⋆˚꩜｡✴ Puppy ! infp-t, any pronouns, 19 !

maize yellow, weezer, the magnetic fields, dogs, apple scents, summer movies, pistachio green, lavender tea, banana popsicles, #omegalover, biophilia, compersion, basorexia !

smutttttt blog! smut blog! i legit only write smut! or maybe aftercare but that still has mentions of sex! 17+ only!

xxx-xxxx-xxxx call me!!! :3 -puppy

im 19, in college, i like most music, top artists are nep, Noah Kahn, the beatles, the magnetic fields, and weezer, i love movies! like im such a big film geek

I’m very into writing and art and science, biology and sociology,(women in stem mwah), im always always always down to chat about literally anything, i love love love talking!!! always!!! (just don't be weird…keep it chic by not going and dming me- unless we are friends and i know you and have talked to you before!)

And sometimes him not being scared to make you upset is him making you ride him. You hate it, it hurts your thighs, it takes so much work, you just wanna lie back and let your man take care of you. But you wanted to play little games like he was a boy instead of a man and this is the result. You need the attitude out in some way, some stimulating in all forms way, but that doesn't mean he's gonna help. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

“You’re such a dick, I hate this, I don't want to do this. you know I hate doing this.” You huff and puff, rising up half-assed in an act of defiance. Like Toji needs this as much as you do so if you don't do it to his standard he’ll just do it himself, weaponized incompetence if you will.

“Then don't do it. I’m not making you do it, you said you wanted me to fuck you, you didn't say how, and you were being a princess all day, this is the result. I want this, sure, but I don't need it like you so clearly do.” He retorts, running a big hand through his hair, all messy from the days work. He just smiles softly when you frown at him, brows furrowed like a disgruntled cat.

His smile only widens when you pick up the pace, going and going until your sniffling and rubbing wet cheeks on his shoulder because you feel bad for being so rude, the burn of your thighs is so nice, you’re gonna cum, you feel all loose and not pent up anymore. When you finally cum and slump down onto his chest, wiping your eyes as you blink slowly at the wall. A big hand comes to rest on your back and the other on the top of your scalp, scratching softly.

hihihi i missed my fav writer sm so glad ur back

So here you are, him under you as you ride him with all you have to give, thighs straining, but it’s worth it for the puddle of drool pooling by Yuuji’s head, panting, ears twitching as he squirms around.

“Slow down, slow down, can’t do it sweetheart, I can’t do it, m’gonna cum.” You don’t slow down, because he doesn’t really want you to slow down, he’s just overwhelmed, not used to being on his back like some kind of prey animal. It gets him ansty, quick to either get it over with or slow down so that you get tired enough to just let him flip you over.

But you don’t slow down, or speed up too much and he’s happy. He’s a little nervous, simply because he’s a predator animal and it’s not in his nature to be on his back for anyone, but he’s happy and he’s fucked-out. His legs keep twitching underneath you, thighs jumping with every wet plap of skin.

“Don’ stop, please please please please, don’ stop.” Yuuji slurs and it’s a beautiful sound, the most beautiful sound you think you’ve ever heard besides his watery whimpers and hitched breaths. He scrambles for something to grab onto, one hand finding your waist while the other lands on your cunt, thumb slipping down to rub at your clit because he’s not cumming unless you cum.

Im basically saying I'm in a rut or a block or whatever you want to call it, I just can't find it in me to write even if I wish I could just so you guys would have more content. If I ever get out of this block or if this is the end, I'll let you guys know either way, I didn't just want to leave you guys in the dark :(

You didn't expect the 6'1 guy at your door, you know this guy. White hair, braces plastered on his teeth, his glasses a little crooked from when that guy elbowed him in the face at that one party, one of those stupid wolf design shirts on. Gojo. Satoru Gojo.

You really didn't expect him to be in your bed, inching his way towards your spread legs, by the end of the interaction. You don't even know how you got here, he gave you the custom content, with a heavy lecture about mod bugs and all that, and then just stayed. Stayed and talked, and then the topic of sex got brought up for no reason other than the fact that he saw a 'Virginity Rocks' shirt on your floor and you thought it was a funny story to tell about how you wore that shirt the first time you ever got head. Which led to him telling you how he's never given a girl head before.

And now you're here.

"You really- you don't- this isn't because you think you need to pay me or something? This isnt some form of pity, right?" Satoru asks, lips wrt from where he'd liked them between his stumbled sentence.

You shake your head, "No, gross, I dont let guys give me head because I feel bad for them. It helps that you seems pretty eager, though." You say, because he'd popped a boner the second you'd asked him if he wanted to eat you out.

He doesn't waste anymore time talking though, smart guy he is, and gets to work. Kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping and sucking gently at the flesh there, apple of his cheek brushing against your clothed cunt. He keeps going until your squirming gently, before licking and sucking at your cunt over the cloth of your underwear. It's surely drying his tongue out, soaking up the spit before it has a second to really even form, but he doesn't seem to mind.

When you finally get impatient enough, to grip his hair and buck against his mouth, he grins- teal bands flashing as he does so- pulling back enough to look up at you and get his fingers underneath the band of your panties to pull them down.

Then his mouth is on you for real and you gasp, hips bucking hard into his mouth, his pale pink pips are already suctioned to your clit, suckling like it's a soother in his mouth, tongue laving over the bundle of nerves. He nudges his way down slowly, nose bumping against your clit while he licks at the slick leaking slowly from your hole, tongue pushing in and licking there too. He keeps making eye contact with you, glasses falling off his face and foggy as he makes himself at home in your cunt.

You're squirming, humping his face practically while you whimper softly, almost hiccuping. It's rare that head is so good that you're speechless, and maybe it's the way that he's doing it, the tone, pace, how almost loving it is, that's getting you and not the real action. But it doesn't really matter because you're so flushed, core so hot, stomach tightening in a familiar way that you feel like your brain is leaking out your ears.

When you finally cum, thighs clamped around his face, back arching so heavily that the joints in your back crack, he takes you the whole way through it. Then sits back on his haunches, patting your calf with one hand while he wipes his face with other. His hair is so messy, glasses so foggy, mouth wet and pink and swollen. It's an almost instant ache to have his mouth back on you. All you can manage is a "Uhm- uh- thank you. Might need- uhmmm- help tomorrow.....again." You feel like an idiot, but like a blissful post-orgasmic idiot.

He just grins and laughs through saying, "Of course, just have your friend text me again. Okay?" And you nod numbly as he kisses your ankle and shuffles off your bed to smooth out his clothes, rubbing at the wet spot on the crotch of his pants, wincing and frowning simultaneously when the spot doesn't go away, and also when he rubs at his sensitive dick.

"Baby, this is barely anything, c'mon. I stopped work to take care of my girl. You really want me to stop?" He asks, voice raspy in your ear from years of yelling during fights with villians, hand rubbing on your lower belly where he can feel himself bulging in your guts.

"No-no-no, don' stop. M'sorry, don' stop. Can take it." You babble and Katsuki has the audacity to laugh, and go "I know you can, baby." While still laughing and picking up the speed of his thrusts, jostling you so far up on his desk that your feet are off the ground, toes curling in the air.

"Baby, it's okay. I promise it's okay. I'll go in, in one go, yeah? Maybe that'll help you out, minimize the feeling of something pushing." Always the problem solver, even when he's flushed a splotchy red all the way down to his ribs, big red eyes staring down at with such a look of arousal on his face it almost hurts to have it directed at you.

And he does push in, in one big push. Lets you adjust for a minute, because your back is arching, nails clawing at his shoulder, kicking your feet against the bed for something solid to set their soles against.

He coos at you, whispering soft little "did so good", "you feel so good around me", "I know it's a little much, but you're tough, yeah?", while he rubs his big hands across the tops of your thighs, leaning down to kiss at your chest. Once you're adjusted he's thrusting in and out, not hard but fast. Fast and gentle, doesn't give you a second to feel overwhelmed.

Even when your digging your nails into his shoulders and your legs are giving those little twitches, he knows it's not because it' 'too much', it's just because it feels good.

He knows this because you can't keep your mouth shut when he's in you, babbling on and on about how good he feels. "Feels- feels sooooo good, Katsu, so good. Love it so much, love your cock so much, feels so so good, please, please, please, please. I love you, I love you, I love you." You sob out that final 'I love you', shaking as you get closer, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you try to push him away.

He's nailing that spongey spot inside you with every thrust and it's just so good, too good. The feeling of needing to cum is so sharp, an achey feeling in your stomach that has you crying.

"Oh, shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Don't run from it, you wanna cum don't you? Wanna feel good?" He waits until you nod to grip your hips, holding you down so you can't squirm away from his cock. He wipes away your tears, cups your splotchy red-patched cheek as you shake through your orgasm, hiccuping as you thrash.