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Summary: Choso was your bestfriends brother, the hot older brother who has tattoos and does piercings, and of course, you'd only let him give you your belly button piercing. ۶ৎ Choso x black fem reader ۶ৎ
Context: Piercings, eating it from the back, back shots, unprotected sex, fingering, edging,
Word count — 5.4k
Babble; I'm running out of ideas for titles.
You laughed, breathless and a little dizzy, as Yuji spun you around the quad like you were weightless. The late afternoon sun hit just right, the grass packed with seniors screaming, hugging, crying—pure chaos in the best way. It was the last day of high school. No more exams, no more stress. Just prom, graduation, and a very deserved hot girl summer waiting for you on the other side.
“Yuji, put me down!” you squealed, clutching his wrists. “I’m gonna throw up if you keep spinning me like this!”
He laughed, loud and carefree, finally setting you back on your feet. His hands stayed on your waist, steadying you while you found your balance.
“I’m allowed to be excited,” he said, grinning so hard it almost hurt to look at him. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. No more late-night study sessions, school is officially over, and I’m on a full-ride football scholarship in the fall.”
You smiled, pride blooming in your chest. “I know. I’m proud of you.”
And you were. You’d known Yuji your whole life—literally. He’d waddled into your playgroup with scraped knees and too-big sneakers and never left your side after that. From finger painting to first detentions, heartbreaks to inside jokes no one else ever understood, he’d been your constant.
Your person.
“C’mon,” he said suddenly, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “We gotta find Megumi before he ghosts everyone and pretends this day never happened.”
You shook your head as you let him pull you along the quad; the rest of your friends were hovering around, laughing and gossiping about God knows what.
Yuji had pulled Megumi into a headlock, the two play-fighting as you rolled your eyes as you perched yourself on Nobra's lap.
"You ass is too fat for my lap, gorgeous."
"Careful, your boyfriend has always believed I'd steal you away from him when the time comes. But I always thought you were too good for Yuji anyway."
"Hey!" The rest of your friends laughed at the boy's outbursts, Megumi getting the upperhand as he tackled the pink-haired boy to the floor.
You ignored the boys as you and Nobora walked hand in hand to her parked car, your eyes darted down to the girl's exposed midriff, the diamond shining in the sun.
"Hey, I've been thinking, as a graduation gift to myself, I want to get a piercing."
Her eyes lit up instantly. “YES. Finally. I’ve been waiting for this character development.”
You laughed. “Relax, it’s not that dramatic.”
“Where?” she asked, already bouncing a little. “Nose? Cartilage? Belly button—”
Your mouth went dry. You shrugged, playing it cool. “Belly button.”
Nobara gasped like you’d just told her a secret. “Oh, that’s hot. Sigh, poor Yuji, I've corrupted his bestfriend."
“Yuji doesn’t get a say,” you shot back, though your eyes flicked automatically toward the quad where he and Megumi were still rolling around like idiots.
“You know who does piercings, right?”
Your stomach dipped.
“…Yeah. I'm gonna DM him on insta tonight. Wanna get it done before the party tomorrow night."
"I promise you, he's super careful, he done all of mine, with Yuji yapping in the background but he totally does it painfree. I can come with you if you don't want my idiot boyfriend there."
You bit your lip as you leaned against the car, "No, I'm a big girl, I can do this on my own."
Across the lot, Yuji finally noticed you and cupped his hands around his mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT!?"
Nobara sucked her teeth and spun on her heel, already fed up with her boyfriend. “YUJI, I do not have time for your nonsense. Get in the car—now.”
“I was just asking—”
“Car. Now.”
He clamped his mouth shut immediately, grumbling under his breath as he trudged toward the passenger side like a scolded golden retriever. You had to bite back a laugh as you slid into the back seat, the door clicking shut behind you.
People always misunderstood them.
From the outside, it looked like Nobara ran Yuji’s entire life—bossy, loud, always barking orders while he smiled and followed along. But that wasn’t the truth.
You knew Yuji; he was chaos wrapped in sunshine. Confident and stubborn. Way more aware than people gave him credit for. He chose to let Nobara take the lead sometimes, mostly because he thought it was funny and because he trusted her.
And trust was kind of his thing.
The car pulled away from the curb, Nobara already ranting about traffic and how she needed to go shopping for her dress. Yuji tuned her out, glancing back at you through the rearview mirror.
“You good back there?” he asked, soft.
"I'm going to crash when we get to yours, but I will need food, Itadori."
He laughed as he reached into the console before lobbing a packet of crisps over the seat. It hit you square in the chest.
“That should hold you over,” he said. “Don’t say I never take care of you.”
You tore it open immediately, crunching loudly and unashamed. It hadn't taken you long before Nobora pulled up to Yuji's house, the three of you had skipped into the home, your shoes kicked off as you launched onto the awaiting beanbag in the corner of his living room, sinking into it with a satisfied groan.
“God,” you muttered, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not moving for at least twenty minutes.”
Yuji snorted, tossing his keys onto the counter. “You say that every time.”
“And every time, I mean it.”
Nobara flopped onto the couch, already scrolling on her phone. “We ordering food or cooking?”
“Ordering,” you and Yuji said in unison.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course.”
You half-listened, thumb absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram while your brain was very much not present. Every swipe brought you closer to what you were trying not to think about. Your fingers tapped against the screen, restless. Your teeth worried your bottom lip as your stomach twisted itself into knots.
Stop being dramatic, you told yourself. But you didn't have time to overthink anything; the sound of footsteps had your head snapping up until your eyes landed on him.
"You guys finally finish school, and you're just lounging around."
"We deserve to rest, don't we, big brother?" Yuji called out, throwing a popcorn cornel at his brother's head.
Your eyes never left Choso's form, his black compressed tee showed off his form perfectly, the tattoos widing up from his hand to his forearm always had your mouth watering a bit.
You always had a little crush on Choso since you were younger, the taboo feeling of liking your bestfriends older brother was nerve-racking. Choso was Yuji's half-brother, the emo coming into Yuji's life when he was only four, and he was seven, but he loved Yuji and always made sure he knew.
Choso walked over to his brother, pushing his feet off the table as he came by to kiss you and Bora on the head before he sank into the sofa himself.
"It's Friday night, I know damn well someone is having a party tonight."
“We’re going out tomorrow,” Yuji said lazily, kicking his feet up. “Gotta save our energy for the party, Cho.”
Choso clicked his tongue, unimpressed. Your eyes tracked the movement of his hands as he idly twisted one of his rings, metal glinting under the light.
“Please. You go out tonight, get drunk, wake up, and do it all over again tomorrow,” he said dryly. “I know you all know how to live.”
The three of you exchanged looks.
Annoyingly… he was right.
Nobara clapped her hands once, eyes lighting up. “Okay, hear me out. Sukuna’s throwing something tonight. We’ve got a couple hours.”
You nodded your head, liking the idea of getting drunk tonight.
“And,” she continued, turning to you, “instead of doing that thing tomorrow, how about you do it now? It’ll look hot.”
Yuji sat straight up. “Do what thing?”
You narrowed your eyes at Nobara, who didn’t even try to hide the smug smile stretching across her face.
“Nothin—” you started.
“Cho,” she cut in sweetly, “our girl here wants her belly pierced.” She tilted her head, all innocent. “Think you can do it for her before the party tonight?”
The room went quiet.
Choso’s hand stilled, slowly, his gaze slid to you.
Your heart kicked hard against your ribs.
“Is that so?” he asked, voice calm, unreadable.
You swallowed. “I—yeah. If that’s okay. Totally fine if not.”
He studied you for a moment longer than necessary, eyes dipping briefly to your midriff before returning to your face.
“…Yeah,” he said finally. “I can do it. We can go to the shop, and I'll drop you off to the party later.”
You could feel your heart beating against your chest as you eyed him, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he got up from the couch. Nobora couldn't stop giggling as she watched you try and fail to get your barrings.
Choso nodded toward the door. “You coming?”
You pushed yourself up from the beanbag, heart racing. “Yeah.”
Yuji blinked at you, sitting up straighter. “Wait—you’re really doing this? Now? I didn’t even know you wanted a piercing.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone. “You don’t need to know everything.”
“Huh? Yes, I do,” he argued immediately. “I’m your best friend—”
“YUJI,” Nobara snapped, already standing. “Shut up and go get ready.”
You laughed as the two of them launched into their usual back-and-forth, voices overlapping, insults flying like it was a sport. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing exactly what Nobara was doing—creating chaos on purpose so you could slip away before Yuji asked one question too many.
You grabbed your coat, slid your arms into it, and headed toward the door.
Choso was already there, leather jacket on, keys in hand. He looked too relaxed, like this was just another errand instead of something that had your nerves buzzing under your skin.
As you passed him, he leaned in slightly.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice low enough that it barely registered as sound. “I’ll take care of you.”
Your nerves hadn’t settled once—not when you climbed into his car, and definitely not now as the shop came into view.
The drive from Yuji’s house had been quiet, but not uncomfortable. Choso had given you free reign of the music, and it wasn’t long before soft hip-hop filled the car as streetlights blurred past the windows. The bass hummed low, steady, grounding in a way that almost made you forget how fast your heart was beating.
Almost.
You’d never really been alone with Choso before. There was always a buffer, Yuji cracking jokes, Nobara talking over everyone, noise and movement keeping things light. But now it was just the two of you, and surprisingly… you weren’t scared.
Not even a little, you trusted him.
Choso fit the bad-boy stereotype too well for his own good. Jet-black hair that constantly fell into his eyes, tattoos winding up his arms, art he’d designed himself—ink peeking from beneath his collar. A couple of facial piercings that somehow made him look softer instead of harsher.
Annoyingly unfair.
He was only three years older than you, and yeah, you weren’t stupid. You knew he’d been with his fair share of girls, but that hadn't stopped your crush.
"Here we are,” he said, killing the engine.
You looked up at the shop, dim lights glowing behind tinted windows, a neon sign humming softly. Your stomach flipped again.
“You nervous?” he asked, glancing over at you.
You didn’t lie. “A little.”
He nodded like he expected that. “That’s normal. I’ll explain everything before I do anything. If you wanna stop, we stop.”
That helped more than you expected.
“Okay,” you said, exhaling.
He stepped out first, rounding the car and opening your door for you like it was second nature. The air outside was cool, crisp, carrying the faint scent of metal and disinfectant.
As you followed him inside, the door locking softly behind you, you began to take in the scene. You had heard a lot about this place from Yuji. It was big; you knew other tattoo artists and piercers worked here, but the place was deserted.
Your brows knit together. “Uh… where is everyone?”
Choso reached the front desk and flicked on the overhead lights one by one, the place coming alive in a low hum. He dropped his keys onto the counter, the metallic clink echoing through the shop, then shrugged out of his leather jacket.
“Shop’s supposed to be closed today,” he said calmly, already moving with purpose as he headed toward one of the stations. “But I’ve got the keys.”
He washed his hands, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flexed. Laid out sterile tools with careful precision.
“So,” he added casually, “I do what I want.”
You watched him finish setting up the station, the tight knot in your stomach loosening little by little as soft R&B hummed through the speakers. The music settled into the space, warm and low, taking the edge off your nerves.
You shrugged your jacket off and stepped closer, eyes drifting over the art boards lining the walls. Sketches layered on sketches, bold lines, intricate shading, designs that felt alive. One in particular caught your attention.
A chain tattoo, thick and detailed, wrapped around a flexed bicep.
“Is that yours?” you asked.
Choso glanced up, following your gaze. “Yeah,” he said simply. “Designed it myself.”
You hummed appreciatively. “It’s fire.”
He huffed a quiet laugh. “Appreciate it. Not gonna lie though—hurt like a bitch.”
That surprised a smile out of you. “Cho your littered in tattoos and piercings, seems like you like the pain.”
He shrugged, rolling his shoulder like he could still feel it. “Pain’s part of it. Most people do tend to like the pain that comes with the art."
Your eyes drifted back to the design on the board—then, without really meaning to, down his arm. The tattoo looked even better on him. Dark ink against warm skin, muscles shifting subtly every time he moved, like the art was alive.
You swallowed, then scoffed softly. “I’m a big old wuss, Cho. You know that.” You glanced up at him. “Remember how much I cried when I twisted my ankle after falling off my bike?”
Choso blinked once, then burst out laughing.
“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “You were six.” He smirked. “And if I remember correctly, ten minutes later you beat the hell outta my brother for the last grape ice lolly.”
“That was my ice lolly,” you defended immediately. “He knew that.”
He laughed again, softer this time, eyes warm as they stayed on you a little longer than necessary. “You’ve always been tougher than you think.”
Choso turned back to the station, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves.
“Alright,” he said, tone shifting back to professional but gentle. “I’ll talk you through everything. Deep breaths, yeah?”
You nodded as you stood in front of him. You hadn't really noticed it, but Choso's eyes drifted down your body. He eyed your exposed midriff, your small pink crop top stopped inches above your belly button, and you had worn a pair of baggy jeans that hung around your waist.
He cleared his throat quietly and looked back up, jaw tightening just a fraction.
“Go ahead and lie back,” he said, gesturing to the chair. “Make yourself comfortable.”
You shifted against the padded surface, the rustling of the paper filling the room as your gaze drifted up to the ceiling. Choso moved into your eyeline, you flinched slightly when the cool wipe touched your skin, and he immediately paused.
“Sorry,” he murmured, low and instinctive.
“It’s okay,” you said quickly, exhaling.
He nodded, then reached for a marker. “I’m gonna mark where the jewellery will sit,” he explained, tone steady. “You’ll get a chance to look at it before I use the needle. That alright?”
You nodded again, trusting him without hesitation.
As he leaned closer, a soft shiver ran through you—not from fear, just awareness. You could feel his breath fan lightly over your skin, warm against the contrast of the antiseptic chill. Your eyes dropped from the ceiling to watch as the black marker traced carefully against your brown skin.
Choso moved away from you, gesturing for you to look in the mirror. You stood up from the bench as you made your way towards it. You were careful not to touch the mark, making sure it wouldn't need to be resterilised. You could feel Choso's presence behind you, his body heat mixing with yours as his eyes met yours through the mirror.
"How's that?"
You swallowed as you turned to face him, your small frame just underneath him as he looked down at you. "It's fine, think I'm ready now."
You crossed back to the chair and lay down again, settling into the seat. Choso’s eyes followed you the whole way, and when you finally relaxed back, he paused—just a second longer than necessary. Something tightened in his throat as he watched you lay beneath him.
“This part’ll be quick,” he said gently as he stepped back into position. “Sharp pinch, then pressure.”
“Okay,” you whispered.
He adjusted everything with careful precision, movements slow and practiced.
“Deep breath in,” Choso said.
You inhaled.
“And out,” he murmured.
The room seemed to hold still around you, the music low, lights humming softly, his presence grounding and calm.
You felt the sharp pinch exactly where he said you would, quick and precise, your breath catching for half a second before you could stop it.
“That’s it,” Choso said immediately, calm and steady. “You’re doing great.”
Pressure followed, his hand never wavering. You focused on your breathing like he told you to, fingers curling slightly against the armrests as the sensation faded from sharp to dull.
“Almost there,” he murmured. “Just breathe... aaand there. All done."
You let out a breath as your shoulders relaxed back into the chair. “Oh. That wasn't as bad as I thought."
Choso pulled his gloves off, disposing the needle as he chuckled at you. "No bleeding, looks good."
You pushed yourself up slowly, testing how you felt, then glanced down instinctively, the glitter shining up at you before you stepped in front of the mirror.
Fuck, it looked good. Really good, that hot girl summer couldn't come fast enough.
The jewellery sat perfectly, the diamond was pink, it caught the light just enough to make your stomach flip, but this time it was excitement, not nerves.
“Oh my god,” you breathed. “It’s so cute.”
Choso watched your reaction quietly, arms crossed loosely over his chest. The tension he’d been holding finally eased when you smiled.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I love it,” you said, looking up at him. “Thank you.”
He nodded, something warm settling behind his eyes. “You did good.”
He walked you through aftercare next—what to clean it with, what not to touch, when to come back if you had any issues.
Your eyes widen slightly as Choso rolled his tongue out of his mouth, the silver ball catching your eye as his teeth played with it.
"Did you do that?"
"Hmm?"
You shuffled against your seat, your thighs rubbing together as you watched him.
"Y-your tongue piercing."
Choso looked up at you, his eyes shifting as he watched your body languge, a smirk tugging on his lips.
"Yeah, it was my first."
"Really? Not your eyebrow or your nose?"
Choso smiled softly, shaking his head as he continued to watch you. "Nah, I wanted to go big, so I did it myself when I turned 19."
"Fucking hell,” you muttered, half-impressed, half-concerned.
He chuckled at that, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small bag along with some rolling papers. He moved unhurriedly, practiced, but his attention kept drifting back to you—how you shifted your weight, how your fingers toyed with your phone.
“You mind if I smoke a bit?” he asked. “I’ll still drive you to your party after.”
You shook your head. “I don’t mind.”
It didn't take you long before your thumbs moved quickly against your phone, answering both Nobora's and Yuji's texts. Choso continued to watch you, your eyes darting over the room.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
You hesitated. “I am. I just—” You exhaled, then laughed softly. “I’m not usually this awkward.”
Choso took a slow pull, then blew out a thin stream of smoke before holding the blunt out to you. You shook your head immediately.
“Could never get into smoking,” you said. “Messes with my head too much.”
He studied you for a second, then nodded like that made perfect sense. “Fair.”
Instead, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of tequila, rolling it once in his palm before holding it up.
"You tryna get me drunk, Cho? I'm underage, you know?"
He scoffed, lips twitching. “You’re eighteen. I started drinking at fifteen.” Then, dry as ever, “And I know damn well where you and Yuji think you hide the booze in his room.”
You chuckled at that, taking the small bottle from him as you quickly downed it. The liquid burning your throat as it made its way through your system.
It hadn't taken long for the nerves to completely loosen from the alcohol; your body more relaxed as you lounged in the chair beneath you. Your eyes were trained on Choso as his lips wrapped around the blunt; he blew out rings before he ashed it out.
"I'm gonna go take a leak, then we'll go." You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding even though you barely heard what he had said.
You quickly stood up, wanting to gather your stuff before you embarrassed yourself even more, but as you reached for your phone, it fell down the crack between the wall and the chair.
Kissing your teeth, you got back on the chair on all fours as your arm slid down the crack as you blindly reached for your phone. Your back arching slightly as you try to get more momentum.
"Fuck." You heard Choso whisper out as he came back into the room.
You stilled as the sound of his footsteps filled the room. You flinched slightly as you felt his fingers glide over your lower back, his thumb pressing into your back dimples.
"You know,” he said quietly, voice lower than before, “you’d look really sexy with dermals right here.”
Heat rushed through you instantly.
You swallowed, still stuck half-under the chair. “Cho…”
“Hm?” His tone was calm, but his touch was anything but careless.
You finally felt your phone and pulled it free, sitting back on your heels on the chair as you turned to look up at him. You swallowed as you met the dark look in his eyes, lids heavy, probably from the weed, but the intensity was unmistakable. Heat rolled off him as you stood, pulse thudding in your ears.
Choso exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding something in. “One thing I pride myself on,” he said quietly, “is my patience.” His jaw flexed. “But God, baby, do you know how hard it’s been not to touch you?”
Your breath stuttered.
“Yuji’s best friend,” he added, softer now. “He’d kill me.”
Your breathing grew uneven, chest rising and falling as his thumb brushed your lower lip as it continues to glide over the brown stain of your lipgloss.
Choso's eyes darkened as your tongue darted out as you licked your lips, but your tongue caught the tip of his thumb. You could feel your heart beat against your chest as he inhaled through his nose.
"Tell me no."
You didn't even hesitate; you shook your head, and he was on you in a minute. Choso's hands were rough as they stayed in your hair, your back pressing against the wall.
The kiss was bruising, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that stole your breath. Your head swam, pulse racing as you clung onto him, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back.
His tongue swept into your mouth, demanding, exploring, while one hand fisted your curls, tilting your head back to deepen the angle. You moaned into him, the sound muffled as your body arched against his.
Choso broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot below your ear. "Been wanting this", he growled, voice husky against your neck. His fingers skimming your bare midriff, sending a shiver down to your core as his thumb edges the waistband of your jeans.
Your legs parted instinctively as he crowded you further against the wall. You could feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against your thigh.
He captured your lips again, slower this time, but no less intense. His hands moved from your waist and travelled up to your covered breasts, his fingers grazing softly against your skin as if he was asking your permission. You pulled him further into you, Choso smiling into the kiss as his hand dipped underneath your top, thumb teasing your nipple until it hardened under the fabric. You whimpered, hips grinding against him as you sought out friction.
Pulling back, Choso's eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with emotion, his gaze dropped to your new piercing, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans, tugging lightly.
You nodded, heart pounding, as he unbuttoned them with deliberate slowness. The zipper rasped in the quiet shop, and cool air kissed your skin. His tatted hand dipped inside, brushing over your panties, finding you already wet. "Fuck," he breathed, circling your clit with expert pressure that made your knees buckle.
You gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as waves of pleasure built. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans, while his fingers worked you—sliding inside, curling just right. The wall held you up as your body trembled.
The buildup was coming fast; he could feel you clench around his fingers, but just as the coil wound tightest, he withdrew abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. A frustrated whimper tore from your throat, your hips bucking forward into the sudden void.
"Nooo, Cho—"
"Shhh," he hushed, his voice a low rumble laced with command, eyes locked on yours with that dominant gleam. "Of course I'm gonna make you cum, baby, but it'll be on my cock. Now, strip out of those jeans and get on the chair, hands and knees for me, okay?"
Your breath came in shallow pants, heart hammering, you nodded, fingers fumbling with the half-unzipped jeans still clinging to your hips. Choso stepped back just enough to watch, his chest rising and falling heavily, the bulge in his jeans straining against the denim.
You kicked off your shoes, shimmying the fabric down your thick thighs, the cool air hitting your damp panties, stepping out of them, exposing your glistening folds. The new belly button piercing caught the light as you moved, a shiny accent against your deep brown skin.
It hadn't taken you long before you got onto the piercing bed you had recently laid on. Your chest pressed into the paper sheet as your back arched up into the air.
You could hear Choso move around, the sound of his hand sloftly milking his cock as he watched you. You could feel the nerves in your stomach, but your cunt continued to clench around nothing, thinking of how badly you wanted him.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, kneeling behind you. His rough hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he spread your cheeks wider, exposing your dripping entrance.
Hot breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, the cool metal of his tongue piercing dragging along your folds in a long, deliberate swipe from your clit to your entrance. You screamed, fingers clutching the paper sheet that spread under you as he groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He didn't tease for long, his mouth latched onto your folds, sucking greedily, the piercing bumping and rolling over your clit with each swirl of his tongue.
"Choso... oh god," you moaned, pushing back against his face, your thighs quivering. He ate you out like a man starved, lips sealing around your entrance to suck hard while his tongue thrust inside, the metal stud scraping lightly against your inner walls, heightening every sensation.
The piercing curling hit that spot his fingers had teased earlier, the cool steel contrasting with the heat of his mouth. Saliva mixed with your arousal, dripping down your inner thighs as he devoured you.
The sounds were obscene, slurping licks, your breathless cries, his muffled grunts of approval. He pulled back just enough to spit on your pussy, rubbing it in with his thumb before diving back in, tongue-fucking you relentlessly. Your body rocked forward with each assault, the coil tightening again, faster this time under his skilled mouth.
But again, your orgasm was denied as his tongue left you. You wanted to cry, tears had pricked your eyes as you whined his name again causing him to chuckle.
Choso had lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance, he groaned as he coated himself with your slick, your ass pushing back softly as you urged him on.
With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The stretch was intense, filling you completely, his girth pressing against every nerve. You cried out, fingers clutching the sheet as he bottomed out, balls slapping against your clit. He paused there, letting you adjust, his hand pressed into the middle of your back, holding you in place.
You moaned, your head turned as he started to move slowly, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that rocked your body forward. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure radiating from your core, the angle hitting deep, brushing your G-spot with every hit.
Your moans filled the room, unrestrained now, as he picked up speed, he was in awe of the sight of your ass slapping against his hips.
His free hand roamed your body, squeezing your ass cheek before delivering a light smack that made you clench around him. "Yeah, just like that," he praised, hips snapping harder. It was a miracle that the chair held up the way it did, creaking with every force, the room filling with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared gasps.
Choso leaned over you, his chest pressing to your back, lips finding the curve of your neck to suck a mark there. His hand slipped around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles that had you screaming out and seeing white.
"Choso, please, p-please let me cum," you gasped, body tensing, walls fluttering around his length.
"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, thrusts turning erratic, chasing his own release. "Milk this cock."
It hit you like a wave, crashing over you as your pussy spasmed, squeezing him tight. Your orgasm hits you harder from the edging earlier, you shatter with a scream, juices coating him as tremors wrack your body. Choso followed seconds later, groaning your name as he buried deep the warmth of his cum filling you up.
He collapsed over you gently, both of you breathless and spent. After a moment, he pulled out carefully, a mix of your juices trickling down your thigh. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he guided you to lie on top of him, your face pressed into his chest.
"You okay?" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his dominant edge softening into tenderness.
You giggled as you nodded, your vocabulary still a little incoherent.
"So still up for that party?"
You raised yourself of him, eyes meeting his as you squinted your brows at him mockingly.
"Cho, I ain't going anywhere, plus, you have all that aftercare stuff you need to show me."
hii babes how are ya?? js wanted to ask if u are ever gonna be posting part 2 of suguru baby daddyfic! hehe take ur timeee no rushh beautiful writing btw!!😚🥰
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✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: part 2 of PLUG!CHOSO because i love this pair so much (๑>◡<๑)~♡
✎〰 word count: 3.1k
🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, weed dealer choso, reader is a big brat here!, choso gets kinda mean, brat!tamer choso, black coded, choso spending racks on youuuu, messy oral (male receiving), choso is whipped and back at it with his big size (height and cock) creaming, squirting, cervix hitting, deep throating, spanking, you cry a lil bc its so good, petnames and praises (ma, mamas), she's kinda proofread but subject to edit at any moment!
⋆🎧✮⋆mini playlist:
⤷ all mine - brent faiyaz
⤷ moonlight - kali uchis
⤷ on my mama - victoria monet
⤷ venus - dpr live
Plug!Choso and you blossom into a serious relationship. The man is committed to you and you knew how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. He would do anything for you at a drop of a dime if that meant your happiness in return, regardless whatever that meant from him. He didn't care. He always put you first.
Plug!Choso who sometimes has to put your spoiled ass in your place. He actually enjoys it and It wasn't like you didn't like it either, sometimes you pushed his buttons to see how much you could get away with before he had you sucking his cock or bent over the sink like a whore. You personally loved when you got to suck his cock as an apology, something about the weight of him on your tongue left you drunk and in a daze. . .
Which speaking of . . .
"Awh — you know how to make it up to me so good, ma." Choso moans, holding your hair back from your face. The sleek silk press you had gotten done made your hair bone straight for a change. Your attitude changed the moment you stepped out the salon chair, acting brand new and that's when you started testing Choso. He saw the way you stared at yourself longer in the mirror and tossed your hair extra dramatically as the day went on. Choso found it cute until that mouth of your started. Your mouth is what got you stuffed full of his cock in the first place.
It started when you went shopping after getting your hair done. You hadn't seen Choso in a while because between you working and with him "handling business," you rarely saw one another. Texts were becoming not enough for you and you just missed your man so bad. It got to the point where you only heard him a few times a day and that's when you began to really miss him. When he finally was finished and free from being tied up with business trips, he came back to you immediately. He was making it up to you by taking you on this shopping spree, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to feel his girth on your tongue again, but you also wanted him to pay for leaving you alone all those weeks.
So, you decided to be an absolute brat.
Plug!Choso doesn't see it at first. He thought you were genuinely being moody with him until he noticed the longing stares and soft brushes against him. He realized then what game you were playing. He didn't mind though, he only ignored it until that mouth of yours started at the Prada store.
You had a pair of pumps on, staring at your feet in the mirror and you look over at Choso. You stared at him, seeing him consumed in his phone and you let yourself get annoyed. The one time he was not paying attention to you, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff. Choso looked up, seeing that nasty look on your face and he only raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"Back on your phone again I see." You said snarkily and he clenched his jaw at your antics. You only turned around, humming nonchalantly before walking back to the shoe bench. Choso got up to follow you and he dropped to your feet before you can sit down. Even though you had just royally pissed him off, he was still being a gentlemen and tended to your needs. You bit your lip, feeling bad for snapping on him but you knew it was part of your game. He gently helped you out of the shoes before placing on another pair that he picked out for you. Delicately securing the straps, he stood up and loomed over you then he spoke.
"You may be my shawty but don't let that fucking mouth get you in trouble." He warned ever so silently so only you could hear. You gulped, pussy twitching at his threat but you stood your ground. You looked at him up and down before sneering.
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes before looking down at your feet, shoes grabbing your attention. You walked over to the mirror, ignoring the glare you feel in the back of your head from Choso. You looked at your feet once more, inspecting the platform heel and deciding on which shoe you were going to get. You walked back over to the bench and Choso is already ready to peel the shoe off of you. He's still pissed, but he tried to hide his grin when you informed him that you were going with his pick over your own.
Plug!Choso who spent thousands of dollars on you despite being furious because he loves spoiling you. You two left the mall with multiple bags — Choso carried them all — and it safe to say you two had a successful shopping day. You two barely said a word to one another, sensing he's still mad about your attitude the whole day but you had your stomach in a knot ready for the repercussions when you two got home.
"You been a brat to me all fucking day." Plug!Choso would say after you two got settled in the bedroom. You were putting your shoes away before taking off your earrings as he griped at you and you rolled your eyes. You don't say anything and you place your earrings on your vanity. He scowled at you, seeing you rolled your eyes at him yet again and he only grinded his teeth together.
"Y/N." He cautioned to you in tone that rendered a warning yet again. You looked up from your vanity and to him, trying to muster sneer but you went blank when you saw the look on his face. You felt your lower belly tremble and spine tingle at that look he gave.
"Choso." You only tried to continue your facade but you were moments from breaking. Choso saw right through you the moment you had your stunt in the Prada store. You were testing him intentionally and he knew you only acted like this when you needed reminding of who you were actually fucking with.
And lucky for you he'd remind you all fucking night long.
"Do I need to remind you who fucking owns that pussy?" Choso exhaled from the blunt and you bite your lip. Your feel goosebumps up and down your arms and before you can stop yourself you're nodding.
"Maybe." You said.
"Fucking brat." Choso growled before getting up from the bed. He walked over to you, grabbing your face with one hand while the other held onto the blunt. He brought it to his mouth, inhaling as he watched your eyes glaze over with lust and a hint of submission. Your lips were so pouty and glossy, so pretty he almost forgot he was irate.
Keyword almost.
"Cho—" He exhaled and cut you off.
"Nah, don’t ‘Cho' me. you been acting like a brat all day because you want me to fuck you?" Choso's tone was fed up, "Use that pretty mouth of yours that's been mean all fucking day and ask." Oh he's really mad and your stomach is doing flip flops. You feel breathless and know there's an incoming pool of arousal about to drench your panties.
"Cho, please." He curtly inhaled and exhaled.
"Please what?" He glared at you and ran a thumb across your bottom lip. You fight the urge to close your mouth around it and suck.
"Remind me who owns this pussy." You beg, hands reaching out to grab at the gray sweats he changed into. Your fingers were undoing the strings eagerly. He smirked, inhaling from the blunt one last time before ashing it. He decided you're worth his attention and he releases your face from his hold. You missed the warmth from his hands as he walked over to the edge of the bed before pulling his cock out. He sits down, stroking the semi-hard length and causing your mouth to water. You bit your lip as he beckoned you over.
"Come put that mean ass mouth to work first."
And that's how you ended up sucking his cock as an apology.
His length is so filling to have in your mouth. The weight of it, the pretty tip, the soft musk of him, you love everything about having his cock in your mouth. Not to mention the cussing and soft moans that left his mouth above you. You look up, seeing him chewing on his bottom lip. His nose is scrunched up and it highlights those piercings you just adore on him. His pretty nose ring, and now the recently added septum ring you convinced him to get along with you one day. Couple's piercings! You proclaimed, followed with that he would be hot with it along with his nose ring. However you were wrong.
He's so fucking handsome with it.
And with his hair growing out, it frames his face beautifully. He was an adonis falling apart at your own mouth and will. You continue sucking around him, soft hands massaging his balls too and his thighs twitch. He moans, hand pushing on your head as his hips bucked up. You gag around him, rubbing your thighs together as you took more of him in you. Your nose is touching his pelvis and he curses. You continue your apology, releasing him from your mouth after holding him snug in your throat. You gasp, soft giggle occuring. A string of spit connects from Choso's tip to your lips and you bring a finger to your lips, taking the lewd line and lining it with your palm. You take that same palm and wrap it around Choso's length. With your wet hand, you jerk it, finding oxygen in your lungs after recovering from that explicit deep throat. You eye at your work, tip angry red and vein on the underside growing thick.
Your cunt clenched around nothing as you moaned at the sight. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at Choso who stares at you with hooded eyes. His breathing is ragged as he slowly continues to chase after his high.
"Fuck, mama making me almost forget what I was mad at you for." He chuckles, then sighing at the sound of you giggling from between his legs. His praise makes you learn forward, kissing his tip and then tucking him back in your mouth. You suckle, feeling a pebble of cum trickle down your throat. You remove your mouth after swallowing.
"You taste so good." You moan, looking as you tap the head of his cock against your bottom lip. He moans, eyebrows scrunching as his grip tightens on your hair. He watches you kiss on his tip before opening your mouth. You slide your lips down, looking at him through your eyelashes as you continue to take more of him in your mouth.
"Fuck, y/n." Choso moans, hips bucking up as more precum dribbles out and mixes with your saliva. You hum around his shaft, tongue swirling as you lick along the underside. The fat vein is beating against your tongue and you moan at the feeling, cunt continuing to clench around nothing. You're bobbing your head, hand covering what you couldn't as he continued to curse and fuck your mouth. You remove your mouth after a few seconds, gasping for air, and jerking Choso softly in your hand. You lean down, kissing the underside before sinking down to spit noisily. The liquid landed on his balls and you brought a hand down to massage it in. He groans, hand pulling on your hair at the sensation and you remove your hand to replace it with your plush lips, suckling on his balls salaciously. You savor his musk and taste on your tongue before traveling from his balls back to his shaft and to the tip. You look at Choso, watching him watch your every move.
Nothing prepared him for what you were about to do.
You filthily gathered the spit and cum in your mouth, making Choso watch it fall tantalizingly slow from your lips to the tip. The mixture landing on his slit and your mouth chasing after it, warm mouth back on his cock. You swirl the mixture around your tongue and his shaft, moaning around him. Choso doesn't bother to fight the moan that leaves his lips. He decided enough was enough before he came down your throat.
"Shit," He pulls you off of him by your hair. You moan, letting his cock fall out your mouth and saliva running all down your chin. You look up at him with a fucked out grin, "you done being a brat, baby?"
"Yeah, Cho." You smile, reaching forward to kiss the underside of his dick and he hisses. He tenderly caresses your cheek before speaking.
"Get up here and put this pussy on me."
Plug!Choso who ends up taking you doggy. You're whimpering as his fat cock hits those spots you desperately craved to be touched these past two weeks. Each time he's entering you, you're moaning lewdly and chanting desperate pleas and praises. You're struggling to form words and between moans you're gasping, breathless inhales from each primal stroke from Choso. He is groaning and slapping his broad hands over your ass to earn cries from you each time.
"Cho—So!" You're whimpering, sliding into a slutty arch and he curses, slapping your ass yet again. Your pretty skin starts to manifest a crimson palm print.
"Fucking sexy as fuck with that arch, mama. Keep that shit for me." He presses a hand into your shoulder blade, helping you maintain it as he continues to pound into you. Tears are forming at your ducts at how good he is fucking you. You needed this for weeks and you were finally feeling it. That tingle in your stomach was increasing and you felt it traveling to the walls of your cunt.
"So big, baby I'm gonna—” You can't even finish your words and you're spraying messily all over him, yourself, and the sheets. He pulls out, rubbing a thick fingers over your cunt and continuing to milk you dry as you cry into the pillow. Your thighs are shaking pitifully but Choso doesn't stop. He only slides his cock right back in and you to let out a scream.
“Yeah," he's chuckling at you, "tell me how good I’m breaking this mean ass pussy.” Choso taunts, slapping your ass cheek yet again and the sting is rampant and so raw. Those tears from your eyes spill and you’re sighing in pleasure when his tip kisses those spots in you again.
“Choso, I’m so sorry.” You whimper and his broad frame leaning over you. He sees the tears running down your face and he moves a hand to catch them. His warm fingers wipe the tears away and he smiles tenderly at you for the first time since fucking. Your stomach flutters with butterflies when you see that soft dom side emerge. How could he not change the pace when his pretty baby was so pitifully ruined? He wanted to scoop you up in his arms right then and there.
“Awh, baby I forgive you,” Choso leans down, bringing his lips to your ear, “did I fuck that stank ass attitude away?” Choso voice sent tingles down your spine and he feels you clench around him at his words. He rolls his hips against your ass and you nod.
“Yes, Cho.” You whimper. He smiles, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Good, turn over and let me see that pretty face cum.”
Plug!Choso is so in love with you. He’s on his hunches, holding your waist off the bed as he pistons into you. The brute curve of his dick hitting that tender spot causes you to continue to be consumed with pleasure. Instead of tears, there was a fucked out look of pleasure on your face. He soaks in the sight of you sporting a dumb smile.
"Cho—so big I'm gonna cum." Between his mean words earlier, you sucking on his cock, and his immaculate stroke game, you were seconds away from entering that abyss of euphoria. It wasn't a surprise to him at all. He knew this was something you had anticipated all day -- to be fucked stupid by him. Choso only smiles, continuing to fuck deep into you.
"I know mama that pussy so creamy and tight around me." Choso says, seeing the creamy ring around his cock. Not only that, but your pussy clung to him everytime he tried to leave, not wanting to be void of his thick presence and attempting to entice him to stay. If he could, he would live the rest of his life between your plush thighs and hot, wet walls. His cock only seemed to be made for the way you were shaped and he fought cumming deep in you at the way your walls pulsed around him.
"Cho — cumming!" You cum, the feeling sneaking up on you before you knew it. You threw your back into an arch, wailing as the last batch of tears escape your eyes. You submit, allowing the bliss overtake your body and hijack your senses. Succumbing, your pussy squirts and it catches Choso's attention. He also sees your hardened nipples and pretty orgasm face and he allows himself to join you. He moans, letting his cock swell before pumping you full of his cum he'd been saving for you. You sigh, shuddering as you try to find yourself out of the white hot tension as Choso lays on top of you. His warmth shields you from all things negative and you mewl, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He chuckles sleepily before kissing your shoulder.
"You good, ma?" He asks and and you hum, locking your legs around him to keep his cock in you as you rejoin reality. You feel him softly twitch inside you.
"Mhmm, just hold me, Cho." You dramatically sigh, placing your face back in the crock of his neck and he only laughs. He kisses your shoulder yet again, causing you to sigh and relax fully in his arms. He smiles against your skin and continues to hold you till your thighs stopped shaking.
"I love you and your bratty ass you know that?" Choso says after you two cleaned up. You're curled into him, head on his comforting chest as he smokes the blunt from earlier. You hum, in a post sex daze that solely begs for a nap. You feel your eyelids growing heavy against your will and you only snuggle closer into him.
"I love you and when you put me in my place. So good." You say as exhaustion takes over all your senses and you yawn. Your mind falls blank, eyes shutting, but you hear Choso's next words loud and clear.
✎₊˚⊹♡ summary: i got to thinking about weed dealer choso and how you would be his favorite customer ˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ wc: 4k
🏷 tags/warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, weed dealer choso, you get high, mentions of cannabis, smoking, hotboxing high sex, petnames (ma, mamas) black coded, size kink, choso is big and has a big cock, oral (f/m receive), sex, smut, nsfw, creaming, squirting, also choso has a nose ring, sortve proofread!
Plug!Choso who you have known since childhood. While you never spoke (due to different circles) he always had his eye on you was determined to date you one day. His adolescent years where him and irrelevant friends would discuss their crushes, he always sang your praises behind your back about how enamored he was with you. It got to the point where his friends stopped asking who his crush was because they knew the answer would always be you.
Plug!Choso who grows up to be handsome and dashing. A usual rule follower who turned into something different after graduating High School. College wasn't his thing and eventually he found himself in a situation where he was moving pounds of marijuana. You heard this news through the grapevine and was pretty shocked to hear how the quieter boy turned into something totally different than you expected.
Plug!Choso's information gets passed onto you when you move back to town and need a dealer. One of your trusted best friend's — Nobara — assures you he's legit and pretty reasonable which is hard to find being femme and looking for a trusted dealer in that industry. With your friend's testimony and knowing of him since birth, you got in contact with him one evening when you had trouble sleeping.
Plug!Choso who does not recognize your number when you reach out to him. He starts to ignore it until he sees Nobara sent him a warning text that you would be reaching out to him. Word don't do justice to how wide his grin spread as he typed a reply to your request to cop a quarter ounce.
Plug!Choso who lives up to your expectations the moment you two meet in the parking garage of your apartment. You sat in the comfort in your car, seeing a sleek black Audi pull up next to you. Looking over you notice a devilishly handsome face and it sends your stomach twisting and fluttering. He shoots you a charismatic grin as he was hopping out his car. He stands tall, sexy and wearing all black before he rounds your car. You unlock the door allowing him to slide into the passenger seat.
"Long time no see, ma how you been?"
Plug!Choso who has the nerve to smile after calling you a pet name and you fight grinning back. It's been years since you seen Choso and you had no idea he would be this fine. You saw the photos, but fuck they did not do justice as you looked him over. Daring and badass tattoo on his face — a solid black line that went horizontal across the bridge of his nose and stretched to his cheeks. Not to mention the annoyingly cute silver hoop he had in his left nostril. You weren't sure how much longer you could stay in close quarters with him looking this fine.
Plug!Choso has you playing it cool, offering him a friendly smile before you engaged in a conversation of catch up. The man giving you his full attention before you finished up.
"Dope, that's whats up. I got that quarter you asked for but since I haven't seen you in awhile let me smoke you out first."
Plug!Choso fights a grin when you agree to smoking in your car. He immediately pulls out a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter. You grin, laughing aloud as you start to tease him.
"Came ready huh?"
"I'm always ready, mama."
Plug!Choso and you share a blunt, laughing and giggling at one another. Choso learned that night that you were not only stunning, but hilarious. His stomach hurt from laughing and he tried to ignore the fact that he was getting increasingly turned on the more he spent time with you. You had unzipped your hoodie during the hotbox session, showing off your low cut cami and breasts that sat perky. He swallowed thickly and he tried to ignored his cock that was wanting to join the party.
"You might be my favorite customer." Plug!Choso would say after you made him laugh again. You snort, grabbing the blunt and inhaling generously. You stifle a cough before handing him the blunt back.
"I'm sure you say that to all your femme customers." You would say, even though reading his energy, you didn't believe your own words. However, playing a game you had to see where he was at with his intentions.
"Nah, just the ones I been crushing on since kindergarten."
the information comes to a surprise to you and you look to him with shock plastered all over your face. He only grins shyly back at you, taking a hit from the blunt and letting the cannabis help give him courage to a confession he’s been sitting on for years.
“You f’real?” Was all you could get out of your mouth and he can’t help but laugh. You laugh at yourself too but he nods, deciding one drag wasn’t enough and he needs another to calm his nerves.
“Deadass, y/n.” He says seriously and you can only feel your cheeks heat up. You look at him, holding his gaze as he hands the blunt back to you. You hold it in your hand, silent and taking a moment to gather your words. He starts to panic but then you move your mouth to speak.
“So what you gonna do about it now, Cho?” A cocky smirk on your mouth as you bring the blunt to your mouth. You inhale, hallowing your cheeks as you see the playful expression on his face. You can only think to yourself at how fucking handsome he is. And how that you were in the most ideal situation with said handsome man for something to happen. The close quarters with the cannabis involved…
you were surprised you were still in your seat — but then Choso spoke:
“Whatever you let me do, mama.”
And you lost your self control.
Plug!Choso who contains his excitement when you reach across him to let his seat back. You then climb over the console, sitting your weight fully on his lap as he decided to recline the seat. He lays back as you lean down, sitting on his lap. The thrill outweighing any rational thought that attempted to halt your actions. All those rational thoughts completely ceasing the moment your lips find his.
the kiss are slow, languid but desperate to get to know each other. Choso’s broad hands are finding the purchase of your back, groaning against your lips at how little you feel in his hands. You were the perfect size for him and the way you suck and nibble on his lips he knew you were going to be trouble. But he needed you to himself after having this taste. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let you pass through his fingertips.
Plug!Choso who makes out with you feverishly in your hot boxed car. Your hips want to ride against his cock that pokes against your thigh. You try to feel embarrassed at how desperately you fight against his hold to grind against his print, but the desire between your legs outweighs any decorum to had left. You feel hot and all you want to do is ride Choso in your car.
Plug!Choso is about to give in with the way you continue to lick at his lips. He opens his mouth to speak but your soft tongue slips past, causing him to stop talking and fall back into a tranquil state. Your wet muscle tasting and savoring every bit of Choso and he feels his dick jumping in his sweats. He’s seconds away from pulling his cock out before his phone rings. You pull away, the noise startling you and breaking the kiss. Choso reaches over to see the caller ID, seeing its Suguru.
“Hold on baby, it’s big bro.”
He answers the call and instantly regrets it because when he does it’s dire and requires he leave your presence. You can’t help it and you feel awkward — and let down — as he says he has to bounce. You crawl out of his lap and land back into the driver seat as he gathers himself. He fishes the quarter ounce of weed out of his pocket you originally asked for and he places it gently into you lap before sighing.
“Don’t worry about paying. Sorry I gotta leave.”
You assure Plug!Choso that its fine and that you will pay but when he shoots you a look you smile softly, uttering a thank you instead of continuing to press on repaying him.
“Its okay. That plug life.” You say understandably and he only nods his head. He quickly looks you over, eyeing you up and down as if he's debating something. Before you can ask him anything he brings his face close to yours, kissing your lips gently and knocking the breath out of you. He pulls away, looking in your eyes intensely and then replies.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He promises. Despite having fun, you didn’t hold your breath desperate he would prove you wrong.
and to your amazement, he does
It would be a couple days when Plug!Choso would text you asking you cheekily when would you be free to “run back the other night” (in his words!) and you have to fight with all your might to hide the stupid grin that stretched across your face (and you failed by the way and miserably).
Plug!Choso who pops by your apartment later that night with snacks, weed, and a bottle of liquor. You can only attempt to hide your excitement when he walked through your door, tall and handsome just as the other night. This time he wears a pair of black jeans, hoodie, and jacket thrown over. His hair is down and framed around his face gorgeously and while you try to hide your staring, Choso doesn't hide his. He's taking in your biker shorts that complimented your ass favorably and showed off your legs he was dying to have wrapped around his waist.
Plug!Choso and you have a successful night in. The TV is playing, a irrelevant series playing as you two gave each other your undivided attention. You found out more about each other and the more you two learned, the more you both became infatuated with one another. It had been awhile since a man had caught your attention and held it intensely. And while you thought that about Choso, he thought the same about you.
Plug!Choso who smokes you out to the point where your mind is numb but he's no better. He was pleasantly surprised at your weed tolerance being on par with his. Choso didn't know what he was going to do with you, but he did know he was about to take you off the map. Before he could stop himself his mouth is moving.
"Ma, I just realized I aint ever ask." He would say to you and you would raise your eyebrow. You lift your hand to your mouth, dragging from the current lit blunt you and Choso were working on.
"Ask what, Cho?" You say after exhaling. You take another hit from the blunt before passing it to Choso. He has a lazy grin as he takes the blunt. He looks at you, pausing briefly and his grin stretches wider. You start to ask him what is it before he cuts you off and leaves you speechless.
"You ain't got no one right?" Plug!Choso asks shyly and it has you grinning. You shake your head at his nature.
"No, do you?" You ask him, raising your eyebrow to await his answer. He smiles back at you before taking a soft hit from the blunt. He shakes his head as he exhales.
"Nah, but I'm hoping you could change that."
Plug!Choso who's a smooth motherfucker in how he shows he is interested in you. You can only grin once again. His charisma is something so suave and alluring, yet he was so shy and humble about it. Choso was checking all your boxes and the fact that he was respectful with you thus far, why not give him a chance?
And you do, by leaning forward to kiss him on your couch. He only sits back, grabbing your waist and places you in his lap. You settle like you were made to be there, hands touching his face and holding it with your hands. He has his hands on your waist just like that first night, this time letting you rut against his lap. He groans at the feeling, feeling his cock tense at the sudden sensation. You moan against his lips, feeling that print slowly start to poke at your inner thigh.
"Want you." You said against his lips and those are two words Choso had been waiting to hear for god know's how long. He began to smile in between kisses and he trails a hand up to your hoodie, tugging at the hem. It was two words and sweet petname that left his mouth next that had you on cloud nine for the rest of the night.
"I'm yours, ma."
Plug!Choso found himself on cloud nine with you the moment you wrapped your mouth around his leaky tip. He groaned, your wet hot lips suckling on his angry red tip. His hand is in your hair as you slowly took every inch of his thick cock in your mouth. You never had a cock this big in your mouth before, but it was worth it with the way Choso cussed and moaned above you. Your eyes open, looking up to him and you moan softly around him when you take in the sight of him falling a part.
Plug!Choso who can't believe he's threatening to spill his load down your tight throat the moment you look at him. Your pretty eyes staring at him as you take his cock in your mouth and the sight is so filthy yet so beautiful he wishes he could take a picture. He bites his lip, hand coming to your cheek as he caresses it tenderly. His other hand grabs your hair to pull it out of your face.
"Fuck, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, mama." He praised in that deep husky voice. You moaned in response, rubbing your thighs together at his praises and delicate touches. You wanted him so bad you felt that ache in your cunt that could only be cured with Choso's big cock deep inside you. Hungry for more moans, you take more of him in your mouth, tip nudging its way down your throat and earning what you sought out. Choso curses, toes curling in his shoes as he threw his head back. His head hits the back of the couch with a thud but he doesn't even care. Not with the way you continue to take him in your mouth and then swallow around him.
"Ah, shit —Y/n get up here." He commanded and you let his dick fall out your mouth lewdly. There's spit, drool, and cum around your lips and chin. There is even a small string of salvia connected from your bottom lip to the tip of his glistening cock. You can only grin at him, licking your lips as you wipe your chin, proud of your work
"Was having fun." You pouted, dramatically extending your bottom lip and he runs his thumb across it. A soft smile and a chuckle leaves his mouth before he speaks.
"Ion wanna cum down your throat pretty girl," he started off, "wanna feel that little pussy on me first." Him explicitly mentioning your cunt set something off in you because you got up from the floor. You held your hand out for him to take, ready to have him fuck the life out of you in your room. He lazily pulled up his pants but kicked off his shoes, getting up from the couch and taking your hand. He licks his lips as he follows you to your room.
Plug!Choso who has to eat your pussy before he sticks his cock in. A small reason is because he needs to relax after that immaculate head you gave him, the biggest reason is that he's been dying to have his face buried between your thighs. His tongue eagerly exploring every fold and curve of your cunt. He nose nudging against your clit as he lapped up the arousal that pooled at your entrance. You found yourself moaning loudly to the point where you were sure the neighbors could hear. You couldn't help it. His tongue circled every part of you so delicately you wanted to run away it felt that good.
He continued, snaking his tongue up from your hole to your swollen bud. You whimper, his hot muscle flickering before he sucked on it. You jolt, back arching as you whimper louder.
"Cho, fuck that feels so good." You sighed, the cannabis mixed with his tongue fucking you so good had you floating. The euphoric pleasure Choso provided, combined with the weed from earlier, you were in pure ecstasy. And you were sure you were soaking between your thighs, but with the way Choso sunk two thick fingers inside you, you knew he didn't care.
Plug!Choso who groans at the feeling of your hot walls around his fingers. He can't wait to feel it around his throbbing cock. You bite your lip, arching once more as your eyes screwed shut. Soft moans left your mouth as he continued to suck on your clit and sink a third finger inside.
"Pussy so tight, who you been fucking with baby?" Plug!Choso had to taunt as he was two knuckles deep in you. You moan at his words before mustering up a reply.
"Not you. Change that now please." You said to him, a little fiesty and you opened your eyes to look down at him. He only gives you a grin — clit still in mouth — when you look at him. You two hold eye contact as he lets go of your clit. He gives it one last, fat and wet lick causing your thighs to shake. He slowly removes his fingers, taking those digits and sticking them in his mouth to taste your cream and arousal. He climbs up your body and then kisses you as he settled between your legs.
Plug!Choso who decided he was really going to take you off the map the moment he slid inside you. The way you squeezed him so tightly and moaned beneath him he wanted the moment to last forever. Fuck, he wanted to live between your legs for the rest of is life as he never wanted to leave that tight squeeze of your cunt.
"So big, Cho." You cried beneath him, feeling so full with him inside you. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, arms around his torso as he fucked you into your mattress. You could only moan helplessly beneath him as each stroke sent shockwaves deep within your belly. Tears were already welling in your eyes at how fucking good he felt. He was just getting started but his cock was hitting all those spots in you effortlessly.
"You're so tight baby," he groaned, "imma have to take this pussy off the map." Plug!Choso is pussy drunk off you just after fucking you for a few minutes. He wasn't embarrassed. He's been with plenty of people and none of them made you feel the way he did. So when you said these next words, he damn near fell in love.
"Do it, i'm yours, Cho." You moaned, clenching tightly around him and digging your heel into his backside. He bottoms out, tip nudging the deepest parts of you and you let out a wail. He moves his head to kiss along your face, peppering you with kisses as he continues to fuck you.
"so perfect for me, ma." he praised, "so good so fucking beautiful." Plug!Choso rambled as he continued to fuck you. You could only whimper and moan at his praises as you were too gone and fucked out from his cock. You knew you were only seconds away from cumming all over him.
And those seconds turned to right now when his fingers found your neglected clit, stimulating and unlocking the final push you needed to tumble into bliss.
"Cho—, cumming!" You let go, cumming and squirting all over him. Choso could only swear, your wails so sexy and sensual he had no choice but to pull out and cum all over your stomach. He strokes his cock, moaning as he paints your belly with his cum and the load is huge. You moan as you watch him spill, the scene too hot for you care about the messiness.
"fuck." He sighed out, panting as he sat on his knees. You giggle and let your head fall back on the pillow. A sigh of content escaped your lips, letting your eyes close for a moment before you felt the bed dip and footsteps thud away. You opened your eyes, seeing Choso already grabbing cleaning wipes that were on your sink to commence the clean up. You swooned as you saw the big man dip back onto the bed, wiping your stomach clean before he worked between your legs.
"So glad you came back into town." Plug!Choso said after you two cleaned up and showered. You could only kiss his cheek, beaming at him as he looked at you. You lick your lips before you replied.
"Me too."
Plug!Choso who talks to you everyday after your hookup. He's healthily obsessed with you, texting you good morning, asking if you ate, and always checking in to see how your day was going. Whenever you were having a bad day, he showed up determined to make it better. He's dependable, sweet, and charming, not to mention he spoils the hell out of you by sending you stacks just because he felt like it — or maybe because you rode him good as hell the night before who knows? You two were absorbed with one another sexually and intimately.
Eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend and there was no surprise there. It was a long time coming especially when he romanced you with a dinner and a dreamy getaway to a luxurious hotel. He had you bent over a jacuzzi tub littered with bubbles and rose petals, deep in your cervix when he asked you formally to be his.
"So you gonna be my girl or what, mama?"
Distracted by his girth stretching you out, it took for an ass slap and a repeated question for you to answer. You wailed out an affirmation to which he kisses up and down your neck before bitting down, surely leaving a hickie. That night becoming special as he made you his and vice versa. And he wanted everyone to know it.
Plug!Choso knew hickies weren't enough and decided he needed to get you a iced out Tiffany bracelet. The pretty bracelet was presented to you casually when he stopped by one day at your apartment. You had lost a cheap bracelet earlier that week and was pretty distraught about it. Choso remembered you crying upon losing it and little did you know that night he went shopping looking at replacements. Choso wanted to give himself boyfriend of the year award when he saw that look on your face when you saw what the gift was.
"Baby oh my god its so pretty," you had said, "but wait how much was this because this does not look like a normal Tiffany bracelet." The cost worrying you but Choso shrugged like he didn't spend tens of thousands of dollars to customize the bracelet.
"Plug life, baby. Don't worry about it I gotchu." Choso said to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead and you didn't press any further. You only then asked him to put it on you as you let his words soothe you into not pressing the matter further. You knew he wouldn't do it if he didn't want to. He only does what he does for you because he wants to
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