(18+)

waking dex up by lifting his wife-beater up just enough to snake your head underneath it, latching your lips around the warm, salty skin of his pink nipple and swirling your tongue.

placing your palm over the crotch of his sweats to feel first-hand how quickly he gets hard from just your tongue.

you feel him start to chub up, his cock twitching as you bite at the sensitive bud gently, pressing your thighs together at the sound of his soft, sleepy groans and whimpers.

he becomes completely hard surprisingly quick, but you don't care to stop there. you continue to bite and suckle on his sensitive nipples, one in your mouth and the other pinched between your fingers. he's subconsciously bucking his hips up, and you're enjoying the power you have over him, even in his sleep, way too much.

eventually, not to your suprise, he cums with a whimper, pulsing hot release into his boxers until a very obvious dark wet spot appears on the front of his gray sweats.

when he wakes up, he's so embarrassed. he had a wet dream right next to you, like a creep. cursing under his breath and pressing an apologetic kiss to your forehead, he goes to the bathroom to clean up having no idea you're the one who pulled that orgasm out of him.

(18+)

omg :( taking a steamy shower with dex and offering to help him shave. turning his head to different angles while you work on shaving his stubble, so focused and completely oblivious to the battle he's fighting. every loving touch that shows you actually care is sending heat straight to his dick, every graze of your fingertips against his jaw only makes him throb harder. you're just being so gentle with him, and it turns him on so so much :(

it's only until you take a break to wash off the razor under the shower stream that you look down and notice the painfully hard boner he's sporting, cock sitting flushed against his abs, globs of pre dribbling down his shaft every now and then. "dex–" a suprised, but knowing smile grows on your face, and you're only more amused when you see his ears are a pretty pink at the tips. "m'sorry, baby, you were just– touching me... and-" he shakes his head in embarrassment, unable to come up with a good explanation as to why his cock is literally twitching from just you shaving him.

"it's okay" you shush, him hand snaking down between the two of your wet, bare bodies to close around his member, pulling a whine from him. "i'll take care of this, okay? how's that sound?" you coo, getting him to nod and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed in bliss, and also overwhelming love. "god– thank y'you baby" "love you" "always helping me..." he's whispering little praises and pressing reverent kisses to your shoulder as you jerk him off slowly, caring for him like no one has before.

he cums all over your tummy with a soft moan, hips bucking into your fist as he spurts the last drops of his warm, sticky release out. he lets you clean him up under the hot shower, he's in awe of just how much you love him, and just how much he loves you <3

(18+)

UGHH him dialing you with shaking fingers and calling you just to literally beg you to come over...

all he can think about when he gets in moods like this where he can't think straight is you. all that's on his mind is you calming him down and helping him breathe.

when you do knock on his door he pulls you inside immediately, wrapping you in a crushing embrace and burying his flushed, wet face into the crook of your neck. he's blabbering out incoherent words, just unable to get a breath in and clinging onto your shirt like you're the only things keeping him grounded. shaking like a leaf and sobs wracking his body. you're unable to even get a word in from how fast all this has happened, it's not the first time though.

his hands move to paw desperately at your clothed tits, trying to free them from your tank top and latch his mouth onto something. he's just freaking out so much you have to take hold of his wrists and physically slow him down. "dex– baby, let's just sit down, okay?" he's already visibly calming down at the soothing sound of your voice, nodding wordlessly and following you as you lead him to the couch.

he's sniffling and licking his lips once you sit him down on the couch and straddle him, his hands going to your hips instinctively. when you work your tank top up enough so that a tit is freed, he's immediately diving in and latching his mouth around your hard nipple, sucking and moaning around the sensitive bud. it brings him so much comfort, he doesn't even remember what he was upset about when he gets his mouth onto you, licking and suckling around you. your fingers cars through his hair and manicured nails scratch at his scalp, pulling a drawn-out whine from him. you can feel him chub up under your leg, but you know all he's focused on is calming down, he can deal with all that later. he's whining little thank you's and squeezing at the fat of your hips.

after a while he just lets you hold him while he closes his eyes and falls asleep with his lips still attached to your nipple, tear marks staining his cheeks, his eyes red-rimmed. he feels so safe with you, and you somehow always manage to calm him down, every time, without fail.

until youre outta nowhere smilling at himplaying with his hands and fingers to finally start biting them softly then fully in your mouth now

ughhh the thought of of casually biting/sucking on dex's fingers. he loves his girl w an oral fixation...

just sitting at the kitchen counter with him while you both talk, but you can't help but stare at him absentmindedly playing with his big, veiny fingers. they're just begging to be put in your mouth!!

he just accepts it when you reach out and bring two of his digits and wrap your lips around them, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like it soothes you, running your tongue over the salty pads of his fingertips. he loves it, and it's something so normal between the two of you now that he doesn't question it. just smiles softly and continues to talk while you chew on his fingers.

it also gets him very, very hard. but maybe that's another reason he loves it so much!!

(18+)

dex loves his bitchy girlfriend. he's always eager to pay for every check, shopping cart, and anything else you demand from him. but what he really loves most is paying for your nails. he can't help the way his dick twitches in his pants when you tell him to send you money (probably more than you need), and blow up his phone if he doesn't respond quickly enough for you. how did he get so lucky with you?

when he's at work and you send him a picture with freshly painted toenails, or a selfie with those long, sharp, claw-like nails just begging to scrape down his back, he has to run to the bathroom and practically kick down his pants, desperately stroking his leaking cock and suppressing moans as he imagines what that hand would look like wrapped around his length. you know you're torturing him by sending him suggestive messages, he's sporting a hard on the whole day.

when he gets home, he practically begs you to jerk him off. all he wants to see are those pretty nails he so graciously paid for with his cum all over them! is that too much to ask? "please, sweet girl?" he's sitting on his knees in front of where you're lounging on the couch, eyes focused on the TV, paying no mind to the large man literally pleading at your feet.

he's kissing all over your knuckles, massaging your soft hands and grinding his clothed cock against your leg while he tells you how much he loves them. "s'glad i paid for these," "such a pretty girl" "just want these— fuck— diggin' into my back..." it's pathetic, him babbling out little praises and using your leg to get himself off, all while you're totally ignoring him, browsing channels mindlessly.

"you're so annoying, dex" you finally glance down at him, rolling your eyes, a judgmental scowl playing at your face. he whimpers, "y-yeah, i know baby..." you can feel precum soiling through his jeans, smearing on your leg.

when he finally does splurt cum in his boxers with a soft moan, grinding against your leg a few last times and looking up at you, you're eyeing your new nails. "i think i need a new set" you comment, eyebrows furrowed softly as if he didn't just spend $60 on them. he nods immediately, "okay, baby. i'll send you some money". nothing turns him on more than when you spend his money <3

shane maguire who hates when you call yourself ugly.

he thinks absolutely nothing in the world is further from the truth, he can't bare to hear you spew such nonsense about yourself. when he hears you talking to a friend over the phone and complaining about how bad your skin looks, or how disgusting you feel, he's making you hang up immediately.

so, when he's got you in possibly the meanest mating press, splitting you open on his cock and rubbing your puffy clit roughly, he makes you tell him the truth. "you hear me? hm?" he says, more stern than you've ever seen him, "tell me your my fuckin' pretty girl" he's flicking your sensitive bud cruelly when you hide your face in the crook of your arm, face blushing wildly with embarrassment. "tell me!" he snaps, yanking your arm from your eyes.

"i'm- m' pretty!" you hiccup, squirming underneath him, feeling more exposed than ever.

"yeah, there y'go" he coos, softening up a bit at your confession. he pulls you into him further, practically cradling you as he fucks into you at a slower, more gentle pace. "so pretty, hm?"

── premature ejaculation

content.ᐟ 18+, pathetic!dex, unprotected p in v, first time, crying, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl)

dex poindexter, bullseye, who cums within 30 seconds of being inside you.

he can't shake the thought that it feels a bit too good when your hand strokes his flushed cock lightly a few times before he inches himself in, but he couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was already close. what was he supposed to say? "i feel like i might cum from looking at you, can we take a break?" he decided to save himself the embarrassment.

so when your pussy is fluttering around his pretty pink tip, he has to clench his eyes shut and bite his lip, before burying himself to the hilt quickly. he swears he's never felt anything like your velvety heat, so warm, wet, and tight— fuck. his head falls down to your bare chest and he actually pants, cursing under his breath and not daring to move.

the soft moans and breathless whispers of his name that fall from your lips when he's fully buried inside you isn't helping either. the way your nails card through his damp hair and scratch at his scalp makes his balls tighten up, he literally has to pull his head away from your grasp so he doesn't blow his load right there. poor boy feels so bad :(

"dex?" you ask in that soft raspy tone that always manages to give him a painful hard-on. even as he's distancing himself as much as he can from you without actually pulling out, you're reaching for him, small soft hands grasping at his biceps, pulling him back into your chest.

you figure he just needs a bit of encouragement, maybe he's scared of hurting you? "feels s'good baby..." you praise him breathlessly. his dick twitches violently inside your gummy walls at that, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, like he's hiding from your impossibly soft gaze.

"m'sorry babygirl, i just- jus' need a minute..." he speaks lowly, words muffled by your neck. it sounds more whimpery than he meant it to be.

you catch on quickly after that, you then notice his trembling and heavy breathing, you have to hold back a giggle, such a big brooding guy like him all gooey under your touch and words. he has a big need to please you, but it's not his fault your pussy just feels too good!

you let a small smirk grow on your face, "oh, dexie," you coo, rubbing his back. "am i that good?" you huff a small, teasing laugh, kissing the top of his head.

he whines at the sound of your voice, and just how pathetic he feels. "just- don't talk —fuck— i'm sorry-" he shakes his head, it physically hurts him to tell you to be quiet, but if you don't, he knows he'll embarrass himself :(

you feel dex's eyes blinking against your skin, and the tears falling down his cheeks. you bring your hand to grip the hair on the back of his head, pulling him from the crook of your neck. he has big, glossy eyes staring at you with so much embarrassment.

you soften impossibly at that, "dex, baby, s'okay" you coo at him, peppering reverent kisses all over his flushed face, swiping away his tears. he leans into the contact, closing his eyes and letting you kiss all over his face. "i- i don't wanna disappoint you–" he hiccups, glancing down at where the two of you are connected, and instantly regretting it.

before you can reassure him once again, you feel him buck his hips into yours, and a sudden, warm sensation. "oh– fuuuck–" he chokes out a low groan, burying his face into your neck again. he's crying harder, fingers gripping into your shoulders hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you in shallow thrusts, moaning softly.

you lay there in almost shock, still rubbing his back tenderly as he fills you up with his warm release. "did you just–" you stutter out, letting a small, suprised grin grow on your face.

he's not so amused though, shaking like a leaf and sobbing apologies into your skin. "ohgod–" "m'so sorry, baby" "fuck– i'm so stupid" he's beating himself up, making a big deal out of cumming too soon. he collapses on top of you, not wanting there to be any space between the two of you.

"dex." you stop his spiraling firmly, squeezing his bicep and getting him to look up at you. he looks humiliated, pitifully glancing away from your gaze when you begin to speak. "i don't mind, okay?" you make him nod at that, carding your finger through his damp, blonde hair. "lets go again, yeah?"

edging dex until he's sniffling and begging...

your hand wrapped around his flushed, leaking cock while he blabbers out incoherent words, pleading for you to let him cum.

"p-please baby-" "ohmygod... just let me-" "i'll be good, i'll be so good"

he's shaking, his body wracking with sobs as you continue to torture him with an agonizingly slow stroking motion. precum is dribbling in little globs from his angry red tip, and he bucks his hips up desperately when your thumb runs over his slit to collect some.

"you can be a good boy, right dex? can be a good boy and wait?" you're giving him this patronizingly sweet smile, your voice so teasing it makes him whine.

he nods dumbly at your words, his brain a pile of mush at this point, only thinking about you. "y-yeah— oh fuuck— i'll be a g'boy" he hiccups, knuckles white from how hard he's gripping the sheets next to his sides.

when you finally give him the permission he's been aching for, he's crying of relief and cumming all over himself, on his chest and tummy, some landing on your hand. you let him ride out his high, he's panting while recovering from that intense orgasm, but your hand never stops. his cock twitches from the overstimulation, "b-baby..." he whimpers, visibly gulping.

"what? you wanted it so bad.." you mock him, speeding up your strokes until he's shaking and begging you to stop. he can't help but lean into the contact, rutting his hips up involuntarily. you know he would never actually want you to stop.

RYOMEN SUKUNA loves period sex ! ꨄ︎

content.ᐟ 18+, f!reader, unprotected p in v, blood kink, rough sex, degradation, swearing, art: @/kcokaine, w.c

ryomen sukuna is absolutely disgusting. he's repulsive and completely shameless. so when you're aching and frustrated, he's pouncing on you, all because he smelled a drop of your blood.

"no– god ryo, that's so disgusting" you groan, weakly pushing at his chest from his position hovering over you on the bed. "do not argue with me, woman" he scoffs, already pushing your robe to the side and working your panties off. "i know what is best." and apparently he does, because you forget all about your cramps when he's buried balls-deep inside of you.

"fuuuck!" you cry out, back arching towards him instinctively. he's not being gentle, he's being the opposite of gentle. he knows you need a distraction anyways. he thinks, the rougher, the better.

"quiet, i could tell you wanted this, i could smell your arousal." he growls, leaning his head down to bite at the skin at the crook of your neck, hard enough to have you moan like a pornstar, and enough for your pussy to clench around him like vice.

he pulls his head back up, his gaze pure lust and hunger, "see? knew you liked it, fucking milking me like a slut.." he grunts, his hips stuttering for a fraction before he speeds back up, slamming his cock into you like his life depends on it.

he has you screaming, exactly how he wants it, your manicured nails raking down his arms and biceps, clawing at him desperately until he's bleeding. "attagirl" he purrs, his breathing only becoming heavier. he encourages you when you're rough with him, when you mark him up.

"ryo!" you mewl in both pleasure and pain, squirming under his sweaty, heavy body. he keeps you still under him with a big hand wrapped around your throat. the dizzy sensation you feel when he applies pressure sends heat straight to your core, right where the tip of his dick continues to throb against your g-spot.

"s-such a whore..." he chokes out, much closer to finishing than he'd like to be. he'd blame you for being on your period, smelling like that and "provoking him", although you looked a mess.

"m'close" you manage to breathe out, despite his hand being a constant presence against your neck. "not yet." he snaps. he always makes it seem as if he's edging you, when in reality he simply want to cum with you.

so, when he feels his heavy balls tighten up, he snakes his hand down between the two of your bare bodies to rub your clit roughly, applying enough pressure to have you gushing around his cock, sending you both over the edge.

"m'cumming!" your pussy flutters around him, and you ride out the high with his fingers digging into your hips. you're already anticipating bruises.

he cums with a grunt, fucking into you a few final times before pulling out, and admiring the mess of blood and cum oozing out of your hole. his lips turn upward in a wicked grin as he collects some of the mixture on his finger, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking.

the sight of him closing his eyes and really enjoying the taste of your blood could make you cum again.

he flops down onto the mattress next to you and pulls you so you're laying on his chest. "you're okay." he doesn't ask, more of a statement. he'll know if he was too rough if you tell him otherwise, but it's nothing you can't take.

i wanna calm dex down with head :(

like sit him down on the couch while he's upset and tearing up, probably on the verge of a panic attack. unzipping his jeans and watching the way he instantly starts to actually breathe, catching his breath and letting you take care of him. sucking his pretty pink tip into your mouth and giving reverent kisses all the way up and down his shaft. he's sooo pliant like this, totally at your mercy, just really needs to cum. when he finally does finish inside your mouth, he watches in a daze as you finish every last drop!! he's so thankful for you, doesn't know what he would do without you there to calm him down and get him out of his own head.

SATORU GOJO is the best tutor ! ꨄ︎

content.ᐟ 18+, nerd!jo, f!reader, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, pathetic!gojo, he cums in his pants, praise kink, art: @/leimiruu on x, w.c 550

saturo gojo is the best tutor a girl could ever ask for.

he helps get your grades up, teaching you those pesky topics your professor seems to skim right over, he's your personal cheerleader, and he eats you out after every session as a reward!

"oh– oh fuuuuck" your hands eagerly tug at his messy white hair, earning a choked, muffled moan right into your pussy. he's lapping at your cunt with so much vigor it could make you laugh if he didn't have you in such a vulnerable position. he has to be the best at everything he does, head being one of those things too, apparently.

"right there, toru–" you cry out, back arching off of the twin-sized dorm bed and thighs squeezing around his head tightly.

the sight of him has you growing impossibly close to your peak, his glasses completely fogged up and almost falling off, his mouth and tongue working tirelessly on your sensitive clit, and slick running down his chin obscenely. he's totally at your mercy, and he's exactly where he wants to be.

"s'pretty", "i love being with you", "taste soooo good" oh, that's another thing, he won't shut the fuck up. he blabbers on and on about how pretty you are, how good you taste, how smart you're becoming, anything that pops into his big brain whilst he's practically making out with your heat. even if the words are mostly incoherent.

"ohmygod– toru m'close" he literally whines at your words, and you feel the bed shaking from how hard he's humping the mattress under him. "please cum–" he lifts his head and replaces his tongue with a thumb on your clit, rubbing aimlessly while he talks to you. he's nearly whimpering every word, so needy. "cum f'me, s'only fair!" he's begging you, begging for a scrap of the attraction he feels for you.

his thumb pressing down hard on the sensitive nub and rubbing tight, messy circles is the thing that gets you, your orgasm crashing hard over you, leading you to yank on the strands of his hair a little too hard. again, he's exactly where he wants to be.

"oh– fuck!" he winces at the sting and moans, cumming right along with you, splurting cum into his boxers and letting his sweaty forehead fall against your mound as you both ride out your highs.

he eventually starts to give your clit little kitten licks until you're shooing him off of you, panting. "fuck..." you mutter, sitting up and smoothing your hair down in an effort to not look like you just got tongue-fucked by the campus nerd.

"you did really good!" he's back to talking about the assignment he went over, his voice cracking slightly, totally forgoing the fact that he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm. "i think you'll definitely get an A!" he gives you a dazed, genuine grin, pushing his glasses up. your eyes flicker down to the obvious, dark wet stain on the front of his sweats, then back up to his flushed face.

"same time next week?" he asks, handing you your books, absolutely no shame in the fact that he just came in his pants like a virgin.

you manage a small smile, "sure, satoru." he's so kind, always makes sure you have the best grades in your class!

TOJI FUSHIGURO is a full-time eater ! ꨄ︎

content.ᐟ 18+, fem!reader, munch!toji, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, pet names (baby, sweet girl), art: @ruu_sugu on x, w.c 750

if toji fushiguro were to die tomorrow, the first thing he would do is give you mind-numbing head.

he's obsessed, maybe it's an unhealthy obsession, but you couldn't care less with the way he eats you out.

its everyday, at this point. the minute he comes home from whatever casino or bar he wastes his time at, his mouth is on you.

he's finding you wherever you are in your shared apartment, and immediately dropping to his knees, spreading your legs with big hands on your thighs.

so, when he finds you curled up on the couch with nothing but one of his comically oversized shirts and black lacy panties, he's striding over to you like a man on a mission. that mission being, getting you to cum on his tongue.

"cmere', baby" he speaks in that low, gravely tone that gets you wetter than you'd like to admit. he snakes his heavy arms around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the couch. "fuckin' missed you..." he's already pressing his nose against your clothed cunt and taking a long, drawn-out sniff. what a pervert, you think, but you can't contain the suprised gasp that escapes your lips at the feeling of his nose pressing right against your sensitive clit.

he huffs a chuckle at that, "jumpy thing, huh?" he teases, nimble fingers working your panties off (the panties he loves so. fucking. much.) and tucks them in his back pocket. you already know what he's going to do with those.

while toji would usually take his time with you, he's simply too pent up to be playing around. he blew his money gambling and he needs a stress-reliever. so it catches you off guard when he immediately dives in.

"t-toji! oh fuck–!" you let out a cry of pure pleasure far too loud for an apartment with thin walls, and clench your legs around his head. your hand flies to his head to tug at the inky black strands.

he's eating like a man starved, eyes closed in focus and tongue fucking in and out of your sopping hole. the noises he's emitting are so obscene, the wet slurp's and moans coming from his pretty lips send even more heat straight to your core.

he licks a stripe up your folds and focuses on your puffy clit, lapping at the nub until you're unable to form a coherent sentence. "ji- oh— ohmygod"

when you think the feeling couldn't get any better (or any more overwhelming), he works two fingers into your velvet heat, scissoring you open and rubbing the pads of his fingers against the gummy bumps of your g-spot. "holyfu- s'good" you're moaning whorishly, back arched and spine aching, practically humping his mouth.

he's got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he knows he's got you when you're babbling nonsense.

"all this s'mine" he's muffled by your pussy, but he says it like he's in disbelief, as if you'd ever let anyone touch you. he's just so good, he's ruined you for anyone else.

"y-yeah, all yours— fuck!— m'all yours ji" you manage to moan out some resemblance of a sentence. he presses a reverent kiss to your mound at that, "i know." he strokes your hip tenderly, up and down, with his free hand.

you whine at the lack of his skilled tongue, earning you a look. "y'need to learn a little patience, sweet girl" nevertheless, he dives back down and his lips closed around your clit, he sucks. hard. hard enough to have you throw your head back in ecstasy.

"oh fuuuuck– i'm g-gna cum!" you try to warn him of the orgasm settling low in your tummy, dangerously close, but it all happens so quickly. he hums around your clit, and it immediately sends you over the edge. pleasure shoots through your limbs like fireworks, taking over all of your senses as your vision blurs and your ears ring.

he nearly creams in his pants at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his digits, and the sight of you with your jaw slack, crying out. all he can hear coming from your lips is toji, toji, toji, and it drives him crazy.

he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and kitten licks your glistening folds until you let the climax subside, a calm settling in your bones.

you gaze down at him with a dazed smile, admiring how love-sick he looks, his pupils blown out and his expression one of pure admiration.

"you really missed me, huh?"

thinking about masochist dex.

he'd bring up the idea of you hitting him in the middle of you riding him. well, its really more like him begging you to hit him. "baby- please." "i'll be good, i'll be so good..." "just one slap-- or choke me! just once!"

and once you finally give in to his incessant pleading, and land a sharp slap over his cheek, he moans whorishly. you can't exactly say you're surprised (it is dex, afterall) but you didn't expect him to get so turned on, his dick twitching violently inside of you.

"harder" he sounds wrecked, his voice cracking and his head still turned to the side from the force of the slap. "wh- harder?" you try your best not to question it too much. your palm hits his red and flushed cheek harder than before, and while he throws his head back in ecstasy, it's still not enough for him. never enough for him.

he silently takes your hand in his, impossibly gently, and leads it up to wrap around his throat. you can feel his adam's apple bobbing under your palm, and the way his hand tightens around yours.

he makes you choke him, until his face is red and his head is dizzy, while you're still bouncing on his cock. "s'good" he manages to talk although he's literally strangling himself with your hand. he feels fuzzy, and he can feel his vision starting to go blurry. that only spurs him on.

you can tell he's close with the way his hips buck up into yours, and all you can do is watch him in a daze.

when he finally does cum, he's letting his jaw go slack, unable to take in a breath or speak. he spills inside you, pulsing rhythmically. you're the one to finally pull your hand away, watching as he takes in a deep breath, coughing. "thank y'baby" he manages a small, genuine smile. he's well aware he's sick, he's aware he could've passed out.

you already know he's going to make you do this every time you two have sex. who are you to deny him?

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