Satoru’s baby

his face in between your thighs as you’re sprawled on the edge of your bed, legs quivering with one knee up and the other wrapped around the back of his head.

“oh fuck, yes !” you manage to moan out, eyes rolling up before your hands scramble to grip onto the sheets beside you.

dex is on the ground, holding you while his tongue spreads your folds apart before licking stripes and slurping all your juices. he’s practically humming inside of you, sending vibrations and shivers up your skin.

your whole body trembles, stomach feeling butterflies as you gather the courage to look down at him.

he’s purely in his element, far too focused on just your pussy, his strong hands moving to spread your legs further apart and grip onto your skin leaving imprints as if he doesn’t already have full access to you.

“just fucking delicious… mmh-ine. you’re all mine baby.”

almost impatient he’s kissing all over you, leaving pecks everywhere from your lower belly and clit all while not leaving out the beauty spot on the bottom of your right butt cheek.

you gaze with fluttered lids, blinking profusely as his tongue turns more intense and enters your gaping hole.

mouth wide open, you whimper out forcing yourself to lean your weight on your elbows to look at him with more ease. it’s almost like he remembers you’re there, eyes catching yours as you notice a glint peeking through. dex’s tongue works wonders as he stays holding contact with you and you can only breathe out his name softly. he begins moving his whole mouth from side to side, cheeks glistening with your wetness as his nose bumps the edge of your clit.

“ugh, p-please… i !” a hand of yours reaches out to entangle in his hair as you pull, only egging dex on to further bury his face in your soaking cunt.

it could have been from him resting a hand on one of your breasts, fingers squeezing on the surrounding skin and twisting your already extremely sensitive nipple or your pussy throbbing relentlessly needing a release.

ultimately your pelvis began rocking on its own to use his face while your hands controls his head to rub yourself out. he’s grinning against you, his clutch on you tightening as you shake, seeing stars.

he continues to inhale you and sucks on your folds until you slowly come to a stop, belly raising up and down. dex feels you twitch as your pulse comes to a calmer pace. heartbeat loud in your ears, you eyes flutter open and the fuzziness you see initially starts to disappear as you breathe out.

WHEWWW

and at first he would be thrusting into you slowly and lovingly, his cock sinking into your tummy and drawing little gasps from you. your quivering legs just closing in on his waist every time he draws back and pushes his length into your cunt. and with how tender dex is being it makes you so needy that you just want to kiss him :(( making grabby hands at him until he smiles and lowers his head down for you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. “needy girl..” he’ll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.

you’re just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels s’good.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. you’ve pulled him so close that your cheeks are pressed together and you could hear his breaths in your ear, hard panting and strained groans every so often. and you really weren’t thinking when you did it, your lips were already kissing at his cheekbones when you decided to lick a long stripe against his scar. tongue gliding over the damaged skin with a pant as you hold him close to you, tasting the sweat of darkened scar. and dex just stills in his movements, his cock still snug in between your legs as he takes in how fucking hot that was.

you hear dex groan out a rough, “fuck..”, his hands moving from holding behind your head to gripping at your hips, sloppily pounding into your cunt with need. and he hits right at your g-spot extracting a sob from your throat, instinctively hiding into dexs shoulder. “hey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?” dex urges, taking one of his hands from your hips and pulling your head from his neck. with tears running down your face you start to lap at dexs face again, and you give him little kitten licks at his scar with a whimper.

his mouth curls into a grin and he bites his lip, eyes shut in pleasure as his hips rock into you harshly. “atta girl just like that..” you hear, feeling your core tighten up with an intense orgasm creeping up on you.

you can barely keep up steady licks on dexs cheek, only managing a slick stripe on his skin every moment from how much he’s rocking you back and forth on the bed. and his thrusts stutter when you clench around his length, tightly squeezing around him while you cum, his cock having to pry itself from your sopping folds. dex is mumbling curses in your ear and you know he’s about to cum himself, cos he gets all sloppy and hazy, cock pulsing with the need to paint your walls. dex plunges his load in your hole with lowly moan — you’re hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!

18+ cunniligus with dex where you can't push him away

fem! reader, mdni. 1.9k words. cw: cunniligus, kinda mean dex, slight overstimulation, general filth

Dex is often comparable to a smitten cat: he hates a closed door. He'll mither and pester and bother, do whatever, except wait patiently on the other side of it. He may act like he's been cruelly depraved of your attention, or shunned by you, but really you've just closed it for a moments privacy.

Sort of like right now. You had not long gotten out the shower, and rather than been seen naked and hunched over drying yourself and applying lotions, you decided to close the door to the bedroom for a quick minute. If you shut it quietly enough, Dex won't notice.

But he does. 

That little click of the hinge makes his ears prickle, and in no time at all, you hear feet scuffle on the other side. A small set of knocks follow and then a light cough — like he was clearing his throat. 

"I need to get my charger."

aaand he's so mean about it too. your back arched and he's disgustingly slow as he's stuffing you from behind in your old bed. right hand lost in your hair, pushing your face into the pillows so the only sound he heard is the squelch of your cunt. you wiggle your hips, urging him to go a little faster but he likes to fuck you slow. likes to see you desperate and stupid. beginning for more as if it doesn't make you cum harder when he treats you so delicately.

you notice you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs when he whispers, "baby couldn't wait to get her insides ruined until we get home, huh? you got to take what i give you now, then. before i change my mind." he threatened. you begged him to do it so he was rightfully punishing you. he never liked to fuck you in your parents house out of respect but you knew exactly how to get him into your panties.

mdni 18+

sometimes you wished you couldn’t squirt.

not because it didn’t feel good. god no. it felt like heaven cracking open inside you every single time. like your whole body turned into liquid heat, waves rushing down from deep in your belly, flooding out in hot, pulsing bursts that left you shaking and gasping and soaking everything.

like every nerve lit up at once and spilled over, messy and uncontrollable and so intense it almost hurt. like your pussy was surrendering completely.

it started off so innocently. at his family’s pool party.

“here baby, drink some water,” michael would say softly, refilling your glass again with a sweet smile. every time the ice got low he was right there, pouring more, pressing the cold cup into your hand.

“s’hot out. stay hydrated f’me.”

you should’ve known.

the way his eyes lingered too long when you came out of the pool, the way he shifted in his chair when your wet bikini clung to your curves. you should’ve known what he was really preparing you for.

𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this was now your second orgasm and he still hadn’t gotten what he wanted. the first two times you had cum hard, thighs shaking around his head, pussy fluttering and clenching on his tongue and fingers.

but you didn’t squirt.

not the way he needed. and each time he pulled back his eyes had that flash of disappointment, dark and hungry, before he buried his face again like he couldn’t stop.

by this point you’re heaving.

chest rising and falling fast, body slick with sweat, legs trembling uncontrollably. your voice is hoarse, words barely forming. you look down through half-lidded eyes and his face is a mess — lips swollen and shiny, chin dripping, curls sticking to his forehead. his pupils are blown wide, completely black, like he’s high out of his mind. as if he just finished doing lines. drunk off your pussy.

“please,” he whispered, voice cracked and desperate. his breath fans hot over your soaked folds.

“just one more. please baby. let me try one more time. one more time…”

you can’t even speak. your throat is raw. you just nod, weak and shaky, because what else can you do when he looks at you like that?

he whimpers in relief and dives back in.

his tongue is everywhere at once — messy, frantic, licking long stripes through your dripping folds before sucking your swollen clit between his lips.

he’s whimpering into you the whole time, pathetic little sounds vibrating right against your most sensitive spots. you can hear him grinding against the edge of the bed, hips rutting desperately, probably already came in his shorts like he always does when he gets like this. but he doesn’t care. he just needs this.

“is this good?” he mumbles against your pussy, voice muffled and broken. he sucks harder, tongue flicking fast. “am i doing good? tell me… please…”

“it’s… s’good mikey” you moan, the words cutting off into another gasp as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right.

he moans loud at your answer, hips grinding harder against the bed.

“are you okay?”

he asks, almost frantic, like he’s terrified of doing it wrong even while he’s devouring you. his fingers pump faster, slick sounds filling the room as he laps noisily at your clit.

“yeah… yes, mikey— oh god—” you try to answer but it turns into a broken moan when he sucks particularly hard, cheeks hollowing. your pussy clenches around his fingers, fluttering wildly. you’re so wet it’s dripping down his wrist, down your ass, making a complete mess.

he’s panting into you, whimpering between licks.

“i need it… need you to do it for me… just one more time…”

his free hand grips your thigh hard, holding you open while he grinds his hips pathetically against the mattress.

you can feel how desperate he is, how lost he is in the taste and smell and heat of you. his tongue works faster, sloppy and eager, sucking and licking like he’ll die if he stops.

your walls flutter again, heavy liquid pressure building deeper and deeper. every flick of his tongue sends sparks shooting through you.

your clit throbs under his mouth. your legs won’t stop shaking. you’re on verge of hyperventilation, moaning, barely able to breathe as he keeps asking in that wrecked voice.

“will you do it for me please baby?”

you can only nod and moan, your eyes rolled back, hips twitching against his face. he’s so pathetic like this — face buried deep, whimpering, humping the bed, completely addicted — and it’s turning you on even more.

he laps at you like he’s trying to memorize every single fold, every twitch, every drop of wetness that keeps leaking out of you.

his fingers curl and thrust deep, hitting that spot over and over until your back arches hard off the bed, spine bowing as the pressure inside you swells bigger and heavier than before.

your thighs won’t stop shaking. they clamp around his head but he just pushes them wider, whimpering into your pussy like the suffocation is the best part. every flick of his tongue sends pleasure jolts that seep into every every part of your body.

your clit is swollen and throbbing under his mouth, so sensitive that every suck makes your hips jerk. you can feel how wet you are — dripping down his chin, down his wrist, soaking the sheets underneath you.

your fingers are tight in his curls, pulling him closer even as your body tries to twist away from the overwhelming feeling.

he moans loud against you, the vibration making your walls flutter hard around his fingers. “s’perfect” he mumbles, barely pulling back enough to speak. his voice is wrecked, desperate.

“you promise to do it right?”

“yes— yes, of course mikey for you—”

your words cut off into a long moan as he sucks harder on your clit, tongue flicking fast while his fingers pump quicker. your back arches even more, breasts pushing up toward the ceiling.

he’s grinding frantically against the edge of the bed now, hips rutting in short, pathetic thrusts. you can hear the little whimpers he’s making into your pussy, like he’s right on the edge himself.

his face is buried so deep you can barely see anything but his messy curls. he’s completely lost — pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chin dripping with you.

the pressure keeps building. deeper. heavier. your pussy clenches and flutters around his fingers, getting impossibly wetter. your legs are trembling violently. your breathing is just short, desperate gasps now.

“mikey— i think— i’m gonna—”

he doesn’t answer with words. he just moans louder and doubles down, sucking your clit hard while his fingers curl perfectly against that spot inside you.

it hits you like a wave crashing over your head.

a hot, powerful gush floods out of you, soaking his face, his neck, dripping down his chest in warm streams. your whole body convulses, back arched so high it almost hurts, thighs locked tight around his head as pulse after pulse of liquid spurts out of you.

the relief is overwhelming, mixed with sharp, blinding pleasure that makes you cry out loud. your pussy spasms wildly, walls fluttering and clenching as the orgasm drags on and on.

michael moans deep and broken against your gushing pussy, the vibrations making the orgasm even sharper for you, dragging it out longer.

he keeps licking through every pulse, tongue working desperately like he can’t bear to miss a single drop. his hips stutter hard against the bed and you hear him whimper loudly as he, well you assume, cums in his pants, grinding through his own orgasm while still buried between your legs. his moans vibrate right against your oversensitive clit, making you shake even harder.

when the last spasm finally fades you collapse back onto the bed, chest quivering, body limp and trembling. michael rested his soaked cheek on your thigh, breathing hard, face shiny and flushed.

his lips are plush and abused, swollen from how long he’s been devouring you. he looks more fucked out than you do his eyes glassy, pupils still blown wide, like he’s floating somewhere far away.

you’re barely able to breathe yourself, but you reach down with a shaky hand and gently pat his damp curls. he leans into your touch immediately, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh with a soft, content sound.

“are you…

you let out a breath.

okay, mikey?”

he looks up at you, like you’re the only thing in his world. his eyes are soft and full of worship even through the haze.

“i will be.. if you let me go one more time?”

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“Mmh, baby m’so proud of you.” You breathe heavily. Michael’s breath hitches, face heating up as he stare at you. “Y-yeah?” His voice close to a whimper.

Michael received an honorary doctorate today for his contributions to the black education system. Oh you loved him so so much, he was so caring.

That’s why you were riding him right now to let him know just how much you appreciate him.

You lean down, moaning into his mouth as you roll your hips, giving him all of you. He moans into your mouth, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips.

“Hmnh-“ he whimpers, brows furrowed and biting his lip as he runs his hands over your curves. “Love you so much..” he expresses, big doe eyes on yours.

“I love you too baby,” you hum, sitting up and pressing your hands against his chest. “You make me so proud,” you praise.

He whines in adoration, staring up at you like he was gonna melt.

“You do everything for everybody..so handsome..” you moan, rolling your hips slow. Causing him to throw his head back and grip your hips tighter with those big hands of his.

“You’re so caring Michael. So sweet, and an even sweeter soul. Y’know that Mikey?” You ask breathlessly as you tilt your head.

Tears prick his eyes from how good he feels, nodding vastly. “Yes…yes, yes, I know, I swear I know,” He cries, still focused on you. His baby. His lady. All his to love on him.

“Oh my gosh.” He groans with a cry, throwing his head back harshly as his eyes practically roll to the back of his head. He tries to suppress a whimper, but ultimately fails miserably as he moans, sending a few thrust up into your pulsing cunt til your finishing right with him.

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high, collapsing against him.

After a few moments, you lift your head. Arms crossed underneath your head as you look down at him. “Congratulations ‘graduate’.” You giggle, tracing patterns on his chest.

He sits up ever so slightly, pecking your forehead with a worn out smile. “Thank you mama. I really appreciate that.”

You peck his lips a few times before he’s got a sly grin on his face and his cheeks are real high, an idea coming to him.

“Since you’re so proud of me…you wanna ride me again?” He suggests.

“Just a thought.” He quickly defends as you stare at him with a blank expression.

A/N: idea randomly came to my head, but I love this video of him sm you guys don’t understand.

bruce wayne doesn't know how to be exes. doesn't know how to act like an ex husband, doesn't know how to function without you either. its just been 6 months since your divorce. you both decided it was for the best, something about him focusing on crime rates in gotham rather than focusing on you, his wife. and no, you didn't just sit back and take the neglect. god, no. you put the divorce papers on his desk, the noise of the folder hitting it echoing as a slap, and? well..he respected your decsion.

but he also missed you, terribly. missed that fire. and so after making up some pathetic excuse of coming over to your apartment to 'drop something you left', he was now on your bed, having you spread out on all fours so prettily, his cock teased your swollen bud from behind, leaving you whining.

bruce speaks first "missed you baby.. missed this pussy." he speaks in that gruff voice of his. the voice you've heard so many times before.

you roll your eyes, the very same fire he fell for in the first place, "prove it then."

and that was it. bruce pushes into your wetness, you groan at the stretch as he bottoms out with a groan. the delicious fullness of it all coaxed a moan out of you as the filthy sound of wet skin slapping echoed throughout the room. his head repeatedly hitting that sweet spot, feeling like ecstasy. you could feel the veins, feel every pulse, feel every little drop of pre cum that dripped from his sensitive tip. his arm comes up, wrapping around your waist as he pounds into you from behind, hands working their way up to your tits. "gonna marry you again" bruce grunts in your ear while fucking you into oblivion.

bruce wayne doesn't know how to be exes. how could he?

munch!jason todd who spends every day, sometimes multiple times a day, positioned right between your legs. he truly believes that's where he belongs.

munch!jason todd who loves coming home after patrol and finding you curled up on the couch in nothing but panties and one of his oversized t-shirts.

he'll drop to his knees right in front of where you're sitting, taking hold of your calves to pull you closer to him, big hands already pulling at the waistband of your underwear.

munch!jason todd who once he gets you bare and sees your folds glistening with arousal, dives right in. licking and sucking at your puffy, swollen clit.

munch!jason todd who nearly creams his boxers when he hears your mewls and whines from him making out with your cunt.

munch!jason todd who can't shut the fuck up when he's eating you out.

"fuuuck baby-" he moans into your heat, "pretty pussy's s'wet for me..." he would ramble on and on about how much he loves this, if you didn't tug at his hair and shush him.

munch!jason todd who sticks two fingers in, scissoring you open while his mouth works tirelessly pleasing you.

"that feel good, huh?" he grins with a sort of pride, looking up at your fucked-out expression, "so fuckin' beautiful like this..." he's obsessed with the knowing that only he can make you feel this good.

munch!jason todd who ruts his hips against the couch the whole time, trying not to be selfish, but it's so hard, literally, when you're making all those pretty noises just for him.

munch!jason todd who can tell you're close before you even know it. when he feels your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, and your breath get shallow, he knows all you need is a little encouragement.

"there you go, baby, you gonna cum for me?" he tilts his head, pulling his lips away you to speak, making you whine. he huffs a laugh and goes back down to suck at your clit harder than before, making you cry out.

"mhm... fuck- cum for me, sweet girl" he smiles into your cunt, relishing in the way you tighten impossibly around his fingers when you finally let go and cum with his name on your tongue.

munch!jason todd who licks you clean like your release is liquid gold, closing his eyes and focusing purely on how good you taste.

munch!jason todd who presses a soft kiss right on your sensitive bud when he's done cleaning you up, then gazing up at you with that whipped, lovesick look in his eyes.

munch!jason todd who has a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants when he stands up. he flops down next to you on the couch and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the top of your head and holding you as you recover form your orgasm.

munch!jason todd who leans his head down to whisper sweetly to you, "you're jus' too good, baby"