Jerking An Exhausted Nanami Off From Behind

Eating GUUUUUD tonight

what do you think of choso jerking himself off while he eats you out

MMMMMM mygod.... that's so yummy i think he gets soooooo so into it too...

choso's hips are already twitching against the mattress while he's nosing up your thighs, grabbing the hem of your soaked underwear in between his teeth and pulling down. he's trying to grind into the mattress so subtly at first, not wanting to make it too obvious, but the second you whine out his name he's already humping it like he's in heat. he's nose diving pretty deep into your cunt by the time he finally says fuck it and shoves his hand inside of his boxers

sure, it's at an awkward angle; choso never really could figure out a more comfortable way to jerk himself off while he's eating you out because it's always something that happens in the spur of the moment. he loves to convince himself he's not gonna make himself cum while he does it but the second he gets a whiff of your scent he's a goner 😭 n it turns you on soo much too to see how desperate he gets while he's fisting himself under his body weight; his eyes roll back and he's moaning into your folds and the vibrations make you arch your back off the mattress. it's mutually beneficial

you can also tell he's getting close when the coordination of his tongue gets a little sloppy; at that point he's barely even present, so he just closes his eyes and flattens his tongue for you to grind your puffy clit against and chase your own high at your own pace. normally he has his hair down when you both get intimate but when it's tied up you practically use his ponytails like a hand-grip to pull his head closer. you're both just panting and wildly bucking your hips with this sheen of desperation and chasing this release you so desperately need... so yeah. you both get to cum at the same time when he eats you out like this <3

Just got dahlias and a labret done guys i cant smile but they look fucking sick

YUMMYYYYY

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.

make me cum till i lose my mind ! — sub!choso

synopsis — spicy headcanons for our good boy sub!choso

content — hair pulling, tears, choking, whimpering, handcuffs, overstimulation, edging, hickeys, cuddle sex, begging, biting, sex toys

info — MDNI 🔞, if you have any suggestions for headcanons/prompts, comment or reblog!

A/N — hope y’all enjoy this! thinking abt morning sex w choso since it’s 7 am and was inspired LOL

sub! choso who looks up at you with tears in his eyes begging you to cum

sub! choso who whimpers whenever you praise him

sub! choso whose super loud during bed and moans your name whenever he’s about to cum

sub! choso who secretly likes being choked

sub! choso whose neck is the most sensitive part of his body and loves hickeys

sub! choso who likes having his hands handcuffed behind his back while you’re riding him, begging to touch you

sub! choso who likes being overstimulated to the point of crying

sub! choso who lovesssss cuddle sex

sub! choso who likes being edged

sub! choso - who cant control himself when you wear lacey clothing

sub! choso who can go round after round no matter how many times he’s came

sub! choso who bites your shoulder during sex whenever he’s too loud

sub! choso who likes having toys used on him by you during sex

sub! choso who likes having his hair pulled 🤭

sub! choso who cuddles you and never lets go after sex

Red Ropes- Choso Kamo

Note: sub!choso tied up and being pathetic. Hope y'all like it's been a bit. I miss yall <3

The red ropes cinched tightly around Choso's toned torso. With every deep breath, his muscles dared to bulge out of their confinements. The veins from his strong arms and biceps flex with any subtle movement he does. Soft whimpers escape his plump lips, red and flushed from biting on them. His cheeks match along with them as he looks up at you. 

“Ha… ah,” He exhales deeply.

“Awe, what’s the matter?” You ask, as you slowly circle around him, your fingers lightly trail around the diameter of his waist. You admire how his pale skin is littered with beautiful splotches of deep red and rich purple. Chills run down his spine as he feels your fingertips brush against his skin. Once you made it in front of him again, you trail your fingers from his abdomen and up to his chin. You grip his chin and pull it up so his gaze lands on you.

“Choso,” his name falling so sweetly out of your mouth, forces him to look at your lips. His mind tries to imagine them on any part of his body that makes him ache.

“Should I stop? You’re not answering me.” You lean in.

“N-no,” His voice is hoarse and weak. Desperate, lust-blown eyes flitting between your mouth and eyes.

“Please don’t stop.” The last word drops into a soft whine, and he leans in to try and meet you halfway when you pull back.

He looks like he wants to cry and that's just what you planned. You push him lightly, so his back is flat against the chair. You take a good look at the pathetic man in front of you, no shame to be found. He indulged in being treated like this with the silent promise that you’d praise him afterward. Your gaze falls low to the prominent tent strained against his tight boxers. The fabric clung to every thick inch of his throbbing cock. 

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you speak softly, "Look at you, so hard and aching and completely at my mercy.” Your fingernails trail down his chest, as you settle down on his lap. The heat of his body radiates through the thin fabric of your panties, making you hyper-aware of what you’re doing to him. 

“Tell me how much you need it, how badly you need me…” you voice a sinful purr against his ear. “How desperately does your cock want to be inside me?” you punctuated each word by rolling your hips, grinding against the rigid tent straining his boxers. 

Choso's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched as he lost himself in the sweet sensation. “So bad,” his voice rasped, strained and thick, full of desire. “I want to be inside you so bad.” 

His whines are like music to your ears. His hips roll up to meet your grinding, seeking more and more. You could feel him fighting for his life against the ropes. His fingers clenching, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to grab and flip you over, changing your positions but, Choso knew better than to defy your wishes. 

“Beg for it,” honeyed words fall from your lips and slip into his ears. Your nails dig a little deeper into his biceps and squeeze, that pain mixed with the pleasure he knew he was about to receive makes all the better. “Beg for my pussy Cho…” 

You lean back slightly allowing your hand to come up and squeeze his neck, with just enough pressure to make him give in to you. His head tilts back and you could almost cum from just the look he gives you. His eyes bore into you, dark, intense, and all-consuming. His lips parted slightly as he began to speak again, “Please, I’ll fuck you with everything I have…” Choso’s voice dropped to a rough and desperate rasp. His words spilled out in the filthiest manner. “Please, please give me what I need.

You could feel him on the last threads of his resistance, he wanted you and needed you soon. You tighten your grip around his jaw before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good boy,” you purred, your voice full of sinful lust. “Such a good boy, begging all pretty for me…” 

With that, your hand finally reaches down to set him free. His throbbing cock sprang free from his boxers, slapping against his abdomen. You wrap your hand around his pulsing shaft, feeling it jerk and twitch in your grip. 

Choso let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into your touch, wanting more of that succulent feeling. “Thank you, fuck… thank you so much.” He gasps, his voice choking on the words. 

You could see the desperation in his eyes, the way they glazed over with pure submission as you stroked his aching cock. His whole body goes limp beneath you, surrendering to all your whims. He was completely and utterly yours. 

“Please let me feel your pussy, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything for you.” Choso begs, his words spilling out in a quick and nervous tumble. You could feel the need radiating off his body, and you finally decide to give him what he desperately wants. 

You adjust your hips and with one swift motion you move your panties to the side, your dripping sex finally exposed to the hungry eyes before you. You grip his hair, forcing his head slightly back, as you finally undo the red ropes that restrained him. 

His hands like clockwork fall to your waist as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “Can I please fuck you now, please…” He mumbles into your skin, before looking up at you with those brown pleading eyes. 

And you could never tell him no… 

Kinktober Day 2: Bathtub/Water Jets

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of water jets, bathtub sex, breast play word count: 0.7k pairings: Hiromi Higuruma x Fem!Reader teaser: Then you squeal when you feel the water jets on your back. Hiromi smirks at your cute reaction. Of course he didn’t mention the tub had jets.

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The room was almost too fancy for the both of you. You were wondering what kind of strings your husband had pulled to get you this suite. But part of you wonders if you should even bother asking. He looks happy, pleased and most importantly, he looks relaxed.

That’s the important thing. You two were here to relax. After all, your husband works a very hefty job that leaves him feeling stressed most days. So for him to score a little vacation time wasn’t a bad thing whatsoever.

“Come look at this bathroom,” Hiromi says, his voice sounding a little more mischievous.

You come into the bathroom, looking at the big tub that looks inviting. Hiromi already has the water running and he’s looking around for bubbles. He smirks at you, coming over and pulling you into a kiss.

“Come on, let’s get in that tub. I deserve a soak.”

You can’t argue with that logic. You begin to undress, making your husband stop in his tracks. As he admires you, you begin to get a little more confident with your cheekiness. You begin tossing your clothes towards him, hitting him in the face with your silky little panties.

“Oh you’re asking for it now!” He growls softly, coming closer to take you into his arms.

His tongue penetrates your lips, making you moan at his sudden moves. His hands are all over your body, caressing and kneading your curves. Your hands busy themselves with undressing him; starting with his tie and then ending with his boxers. Both of you settle into the sudsy tub, sighing at the way the warm water soothes your sore muscles.

Hiromi’s hands are gentle as he begins to lather you up with the hotel soap. It smells like lavender and it makes you even more relaxed. You take your turn, helping him feel loved like never before.

Then you squeal when you feel the water jets on your back. Hiromi smirks at your cute reaction. Of course he didn’t mention the tub had jets. 

“What do you say we make good use of these?” His voice is hot and heavy with need as he whispers in your ear.

“Hiromi…”

Usually you’re the one who likes to make him feel weak and needy, but today he’s making you feel this way. Your tired lawyer husband moves you so that you’re facing the tub jets. The minute the controlled stream hits your clit, you realize what he meant. You shudder and try to grip onto the side of the tub.

“Doesn’t that feel so good?”

He settles behind you, holding you in the perfect position to have the jet thrumming directly on your swollen nub. He uses his free hand to knead your breasts. The more pleasure he pulls from you, the closer you feel to your climax.

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as the pleasure seems to continue to grow and grow and grow. You can barely control the shaking and twitching in your legs. Hiromi whispers dirty words in your ear, praising you for taking all of this so well. Then you feel his cock prodding at your hole.

“H-Hiromi,” you moan.

“Shhh, take it. I know you can, my pretty girl.”

Slowly, you sink down onto his length. The minute his tip kisses your sweet spot, you’re done for. You lean against him as the pleasure wracks through your body. Your thighs shake even more uncontrollably. Hiromi grunts as he’s pumping into you, prolonging every electrifying spasm of your cunt.

With the water jet still streaming against your clit, you try to squirm away due to overstimulation. Hiromi holds you down on his cock, but he pulls you away from the direct stimulation on your clit. He kisses your cheek.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that was?” He asks, and you shake your head.

He laughs at just how disoriented you seem. He begins to pump up into you, feeling the water jet just graze his thigh now. He allows you a break from the steady stream, but it’s not long before he’s positioning you both in front of it. He holds you to rest your back against his chest.

“Just hold onto me,” he coos in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

He picks up his pace, making you squeak in pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you’re trembling once more.

“We won’t leave this tub until you’ve cum so hard you forget your name.”

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Thinking of a man moaning "thank you" when he finally gets to cum inside 💕

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Making Sukuna whimper is just about as hard as getting him to admit that he loves your company even as a "puny lil' human."

Because you know that he can do it - he knows that he can do it. Yet any time he gets just a tad too overstimulated, just a few tears slipping through the cracks of his eyes, he's using the unfair advantage of four beefy arms and an extra mouth to make you just as sensitive.

But oh, how badly you want to hear him whimper.

And it's only after hours upon hours of him ruining you, when he's so drunk on your pussy and the way your hips come slamming down - that Sukuna has it in himself to utter - "S-still not done, brat?"

You didn't expect it. He didn't expect it. Didn't have an idea for the life of him the sheer affect that saying no, you just "want an heir" would have on him.

If you hear him let out a tiny gasp - just the tiniest, followed by a shaky, shrill "F-fuck." - then you didn't. Nope, you didn't hear that don't be ridiculous. Now listen to what he says n' turn around so that you don't see more of the tears in his eyes that accompany that whimper.

dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife

i need it please im begging you

"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."

takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.

"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."

you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.

"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.

"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."

fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.

it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—

"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.

"worth it."

your fave is currently laying in his bed, face flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as he fucks into his fist while moaning your name and wondering what the weight of your body would feel like bouncing in his lap in rhythm of his pumps