πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from saccharine by jazmin bean.
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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Everything you do, I'm obsessed with you.
βExciting, isnβt it?β
βHuh? I mean, yeah itβs cool.β
βAre you rushing too? I really wanna go Kappa!β
βThatβs, uh, arenβt they kindaβ¦β
βWhat, cunts? Yeah, Iβd fit in nicely.β
When Choso first met you during rush week a couple years ago, you were an aspiring freshman looking for a sorority to pledge to, and he was a normal guy. Sorta. Youβd spoken to him once and he became absolutely in love with you. Not like he hadnβt been with other girls in the past, a few relationships here or there. But you were different. Not like any other girl heβd seen. You hadnβt shared too much with him that day, but he was determined to figure out, well, everything about you.
I don't mean to scare, but you're just so cute.
It started with your name, which heβd simply just asked someone in your class. But then, Choso needed to know more, when was your birthday, were your zodiac signs compatible? Heβd gotten that information from stealing your campus ID out of your purse while you two were in class together. Choso was paying really good attention to other things too though. Heβd paid attention to your screen while he sat behind you, online shopping when you were supposed to be paying attention to the lecture. Thatβs how he found out what size you were and the brands you liked, but other things got a little trickier. He noticed the way you did your makeup, it was always so pretty, but itβs not like he knew what any of it was, so heβd slowly started stealing things out of your makeup bag. It was harder to get your perfume, though, until you reapplied it on the campus lawn one day. Pink sugar, huh? Sweet just like you. Choso wanted to be even better, heβd send you flowers with no receipt of who sent them, an array until he found your favorites. Heβd pay for your food when you went out to eat, then leave to remain anonymous. He just loved seeing that smile on your face whenever he surprised you with something, always grateful, looking around to see if you could catch your secret admirer, but blushing when you realized you wouldnβt. God, you were perfect.
Lucky for you, you had actually gotten into Kappa. You walked around on this high horse though, one of those kiss-my-ass kind of attitudes. Not like anyone was gonna check you for it, well, βcause you were hot. Always well dressed, always groomed, always punctual. There was nothing anyone could really say about you other than you being a bitch, at least never to your face. Little did you know, Choso was your bitch. If you ever even glanced at him, heβd almost faint, and as the sophomore and junior years came and youβd gotten classes with him, heβd go back to his dorm and fuck his fist at the thought of you every day. But now, it was Senior year, and he was running out of time to make you his.
Every move you make, you're fucking sweeter than a cake.
Choso originally planned to just ask you directly, but he had to make sure it was gonna be perfect. He couldnβt leave room for error in the possibility that you werenβt interested at all. So, heβd gotten as close as possible to you. It wasnβt stalking, it was just studying an interest. He was pretty good at photography, so he got hired as a photographer for school events, such as parties or games. Heβd walk around and take pictures of everyone like usual to not raise suspicion, but whenever he could, heβd snap as many pictures as he could of you, slipping them into his pocket. When there was too much going on at the party downstairs, heβd sneak upstairs to find which room was yours, for research purposes of course.
Well, that research went directly to Choso knowing which window to take pictures outside of. You were so oblivious, often leaving your curtains wide open as you just got out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a towel. Now, Choso never got a snapshot of you naked or anything like that, but the hopes of the day he could got him pretty damn hard. Heβd take pictures of you walking around campus, doing fundraisers with your sorority sisters, running for the pageants that you always won, with the exception of Miss Junior, who you exposed for cheating on her boyfriend so sheβd be out of the running. So, youβd won that too. You were practically perfect, Choso felt you were made for him, there was a true possibility he could nurture and care for you, allow you to let your guard down a bit and let him someone in. He imagined himself taking you out to all your favorite restaurants, he had all of them written down along with your favorite menu items. Nights in his room cuddled up watching all of the movies you liked, youβd be so excited to see all of your favorite snacks already waiting for you. Youβd wear that glitter lipgloss you loved, heβd make sure you had more than enough, considering heβd already bought two tubes for whenever he made you his. He imagined making love to you, hearing you moan for him as he pleasured you, then put you on his chest as you fell asleep, resting his eyes as he held you. You two could truly be in love.Β
I'd love to wipe these other bitches out, so it's just you and me.
But, you had a fucking boyfriend. Itβs not like he didnβt like seeing you with other guys. He fucking hated it. Choso thought the guy was pretty scummy, he had that douchebag personality and always looked at guys like Choso like he was a piece of shit. But that asshole was truly a piece of shit. Megumi, or something like that. Choso didnβt bother doing too much digging up on him because it wasnβt gonna matter very soon. You guys had been dating since the beginning of the school year, not very long, but that didnβt stop him from talking to other girls when you weren't around. Heβd forget your dates, and make you cry. Wouldnβt post you on his socials, almost pretended he was single. Choso had half a mind to stab him to death, mostly because he didnβt like the way he treated you, but also because then he wouldnβt be in the way anymore.
Then, there were your damn sorority sisters. Those bitches were definitely in the way. They took up too much of your time, making you busy every day with planning and meetings, to do what? Party and maybe, fundraise? Heβd see them sometimes talking shit about you, saying you were weird or a bitch, or something else that wasnβt true about you. Choso would never say those things about you or treat you like that. You deserved someone who actually loved you and cared about you, none of these other distractions. He would give you the world, but that meant getting rid of the world you had first.
Oh, oh, this shit is scaring meβ¦
Now, when Choso originally thought of doing this, he thought it was a little nuts. It was a little extreme, sure, but it was just an obstacle in the way to get to you. Sometimes, we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right, it means love is more important.Β
Choso originally thought of actually stabbing Megumi like he wanted to. That fell quickly when he really considered the situation. Megumi was on the lankier side which meant it would be more tactical to get a hit in, plus heβd need to find a time heβd be alone in a discreet location to hurt him with no one noticing. Not that heβd really care if someone saw, it would just mean he wouldnβt be able to live the rest of his life with you; that was not an option. Shooting would be just as difficult, shell casings and the sound of gunfire could get him in deep. Could steal the brakes from his car, but then there was the possibility you were in it when it crashed, and for that, heβd never forgive himself. Heβd need something that anyone could have done, an accident perhaps, something that wouldnβt kill Megumi, just get him out the fucking way. Then he got a little idea.
Don't wanna stick my fingers in this, or I'll start to bleedβ¦
βHey, Megumi!β
βDo I know you?β
βWell, we literally live on the same floor, but um, no. Anyways, wanted to talk to you about somethingβ¦β
βGet on with it.β
βItβs her birthday today, your girlfriend that is.β
βOh yeah. Well, why the fuck do you care?β
βWeβre kinda close, wanted to get her something, but Iβll be too busy with classes to give it to her. Do you mind giving it to her for me?β
βYou got my girlfriend a gift, bitch? What the hellβs in this box?β
βWell, thatβs kind of a surprise for herβ¦β
βGet the fuck out of my face before I beat your ass. Leave my girl alone, you fuckinβ weirdo.β
Megumi had slammed the door on him, just like that. Usually, Choso wouldβve been really torn by his insult. He was pretty pissed Megumi forgot your birthday too, but how could he be pissed, truly? Not when a sweet resolution to Megumiβs shitty ways was on the horizon.
βMegumiβs like totally dead!β
βOmg, what do you mean heβs dead?β
βWell, he went to the hospital βcause he came down with like a fever or something? Todo said he couldnβt even talk when he found Megumi in the hallway and his eyes were all watery. The doctors said he died of, shit, whatβs it called again? Whatever, like he couldnβt breathe! I donβt know what the fuck happened, but damn, really sucks, ya know?β
βBabe, Iβm so sorry. To be fair, he was a dick.β
βYeah, youβre right. He didnβt have a big one either TBH.β
Well, shit. Choso didnβt mean to kill him, not really. He knew Megumi was a fuckinβ asshole, though. Paired with someone crushinβ on his girlfriend and his ego, Choso knew Megumi was gonna open that box. And what was in it? Initially, Ricin covered the inside of the box, which when inhaled, caused damage to the respiratory system, which Megumi could technically recover from. Choso had extracted the Ricin from some castor beans. The same castor beans that were crushed inside of the cupcake sitting in the box. All 10 of them. Originally, Megumi wouldβve lived, had he just thrown it away and not have been nosy, and if he did end up giving it to you, Choso would be there to intervene and heβd deal with that explanation later. But Megumi chose to be a nosy bastard, open it, AND EAT THE CUPCAKE! It was comical, really, considering Ricin canβt be found in an autopsy, so Choso got away with it. Itβs okay. It had to be done. That greedy asshole got what was coming to him, and with him out of the way, Choso was cleared to enact Phase 2.
It's sweet like saccharine, what Iβd do to have you sitting here next to me.
A couple of days after Megumi died, you pretty much got over it, walking about as if nothing happened. To be fair, he was cheating on you all the time, lied to you, and overall treated you like shit, so it wasnβt that hard. What Choso didnβt expect was for you to get kicked out of your sorority house.
βListen, babe. Your dead boyfriend is really throwing off the vibe here. Plus, itβs bringing a lot of bad looks to the rest of us because it seems like you honestly donβt give a fuck that he died, and truthfully, neither do we, but damn bitch, try acting like it!β
βPlease, Chapter President, I can act like I care, I just-β
βSorry girlie. Youβre still a sister, donβt worry. You do have to leave the house though.β
Choso felt a little bad. A little. They really were bitches, but this was perfect. Heβd just saved himself from starting a gas leak at the Kappa house when you werenβt home. He didnβt like that your feelings were hurt though, and he beat himself up about it. Choso himself wasnβt really a good guy, killing your boyfriend on your birthday? Almost killing your sorority sisters before they pretty much kicked you to the curb? He was doing the exact opposite of being a good boyfriend. Heβd be on his toes from now on, canβt risk ruining his chances with you. However, it was all in good light. You were becoming more and more ready to fall into his arms.
Apparently, you pretty much kept to yourself and stayed in your room. Your classwork was slacking a bit, and you couldnβt live at the house, but that didnβt stop you from still trying to be involved, participating in some campus events, and fundraising with your sisters despite your exile. You were a normal girl, humbled for sure, but Choso didnβt like that very much. He never intended to break you down like this, while you were still sweet in his eyes, he knew you loved the life you had before. He canβt unkill Megumi, which wouldnβt make sense anyway because Choso was your boyfriend now, but heβd give you a life even better than the first. One where you and he were together.
Like cherry pie, will you be mine?
Now, Choso was a real sweetheart, getting you so many gifts for when you came along, preparing how heβd approach you, compliment you, fuck you. But he was getting a little impatient. At this point, it was already the tail end of courses before winter break so he didnβt have much time to see you every day, even though heβd make that happen regardless. Plus, all of the shit that had happened to you would wear off in a couple of days, so he needed to act now. Choso knew he couldnβt make you fall in love with him overnight, and it would be too hasty to try to take it slow with you now. So, he had no choice. He was gonna kidnap you.
Now, βkidnappingβ is a rather strong way to put it. In reality, Choso was gonna come to see you and talk a bit, but if that didnβt work, heβd hold you at knifepoint and make you come back to his dorm with him to enjoy all of the things heβd set up for you! He would never hurt you intentionally, so itβs not like he was gonna use it, but he had to make you think he would. He wished kidnapping you was legal, why wouldn't he want to be able to love you and take care of you all the time? Itβs okay, youβd learn to love him back. After all, Choso wasnβt your βmaybeβ. Choso was your βoneβ.
Sweet to the core, I want some more.
Choso decided heβd make his move on you the night of the last Kappa party of the season, too many people for anyone to notice him running off with you, plus he knows youβd look so pretty in your party dress, hair all done up, heels making those legs of yours look so pretty. And you did! Except, you were crying. When Choso got to the party and spotted you, you were sniffling as you walked out the back door of the house. Now, he had to be strategic about this, so he exited out the front in time to catch you walking from the back. When heβd gotten outside, he saw you walking down the sidewalk, but it wasnβt very well, your heel had broken and you were having to walk barefoot. He felt terrible seeing you like that. You looked so sad, so scared, just broken. Choso had to make things right.
βHey, you okay?β
I love you.
I can hear your words breaking down my coreβ¦
You looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours, bloodshot and watery from crying, but still, you looked stunning.
βOh, hey Choso. Honestly? No, Iβm like not okay at all.β
βWhatβs wrong?β
βWell, my ex died and everyoneβs making a super big deal about it. Like, people kept coming up to me asking questions and stuff like I was there when he died or something.β
βOh, um-β
βSorry, I know I sound like a twat right now, but he cheated on me like all the time! Itβs honestly a long shot to say we were even together, not be cocky or anything, but I think he dated me to make himself look better. Plus, he got me in hot water with my sisters, like heβs haunting me after death or whatever.β
βSounds like he wasnβt really a good guyβ¦β
βYeah, pretty much. Anyway, now I have to walk back to my stupid dorm with no shoes because I fell over like a klutz and just embarrassed myself to the nines. I donβt even wanna go back there, just makes me sad, ya know? I came out to this stupid party to get my mind off things and itβs like things are just bleh. It doesnβt even feel like anyone likes me anymore. I wish someone just loved me for me, ya know?β
I think about you every day at least a hundred times or more.
Choso walked up and hugged you, bringing you into his embrace. It was a bold move for sure, especially with the knife sheathed on his waist, but he just hated seeing you cry like that. Soon, youβll feel how nice it is to have someone care about you so much. To have someone who wants to revolve their entire life around you.
βItβs okay. Know you donβt know me very well, but Iβm here for you.β
βReally?β
βYeah, I donβt wanna be too forward or anything, but you can come back to my dorm for a few, that is, if you donβt wanna go back to yours.β
βThatβs so sweet, thanks!β
Fuck, this was perfect! He didnβt even have to threaten to kill you! Choso offered to pick you up, which you happily agreed to, holding your heels in your hand as he carried you back to his dorm. On the way, you talked about a bunch of stuff you liked, mostly things he already knew about you, but there were a couple of new things that enticed him. Youβd stopped crying, that sweet smile back on your face as you found comfort in Chosoβs arms. Heβd gotten back to his dorm fairly fast, not wanting to waste much time to get things rolling. He figured heβd start with telling you about his love for you, really seeing if you-
βOMG, YOU HAVE THIS???β
You pointed at the movie poster on his wall, one of your favorite movie. Heβd studied it a lot, trying to figure out why you liked it so much. Heβd watched it over ten times by now, buying the poster as a touch when you finally came, which worked!
βYeah, itβs a pretty good-β
βPretty good? Itβs like the best movie ever!β
βWe can, uh, watch it if you want.β
βYes, Iβd love that!β
Choso was so lucky. Here you were, sitting with him on his bed as you watched the movie. Youβd stop every few minutes and point out something about it you knew a fun fact about or laugh at the parts youβd seen so many times. You were so damn cute. Youβd pretty much forgotten all of the stuff going on, able to just relax with him for once. Donβt you see how nice this is? How special things can be?Β
βOh wow, itβs getting late. Shit, I still have to walk back.β
Just like that, the movie was over. You looked tired, not just physically but mentally too. You couldnβt leave though, thatβs not how this was gonna go.
βAre you sure youβre good to walk?β
βWhatcha mean?β
βI mean, your heels are broken and itβs too dark outside to be out there by yourself. Something could happen to you.β
Fuck, Choso was a little too bold with that last part. He was probably coming on too strong, heβd need to fix-
βYouβre worried about little βol me?β
βSomething like thatβ¦β
YES. He was so fucking worried that sweat was about to drip from his face, red with anxiousness that the love of his life was about to leave him behind.
βWell, you could always walk with me. Or do you just wanna spend more time with me?β
You gave him a little smirk and wink, it went straight to his dick as he tried to think of a way to respond.
βI, umβ¦ yeah, I would.β
Your answer to his statement would be the deciding factor between you staying or him picking up that knife from his jacket on the chair. Fortunately for you, you smiled and put your things back down, sitting on the bed as you looked up at him.
βFine, but weβre gonna watch another movie. Your pick this time.β
You make me afraid, come closer, wait no, go awayβ¦
Ten minutes into this movie and he felt like he was gonna fucking explode. This time around, youβd gotten closer to him. Instead of sitting at the end of the bed, you laid beside him, not quite touching you, but he could definitely smell you, and fuck, you smelled so good. It was becoming painful to not touch you, but he couldnβt risk fucking this up. You looked so nice like this, chest moving up and down as you laid comfortably, eyes low, obvious you were getting tired.Β
βHey, Choso?β
βWhatβs up?β
βThanks for, ya know, being nice to me. Iβm not anyoneβs favorite these daysβ¦β
You looked so sad, but Choso couldnβt be happier. You were starting to recognize the only person who really cares about you is him!
βYeah, but youβre my favorite.β
βReally? But, you barely know me.β
Choso actually knew you very well. Probably better than you know yourself.
βYouβve just got that type of personality thatβs really easy to like, is all.β
You sat up now and looked Choso in the eyes, making him blush instantly.
βOh yeah? So, you like me?β
Choso started stuttering and sweating, flustered beyond reason as you gave him one of those smirks. At this point, he didnβt even have to tell you. His body language was more than obvious.
βI was just kid-β
βYes, I mean-β
You both looked at each other in shock. Why the fuck would he say that? You were fucking joking. Choso was stupid to think you were serious, not like he really had any chance with a girl like you. But thatβs okay. He was gonna make one. Although, he didnβt know whether to love or hate you right now, most likely both. You looked up at him optimistically, like you were waiting on his response, but also blushing a bit as he nearly popped a blood vessel in front of you. He couldnβt even speak, choked up on his words as you brought your hand on top of the one he had leaning on the bed.
βTell me, do you?β
βI do, for a while now.β
βSo, why not ever talk to me?β
βBecause youβre pretty hard to talk to.β
βHowβs that?β
βYouβre usually, um-β
βA bitch? Yeah, I am. But these past few weeks have humbled me.β
Choso wanted to laugh a little. Of course, it was because of him and the precautions heβs put in place for you two to end up together. You didnβt need to know that part though. You looked down, that same broken look youβd been putting off all night. Everything in him told him to stop, donβt be too hasty and he could probably get back to the plan, but it hurt him to see what heβd caused. It definitely didnβt help that you were crying again, bringing your knees to your chest as you fell into the realization of how messed up you felt. Choso pulled you into his arms, laying your face into his chest as he rubbed your back. You felt so warm, so soft, he didnβt want to let you go. Ever.Β
βItβs not your fault. So, donβt beat yourself up about it.β
βThanks, youβre right.β
It was hard to feel like the bad guy when you were smiling at him, finding comfort in his words. You two were dangerously close now, eye contact had him feeling like a deer in headlights, while you remained cool and collected, like usual. Thatβs one of the main things he loved about you, despite all of the crazy shit going on, you still try to appear fine, but that was far from the truth. Heβd be a shoulder for you to cry on, someone you could depend on and pour your feelings into. Give your heart to someone whoβs worthy of loving you back and spending their every breathing second devoted to keeping you happy.
Saccharine, what Iβd do to have you sitting here next to me.Β
Youβd kissed Choso softly, leaning in slowly enough to feel his breath hitch on his lips when he realized what you were doing. It was perfect. Your lips felt even softer than he thought they would, gentle and loving as you brought yourself closer, closing the distance between you. He had to get his head together, heβd practiced this part over and over again, and all he had to do was focus and execute it. First, cup your face with his hand. You smiled into his lips when he did this, allowing him to move to the second step, and bring his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You softened into his touch as he laid your back on the bed, opening your legs to let him on top of you. You were so sweet, moaning softly into the air as he began sucking the skin of your neck. Choso wanted to claim you, heβd finally gotten to kiss you and he needed everyone to know you were his. He sucked a little harder and felt ecstatic when you didnβt stop him, instead groaning as bruises began to flower on your skin.
βChosoβ¦β
Shit, you moaned his name. It felt exhilarating, something heβs been waiting for for so long finally coming true. It lit a fire under his ass, coming up to kiss your lips once before he brought his lips back down to your collarbones, moving lower as his hand massaged your side. Once heβd reached the skin of your breasts, heβd stopped, looking up to you for the green light to keep going. Even though you didnβt really have a choice in spending the rest of your life with him, consent was still pretty important to him, so when you gave him a nod, he took off. Choso brought his fingers to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head as you brought your arms up to aid him. God, you were beautiful. Your tits were on full display to him now, nothing covering you but a lacy pink thong. He was gonna start hyperventilating, your tits lifted as you breathed, nipples calling out to him like they needed saving. He brought his lips down swiftly and wrapped his tongue around one of them, immediately putting the other between his fingers to pinch as the rest of his palm massaged your breast. You started whimpering for him now, touch-starved since your boyfriend died, but Choso hoped it was also because he was doing things better than anyone youβd been with before. He alternated his mouth, groping and sucking as much as he could, relishing in the feeling of your tits in his face for the first time. As much as he could stay there all day, he knew you needed more, so he kissed his way down your stomach, lips grazing your pantyline. Choso sucked the skin of your stomach as you bucked your hips against him, turned on as he took care of you.
βChoso, pleaseβ¦β
He looked up into your eyes as he brought his lips off your body, fingers hooking into the fabric of your thong as he pulled them off of you. Holy fuck. You were soaking wet, lips glistening with your juices as your hips shifted slightly to invite Choso in. Without hesitation, he brought his lips down to your pussy, beginning to devour you. You tasted amazing, drinking the nectar of a fruit long awaited and it almost made him regret not planning to kidnap you sooner. You smelled so fucking good too, your pussy engulfing all of his senses as he ate you like his last meal. Your fingers found their way into his hair, moaning his name into the air with every lick of your clit. Sideways, up and down, circles around your bud, anything he could to hear you moan for him, to make your pain go away. Heβd brought your legs over his shoulders and rested his hands under the arch of your back, angling your hips so he could eat you exactly how he wanted. Messy and slow, he took his time spreading your juices all over his face as you panted and pulled at the sheets. He was self-indulgent, tongue pumping in and out of you as he lived out his fantasies of eating your pussy.
βChosoβ¦I-Iβ¦β
Shit, you were close. Choso was about to make you cum! He doubled down immediately, bringing his arms over your thighs to keep you in place as you felt your orgasm approaching. Heβd picked up his pace too, tongue moving at a hungry pace as he anticipated your cum in his mouth. The hand you had in his hair gripped tighter, Choso taking it as a cue to bring his lips up and suck your clit, suction bringing your bud against his tongue. You came fast and hard, grinding your pussy against his face as you came for him, his name slipping off your lips over and over as you rode out your high.
Youβre sweet to the core.Β
You looked so pretty for him, chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Choso slowly kissed his way back up your body, lips finding themselves on yours. This kiss was different from before, more intense and confident. At that point, youβd already started unbuckling his jeans, kissing him feverishly as you helped him take his clothes off. Hovering over you, he looked at you in awe. Legs on either side of his, big doe eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to fuck you.
βHoly shitβ¦β
Your hands found his hair, gripping and tugging at it as he slipped in at a slow pace. Choso took his time, exploring the walls he longed for the feeling of. Every stroke nearly sent him over, wet and warm, you were like heaven wrapped around his dick. You felt even better than heβd imagined, much better than his fist he fucked to the thought of you. Especially with how you were moaning for him, it was driving him crazy, all he could do was praise you.
βYouβre perfectβ¦so fuckinβ perfectβ¦β
βI knowβ¦β
God, heβs never felt like this. You were sucking him in like you were made for him, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth on his shaft as he fucked you faster. You were so beautiful, lips pursed as you breathed up and down, eyes fluttering as he fucked you.
βYou feel so good, babyβ¦β
βChosoβ¦β
His name was killing him. Heβd put in so much time to make sure he fucked you exactly the way you needed him, he had to make the first time perfect. A man that could care for you. Love you. Please you. Choso finally had you, and he was going to give you the fucking world.
I need to hate you before it's too lateβ¦
βSo fuckinβ pretty, babyβ¦β
Choso gripped your legs tight as he fucked into you fast, making you scream his name out into the room. You were doing this for him! Moaning for him! And you felt so fucking good wrapped around him, more than anyone ever before. There wasnβt anyone before you and there wasnβt anyone before him. Your world would revolve around him now like his revolved around you, every waking moment of being in love would be magical.Β
βChoso, I-β
βLet me have it, baby. Iβve waited so long for itβ¦β
He didnβt care what he was saying anymore, too high on you and your pleasure that he couldnβt think straight. If you were gonna cum for him, he needed it now, like his life depended on it. Something to signify the beginning of all of the pleasure heβd give you from this point forward.
βYou know how long Iβve wanted this, baby? Fuck, Iβm closeβ¦β
βThatβs it, baby, let go, let me make you feel goodβ¦β
βSo pretty, cumming on my dick like thisβ¦β
Choso was so fuckin obsessed with you. You came down like an angel, eyes fluttering as you murmured his name softly, body melting into the bed. He halted inside you as he came, losing his mind over the way your nails dug into his arms. You two lay there panting for a bit, Chosoβs arm bringing you into his chest. So beautiful like this. Heβd finally made it, you in his arms, right where you belonged.
Before I crave youβ¦so please go away.Β
βSo, Iβm not going back to my dorm tonight, am I?β
No, of course, you werenβt.
βDo you really want-β
βI donβt want to.β
Choso was shocked to hear your words. You actually wanted to stay here with him, he didnβt even have to scare you into doing it!Β
βDo you have a T-shirt or something? Itβs kinda cold in here.β
βUh, yeah, let me grab-β
βNo problem, Iβll get it!β
Stop it. FUCKING STOP. You were getting too comfortable, about to open Pandoraβs box with your hand on his closet door. Choso should stop you, whatever it would take. By the time heβd gotten to the knife, youβd opened the closet, pictures of you all over the walls. Choso lingered behind you now, knife behind his back as he waited for your reaction. You just had to be so fuckin nosy, youβd ruined everything.Β
βChosoβ¦are these pictures of me?β
He gripped the knife tightly in his hand as he watched you look through them. He couldnβt even speak, heartbreak and murderous intent flowing out of him. Every picture put another pin in his heart. Photos of you around campus, through your dorm window, in class, all open for you to see. You brought your hand up to one, pulling it down as you looked over it. The picture he took of you on Valentineβs Day. Youβd been sitting in class that day, sad because Megumi hadnβt gotten you anything, which Choso figured he wouldnβt. Thatβs why he had three dozen roses delivered to you on the lawn later that day, eyes brightening as you held them and read the card: βHappy Valentineβs Day, Princess. ~ your secret admirer.β You were so damn happy that day, so perfect. Now, you had to die.
βIt was you, huh? All this-β
βYes. It was always me.β
You pulled another one down, the one of you winning Miss Sophomore. Your face had the brightest smile, holding that crown on your head as you cried tears of joy. You smirked at it, cheeks blushing a bit.
βI look really good in this one, glad someone got a shot of it. So, you liked me this much?β
Youβd turned to look at him now, giving him a confused face. Probably because Choso was sweating buckets. His hand shook behind him as he looked at you nervously, analyzing everything about you, any sign that you were scared or wanted to leave.
βIβd call it more than that.β
βSo, why not-β
βBecause I wanted things to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for you.β
You gave him a nervous nod and turned back to the closet, pulling down a photo of you in your room back at the Kappa house.
βHowβd you do it?β
βIβ¦huh?β
βHowβd you take this without getting caught?β
You looked back at him now, a serious look on your face that told him he better fuckinβ answer. What was he gonna do? There was no point in lying to you, everything was there for you to see.
βI learned you and the other girlβs schedules to make sure everyone was asleep.β
βSo, what else ya got? Pictures canβt be the only thing.β
Choso pointed to the top shelf of the closet hesitantly. You brought down the bin carefully, sitting it down on his desk as you opened the lid.
βWhat the fuck, Choso? I was looking everywhere for this lipgloss!β
Youβd begun rummaging through the bin, picking up things in remembrance of when you lost them. A couple of hair ties, eyeliner, lipstick napkins. You acted as if there was nothing wrong with this, and it was making it really hard for Choso to read you. His hand alternated between wanting to drop the knife or use it, heart pulsing frantically as you tried on old jewelry of yours. Satisfied with your findings, you moved back to the closet, pulling down the other box on the shelf. The one with his gifts for you.
βWait! Youβre not supposed to see that yet!β
βWhat is it?β
βItβs something really special... just please, youβre gonna ruin everything!β
You shot him a concerned look and rolled your eyes, walking back over to the bed to take a seat.Β
βAnswer a couple of questions for me, βkay?β
βI-Iβ¦β
βQuestion one, when did this start?β
β...Freshman year, rush weekβ¦the first time we metβ¦β
You looked at him surprised. That meant heβd been stalking in love with you for almost four years now and never acted on it.
Just confiscate you, my teeth are in painβ¦
βQuestion two, whatβs behind your back?β
βNothingβ¦importantβ¦β
Choso was shaking in fear, so much so, he dropped the fucking knife. You both watched it fall to the floor behind him, your mouth agape in shock as he frantically bent over to pick it up. He couldnβt tell what was more awkward, him dropping it on the floor or him picking it up and sitting it on his desk like nothing happened.
βWHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT?β
βDAMAGE CONTROL.β
βFOR WHAT?β
βFOR WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!β
βYOU WERE GONNA STAB ME?β
βNO, I WAS JUST GONNA MAKE SURE YOU DIDNβT LEAVE!β
βARE YOU FUCKINβ CRAZY?β
βIβM NOT CRAZY, IβM IN LOVE!β
You scoffed and chuckled, stunned at his statement. Choso was bright red, on the verge of a panic attack. So many thoughts, so many mistakes, you knew almost everything now. All of the things he wanted to do for you, show you, give you, it all meant nothing now. Still, you sat there completely calm, aside from the fact the guy who just fucked your brains out was possibly about to kill you.
βQuestion three, this is an important one. Did you kill Megumi?β
βIt was ruled a death from natural causes.β
βYeah, tell that shit to someone else, did you kill him?β
Choso didnβt really care to hide things now, too far gone. Especially not how he got rid of that asshole you called a boyfriend.
βYes, I did; and I donβt regret it.β
βHowβd you do it?β
βI poisoned him with Ricin.β
βRICIN? HOW THE FU-β
βI put it inside of a box I told him was supposed to be for you.β
βWhy?β
βBecause he was a terrible boyfriend to you and you didnβt deserve to be with a guy who couldnβt even remember your birthday. Not to mention, he wouldβve never died if he didnβt open what was meant for you, nosy fucker.β
βSo, you were jealous? Most people would just beat the guyβs ass, you definitely knocked it out the park with that one.β
βYes, he didnβt deserve to have you! He took you for granted when there was somebody much more fit to make you happy!β
βAnd thatβs you?β
βYes, justβ¦pleaseβ¦donβt leave. Not before I make things perfect for you!β
You sat back on your hands, thinking a bit and bouncing your leg. Choso had said too much. Not only did he admit to killing Megumi, but now if you really did hate him, you could get him arrested too. Which meant you two would have to live apart. That was no longer an option.
βEven If I wanted to leave, I donβt think youβd actually give me the choice. Plus, itβs kindaβ¦sweet?β
βSweet?...β
βYeah, never had someone like me this much, let alone kill my boyfriend to get closer to me.β
βSo, youβre not mad?β
βNo, not really. Well, maybe for planning to stab me. Not like I can make you untake the pics, but Iβll need some of my stuff back. Iβm more impressed than anything. Iβm not even gonna ask how you got the Ricin or half of this stuff.β
Choso didnβt know how to feel, or how to react. Why were you so calm about this? Why werenβt you scared? Why were you still here willingly? He couldnβt move at all, locked in place in fear as he watched you get into the bed and turn on another movie.
βYou gonna come lay with me or just stand there?β
βI justβ¦I-β
You sat straight up now, looking him dead in the eyes as his body quivered in reaction.
βWhatβs your deal, huh? Didnβt you kill a guy to be with me?β
βYes, technically, I-β
βSo, be with me, Choso! Unless youβre just like a murderer or whatever, thatβs kinda fucked up.β
I'm gonna break you before I can sayβ¦
Choso was lost for fuckinβ words. You were laying on his chest now, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth as you finally relaxed. Everything he had done to get you with him had paid off. You were so perfect, lips pursed while you breathed up and snuggled your face into him. Just his sweet, sweet girl.
βSo, the whole, um, thingβ¦β
βWhat, you being fucking insane?β
βIβm not insane, just very dedicated to the woman I love!β
βWell, the way I see it, all my other boyfriends couldnβt stop looking at other girls, but you? Youβre perfect, youβre already obsessed with me! Just donβt kill anyone else, βkay?βΒ
βIβll try.β
I love you.
β± the song used in this story is saccharine by jazmin bean. π€
AM I (27M) THE ASSHOLE FOR FUCKING MY EMPLOYEE (25F) IN THE ELEVATOR WHILE SHE WAS STUCK?
her skirt was riding up and fuck, her pussy was just on display for me. of course she wanted me to fuck her then and there. she knew what she was doing when her belt got caught in between the elevator door.
content warnings οΏ« afab!reader (unspecified pronouns), ceo!nanami, employee!reader, power imbalance/exploitation, dubious consent, manipulation, stuckage, one spank, slight hairpulling, orgasm denial, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, featuring haibara yu, etc. + 3.69k words !
author's note οΏ« here's my entry for my reddit-inspired collaboration. it's my first time writing stuckage, so let me know how y'all feel down in the comments or in the reblog tags, uwu !!
Itβs half past twelve. The longest youβve ever stayed past working hours, but not for Nanami. The male individual slaves away behind his laptop, his coat hanging on the back of his chair while the top four buttons of his dress shirt are undone, revealing the light blonde tufts of chest hair into the spacious office. Leaning against the swivel chair, a deep breath sounds through his nose as heβs close to finishing this form. He was calling it quits after this, it being the most self-restraint heβs ever put on himself, knowing that heβd force himself to go on two more hoursβ maybe even threeβ if he wanted to.Β
The only light source coming from the office was from his laptop. Nanami had to rely on sheer memorization of his keyboard, having to backspace a couple of times when he was off by a few keys. A yawn dared to leave him, but he held in exhaustion. His brown eyes became teary as the dark bags under his eyes would only become worse if he didnβt break his horrible sleep schedule. Late nights and early mornings, his mother would chastise him for it while his dad would speak from an understanding perspective. The older woman would fall silent as she simply rolled her eyes at the both of them. Nanami chuckled thinking about it.Β
She should be proud of me, he thinks. This is the earliest Iβve left clocked out of work. Shutting his laptop, he puts it in his case, grabbing a pile of documents and carefully stuffing them into the sides of it before flinging it over his shoulder. He doesn't need anything to tell him the direction of the door, memorizing the pathway and knowing it like the back of his hand, the door handle is right where it is when he reaches for it.Β
His heavy shoes clunk against the tile, sounding loudly in the empty halls as the dim lights overhead shine. A custodian cart is in view, office doors open as he sees in his peripheral vision of one of his late night employees work. He gives them a curt nod, not waiting for the silent farewell to be returned as he continues. Making it to the elevators, he clicks the button heading downwards, the only button there is on the top level. It takes longer than he expected for it to arrive, stepping in and immediately feeling a moment of relief at the fact that, yes, he is going home earlier than typical.
However, a few floors down as you hurry to pack up all your belongings, you dread the fact that you're leaving so late. You'll have to wake up early the next day and you hate getting any sleep below seven. Looking at the clock now, you're definitely getting below six. With a soft groan, you shove your laptop into your bag as you fling it over your shoulder and rush outside towards the elevators. Pressing the down button, you're tapping your feet impatiently on the ground as you wait for the familiar ding of the bell to indicate to you that one is ready.Β
You had stayed late because your idea had gotten chosen by the CEO of the company, the big boss. Ecstatic to work on it, you had immediately gotten to work, going into even more details in regards to your idea. Your typical clock out time was six pm, telling yourself that you should be done by ten pm. However, you lost track of time and when you looked at the clock, it was midnight.
When the bell does chime, you're taken aback to the sight of someone waiting inside the elevator. At the mechanical sound of the doors opening, Nanami looks up, ready to leave the elevator when he spots you outside as well. It's then he realizes that the wait is usually longer and that he's not on the ground level. You both share the same shock, not expecting anyone else to be working at such late hours, minus the clerical staff. However, youβre not expecting to share an elevator ride this late with the aforementioned CEO of the company. You're staring at him, stuck in your tracks while he has a deep frown. The elevator doors that are about to shut before Nanami holds out a hand, beckoning you to come inside. "Well?"
"Are you coming inside or not?" His deep voice catches you off guard. Youβre taken outside of your headspace, quickly nodding. You squeak as you hurry in, dropping something as you scamper into the small space. If Nanami sounded harsh, he didn't mean to. He was just put off by your staring. Noticing the small item that dropped from the side of your bag, it was something small and insignificant. Something that was easily forgettable and you wouldn't miss it, but Nanami finds himself opening his mouth before thinking it through, "you dropped something."
Truthfully, he shouldn't have said anything, hearing the small 'oh' leave your lips as you take a few steps out. Itβs just right there, so you poke your upper body, reaching for it. The elevator doors must not have sensed you because the doors were closing and hadn't planned on stopping. He doesn't know if you just didn't hear it or if you thought you'd be quick enough to dodge it, but you let out a shocked 'oof' when it traps you by your waist.
You've found the case you had dropped, your airpods, which you were glad he had pointed out because these were your third pair. You didn't want to lose another set. If you had, you'd have to start looking for cheaper alternatives. However, that should be the least of your worries because when the elevator doors try opening again, it only shuts back on you, dragging your waist with it.Β
"Fuck, you curse, feeling the elevator constantly trying to open and close against you. "I'm stuck."
And Nanami canβt find the problem, scrunching his eyebrows when he inches closer towards you. Standing on his two feet makes him realize just how tired he is. He doesnβt have the time to deal with something so stupid like this. βCanβt you just get out?βΒ
βIf I could, I would,β you whine, trying to shimmy out of it. However, while you do, your skirt continues to ride up. Ignoring it, Nanamiβs touching the small of your back trying to find the problem. At the feeling of his hands, you jump. Arching your back at his touch, it makes your heart jump as you continue to squirm. βWhat are you doing?β
Finding the problem, the belt that you wore around you had metal parts that had got stuck inside of the elevators. It was in very deep and he didnβt know if heβd be able to get it out. However, it was worth a try. βHold on,β he simply said, ignoring your question.Β
Holding onto your backside, it made you take a deep inhale as your eyes widened. Reaching for the belt, he pressed himself into you before tugging on it. First attempt was a failure and so was the second attempt. He couldnβt understand how such a material didnβt already snap. Heβs broken things way stronger than leather bound with metal. On the third try, his hand slipped underneath, holding you by the stomach. His finger inched towards the hem of your skirt, big hands that made your stomach coil as you braced yourself. He seemed completely unaware of what he was doing. βIβm going to try and pull you out, okay?β
His voice got lower, deeper. It was hot, but at the sound of him saying he was going to try and pull you out, you got scared. And before he could even dare count to three, you were shaking your head in protest. βWait! No, donβt do it!β
At your shouts, he immediately lets you go. βWhatβ whatβs wrong?β
βIβm justβ¦β Getting a hold of yourself, you calm your racing heart. βI just got scared. Canβt you just call someone to help? Someone more professional?β
Nanami scoffed. Someone more professional? Who do you think you are? Clenching his jaw, a vein protruded on his forehead as he sneered at you. βWhy are you even here so late? Youβre not clerical staff, so you shouldβve been long gone.β
You can hear the bitterness in his voice and your shoulders slump in your awkward position as you realize that youβre possibly messing up this opportunity heβs given you. βI was working on the project that you approved of. I got really excited and started working on it, but I lost track of time.β
Oh, so youβre the employee with commendable ideas? He thinks. Heβs seen plenty of your ideas submitted before. All things great, heβll admit that. However, this one had stood out to him significantly. However, he groans. You seem like someone with a lot of booksmarts, and definitely not street smart. βIβm starting to think that maybe I chose the wrong person for it.β
Eyes bulging from your sockets, you stop breathing momentarily before you exhale. Heading falling down in shame, despite the compromisable position, he reads the slump in your body just well. "If you feel as though that's the best choice, I understand. Itβs reasonable as to why youβre upset.β
Fuck. Youβve managed to pull at his heart strings, making him feel a sliver of guilt. He wants to quickly retract it, but he doesnβt want you to know that youβve gotten to him so easily. So, instead he sighs. βIβll call a friend of mine and see if heβs able to come.β
He didnβt want to call the authorities on a matter this small. Haibara should be off tonight and heβll kill Nanami for calling him so late, but you werenβt willing to accept his help, so itβd have to do. When he gets off the phone, he peers down at you and snorts. Youβre a cute little thing. And while you donβt have any common sense in his book, youβve got a mind with brilliant ideas that heβd love to exploit some more. βHe said heβll be here as soon as he can. Think you can manage the waitβ not that you have a choice.β
βYeah,β you nod. βIβll be fine.β
Making further inspection of you, it finally comes to his attention just how far your skirt has risen up. A cute black pencil skirt that stopped right above your knees. You also adorned a soft pink blouse. The belt you wore was βcute,β but he didnβt see the need for it. Itβs why the two of you are in this mess in the first place. Youβre wearing small wedges and he figures your entire body must be aching from this unfortunate circumstance.Β
And heβs coming to notice more about you, like how youβve got beautiful calves and how your ass juts out seductively as you squirm. Each time you move, it doesnβt do any good for you as youβve come to realize that you donβt have any shorts underneath. It gives your boss the perfect sight of your covered mound underneath the dim elevator lights. Youβre wearing baby blue panties and there might possibly be a wet patch there from when he was pushing himself against you, trying to free your body from this accidental self-inflicted mess. You hope he doesnβt notice and if he does, that heβs a gentleman and chooses to ignore it.Β
He wishes he could. Really, he does, but shit, heβd be lying if he told you that his cock isnβt stirring at the sight of you like this. He inches closer towards you, where you can feel his body heat against you. Can feel his fingers ghost against your skin before he gets the courage to actually touch you, thick fingers that glide on your outer thighs before he grows more daring. Your breath hitches, feeling his hands in between you, growing closer to the mound. βW-what are you doing?β
You ask that, but youβre anticipating his touch and clench around nothing. Your juices create a bigger blotch of wetness and stick to you. He can see that just fine. βDonβt you want your idea being used? Want that raise you get if your idea gets the final choice by the entire board?β
Damn, heβs got you there. You had thought about all the benefits youβd reap if your idea got the final cut. From all of the selected ideas, yours is the winning choice. Yes, you want it. You should feel some shame in your body being used. That by letting him do this, itβs not just your ideas being exploited but your pussy. That after this, you wonβt have any honor, that your possible win wonβt be a dignified one. But when his thumb prods at your pussy, pressing down into your sweet mound and feeling how your juices flow through the cotton, darkening the panties, you canβt help but nod. βYes, yes. I want that.β
βSo, youβd let me use this pussy how I want?β He probes with a slight hum, pressing himself against you as his free hand goes to feel up your breasts. You shut your eyes, feeling his fingers pinch your nipples through your shirt and bra. Slowly does he unbutton your shirt, waiting for your answer. With a faint nod, you mewl out, βyes.β
He bucks himself into you at that, letting you feel his length through his clothes. He practically rips your shirt open, a few buttons popping and clattering down on the ground as you squeal. Pushing up bra, your breasts are out free in the open, being kissed by the shivering ac air before Nanami cups one and plays with your pert nipples. He rocks his hips forward, grinding himself deeply against you before heβs unzipping his pants and tugging them down.Β
He then drags down your panties, exposing you to the sight of his eyes. He sees your folds glistening with such want that it spurs him on even more, a grunt leaving his lips as he dips two fingers inside. He stretches you out, hearing your perfect and slutty moans infiltrate the silent halls. If there are any custodians at work on this floor, theyβre choosing to ignore it because youβre not silent. Hoisting your skirt up even further, he rubs the fat of your ass, massaging the clear skin before a smack reverberates through the room and the squeal that follows shortly after. Heβs no quieter than you, but heβd be damned if someone else hears those sultry sounds coming from you. βYouβve gotta be quiet. Donβt want anyone else knowing how much of a slut you are letting your superior use you like this.β
You meekly nod, βMhm, okay, sir.β
Sir. You say it so languidly, it rolls off your tongue with such ease that it makes a shiver run down his spine. Fuck, how is a stranger doing things to his body like this? To ensure your silence, he tugs your braids pulled into a ponytail back. Itβs an uncomfortable angle, but you donβt argue against it. Large hand covering your mouth, it muffles your voice as youβre still mewling and whining from his fingers thrusting inside. Your juices spill, dripping down to his hand. Your pussyβs so filthy and disgusting, getting off to a man that you hardly know other than the fact he gives you a biweekly paycheck and youβre using this opportunity to better your chances at climbing higher.Β
Your inner thighs are growing sticky as you clamp them together at the feeling of his thick digits making you feel so good. When that cunt of yours clenches around him, your eyes shutting as your muffled voice alerts him that youβre going to cum, heβs pulling out far too quickly. He retracts his hand from your mouth, slipping underneath you and pulling your stomach a bit closer. He hears the slight rattle of your belt, but he ignores it. Instead, he pays more attention to your pathetic pleas falling from your lips. βPlease. Please, I need you.β
βWhat do you think Iβm doing?β He grunts, aligning himself with your entrance. It has your body perking up as your hands reach to hold against the wall. βGonna fill this tight pussy. Gonna give you what you need.β
Feeling his cock head press against your folds, it feels big. Such a man with his stupor and built, you expected such, but fuck, were you nervous. Youβve never had anyone of his caliber. βYβfeel too bigβ¦ Wonβt fit.β
βI thought you were good.β Slowly he pushes the tip in, his teasing words being enough of a distraction for you as you let out a choked whine. βI thought you wanted that raise.β
βI-I do,β you cry, sobs getting louder when another inch goes in.Β
βSo whyβre you complaining when your pussyβs handling me just well?β When he bottoms out, you let out a dragged moan, momentarily forgetting about wanting to keep you silent. With the two fingers he previously had stuffed in your pussy, he shoves them in your mouth. Forcing you to taste yourself, he drills in your pussy with no remorse. So wet, the slap of skin sounds down the hallways of the floor. Your muffled voice does nothing to conceal the volume of your pleasure, tongue circling around the digits as youβve sucked off your slick and youβre now just enjoying the fingers inside your mouth. Your body rocks between the elevator doors, your walls clamping down on Nanamiβs fat cock.Β
Your breast bounces with each thrust as a single tear sheds down your eyes. Your juices drip down your thighs, the constant squelching making Nanami closer and closer to his orgasm. His head kisses your sweet spot with each and every time he meets your skin, making you cross eyed as you nearly bite down on his fingers. When your pussy pulsates, mouth falling open in an βOβ, Nanami knows youβre close.Β
βFuck,β he whispers. βCum all over my cock. Make a mess on it.β
Those butterflies in your stomach are finally released, feeling your inner thighs grow wet as your cum drips down. Your walls pulsate, egging on his orgasm as well as he doesnβt hesitate to breed your pussy. He doesnβt know if youβre on the pill or what method of birth control youβre on, if youβre even on any, but heβll take the precautions needed and buy you a plan B. A ring forms around the base of his cock, and when he pulls out, he watches your pussy flutter. All of him cum gone to waste as your pussy pushes it out. Your folds, however, hold the remnants as white sticks to them.
βShit,β Nanami curses, finding the sight completely hot. If anything, his cock spurs to life, but seeing the time, his friend should be heading up anytime soon. Fixing his appearance, he helps pull up your panties, but heβs afraid he canβt do anything about the droplets thatβs run down your leg and the puddle thatβs been created. Heβs also ruined your shirt, unable to button back most of it.Β
When Haibaraβs finally up, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some jeans, sleep is evident in his eyes. He shines the flashlight at you, eyes bugging out before he turns away at your disheveled appearance. Never would he expect to come back to a sight like this. When he looks back at Nanami, for the most part looking normal and unscathed, he wants to berate the man. However, the glare that the blonde shoots him is more deadly than his. So instead, Haibara sighs as he holds out the metal pliers used to cut through the belt. However, when he goes to cut through it, notices that most of it has been ripped off. It mustβve been from your previous activities.Β
He scrunches his nose as he cuts that last bit of it. Finally, the elevator is able to retract and pull away from your body. Standing up, you use one hand to cover your upper body as you stretch. With a sigh of relief, you breathe, βFinally.β
βYβknow,β Haibara starts with a devious smirk. βIf you guys went at it for a bit longer, the thing wouldβve broken off and I wouldnβt have needed to come all the way down here.β
Eyes widened as you tried to better fix your appearance, you stopped in your tracks. Nanami hasnβt said a thing, but you choke out a, βW-what?β
βYeah,β he continues. βYou guys were busy fucking like animals that most of the belt was ripped already before I came here.β
Your face heats up at the embarrassment as you pull your bag closer to you and back away in the corner. βOh, wellβ¦ Thanks for the help anyway.β
Nanamiβs not kind, glaring at his friend for making you feel uncomfortable before he demands him to leave. βYu, go home.β
βWill do,β he smiles with a salute.
The ride down is awfully silent as you spend most of it with your eyes closed, trying to forget what Nanamiβs friend said. When the door dings, you finally perk up as youβre expecting Nanami to lead the way. However, he motions for you to go first and he follows. Your steps are slow, body aching as you let out a deep sigh. Watching you with careful eyes, Nanamiβs wondering if you feel any regret and shame. Wanting to try and cheer you up, he clears his throat and draws the attention onto him. It works when you look back at him. βIβve seen a couple of your ideas before. You seem like a very hard worker.β
βHuh?β you ask, unsure of where this is heading.Β
βYouβre very smart,β he simplifies. βIβm going to work on you getting that raiseβ and a possible promotion.β
Heart panging against your chest, you gasp. βWait, butββΒ
Starting to walk ahead of you, he expects part of you to chase after him. However, youβre stuck in your tracks when all he says is, βGood night.β
CREDITS. thank you to @todorosie to giving this a liddol skim. she's baby.
nta/yta οΏ« please comment below so we can know, is nanami the asshole?
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from more than a woman by aaliyah.
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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Passion, instantβ¦
βMan, when was the last time you changed the oil on this thing?β
βThe last time I had a good whiskey.β
Now, when your dad hyped Toji up, you werenβt amused at all, considering your dadβs other friends are, well, not very attractive. But, this stranger was hot as hell, currently standing shirtless in your garage. His attention was on fixing up the vintage Chevy your dad had sitting for years. Something about itβll be a new hobby of mine, something to distract me from my little girl going off to school, but despite the ambition, that damn Chevy was taking up space and collecting dust.
Sweat beads fill me; Cupid's shot meβ¦
He and Toji both began laughing a bit, still tending to their work. It wasnβt until you sat your suitcase down that they noticed you. Your dad was the first to see you, immediately rolling out on the dolly that was supporting his back. He came up to suffocate embrace you with the tightest hug you think heβs ever given you. He pulled back to get a good look at you, smiling real wide and kissing you on the forehead.
βYouβre home! I thought you werenβt gonna be back until next week!β
βWell, Jordan may or may not have had an accident with the van while we were at a rest stop. The rest of us thought it would be safer to fly home, so here I am!β
βI told you that knucklehead was bad news, getting into an accident with my daughter in the car. I outta give him a piece of my mind.β
βDad, Iβm fine, no scratches or dents, at least on me. Plus, I think youβve already given Jordan βa piece of your mindβ, or must I remind you of when I brought him back home for Thanksgiving last year?β
βDamn it, I hate it when you're right.β
Toji, hearing the conversation play out, finally looked up from the car's hood.
My heartbeat's racingβ¦tempt me, drive me.
Now, Toji had been around and seen a lot of women, but you, you were an angel in disguise. Your hair was curled, a pretty pink gloss, and a pair of little diamond earrings. Your crop top and cut-off shorts left little to the imagination, tits almost falling out the front and the bottom of your ass peeking out. Those shorts led down to your legs, smooth and glowing, finishing with a pair of bubblegum pink sneakers. You were fucking hot.
When your dad noticed Toji walk around the car, his face lit up a bit, bringing you over. He looked damn good, sweat dripping off his chest, down to his abs, and into the waistline of his jeans. And, boy, he was cut. You assume that all those years in the service were to thank for his physique, but you can tell he still frequents the gym, although you wish he would frequent you. He walked to the bench to grab a shirt, presumably to be appropriate, but your thoughts were nothing close to appropriate.
Feels so exciting, thought of highly. It's yours entirely, Iβll beβ¦
βToji, this is my daughter. Baby girl, this is Toji.β
βWell, hi there. Your dadβs told me a lot about you. How was college?β
βHey! Hopefully, all good things! School was good, way stressful, though, especially junior year. Iβm just happy to finally be home.β
βWell, little lady, it was nice to meet you. I gotta finish up on the car before this evening.β
Toji gives you a warm smile, walking back with your father to the car. At this point, you dismissed yourself, needing to dial down all of the horny thoughts you had. You figured you could unpack your bags and watch TV, but much to your dismay, Toji was still on your mind. It was getting late; you could tell from the sunset coming through your curtains. Your phone read 6:32, and almost on cue, your stomach started rumbling. You leave your room and head to the living room, figuring your dad wouldβve sat down for his beer and movie routine. But he wasnβt. Nervously, you open the door to the garage, your dad and his friend still working.
βAhem.β
They both averted their attention to you. Toji closed the hood as your dad checked his watch and looked up at you nervously.
βWell, would you look at that? Itβs time for dinner!β
βUh, yeah! What are we eating?β
βChinese?β
βThatβs fine with me.β
Toji had walked around grabbing his things as the conversation between you and your dad played out. Until your dad laid a hand on Tojiβs shoulder.
βWeβll get this car moving before the end of the week, that is if youβre not too busy.β
βFortunately, Iβm not. Just doing some renovations on the house I bought.β
βSounds great!β
βWell, Iβll leave you guys to it.β
Now, you werenβt about to let this opportunity pass you by, not when you had such a good excuse to see Toji some more.
I'll be more than a loverβ¦
βWell, Dad, Toji should join us for dinner! Gotta screen the guy whoβs hanging around you, ya know.β
βHm, thatβs a great idea. Toji, wanna join us?β
You were practically bursting with anticipation, praying heβd catch on to your advance. A simple dinner canβt hurt, right? Toji looked a little confused at first, but then he saw your face and gave you a smirk.
βWell, who am I to deny your request? Let me shower and get all this oil off, then Iβll drive back over in time for us to eat.β
Your heart was doing backflips; you couldnβt believe that actually worked.
βYeah, I should wash up too. Baby girl, order the food, and it should be here by the time weβre done.β
βSure can do!β
Itβs like the food couldnβt come fast enough. You were so excited that you were half tempted to get the order yourself, but you came to terms with the fact you needed some self-control. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you jumped like a fish to water. You could still hear the shower running in your dadβs room as you walked by, and you couldnβt be happier. As you approach the door, you stop at the mirror in the entryway. You fix your shirt a bit, making your boobs pop, and check your lipgloss and hair to make sure you look not just good, but hot. You opened the door with a smile that dropped almost instantly. The ring was from the food delivery guy. While you were happy to eat, you hoped it would be the man you wanted to eat at the door. You grabbed the cash your dad left on the console table, and when you turned around to hand the delivery guy the money, you nearly jumped at the sight of Toji walking up the driveway. You quickly handed the delivery guy the cash, heart pounding like crazy.
βIβll go ahead and take these, thanks.β
More than a womanβ¦
Toji grabbed the bags, smiled at the guy, and closed the door behind him. You led him to the kitchen table, where he sat down the food. You got a good look at him now. His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore a white t-shirt and a pair ofβ¦grey sweatpants. You tried to be coy about it, but damn, did he have a bulge. It was like it was calling out to you, pressed into the leg of his pants. When you looked back up at his face, his eyes were checking you out before making eye contact. Deciding to be a little playful, you adjusted your shirt a bit, acting like you were fixing the fabric, but in reality, you were showing a little more skin. And Toji was getting an eyeful.
βSo, ready for dinner?β
You didnβt even hear your dad come down the stairs, jolting a bit at his presence. He walked up to you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder and smiling.
βDidnβt mean to scare ya!β
More than enough for you...
This dinner started pretty simply, you and Toji glancing at each other now and then; acting like he wasnβt just ogling your body in the kitchen. Your dad, deep in his plate, hadnβt even noticed, every now and then taking a swig of his beer. That was until your dad got talkative.
βSo, Toji, how ya likinβ things? Know itβs been forever since youβve been home.β
βItβs nice, real quiet, the way I like it. Feels nice to be around people I know a little better, ya know?β
βOh yeah, for sure. Same old folks, but weβve had some new people come into town, wantinβ a break from the city.β
βWell, this is certainly the place to do it.β
βLots of new women too; find any lookers?
You bit your inner lip at his question. Itβs not like you expected Toji to be single, but you were back. So, he was as of now. You and Toji made eye contact before he answered his question, you looking up at Toji in curiosity and him giving you a smirk.
βI met someone, yeah. Not too sure about it, though.β
You chuckled at Tojiβs answer, the table averting their eyes on you. Toji smiled smugly, your dad confused. Shit, you had to play it off fast.
βWhatβs with the question, Dad? Not like youβve found any lookers. Well, except that lady that was definitely looking for you.β
Your dad was none the wiser, instantly went red and laughed.
βToji gotta tell you about this one about a year ago; real hottie, real crazy too!β
I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, even more under covers.
The rest of dinner went on smoothly; they caught up on old memories from high school, talked about Tojiβs time in the service, and, of course, you. Youβd long since gone to your room, leaving them to talk in the living room, but when you got out of the shower, youβd heard them talking about you. Now, you werenβt usually one to snoop, but it was a conversation about you. With Toji involved. Youβd walked to the end of the hallway, behind the wall, as they sat in the living room drinking a couple of beers.
βI was real nervous about her out there by herself, especially when she met that boy. Know she likes him, but heβs bad news, canβt stay out of trouble.β
βWell, maybe now that sheβs home, theyβll fall off. Itβs different when theyβre seeing each other every day.β
Toji was right. You hadnβt spoken to Jordan since you got home (which, to clarify, had nothing to do with Toji). After the whole van incident, you pretty much broke up with him. You guys had been fighting the whole trip, him insisting you should move with him to the city since school was over, but you werenβt interested in leaving your dad behind. The topic created distance between you; that flight back home signified the end of an era. But oh well, thereβs a new one.
βI guess youβre right; thereβs no pickinsβ βround here, though. All of βem left for college or moved away. Donβt want her hanging out with me forever, but I wouldnβt mind that at all.β
βTrust me, sheβll find someone. Who knows? Sheβs a catch, for sure, but I think any guy would be intimidated meeting a dad like you!β
βNonsense, if she found a real man, Iβd be no problem.β
I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.
You stumbled at his statement, tripping into the living room a bit, their attention now on you. Now, when you were getting ready, you hadnβt originally intended on seeing Toji again for the night. So, thatβs why you were wearing the shortest pajama shorts you had, paired with a tank top that, for all intents and purposes, was almost see-through.
βBabygirl! How are ya?β
βOh! Iβm, uh, good!β
You had to think fast. Why would you have been coming to the living room?
βI was just checking on you to make sure you go to sleep at a good time! Donβt forget you have to, um, take me to Leanneβs for breakfast! You said youβd take me as soon as I got back!β
βYouβre right, honey, I completely forgot! I should probably head to bed now; that way, Iβll have enough time to get over this hangover.β
He looked over at Toji, who was standing up from the couch.
βHey man, you should probably crash here. Donβt feel too comfortable with you driving after how many beers we threw back. Take the spare bedroom, farthest down the hall.β
βYeah, Toji! Just want you to stay safe!β
You interjected the conversation, giving your dad one of those saccharine smiles that he was completely naive to, Toji smug across the room.
βWell, if you guys insist.β
Midnight grindin', heartrate's climbin'.
You waved your dad good night as you and Toji took your respective rooms. You originally intended to just go to bed, listen to some music, and drift off. Your anticipation made that last about ten minutes. With a master plan, you grabbed some blankets out of the hallway closet, knocking on the door to Tojiβs room. Heβd answered the door, shirtless, presumably about to go to sleep. Giving you a little smile, he stood to the side to let you in, closing the door behind him.
βWhatβs up, hun?β
βOh, I, um, just wanted to see if you wanted more blankets; gets drafty in here.β
βSure, thanks.β
You sat the blankets on the bed, Toji sitting next to them. Smiling at him, you began to lay the blankets out, his hand stopping you before you could finish.
βDonβt worry, sweetheart. Iβll take care of it, wouldnβt wanna be too warm.β
βYeah, youβre right.β
His hand on you made your body shiver, wishing that hand wouldβve just thrown you on the bed and fucked you. But letβs not forget self-control.
βWell, if thatβs all, Iβll leave you to it!β
You walked to the door, blushing as you tried to calm yourself down. Just open it and walk out-
βIs that all you wanted?β
Toji had walked over to you and laid his hand above you on the door, inches away from you.
You go, I go, 'cause we share pillows.
This could go one of two ways. You could very easily say βyesβ and walk back to your room. But your pussy started talking for you.
βDepends. Did you need something else?β
Toji looked you down, licking his lips on the way up. When he met your eyes again, you were smirking, catching him in the act. Not that he really cared. He brought a hand up to your thin top, playing with the hem, not breaking eye contact as he saw your nipples perk up, shirt barely covering them.
βA little inappropriate, huh? Probably be best to cover up.β
βNot if anyoneβs looking.β
He gave you a little snort, getting a good look at how flustered you were.
βWhat if someone is looking?β
βThen, they should do something about it. Hate to walk around inappropriately, right?β
His hand stopped playing with the hem, instead pulling your top down slowly, stopping right before your nipple was exposed.
βIs that so?β
βYeah, unless theyβre enjoying it, looking that is.β
He pulled it down a bit more, nipple fully exposed, his eyes watching it intently.
βDontcha gotta be up early?β
βThat would be right. Thought about staying up a little later, though.β
βWhyβs that?β
βThought itβd be nice to have a little fun.β
He brought his hand up, finger lightly grazing your nipple, making your heart skip a beat.
βI might be able to help with that.β
βYeah?β
Toji rubbed your nipple with one finger, teasing you.
βYeah, I canβ¦β
Chase me, leave meβ¦
You brought your lips up to his before he stopped you, pulling your shirt back up and walking away from you. What. The. Fuck.
βBut I probably shouldnβt. Wouldnβt want you to miss out on rest.β
You gave him an annoyed look, rolling your eyes, turning to leave the room. As you opened the door, you were met with your dad giving a surprised look to you and Toji. You started to panic, fuck, did he hear any of that? Surely not, he would instantly-
βHey there! Wanted to let you know there were extra blankets and stuff in the hall closet.β
He looked past you and at the bed, smiling in contentment. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving one of those wide smiles he always does.
βLook, seems like my baby girl here was already on it! Great hospitality; thought you mightβve lost that when you left outta here.β
Yeah, great hospitality, alright. You were ready to give Toji the best damn stay of his life. You gave your dad a playful jab, walking past him as you two waved goodnight to Toji. When you went back to your room, your head kept spinning. Had he heard your dad coming? Is that why he stopped? Fuck, heβd played with your nipple and everything, if you could even call it that.Β
Shit, at least you knew one thing: it was time to put your vibrator to good use.
I don't think you're ready for this thingβ¦
Constant pleasures, no scale can measure.Β
That whole thing was two days ago. Since then, youβd tried to avoid Toji altogether, too embarrassed to face him, always having something to do when he came to work on the car. That was until your dad intervened.
βHey, sweetie. Can we talk about something?β
Fuck, this was it. Heβd known this whole time and just waited to say something. You sat on your bed as he stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. You were too bugged out to say something, just nodded and waited for his response.
βWell, remember when I told you Iβd have the pool in the back cleaned out and ready by the time you got home this summer?β
βUh-huhβ¦β
βWell, time got the best of me, so itβs not done, probably not til next month. But, Tojiβs pool is in top shape! That is if you still wanna swim. I asked, and he said thatβs perfectly fine.β
βThat would be great, thanks, Dad!β
You just hit the fucking gold mine. Firstly, of course, you wanted to go the pool, but a reason to go over to Tojiβs, half-naked? Oh, this was just what you needed. Once your dad left, you rummaged the room for materials for your scheme: cute swimsuit, sunscreen, towel, all the good stuff. Except your swimsuit was more of a bikini well, actually, it looked more like a thong and tiny bra. So, pretty damn hot.
Secret treasures, keeps on getting better.
βIβm gonna take the car, okay?β
βOkay, honey, drive safe!β
Youβd got over to Tojiβs somewhat fast, only about a ten-minute drive, but that ten minutes felt like forever. Especially to the one screaming at you through your bottoms. Youβd knocked on the door, breathing in and out to prepare for him to come. Except he didnβt. You didnβt wanna be a weirdo or anything, but your dad did tell him youβd be coming and his car was in the driveway, so where the hell was he? Only one way to find out. Youβd open the gate door on the side of the house, walking the pathway to the pool. There was no sign of him so you went ahead and put your stuff down, putting on your sunscreen and-
βHey, sweetheart.β
βUh, hey!β
You nearly jumped out of your damn skin. Toji had crept up on you, presumably from the house, as the back door was open and he was holding a water bottle. He gave it to you, chuckling a bit at your surprised look.
βDidnβt mean to scare ya. Well, you have the pool. Feel free to stay as long as youβd like.β
Was he acting completely normal? Maybe you had overanalyzed the other night; maybe it wasnβt nearly as horny as it felt. Then again, he had made somewhat of a move on you; maybe youβd test to see if that feeling was still there.
βHey, Toji, before you go, I canβt get the sunscreen on my back. Can you help with that?β
βSure, no problem.β
Do you wanna roll with me?
Toji gave you a smirk, taking the sunscreen from you and turning around so he could apply it. His hands were a bit calloused and cold, but they were warming up your skin like fire. Every stroke of his hand got you wetter and wetter, almost melting into his touch as he rubbed the sunscreen into your skin. Heβd been careful, stopping right before applying it to your ass, almost waiting for your clearance.
βTouch me.β
He chuckled a bit, bringing his hands down to your ass, massaging the skin there. Your body was working for you, slightly moving as he applied it, moan about to escape from your lips.
βAll done, princess.β
With that, he slapped your ass and walked back into the house, leaving you sexually frustrated again. You sighed in exhaustion, you were more than hoping to get your rocks off, but thatβd have to wait. Again. That wasnβt gonna stop you from teasing him; youβd play into this coy little game of his. You got into the pool now, swimming for a bit while you thought of what to do next. Part of you wanted to just go in there naked and tell him to fuck you, but that was a little too brave. Instead, you had a better idea.
βHey, Toji?β
He walked out of the house, walking over to you at the pool. It hadnβt gone unnoticed that you were giving him those fuck me eyes.
βYes, maβam?β
βI need some help, my swimsuit top broke!β
You brought your body out of the water a bit, straps floating as you held the fabric to your chest. Toji wiped his face down, smirking at your dedication to this bit.
βAccidents happen. Letβs go inside; I got a shirt you can wear.
We can go to foreign lands, your hand in my hand.
Before you entered Tojiβs house, another idea hatched.
βIβd hate to get water all over your floor! I can wait here til you get it.β
With a confused look, he shrugged and walked in. After a couple of minutes, he returned with a shirt, definitely a bit bigger than your figure, along with a towel. You began drying yourself off, taking extra care to dry the places he was actively staring at.
βThat should fit you. I can make you something to eat; Iβm sure youβre hungry after all that swimming.β
βThanks, here, hold this so I can put it on.β
You handed him your swim top, chest fully exposed, nipples hard from the change of temperature. His face went flustered as he held it, eyes glued to your tits. With a smile, you brought the shirt over your head, putting it on as he watched you.
βThese are wet; should probably take these too.β
With that you brought your fingers to the hem of your bottoms, pulling them down and handing them to Toji, fully naked now except for his shirt. He was chuckling, almost red from the boldness you had. You walked past him into the house, waiting for him on the kitchen island as he closed the back door. You pretty much knew you had him, but you needed that thing to take him right over the edge. So, you did. Toji walked up to you now, leaning against the counter opposite of you, giving you an expectant look.
βSo, what are we eatingβ¦hopefully me.β
That was enough. Toji cleared the distance between you, hand wrapping behind your neck as he brought you in to kiss you. The kiss was hungry and needy; all that pent-up sexual frustration finally getting handled. You let him lead, hand coming down to rub your pussy before slipping his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from you.
βYou know we shouldnβt be doing this, but youβre quite the naughty one.β
βI am and obviously so are you; if not you wouldnβt be fingering me.β
βGot a point there.β
He smiled a bit, tilting your head so he can suck the skin of your neck, kissing you in all the right places.
βIf you want me so bad, whyβd you stop? Hear my dad coming?β
βCoincidence, sweetheart. Didnβt hear him at all.β
βSo, why not continue?β
He brought your legs up, sitting you on the counter as he brought his hand down to grip your ass.
βCause Iβd feel bad about fucking my friend's daughter in his house.β
βSo, fuck me here.β
Do you wanna ride with me?
Toji picked you straight up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked to his room, you laughed as he brought you up the stairs. Once in his bedroom, he closed the door and sat you on the bed, undressing before taking you out of his shirt. In a swift motion, he laid you down, body coming over yours to kiss you again, pulling back slightly to get a good look at you.
βSo, what about your little boyfriend?β
βWhat boyfriend?β
He laughed as he brought his fingers to you again, this time, rubbing your clit as you moaned underneath him. Moving down slowly, he caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and pulling at it with his tongue. It had you moaning, arching your back slightly as he brought his other hand up to play with your other nipple. The one that started it all. Heβd found his way to your stomach licking a line straight down as he made eye contact with you, finally stopping when his tongue met your bud. Quickly, he flipped you two over, laying on his back as he sat you on his face. He didnβt give you time to prepare at all, arm pinning your legs down as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Fuck, it was fantastic. Every lick had you gripping his headboard tighter, grinding against his face as you lost yourself in his mouth. He had you moaning near screaming, eyes on you as he worked his tongue underneath you. You couldnβt even look at him, too involved with your impending orgasm. You truly didnβt give a fuck, taking his mouth for yourself as you felt yourself about to cum. Youβd thrown your head back now, Toji seeing you about to unfold and licked your clit even faster, arms bringing you so close he could suffocate. Then, it was bliss.
Your orgasm hit you hard, hand clenching on the headboard so hard you could swear you broke it. You rode it all the way out, moving your hips against his mouth as he lapped up your cum. Heβd started loosening his grip on your thighs, holding you to prevent you from tipping over, and laid you on your back. You were on cloud nine, eyes still fluttering as you came down. Toji brought his face down to yours, kissing your cheek and then moving his lips to your ear.
βYou did so good, taste fucking great too. You okay?β
βFuck me.β
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde, me by your side.
Toji laughed at your bluntness as he opened your legs and sat them on either side of his hips.
βWhatever you say, princess.β
You were in fucking need. Cumming on his mouth was amazing, but you knew you didnβt wanna stop there, and neither did he. You opened your legs even wider for him, pulling him down by his neck to kiss him, bucking your hips into his waist as your sensitive bud brushed against his boxers. You could feel your wetness soaking into the fabric, making his dick harder than a brick. Swiftly, he fell back, making quick work to take off his boxers and climb back on top of you. Fuck, he had a big dick. His lips hovered over yours as you groaned in anticipation, feeling him rub against your lips, toying with you.
βReady for me? Donβt wanna hurt ya.β
βYes, sir.β
That lit a fire in him, hungrily bringing your hips towards him and then kissing your cheek. And just like that, he slipped in. He took his time, moving what felt like inch by inch to let you adjust to him. It did hurt a bit, but all that ended when he was all the way in, kissing you as he started moving his hips. It felt so fucking good. Toji stroked you slowly, being real careful with you as he exhaled on your shoulder, making you shudder under him. Heβd pulled up and sat on his hands now, looking for that green light in your eyes for him to go faster, and once you gave it, he gave it to you exactly how you needed it.
I'll be more than a loverβ¦
Toji had a steady pace, hands gripping your hips to steady you as he fucked into you. Your eyes had rolled back, whimpering as you gave your body to him. He knew exactly what to do with it, satisfying any craving youβd had up to that point. He fell in love with the way you moaned his name, fueling his thrusts to faster, making you moan it even louder.
βTojiβ¦β
βLooks like those college boys havenβt been fucking you right, huh?β
βNo, sirβ¦β
βDonβt worry, ima take real good care of you.β
And that he did. He had you scratching his back, trying to get a grip as he fucked you. His hand had long since found your leg, pulling it up to your stomach to fuck you deeper. He was hitting everything inside you, felt like his dick was made for you. He was definitely right; the boys at school were shit in bed, either only fucking til they came in 3 minutes or not eating you out at all. None of them were ever as big as Toji either, especially not Jordan, he hadnβt fucked you nearly as good as this. Probably because of age, learned how to really please a woman after all these years, and fuck, you wanted it all to yourself.
More than a womanβ¦
βHold on tight, baby.β
Toji flipped you over so you were on top, hands gripping your ass as he slammed you on his dick. It was hard not to just scream his name over and over, wanting to be a little tame as he fucked you. But that was all over when he picked up his pace again. You could barely hold yourself up, hands gripping his shoulders as he guided you, giving it to you in that special spot that had you dying inside. Shamelessly, you threw your hips back on him as you screamed his name, him smiling below you.
βLooks like I found your sweet spot. Let me hear you baby, wanna know just how good Iβm making you feel.β
βSo fucking good, Tojiβ¦So goodβ¦β
Heβd slapped your ass to say good girl, making you whimper every few thrusts when he did it. You finally reached a point where you could actually look at him; his face was sweating, hair sticking to it as he looked at you smugly like he was waiting to see your reaction to him taking you. He was fucking hot, something about the hungry look in his eyes had your pussy clenching around him, making him groan and bite that scar on his lip. You knew you werenβt gonna last very much longer, that fire rising inside you as he synced your bodies together.
βI see it, princess. Let me have it.β
You tried your best to hold in, wanting to hold off so you could get fucked longer, but it was just too good to hold back. Your fingers gripped his shoulders so hard youβd swear theyβd bruise, screaming his name. He brought a hand up to your face, moving it so he could look at you as you came. You had been closing your eyes so hard your mascara smeared, lips plump from all the kissing, and face warm and flustered from how hard it was hitting you. Heβd fucked you deep, wanting to feel your pussy spasm on every inch of him, sending him into overdrive. As you rode out your orgasm, he was chasing his, body turning to putty as he claimed your pussy as his. Toji was sexy as hell, groaning and moaning your name as he fucked his cum inside you.
Even more under covers.
You couldnβt keep it together anymore, so fucked out that you tipped over, Toji catching you as you fell. He laid you down gently, resting your head on the pillow as he pulled out of you. You were fucking done. Youβd almost fallen asleep, head falling to the side as your body came to terms with just how much pleasure it had experienced.
βHold on baby, let me take care of you first.β
Toji walked to his bathroom, wetting a washcloth and cleaning you up. You squirmed a bit at the overstimulation, too tired to even let out a moan. Heβd pulled the covers over you, brushing your hair as you drifted to sleep. Heβd gotten in bed next to you, lying down. Then the damn doorbell rang. Irritated, he got up and threw on some clothes, trying to be presentable enough to open the door. Fuck, whatever it was, it better be-
βHey, Toji! Have ya seen her βround? She forgot her phone back at the house.β
I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.
β± the song used in this story is more than a woman by aaliyah. π€
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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
I know you've been going through some thingsβ¦
When Choso wanted to come out and relax get over you, he definitely wanted some time away from you. So, why the fuck were you here? You walked into the club, not noticing him in the upstairs balconies, sitting in a section with Yuuji and some of the other guys. As much as he tried not to, he couldnβt keep his gaze off you. You were wearing those high heels you know heβd love; they made your legs look so pretty, and because of that, it made your ass pop. That was being covered up by some skimpy dress youβd found, probably one of the ones you wore before you guys got together. Not that he didnβt allow you to wear it, but it was hard for him to pull it down every few moments. You had your hair in some cute curls, makeup done all pretty, fuck, it made him miss you. But, unfortunately, fuck you, and not literally.
I know you don't even love the same, do you?
Once you and your friends found your section, you sat your things down and went up to the bar, presumably to start a tab. What he wasnβt expecting was for you to look around as you sat there, finally making eye contact with him. When you saw him, you didnβt look away, instead looking at him with disgust and walking your way back to your section. That made him really fucking pissed. Itβs not like heβd thought you be happy to see him but fuck.
Gotta get away, make it happen; whatever happened just had to happen.
βYou good man?β
Yuuji had placed a hand on his shoulder, looking concerned as Choso stared down at you with a locked jaw.
βYeah, peachy.β
βItβs cause sheβs here, huh? What the hell even happened with you guys?β
Well, to put it simply, Choso was a bad drunk. He would always fight with random people or get pissed and throw things, but never at you; he wasnβt that crazy. But he was crazy. Especially two weeks back, he got drunk with the boys and returned to your apartment. You were pissed at him, firstly because he came in at 4 in the morning but also because he decided to drive home. And crash his fucking car. That had been your last straw, packing your bags immediately as he wrapped around you, crying, begging you to stay, but being so fed up at that point, you brushed him off. You hadnβt talked to him since then, and he fuckinβ hated that.Β
You werenβt even giving him a chance to make things right, just throwing your whole relationship away, two long years. Heβd put a limit to his drinking since then, not like he was an alcoholic or anything, but when he did drink, he got fucked up. So, he limited himself to three shots, enough to get him buzzed but not nearly enough to black out. Heβd started smoking cigarettes again, too, smoking one whenever he missed you. He went through a pack every two days.Β
I know you've been dancing, dancing, dancing like you fucking got a reason.
Then, there were those fuckinβ rumors. Heβd heard through a friend of a friend that youβd moved on pretty quickly, a little too quick, in fact, enough to make Choso think of the possibility youβd cheated on him, and thatβs why you left, but he knew deep down it was because of his fuckups and the rumors were far from true.Β But that wouldnβt stop him from being himself, especially when some random bastard was buying you a drink.Β
You looked like you whispered something to him, making him call the bartender. Sheβd handed you two a shot of something, clicking your glass against his and throwing it back. Choso had to look away before he went down there and beat his ass the main reason he needed to stop drinking. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and focused on the conversation Yuuji and the others were having. For 5 minutes.
What the fuck were you doing? He had distracted himself for a few minutes, that was until he saw you in his peripheral vision. Dancing on that bastard. He took another swig of his Jack and Coke, Yuuji looking over his shoulder and seeing what was happening. He also saw when youβd raised your eyes to Choso, and Choso fixed his eyes on you. He was fucking fuming. This random motherfucker was touching on his girl you, putting his hand on your hips as you rubbed your ass on him. Choso found every piece of self-control he had; you were fucking teasing him. Youβd let the guy play with the hem of your dress and set his head on your shoulder, all while looking up at your RECENTLY ex-boyfriend. You turned around then, Choso getting a good view of this guy rubbing his hand over your ass. Heβd like the idea that you were too fucked up and gotten more comfortable than you realized, but when you turned around and shot him a kiss, he crushed that fucking cigarette in his hand.
You need to be taken care of and pampered, but just like a pamper, he on that childish shit.
Youβd walked off from the guy, him trying to follow you and you popping his hand. Now, getting violent is exactly what youβd expect Choso to do, and thatβs why he had other plans. Heβd waited until youβd sit back down and called the bottle girl working the sections tonight.
βHey, you see that girl down there?β
He pointed down at you in your pink patent leather dress clear heels to match. She nodded quickly.
βYeah, that girl in the pink? What do you want her number or something? Sheβs real sweet.β
βNah, just want you to do me a favor. Take this and pay for all her drinks; if she asks who, point at me.β
βYou got it!β
Choso handed her his card as she walked away. After a few minutes, the girl began talking to you, then pointed at Choso, who was sipping his drink. Youβd whispered something in her ear, and she left the table, promptly returning to him. She handed him his card, and he looked at her for a response.
βSheβs done drinkinβ for the night, went ahead and charged it! I pointed you out for her, and she told me to tell you βthanks, babyβ.β
Choso thanked her and smiled, βBabyβ huh? That got him pretty happy, it being the kindest youβd been to him in weeks. Heβd looked back at you, and you werenβt in the seat, presumably off to dance with your friends or go to the bathroom. Yuuji, who saw the whole thing go down, shook his head and sat his hand on Chosoβs shoulder.
βYouβre fuckinβ toxic, dude.β
I know you feel like sometimes y'all don't speak the same language.
Choso and Yuuji began talking about something that was wrong with his car; think he needed a tune-up or something, but that was cut short when youβd walked up to the table, jabbing Chosoβs shoulder.
βThe fuck are you doing?β
βWhatcha mean, princess?β
βDonβt call me that; you know exactly what I mean.β
βNo, actually I donβt. Enlighten me.β
βMaybe if you werenβt fuckinβ drinking, youβd know what the hell Iβm talking about.β
That one hurt. He could tell it hurt you to say it, but nonetheless, you kept your arms folded.
βIβm not allowed to buy you things anymore?β
βSo, thatβs what this is? You buying me back?β
βIt seems thatβs the only way to get your attention nowadays. Havenβt blocked my number, but leaving me on read? Youβre fuckinβ with me.β
βYeah, itβs cause youβre fuckinβ toxic, texting me after 2 a.m., telling me how much you miss me?β
βItβs because I do, want me to lie to you?β
βNo, I want you to fuck off. Iβm fuckinβ leaving.β
With that, you walked away from him, leaving him with his jaw locked. Youβd told him exactly what you wanted, and he had to accept that. Maybe. He put the cash on the table for his tab, saying bye to the guys, chasing after you.
I know you've been going through some things; wanna get away, baby, let me be your vacation.
When Choso found you, you were sitting on the back patio, smoking a cigarette and crying as you looked at your feet. He hated that he was the one making you feel like this, and he felt like it was his job to fix it. Thatβs why he brought his arms around you, hugging you from behind. Youβd known that hug from anywhere but were too damn sad to move him. To be honest, you really needed one. Heβd guided you from the patio to the parking lot, opening his car door and setting you in.
βWant me to take you home?β
βYeahβ¦β
βWhere are you stayinβ now?β
βI want to go home.β
You wanted to go back to your guysβs apartment. Choso felt himself perk up a little; your wanting to go back home was a step, right? He put his hand on your thigh, which you moved almost instantly as he pulled out of the parking lot. You leaned back in the seat, opening the window for fresh air. He thought you looked so beautiful. Flustered cheeks, smiling as your hair blew out the window. It made him smile, seeing you happy again; he couldnβt remember the last time you did.Β
You came back down in the seat, giving him an awkward smile, wrapping your arms around his arm on the gearshift, laying your head against it. You looked like you were gonna nap, but your eyes were opened like you were thinking about something. Choso was thrilled by the attention you were giving him, but it was pretty hard to drive. All he had to do was focus on not crashing, but then again, maybe thatβs what you wanted, emotionally, that is.
I know you know I am down for whatever; you know I'm just here to make you feel better.
Take a load off on my private island, come inside, and go into hidinβ.
Choso parked outside your apartment building, taking a second to ensure you were awake before taking you out of the car. You didnβt feel like standing, so you hopped up so he could carry you bridal style. He was trying so hard to be respectful, but your tits were sitting right in front of him; if you guys were on good terms, heβd be sucking on them by now.Β
Now, when Choso said he missed you, he really did. Was it normal to think about your ex while you, ya know? Probably not, but when he tried to think about anything else, all that came to him were early morning sessions with you or spontaneous fucks in his car. Right now, he was pretty fuckinβ hard, but the mission was to get you ready and put you to sleep.
Choso unlocked the door to the apartment, carrying you inside. He took off your heels and fixed your dress, sitting you down. He turned around to lock the door, about to take you to-
I know that you've been sacrificinβ your time and need time to unwind and let go, so let go, and let's go.
You wasted no time, bringing Chosoβs head into your hands as you kissed him. He was too fuckinβ shocked to process things. But that pretty much ended when you jumped up a little, him picking up your legs and wrapping them around himself. Heβd back you onto the wall, deepening the kiss as you groaned into his mouth. You wrapped your hands around him as he sucked your neck, leaning your head back as he rutted his hips against yours.
βBabyβ¦β
βYeah, princess?β
βOn the couchβ¦β
Choso brought you back from the wall, clearing the distance from the hallway to the living room in seconds. You hadnβt let him lay you down on the couch all the way before you pulled him down to you by his neck, the other hand lifting his shirt. He helped you take it off promptly, averting his attention to your dress, unzipping the back, and taking it off you in one motion. With your tits exposed to him, heβd climbed on top of you and kissed you, bringing his face down to your chest and sucking the skin there. As he laid you all the way down on the couch, he started sucking your nipples, rubbing the other between his fingers when he didnβt have his mouth on it. Youβd started bucking your hips, begging him to touch you, and that he did.
Choso pulled your thong down, got off you, and sat on the floor. Swiftly, he brought you up and pulled your hips to the end of the couch, legs getting thrown over his shoulder; he began to finger your pussy. God, you were sexy. Fondling with your tits as he pumped his fingers into you, throwing your head back as he started to indulge in you. He could swear youβve never tasted this good before; maybe it was the distance, some sort of marination period, who knows. What he did know was that his tongue was making your body go crazy. Every lick on your clit had you rutting your hips on his face, body on full display as it moved uncontrollably. He was starving so badly couldnβt even look up at you like heβd usually do; this time, his face was completely engulfed with your pussy, pleasing you in any way he could.
Excited, activated, get ignited.
Youβd started moaning louder, his name falling from your lips over and over, getting closer as he fucked you with his tongue, nose rubbing on your clit.
βBabyβ¦β
He knew you were about to cum, so he pinned your hips down, making you groan as your fingers found his hair again.
βBaby, fuck, Iβm closeβ¦β
Youβd started pulling on it, your other hand gripping a pillow on the couch as you started to let go. Finally, his eyes looked up at you, wanting to see you when you came, and that was the tipping point for you. Your eyes rolled back as you ground your hips into his face, shamelessly making him eat you through your orgasm. The aftershocks had you screaming his name, whining as he sucked you into overstimulation. Choso didnβt really care. He was so fuckinβ happy to taste you again; he was a man starved.Β
βOkayβ¦β
He hadnβt stopped holding your legs tighter as he put all his attention on your clit, knowing it would have you melting now, faster as you came down from your last high.
βChoso, fuck, okayβ¦β
Your hands were still in his hair, you could pull him back at any moment, but instead, you let your body fall apart as he made you cum again, this one stronger than the first. You were practically screaming this time, cumming all over his face as he pulled away reluctantly. Both of you sat back for air; shortly after, Choso came up to kiss your thighs up to your stomach, then landed on your lips, which youβd moved him away from instantly.
You a star; you need space.
Youβd gotten up and walked to the bedroom, pulling out one of his shirts and putting it on. You threw your hair up in a ponytail as you sat at the bar counter, lighting one of the cigarettes heβd left there. He stood up, slightly confused. To be fair, he was pretty sure you two were about to fuck again, but if you just wanted head, he was okay with that too. He was just unsure why youβd gone cold again. Youβd brought the cig to your lips, lipstick staining the filter as you brought it down to the ashtray.
βDo you want some water or something?β
βDonβt fuckin' talk to me like I donβt live here. I can get the water myself.β
His jaw locked as you walked to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water.
βYouβre pissed at me again?β
βI was never not pissed at you, Choso.β
βWas that before or after I just ate you out?
βBoth. During also. I canβt fucking stand you, but your tongue is pretty nice.β
Choso started laughing, wiping his face in disbelief as you walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. He felt pretty fuckinβ lost. Yeah, heβd figured youβd still be mad at him, and of course, sex wasnβt gonna fix things, but he did have a sliver of hope that his tongue inside you could be the peace treaty.
You wanted space? Heβd give you space. Heβd walked over to the pack of cigarettes, lighting one, and slamming the lighter back on the counter. It seemed the only common point you guys had was that pack of cigarettes. He went to the cabinet, grabbed the whiskey, and poured himself a shot, pretty much fed up with the night.
I know you've been cryinβ and poutinβ,Β
βAre you fucking kidding me?β
You were standing in the bedroom doorway, catching him before he could throw the shot back.
βCome the fuck on-β
βThatβs so fuckinβ like you. Go ahead and take it; crash your car again while youβre at it.β
You were really getting under his skin, taking low blow after low blow.
βYou keep fuckinβ talkinβ to me like youβre some sort of saint.β
βOh, really? What does that mean?β
βDonβt act like your memory escapes you from earlier, sweetheart. Staring me dead in my face while you dry fucked some guy? Pretty fucked up, if I do say so myself.β
βWhat I do has nothing to do with you.β
βOh really? Then whyβd you shoot me a fuckinβ kiss after? Youβre fuckinβ with my head, and you know it!β
βYou know what? Fuck you!β
You walked to the living room, grabbing your things.
Know you're tired of arguinβ, no screaminβ and shoutinβ.
Now, Choso knew he probably shouldβve left it at that, but there were too many unresolved emotions not to fuckinβ argue. Youβd moved back to the bedroom now, almost slamming the door in his face, before he caught it and walked in after you.
βThen, earlier, youβre like, βDonβt talk to me like I donβt live here?β Hmm, maybe itβs because you havenβt fucking lived here in weeks!β
βWhyβs that, huh? Because youβre a fucking asshole!β
βI know, and Iβm sorry! Shit, I donβt know what to do!β
He started crying now, whiskey and cigarette long forgotten as he paced the room yelling at you.
βI wake up every fucking morning wishing you were here! Same when I go to sleep, missing you more and more every day, and you? You wonβt even give me anything; the only thing youβve given me in weeks is your pussy and interactions that just leave me confused!β
βYou donβt think I miss you, Choso? My heart fucking yearns for you every single day, but shit, I have to have some sort of resolve. Months and months of taking care of your drunk ass when youβd come home! Why do you deserve anything else, huh?β
βYou wonβt even let me fix my mistakes! Shit, Iβll stop drinking altogether, stop goinβ out, whatever it takes for you to come back! Iβm shit without you, and I know that, and you know that, and Iβm sorry, but please, baby, please just let me fix it!β
Choso was in your arms now, sobbing into your shoulder as he held you, both of you crying now.
βBaby, please, just one chanceβ¦β
βChosoβ¦β
βAnything, baby, just come back home.β
I know you just tryna maintain.
You pulled Chosoβs face away from yours, looking him in his eyes. If you were being honest, he looked a fucking mess, but fuck, you loved him.
You wiped away his tears and kissed him softly. Hesitantly, he kissed you back, deepening it as you brought your arms around his neck. His hands found the arch of your back, pulling you in closer as you kissed him hard.
Youβd gotten back in his arms now, kissing you like that for a moment before gently laying you on the bed. As he got on top of you, you started fondling the button on his pants, taking them off before coming down to kiss you again. His legs sat between yours, hand under the arch of your back as you two made out. It felt so good, having you in his arms again. Nurturing you. Loving you. Pleasing you. Heβd brought his kisses to your neck, sucking your skin until he knew hickeys would blossom.
You moan softly as he moved the kisses down your collarbone, hand massaging your side as you arched into his touch. He pulled your shirt off, and you almost immediately pulled him down to kiss you. Choso had every intention of taking it slow if you ever wanted to fuck him again, but right now? You just fucking needed him, and he just needed you.Β
I know you've been divinβ through pain.
Choso took his briefs off, exposing his dick as he fingered you, prepping you to take him after so long. He used your cum from before to lubricate his shaft, coming down to kiss you.
βPrincess?β
βYeah, baby?β
βCan I fuck you?β
You say yes with a kiss and a nod, relaxing as he kisses you, slipping inside you.Β
βFuck, princessβ¦β
βBabyβ¦β
Fuck, he missed you. Your walls tightened around him as he sunk in, fully inside you now. He began fucking you slowly, making sure it felt good for you.
βMissed you, baby. So muchβ¦β
βChoso, fuck meβ¦ please.β
He picked up the pace a bit, going steady as you began to moan in his ear, whispering how good it felt. He nuzzled his face in your neck, moaning in your ear as his hips began to move faster. You brought your hands up to hold his back, one of them coming up to rest in his hair. Choso could tell you felt good, but when you brought your legs around him and fixed them on his waist, he knew exactly what you wanted. He brought his arms down to either side of your head as he began fucking you faster, losing yourself on his dick. Your nails were scratching his back now, moaning his name loudly as he fucked into you at a pace that had both of you sweating. He just couldnβt stop praising you, so grateful to be fucking you again.
βFuck, I missed this pussy.β
βTakinβ me so good, baby.β
βYouβre so fuckinβ beautiful.β
Your reactions to him talking you through it made his heart skip a beat. He felt like you were made for him, your pussy wrapping him up and sucking him in as he fucked into you in that sweet spot, and as you gripped him tighter, the faster he thrust into it. In a few seconds, heβd begun fucking the shit out of you; any attempts at making love thrown out the window now. You two hated each other for the past few weeks, but despite all that anger, you both were sexually frustrated, holding out until one of you caved in.
I know you goin' so crazy; I know you runnin' on empty.Β
Choso lifted your hips from the bed, sitting back as he fucked into you fast, watching you try to grip the sheets as he fucked you. You were in heaven. A few drinks, two orgasms, and making up with your boyfriend? It definitely had you feeling really good. That and your boyfriend fucking the shit out of you.Β
βBabyβ¦Iβm closeβ¦β
βYeah, princess. Iβm about to cum too.β
Choso focused on pleasing you, but he knew he wasnβt gonna last much longer, not with your tits bouncing from the thrusts he was giving you, that and the fucked out look on your face, cheeks flustered and trying to catch your breath. He brought his thumb up to rub on your clit, the overstimulation on your bud nearly sending you over. You pulled him back down to you, groaning his name as he fucked into you deep and fast, drilling you into the bed.
βCum for me, baby, I got you.β
You felt yourself come undone, body bucking into his as he held you, screaming his name into the air as you held him close.
βThatβs it, baby. Say my name, give it to me.β
You began panting and whimpering into his shoulder, sending him over as he tensed up, cumming inside as he fucked you through both of your highs.
That shit can fuck with your mental; I know this shit, don't you tempt meβ¦
When you both came down, Choso couldnβt bring himself to pull out of you, so blissed out from the feeling of your pussy. It wasnβt until he fell to your side, exhausted and on the verge of passing out. As he came to, he looked over at you, eyes half open, exhaling slowly. Shaking himself together, he got up and went to the kitchen, handing you a glass of water; you slowly drank it, trying to get back to earth. You both laughed at the sloth-like pace it was taking you to drink the water, flipping him off when he went to help you out.
After getting a few sips in, he picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom for a bath, wiping your makeup as you gave each other kisses every now and then. When heβd dried you off, he pulled out your pajamas and put them on you, getting dressed and laying you on the bed. He turned the TV on, getting in the bed with you as you picked out a movie, nuzzling your face into his chest.
βBaby?β
βYeah, princess?β
βI love you.β
βLove you too, so much.βΒ
I know you. I know you. I know you.
β± the song used in this story is i know by big sean and jhene aiko. π€
(this fic was mostly based on prior experiences; made me cry a couple times, but i am so happy i could turn that into this! hope you enjoyed it π€)
πππ ππππππ : choso x fem reader
πππ πππ : you heard choso was an eater, and you wanna find out if itβs true.
πππ ππππ : smut, HORNY, let's be honest, porn with very little plot, oral sex, praise, teasing, fingering.
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πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from tongue twister by cash cash.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably the horniest shit iβve ever written. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
I want your tongue twister; got me beggin' for your head spinner!
Now, when you heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that Choso was an eater, you took it with a grain of salt. You hadnβt seen him talk to anyone since about a year ago, but that was when he broke up with his ex (who youβd assume was the one who started the rumor); she cheated or something like that; you didnβt give a damn because you had a boyfriend at the time. But that was a year ago. And Choso looked fine now. Heβd had a bit of glow-up since then, doing a new hairstyle since he let his hair grow out, some tattoos, and working out a bit. He also became a little more social, still keeping to himself but a little more outgoing at parties and whatnot. Youβd never really had a conversation with him, only ever seeing him on campus, both of you wrapped up in conversations to really notice each other. That was until right now.
I want it, I want it; let's get loud!
βCHOSO, CHOSO, CHOSO!β
Theyβd all been doing a strikeout competition, which pretty much consisted of taking a hit of a blunt, doing a shot, chugging a beer, and then, finally, exhaling. Most guys throw up or canβt even make it past the shot, but Choso had won three times now, which everyone was pretty damn excited about. Youβd think heβd be hammered now, but technically, it had only been three shots, so no biggie, but they were tequila shots. He was a little tipsy, laughing as Yuuji raised his hand in celebration, the other guys getting hyped and banging on their chests, walking up to give him dap. Once the main event pretty much ended, you went to walk away until:
βWait, wait, wait, you guys gotta see him do this thing!β
βNah, Yuuji, I donβt think I can right now.β
βNonsense, we got you; somebody get the damn cherries out the fridge.β
Now what the fuck were they gonna do with that? They brought them up to Choso, sitting them on the counter as everyone watched him pull one out the case.
βFuck it.β
Choso put it in his mouth; what, he was gonna take a shot with a cherry in his mouth? Thatβs pretty basic compared to what he was just doing. Except he hadnβt taken a shot after. And did he eat the whole damn thing? What about the-
βHOLY SHIT HE DID IT!β
Choso stuck out his tongue, the stem of the cherry tied into a heart. Everyone went batshit, completely impressed by the trick. His friends, yet again, hyped him up. He looked around at everyone smiling, that was, until he made eye contact with you. And what did you look like? Flustered as fuck. When he pulled it onto his tongue, you felt something in the pit of your stomach, which shot straight on down. It was pretty fuckinβ hot. But why were you so excited? Because it proved, he really was an eater.
βCause I can't fight the feeling of your tongue twister, I want it!
Youβd walked away after that; heβd gotten a rise out of you for sure, and you had to go cool down. Youβd found Nobara and Mai by the pool, drinking some punch and smiling at you as you walked up to them.
βTold you!β
βYeah, well, I didnβt think he was gonna do that!β
βItβs a party trick, ya know. Yuuji on his shoulder, it was bound to happen.β
βYou say that like youβve seen it before!β
ββCause we have. Heβs just not my type.β
Nobara shook her head in agreement, leaving you surprised.Β
βNow, go get some punch and loosen up; weβre about to play beer pong soon.β
So fine girl, I must be dreamin'...
βFine.β
With that, you walked back to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of punch, and headed back to-
βHey.β
You almost jumped out of your damn skin. You knew it was him, youβd recognize his voice from earlier, but when you turned around, you hadnβt expected to see him like this. His eyes were half-lidded, bloodshot from being high probably, and flushed a bit from the alcohol. He leaned against the counter, eyes looking up at you.
βUm, hey.β
Now, Choso wasnβt a homewrecker. He thought you were pretty damn cute, but he knew you had a boyfriend, so he backed off. That was until tonight when he caught eyes with you and asked Yuuji about you, who told him youβd broken up with your ex a year ago, but Yuuji wasnβt always a reliable source. So, Choso was feeling a little hot, in a horny way; you possibly being single put a fire under his ass. So now, he was talking to you.
βSaw you earlier; why didnβt you play?β
βOh, not really my type of game?β
βNo? Whyβs that?β
βIβm not a big tequila drinker. Um, my friends are waiting, so I should probably get going.β
You felt so hot; you had to go back to Mai and Nobara. There was no way you could keep doing this, especially when he looked like that, like some sort of animal that wanted to eat you alive. But then again, after tonight, that wasnβt so bad. You shot him a little wave and walked off; now you just had to find out where-
βWait a second.β
Heβd grabbed your arm now, not enough to hurt you, but enough to shift your attention back to him with a look that said you werenβt going anywhere. So, you didnβt.
βUm, whatβs up?β
βYou know, I gotta tell you somethinβ.β
βYeah, whatβs that?β
βI think youβre real pretty. Usually, yeah, but tonight, your curves look pretty damn good in that dress.β
You wanted to respond; truly, you did, but you completely froze when he looked you dead in your eyes. You were about to die; your panties were probably fucking soaked from all this interaction with him. You were fuckinβ melting when he brought his hand behind your waist, bringing you closer to him. Choso brought his lips up to your ear, licking the skin there. He didnβt really give a fuck if you had a boyfriend at this point.
Iβm comin' in, and you got me talkin'β¦
βCan I eat your pussy?βΒ
βCan you do wha-β
βYou heard me, princess.βΒ
βUm, I uh-βΒ
βMeet me, upstairs bathroom, five minutes.β
With that, he let you go, walking off somewhere in the party. You were nearly panting. The fuck did he just ask you? You found Mai and Nobara at the ping pong tables, unable to speak.
βOh, there you are. You okay?β
βYeah, I just- um, I gotta go, uh, use the bathroom! But, I have to, um, just donβt check on me, Iβll be fine.β
βUh, okay, girl. Call us if you need us.β
βYeah, no problem!β
You walked away from them, still in shock from what was about to happen. Heβd said 5 minutes, right? You could use the other 3 to get in there and cool off; try to act normal about this. You scurried up the stairs, controlling your breathing as you opened the bathroom door.
Β It's about time; let my lips start walkin'!
βHere early, huh?β
Choso pulled you into the bathroom, making sure no one was looking and locking it behind him. He turned to look at you, walking up and kissing you softly. You felt like someone was putting you on ice, calming down a bit, but mostly because you didnβt want him to feel you shaking in anticipation. He was so laid back, pulling away to look at you.
βWhy ya so nervous?β
βIs that even a question? You told me a couple minutes ago you wanted to eat me out, and now, weβre here for you to do that.β
He chuckled and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you to sit on the counter. He massaged your hips as he looked into your eyes, kissing you again, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck to deepen it. You couldn't help but bring your hands up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand found its way to the arch in your back. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you swore you heard him groan a little into the kiss. He pulled away from you, half-lidded eyes looking at you up and down.
βGot a question for ya.β
βWhatβs that?β
βYou got a boyfriend?β
βNo, but itβs a little too late for that, huh?β
βNah, Iβd have you in here either way.β
Now you wanna make my head dropβ¦
You blushed at his confidence as he brought his lips back to you, this time on your collarbones, sucking lightly as his hand rested on your thigh. When he got to the top of your dress, he came up and gave you a quick kiss, letting your straps down and hooking his fingers in the front of it to pull it down; your tits falling out. He brought his hand up to massage them, his mouth next to your ear again.
βNice tits, princess.β
You felt your body perk up at his comment, making him chuckle as he brought his mouth down, taking a nipple in his mouth. That tongue of his was just getting started, sucking in and kissing your nipples as you moaned into his touch.Β Heβd been smiling at your positive reaction, bringing a hand down your body, feeling your pussy through your thong. He came up to your mouth and kissed you, smiling as his hand kept massaging your panty-clad pussy.
βThis wet for me? Iβm honored.β
God, you wished heβd shut the fuck up. Not because you didnβt like what he was saying, but because it was a little too physically effective. Choso was a little excited now, high on, well, high in general, but also on how worked up youβd gotten for him. Hooking his fingers in your thong, he pulled it down your legs, kissing the skin that led to the way back up. He had your body like putty in his hands, grabbing your ass and bringing you closer to the edge of the counter so he could get a good look at you. With two fingers, he spread your lips, precum soaking his fingers as he smiled at your reaction to him finally touching you.
Getcha in ya sweet spotβ¦
βSo fuckinβ prettyβ¦β
Choso brought your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs as you squirmed, dying for him to touch you how you wanted. He chuckled at your reaction, then got to work. He brought his lips down to your pussy, letting his tongue split your folds like he was knocking on the damn door. That is until he opened the door for himself, sticking his tongue inside of you, dipping deep to make sure he could really taste you. Youβd been moaning out, trying to keep as quiet as possible to ensure you didnβt alert anyone that the bathroom was extremely occupied.
Meanwhile, he was shamelessly groaning, exploring you like a hidden treasure. It was really when he moved his tongue to your clit that you were groaning his name, fingers in his hair as he lapped you up. He started slow, but then anticipation got the best of him, licking you up like his life depended on it. He felt too fuckinβ good, your pussy basically screaming at the satisfaction.Β
Heβd opened your legs with his hands at this point; you were so stimulated you couldnβt keep them closed. Then, there was that fuckinβ eye contact. He shot darts at you, watching your every move, closing your eyes, throwing your head back; he wanted to see it all. Youβd arch your back every time he licked your clit up and down and pulled your body forward every time he circled it. Like a fuckinβ movie, and he was the director. You knew you couldnβt take it much longer; that fire inside of you was burning up, getting hotter by the second. At this point, you were grinding your pussy against his face, feeling him smile as you begged him to make you cum.
βIβm closeβ¦β
Choso kept going, this time a little slower, teasing you to hold out a little longer. He wasnβt quite done having fun. Heβd decided he wanted to feel your pussy on his fingers before you came, pumping them in and out of you real slow but curling them up to hit that spot inside of you. With a final look at you, he picked up the pace with his tongue again, bringing his fingers out so his hands could keep your legs still. You were goinβ crazy, gripping the sink, his hair, anything, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come. And then, you came. You threw your head back as your body tensed up, hand steady in his hair. He brought his hand up to cover your mouth before you could get loud, feeling you screaming his name into his hand.Β
Choso stood up now, wiping his face off and kissing you on your neck. He held you as you came down, head falling on his shoulder from how hard you came. He found your dress on the floor, putting it on you as you came to. You were spent. You had to hold your arms over his shoulders as he slid it up your body, kissing you when he brought it all the way up, and lastly, bringing his mouth to your ear.
βSuch a good girl for me.β
Gonna make your body go crazy!
I want it; I want it one more timeβ¦
When you woke up the next day, it felt like almost nothing had happened until you saw the hickeys on your neck and legs. And you in Chosoβs T-shirt. And his sheets. You immediately called Mai and Nobara to see what the hell happ-
βOh, youβre up!β
Choso walked into the room, freshly showered, briefs hanging low on his waist that were quite thin, despite the very, um, thing they were meant to cover up.
βWhat happened last night? I know we-wait, did we?!β
βNo, not all. After I ate you out, you damn near passed out, so I brought you back here to my place and gotcha all cleaned up, ya know, shower and took your makeup off. Then I put a shirt on you and laid you in my bed, so I took the couch. Didnβt want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.β
βOh, um, thank you?β
βNo problem, princess.β
He walked over to his dresser to get some clothes out, hanging his towel over the back of his chair. You know you probably shouldnβt, but you had to know; the thought was itching you.
βCan I ask you something?β
βYeah, whatβs up?β
βI just wanted to talk to you about your, um, reputation.β
βOh, you talkinβ bout the rumors and stuff?β
βYeah, those.β
Choso came over and sat with you on the bed, rubbing your thigh as he spoke.
βYeah, Iβve heard βem. What people donβt know is that it originally came from Yuuji. The first time I did that cherry thing, he joked and said I looked like an eater, you know, like someone who, anyways, then it pretty much caught on. A lot of girls walk up to me these days, asking about its truthfulness and if they can test it out, but Iβm not a very promiscuous guy. My last girl was last year, and that ended pretty toxic.β
I can't find the words to sing it: tongue twister! I want it, I want it!
βSo, uh, why did you eat me out?β
βWell, I told you last night. I think youβre cute. Iβve seen you around for a while, but you're always in conversations with someone, Iβm not one to interrupt. When I got a little fucked up last night, my dick pretty much told me to make a move, so here we are. I totally get if youβre not like looking for anything more than-β
βItβs not like that at all, um. Itβs just surprising to hear you say all that.β
βSo, what youβre saying is you do want that?β
βUm, I uh, yeahβ¦β
He brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. When he pulled back from you, he gave you a smile as he blushed, but that ended pretty quickly when he brought his mouth to your ear.
βSo, wanna go again?β
I wanna get you in a tongue twister, tied up in a tongue twister!
β± the song used in this story is tongue twister by cash cash. π€
(this work is very different than my others! I encourage you to read speed. or fruit.)
πππ ππππππ : racer choso x fem reader
πππ πππ: choso went off to the races, and you just couldnβt wait for him to come home!
πππ ππππ: racer au! smut, real fluffy, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, teasing, fingering.
πππ πππππππ : 4.5K
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from speed by kali uchis.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! this is probably the cutest shit iβve ever written ughhh. anyways, i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
You don't really know what you got yourself into.
βWhatcha need done, doll?β
βSome coolant? I thinkβ¦β
Choso gave you a smirk as he walked around your car, throwing his rag over his shoulder. He encouraged you to come over and look under your hood, one hand on your back as he leaned you over the car. He brought his other arm to you, almost wrapping around you but being respectful. And fuck, you didnβt want him to be. He took a stick out of a basin, holding it up so you could see.
βLooks like you need some oil, too.β
You definitely needed that damn coolant; his proximity to you was making you hot. If heβd been able to see your face, heβd see just how flustered you were without him even touching you.
βYa think so?β
βYeah, see, the liquid is supposed to be up to here; yours is down here.β
βWhat about the battery?β
βLemme check.β
He walked around to it, pulling away from you as you gasped slightly.Β
βYeah, we got a problem.β
βWhat kind of problem?β
You leaned back against the door beside him, looking at him directly. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, licking his lips on the way up.
βYouβll need a new one.β
βOh no! Can you fix that for me, too?β
βOf course, sweetheart.β
Boy, you think you know, but it just ain't that simple.
All these pet names were working you up, and you were sure he noticed. As he fixed your car, you sat on the bench in his garage, drinking one of the vintage cokes he left in the fridge. Youβd seen him pour liquids into your car, something blue, which was the coolant, probably? You couldnβt really focus because he was shirtless now. It was a particularly hot day, one you didnβt think was hot enough to be shirtless, but then again, you werenβt the one working on a car. You could see how his abs flexed as he brought the wrench up to take the battery, glimmering in sweat as he wiped his face with a rag. Fuck, he was hot. You thanked Yuuji over and over for introducing you to him, which he probably didnβt even realize how hot he was, just a simple, βMy brother upstate works on cars.β
βSo, whenβd you start workin' on 'em?β
βA few years ago, when I started building.β
βWhereβs that at?β
βIβll show you if youβre real patient.β
βReally?β
βYeah, doll.β
With that, you shut up, not speaking to him again until he closed your hood, signifying he was done. He walked over to the sink he had in the garage, cleaning his hands and the oil off his arms. When he was done, he walked over to you, smiling as he saw your eyes widen at his approach.
βAll done, princess.β
βThank you so much; I donβt know what I wouldβve done without you!β
You reached to pull out your wallet before he brought your hand down.
βNo need.β
βYou sure? I wanna pay you for your time!β
βThen let me take you out.β
βThatβs all you want?β
He gave you a quick nod, walking across to sit the rag down on his workbench.
βYeah? And what if I donβt want to?β
He brought his face down to yours, lips hovering close as he brought his hands on either side of your hips as you sat on the table.Β
βThen tell me no.β
You shuddered as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly, then pulling back to grab the keys to your car.
βFriday, 6 PM. Donβt worry βbout drivinβ all the way out here again; Iβll come get ya.β
I don't got the time; you should read between the lines.
That was about 8 months ago. Ever since, Choso had come up to see you every weekend, which turned into every few days, coming with flowers and gifts as he brought you into a big hug. Except for this past week, when he drove out of town for a car meet that was forever away. Something about finals or brackets, pretty much an important race. Which heβd won.
You got all dolled up, pretty heels and dress, wearing that perfume he got you and couldnβt get enough of and that necklace with his name on it. Because everyone had to know you were his. He was set to come at 7, flying back upstate by 6, and then the 45-minute drive. You nearly melted when he texted you, already on the road.
βCanβt wait to see you, princess.β
'Cause you're skimming through the pages, it's really looking dangerous.
You jumped around the room in anticipation, causing Mai to come and check on you, but at that point, you had already laid on your bed, giggling as you held your phone. Youβd look at his Instagram when he was gone, stories of his car and posing with the trophy and the prize money. And what did he do with that prize money whenever he won? Ask the bubblegum pink 350z sitting in your driveway. Youβd seen it at one of the meets a while back, so he bought one and worked on it for a couple of months, wrapped it in your favorite color, and surprised you with it on your birthday, in which you showed your satisfaction very nicely. When he first taught you how to drive it, youβd almost hit a tree, but after a couple of weeks, you were pretty good. So good, in fact, he encouraged you to enter the girlβs races after the main races went down. You were scared as fuck and pretty sure youβd piss yourself, but he believed in you, and thatβs all you needed.Β
You hadnβt even checked your phone for the text he sent that he was pulling up; youβd heard the single exhaust humming down the street, a little backfire that you were sure scared the neighbors into thinking someone was shooting outside. You nearly ran out of your heels, grabbing your purse and waving bye to Mai. When Choso parked, he leaned against his car, preparing for what was coming next.
βBaby!!!β
You nearly tripped coming off your porch, and as he went to catch you, you jumped into his arms, causing him to chuckle.
βMiss me, princess?β
βSo much, promise.β
βFuck, I missed you too, baby.β
When I'm driving in your car, make me feel like I could do anything.
With that, he kissed you, still carrying you and walking to the car, opening the passenger door, but you werenβt ready to let go. You brought his neck to you, him pinning you against the car. You kissed him deeply, a kiss that said you never wanted him to leave again, and he kissed you right back, one that said heβd never want to leave again. But with all that distance, Choso was pretty damn horny.
He raised his hands to fondle your ass, groping the skin as you giggled into his mouth. Feeling a little more frisky, he brought his hands under your dress, tangling his fingers in your thong. Heβd moved his lips down, you still giggling as he smiled into your neck. Swiftly, he pulled your thong down, bringing it off your legs as he sat you back down. He kissed you one last time, smacking your ass as you sat in the seat, closing the door, and stuffing your panties in his pocket. He sat in the driverβs seat, bringing your hand up to kiss it, making you blush.
βReady, princess?β
But I do not have the drive; I'm in desperate need of your speed.
Baby, I can feel it coming; tell me, is it coming true?
As you two drive down the freeway, heβd do what he did best. Racing against some bastard, theyβd always pull up next to him, signaling that they wanted to race, and who was he to say no? Especially when he knew heβd win, using the freeway as a warm-up for the festivities later. There were plenty of times that the cops would catch wind, which was obviously a bad idea because there was no way they were catching up to him and the other driver, and when heβd pull off to calm down for a bit and get the cops off his ass, heβd be so high on adrenaline that heβd fuck you in the backseat. Which you were currently itching for.
βBaby?β
βMmhm?β
βNeed youβ¦β
βHate to make you wait, but I promise Iβll take real good care of you later.β
You had your arms around his arm, never too tight, allowing him the space to shift gears. You pull away with a pout, slinking in the seat as you get on your phone.
βDonβt be a brat.β
βYeah, whatβre you gonna do about it?β
He knew you were waiting for him to give in, but he wasnβt fallinβ for it.
βWell, I was thinking about helpinβ ya out, but ya keep actinβ like that, and Iβll make ya wait till after the races. All of them.β
With that, you fixed your face and returned to being bubbly again. You brought your hands up to the top of your dress, pulling the top down to expose your cleavage, giving him those fuck me eyes. God, it was hard to say no to you. Whenever he did, youβd do something like that. And what was the result? Him rubbing your clit for a bit, not letting you cum, though, because only good girls get to do that.Β
Maybe it was going perfectly the way you planned it to.
As you two pulled up to the meet, he parked towards the back, always scared that somebody would hit his car, which he was totally trippinβ about. Except that one guy that guy did hit his car, and he beat the shit out of him in front of everyone there, you bandaging his knuckles up later. You knew he got a lilβ angry sometimes, but never at you, so you didnβt really care if he intimidated half the guys he met. Especially the ones that tried to flirt with you. He wasnβt completely evil; heβd ask the guy to walk away first, but when they insisted on still talking to you, heβd punch their jaw, sometimes knocking their teeth out. Oh well.
He helped you out of the car, pulling down your dress as you got out to not flash anyone, reaching your hand to his pocket to take your panties back, but then heβd turn and give you that look, which you smirked at and retreated.
Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?
βChoso, my man!β
βYuuji, you made it!β
βHow could I miss it? You came all the way up here to race, so had to see yaβ¦β
He turned to look at you with a smirk, looking back at Choso.
βIβm sure you had other reasons, of course.β
You laughed at his comment while Choso flipped him off. The three of you walked up to the crowd of guys by the front who were arguing. A good look, and it was obvious they were arguing over a race from the other day. Two of the guys youβd recognized from a couple of weeks back were going back and forth, one telling the other that he owed him money out of the pot and the other guy insisting that he didnβt have to pay because he won the race.
βWill you guys just shut the fuck up?β
Everyone turned to look at Choso in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was practically begging to get added to the argument. You retracted your arm a bit, preparing for the damage that was about to happen.
βChoso, you motherfucker!β
βWhereβve you been? Iβve had to race cheap ass bastards like this.β
βHey, you know what? Go fuck yourself.β
They were actually excited to see him? You hadnβt gone to a meet in a while, so you were wondering why everyone was so happy to see him all of a sudden. As they patted his back and dapped him up, you refrained, pulling Yuuji to the side.
βWhat is going on?β
βHe won out there; he was representing for the state. Didnβt he tell you he was going to finals?β
Fuck, he did. You hadnβt really paid attention to him when he said he was leaving; your sadness got in the way of that. Your boyfriend had a major accomplishment; you hadn't even congratulated him. Youβd make it up to him lat-
βYou okay, princess?β
βYeah, just a little chilly, thatβs all.β
βIβll go get my jacket.β
βNo, babe, Iβm fine, promise!β
He could tell you werenβt fine. He wasnβt gonna pry, though, instead talking to the other guys about the rules of the race for tonight. You wish you knew a little more about what they were talking about, something about crosses and jumps? What was that? You pondered until Choso grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the car and leaning against the door.
βTell me whatβs wrong.β
βI just, I kinda just forgot something really important to you.β
βWhat?β
βThe finals thing.β
βBabe, thatβs what youβre worried about? I could care less about the race; Iβm just happy to see my girl again.β
βYeah?β
βYeah, now come back over; hate to leave and fuck you this early.β
You felt better, but he was fucking with you. He walked over to the driverβs side, yelling at the group.
βStop chattinβ and come ready up!β
Something in the air; I really just don't wanna take it slow.
Choso had a few cars, but since heβd won out west, his TTRS was like his good luck charm. It was a pretty burnt orange, with red leather seats on the inside and one of the fiber optic ceilings that made the top of the car look like stars at night. Most of the time, he didnβt let you drive in it, implying it might be a little too dangerous, but since he won, heβd wanted you to drive in it all the time from now on. His girl and his car, he felt like a winner for sure.
The first race was guys whoβd been racing when he was gone, a couple Supras and Civicβs, then more of the expensive cars, like Trackhawks and McLarenβs. It was a little hard to pay attention with choso groping your ass the whole time. You two stood behind his car, towards the back, as he waited for his turn. Damn, he was a tease, especially when he groped right at the inner part of you, centimeters away from touching your lips. Then, heβd talk to you the whole time.
βThat one has a body kit, and that one has a stock engine.β
And when youβd moan and squirm more than he wanted you to, heβd slap your ass and stop.
βYouβre paying attention, right?β
βYesβ¦β
βGood girl.β
He knew what he was doing to you, but he didnβt really care. The idea of you being hot and ready as you waited for him to win was riling him up, but he couldnβt let himself get too hard; he still had shit to do. After the third race, it was Chosoβs turn, and he was going against a M340, which he said was a pretty fair matchup. He hopped in the driverβs seat, pulling the car around and getting prepared. As they heated the lanes to grip the tires, he shot you a smile, and you gave him two thumbs up. You thought flagging looked so fun, but Choso was too nervous that would be the day a motherfucker crosses too much and hits you. Nonetheless, they started revving their engines.
After they took off, youβd started recording; he always appreciated when you took little clips for him to post later. As they began pulling back, you started looking over the footage. You were shivering a little bit, and right about now, you were wishing youβd taken the offer on that jacket.
βYou cold?β
You turned to look at the guy who had started talking to you. He was a cocky bastard, for sure. Heβd worn a jacket with his teamβs logo; you hadnβt seen it before, probably someone new who came when Choso was gone. Yuuji hadnβt raced that week, so you couldnβt ask him either. A guy behind him was pulling on his sleeve, trying to get him to stop.
βIβm fine, thanks.β
βNo problem, baby girl. You enjoying the race?β
God, you wish this guy would fuck off.
βYeah, Iβm waiting for my boyfriend.β
βOh really? He left a pretty girl like you all by yourself? Sounds like a pretty fucked up boyfriend.β
βHey, you should really-β
βWho the fuck are you?β
If we waste the time, I think it might just make me miserable.
You hadnβt even realized Choso had finished his race; you were too busy trying to get this guy to go away. Heβd wrapped his arm around you, shooting a death stare at the guy.
βOh, you're the bastard in the TTRS! Shame you left this little lady alone; anything couldβve happened to her.β
βYou got a fuckinβ problem? Keep talkinβ about her like that, and Iβll have your ass. What you canβt fuckinβ read?β
He held up your necklace, the one with his name on it; despite the fight that was probably gonna happen, it made you blush that he was claiming you like that.
βChoso, huh? You think youβre hot shit cause you won out there? Someone had to hold shit down around here while you were gone.β
Choso grabbed the guy by the shirt, about to fight him, when Yuuji intervened. He held up the sheet with the matchups; looked like this fucker was up against him next. Choso reluctantly let the guy go, smirking as he rubbed down his face.Β
βWhatcha drivin'?β
βHellcat, modded, bitch.β
βSo nut up or shut up, motherfucker.β
The guy left to bring his car around, leaving you and Choso to walk around to his car, already in position from the last race. You nuzzled your face in your chest as he kissed your forehead. Before he let you go, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat, putting it on you. He was still a little horny, though. He brought his lips to yours, leaning you against the car, kissing you deeply as he brought one of his hands under the jacket, groping your tit. The other one? Flipping that bastard off as he got in his car.
βGonna take care of his ass, stay with Yuuji til I get back, βkay? Hold on, I got a better idea.β
You gave him a quick nod as he pulled you over to a couple of guys towards the middle, interrupting their conversation and dapping them up.
βWhatβs up, bro?β
βI want her to flag.β
βYou got it.β
You nearly jumped for joy. He was gonna let you flag? To be fair, it was probably so he could prove a point to that asshole, but you didnβt really care because you were too excited at the opportunity. One of the guys showed you how to do it, bringing a hand up, then down real fast. You had to wait for both of them to rev their engines, then give the signal about ten seconds later; the reaction time to the signal usually determined the race, so you had to be really careful.Β
So, you were. Yuuji and some other guys held the back of Chosoβs car; good luck for take off. You stepped in the middle and did just what heβd said, him giving you a thumbs up from the sidelines. The cars sped past you fast, wasting no time. You ran back to Yuuji, who was super proud, of course. Now, you guys just had to wait.
Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?
βHowβs it feel, you shit-talkin' motherfucker?β
βAye, go fuck yourself!β
Yuuji started yelling at him the second he got out the car, grabbing his share of the bets. Choso got out and walked over to you, picking you up and kissing you hard.
βYou did so good, baby!β
βMe? That flagging was great, princess.β
Choso flipped the guy off, walking you to the car and letting you in. He walked over to Yuuji, who handed him the stack of cash heβd won and dapped him up, shooting you a little wave. You waved back as Choso put the money in a bag in the backseat. With a hand on your thigh, he drove off.
βChosoβ¦β
βYeah, I know, baby. Weβll be home in about thirty minutes.β
βI donβt think I can wait that long.β
βWell, youβll have to, princess.β
You shot him lust-filled eyes, reaching your hand over to massage his dick through his pants. He sighed and pulled off on the next exit.
You better hit your brakes βfore you crash, boy, crash.
Heβd pulled into a park towards the back of the parking lot. Once he parked, you were already on him, climbing into the driver's seat to straddle him as he adjusted it. You wasted no time bringing his face to yours and kissing him roughly, which caused him to pull you back by your neck, licking the skin there as you rubbed your bare pussy against his jeans. You didnβt really care if youβd stained them, just looking for any sort of relief from the teasing heβd given you all night.
βSlow down, princess. Wanna take things slow.β
βBut baby, itβs been so long! Need you now!β
You brought his fingers down to your pussy, rubbing them against your clit. You started moaning into his neck as he removed his hands, leaving you whimpering for his touch.
βYou donβt fuckinβ listen.β
He pulled your hips forward so he was face to face with your tits, pulling your top down and immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You threw your head back and groaned, convinced youβd probably cum soon from being touch deprived for so long. Simultaneously, he brought his hands up to pull the fabric of your dress up, ass fully exposed as he slapped it and massaged it. He made you feel so good, but you knew you wanted more. You were gonna say anything to get him to hurry up.
βBabyβ¦β
βYeah?β
βNeed to feel you cum inside.β
That brought something out of him. Heβd sat you up a bit so he could undo his jeans, pulling his pants and briefs down so his dick was exposed. You moved it under yourself, trying to position yourself over it, and once you were? Well, Choso slammed you down on it. He didnβt want to be too rough with you; he originally planned to make love to you when you guys got back, make you cum a few times before he fucked you. But you were so damn horny, it made that idea impossible. He began bouncing you up and down on his dick, slapping your ass as he focused on how your tits were moving from the gravity of his thrusts. You were so blissed out that you couldnβt even think straight. He was fucking the shit out of you, and you were enjoying every second of it. It had been so long (literally a week) since heβd stretched you out, and you couldnβt help but moan his name over and over.
You better hit your brakes βfore you crash, boy, crash.
βThatβs it, baby, say my name.β
βChosoβ¦β
βHow bad did you miss me?β
βSo badddβ¦.β
βYeah, thatβs why youβre actinβ like this?
βYessss.β
He was fuckinβ your brains out, barely able to make coherent sentences. And he fuckinβ loved it. Watching you melt over his dick as fucked into you on that one spot that had you grippinβ his shoulders and stuttering while you moaned. Fuck, you made him so happy. Before you came up to see him all those months ago, Yuuji had shown him a picture of you, explaining that you were his friend and would need your car worked on. He told Yuuji right then and there he was gonna make you his girl, which Yuuji just jabbed his shoulder and wished him good luck. Now, here you were.
βGonna cum for me baby?β
βYes, Choso, fuck right there!β
βRight here?β
βDonβt stop, baby!β
He watched as you came undone over top of him, putting your face on his shoulder and screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He wasnβt gonna lie; the feeling of your pussy cumming on him drove him crazy. So crazy; in fact, he filled you up, just like you asked him to. You felt so good, finally getting fucked after so long. He still held your hips, sinking you back and forth until he got overstimulated. He slipped you off and sat you back down, kissing you softly before sitting you back in the passenger seat. He put his pants back on and started the car, fixing your dress and putting his hand back on your thigh.
βYou good princess?β
βUh-huh.β
When I'm driving in your car make me feel like I could do anything.
You thought you were off the hook, really. When you guys came home, he washed you up, put one of his shirts on you, and put you to bed with him, drifting sleep. That was until you pulled your leg over his, tits pressing against his chest. And fuck, you looked so sexy in his shirt, no panties on, slightly moving your hips against his side. He slid down and brought your legs over his shoulders, making you giggle as he looked up at you. He started by licking his tongue through your lips, licking up your precum as his hands massaged your thighs. You started squirming when he moved your lips out of the way to get direct access to your clit. He felt so good, a little too good, in fact.
βBaby, not so fast; Iβm gonna cum real soon!β
βOh, βnot so fastβ now? Where was that in the car?β
He picked up his pace, causing your body to jerk as you prepared to cum again. He chuckled into you as you called out his name, gripping his hair as he brought you to your climax. It was so intense you damn near ripped his hair out. But he didnβt care about that. He kissed the outside of your lips gently, trailing them all the way up your body until his lips met yours. He brought you back into his embrace as you fell asleep, for real, this time.
But I do not have the drive;Β
The next morning, youβd wake up super early, surprising after the evening before, but you were just so excited to show him the clips you got. Then you showed him pics you took while he was gone and the video Mai took of you as you attempted to change the fuse for your headlight, which you didnβt so heβd fix it later. Nonetheless, you were his girl, and despite all of this car shit, you were all he really needed.
I'm in desperate need of your speed.
β± the song used in this story is speed by kali uchis. π€
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from pretty by the weeknd.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
You will never feel this pretty, and you will never feel this beautiful, when I make it there.
Youβve been looking back and forth between your phone screen and the terminal for the past ten minutes, awaiting his arrival. Anticipation overtakes you, happy to see him after all these months. Another project, he says, but all you hear is another period of loneliness. Fortunately, Gojo told him heβd take good care of you. Well, he surely did. Much, much more than he was supposed to. How long has it been now? 2 months? All you know is that this little fling didnβt start immediately after Toji left for France, despite Gojo giving obvious signs of romantic and sexual attraction. You fought the urges as long as you could, until one night when you missed Toji a little too much, at least that part of him that could satisfy your sexual greed. And who was there? Who didnβt leave you for months at a time, with nothing to hold but the pillow that held his scent? Unfortunately for Toji, that scent was fading, and that lust was growing. You remember that first night, it had been raining particularly hard, due to a hurricane passing through.
βI donβt think you should drive in this weather, itβs raining cats and dogs out there.β
βYeah, youβre right. I guess Iβll take your couch for the evening then.β
Expectations can kill a simple man, a simple woman.
It wouldnβt hurt right? Itβs not like you two were sleeping in the same bed together. Until you couldnβt sleep in the middle of the night, and Gojo was just so conveniently awake. Skin on skin, sweat on sheets, you two couldnβt get enough of each other. Endless nights of defiling the bed you and Toji once shared. You really felt bad when youβd get a text from Toji first thing in the morning, telling you he misses you, he hates the time difference, and how bad heβs trying to finish up work to get back home to you. Youβd go to the balcony and call him, Gojo still sound asleep in your bed. Toji would tell you all about the sights heβs been able to see and the foods heβs been able to indulge in, and it hurts particularly bad when heβd send you pictures. Like the one he took in front of the Eiffel Tower, or the one in front of the Louvre, or the ones he sends you when he stays up till 4 AM to have phone sex with you. And he lives for those calls, waiting patiently and forcing himself to stay awake, while you were, well, what were you doing? Arguing with Gojo, of course. You knew you shouldβve ended things the second he told you he wanted you to break up with Toji.
I try to master the art of that far away love.
βHow can you say you love him if I'm railing you every other night, huh? That doesnβt sound like love at all, but you donβt give a fuck, do you? As long as you get your rocks off, you donβt care who you hurt.β
βOh, youβve got some nerve, fucking your best friendβs girlfriend. Donβt think youβre a goddamn saint, Satoru. You act like I told you to catch feelings for me. I mean, what did you think was gonna happen? Iβd leave Toji, and me and you would run off and get married and have a little house on the hill with a white picket fence and a nuclear family? Give me a fucking break. I told you from the beginning this was just sex.β
But that argument was days ago, and you hadnβt talked to him since. The distance between the two of you really opened your eyes to what you had done, and things became so real when you got that call from Toji telling you he was finally coming home.
I've been living on the road and you've been living all alone, at home.
Toji: Hey babe, know youβre probably workin, but I got good news. The projectβs wrappin up and I get to come home. Be in tomorrow night, Gate C, 11 PM.
Attached was a photo of his boarding pass, which caused your emotions to crumble you down and swallow you whole. Running around for the past few months with another man, and now here Toji was, plane landed, and you were waiting for him at the gate. Like a good girl.
As long as you know that when I land youβre mine.
You peer out the car window and finally see him walking out, you couldβve sworn it was a mirage. He wore that sweater he knows you love so much, muscles stretching the fabric, with a pair of black jeans to match. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he began to rush towards you. You give him a wide smile, opening your arms as he brings you into a full embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest and neck. You took in his scent, tobacco and a musky cologne, the scent was intoxicating. He loosens his grip on you so he could get a good look at your face and of course, youβre crying. What type of girlfriend would you be if seeing him after all these months didnβt bring you to tears? Gently, he wipes them away, kissing you softly with a hand on the back of your neck, pulling away to meet his lustful eyes. With a quick sweep, he picks up his bags, walking to your driverβs door to open it for you, then to the trunk to put them in. As you get into the car, you notice youβve gotten a text from Gojo, which you donβt even bother to read, just switching your phone to silent and swiping away the notification. Toji opens the passenger door, startling you out of your mission to pretend Gojo doesnβt exist. You give him a weak smile and turn the car on, putting your phone in the cup holder. He comes over the seat to give you a kiss, buckling his seatbelt and putting his hand on your thigh. All of a sudden, youβre touch deprived and that damn hand is the stimulus you needed, the itch Gojo you can't scratch. You drive the car and attempt to act as normal as possible, head flowing into overload with all these emotions. Lust, regret, love, guilt, the list goes on as Toji gives you a concerned look.
βWhatβs up baby? Look like youβre thinkinβ βbout somethinβ.β
Then, it all hits you. Toji didnβt deserve this. Here he is, being the good boyfriend he always was, while you drown your sorrows in another man. To say the most while saying the least, you were a goddamn whore. You knew it, but that wasnβt gonna stop you from pretending that things never happened.
βYeah, baby. Iβm alright, just happy to see you is all.β
βYeah? You missed me-β
'Cause I see fear in your eyes. You've been living out your life.
The two of you are interrupted by your cell phone screen illuminating the cup holder. Toji reaches down to grab it and your fucking life flashes before your eyes. Was this it? The moment youβd been putting off? The inevitable? You give a small sigh as Toji reads the notification, and you feel your heart sink when his smile fades a bit.
βGojo wants to know if youβre still mad at him? You guys get into an argument about something?β
βUm, yeah. Nothing too crazy, just over who was gonna pick you up from the airport.β
βWhy would you guys be going back and forth about that?β
βWell, he didnβt think I should be out this late, but I insisted because I wanted to see you as soon as possible.β
βOh okay. Looks like you got your way huh?β
Girl, I hope he made you satisfied.
βYeah, I guess so.β
Then, you give him one of those saccharine smiles, acting like nothing was wrong. The car ride went normally after that, the radio playing softly in the background as Toji went on about the project he was working on. But you, you were spaced the fuck out. Mind blank as you revel in the comedown of the fear youβve been accumulating for so long. You were snapped out of your haze when you felt Tojiβs hand begin to move upwards, his lustful eyes on you like a wolf that needs to satisfy its hunger. Your breath hiccups as his hand travels beneath your jeans, starting to rub your mound through your panties. He does it painfully slow, obviously teasing you, noticing the way your eyes start to flutter and your skin is getting warmer. And you think youβre gonna go crazy, as he picks up the pace just to take his hand away. Toji then gives you one of those little chuckles he does when he knows heβs got you all worked up, smirking and getting comfortable in his seat, trying to pretend that you donβt see that tent in his pants getting higher. Finally, thank god, you think to yourself as you arrive at your apartment. Toji gets out of the car and walks to your door, giving you his hand to climb out of the seat. He gives you a little kiss on your forehead, then proceeds to get his bags out the trunk. You begin to mentally prepare yourself for whatβs about to come. Youβre practically edging yourself with thoughts of finally getting touched by your boyfriend again. You unlock the door to your apartment and you both walk in, locking the door behind you. In one fell swoop, Toji dropped the bags and pinned you to the back of the door, lips taking your mouth like a starving man. You moan into the kiss when he pulls your legs up to wrap around his waist, hands supporting your lower back as he carries you to your bedroom.
Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back into your arms.
With a swift motion, Toji lays you back onto the bed, towering over you as he begins to take his top off and unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the floor. His hands, calloused and warm, begin to undress you starting with your shirt, taking the time to kiss your chest as he pulls it over your head. And as your arms fall back down, heβs already on you, feverishly sucking and biting the skin of your breasts, snaking a hand behind your back to free them from their captivity. As your breasts fall out the bra, he takes a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other in a way that has you mewling soft moans into the air.Β
But only so much can keep a woman warm.
Toji finds his way down your body, kissing and licking the skin of your torso as his fingers hook under your pants. He pulls them down fast, then comes down to your panties, which are having a hard time covering how obviously wet heβs made you. But heβs not gonna give you what you want quite yet, instead leaving hickies up and down your thighs as he sees you bucking your hips into the air, practically begging to be touched. He gives a sly smirk as he brings his lips to hover over the fabric of your thong, taking in your scent that heβs missed for so long. A thumb comes up to rub your clit through the fabric, making you squirm and plead for him. Once heβs satisfied with how frustrated heβs made you, he pulls your panties off, coming once more to your clit, giving it a soft lick. His eyes are on you now, and he thinks you look so fucking pretty for him. All hot and bothered, wrapping your fingers in his hair and attempting to push his face down.
And he can't make you feel this pretty. No he won't make you feel this beautiful.
Toji brings his lips to yours, beginning to eat you. His tongue works its way in and out of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit. His arms come up to wrap around your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you like a mad man. And you swear head has never felt this good, the way heβs eating you, no, consuming you, Gojoβs tongue could never compare. And you make him so happy when you pull at his hair, riding his face as he brings his fingers up to explore your pussy. His fingers pump in and out of you at a rate that drives you crazy, making that feeling build up inside you. Toji knows your body all too well, time hasnβt gotten in the way of his knowledge at all, cause he sees that pretty face youβre making when youβre trying to contain yourself, and the way your mouth opens into an O as his fingers find that special spot inside of you. Youβre begging, praying, he lets you cum and doesnβt decide to edge you. Your eyes meet him as you whisper to him that youβre about to cum, that fire inside you about to go ablaze. There he goes, smirking again, sucking harder and faster, picking up the pace as you melt against him.
βSo then, cum for me baby.β
And with that, your body betrays you, that feeling you tried so hard to contain snaps and youβre seeing fucking stars, gushing cum on his fingers, saturating his lips with the juices heβs craved for so long. The wave crashes, the cup spills, and youβre putty in his hands, moaning his name out into the room so beautifully that he swears he might die. He brings himself up to get a good look at you, wiping his face of your essence. You look so god damn sexy, the light of his life, the fire in his loins. You were just so goddamn perfect. Tojiβs good girl.
We've been living in a cold, cold world, a cold world.
Youβre watching him with anticipation, it feels like heβs taking years to undo that damn zipper. And just as you're seconds away from ripping his pants off, heβs stripped them off and thrown them to the floor, his boxers shortly behind. Youβre practically in awe of him, physique on full display, everything from his chest to his, well, your one way ticket to a second orgasm. Heβs back on you now, kissing your neck and leaving love bites as he positions himself. Youβre driving him crazy, the scent of you, the look of you, the feel of you, as he slips inside you slowly. He feels your hands come up to his back, nails digging into the skin there as you brace yourself for his shaft, reveling in the feeling of being stretched open again. To be fair, itβs not like Gojo didnβt have good dick. It just wasnβt Tojiβs, wasnβt even in the same fuckin ballpark.Β
But at least I have you to rely, even if for a short time.
Toji pushes inside you fully now, groaning in your ear as he begins to fuck you slowly. The slow strokes are sending you into oblivion, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Once heβs satisfied that heβs prepared you enough, he picks up the pace, breathing on your neck and whimpering as you take him oh so well. And he feels like your pussy was made for him when he pulls out to slam his hips back into you again, and you're screaming out his name like your life depends on it. You canβt bear to look at him when he gives you that look, like heβs gonna take you, take everything you have and youβll give it to him, because you're his and you know it. No man will ever make you feel the way Toji does, not when heβs rutting his hips into you at a threatening rate, pulling whimpers out of you left and right. Then, thereβs that goddamn look on his face again, because he knows heβs fucking you so hard and so good that youβll be his and his only. Fuck anyone else, he was fucking you here and now, and thereβs that feeling again, body craving to cum all over him. He knows youβre close, and like clockwork his thumb comes down to your clit, rubbing it to take you higher and higher. Youβre losing your goddamn mind. So many months of wanting, needing, yearning, for Tojiβs touch and here it was, lulling you into a haze, mind all fuzzy from your inherent need to cum. With a couple of deep thrusts, heβs got you right where he wants you. You throw your head back into the pillow, arching your back and scratching the skin on his shoulder, trying to find something to grip on as your body cums for him. Youβre spent, giving him everything you have to give, singing his name like a lullaby thatβs pushing him right where he needs. Heβs moaning and groaning like crazy, hand gripping the headboard as he loses himself in your pussy. Itβs like a firecracker for him, cumming in the pussy heβs missed for so long, hearing your squeals as he cums inside you. His body falls over yours, careful not to hurt you, then falling to your side, gasping for air. The two of you are a sticky, sweaty mess, cum surely all over the sheets. In that moment, you forget. You forget your regret, your sorrow. You forget the cheating. You forget your mistake. You forget Satoru Gojo.
There are certain things that I've come to understand.
Toji pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling your face against his chest and wrapping your arm around him. As he pulls the covers over the two of you, all you can think about is ending things with Gojo. You knew what you wanted and it was Toji. Who else would hold you like him? Satisfy your cravings? Surely not his best friend. And as you feel his hand begin to rub your back, you feel yourself drifting away, into a plane of existence where thereβs only you and Toji, and nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his love washing over you.
βI know you fucked Satoru.β
The words you never wanted to hear. A wave of guilt washes over you, pulling you under the water where you're damned to accept the consequences of your actions. You freeze, unsure of what to do or say next. Surely you wonβt bring your eyes up to look at him. How could you? You knew you couldnβt bare to see the hurt expression on his face when you actively admit to fucking the person he entrusted to take care of you in his absence.
βHe sent you that text earlier, nearly lost my shit when I read it.β
βToji, I-β
βWanna know what he said? He said βI know youβre probably still upset with me, but Iβd be lying if I said I didn't miss you, especially that pussy.β I canβt make this shit up.β
Said you fucked another man, finally I knew this day would come.
βHow long?β
βTwo months.β
βYou gotta be fuckin kidding me. Do you want him?β
βI, I, um-β
βAnswer me, do you fuckin want him?β
βToji! Of course not, the only man I love is you. He was just, just a thing to fill the void. I promise, it just happened, I never wanted to hurt you!β
Β But baby, I wonβt cry.
Toji groaned, bringing his hand to his face in defeat. You were crying now, straight word vomit, saying anything to get him to forgive you. But you know you fucked up. You fucked up bad. And now Toji is gonna leave you. Leave everything youβve built together, all because you couldnβt keep your legs closed while he was gone. But, despite his anger, he brings a hand up to your face to wipe your tears, arm slinking around your waist as he pulls you back down to his chest, letting out a deep sigh.
βJust please tell me you wonβt see him anymore and I promise I won't leave you for that long again. But cheat on me again and weβre fuckin over.β
πππππππ πππππππππππ : βWhen a fucking white dove sings its song, that's all we hear. The days roll by string in the wind. Tangled into my web I reveal them again. Suffering from a broken heart. A very deep pain. This is where I saw her. Alone.β
β± the song used in this story is pretty by the weeknd. π€
πππ ππππππ : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)
πππ πππ : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.
πππ ππππ : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship
πππ πππππππ : 3.1k
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.
You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.
βGive me that damn camera. You think itβs okay to take pictures of people on their property? Iβll get you arrested, motherfucker!β
Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.
Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.
It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanamiβs wife.
For a while, you were hiding out in Nanamiβs second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. Sheβs gained weight. Sheβs getting thinner. Itβs like they couldnβt make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least thatβs what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanamiβs arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didnβt force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldnβt listen.
How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.
You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where theyβre talking about you out for lunch at Cecconiβs in West Hollywood earlier today.
βAre you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, donβt leave the damn house without me!β
βKento, I-β
βThen, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything couldβve happened to you!β
The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.
βAnd that, what the fuck is that? Youβre practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.β
You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.
βNegative articles, thatβs what youβre worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didnβt mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. β
βThatβs not what Iβm saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, Iβm trying to protect you! Every fucking thing Iβve done has been to protect you!β
βIβm tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?β
Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.
βYou know what? Iβm tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I canβt have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.β
At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.
βYou donβt mean that.β
βI do. Itβs the only way-β
You know that there won't be a high wall I canβt climb and find the things that I find.
βKento, youβre not serious. Youβre not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didnβt listen to you? Iβm sorry, okay? I shouldβve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.β
βItβs not that simple. Youβve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I canβt keep seeing you hurt.β
βI can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. Iβll stay there as long as you need me to!β
βSo they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.β
βBut, baby, I, just pleaseβ¦β
βIβM NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. Iβll get you an apartment in Soho, but youβll have to wear a disguise for a while. I wonβt be seeing you anymore, itβs for your own good. β
Β I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.
And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.
βWhat the fuck are you doing?β
βThrowing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I donβt want it anymore.β
βOh, donβt be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.β
You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.
βFuck you.β
A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.
You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.
I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?
βWhat the fuck are you doing?β
You push by him, pissing him off even further. Youβre walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.
βWhat do you mean, Kento? Iβm packing my things.β
βNo, youβre going on a rampage!β
As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.
I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.
βA rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.β
With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.
βThe fuck are you doing?β
βThe fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?β
This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.
You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).
βYou tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, βOh, Kento, I understand.β Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!β
Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.
βYou ungrateful motherfuckerβ¦ I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here whenβ¦youβre off shooting another movieβ¦or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by yourβ¦fuckingβ¦fansβ¦because youβre too scaredβ¦to tell them to FUCK OFF!β
You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house foreverβ¦Β
In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where youβre standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you canβt resist him, not when heβs kissing you like heβs gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And thatβs where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? Whatβs another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that youβre on your knees.
β¦I don't want to ever leave.
Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals youβre trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.
βStop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.β
βOh, I thought I wasnβt your βbabyβ anymore?β
Heβs angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and heβs fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. Heβs got your clit now, sucking at the bud like thereβs no tomorrow. And youβre a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears heβs fallen in love with you all over again.Β
Youβre nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanamiβs tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And thatβs exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldnβt breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didnβt stop Nanami from continuing.
βKen, I canβtβ¦β
βI know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.β
How could I ever live in another?
Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasnβt done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadnβt even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.
βKentoβ¦β
βYes, sweetheart?β
βPlease, just fuck me already!β
βIf you insist, dear.β
Youβre beginning to wish you hadnβt said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.
βLook at you, such a brat earlier, and now youβre falling apart on my dick.β
βFuck you.β
βTrust me I am.β
Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell heβs close from the way heβs panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. Youβre so close and Nanami knows too, thatβs why heβs fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.
βCβmon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.β
That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.
βThatβs it, thatβs my good girl. My pretty little wife.β
This is where I want to be.
Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you canβt bring yourself to take it off of you.Β
βIβm gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. Iβll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and Iβll take you to replace the damaged items. Iβm gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, Iβll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Canβt keep fucking with my girl.β
As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanamiβs chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. Thereβs no way he could leave his pretty little wife.
You know that I don't want to go.
β± the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. π€
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from white roses by charli xcx.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Maybe my only light, don't you recognize you're the only one I want?
Choso knew for a while now that he was in love with liked you. How could he not? Not when youβre always sparkling in every room you walk in, and all he wanted was for you to be his firecracker. It didnβt go unnoticed that guys on campus practically throw themselves at you, acting like dogs whenever you wore a particularly short skirt or a tight top, he knew cause he was looking too. Unfortunately for him, you pretty much had him in the friend zone. To be fair, itβs not like heβs made a move yet, so how were you supposed to know? Well, that didnβt stop you from referring to him as a mutual friend while talking to other people. Now, the one person who did know he liked you was his brother, Yuuji.
βDude, you better tell her before she gets a boyfriend, then youβre really gonna be hurt.β
βShut the fuck up, Yuuji.β
βCβmon, you know Iβm right.β
And he was. When Choso caught wind that you had a thing for Megumi, (which was debunked because he made Yuuji ask you and you told him no), he pretty much wanted to throw up. Not that Megumi was a bad guy or anything, he was your best friend after all, and Choso was just related to Yuuji, who was Megumiβs best friend. His proximity to you was short, while Megumi and you talked all the time. He started thinking about what it would be like to be that close to you, inhaling your scent, seeing your smile when he spoke to you, the way your chest moves up and down when you breath. Then, he realized that kinda made him sound like a fuckinβ weirdo, so he stopped.
Now, he was in hell a bus with a bunch of other people in your friend group, headed to the mountains for a ski trip. Itβs not like he didnβt like your friends or anything like that, itβs more so jealousy that the only thing heβs ever been able to say to you is a measly, hey, when Yuuji introduced you to him. That and Megumi and Todo were arguing, about what, exactly? Women. Megumi expressed that he wasnβt picky, which was the catalyst for Todo telling him he has to take what he can get cause heβs so stand-offish. So, now they were going back and forth about Megumiβs ability to pull. And, it was giving Choso a damn headache.
βHey there, Choso!β
Cold like ice, petrified, lovin' what you're doin' to me.
Choso nearly shit himself the second he turned to his left and you were sitting in the seat with him.
βUm, hey.β
He hated himself for how awkward he sounded. He was too worried about the fact that you never really talked to him, but that was his own fault really. All the times heβs gotten the opportunity to talk to you, walking around campus, parties, and heβs never taken the chance. So much so, Yuuji came to him and asked if he had something against you, which sparked the conversation where he told Yuuji he actually had feelings for you. Then came Yuujiβs antics.
βI know youβre chillinβ over here by yourself, but I wanted to come say hi!β
You looked around the bus, seeing the chaos running amuck.
βIβm sorry about them, Yuuji told me when thereβs too much going on, it kinda bothers you, but I can totally get them to shut up, if you want.β
He was gonna fuckinβ kill him. Now, his mind was boggling. What else had Yuuji told you? Lord knows he couldnβt keep his damn mouth closed, for all he knew, Yuuji had went ahead and told you he likes you.
βHe said that huh? What else?β
βHe also told me that youβre a little shy, but you warm up once you get more comfortable! If thereβs anything I can do to help you out, just let me know, kay?β
He was scorching at this point. Why the fuck would he tell you that? As much as Choso wanted to give Yuuji a piece of his mind, his brain wasnβt really working. Because now, he was able to get a good look at you. Pink tinted lip gloss that accentuated your already pretty lips, and that perfume you were wearing, you smelled like a piece of strawberry cake. And he wanted a damn slice.
βDo yo mind if I stay back here with you? Iβd rather not go up there and hear them bicker.β
βUh, umβ¦sure.β
You were infectious. He could feel himself practically light up when you asked him that, you wanted to sit with him? He must be dreaming and he knew he was when he saw you begin to take off your jacket.
βKnow itβs cold outside, but this jacket is just way too hot for this bus. Hold it for me?β
Choso obliged immediately, the jacket served as a cover for the tent growing in his pants. Of course today of all days, you wear a v-neck shirt, your tits practically spilling out the fabric and talking to him. If he was hearing things correctly, they were begging him to free them from their captivity. He quickly snapped out of it when you began resting your head on his shoulder.
βGonna take a nap, kay?β
This was gonna be a long fuckinβ ride.
White roses in the snow, never let me go.
When you guys got to the lodge, Choso exhaled deeply, removing his headphones and preparing for a long day. He had wanted to take a nap on the bus, but all he could think about was your pretty little head on his shoulder, and how it might be the last time. So, he relished in the moment, sighing when you stirred awake. You turned and gave him a little smile, followed by a yawn as you reached for your jacket. Everyone began to walk out of the bus, you were shortly behind, but you forgot you left your purse in the front row of the bus. As Choso walked up behind you, you were about to panic.
βI canβt find my purse anywhere! Did I leave it somewhere else?β
You began to check under the seat, giving Choso a front row view of your ass, stretched out by your insulated leggings. You were driving him crazy. The drive up was already enough for him, but now your ass perked in the air? He was practically edging himself. He knew he probably shouldnβt be looking, but he was mesmerized as you shifted around looking for your-
βLooking for this?β
You jumped up, looking at Megumi holding up your bag. With the assumption that youβd probably forget it, he went ahead and grabbed it to meet you outside the bus.
βOoo, thanks Megs! You know you couldβve told me you had it!β
βYeah, yeah. Sorry bout that.β
With that, you grabbed your bag from him and smiled, proceeding off the bus. Choso was stuck, still in awe, but as Megumi was walking off the bus, he shot him a menacing look. Had he caught Choso staring at your ass? Probably. Shit, was he gonna tell you? Choso panicked a bit but took a deep breath and took his exit off the bus. If Megumi was gonna tell you, he deserved it, he had no business looking at you like that. But fuck, was it hard.
Lyin' in your bed and movin' slow, takin' off our clothes, givin' you it all.
Everyone piled into the cabin, which was pretty damn nice for a vacation rental. Everyone had a room fortunately, and there was a hot tub out on the back patio. While the girls went to find their rooms, the guys stayed behind to help with bags. As Choso went to pick up his and a black suitcase that was closest to him, Yuuji intercepted him. With a wink, Yuuji handed him a bubblegum pink suitcase.Β
βA gift, for you.β
Choso rolled his eyes at him and took the bag, still upset with him for the things he told you. Walking through the halls, he looked for your room, wondering if you were still walking around. When he couldnβt find you, he sat your suitcase down in the room at the end of the hallway, seemingly empty.
βWhy thank you, kind sir!β
He turned to see you in the doorway, giving him one of those bright smiles. You looked around confused for a bit, like you were looking for something. Then, Megumi walked into the room with his bags, and of course, your makeup bag. Why hadnβt he thought of that? Megumi shot Choso a confused look that said what the fuck are you doing here?.
βSorry Megs, this room is off the market!β
βOh no, whatever will I do? Iβll go find another room, but here, you forgot your makeup case.β
βAwe, we can share the room you know!β
Choso cleared his throat, causing the two of you to look at him. Him and Megumi were both obviously taken aback by your offer, causing you to chuckle at them.
βAwe, I was just kidding, duh! Megs, if you sleep with me, people may get ideas. Promiscuous ideas.β
You gave him a smirk and laughed at his flustered reaction. Choso had to contain himself. You had blatantly friend-zoned Megumi, right in front of him. Then, there was the look of defeat on his face that made Choso nearly jump for joy. Not that he was praying on his downfall or anything, but seeing Megumi lose this little game made him pretty damn excited.
βThat goes for you too, Choso! Things like that are how rumors start.β
Now, Choso felt like shit. And it didnβt help that Megumi was now smirking at him with a look that said welcome to the friend-zone, bitch. Itβs not like Choso got the idea that he would be sleeping with you, but it didnβt feel very good that you dismissed the possibility altogether. Even more reason to carry on, there was no chance he was admitting his feelings to you now. After that, you kicked them both out, preparing for a day at the lodge.
All I need is you and me alone. Love is like a rose and baby, let it grow.
Once you guys were done at the slopes, it was evening time. Everyone had decided to cook for dinner. Much like a potluck, all of you made something with ingredients you brought from home. Nobaraβs pasta salad was pretty good, and Inumakiβs onigiri wasnβt half-bad, but the best thing was your brownies. A little known fact about Choso is that he loves sweets. Thatβs why when he tried your brownies, he nearly scarfed the whole thing down. You got the perfect texture, rich and fluffy with a decadent chocolate. You noticed him eating one and walked over, a blush on your face.
βSo, how do you like them?β
βTheyβre delicious.β
βReally? You think so?β
βYeah, good job.β
You were beaming now, so proud of your baking. Choso felt really good, satisfied in the fact that he made you feel that way. Maybe he wasnβt always a fuck up.
βHey, weβre about to do spin the bottle! You two playing?β
Maki had walked up to ask you, a slight look of annoyance on her face, it was obvious she wasnβt interested in playing, probably dragged into it by Nobara. But, that all changed when she saw the optimistic look on your face, her dread turning into a smile.
Itβs not like he had much of a choice, because before you even finished your sentence, you were dragging him over to the living room. He didnβt really wanna play, but damn, he was happy you were touching him.
βSo, we spin it and whoever you land on, you have to kiss. Sounds good? Okay great.β
Mai hadnβt given anyone a chance to answer the question, cause to be frank, she didnβt really care. All of you sat in a circle now, couch and chairs moved back to accommodate everyoneβs seating arrangements. Choso sat next to Yuuta on the opposite side of the circle, while Yuuji sat between you and Megumi. At least Megumi wasnβt sitting next to you. Mai crawls over and spins the bottle first, landing on Todo.
βHell no.β
βThe fuck is that supposed to mean?β
βIt means hell no! Iβm not kissing you.β
As her and Todo sent killer looks at each other, Yuuta went ahead and spun the bottle, landing on Maki, who was blushing like crazy. Everyone knew Yuuta had a thing for Maki, but it was a surprise when Maki kissed him back. After cheers and howls from the others, they sat back in their positions. You went up and spun next, Choso staring at the damn bottle like he had the powers to stop it. It landed on Megumi. Choso nearly lost his shit, I mean, was the damn universe against him? Yuuji raised his hand, a look of concern on his face.Β
βUh, Mai, I donβt think she wants to kiss her best friend, that would be kinda awkward.β
βWell, spin again.β
Yuuji, you fuckinβ saint. You give Megumi a playful pout, while he looked like someoneβs sad puppy. Crawling up to spin again, Choso held his breath, mentally preparing for who it would land on next.
βOh!β
He couldnβt fuckinβ believe it. The bottle had landed on him. You give him a sultry smile, crawling over to him and kissing him firmly on the lips. He nearly died in that moment, high on the adrenaline pumping through his body from the feeling of your lips on his. You pull away and smirk at him, crawling back to your position on the floor, earning some whistles and claps from the others.
βYou know all you had to do was kiss him on the cheek, right?
βYeah, but I wanted to make things exciting!β
Oh, Choso was excited alright. All the way down to his-
No one knows the secrets that you know. Come on, pull me close, lay me in the snow.
After playing a few more rounds, Yuuta and Maki got a bit tired, calling it a night. Yeah, right. At that point, someone got the idea it would be fun to go out to the hot tub, which you happily agreed to. Choso couldnβt be more uncomfortable. Sitting in the hot tub with Megumi and the others was the last thing he wanted to do, retreating to his room. That is, until there was a knock at his door.
βChoso, youβre coming out right? Whereβs your trunks?β
Choso was about to die, and you were killing him slowly. When he looked at you, he didnβt expect you to be wearing such a revealing bikini, one of those with the triangle tops and thong bottoms. He nearly short circuited when he saw how pretty your tits sat in the cups, rubbing together a bit more due to your lean on the door. It didnβt help that you were fucking pouting again, giving him that look that said you werenβt gonna take no for an answer. And you looked really damn good in pink.
βUhβ¦yeah, sure.β
βYay! Hurry up and get changed, Iβll wait out here for you!β
With that, you sat down on his bed, tits bouncing from the gravity shift. He couldβve sworn he was high, but damn it, he had to keep it together. He swiftly grabbed his trunks from his suitcase and went to the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him. For a moment there, he considered relieving himself before having to sit with you half-naked beside him, but there wasnβt enough time for that and it would also be really fucking wrong.
After putting on his trunks, he opened the bathroom door, you still waiting for him patiently. When you saw him, your eyes went wide. Choso was not the type to walk around shirtless, but he knew he couldnβt get into the water with a shirt on. Itβs not like he was bad looking, just less built than someone like Todo, so in turn, he was convinced he was mildly unattractive.Β
βOoo, Choso, nice abs!β
Who was insecure? Not him, never. Your validation was all he needed to be in better spirits, loosening up a bit as you guided him through the house. Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi were already in the hot tub. Much to Megumiβs surprise, you were holding Chosoβs hand as you walked out onto the patio, and Choso could swear he could see the smoke shooting out of Megumiβs ears. As you got into the hot tub, Choso took a seat next to you, clearly fighting the temptation to stare at your body again. Yuuji started talking about some thing that happened back at school, but he couldnβt pay attention at all, why? Because, thankfully, you were still holding his hand.
I know you can feel it.
You'll be mine every night, I'm tryin' to effortise you're the only one I want.
Everyone had long since gone to sleep, the clock showing 1 AM now. Choso had been tossing and turning all night, just couldnβt stop thinking about the day. It was the most heβd ever interacted with you, and it was making him nuts. The way you touched him, spoke to him. Respectfully, he was in love with you. Tensed, he decided to go out and relax on one of the chairs on the patio.
Hold me tight, Marlboro Light, lovin' what you're doin' to me.
He brought a cigarette to his mouth and lit it, inhaling the smoke like a breath of fresh air. Laying back, he put his arm behind his back, allowing himself to decompress.
βThatβs a bad habit, ya know?β
You had come out on to the patio, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that were practically underwear. He brought his hand to his face wiping down, preparing to fight his boner for the umpteenth time today. You walked past him, taking a seat on the chair next to him and taking the cigarette. To his surprise, you smoked it, inhaling softly and blowing out.
βThought it was a βbad habitβ?β
βA habit I never denied having.β
You put your lips around it again, Choso in a trance. He didnβt even care that your sticky lipgloss was staining the filter, all he could think about was how good they would look around his-
βSo, you donβt talk much. Whyβs that?
βNot really much to talk about.β
βNonsense, thereβs always something to talk about.β
The cigarette is finished now, Choso sitting it in the ashtray. You stood from your chair, walking to the door and waiting for him. He stood up too, noticing how cold it had gotten, following behind you into the living room, fireplace crackling with a light fire.
We're gonna melt down, gonna disappear into the sun.
βOh yeah, like what?β
βLike, about how we can finally warm up in here.β
You sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, patting the floor beside you, signaling Choso to sit with you. Like a fish to water, he came down and sat, looking between you and the fire.
βSo, what are you studying?
βUmβ¦Pre-Med. I wanna be a phlebotomist.β
βLike blood and stuff? How cryptic!β
You playfully jab him, talking for what seemed like forever on all sorts of topics, music, movies, memories. Every thing you said made him fall more in love with you. Your enthusiasm in the way you spoke about your interests, god, he wished you talked about him like that. Eventually he became more and more comfortable, relaxing a bit.
βSo, wanna talk to you βbout somethinβ.β
βWhatβs up?β
βA little birdie told me you were crushinβ on me, is that right?β
Yuuji was a dead man. Choso locked his jaw and stared down at the floor. This was it, this was the end. He knew damn well you were out of his league, he couldnβt even compare to the guys who approached you. Guys like him donβt pull girls like you, shit, at this point, he had something in common with Megumi. Unrequited love for you.
βUmβ¦Iβ¦uhβ¦ yes.β
βIs that so?β
You looked him in his eyes now, getting a bit closer to him. He swears heβs gonna combust, your face is so close to his, god, if he had any balls heβd make a move on you right now. He nodded and sighed, ready for the influx of humiliation.
βYeah, I like you. A lot, actually.β
βSo, what are you gonna do about it?β
The fuck did you just say? He was hearing things, has to be. There was no way you were implying he make a move on you, but when you brought your hand over his and gave him that sultry look in your eyes, he knew exactly what you meant.
Gonna burn down together, like fire, we can't get enough.
βFuck it.β
Choso slammed his lips on to yours, so high on life that he nearly comes undone at the feeling of your hand crawling behind his neck. You start to lean back onto the rug, Choso climbing on top of you, claiming your mouth as his as he begins biting your lower lip. And when that makes you moan softly, he swears he was gonna fucking lose it. He moves down to your neck now, kissing and sucking the skin there while your fingers run through his hair. Canβt help but leave hickies all over it, now that heβs got you, he wants everyone to know youβre his.
We're tied like white roses, you know we're never comin' undone.
As he comes down your neck, his lips find their way onto your chest, licking the skin of your breasts as his hand comes under your shirt to massage your tits. Isnβt it his lucky day? Youβre not wearing a bra. Chosoβs imagination runs wild for a second there, thinking there was a possibility you were braless because you intended to fuck him, but it was an incomplete thought as he brought your shirt over your head. Back on you immediately, he took a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling on the bud, obsessed with the light moans and whimpers he was pulling out of you. Sucking all over your chest, he was running on lust and adrenaline. Kissing his way down your stomach, making you arch your back a bit, he found his way down to your shorts, taking them down slowly as he kissed the skin around your pelvis. He hit the jackpot. You werenβt wearing any panties either, and to make it better, you spread your legs for him, your lower lips inviting him to indulge.
'Cause I wanna stay forever, I know that you're the only one, only one.
βWait, what if someone sees us?β
Choso is a bit frustrated now, interrupting him sucking the skin of your thighs. He nearly told you he didnβt fucking care, but when he looked up at you, there was that damn pout again. Swiftly, he scooped you up as you scrambled to grab your clothes before anyone found them. Hoisting you over his shoulder, you giggle a bit as he carries you down the hall and into your room, ensuring no one could hear you from all the way down there. After closing the door and locking it, he sat you on the bed, laying you out and opening your thighs so he could continue is mission. That had you chuckling, which was interrupted by you moaning his name as he took your clit into his mouth. He was a man starved, exploring pandoraβs box for the first time. The sweet, sweet treasure heβd been waiting so long for, you exceeded his expectations. He was dedicated, sucking the bud in and out of his mouth and massaging his tongue against it in a circular motion. God, did it feel good, your fingers were pulling at his hair, you could swear it was gonna rip out. But he didnβt care. You couldβve killed him right now, but your pussy was already killing him. Especially when you got wetter and wetter, which Choso decided he wanted to explore before the main event. With two fingers, he brought them into your pussy, feeling your walls stretch around them. He was self indulgent, pumping them in and out of you, curling his finger up to hit that spot that was obviously very effective. Heβs heard you say his name over twenty times now, each time you say it his dick is aching more and more. You were being so good, arching your back as he took all you could give, making you feel things youβd never felt before. Youβve had your fair share of lays, but Choso was surely the best so far. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, whimpering as you rub your pussy on his lips. He was going crazy, his tongue working on its own at this point, fucking in and out of you as his thumb rubs your clit. And he wasnβt ashamed to moan as he ate you, he wanted you to know just how much he enjoyed it, how grateful he was. With one particularly hard suck, you came undone all over his lips. God, you were an angel, back arching off the bed as you pulled his hair, bringing him up to kiss you and kiss you he did. He was hungry now, continuing to finger you as you cracked from overstimulation.
βGod, Choso, please.β
White roses in the snow, never let me go.
He wasnβt stupid, he knew exactly what you meant. Thatβs why he immediately went to work, stripping himself of his pijama pants and top, leaving just his boxers, which he was currently freeing his dick from. Now, Choso wasnβt the thickest guy around, but what he didnβt have in girth, he made up for in length. Thatβs why you looked in anticipation as he pumped his hands on it, taking some of your cum to saturate it before slipping inside of you. Heβs died, thats it. Heβs in fucking heaven. His brain canβt even comprehend the way you feel, almost upset with himself he hadnβt made a move on you sooner, knowing he couldβve been putting his dick inside you a long time ago. But none of that mattered now, not when he finally found himself all the way in.
Lyin' in your bed and movin' slow, takin' off our clothes, giving you it all.
Your moans, they were becoming too much. Choso wasnβt selfish, not at all, but the way you were sucking him in, he was tortured, waiting for you to adjust to his size. He was gonna do whatever he could to make this good for you. He didnβt even care about cumming himself, as long as you cum again, heβd be complete.
βYou ready, baby?β
βYesβ¦pleaseβ¦fuck me.β
And with that, he let go. All resolve he had to not rush into things? Gone. Asking you to be his girl first? Gone. He was fucking you, here and now, and you were loving it. You bring your hands up to rub his back, pulling him in closer so you could kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he fucked you. God, you were addicting. He was doing anything he could to hear you say his name, singing him a lullaby that would be etched into his brain forever. All of a sudden, you bring your legs up to wrap around his back, locking him in place to fuck you deeper. That was Chosoβs breaking point. He fucked you like he was insane, he swore you two would fall into the mattress. And you? You were so fucked out you were speaking what sounded like it was supposed to be his name. He brought his lips down to kiss you again, feeling the vibrations from your throat of you whimpering in pleasure.
βYou like that baby?β
βYes, Choso, so much.β
βYouβre killing me.β
Choso had no thoughts, so focused on the way your pussy sucked him in and out, feeling like it was made for him. You were wrapping around him like a warm blanket, and he was addicted. He saw it when your lips parted to moan out louder, and as much as he loved the way you reacted to him drilling you, he had to bring his mouth up to your ear.
βYou gotta be a little quieter, princess. Canβt have everyone hear how good you feel.β
He had gotten a bit cocky now, knowing he was about to make you cum again. It was so obvious, the staggering of your moans, your nails in his skin, your tits pressing against his chest from arching your back. Your whimpers sounded more like begging now and it was sending him over. He felt himself about to cum, but he had a mission to complete first. He brought his thumb up to rub your clit, making you squirm uncontrollably.
βChoso, Iβmβ¦Iβ¦β
βYou gonna cum for me, baby?β
You couldnβt even answer, too busy focusing on every motion of his thumb, like watching every stroke of a paintbrush on a painting. Unfortunately for you, he needed that validation.
βLet me hear you, baby. Am I making this pussy feel good?β
βYes, Choso, fuck!β
With that, he rubbed your clit even faster, bud sensitive from the second orgasm approaching.
βWanna feel you cum for me, kay?β
Fuck, you were a good listener. In seconds, you came all over his dick, body jerking as you felt the ripples of your orgasm consume you. You swear youβve never came that hard before, and Choso was reveling in it. The way your pussy was spasming around his dick, he couldnβt hold it much longer.
βWhere do you want it?β
βInside!β
All I need is you and me alone. Love is like a rose and baby, let it grow.
That was it. With another thrust, he spilled himself into you, heart and soul. God, was he in love with you, even more so that he unlocked a new part of you. His orgasm felt like an eternity like his body was giving him triumph after waiting so long to have you. And when it all came crashing down, he dropped beside you and laid on the bed. It was instinct, wrapping his arm around you to lay on his chest, panting from the fatigue settling in after fucking you the way he did.Β
Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, Choso instead running his hand over your side, eyelids getting heavy. You shuffle a bit, turning you body to rest on your arms, looking up into his eyes. He was preparing for the worst and hoping for the best. What if you only wanted to fuck him? To be fair, you never told him you liked him back, and when he realized that, he felt himself go back to his typical nervous state.
βSoβ¦ did you like it?β
βYeah, a lot.β
βGood, um, glad I could make you feel good.β
You give him a confused look, like you were expecting him to say something else. He shook a bit, intimidated at the way you stared at him. The result? Word vomit.
βLook, I donβt know if you, uh, like meβ¦you know like-β
βI do. Have for a while now.β
His heart skipped a beat, stomach doing backflips. He couldnβt believe it, he must be dreaming.
βYou, uh, what, I-β
βSurprised you didnβt know. Everyone else does, even Megs. Sadly for him, Iβm crushinβ on you. I mean, why else would I agree to kiss you? Or hold hands with you? Or not say anything when you shamelessly stare at my tits?β
You had a damn point. He felt stupid now, again, wishing he wouldβve said something sooner.
βCanβ¦um, do youβ¦shit, will you be my girlfriend?β
βThought youβd never ask.β
No one knows the secrets that you know. So come on, pull me close, lay me in the snow.
The next morning, Choso wakes up before you. You were like an angel, sleeping and breathing softly under the sheets, still laying on his chest. Begrudgingly, he pulled off of you, needing to piss and have a smoke. When he finished in the bathroom, you were still sleeping, and the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt. So, he quietly put his clothes back on, walked out the room, closing your door softly. He walked down to his room and jumped at the sight of Yuuji at his door.
βChoso, you motherfucker, didnβt think you had it in you!β
I know you can feel it.
β± the song used in this story is white roses by charli xcx. π€
πππ ππππππ : choso x fem reader
πππ πππ : youβve got a crush on choso, and heβs reading the signs.
πππ ππππ : college au! smut, fluff, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, praise, teasing, overstimulation, fingering, edging?
πππ πππππππ : 4.7K
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from see you again (rock mafia remix) by miley cyrus.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, here I am with another choso fic. thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
I got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim.
βAnd, this is Choso!β
Now, you couldnβt remember whose idea it was to go to the fair (probably Yuuji), but at this moment, you were too grateful. To think you were going to miss out on this because you wouldβve instead worked on classwork that was due NEXT week. Mai begged you to take a break, and you agreed to go like a good best friend. And thankfully, you did, cause if not, you wouldβve never met him.
I have a heart that will never be tamed.
Choso was a little awkward. Nervous, for sure, but he had that demeanor that told you he was a lot more chill when he gets comfortable. Now the question was, why wouldnβt he be comfortable? That was, of course, because he was meeting you. Nonetheless, his ambition drove him to initiate a conversation with you, putting his anxiety on the back burner and acting βnormal.β
βSo, youβre Maiβs friend?β
Obviously, you were. A blush crosses your face, giving an awkward smile before looking at Mai. She understood immediately, face lighting up a bit when she realized you had the hots for him. With a smirk, she looked at him.
βUh, yeah! Sheβs my best friend, canβt you tell?β
Choso directed his attention at Mai, giving her a squinted look. Not that he didnβt appreciate her, but he was already having a hard time talking to you, and she definitely wasnβt making it easy.
βWell, now I do. Thanks for the clarification, maβam.β
βNo problem, sir.β
She jabbed his arm, causing him to chuckle. Looking back at you, he smiled a bit.
βHopefully, you arenβt as crass as your friend here.β
βI try not to be.β
βHey, what the hell does that mean?β
You were giggling now, loosening up as you realized there wasnβt much to be nervous about. Choso was just a normal guy, a really hot, normal guy. That didnβt stop you from tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, it was so damn obvious you were flustered, but Choso was none the wiser.
I knew you were something special when you spoke my name; now I can't wait to see you again.
βHey Choso! Weβre heading over to the rides.β
Yuuji was now walking over to you guys, patting Choso on the back. When he noticed you standing there with Mai, his face lit up with surprise.
βSo, Mai got you to come out and play! You do magic on her or something?β
βNO, I DID NOT. You guys are assholes, she came out on her own volition!β
Now, you and Yuuji have known each other for a while, but heβs just as irritating now as he was when you met him freshman year.
βI thought it would be fun to relax a bit and decompress from studying.β
Choso perked up at your comment, grateful to have something, anything, to work off of.
"Oh wow, what're you studying?"
Almost instantly, everyoneβs eyes were on Choso. Mai looked at him intently, mostly in shock. You looked at him more relaxed, prepared to have a normal conversation with him. But Yuuji, as oblivious as usual, did not catch on to Choso trying to make conversation with you.
βWell, as much fun as this little chat is, Iβll be stealing Choso now. Inumaki and the others are waiting for us so we can ride a few rides.β
With that, Yuuji was hauling Choso with him to somewhere in the fair. But what you did not expect was Choso looking back at you, giving you a little wave, then turning to tell off Yuuji.
I've got a way of knowing when something is right.
βSo, your friendβ¦β
Mai shot the water into the target, attempting to get one of those oversized stuffed animals for the past ten minutes. When she lost again, she slammed another 5-dollar bill on the counter, demanding another turn.
βYeah, you talkinβ about Choso?β
The game reset and she went to town. Mai was deadlocked on the target with the precision of a sniper. But, 30 dollars later, she finally won. Cheering and practically ripping the stuffed dino off the rack, she looked at you with sparkles; she was so damn proud of herself. After that, you two decided to get some fair food.
βYeah, him.β
Pointing to the funnel cake stand, Mai dragged you closely behind her; you were attempting to catch up as fast as possible. She quickly ordered you guys a funnel cake; of course, the two of you had to share.
βYou like him? I can totally tell. You looked like you were a pot about to boil over.β
You start scoffing, laughing nervously as you feign offense to her comment. But she really wasnβt wrong.
βYeah, well, YOU say that! Do you think he noticed?β
"Babe, he totally noticed. Choso isn't the type to say something though, so whether he did or didn't, the world may never know."
You grab the funnel cake from the window, finding a picnic table to set up base. Mai was giving you that look now, that one she gives when she has an idea, and thatβs never good.
βWhat the hell are you-β
βYou know, heβs single. Havenβt seen him talk to a girl since freshman year, and that wasnβt very long.β
βShouldnβt that be a red flag? What if heβs an asshole?β
βOh, heβs far from that. If anything, I just think he canβt get laid to save his life. BUT, then thereβs you.β
You avert your eye contact with Mai to the floor, too embarrassed to look at her.
βLook, you donβt have anything to worry about with him. Heβs a nice guy and Iβm sure heβd treat you well, in more ways than one.β
She winks at you as you jab her on the shoulder. As much as you loved her, she could be a pain in the ass, but as she would say, βyour pain in the ass.βΒ
I feel like I must've known you in another life, cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes.
After finishing the funnel cake, you guys walk about the fair, looking for another game to play, that is, until a set of hands comes in front of Maiβs eyes.
βGuess who?β
βYuuji, get your paws off my face or Iβm gonna beat your ass.β
With a pout, he lowered his hands, sneering at her when she turned around. As you turn to face him, you see Choso standing beside him, already looking at you. Reacting to the eye contact, he awkwardly puts a hand behind his neck.
βUh, hey.β
βHi, umβ¦ how were the rides?β
βThey were good until Megumi and Inumaki threw up, so Todo drove them back to the dorms.β
Yuuji then looks around you and Mai, a confused look on his face.
βWhat about you guys? Whereβs everyone else, or did Mai scare them off?β
βYuuji, youβre on thin ice. We came by ourselves, GIRLβS night out.β
βWell, me and Choso are doing the same, isnβt that right?β
Choso looked at Yuuji like he had two heads.
βYou mean when you badgered me for an hour so Iβd come with you guys? Boyβs night out, for sure.β
You chuckled at Chosoβs rebuttal, which didnβt go unnoticed by Yuuji. From that, Yuuji looked at Mai, who looked at you, then at Choso, prompting Yuuji to do the same.
βWell, whatβs a little get-together, am I right?β
βWerenβt you just adamant about the boy's night out thing?β
βYes, Choso, I was, but Iβve had a change of heart. They'll be riding the rollercoaster with us, isnβt that right, Mai?β
You shoot a panicked look at Mai, and simultaneously, Choso shoots the same to Yuuji.
βYeah, Yuuji. Youβre right. Letβs head over now.β
You and Chosoβs eyes met, quickly blushing and averting your gaze. In that moment, you knew you were, to put it simply, down bad.
Now I can't wait to see you again.
The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down.
Now, rollercoasters werenβt usually your thing, but when Mai gave you that puppy dog look, you couldnβt tell her no. She and Yuuji ran to the gate, leaving you and Choso behind to walk there, neither of you as excited as your friends.
βLooks like itβs a two-seater. Well, Mai, I think we should ride together!β
βYou know what, Yuuji? Thatβs a great idea.β
You yanked at Maiβs sleeve, meeting her wide smile. The fuck are you doing? you whispered to her, still smiling in an attempt to act normal. Helping you out, duh, she whispered back, gently removing your hand from her shirt. As the ride attendant opened the gate, Yuuji and Mai flew to the front seat, leaving you and Choso on the bay.
βIs there, uh, anywhere in particular you want to sit?β
βThe middle to back is fine!
With that, Choso guided you to a seat, holding your hand to help you sit in the cart. He sat down softly as you frantically looked for the seatbelt.
βHere, let me help you with-β
He noticed the harness sat right on top of your chest, which, if he wasnβt blushing before, he was completely flustered now. You both waited awkwardly for the ride attendant to strap you in.
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.
Yuuji, extremely excited about the thrill of the ride, turned around and shot a thumbs-up at Choso. What did that mean? God, it was so obvious even Yuuji could tell. Or did Mai say something? They had been looking back and forth, which could be-
βWhatcha thinkinβ βbout?β
Well, you couldn't tell him the obvious answer, of course. You boggled your brain, trying to come up with a lie to say. But then he wrapped his arm behind your head, resting it on your neck. You were about to combust. You damn near shook with both anxiety AND rouse.
Felt like I couldn't breathe; you asked what's wrong with me.
βSomethinβ wrong? Sorry, I shouldβve asked first.β
He began to retract his arm.
βNo! I'm fine, youβre all good haha.β
You decided just to shut up and shoot him an awkward smile, preparing for the ride that began to take off.
βGood, canβt have you scared. Donβt worry, itβll be over soon.β
Oh, it was gonna be over soon, alright, because you were gonna pass out from the feeling of him bringing you into his chest.
The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself, my heart it can't rest 'til then.
You couldnβt get off that fuckinβ ride quick enough. You unbuckle yourself swiftly, running over to Mai, who was still talking to Yuuji.
βHey there! How was the ride?β
βIt was great, but I think we should really get going!β
She looked at you in concern, then at Choso walking up behind you guys, and then at Yuuji, who was confused per usual. Before Choso could walk up, you put your head down and walked down the bay, stopping at the ride's exit.Β
βMβkay, bye!β
You were too embarrassed from getting all worked up over an arm; you couldnβt even face him. Mai stood there talking to both Yuuji and Choso, obviously upset, with Choso putting his hand up in a confused motion. God, this was torture. After a couple of minutes, Mai walked up to you, patting you on your back. And with that, you guys went back to your dorm.
Oh, I can't wait to see you again.
I got this crazy feelin' deep inside when you called and asked to see me tomorrow night.
You had just got in bed for the night, still coming down from the roller coaster, both the physical and emotional one. What were you doing? It was a perfect opportunity to talk to him, and you screwed it up. Now, heβs probably-
Youβre interrupted from your thoughts by your phone ringing. You take it off the charger and turn down the brightness, reading the screen. A random number? This late? You almost declined the call, but then the asshole in you had the idea to answer and give the night caller a piece of your mind. You click the green button, putting your phone up to your ear, an arsenal of insults on standby.
βWho is this? You know itβs 11 p.m., right?β
βOh, um, sorry. Itβs Choso. Didn't realize it was so late, Iβll talk to you tomorrow.β
Your heart dropped to your ass. Choso? How the hell did he get your number? Then, it struck you, when he and Mai talked on the bay. You shift your whole mood from threatening to weak in the knees.
βOh, no, itβs fine! Sorry, thought you were a scam caller.β
βYeah, I guess I couldβve texted you first. Happy you still accepted the call, though.β
βSo, whatβs up?β
βI just wanted to, uh, apologize for earlier. Wasnβt my intention to make you uncomfortable or anything like that.β
You began pacing around the room, trying to keep quiet and not wake Mai.
βOh, no, I just, um, it was nothing, I was just, umβ¦β
βI was nervous, too, to be honest. I mean, I was scared I blew my chances with you.β
You stalled your movements in disbelief at what you had just heard.
βI donβt think I, uh heard you right, could you-β
βCan I take you out tomorrow night?β
You had to turn off the mic; you couldnβt help but scream into your pillow. After gaining composure, you turned the mic back on.
βWhat did you have in mind?β
βHowβs a movie? Yuuji said you wanted to watch that new one, Human Earthworm 3, I think?β
So, Yuuji had said something to him. To be fair, they were brothers, so that would happen eventually, but you felt something itch inside you at the thought of all the things Yuuji could have said.
βSo, uh, is that a yes?β
βOh! Um, yeah, I mean, yes, sure. What time?β
βBe ready at 6.β
You were about to begin jumping around like a goddamn maniac.
βOkay, got it.β
βOkay, see you, tomorrow, angel.β
Before he hung up the phone, you could hear Yuuji cheering in the background. What the actual fuck just happened. Like clockwork, Mai jumped up, smirking. Sheβd been awake this whole time.
βSo, he had the balls to ask you! I wasnβt expecting that one.β
I'm not a mind reader, but I'm reading the sign that you can't wait to see me again.
Now, itβs not like you were super excited about the date or anything. Not when you started getting ready at 12 despite you needing to be ready at 6, or when you repainted your nails, or when you waxed yourself, or when you were asking Mai which outfit you should wear.Β
βTrust me, whatever you wear, heβs gonna like it. Heβs happy to even be dating you!β
She had a point.
βBut Maiiiii, what if he doesnβt like these jeans?β
βWerenβt you wearing jeans when you met him?β
βUgh, shut up!β
βWhatever ya want, sweetheart.β
You decided to just go for a black dress, which was pretty short, but, come to think of it, wasnβt really a bad idea. But then, what shoes were you gonna wear? Which purse would-
Your phone lit up, a text from Choso.
βOutside :)β
Shit, it was six already. You started to panic, looking for anything else you were missing. As you turn around, Maiβs holding a pair of sneakers and a purse to match. You squeal and kiss her on the cheek, rushing to put your sneakers on as you stumbled out the door.
The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down.
As you walked down the stairs, you began freaking out. You were about to be alone with Choso for hours, which you were fucking ecstatic about, but you realized you didnβt have the balls for this. But then, you get a thought from Mai, βGet it together, bitch!β
Damn it, why was she always right??? Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you sucked it up and walked outside. Choso leaned against his car, wearing a basic black tee covered by an aviator jacket with a pair of cuffed jeans. Damn, he looked good. Little did you know, he was thinking the same about you. That little black dress had him staring, mind trying to picture what might be underneath. You walked up to him quickly, holding your purse awkwardly, noticing his gaze checking you out.Β
βYou look great.β
βThanks, not too bad yourself.β
You had to contain yourself. Like who, me? You send him a flirty smile as he opens the car door for you, going under his arm to get in the seat.
βYou smell damn good too.β
The movie was pretty okay; not like you were really paying attention, though. When you guys sat down in the movie, Choso expectedly draped his arm around you, pulling you close to lay on his chest. What really sent you over the edge was halfway through the movie, when he brought his arm lower, slinking it around your waist, hand resting on your hip. He was dangerously close to your ass, there was that fine, fine line, and he was skating on it, making sure not to move too much in case he did cross that line cause the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable again. After what felt like a year, the movie was over, and people spilled out of the theatre, clearly a full house. You and Choso were stragglers, only a handful of people still sitting around, and when he noticed, he brought his arm back over, nearly making you cry at the retreat.Β
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.
βHowβd you like it?β
βIt was okay, not as good as the first one. What about you?β
βI havenβt seen the other ones, but it was pretty good!β
Choso stood up, taking a big stretch after sitting for so long. Your eyes immediately caught the slight lift in his shirt, his v-line and lower abs flexed as he groaned a bit, and fuck, it sounded good. He brought his hand down, encouraging you to take it, pulling you up, and putting his hand back around your waist. He held it firm, guiding you out of the theater and back to the car, helping you inside. You were dreading the fact the date was coming to an end; you had to think of something to prolong-
Chosoβs phone rings, Yuujiβs contact picture illuminating the screen. With a deep sigh, he answers it.
βWhat?β
βI take it youβre still out?β
βNo shit, Sherlock.β
βWell, bad news. I locked myself out of the room. Can you come here and let me in?β
βIβm on a date, motherfucker.β
βOh yeah. Bring her with you!β
βJesus Christ.β
Choso mutes the mic, looking at you. Now, you werenβt exactly looking forward to seeing Yuuji, but spending more time with Choso was your prerogative. You give him a nod and a smile, and his annoyance fades slightly. Unmuting the phone, he rolls his eyes.
βBe there in 10.β
βThank youuuu!β
βFuck off.β
The ride back to their dorm was pretty fast, but it was hard to think with Chosoβs hand rubbing your thigh. Once again, skating on that fine line of nearly touching a little too far up your dress, but thankfully for the both of you, he had some self-control. Your presence was eating at him, though; every time you smiled, he couldnβt help but stare at your lips or look at your ass as you walked before him, exiting the theater. Thank god your dress covered your chest, cause heβs pretty sure that wouldβve killed him too.
You waited for him to open the car door, second nature, to feel his hand on your side. Yuuji sat in one of the chairs in the lobby, perking up at the sight of you guys walking through, then pouting.
βYou guys took forever to get here!β
βIt was 13 minutes.β
Choso, tired at this point, walked the two of you upstairs to their room. He unlocked the door with annoyance, letting Yuuji and you walk in.Β
βSo, where did you put your keys? Iβm not unlocking it again.β
Yuuji walked to the door and stepped outside, rummaging through his pocket and conveniently pulling out his keys.
βLook, they were here all along! Thatβs so crazy, haha.β
When you and Choso realized what had happened, it was already too late. Yuuji had since locked the door behind him, hearing him laugh as he walked down the hall.
βThat fucker had his keys the whole time. Why am I not surprised?β
βBecause itβs Yuuji weβre talking about here.β
Choso took a deep exhale and sighed.
Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me.
βSorry about the unnecessary detour, I can go ahead and-β
You brought his lips to yours experimentally, him pulling back to look at you. Damn, you were nervous, but the lack of touch and the lust had completely taken over you, you knew what you wanted, and it was him. You kiss him firmly, pushing him back onto the bed. Instantly, Choso picked your legs up and placed them on either side of him, positioning you in his lap as he kissed you back. All he could seem to do was touch you, exploring your body, hands groping everything he touched.Β
Out of his mind, horny, he brought your hips down to grind against his, feeling his dick rub against you through his pants, making you moan softly. He was becoming hungry, hands climbing up your dress to unclip your bra, bringing your clothed nipple into his mouth. Indulging in the little moans he pulled out of you was nice, but Choso was fucking selfish. He wasted no time flipping you over so your back lay against the bed, opening your thighs to position himself between them. That little black dress? Choso had stripped it from you, along with that bra, somewhere on the floor of his room. Now, Choso wasnβt a virgin, but the way he stared at your topless body would make it seem like heβs never seen a pair of tits before.
βYouβre so damn pretty.β
He brought his shirt over his head, discarding it and his jeans, thinking your panties should go too, but you looked damn good in that thong. So, why not have a little fun? Choso pulled up your panty line, making your thong outline your pussy, soaked lips spilling out the sides, but not quite enough that you were fully exposed. Rubbing your clit through the fabric, you were getting so wet that your thong was soaked in your pre-cum. Wished he had a photographic memory, because he was in love with the sight he got to see when he decided to be nice and finally strip you of your panties. You were on full display to him, and like a siren, you brought your fingers down to spread your lips for him, inviting him to touch you in some way. He had something way better than that; trust. Cause at this point, he was flipping you on top of him, bringing your hips up to him so he could taste his your pussy on his face. You hesitated at first, scared you were gonna suffocate him, but with one look at his face, you knew he didnβt give a fuck. He brought your hips down so your pussy landed on his tongue, then it was go time. Sucking, licking, kissing, he was doing everything he could, addicted to your taste and scent. God, your pussy was delicious. He almost damned Yuuji and Mai for taking this long to introduce you to him. For taking so long to let him date you. For taking so long to let him please you.Β
βChoso, fuck!β
He was feining for it, the way you were moaning his name like a prayer, and his mouth was something to believe in. Thatβs why you started gripping his headboard, shamelessly grinding your pussy across his face as you feel your orgasm approaching. You look down at him with those pretty doe eyes, and when they meet his, he starts licking your clit, flapping his tongue as he drew circles around it. Every cycle, every rotation, it was too much.
βI-I-β
You didnβt have to finish that sentence. Knew the second he felt your pussy spasm against his tongue, cumming in his mouth as he continued pleasing you, gripping your hips so you couldnβt move as you rode out your high. Finally, when you started whimpering from overstimulation, he decided to let you go, but you werenβt getting off that easy. Within seconds, Choso had you on your back, legs wide open, as he slid his dick inside your pussy.
The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself.
You honestly didnβt know you could cum that hard, let alone moan that loudly; so grateful the room next to them was vacant. But it wasnβt until Choso started fucking you slowly that you were losing yourself. He wanted to give you some time to adjust, but you were just so damn sexy, pretty face with an even prettier-
βMore, please.β
He was hearing things, for sure. There was no way you were begging him to fuck you, but he fuckinβ liked it.
βMore what? Tell me.β
βFuck me, Choso.β
He didnβt have time to tease you anymore; his dick was aching so bad it could shatter. So, he gave you exactly what you wanted. At first, he kept a steady pace, gripping the sides of your pillow as his hips made you arch your back into him, but fuck, he needed wanted more.Β
βIβm gonna fuck you a little faster now, that okay?β
βYes, baby, just give it to me.β
Jesus, you were just trying to drive him insane. That pretty voice of yours calling him baby, he was already grateful you agreed to go on that date with him, but he didnβt expect this to happen (he was hoping heβd fuck you after the second or third date). He sat back on his legs as he lifted your hips to take him deeper, making you repeatedly groan his name. But, nothing could prepare you for how he began fucking you, fast and deep; he fucked you like he needed you, like he fuckinβ craved you. He couldnβt keep your name out of his mouth when he felt your pussy pulling him back in again every time he fell back to fuck you deeper. He started daydreaming about you a bit, what your next date would be like, seeing you every day, walking you to class, and then fucking you after you two completed classwork. The sound of your juices spilling out of your pussy onto his dick snapped him out of it, relishing in the sounds of your wetness and the claps of your ass every time he brought your body onto his. You felt so damn good, bringing your fingers up to touch his chest as he looked you in the eyes. And every time you looked away, he brought a hand up to put your eyes back on his. Because he needed to see how his dick made you feel and show you how good your pussy was taking it.Β
βI gotta cum baby, need you to cum for me first.β
He pulled out, laying down to eat your pussy again, rutting his dick into his sheets. And when he made you cum for the second time, he slipped back inside, feeling your pussy pulsing with the waves of your orgasm. He came to the sounds of you squealing his name, your pussy milking him for all heβs worth.
My heart, it can't rest 'til then.
That was the best sex the two of you had ever had. It left you both panting, backs on the bed, mind hazy. Choso looked over at you, watching your tits rise and fall with every breath you took; he had to look away before he fucked you again, not that he wouldnβt mind. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes, and he swore he would melt. He brought you up to him, kissing you softly as he pulled a blanket over the two of you. You laid your head on his chest, following with his arm wrapping around your back and waist.
βSo, wanna go on another date?β
Oh, I can't wait to see you again.
β± the song used in this story is see you again (rock mafia remix) by miley cyrus. π€
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from siren by alicia drayton.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! one of my favorite songs; hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Full moon sitting in the darkest night.
βSo, sounds fun, right?β
βHuh? Yeah, sure.β
You kinda just agreed to whatever Mai said, busy doing your makeup and humming to the music playing from your speaker. But it wasnβt until a few hours later that you realized what youβd agreed to. You both were sitting outside now, waiting for Yuuji to pick you up, but he was ten minutes late. When he did pull up, he parked fast, seeing Maiβs already irritated expression. Hesitantly, he walked over to where you both stood.Β
βHeyyyyyβ¦β
Mai pushed past him, brushing off his attempt at a hug.
βSave it, bitch.β
Yuuji ran before her, opening the door, which she thanked him for in the form of a sneer. He looked at you next, hoping for a more positive reaction as he guided you to the backseat.
βAre you mad at me too?β
βIf I were, it would be in good reason. Youβre late.β
He closed the door behind you and scrambled to the driverβs seat, promptly turning on the car and attempting to show he was in a rush.
βLook, Iβm sorry, I ended up-β
βJust drive, Yuuji!β
Mai wasnβt giving him a break; not like he deserved one. He huffed and put the car in drive, taking off. You guys were going to a car meet; Yuuji was excited to show off the car heβd just finished modding, a WRX or something like that. To be honest, you didnβt know too much about cars, except what Yuuji would tell you, but that would involve you paying attention. Nonetheless, you wanted to be a supportive friend, so here you were.
Feel a breeze, smoking trees, cloudy in the ride.
Yuuji pulled up to a lot full of cars, parking in an empty spot towards the middle of the row. You noticed some cars in an intersection next to the lot, driving in circles as people hung out the windows. You werenβt gonna lie; it looked a little fun, dangerous, but fun. Yuuji got out, opening each of your doors.
βSo, Iβll probably stay here if anyone asks questions about my ride, but feel free to check things out!β
βYou brought us here so we could frolic around? Yuuji, youβve gotta be shittinβ me right now.β
βNow, donβt say it like that. It makes me sound like an asshole.β
The both of you looked at him with a deadpan expression, but then he gave those puppy dog eyes, causing Mai to rub down her face.
βFine, but you owe us big time. Letβs go see what they're doing in the circle over there.β
With that, you and Mai walked off. Yuuji told you to stay safe, but Maiβs reply was a middle finger. The air was smoky and smelled like burnt rubber, but you guys still pushed through the crowd to see the action. Cars were drifting in a circle now, another car coming in the rotation, probably the most dangerous thing youβve ever seen.
Two of the cars drifting had pulled off to the side, and from what you could tell, the drivers were arguing. A couple of guys tried to break it up, but one flipped the other guy off as they both hopped in the driver's seat.
Narrow roads, so many caution signs.
βShit, theyβre about to race!β
You hadnβt even heard Yuuji walk up behind you guys, Mai looking back at him with a smirk.
βSo, why arenβt you with your βrideβ? No takers?β
Yuuji huffed, making her laugh triumphantly. The circle began to shift, noticing a gap opening as the two cars revved, one all white and the other blue with a black stripe across the side. You found the white one more tasteful, pointing at it and looking back at Yuuji.
βOh, that one? An Audi S5. Other oneβs a Scat.β
You nodded like you knew what he meant and looked back as some shirtless guy got between the cars, throwing it down. Instantly, both cars take off, the white one gapping the blue one by a long shot.
βI donβt know why he even bothered. The launch on the S5 is insane.β
As the cars finished, people began cheering; even Mai was clapping and nodding. They drove back to the lot where the cars were lined up. The Scat driver handed the S5 driver a wad of cash, returned to his car, and drove off.
βDamn, sore loser. Anyway, I wanna meet the guy who drove the S5. Yβall sit tight, okay?β
Before Mai could even curse him out, Yuuji had run off. You two scoffed and sat on the hood of his car.
βSo, you upgraded the intercooler? I did the same to mine, itβs a W-β
βWelcome back, fucker. You brought a friend?β
Yuuji had returned to the car with a guy, and damn he was hot. You were too busy staring at his abs pressed against that black tee he was wearing or the outline of something that surely wasnβt his wallet in his sweats to stop Mai from chewing Yuuji out.
βThis is Choso; heβs driving the S5.β
Shotgun sippinβ; rollin' with the tide.
Choso looked at you and licked his lips, sending something down to your-
βNice to meet you, really nice to meet you.β
You were blushing like crazy. Was he flirting with you? You were too enthralled to notice Yuuji and Mai going back and forth in the background.
βNice to meet you, too.β
βSo, you guys stayin' around for shots? Iβd hate to see you go so early.β
Oh, he was definitely flirting with you.
βDepends. Want me to stay?
βIf thatβs fine with you, princess.β
βWhat we drinkinβ?β
βYour choice.β
βHm, whatever your drinkinβ.β
He looked up and down at you, smirking a bit.
βIβve got something in mind.β
βIs that so?β
βUM HELLO!β
You both turned to look at Mai, who had a surprised look on her face as Yuuji stood there in shock. Choso cleared his throat and gave an awkward smile to Mai.
βThat is if you want to stay too, Mai.β
βWell, depends. What do you wanna drink, other than my best friend?β
You choked on your spit as your body jolted at Maiβs question. Yuuji began to laugh uncontrollably, walking up to Choso and slapping him on the back.
βDonβt worry, I got tequila in the trunk.β
βOh shit, what kind?β
βTerramana, of course.β
βMy man. I gotta bottle, too; Iβll go grab it.β
With that, Choso and Yuuji split. Mai gave you that look.
βDidnβt know you liked car guys.β
βI do now.β
You both laughed as she wrapped her arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. Shortly, Choso and Yuuji were back.
βLetβs get lit, fuckers.β
Want you to love me like you do that S5.
You knew Yuuji and Choso had at least three shots, but right now, they both were going on about the mods they did on their cars. You had found yourselves back in the circle of people drifting.
βLooks fun, huh?β
βYeah, a fun death trap.β
βNonsense, people do it all the time.β
Choso looked over at Yuuji, both of them with the expression that they were up to something.
Oh my, Ima give you the ride of your life.
You found yourself in Chosoβs passenger seat, staring at Mai in Yuujiβs across the circle. You canβt believe you got dragged into this; what the fuck were you-
Chosoβs hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing the skin there as he looked at you with a smirk.
βNervous? Donβt worry, princess. I got you.β
It took everything in you not to jump on him then and there. Those pet names were dangerous; every time he called you princess, it sent signals down below, practically screaming at you to relieve it. You hadnβt even realized his hand had moved to the gear shift, veins in his hand flexing as he revved the engine. Then, you were taking off.
You swear you just died. The whole time, you could hear the rubber screeching smoke lifting off the tires as Choso and Yuuji spun against each other. Halfway through, you saw Mai climb through the window; you did the same, and man, was it fun. Both of them parked and spilled out of the car, laughing and giving each other a high five, panting with adrenaline. You walked over to Mai, who looked like she was 10 seconds away from barfing.
βYou good, girl?β
βI think I mightβve pissed myself.β
The boys walked back over, calmed down as the high wore off. Choso wrapped his arm around your waist, and boy, was that physically effective. Yuuji patted Maiβs back, giving him an annoyed look as she sat up straight. He smiled at her with open eyes, signaling something to her. She caught on fast because then she said:
βYuujiβs gonna drive me home; Choso lives on the same side of town as you, so heβll be takinβ you home. That okay?β
Oh, they were on some shit. But obviously, the two of you were, too.
βYeah, thatβs fine with me. Choso?β
βSounds good, princess.β
I swear, I would die for you.
You waved bye to Mai as Yuuji helped her into the car, giving you a wink as Yuuji drove off. Choso guided you back to his car, opening the passenger door. Once you got in, you had a good look around, too nervous to check things out the first time you got in it. Damn, this was nice. He had red leather seats and ambient red lighting around the car. Shit, how much did this car cost? Choso got in the car and put his foot down on the pedal, starting the car as he adjusted the air conditioning.
βYou cold?β
βJust a little.β
βDonβt worry, Iβll warm you up.β
Oh, you were warm, alright. Itβs like every word he spoke had a sexual undertone because here you were, getting wet over a question about the AC. He reached over and turned on the heated seat for you, smirking as he pressed the button. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing back and forth; all you could focus on was how close he was to touching your pussy. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, causing you to squirm your legs. It hadnβt gone unnoticed him smiling as he bit his lip.
βReady?β
Ready for what? At that point, you gave up the idea of celibacy for the night, like you had any intentions to not fuck him in the first place. Now, you knew this wasnβt a good idea. The both of you were tipsy, and it was probably reckless to have him drive. But then again, he had just drifted the car thirty minutes ago, so heβd be fine, right?
βYeah, letβs go.β
You know I'd risk my life for you.
We fit so perfectly, in need of your affection.
The ride back to your house was pretty fast, considering Choso ran every red light and was going 20 over the speed limit. You had half a mind to hold the handlebars on the car's roof, but you weren't doing anything with Choso's hand rubbing you through your shorts. Your body began to react to it, closing your legs a bit, but it was all in vain when he brought your thigh towards him, opening your legs wider.Β
βDonβt go runninβ from me, princess. Promise, I donβt bite. Unless you want me to.β
You held everything in, taking the depths of your resolve to stop you from shamelessly asking him to fuck you in the car. He was definitely holding it in, too, a tent peeking out of those gray sweats, and fuck, you could tell, he had a big-
βWeβre here, sweetheart.β
You sigh in relief as you realize you were in your apartmentβs parking lot. He came around to open your door, those hungry eyes gazing at you as you climbed out of the seat. As soon as you were out of the car, Choso had you pinned against it, claiming your mouth as his as he grabbed your waist. Those eyes might have been hungry, but his mouth was greedy. He had moved onto your neck, sucking the skin there. Fuck, you were still outside, and you were sure heβd fuck you right here if you let him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you to your apartment.
βLetβs go.β
I think I want more.
You couldnβt open that damn door fast enough. As soon as you turned around to lock it, Choso was behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your ass as he ground it against his painfully hard dick. He flipped you towards him, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
βWhich room?β
βFurthest back.β
Oh, yeah, I need more of your intensity.
Choso damn near threw you on the bed, taking his shirt off as fast as possible. You didnβt even get a chance to check out his abs; he was already on you, bringing your shirt up and sucking the skin on your chest as he pulled it over your head. You watched as he unbuckled your shorts, swiftly pulling them and your panties down. The only thing left was your bra, which was not of concern right now, considering he had pulled it down so your tits could spill out. He groaned as he brought his mouth down to your nipple, bringing his fingers up to pump in and out of your pussy. Now, he was usually a bit more gentle than this; take it real slow and careful. But you two had been edging each other all night, and he needed to taste you. Now.
Love when you speed; no need to speak.Β
The first swipe of his tongue nearly had you crashing, having been teased for twenty minutes in the car. It wasnβt until he slipped his tongue in you that you had to pull your strength together to not cum so fast.
βCum for me, princess. Stop holding back.β
God, his voice was too much. So much, you came on his face, just like he asked you to. He groaned as he slurped up your juices, face completely covered in your essence, but he honestly did not give a single fuck. He was a man in heaven. He grabbed both your thighs and pinned your body down, eating you out for a second round, craving how your body jerked when he made you cum. This time, you didnβt have the will to hold out. Still recovering from the first orgasm, the second wasnβt far behind. You groaned his name in defeat, knowing you were about to cum again.
βChosoβ¦β
βMhm, baby. Give it to me.β
In seconds, your body was moving out of your control again, gripping his hair and pinning his face to your pussy. As you came down, you ground your hips against his face, making him chuckle.
βFuck, I need you, princess.β
I know you want moreβ¦
Choso couldnβt get his pants off fast enough. His dick was about to jump out his boxers; if he got any harder, it probably wouldβve ripped through them. Positioning himself over top of you, he kissed you and brought his finger up to put your wetness on his shaft.
βReady for me?β
You gave him a nod, gripping his shoulders as he slid inside you. Once he was all the way in, he brought his lips down to your neck, experimentally pulling his hips back and forth slowly, making sure you had adjusted to his size. Fortunately for him, teasing for hours and two orgasms later, you took him instantly. Damn, he was big. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out, arching your back off the bed as he fucked you steadily. His face was inches away from yours, every couple of thrusts coming down to kiss you, throwing his head back to get his hair out of his face, damp with sweat from how good he was fucking you. And you were sure to let him know just how good he was giving it to you, moaning his name out like a damn siren, pulling him into your pussy as he picked up the pace.
β¦Ima give you more.
Fast, deep, slow, he didnβt care. He was gonna give it to you however you needed wanted it. He didnβt expect you to want to ride him, though, climbing over him and sinking down on his dick; boy wasnβt that a sight to see. He was losing his mind; you fucked him at a fast pace, tits jumping every time you brought your pussy back down to his hips. Fuck, you were perfect. You were doing magic on him, had to be; he swears heβs never had pussy this good. At this point, he needed to see you crumble again, so he took some initiative and grabbed your hips, fucking his dick into you rapidly.
βChoso, oh my god!β
βYou like that princess?β
You were too fucked out to answer. Every thrust made you dizzy, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Then there was that goddamn look on his face. His eyes were on you like a wild animal, groaning as you slid up and down his shaft. You wanted to see how much of a reaction you could get out of him, rolling your hips as his eyes rolled back. He was gonna cum soon, but he needed you to cum first.
Want you to love me like you do that S5, oh my.
Heβs back on top, bringing your thighs up to his chest, getting as deep as possible. You were a blabbering mess at this point, and all he could do was smile as you tried to grab at the sheets, pussy about to give in at any second. With a quick dive, his lips came up to yours, his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. Every moan you gave went into his mouth, tongue exploring it as you came undone on his dick. And it felt fucking amazing. Your pussy clenched down on him, driving him crazy, your body squirming as you came hard from your third orgasm of the night.
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
He was done for. The feeling of your pussy tightening on him was too much, your moans of his name sounding like music to his ears. He didnβt even care anymore. Shamelessly, he moaned your name and whimpered into your neck as he came. God, it was like a fucking firecracker, his body feeling things it hadn't felt before. He had only fucked you this once, but fuck, he was addicted. He fell to your side, panting for a bit before getting up.
βWhereβs your bathroom?β
I swear I would die for you.
He returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning the cum from your pussy and stomach, chuckling when you whimpered from the overstimulation of him cleaning around your clit. When he was done, he came and laid beside you, bringing you into his arms. You felt his head rest on yours, kissing your forehead lightly. Then, you realized that he would have to drive-
βCan I stay the night?β
βHm, maybe. What do I get in return?β
βIf youβre good, another round when we wake up.β
βI guess thatβs better than you driving home drunk.β
βYou mean βus.β Iβm sleeping with you either way.β
You know I'd risk my life for you.
β± the song used in this story is siren by alicia drayton.π€Β
(I wrote this whole fic based on the Audi S5 she mentions in the song; i know nothing about cars. π)
πππ ππππππ : choso x fem reader
πππ πππ : choso just couldnβt wait for you and him to be acquainted.
πππ ππππ : college au, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?
πππ πππππππ : 5.3K
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from acquainted by the weeknd.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably my favorite yet. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Baby, you're no good 'cause they warned me βbout your type.
βYeah, no.β
βWhat do you mean no?β
βI mean, NO. Sheβs bad news, dude.β
βHow do you know?β
βWell, I donβt. She just gives off the vibe that sheβd break your heart or somethin'.β
βHowβs that?β
βWell, sheβs out of your league, first of all. Youβre kinda awkward, and I canβt tell if youβre celibate or just canβt get laid. That and sheβs pretty friendly with everyone.β
βShouldnβt she be friendly?β
βYeah, a little too friendly. A jealous motherfucker like you wouldnβt stand a chance.β
βShe wouldnβt be that way if she was in a relationship, right?β
Yuuji raised his eyebrow and threw his arms up.
βThe world may never know. That is unlessβ¦you wanna know?β
Choso rolled his eyes, following Yuuji to class.
Baby, you're no good; I think I fell for you.
Little did Yuuji know Choso was already in love with you. As much as heβd try not to, he couldnβt help but see you walking around campus.Β
Pretty face adorned with sparkly lipgloss, your hair always down, giving a slight view of your hoop earrings. You usually wore a little locket necklace, never telling anyone what was inside, sitting atop a pink shirt that your tits always looked great in. Then a miniskirt that, depending on the breeze that day, gave a sneak peek of your ass. Then, the heels you wear, except for the winter when you wore a cute pair of boots with leggings, he could practically see through them. It was tough when he was in class with you; you raised your hand to answer a question, a French manicure, and the clinking of your bangles that were practically ASMR for him. Then, there were your books that, when some random guy wasnβt offering to hold them, pressed against your chest, making your breasts lift as you walked. Sometimes, youβd wear a perfume that smelled like cake; other days, vanilla, pretty hard to miss as you walked by. Then there was your skin, always glowing like you drank from the fountain of youth or something, legs smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. Sometimes, you had a pair of stockings or thigh highs that covered them, ending a little lower than where your skirt ended; god forbid you bent over, which you were careful never to do, usually asking someone to pick something up for you. You never touched a door either; sure, it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, running around like your puppies ready for a task; sometimes you gave them one, theyβd run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you parted your lips so sexily to take in and suck.Β
It's not like he was paying attention or anything.
You got me puttin' time in.
Now, Choso wasnβt terrible at talking to girls, sometimes getting approached but a little too awkward to continue the conversation. Then again, he had the hots for you, so it was hard to look at anyone else. Heβd got it in his mind that heβd talk to you one of these days. Maybe heβd ask you out on a date, but he wouldnβt know how heβd react if you rejected him; in light of that, he never said anything to you, just an awkward look if you guys ever made eye contact, which you always gave him a confident one, followed by a wave. But all that was thrown out the window right now. He was too shocked that you were standing in front of him to hear what youβd said; your face had one of those optimistic looks, hands sitting on his desk in the library as your arms squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him.
βHello, earth to Choso, you there?β
βSorry, could you repeat that?β
Your skirt sat particularly short on your hips today, your belly button ring gleaming with a little heart at the end, but his eyes drifted to your waistline, a little bit of a pink fabric peeking ever so slightly out the top of your denim-
βI said, βHey, Choso! Whatβs up?ββ
βOh, sorry. Not much, how about you?β
βOh, nothinβ; saw you were sittinβ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?β
It was more than okay. He had to shift in his seat, boner becoming irritably hard against his thigh.
βYeah, thatβs fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?β
βSure! So, whatcha workin' on?β
βOh, Iβm just studying for the statistics exam.β
βThat class is super hard! I feel like Iβm not getting any of it.β
He took that as his one-way ticket to testing the waters with you.
βI could, um, tutor you if you want.β
βReally? Youβd do that for me?β
You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits calling out as you shifted towards him in the seat. He couldnβt take his eyes off them, but he knew he had to focus if this was gonna work at all.
βYeah, itβs no problem.β
βPerfect, when are you free?
He was free anytime for you.
βUh, Iβm free after classes; what about you?β
βHmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably wonβt work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I canβt forget Nobaraβs party on Friday!β
βSo, Wednesday?β
βPerfect! Weβd just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.β
He looked at your nails; nothing looked bad about them, so he was confused. He hadnβt realized how busy you were, which explained why you didnβt have a boyfriend. But that only made him feel worse.
βI think your nails are nice like that?β
You were blushing now, bringing a hand out in front of you two.
βYa think so? I was thinking of changing the color; I've changed my mind since last week.β
Your phone got a ring; he noticed it was Mai, a girl heβd often see you walking around with. Happily, you answered it.
βHey babe, what's up?β
He couldn't hear what Mai was saying to you on the phone, but fuck, he wished you'd answer the phone like that for him. That's when it struck him that he hadn't even-
βSorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.β
βSisters?β
βYeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!β
You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Chosoβs hand, writing down your phone number.
βThere ya go, put it in fast so it doesnβt wash off, 'kay? Bye, cutie!β
With that, you walked away. See, this is where Choso was fucked; he had to think about when he should text you, now, later today, or Wednesday? That and his boner. He hurried up and shuffled to his and Yuujiβs dorm room, using his backpack to cover his crotch.
Nobody got me feeling this way.
βYOU GOT HER NUMBER?β
βYes, but itβs because Iβm tutoring her.β
βSo, you and her, alone. βStudyingβ.β
βYes, Yuuji, now fuck off!β
When Choso told Yuuji about the exchange earlier, he was convinced you were on something.
βSo, she just randomly walked up to you? Isnβt that weird?β
βIs it that foreign for someone to want to talk to me?β
Yuuji looked him up and down, giving him that look. Choso scoffed and continued typing up his essay. He couldnβt stop thinking about you, if he was being honest. He tried his best to put off texting you, but that lasted all but 4 hours.
βHey. Itβs Choso.β
He sighed as he threw his head back. He was feeling a bit stupid, to be honest. For all he knew, you had been dared to talk to him, or it was a little game you came up with. Still, he knew it wasnβt in your character to do something like that, but his self-loathing told him otherwise. All of a sudden, though, his screen lit up.
βhaiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3β
βYeah, what time?β
βletβs do 5, 'kay?β
βSounds good.β
βyay! see you then :p.β
When Wednesday came around, Choso was nervous all day. Yuuji teased him for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only βstudying.β Choso had seen you in class with the usual demeanor and look, but instead, today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, which went straight to his dick. It had been 4:55, and he was pacing his room, trying to mentally and physically prepare to be alone with you for the next hour or so. But then five came, then 5:05, then-
A knock at the door, which he was praying, wasn't Yuuji coming back to the room; he told Choso earlier he was gonna spend the night out βIn case something happened.β Much to Chosoβs bliss, it was you, panting a bit.Β
βI'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! Youβre not too mad at me, are you?β
Choso had realized you had a different shirt on when he opened the door. This one was a lower cut, your cleavage on full display, the bottom short cropped. Damn, you looked good.
βYouβre fine; come in.β
βOoo, thanks!β
You walked into the room, and he waited for you to say something; his room was pretty much clean, except for a pair of socks Yuuji left on the floor. Instead, you smile at him, then bend over to set your purse and books- fuck, you bent over. Choso looked at every single item in the room, anything to not stare at your ass in his peripheral vision. Quickly, you got up and turned around, Choso flustered as ever.
βSomethinβ wrong?β
βUh, noβ¦letβs get started.β
An hour passed, and Choso was shocked at his level of resolve. He tried his best to help you and pay attention to the papers in front of you, but fuck, your tits looked great from this angle.
βAll done! I think this is the best Iβve ever done! Thank you so so much!β
You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him into a hug that made his breath rapid. You pulled back from him now, still hugging him, as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Choso was much taller than you, so he was getting quite the view, but that came with him looking the most flustered heβs ever been. You let go with a giggle, walking over to sit on his bed. He watched you sit back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. God, you looked cute, even better that you were sitting on HIS bed.
βHey, Choso?β
βYeah?β
βI need your help with something.β
βWhatβs up?β
You got me touchin' on your bodyβ¦
He walked over to you with a confused look on his face. What could you possibly want? You guys had already studied, which is what you both agreed to; maybe another class-
You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.
He was about to fucking die. He couldnβt help but pinch himself; he had to be dreaming. It was already surprising to him that you were in his room, but you practically asking him to touch your pussy was an enigma. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.
βThat is, if you wanna.β
Choso started melting, but he wouldnβt let this opportunity pass him by. With urgency, he dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. God, he could smell you; it was making him hungry. Then there was your thong soaked from your wetness, leading him to wonder how long you wanted this. The print of your lips against the fabric was about to send him over. He brought his hands up your legs, the feeling of your plush thighs making him ache, all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He wasted no time grabbing the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming. He experimentally brought his fingers up to spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He almost passed out, but that was the last thing he needed to start his mission.
Choso brought his lips down to your pussy, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. You were moaning, body arching as you found your fingers in his hair. Fuck you tasted good. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making the most out of this situation and simultaneously making you whimper.
βChosoβ¦.β
You sounded so fucking good. Every moan of his name went straight to his dick, which was looking to rub against anything to get some relief. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. He explored your walls carefully, but it wasnβt until he curled his fingers that he really got a rise out of you.
βFuck, right there, donβt stop!β
He was a damn good listener. He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. He was in disbelief; he was the one making you feel like this. Moan like this. Cum like this. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way that brought him out of his hazy state. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back. Choso was in fucking heaven. You were panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched; you were a sight to see. You began to come back to earth, sitting up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but itβs not like he fuckin' cared.
βCome here.β
Your usual bubbly demeanor left the second you came, grabbing Choso by his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, you were so hot, all of his senses were filled with you, he was gonna lose his-
I know I'd rather be complacent.
He fucking came on himself. Simultaneously, your phone began to ring, the same tone as the other day when Mai called you. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone. God, he praised himself for wearing back sweats that day. Luckily for him, it didnβt seem you noticed, picking up the phone and smiling. Just like that, you were back to your usual self.
βHey, hey!β
Mai said something to you as Choso went to his drawer, already looking for a set of underwear and pants to replace the ones he accidentally soaked. You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.
βBut Maiiii, Iβm doing something super important!β
You looked at him from head to toe, smirking as you continued talking. Fuck, what were you guys talking about?
βUgh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.β
You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.
βYou gotta go?β
βYeah, but I really donβt want to!β
βItβs fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.β
You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; this time, he really couldnβt look because he knew his dick would probably betray him. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
βBye, cutie!β
βUm, bye.β
Choso took a shower as soon as you left, in which he had to relieve himself from the events of today. Itβs like he couldnβt get your taste you out of his head; every time he tried to focus on his essay, you were there. It didnβt help when he found your thong on the floor beside his bed. Shit, he hadnβt even thought to put them back on you. Quickly, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them.
βoopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)β
Fuck, you were dangerous.
Girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.
Baby, you're no good.
βYOU DID WHAT?β
βShut the fuck up, you're gonna wake the whole hall!β
βLet me get this straight, you fucked her?β
βNo, yes, well, not exactly. I, you knowβ¦β
βAwe shit, she sucked your-β
βNO, YUUJI, JESUS.β
βSo, what did you- Holy shit, you gave her head!β
Choso became flustered, never really having a conversation with Yuuji about his sex life, but Yuuji was more than open about his.
βYes, I gave her head.β
βYOU MOTHERFUCKER!β
βShut. The. Fuck. Up! Youβre too damn loud!β
βSorry, sorry. Itβs not like I didnβt believe in you or anything, but a girl like that? I probably wouldβve cum on myself.β
Now, Choso knew you were busy, but that didnβt stop him from wanting to see you again. Heβd remembered everything you said you had to do, so he figured heβd talk to you again at Nobaraβs party. He was initially going because Nobara was a mutual friend through Yuuji, but now, he had a way better reason. You guys had seen each other around the halls Thursday, you giving him a wink every time you saw him, and heβd return it with a blush and grin. He hadnβt texted you either, trying to be considerate of your time, but as Friday afternoon came along, you appeared to be distant with him. He was nervous at this point. What if he was over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each otherβs rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that maybe you had realized he came on himself, which hurt his feelings pretty bad. I mean, he couldnβt help it; spontaneous oral on the girl heβd liked for months now, he was already in bad shape to begin with. But, fuck, he missed you.
All my homies think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately.
Nobaraβs party could be heard down the street, some AirBnb, all your sisters put in on. Choso couldnβt lie; it was pretty nice, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. He and Yuuji had shuffled their way into the house, Yuuji immediately looking for something to drink that was far from water. Once he found a bottle of tequila, he poured him and Choso a couple of shots, both throwing them back like it was nothing. Yuuji seemed to know everyone at this party, sparking conversation with damn near anyone that walked by. He and Choso found their way to the backyard, sitting in the little patio section next to the pool.
βSo, did you text her yet?β
βNo, Iβm pretty sure sheβs upset with me about something.β
βCause sheβs been giving you the silent treatment?β
βSomething like that.β
βWell, sheβs obviously not giving it to him.β
But really, if I could, I'd forget about you.
Yuuji pointed to you on the other side of the pool, talking to some guy. You held a cup, presumably with alcohol, but what you were wearing was the kicker. You hadnβt bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which wasnβt doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; they were basically underwear with how high they came up, the underside of your ass on display. You were leaning into the guy, obviously in deep conversation. The guy, however, was getting an eyeful; he couldnβt even make eye contact with you because he was staring so intently at your chest.Β
You got me puttin' time in.
Choso couldnβt lie, it pissed him off real bad. He couldnβt tell if it was because you were talking to this guy and not him or because the guy was looking at you so inappropriately; it wasnβt like he was one to talk. But his jaw locked as he saw the guy slip a hand onto your waist as you stumbled a bit, and you didnβt stop him.
βSheβs free to do what she wants.β
βYeah, sheβs doinβ what she wants, alright. Your face was in her pussy on Wednesday, and sheβs probably gonna do the same to him tonight.β
Nobody got me feeling this way.
Yuujiβs comment had put a fire under Chosoβs ass. Immediately, he got up from where he and Yuuji sat, heading straight towards you.
βTold you, you were jealous, bitch!β
Now, Choso wasnβt the confrontational type, but three shots in, he felt a little bit of that liquid courage. Heβd closed the gap between the patio and the pool quickly, focused on getting to you; as he walked up, he could hear you giggling at whatever that fucker was saying. You turned your head in surprise, an awkward smile on your face as Choso grabbed your arm.
βGonna borrow her right quick.β
Choso could hear the guy cursing him out in confusion as he walked away with you, but if anyone was confused, it was you.
You got me touchin' on your bodyβ¦.
Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He found an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him.
βChoso, what the actual fuck?β
βWhat are you doing, huh?β
βWhat am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?β
βWhat do you mean?β
βI mean, you havenβt talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like Iβm the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?β
βOf course it did! I havenβt texted you because I wanted to give you space!β
βI couldβve made time for you! I donβt wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-β
To say that we're in love is dangerousβ¦
Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. Thatβs why you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free.
βSo, who the fuck was that?β
He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly.
βA friend, what are you, jealous?β
He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him intently.
βDepends.β
βOn?β
But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.
Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you.
βIβm your friend too, no?β
βSomething like that.β
He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.
βYou let all your friends eat your pussy?β
Ever since I met you, I couldn't believe what you did.
You couldnβt answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. Choso was a bit more familiar with you now; he knew you liked it when he fucked you with his tongue and that you moan a little harder when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. But, god, you were intoxicating. He missed the taste of your pre-cum on his lips, shamelessly saturating his whole face with your juices. That is until he pulled his face back, teasing you.
βAnswer me, princess.β
βNo, I don't.β
That made him hungry, greedy even. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you.
Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it was all in vain because when you came, your body came undone. You buck your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. You were fucking beautiful. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he saw your tits rise and fall from all the panting you were doing. He figured it wasnβt too bad to give you another orgasm; you looked so fucking hot coming down that he couldnβt resist drinking your cum as he brought his thumb to your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.
Now, Choso felt a little adventurous, bringing his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didnβt know where all this nerve came from, presumably because heβs made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didnβt give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; itβs not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name like a symphony, pulling them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.
βChoso, Iβm, I, fuck!β
So comfort meβ¦
Choso smirked into your pussy as you came, falling over onto the bed immediately. He was kissing you now, soft and sweet, like he didnβt intend to fuck the shit out of you. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. He enjoyed the view of you, spent and gasping for air, bucking your hips slowly as you waited for him to fuck you. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation.
βHm, that doesnβt make sense then, does it?β
βYouβre more than a friend, Choso.β
At this point, heβd taken everything but his boxers off, dick almost stabbing out the front of his briefs. He took them off quickly, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch. Messily, he brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his shaft as he looked down at you.
βMore than a friend, huh?β
Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.
βYes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!β
βNo problem.β
He slammed his hips into yours, making you groan. He gripped you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could see your pretty face as you took him so well.
Β βWhen was the last time you got fucked?β
βMonths ago.β
βSo, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?β
He began that slow pace again, scratching his back as he reached the deepest parts of you.
βNo, I liked you for a while! Thought you didnβt like me βtil I met you in the library!β
He couldnβt fucking believe it. This entire time youβd been waiting for him to make a move, and he was too fucking pussy to do it. Well, heβll make it up to you now by fucking your pussy. He hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. And god, you were sexy. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time heβd give you a hard thrust to get a rise out of you.
βI want you, princess.β
To be fair, you hadnβt really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; theyβd just ogle you, but you wanted someone whoβd claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didnβt have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way heβd moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didnβt wanna come down.
βThen, Iβm yours.β
Ain't no rush from me.
That was enough for Choso. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. He prayed youβd cum soon because heβd be down for the count here shortly, panting into the side of your neck as he took you. And take you, he did, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didnβt know you had it in you, nor did Choso, because he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you. Your pussy was like fucking heaven, taking his cum so well as your hands fell to your side, too fucked out to move.
Iβll keep on touchin' on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerousβ¦
Choso fell beside you, exhausted as ever. He was grateful heβd taken precautionary measures and relieved himself before he came to the party cause he surely wouldβve cum the second he felt your pussy. He looked over at you; he could tell you were pretty damn tired; who wouldnβt be after he made you cum so many times. So, he helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car. He shot Yuuji a text to let him know he was leaving, choosing to leave out the details of what he had been doing for the past hour and a half. After getting you in the car, he got in the driverβs seat and started it.
βIma take ya home, okay?β
You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it.
βWanna go home with you!β
βWhatever ya want, princess.β
Choso gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, removing your clothes and helping you get into one of his t-shirts. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest, letting you get comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.
βNight, baby!β
You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.
βBabyβ, huh? He could get used to that.
But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.
β± the song used in this story is acquainted by the weeknd. π€
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from bb by shygirl.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! racer choso is back by popular demand, i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
I like bad boys, and I know they love me.
When Choso first saw you, you leaned against a GT-R, talking to a guy next to you, another girl in the passenger seat. God, you were sexy. You wore a black patent leather dress and red heels to match. You had your hair up in one of those claw clips and wore a pair of red shades, a gloss covering your lips as you smoked your cigarette. Your legs were on full display, a couple of tattoos here and there, and the chain that adorned your ankle didnβt go unnoticed either. He hadnβt seen you around before, but he was sure he wouldβve noticed you out of all the girls who came out and took photos with the cars or stringing with their boyfriends. You were far too relaxed talking to the guy next to you, definitely not the behavior of someone whom youβd just met, so he figured he was your boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, Choso didnβt fucking care.
They say I've got a type; I just think they're lonely.
He walked up to the guy to start a conversation, shaking his hand, intending to use it to talk to you. He had to be respectful before he stole his girl, right?
βHey, Choso.β
βYuuji, whatβs up.β
βDonβt think Iβve seen you here before.β
βYouβd be right, came out to support a friend.β
Choso pointed past him to the car; damn, she was a beauty. Looked full bolt-on, sitting on bags with a badass body kit, but the cherry red wrap really drew him in, presumably your suggestion to Yuuji.
βFuckinβ nice, dude, whatβs it running on?β
βE85.β
You walked around the car, interrupting their conversation. You leaned on the hood as you looked at Choso, him taking a surprised look at you and then back at Yuuji, who was currently chuckling.
βSounds like she knows her stuff, huh.β
ββCause itβs hers.β
You smile at him and wave, bringing your cigarette up to take a puff again. Choso was in shock, smirking at the little joke both of you were trying to pull.
βYeah, no way.β
βWhatβs that supposed to mean?β
βIt means a pretty girl like you isnβt whippin' a ride like this.β
βYeah? Whyβs that? Give me the least sexist reason you have.β
Choso wiped down his face in disbelief.
βNow, fuck off while I still think you're cute.β
Choso gave a look to Yuuji, who gave one back that said oh well, dude. Choso didnβt have a lot of flaws, but there was one that was pretty damn big- his fuckinβ ego.
It's cold on these streets, or so they tell me.
βSo race me, princess.β
βWhatcha drivinβ?β
βTwin turbo MK5 Supra.β
You started laughing at him, taking your shades off to get a good look at him.
βAt least make it worth my while!β
βReally? Then why not? You sound pretty fuckinβ confident.β
You get up from the hood now, throwing your cigarette on the ground and stepping on it as you give him a straight look. A Supra was nothing to sneer at, especially with twin-turbo, but it had nothing on your GT-R runninβ 1800 HP.
βBecause I know Iβd fuckinβ win. Iβd hate to beat you in front of everyone, considering Iβm new here.β
βIf youβre so sure, let me see you do it.β
You brought your lips up to his ear, grabbing his shirt as you raised to his height.
βIf you insist, dollface.β
I keep the conversations brief; we ain't friends, but he'll see.
Your friend got out of the car as you told her what was about to happen. She chuckled and walked with you to a big group of people huddling in the middle of the lot, taking bets. She got their attention, and they looked at her with unserious faces.
βThis fucker wants to race my friend. Start a pot.β
The guys got a good look at you and Choso, obviously not taking you seriously, which led to a $15K pot, $3K from Yuuji and Mai on you, and the other $12K on Choso. Yuuji drove your car to where youβd start on the line, Choso driving his. You two looked at each other as you let down your hair, passing the clip and jacket to Yuuji.
βReady?β
βAre you? Might wanna lose the heels, princess.β
βNo need.β
You two got into your respective vehicles, Mai standing between them to raise her hand as you revved your engines. Then, you were off.
Different faces but the road stays the same.
He fuckinβ lost.
You got out of your car with a smirk, putting your jacket back on as the group of guys from before praised you, practically kissing your feet, and just like that, you were $5K richer. Choso walked up to you as you headed back to the lot, walking alone as Yuuji and Mai gathered your prize money. He began clapping, causing you to turn around and smirk.
βGood job, you beat me.β
βTold ya so.β
You leaned against the car now, presumably reaching to pull out another cigarette as Choso put his arm up on the door next to you.
βYou're pretty fuckinβ cocky, ya know that?β
βYeah? Whatcha gonna do about it, sweetheart?β
Every man's a drilla till he's in the bed calling my name.
Choso slammed his lips against yours, putting his other arm on the car, caging you in. You returned the kiss, bringing a leg up to his hip, which he accepted, standing between them and massaging the skin there. The feeling of his hand gripping your ass sparked something inside, slipping your tongue in his mouth as his other hand found the back of your neck. Your dress was pretty damn short; anyone walking by wouldβve gotten quite the view. He slipped a hand up your chest, groping your tits as you moaned, lips moving to your neck.
You can run and hide; Iβm running game.
You brought your hand down his hips, pulling his phone out of the front pocket. With a little push, he stumbles back as you put his phone up to his face, unlocking it. You typed something, handing it to him as you brought your face up to kiss his cheek. With that, you turned and walked, laughing as you left Choso flustered, trying to understand what happened. He looks at his phone, your number staring back at him.
βIn case your itchinβ for a rematch.β
Only one winner in this bitch, and I win everything.
Coulda been fucking with a guy; my vibe.
When Choso initially texted you, it was because he did want a rematch. But he also wanted to finish what you guys started the other day. Youβd been on his mind as he was working on his car, working out, even when he was, you know. And fuck, you were hot. Constantly posting pics of yourself on cars, often with little clothing, youβd made a career out of modeling. Sometimes Mai was in them with you, you guys being pretty involved with the community. So, why hadnβt he seen you before? It was itching him; the car meets were city-wide, so you had to have come from somewhere else. I guess that answer would come as he got to know you.
βPlans later?β
βDepends, whatcha thinkinβ about?β
βThat would ruin the surprise, wouldnβt it?β
βI guess so. Time?β
β5.β
βSee ya then.β
βYou got it, princess.β
He hung up the phone, grateful. Heβd been nervous that you only saw him as the asshole you beat, but luckily, you liked him enough to let him take you out, and kiss you, and grope your tits. Fuck, he was getting hard.
You picked out your earrings as he pulled up; that backfire could be heard from a mile away. You wore a leather top and skirt today (if you could even call it that) and a pair of knee-high boots. As you walked up to him, you smiled and bit your lip, looking into his eyes as you crossed your legs. He had to clear his throat after gazing at your figure, too focused on the hem of your skirt to think appropriate thoughts.Β
βHey, princess.β
βHey there.β
βYou look pretty damn good.β
βWhen do I not?β
Fuck, you were on your cocky shit again. Choso opened the door for you, helping you into his low seat. As he got into the car, he got an eyeful of you, not even caring if you noticed. Which you did, bringing his chin towards you until your lips nearly touched his.
βHungry much?β
βI am, actually.β
βSo, youβre taking me for dinner?β
βYou got it, angel.β
He smiled as he sat back, bringing his hand down to your thigh. Now you were pretty hot, but it wasnβt until you shifted gears for him that he was tempted to fuck you in his back seat; he was continuously arguing with his dick to calm down. You guys pulled up to a hotel, parking in the garage, too scared to let the valet drive his car. He guided you through the lobby and to the elevators and met with an attendant who requested your reservation. With a flash of Chosoβs screen, she called the elevator, inputting a code and pressing the βRTβ button.
βYou two have fun!β
With that, you guys were brought up to the 30th floor. Getting off, Choso spoke something to the hostess standing outside the doors. When you guys pulled up to the hotel, you werenβt expecting to see the open restaurant atop it. Directed to a table on the overlook, the hostess thanked you both and called your waiter. Now, this was fuckin nice. The restaurant had ambient lighting, a fire pit in the middle of the rows of tables, and a view of the city below. You looked over at Choso, who was looking back and forth between you and the overlook.
βNice rez.β
He perked up at your comment, getting the validation he wanted from you. He hated that youβd made him like this, eating up all the attention you gave him. The loss was enough to humble him, but the comments on your photos were not for the weak. And weak he was, for you, of course.
βThanks. Whatcha drinkinβ?β
βWell, depends. Whatβre we doing after this?β
Choso looked you up and down, eyes lingering on your legs as he licked his lips.
βAnything you want, angel.β
You blushed a bit, averting your attention to the waiter who had walked up to the table.
βCosmopolitan, please.β
Picked one who was pretty; you know I like a pretty guy.
After a few drinks and a nice dinner, his gaze fell back to you, looking over the restaurant's railing. You were so fuckin' pretty. Cheeks flustered from the alcohol, your usual stuck-up demeanor a bit more relaxed, just like your lips fixed slightly open, almost in a pout.
βDid you enjoy dinner?β
βIt was pretty good, thanks.β
You crossed your legs, smirking as you looked into his eyes.Β
βSo, whatβs your endgame here?β
βWhatcha mean?β
βI mean, youβve taken me out, been textinβ me almost every day for the past two weeks, pretty much-β
βI want you, real bad.β
Heβd leaned into the table now, hand caressing your thigh underneath it.
βIs that so?β
His hand began sliding up your leg, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt.
βWant you to be my girl, that is, if you want to.β
His hand began to go beyond your skirt, fondling with the strap of your thong. Suddenly, the waiter returned, handing Choso his card back and thanking him for the visit. When he turned back to you, you were already standing, reaching out for his hand so he could lead you two back to the car.
βIβll think about it.β
God, I don't give a fuck, but I guess I always do.
As you walked through the lobby, you got a text from Yuuji in the group chat.
"Some dudeβs talkin' shit. Says you got lucky the other day with Choso, hadn't raced against a real ride."
"A real ride? What's that fucker driving?"
"He has a few builds. Don't know what he'll pop out with."
Mai opened up the messages, responding to the two of you.
"Okay, if he wants it, he can get it. What time?"
"9."
You checked the time: 8:23. Choso had stopped, seeing the look of irritation on your face.
"What's wrong?"
You showed him the chat, obviously irritated.
"No problem, we can swing back to yours and head over."
"There's not enough time for that. I'll have Yuuji and Mai meet us there with my car."
With that, you both walked to Chosoβs car. Heβd had a few drinks, so he was feeling pretty good. And by pretty good, he was fingering you on the way to the meet. A thirty-minute drive =Β 25 minutes to play with your pussy, and he was more than happy to take that option. The only issue was you were concentrating on changing the gears, putting your lives before your pleasure, but you werenβt gonna lie; it was a hard decision. A little tipsy, you were feeling loose, legs wide open to him so he could touch you, alternating between fucking you with his fingers and rubbing your clit. You were loud, too, moaning his name as his pinky held the fabric of your panties to the side so he could fuck you properly. He was in love with you, at least with how you rubbed your hips into his fingers, begging to cum. Unfortunately, that came to an end pretty quickly, getting yourself together as Choso pulled over. He wanted you to get a chance to cool off, kissing you as you fixed your panties and pulled your skirt back down.
As you pulled up, people recognized Chosoβs car; that deep purple wrap was his staple. They didnβt expect to see you stepping out of it, recognizing you as the girl who beat him two weeks ago, taking a smoke before shit went down. You looked around the lot; you saw Yuuji and Mai hadnβt quite arrived, reaching down to shoot a text to-
βSo, you made it, bitch.β
This asshole walked up to you as you sat on Chosoβs hood, his arm unwrapping around your waist as he stood before the guy. Now, while it was admirable that Choso was ready to fight for you, you had to fight your own battles, and if this fucker wanted one, he was gonna get it. You pulled Chosoβs arm back, walking up to the guy yourself. This guy was taller than you, not as tall as Choso, but you still had to look up at him as you spoke.
βYou said a real ride, huh? What would that be?β
βPorsche 911 Turbo S.β
You smirked at the guy, laughing in his face as he looked at you, pissed off.
βDonβt make me fucking laugh! No, really, you should be a comedian! That damn twin turbo isnβt gonna take you far, sweetheart. That and your horsepower is just as short as your cock.β
The guy got closer to you, grabbing your wrist, making Choso almost fuckinβ pounce on the guy, but you raised your hand to keep him back.
βYou talk a lot of shit, girl. Heard you came from the tri-state; whatcha doinβ down here? Tired of losing?β
βThe opposite actually, got bored winning against all those dicks back home, so I moved out here for a challenge, which obviously, Iβm not gonna get. Now, get your sweaty hand off me before I ash my Marlboro on your arm.β
He retracted his arm, face twisted.
βSo, whereβs your car bitch?β
βOn its way, what, getting hard in anticipation? She is pretty damn sexy.β
βWhat, did you come here to talk shit?β
βFar from it, slow your brakes, and maybe Iβll let you cum. Sheβll be here shortly.β
βGotta wait to clap your sad excuse of a GT-R. Bet youβre shit with anything else; you pick one of the easiest imports to call your baby.β
Choso had had enough of this shit. He walked up to you and put his car keys in your hands, looking up at the guy with a look that said he was ten seconds away from getting his ass beat.
βThen race her in my car, unless youβre just a yappy bitch.β
If it isn't wrong, then I'm not looking out for you.
You both went to the starting line, Choso driving it up and doing the road test. As two guys from the group prepped your lanes, you looked at Choso in concern as he leaned against the car.
βReady, princess?β
βWhat if somethinβ happens, I donβt wanna fuck up your car.β
βTrust me, if somethinβ happens, the last thing Iβm thinkin' about is this car.β
βSo, be my passenger.β
βThat means you really canβt fuck up my car.β
You smiled at him and jabbed his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. You two walked over to it, hopping in and getting strapped up. He brought a hand over to rest on your thigh, moving it soon after so you could move the gear shift. As a guy walked between the cars to flag, Choso took a good look at you. You looked the most serious heβd ever seen you, eyes forward as you patiently waited for the flag to come up. It was hard for him not to look at your skirt, riding up from how you sat in the seat, panties probably sitting on the-
Choso hadnβt even realized the flagger signaled the takeoff. You reached 100 in 3.5 seconds, pushing him back in the seat as you shifted gears to accommodate the rapid change. From the passenger mirror, he could see the Porsche falling behind, obviously not matching the launch of Chosoβs car. As you passed the finish signal, you began to slow down, Porsche catching up. You come to a complete stop now, starting to back up to the starting line. You looked good, hair messy and face flustered, eyes blown from how intense you had to concentrate and the adrenaline pumping through you. Probably the vodka, too.
You hopped out of the car, waiting for the asshole to pull back in, smirking at his loss. He got out of it, even angrier than before, cursing out the flaggers and accusing them of fucking with the signal. Right on time, Mai and Yuuji pulled up in your car, handing you the keys.
βWe miss something?β
This time, Mai had replaced Choso as passenger princess, buckling herself in as they warmed the tires. The asshole flipped you off as he returned to his Porsche, obviously holding a grudge. Probably because there was a $40K pot now, and $30K of it was on you. This didnβt take very long at all. The second the flaggers cleared you, you were gone, but this time, his Porsche was neck and neck with yours. As you pulled back, guys were already arguing about the win. Everyone was in outrage; most people were pissed off and claimed loss on a $40K pot. With that, they agreed to review the footage in slo-mo, getting back to everyone as soon as they determined the winner. The cocky asshole smirked, saying things like, βWe know I won,β and βTell that bitch she lost.β You rolled your eyes and lit your cigarette, not like there was anything you could do but wait for the results. Yuuji and Mai said bye as they drove off in Yuujiβs 340i, leaving you and Choso at your car.
βYou did good, princess.β
βYeah?β
He looked you up and down, licking his lips again with half-lidded eyes.
βLet me show you how good you did.β
Only making eyes at a bad boy, one or two of the crew.
βFuck!β
You practically couldn't get off each other after you and Choso met at your house, even forgetting to lock the front door. He didn't even bother taking you to your room; he had to get your thong off as soon as possible. And now, he was lapping you up on the couch as you pulled on his hair. Shit, he could eat pussy. Your eyes were rolling back, so blissed out you couldn't tell if it was the aftermath of three cosmos or just how good his tongue worked in and out of you. He was going wild, sucking at your clit a little harder every time you said his name, arms wrapped around your legs to pin you down and get you as close to his face as possible. You tasted so fuckin' good; happy to indulge in it now; licking you off his fingers earlier was just a tease. He licked you a little faster as your thighs began to tense on the sides of his head; he could tell you were about to cum. You groaned his name the loudest you had so far and finally let go. He was fuckin' drowning, and he loved every second of it. He was so fuckin' proud of you, not just because you came for him, but also because you beat that asshole earlier.
βThatβs my good girl, thatβs it, give it to me.β
As you came down, you got up, walking Choso back to your room. You pulled your top overhead and lost your skirt, naked, as you pushed him back to sit on the bed. You work fast to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down, taking his boxers down with them. He helps you out by removing his shirt, not nearly fast enough for how quickly youβd gotten on top of him, straddling his hips as you moved your pussy back and forth over his shaft, begging him to fuck you. Well, how could he say no to that?
If you got an attitude, I'ma take a ride with you.
Choso lifted your hips a little, sinking you onto his dick slowly as you anchored yourself on his chest. You were moaning so fuckinβ loud, throwing your head back as you bounced up and down on his dick, finally finding the relief of his teasing all day. His hands gripped your hips, meeting your hips to thrust into you until, eventually, you started to slow down, getting tired from fucking him so fast. So, he sat up, adjusting you so you were on your knees, straddling his waist as he bounced you up and down on his dick. He groaned your name over and over in your ear, bringing a hand up to hold your back, bringing your tits into his chest before bringing his head down to suck at them, still fucking into you at a dangerous pace. He almost felt selfish for how fast he was fucking you, but you were so high on cumming earlier that you took every thrust he gave you, giving him those pretty whimpers every time he hit that special spot inside of you, but you needed him to keep hitting it, wanting to waste no time.
βBaby, make me cum again.β
βYeah, baby? Want to cum for me again?β
You tried to say yes, but Choso was already flipping you over; he was on top of you, pushing his dick back into you, hitting that spot immediately. Fuck, he was consistent, ramming his hips into yours right there, reaching your hand up to grip his hair and bite his neck as he drilled into you. You were so fucking close, scratching your nails down his back as he took you exactly where you needed to be. You became undone on him, moaning his name into the room as you gripped his back and the sheets.
βYeah, baby, cum for me. Fuck you feel so goodβ¦β
He fucked you through your orgasm; the spasms of your pussy, as you came, made him feel like nirvana, fucking into you deep as he chased his high. Within seconds he came inside of you, fucking his cum deeper into you as you held him, spent from overstimulation.
You can run and hide; Iβm running game.
Choso rolled over, falling next to you on the bed, practically gasping for air after cumming so hard. Heβd wanted you for so long, and seeing you in that outfit all night had made him feral. You got up first, putting your hair up in a clip as you walked to your bathroom to clean up, and as much as he didnβt wanna see you go, the brilliant view of your ass as you walked out the bedroom door made him want you to leave. You came back and cleaned his dick off, which he thanked you for with a kiss and a slap to your ass. Getting in bed with him, he wrapped his arms around you as you rested a hand on his chest.
Suddenly, your phone lit up with a text from Mai in the group chat. You opened the message, a slo-mo recap of the race from earlier. You had passed his Porsche ever so slightly, and the organizers declared you the winner of the race. Not like youβd ever think youβd lose.
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything.
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πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from fruit by abra.
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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Tell me what you did last night.
βI donβt think so, at least not with some guy like that.β
βBelieve what you want. She fucked him; couple sources tell me so.β
βThe fuck are you, TMZ?β
Choso knew you didnβt, at least you wouldnβt, maybe; youβd been walking around with him, putting distance between you guys so as not to raise suspicion. But Choso knew you, probably better than anyone else. Deep down, heβd convinced himself you were still his, noticing how youβd keep eye contact with him or at the very least leave him on read, and when he asked you why you donβt just block him, youβd give him a smirk as you walked off, and damn, he loved to see you go.
Did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?
Choso was in love with you still, falling asleep to the thought of you. He missed your smell, your touch, your, well, you know. He knew he was a fuckinβ asshole though, saying some really rude things to you, terrible at times. But, he never thought youβd break up with him. Especially when you were a total bitch right back. Every fucked up thing Choso said, youβd follow up with some egregious shit, always looking for a low blow. Like that time you insulted him for not being able to get it up since youβd been arguing all day, which in turn, he fucked the shit out of you, getting you to shut up. For ten minutes. Youβd had enough when he accused you of fucking with some guy you met at a party, conveniently the same guy you were talking to now. Which made him really fucking mad. It was one thing if youβd fucked the guy after the two of you broke up, or in Chosoβs head, you were on a break, but the idea of you fucking him while you were together? That had him fuming.
Tell me why you always fight. Waiting on you to get with it; what's with the resistance, baby?
Choso wasnβt the aggressive type; as much as youβd argue, it really came from insecurity. He knew you were pretty, hot even, catching the attention of damn near every guy who walked by you. When you were together, heβd grip your ass to tell them to fuck off, but now that you guys split, theyβd start approaching you, and youβd have to tell them off, reminiscent of when youβd yell at him like that. You shouldnβt have to do that, and maybe if heβd acted right, heβd be able to protect you still. When he got particularly tired of that guy talking to you, he walked up to the punch bowl. He interjected, like a shark swimming through the sea of party go-ers, pushing any motherfucker who got in his way. Heβd cleared the distance fast, immediately bringing his arm around your waist.
βSorry, buddy. Sheβs taken.β
You pushed Chosoβs hand off, not even looking him in the face, instead pointing your attention back to the dude in front of you.
βNo, I'm not. Now why donβt you fuck off so I can continue my conversation.β
βUh, actually, Iβll talk to you laterβ¦β
Choso had scared the guy off, face bearing a shit-eating grin as you looked up at him in disgust.
βYouβve got some fucking nerve.β
βWhat did I do, baby?β
βYouβre scarinβ the hoes, plus Iβm not your fuckinβ baby.β
Don't listen to a word they say.
Before Choso could respond, youβd walked off in a fit; that made him really hurt. Youβd just rejected him in front of some guy you barely even knew and brushed him off like a fly on your shoulder. Youβd walked over to your friends, who, when you pointed at Choso, shot him death stares. He deserved that for sure, but nonetheless, it was insulting. He went off to meet Yuuji again, pulling the tequila out of his bag and throwing shots back like a madman. His tolerance was pretty high, but that didnβt stop him from getting dunk, probably one drink or two away from blacking out. He looked about the party, trying to find you, and when he did, you were with the fucker heβd accused you of cheating on him with again, his hand on your waist. Choso was to his limit at this point, wanting to steal you away and take you back to his apartment; he wanted to bring you home and show you just how much he missed you.
I'm in your head like every day.
Choso knew it was a bad idea, but that didnβt stop him from pulling out his phone and texting you.
βBathroom. Now.β
Youβd check your phone, looking around until your eyes landed on Choso, who was already making his way to the bathroom. He had something to prove: if you still loved him, youβd come to the bathroom with him, and if you didnβt, youβd leave him hanging. He walked into the upstairs bathroom, closing it behind him as he splashed water on his face to sober up. After a couple of minutes, there was a knock on the door. He opened it, ready to tell the guy who was knocking off. But it was you. Tits sitting pretty in that strapless dress, so fuckinβ short you couldnβt bend over at all. He pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door as he sat you on the sink.
And you deny yourselfβ¦
Choso began kissing you, using one hand to spread your legs apart so he could start to touch you. Youβd thrown your head back so he could begin sucking the skin there, pushing him off of you the second he started biting you, not allowing him to leave hickies, and fuck that made him angry. In retaliation, he pulled down the top of your dress, tits falling out as he brought his mouth up to suck on them, taking extra care of rubbing your clit as he sucked your nipples into his mouth. A couple of people walked by to use the bathroom, every time pulling off your nipple and taking his hand off your clit so youβd shut up, telling them the bathroom was occupied. That was until Yuuji knocked on the door.
βYo, Choso, is that you?β
He almost didnβt answer, coming back down to lift your dress completely up, all of the fabric bunched around your stomach until Yuuji kept talking.
βYou wanted to know where she was, right? Asshole just left, but I havenβt seen her, probably left together.β
Choso looked up from your chest, smirking.
βDonβt worry, she didnβt. Iβll be out soon, had to throw up.β
βOkay, Iβll be in the car.β
With that, Yuuji walked off, leaving you and Choso to your own devices. You looked down at him with a twisted face as he slid his hands under your legs, positioning you on the counter so he could eat you out.
βDonβt you think you should leave? Someoneβs waiting for you.β
βHe can wait; Iβll make this quick.β
As much as he pissed you off, your pussy missed him. Heβd been fucking you since sophomore year, meeting you at a car meet a month after the semester started; he ate you out the next day in the back of his S550, so you were his. It was hard to resist him a lot of the time, especially when heβd walk around campus giving you that hungry-ass look, obviously going through withdrawals. Youβd heard it through the grapevine that he was keeping his dick to himself, rejecting every girl that decided to wait til you broke up to fuck him. Thatβs why fucking with other guys was so fun, you knew he couldnβt fucking stand it.
And then you scream my nameβ¦
Choso started eating your pussy, sliding his tongue between your lips, lapping at your bud as he moaned into you. Fuck, he looked good. Sucking your clit as you held his head up to your pussy, telling him you were ready to get this over with.
βSo, thatβs what this is about?β
He hadnβt lifted, keeping his face between your legs, fingering you as he spoke.
βThe fuck are you talkinβ about.β
βYou brought me here to eat me out because you thought I fucked him, huh? Needed to prove a point or something?β
βMaybe.β
βWell, enjoy it 'cause it'll be the last time.β
βYeah, right. I see you still wearing that necklace I bought you.β
βOh, donβt even-β
βCan you just shut the fuck up for once?β
Choso brought his face back to your pussy, sucking your juices up as he massaged your ass. You couldnβt lie, it felt really fucking good. You didnβt wanna cum for him, not like he deserved it, but your body had other plans. Heβd been fucking his fingers into you, hitting that place he knew set you off; you hated how good he knew your body. Within seconds you were seeing stars, eyes rolling back as he chuckled into your pussy, drinking up all your cum as he slapped your ass.Β
βGood girl. Give it to me, baby.β
God, you were perfect. Moaning his name as he brought a hand up to pinch your nipples, sucking your clit as he fucked you through your orgasm. When you came down, you pushed him off, fixing your dress as he licked you off his fingers. He put your panties in his pocket, kissed you quickly, and unlocked the door.
βIf you want them back, you know where to find me.β
βFuck you.β
And I can't take it.
Come chase the night with me.
You were back to ignoring him again, walking the other way when youβd see him about to walk by and stopping your conversations if he did happen to walk by. Youβd been pretty dedicated to this little charade, telling everyone who asked that he was your ex, not even your friend. Which, in theory, he wasnβt, and he didnβt want to be. The only real option was to be your boyfriend, and you were giving him a hard time with that. Heβd text you like he always did, telling you good morning and night, and then there were the gifts. It had always been his love language, so it didnβt surprise you when you had roses waiting for you at your door, or a bag of your favorite makeup from Sephora, or a perfume heβd want you to try. You were really coy about it, too; heβd smell you as he walked by, and you were wearing it; youβd wear the lipgloss he gave you and left the note for the roses outside your door. It wasnβt until one afternoon when he was particularly toxic, texting you to let you know he still had your things and didnβt want you to go without them.
βOkay.β
It was a basic text, which really pissed him off, but it was more than anything youβd given him since he ate you last week. You wore one of the dresses heβd bought you when you were together, wanting to get a rise out of him, and your mission was accomplished when he licked his lips the second you walked out of the building. You saw he got a new wrap on his car, the black chrome youβd encouraged him to get for the longest time, persisting that it would look great on his S550, but he insisted on keeping that deep purple wrap. He treated it like a surprise as he opened the door for you, to which you gave him:
βNice wrap.β
Shit, heβd take it. As he climbed into the driver's seat, he placed his hand on your thigh, which you swiftly moved away. That didnβt stop you from putting your hand on the gearshift adjusting it as he pulled off. God, you were so fuckinβ push and pull. He decided to talk to you as he drove.
They say I'm bad, you say it back, but you know you don't believe that.
βSo, how was your day?β
βIt was good.β
βNice earrings.β
βThanks, they were a gift.β
βOh yeah? From who?β
βHm, his name evades me.β
βI see youβre on your shit again.
βThe fuck does that mean?β
βIt means weβve only been driving for ten minutes, and youβre already talkinβ crazy.β
βTalkinβ crazy? Thatβs real rich coming from you.β
βOh yeah? Howβs that?β
βDonβt act like youβre not a piece of shit.β
βDidnβt stop you from fucking with me.β
βIt did, actually.β
βWas that before after I ate your pussy?β
βSays the motherfucker still in love with me.β
Just like that, you guys were arguing again. It didnβt feel too good, but it was a glimpse into what you guys had, so he was willing to tolerate it. He tensed his jaw as he pulled up to his apartment, turning the car off annoyed, which didnβt go unnoticed by you because you scoffed at him as he opened your door. He walked behind you on the stairs, getting a nice view of your ass as you walked, and he wasnβt stupid; youβd put a lil sass to your walk.
Eat the fruit that feeds your spirit on your knees; now, baby, eat it, eat it.
Choso unlocked the door to his apartment, letting you walk in first, locking the door behind you. His apartment looked the same, but what youβd noticed was that your boots were still at the front door. Your makeup was still organized in the bathroom, and a couple of new products there, presumably gifts he hadnβt gotten the chance to give you. Your earrings were still on his dresser, along with the picture of you two at the fair a few months ago. When things were still healthy between you two.
βI see you havenβt moved my stuff.β
βBecause you werenβt supposed to leave.β
βNot exactly ex-boyfriend behavior, Choso.β
βWhat would that be?β
βMoving on from me, giving me back my things or throwing them away, not talking to me, the list goes on. Letβs be real, you didnβt bring me here to get my shit. Why do you keep doing this? Canβt you see I'm hurt? I donβt wanna be hurt anymore; thatβs why I fuckinβ left! I hate that I love you!β
Choso walked up to you now, bringing you into his arms. You hesitated at first, then softened into it. He was always so warm, especially when he was vulnerable like this. When things were good. You began crying into his sleeve, holding on to him tighter as he brought a hand up to caress the back of your head.
βIβm sorry, baby. I promise Iβll do better to treat you the way you deserve. I know Iβve been an asshole, and Iβm sorry, but it doesnβt excuse the shit Iβve said to you. Just want you back, baby.β
You pulled back to look him in the face, him wiping away your tears.
βYeah?β
βOf course, princess.β
You brought him into a kiss, deepening it as he held your lower back, your fingers in his hair.
βThen make me feel better.β
Are you really gonna stand there staring at me all the way from across the room?
Choso let you down onto his bed, standing over you as he pulled off your heels, his shirt and pants right after. He climbed over the top of you, making out with you again as he slipped his hand behind you, arching your back as he unzipped your dress. He pulled off you, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He thought a lot of things; when he asked you to come over, he fully expected to eat you out again, but what really surprised him was your lack of a bra and panties. Youβd come over knowing you wanted to fuck him, which made him even hungrier for you, immediately massaging the outside of your lips to tease you. You writhe your hips, begging him to touch you how you need him to. With soft kisses, he made his way down your body, stopping at your tits to suck hickeys into the skin there. You hadnβt stopped him this time.
Are you really gonna stand there staring at me?
Chosoβs head fell between your legs, pushing your hips apart as he brought his fingers through your lips, feeling how wet you were for him. He had half a mind to fuck you right then and there, but his main prerogative was to make you cum first, prepping you for later. Heβd known it had been a while, a month since you guys had sex, and he wasnβt gonna believe those rumors. Not when he slipped his tongue into your folds, making you his girl again as you moaned his name into the pillow.
βLet me hear you, baby. Need to hear how much you missed me.β
Don't listen to a word they say; I'm in your head like every day.
He was sucking with a passion, practically making out with your pussy as you moved your body against his. He needs you more than anything right now. You were his water, his food, his air. It had been a long month, unsure just how bad heβd fucked up, praying youβd come back to him. And now here you were, letting him take care of you, please you, relieve the stress of the past few months. Taking you to a place where there was no arguing, no fighting, just you and him. You gripped the sheets as you came undone, moaning his name softly instead of screaming it; thatβs how he knew he really had you.
And you deny yourselfβ¦
But he wasnβt done there. He would make it up to you; so many nights you had to sleep without his touch, nothing but your pillow to sleep on. He needed you to know just how much he loved you, and you were pretty damn sure two orgasms later. You whimper at this point from overstimulation, your body giving into him despite how spent you are.
βHow many times are you gonna eat me out?β
βAs many times it takes for you to give me another chance.β
Choso wasnβt malicious, though, so he gently laid your legs back down, kissing them as he let your thighs rest on the bed. He kissed his way back up to your neck, sucking hickeys there, groaning as he made you his again. He massaged the fat of your ass now, naked body humping against his as he moved his hips with yours, bringing his lips to your ears.
βCan I fuck you baby?β
At that point, you needed him. Bad. It felt like it had been forever since he fucked you, making quick work of taking off his briefs, helping him position himself between your legs. Choso towered over you as he took in the sight before him. It felt like a mirage, having his girl lay out in front of him, begging for his touch as her hand pulled his wrist, signaling she was ready, the side of her face pressed into the pillow. He brought his fingers to your folds, saturating them as he put your essence on his shaft, nearly shuddering at the feeling. He brought himself down to hover over you, kissing you as he slid himself in.
And then you scream my nameβ¦
βFuck!β
βJesus, babyβ¦β
You felt so fucking good. He felt like heβd been in rehab for the past month, finally getting his fix again because you were fucking addictive. He started by making love to you, holding your hands as he fucked you deep and slow, whimpering in your ear. But then, he really missed you. He picked up his pace, hips beginning to rut into yours, making you moan his name so loud, he was sure the neighbors would hear you. As he fucked you, though, his mind drifted, thinkinβ about shit he shouldnβt. Fuck, he needed to know.
βDid you fuck him?β
βWhat? What the fuck are you talking about?β
βDid you fuck that guy everybodyβs been saying you did?β
You were pissed at him again. Here you were, blissed out, and he was asking about some fucker you only ever flirted with.
βNo, I didnβt; now, please just fuck me.β
He believed you, but he wasnβt letting you off that easy. He had to make sure you didnβt get any ideas in the future. He picked your hips up as he fell back on his knees, fucking into you at a pace that made you feel so good you couldnβt even think. He was hitting you right where you needed him to, ramming that spot as he heard your moans pick up.
βTell me, no oneβs ever gonna fuck you like this.β
βNo oneβs gonna fuck me like thisβ¦β
βWhoβs are you, baby?β
βIβm yours, Choso. Please...β
βYeah? Then cum for me.β
Β And I canβt take it.
He was fucking cocky, needing to hear you call out for him, need him, crave him. And that you did, which is why you gave him what he wanted. He drilled into that spot, and you burst like a firecracker, your body convulsing from your fourth orgasm of the night. You grip his arm, trying to hold on to anything as you give your all to him, as youβve done time and time before. He was grateful this time; he wouldnβt take advantage of the kindness youβd shown him. Thatβs why he gave you all he had, too. He threw his head back as he came inside you, holding your hips close to his to ensure he gave you all of it, not missing a drop. You moaned at the feeling of him filling up, gasping at the motion of his body hovering over you again, arms struggling to stay up as he slowly pulled out of you, kissing you as you both came down from your high.
They aren't in your head likeβ¦
Fuck, he missed you. It took everything in him not just to pull you in and hold you there forever, so scared youβd leave. He knew he had to clean you up, though, so he carried you to the bathroom and held you in his arms as you took a bath together, nearly falling asleep on his chest. Then, he brought you back to the room, dressed you in one of his shirts, and laid you under the covers, coming under to hold you close.Β
Like second nature, you felt yourself melt into his arms, trusting him to protect you as he kissed your forehead, whispering over and over he loved you. You drifted to sleep; all he could think about was what he would do next. He was tempted to move you in at this point, take you to class in his car every day; you pissed at the loudness of his exhaust. Pick you up and take you out to eat, bring you home to watch a movie, then make love to you. He wanted to be perfect for you because that meant youβd be his forever.
They aren't in your head likeβ¦
When you woke up the next morning, you got ready and woke Choso up to take you back to your dorm. He could tell you were a little distant; to be fair, youβd been upset with him for the past month, so he was taking what he could get. Still, you kissed him before you got out of the car and walked into your building; he left when he made sure you were in there safe.
You hadnβt really talked to him that day; when he asked you what was wrong, well, you said:
βI just wanna make sure Iβm making the right decision. I wanna make sure things arenβt gonna be like before.β
Heβd respected your decision; you wanted to see him change, and he was going to. But that was earlier today, and he was thinking about you now. Old habits die hard, huh?
βMissinβ you, baby.β
βIβll be ready in ten.β
They aren't in your head like me.
β± the song used in this story is fruit by abra. π€
(this was probably one of the most emotional stories iβve ever written, but also the fastest, which is probably a red flag tbh.)
πππ ππππ : inspired by lyrics from siren by alicia drayton.
πππ πππππππ : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! one of my favorite songs; hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Full moon sitting in the darkest night.
βSo, sounds fun, right?β
βHuh? Yeah, sure.β
You kinda just agreed to whatever Mai said, busy doing your makeup and humming to the music playing from your speaker. But it wasnβt until a few hours later that you realized what youβd agreed to. You both were sitting outside now, waiting for Yuuji to pick you up, but he was ten minutes late. When he did pull up, he parked fast, seeing Maiβs already irritated expression. Hesitantly, he walked over to where you both stood.Β
βHeyyyyyβ¦β
Mai pushed past him, brushing off his attempt at a hug.
βSave it, bitch.β
Yuuji ran before her, opening the door, which she thanked him for in the form of a sneer. He looked at you next, hoping for a more positive reaction as he guided you to the backseat.
βAre you mad at me too?β
βIf I were, it would be in good reason. Youβre late.β
He closed the door behind you and scrambled to the driverβs seat, promptly turning on the car and attempting to show he was in a rush.
βLook, Iβm sorry, I ended up-β
βJust drive, Yuuji!β
Mai wasnβt giving him a break; not like he deserved one. He huffed and put the car in drive, taking off. You guys were going to a car meet; Yuuji was excited to show off the car heβd just finished modding, a WRX or something like that. To be honest, you didnβt know too much about cars, except what Yuuji would tell you, but that would involve you paying attention. Nonetheless, you wanted to be a supportive friend, so here you were.
Feel a breeze, smoking trees, cloudy in the ride.
Yuuji pulled up to a lot full of cars, parking in an empty spot towards the middle of the row. You noticed some cars in an intersection next to the lot, driving in circles as people hung out the windows. You werenβt gonna lie; it looked a little fun, dangerous, but fun. Yuuji got out, opening each of your doors.
βSo, Iβll probably stay here if anyone asks questions about my ride, but feel free to check things out!β
βYou brought us here so we could frolic around? Yuuji, youβve gotta be shittinβ me right now.β
βNow, donβt say it like that. It makes me sound like an asshole.β
The both of you looked at him with a deadpan expression, but then he gave those puppy dog eyes, causing Mai to rub down her face.
βFine, but you owe us big time. Letβs go see what they're doing in the circle over there.β
With that, you and Mai walked off. Yuuji told you to stay safe, but Maiβs reply was a middle finger. The air was smoky and smelled like burnt rubber, but you guys still pushed through the crowd to see the action. Cars were drifting in a circle now, another car coming in the rotation, probably the most dangerous thing youβve ever seen.
Two of the cars drifting had pulled off to the side, and from what you could tell, the drivers were arguing. A couple of guys tried to break it up, but one flipped the other guy off as they both hopped in the driver's seat.
Narrow roads, so many caution signs.
βShit, theyβre about to race!β
You hadnβt even heard Yuuji walk up behind you guys, Mai looking back at him with a smirk.
βSo, why arenβt you with your βrideβ? No takers?β
Yuuji huffed, making her laugh triumphantly. The circle began to shift, noticing a gap opening as the two cars revved, one all white and the other blue with a black stripe across the side. You found the white one more tasteful, pointing at it and looking back at Yuuji.
βOh, that one? An Audi S5. Other oneβs a Scat.β
You nodded like you knew what he meant and looked back as some shirtless guy got between the cars, throwing it down. Instantly, both cars take off, the white one gapping the blue one by a long shot.
βI donβt know why he even bothered. The launch on the S5 is insane.β
As the cars finished, people began cheering; even Mai was clapping and nodding. They drove back to the lot where the cars were lined up. The Scat driver handed the S5 driver a wad of cash, returned to his car, and drove off.
βDamn, sore loser. Anyway, I wanna meet the guy who drove the S5. Yβall sit tight, okay?β
Before Mai could even curse him out, Yuuji had run off. You two scoffed and sat on the hood of his car.
βSo, you upgraded the intercooler? I did the same to mine, itβs a W-β
βWelcome back, fucker. You brought a friend?β
Yuuji had returned to the car with a guy, and damn he was hot. You were too busy staring at his abs pressed against that black tee he was wearing or the outline of something that surely wasnβt his wallet in his sweats to stop Mai from chewing Yuuji out.
βThis is Choso; heβs driving the S5.β
Shotgun sippinβ; rollin' with the tide.
Choso looked at you and licked his lips, sending something down to your-
βNice to meet you, really nice to meet you.β
You were blushing like crazy. Was he flirting with you? You were too enthralled to notice Yuuji and Mai going back and forth in the background.
βNice to meet you, too.β
βSo, you guys stayin' around for shots? Iβd hate to see you go so early.β
Oh, he was definitely flirting with you.
βDepends. Want me to stay?
βIf thatβs fine with you, princess.β
βWhat we drinkinβ?β
βYour choice.β
βHm, whatever your drinkinβ.β
He looked up and down at you, smirking a bit.
βIβve got something in mind.β
βIs that so?β
βUM HELLO!β
You both turned to look at Mai, who had a surprised look on her face as Yuuji stood there in shock. Choso cleared his throat and gave an awkward smile to Mai.
βThat is if you want to stay too, Mai.β
βWell, depends. What do you wanna drink, other than my best friend?β
You choked on your spit as your body jolted at Maiβs question. Yuuji began to laugh uncontrollably, walking up to Choso and slapping him on the back.
βDonβt worry, I got tequila in the trunk.β
βOh shit, what kind?β
βTerramana, of course.β
βMy man. I gotta bottle, too; Iβll go grab it.β
With that, Choso and Yuuji split. Mai gave you that look.
βDidnβt know you liked car guys.β
βI do now.β
You both laughed as she wrapped her arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. Shortly, Choso and Yuuji were back.
βLetβs get lit, fuckers.β
Want you to love me like you do that S5.
You knew Yuuji and Choso had at least three shots, but right now, they both were going on about the mods they did on their cars. You had found yourselves back in the circle of people drifting.
βLooks fun, huh?β
βYeah, a fun death trap.β
βNonsense, people do it all the time.β
Choso looked over at Yuuji, both of them with the expression that they were up to something.
Oh my, Ima give you the ride of your life.
You found yourself in Chosoβs passenger seat, staring at Mai in Yuujiβs across the circle. You canβt believe you got dragged into this; what the fuck were you-
Chosoβs hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing the skin there as he looked at you with a smirk.
βNervous? Donβt worry, princess. I got you.β
It took everything in you not to jump on him then and there. Those pet names were dangerous; every time he called you princess, it sent signals down below, practically screaming at you to relieve it. You hadnβt even realized his hand had moved to the gear shift, veins in his hand flexing as he revved the engine. Then, you were taking off.
You swear you just died. The whole time, you could hear the rubber screeching smoke lifting off the tires as Choso and Yuuji spun against each other. Halfway through, you saw Mai climb through the window; you did the same, and man, was it fun. Both of them parked and spilled out of the car, laughing and giving each other a high five, panting with adrenaline. You walked over to Mai, who looked like she was 10 seconds away from barfing.
βYou good, girl?β
βI think I mightβve pissed myself.β
The boys walked back over, calmed down as the high wore off. Choso wrapped his arm around your waist, and boy, was that physically effective. Yuuji patted Maiβs back, giving him an annoyed look as she sat up straight. He smiled at her with open eyes, signaling something to her. She caught on fast because then she said:
βYuujiβs gonna drive me home; Choso lives on the same side of town as you, so heβll be takinβ you home. That okay?β
Oh, they were on some shit. But obviously, the two of you were, too.
βYeah, thatβs fine with me. Choso?β
βSounds good, princess.β
I swear, I would die for you.
You waved bye to Mai as Yuuji helped her into the car, giving you a wink as Yuuji drove off. Choso guided you back to his car, opening the passenger door. Once you got in, you had a good look around, too nervous to check things out the first time you got in it. Damn, this was nice. He had red leather seats and ambient red lighting around the car. Shit, how much did this car cost? Choso got in the car and put his foot down on the pedal, starting the car as he adjusted the air conditioning.
βYou cold?β
βJust a little.β
βDonβt worry, Iβll warm you up.β
Oh, you were warm, alright. Itβs like every word he spoke had a sexual undertone because here you were, getting wet over a question about the AC. He reached over and turned on the heated seat for you, smirking as he pressed the button. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing back and forth; all you could focus on was how close he was to touching your pussy. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, causing you to squirm your legs. It hadnβt gone unnoticed him smiling as he bit his lip.
βReady?β
Ready for what? At that point, you gave up the idea of celibacy for the night, like you had any intentions to not fuck him in the first place. Now, you knew this wasnβt a good idea. The both of you were tipsy, and it was probably reckless to have him drive. But then again, he had just drifted the car thirty minutes ago, so heβd be fine, right?
βYeah, letβs go.β
You know I'd risk my life for you.
We fit so perfectly, in need of your affection.
The ride back to your house was pretty fast, considering Choso ran every red light and was going 20 over the speed limit. You had half a mind to hold the handlebars on the car's roof, but you weren't doing anything with Choso's hand rubbing you through your shorts. Your body began to react to it, closing your legs a bit, but it was all in vain when he brought your thigh towards him, opening your legs wider.Β
βDonβt go runninβ from me, princess. Promise, I donβt bite. Unless you want me to.β
You held everything in, taking the depths of your resolve to stop you from shamelessly asking him to fuck you in the car. He was definitely holding it in, too, a tent peeking out of those gray sweats, and fuck, you could tell, he had a big-
βWeβre here, sweetheart.β
You sigh in relief as you realize you were in your apartmentβs parking lot. He came around to open your door, those hungry eyes gazing at you as you climbed out of the seat. As soon as you were out of the car, Choso had you pinned against it, claiming your mouth as his as he grabbed your waist. Those eyes might have been hungry, but his mouth was greedy. He had moved onto your neck, sucking the skin there. Fuck, you were still outside, and you were sure heβd fuck you right here if you let him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you to your apartment.
βLetβs go.β
I think I want more.
You couldnβt open that damn door fast enough. As soon as you turned around to lock it, Choso was behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your ass as he ground it against his painfully hard dick. He flipped you towards him, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
βWhich room?β
βFurthest back.β
Oh, yeah, I need more of your intensity.
Choso damn near threw you on the bed, taking his shirt off as fast as possible. You didnβt even get a chance to check out his abs; he was already on you, bringing your shirt up and sucking the skin on your chest as he pulled it over your head. You watched as he unbuckled your shorts, swiftly pulling them and your panties down. The only thing left was your bra, which was not of concern right now, considering he had pulled it down so your tits could spill out. He groaned as he brought his mouth down to your nipple, bringing his fingers up to pump in and out of your pussy. Now, he was usually a bit more gentle than this; take it real slow and careful. But you two had been edging each other all night, and he needed to taste you. Now.
Love when you speed; no need to speak.Β
The first swipe of his tongue nearly had you crashing, having been teased for twenty minutes in the car. It wasnβt until he slipped his tongue in you that you had to pull your strength together to not cum so fast.
βCum for me, princess. Stop holding back.β
God, his voice was too much. So much, you came on his face, just like he asked you to. He groaned as he slurped up your juices, face completely covered in your essence, but he honestly did not give a single fuck. He was a man in heaven. He grabbed both your thighs and pinned your body down, eating you out for a second round, craving how your body jerked when he made you cum. This time, you didnβt have the will to hold out. Still recovering from the first orgasm, the second wasnβt far behind. You groaned his name in defeat, knowing you were about to cum again.
βChosoβ¦β
βMhm, baby. Give it to me.β
In seconds, your body was moving out of your control again, gripping his hair and pinning his face to your pussy. As you came down, you ground your hips against his face, making him chuckle.
βFuck, I need you, princess.β
I know you want moreβ¦
Choso couldnβt get his pants off fast enough. His dick was about to jump out his boxers; if he got any harder, it probably wouldβve ripped through them. Positioning himself over top of you, he kissed you and brought his finger up to put your wetness on his shaft.
βReady for me?β
You gave him a nod, gripping his shoulders as he slid inside you. Once he was all the way in, he brought his lips down to your neck, experimentally pulling his hips back and forth slowly, making sure you had adjusted to his size. Fortunately for him, teasing for hours and two orgasms later, you took him instantly. Damn, he was big. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out, arching your back off the bed as he fucked you steadily. His face was inches away from yours, every couple of thrusts coming down to kiss you, throwing his head back to get his hair out of his face, damp with sweat from how good he was fucking you. And you were sure to let him know just how good he was giving it to you, moaning his name out like a damn siren, pulling him into your pussy as he picked up the pace.
β¦Ima give you more.
Fast, deep, slow, he didnβt care. He was gonna give it to you however you needed wanted it. He didnβt expect you to want to ride him, though, climbing over him and sinking down on his dick; boy wasnβt that a sight to see. He was losing his mind; you fucked him at a fast pace, tits jumping every time you brought your pussy back down to his hips. Fuck, you were perfect. You were doing magic on him, had to be; he swears heβs never had pussy this good. At this point, he needed to see you crumble again, so he took some initiative and grabbed your hips, fucking his dick into you rapidly.
βChoso, oh my god!β
βYou like that princess?β
You were too fucked out to answer. Every thrust made you dizzy, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Then there was that goddamn look on his face. His eyes were on you like a wild animal, groaning as you slid up and down his shaft. You wanted to see how much of a reaction you could get out of him, rolling your hips as his eyes rolled back. He was gonna cum soon, but he needed you to cum first.
Want you to love me like you do that S5, oh my.
Heβs back on top, bringing your thighs up to his chest, getting as deep as possible. You were a blabbering mess at this point, and all he could do was smile as you tried to grab at the sheets, pussy about to give in at any second. With a quick dive, his lips came up to yours, his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. Every moan you gave went into his mouth, tongue exploring it as you came undone on his dick. And it felt fucking amazing. Your pussy clenched down on him, driving him crazy, your body squirming as you came hard from your third orgasm of the night.
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
He was done for. The feeling of your pussy tightening on him was too much, your moans of his name sounding like music to his ears. He didnβt even care anymore. Shamelessly, he moaned your name and whimpered into your neck as he came. God, it was like a fucking firecracker, his body feeling things it hadn't felt before. He had only fucked you this once, but fuck, he was addicted. He fell to your side, panting for a bit before getting up.
βWhereβs your bathroom?β
I swear I would die for you.
He returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning the cum from your pussy and stomach, chuckling when you whimpered from the overstimulation of him cleaning around your clit. When he was done, he came and laid beside you, bringing you into his arms. You felt his head rest on yours, kissing your forehead lightly. Then, you realized that he would have to drive-
βCan I stay the night?β
βHm, maybe. What do I get in return?β
βIf youβre good, another round when we wake up.β
βI guess thatβs better than you driving home drunk.β
βYou mean βus.β Iβm sleeping with you either way.β
You know I'd risk my life for you.
β± the song used in this story is siren by alicia drayton.π€Β
(I wrote this whole fic based on the Audi S5 she mentions in the song; i know nothing about cars. π)
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