choso waking you up because he's painfully hard
“baby…” his voice is wrecked, “baby wake up.”
you don’t stir right away. he swallows, throat dry—it's physically hurting so bad.
“please.” louder this time, cracked. his hand slides under the blanket, finds your hip, squeezes like he’s anchoring himself. “need you so bad it hurts.”
you mumble something sleepy, shifting just enough that your ass presses back against him. he chokes on air.
“fuck—don’t do that,” he hisses, but he’s already canting his hips again, rutting slow and shameless. the friction makes his balls ache worse. “baby… wake up. please. can’t—can’t sleep like this.”
his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just enough to bare the cleft of your ass. he groans at the sight even in the dark—soft, warm, perfect. his cock jumps hard in his boxers.
“been leaking for you for hours,” he mutters, voice thick. “dripping all over myself thinking about your pussy. need to be inside you. need it now.”
you finally blink awake, groggy, voice slurred. “cho…? oh okay."
he doesn’t let you finish. his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hand yanks your shorts lower.
“sorry,” he breathes against your skin, not sorry at all. “couldn’t wait. hurts so fucking bad. please—just let me put it in. just the tip. i’ll be good.”
you’re still half asleep but your body knows him—thighs parting on instinct, a sleepy little hum leaving you. that’s all the permission he needs.
he shoves his boxers down just enough, cock springing free—thick, flushed dark, tip shiny and swollen, a fat bead of precum dripping down the shaft. he grips himself, smears the head through your folds, coating himself in you.
“so wet already,” he groans like it’s killing him.
he notches at your entrance, pushes in slow until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch makes you gasp, makes him shudder hard against your back.
“fuck—tight,” he pants, hips stuttering. “so fucking tight. missed this pussy.”
he doesn’t thrust right away. just stays deep, grinding in slow circles, letting you feel every thick vein, every pulse. his hand slides up under your shirt, cups your tit, thumb brushing your nipple while he mouths at your shoulder.
“gonna fuck you slow,” he whispers, voice shaking. “gonna fill you up. been dreaming about pumping you full all night.”
then he starts moving—lazy, deep rolls of his hips, dragging out every stroke so he can feel your walls flutter around him. wet sounds fill the quiet room—his balls slapping softly against you, your slick coating his cock, dripping down your thighs.
one hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy little circles while he keeps that slow, punishing grind.
“cum on it,” he pleads, voice raw. “need to feel you squeeze me. need it so bad—gonna cum the second you do. been edged all night thinking about breeding you.”
his thrusts get sloppier, harder to control. he’s whining now, desperate sounds against your neck.
“please—baby—let me cum inside. want to feel it drip out of you tomorrow.”
you clench around him hard and he breaks. his hips slamming forward in a fast pace, burying himself as deep as he can while he spills. thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still pulsing.
he doesn’t pull out. just stays seated, cock softening inside you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.
“thank you,” he mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. “love you. so fucking much.”
"love you too cho." he’s already half-asleep again, still buried deep, cum slowly leaking out around him, warm and sticky between your thighs.
“g’night, baby,” he slurs, nuzzling closer. “don’t move. wanna sleep like this.”
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