choso looks too enticing when falling apart, a complete mess in your hands. stroking his achingly hard length even though he’s just cum, seed dripping obscenely down his shaft. the glide of your palm smooth and slick, overstimulating him on purpose.
he feels dizzy, whining as you continue to play with him, “baby– hnn– it’s too much– hah!—” words coming out slurred.
you’re sucking in a breath at his whingy tone and the pathetic look in his eyes, he’s falling apart. his abs tense as he writhes, lower lip wobbling with his moans. looking entirely too good in his pitiful state, your cunt leaking into your panties.
“wait– fuck– hnn—” he whimpers while trying to talk, head foggy and overwhelmed by the devastating pleasure you’re giving him, “i can’t– ah– i’m gonna—”
“you’re doing so good, cho,” purring low at him, “cum again for me, yeah?”
choso can’t stop cursing under his breath, truly feeling like he’s out of his mind as he finishes again in a way he never has. fluid clearer than he’s used to and going further, feeling like the wind has been knocked out of him as he shakes slightly. insides twitching and his thighs quivering.
holy shit, you just made choso squirt for you. a large grin overtaking your face as you praise, “good boy.”
⋆˚꩜｡CW• 18+. Mdni. Smut barely any plot i fear. Facefucking, biting, sub!choso, dom!female reader, teasing.
lowkey inspired by this fanart
You’re at your vanity, sat in Choso’s lap applying your new lipstick.
Who cares if it’s ten o’clock at night and you have nowhere to be. You’d been waiting all day for your overly priced item to arrive.
“Transfer-proof” you read on the label of the tube before peeling it off and flicking it away. Choso hums, watching you apply it through the mirror with awe.
Without warning, you turn and press your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He opens it immediately, allowing you take control of the kiss as you subconsciously grind down on him.
You pull away just as abruptly, dragging a whine from him in the process, and press a few pecks around his face before turning back to the mirror.
A frown forms on your face as you see your pigmented prints all over your boyfriend’s face.
“Those fucking liars.” you grumble as you stare at your dazed boyfriend through the reflective surface.
“Sorry baby.” you sigh disappointedly as you grab a makeup wipe before turning back to your boyfriend, ready to wipe away the stain.
He halts your hands halfway to face, saying quickly “I like them.”
You raise your eyebrow at that. Of course he fucking does. Choso is a sucker for letting you cover him in marks, it’s like a not-so-subtle reminder to the world, and him, that he belongs to you.
“Oh really?” You quip, clearly amused by your boyfriend’s insistence on keeping the stains on his face.
“Yes… give me more… please.” he pouts. You can already feel him hardening beneath you. Ugh, this freak.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
You reapply before bringing your face to his neck, sucking slowly all over before pressing prints onto the reddening skin. Choso whimpers beneath you as you pull his hoodie off to reveal his chest.
You immediately pepper kisses all over his collarbone, progressively getting lower and lower. Reaching his nipples, you flick your tongue over one of the buds, while rolling the other one between your thumb and index, causing him to buck his hips up slightly.
Moans reach your ears as you wrap your lips around the bud. You bite lightly and pull as Choso cries out, “Mhm, f-feels s-so good my love.” You smile at the approval, clamping down a little harder, just to hear him whine louder.
You finally pull away, flicking the now hard buds simultaneously before pressing a kiss over each one, causing his eyes to roll back.
To get comfortable as you get lower, you move from his lap and kneel before him as you press a kiss to each ab. Your tongue flicks out, as you trace the lines between each ab causing him to tense involuntarily. “P-please don’t t-tease, I-I can’t take it.” Choso grunts from above, trying, and failing, to even out his voice.
Humming in obedience, you move on from that area of your canvas and move towards his v-line. You pull his already low sweatpants lower, not enough to free his suffering dick, but just enough to see to the full v shape.
You take your sweet time, deciding to leave lip prints in the shape of arrows along the skin, every press making your whimpering boyfriend more desperate.
He’s so out of it, and you haven’t even reached his dick yet. Pathetic. But pathetic for you and only you.
He opens his eyes as he feels you pull away from where he needs you most, rising to full height. He’s watching as you reach for the tube again. You rest your elbows on the desk in front of you as you reapply, ass hovering right over the tent in his pants and it takes everything in him to not pull you down and hump you until you were both messes.
Choso whimpers for the nth time as he waits as patiently as he can given the situation. You finally turn back around, smiling wickedly as you say “Right, where was I?”
“P-ple-” he cuts himself off with a groan as you finally free his twitching dick, the cold air almost enough to make him cum, but he holds out.
You drop to your knees, pressing kisses around the base and all over his balls. Choso’s hands fall to your head, gripping tightly but not moving you.
“Cho, do you want me to make your dick pretty?”
He groans, nodding frantically, not trusting himself to open his mouth without whining any louder than he already has.
“Words.” you say, smacking the weeping tip against your lips.
“Yesyesyesybabyp-please.” he whines, working overtime to hold onto the slivers of dignity he has left.
“Do you want to come fir-”
You’re cut off by Choso’s hips snapping up, dick finally enveloped in the warmth of your mouth as he groans,“S-sorry baby, n-need this.”
He’s relentless as he thrusts uncontrollably, thick tip nudging the back of your throat and you allow him to push you head in sync with the thrusts, humming every time he tightens his grip on your head.
Choso’s head falls back and begins to babble at some point, saying everything and nothing at the same time.
You can tell by the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you relax your throat and press yourself all the way down, until your nose meets his pelvis. Your tongue is drawing pattern across his underside vein as he finally cums, letting out his highest whine of the night.
It takes a second for his hips to stop thrusting, but they do eventually and you pull off, smiling up at your cutie boyfriend.
“Are you ready for me to make your dick pretty now?” you ask innocently even though you are far from it.
“Mhm.”
Choso meets your eyes as you press kisses all over his still twitching dick. Fuck, it’s a sight.
He doesn’t even realise that he’s started rocking into your hand until you press a kiss to his tip, right over his slit and he’s cumming again.
You stand and look at your shaking masterpiece.
“Fuck Cho, you’re beautiful.” you mutter.
“N-not as beautiful as you my love.” he whispers before passing out on your vanity chair.
a/n: I feel like a fruit fly rubbing my hands as i reread this. I’m lowkey proud hehehe. I PINKY PROMISE THAT IM WORKING ON FRATJO HEADCANNONS PT2. Ik it doesn’t seem like it but writing is so hard when i have so many other ideas for everything but that one project. ANYWAYS. Tips are always appreciated bc I write for you guys and want you guys to enjoy my media.
caving to choso’s request was your first and final mistake—he may not be good with words, but he’s a pretty straight-forward guy, especially when it comes his desires regarding you, or rather, what he wanted you to do to him.
so now he’s lying on his back, the pale expanse of his washboard abs on full display beneath the moonlight coming in through the blinds. said moonlight is illuminating blurred, glowing strips over his torso, making him look all the more flushed and beautiful.
his face has long turned a deep red—the dark mark across his nose bridge becoming a gentle, glowing crimson from exertion—to the point that no amount of blood manipulation could hinder the flow from circulating to his face—or to his leaking, throbbing dick.
you’ve been edging choso for a little while now. ten, maybe fifteen minutes of slowly bringing your index finger and thumb—which are wrapped around his aching, suffering, lubed-up length, creating a small ring of pleasure—up and down his shaft.
his hands are twitching at his sides on the sheeted mattress. one part of him wants to be impatient—bratty—to take his own to hands and just fistfuck himself senseless. the other half likes the delay, the lack of control—how easy it is for him to just lay back and watch. it’s a delicious fight between wanting to cum and wanting to satisfy you.
he’s biting on the bottom hem of his t-shirt to keep it up and out of the way, saliva darkening the fabric as you continue to mercilessly edge him. the fabric of his shirt straining against him as he bites down only serves to accentuate the curve of those voluptuous pecs you love so much.
another lazy drag of your fingers, and choso can’t take it anymore. it’s taking everything in him not to act up.
“mphhug...c’n i c’m..” he mumbles shakily, speaking with the lower half of his shirt in his mouth. he parts his jaw a little wider to let you remove the damp fabric. “c-cum…hmmf… i'm gonna...i need to—” he cuts himself off with a deep, low whine that diminishes into something resembling a high-pitched mewl, bucking his hips up off the mattress and into your hand. you pull away with a small chuckle.
“you need to what?” you hum in accordance, eyes raking over his pathetic, trembling body—hand hovering over his begging cock. you can tell he’s falling apart. he looks entirely too pathetic, but it's sacred in it's own way—seeing a usually stone-faced half-curse reduced down to a whining, begging mess.
there’s an obscene amount of pre dripping from the head of his length, dribbling down his cock and creating more slick.
the plug inside of his length only serves to increase the pressure. if it weren’t for that pesky, metal rod, he’d have cum ten minutes ago.
you lean closer to choso on the mattress, capturing his lips—and all his small whimpers with them—in a reverent, hungry, rewarding kiss, and as you do, you begin sliding free the beaded urethral plug in one fluid motion.
when the plug is pulled out, it’s slick with cho’s white seed. his cock is another story—leaking, spurting, pumping. globs of thick, white cum bead up at the head of his pink cock, then spill down the skin of his shaft.
you catch every single indecent noise against his mouth. what once was a mutually reciprocated kiss becomes a one-sided endeavor on your part, and a struggling, whimpering effort on choso’s part.
his cock, now lacking the support from the plug, rests limp against his stomach.
“thank you,” he whimpers into the kiss, his grateful voice barely above a whisper. you lay the plug flat on his stomach, next to his spent, newly sensitive cock, and respond quietly. both smugness and sincerity dripping from every syllable of your response.
“anytime.”
this feels somewhat emotionless bc i'm not used to writing smut (◞‸ ◟)💧
seven minutes in heaven w frat!kuna gets a bit heated ... (shy!reader)
you shouldn't be here. no—you shouldn't have even considered being here. the idea crossing your mind in general was laughable, but, here you were. sitting criss cross apple sauce in a circle with some of the most popular people at your university. sukuna had invited you, claiming it was your turn to have a "taste of his world." you reluctantly agreed, uneasy at what it might entail, and you were right to. you were always right.
"it's her turn," the white haired one, gojo, nodded to you. you swallowed hard and reaching a shaky hand in the middle of the circle. before you could reach the bottle, someone objected.
"this is getting boring," shoko, the dark haired one who was close with gojo, complained. "it doesn't help this is a game designed for edgy middle schoolers. make it interesting."
"seven minutes in heaven?" another brunette suggested. the people in the circle murmured as they considered the idea.
"you said that a little too quickly choso," gojo said suspiciously. "anyone you got in mind?" he clapped his back and choso turned a deep red.
"dude..." choso said, clearly embarrassed.
"still designed for edgy middle schoolers..." shoko grumbled.
"i'm down for seven minutes in heaven." your head shot up at sukuna's voice. he entered the kitchen with a few more bottles in his hands. he handed them to a few of his friends before settling down beside you.
"you okay?" he whispered to you.
you nodded before turning your focus back to the circle. you didn't want him to coddle you. sure, this wasn't the way you'd typically spend a friday night, but you were fine. sort of. as long as he didn't leave your side. it dawned on you that he might have to during this game to go makeout with someone. you didn't like the uneasiness that settled into your stomach at that thought. he's probably done that and more a hundred of times...but still. you couldn't shake the icky feeling.
"okay, stop stalling. let's start then,” geto, another frat bro, urged. seems like the discourse was finally over. "whose turn was it again?"
everyone's eyes landed on you. your stomach churned and you nodded awkwardly. god, you really needed to stop nodding. you probably looked stupid. but you felt stupid. whoever it landed on, you'd tell them you weren't interested and just sit in silence for all of the four hundred and twenty seconds. that was your master, foolproof plan.
you spun the bottle and watched as it did almost a full 360, just falling a bit short of where you were sitting, but just enough to stir things up. the entire circle cheered when it landed on sukuna. they cheered on as he stared at the bottle in disbelief, looked at you to make sure you were okay with it, and even when you dragged your feet to the closet with him trailing behind you.
the darkness that engulfed the closet was daunting. you stepped on his foot at least twice and accidentally elbowing him. you apologized profusely and he reassured you it was fine, then silence fell over the two of you.
was your plan really that foolproof? it was created with being picked to kiss a stranger in mind. sukuna was no stranger. if you had to be completely honest, you wouldn't mind kissing him. to fulfill the challenge of course. nothing more.
"what are the odds?" he said finally.
you laughed at his stupid pun. "close to none since you were sitting right beside me."
he scoffed, "you always seem to make the impossible possible. why are you surprised now?"
you frowned. "huh?"
"i have the best grade i've ever had in all my years in college right now, thanks to you. i actually give a shit about school in general, thanks to you. if you told me i'd be where i am now a year ago, i'd laugh in your face." he sighed. "i just wish you could see the impact you make."
you were stunned. you didn't expect the two of you to sit in silence for almost ten minutes, but you didn't expect it to get deep.
"no, you're okay. i'm just processing." another minute passes before you break the silence.
"you're the only would i'd feel comfortable doing this with," you blurted out. you winced immediately as your confession hung heavy in the air. it was silent before you heard a low chuckle.
"sitting in the dark in silence...or making out?"
it was your turn to keep quiet. you hesitated, before replying with a simple, "both." it wasn't long before sukuna fumbled around the dark and finally found you. his lips crashed against yours and the two of you walked backwards until your back hit the wall. the two of you both groaned into the kiss. your fingers found their way in his hair as you kissed him back. this kiss was hungry: weeks of built up tension finally adding up this moment. you tugged his hair lightly and he grunted. he pulled away to trail kisses down your neck and you gasped. his lips were hot on your skin and you whined softly.
“kuna.” you gasped once more as he started sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck. your skin was on fire. he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“tell me to stop.”
your eyes widened as his hands traveled down your body. you didn’t want him to stop. you were probably violating multiple rules in your handbook, but right now, you didn’t care. you held your breath as his hand dipped under your skirt and in your panties.
“jesus christ,” he muttered, “you’re soaked.” you bit you lip and spread your legs a little wider. he chuckled and leaned in even closer.
“i’m guess you don’t want me to stop?”
you shook your head even though it was dark. “no,” you swallowed hard, “please don’t.”
with that, sukuna pulled your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of your weeping cunt. you trembled as he started pumping them slowly inside of you.
“shit,” he groaned. your slick was bound to be coating his hand by now, but the two of you were too turned on to care. he buried his head in your neck and sighed. you moaned as he curled his fingers, velvet walls clenching around him.
“shhh, they’re right outside,” he shushed you and clamped his hand over your mouth. he continued fucking you with his fingers, muttering about how wet you were. sukuna’s long fingers reached where your own couldn’t, even the spongy spot deep inside of you. you whined as he reached your g spot, moans muffled by his hand. heat pooled in your stomach as you got closer and closer to the edge. your heartbeat faster as he chased your high.
"isn't this a-against like f-five different rules?" you asked nervously. the pleasure building in your abdomen made you feel slightly guilty. no wonder it felt so good, you weren't supposed to be doing anything like this at all. when you first signed up, you'd promised treat mentees with respect...and your current predicament was anything but respectful.
"who cares?" sukuna murmured. "we started breaking rules when we had our first date," he kissed your neck and chuckled. "you're close, aren't you? cum for me. need to feel it." he kissed your cheek and you groaned. you prayed the lewd noises coming from you weren't audible for the audience outside. with one last shaky breath, you came undone. you clenched around his fingers and shuddered as he kept going, pushing you past overstimulation. your body shook, overwhelmed with the pleasure as you gasped.
"k-kuna." your broken cries were barely coherent. your thighs shook and you clutched his arm to steady yourself.
"hmm?" he asked you mockingly. "you always take what i give you so well." he pressed a kiss to your temple.
you opened your mouth to reply but you both froze as someone knocked on the closet door loudly. "yo, the seven minutes have been up."
with an exasperated sigh, sukuna pulled away and helped you put yourself back together. your legs felt like jelly as you did the walk of shame out of the closet. you didn't dare meet sukuna's eyes or any of the other people in attendance. you were sure what you had just done would be evident on your face. it definitely was on sukuna's. other than his messy hair and his slightly swollen lips, he had that mischievous glint in his eye once again. the two of you sat back down and watched as the next duo was picked.
"you okay?"
you titled your head slightly and saw sukuna eyeing you warily. you were more than okay. whatever the hell went down in the closet wasn't something you expected at all. to be honest, you were sad your time was cut short.
"mhm... i kinda wish we had more time," you admitted. your eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone had heard your confession. they were too busy teasing choso for being next.
sukuna chuckled and leaned in. "that can certainly be arranged."
Touch Starved!Dex who never really got affection growing up. Physical touch was always for a reason. Touch usually meant being corrected, restrained, examined, or getting pushed aside. Even after years of therapy, the military, and the FBI, physical contact never became something comforting.
Touch Starved!Dex who instinctively stiffens whenever someone reaches for him. His shoulders lock before he even realizes he’s doing it, muscles bracing for impact out of pure habit. It wasn’t out of fear, more discomfort.
Touch Starved!Dex who didn’t realize he liked being touched until he met and started dating you..
Touch Starved!Dex who never asks for affection because he doesn’t think it’s something he’s allowed to need. Instead, he quietly leans a little closer whenever you’re beside him, sitting on the couch, or standing just close enough that your arms occasionally brush. He tells himself it’s really nothing every single time.
Touch Starved!Dex who practically goes limp the first time you play with his hair. His eyes close before he can stop them, his breathing slows, and every bit of tension he’d been carrying for weeks simply drains away beneath your fingertips. It’s so natural that he doesn’t even realize what happened until you stop, leaving him staring at you with the smallest hint of confusion because he already misses it.
Touch Starved!Dex who slowly becomes addicted to holding your hand. At first it’s awkward, his fingers stiff and uncertain against yours, but before long he finds himself reaching for you without thinking. It isn’t possessiveness. He just likes the reassuring weight of your hand resting in his.
Touch Starved!Dex who sleeps better when you’re touching him somehow. Your hand on his chest. Your leg thrown over his. Even just your foot brushing against his under the blankets. He’ll never admit it, but if you roll too far away in your sleep, he’ll unconsciously move closer.
Touch Starved!Dex who starts finding excuses to touch you every chance he got. He just can’t help it! His arms wrapped around your waist, hand intertwined whenever he could, face buried in your neck. It was addictive.
Touch Starved!Dex who whines and moans so sweetly every time you jerk him off. His hips stutter the second your hand wraps around him, breath catching sharp in his throat. He tries to stay quiet at first, biting down on the sounds, but they spill out anyway, soft, broken little noises that get higher the closer he gets. When he finally cums, it spills all over your fingers while his whole body shudders against you.
Touch Starved!Dex who refuses to look at you whenever you give him head. The second your mouth is on him his head tips back, eyes squeezed shut, one hand fisted in your hair. He can’t risk it. The wet heat of your tongue, the tight squeeze of your hand, it’s already too much for him! Looking at you would make him finish in seconds and he knows it, so he stays turned away, breathing hard through clenched teeth, fighting not to come the second you suck him deeper.
Touch Starved!Dex who eats you out like a pro and grinds against the mattress until he cums in his pants. Once he gets his mouth on you he doesn’t stop, slow, focused, desperate, like he’s starving for the taste. His hips roll against the bed the whole time just from the taste of you. By the time you’re shaking under his tongue he’s already soaked through his boxers, quiet broken sounds muffled against your skin as he finishes just from that.
Touch Starved!Dex who begs to fuck you and never lasts long. He sinks into you with a shaky breath and a whispered “please,” already close. A few deep thrusts later he’s apologizing under his breath, voice tight, warning you he’s not going to make it. He spills inside you with a low, helpless sound, then doesn’t pull away. Instead he stays buried deep catching his breath before using his perfect accuracy to get you off properly, determined to make up for finishing so fast.
Touch Starved!Dex who leaves you desperately begging for his cock to cum inside you. Every thrust is deliberate, angling just right until you’re shaking and clawing at his back. After he knows you’re satisfied, Dex lets go one last time with a broken groan burying himself and filling you completely. Thick, precise, and so deep you feel it for hours after.
Touch Starved!Dex who always cleans you up and takes care of you once you’re done. He’s gentle about it, wiping you down with slow, careful hands knowing you need it. Afterwards, he pulls you straight into his arms and tucks your head under his chin, locking his body around yours. He never skips the cuddling and needs the contact just as much as you do, quiet, warm, and unwilling to let go.
Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
You cannot convince me that Enjin wouldn’t love a woman who lowkey hates him.
Like he LOVES you so much. Every time you pull away, slightly disgusted by him being gross (in a hot way), it just gets him going so much. Tbh, youre better than him in so many different ways and the fact that you entertain him at all is so hot to him. Youre smarter, funnier, hotter, cooler, nicer, literally just a better person overall compared to him. The way your insults sometimes fly over his head is really funny too. (Zanka always gets them and chuckles with you, which sometimes is the only reason Enjin knows that he was just insulted. He proceeds to pout and say that you werent being nice to him which you respond “i never said i was gonna be nice to you”)
He loves pulling you close and blowing smoke into your face through his nose, or letting the smoke seep out through his teeth. To him, having you squirm in his arms while he does so is such an addicting feeling. As much as you act disgusted, you don’t actually fight that hard to get out of his hold. After all, he KNOWS how strong you are. You have been on plenty of jobs together. If you REALLY wanted to get away from him, you easily could.
But you don’t.
That simple fact is what keeps him glued to your side. For as much as you protest or insult him or say that he is grossing you out or even just flat out ignore him(tho thats rare), you stay right where you are.
He knows its only a matter of time till you fully fall for his weird and off putting charms. So, for now, he is enjoying this banter with you as much as he wants (or as much as you’ll let him).
Tamsy coming up behind you when you bend over a table or random surface, trying to grab something, and placing his hands on your hips to pull you closer while pushing his hips against your ass. The action makes you jump and look at him in shock, having not expected that from him. He just leans down and pressed a small kiss to your lips before walking away like nothing happened. Mf doesn’t even say anything and doesn’t give you the time to either before he vanishes
No one saw it and you knew no one would believe you if you said something, which was exactly why he did it. Now, his favorite part of this entire plan, he gets to watch you squirm under his gaze for the rest of the day until you inevitably end up in his room tonight for more
tired of toji always being the top, so you decide to finally take charge
⟢
he was a top. every. damn. time.
no matter how many times you’ve begged to get on him even once, he’d refuse and end up beating you to it. you didn’t know why he resented the idea of getting dominated.
well you decided to find that out tonight.
per usual, he thought it was gonna be a normal night—clothes off, a heated makeout session, then a slow shift to the sex you both craved... with him on top.
the lights were dimmed down, the sheets were mixed with the scent of musky skin, and you sat on his lap with your knees placed on either side of his hips. the world was narrowed down to only the two of you in the heat of the moment.
both of your lips crashed against each other in a frantic, almost brutal pace like he was trying to consume you whole instead of kiss you. a string of groans and tiny, accidental whimpers slipped from his throat as he reveled the feeling of your lips against his. but your mind was only stuck to one thing—stay in this position and dont screw it up.
your mind had grown familiar to the way his large hands tightened on your hips before flipping you beneath him. as your lips attacked his in equal fervor, your mind stayed alert to his grip, tracking the way his calloused fingers dug into your hips. it was hard to tell if he was tightening them or not from his brutal grip.
just as he deepened his hold on you, you added extra pressure on his hips to keep him pinned down in the position you wanted. a tiny grunt escaped his throat as confusion clashed with the arousal in his eyes. he frowned like he didn't understand.
"hey, what are you.." but before he could register what was going on, you were already sinking down on his above-average cock. not only was it long, it was thick enough to stretch you out to your full limit with veins trailing down the sides. it was something he was fully aware of, but he knew how to keep quiet about it. watching the expressions on girls' faces was priceless when they get face to face with his cock, but you? you've sort of grown accustomed to it..since you got it almost every night.
you could admit it was easier to be on the bottom when it was time to put it in.
his hands remained on your hips, hesitating whether to push you off or pull you closer. "wait, wait, wait-", the change on his face was noticeable. something uneasy..maybe frightened? though it was masked by the horniness that seemed to spread all over him.
"shh, just..fuck..just trust me.", you muttered out as you struggled to get halfway down. he looked as if he didn't know whether to tease you about your struggling or panic that you're currently on top of him. it was beautiful, truly.
once you finally sat down fully on his cock, a deep, guttural groan tore from his throat. but it lacked the fire and presented slight vulnerability. you paused for a moment as you took in the unfamiliar expression written all over him, but you couldn't help the way your walls begged to be rubbed by him.
those groans slowly morphed into whimpers and incoherent whines when your hips started to move a steady pace—not punishing, but enough to make his head spin. suddenly the straight lines on the wall began to wiggle and swim across his peripheral vision because you were all he could see right now. he couldn't afford to waste this sight of you despite how blurry you looked in his eyes.
your red, velvety walls squelched loud—loud enough that it echoed and bounced off the walls till it was all he heard. he wished he could record all of the noises that came out of you and play it on repeat over and over til no music could hit his ears the right way anymore.
but god, the feeling of you. it was like his cock was made exactly for you, wrapping around him in the right and worst way possible.
the sounds, the sensation, the sight of you—its was too much for him, fuckkk, too much too much-
you were just as far gone as he was. you didn't realize it until you felt his muscular arms pull you flush against him his chest. it was as if you were the only solid thing he could cling onto. you didnt realize the sobs he let out—the tears that were soaking the crook of your neck for however long youve been pounding on him.
he wanted to push you away so bad. every bone in his body begged him to stop this. to hide the tears that were considered weak and submissive. but at the same time, he was so lost in the feeling of you. he wanted you closer and closer..
he clung onto you impossibly tighter, nails digging into the soft skin of your torso that will definitely leave dark bruises the next day. the heat of it all was completely ruining..or maybe amplifying your senses. because you didnt notice that the slurred, sloppy whines that he's been letting out were desperate pleas.
"please! just..mghh fuck- wait, wait, wait! please listen to-," his entire body went rigid when his climax hit him like a tidal wave. a choked gasp escaped his lips, hips bucking up violently as the thick, white ropes of his cum painted your walls. the warm liquid spilled uncontrollably, the absurdity fading in a noticeable, crimson color up his face. even he didn't know he could cum that much.
the arms that had been holding onto you so tight finally went limp on his sides. the relief felt like heavy chains freeing you after being held captive. but were you the one being held captive? when you got the chance to pull away, he looked wrecked. extremely, utterly wrecked. it was the most beautiful sight youve ever seen—his dark hair clinging onto his forehead, his chest rising and falling with every heavy heave, his sweat acting as a second skin...and the tears that were spilling out of his eyes.
his bottom lip was popped out too.
"wait. shit, toji, i didn't mean to-," you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was already anchoring himself back onto you. he replied with a soft, tiny whimper that he would kill if anyone else heard. he kept his face pinned in the crook of your neck, hiding the pure embarrassment and acknowledgement about how you successfully turned him into a complete mess. every piece of armor was torn away from him just by the your determination and curiosity.
once his breathing finally started to steady, he looked up at you with those glossy eyes that made your chest ache.
nerd!jo is secretly a pervert
ꪆৎ mdni . nsfw . reader was filmed w/o consent . guilty while jerking off ⋮ 0.6k
nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.
when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.
before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.
he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.
later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you.
satoru started stroking his dick as he watched the video clip. he heaved a deep sigh at watching your boobs for the second time. you have no idea how hard he would abuse that fucking tape. already leaking with pre cum, he rubbed the tip with his thumb to spread the fluid over his shaft.
fingers slick and mind drunk, satoru shut his eyes and imagined you were still in the room watching him jerk off. his hand glided up and down as the sound of your voice played in the background. he inhaled the scent of your perfume from the shirt like the filthy pervert that he is. his strokes got faster, teeth biting onto your shirt as he desperately reached for the release.
he jerked his hips up thinking that he’s fucking your pussy hole, grip tightening on his cock and breaths turning shallow at every hard thrust around his fingers. he mumbled your name through the fabric repeatedly like it’s a prayer, the dryness in his throat made his voice crack at each attempt. his drool soaked the bust part of the shirt. nevertheless, he sucked it like it’s your tits, tongue moving in circle motions like he’s playing with your nipple.
he whimpered and pleaded into thin air, begging forgiveness for secretly recording you. but fuck he needed to cum. just let this one pass. he swore he’d be a good boy once he had you in his life. he’d be at your mercy. he’d even let you punish him for this sinful act.
he slowed down his strokes and tossed his head weakly against the bed frame as ropes of cum spurted over your shirt.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆toji shows you his stretch marks, comfort, fluff ish, toji is a cutie and a man.. he don’t get it lowk bc how can u ever find yourself ugly, nicknames, mention of readers insecurity. ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
Your hand dug into tojis black surprisingly soft hair, surprising for a man who thinks 3-1 shampoo will do the job.
This has been your little routine daily since you moved in with toji. You'd usually be home earlier from work already and he would come home an hour or two later, find you and drape himself over you like a house cat.
He was laying between your legs, head on your stomach while you caressed his hair in your shared bed. "I'm so fucking tired." He mumbled moving his head to press a kiss onto your stomach.
"It was a long day today.." you mumble softly pushing his hair back out of his face. He just pressed his head further into your stomach. "Mhm, you're warm tho. Smell good too." He smiles into your stomach, his eyes closing.
You almost think he's gonna fall asleep when he suddenly lifts his head up after hearing your tummy rumble. "Excuse me." He grins hands moving to lift your shirt up, "someone's hungry-"
Your hands shoot out to grab his wrists. Your hands don't even wrap around his wrists fully- he's a lot bigger then you but he stops his actions regardless, respecting whatever has happened here that he hasn't quite figured out yet. "Okay.." Toji furrows his brows eyes scanning your face, "I just... don't want you to." You mumble avoiding eye contact.
Toji had indeed gotten home a bit later today and in that time you had showered and noticed a red line forming on your stomach. When you looked closer, there were more. On your hips. Your boobs.
Stretch marks..
"That's fine doll," his voice was so soft and reassuring, eyes becoming concerned. "You want me to make you something?" You shook your head. "No I'm fine, I already ate before you got home." You smiled sweetly but it didn't reach your eyes.
You were.. lying to him?
Toji couldn't remember a time you had lied to him or you must've done it so well he didn't realise.
He also couldn't remember a time you didn't love his hand on you... "you did? What you eat?"
"Just some leftovers.." you again dug your hand into his hair trying to distract him, or yourself..
"The leftovers from last night?" You nod.
"The leftovers I ate midnight because I was starving?..."
shit.
"No, uhm actually-"
"You suck at this doll, fess up. What's wrong?" His right hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, gentle as ever even if he was twice your size.
He was just twice your size and jacked. You on the other hand were gaining pounds by the week with the way toji fed you as if you were bulking alongside him.
"did something happen?? Your stomach is the same baby, feels the same as yesterday and last week and last month... what's wrong?" He pushed trying his best to understand. Normally when something was wrong you just came to him about it.
This obviously wasn't something you wanted to talk about but with the way your stomach rumbling it concerned him, "okay then, I'll see myself."
When his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt again you literally pulled away. Sitting up so fast toji fell off your lap into the mattress bellow you two.
"No, it's fine. Stop." You moved away but Toji only grinned grabbing you and pulling you back, you were now laying on your back toji ontop of you. He kissed you soft and quick then again to get your little attitude to disappear
"Okay- okay!" You smiled. "There we go, now talk to me." He somewhat pouted, you sighed. "Fine, but if you dare say anything you won't ever see me again I swear toji." You looked away when you pulled your shirt up slightly so he could see the lines that were beside your belly button.
His brows furrowed again looking down between you two, "What's up, is it hurting?" He looked back at you with concern.
"No..." you had the same confused expression now. "It's ugly, I hate it."
"Ugly.." Toji sounded like he didn't hear you, as if he was trying to decipher all the things ugly meant because he may have just... learned the word wrong???? There was no way you were talking about your tummy- his tummy.
His soft comforting little adorable tummy. No.
"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"
"The stretch marks toji." You huffed.
Toji could only smile when his eyes went back to your face. "I can't believe you worried me about that, they've been there for two days doll. They're pretty. You don't think so?"
You could hear the confusion in his voice which almost made you feel like this was all very unnecessary.. you shook your head. Toji smirked climbing off you.
Oh no, was this him realising you were right???
He simply turned around lifted up his shirt and that's when you saw it.
How hadn't you seen those before????
Little lines horizontally on his lowers back. Little purple ones but also faded pink. He angled his bicep a certain way and suddenly you saw a couple red lines there too. You couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face, they were actually adorable on him.
This is how he must feel with you.
"Still ugly?" He didn't flinch when you shuffled forward on your knees so your hand could reach out and touch them. "No.. they're not ugly toji." You whispered your finger tracing the lines.
"I've had these since I was a teen, grew too quick and when I hit the gym at first I didn't really know how to lift properly yet, it happens. They're part of our story dear, you're beautiful with or without stretch marks." He turned around sitting down on his knees while you sat on the edge of his bed. His arms wrapped around you, his head in your lap again.
"Thank you." You smiled moving down and pecking his lips. He smirked, "ofcourse gonna look so sexy when you have many more once I put a baby in yo-
You smacked him. "Never. Happening."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. We'll see about that.."
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Werecat Tamsy who, under the full moon, completely looses all inhibitions and fucks you so hard that you pass out as he faded in and out of consciousness and unconsciousness while his body moves on pure instinct.
I can see a situation where he knows that the full moon is that night. He debates if he should tell you or not considering this is the first time you will be spending it with him as well as the first full moon to pass since you both started your relationship. For some reason the effects are stronger than normal this month and as the day continues into the evening, he is slowly loosing himself.
At first it’s the smell of you. He always knew you smelled good - far too good for someone who lived on the ground. Then it’s the way you’re wondering around with your legs on full display while wearing his shirt around HQ. Usually something like that wouldn’t affect him, but it sure as hell was tonight. Then it was how you looked at him, the way you spoke so sweetly, the slight touches you shared with him, your laugh. God, everything about you was just looking so fucking good.
Thoughts of fucking you and filling you with his cum until you were so full that it wouldn’t stay inside you plagued his mind and he couldn’t shake them. Though, you’d never know from looking at him. He just sat perfectly calm with that gently smile that he always had.
What really sent him over the edge was Enjin. The bastard thought he could cosy up next to you. Tamsy couldn’t help the twitch of his nose that threatened to break his entire act as Enjin blew smoke directly into your face. It didn’t matter that you moved closer to Tamsy or that you removed Enjins arm from around you. All the man saw was the disrespect that was given to your relationship.
That’s when he snapped and dragged you out of HQ and to the apartment that he had in the closest town. You didn’t even get to ask any questions because as soon as the door closed, Tamsy pushed you against it and shoved his cock inside you. You managed to turn around just enough to see his werecat ears made an appearance.
His pace was brutal and mean and he didn’t let up once the entire night. When he still had half his mind, he would have you sit on his face. One arm was wrapped firmly around your thigh to keep you on his mouth while the other was pumping his cock.
Then he started to black out too. He could only gather bits and pieces. He knew he basically fucked you on every surface he could find. It only made it better when you managed to get out of his hold to try and run away. He would always catch you, aka how you ended up fucking in so many different places. The expressions you made as you were completely helpless under him just spurred him on even further.
He can remember having you completely folded in half with your knees pinned next to your ears at one point. Cum was literally everywhere and the sight of it spilling out from your poor abused hole made him harder than he has ever been before.
Tamsy is nasty in the best way possible because despite all of that, despite having his cock buried in you for the past however many hours, he will still pull out and eat you like he’s starved. The way you pull on his hair and ears only gets him going even more. At some point, he wasn’t sure if you were awake or not and honestly, he didn’t really think he could be considered awake either with how hazy his memories were. After all, he wasn’t really sure how you both moved from the kitchen counter to the bathroom to the bed. It kind of just happened even tho he didn’t think he moved.
The next morning is interesting. You wake up with his cock still buried deeper inside you than he has ever been. It’s so unbelievably sticky between you two and it’s honestly a little gross. He wakes up soon after you and just pulls you close, sending electricity through you as he rolls his hips a bit further into you.
“Mmm, good morning, angel.” He mumbles, head resting against your chest as an ear twitches. “I wasn’t too rough last night, was I?” When he opens his eyes, he answers his own question. You’re covered in deep bite marks, bright bruises, and a strange amount of blood. You try to say something, but nothing comes out. A strange sense of pride serges through him at that.
“Don’t try to talk, love. We don’t want you hurting your pretty voice anymore than it already is. Here, let me clean us up.” With that he pulled out of you, earning a final overstimulated whimper from you, before lifting you into his arms and bringing you to the bathroom, leaving a trail of cum behind you.
You make a mental note to tell him that you both need to prepare better for next month. Maybe some chains or something.
{ wc } 8,593
{ summary } When Dex is late for the home-cooked meal you planned, he's desperate for your forgiveness and jumps at the chance to prove his devotion to you...
{ warnings/notes/content } MDNI (18+), NSFW, smut, body worship, some light dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, submission, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, delayed orgasm, drool/spit, slight choking, teasing, biting, vaginal fingering, kissing, making out, dry humping/grinding, finger sucking, finger fucking, oral sex F/receiving, oral sex M/receiving, hair pulling, nipple play/sucking, thigh riding, restraint, overstimulation, begging, light masochism, light sadism, filthy talk lol
“You’re late.”
Dex sank to his knees before you, with a gentle thud. His broad shoulders slumped as he placed his thick hands around your calves; gingerly, holding himself back, as if afraid you’d flee at his touch. Maybe you should.
But then, Dex turns his pretty, rugged, stupidly sexy pouty face up towards you and catches your eye. This behemoth of a man. A killer. A murderer, truthfully. And he’s gazing up at you through his lashes with the most pleading green doe eyes you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry, baby. I-I messed up. Please don’t be mad at me. Please…”
His soft begging nearly broke you. He can’t stand the idea of hurting you in any shape or form, let alone you being upset with him. He’d do anything to make you happy. Seriously, anything. Whether he’d admit it out loud or not, Dex craves validation. Especially from you. He needs to know you’re happy with him. That he’s doing a good job. That he is good. It was sweet, really… and a little sad, given his fraught upbringing. You typically give him everything he could want and more: assurance, praise, and adoration, and he soaks up every last drop. But, once in a while, you like to make him work for it. Dangle what he needs, just out of his reach.
It’s not that you want him to grovel for it…actually, yeah, that’s exactly what you want. Why lie? You loved the way he begged. Loved the way you could so easily bring a fucking force of nature to his knees. Plus, Dex always jumped at an opportunity to prove himself to you. He liked to work for it.
“I don’t think you are.”
Dex groans throatily, shuffling forward. He rested his head heavily against your thigh, nuzzling it slightly before looking up again, even more distraught. There was a crinkle between his brows, and his voice was strained as he murmured,
“I am. I’m so sorry. Please.”
You sighed and ran your hand through his sandy blonde hair, the light glinting off the collection of undeniably sexy silver strands along his temples. You cupped his cheek, and Dex keened into your touch, letting out a breath at the physical contact. You let your thumb graze over his parted mouth, dragging down his bottom lip slightly. You could feel his breathing pick up as you let your thumb rest there. His jaw opened, and you dipped your thumb into his mouth slightly, tracing over his bottom teeth and wet inner lip. His eyes met yours as he took the tip of your thumb into his slack jaw, closing around it and sucking on it just enough to send a pool of warmth to your core.
“Show me, then.”
Dex didn’t need to be told twice. You’d played similar games before. Though his eyes still had that puppy-dog sheen, you could see his lips tempting to perk up into his signature wry smile. You removed your thumb from his lips, and Dex let his mouth fall open a bit. He ran his lower lip over the smooth skin of your thighs, his eyes fluttering closed. The tip of his tongue slipped its way out, tasting you. The sensation sent chills up your spine, but you remained in control.
You stroke his hair gently, and Dex nearly purrs against your thigh. He doubles his efforts, leaning into it more, his breaths coming in short puffs. He leaves sloppy kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sucking the soft flesh into his eager, warm mouth. His hands explore your bare legs, rising to the backs of your thighs. You gripped his hair then, hard, jerking his head back to look up at you. Dex’s mouth was agape, lips pink and wet. A little gasp left his throat at the quick jolt, trailing off into a soft, lewd groan. Now that wry smile was fully spread across his chiseled, scarred face.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely. He grinned crookedly, eyes heavily lidded now, “I’ll be good. I swear…”
You held him there a moment, pretending as if you could possibly refuse that fucking face. Finally, you loosened your grip enough for him to surge forward, his mouth meeting the skin of your thigh once more. This time, he was voracious, his teeth pinching your skin enough for you to let out an involuntary yelp. He soothes the area with his tongue before moving higher, and higher, and higher. He noses at the trimmed edge of your thin, minuscule shorts; it is a hot day after all.
With a quick glance at you, he buries his face between your thighs without a second thought. Your other hand drags through his hair, pulling him in slightly as you give a little roll of your hips. He groans into your clothed pussy, your arousal and his watering mouth quickly dampening the fabric that barred him from his meal. The warm air and vibrations of his voice reverberated in your core, initiating another jerk of your hips into his face. You could feel his smug grin widening against you.
His wide, rough hands grip the back of your thighs, kneading and pawing at you. They rise to cup your ass, pushing you forward even further into his face. You let your eyes drift closed, savoring the filthy sounds Dex emits into your crotch, and the feeling of his wet mouth desperately trying to get even closer. He might be enjoying this even more than you are. His hips had a mind of their own, rocking against nothing in search of friction. But all his conscious attention was on you.
His eyebrows knit up in concentration, sharp eyes either examining your expression or fluttering closed from his own arousal. His mouth never stopped working, his nose perfectly butting against your clit, right on target. Dex was already desperate to get closer, but the position of your bodies and the cloth that separated his needy tongue from your pussy only furthered his irritation and desire. Still, though, he had to be good for you. He had to do what you wanted—anything for you. Plus, a little delayed gratification certainly never hurt anyone.
You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking into his touch when Dex moved his mouth to suckle right over your clothed clit. You moaned, not caring who heard, and Dex responded with a muffled, broken sound of his own, again sending shockwaves through your pussy. You were starting to sweat a little in your light loungewear, so you couldn’t help but speculate just how hot Dex is in his full tactical suit. His cheeks were pink with exertion, and you could feel the roots of his hair dampening with perspiration. Awww, he was working so hard.
Without warning, you stepped back quickly, sending Dex toppling forward. He caught himself quickly, one arm firmly planted on the ground. He was panting like a dog, his knees spread wide. Dex attempted to catch his ragged breath before raising his heavy gaze to meet yours. His eyes were blown out, his pitch-black pupils obscuring any hints of his pretty green irises. The bottom half of his face was flushed, his lips parted and wet, his tongue darting out to lick them.
Dex looked positively drunk on your pussy, before even getting a proper taste.
Even through his deep blue protective gear, you could distinctly make out his hardening bulge. He clearly had no intention of hiding it, as his knees spread even wider with your lingering gaze, his lips drifting into a lazy, cocky grin. He wanted you to see what you were doing to him. For a cold-blooded killer, Dex could be so vulnerable with you. Like he was leaving that other life the second he walked in the door. Here, he wasn’t Bullseye. He was yours to play with. All yours.
Dex’s expression was lust incarnate as he waited, so patiently, for instructions.
“Get up.”
He rose slowly, his knees popping with the effort of lugging up his bulky frame. Standing, it was easy to picture just how threatening he’d be in a fight: nearly twice your size, with incredible stamina, terrifyingly accurate aim, and a psychotic lack of fear, no matter the situation. Dex also had a perpetual predatory slouch, his chin tucked, head cocked, and a glint in his eye, like he was sizing you up for a meal. And yet, despite all this, Bullseye eagerly awaited your commands.
“Take off your suit.”
His chest heaved as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a wider smile, revealing his teeth.
Dex had already slipped off his gloves and balaclava upon walking in the door, exposing his mournful expression over missing the dinner you made especially for him. It wasn’t anything serious like an anniversary or a birthday, just a gesture, something nice for Dex. He worked so hard, always beaten, bloodied, and sore; he deserved a home-cooked meal and a nice hot bath for two. Despite the dinner being on the books for a week, Dex was over 2 hours late, stumbling in the door, overflowing with apologies. Something about a mission going sideways, blah blah blah: there was always something. Truthfully, you weren’t surprised, or even actually angry. But, the second you saw just how terrible he felt, that little sadistic part of you (the one Dex liked so much) couldn’t help but twist the knife.
So, here he is. Exactly where he wants to be.
Dex’s hands rose, and he languidly unclipped the taut leather pistol harness stretched across his broad chest. It slid off easily, and he let it thunk to the ground. He moved slowly on to his belt, with all its little secret pockets and holsters. He took his time unbuckling it, gazing at you all the while, before sending the heavy thing to the ground as well. He did it so offhandedly that a few knives skittered out from their tactical sleeves. But Dex didn’t seem to care, his attention solely on you. You noticed that several of the knives typically sheathed on the belt were nowhere to be found. Probably embedded in the skulls of some AVTF agents somewhere. Serves them right.
He pulled out another from behind his back. And another. And another from his boot. And a few more–Jesus, how many did he have?
Finally, all his weapons discarded, Dex lifted the hem of his deep blue long-sleeve and pulled it up and over his head. You noticed the tiny bit of effort it took; his sore muscles clenching after the long day he’d had. As the shirt joined his weapons on the floor, you took in his physique; he was all hard planes, ridges, and contours. His chest, with its smattering of hair, was so broad and thick with tense muscle that you felt the overwhelming urge to just sink your teeth in. His shoulders were hulking, leading to his enormous biceps and veined forearms. His torso was undeniably toned, but dense with muscle and bulk, and a light, happy trail teasing its way below the hem of his tactical pants. His fair skin was littered with scars and a few fresh bruises from wherever he had just come from. Certainly not the worst you’d seen in your time together.
Dex motioned to unbutton his pants, but you stopped him before he could.
“Come here.”
Dex crossed the few feet in between you in a matter of milliseconds, immediately forcing you to crane your neck up at him. Still, he did not touch you. He waited. As you reached out to touch his chest, you could feel the anticipation bursting through his warm skin before you even made contact. You ran your hands over his taut muscles, taking your time, dragging them down slowly to his abdomen. You pressed on Dex’s aching muscles here and there, knowing exactly where he was always sore, earning little sighs from him. You reached around his waist, letting your nails run gently over his skin. You followed the seam of his spinal scar gently with one fingertip, starting from his neck, all the way down to his curved lower back, intercepted by the waist of his low-slung pants. You left a trail of goosebumps in your wake, and Dex shuddered lightly at the sensation. You brought your hands around to his lower stomach, feeling up his sturdy abdomen. He had a deep bruise forming near his ribs, and you ran your fingers over it, pressing just the tiniest bit.
Dex sucked in a shaky breath, suppressing a whinier sound that threatened to escape. Your eyes dart up at him, sticking your bottom lip out with a bit of exaggerated sympathy. “Aww, you poor thing. Does that hurt?” Dex swallows thickly and gives a tiny nod, avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry baby,” you whisper. You lean down and press a ginger kiss to the bruise, letting your hands fall to his waistband, tugging slightly. You tighten your grip on his waistband, pulling him into you. You continue to kiss his blossoming bruise, licking the tender area, using more pressure. Dex let out a gravelly groan from the back of his throat, of both pain and pleasure. You can feel his heartbeat racing under your lips, and you suck the skin into your mouth. Dex whines, then, his hands unable to stop themselves from threading through your hair. You smile against his skin, his big hands pushing you closer, masochistically. You notice his hips rocking slightly as his head cranes down to watch you. You apply even more pressure, unafraid of hurting him… because, perversely, that's exactly what Dex wants. You suck the bruise into your mouth before letting him go, the skin now reddened from your torment. Dex’s hands fell to his sides as you continued to kiss down his abdomen, sinking lower, teasing him, before rising to his pecs. Just as you imagined earlier, you closed your jaw over his thick muscle, leaving the indentations of your teeth behind. Dex groans deeply as you continue to bite and suck on his skin, his head lolling back as your mouth meets his throat. Your lips search his neck greedily, on the hunt for more of his pretty sounds.
“Please-” Dex mumbled, “Let me touch you.”
As he said this, you eyed his hands twitching at his sides; he was so desperate to be good for you. You drag your tongue up his throat, one hand reaching up to cup his face, turning his gaze down towards you. Your thumb finds the endearing dimple on his chin before hooking two of your fingers in his mouth. Dex exhales, needily, taking your fingers deeper into his mouth; he sucks them hungrily, savoring the feeling. Your tongue traces the sharp angle of his jaw, his light stubble tickling your lips.
You leave a kiss before landing on the jagged scar across his cheek. Your favorite of his entire vast collection. It made him look dangerous. Sexy. Your lips ghosted over the raised seam, followed by your tongue. Dex was about ready to fall apart beneath your touch, his mouth agape, letting your fingers explore his warm tongue and sharp canines. He never understood what you found so attractive about his ragged scars, but knowing you found him beautiful despite (and because of) his flaws made him love you all the more. He grew to crave your caresses of his most vulnerable spots. Your tongue departed the scar on his cheek, and your fingers left his mouth, to his disappointment, but he was quickly eased. Your soft lips brushed his ever-so-slightly, and you could feel his stuttering breath on yours.
“Touch me, Dex.”
As your lips fully met his, Dex’s hands flew to your body, groping everywhere at once, unable to decide on a more permanent position. From your ass, to your hips, to your lower back, your tits, your neck, your hair, everywhere he could get his grateful hands on. Your mouths met fiercely, intoxicated with each other. As your teeth clashed, you could taste the metallic sting of blood; either from whatever shenanigans Dex had got himself into earlier, or from the way you tugged sharply on his lower lip. Dex’s mouth was so hungry on yours, immediately taking the lead; he kissed you carnally like it was the only thing he thought about all day long. And it probably was. He oscillated from sucking on your lip, to exploring your mouth with his tongue, to cocking his head this way and that for a better angle; all the while keeping a fast, gratifying rhythm that left you breathless. It was the kind of kissing that makes your mind go blank, except for the thought of: why aren’t we doing this all the time, 24/7?
Dex’s deft fingers could feel your nipples hardening through your thin tank top, and it took all his willpower not to rip it off of you right then and there. Be good, be good, be good. He trailed his strong hands down your body, mapping every curve and swell as if for the first time. It was like that every time with Dex, always reverent. Always with a twinge of gratitude and disbelief that you allow him to touch you, even just look at you. But you do, every time. And it drives Dex wild. A sudden tight squeeze of your ass elicited a hiss from your lips, which he quickly swallowed. His wide hands pressed your hips into his, and you moaned as you immediately felt how hard he was. You rolled your hips into each other, dry humping like teenagers, but fuck, it felt so good. Your tongues slipped into each other's mouths, the feverish kisses growing even messier. You were both breathing heavily now, clawing at each other, grabbing whatever you could.
Your hands just couldn’t leave his body, one gripping his hair, the other groping his chest so hard your nails left crescent-shaped indents into his reddening skin. He moaned breathily into your mouth as you dug your nails in deeper.
His hand found your hair, and he tugged it back, exposing your neck to him. It allowed you each to catch your breath momentarily, a string of spit still connecting your reddened lips. Dex bowed his broad frame down, and his mouth met your sensitive flesh once more. He gnashed his teeth against your throat, his soft lips sucking marks to remember him by. You instinctively jerked your hips, whining his name. He responded only with a returning grind of his hips and a hum into your neck. Your head was starting to spin. Dex had always been able to get the upper hand at lightning speed, knowing just how to make you fold under his touch.
You snake your hand between your bodies and cup his hard-on, making him groan as he continues to leave bruises on your throat.
As a pair, you stumbled noisily through your shared apartment, ending up with you pressed against the wall of the kitchen. He was so close to you, his heavy form crushing yours; you nearly forgot to breathe. “S’that what I missed?” Dex grumbled, nodding his head towards the set dinner table. Feeling self-righteous, you had left dinner on the table hours ago, untouched, ready to serve. Naturally, the food was now cold, and probably would go to waste, all to ‘teach Dex a lesson.’
“Looks good,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and temple sweetly, his lips curving into a subdued smile. You brush him off, making to step away. “Does not. It looked good two hours ag-” You were abruptly cut off by Dex pushing you against the wall again, all the air leaving your lungs at the arousing display of his strength. His forehead met yours, and the air grew even hotter between you. He corners you in, arms on either side of your head, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his adrenaline still pumping from his mission. Despite his assertive body language, his voice was strained and dripping with desperation,
“I said I was sorry.”
Dex sounded so earnest, you almost gave in. However, it was always fun to see just how far you could push him. You simply and slowly shake your head no, instantly watching the fire grow behind Dex’s darkening eyes. He huffs, his desperation growing, and grabs at the hem of your tank top, quickly pulling it up and over your head before you can so much as utter a word. His mouth is on your tits in milliseconds, and you gasp, your head hitting the wall behind you. His large hands are splayed out across your ribcage, coming up to palm your breasts as his mouth alternates between your nipples. You start to rub your thighs together involuntarily, whining as he swirls his tongue around each sensitive bud. Dex is two steps ahead, though, planting his thigh against your crotch so you have no choice but to humiliatingly hump his leg just to relieve some of the building pressure in your core. Your hips have a mind of their own as Dex continues devouring your tits, rolling lewdly against him, his thigh hitting your pussy at just the right angle to make you moan. Just as you start becoming more frantic, your hands tangling in his hair, Dex pulls away with a devilish smirk.
As his lips meet yours again, he suddenly grabs you from beneath your thighs and lifts your legs up and around his trim waist. Immediately, your center met his bulge, right on target, causing you both to gasp into each other's mouths. Your hands run through his hair, tugging and stroking as you grind shamelessly against his cock. Dex buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, either trying to hide his expression or focus on not coming in his pants. You roll your hips against him deeper, testing your theory, eliciting a broken whimper from the man pinning you against the wall. Dex starts feverishly sucking on the base of your neck, moving to your shoulder, and down to the top of your breast.
You’re panting, feeling beads of sweat accumulate on your temples. It’s all too good. The feel of his confined bulge rutting against your clothed center. The depraved sounds he’s making into your neck as you tug his hair. The way he only needs one of his big hands to hold you up, cupping and squeezing your ass in the process, the other playing with your nipple. It’s all too good, and yet you need more.
“Dex?” you pant. “Mm,” he replies, his mouth unwilling to depart from your exposed cleavage.
“W-want you to be good, and fuck me.”
Dex goes momentarily rigid and groans, his eyes closing heavily as his mouth slowly leaves the swell of your breast. He rises to his full height, leering down at you darkly, causing your stomach to flip. Without another word, he picks you up like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder. He’d done this several times before, and yet still the ease with which he lifts you makes your thighs clench together. Dex thuds heavily to the bedroom, your head bobbing in the air as you watch his toned ass move. You were plopped unceremoniously on the bed, and immediately spread your legs for Dex to join you.
But still, ever the good boy, he waited for your approval, his knees just brushing the side of the bed. Looking up at him, you had to just take a moment. His pretty mouth was open, panting. His high cheekbones flushed. His cropped hair fluffed from your frantic fingers raking through it. His massive chest rising and falling, a little reddened from your incessant groping. And then there was his poor, aching cock, desperate to be freed from his combat pants; his throbbing bulge almost comically pronounced. He was so hard. He wanted you so bad.
You lean forward and palm his erection, making his breath catch in his throat. His head tips forward, watching your wandering hand, as a low groan rumbles through his chest.
“Y/N…” he mumbled, “Please.”
You added more pressure, gripping the outline of his hard member. “Does that feel good, baby?” Dex nods weakly in response, his words lost in the haze of his debauched pleasure. You replace your hand with your mouth, kissing his hard length through his pants. You hear Dex’s breath stutter when you press a warm open-mouthed kiss to his tip, even letting your tongue dampen the tight fabric of his pants. He let out a needy, breathless sound as you continued. You could tell he was positively vibrating with anticipation, but if he wants your praise, he has to earn it. And he’s trying so hard to be good. To do whatever you say.
You unbutton his pants, hearing a long-held breath leave his parted lips. Slowly, you bring his zipper down, watching as his big hands tremor in anticipation. You press a kiss to his taut lower stomach, the wisps of his happy trail grazing your lips. You kiss your way down, sucking gently here and there, pulling the elastic of his briefs down with you until more and more of him is revealed. You let the elastic snap against him, earning a breathless chuckle from Dex. You continued downward, lowering his briefs further. Dex’s head has fallen back by the time you reach the base of his shaft, and you so love watching his face for this part.
“Dex,” you murmur against his skin, “Look at me.”
Dex obeys, adjusting to look down his nose at you, his eyes heavily lidded. He’s the picture of bliss, and you haven’t even started yet. You grip the waistband of his black briefs and pull them down enough to free his dick entirely. It immediately springs back up, and you let it hit your lips, kissing his sensitive tip. Dex shudders, and his wide hands clench and unclench. Your tongue laps at the head of his cock, licking his slit. You swirl your tongue around it, and your lips suction his tip into your mouth before releasing, earning a choked gasp from Dex. You wrap one hand around the base and begin kissing and licking down the length of his shaft. You follow one large vein with your tongue, admiring for the umpteenth time just how sinfully perfect his dick was.
Dex’s cock was heavy. Thick. He had a winning hand at both length and girth; the soft skin of his tip was blushed pink, already beading with precum before you even began your simple ministrations. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his length in one go. His lashes fluttered shut as your hand began pumping the inches your mouth couldn’t reach, and a groan escaped his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing more sounds as you picked up speed. Your lips left his tip with a pop! making Dex open his eyes, feeling the loss of your mouth immediately.
“Can’t hear you, Dex.”
Dex let out a shuddering breath, eyes not leaving yours. You gave him a small smirk before taking him in your mouth once more, satisfied to hear the throaty moan that left him the second you did. You continued to suck him off; his needy sounds only goading you on. You take him deeper in your mouth, breathing through your nose, your eyes beginning to water. His tip kissed the back of your throat, and he moaned tremulously. You even allow him to thread his thick fingers through your hair, steering you slightly. With his tight grip on your hair, you could tell he was doing everything in his power to refrain from taking control; snapping his hips into your face, watching as tears rolled down your cheeks, the way you gag and moan around him only pushing him closer to the edge. But that was for another time. Dex kept his eyes on you as best he could, but he was fading quickly.
“P-please, y/n. M’gonna come if y- ohhhfuuuck -if you keep doin’ that.”
You pull off his cock, and begin stroking it with two hands, catching your breath. “Oh yeah?” you respond, “You close?” Dex nods briskly, groaning at the new pressure from your soft hands. “Good.”
You release his member, letting it bob in the air, free of your grasp.
Dex stutters, his hips jerking forward at the sudden loss of contact. His eyes snap to you, wide, confused, pleading. “You don’t deserve it yet,” you state matter-of-factly, settling back on your haunches. You felt like a degenerate, revelling in his obvious desperation. The way his eyes went wide and helpless, the way his cock twitched without the stimulation he so carnally desired. Dex got a hold of himself, though, and nearly scoffed, swallowing his dismay. He paints on a more restrained expression that doesn't quite reach the hunger in his eyes. “Thought you forgave me?” he grumbles. You smile in return, offering no sympathy.
Dex wraps one of his hands around his length, his thumb brushing over the tip. He maintains eye contact as he gives it a long, sensual stroke. Acting as if he would disobey. You cock your eyebrow, and Dex sighs. He painstakingly tucks himself back into his briefs, looking almost painfully hard at this point. But he took it like a champ, already cocking his head, waiting for your next direction. You didn’t even need to speak; you simply opened your legs wide, and his eyes drew right to your center. The fabric of your shorts was bunched up and damp in places from his previous attack on your cunt; but this time, he wasn’t going to let a few pieces of fabric obstruct him from his favorite pastime. Dex kneeled on the bed, his heavy frame sinking the mattress several inches. He leaned forward on his muscular forearms and crawled closer to you, settling between your legs. His face was dark, frustrated, and needy, but loving every second of it.
Dex didn’t have the strength to tease you again; as much as he loved to watch you fall apart, he needed to taste you now. He hooked his deft fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them aside carelessly. Dex settled back on his knees, one of his hands stroking your thigh, his quick eyes studying your bare pussy perversely. It had taken some time, but you’d grown out of feeling self-conscious by this point. Dex was simply a starer by nature. You’d gotten accustomed to feeling his overbearing gaze on you at even the most intimate of times. He liked to study you, often from afar, but especially up close and personal.
“So pretty for me,” Dex murmured, almost to himself, “So perfect.”
He settled down in between your thighs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive core, making you shiver. Before you could tell him to get a move on, his eyes flitted up to yours as his lips met your clit, leaving a chaste kiss before letting his tongue trace the sensitive bud. A whine ripped from your throat immediately, and you raised your hips into his touch. Dex gripped your thigh then, pressing you down harshly into the mattress to keep you still. You whimpered at his aggressive touch, loving how easily he manhandled you. He held your thighs down, opening you up completely for him, totally at his mercy–yet he gave you none. You heard a dark chuckle from the man below you, and his tongue darted out to trace your opening.
“She’s droolin’ for me, y/n.”
Fuck. He attacked your cunt like a man starved, sucking brutally on your clit before flattening his tongue and licking long stripes through your folds. Dex was a neat freak in every aspect of his life, except for sex. He liked it dirty, sweaty, and preferred you not to shower before burying his face in your wet heat. It made you nervous at first, but Dex was like an animal, dead set on your scent. Your head started to swim, and the low vibrations from Dex’s lewd moans into your core didn’t help your situation. Despite his strong arms pinning you down, you did the best you could to buck your hips into his face, overstimulated yet frantic for more. Your hands gripped his hair, trying to force him even deeper into you. Dex smiled against your pussy, and released one of your legs, which immediately clamped to the side of his head. He used his now free hand to rub tight, perfect circles into your clit, while his tongue explored your opening. You threw your head back, moaning his name, which only made Dex ten times harder. The poor thing rutted his hips into the mattress, searching for any relief for his aching cock as he continued to devour your cunt.
He began fucking you with his tongue, sliding the taut muscle in and out of your hole, making you shudder as he also sped up the pressure on your clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against you were pornographic, yet nearly drowned out by your own whining, growing in volume as you approached your orgasm. Dex could tell, because of course he could. His tongue left your hole, switching places with his fingers. His teeth grazed your clit, causing you to cry out. You could feel him smiling cockily as he left delicate wet kisses before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub.
“Shhh, you’re alright,” he murmured, dripping with condescension.
His fingers slowly opened you up, curving to meet that perfect spot that made your mind go pathetically blank. He really did have perfect aim. “Fuuuck Dex,” you whined, tugging his hair recklessly. You rocked your hips against his digits, basically doing his work for him. Dex started whispering vulgar things against you, only some of them reaching your ears.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Y’gonna come like this, baby?”
“Oh look at you, gorgeous…fuck, you’re so close, I can feel it.”
“C’mon, make a mess. Come on my fingers.”
The combination of Dex’s fingers inside you, the way he expertly stimulated your clit, and the endless stream of depraved language made your legs start to shake. Dex took it as a challenge, pushing you even further past your breaking point. His tongue started lapping eagerly at your clit, while his middle and ring fingers continued to fuck you. Just as you were about to come, Dex reared his head back, removing his fingers, glancing up at you smugly.
Before you could yell at him (for honestly doing the exact same thing you just did to him), Dex opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue roll out. He was positively drooling for you. An obscene mix of your wetness and his saliva began to dribble right down onto your clit, making an even bigger mess of you. You whimpered at the hedonistic sight, bucking your hips, trying anything to get him to touch you again. But Dex clamped his impossibly strong hands around your thighs, pinning you open and down. Your sensitive pussy was exposed to the cool air, and you whined, still chasing your orgasm, just out of reach.
“D-dex please,” you stuttered hoarsely, practically begging him to let you finish.
Dex just gave you his crooked grin, emphasizing his smile lines; his face pressed up against your thigh, watching you degrade yourself for him. Your chest heaved, your back was sweating, your hair a mess, your hands clawing at the sheets, your opening clenching around nothing; you were so fucking close. Just one touch would do it. Anything. Please, Dex. As if he could read your mind, Dex sucked in his defined cheeks and spat forcefully on your cunt, landing perfectly on your swollen clit.
Yeah, that would do it.
You came with an exasperated cry, your legs vibrating in his grip. You rolled your hips up into nothing, simultaneously in ecstasy and furious that Dex wouldn’t give you anything more. Your body felt like a live wire, jolting with every wave of your orgasm. Each surge ended in a crescendo of lewd moans and whimpers, leaving your throat dry as they just kept coming. Dex couldn’t be more smug if he tried, his jaw slightly falling open, mocking you. “There you go,” he whispered huskily. You continued to squirm, your orgasm eventually dissipating into light twitches across your oversensitive body. You swallowed, catching your breath, only to choke as Dex dove back into you once more.
“Dex!-” you gasp, “Fuck, f-fuck, ahh– d-don’t, please! Ohhh god…”
Your hips jerked into his face while also trying to pull away, as if your body couldn't decide. You were extremely sensitive, and Dex knew it. He licked through your folds voraciously, lapping up your juices, his tongue dipping into your spasming hole. The overstimulation hurt so good that your eyes started to sting with tears, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. He kissed his way up to your clit, sucking it harshly before releasing it.
Dex’s hands ran up your torso, landing with a squeeze on your plush tits. He used his soaked fingers to roll your nipple, pinching it before moving to the next. You were already painfully close to your second orgasm, having hardly come down from your first, and he knew how much you liked it when he played with your tits. Dex took a perverse enjoyment in breaking you like this, knowing exactly how much you could realistically take. One of your hands grips the sheets, the other pawing at his hair.
His mouth leaves your clit to rasp, “Sorry, baby, but I just gotta taste you again.” He offers a wry smile before returning his tongue to your folds.
You moan gutturally at his words, and your breath stutters in your chest. He chuckles against you, the low vibrations making you whimper. Your back arches impossibly, your hips rock into his face, and a tear rolls down your cheek from the blissful overstimulation. Dex gives a little groan into your cunt, rutting his erection against the mattress, and it's just enough to send you over the edge once more.
You come again with a broken sob, Dex’s mouth leading you through it this time. You pant into the air, sweaty body totally spent as you finally stop writhing. Dex gathers up all the wetness from your pussy, and swallows with a sinful groan that nearly makes you come again. You use the last of your strength to weakly kick Dex away from you, unable to take any more. He lets you, smiling lazily as he leans back. His mouth is wet with your arousal and his drool, and he licks his lips. His eyes are even darker than before, his chest rising and falling heavily. He zeros in on the tear you shed, cocking his head, and climbs over you, caging you in with his broad body. His arms plant firmly on either side of your head, and he leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek. He leaves a sweet kiss in its place, making you smile.
He takes your jaw in one of his big hands and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You melt into it, intoxicated as his tongue explores your mouth, intertwining with your own. It’s already got you feeling that familiar warmth in your stomach, despite how exhausted Dex had left you.
“Good boy,” you whisper playfully, patting his cheek as he pulls away. You each like to pretend that it’s just a silly teasing phrase, even though you both secretly know just how obscenely hard it makes Dex.
Dex grins and chuckles, burying his face into your neck, hiding the blush that spreads on his cheeks. As he does, his body presses into yours, and you can feel every ridge of his throbbing dick through his briefs. “Aw, Dex…” you trail off, planting your hand firmly over his bulge. Dex clears his throat, face still hidden in your neck, shying away from the whine that threatens to break through. His hips jerk instinctually into your touch, and one of his arms falters near your head. He props himself up with one arm and drags the other hand through your hair, stroking it tenderly. He moves his head down to your exposed breasts, going slack-jawed as he hovers over your tits, letting his hot pants ghost over your skin.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and swirls his tongue over it, before releasing it with a pop. His hand gropes at the swell of your breast, while his mouth moves to the other; your chest arching up into his touch instinctually. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” Dex murmurs, wholly preoccupied with teasing your hardened nipples. You laugh lightly, rolling your hips more to get a rise out of him, earning a throaty whine against your breast. You were just about to mentally praise him for his restraint when Dex suddenly pulls away with a huff, grabs your hip, and flips you onto your stomach in the blink of an eye.
You barely have time to process before his hands pin yours to the bed, and his cock is pressing emphatically against your ass. You moan wantonly into the mattress as he shamelessly ruts his hips against you. “Need to feel you,” Dex grunts, forehead meeting your shoulder. You arch your back, grinding your ass against his erection, words unnecessary. Dex groans, getting the message, and pulls away briefly to free his dick once more. His briefs hit the floor softly, and the head of his needy cock presses bluntly against your opening half a second later.
“Forgive me yet?” Dex mumbles, taking his time, lubricating his length through your folds. His head notches into your hole just slightly, enough to make you both gasp at the sensation. He reaches his hand towards you and hooks his fingers in your mouth, gathering your spit as you eagerly slobber on his fingers. When he retracts his fingers, you brattily shake your head no, “Mm-mm.”
Dex chuckles darkly near your ear, his tip entering you with ease.
“You will.”
With that, he slowly pushes himself into your cunt, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You moan deeply, and Dex can’t help but join you, his head sinking to your shoulder blade. He holds there for a few moments, letting your fluttering walls adjust to his size. You can feel his solid chest pressing into your back, his heart thrumming heavily against you. Your mouth is stuck in a permanent O, and Dex turns your head and brushes your hair aside so he can see the look on your face. He kisses your shoulder, his hips aching to jerk forward, but restraining himself for your sake. “Feel so–ah–so good, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice strained. You can only make an incomprehensible noise in response, his cock filling you out so well it was almost hard to breathe, let alone speak.
His hot puffs of air hit your skin as Dex gradually pulls out the very tip, before sinking right back into you. The feeling is absolutely heavenly. So overwhelmed, so full, you nearly feel the urge to cry. “S-so big, Dex. I-I can’t-” you whine, gripping him tightly, making Dex gasp slightly. Dex takes control, pinning your wrists with one hand, the other shifting your ass up. “Shhh, you can take it,” he grunted sagely, though you could hear the smile on his lips. He pulled out quicker this time, angling his hips for better leverage before thrusting himself back in. Now, he was perfectly hitting that spot deep inside you, the one that always made you scream his name…which is exactly what you did.
“Fuuuuck Dex-!”
Dex huffed behind you and pressed a deep kiss to your shoulder, his tongue lapping at the salty sheen of sweat. “Hah-- I know baby--Mmm, I know.” He says it like it’s painful, his body lurching on its own accord now. You could only lie there and take it, doing your best to arch your ass as his hips quickened their pace.
Dex’s weight was crushing, his hips now slapping against you depravedly, the sound filling every corner of the bedroom. With each thrust of his cock, a whimper rattled out of you, growing louder and louder. Dex was typically a talker, rambling filthy words into your ear as he fucked you nasty. Talking to himself when you went non-verbal, bouncing on his dick. Now, he was speechless, his only sounds being pants and grunts and broken moans as he slammed his cock deep inside you. It takes all his effort not to fall apart too early.
He releases your wrists, and his bulky arm wraps itself around your neck instead, holding you in place as he fucks you like a ragdoll. He knows he needs to control himself, needs to slow down and be good, but it just feels too fucking heavenly. You feel too heavenly. The combination of his heavy chest pressing into your back and his veined bicep around your throat was nearly suffocating you, but he was too focused on ruining your pussy to care. And you loved it. It made your eyes roll back in your head, and what little breath you had stick to your throat. You could feel the blood rush in your ears as your cunt began spasming around his cock.
That must have knocked some sense into him, because he started to slow down, trying to delay his own orgasm and draw out yours. Dex drags his cock out slowly, letting you feel his length, before returning it to your walls inch by delicious inch. He wished he could record the sound you made when he did that; it was downright obscene.
“Listen to that.” Dex rasped, his deep voice inches away from your ear. “Y’like when I fuck you like this, huh?” He emphasized his debauched words with a particular slow but deep glide of his hips, making you whine. “Like a slut.”
Being called such a crude name made your pussy clench around him, eliciting a groan from Dex. You loved it when he got mean. Degrading. Your mouth met his bicep, and you began sucking on the muscle, biting down to hold back your wails of pleasure. The feeling made Dex pick up speed again, his pelvis repeatedly meeting the soft plush of your ass with a smack.
“Y’forgive me?”
His words were staccato as he panted, slamming into you. You couldn’t believe he was still on this; it was adorable and so sexy that he simply couldn’t let it go. “C’mon, baby. Been so- -fuck- -so good f’ya. T-tell me you forgive me,” his voice was broken, breathless, and full of undeniable need. Unable to speak, still wrapped in an almost headlock, you did the best you could to nod. Dex breathed a heavy sigh and released you, making you gasp for a breath of fresh air. “Good,” he murmured. He straightened up to his knees, fucking you doggy-style, giving his aching spine a break. His free hand left to drag down your body, before landing a sharp slap to your ass.
“Now show me. Mmm- -Come on my cock, baby.”
You whimpered at the sting of his wide hand against your ass, but it made you so wet you almost worried he’d slip out of you. Dex gripped your hips forcefully, slamming you back onto his dick over and over again, the pace becoming brutal. The bed frame has started shaking wildly now, but it all feels too good for you to register something so trivial. Your upper body was limp, face pressed into the sheets, a wet spot forming around your gaping mouth. You were totally fucked out, yet you could feel the wave of your orgasm rising as Dex’s tip nearly hit your cervix. You could only whimper and whine pathetically into the sheets as you got closer and closer.
Dex didn’t need you to tell him; he could feel your walls gripping tensely around his member with every thrust. Watching his cock go in and out of you, he was nearing the end of his rope himself. But he was a gentleman… and a bit obsessive. You had to come first; otherwise, that meant he failed. And Dex didn’t ever want to fail you.
He lifted your hips up further, gripping both your legs for leverage as his hips pistoned into you.
“C’mon, pretty girl. I know you gotta - - fuck - - g-gotta another one in ya. Show me, y/n. Ah-- Please.”
Your walls clenched around him then, and he knew he did well. You came for the last time with a long, broken whine, your body tensing before going totally slack. Dex, so utterly pleased with himself, now felt he had permission to come. Your cunt fluttered around him, making him groan loudly, unable to hold back. He thrusted into you sloppily, desperately chasing his orgasm. His breaths were ragged, and if he weren’t so close, he’d flip you to see your pretty fucked-out face. Your oversensitive core continued to grip him, milking his cock. He was so close, fucking you with reckless abandon, grunting and moaning unabashedly.
“S-so deep-- Doing so good, Dex,” you mumbled, languished, muffled by the sheets.
But Dex heard you, sensing the praise like a shark with blood in the water. With that, he was unable to compose himself, melting into a babbling mess. “Ohh fuck - - feel-mmm, feel so good, I- -hah…F-fuuuck…I-I’m gonna-” he whimpered hoarsely, each roll of his hips growing messier by the second.
“Come in me, Ben. Please.”
The use of his real name sends Dex right over the edge. He goes impossibly still and then shudders, coming with a deep and depraved groan. His hips stutter as he pumps you full of his cum. You moaned with him, as the intoxicating feeling of his hot seed flowing through your used pussy bloomed. Dex thrusted weakly a few more times before settling, spent. He deflated on top of you, his mass once again crushing you. But you loved it. Your sweaty bodies stuck together as you each panted, regaining your senses. His lips dragged up your shoulders, his tongue languidly tasting your sweat and scent. He peppered your back with slow open-mouthed kisses while slowly pulling out, eliciting a moan from both of you.
You whimpered at the empty feeling. Behind you, you felt his fingers perversely wipe up the cum that had begun dripping out of you, and push it back in. You smiled against the sheets as Dex sank next to you, his heavy arm slinging around you to pull you into him. He sighed, nestling his angular face into your neck, your bodies intertwined. You can feel his rapid heartbeat in your back, incrementally slowing as the moments go by. You reach up to pet his hair and feel him grin against you.
“That okay?” Dex mutters lowly, pulling you in even tighter. You nod, dragging your fingertips up his hairy forearm. “You should be late more often.”
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Notes: Yayyyy this is my first Dex fic! I was literally in a frenzy as I wrote this so sorry for any editing errors lol I hope you all enjoy!
Boyfriend!Sukuna acting extra clingy (or alternatively, Sukuna trying to kill you with his massive boobs)
warnings: suggestive
“Sukuna, move!” you giggled. Sometimes this man forgot how massive he was.
He shook his head, nuzzling his nose against your neck and holding you even tighter.
“You’re gonna break me!” you complained— yet your hands betrayed you, still toying with the soft pink hairs on his nape.
He whined, his voice vibrating against the crook of your neck. You laughed at the absurdity of the situation, was this the same Sukuna who bullied his teammates? If his friends saw how he acted with you, it would surely be over for his “tough guy” reputation.
For a moment, you stayed still, unstirring under him– just feeling the rise and fall of his breath. If you ignored how much your boobs were aching, it was kinda romantic…?
Unfortunately for him though, you wanted to stay alive long enough to get on your chemistry professor’s good side.
“Kunaaaaa,” you groaned, hands gripping his biceps, “I can’t breathe.”
Finally, he relented, lifting his head slightly to look at you through narrowed eyes.
“Really?” he asked, though his tone lacked any real concern.
“YES?”
“Your fault for being so comfortable ,” he mumbled, head coming to rest near your neck once again.
Nope, not happening.
“I am actually going to die if you don’t move your fatass from me,” you fussed, voice coming out breathless.
“Who’re you calling fatass, woman,” He slurred against your shoulder
You didn’t respond to that, closing your eyes and halting the movement of your hands. A silent beat passed— Sukuna still holding on to you like he was afraid of letting you go—and you, as still as a corpse.
The lack of movement from your end triggered him to lift his head up again, his warm breath fanning over your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, a smirk was playing on his lips.
“You really think that’s gonna fool me?” He drawled, his voice dripping with smugness. “I can see your eyes shaking, woman.”
You remained silent, forcing back a smile that threatened to form on your lips. You could still feel his gaze on you—so heavy that you would’ve shied away had your eyes been open.
“Hmm,” he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, he let out a groan, probably already growing frustrated with your antics. “Woman, you can’t be sleeping at 8 pm,” he said.
I’m supposed to be dead, idiot, you thought.
“I’ll buy you Thai,” he said in a bored tone.
You remained impassive, despite the very appealing offer.
He clicked his tongue, bracing his arm beside your head to push himself up. You heard him shift above you, the mattress creaking as he slipped out of bed, until the sudden absence of his warmth left you alone.
Disastrously for your pride, you were already missing his presence. And truth be told, you were growing bored of staring at the void behind your eyes.
“Y/n, you can wake up now,” his voice rang out.
You still remained as stoic as ever, eliciting a prolonged, dramatic groan from him. It was almost too easy to rile him up.
You could feel him closer again, and it took everything in you not to open your eyes. Calloused fingers brushed your cheeks, so tenderly that it was almost uncharacteristic. You almost reacted.
“How about…” he murmured, “I’ll watch your crappy reality tv with you, hmm?”
You thought about it for a second. It was rare to get Sukuna to watch anything aside from horror or thriller. Still, it would not suffice, especially since he was acting so above it.
“You’re so childish, you know that?” he chuckled.
Oh, you cannot be talking. A sharp, irritated breath hitched in your throat before you could stop it, completely ruining the rhythm of your "faked" sleep.
Hearing the sudden break, he leaned in closer. “Ah, I know,” he said, his tone carrying an absolute, unshakeable certainty.
You were curious on what “proposition” he came up with this time. Either way, you were confident that you were immune to his tactics by now.
“I’ll let you take charge next time,” he said, his voice low, almost like a whisper.
Your eyes shot open. The dim, warm hues of the bedroom slowly bled back into focus. When your gaze caught his, you almost wished you hadn’t opened your eyes.
His face was painted with a smug expression, like he knew exactly how to make you fold.
He snorted, thumbs tracing circles on your cheeks, “Huh, the concept of my dick brought you back to life? How revolutionary,” he said.
your sleeping form left you oblivious to the chaos, which was currently your boyfriends room. despite being in it, your brain wouldn't let you wake up, due to being deprived from sleep for 2 days.
you tried yelling at it, telling your brain that you had to study for your anatomy final, and to not punish you with brain fog and mood changes, but nothing worked.
so, here you are. peacefully sleeping on bf!fratkunas bed after scoring a 100 on your final. your body misses the embrace of his arms as you lay your head on his chest, as if it were a cloud, despite him actually having a huge chest full of rock hard muscle.
but where was your boyfriend?
on his bedroom floor, currently pinning gojo to the floor as toji bring his fingers to his lips to whistle loudly.
the two boys stand up and move next to toji.
“the winner is…”
“SUKUNA!” he says, raising their arms up together as all the other people in the room cheer loudly, with the sole exception of satoru gojo.
gojo mopes away to sit down next to geto who he shoves up and out of the way.
“yo! dude chill, it’s not that deep…”
geto says, now standing up and giving an annoyed expression down at gojo. as if on cue, toji asks “who’s next?” and gojo shoves geto his way.
he didn't fight gojos pushing because one, he knew it would embarrass him in front of his friends and two, he knew he could win. or, thought he could.
the two men prepare to wrestle and at the first move sukuna makes, geto knew he had let his ego get ahead of him.
he didn't go down easily, but still found himself pinned down on the floor with the sound of tojis whistle reminding him that sukuna isn't the wrestling captain for no reason.
you feel your eyes slowly peeling open at tojis voice yelling sukunas name and you slightly catch a glimpse of toji raising his and sukunas arms in the air as you struggle to wake up.
geto goes to sit down with gojo and you yawn loudly, loud enough that draws everyones attention in the room to you.
once you get your eyes fully open, you awkwardly look at everyone in the room and stare at your boyfriend for a bit longer than everyone else.
“hi…” you say, slowly grabbing for your phone to open tiktok while your boyfriend and his friends continue doing whatever the fuck.
“OKAY!!! let’s see… who hasn't gone yet…”
tojis eyes scan the room and land on nanami.
“NANAMI! get up here man!”
sukuna gains another victory, but this time with the faint sound of your doomscrolling in the background.
after nanamis turn, toji turns his head to sukuna, then to you, and raises an eyebrow.
the video you were watching that was dissing sombr was interrupted by your boyfriend calling out your name.
tiredly, you paused the video and spoke. “what?”
“come on”
“huh”
“come here”
“why”
“just come here”
“i don't wanna wrestle you kuna”
you played the video again and scrolled to another video before your phone was shut off and dropped from your hand as sukuna picked you up with one hand and carried you over to toji.
“what the fuck put me down!! you know i get dizzy when i get up too fast!! kuna!!”
you protested, but it was no use.
you were now bent down, almost eye to eye with sukuna, although he still towered over you.
at the sound of toji whistling, you began going at each other.
now, judging by your small and short frame, people usually think you’re weak, and seeing you next to sukunas tall, built frame sometimes raises a chuckle by strangers.
or, even worse,
comments by his friends
“must be bruised.”
“i’m surprised he doesn’t crush you just by holding your hand.”
despite their comments, you were actually pretty strong for your size.
your whole life, you’ve only done sports.
you've always been the athletic friend, playing every sport your school had to offer.
so it’s safe to say you aren't the fragile body that people assume.
in fact, you have wrestled your boyfriend before and you have won. but he never told anyone and never will.
the chanting of his friends encourage him, with several of them holding their phones out, recording your suspected loss.
but before they know it, you're pinning him down and after a few seconds, toji whistles.
the room is silent and you pop up from the ground and go to stand next to toji, your boyfriend glaring at you.
toji hesitantly yells your name and raises your hand.
“HAHA! in your face!” you exclaim to your boyfriend, jumping and twirling around while laughing.
you go back and plop down in his bed and pick up your phone.
the room was quiet after, everyone looking at each other with smiles before sukuna told them all to leave.
once they left, he laid down next to you and you put your phone down and smiled at him.
“what, are you embarrassed i beat you in front of your friends?”
“no.”
“i think you are~”
you teased. you opened your mouth to say something before he sat up in bed and turned you on your stomach.
once again, you won. but not at a fight this time, instead, with your words.
WORKING AS one of the nurses for one of the biggest boxing promotions in the country meant professionalism wasn’t optional. Fighters would come in with split brows, fractured hands, busted ribs—they needed someone to stay calm and help them, nothing more.
So when Satoru swaggered into the medical room after another dominant win with nothing worse than a cut over his eyebrow, you treated him exactly like you would with any other boxer.
“Sit.” He obeyed with an dramatic expression, dropping onto the examination table before that familiar smug smirk formed on his face. “Anything for my favourite nurse.”
You didn’t even glance up from the tray to pay him any attention whilst you snapped on a pair of gloves. “I’m your only nurse.”
He leaned his elbows on his knees. “Exactly, makes the decision easy.” Ignoring him had become second nature.
You soaked a piece of gauze in some antiseptic before gently pressing it against the shallow cut. The moment it stung his shoulders twitched suddenly. “Ouch.” He said, clearly being over the top.
“I barely touched you.” You try not to roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour. He shrugged, “I know.. but i thought if i complained enough, you’d kiss it better.” His blue eyes sparkled, clearly amused by his own teasing.
You look at him flatly. “No.” You say, focusing back on cleaning his cut, trying to just block his voice out. “Didn’t even hesitate.” He laughs, watching your concentrated face.
His hands move to your waist instead, running up your sides like he was purposely trying to distract you. “Stay still.” You snapped, but there was no heat behind it. “I’m trying.” He stopped moving his hands but he didn’t move them off your waist. “No you’re not.” A smile tugged at his lips.
You dabbed one last time at the cut before applying a small adhesive strip. “There.” You say, putting everything away again. But his smile didn’t fade. “So.. dinner?” He asks, leaning back on his hands. Despite being done cleaned up, he wasn’t making any move to leave.
You shake your head in response. “Coffee?” He tries again, only to get another refusal. “A walk?” You give him a sideways glance before shaking your head again. He sighs, pretending to think. “Breakfast?” You peeled off your gloves before throwing them in the bin. “No.” But his efforts did make you smile atleast, even though you were trying to stay professional, you couldn’t help it.
Once he saw your smile, his eyes lit up like he had just won something, proud he finally made you smile. “There it is.” He says, sliding off the examination table, standing up next to you.
You roll your eyes playfully, reaching for his medical chart, writing down a few notes down before handing it back to him. “Keep the cut clean. Any other problems just let me know.”
“Anything else?” He asks still making no attempt to leave just yet. “Yes.” You turn to him, his eyebrows lifted hopefully, assuming you had changed your mind on going out with him. “Stop flirting with your medical staff.”
He laughed softly before groaning, “okay, okay.” He finally starts to walk to the door, turning back to you just before he leaves. “See you soon, sweetheart.” But he knew he’d definitely try injuring himself more just to see you.
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