Fucking Terrible Day To Be American

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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.

❤︎ — toji fushiguro likes it in pink !?

content warnings: established relationship, switch toji + dom reader, pegging, prostate stimulation, bondage, cuffing, squirting and handjob (m. receiving), mind-break, dumbification, begging, desperate toji <3

event masterlist ❤︎ general masterlist

“this yours, doll?” he asks, dangling the bright pink strap-on by it's harness with a smug grin.

“toji, i can exp—”

he cuts you off with a smirk. “i mean, it’s pretty cute. all pink ‘n everything. it’d look good in ya, honestly,” he drawls, clearly savoring every second of your flustered reaction.

“but it—” you start, trying to find some way to explain without losing your nerve.

“a strap-on, though?” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes. “couldn’t ya have just bought a dildo or somethin’? or — wait.” he pauses, feigning an exaggerated realization. “or do you want me to wear this ‘n show you a good time?” he finishes with a grin, clearly enjoying the way you’re squirming.

you finally blurt, “toji, it’s for you!” the words rush out, and there’s a moment where you’re too mortified to even breathe.

he goes silent, brows shooting up as he blinks at you, genuinely caught off guard. then, suddenly, the silence is broken by his laughter — a low, rumbling sound that fills the room. he leans down, ruffling your hair and pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to your cheek, still chuckling. “yeah, real funny, doll,” he says, clearly amused as he pulls you against him.

“toji, i’m serious!”

“yeah, right. you think i’d let you pin me down with that?” he grins, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “well, sweetheart, keep dreamin.’ ‘cause if anyone’s gettin’ pinned down, it sure as hell ain’t me.”

he gives you a wink, still grinning as he leans down to your ear. “you got balls, sweetheart, i’ll give ya that.”

so how the hell did he get here?

toji's knuckles flex and tense against the restraints you’d set up, his wrists bound tight enough to press marks into his skin every time he jerks, testing their strength. he's sprawled across the bed, muscles tense under your control, face buried into the pillows in an attempt to hide the frustrated blush creeping up his neck.

“thought this was what you wanted, huh?” he sneers, twisting his head to glare at you from over his shoulder, his usual cocky smirk twisted with irritation. “just had to get me like this to feel on top for once?”

you smile, leaning over him, brushing your lips against his ear as you adjust your grip on his hips, keeping him in place. “oh, poor baby. acting like you're still in control when you're tied up, taking it so well.”

he lets out a low, frustrated growl, jerking his wrists again. “keep talkin’. won’t be so smug when these come off,” he mutters, his tone biting. “probably all you ever wanted, huh? you’re nothin’ without the straps ‘n ties. can’t handle me on your own, can ya?”

you respond by shifting your hips, sinking deeper, and his breath catches, muffled against the pillow. “not so tough now, are you?” you say, a smirk playing on your lips. “thought you’d be able to take it, big guy.”

his teeth grit as he tries to steady himself, voice lowering. “you keep callin’ the shots, but i’ll make ya regret it, sweetheart. get all cocky while you can, ‘cause when these come off, ’m gonna flip you over, make sure you remember who’s on top.”

his bravado falters as you give another thrust, and he lets out a stifled grunt, nails digging into his palms as he squirms beneath you. the bindings dig into his wrists, his breathing growing heavier with each second he can’t escape, his usual dominance cracking under your persistence.

“still acting like you’re the one in charge?” you tease, voice dripping with amusement. “face it, baby, you’re exactly where i want you.”

as you pick up a brutal, unforgiving pace, toji’s mouth spills a string of curses, rough and unrestrained, his voice edged with a desperation he’s fighting to hide. his body jerks with every thrust, and he’s straining against the bindings, wrists red and knuckles white, but there’s nowhere to go, no escape from the relentless rhythm you’re keeping him pinned under.

“fuckin’ hell — shit, what the —f-fuck are you even doin' back there?” he hisses, voice cracking as his body betrays him, hips trying to pull away only to rock right back up against you. “jesus… you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t ya? always got somethin’ to prove, huh?” he spits, but the breathy, wavering tone of his voice betrays him with each word.

you lean over him, pressing him down harder against the bed, keeping him in place as you drive into him. “oh, i know you’re loving this, toji,” you murmur, lips close to his ear. “look at you. practically begging for it.”

he lets out a strangled groan, his face burrowed into the pillow as he tries to muffle his noises. “begging? keep d-dreamin’. think you’re so goddamn clever, don’t ya?” his voice is rough, all sharp edges, but his resolve falters each time you thrust into him, and his cock bobs against his stomach, flushed and leaking. “shit, my dick’s about to fuckin’ burst and you — oh god — won’t even let me touch it, will ya?”

“not a chance,” you say, gripping his hips tight enough to leave marks. “you’re not touching a thing. i call the shots tonight.”

“f-fuck,” he snarls, trying to twist out of your grip, though his body still betrays him, every movement pulling him right back onto you. “shit, this is so messed up. look at you, so damn smug, thinkin’ you got me right where you want me—”

“oh, i know i do,” you reply smoothly, picking up the pace as his voice breaks into a series of grunts and choked moans, his control slipping further with each brutal thrust. “so how does it feel, baby? to not be in control for once?”

“fuck off,” he snaps, trying to keep his edge, but his voice is thick with need. “goddamn it, if you don’t… mmgh—” he cuts himself off, chest heaving as he lets out another frustrated curse, the lewd slap of skin mingling with his breathy groans. “you think this is funny? gettin’ off on watchin’ me like this?”

“oh, absolutely,” you say with a grin, enjoying every second. “i mean, you’re practically drooling into the pillow, baby. so much for the big, tough guy act.”

“sh-shut up,” he spits out, but there’s barely any fire left in his voice. his breath hitches, hips jerking against the bed as he lets out a strangled groan. “goddamn it — shit, if you don’t stop i’m gonna—” he’s almost incoherent now, body trembling as he fights to keep any scrap of composure, but it’s clear he’s too far gone, every word slipping into a mess of curses and desperate, shameless noises he can’t hold back anymore.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you over all the cussing.” you drive into him harder, and his voice breaks entirely, a low, strangled noise spilling from his lips as he finally surrenders, body trembling, buried deep in the helpless pleasure he’s trying so hard to deny.

toji’s resolve is hanging by a thread, and he’s practically a mess beneath you now, hips jerking with every thrust as his control crumbles. his face is flushed, beads of sweat dotting his brow, and his cock is rock-hard against his stomach, smearing precum over his abs with each brutal thrust you drive into him. his breathing is erratic, a mix of strangled moans and desperate curses, and he’s practically trembling from head to toe, his brain a haze of conflicting desires he’s barely able to fight anymore.

“fuck, c’mon, just—” his voice breaks, sounding wrecked as he twists his head back to look at you, eyes hazy with frustration and need. “just lemme… lemme get my hands free, yeah? swear i’ll make it worth your while, doll.”

“oh, now you’re bargaining?” you smirk, running a teasing hand along his spine, and he lets out a strained groan, fists clenching hard against the bindings.

“goddamn right i am,” he pants, voice tinged with a desperate edge as he squirms under you, straining against the bindings. “i’ll… fuck, i’ll make you scream if you let me go. promise, i’ll make it good — better than whatever the hell you’re doin’ back there.” he manages a weak, cocky grin, though it falters as his body jerks under your relentless pace.

“pretty sure i’ve got you right where i want you, big guy,” you reply, grinding into him as you feel his whole body shudder beneath you.

“goddamn tease,” he snarls, voice cracking as he shifts, his abs clenching every time his cock brushes against his stomach, precum smearing over his muscles in sticky trails. “fuck — just… i’ll make you pay for this, you know that?” he hisses, though his tone is desperate now, wavering with each thrust that drives him closer to the edge he can’t seem to fight.

you lean over him, breath ghosting over his ear. “what’s the matter, toji? can’t handle it?”

“handle it?” he scoffs, though it’s half a gasp. “goddamn it, you’re the one who can’t handle it — afraid to let me loose ‘cause you know i’ll turn this around. just let me — ah, shit — just lemme go, baby. lemme give you what you really want.” his voice is nothing but broken promises now, tinged with a need that he can’t suppress, his pride slipping with each passing second.

“oh, you’ll give me what i want, alright,” you murmur, thrusting into him harder, and he’s gone, his mouth spilling a string of curses as his whole body rocks beneath you, muscles clenching and quivering as he loses his last grip on self-control.

“fuck — fuck! you’re killin’ me here… damn it, ‘m — shit— please,” he finally chokes out, panting as he all but collapses against the bed, chest heaving as his head drops into the pillow, words slipping out before he can bite them back.

the word falls from his lips, low and raw, barely audible through his labored breaths, but you heard it — please.

the single, desperate plea you’d been waiting for all night. a smirk curls at your lips, and you pull back, letting your movements slow, just enough to tease him, to drive him crazy, watching as his body reacts, his hips helplessly lifting to chase the strap.

“what was that?” you ask, your tone dripping with mock sweetness as you lean over him, feeling his muscles tense under your weight. “thought i heard something… but i need you to say it again, baby.” you give him the smallest roll of your hips, just enough to make him shudder, but not nearly enough to satisfy.

“don’t… don’t play games with me,” he grits out, though his voice cracks on the last word, frustration edging into desperation as he tries to lift his hips, only to meet empty air when you pull back. his cock strains against his stomach, throbbing, smearing more precum across his abs, and he lets out a frustrated growl, his knuckles white as he strains against the bindings.

you lean close, lips brushing his ear. “c’mon, big guy. just say it again. wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“fuckin’…” he bites down on a curse, but the fire’s quickly fading as he grits his teeth, panting. “please. goddamn it. don’t make me — shit, just… please, alright?”

your smirk widens, and you roll your hips slowly, enough to make him gasp, but still holding back, watching as he bucks his hips up, trying to get more, each desperate thrust of his hips just pressing him deeper into frustration.

“again,” you murmur, enjoying the way he’s slowly coming apart beneath you, pride crumbling with each desperate word that leaves his lips.

“goddamn it — please,” he hisses, voice cracking as he tugs on the bindings, the skin of his wrists flushed and raw from straining. “please, just… just give it t’me baby, fuck, you’re killin’ me here.”

“aww, poor thing,” you coo, shifting just enough to let him feel the movement, the pace barely picking up. “you sound so needy, toji. what happened to all that tough talk, hm?”

“fuck you,” he rasps, though the bite’s gone from his words, replaced with nothing but a trembling desperation that leaves him shaking. “don’t… don’t get cocky. just… please, baby, i’m beggin’ ya,” he rasps, hips jerking again to meet the slow, maddening rhythm you’ve set. “just — fuck, you win, alright? just… please.”

and there it is again, the word spilling from him, rough and raw, his pride long forgotten as he pants and squirms beneath you, bruised ego be damned, as he loses himself completely in the pleasure you’re holding just out of reach.

toji’s composure has completely shattered, and he’s beyond caring now, each thrust pulling shameless whimpers and curses from him as he clings to any scrap of relief. his body rocks in sync with yours, his own hips jerking up to meet every punishing thrust, and he’s practically chanting your name between gasps, his voice hoarse and thick with need.

“shit — fuck, yeah, that’s it, please, baby, keep goin’ — don’t stop,” he rasps, each word tumbling out without restraint. “goddamn, you’re perfect, just — ah — i’ll do whatever ya want, hear me?” his chest heaves, and he sounds desperate, almost worshipful. “fuckin’… anythin’ you want, ‘m yours, all yours,” he babbles, and it’s clear he means it, every ounce of his resistance completely gone.

you lean down, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him groan, and your hands find his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, sending shocks through his overstimulated body. “all mine, huh?” you murmur, smirking against his skin. “maybe i should just keep you like this forever, make you beg every single time, until you know your place.”

“f-fuck, yeah — please,” he chokes out, his voice a raw, needy mess. “make me beg, baby, i’ll do whatever —just don’t stop.” his words spill out as if he’s making some kind of promise, his head thrown back, lips parted, lost in the relentless pace you’re setting. “shit, can’t believe — fuck, gonna kill me, i swear,” he groans, but his body says otherwise, thrusting back, silently begging for more.

“good boy,” you murmur, sinking your teeth into his neck again, and he shudders violently, practically singing your praises as you drive him further into that blissful, submissive haze.

toji’s body is writhing, his hips grinding desperately against the mattress, each movement filled with that raw, animalistic need to get some kind of release. it’s almost endearing — seeing him so utterly wrecked, so utterly at your mercy, and you can’t help but laugh softly at how completely he’s fallen apart. feeling generous, you reach down, your hand wrapping around his aching cock, and the instant your fingers close around him, he’s done for.

“fuck — !” toji cries out, his whole body seizing up as he shoots the hottest load you’ve ever seen, painting his abs and chest in thick streaks. but you don’t stop; if anything, your pace only intensifies, pushing him further into that blissed-out state, his body overstimulated and trembling.

“oh, you thought we were done?” you murmur, and he groans, a pathetic, wrecked sound that only fuels you further. his hips are still bucking, body still moving on instinct as you keep thrusting, relentless and unyielding.

“god — ah, shit — c-can’t take it,” he stammers, but his hips say otherwise, grinding down, chasing that sensation even as his brain goes hazy from the pleasure overload. his cock twitches and leaks as you drive him to the edge, and before long, he’s practically shaking, a broken string of curses falling from his lips.

“gonna squirt f'me, aren’t ya, toji?” you coo, leaning down, and he whimpers, nodding as his whole body tightens, finally spilling over again in a messy, shuddering climax that leaves him breathless, completely spent, and utterly yours.

toji’s entire body jerks when your hands start moving along his oversensitive shaft again, quicker this time, your fingers applying just the right pressure. a strangled cry escapes him, desperate and broken, his hips twitching involuntarily as you continue to push him past his limit. his head drops forward, his breathing ragged as he tries to keep up, tries to give you what you’re demanding, even though he’s spent and trembling, every nerve in his body on fire.

“c-can’t — fuck, can’t take it,” he gasps, his voice strained, yet he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hips roll weakly to meet your hand, barely holding up as he surrenders, his whole body tensing as he fights to keep that promise he made to you.

“oh, you’re gonna take it,” you murmur, your hands relentless as you pump his shaft, tightening your grip. “you said you’d give me whatever i want, right, baby? want you to squirt for me, and i know you can.”

“shit — ah, god, yeah,” he babbles, practically incoherent, his hips bucking as his cock twitches, already dripping. “fuck, okay, okay — just… don’t stop, baby, please.” his voice is nothing but a breathless plea as he lets himself fall completely, mind hazy, following your every command.

finally, with one last broken moan, his body tenses, muscles taut, and he gives in, his release spilling over again, messy and unrestrained.

toji slumps back against the bed, utterly spent, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. he looks absolutely wrecked, and you can’t help but giggle softly at the sight of him — bruises blooming over his shoulders, neck, and hips. he’s like a beautiful mess, and you can’t get enough of it.

“you okay there?” you tease, brushing your fingers gently through his hair as he burrows his face into your chest, seeking comfort. he nuzzles against you like a needy little kitten, and you can’t help but smile at how adorable he is in this vulnerable state.

“mm,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin, and you can feel his hot breath against you as he lazily licks along your collarbone, teasingly, searching for comfort. it’s both amusing and endearing, watching him behave so childishly after everything that just happened.

“you’re such a baby,” you chuckle, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of his head, the warmth of his body against yours bringing you a sense of calm. “i know you’re tired, but we need to clean you up a little.”

“don’t wanna,” he whines, his voice still thick with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “just wanna stay here. you’re warm, and it feels nice.” his tongue flicks out again, playfully teasing against your skin, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you’re really something else, you know that?” you say, shaking your head in amusement. but there’s a warmth in your heart at how he’s so willing to let his guard down with you, so trusting. you gently pull him up, guiding him to sit against the headboard as you reach for a damp cloth to help clean him up.

“hold still, toji,” you instruct, and he huffs out a breath, but complies, looking up at you with those beautiful, tired eyes. “we can cuddle later, okay? right now, let’s just get you cleaned up.” he grumbles softly but allows you to wipe him, the cloth gliding over his skin while he leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“you take such good care of me,” he murmurs, a hint of sincerity in his tone, and you can feel your heart flutter at his words. it’s a reminder that underneath that tough exterior, he’s still just a man who appreciates being cared for, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

as you gently clean him up, you can’t resist teasing him a bit more. “you know, it’s kinda cute how all it takes is a little pegging for you to turn into this mushy version of yourself,” you say with a playful grin, your fingers working deftly over his skin. “i didn’t know you were such a softie underneath all that muscle.”

toji doesn’t even bother looking up at you, too focused on burrowing deeper into your chest. he’s like a stubborn child, lips pouting as he licks at your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “shut up,” he mumbles, his voice still muffled against you, but you can see the faint flush creeping across his cheeks. “not talking to you.”

“aw, c’mon, you know you love it,” you chuckle, giving him a gentle nudge. “who knew that your big, tough exterior could crumble so easily? i might have to use this against you more often.”

he huffs, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze with those captivating eyes. “you wouldn’t dare,” he says, trying to sound serious but failing miserably. the way his lips quirk up gives him away, and you can’t help but lean in to steal a quick kiss.

“oh, but i will,” you tease, enjoying the playful banter between you. “just think of all the fun we could have with you all soft and emotional like this.”

“you’re insufferable,” he replies, but there’s no bite to his words, only warmth as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “but… maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt.”

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

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

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

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)

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. Serizawa Katsuya x AFAB! Reader ⤸ 239 words. No pronouns used. Riding our favorite ex-hermit 💙

Serizawa looooooooves when you ride him.

Just think about it: his fat, hairy thighs would make for the perfect lap, his balls would slap heavily and profanely against your ass every time you drop, and he’d have no choice but to anchor you with his big hands. His fingers would wander to cup (i.e. claw), no doubt. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not when the air is this dense and smells like sex.

Yours, to be specific.

How he could spread your ass with one hand while the other has a thick thumb trying to pry your twitching hole open. It’s easy for him to just slide right in because the two of you are drenched. It’s hard to tell what’s sweat and what’s your shared juices.

Don’t think that because he’s shot his load he’s going to stop because that is far from the truth. While his cock is still throbbing and spurting thick ropes of his seed in your quivering slit, Serizawa continues to rock into you with grunts that shiver and eyelashes that flutter. He bites his bottom lip and scrunches his eyes tight when he feels your walls squeeze meet the last pulse of his cock. 

He’s making sure every drop takes, even as it overflows and ends with opaque drops squelching and streaming down his shaft. 

But even if it doesn’t, there’s plenty more where that came from.

Thinking about making out with a guy until he gets so horny and desperate that he starts rutting against me and whimpering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it~ You're just so fucking pretty~" and eventually just pinning me down and fucking me right there <3

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

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