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Warnings: •smut •ball worship •oral fixation •Toji ‘accidentally’ whines a few times •dry humping •needy Toji

Summary: Toji’s needy and wants his wife to take care of him

Toji Foshijuro has never been so fucking horny in his life. His cock is leaking so much, desperate for some attention.

And you’re fucking cooking something. Look so fucking sexy in just his shirt, no panties on and ass sticking out.

He slowly walks up to you, grinding his palm on his bulge. “Baby..” he murmurs , pressing his growing erection to your ass. Fuck. His balls are so heavy right now, swollen and fucking full. He starts to grind into you, the tip hitting you just fucking perfectly.

He bites his lip hard, tilting his head back.

You had stopped what you were doing to answer your husband, rolling your eyes at his antics. You don’t say anything, letting your husband have his way, for now.

“Need ya’.” Toji gasp, holding your hips still so he can grind on you harder. His balls make contact with the front of his shorts. He nearly doubles over is pleasure. He cups them, pushing them against you and grinding so more. Fuck.

“Baby need you…” he try’s again, leaning his head in the crook of your shoulder.

The stimulation to his balls and cock almost make him cry. He’s so fucking desperate right now.

He bucks his hips, tongue hanging out. Hes never felt like this before. Anything could make him cum right now. He wants to make a mess, a big fucking mess.

You push Toji off you, causing him to groan in protest, only to let out a delighted hum as you drop to your knees. Perfect.

The description of beauty on her knees for him. A literal walking goddess.

He tugs down his shorts in a hurry, taking his cock and dragging in on your lips. “Gonna s-suck my cock ma?” He ask. It’s not really a question. He tugs and pulls, biting his lip. He’s so fucking close.

It would be better to come on your pretty face.

Before he can react you take his dick down. He moans loudly, bucking his hips a little. Holy shit this is fucking heaven on earth.

He takes the sides of your head, slowly fucking your mouth.

“S too good ma…” he mutters, thighs tense. “S too fucking good.” He’s gonna cum, he can feel it. He ups his pace, panting. “Gonna fucking cum.” He says, thrusting his hips. The tip hits the back of your throat so deliciously. He’s going insane.

His balls pull tight just as he’s at the edge of release, when you pull away.

He whines. Fucking whines. The hurt in his eyes is evident, looking at you with question.

Then you take his nuts in your mouth. He lets out a surprised gasp, whimpering in pleasure. Your hands work up and down his cock as your suck on his sack.

“F-fuck fuck so close. Just like that baby doing so-“ he cuts himself off, fucking into your hand and pressing your head into his nuts. He can’t fucking believe this.

He hissing through his teeth, hips out of control.

“Gonna cum” he whines. “Gonna fucking cum baby need you. Fucking need you so bad.” God he’s gonna die. Fat ass cock twitching with desire.

He grabs the sides of your head, back arching as he cums.

It shoots everywhere, and his toes curl. “M making a mess!” He says, trying to ride out his high. “Making a fucking mess…”

He finally relaxes, letting your go your face to pet your hair. Your smile up at his, face messy with cum. Shit.

“Toji, bedroom. Now.”

too much?; hjs

tags: han jisung x fem!reader, smut, dry humping, not proof read:,)

“slow down, baby,” jisung breathed, pulling his lips away to get the words out before eagerly returning to their rightful spot against yours. it’d been too long since you’d seen your boyfriend, his tour lasting a few months with little breaks in between for him to come home to you.

tonight, though, you had him all to yourself.

you pounced on him from the moment he walked through the door, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take all of him but not having the patience to do so.

your hips rolled against his as you straddled him on the couch, your fingers traveling from his long brown hair to his sensitive chest, then down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting the movements of your hips along his crotch despite his empty whines to slow down. you couldn’t get enough of each other.

as far away as he could go and for as long as he needed to be gone, your lips never forgot how to mold around each other in the right way. you knew the ins and outs of each others bodies and no amount of time apart could make any moment together less special and intimate than the last.

you pulled away from his spent lips to explore his neck, sucking and biting around the area enough to border pain and pleasure.

“missed you,” you purred into his skin, leaving sloppy kisses on each mark you made. jisung couldn’t hold back his low whines, desperation evident through his hard-on that you felt twitch under his pants with each grind of your lower body. “i need you so bad.”

“i-i want…” jisung cut himself off with a groan, throwing his head back and bucking up into you at a particularly hard bite against his neck, unable to contain his own movements.

“missed you so much,” he continued. “wanna fuck you so bad, baby. wanna ruin you… s-slow down,” his voice almost came out as a whimper, feeling his high approach a little too quickly for his liking. he couldn’t help it, you were driving him crazy.

once you pulled away to look at him, you took notice of how fucked out he already seemed. his lips were parted and glistening with a mixture of yours and his saliva, and his eyes fluttered every time your nails grazed the slimness of his waist.

at that moment, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.

“ ‘s it too much for you, sungie?” you asked, your eyes never breaking contact with his as you pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere to be forgotten. his eyes fell to your bare chest, and he looked like he could cum at just the sight alone.

you took your soft breasts into your palms and pushed them into each other, putting on the best show you could for the practically hypnotized man underneath you. your hips never stopped circling his cock, restricted by the fabric of his boxers but the friction delicious against his most sensitive parts.

jisung let out sharp whines at each grind, signaling how close he was from only a bit of dry humping. his brows were furrowed together and his eyes were shut, his mind trying to focus on anything except how he was about to ruin his boxers. “baby, s-stop, i-i-“

“you’re close, yeah?” you purred into his ear, kissing the lobe before moaning softly. he shook his head in denial, but you didn’t miss the way his back arched off the sofa as he held back a groan.

“let me fuck you, please,” he finally opened his eyes and stared up at you, his desperate, sultry gaze somehow making you wetter than you already were. it was tempting to give in, but the thought of your boyfriend making a mess of himself underneath you was even more tempting.

“wanna see you cum first,” you moaned in response, the pace you set with your hips increasing gradually. “wanna see you make a mess for me, will you? will you let me see?” and with that, it was like you set off a trigger in his brain.

jisung’s eyes rolled and he threw his head back, succumbing to your demands. “fuucck, oh fuck,” he groaned. “i’m so close, b-baby, keep going like that, j-just like that…”

his chants grew into incoherent babbling as his knees flexed underneath you, his hips meeting yours in each grind. it only took you reaching your hands under the fabric of his shirt to massage his nipples for him to finally cum with a loud moan.

“fuck!” he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips thrusting on their own accord to ride out his orgasm. “shit, fuck, oh my god,” he panted, burying his head into your neck.

you placed a hand on his hair and waited for him to come back to you, rubbing his scalp in light circles. when he looked back up at you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “missed me?” you teased, glancing down at the wet spot on his crotch.

his cheeks flushed and he laughed, his forehead resting on yours. “obviously,” he hummed, still winded from the intensity of his orgasm.

you attempted to pull your body off of his, but your boyfriend’s hands gripped your waist and pulled you back down. as tired as he was, he smirked at you and said, “don’t think we’re finished yet, you still haven’t came.”