll? You want me to stop?” He cocks his head to the side as he undoes his belt on his pants, sliding his pants down juuust enough to give you a view of his pre-cum stained boxers and the imprint of his meaty cock.

“No! No… please. I need you inside me.” You whisper his name in his ear and Toji loses his composure, he rips your shorts off and tears your panties in half. You gasp, shocked and ready to tear him a new one but he covers your mouth with his hand and slides his cock over your pussy lips.

“Shhh, that's my good girl. It’s okay, just ease into it.” He slides his cock into your warm, wet hole and you bite his hand. The moans spilling out of your mouth are muffled by the sound of his hand, “mhmmm this pussy is so warm, so tight, and alllll mine baby. Come on, say it, who’s pussy is this?”

He removes his hand from you so you can answer, “yours Toj, it’s all yours, only yours~nghh~fuck!” He grunts as his pace picks up, his cock driving in and out of you faster and faster.

You could have sworn he was getting bigger inside you by the second. His thrusts became animalistic, his heart pounding loudly in your ears, or was that your heart? You couldn’t tell.

Pleasure overwhelmed your body, all you wanted to do was hold Toji, punch Toji, and just tell him, “I love you Toji! Please cum inside me, I'm gonna cum! -Nghh~Hah! I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s my good girl, such a sweet girl, pussy gripping me so tight. God I love you too mamas, so much, this pussy is amazing, all mine ~fuck! All mine. So warm and wet for me. Only me, right? Fuck, I’m gonna cum, your gonna make me cum in this pretty pussy, since you want it so bad. Shit!” His cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, he cums inside you with a prolonged groan.

His breath is hot against your cheeks; he collapses on top of you. You cum with him, body shaking and curling into him as he holds your legs open, helping you ride out your high.

“Good girl.  There you go, feels so good right?” You gaze at Toji in his post cum glow. His neck and chest are shiny from sweat, his lips pink and bleeding from biting them and kissing you.

He leans down and you smush his face against yours in an eager kiss.

“Am I forgiven by my favourite girl now?”

“Don’t you mean your only girl?” You counter, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“Trust me, I’m too locked in; I could never cheat on you. I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you tonight. Won’t happen again doll.”

You smile at him and give him one last peck on the lips before drifting into a deep sleep.

Case File #7: Victim- Suguru Geto

Suguru is someone you’d call many things. An angel, a gentleman, a sight for sore eyes, all of the above. 

What you would call Suguru is an absolute pain in the ass. Not in many aspects, just in the way he treats you in bed. 

You hated how he teased you so well, it worked every time. Always gently putting you in your place.

Having this calm dominance about himself, his cockiness was very humble somehow if that even makes sense cause it didn’t to you.

Everytime he got a chance, he always put you in your place.

“Love, that’s not how we talk to people we love, hmm? That’s not right, is it now?” His condescending voice takes you over the edge as he slowly thrusts into you.

You're seeing stars as his cock drives into you at such a slow yet sturdy and rough pace. His hands around your neck as your legs dangle off his shoulders.

“Mhmm n-no Sugu, I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out meekly as he hums leaning down to bite your neck causing you to whimper. Suguru was a subtle freak, always the quiet one you had to look out for.

“Gosh, your amazing love, so tight. Gripping me like you can’t get enough? You want more of me, hmm love?” 

You can’t even form a coherent sentence. His cock drives deeper inside you and you swear he’s in your lungs.

“Sugu, I’m so close!” “Not yet sweetheart, gotta hold it for me. Be a good girl, yeah?” His hands fondle with your breasts, nipping and biting your neck and leaving hickeys. 

“Your-hah- pussy is amazing my love. She’s all I need, you're all I need. I could be inside you all day everyday if I could. I’ll never let this go, let you go.” His words and whines fill your ears, you can help but clench around him. He moans into your ear again as he squeezes your breasts harder.

“Please Sugu, can you cum with me please? I love you.” His eyes meet yours in an intense, fiery passion. His pupils are dilated and his breath is warm against your lips as he pants heavily. 

His cock still delicately brings you to your orgasm. You cry out as you kiss him, his lips soft and wet from his saliva and now your own.

He moans into the kiss as his cock buries into you, filling you up to the hilt with ropes of his thick, sticky cum. Geto was completely drunk off the feeling of you. He loved touching you. Whether it was your waist, your thighs, your ass, even your breasts.

He loved you and he showed it. “I love you too my love, god you're so good for me, so amazing, all mine and I can’t believe it. This pussy is amazing. Squeezing me dry of all my cum, all I'm able to give her.” He was very poetic when he had sex with you.

Always whispering praise and sweet affirmations in your ear while he rutted into you like a delicate yet vicious animal that teases its prey.

He slowly pulls out of you but you stop him. “Can we just stay like this, connected together? You're warm.” He chuckles at this but indulges you anyway. “Okay sweetheart, that’s fine.” He pushes back into you, keeping his cum inside of you.

You moan softly and he kisses you once more, shushing you as he eases back into you. “Gosh, this pussy was made for me.” He whispers before you both drift off into a slumber so good, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.

Case file #8: Victim- Yuta Okkostu

Yuta was a yearner. A huge one. Whatever you wanted, Yuta was there.

Yuta was more than obsessed with you. He wanted to live in your skin, live in your mind and just float around in there so your mind was clouded with nothing but him

But since he can't do that, he found a more effective way to do it.

"Mhmmm-FUCK! Yuta p-pleasee" you whine out, Yuta's cock drives into you nice annnnnnd slow. "Mhmm I can't stop, i can't get enough, your so beautiful pretty girl. Please don't make me stop." He begs, his eyes watering and his lips in such a beautiful pout.

His thrusts get faster as he continues to admire your face. His fingers trace the bridge of your nose, the soft flesh of your lips.

You loved when Yuta got like this, so drunk off your pussy to the point of no return. He caressed you gently and he handled you with such care and it made your eyes water.

"Oh am I making you feel that good pretty? You like when I fuck you like this, hmm? Tell me." His words were so soft but there was a tease behind them, he loved when you cried from pleasure.

It got him off. He loved knowing that only he could make you feel that way. "Mhmm Y-Yuta please, it feels so good i'm so close."

When you and Yuta made love or had sex, he was so intimate with you. And not just on a sexual level but almost in a spiritual level. Like he needed you in his soul.

He needed you both to be one with the other. And since he can't forge you guys together, he'll do it by rubbing his cock against you, inside of you, touching and caressing your mosts sacred parts.

All to make the love of his life feel good.

"mhmm right there Yuta, p-please? I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

"Good, that's kind of what I want." He chuckles, you giggle as well, the pleasure starting to wash over you. Your toes curl, your hands leave marks and scratches along his back.

Sex was always so carefree with Yuta, you both could giggle and laugh together, make mistakes together, it was all so intimate you never want it to end.

He was your and you were his. Especially when you got to watch him fall apart for you, the look in his eyes when he's close.

Gosh missonary was always his favorite position. He loved the look of absolute destruction and submission on your face.

He loved when you looked like you absolutely needed him to make you feel this way. He's glad you need only him to feel this way.

"Can you give me one more please? I want to cum with you. I want to feel you squeeze around me while put my cum in you, please pretty girl?" His whines get higher signaling that he's close.

"Yeah...nghh I can Yuta, please cum inside me, I need it so bad." You wrap your legs around him tighter, his hands caress your waist, gliding up and down. It soothes you.

"hah-gonna cum, gonna cum! Ooh baby please, let me cum inside it's what I nee, wanna see my pretty girl so nice and full of me." His words slur together.

He sounds like a broken record, just spills of your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer. His cum seeps into you, nice and warm and sticky.

'mmph, y-yes!" Your cunt squeezes Yuta, "Fuck, milk me of everything. Someone seems needy." He chuckles lightly and you whimper. "Shut up Yuta." You cover your face, the both of you spent and tired.

Sticky from cum and sweat combined. You shy away from Yuta, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. He thrusts into. you again and your pussy squirts all over him. He slows his pace, eyes wide and mesmerized as you cunt continues to gush around his as he slowly pulls out.

"wow, I made you feel that good princess? You love me that much?"

"I sad shut up." You glared at him as his signature smile begins to form on his face. "alright alright, just let me take care of you now."

He cleans you up and gets you dressed, in one of his shirts to be exact. He changes the sheets, taking them to the washing machine before coming back with a glass of water.

You smile at him and he smiles back warmly. The bright light of the moon peering down to illuminate his handsome face.

"I love you Yuta, thank you." He kisses your forehead an scoots closer to you as your hands snake around his neck.

He nudges his nose with yours and whispers, "I love you more my beautiful girl. Get some sleep." You start to drift off as Yuta whispers sweet affirmations in your ear.

He was more than just pussy drunk, he was completely and utterly in love.

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Case File #2: Victim- Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi was one of those subtle simps. He keeps his composure. Always.

Hiromi Higuruma was in fact a very stoic person and held himself very maturely.

So, of course no one could ever say that Hiromi Higuruma could get pussy whipped. No one believed he could get drunk off pussy so easily. 

Not stoic, mature, and intelligent defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma?

And it was true, until he met you.

“Fuck Higuruma! Please, fuck it feels so good.” 

Higuruma’s nose was hitting your clit jusssssst right as he slurps, licks, and sucks on your pussy.

Higuruma gave the best head. His nose played a role in it but that was really all his tongue.

The long and wet muscle making your legs shake; making you cream on his tongue. He loved eating you, you were his favorite meal.

“Yeah? Feels good huh? She’s squeezing me so tight. So fucking needy, such a needy girl for me aren’t you?” You assumed he was talking to you so of course you're going to respond.

“Yes, I’m such a needy girl.” You hear chuckling. Your eyebrows contort into one of confusion, “what’s funny?” 

“Aww my sweet baby, you thought I was talking to you? No no, I’m talking to my other girl. This pussy is amazing, the best. So right, so warm, so sweet. She tastes amazing. I could stay down here forever.” This was your first clue.

The first clue to getting your answer: was Higuruma getting pussydrunk?

A couple weeks after this, you both were getting spicy in bed again. His hands gliding down your waist, his lips sucking on your neck and collarbone, his cock roughly thrusting into you.

Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, threatening to fall over. His eyes stared down at you, lovingly holding your cheek as he wiped away the tears that fell through the cracks.

“This pussy, fuck, it’s so good. Gonna knock you up, I swear.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh sweetheart, you wish it was a threat, but trust me baby, it’s a promise.” He smiled at you so innocently, but it was all a facade as his cock thrusted a bit harder inside you.

His hands fall on your stomach, applying pressure, such glorious and euphoric pressure, causing you to see stars.

“Yeah, feel that? That’s me so deep inside you, you take me and squeeze me so well. Fuck I love this pussy. She’s so good to me, so good for me, fuck- she was just made for me.”

“And you're pussydrunk.”

That halts his movements and you whine. “Who? Who’s pussydrunk?”

“I only have one husband, so who do you think I’m talking about? Gojo?” That makes his hips thrust roughly into you again.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m inside you, that’s just cruel.”

You whine as he slowly builds back up your orgasm. His thrusts get rougher, his pants faster, his pupils wider.

Higuruma had completely lost himself. Lost himself in the warmth of your pussy, lost himself in the stretch your pussy provides, lost himself in the grip your pussy gives him. Sucking him in like he’ll leave you.

He could never leave you. You're his one and only, his forever. And this pussy will be his forever as well. All he needed.

“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna cum in this pretty pussy, fuck! Cumming!” His cock releases thick ropes of cum inside you, it didn’t stop, it just kept going. Kept filling you up over and over again, until he was content.

You passed out at least once, but you enjoyed every bit of it. Every bit of getting to watch Higuruma lose control over himself because of you.

“You're doing okay love? Did I go rough tonight?”

With your eyes hazy and words slurred together, you still managed to speak, “it was perfect, I got to see how pussywhipped my husband is for me.”

Higuruma blushes, his face softening as he watches you smile lazily.

“We are to never speak of this, ever.”

“Oh I’m so telling Shimizu!” He groans as you laugh at him. You pull him in closer leaving peppered kisses along his face.

Case file #3: Victim- Satoru Gojo

Satoru is the complete opposite of Higuruma. Satoru Gojo is what you would describe as the biggest, loser and simp of all. Especially since you both are friends with benefits.

Gojo had absolutely no filter, he was always horny, always needy, always desperate. This was nothing new to anyone. Everyone knew Gojo was a loser, but just how much of a loser he could get is what everyone still was surprised by.

“Mmmmm, shit, mama, your pussy tastes amazing.” he moans. Your fingers run through his white hair, his icy blue eyes boring into yours, his pupils blown wider than the moon, he looks a mess. A hot and sexy mess.

“Gojo, pleaseeee, stop teasing.”

Since Gojo has no filter, it’s easy for Gojo to show pure emotion, it’s easy for him to lose his composure in an instant. Gojo would happily state that he’s pussy drunk, but for some reason (no reason at all) Gojo decided to be stubborn; he’s always stubborn.

“Are you gonna keep arguing with me, love?”

You whimper at his cockiness, “no. I just want you to admit it. Instead you tease me like I’m in the wrong.”

You and Gojo had an argument prior to this, and of course, Gojo being Gojo wanted to prove that he wasn’t pussydrunk for some odd reason. He fought and fought and fought with you, but you were just as stubborn as well. You wouldn’t relent.

“You are so pussydrunk Satoru!” You yelled at him. At first it was all fun and games but then Gojo got really upset that you wouldn’t stop teasing him about it so then it sparked this huge argument.

“No I’m not and I told you not to call me Satoru, it’s Gojo or daddy to you love!” He would whine and whine in your face and you just sat there and laughed.

You loved when Gojo got like this. All whiny and desperate and pathetic; it was cute.

“Yes yes, so sorry Gojo.” He’d pout and cross his arms. “I hate when you fight with me and don’t listen.”

“And I hate when you act stubborn and can’t admit the fact that you’re pussydrunk." And after those words left your mouth, Gojo was on you in seconds, leading to now.

“Fine sweetheart, I’m pussydrunk. Fuck- I’m so drunk off this pussy. She’s so good to me, she tastes so good, when I tell her to cum she listens. She’s such a good-hah- girl.” His cock drives into you slowly.

You clench around him and Gojo loses it. “Mhmm fuck! Don’t squeeze me like that pretty girl, gonna cum in this pussy if you do.”

His words are a promise but you can’t help it. Your cunt clenched around his girthy, meaty cock and he bites your shoulder to ground himself.

He physically has to restrain from cumming inside of you. “Do it Gojo! Please cum in my pussy, I’m all yours, she’s all yours. Please daddy!”

His thrusts become faster, the brute force of his pelvis is harder. He whines and huffs, his cock molding your pussy to his forever. 

“That’s right, gonna be mine forever. Nobody else can have this pussy. All mine, gonna knock you up so you can stay mine forever.”

His confession surprised you. You both were just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, you assumed you meant nothing else to Gojo but a good fuck from time to time.

“Yes and before you say anything- hah- I have feelings for you- fuck!- and I’m also extremely drunk off your vibe, drunk off your smile, drunk off your pussy, everything. I need you so badly.” His lips connect with yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His confession swells your heart. You kiss him back passionately and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Hah-fuck! Can I cum inside pretty? Please?” His voice whinier than last time, every plea needier than the last.

You nod your head, your nose bumping against his as he moans. His cock splurts out cum in rapid ropes.

Satoru had a LOT of cum and I truly mean a lot. It was so much that it oozed and leaked out of you in gallons.

You were stuffed to the brim with Gojo’s seed. Moaning as your orgasm floods your senses.

You both stay wrapped in each other as your breathing matches and even out.

“So you admit it?” You say lightly.

“Yes love, I am pussydrunk. I love you and I need you.”

You giggle and he picks his head up to give you an incredulous look, “hello? Are you going to say it back?”

“Nope! Not until you apologize to me for arguing with me and hurting a princess's feelings.” He groans and rolls his eyes before flopping back on top of you.

“No way.” You huff and push him off you, “fine, then I’m not saying it back.” You roll over and face the opposite away from him and he whines.

“Fine! I’m sorry princess. I was wrong, can you please tell me you love me? I’ll die without hearing you say it.” You turn to face him and his eyes are shimmering and he’s pouting, a sight you can never deny.

“I love you Gojo. Thank you, you are forgiven.” He smiles that big stupid, dopey smile and pulls you closer to him, kissing you one more time.

“I could get used to this.” He smiles and the warmth of Satoru's body lulls you to sleep.

Case File #4: Victim- Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi wasn’t one to indulge you in your stupidity. Your pranks, jokes, and stupid TikTok dances. So, as he expected, you came up to him as per usual saying, “Megsss” in that sing-songy voice you have, “what?” 

“You’re pussydrunk, right? Is that why you always act that way when we fuck?” His hand halts from scrolling mindlessly on his phone. 

He looks up at you, squints his eyes, and scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You always talk to yourself when you eat me out, and then when I ask you about it after, you always shut it down. Are you keeping some sort of secret? If you’re pussydrunk you can tell me.” The grin on your face is so stupid he wants to tear it off your face.

And he does… in a way?

“Ah! Fuck! Hah- hah- yes Megs please, faster, fuck that feels so good.” His fingers stuff you fully. The delicious stretch of your cunt, pain and pleasure blurring together.

You scream and cry out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in your soaking cunt. The only thoughts running through his head was to make you completely forget about your comment an hour ago.

“Yeah? I bet you feel so good right now don’t you?” You moan and shake your head, “I need words baby, words.” your voice comes out meekly, "I feel sooo good Megs!"

The nickname you gave him always gave him goosebumps, he was obsessed with it, not that he'd ever tell you of course. Megumi’s head drops down to your legs in that quiet but assertive manner he has. 

He spreads your legs wider with one hand while the other continues its journey in and out of you. His fingers spread apart to scissor you. Your moans fade out as you writhe against the sheets at the sheer pressure of it all.

His calloused fingertips brushing your g-spot just right, making your toes curl in pleasure. Your tongue hanging out your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of my head.

His tongue comes in contact with your pussy lips. Soft kitten licks bring you to a different dimension. “Fuck! Gumi, please, I can’t take anymore.” your orgasm was inching closer and closer with every stroke of his fingers.

He lifts his head up from in between your legs and smiles, “sure you can baby, you're doing so well already.” he cocks his head to the side to rest it on your thigh before looking down at your spread out pussy.

“Look at you making such a big mess, baby. You're so pretty like this. Gushing all over my fingers, making me go crazy. Maybe I am obsessed. Completely obsessed with this pretty pussy, all so wet for me.” His quiet ramble brings you closer to the edge and he can tell.

His head dips back down and he groans into your pussy, the warm taste of you and your sweet essence on his tongue makes his mind go blank. His hand pins one of your thighs down as he continues to finger you to your release.

He loves the way your pussy clenches around his finger, he knows you inside and out --literally. His lips clasp onto your clit and you're immediately seeing stars, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle strokes of his long and slender fingers, everything was making you crazy.

Maybe he wasn’t the drunk one.

“I can’t get enough of you, I could stay down here forever, making my baby feel so so good. I want to stay here forever. Wrapped in the warmth of your legs, my fingers trapped in the tightness of your pussy, all of it. I can’t believe your mine --fuckkk.”

You stand corrected, he was definitely the drunk one.

Your orgasm comes in shock waves, your body jolting and convulsing like crazy. He ripped that orgasm out of you, out of sheer desperation. You chased your high and in the end he let you ride it out on his fingers and his tongue. His lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking and slurping up all your juices.

He pries himself away from you and goes to grab a warm washcloth. While he’s in there he jerks one out then returns back to you to find you already asleep. He smiles softly, and cleans you up and takes care of you in that quiet way he knows how to.

The little things are what matter to Megumi, and if making sure you're pleased to your heart's content, then that's what he’ll do. If that means indulging himself in your stupid questions and laughing at your even stupider jokes, he’ll do just that. Because Megumi loves you, even if it's that quiet way, he’s easily vulnerable around you. 

He hates it sometimes, but he knows you mean no harm. He’s safe with you, and he’s glad you're even safer with him. Even if that means having to admit, he’s completely pussydrunk and obsessed with you.

“Goodnight baby.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead before cuddling up next to you and laying under the covers.

Case File #5: Victim- Nanami Kento

Nanami was no stranger to being obsessed. He was obsessed with his work, with his reputation, and with his damn ties.

“Love, you have to tell me which one to wear, please? The red one or the blue one? Or should I wear the pink one with his face on it?” Your husband's cute face was to die for.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t obsessed with him either. “Nanami, I don’t care which one, they all look good, just pick one! We have to go or we’ll be late for Yuji’s graduation.” 

“And that’s why I need you to pick, this is Yuji we're talking about, I can’t look like a mess! Help me!” The desperation in his voice was music to your ears, so you chose to help him.

It didn’t exactly go as planned. The moment Nanami got a whiff of your perfume as you sat him down, he became feral. What made it worse you ask? Well, your breast looked so nice in your blouse and he just couldn’t resist, some of the buttons undone revealing your skin. Your nice, plump skin. So soft and just screaming for him to leave hickeys on you.

Like I said, Nanami wasn’t a stranger to being obsessed. When Nanami had an obsession, he’d make sure he would be satisfied with his obsession. And in this case, he was satisfied with making you scream and cry as he drove his cock so deep inside you.

His thoughts always screwed him up. Because now he was bricked up when you're supposed to be leaving, for god’s sake you were just fixing his damn tie.

“Okay love, all done. Are you ready to go now?” His big puppy eyes stare up at you as he pouts. He shakes his head softly and you pout back, “what’s wrong honey?” Nanami drops his head down and you use his tie to lightly tug his head back up to you, “talk to me honey.” 

His eyes drop down to your lips and he thickly swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can we do a quickie? I need you badly.” Nanami wasn't pathetic, just obsessed. Which I guess in its own way is pathetic depending on how you read the situation.

In this case, Nanami seemed very pathetic, but this is how it always started. It started with him being a baby and then becoming a horny, cocky bastard. But since he was making you about to miss Yuji’s graduation, you were going to punish him.

You smile at him, not that gentle smile you have, no, that slow smile that means trouble. “Sure baby, just this once.” You rip the tie off of him and unravel it, “but since you're making me miss my sweet Yuji’s graduation, you have to be punished.” You push him down on the bed and tie his hands over his head. 

You crawl on top of him after you’ve finished and slide down his body. Your hands take hold of his pecs, resting atop his chest. “You couldn’t wait 2 hours honey? You always get like this when we have to go somewhere. I’d say you're obsessed with me don’t ya think?” Your voice is so condescending and teasing. It could make a grown man cry, and Nanami just might.

“Please baby, I-I couldn’t wait, I can’t wait. Just let me make it up to you, I’ll make you feel so sooo good.”  His whining does everything to your body. The betrayal you feel from your body as it grinds against him giving him what he wants. He groans and bites his lip, his glossy eyes looking up in yours.

The sight could stop a war. The sight could stop the planet's evolution. Everything about Nanami was stoic, glorious and professional. His behaviour was in fact not professional. Your hips grind down against him and he loses his mind, Nanami grits his teeth as a moan threatens to spill out.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Let me hear you, please?” You pout at him and he falls instantly. So lost in you he obeys, when you grind on him again he moans, loudly.

‘There you go, that made me happy.” 

“Anything for you. Fuck! Please keep going.” His hips thrust up against yours causing you to moan out, eyes rolling back and tongue darting out to lick your lips.

Your hips grind against him faster in your tiny ass skirt, your thigh highs brushing against the fabric of his dress pants. “Nanami! Fuckkkk, doesn’t this feel good?”

“Mhmm, need more please!” Nanami could easily break out of these ties and flip you over, but he’s allowing you to do this to him, allowing himself to suffer all for your satisfaction. That’s Nanami's way of being obsessed with you.

You quickly reach for his belt buckle, unbuckling it and throwing it somewhere around your shared bedroom. You unzip his fly, tugging his pants down gently and agonizingly slow. Fortunately for you, Nanami has very little patience, so watching him buck his hips up impatiently is fuelling your energy.

He just about loses it when you kiss his tip, pink and leaking precum. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips stained with his essence. “Mhmm you taste so good babe”, your moans make his cock twitch in your hands and you giggle.

“So sensitive here, no? It’s kinda cute how reactive you are.” Nanami doesn't even realize when you pull your panties to the side, but he feels the slick wetness of your pussy and he just about faints. Soft moans slipping from his lips as you rock against him back and forth.

“You’re gonna kill me my love, absolutely kill me.” His voice cracks. You moan at the feeling of his tip hitting your clit, his voice turning you on even more, “oh yeah? I can’t have my husband dying on me now can I?” You smile at him and he just about melts. 

Nanami was known for being composed and calculated, but when it came to you, Nanami couldn’t focus. You were his greatest obsession and his greatest distraction. 

“I can’t wait any longer honey, please? I need to be inside you. Please love, your all I need, this pussy is all i need–nghh, fuck!” His words kept your ego  growing, you loved when he needed you, craved you, wanted you so badly he could stop wars with his obsession.

You grant him his wish and sink down agonizingly slow on his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head and your teeth sink into your lips. “Fuck! Shit! I needed this, needed you, this pussy, your lips, your walls so tight around me, it’s all I need.” 

Nanami was in fact gone. All his senses, blocked. He was pussy drunk. Maybe it’s more than that, honestly. He was your everything, his posture, his stoic expression that always faltered when he was around you, his broad stature, his large hands. It’s the reason you married him.

“I love you Nanami, fuck!” 

“I love you more princess, gosh I think I’m going to cum.” Your hips rock against him faster and faster, his pants increasing as well as his moans. The louder they got, the more turned on you became.

Was he always this hot? Yes, yes he was.

“Cumming, cumming!” He chants your name over and over as his cock shoots long, thick, white strips of cum into your cunt. The sticky and full feeling of him pushes your own orgasm to the front lines.

Nanami looks up at you and smiles, “my pretty girl, I love it when you take control of me.” You turn your head away from him and roll your eyes, heat crawling up your neck and towards your cheeks.

“Shut up. Fix your hair, it looks a mess.” He chuckles and grabs your waist, the tie around his wrist long gone. “Anything for you, my love.”

He slowly slides you off his cock and moans as he watches his cum spill out of you in chunks, “That’s hot asf.” You push at him and walk to the bathroom, “I told you to fix your hair. We leave in 5.” 

He smirks boyishly at your demanding voice, “Yes Ma’am.” He grabs the tie and wraps it back around his neck, fixes his hair, and tucks himself back into his pants.

Oh if only you knew how down bad Kento Nanami truly was for you.

Case File #6: Victim- Toji Fushiguro

Toji was one of a kind. The type of man who thrived off lust. Yes, there are moments when Toji can treat you like the only girl in the world with what he’s got, but lust was what drove Toji into a spiral every time he saw you.

“Mamas, why are you sitting so far away?” Tonight, you were very upset at Toji, he had ditched you for gambling with Shiu and didn’t even call you or let you know. You had cooked a nice meal 3 hours ago that eventually got cold and you ate it all by yourself. 

After, he comes knocking on your door with flowers and chocolate apologizing for leaving you all alone, but you refused his apology and tried to slam the door on him. Toji, being the strong and insistent man that he is, blocked the door with his foot and slowly forced his way inside.

You walked away from him mid sappy ass speech and sat down on the couch. He stopped trying after a while and silently set your flowers in a vase, put your chocolates in the fridge, and then came to sit next to you.

Of course you made things difficult for him and scooted all the way to the other end of the couch from him, which now leads you to this moment.

“You know why I’m sitting away from you.” He blinks at you, low hooded eyes tracing over your body, that body he wishes was curled up next to him as he fingered that attitude out of you.

“Ah, so she speaks huh? You're still mad at me, doll?” You sit there and cross your arms before turning to face towards him, a small pout on your lips that makes Toji’s cock jump at the sight of it.

“What do you think, Toji? Of course I’m still mad at you! You ditched me, couldn’t even owe me an explanation, then you show up at my doorstep with flowers and chocolate like that’s supposed to make everything okay!? You hurt my feelings tonight Toji, I honestly just want you to leave.” You turn back around and put your attention back on the tv.

The screen is starting to blur as you fight to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill out. You sniffle slightly and that draws Toji’s attention on you, not that his eyes ever left you. “Are you cryin’ doll?”

Sniffle~  “No, I'm not.”

His big frame dips on the couch as he scoots closer to you, “No… don’t come near me.” He keeps scooting, ignoring your requests, “Toji! I said leave me alo-” His hands grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together causing you to halt your complaining.

“Mama, I’m trying to be nice. Stop giving me attitude before I give you something to really cry about.” Your glossy eyes stare him down and his eyes drift down to your lips.

“Now, are you willing to let me take care of you or are you going to do this the hard way?” You shake your head yes and he sucks his teeth. 

“Nuh uh, you know how to answer, speak up doll.” 

“Yes daddy, I’ll stop giving you attitude.” His smirk widens and the slit on his lip looks more menacing.

“That’s my good girl, just let daddy take care of ya, yeah?” He grabs your waist and scoots you down onto the couch, his body weight hovers over you, his arms pinning you down. You turn your face away from him, his eyes bore into yours.

“Look at me doll, look at me while I ruin you- I mean take care of you.” He smirks as his hands trail up and down your body. His fingers dip into your shirt to caress your breasts. You moan softly and his head dips down to leave marks along your neck.

“T-Toji… please~ngh” 

“What is it, doll? You want me to stop?” He cocks his head to the side as he undoes his belt on his pants, sliding his pants down juuust enough to give you a view of his pre-cum stained boxers and the imprint of his meaty cock.

“No! No… please. I need you inside me.” You whisper his name in his ear and Toji loses his composure, he rips your shorts off and tears your panties in half. You gasp, shocked and ready to tear him a new one but he covers your mouth with his hand and slides his cock over your pussy lips.

“Shhh, that's my good girl. It’s okay, just ease into it.” He slides his cock into your warm, wet hole and you bite his hand. The moans spilling out of your mouth are muffled by the sound of his hand, “mhmmm this pussy is so warm, so tight, and alllll mine baby. Come on, say it, who’s pussy is this?”

He removes his hand from you so you can answer, “yours Toj, it’s all yours, only yours~nghh~fuck!” He grunts as his pace picks up, his cock driving in and out of you faster and faster.

You could have sworn he was getting bigger inside you by the second. His thrusts became animalistic, his heart pounding loudly in your ears, or was that your heart? You couldn’t tell.

Pleasure overwhelmed your body, all you wanted to do was hold Toji, punch Toji, and just tell him, “I love you Toji! Please cum inside me, I'm gonna cum! -Nghh~Hah! I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s my good girl, such a sweet girl, pussy gripping me so tight. God I love you too mamas, so much, this pussy is amazing, all mine ~fuck! All mine. So warm and wet for me. Only me, right? Fuck, I’m gonna cum, your gonna make me cum in this pretty pussy, since you want it so bad. Shit!” His cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, he cums inside you with a prolonged groan.

His breath is hot against your cheeks; he collapses on top of you. You cum with him, body shaking and curling into him as he holds your legs open, helping you ride out your high.

“Good girl.  There you go, feels so good right?” You gaze at Toji in his post cum glow. His neck and chest are shiny from sweat, his lips pink and bleeding from biting them and kissing you.

He leans down and you smush his face against yours in an eager kiss.

“Am I forgiven by my favourite girl now?”

“Don’t you mean your only girl?” You counter, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“Trust me, I’m too locked in; I could never cheat on you. I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you tonight. Won’t happen again doll.”

You smile at him and give him one last peck on the lips before drifting into a deep sleep.

Case File #7: Victim- Suguru Geto

Suguru is someone you’d call many things. An angel, a gentleman, a sight for sore eyes, all of the above. 

What you would call Suguru is an absolute pain in the ass. Not in many aspects, just in the way he treats you in bed. 

You hated how he teased you so well, it worked every time. Always gently putting you in your place.

Having this calm dominance about himself, his cockiness was very humble somehow if that even makes sense cause it didn’t to you.

Everytime he got a chance, he always put you in your place.

“Love, that’s not how we talk to people we love, hmm? That’s not right, is it now?” His condescending voice takes you over the edge as he slowly thrusts into you.

You're seeing stars as his cock drives into you at such a slow yet sturdy and rough pace. His hands around your neck as your legs dangle off his shoulders.

“Mhmm n-no Sugu, I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out meekly as he hums leaning down to bite your neck causing you to whimper. Suguru was a subtle freak, always the quiet one you had to look out for.

“Gosh, your amazing love, so tight. Gripping me like you can’t get enough? You want more of me, hmm love?” 

You can’t even form a coherent sentence. His cock drives deeper inside you and you swear he’s in your lungs.

“Sugu, I’m so close!” “Not yet sweetheart, gotta hold it for me. Be a good girl, yeah?” His hands fondle with your breasts, nipping and biting your neck and leaving hickeys. 

“Your-hah- pussy is amazing my love. She’s all I need, you're all I need. I could be inside you all day everyday if I could. I’ll never let this go, let you go.” His words and whines fill your ears, you can help but clench around him. He moans into your ear again as he squeezes your breasts harder.

“Please Sugu, can you cum with me please? I love you.” His eyes meet yours in an intense, fiery passion. His pupils are dilated and his breath is warm against your lips as he pants heavily. 

His cock still delicately brings you to your orgasm. You cry out as you kiss him, his lips soft and wet from his saliva and now your own.

He moans into the kiss as his cock buries into you, filling you up to the hilt with ropes of his thick, sticky cum. Geto was completely drunk off the feeling of you. He loved touching you. Whether it was your waist, your thighs, your ass, even your breasts.

He loved you and he showed it. “I love you too my love, god you're so good for me, so amazing, all mine and I can’t believe it. This pussy is amazing. Squeezing me dry of all my cum, all I'm able to give her.” He was very poetic when he had sex with you.

Always whispering praise and sweet affirmations in your ear while he rutted into you like a delicate yet vicious animal that teases its prey.

He slowly pulls out of you but you stop him. “Can we just stay like this, connected together? You're warm.” He chuckles at this but indulges you anyway. “Okay sweetheart, that’s fine.” He pushes back into you, keeping his cum inside of you.

You moan softly and he kisses you once more, shushing you as he eases back into you. “Gosh, this pussy was made for me.” He whispers before you both drift off into a slumber so good, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.

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— 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨;

Hayato fucks you with a steady, measured rhythm, each thrust jolting your body up the bed and making it creak beneath you. there's a quiet power in his motions, every shift and glide igniting a growing heat within you. he moves with such purpose and care, making every second feel drawn out, each stroke of his cock more intimate than the last.

he likes to feel you, pinning your hips down with his, rolling against you languidly. your legs rest over his elbows, your fingers entwined with his. when he's got you like this, you can feel everything, see everything. you fixate on the way his lips are parted, reddened and swollen from your kisses. every pant and exhale from him brushes gently against your lips, sending a shiver through you. he likes to kiss you, swallowing your moans as his tongue slides against yours. you can see the slow draw of his cock in and out of you, hear the wet sounds of your cunt taking him, and it makes you tighten unconsciously.

“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tilts his hips so he can sink even deeper inside you. the soft tassel of one of his earrings brushes your cheek. “taking me so well."

you can't help but whimper, the closeness of him making everything feel more intense. the coil in your gut grows tighter.

"does it feel good?" he asks, his lips brushing the tip of your nose before gently trailing down to rest just above yours.

you nod, tilting your chin up so you meet his lips. "want…want more, Suo," you whine between soft kisses. your tone is needy, desperate, and you can feel his lips curve up into a small smile.

you mourn the loss of warmth when he pulls back, gripping your ankles to pull them over his shoulders. "then who am i to deny my girl what she wants?"

— 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧;

Kaji isn't one to speak much when he has you like this, your body bent in a way that you’ll be sure to feel the next day. his brows are furrowed in concentration as he moves, lost in the way you're sucking him in. the silence between you is thick, charged with tension, only broken by your soft whines and his low, breathy grunts.

but when he does speak, his voice low and rough with desire, it never fails to send shivers down your spine.

“fuck,” Kaji grits out, gripping your ankles tighter, “how are you still so fucking tight? your pussy trying to strangle me or something? i can barely move."

you know that's not true because in the next second, he's pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, knocking the breath right out of you. you moan, fisting the sheets by your head with one hand, the other bracing yourself against the bed's headboard.

his head falls back and you take the opportunity to look at him fully. he always gets some sort of way whenever you catch him staring- whether it's from embarrassment or something else, you can't say for sure. your gaze lands on the red marks along the sides of his arms, products from earlier in the evening when he had you pressed up against the wall. without even needing to see, you know there are deeper streaks on his back. he never seems to mind the scratches. in fact, you get the sense he might even be pleased by them- by the idea that you've marked him as yours in some way. the only acknowledgement he ever offers is an offhand grumbled remark the morning after about how insatiable you are. he has no room to say that, really, considering that every time he's done with you, you can hardly walk.

you're drawn out of your daze when Kaji suddenly pushes your legs down on either side of your head, bending you in half. you cry out, the new position sending shockwaves through you. "n-ngh! Ren, s'too...too much!"

"if you've got time to stare," Kaji's bangs graze your forehead as he leans over you, his voice raw and ragged, a testament to how you’re making him feel, "clearly i'm not fucking you hard enough."

— 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐨;

Togame fucks you slowly, with long strokes that pierce you to your very core. he’s methodical, deliberate, delights in seeing the way you writhe beneath him as he claims what's his. his hands are slotted under your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back as far as they can go so he can see where the two of you are joined. he likes to watch- track the way his fat cock spears into you, the walls of your pussy stretched impossibly around his length. there's a filthy smirk on his lips as he gazes down at you, lazy satisfaction in his eyes.

"look at you," Togame huffs out a laugh, "you're gushing. you like me that much, huh?"

you're making a mess, staining the sheets beneath you with your juices. but you can't be blamed, not when Togame seems intent on carving the shape of his cock into the walls of your cunt. it feels like every thrust has his cock driving into you even deeper, harder. you hide your face with your arm, letting out choked whine. "J-Jo…"

"don't do that," his voice is low, "want to see that cute face when you squirt all over my cock."

he says that with such certainty, never mind that you've never actually even done that before. you slowly pull your arm away, reluctantly meeting his gaze as your chest rises and falls with effort. "p-please...Jo..."

"p-please what?" Togame teases, the tone in his voice making you want to hide your face once more. "please make you cum? please fill you up?"

you can only manage a nod, gasping when he punctuates each question with a harsh thrust. "unh- uh huh!"

"shit," Togame groans, his voice thick with breathlessness and a fervor matched by his quickening pace. "gonna let me knock you up, pretty girl? gonna let me fill this pussy up, give ya a kid?"

your cunt clenches around him.

Togame groans and bends over you, sinking his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. "well since you asked so nicely."

⌗ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

barcelona, spain — ryomen sukuna :: it was only supposed to be a vacation fling. You'd spend a few weeks in Spain, have fun, and go home. The problem is that every day with Sukuna makes leaving feel a little more impossible, and summer never lasts forever.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

rio de janeiro, brazil — toji :: caught in a sudden downpour, you're forced to share an umbrella with a stranger who looks far less thrilled about the arrangement than you are. Unfortunately for both of you, the walk home takes nearly an hour.

⌗ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄

sydney, australia — sukuna :: every morning, the same infuriatingly attractive man beats you on your beach run by a few seconds. What starts as a silent rivalry quickly becomes an obsession neither of you is willing to admit.

⌗ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀

marrakech, morocco — geto :: one wrong turn leaves you hopelessly lost in the winding streets of Marrakech. Fortunately, a local guide named Suguru offers to help you find your way back—though neither of you seems particularly eager for the walk to end.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒

istanbul, turkey — higuruma :: lost and exhausted after escaping your tour group, you stumble into a quiet tea shop overlooking the water. What begins as a conversation with a handsome lawyer working remotely turns into a summer routine neither of you expected to need.

⌗ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌 28

lisbon, portugal — gojo :: every morning, you end up sharing the same crowded yellow tram with a blue-eyed stranger. Neither of you knows the other's name, yet before long you're saving seats, sharing coffees, and dreading the day one of you stops showing up.

⌗ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈

busan, south korea — sukuna :: after getting separated from your friends during a crowded beach festival, you're rescued by the last person you'd ever want help from: a cocky stranger with a sharp tongue and an even sharper smile. One night beneath fireworks changes everything.

⌗ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 #12

okinawa, japan — toji :: your summer vacation starts badly when the grumpy surfer next door keeps stealing your porch chair. The prank war that follows is supposed to prove how much you dislike him, but somewhere along the way, it becomes something else entirely.

⌗ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓

venice, italy — gojo :: when you arrive in Venice for a summer abroad program, the last person you expect to become part of your routine is the annoyingly charming stranger you keep running into on boats, bridges, and narrow alleyways. As your final day approaches, Satoru starts acting strangely—almost like he's counting down the days until you'll leave him behind.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

bali, indonesia — geto :: After one disastrous year, you travel to Bali hoping to clear your head. Every morning, fresh flower offerings appear outside your villa, and every morning you wonder who keeps leaving them there—until you catch a quiet café owner in the act.

⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

paris, france — higuruma :: after a misunderstanding leaves you tangled in unexpected legal trouble during Paris Fashion Week, the last person you expect to help is a weary lawyer on vacation. Hiromi Higuruma insists he can't represent you—but somehow he keeps finding himself solving your problems anyway.

⌗ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐍

new york city — gojo :: Every Friday afternoon, the same ridiculously handsome customer wanders into your bookstore asking for recommendations he never intends to read. What starts as harmless flirting slowly turns into the highlight of both your summers.

⌗ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

santorini, greece — geto :: When a pushy group of tourists refuses to leave you alone, you panic and claim the handsome stranger nearby is your boyfriend. Suguru plays along without hesitation—and for some reason, neither of you seems eager to stop pretending.

⌗ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

phuket, thailand — choso :: A sudden tropical storm traps you and a shy stranger inside a tiny convenience store with nowhere to go for hours. Between shared snacks and quiet conversations, what begins as bad luck quickly becomes your favorite memory of the entire trip.

fem reader ✦ vacation romance ✦ strangers to lovers ✦ summer flings ✦ holiday romance ✦ slow burn ✦ mutual pining ✦ emotional angst ✦ long-distance themes ✦ airport goodbyes ✦ temporary relationships ✦ happy endings ✦ bittersweet endings ✦ open endings ✦ kissing ✦ mentions of alcohol ✦ travel mishaps ✦ grief ✦ loneliness ✦ fear of commitment ✦ fear of abandonment ✦ emotional vulnerability ✦ suggestive content ✦ explicit content ✦ discussions of moving away ✦ separation themes ✦ happy reunions ✦