just wanted to say Iâm really happy that youâve continued to share your writing, I love your work and hope to be as good as you one day (hopefully very soon). Anyway thatâs all, bonne journee!!
°.âąââą.° âž» Still Life (tattoo artist!choso x reader)
â± some more visuals
"He'd lived in the cold his whole life, built a barrier out of it, and it had never once bothered him, it had protected him. So why, with your warmth barely gone, was it suddenly unbearable?" â Chapter 14
loving still life so far đ about to read the new chapters! hope you have a good day!
awww this made my day, thank you !! Iâm so used to writing drabbles so doing something with an actual plan had me stressed tf out lol. Anywayssss even one person enjoying it means a lot n I hope you like the new chapters!! <3
Just bf!Choso not knowing if death paintings can have children with humans so he just keeps trying over and over again with you
This had become a routine over the past few weeks months now. Every time you came back from a mission, Chosoâs hands were on you before you could even set your things down, his eyes frantically searching your body always lingering on your stomach.
âBabyâŠyou feel any different?â heâd ask, voice soft with that familiar little whine, his large hand resting gently against your abdomen. Like always, youâd slowly shake your head.
His shoulders slumped instantly, those big puppy dog eyes losing their hopeful shine. You sighed, cupping his face in your hands âHey, donât look so upsetâ
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, before finally brushing one against his lips. For a moment, he just looked at you.
âM-maybe we should try againâ His expression brightened almost immediately as he scooped you up into his arms, already making his way toward the bedroom âJust one more time, okay?â
He said it the same way he always did. Like this time might finally be the one.
Choso's already losing it. Breath uneven, forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your legs where he's got them pushed back, folding you in half like it's nothing, like he can't get close enough and needs to reach even deeper than he already is.
Every little sound you make goes straight to his head, has him twitching, trying to keep it together but clearly failing but then again it's not like he was trying that hard.
"Fuck.." he breathes, voice shaky, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you like you're everything "You feelâso good.."
He's a mess about it too, not even a semblance of composure, just pussy drunk and overwhelmed, like he doesn't know what to do with how much he wants you.
You felt him twitching inside you, he was close and so were you âyou holding back, Cho?â You grinned at how flushed he looked as he lost himself in your dripping cunt âyou wanna cum already ?â You reached your arms out and Choso immediately leaned into your touch.
âIâm s-sorryâŠyou must be tired of thisâ he breathed out, thrusts faltering for a minute, like your arms wrapping around him was what would finally push him over the edge.
âI want it, Choâ you whispered making sure to stare into his eyes, absolutely relishing the way he got impossibly nervous âDeep inside, okay? You want a baby, right?â
âY-yes! I doâŠwith youâ He quickly nodded and god was he just adorable, even when he was rearranging your guts âthen fill me upâ you said and he was a goner, fucking into you so good you just might lose your mind until you felt your walls getting coated with his warm cum, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping from him when your greedy walls suddenly clamped down around him âHmph-fuck..â
Your chest rose and fell as you slowly caught your breath, fingers absentmindedly combing through Chosoâs hair while he stayed tucked against your neck, unwilling to move just yet, keeping his dick lodged inside you and keeping you full with him seed. His arms remained wrapped securely around your waist as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead âIâm sure itâll catch this timeâ you whispered.
Choso slowly lifted his head, his brows pinched together as he looked at you with those impossibly soft eyes. âJ-just⊠one more time, pleaseâ he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper âJust once more⊠so we know for sureâ
He looked at you like he was begging, lashes fluttering as he searched your face for any sign of you giving in. This was unfair. He wore that helpless expression so naturally, and whether he realized it or not, he knew exactly what it did to you.
You didnât even bother pretending to think about it, mostly because you actually enjoyed getting stuffed full by your whiny little boyfriend who was desperately trying to knock you up ââŠOkayâ
His eyes lit up instantly âReally?â
You smiled, already reaching up to cup his face âYeah, reallyâ then you added, quietly âI want a baby with you tooâ
tags : choso x fem!reader, tattoo artist!Choso, older brother Choso, age gap, he doesn't fuck with you at first, angsty, mentions of depression, reader and Yuji are best friends, college au, no curses, hurt comfort, he's down bad, eventual smut, family issues, one original character, unrequited love, other jjk characters â
âžș âYou want to talk about who failed him? Really? Because I promise you thatâs not a conversation youâre going to win with me, Chosoâ
"I can't"
summary â Choso Kamo packed up his entire life for his brother without thinking twice after a disturbing call. He left behind unfinished business and told himself he was fine with that, he had no other choice but to be. He resented you, his brotherâs best friend, for reasons he knew werenât fair, and you didnât think much of him either.
And yet, after a lifetime of denying himself everything, youâre the first person who made him want more.
firefighter!Toji gets injured on the job and suddenly finds himself at your mercy
Toji had suffered a concussion and a fracture to his right leg while saving two people from a burning building, and somehow, being put on bed rest was the worst thing that couldâve happened to him.
You walked in from a quick grocery run to find him halfway across the living room, crutches barely holding him up while he dragged himself toward the couch making you nearly drop every bag on the floor âToji!â
He looked up, completely and infiruatingly unbothered âWhat are you doing?â You grabbed his arm before he could take another limping step âYouâre not supposed to be walking around!â
âSick of the bedroom, wanted the couchâ he said, like that was more than a reasonable explanation.
âOh my God, youâre so damn hardheadedâ You guided him the rest of the way to the couch, where he dropped down with a satisfied exhale. His injured leg stretched across the cushions while the other hung off the side, and you immediately adjusted the blanket over him.
âDid you take your afternoon meds? Does your leg hurt? You were walking on itââ
âYeah, yeah, I took âemâ Toji leaned back against the armrest, far too entertained by your concern. The fractured leg barely registered as more than an inconvenience to him. To you, it had been the worst phone call of your life.
He still teased you about crying all over his hospital bed that day, unable to understand why you were so upset when heâd survived just fine.
âMore importantly, what time you picking up the brat from judo?â he asked, hand settling on your thigh out of nowhere.
You looked at him sideways âAround five. WhyâŠ?â
âWhyâ he repeated, like the question amused him. His hands moved to your waist, and before you could react, he was pulling you down onto the couch with him, maneuvering you between his legs with too much ease for an injured man âyou been treating me like a porcelain doll for weeksâ he said, grinning up at you âI broke my leg, the rest works just fineâ
âToji, the doctor saidââ You began but he cut you off with a scuff
âJust say you donât wanna put in the workâ The grin didnât waver âWouldnât expect much else from a pillow princess anywayâ
You knew better than to fall for his provocations, but this was just too much, even for you.
And Toji couldnât have possibly anticipated such a complete 180 from you. His doting personal nurse from just a few hours ago now had him shaking, face flushed and twisted into a mix of pleasure and frustration âFucking hell⊠haâI canâtâ he blurted out in that rough, raspy voice of his.
Your grip on his aching cock loosened slightly so as not to push him over the edge just yet âYou need to hold it in a little longer. Come on, you can do itâ you cooed, cruelly stroking his twitching dick nice and slow, relishing the thick string of precum that dripped onto his stomach.
âI told you I canât, woman!â he groaned, his voice breaking. He immediately regretted raising his voice when he felt your thumb glide along one of his veins before pressing against his urethral opening âB-baby, wait⊠if you press thereângh!â
His head shot back when you applied more pressure to the sensitive spot, his words catching in his throat as his eyes widened at the strange sensation âOh, now itâs baby, huh?â you teased, leaning in until your lips brushed against his neck. âYou wanna cum that badly?â Toji had never nodded faster in his life.
You hummed, pulling back to get a better look at him. God, he looked delicious. His cheeks and ears were flushed a pretty shade of pink, eyes glossy, lips trembling âYou sure? Use your wordsâ You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
âFuck! Please, okay?â he gasped âI wanna cumâ The words clearly burned on the way out, but what other choice did he have?
âAlright then, since you asked so nicely" You could see the relief wash over his face immediately. Poor thing had no idea what was waiting for him.
Toji was lightheaded by now, incoherent words and shameless moans slipping freely from his mouth. His calloused hands gripped at your thighs in a desperate attempt to slow you down as you continued bouncing on his oversensitive cock, warm cunt hugging him so tightly like you were trying to milk him dry, which you were âAhâI canât! Fuck! Fuck!â he cried, feeling himself cum again, filling you up for the third time now.
âWowâŠyour loads arenât getting any smallerâ you breathed, readjusting yourself as you leaned against his chest âyouâre real pretty like this, you know?" You grinned, but Toji didnât seem interested in compliments at the moment.
âs'nough⊠canâtâŠâ he managed between quick breaths, eyes dropping to where the two of you were connected, his pelvis coated in your juices and his cum âYou said you wanted to cum, didnât you?â you reminded him.
Toji cursed himself for not seeing through your little scheme sooner. As soon as this leg healed, he was definitely getting payback. Tenfold.
But for now, you were going to enjoy hearing that cocky asshole beg again and again until you overstimulated that stubbornness out of him.
drummer!Eren forgets all about his stage fright the second you walk into his dressing room (part 1)
âEren, open the damn door before I leaveâ the lock clicked almost immediately.
Eren opened the door looking stressed as hell, hair messy from dragging his hands through it too much. But the second he realized it was you standing there, his entire face changed, softening instantly ââŠYou came?â
âYes, I came, dumbassâ You brushed past him into the room immediately âWhat the fuck is up with you? People are getting impatient, including meâ
Eren shut the door behind you before dropping onto the leather couch with a groan âThereâs too many people out thereâ
âYou literally spent the whole week harassing people on campus to come to your stupid gigâ you stated, vividly remembering him shoving his stupid little flyers in peoples faces, including the damn faculty staff.
âYeah, but I didnât think they actually wouldâ He rubbed both hands down his face dramatically, smudging his dark eye makeup a little âWhat if we suck? What if everybody leaves halfway through? Jeanâs already pissed off, Connie keeps forgetting shit, and if I fuck up one song the whole setâsââ
âUgh! youâre overthinking itâ
âNo, Iâm seriousâ Eren looked up at you finally, frustration and anxiety written all over his face âI can literally hear people out there talking about us and we havenât even gone onstage yet. What if they think weâre straight ass?â
You stared at him for a second because this genuinely did not feel real. Eren usually moved through life like embarrassment physically could not touch him. How was someone like that even nervous right now? âAnd if we miss one cueââ
You grabbed his jaw and kissed him before he could continue his self deprecating rant, words dying in his throat instantly.
Eren made this muffled sound against your mouth before both his hands grabbed your waist hard enough to pull you straight into his lap. The kiss got messy immediately, all tongue and him kissing you like heâd been thinking about it all fucking day. One hand slid up your back while the other squeezed your thigh hard enough to make you shift against him.
âYou talk too damn much,â you muttered breathlessly when he finally let you pull away for a second.
Eren just grinned against your lips before kissing you again slower this time, like he was trying to drag it out. His hands kept roaming under your top, rings cool against your skin, fingers pressing into your waist while he practically melted into you.
The nervousness from earlier was clearly gone now.
When you finally released yourself from his grip, Eren tried following your mouth for another kiss before you pushed at his chest lightly.
âThatâs enough, youâre clearly feeling betterâ You salvaged the bit of your lip gloss left quickly with your thumb âNow get your ass out there because I did not drag myself down to this musty ass bar for you to waste my timeâ
Eren laughed softly, still holding your hips, showing no signs of letting you go âYouâre a pretty supportive girlfriend, yâknow that?â
âYeah, whateverâ you scuffed
âYou came all the way here, looking so outta place in your little Chooâsâ he said, looking weirdly pleased with himself now âjust for meâ
You rolled your eyes and slid off his lap âPeople are waitingâ
Eren grabbed your wrist before you could take even a step âWaitâ
You looked back at him already annoyed again âOh myâwhat now?â
He leaned back against the couch cushions, grin turning crooked and shameless âI kinda have another problemâ Your eyes dropped immediately.
âYouâre disgustingâ you snarled âArmin is literally about to have a panick attack out thereâ
âYouâd rather I perform like this?â He looked entirely annoyingly unbothered, nervous breakdown officially forgotten and smugness returning full force âThey can wait another minuteâ
His hands slid up your thighs slowly beneath your skirt before his grip tightened. Your breath caught a little despite yourself, which only made him grin wider.
âMake it quickâ you muttered finally, caving to Erenâs annoying charm. Eren chuckled before leaning in for another kiss, the slow and passionate kind. His lips were so soft, pressing against yours. He moved slowly at first, tilting his head, brushing his mouth against yours, then parting them just enough to slip his tongue against yours.
Then suddenly he shifted âErenââ
Before you could even process, he grabbed your hips and turned you around against the couch. Your knees sank into the cushions, elbows bracing against the leather armrest while he pushed your skirt higher up your thighs until the fabric bunched around your waist, exposing your underwear.
âKeep squeezing them togetherâ he murmured, spreading his palms over your thighs and gently pressing them together
You glanced back over your shoulder, catching the look on his face before he pressed against you from behind, slow enough to pull a shaky breath out of you immediately when you felt his hard on drag against your lips, tip pocking your clit âOh, fuckâŠâ
Eren groaned softly at the feeling of your silk coating him, both hands sliding up your thighs before gripping your waist for dear life. The position made everything feel worse in the best way possible, every slow drag of his hips while your pussy creamed all over him embarrassingly fast.
âThere you goâ he breathed against your shoulder before kissing it softly when he felt you tighten your thighs on your own.
Your fingers sank into the armrest when he rolled his hips against you again, cruelly dragging it out on purpose. The couch creaked quietly beneath both of you, your skirt riding higher every time he pulled you back against him âHa-ErenâŠâ
âHm?â he innocently hummed, bucking his hips forward, tip sliding over your throbbing clit.
âYouâre taking forever"
A quiet laugh left him at that, mouth brushing your shoulder again âYou like it thoughâ
âUgh-I doâ you breathed, trying to push back against him harder only for his hands to tighten slightly on your hips âBut...the bandâ
Eren grinned against your skin before kissing along your shoulder lazily, completely enjoying himself now that he had you, the resident mean girl, squirming beneath him âI know but, need you to stay stillâ he murmured near your ear âCan you do that for me?â
That soft tone should not have you this weak. Especially not when he was moving this damn slow on purpose, keeping your thighs pressed together while every steady roll of his hips dragged perfectly against your clit. Your breathing was uneven now, fingers slipping slightly against the leather while Eren stayed glued behind you, hands roaming constantly over your body like he couldnât stop touching you.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered quietly against your shoulder âYou feel so good like this, princessâ
You peeked back at him once again, only to find him already staring at you, messy hair falling into his face while his mouth stayed slightly open from uneven breathing. He looked completely gone now, every bit of that earlier nervousness replaced with this dazed obsession every time your body reacted to him.
âRen...fasterâ you blurted out and that crooked grin spread right back across his face at the sound of your voice turning needy for him. He kissed the side of your neck slowly before finally giving you what you wanted, pace picking up just enough to make your head fall forward slightly. Your thighs twitched immediately when he pulled you back harder against him, the pressure making your breath catch over and over again while Eren groaned quietly behind you at every reaction.
âShitâŠâ he breathed, forehead briefly dropping against your shoulder as he finally settled. His grip loosened slowly âSaved meâ he murmured, hand giving your waist one last squeeze before letting go.
âDonât get used to itâ you said immediately while fixing your skirt, making him chuckle at how quickly you got back to your usual self.
Back in the main section, the noise overwhelmed you all over again.
Armin spotted you first, relief flashing across his face as Eren finally walked out from backstage a few seconds later.
âOh, thank God!â Armin exhaled, gripping his chest âYou actually got him out hereâ
You shrugged, forcing your expression into something neutral âYeah, whateverâ
Armin didnât miss the way you werenât really meeting his eyes.
ââŠYou okay?â he asked carefully
âIâm fine!,â you said too quickly, already adjusting yourself, especially your skirt âNow, get up thereâ you ordered as if one more second of staring at you would give away how you got him out of there.
student-athlete!Choso only behaves when access to you is revoked
Choso hates running and going to class.
Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesnât care. He does track because Yuji did, because heâs insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. Itâs very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, heâs been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, thatâs all he cares about.
The second the door shuts, heâs on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like heâs been thinking about this all week, because he has âMissed you so much,babyâ he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.
And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way heâs already chasing more before youâve even given him anything. Heâs moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like thatâs where he was actually meant to be all this time.
âShe missed me too?â he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.
You smile, slow but hiding something âHm,â you hum, like youâre thinking about it âYeah⊠she didâ
His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like heâs been rewarded for something he didnât even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he canât waste one more second.
But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.
He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he canât quite call anything exceptâŠgood?
ââŠbabyâ he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs âHaâplease..I canât moveâ
You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him âYou know what else missed you?â you say softly.
he pauses before opening his mouth â..what?â he asks.
âYour classes, Chosoâ you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was âheard you been skippingâ
âI-Iâve been going to practiceâ he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more âAghâfuck..â He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.
âYou know thatâs not enough, right?â you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.
âIâll go, okay?â he says quickly, nodding like heâs agreeing before you even finish âIâll go, I swear. I justââ he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach âDonât deny me this, pleaseâ
You raise a brow.
âPlease,â he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if youâre not letting him move forward âI-Iâll go to class. I will. Iâll go to all of them, I wonât skip, Iâll stay at practice, I wonât leave early, Iâllââ he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic âIâll be good, I swearâ
You tilt your head âGood?â
He nods immediately âYeahâYes!â
âHow ?â
âLikeâŠâ he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that youâve frankly never seen before âhowever you wantâ
That does something. You donât move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesnât get anything until you decide ââŠpromise?â you ask âdonât wanna get more emails from your coach âbout youâ
âI promise!â he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.
You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking pre through his shorts. Then slowly move it.
Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs ââmmph⊠fuh..tastes sâgoodâŠâ he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweer scent âs-slow down, Choâ you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.
student-athlete!Choso only behaves when access to you is revoked
Choso hates running and going to class.
Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesnât care. He does track because Yuji did, because heâs insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. Itâs very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, heâs been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, thatâs all he cares about.
The second the door shuts, heâs on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like heâs been thinking about this all week, because he has âMissed you so much,babyâ he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.
And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way heâs already chasing more before youâve even given him anything. Heâs moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like thatâs where he was actually meant to be all this time.
âShe missed me too?â he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.
You smile, slow but hiding something âHm,â you hum, like youâre thinking about it âYeah⊠she didâ
His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like heâs been rewarded for something he didnât even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he canât waste one more second.
But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.
He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he canât quite call anything exceptâŠgood?
ââŠbabyâ he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs âHaâplease..I canât moveâ
You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him âYou know what else missed you?â you say softly.
he pauses before opening his mouth â..what?â he asks.
âYour classes, Chosoâ you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was âheard you been skippingâ
âI-Iâve been going to practiceâ he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more âAghâfuck..â He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.
âYou know thatâs not enough, right?â you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.
âIâll go, okay?â he says quickly, nodding like heâs agreeing before you even finish âIâll go, I swear. I justââ he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach âDonât deny me this, pleaseâ
You raise a brow.
âPlease,â he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if youâre not letting him move forward âI-Iâll go to class. I will. Iâll go to all of them, I wonât skip, Iâll stay at practice, I wonât leave early, Iâllââ he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic âIâll be good, I swearâ
You tilt your head âGood?â
He nods immediately âYeahâYes!â
âHow ?â
âLikeâŠâ he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that youâve frankly never seen before âhowever you wantâ
That does something. You donât move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesnât get anything until you decide ââŠpromise?â you ask âdonât wanna get more emails from your coach âbout youâ
âI promise!â he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.
You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking pre through his shorts. Then slowly moved it.
Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs ââmmph⊠fuh..tastes sâgoodâŠâ he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweet scent âs-slow down, Choâ you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.
youâre sweet bf!Choso failed to mention he was a virgin untilâŠhe was inside you
Youâd just made it official with Choso, and honestly? Youâd been on cloud nine, and heâd been keeping you there every day and night.
Nights at his place were heavy with sweet words, soft touches, kisses all the way down to between your legs that left your heart racing and your mind spinning,wanting more while still tugging at his hair because you couldnât take it anymore. Heâd been patient with you, careful, always watching your reactions like they were the most important thing in the world.
You had no reason to suspect anything was off, right?
You were on top, lips tangled with his after you finally managed to lower yourself on his ridiculously thick cock, wet pussy wrapped so tightly around himâChoso felt like he was getting dizzy from the sensation which made him unusually tense âCho..you okay, babyâ you breathed out between kisses on his jaw.
He let out a strained groan, hands tightening around your hips like he needed something to hold ontoâYeah..sorry, Iâve never gone this far before so the feeling is a bitââ
Your eyes went wide as you shot back, the sudden movement making him whine âWait⊠what!?â your mouth fell agape âW-why are you just telling me this now?â You rambled, unsure what to do or how to feel.
He shrugged, like he genuinely didnât see the big deal âYeah I didnât think it was important. Weâre together so it was going to happen eventuallyâŠâ
You blinked at him for a second, heart squeezing â⊠but we couldâve waited until you were readyâ you suddenly felt this weird flicker of guilt, like youâd accidentally taken something from him without realizing it.
âplease donât get upsetâ His hands slid up your thighs, holding on a little tighter âI donât care as long as itâs with you. I promise Iâll make you feel good! If thatâs what youâre worried aboutâŠâ He averted his gaze, like he hadnât even thought about that until now.
Youâd been looking at his face without really realizing it but he just looked so deliciously slutty. Cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair tousled across the pillow, eyes half-lidded and locked on you like you were the only thing that existed, like he had no control and was entirely yours
Your sympathy lasted about three seconds when you saw how ruined he was for you.
Because the moment you shifted slightly, Chosoâs head tipped back and a cute, helpless sound came out of him âHaââ he bit his bottom lip. You grinned and rocked your hips again âOhâfuckââ he groaned quietly, fingers digging into your hips.
âIâm barely doing anything, Choâ you teased, planting your palms flat against his pecks. Choso looked up at you with a dazed expression that made your pussy flutter âJ-justâŠgive me a secondâ
You lifted your hips and slowly brought them back down until your ass met his thighs. your lip catching between your teeth as his dick dragged against your walls âHmphâfuck!â He cried out, eyes glued on the part where the two of you connected âBabyâŠpleaseâ he looked up with those needy eyes that just had you clenching around him so hard âItâs too muchâŠâ
You leaned down, brushing a kiss along his jaw as he wrapped his arms around you âI know,my loveâ you said softly with a smile âIâll go slow, âkay?â Another rock of your hips had him sucking in a breath and he immediately brought his forearm up over his eyes, hiding his face like that might help âHaâwaitââ he whined under his breath.
You laughed quietly, planting your hands on his chest. âSo sensitive~â You bounced this time, a little faster, and his other hand came up to cover his face completely, fingers pressing against his eyes as another shaky sound slipped out of him, lips quivering from the unexplainable pleasure he felt right now from your cruel cunt sucking him in.
âP-pleaseâ he groaned, voice muffled behind his hands âHaâha..feels soâŠsoâ You couldnât help smiling down at him, leaning forward so you could see his cute little face âgood?â
He nodded, little whines slipping past his lips, and you felt your chest tighten, fuck, why was he so cute? âCome on,â you purred, tugging gently at his wrists, âshow me your face~â
He hesitated, jaw tight and you couldnât help the little smirk that crept over your lips. He peeked through his fingers, eyes glossy and entirely addicted to you.
âThatâs it,â you whispered, leaning down so your forehead rested against his, watching every tiny quiver in his expression. His hands dropped slowly and you pressed closer, letting him feel the full weight of you against him.
He whimpered low, shaky breaths fanning across your skin âShit-so warmâŠfuckâ
âHa-hmphâŠyou like this, donât you?â you murmured, fingers sliding lightly over his arms, breathing quickening as you picked up the pace riding him.
He groaned again, whimpering âyes! yeah soâŠso muchâshitâ His voice broke on each word, pathetic and needy, and you couldnât help the small laugh that trembled through you.
TA!Nanami whoâs roaming the third floor of the library late, trying to find a quiet, isolated spot to quickly grade his papers when, he notices you in one of the study rooms alone, door slightly cracked, laptop open, papers spread, so focused you donât even notice him in the doorway.
TA!Nanami who should be used to it by now but still hates seeing you so exhausted and overworked, mostly because heâs been there. He knows exactly what it feels like to be so ambitious you push yourself past the point of reason. And part of him aches to make you stop, to make you relax for once. Admirable right? Well, not when heâs been dreaming of doing so by fucking the stress out of you, make your brain shut off completely, just for a second, just for him.
He shouldnât want it. Youâre one of the most passionate students heâs ever had⊠and somehow, impossibly, his favorite fantasy.
TA!Nanami who steps in anyway, quietly closing the door behind him âYou shouldnât be doing this to yourselfâ he says, voice low and unusually rough. Miserably trying to hide his true intentions.
You glance up, shy smile pulling at your lips âGod, at this point, I canât help itâ
He moves closer, leaning over your chair, leaving all the morals he onced cherished so much behind him when he gazed down your exposed neck, already dreaming of leaving his mark on it âI can help you,â he murmurs âLet meâŠpleaseâ
Itâs painfully obvious from the hungry look in his eyes. He wants to unravel you, make you forget everything else, be the center of your attention even if it goes against everything he stands for.
TA!Nanami whose eyes are practically rolling into the back of his head as your perfect plush thighs squeeze his head, the taste of your sweet cunt, your quick huffs, your soft skin almost sending him into a trance âHa! FuckâŠs-sirâ you gasp not knowing what do to with yourself as your favorite TA ate you out âI-I canâtâ you bit your lip, fingers tangling in his blond hair, tugging desperately, trying to make him stop. Nanami doesnât budge, only dipping down to your dripping hole, tongue circling it while his nose nudged at your clit. His cock twitching in his slacks at your cute but poorly muffled moans and quiet cries, hole clenching around his tongue which had him groaning against you.
âHaâKento!â You let out a painfully embarrassing cry that only made him hold onto your thighs thighter while he ate you off the bone, not caring for how loud his slurping of your addictive juices were or how loud the both of you were getting as heâs too obsessed with making you feel every bit of pleasure he can give âCum for meâhaâŠplease,I want itâ he begs, eyes low and cheeks a pretty pink, in such a whiny voice that turns you on more than you wish âWant to make you feel so-so fucking goodâ he mumbles, tongue already sticking back out and licking up your clit, enjoying the way your whole body flinched âw-waitâ you tried to get out from his grip as he keeps flicking his tongue at your clit mercilessly and you donât even have the time to realize it before your cum is dripping down his chin, droplets getting onto his shirt, chest heaving as a singular tear drop rolled down your cheek.
TA!Nanami who spent the next twenty-four hours wondering what the hell he had done. Half of him telling himself he completely lost it. The other half replaying it in his head and hating how he tried to remember the taste of your juices.
Then he walks into class and sees you in your usual seat. But you look different. Like you slept for three days straight and caught up on every hour youâd been losing all semester. When your eyes meet his for a second thereâs this small, knowing look between you two. Nanami just looks away and exhales hard, realizing that heâd done exactly what he wanted: he made you forget, just for short moment, all your responsibilities.
finally I wrote for my man! still working on the incredible requests I got for him <3
