watagashi

ugh :( dex coming home after a long day, finding you padding around his apartment in one of his old t-shirts (comically oversized on you), and his boxers. his heart just swells, seeing you in his stuff, all his.

you greet him with that big hug he looks forward to, and a sweet kiss, an exaggerated 'mwaah!' sound that makes him smile. he looks down at the large clothes hanging from your body, "you're–" he stutters over his words, "you're wearing my clothes?" he furrows his eyebrows, trying to ignore his cock twitching in his pants insistently.

you nod eagerly, "mhm! mine are in the wash" you rub his bicep in a way you know makes his face flush a pretty pink, "you don't mind, right?". it's funny, seeing him blush and turn to putty when you touch him in the right places.

he immediately shakes his head, reaching down to adjust his hard-on so maybe it isn't so obvious, choking a groan at the contact of his hand. "c-course not, baby" he reassures you, pathetically so. "i'll make you some dinner, okay?" he walks past you in the kitchen, trying his very best to ignore the thoughts that invade his mind, one of those being the fact that you definitely don't have panties or a bra on.

the whole night he's being painfully obvious just how much seeing you in his clothes effects him. eyeing you up and down and stiffening up whenever you touch him. and you're not helping ay all, rubbing up against him and kissing his neck softly, making him feel crazy.

at some point, you sit on his lap to watch a movie and he just fully cums in his pants at the contact, splurting cum in his boxers and apologizing profusely. he was just so pent up, it's not his fault!! :(

but he makes sure to eat you out real good as an apology! <3

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he'll get you naked, lay you softly on the bed... tease you without mercy, covering you in marks and coating your nipples in his spit. he could easily get off on the sounds you make. he positions himself carefully between your legs so you can't buck your hips against him or push your thighs together for some sort of relief. he just can't bring himself to let you when he's so enthralled by the noises you can't help but make. he wants you trembling, crying underneath him.

and finally, finally when he's had enough of that he traces his lips down your stomach, his big and broad shoulders shoving your legs impossibly far apart.

his rough hands bring your thighs to rest on his shoulders, posed on your ass to hold your cunt against him when you inevitably squirm. dex blows cold air onto your wet cunt, relishing in your frustrated groan and whines. then his lips are pressed against you, slowly tasting you until he can't get enough and he growls, devouring you whole. he could get off on the way your thighs flex around his head, too. he could easily suffocate here if you let him. dex can stay between your thighs for hours, getting you off over and over again until your voice is hoarse and you're seeing stars. until there's no tears left to cry.

you can never guess how long he'll stay down there, but you always know what to expect when he's groaning against your clit, teeth grazing you. he'll have you on your stomach, big hand pushing the small of your back into the mattress and the other gripping your hair and tugging. then he's pushing into you, a dark rumble resonating through his chest. dex kisses your back, shoulder, neck, cheek, hoarsely whispering sweet nothings into your ear. praising how well you're doing for him, how good you are to him, how perfectly you take him. tears spill down your face and he licks the salt from your cheek. he'll cum inside you without warning, rutting harshly into you, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder blade.