Thinking Of A Man Moaning "thank You" When He Finally Gets To Cum Inside 💕

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."

me when a find a toji fic that isn't all nsfw (extremely rare find) (like gyatt DAMN even the smaus have something to do with smut)

MDNI

Nerd!Choso who can’t stop thinking about you. The way you walk, the way you talk — even the way you smell. You’ve taken over his mind, playing on an endless loop, day and night.

You’ve shared classes with him for what feels like forever. It was only a matter of time before his quiet admiration started to show.

You don’t notice a thing. You go about your day, heading to class as usual, completely unaware that you’ve got a pair of eyes fixed on you almost every second. Well, you start noticing that you have an admirer when you start receiving your favourite milk chocolate, perfectly wrapped in pretty pink paper in your locker every week. It’s always the same chocolate, no note or anything. At first, you just think that it’s your friends playing a prank on you, I mean, you have been whining about needing some attention.

It's been going on for a while now, almost three months, and by this point, you know it’s not just your friends pulling some harmless prank. You actually have an admirer. The knowledge of someone knowing the code to your locker and slipping that same chocolate inside week after week, has you feeling slightly...disturbed, but also happy in a way. More often than not, the attention you get is from one of the guys on the football team sending you a dm late at night about hooking up, but this show of affection? It seems like this mystery guy might actually like you. Because why else would he go through the trouble of getting you that expensive chocolate that you love?

Choso would always try to be in the hallway at the time when you would open your locker and see the gift. He noticed the way your eyes lit up every time you received one of his presents; he had even heard you talk about them to your friends in class.

The knowledge that you appreciated his efforts only fueled his confidence. Slowly, the chocolates stopped arriving alone. Neatly folded notes began appearing with them — some filled with compliments, others with questions, even though he knew he’d never get an answer.

But lately, his boldness has grown. This time, there was no note, just the chocolate and tucked beneath it, a photo, one taken by an actual camera. It was high in quality and taken in a dark room. The picture showed the guy, well, not his face, but his abs. He was holding your favourite chocolate in front of his abs. When you received the photo, you were more than surprised; these gifts had now been taken to another level.

One day, you end up staying at school later than usual, all thanks to your idiot teacher, who decided to give you detention for scrolling through Pinterest instead of working on your assignment. Tired and slightly irritated, you finally head to your locker to get your chemistry book. Because, of course, your teacher didn't only give you detention, but also extra homework.

To your surprise, the hallway wasn't empty when you got there. There was someone there, right in front of your locker.

And that’s when everything clicked.

The person in front of your locker had to be him, your mystery admirer. He moved slowly, carefully pressing in the code to your lock, like he had all the time in the world, completely unaware that anyone was watching. He must have thought the hallway was empty.

When the blue locker finally opened, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out that same pink-wrapped package. Only this time, it looked different, it was thicker and bigger, like a box. Maybe he had stepped up his game and given you something else. 

He placed the package neatly inside and then reached further inside your locker. You were confused. What was he reaching for? You heard something being moved slightly inside your locker, only for him to then pull out a small bag where you kept some spare clothes in case anything ever happened. You could see that he was looking inside the bag, reaching inside to then pull out a pair of your spare panties.

You had to physically hold yourself back from gasping as you realized what he was holding. He looked at them for a little while before he stuffed them inside his pocket.

You waited impatiently behind the rounded corner of the hallway for him to turn around, and when he did, you were even more stunned. It was Choso, the quiet guy from your chemistry, math, and graphic design classes, in other words, all your nerd classes.

He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, baggy light blue ripped jeans, and a worn Star Wars t-shirt peeking out from underneath. Up until the moment he turned around, you’d been almost certain it had to be one of the guys from the basketball team, simply because of how big he was. Had he always been that tall? Had he grown taller since the last class you had with him or what? Maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

His eyes flicked around the hallway, scanning for anyone, completely unaware that you’d been standing there the whole time, watching. Then he walked out the main exit at the end of the hallway. The second the door swung shut behind him, you rushed to your locker, hands moving almost frantically as you worked the lock open to find the package inside.

As you thought, it was a box under that pink wrapping, the box was a dark but saturated purple color. Slowly, you pushed the top part off to reveal a white silk bag inside. As you saw the shape of what was inside the bag, you felt a shiver go through you. You untied the white strings at the top of the bag and moved the fabric down the object hesitantly. You stared at the light pink vibrator in your hands. It was big, it had to be about 7 inches or more. It was so detailed, the slight curve upwards, the veins. It almost seemed as if it was a replica of a real dick.

On the base, there was something small engraved; a closer look made it obvious that it said "Use me."

After a little while, you snapped out of your shocked trance and quickly put it back in the box, hesitating only for a second before you pushed the purple box into your bag. Too shocked to notice that when you pushed the box down into your bag, it had sounded like there was something else in the box too.

You rushed home. You weren't even sure what to do.

Choso had always seemed kind, gentle, and quite innocent. He always sat at the back and rarely spoke to anyone, besides his brother Yuuji, who was a few years younger than you. Seriously, you had never once interacted with this guy.

You sat down on the hard floor of your room, hesitantly pulling out the box again, setting it down in front of you. You stared at the box for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and peeling the top part of it once again to reveal the box's insides. You grabbed the smooth silk bag and placed it in front of you, and now you saw that there wasn't only the vibrator in there but something else too.

It was a small sort of old iPhone with a note attached to it.

"Film yourself, then send it to the saved number on this phone, and I'll see it. I promise I'll return the favour."

Your heart was pounding loudly, so loud you could hear it speed up. Your gaze dropped from the phone to the silk bag. Why were you even considering this? You asked yourself as you reached into the silk bag. There was something so disturbing about this that made it so exciting. There was a small part of you that now, when you knew that it was choso all along, felt willing to do this, felt so willing to do this to see him send something like that back.

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

Choso who likes being pushed down by you, who loves when you grab his throat, who keeps his cute lil’ spacebuns ON while he’s pounding you into the mattress because he likes the way you’d claw them loose and roughen him up.

Craving the most absolutely tooth rotting fluff known to mankind rn 🙏

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

Choso who gets so needy when you sit on his lap, it’s almost embarrassing. Almost. His head tips back against the couch, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy. He lets out the faintest whimper—barely audible, more breath than sound—but it makes your stomach flip. His hips jerk up into you like instinct, desperate for more warmth, more pressure, more of you.

You thread your fingers in his hair and tug—not too hard, just enough to make him moan, loud and needy, eyes fluttering as his breath catches in his throat. He’s already trembling, already leaking through his boxers, already drooling a little from the corner of his mouth. Completely wrecked, and you fucking love it.

“Fuck—please, slow down,” he mutters, voice raw and strained, like he’s trying not to whine. “I’m not—I can’t... I’m gonna cum like this, I’m sorry, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face, but he refuses to meet your eyes. His jaw clenches, lashes fluttering, lips parted like he’s still trying to speak, but his body is betraying him.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw, making him meet your eyes. There's a softness to your touch, but your voice is still low and teasing. "Let go for me, Cho. You look so pretty all worked up like this," you murmur, lips brushing against his ear.

That’s all it takes. He breaks. His body jerks forward, a gasp escaping him, and then he’s rutting up into you, his face flushed and damp with sweat, but his hands don’t leave your body.

You kiss him and he melts—messy and eager, all tongue and teeth, hands gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll vanish. Every time you roll your hips down a little harder, it knocks another needy sound from his throat. His cock strains against the damp fabric, twitching every time your clothed cunt drags right over the tip—just enough friction to make him gasp, not enough to let him have it.

When you pause to catch your breath, he whines—high and choked, like it slipped out before he could stop it. His hips stutter up into yours, searching for more, grinding like he doesn’t even mean to do it. “I’m sorry, I just—fuck, you feel so good.”

You whisper his name, all syrupy and sweet, and that’s it.

He cums with a shaky moan, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the sound—but it’s no use. He’s already twitching beneath you, ribbons of cum spilling into his boxers. He keeps grinding up into you, chasing the high like it’s the only thing that’s real anymore.

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this. Messy. Trembling. Desperate. Completely wrecked and still begging for more.

Your good boy. Always so full for you.

BOOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

+ choso jerk off hcs

Choso’s masturbation sessions are never planned. His horniness comes and goes on a whim, and it’s up to him to decide whether or not he’s got the time and place to take care of himself. However, there is a loose routine that his body has become accustomed to: mornings just upon waking up and alternately the moment Choso arrives home from a long day of training—that familiar heat toils deep in his guts like a sex-soaked alarm clock, and he responds every time with the shedding of his trousers to wring the want out of his body.

In the least infantilizing way possible, I don’t think Choso is entirely privy to the concept of pornography. The internet in general is one big, convoluted puzzle that Choso would much rather not bother with, therefore he hasn’t had the misfortune of stumbling across raunchy sites. If he’s in a relationship with you, then the naughty pictures you send all get saved into a photo album on his phone, and Choso is enthusiastic to rub one out to them every single time he feels the need arising. And if you’re not dating? His imagination is really quite impressive.

Picture the following scene: a post-mission Choso finally trudging through the entryway of his apartment. Caked in sweat and grime and blood crusting in just about every crevice of his body. And he wants nothing more than to rinse off and pass out but Goddamnit, it’s like his dick has a mind of its own, up and throbbing and ready to play. It’s more of an annoyance and a hassle than something sexy, if Choso’s irritated sigh is anything to go off of. The man drags himself to his bedroom, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind as he sheds off articles. Finally, he collapses belly-first onto the unmade bed, ready to do his business.

There’s two distinct methods to his madness. Method number one is the standard cock-in-hand pumping, but method number two is only reserved for lazy mornings and exhausting afternoons when Choso can’t possibly commit to a tricep workout just for a nut. Still on his stomach, he blindly grabs for his body pillow and maneuvers it into that small wedge of space between his crotch and the mattress.

A pining Choso can get real creative with his thoughts. You’re his partner, his friend, but here he is, drilling his hips into a lumpy pillow while thinking hideous things about you. He thinks about sucking across your chest, and in his lustful stupor, he might part his lips and picture your nipple between them. He thinks about his mouth on you, everywhere. Exploring your skin with teeth and tongue, devoting all five senses to your overwhelmingly attractive body.

Choso moans. Yep. He lives alone, so he doesn’t really see a point in biting the sheets to keep quiet. So yeah, he moans and babbles unintelligible recounts of your name while he humps. Sometimes, the pillow isn’t at the right angle, or it’s gone too soft on him and the friction’s giving out and he just wants to cum but he can’t get there and— “Oh, fuck, come on!” A fist punches down on the bed as he growls out words of frustration before reaching down to pull at his pillow harder—deeper—into the slot between his thighs and grind ten times more rough this go around.

When he comes, it’s to the mental image of your face. Your smile, your teeth and lips pulled wide, your pink tongue… It’s a sick fascination, Choso has with your mouth. Overstimulation be damned, he fucks through his orgasm, voice flatlining into an uncharacteristic silence despite his jaw hanging open. Thick, viscous fluid oozed between his chiseled abdomen and the pillow; it seeped into the poor thing because as per usual, Choso forgot to grab a stray sock to shoot his load into. Another pillow ruined. Lazily, Choso kicks it out from beneath himself and off the side of the bed to get taken care of later. He lays there catching his ragged breath, before succumbing to a sleepy sneak attack. His shower will have to wait until tomorrow.

I LIVE FOR ANGST 😝🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️

them texting you after you die

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume, ijichi

ʚ cont: heart crushing angst

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