hey! it's jam • she/her • forever 25 • fanfiction writers deserved all of the reblogs ❤️ • I am just another reader who can't get enough sleep 😴😌 • trying not to be caffeinated all the time ☕
zayne lifts his head from your neck, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward valko. you follow it, turning just enough to catch the shy grin tugging at his lips.
"would you be into it?"
the thought of cool blunt metal massaging your walls makes you instinctively clamp down on valko.
"...th-that a yes?" he hisses beneath you, squeezing the flesh of your hips. you nod without hesitation.
"what about the maintenance, doc? think you can pencil me in for a checkup?"
"a penile piercing requires proper aftercare, yes." zayne answers evenly, hot breath fanning over your chest as he leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth.
"come by to my office this thursday. we'll go over everything then."
his finger moves down to trace the stretched rim of you, and the up to your swollen clit. valko moves, coaxing his throbbing length deeper into you.
despite the odd timing, what better opportunity to discuss it now that you're all in the same room?
the jujutsu world needs you! yes you, to be its next pretty little pocket pussy.
sorcerers are some of the most stressed people on the planet. so jujutsu society has devised a plan that also creates ample job opportunities. with a revolutionary invention created with enough cursed energy and whoremones, portal pleasure was born. what's that, you ask? simple: a portal's created between your darling hole and a needy customer's appendage. fingers? tongue? cock? whatever they please. don't worry, your identity's never revealed to your client! can't say the same vice versa, though. . .
the pay's amazing. the pleasure's ample. how bad could it be? well, apart from being woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of being stuffed full of cock cause the strongest came back from a midnight mission. or needing to hold yourself together on a train cause the king of curses had a bad day and is taking it out on the poor portal pussy.
even worse when you have to face clients on the daily who have no idea that you know exactly what their dick feels like. whoops.
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. so much fucking smut :: sex worker!reader :: glory hole ( I guess? ) :: p in v :: fingering :: rough sex :: f.oral :: dirty talk :: teacher!sukuna :: teacher!suguru :: sorcerer!choso :: sorcerer!higuruma :: guard!satoshi
Synopsis. Welcome to the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT! Where we take the information given on your profile, a few tests run by our team of experienced matchmakers, and our cutting-edge matchmaking system to scientifically pair you up with the perfect JJK man to ahem- make you Juno, you know?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, bed chem, matchmaking, Dr. Shoko cameo, she’s had enough, NEEDY JJK men, chokíng, spítting, Iíngerie, DlLF!Toji, ex!Geto, arguing while doing it, ROUGH s, p talking, p sIapping, cIit pinching, doggy, fuII neIsons, toys (Sukuna), DP, BIIIIG stretches, pushing down, cervíx smooches, manhandIing, DÚMBlFICATION, Choso with píercings, Choso’s inspired by HoriMiya a little, matíng presses, fírst times (him), pùssydrunk JJK men, bíting, prem. ejac, nerd!Gojo, creampíes, cúmplay, Iove hotels, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. DADDY TONY’S BAAAAAACK!! And I might not have brought chiId support but I DID bring the Iittle announcement that I might…mayhaps…be working on my own Iittle story hehehe. It’s what I’ve been so busy with- and it’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a looooong time now. I’ve currently been worldbuilding smmmm ah, but yeah! Hoping to share this one with you too one day babygirls <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 99.96% MATCH!
“So is this thing measuring, like…bed chemistry?”
Oh. Your words ring far too loudly inside your ears - let alone inside this clinic. And you’re not quite sure who to blame—Dr. Ieiri Shoko for keeping her office so barren, or yourself for asking that question.
Like the bleached inside of a tusk, the surface of a porcelain plate just a touch too smooth. Too polished. Intimacy has never been so undefiled as these cold white walls advancing upon either side of you, clung onto by a fugitive nervousness that was white-hot. Not just yours - but the tens of thousands of clients that the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT boasts to have helped on their site.
It’s not quite what one imagines when they say ‘famous matchmaking agency’.
Your smile tightens. “M-my apologies, I hope I didn’t offend-”
“Yes.” Her sudden answer makes you stop. “Yes, it is like bed chem.”
You gulp.
“And it seems you’re a 99.96% match with ah- Mr. Fushiguro Toji.”
99.96%.
‘Oh’ was right.
Just his name sends a thrill down your spine.
Your fists clench in your lap, and before you know it, you’re nodding at the woman. “I would…like to meet him, please.”
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Name: Fushiguro Toji
Age: ?*
Occupation: ??
Category: DILF
Primary likings: Rough. Manhandling. Doggy. (For a more detailed report on sexual proclivities and medical assessment, please see Page 8 onwards…)
*Got offended when asked (assumed mid-thirties).
One date that lasts about an hour.
One date that lasts about an hour - that’s all it takes for the boiling tension between you and ‘Mr. Fushiguro Toji’ to bubble over. Perhaps it was due to the shared knowledge that you two were scientifically identified to be perfect sexual matches, perhaps it was the way those vine-green eyes swept over you leisurely, appreciatively, as you walked into the romantic dinner date arranged by the agency.
It seems Toji had entered himself into the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT on accident after believing it was a normal matchmaking agency.
“—so imagine my surprise when I get there n’ all the questions are about what positions I like to stick my dick in?” He’d gruffed over the candlelit dinner - French cuisine, was it? A few of the other patrons glared at him, but Toji paid no attention. “I mean- I went along with it, of course. Already paid about twenty yen, hmpf…but I hadn’t actually planned to go through with this bullshit until-”
Those intense eyes of his flickered to you once more.
“-I saw that application of yours- of course.” And you felt the inchoate desire in your stomach give a strange twist—“A 99.6-”
“99.96%. Actually.” You interrupted, gnawing on your bottom lip.
“Interesting.” Toji smiled and leaned back into his chair. “Really interesting.”
And perhaps it was—
“Don’t tell me I’ve fucked ya speechless already when I haven’t even put it in?”
You’re snapping back to your senses- enough reminiscing about those first few minutes of meeting the man that was currently hugging you close to him - crushing you against his sultry sweat-sticky abs - not in a gentle display of affection, but such a lecherous embrace. Tacking his toned pelvis against your ass. Letting his engorged tip push-push-push between your pussylips and sliiiiiiiide down all those tender innards.
Toji keeps you from moving even a single inch as he shuffles you into doggy position. The bed whines just as you do. “S’this your favorite?” He watches from the corner of his eye as you nod. “Yeahhhh, mine fuckin’ too, girlie.”
And, in emphasis, he’s circling one roughened palm over your right ass cheek—giving just a brazen little smack.
“Mine fuckin’ too, girlie.”
“I mean, there’s a reason they matched us.” You huff at him.
“Yeah- and I’m about to find out.” Toji mutters. And you’re hearing him before anything else - the soft creaking! of that shitty love hotel bed, dipping, as he shuffles even closer—the sultry lil’ smooch of his wet tip kissing your hole. Thump-thump-thump—you can count every pulse. His or yours? “Bite the pillow.”
“Why would I need to- ohhhh, mpf-”
The answer to your question comes swift and merciless - because in one fluid motion Toji has his cocktip burgeoning inside, and his hips plastering to yours.
He keeps both hands - warm and slightly gnarled with callouses from whatever shady line of business he was in - firmly upon either side of your waist. Using his massive strength to jerk you back—just a little…But it feels like Toji was pumping thoroughly into your deepest core.
He was usin’ the little flare underneath his tip to stretch that snug channel- stretching and stretching that first ring of muscle. And then bashing his cockhead in so roughly that you start to wonder whether he was having issues controlling himself—you’re feeling Toji let out a little cracked groan as he feels your walls quiver around him. And then he’s pushing his hot cock in aaaaaaall the way as deep as it could go- “Aaaaaaatta girl. That’s a good girl. Now for the fun part…”
You furrow your brows half-heartedly. “This isn’t already the fun part?” Earning yourself the oh-so-lascivious punishment of yet another spank on your right cheek; and then a few more probin’ pushes of his cock. “I was just—oh-” Your toes curl as he hits a particularly good spot without even trying.
“It is.” Toji responds. “But it’s just about to get a whole lot more fun.”
You’re shivering as one of his fingertips paint the line down your spine, immediately followed by a string of kisses as far as he could go. But, of course, you never did expect Fushiguro Toji to be so gentle—did you? You never wanted him to be, did you?
Because his lips hover ‘round the soft skin of your right shoulder—and without warning, he’s biting. Your mouth opens in a soundless scream.
With a grunt that sounds as though it’s been dragged from the primal depths of his throat, Toji jerks your hips back into his with a plap! of skin-on-skin. And almost before that, he’s suddenly starting to pummel and pummel those rugged hips of his into yours, utterly molding his thick cock into your goopy insides- coating every inch with a layer of his slick—
“Because.” Toji gruffs out in an animalistic way - he angles his head and licks a long stripe up your neck. “Because- it took me a loooooooong time to get matched on that damn program. A long fuckin’ time.”
“Oh-” You’re yelping as he tugs your arms from underneath you- and you’re collapsing face-first into the soft strawberry-scented pillows. Collapsed doggy.
And before you know it, Toji straightens up and lets the heel of one of his feet rest on the corner of your shoulder. “Tch- way too fucking long.” This angle lets his cock penetrate even deeper, and his bouldering tip pushes into every single slick-filled orifice inside. “How long should it take to find a pretty babe f’me who likes it rough—” And he fucks you rough. “-who likes it hard—” And he fucks you hard. “-who likes me disrespectin’ this pussy like she deserves. Now how hard should that be, hm?”
And you’re unsure whether he was genuinely expecting a response or not - but you’re letting out a blabber of something you hope is comprehensible either way. “I—mmm, notthathard-”
“Exactly.” Toji huffs out a short breath of laughter. Then his hands are on you—pushing on the base of your spine and arching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.
“O-ohhhhhh, harder-”
“Thought you said it wasn’t that hard? And throw in a little manhandling-” Arching. “Just a little dumbification.” Making you drool. He reaches his foot - just a little, just softly - up to put pressure on near your neck n’ restrict your air flow—he leaves you gasping and choking with every thrust. “A little choking- heh.” He looks you over. “Maybe a few daddy issues-”
“Hey!”
“And then you’ve got it. Perfectly matching. Now that shouldn’t be so hard, hm?”
But you can’t quite answer.
Because Toji’s fucking you so good- he’s thrusting his cock into yours like he wants his pelvis melded to yours ass. He’s crushing and draaaagging your limp body down the bed and into his strong arms.
It’s almost as if your bodies are communicating with a secret language, because whenever you’re bouncing back he’s angling juuuust right to swab into your g-spot, when you’re jerking forwards he’s chasin’ after that syrupy-sweet pussy of yours. Candied with glittering globs of his pre.
Creating a swatting sound so loud, creating a pressure between your legs so hard, that your ears start ringing—“Oh, p-please…”
“And y’know the only difference between you and me?” Toji’s still steamrolling his dirty sentences- and you can barely blink your eyes open past all the pleasure he’s giving you. But you must manage to make some noise of question, because he continues. “That agency categorized me as a DILF. And you’re no MILF…yet.”
A shockwave runs down your spine.
“Th-that means…”
Toji leans in and huffs. Clammy breath. “So that profile said something about a breeding kink?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 100.1% (?) MATCH!
“You’ve done it. I’m ah…not quite sure how- but you’ve done it.” Dr. Shoko breathes. And although the words are in her usual impervious tone of voice, there’s a quiver there at the end that, after weeks of appointments with the doctor, you’ve learned to pick out as foreign.
Dr. Ieiri Shoko never wavers.
You’re leaning in and attempting to peek at your file. “Is there something wrong, doctor?”
“Not unless you count breaking the program’s metric wrong.” She slides over the file - face down as though the documents inside would snap at her if she wasn’t careful - and you’re immediately flipping it open. Your eyes widen as they’re immediately drawn to the bold, underlined number of a 100.1% match shown at the top of the first page—you’re then meeting Shoko’s own widened gaze.
“Huh?”
“That’s putting it lightly.” Shoko opens her drawer and takes out two caplets of Extra Strength Tylenol and chugs them down—no water. She closes her eyes for a second to let them pass down her slender throat, and once she opens them again she’s immediately looking down at the file - as if hoping it had disappeared in the time.
But no such luck for Dr. Ieiri Shoko today.
She lets out a prolonged sigh and leans back in her chair. Enough time has passed that the two of you could forgo such formalities in the presence of the other, “I just…I just don’t know how that could happen. Mathematically and scientifically, it just doesn’t make sense. And yet, the program never makes a mistake- never.”
You understood her plight - you’d looked over (and passed on) your fair share of matches, and the highest you’d gotten was a 78% match with some guy called Atsumu Miya—you just had this nagging feeling that you’d find a greater match.
A stronger…chemistry with someone else.
And so you’d passed. And passed. And passed, until you were starting to feel that perhaps you’d never find a match greater than the 90% or even 80% statistics that the site often boasted. That is until…
Name: Nanami Kento
Age: 27
Occupation: Office worker
Category: Gentleman with a big D.
Primary likings: Service dom. Fitting. Milk him. (For a more detailed report on sexual proclivities and medical assessment, please see Page 9 onwards…)
Your eyes linger on those last two words of his Primary Likings section: milk him…
And immediately you’re feeling a thrill shoot up between your legs—causing them to squeeze together, causing Shoko’s eyes to quickly flicker down at the miniscule action. “Hm.” She types something on her keyboard - and you assume she’s shooting an email to one of the matchmakers in the program. “Maybe that’s what they mean by a match of 100.1%…”
White-hot embarrassment curls around your heart. “What? Oh, you’re incorrigible-”
“And you’re glad.” She smirks. “This is what you’re been waiting all this time for, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes…” You’re looking down at the passport-sized photo of Nanami on the front page. It was seemingly some sort of office photo he must’ve used in his resumes as well; and there he stood all sharp and aloof - almost bored - in a form-fitting suit and his blond hair pushed back smoothly, deep-set eyes almost piercing through the photocopied paper. Like an utter gentleman. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe.”
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.
.
“It’s okay, darling, you don’t have to take it all—”
“But I want to, Kento.”
There’s something so sensual - so utterly fucking erotic - about the way Nanami looks when he’s on the verge of pussydrunkness. Sprawled out on the love hotel mattress. Jawline dotted with your recently-made hickies. His thick thighs are tensing and untensing—just as you’re straddlin’ his hips just a little wider and taking in Nanami’s rock-hard, drippin’ wet cock.
A meek blush creeps up the man’s cheeks once you cup them.
You’re lifting Nanami’s handsome face up to meet yours, and keep such looong, loving eye contact as you’re sliding your hips down and gulping one more inch after inch. Thick inch after inch.
The poor man’s breath catches and he’s letting out a little whimper as Nanami’s hot girth fills you up tantalizingly. “Oh sh-shit—”
Your body arches into his. “Mmm, with such a big, pretty cock like this - how could I not?”
“P-pretty…” He repeats. Those golden-hazel eyes of his widen behind his glasses, and you swear you see them welling up with tears as you take him. “But darling, what if it’s too big?”
“It could never be too big.” You cock your head with a sultry smile. “We’re a 100.1% match, remember? That means…”
In emphasis, you’re swervin’ your hips down in a semi-circular motion that makes him drive even deeper.
“-every part of us matches.”
And then poor Nanami Kento - overworked, underpaid, going off of nothing but instant coffee and the smell of freshly-baked bread from the bakery near the office - is being ridden to heaven by your devilish hips. Up and down. Up and down. The way you’re digging your nails into his shoulders…the way you’re pushing your nipples up against his pecs, rubbing…the way you’re clenchin’ around his tip - right where he was the reddest and hottest and most sensitive - every time he probes inside.
A too-loud moan erupts from his lips—and Nanami immediately attempts to clamp his mouth shut.
But there’s no use. You’re watching with a knowing smile as you’re fucking such lasvicious moans n’ ribbons of spittle out of him. With every single squeeze.
Spit drips down the side of his mouth- and he shivers as you lean in and lick it away. “S-so that means…” He whispers. Almost to himself. Those pretty eyes of his keep starin’ down lovingly at the area you two were connected. “-this lovely lady is made for me?”
“If by ‘lovely lady’, you’re referring to my pussy…” You reply coyly. You throw your arms around him and tug on those precious golden curls at the nape of his neck. It makes a sexy grunt escape Nanami’s lips. “Then why don’t you find out?”
And Nanami doesn’t know why- he can’t help himself.
It’s just like…the more times he’s thrusting inside your cunt, semi-thrusts, the deeper he’s delving between those sweet pussylips, the more addicted he’s getting to it.
He’s reaching up and pressing down where he was fitting inside.
“Oh.” Nanami’s eyes grow heavy. Drunk on lust. A twinge of pain runs up your core as he squeezes a mere inch more, “Oh. I-is this okay?”
“Keep going.”
And he’s stretching you so much you can’t even begin to describe—
“Shiiiiit-”
“Does it hurt? I hope it doesn’t hurt-”
“No no- oh, more-”
“It’s true—” He spits. Beads of sweat plaster his temple, and his features twitch in pure carnal ecstasy as you squeeze your pretty legs tighter around him. A vein makes itself prominent on his neck. “Fuck, it’s true- she’s taking me so well-”
With a single thumb, he spreads apart your pussylips n’ watches his inches slip inside.
“And she’s so hungry for it, too.” Nanami looks up at you. “Do you think she’s been hungry for it all this time, my love? My cock?”
“Oh, I bet.” Throwing your head back—you’re practically plastered against Nanami’s surprisingly toned front. “Keep going, keep going, keep going, please- Kento—”
“Anything for you.”
And to be honest, Nanami Kento never saw himself as the wild type in bed.
For starters, he was a busy man—spreedsheets were his regular partner, and powerpoints were his mistress. And perhaps that was the exact reason Shoko, his lifelong friend, had signed him up for this stupid program. As much as Nanami had howled and huffed about the ethics of signing one’s friend up for this and ‘but he needs to work that day so he doesn’t need to do overtime…’ lo and behold there he found you.
Well, more like you found him.
Showing up so pretty and perfect for your first meeting in Shoko’s office—and when he’d seen that match measurement of 100.1%…Nanami felt a sudden flare of madness: that perhaps this entire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Your second meeting had been in this cramped love hotel.
And Nanami had meant to wine and dine you- he’d meant to…but here he was. Hand clamoring to clasp either side of your hips - leaving crescent nail marks. Hips pushing off the mattress in animalistic little jerks—not even propery fucking inside, just yearning to feel the carnal squeeze of your cunt—
He hits that one spot. And he knows he does.
Because Nanami’s feeling his rotund cockhead push apart your pussylips n’ then slip somewhere deeeeep inside - one velvety bundle of nerves that makes you moan uncontrollably. Just a few inches more and he’d be hitting your coveted cervix…
And he does, but it feels like whiplash.
Because soon enough Nanami’s flipped the two of you over so that the bed dips with your combined weight, with you being manhandled onto your back, and Nanami’s cock wedging deeper into your cunt than it’s ever gone before. Inch by inch. It’s a hypnotizing mix of pain and pleasure as he marks every nook, cranny, and crevice inside you with silky dollops of pre.
He finally fits.
And Nanami lets out a massive gasp - several - as though he’d just finished a marathon once he does so. “100.1%” He throatily repeats - whilst it feels like you’re squeezing him strong enough to milk him. You’re letting out a botched moan as he nudges against your cervix with the top of his smooth tip, smearing sprays of gooey precum—as if he’d go even deeper if he could.
“I wonder what the 0.1% is, my love?”
You’re not getting out of here alive.
♡ GETO SUGURU - 98% (UN)MATCH!
“This is so stupid- we have no bed chemistry.”
“Absolutely no chemistry.”
“Seriously no chemistry.”
“Not even an ounce of chemistry.”
“Then why’re you inside me?”
“Why’d you ask me to be inside you?”
“I’m the one asking the questions here-” You scoff—but you know he’s got you cornered. And by the smug expression on Geto Suguru’s stupidly handsome face, he knows that too.
Unfortunately for him - you’re never one to back down. And so you’re slightly lifting your hips off the sweat-sodden mattress, not giving the man a second of warning before you’re clamping your silken walls down haaaaard ‘round his cock—and you try to ignore just how good - and familiar - it feels to have him inside you.
There was the thickness of his cockhead - flared the most at the base and perfect to jostle apart your slutty channel like you wanted so badly. There was one- two- three of his most prominent veins, curved down the middle of his shaft and rubbing against your pulsating soft spots. There was the arch of his erection that meant he’d not only be pushed against your cervix- but also up at the roof of your cunt.
His breath hitches, and he’s letting his head throw back. Cute.
And you never did expect to be matched with your stupid ex on that stupid sexual matchmaking program.
Let alone actually have sex with him again.
Let alone this be your fourth round.
Name: Geto Suguru
Age: 28
Occupation: Prefers not to say
Category: Morally grey.
Primary likings: Degradation. Spitting. Choking. (For a more detailed report on sexual proclivities and medical assessment, please see Page 69 onwards…)
“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” Dr. Shoko had commented. “Maybe a little check-up-”
“No.” You’d responded. “I’m ah- fine. It’s just—what sort of a category is that?”
“You’d be surprised what our clients are into.” She looked at you with amusement. “And, it seems, you as well.”
You shrunk in the clinic seat in shame.
And the most infuriating part of all…was that the damn program had been correct.
Geto managed to string your body n’ your pleasure along as if it took him no effort—he’d memorized all your sweetest spots inside and it seems he’d never forgotten, he’d never hesitate before spankin’ on your throbbing clit because he already knows it’s going to set your body alight, he’d thrash and thrash his hips into yours because he was fucking angry. And you were, too.
So why did the two of you break up in the first place? Ah, let’s just say…that plans of world domination and date nights don’t go together that well.
But Geto, it seems, was a changed man (or so he said).
He’d dissolved his cult that he always refused to call a cult (or so he said). He was back to self-studying and mending his relationships (or so he said) except, of course, his one with you…
“Stop thinking about what an asshat I am, you always get that look when you think about what an asshat I am.” You’re hearing Geto scoff from above you—and he has the audacity to lean down and prod your furrowed brow relaxed. “S’gonna make me soft.”
“Join the club, I’m already dry.”
With a single - perfectly shaped - brow raised, Geto creeps his right hand down your side—letting those soft fingertips of his just lightly caress the front of your cunt. Your utterly sodden cunt. “That’s not what this pussy’s telling me?”
You’re scrambling onto your elbows. “Communication issues for two years and suddenly you’re the pussy whisperer?”
“Yes. Good that you’re catching up-” That very hand comes up to push you down—“Down, gorgeous- let’s do it my favorite position, hm?”
You scoff. “I don’t remember your favorite position.”
“Oh yeah? Then why’re you halfway down to a full nelson?”
And it was true—ah, for all your supposed pride and dignity, and the pep talk that you’d given yourself before the agency-organized dinner date that you would totally not fuck Geto Suguru no matter how handsome he looked…
But dammit, he’d worn his long hair down.
Of course, the two of you argued over your romantic dinner. Squabbling. Bickering. Making the server hold in his laughter every time you (admittedly immaturely yet albeit justifiably) swiped something off of Geto’s plate when he wasn’t looking; whatever one wanted to call it.
Of course, the two of you ended up at the love hotel a few minutes away from the restaurant; whatever one wanted to call it.
And currently you’re basking in the saturated, sickly-sweet strawberry scent bursting out in plumes from the love hotel pillows. “Eugh- I hate this smell.”
“Oh shush, you’re underneath me.” Geto got himself settled in the full nelson underneath you- and he doesn’t waste a single second before collectin’ a few trickles of slick on his right palm. He then grabs himself and coats his shaft in all the gossamer substance—pushing his perky tip against your hole. And then inside.
“O-ohhhhh—” Your voice cracks.
“Shut up, you’ve taken me more.” Geto spits- and at that very moment, you’re embarrassed to say that a carnal part of you twitches. And soon enough, he’s getting absolutely slathered in all those dewy droplets of sap that he’s missed so much since the break-up—absolutely claiming him, is what Geto likes to think. “And heh- based on what I read on your profile…me telling you to shut up just made you wetter-”
“A coincidence.” You sputter. “S-surely a coincidence.”
“Hmmm? And is it a coincidence that almost all those cute kinks on your profile were ones that I got you into?” He purrs- purrs.
“Not all- hngh, of them-”
“Maybe, but let’s be real, gorgeous—” And then Geto trails off - and it’s never a good sign when Geto trails off. Because that means- smack! As expected, his fingertips come slammin’ down until your clit’s swelling just a bit more, and his hips don’t slow down for a single second. You’re wincing as he keeps steamrolling. “-this pussy learned most of her tactics from me.”
What arrogance. Although you couldn’t lie- seeing Geto so worked up sent pangs of pleasure searing through every fibre of your body. And your favorite method to get him to shut up was to-
“Clench.” He’s gritting his teeth—hissing his words out through them, as he bucks his hips upwards- meeting your flutterin’ walls head-on with a sudden thwack! at your cervix. “Yeah- don’t think I don’t know about your secret technique-” Geto sounds crazed as he whispers in your ear, tone hitching and warbling with every second. But he still keeps going. “-and who taught you that clenchin’ so hard- clenching with the force of your core- feels so good?”
“I-I…” Saliva seeps into your mouth twofold now that Geto’s increasing his pace. He reaches over n’ licks that little splatter-
“I-I-I-I…” Geto mocks. “I don’t think you’re being truthful, girl~”
“It was you—” You’re yowling- attempting to stand upwards to perhaps get ahold of yourself - but the only thing you’re succeeding in doing is urging Geto to wrap his left arm around your neck and draaaaaaag you right back down.
You gasp at the sensation of his thick biceps; the firmness and strength held within them; the curves and dips of his muscles. “And who taught you that getting choked like this feels good?”
You’re so woozy- fuck, your head’s throbbing and you’re feeling the wadded-up remnants of cum Geto’s left behind from previous rounds. Harder and harder. Rougher, his balls keep slapping against the front of your sodden folds. “You…”
“And who taught you that this pussy feels better when m’being mean?”
“You—”
“And who’s getting back together with you?”
“You- wait, what?”
“Heh.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 92% MATCH!
Name: Kamo (Itadori) Choso
Age: ?*
Occupation: Student
Category: Hey, hey, hey EMO BOY!
Primary likings: Subbing. Getting pussydrunk. Shooting blanks. (For a more detailed report on sexual proclivities and medical assessment, please see Page 14 onwards…)
*Client became nervous after seeing the diagrams of sexual positions in the following forms and could not answer (EDIT: Later confirmed 23 but spiritually 150 (?)).
“Him?”
Dr. Shoko sits statuesquely before you. No change in her expression. Not even the slightest twitch in her fingers as she flips through your documents one more time.
After a moment of silence, she takes a deep breath and asks. “Erm- my apologies, but would I be right in assuming that you’re not attracted to hi-”
“No—no, no, no, no, no-”
“Ah- well, that’s one way to pass on a match-”
“No- that’s- that’s not what I meant.” Red-hot embarrassment, shot through with a spike of excitement once your eyes drop down to the profile of the man once more, curdles in your chest. And you’re sure you look quite frantic attempting to rescind…perhaps everything you’ve blurted out in the past five minutes. Dr. Shoko raises a brow. “Of course, I’m attracted to him.”
A knowing smile tugs at her lips. “Oh?”
“Yeah- of course.” You cough out. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Piercings glinting on his ears, snakebites on his lips, and a nervous - almost sheepish, but with a bring-your-daughter-home-at-2AM defiance - expression on his face. Just your type. “He’s perfect, actually.”
Dr. Shoko puts her documents down on the table and crosses her legs. “Then what seems to be the problem?”
“It’s just…I kinda know him?” You’re wincing. “We go to the same university- he does Japanese History, and I’ve seen him ‘round in the Anime Club.”
She hums. “Mm, you seem to know a lot about him.”
You almost sputter- “J-just as much as the average person would…But the thing is that on campus he just looks a little…different? I guess? Imagine your typical nerd—glasses, vests, knows one too many things about Tolkien, cute.” Dr. Shoko throws you a look—nerds were a close second on your list of types, okay?! And you’d always believed Choso was cute even before all this sprucing up. “Anyways. That sort of thing.” And then you’re taking a second look at the photograph on his profile - maybe the distance would help you see him clearly? And nothing. “And now…”
Everything else matched up.
It was just in his photograph where he looked like he belonged in an early 2000’s emo band.
You let out a slight gasp. “Is he catfishing m-”
“No. Although that would be a little entertaining to see…” Dr. Shoko mutters that last part to herself- “However, Mr. Kamo has shown up to every appointment in exactly this style. Could it be that perhaps he prefers one style for university, and the other in private?”
“Probably.” You sigh. And you see that look on her face- you know that look on her face. “Oh, fine. We both know I want you to match us.”
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.
.
“Fuh-fuck pleeeease—” Veins, reddened and irritated, snake down the expanse of Choso’s neck - and you’re not surprised. Not when Choso kept twitchin’ and bucking with every single fwop! of your cunt slamming down onto his hips, letting his cock rover deeeeeply inside.
Oh-so-deeply.
You’ve got the poor man sat up against the headboard of this crappy love hotel. You’ve got his face pushed between your tits, as you’re bouncing your hips up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
Cute suctioning noises let off where he’s glued his mouth to one of your tits, letting his cheeks hollow as he suckles. “Please- ngh.” Unabashed tears roll down Choso’s cheeks, “Do you really think I can cum again?” Ending his sentence with a single jagged thrust inside your gooey depths.
“But of course.” You purr—purr. It’s enough to make Choso shudder, ravenous cock twitching. “Because I said so. And what did I say about me saying so?”
“M-mommy’s always right when she says so…” He responds- cheeks burning such a sweltering red.
“Hah…” Leaning down you kiss him- at least, it starts off a kiss. But soon enough you have your tongue sliding across his bottom lip, playing with the sexy snake bites that pierce through the nerd’s lower lip. Always with his nose stuck in a book—you’re kicking yourself for not noticing the holes sooner. “Not so tough now, are you?”
You’ve been teasing him for what feels like eons - but in reality has been about two…maybe three…maybe seven rounds cooped-up inside this love hotel - now; and it’s enough to set Choso on all sorts of edges. Choso can’t speak. Choso can’t form a single thought. Choso can’t control his body- what the fuck he can’t…Unable to stop himself from constantly yearning that sweet pressure that comes from striking the flat surface of the back of your pussy—
His hips are stinging. But he’s still pushing and pushing and pushing.
“Just one more, then?” He asks. Tears in his eyes.
“Awwww- you really are an emo boy. I can’t believe you had the entire campus fooled for years now.” You snicker- watching as his eyes narrow…first in exasperation, and then in ecstacy as you’re squeezing ‘round his cock. “Mhm. Just one more- mommy has to reward you for losing your virginity, doesn’t she?” You ask. Expectedly, Choso nods and nods.
That had been the entire reason for his participation in this program, it seems - the poor thing wanted to get some experience. And you couldn’t blame him—nor be nice to him. According to his profile, Choso liked it when he was fucked hard- no experience and already thinking like a freak, huh? He was definitely your type.
Tapping at your chin in an exaggerated display of thinking.
“But mommy’s wondering….where is my nerd gonna cum?”
His eyes go wide. Breath hitching, “Please-”
“I mean- maybe you could pull out and I could milk you onto the blanket—?” Dramatically, the other man’s lower lip quivers as a sob threatens to break through. So many rounds and he still hadn’t cum inside - you’d gotten him everywhere: on your stomach, on your tits, between your thighs, on your tongue. Everywhere but inside. “Hmmm. Nope.”
He perks up.
“How about my mouth again?”
Choso shakes his sweaty head.
“I wanted to- hngh—” It’s so tough for him to speak when he’s actively trying not to fall apart at the seams.
“Oh, what’s that?” Your eyes go wide. “Don’t feelin’ my mouth wrapped around your cock, Choso- is it?”
He shudders at the mere imagery of that. Every single thrust had him threatening to spill inside—those gossamer ribbons were flooding your entrance n’ starting to drip down your thighs. “No-”
“No?”
“No, no, no, no—I love your mouth-” He sputters. “-m-mommy…” And even though it’s already been so long, Choso was still wearing those chunky rings depicting skulls and such on- gliding them up and down your back soothingly. “I love every part of you. But I just really…really…really wanted to cum inside this time-” Peeking up at you through tear-stained lashes. “…if that’s okay with you?”
He looked so pretty, it was hard not to cave in then and there.
But you had to stand firm. “Nuh uh…I don’t know.” Tapping at your chin once more. “M’honestly a little hurt that you’d hide this emo side of yourself, Choso.” Leaning down to whisper into his ear- his silver studs glint. “Especially when emo boys with big dicks just make me sooooooo fuckin’ wet—”
Choso startles as though he’d been electrocuted. “I-if I’d known that then I would’ve told you in a heartbeat, mommy-”
“Ah, sweet-talking me now?” You wave. “What other secrets are you hiding, Mr. Kamo Choso?”
And it’d been a rhetorical question, something to make your poor boy squirm—honestly! But perhaps you should’ve expected that with Choso’s fried, pussydrunken brain he wouldn’t have caught onto the toying tone of your voice. That he would’ve blushed- and confessed.
“A-actually the only reason I joined was to get experience-” You raise a brow as you’d already known that. “-so that if- when I actually found the courage to ask someone out, then I’d be less likely to disappoint them in bed…”
Your lips quiver. “Oh, Cho.”
And then you’re wrapping your arms around Choso’s head - pushing his face deeper into your clammy tits, skin-against-skin - you’re running your fingers through his hair, soothing, as Choso keeps fuckin’ away into you.
You whisper against his clammy forehead, “Cum inside, baby.”
And he does with a broken groan—long, lengthy ribbons of cum decorating the interior of your cunt. “Th-thank you, mommy.” He whimpers. They cling onto the outer ring of your entrance- which Choso has to push inside with a flicker of his thumb. The heat floods you instantly - bursts and bubbles of warmth spreading from your core, every single time that Choso twitches with another pang of pleasure- and his cockhead bursts out in cum.
Choso might be an utter sweetheart, but his cock was not-
He thwacks! out a few more creamy wads, and when he’s finally done and shooting blanks- Choso accumulates those dollops on the tip of his cock all to smear them at the bottom of your pussy. That sweet, sweet cervix.
“C-can I tell you another secret, baby?” He sobs.
“Of course, Choso.”
“You. It’s you.”
You free him from your embrace to look at him properly.
“It’s you that I’ve been wanting to ask out.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - HE MATCHED?!
“Wait- who…?”
“The King of Curses.” Dr. Shoko responds with a straight face. Too straight. You needed her to crack a smile- you needed her to tell you that this was a joke. “At least—that’s what he calls himself, and we did have to track down his records to find out his actual name.”
Name: ITADORI (RYOMEN) SUKUNA
Age: 32
Occupation: ‘It’s complicated’.
Category: Rough n’ tough
Primary likings: ROUGH. Partners in lingerie. DP. (For a more detailed report on sexual proclivities and medical assessment, please see Page 55 onwards…)
“What does he mean by his occupation being…‘it’s complicated’?” You squint at the man’s profile.
“He wanted to put ‘King of Curses’ for that, too.” Dr. Shoko takes a long swig of her coffee. “Goodness knows I couldn’t figure that out even with a PhD. But it’s a lot more flattering than putting ‘Loitering’, isn’t it?”
“He loiters.” You ask.
“Hopefully a forgivable crime.” She nods.
And, sure, you didn’t give a shit about the loitering—what instead caught your attention was the little matchmaking measurement that was on the top of the page. Or at least supposed to be. Instead of a percentage like all your previous passes had, this time was greeted you instead was a simple note: MATCH MADE!
And underneath it was a few semi-erased notes from who you assume to be the matchmakers spelling out- ‘Thank goodness.’ ‘We thought the day would never come-’ ‘Take him off our hands, please!!’
Dr. Shoko catches you staring at them and promptly shuts your file for you. “It’s just ah- your match seems to have a bit of a…reputation here, you see?”
You ask, “A reputation? Is he some weirdo?”
“Well that’s one way of putting it…” She mutters to herself-
“What was that-”
“Nothing!” Dr. Shoko clears her throat, and smooths her mask of professionalism. “To be quite frank with you, Sukuna was one of our first clients—and we’ve been operational for quite some time now, and yet Sukuna never matched with anyone. If it wasn’t an extremely low percentage, then a match didn’t get past the interview stage- especially because Sukuna himself can be a little…intimidating. At one point we just started showing him the profiles first, expecting pass after pass.” She gives you a meaningful look. “But for the first time, it seems, the King of Curses has found himself interested.”
You don’t know how to interpret the little quirk of a smirk on her lips. “I see.” Flipping the file back open, you’re taking in those smoldering crimson eyes, that pink hair. He was handsome, that was for sure- and he sounded like such a character.
You can’t help but find yourself, perhaps, a little interested as well.
“But of course, it’s completely up to you. And I can pass this one and get some more matches lined up if-”
“Nah. No need to pass, Dr. Shoko.”
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“Now do a little spin f’me- atta girl.”
Just about three dates - and you’d discovered that the pink-haired man honestly wasn’t too bad. A little eccentric- alright, very eccentric. He spoke in extremely old-fashioned Japanese and knew far too much about cannibalism, but other than that you thought him to be just fine. Handsome, too.
Just an hour into your romantic dinner at that one fancy French restaurant downtown. Just a glance at the nearby love hotel before you’re both huddling inside one cramped room, Sukuna tugging off his coat before he bore you with a strappy black lingerie set.
It barely covered…well, anything.
And that seemed to be just how he liked it.
Not even needing to tug those panties of yours to the side before he’s pressin’ his plump tip against your pussylips. Both so sensitive that the contact makes you hiss—and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as soon as he starts to enter. “O-ohhh-”
“Hey- hey—” Of course, it’s not long before you’re feeling one of his roughened hands come and lightly tap your cheeks. It makes you snap out of your little daze and discover that Sukuna had entered a few inches - barely halfway through - but it still felt like he was touching your deepest throat. “Ya have the King of Curses right before you and you’re not even looking at him? Tch-”
Without warning, he pummels just a little deeper. Just a tender caress of his zig-zagging veins along your wet channel-
“C’mon, woman—” Sukuna grumbles. “Literally what could be so interesting inside the back of yer skull? Look at me- look at how well m’fucking you.”
“S-so good…” You’re blabbering out, as soon as your senses are returning. Because the stark sensation of Sukuna streaking your insides was mind-numbing - you don’t think you’ve ever taken anyone this big before.
“Never?” Fuck- you said that out loud?! His smirk makes your heart race- honed canines all on display. “Well buck up, brat.” He taps the side of your hips - and too late does it register as a signal to fuck your hips back down onto his pummeling ones. Funneling your cunt so fucking tight with all his inches. “Because if it takes you this long ta take me regularly, then we might just be here all night trying to get you to take…heh-”
The hairs on your body raise.
You bite down on your lower lip. “Your…second one?”
Sukuna chuckles. “No.” Reaching upwards - not caring if it’s making your hamstrings scream so deliciously at the stretch - Sukuna leans his sticky forehead against yours n’ kisses your lips. Tongue and all. He finally whispers as he parts, “It’ll be yours.”
And just a few more thrusts, a few more whack-whack-whacks! of his thickened cock reaching your deepest depths possible. He was just so big and his thrusts were just so vicious—you’re floating through a haze of pleasure when you feel it…that cold press of silicone against your precious orifice.
You’re jerking up with a yelp. “Shit- hngh, you’re putting it in now?”
“Hah? Duh.” Sukuna scoffs. “Why? Unless you don’t wish to-”
“I’m just wondering what took you so long.”
Sukuna seems stunned for one second- two. Before the King quickly snaps out of it to pleasure the sopping line of your cunt with his silicone dildo—“Dirty girl.”
Because what’d intrigued you the most on his profile was one thing: double penetration. And Ryomen Sukuna took it seriously—he’d slathered that impressive size - molded after himself, he’d told you - with a passion fruit-scented lube before starting to crown it at your entrance. The very same pussy he was stuffed in, too.
His cock throbs away wildly inside you as Sukuna squeezes- and squeezes. And you wince at the mixture of pain and pleasure - that utterly wiiiiiild stretch making your mind dazed. “Keep going.” You beg. “P-please- keep going, Kuna—”
“Kuna?” You can’t tell if he’s feigning outrage or he’s serious. He tugs your body into his- using one of your lingerie straps. “How ridiculous- fuck, and just for that- don’t expect me to go easy on ya, brat.”
And then it’s both. At the same time.
He started off nicely—surprisingly. He started off just shuffling his thick, throbbing cock behind and stuffing the orifice of your cunt with the purple-colored dildo. He started off so-
And then you’d gotten just a tad too mouthy and Sukuna’s letting the globular, slick-glazed edge of the dildo rover all over - aaaaaall around the first ring of your entrance, and then smearing apart your channel to search for your sweet spots inside. Competing - fucking competing - with his own cock to massage your spots the best. It takes one hand clawed onto your hip n’ pinning you down with all his weight to actually squirm the dildo inside you.
Shivers run down Sukuna’s spine as he feels his sensitive shaft rub against the firm silicone. Uuuuuuup rubbin’ his skin against the material. And down. Uuuuup and down. Uuuuup and down.
Fucking you twice over.
Such looooong and lecherous slides of your overstuffed pussy- “Look at her go.” The King drags you back using a strappy ribbon from your lingerie, glances down and snickers. “She’s just so hungry, huh?”
“C-can feel you all the way in my throat.” You whimper.
“That’s nothing, wait till you feel me in your cervix.”
And he’s bottoming out. Twice.
“Fuck, how I’m glad you found me.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - INFINITY% MATCH?!
Dr. Ieiri Shoko sits before you in her office, and she looks as though she wished she was doing anything but.
Now, you’re sure this wasn’t anything personal - after all, you’ve met with Dr. Shoko for numerous appointments prior, and each time she’d been cordial if not nice. You’ve filled out all your forms. You haven’t been late to an appointment. You made sure during each appointment to be open-minded and thoughtful about your potential matches.
So…what?
What could have happened in the thirty-six hours between your last appointment (six passes that day) and the sudden frantic phone call you’d gotten this morning regarding the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT? You’d rushed over - still half-asleep and attempting to tug on your pants - as soon as you could, sure that perhaps today would be the day you find your perfect match and-
“Ehem- today is the day you’ll be looking over your perfect match.” Ah- what? Still jolted by Dr. Shoko’s sudden change in demeanor, it takes a second for the excitement to hit you.
You gasp. “Seriously? A perfect match?”
“Well…perfect would be overselling it…” She mutters to herself- and then catches your look of confusion. “Ah- mathematically and scientifically, the numbers are perfect of course. A 99.99% match.”
“Then, what seems to be…”
“It just seems that your match is a little-” Dr. Shoko waves her hands in the air, searching for the word.
“Eccentric?”
“No.”
“Odd?”
“No.”
“Crazy.”
“Almost.” She sighs, looking far more exhausted than the last time you saw her. Far more exhausted. The bluish splotches beneath her eyes crinkle as she grimaces, “Apologies. I’m not that good at describing Lovecraftian monsters.”
You chuckle- before you realize. “Wait, what?”
“But—onto the profiles, we don’t have all day and I have about thirty more appointments.” She shoots you a look. “And none of them above 60%, I fear.” Then turning towards her second door - the one connecting her office to one of the building’s laboratories - she calls. “You can come out now!”
The door clicks open immediately- as if whoever was on the other side had been waiting impatiently to be called, fidgeting, hand already on the door handle.
And in walks a tall, white-haired man—although he couldn’t have been more than thirty or so, wearing a sterile white scientist’s coat and thin-rimmed glasses. There were a few Digimon stickers on his shoes, and his name tag read: PROF. GOJO SATORU.
He was cute- you had to give him that.
Dr. Shoko takes one look at your face and sighs.
You’re immediately straightening up. “E-erm, hello.” And the man bows rapidly- sputtering out greetings and introductions a mile a minute, that you don’t even catch them. “Ah…I believe you have my match profile?”
The other woman smacks her forehead. “He is your match profile.”
You gape. “What?”
Gojo practically beams- fuck, he really was too cute. He immediately reaches over and grasps your hand—then unabashedly kisses the back of it. Such a loud mwah! “Your pleasure to meet me, sweetheart.”
From the corner of your vision, you see Dr. Shoko download a resignation letter template. “Please…you’re all he’s been talking about for the past two days-”
“Like a true romantic~” Gojo trills.
“-pass on him and put us all out of our misery…please. I beg of you.”
You look at the miserable Shoko- and then you look at Gojo.
.
.
.
“So…” Gojo’s breath sticks to the side of your neck, utterly syrupy, and his cock sticks to the goopy insides of your cunt.
They wouldn’t have been able to pull him out with a wrench, he can tell you that much-
Because you were swallowing him up whole—little mewls leaving the gap between your lips, little dribbles of slick going down the corners of your mouth - ones he’s nearing towards and licking right off your face. Gojo’s chunky glasses crush against the side of your temple. His fingers dig deeper into your soft flesh. “-it seems I have fallen victim to my own creation.”
Gojo Satoru had you pushed against his clinical desk; it’d been long since Dr. Shoko had wrapped-up your first meeting (and gone to take a lay-down on her examination bed). Meanwhile Gojo had valiantly volunteered to give you ‘an insightful and educational’ tour around the laboratories.
The first place he took you to was his private office.
…The first place he took you to, neither of you could keep your hands off each other.
“Th-the program?” You’re babbling. Your hands grasp the edge of his desk- a plumage of documents soar upwards as you’re struggling and failing a few times- he was just fucking you so good. “How are you falling victim—”
“Because when I wanted to figure out a way to lose my virginity, I didn’t expect it to be this good—!” Gojo bursts out in confession. And you’re feeling the full impact of his statement- and the rough slam of his cockhead against the back of your pussy.
“S-so this was all…” Your mouth gapes - and you’re not quite sure whether it was because of the sudden confession, or the increasing force of his hips. “-a scheme to pop your cherry?!”
“Erm, actually- I wouldn’t say scheme—” Gojo huffs. Those thick-framed glasses of his kept sliding down his nose due to the force of his thrusts, and he was smearing his pretty face against your shoulder to keep pushing it up. “I am- was a virgin, heh…”
He takes a glance down at where the two of you were sloppily connected - those swollen folds of yours spread so wiiiiiide open around his long cock - and instantly, he’s hypnotized.
For a beat.
Two.
“—Satoru.” Honestly- you have to give him a good clench to snap him back to his senses. Otherwise you’re sure he would’ve kept funneling you full of his cock until one or both of your bodies gave out—he just seemed addicted. Tingling with desire. He wanted you. He needed you.
Every single second he was reeling his hips back- Gojo was angry just until he could rover his thickened inches back inside n’ bash your very cervix. Again. And again. And again and again.
And Gojo’s pushing his glasses up with a huff. “What if I was having a telepathic conversation with your pussy?”
You gape. “Shoko’s right, you’re crazy-”
“Yeah yeah-” He sighs as if he’s heard that one before. Many, many times. With a roll of those blue eyes, Gojo keeps explaining - not slowing down for a single split-second. “I was a virgin with too much time between my extra credits and three honors degrees, okay? So instead of being a lunatic and going out to actually meet people, I did what any sane person would do…”
“Create the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT-”
“I created the BIG BANG THEORY PROJECT!” It was almost…cute just how passionate he was getting. And it certainly helped that the more excited he got, the more his twitchin’ tip splurged out precum. Flinching it into all sorts of little hidden spots inside you—“A cutting-edge matchmaking system that pairs partners’ sexual proclivities-”
He leans against you- and it feels like a furnace, in the best way. Gojo’s blushing cheek against yours. Gojo’s aching cock against your cunt.
He’s scouring the silken depths of your cunt and ramming into that one spot- “The Gräfenberg spot.” Gojo titters to himself. “Erm- I did my reading…” By now he wasn’t even pulling his hips off of yours- glued to those stinging ass cheeks of yours, he’s plasterin’ every nook inside you with his precum. “And the fact that we’re a near-100% match must mean one thing—”
Gojo cums from pure excitement.
He cums from pure excitement. White-hot pouring into the depths of your cunt, slathering it in an oily layer of his cum.
You almost don’t dare to ask. “And wh-what does that mean?”
“That next I must make a pregnancy program!”
Too caught up in the moment; the two of you don’t register the light buzz of your phone.
A text from Shoko.
A/N. IDK why working on their profiles was so unserious shsdhsd-
"Awwww look at you in your jammies!!" You coo over the photo Zayne's mom had sent you.
He looks no older than 4, in a soft blue pyjama set and the matching hat and slippers. Even more adorable is the seal plushie in his arms, the size of it nearly dwarfing him.
"I've never seen this photo." Zayne mutters, leaning over to peer at it. You can't stop gushing, feeling an overwhelming sense of cuteness aggression.
"You were just the cutest! Look at your little hat!" Your face hurts from smiling, while Zayne has begun to squirm at the feeling of being the object of your affection. You'd think he'd be used to it by now.
"It was part of the ensemble." He mutters, ears bright red. You can't help but laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"It was a very cute ensemble." You whisper in his ear, letting your teeth scrape him just enough to make him shiver.
"I'm glad you think so. My mother mentioned she has a green one in storage."
"Really? Why wouldn't she put you in it?"
Zayne smiles coyly, and is no longer as shy as he was a moment ago, leaning forward to press a few kisses to your mouth.
"She bought it recently. Just in case." His hand begins to slide up your shirt, the cool metal of his wedding ring making you sigh.
"In-in case of what?" You already know, but you need to hear him say it.
"Well, our baby will need their own jammies too, right?"
squirting on your pervy neighbor!toji's cock all night
He’s fucking you stupid, legs hiked in the air, cocking stretching you open nearly splitting you in half. His big strong arms hold your legs behind your head, locking them in place as he drills his cock into you over and over again.
You’ve just been so horny lately and nothing has been able to satisfy you. Not your fingers, not your vibrator, not your dildo. Nothing. You needed the real thing. It was driving you crazy how much your poor pussy was throbbing, soaking wet at the thought of a thick cock breeding you, filling you up, making you cum until you were a stupid mess. The only person you knew who was willing to do just that…was of course your neighbor. The one who spies on you every night, watching you from his bedroom window while you squirt all over your dildo.
You’re not innocent either. A part of you puts on a show for him, getting off on him watching you, cumming to you, being obsessed with you. What could go wrong? He’s older and not to mention so damn attractive. His big muscles, and tall stature with a sculpted face and green eyes. God, you should’ve fucked him sooner if you knew it was going to be this good. The other guys you’ve been with don’t even compare to him by a long shot.
“Aweee, look at you squirting again,” he laughs breathlessly, still pumping his cock into your sopping wet hole.
You watch, fixated on the way his veiny cock fucks you…in and out…in and out…in and out. It’s addicting. At this point you’re convinced he can go all night, folding and twisting you into positions you never even thought possible. You can’t even speak, that’s how good it feels, that’s how much he’s clouded your brain. You’ve even gone far enough to let him record this whole thing and honestly, you can’t wait to watch it back and fuck yourself to it. He’s dumbed you down to nothing but a cock hungry slut.
No matter what, your pussy sucks him right back in, squeezing and clenching around him like you don’t want him to go. And you don’t. How could you let go of cock this good? You’d be insane to. He pulls out with a loud squelch, a loud whine leaving your lips with how empty you feel inside, pussy clenching around nothing. He laughs at you, tossing you onto your plush bed where he grabs your quivering legs and spreads them for the camera to see.
One, two, three slaps to your swollen clit, each slap making you jolt, whimpering, begging for more. “Such a dumb little thing, aren’t you baby?” He slaps your cunt again. “You just want nothing but cock, huh?” He coos, gripping your chin and placing a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips. His much larger frame mounts yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders, his cock slipping right inside, every inch going deeper and deeper until his balls are touching your ass.
His hips slam into yours, pinning you in place as he fucks you hard and deep. Incoherent mumbles are all that you can muster, your entire body overcome with so much pleasure and ecstasy that it goes limp. You were craving cock so much and you finally got it, but it seems like your body is never satisfied. Round after round, orgasm after orgasm…you need more. Before you know it, you’re squirting again, soaking your bedsheets below you.
He grunts loudly in your ear, each slam of his hips takes your breath away, leaving you gasping for air. It’s messy, sticky, all in between, but nothing you don’t love, nothing doesn’t make your cunt throb even harder for him. A lazy smile appears on your face, staring at the man above as he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock, burying himself so deep inside you it felt like you could feel him in your stomach.
“Look at the fucking smile. You’re loving this,” he rasps out. All you can do is nod, biting down on your lower lip as you imagined just how long he’s waited for this moment. You’ve always teased him, purposely asking for help, wearing your tightest and shortest clothes around him. All of that pent up energy was getting put to good use now. “Shitttt, this pussy is about to make me cum—oh fuck,” he moans, thrusting harder, sloppier. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…keep squeezing me, baby—yesss!”
He throbs inside of you, a loud and guttural moan echoing through the house as he bottoms out inside of you, hot spurts of cum coating your gummy walls, spilling from within you. “Nnngh! Nnngh!” He grunts, still cumming.
“More! More!” You beg, heart pounding against your chest. Lucky for you, he didn’t plan on stopping after just one orgasm. He began slamming into you again, both of moaning like a couple of pornstars—and at this rate you might as well be. Your cunt squelches loudly with each movement of his hips, more cum dripping down and creating a mess. His swollen tip nudges against your g-spot over and over, driving you to another orgasm quicker than you thought.
Your pussy gushes once again, screaming and shaking with pleasure. Toji pulls away, wanting to take in the sight of your juices mixing with his cum. He watches the way it drips down to your ass and then to the bed, a malevolent smirk on his face when you can’t stop quivering. “O-oh…fuckkkkk!” You clench the sheets with your fists, toes curled as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He leans in, gripping your chin, his tongue slipping past your lips as he sloppily kissed you, biting at your bottom lip. You kiss him back, desperate and hungry, moaning into the kiss as he pulls you up towards him. His free hand roams your body, groping your marked tits and down to your ass, gripping the plump flesh and playfully spanking it. Both of you sit there just making out, chests pressed against each other.
He slowly pulls away, looking at you. You flutter your lashes at him, your lips wet and swollen from the kiss. “Bend over for me, baby,” he instructs, his hands guiding you in the position he wants. Your back is arched, ass high in the air, face in the mattress, giving him full view. “Look at your pussy covered in my cum…looks so damn good. Lemme show the camera, baby.” He reaches over, grabbing your phone. His fingers run along your sticky slit, filming the mess between your legs. “‘Mmmm, goddamn,” he whispers under his breath. “Should I make it more messy?” He pans the camera towards you where you’re looking back over your shoulder. You nod. “Yeah? Good girl.”
He spits right onto your asshole, letting the glob drip down to your cunt, using his thumb to rub it in. He does it once more, earning a small moan from you when he massages it in again. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He watches the way your cunt clenches as he toys with your ass, knowing that he’s teasing you, wanting you to beg. “You like when I do that, hm?” He aims the phone towards you again.
Your eyes shut as you lick your lips, nodding at his question. “Feels good,” you mumble, pushing your ass back against him for more. “Feels really good.”
He aims it back down towards your ass, grabbing ahold of his cock as he rubs his dripping tip over your hole. “What about that, baby?” He hears you moan loudly into the sheets, earning a chuckle from him. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, I love it. Keep pushing that ass against me.” He teases your hole more, rubbing his tip up and down, in circles, nudging against it as if it was going to push in.
“Mmmm, stop teasing please!” You’ve never done anal before but god was the thought of it making your pussy drip. “Please, please, I want it.” Like your hips have a mind of their own, you keep pushing against him, hoping to feel more, hoping to feel him inside. “Pleaseee—ahhh! Ah! Shit!” Your eyes widen, feeling the slow stretch as he pushes his tip inside. He waits until you’re slightly adjusted to push in more, allowing you to catch your breath.
He’s capturing this whole thing up close, watch the way you tightly wrap around his cock, and seeing you stretch open for him. He pushes in more, slowly, your body already so overwhelmed with pleasure that you didn’t expect to be squirting again. “Oh shit!” He laughs. “Damn, baby I didn’t even start and you’re squirting already.”
You cry out into the mattress, quivering below him as he slowly pushes in more, nearly bottoming out. “We’re almost there,” he lowly grunts, feeling you squeeze around him even more as you come down from your high. “Relax,” he softly says. Finally, every inch of him is in, and you know you’re in for a wild ride. If you already came just from him putting it in, how many times will you cum when he starts actually fucking you? He’s going to keep turning you into a dumb mess every hour. “Good girl. Keep still until you’re ready.”
It’s going to be a long night…
read part 1 here
apologies for how vile this is I was having a moment
your boyfriend, ushijima wakatoshi, is an absolute unit of a man ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
and he doesn't even realize!
cw: none! pure fluff, art by Freaka_LoonyZ
He has this habit of appearing in your house after dinner, hair wild from the wind and jacket half off when you open the door for him. The first times he did it, he used to text you beforehand, a short message that sounded more like a warning than a simple "Can I come over?" and before you could answer, he's already knocking at your door. Now he just appears unannounced, usually around 9 p.m, you've thought about giving him a spare key so you don't have to get up every time he's there, but that probably will freak him out.
After you open the door with a lazy smile, he bows his head a little as a greeting, always asking you if he may step inside. Then it's always the same routine, he takes off his shoes, jacket and t-shirt and follows you to your bed without saying a word. Sometimes he searches for your hand to guide him through your apartment, sometimes he doesn't.
You lay in bed first, getting comfortable under the sheets and then it's Ushijima's time to accommodate himself next to you. His cuddling positions also vary, today, he decided to fully drop himself on top of you like a dead weight.
"Hi," he mutters, hiding his face on your neck.
"Hi, baby. How was your day?" you ask him softly, threading your nails in his soft hair.
"Mmm." Good. After more than a year of dating, you perfectly understand the translations of whatever syllables he mutters when he's tired.
You smile into his hair, leaving a kiss on top of his head. He squirmed a little, pressing his hands in your sides, which means that he's blushing now and he's not lifting his head until the redness of his face is gone.
"Did you miss me today?" you say, trying to hide the smile on your face as you keep playing with the short hairs at his neck.
"Mhm." Yes.
"I missed you too, you didn't text me all day." You tug on his hair, knowing damn well that it doesn't hurt him at all, but it's enough to tease him.
"Sorry," he mumbles, leaving a soft kiss behind your ear as an apology like he always does when he messes something up with you.
You giggle, scratching his back. "I wasn't angry, Toshi, jus' joking."
"Oh." You didn't even realize he was tense until he relaxes again, letting his whole weight press over your body.
Some minutes pass, you ask him soft questions and he intertwines his hand with yours at some point, he mumbles something so you keep scratching his back. It's all so calm and simple, and suddenly, you start to be uncomfortable.
The problem with your boyfriend is that he's huge. He knows he's tall but he doesn't know that he's strong as well, that he takes up space. Right now, his feet are dangling off the bed while he's fully on top of you, restricting your breathing. You think about a way of telling him to not get him pouty.
"Toshi," you whisper after kissing his temple again, now you have him flustered there's no way he's going to get sad. "You're crushing me."
"No." And he buries himself deeper into your neck, if that's possible.
Oh, great!
"Baby, you are. You're heavy," you say slowly, pushing lightly with one of your hands because he has the other locked with his forever.
"I'm not heavy."
You blink, biting down a laugh. Is he gaslighting you on accident? You shift under him again, but it's like trying to move a breathing wall. His chest presses so solidly against yours that each breath you take feels smaller than the last.
"Toshi," you try once more, keeping your tone light and sweet, fingers still tangled in his hair. "Baby, I can't breathe properly. You're gonna turn me into a pancake."
He makes a tiny sound in the back of his throat, in complete denial that he is that heavy, and nuzzles closer. His hand squeezes yours a little tighter, thumb brushing circles over your skin. It's so gentle it almost makes you forget how heavy he actually is.
You smile softly against his temple, pressing another kiss there. "If you don't move a tiny bit, I'm gonna die of drowning right here in my own bed."
That does it.
Ushijima goes completely still for a second, the words take a moment to sink in, then he lifts his head just enough for you to catch the wide-eyed look on his face. His cheeks are still faintly pink from earlier, but now there's a flash of real worry there. Without another word, he pushes himself up with those strong arms, careful not to jostle you too much, and rolls all the way to the very edge of the bed.
The sudden rush of cool air on your chest makes you inhale deep and you can't help the quiet laugh that bubbles up. He's lying there on his side now, as far away as he can get without falling off, one arm hanging awkwardly off the mattress. His hair is even messier than when he arrived, sticking up in every direction and he won't quite meet your eyes.
"Sorry," he mutters, it sounds so small coming from someone his size. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Your heart melts right there. You turn toward him, reaching out to tug gently at his wrist until he scoots just a little closer. Not enough to crush you again, but close enough that you can trace your fingers along his jaw.
"Come back here," you whisper, soft as a secret. "You didn't hurt me. I just needed some air, that's all. You're my favorite weighted blanket, even if you're too good at it sometimes."
He finally glances at you, the awkward furrow between his brows softening. Slowly, letting him test the waters, he shifts back toward the middle of the bed. His hand finds yours again and he carefully brings it up to press a shy kiss to your knuckles.
You pull him in until your noses brush. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"Mm," he hums, the sound vibrating between you. His free hand comes up to rest lightly on your waist, thumb stroking the edge of your shirt. "Me too."
a/n: don't ask me why but he was such a complicated character to figure out. thank you @fancy-possum for helping me with this<33
synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)
ZAYNE
You don't even hear him come home.
You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.
Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.
"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.
You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.
"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.
"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.
"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.
"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"
"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."
SYLUS
It couldn't possibly be that important, right?
Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.
He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.
A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.
"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.
He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.
"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.
Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.
"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.
"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"
VALKO
As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.
"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.
"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.
"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.
"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.
You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.
"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.
"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.
"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.
"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.
"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."
Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.
“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”
Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver.
And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.
But it was too late.
“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”
And he meant it.
Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.
And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.
The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.
“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”
Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”
“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”
Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”
“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”
“Louder.”
You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”
“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”
Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”
“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”
Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song.
Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-
“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?”
And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like. Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”
Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?
Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.
And there’s so much of it.
“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole.
Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.
“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life
“Ken-”
“...”
“Ken.”
But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.
In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-
Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”
He was addicted. Gone.
“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”
Oh.
If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still.
It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-
Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips.
“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.
You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”
“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”
You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.
Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-
“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra, thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”
Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.
“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”
Baby.
Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now.
Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”
“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”
Drop you?
Drop you?
God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”
Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.
“Promise?”
Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft.
“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”
And he doesn’t.
God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars.
Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit.
You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”
God, you were going to be the death of him.
“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”
“I-I’m so close-” Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”
It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”
Oh.
Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.
It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”
“M’not joking.”
Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”
You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic.
“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”
And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.
That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”
“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.
One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess.
“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”
And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”
Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.
You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”
“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”
“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”
The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-
“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”
And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy.
One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him.
He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth.
And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…
One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”
You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”
Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.
“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”
Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.
And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking.
“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”
Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to.
Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.
Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more-
“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”
And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to.
You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp.
In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”
Oh god, and then he does-
He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.
“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets.
Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-” Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”
And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.
“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-”
It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.
Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”
The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds.
“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”
“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!
“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”
And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.
“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”
As if you could do anything else.
“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”
Oh.
In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you.
And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too.
Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses.
His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”
He was fucking you like it was your fault.
Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum.
Messy.
“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”
“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face.
Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”
God. He was out of control.
“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”
“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”
Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess.
Always his favorite.
“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”
Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.
Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.
But right now, he didn’t care.
Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered.
Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-”
And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.
But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.
“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him.
Smack!
“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)
“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”
Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.
Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes.
But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.
“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”
God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you.
His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”
“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”
“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”
But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity.
“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”
And truly - he sounded like it.
He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots.
“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”
Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.
And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look.
Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy.
And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-
“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”
All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-
And then he’s cumming.
Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes.
Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks.
It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”
“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”
Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge.
Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another.
God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.
Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost.
“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”
satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭
“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”
“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.
this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.
he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.
you were ovulating.
and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.
you wanted to kiss every single one of them.
“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.
“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.
“i win!” you cheered.
“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.
“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.
why the hell was this making you wet?
you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”
“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”
gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.
“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”
your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.
“let me help you out, okay?”
he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”
the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.
“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”
you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.
gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.
you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.
“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”
“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.
he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.
your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”
gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”
you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..”
he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.
your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.
a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”
“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face"
“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that.
he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead.
“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”
It’s part of his biology, there’s nothing to do about it. Clark is supposed to have a bunch of kids, and for that he has to cum a lot. A whole lot. Which means you end up completely full of his cum every single time he fucks you.
He's quick to recover after each orgasm, so the moment he's done pumping you full of one load, he's already picking up the pace again and thrusting into you just the way you like it.
It's so messy. His cum causes wet, obscene squelches every time his cock pushes in. The thick, creamy substance dribbles from you, down between your ass cheeks and onto the bed, gathering in a sticky puddle under you.
And there's just so much of it.
“Gosh, baby. Oh, gosh, you feel so good,” he whines, his body hot as the pleasure starts building in him again.
You mewl underneath him, your nails dragging down the skin of his arms, leaving behind red tracks. You can feel his cum in you, warm and thick where it's gathered against your womb.
Clark slides a large hand between your bodies, his fingers drawing messy shapes on your clit. He feels bad about how many orgasms he's had, seeing how you've only had two and he's had at least five. It makes the entire situation feel unfair, but he just can't help it.
“Can you come for me, hon?” he asks sweetly, peppering kisses across your jaw, up to your cheek.
You nod, moaning, feeling that tight knot of pleasure coiling in your womb.
Clark whines as he feels you clench around him tight, another orgasm already building low in his abdomen.
You'd been close already. Clark just gives you the final push so you fall over the edge. You mewl his name, hips grinding against his as the waves of your pleasure wash over you.
Clark gasps and moans as he feels your cunt squeezing him tight and he comes again, spilling more of his thick cum into you.
“Golly,” he chokes out. “Oh, baby, so good, so good.” He kisses across your face with quick pecks. He's already getting hard in you again. “You okay to keep going, baby?”
You nod weakly, your lips seeking his to kiss him softly.
He smiles against your mouth. “That's my girl.”
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On a good day, Sylus was cocky, smug, and rather arrogant, a facade that only sort of faded once your relationship began. So, you'd only assumed he would be the same in the bedroom. He'd be teasing you and mumbling cheeky comments the whole time for sure.
Right?
"It's alright, shhh I know, I know." A warm hand cups your cheek, gently brushing away a stray tear. He's only an inch or two in, but the stretch has your eyes stinging more than you'd been able to hold back.
"S-Sylus..." You whine, nails digging into his biceps. The sheets are cool against your back, though the sensation does little to distract you as Sylus slides in a little more.
"Such a good girl for me. You can take it, I know you can. So perfect." He's being so sweet, his eyes soft as he places gentle kisses on your heated skin.
"I don't-I don't think I can..." You sniffle, though your legs wrap tighter around him.
"Just a little more. Take a deep breath for me?" When you do, exhaling slowly, you feel him bottom out. You suck in a breath immediately, though your eyes roll back in ecstasy in the same moment.
"See? Does it feel good?" He presses soft kisses along the column of your throat, humming when you shiver against him.
"Y-yeah. Can-can you move now?" Your eagerness makes him smile, pressing his lips to yours like he can't get enough of it.
"Patience, sweetie. You should take a minute to adjust."
"I-I'm already adjusted! Come on, just fuck me?" He grins, hands interlocking with yours on the bed.
Scott decides Storm Par should join the rest of the storm chasers for a day at the beach. Of course, he has to bring along his wife and their 10-month-old daughter Ruthie Jean.
(reader has no physical description other than being shorter than scott. it is also mentioned that reader breastfeeds. no y/n. this is mostly about scott and ruthie but reader is beloved by all. this is my first reader insert so go easy on me <3 why are the storm chasers at the beach? idk. baby's named ruthie jean because scott is southern. it also kind of just... ends? sorry!)
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It was rare for the Storm Par crew to have days like this. The nature of their profession meant they were often landlocked, miles away from idyllic lounging spots on the shore of salty water. That was what made Scott Miller’s suggestion for the team to hit the beach not seem totally anomalous. Just because Scott was stoic and curt didn’t mean he wasn’t human. The Wranglers were there already, so it was only fair to join them. Human nature was what brought Storm Par to the beach on a day off; it was also why Scott insisted on meeting the team there after he stopped to get somethin’. Only Javi knew what he meant, but he didn’t answer any questioning looks from the rest of the team. So, when Scott Miller’s truck pulled up to where they had set up for the day, no one batted an eye. The moment he got out of the truck and made a beeline for the passenger seat and flung it open, that’s when the shock set in.
Climbing out of the passenger seat with the help of Scott’s steady extended hand was a woman. You were such a tiny thing standing beside Scott once he got your feet onto the floor, looking up at him with a sweet smile. Scott gave you a quick kiss before handing you a bag from the passenger seat. As you adjusted the bag on your shoulder, Scott moved onto the back seat. Right as the back door opened, a tiny voice squealed from the backseat. A smile that Scott Miller never wore on the clock spread across his hardened features as he leaned forward into the back for a short moment before he hauled a small infant out of the truck and onto his hip. The little one was narrowly about to age out of infancy and was especially tiny in Scott’s hold as he planted a smacking kiss on the baby’s chubby cheek while she babbled away.
“Is that my favorite Miller?” Javi called out from the sand, setting his drink down on the lid of a cooler before jogging over. “Scotty finally brought the only reasons I still keep him around!”
“Ha ha,” Scott deadpanned as he adjusted the little bucket hat on his daughter’s head. “I wasn’t gonna leave them at the hotel while you jokers spent the day on the beach.”
“I wasn’t going to let you,” you chimed in with a pleased grin.
It was true, the beach had been your idea anyway. You were the one who had suggested it to Javi the night before when he joined the Millers for dinner. Then, he mentioned it to Kate the next morning when they got breakfast and she had been the one to put the plan into motion. When she then messaged you saying you had to be there, you have Scott a look that told him the beach wasn’t up for a debate. It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t a request. It was happening.
From there, the folks of Storm Par got to watch Scott Miller be a doting husband and father at the beach behind looks of pure disbelief. Their dark sunglasses would typically hide their obvious observation if not for their unmistakable shock. First, the man ensured his wife was comfortable and sufficiently lathered in sunblock before insisting you join Kate and a few Wranglers in the water instead of fretting over him or the baby. Javi hung back with Scott and chatted about baseball of all things, Javi drinking a beer while Scott opted to share a water bottle with the baby.
The whole point of this was for you to get some time to just be a person and enjoy a day at the beach. Scott always sought to do that. It had always been a priority that you got to still be your own person, not just his wife or your daughter’s mother. So, when we saw you unwinding in the shallow waves with some Tornado Wranglers, he lounged with your chunky baby girl in his lap under the shade of an umbrella with Javi not too far off to the side, watching the waves from a beach chair.
He took his time, carefully covering his daughter with infant sunscreen, being mindful to get in between the adorable rolls of fat on her limbs and under her chin. After seeing a baby with bright red toes at the park, Scott always made sure the baby’s feet and toes were protected from the sun too. Scott couldn’t help but coo over her, showering her with little kisses on her giggling face and sweet words reminding her how beautiful she is. Most of the storm chasers watched him, absolutely dumbfounded.
“I know, pretty girl,” Scott hummed when his little Ruthie Jean whined at the feeling of the cool cream on her warm face, taking her little foot to kiss the sole. “But we have to make sure you’re protected. No sunburns on Daddy’s watch. Your Mama and my Mama would have my head.”
“Dada!” Ruthie whined again, kicking her chunky legs restlessly. “Ow!”
“Ow?” Scott frowned, immediately ripping his hands away and scanning her from head to toe with vigilant eyes. “Am I hurtin’ you, princess? ‘Ow,’ where?”
“Ew!” the little one sputtered out with a sob and a scrunched button nose, but Scott noted there were no tears in her big blue eyes, only frustration as she weakly kicked at his hands.
“Then say ‘Ew,’ please,” he sighed and continued massaging the cream on his daughter’s soft skin. “You scared me. Daddy thought he was hurtin’ you.”
“Ow!” Ruthie giggled through her phony pouts, laughing and kicking her legs again when Scott gasped animatedly with his hands ripped away.
“No!” Scott groaned playfully, leaning forward to kiss Ruthie Jean’s chubby cheek. “No ‘ow’s. Daddy would never hurt you, baby bug.”
Javi was the only one who didn’t blink an eye. He was the only one who got to see Scott over Zoom meetings from home with a babbling Ruthie Jean in his lap. Out of all the storm chasers, Javi was the only one currently invited to Ruthie’s first birthday party coming up. However, Scott knew that the more time his wife spent with the other storm chasers, the more likely that would change. There were already rumblings of the upcoming event Scott overheard from his wife when she trotted off with Kate and Boone. It was a massive deal, in all fairness; their baby girl was celebrating a year of being the best thing to happen to her parents. Scott had always dreamed of being a dad and you had given him the most perfect child. Ruthie Jean was a healthy baby girl, the apple of her Daddy’s eye, and always got strangers cooing at her. As the person on the field closest to Scott, Javi was more than familiar with the soft dad side of him. The cute babblings and exaggerated smooches he overheard were nothing new to him, but were like looking into another dimension for everyone else.
Scott, to their disbelief, was the most affectionate and loving father and husband. His dedication to his wife was equally as evident in how often he sought the sight of you out in the water, only content to return his attention to Ruthie when he confirmed Mrs. Miller was happy and safe. They all knew about you, though. He wore his wedding band every day without fail and most of them had seen the small photo he kept tucked in his phone’s clear case. It was of you and Ruthie sporting the brightest smiles the two of you could muster and it always put Scott at ease. The case and photo had been something you had given him at the beginning of the chase season, just a few months ago, and he never went anywhere without it. But that was your Scott, not many people got to see your Scott the way you and Ruthie Jean did.
He stretched out on his back with the little one sitting up on his ribs. With his eyes closed, Scott went between giving Ruthie some teething toys to play with and gnaw on and running his fingers through the dark curls trailing down toward the nape of her neck once she ripped her bucket hat off. She was so adorable in her frilly little pink swimsuit and half of her dark curls tied into two of the sweetest teeny pigtails. Her dimples were deep in her chubby cheeks, and an obvious Miller birthright, so easily attributed to the tall, grumpy MIT graduate.
“M’mma,” Ruthie babbled after a short while of smacking her drooly little hands on her Daddy’s broad chest. “M’mma. M’mma.”
“Momma’s swimmin’, bug,” Scott hummed with his hand rubbing the baby’s back soothingly. “She’ll come back in a little bit. Just sit with me for a minute.”
“M’mma!” Ruthie whined and reached for Scott’s chin, who then readjusted her to be flat on her tummy on his chest so he could cradle her comfortingly.
“Momma’s having fun right now,” he murmured against her dark curls before kissing her head. “You can relax with Daddy to let her do that. We’re okay here, just us. Right?”
“Dada.” Ruthie hummed, her chubby little hand reaching for Scott’s mouth this time, causing him to grab her tiny wrist to press kisses to her palm.
“See?” Scott chuckled and tucked the baby’s face under his chin when her long, dark eyelashes fluttered with sleepiness. “Just take a nap with me, sugar. Momma will be back by the time you wake up.”
“She’s gorgeous!” A voice yanked Scott out of his peaceful nest of love for his baby girl, peeking out of one eye to see Tyler Owens approach, with Kate following close behind.
“I’m aware,” Scott replied shortly with his eyes closed again and his hand rubbing Ruthie’s back when he felt her sit back up to coo at Tyler.
“Hey there, darlin’!” Tyler greeted the baby once he crouched down to be closer to her eye level. “My, you are even prettier than your Mama!”
“Momma!” Ruthie Jean cheered with excited claps that picked up when she saw you approach from behind Kate, bouncing her diapered butt up and down on Scott’s chest. “Momma! Momma!”
“She gets all her pretty from her Mama,” Scott added with a grunt as he sat up, hauling Ruthie up with him to greet his wife. “Hey, baby. Fun swim?”
“The water’s beautiful, Scotty!” you cried and took the baby from your husband without a word when the little one reached for you. “You should go for a swim! I think your daughter’s hungry, so she’s keeping me here for a bit.”
“I can wait.” Scott shook his head, helping you sit on an unoccupied beach chair with a hand hovering around you as you held Ruthie against your chest. “We can all go swimming once she’s full. Maybe even after she naps.”
“She won’t get a second of sleep out here, babe.”
“Maybe,” he hummed, rubbing your bare shoulders before draping your thin swimsuit cover-up over your shoulder to give you and Ruthie privacy. “Then, we can take her to dip her toes in the water. She’ll love that. I can wait for my girls.”
While Ruthie got to nurse, Scott fed you some fresh fruit the two of you had brought and made sure you stayed plenty hydrated. He was always looking after both of you, not just Ruthie. It was obvious that his role as a husband was just as important to him as his role as a father, and that made his recent interest in possibly making Ruthie Jean a big sister not sound all too crazy.
Summary: Sometimes, when you feel down for no obvious reason at all, your family comes to the rescue.
warnings: talks of mental health, depression, burn out, hurt/comfort, cute clark and babies
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Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
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It happened so quietly that you almost didn't notice it yourself. You thought you were simply tired.
Work had been busier than usual. Maybe it had been deadlines, or some peer reviews that had been needlessly cruel, tearing your integrity apart and making you feel stupid. The workload followed you home, and your mind continued solving problems long after you had shut your laptop. Even on weekends, you caught yourself thinking about emails you still had to answer or tasks waiting for Monday morning.
So when you slept in an extra half hour one Saturday, you blamed the long week you had.
Then the half hour became an hour.
Then, one morning, you stared at the ceiling for nearly forty-five minutes before convincing yourself to get out of bed.
The house was already awake below you.
You heard laughter. Pots clinking. Little feet running across hardwood floors.
Normally, that sound would've had you smiling before your feet even touched the floor.
Today...you just felt tired. Heavy.
-
Clark noticed it immediately.
When you wandered downstairs, still wearing one of his old T-shirts and looking more exhausted than someone who had slept ten hours should, breakfast was already waiting.
"Morning," he greeted gently.
You smiled weakly. "Morning."
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
A habit. One he'd never once forgotten.
"You feeling okay, honey?"
You shrugged. "I'm just tired."
He nodded. "Okay."
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Leia noticed two days later.
Six-year-olds were observant in ways adults often forgot. Especially your six-year-old.
You had always been the first one outside with her after dinner.
You'd kick a soccer ball around the yard or help her practice riding her bike or simply sit on the porch while she chased butterflies.
That evening, you stayed on the couch instead.
"I'm gonna stay inside today, sweetheart."
Leia tilted her head. "But... outside is your favorite."
You gave her an apologetic smile. "It usually is."
She accepted the answer without question. But you caught her looking back at you through the window every few minutes while she played with Clark.
-
Jon toddled into your office one afternoon carrying his favorite stuffed dinosaur.
He held it up proudly. "Mommy."
You smiled. "What is it, buddy?"
He pushed the dinosaur into your hands. "For you."
"...For me?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "Dino make Jon happy. So…"
You blinked.
He carefully tucked the dinosaur under your arm.
"Dino make Mommy happy!"
Your eyes stung unexpectedly. You scooped him into your lap.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
He patted your cheek with his tiny hand."Mommy sad?"
You hesitated. "...A little."
He scrunched his nose, processing what you said.
Then he leaned in to kiss your nose.
"Better?"
-
You weren't better. Not really. You tried.
You forced yourself to fold laundry. Halfway through, you couldn't find the energy to finish.
You started washing dishes. Eventually Clark quietly finished them after you wandered away without realizing.
You hated the thought of showering, of the water or shower curtain hitting your skin.
The house wasn't falling apart. Clark was on top of things.
Somehow made you feel worse.
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"I feel like I'm disappearing."
The words slipped out one evening as you sat on the edge of the bed.
Clark looked up immediately from where he'd been putting away freshly folded towels.
"What do you mean?"
You stared down at your hands. "I don't know."
He sat beside you.
"I just..." You searched desperately for words. "I don't feel like myself anymore."
Clark stayed quiet.
"I know I love you." You looked up at him. "I know I love the kids. I know I love my job."
Your voice became smaller, sniffling. "So why do I feel like this?"
He reached over slowly, taking your hand. "I don't know."
You nodded. "I wish I did."
"So do I."
Another long silence.
Then quietly, you whispered, "I'm scared."
Clark's thumb rubbed gently across your knuckles.
"What if I stay like this?"
He turned fully toward you.
"Then we'll get through it."
"What if I–"
"We." He corrected you, voice steady, "Not you. We.”
-
A few mornings later, you stayed in bed long after everyone else had gotten up.
You weren't asleep. You were just... lying there.
The curtains fluttered softly in the breeze. Birds chirped outside. You heard distant laughter downstairs. Then several sets of footsteps.
The bedroom door creaked open.
Clark peeked inside first. "There she is."
Behind him stood Leia. Behind Leia stood Jon.
Leia climbed onto the bed first. "I brought Bun-Bun." She carefully tucked her beloved stuffed bunny beside you, the same one she'd slept with every night since she was a baby.
"When I'm sad," she explained earnestly, "I hug Bun-Bun."
She smiled hopefully. "So maybe Bun-Bun can help."
Your heart melted. "Thank you, sweetheart."
Jon climbed up next. He proudly presented his dinosaur. "My favowite. For Mama."
"So he'll make me happy too?"
Jon nodded so enthusiastically he nearly tipped over. "Yep!"
Then he crawled directly into your lap, Leia following after.
Soon both children were snuggled against you beneath the blankets.
Clark smiled quietly beside you. “Treatment plan by Drs. Leia and Jon Kent.”
You laughed softly, perhaps for the first time in days.
Leia gasped. "You laughed!"
"I did."
She looked immensely pleased with herself.
-
Clark disappeared downstairs.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying a tray of tea, toast, some fruit, and one of your favorite muffins from the bakery downtown.
"I thought breakfast in bed sounded better today."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
He set the tray beside you before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"The laundry's done."
You frowned. "You did it?"
He nodded. "Dishes too."
"I was going to–"
"I know."
You looked down. "I feel bad."
Clark gently tilted your chin upward. "Why, baby?"
"Because you're doing everything."
He smiled softly. "I'm your husband."
"I know."
"This..." He glanced around the room. "...is part of the job description."
You huffed a tiny laugh. "I don't remember that in the vows."
"It was implied. When we renew our vows, I promise to be more specific."
-
By afternoon, Clark had another idea.
"No pressure," he said. "But..."
He held out your sneakers. "It's nice outside."
You looked toward the window. Sunlight poured across the yard.
"If all we do is sit on the porch..." He shrugged. "...that's enough."
You agreed.
The four of you walked just around the nearby trails.
Jon rode on Clark's shoulders for half of it, while Leia collected interesting rocks.
You walked slowly beside Clark, your fingers laced together.
The sunshine felt warm. The breeze was cool.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt just a little lighter.
Leia skipped back toward you suddenly.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah?"
She looked up curiously. "Why are you sad?"
You glanced at Clark.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
You knelt beside her.
"You know how sometimes..." you began carefully, "...you wake up grumpy?"
Leia nodded.
"Even when nothing happened?"
"Uh-huh."
"It's kind of like that."
"But bigger?" Her little face scrunched in concentration.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
"So..." she searched carefully for understanding. "Nothing made you sad?"
You shook your head. "Sometimes our brains get tired."
Leia looked thoughtful. "Like legs?"
You smiled. "A little."
Leia seemed to understand this, "When I run lots, my legs need rest."
"Exactly."
She nodded decisively. "So your brain needs rest?"
"It does."
Leia thought about that for another moment. Then she reached over and took your hand. "Okay."
"...Okay?"
"I hold Mommy’s hand." She smiled brightly. "So you and your brain are not lonely while you rest."
Your eyes immediately filled.
Clark looked away briefly, smiling to himself.
"You know," he said quietly, "I think that's an excellent idea, little star."
Leia looked very proud.
That evening, after the kids had fallen asleep, you and Clark sat together on the porch swing beneath a sky full of stars.
"I still feel guilty," you admitted.
"For what?"
"You've been carrying everything."
Clark was quiet for a long moment. Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Do you remember after Jon was born?"
You nodded.
"You felt guilty then too."
"I did."
"What did I tell you?"
You smiled faintly. “That you can carry this family until I am ready to help you carry it again.”
Clark nodded. "And I meant it."
You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I just don't feel like I’m enough lately."
He kissed your hair. "I know."
"I feel like..." You sighed shakily, “...like I don't have much love to give."
Clark was quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned just enough to look at you. "Then I'll love us all enough for both of us."
You blinked. "What?"
His blue eyes never left yours. "You've spent years loving me through my hardest days. So please, let me love you through yours."
The weight in your chest didn't disappear overnight. Healing rarely worked that way.
You didn't have to climb out of the darkness by yourself.
The people who loved you had already climbed in beside you.
And together, they would walk with you until you found the sunlight again.
