Strings Attached
Pairings ~ Rockstar Choso X Popstar Fem!Reader
Tags/warnings - co-worker relations, workplace relationship, rivals to lovers, stoner Choso, drug use, shotgun kiss, choking, size difference, F!masturbation, voyeurism, slight dry humping, sensory deprivation, sub!Choso, edging, Choso has a prince albert piercing, M!Oral, riding, pussy drunk Choso, darcyphilia Synopsis- Choso hated collabs, and he hated collabs with you even more. Your stupid laugh and your glistening eyes. The way you’d tease him to the point that he got flustered. Your relationship was strange, not strangers but not close friends, definitely not lovers but more than co-workers. There was always tension and attraction between you two and your teasing wasn’t helping the confusion. After helping you from a creepy fan Choso finally understands why any mention of you makes his heart race. And it’s not because you annoy him.
Word Count ~ 6.7K
A.N - I'm sorry I've been gone for so long it's been a busy couple of months I hope ya'll enjoy!
“Aaanndddd can we run that again?” The producer says outside the booth.
Choso releases a long sign before taking his headphones off. “I need water, can we take a small break?” The booth was hot and it was making Choso’s white shirt clear. It was embarrassing and you could see how much he was sweating. Small streaks of his eyeliner ran down his cheek as he avoided your gaze.
“Mnn some water would be nice, and another shirt for cho~” Everyone without looking can hear the small smirk that forms on your face as you tease Choso. It was nothing new. It was well known the relationship the two of you had.
Choso is handed two water bottles and abruptly throws one towards you. You catch it, the water bottle hugging your chest and for a moment Choso's eyes flicker down before looking you in your eyes. “Stop messing with me, seriously it’s too hot for this”.
You smile a little, faking ignorance to Choso’s allegations. “What~~ I was just being considerate…”
Choso rolls his eyes, turning around to avoid you seeing the small redness that crept in his cheeks. Luckily you could see his ears. You watch as Choso drinks his water, watching the water travel down his throat, some of it falling down towards his chin. A small smile spreads across your face as an idea sparks in your mind. You rush to drink your water and it “accidentally” falls all over your shirt. “Oh no!” You say looking at your soaked shirt.
Choso looks over at you and hurriedly looks away, his grip on his water bottle tight. He hadn’t expected for your shirt to be completely off when he looked over.
“You guys don’t have to worry about getting me a new shirt, I’m fine in a sports bra” You say throwing your shirt in a corner and picking back up your headphones. “Uhh no way….” Choso says objecting, “someone get her a shirt please” “Why? You can walk around with your sweaty seethrough shirt but I can’t have a sports bra on?” You say looking right at Choso's abs that you could clearly see through his shirt. A small gasp comes out from Choso as his hands wrap around his body, “Uhg fine…lets just hurry and finish this” The rest of the recording session goes pretty smoothly. And both of you are able to get out of that hot booth. Both of you go to your respective hotel rooms which just so happen to be right next to each other. After a much needed shower you had gone downstairs to pick up your doordash order. In the lobby you see Choso’s manager walking up to you. “Oh! Um hi”, you weren’t sure why he was walking up to you , “can I help you with anything?” “I am so sorry to interrupt your private time but could you give this to Choso please?” His manager pulls out a bag and hands it to you. You take it slightly confused. “Umm, I can give it to him but why aren’t you?” “I have a meeting with the meet and greet directors right now and I’ll be late if I don’t go now” The manager says hurriedly looking at his watch.
“Oh well yeah I could give this to him, you hurry and go!” You give him a small nudge and start walking towards the elevator. Inside you take a small peek at what was inside the bag, some clothes, a printed out schedule, and in the very corner of the bag some weed. Oh?
You smile, your head filled with different ways you could make fun of Choso. You neatly arrange everything back the way it was before and close it back. Once at your floor you go straight to Choso’s room, his bag in one hand your food in the other. You lightly knock on his door, once you see that it was unlocked you crack it open. You see Choso shirtless and also pantsless, sitting on the couch. The room is an entire hotbox, A blunt in his mouth as smoke filled the room and he strummed his guitar. His boxers left nothing for the imagination. The room was pretty dark before you had cracked open the door.
The light from the hallway crept in the room, alarming Choso that his door had been opened. He looks over in surprise and his body relaxes when he realizes it was you. Until he remembered the current state he was in, blush covered his cheeks. He notices the bag in your hand and rolls his eyes, “He can’t do anything right can he?” Choso takes a blanket nearby and wraps it around his waist. “You can come in, I'll be right back” Choso says walking to the room. You walk in and place the bag on the couch floor next to the couch that Choso was sitting on. You awkwardly sit on the couch, your food sitting on your lap. About 10 seconds later Choso comes out of the room fully clothed. You look at him letting out a small hum, “that’s upsetting I was enjoying the view”. You watch as his ears blush the same color they had earlier in the booth today. Choso sits on the couch next to you, his eyes looking at your food before watching you. “Why did you drop off my bag? What happened to my manager?” “He caught me while I was picking up my doordash, said that if he didn’t leave at that moment he would’ve been late for a meet and greet thing” You say eyes glued to Choso’s flustered ears. Choso smacks his teeth and looks back at you. “Well~ since you’re already here do you wanna smoke? I’ll lend you some as a thank you” Choso looks away when he says it, slightly fiddling with the hair next to his ears. You smile feeling a small heat rise at the back of your neck that quickly moves to your cheeks. “Yeah, you can have some of my chinese food after too” Choso lets out a large sign after you had said that, “thank God because I definitely was eyeing your food” You let out a small chuckle as Choso hands you a blunt. You awkwardly smile and almost take it before Choso pulls his hand back after noticing your face.
“What’s wrong? Do you not smoke? Don’t feel obligated just because I offered”. You look at him surprised he noticed your face. “No I smoke, I’m just technically not supposed to because of my voice and whatever”. Choso thinks for a moment and you see a thought flicker in his eyes. “What about shotgunning?”
Choso notices the confusion in your eyes and explains, “Like, I smoke the blunt and then blow the air into your mouth”. Saying it out loud, Choso regretted suggesting it. It was way too intimate to be doing with his co-worker. His cheeks flush as he’s about to go back on what he said. “Sure, If anything I could say it was second hand smoke?” You shrug slightly, moving closer to Choso so you were facing him. The food now on the coffee table, one leg on the couch, the other hanging off. His eyes widen and he swiftly realizes it’s too late to turn back now. He swallows his nerves before lighting the blunt, his arm falls to the back of the couch almost wrapped around you. He first does a test run letting the smoke blow back into his nostrils. You watch, your heart beating out of your chest when he turns to you to notify that the next one was for you. “Remember you're just inhaling”.
You bite the inside of your cheek, mentally preparing yourself, “ Yeah, yeah I know”.
Choso takes the blunt and his eyes and body shift towards you. The hand that was around the couch lightly grabs your neck and pulls you closer to him. He angles his face like he’s about to kiss you and his eyes look at your mouth signaling that he’s about to blow.
You prep your lips and breathe in as Choso blows the smoke into your mouth. You inhale every inch of the smoke, looking down at Choso’s lips that were oh so close to yours. Choso gives you some time before doing it again, much closer this time your eyes flutter as his lips almost touch yours. It had been a while since you last smoked so after the third time you were feeling buzzy. You lay back and allow the high to take over as Choso sat the blunt down and opened the chinese takeout. “You hungry right now?” Choso asked pulling out plates and utensils from the bag.
You roll your eyes, “no i’m not hungry that’s why I ordered the food”. Choso smacks his teeth at your sarcasm, “I was just being nice, damn”. You don’t know why you’re so mean to Choso. Maybe he was too hot. His hotness annoyed you, or more so intimidated you. You had to knock him down a couple of steps. Choso turns on the TV to get rid of the silence. While he makes both of your plates and you notice how much more is on his plate. The amount of food makes you realize just how big he is. He towered over you and had quite the build. His biceps bulged out of the shirt he was wearing and you still remember the way his thighs looked without the baggy pants. You remember the feeling of his hands on the back of your neck and all of a sudden you think what if they were at the front. What if he had given your neck the slightest squeeze. What if he had pressed himself against you, trapping your airways.
“Are you gonna eat or just stare at me?” Choso says biting down on a piece of orange chicken. “I wasn’t staring…I was just thinking about how fat you are for getting all that food”. You quickly grab your plate from the coffee table and start eating.
Choso lifts an eyebrow, “uh huh, sure, whatever you say. I’m sure you're just a weirdo when high”. You try to distract yourself with the food in front of you but your mind is foggy and it’s hard to focus when Choso is slurping on chow main right next to you. You think about how close he was to you. How if he had moved just an inch closer the two of you would’ve kissed. And how much the thought of that sounded so pleasing. Omg…what was wrong with you? It was the weed, it had to be the weed that was causing the pool of heat in your stomach. Maybe it was laced with an aphrodisiac or something? You look over at Choso who seemed completely fine and very immersed in his food.
Then you look up at the TV and the actors were engaging in the most erotic scene you’d ever seen on TV..and you watched Bridgerton. Choso sees your face and looks up at the TV his eyes widen and when he turns towards you, you were already looking at him. Choso tries to explain, “I..I really wasn’t paying attention to the TV!” His face is flushed and slightly panicked. If this were a regular day you would’ve made fun of him, but after the thoughts you were having you couldn’t risk being so close to Choso for another second. You quickly get up and grab your food, “you know what, it's totally okay! I was planning on leaving soon anyway…” You thank Choso for smoking with you and swiftly leave his hotel room telling him you’d see him tomorrow at the meet and greet. You lock your room door and sigh. You were soaked. Choso has always been attractive to you but never like tonight. But tonight was also the closest you’ve ever been to him. Usually he tries to keep his distance and would avoid doing collabs in general. And the times you had hung out with him were with other people. This time was intimate and apparently very arousing to you. You set the chinese food down and rush into the bedroom hoping Choso had gone to his room. Because your bedroom wall was his living room wall. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you lay on the bed. Your mind felt like a whirlwind as you removed your shorts.
You were throbbing so much that it was starting to hurt. A pressure that was begging to be released. You start with your clothes on first, groping your breasts through your shirt. Your hand slowly slithers down to your underwear, teasing your clit through the fabric. You bite your lip to conceal your moans.
A wave of excitement rushes through you at the thought of Choso possibly hearing you. You rub circles around your clit imagining that it was Choso’s tongue lapping on your pussy. Small grunts coming from him as he eats you out to his heart's content, begging you to squeeze him with your thighs. To suffocate him. You oblige by squeezing your thighs together, whilst bringing your hands down to hold his dark hair. If someone asked you yesterday you probably would’ve said it was hard, spiky. But today you saw him after a shower, his soft hair down over his face. You run your hands through his soft hair, your back arching once he inserts two fingers. At this point you were far past gone. You weren’t very aware of your surroundings and all you could focus on was Choso’s mouth against you. And how you were about to cum. His name easily rolls off your tongue as you cum, “Cho” Choso” over and over until your breathing steadies. After the orgasm your body settles, and the heat dies down. Your eyes feel heavy as you fall into slumber. Little did you know a man with dark hair was gonna have trouble falling asleep after the stunt you pulled tonight.
The next morning~ Choso’s alarm buzzed in his ear for about 20 minutes and he purposefully ignored it. He didn’t…couldn’t sleep last night. Not after what he heard. The sounds still echoed in Choso’s ears.
He had just finished the chinese takeout and had turned off the TV to get ready for bed. Until he heard soft, needy moans coming from the other hotel room; your hotel room. It had caught him off guard at first, how quickly you had left. But he thought maybe you had forgotten something, or had to shit or something. He hadn’t expected for you to be moaning his name just a room down.
Listening in wasn’t his intention. But it was kind of hard not to when he heard how desperate you sounded, how badly you needed him. It also wasn’t his intention to start stroking his cock whilst listening to you. But accidents happen.
He kept your pace, often holding the tip to keep himself from cumming too early. Each moan from you earning a twitch from his cock. Choso never denied his attraction to you, he thought you were annoyingly beautiful. But to hear you fuck yourself thinking of him was overwhelming. Choso stroked with two hands making small thrusting movements. He imagined thrusting himself in between those perfect breasts of yours. The same ones he had gotten a peak of in a sports bra. You always teased Choso to oblivion and for a moment he thought it was another one of your pranks. But if it was, it'd be cruel, so so cruel. Because after the first time Choso had realized you’d gone quiet. But his mind was still clouded with arousal.
Choso had cum 3 more times after the first. Different scenarios, different positions. His cock was red and sensitive but he couldn’t stop. After he’d cum he would use that as lubricate to go again. Hot sticky cum dripping down his thighs as he abused his cock. Afterwards he took a long shower to reflect on what he had just done. He had a meet and greet press tour for the upcoming tour tomorrow and you were gonna be a guest star since you were collabing with him.
But he couldn’t look you in your eyes. Couldn’t sit there and answer questions while your body was so close to his. Not when he rubbed his cock to the sound of you moaning his name. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, partial excitement but mainly guilt. Choso went to sleep that night with nightmares of you avoiding him, so instead he avoided you. You had left your hotel room the next morning earlier than your checkout time because you had planned on getting breakfast for you and Choso. You wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night and also for masturbating at the thought of him. (Even though he didn’t know it would still make your consciousness feel better). First you had texted him but he hadn’t responded. So you went up to his hotel room but he didn’t respond, so either he had left early or was still asleep. After a couple of knocks you decided that he probably was already gone. Then a thought strikes through your head. What if he had heard you? What if he was weirded out or thought you were a pervert! Your heart races as your manager texts you that there was a car outside waiting for you. You head down to the lobby, wondering how you could explain yourself to Choso.
You eat your breakfast in the car and try to text Choso again, maybe an apology, but if he hadn’t heard you you’d then have to explain what you were apologizing for. Your mind ran in circles until a message from Choso popped up, “I’m sorry”. Then it was immediately unsent. He’s sorry?? Sorry for what hearing your lewd sounds from last night? If anything you should’ve been apologizing. You don’t type anything waiting for the three bubbles next to Choso’s name to disappear. They stay there, it’s like he types and then deletes and then repeats that over and over until another text comes though, “Just dont hate me”. And then deleted.
“I really didn’t mean to, it just happened” another “did you hear anything last night?” “Sorry about missing breakfast I woke up late”. And all of them were deleted within the same second he sent them. What the hell was he freaking out about? By the time he settles with a text you were 10 minutes away from the meet and greet spot. “Sorry about breakfast, I’ll buy you lunch after”. You smile to yourself for a little bit, forgetting the wave of texts he sent before. Whatever was going on you had to figure it out so you could fix it.
You walk into the talent dressing room and spot Choso getting a microphone put in his shirt. His shirt was slightly elevated giving you a glance of his v-line leading up to his abs. You try to think of anything but last night as you sit down for touch ups. You glance over at Choso only to see he’s already looking at you. You give him a little wave and he immediately looks away. What’s his deal? Whatever, once all the workers left you planned on getting to the bottom of this. Once they finish your makeup you offer to put the microphone on yourself. They leave, leaving you and Choso in the room yourself. Choso was on the opposite side of the room, curled up in a corner of the couch playing games on his phone.
He tries to ignore you as you slowly walk up closer to him. Finally looking up from his phone once you’re right in front of him. Your hand is extended with the microphone in your hand. “Can you help me put this on Cho~~” You add an emphasis on his name trying to see his reaction. He flinches a little, you watch his chest rise and fall back down. He swallows his saliva before agreeing, blush covering his cheeks. You smile at his reaction, handing him the microphone and turning around to sit on his lap. Choso squeaks in surprise, holding his hands up like he was scared to touch you. “Are you okay? You just have to put it around my neck” You tell him shifting just the tiniest bit that made him groan.
“Uhh yeah, sorry” Choso says, putting the microphone around your neck. But he noticed once it’s on you don’t get up. Instead you spin around to face him. Your legs straddled Choso, your hands sprung towards his shoulders pushing him back on the back on the couch.
Choso’s eyes widen, and his face is concerningly red. But you couldn’t back down, “Be honest with me Choso what happened last night?”
Choso’s jaw drops when you ask him that, he squeezes his eyes shut trying to avoid your question. But also the growing erection in his pants. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about” Choso wanted to ask you to get off of him, but he couldn’t. Because another part of him wanted to press your ass harder onto his cock. To rock back and forth until the both of you cummed in your clothes. You start to feel something hard press against your thigh. You try to look at Choso who's doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact with you. “Choso, I’ll be honest with you I didn’t hear anything last night”. You exclaim, a small smirk growing on your face. “So because of your plethora of texts you basically told on yourself”. Choso finally looks at you realizing that saying nothing would’ve been better than accidentally incriminating himself. It’s also the same moment he realized that you had seen all of his embarrassing message failures. You can’t tell if Choso’s face is red from embarrassment or anger. His furrowed eyebrows give you a sign, “you need to turn on your read receipts" Choso says with a small pout.
You laugh out loud, slightly feeling bad for him. “Were you a bad boy last night Cho~~?” Choso doesn’t respond, he just hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I heard you last night, and I couldn’t help myself”. Choso’s words had confirmed your suspicions that he had heard you. But he wasn’t avoiding you because he was weirded out. He was avoiding you because he had masterbated to the sounds of you masterbating. You’d never let him hear the end of it.
Just as you were about to tease him a small knock is placed on the door. You hurriedly jump off Choso almost killing yourself in the process, he catches you just before you’re about to hit your head. “You’re both on in 5 minutes!” Choso glances at you, about to make fun of your almost death, but you push him off before he gets to say anything. “Thank you for catching me…” You try to rush outside to save yourself from the embarrassment but Choso takes a hold of your wrist. He brings it up to mouth, placing a soft kiss right on your radial pulse. “You’re welcome”.
The two of you sit next to each other at a booth, fans screaming your names all very eager to ask questions. The questions were mainly for Choso since this was a part of his press tour to promote his upcoming album. You were just here because of the song collab and for “support”. You were getting a little bored listening to all of the questions and inside jokes that you didn’t understand. Choso was attractive and his fans weren’t blind so they’d ask if he was in a relationship and if he was interested in someone. Choso would deflect the questions but his eyes would flicker towards you for a moment. Besides that you were tuning everyone out if it wasn’t a question for you. Your questions were if you listened to Choso’s music and if you enjoyed collabing with him even with the difference in genres. Others whom were fans of both asked if there were plans of possibly performing on tour together and what vibes the new song was giving. You look over at Choso who was answering another question and you slowly move your foot to hook around Choso’s ankle. Your foot moves up and down slightly raising the bottom of Choso’s pants. Choso’s breath hitches, his eyebrows furrow as he continues to answer the question, trying to ignore your touch.
Your elbows are placed on the table and your palm is covering the smile starting to form on your face. You're immersed in teasing Choso until an older man gets the microphone for a question. He didn't seem like the usual fan of yours or Choso’s. But who were you to judge?
“Are you and Choso dating?” The older man asks. He looked slightly angry. The question made you slightly uncomfortable; not just because it was personal but also because you didn’t know how to describe your relationship with Choso. At least not yet. You glance at Choso who’s already looking at you and you turn back to answer the question. If you and Choso kept looking at each other whenever a dating question came up it was going to be obvious something was going on. “Me and Choso are mainly co-workers” you swallow your spit, “however, it’d be nice if we could be friends and hangout outside of work hours. I’ve been begging him to try hotpot with me!” It wasn’t a lie, you and Choso were co-workers and if it wasn’t for the press tour you wouldn’t have had that hotel next to his. You didn’t have to add in the ambiguity of your relationship and how you’d totally date him if he asked.
Choso smiles at your response and chimes in, “We can go to hotpot tonight, remember I said my treat” You let out a small laugh, making Choso also chuckle. You thought you gave a pretty good answer, until you saw the man's face.
His jaw was clenched and he looked upset. By his face you could immediately tell what type of fan he was, but you said you weren’t dating Choso so what was the issue?
You watch as he walks out and your mind stays uneasy for the rest of the meet and greet. You stay quiet once you’re back in the dressing room. Choso noticed your silence but doesn’t know what made you upset.
You chose to leave early, all you wanted to do was go home and go to bed. While walking through the event garage you try to find the car that your manager said was waiting for you. The garage had multiple floors so you waited by the elevator trying to get service to call your manager to see what floor the car was on.
Everything was fine until you heard a familiar voice from earlier, “I didn’t know I looked up to a liar". You jump at the voice, your heart races once you turned around and saw the older fan from the meet and greet.
Immediately the unease from earlier comes rushing back to you. You quickly checked your phone and you still had no service. You give the fan a small smile and try to be polite, “Oh haha, You mean about the tour? Yeah we didn’t want to give away details since it’s supposed to be a surprise..”.
You continue trying to lighten the mood, “but I’ll let you in on the secret. I’m going to be a guest singer at a couple of his tour shows! So you better be there!” The fan moves closer and you try to slowly back away. “That’s not what I’m talking about”. You swallow the nerves sitting in your throat, your stomach feels like a giant knot as you try not to let the nervous energy show on your face.
You think you’re far enough from the fan but your heart drops to your ass when you hear a car unlock. You turn back and realize that the older fan had backed you into his car. What the fuccckkkk…. The man grabs your wrist and you try to pull yourself out of his grasp, ultimately failing to do so you scream, “HELP ME!!” The man covers your mouth and slams you against the car, trying to open the door as you thrash around trying to get him off of you. Finally you kick him in the nuts and he lets you go holding his pants. This gives you the opportunity to run, you run towards the stairs hoping someone would be there. You scream again once you hear footsteps behind you, “HELP, ANYBODY!!" You hear a heavy set of footsteps running up the stairs, and you hear him call for you. Choso. You scream back, “Choso!!” You see him finally make it to your floor, he’s sweaty and breathing heavily. You rush into his embrace and Choso gladly wraps his arms around you.
“What?? What happened?” Choso asks, holding your face in his hands. You’re on the verge of tears looking back and seeing the man rush away once he sees Choso. Choso notices the man and is able to put everything together. He turns towards his bodyguards and they both follow after the man.
Choso turns back towards you and rubs your back hoping it gives you some comfort. “Where’s your car? I can take you there”
“I don’t…I don’t know I was just trying to get service so I could find it” Tears start to slowly fall from your eyes and Choso chooses not to push you any further. He decides just to bring you to his car until you feel better. Choso's car was nice and he had a privacy partition for the back seats. Choso held you in his arms, waiting until your nervous system regulated. You’re sat in his lap, both of your legs on his left side, your head rested on his shoulder. He rubbed your back and wiped your tears, wanting to kill the guy who made you feel like this. But also knowing he had to be here for you, to support you. You feel safe in his arms, enjoying the way he’s so attentive with you. “Thank you Cho”.
Choso gives you a comforting smile, “Of course I just want to know how to make you feel better”.
Choso notices the cheeky smile that spreads across your face, his mind wanting to take back what he had said. Because before he knew it the two of you were in a hotel and Choso was blindfolded in the hotel bed.
A shiver ran through Choso’s spine as he heard your voice form somewhere in the room, “You look so pretty Cho~~” Choso blushes his mind trying to figure out how close or far you were. He swallows his spit, unsure what was going to happen tonight. “Umm…so what's going on?” Choso flinches when he feels a hand around his neck but he doesn’t fight it. “I’m going to thank you for saving me today” He lets out a small chuckle, “Dinner would’ve been enough” Choso notices your hand fall from his neck and emphasizes, “But! Umm, this is nice too. I just didn’t think I’d be the one blindfolded”
Choso doesn’t see the surprise on your face but he can hear it in your voice, “Oh! Do you want to blindfold me?” Choso goes quiet for a moment and ultimately decides, “hmm no I’m kinda enjoying this, my body is yours to please” A small smirk grows on Choso’s face as he says those last words. You cup your hands around Choso’s face and at first give him a small kiss. Just to test the water. He receives it pretty well and you continue letting the kiss deepen. You straddle him, allowing him to place his hands on your waist.
Since Choso couldn’t see all he could do was feel, he felt your body, felt your lips; opened his mouth to feel your tongue. Choso groaned once you started moving your hips, teasing the hard erection in his pants.
Choso kissed you passionately, pressing your body harder into his lap, hoping your grinding would ease the pain in his pants. You swiftly release yourself from the kiss, a line of saliva following you. You play with the Choso’s hair, staring down at him blindfolded, “you’re gonna regret telling me that”. Choso did regret it, he regretted it so, so much. You sat in between his legs experimenting with what he liked and what he didn’t and what made him almost break. But you never let him. You would get him the closest he’s ever been and then BOOM your hands are off of him like he’s poison. And you did that over and over again. Choso squirmed in the bed, whining and moaning. His hands tightly clenched the bed sheets. He pleaded, “Pleaseee~~ please let me cumm~~” Choso shook as you stroked his fat throbbing cock. His poor tip was red and swollen, occasionally spilling out pre-cum which you’d lick off. You enjoyed learning about Choso's body. The most interesting thing was his piercing. A Prince Albert piercing just at the tip. You had messed with it a little before learning about the rest of his big dick.
In just the couple of minutes you had with him you learned he enjoyed having his balls played with, his tip was extremely sensitive, and when edged for over 30 minutes his dick would get rock hard and veiny. It was super hot. Just as Choso was about to cum again you grab the base of his dick and with your other hand cover his tip with your thumb. You let out a chuckle as Choso whines more trying to buck his hips to get his release. You press a kiss upon his tip, “I’m trying to give you your reward~~” You say caressing his thighs letting him come down from his almost high. “Trust me cumming after edging will send you to another planet”.
Choso almost cries at the thought of another half an hour of edging. It hurt so much, and he was so sensitive. But he enjoyed hearing your curiosity. Feeling your hands explore all of his most private, intimate places.
“Well can I at least cum with you?” Choso pleads, not seeing your scheming eyes. “Mnn maybe” You say moving your hands back to his heated member. You open your mouth ready to take all of Choso, but right before you tell him, “You can take off the blindfold Cho”
As he unties the blindfold you put his tip in your mouth, ensuring his piercing doesn’t hit your teeth. A loud yelp comes out of Choso and he grabs a hold of your hair. “Please, please uggghh” Nonsensical words spew from Choso’s lips as you sink Choso lower in your mouth.
As you bob your head up and down you realize Choso wasn’t a head pusher. He held your hair steadily in his hands as you sucked his cock. Choso whined his hips trying to get the most friction possible. “Mnnn right there~~” He loved it, when you looked up at him, your mouth filled with his cock. When there were small indicators that you were having trouble trying to deepthroat him, that his dick was too big, too thick. When you finally got to his base, your nose met Choso’s happy trail. You hold there for a second and Choso is quickly becoming undone around your mouth. All he wants to do is come and abdomen is starting to tighten, “I wanna cum, I wanna cuumm~”. His legs start to shake and before he knows it you release yourself from his dick with a loud POP. Choso is on the verge of tears. He was so close and at this point the cons were outweighing the pros. Back when you had first blindfolded Choso the two of you had agreed on a safeword. But even with the pain the Choso was in he didn’t want it to end, a larger part of him was enjoying it. He enjoyed hearing you laugh every time he whined in pain. If anything it made him want to be louder, made him want to experience more just for your sadistic pleasure. Choso is sniffing back tears when he looks up and you are on top of him. Your pussy hovering over his red, swole cock. “Are you ready to cum Cho?” You say gripping his cock to position it at the right angle. You struggle at first to get it inside, Choso’s size overwhelming your body.
You try moving once he’s at least halfway in, letting the tip slip out just to put it back in. Choso sits up to give you more support. He grips your waist and bear hugs you finally letting out all of his frustrations. “Ahhg! AHh wAit Choo~~” You moan as Choso thrust into you, pounding harshly against your gummy walls. The lewd sounds of skin slapping fills the room as Choso fucks deep into you, all the way to his base. Choso was filling you up and thrusting so hard that it was poking out of your belly. Choso was feral, he bit your neck to the point that you bled and then licked the blood from his bite as he fucked you.
“Just take it. Please just take it until I cum mommy~~” Choso moaned loudly in your ear, never loosening his arms around your waist. If anything he tightens it, trusting faster as his strokes become messier. You grip his hair and pull his head back from your neck, and you kiss Choso as he thrusts. Your grip on his hair making his toes curl and his lips on your making your legs shake.
The tip of the piercing hit the perfect spot every time Choso curved his thrusts. You let go of Choso’s hair and sink farther down onto Choso. Leaning back as your bringing his head to your chest, His face laid buried in your breasts as he fucks you, your pussy clenching around his dick. His arms never leave your waist but he leans his face closer into your cleavage. Your clit catches the friction from your bodies rutting together and you're close to cumming. “Cho! cHO I’m gonna- I’m gonna cUM!~~”
“Cum! Please cum on my fat cock Mommy~~” The coil that was forming in your stomach burst as you cum, legs shaking as you hold on tighter to Choso’s head suffocating him in your breast.
“Fuck~~FuCk~~Fuuucckkk” Choso finally cums after an hour of edging and he was seeing stars. All his senses exploded and overwhelmed him. His vision went blurry, his ears started ringing. All he could do was moan and whine as it felt like he was cumming 100 times over and over again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started to sob. He choked out tears in your breasts and you tried checking up on him once you felt the wet tears on your skin. You see his face completely fucked out, unable to fully comprehend where he even was. You wipe his tears and give him a smile, “So? How was that?” Completely breathless it takes Choso a while to respond back, “That was the best cum I’ve ever had in my life”. You laugh out loud at Choso’s response, “I told you didn’t I?” You brag remembering you told Choso edging was going to be worth it.
“Thank you, thank you” Choso thanked you over and over. “No thank you for saving me today Choso” You say stroking his hair.
Choso looks up at you with big , longing eyes, “will you be my girlfriend?”
“What!?” You yelp in surprise. “I didn’t know how to ask but since we already did this we might as well become official?" Choso.s face was flushed as he looked at you with hopeful eyes, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend Choso, and you can continue to save me from creepy fans” You give Choso a big hug and he hugs you back, “Now can we please clean up?” Choso says feeling very sweaty and moist. You agree and the two of you take a wonderful bath together, ignoring all of the missed calls from your managers.
The shotgun kiss was probably one of my favorite things to write 😩
