Omg Iām literally obsessed with Enjin having an oral fixation like if you ever decide to write more on him having fingers in his mouth that would be so awesome cause I was giggling and kicking my feet while reading it
iām also obsessed with it bc thereās no way he doesnāt have one like.. he needs something in his big mouth
iām glad you were giggling and kicking your feet bc i lowkey was too when writing ugh this man
cw: suggestive, putting fingers in his mouth but nothing more
wc: 518
speaks: enjin my beloved
once you had started dating enjin made the decision to stop smoking, or lessen how much he smoked in general. you had told him he didn't have to but he insisted, words final like a promise.
"jin you really don't have to, we've literally been friends for years." you argued, watching as he laid out all of his cigarette packs on the dresser.
"i know that but figured you shouldn't smell like a chimney just cuz you're datin me."
you had rolled your eyes then. his words didn't make sense but you weren't going to push the matter, if he wanted to quit then you were going to be there to support him. enjin wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to quit cold turkey, that would end badly for everyone.
he smoked less in a day, every few weeks he'd drop a significant amount and you were there to witness all of the ups and downs. at first he was cranky, snapping at anyone who happened to walk past him, golden eyes piercing through them.
you urged him to try and replace the feeling of a cigarette between his lips which is how you ended up with chewed up pens and pencils, little teeth indents all around them like a dog got ahold of it. he didn't seem to mind it though, your suggestion had his mouth occupied by almost anything and everything.
he loved gnawing on those little straws at the club, rolling a sweet sucker between his teeth when he could find one, you've heard the loud crunching of ice cubes under his teeth. one thing you noticed was his painted fingers tapping at his lips, never quite breaching the barrier but always feeling around.
you had an idea, one that would benefit you both. enjin was sat between your legs, back against your stomach as he filled out paperwork against his bent legs. once again, a black pen was being gnawed between his teeth, soft little clicks of the plastic reaching your ears.
"i think i have something better for you jin."
enjin turned, pen held between his teeth as his eyebrows furrowed. "what you mean baby?"
your head nodded toward the poor plastic. he pulled it from his mouth, eyeing the teeth marks before capping it and dropping it onto the bed. "yeah? lay it on me gorgeous."
with a smile you brought your hand up, tapping your fingers against his lips much like he does. he looked like he wanted to protest before locking eyes with you, huffing when you teasingly said "open up baby~"
his lips parted imperceptibly, breath brushing against your fingers. you eased two into his mouth ā the pointer and middleā and felt him tense slightly before the weight of your fingers settled on his tongue.
"good boy."
he swallowed, tongue rubbing the underside of your fingers before he slowly relaxed, body going limp against you and papers falling off the bed. you watched with adoration as his eyes fluttered shut, mouth every so often suckling onto your digits.
maybe all he needed was something more than just a smoking replacement.
summary: sukuna gets a hard on from his project partnerā¦ eating rotisserie chicken?
wc: 1.6k
cw: suggestive, gender neutral reader!, pre-relationship, they both sound mean but theyāre not (is this a warning idk), not proof read
speaks: this came to me in a vision.. i hc sukuna likes someone that EATS and yea itād turn him on so bad if u ate without a care in the world so
Your hand was cramping from holding your pen for too long, that familiar tightness that makes you wince and drop what you're holding. Doing just that your other hand comes to massage the pain away, leaning back in your chair with a quiet sigh. Your eyes take in what's in front of you: your notebook and laptop spread open, highlighters and eraser shavings scattered across the table. Your phone lit up with a notification, screen displaying the music still drifting in your ears.
Your gaze trails to your left, painted black nails and big veiny hands that lead up tattooed muscular arms, a nice thick chest stretched across a tight dark red shirt. Unfortunately the owner of that chest was Sukuna, an annoying frat guy who you were paired up with for a project. He was quiet for once, fingers typing away on his own laptop, you could hear the thunk of the keys through your headphones.
To your surprise Sukuna wasn't actually the worst. Was he irritating for the fun of it? Yes, but he was also smart underneath his douchey front. He did his part of the project, gravelly voice asking you questions in the quiet library and red eyes boring into yours. You weren't sure why he was being niceā well as nice as Sukuna could be.
You've only spoken to him a handful of times before the project, basic questions like "you got a light?" or "did gojo's ugly ass run through here?" and even "do you have the notes from yesterday?" but you never really had much to talk about. The most you've done with Sukuna Ryomen was people watch on couches at parties, a nudge of your shoulder and tilt of your head at someone throwing up or his gruff of laughter when he saw someone get rejected.
You've talked more since the project, even exchanged numbers and you sometimes text outside of project time. Sukuna walks or drives you home after each session and when he can't he all but demands you text him that you didn't die or get kidnapped, something about it looking bad because he's the last person to see you at the end of the day.
Your eyes blink a few times, coming back from your thoughts to one of those thick hands waving in front of your face. Making eye contact, Sukuna motions for you to take your headphones off, his already resting around his neck. Swiftly sliding them off, fingers blindly tapping at your phone to pause the music coming through them.
"I'm done for today, my brains frying. Pack your shit."
Sukuna's words were gruff, to anyone else they'd be put off but you knew better. Saving your work, you begin packing up for the day, sliding everything deep into your bag. Truth be told you were glad he wanted to leave so early, with your hand cramping and your eyes burning you wouldn't have lasted much longer.
Slinging your backpack over your shoulder you lead the way out, Sukuna following close behind in a lazy stroll. One time Geto told you he looked more like your guard dog and you had laughed right in his face until tears sprung in your eyes but he wasn't wrong.
The loud chirp as he unlocked his car was a relief, tossing your bag inside and buckling yourself in. Sukuna scoffed at your actions, turning on the ac and clicking the seatbelt with one hand. "Y'hungry or somethin?" he asked, hand smoothly gliding against the wheel.
"Nahā"
Your stomach interrupted you with a very loud and embarrassing growl forcing your lips shut into a thin line. The teasing smirk on his lips had your eyes rolling, flopping against the stupidly comfortable seat.
"What you want?"
"I can find something at home, don't worry about it."
You could see Sukuna's eyes rolling, his eyes glancing at you every so often. "I know your ass doesn't eat enough and it'd be annoying if you passed out in my car due to hungerā"
"God you're so dramatic, I know how you're friends with Gojo now."
Ignoring your words he continued, "and I don't really wanna carry your ass so, what do you want to eat?"
You raked your brain through all the places you could and came up empty, everything sounded too greasy or just simply gross. You were ready to give up when you got an idea.
"Go to the store."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow but your words were final, face covered in determination. With a shrug, he took a right and drove to the store, no more words spoken between youā not even when you changed the radio.
After parking you both headed inside, Sukuna once again following your lead. "What're you getting from here? Ramen isn't a good meal but you can elevate it if you wanted." he said, eyes scanning the shelves you barreled past.
"Don't want that."
You walked briskly through the aisles like you were on a mission, the hunger in your stomach growing stronger and you really regretted not eating before you met up for your project. Sukuna hooked a finger into a belt loop of your pants, slowing you ever so slightly.
With a glance behind you Sukuna just shrugged his broad shoulders. "You're running through here like something's chasing you. If I lost you Shoko might actually kill me."
Lips quirking up in a smirk you continued until you were in the fresh meal section. Stopping in front of the rotisserie chickens you bent at the waist, taking in every single cooked chicken and deciding which one was worthy.
"You look like this is life or death."
"It clearly is Sukuna."
"It's rotisserie chicken, how wrong can you go with that?"
Waving a hand at him, your eyes landed on the one: perfectly plump, browned to perfection and skin looking crispy. You pointed a single finger at the container.
"That one."
Sukuna just stared at you as you looked at him expectantly, finger still pointing at it. "Then grab it." he stated, brows pulling together in confusion. You laughed at him before smacking at his arm.
"I don't wanna grab it, they're hot as fuck."
"So you'd rather have me get burned?"
You looked at him with that Duh expression, hand perched on your hip. "Yeah? It's like, the least you could do as a man."
"As a manā what does that even mean?"
When your mouth opens he cuts you off before you can even speak. "Actually don't answer that." he says as he grabs the stupid chicken, holding the edges in both hands and staring at you.
You giggle at him, for some reason he looked goofy holding your chicken- maybe it was because he made it look so small. "Thank you!" you turn, walking a little ways down before grabbing a big bottle of water.
"Anything else your majesty?"
"Nope!"
You followed Sukuna to the self check out and tried to pull your card out when he shoved his phone at the screen first, card pulled up. He mumbled something under his breath before pocketing his phone and picking up the container.
"Let's go with your stupid chicken."
Following with a skip in your step, you slid into your seat, grabbing the container and placing it on the console in the car. Sukuna slid into right after, body angled to face you.
"What you gonna makeā what are you doing?"
You were already cracking open the lid and digging into the hot chicken, fingers staining as you shoveled chunks of meat into your mouth. You peeled off the skin, placing it to the side with a hum, saving it for later.
It was like you didn't even hear him, eyes focused on the white meat you were ravishing like it was your last meal, little sounds of content leaving you. You were hunched over the console, shoulders bunched and face close to the steaming chicken.
Sukuna had never been more aroused in his life. You weren't ugly, matter of fact you were quite beautiful (something anyone in their right mind could see) but this sight of you had his pants feeling tight in a familiar way. He must have hit his head at some point because there's no logical explanation to what he's feeling right now.
You looked feral, never once glancing his way or worrying about how you looked right now, just pure hunger as you ravaged a cheap chicken like a bear eating dinner. He adjusted in his seat, subtly tugging his sweats a smidge lower so they weren't so snug against him, taking a deep breath as he did so.
"Fuck are you lookin at?"
Sukuna's eyes snapped to yours, an unreadable expression on his face. Your lip twitched in a small grimace as you stared at him, lips glossy with food. He huffed a laugh and shook his head, reaching over to the passenger side, popping open the glove compartment and grabbing a handful of napkins. "Nothing you little raccoon." he said as he dropped them into your lap.
Your hand shot up, a chunk of chicken between your fingers right in front of his mouth. "Want some?" your question had him blinking, you continued eating as if this was completely normal. You felt the brush of his lips against your fingers as he leaned forward, eating the food straight from your hand. That shouldn't have given you butterflies in your stomach. A wide smirk curled on his lips as he watched you adjust in your seat, leg coming to tuck under your butt in the seat.
"Sukunaā¦."
The man hummed, head leaning against his seat as his eyes met yours. You had a teasing smile on your lips, fingers picking up a napkin to wipe at your fingers.
summary: sukuna gets a hard on from his project partnerā¦ eating rotisserie chicken?
wc: 1.6k
cw: suggestive, gender neutral reader!, pre-relationship, they both sound mean but theyāre not (is this a warning idk), not proof read
speaks: this came to me in a vision.. i hc sukuna likes someone that EATS and yea itād turn him on so bad if u ate without a care in the world so
Your hand was cramping from holding your pen for too long, that familiar tightness that makes you wince and drop what you're holding. Doing just that your other hand comes to massage the pain away, leaning back in your chair with a quiet sigh. Your eyes take in what's in front of you: your notebook and laptop spread open, highlighters and eraser shavings scattered across the table. Your phone lit up with a notification, screen displaying the music still drifting in your ears.
Your gaze trails to your left, painted black nails and big veiny hands that lead up tattooed muscular arms, a nice thick chest stretched across a tight dark red shirt. Unfortunately the owner of that chest was Sukuna, an annoying frat guy who you were paired up with for a project. He was quiet for once, fingers typing away on his own laptop, you could hear the thunk of the keys through your headphones.
To your surprise Sukuna wasn't actually the worst. Was he irritating for the fun of it? Yes, but he was also smart underneath his douchey front. He did his part of the project, gravelly voice asking you questions in the quiet library and red eyes boring into yours. You weren't sure why he was being niceā well as nice as Sukuna could be.
You've only spoken to him a handful of times before the project, basic questions like "you got a light?" or "did gojo's ugly ass run through here?" and even "do you have the notes from yesterday?" but you never really had much to talk about. The most you've done with Sukuna Ryomen was people watch on couches at parties, a nudge of your shoulder and tilt of your head at someone throwing up or his gruff of laughter when he saw someone get rejected.
You've talked more since the project, even exchanged numbers and you sometimes text outside of project time. Sukuna walks or drives you home after each session and when he can't he all but demands you text him that you didn't die or get kidnapped, something about it looking bad because he's the last person to see you at the end of the day.
Your eyes blink a few times, coming back from your thoughts to one of those thick hands waving in front of your face. Making eye contact, Sukuna motions for you to take your headphones off, his already resting around his neck. Swiftly sliding them off, fingers blindly tapping at your phone to pause the music coming through them.
"I'm done for today, my brains frying. Pack your shit."
Sukuna's words were gruff, to anyone else they'd be put off but you knew better. Saving your work, you begin packing up for the day, sliding everything deep into your bag. Truth be told you were glad he wanted to leave so early, with your hand cramping and your eyes burning you wouldn't have lasted much longer.
Slinging your backpack over your shoulder you lead the way out, Sukuna following close behind in a lazy stroll. One time Geto told you he looked more like your guard dog and you had laughed right in his face until tears sprung in your eyes but he wasn't wrong.
The loud chirp as he unlocked his car was a relief, tossing your bag inside and buckling yourself in. Sukuna scoffed at your actions, turning on the ac and clicking the seatbelt with one hand. "Y'hungry or somethin?" he asked, hand smoothly gliding against the wheel.
"Nahā"
Your stomach interrupted you with a very loud and embarrassing growl forcing your lips shut into a thin line. The teasing smirk on his lips had your eyes rolling, flopping against the stupidly comfortable seat.
"What you want?"
"I can find something at home, don't worry about it."
You could see Sukuna's eyes rolling, his eyes glancing at you every so often. "I know your ass doesn't eat enough and it'd be annoying if you passed out in my car due to hungerā"
"God you're so dramatic, I know how you're friends with Gojo now."
Ignoring your words he continued, "and I don't really wanna carry your ass so, what do you want to eat?"
You raked your brain through all the places you could and came up empty, everything sounded too greasy or just simply gross. You were ready to give up when you got an idea.
"Go to the store."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow but your words were final, face covered in determination. With a shrug, he took a right and drove to the store, no more words spoken between youā not even when you changed the radio.
After parking you both headed inside, Sukuna once again following your lead. "What're you getting from here? Ramen isn't a good meal but you can elevate it if you wanted." he said, eyes scanning the shelves you barreled past.
"Don't want that."
You walked briskly through the aisles like you were on a mission, the hunger in your stomach growing stronger and you really regretted not eating before you met up for your project. Sukuna hooked a finger into a belt loop of your pants, slowing you ever so slightly.
With a glance behind you Sukuna just shrugged his broad shoulders. "You're running through here like something's chasing you. If I lost you Shoko might actually kill me."
Lips quirking up in a smirk you continued until you were in the fresh meal section. Stopping in front of the rotisserie chickens you bent at the waist, taking in every single cooked chicken and deciding which one was worthy.
"You look like this is life or death."
"It clearly is Sukuna."
"It's rotisserie chicken, how wrong can you go with that?"
Waving a hand at him, your eyes landed on the one: perfectly plump, browned to perfection and skin looking crispy. You pointed a single finger at the container.
"That one."
Sukuna just stared at you as you looked at him expectantly, finger still pointing at it. "Then grab it." he stated, brows pulling together in confusion. You laughed at him before smacking at his arm.
"I don't wanna grab it, they're hot as fuck."
"So you'd rather have me get burned?"
You looked at him with that Duh expression, hand perched on your hip. "Yeah? It's like, the least you could do as a man."
"As a manā what does that even mean?"
When your mouth opens he cuts you off before you can even speak. "Actually don't answer that." he says as he grabs the stupid chicken, holding the edges in both hands and staring at you.
You giggle at him, for some reason he looked goofy holding your chicken- maybe it was because he made it look so small. "Thank you!" you turn, walking a little ways down before grabbing a big bottle of water.
"Anything else your majesty?"
"Nope!"
You followed Sukuna to the self check out and tried to pull your card out when he shoved his phone at the screen first, card pulled up. He mumbled something under his breath before pocketing his phone and picking up the container.
"Let's go with your stupid chicken."
Following with a skip in your step, you slid into your seat, grabbing the container and placing it on the console in the car. Sukuna slid into right after, body angled to face you.
"What you gonna makeā what are you doing?"
You were already cracking open the lid and digging into the hot chicken, fingers staining as you shoveled chunks of meat into your mouth. You peeled off the skin, placing it to the side with a hum, saving it for later.
It was like you didn't even hear him, eyes focused on the white meat you were ravishing like it was your last meal, little sounds of content leaving you. You were hunched over the console, shoulders bunched and face close to the steaming chicken.
Sukuna had never been more aroused in his life. You weren't ugly, matter of fact you were quite beautiful (something anyone in their right mind could see) but this sight of you had his pants feeling tight in a familiar way. He must have hit his head at some point because there's no logical explanation to what he's feeling right now.
You looked feral, never once glancing his way or worrying about how you looked right now, just pure hunger as you ravaged a cheap chicken like a bear eating dinner. He adjusted in his seat, subtly tugging his sweats a smidge lower so they weren't so snug against him, taking a deep breath as he did so.
"Fuck are you lookin at?"
Sukuna's eyes snapped to yours, an unreadable expression on his face. Your lip twitched in a small grimace as you stared at him, lips glossy with food. He huffed a laugh and shook his head, reaching over to the passenger side, popping open the glove compartment and grabbing a handful of napkins. "Nothing you little raccoon." he said as he dropped them into your lap.
Your hand shot up, a chunk of chicken between your fingers right in front of his mouth. "Want some?" your question had him blinking, you continued eating as if this was completely normal. You felt the brush of his lips against your fingers as he leaned forward, eating the food straight from your hand. That shouldn't have given you butterflies in your stomach. A wide smirk curled on his lips as he watched you adjust in your seat, leg coming to tuck under your butt in the seat.
"Sukunaā¦."
The man hummed, head leaning against his seat as his eyes met yours. You had a teasing smile on your lips, fingers picking up a napkin to wipe at your fingers.
summary: what happens when your hot roommate choso walks in on you when you're fingering yourself
content: getting caught ish, sucking fingers (choso), fingering (reader), oral (r recieving), mini squirt, sub ish choso??? idk u tell him what to do, choso shirtless, not proof read and lowkey word vom. prob ooc. afab reader but no pronouns used!
wc: 2.3k
anon: first time posting jjk gulps...
your teeth dug into your lip harshly, the soft skin threatening to break under the pressure. you were sprawled across your bed, blanket tossed to the side and pillows askew from your thrashing. your legs were bent, fleet planted on the soft mattress, your panties and shorts were pushed down and caught around your ankles, shirt rucked up to expose your chests, goosebumps littering your skin in the cool room.
two of your fingers were plunged deep into your pussy, a quiet smack smack smack as you work them in and out. head thrown back you curl your fingers, smooshing the blunt tips of nails against that sweet spot. slick is smeared all over your inner thighs and hand, the fat of your palm squelching against your twitchy clit.
a sharp gasp escapes when your hips start bucking up, trying to plunge your fingers even deeper. you were so, so close you could feel it, the telltale signs of your orgasm rapidly approaching.
pussy fluttering, you whine softly, hips wiggling down to buck back up. stomach tightening you curl your fingers firmer whenā
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"you want wings or pasta tonight?"
you stiffen immediately, holding your breath as your roommates muffled voice registers in your ears. maybe if you're silent enough he'll leave, think you're taking a nap and go back to his room so you can whine into your pillow and finish yourself off.
"hellooo? i'm hungryyy!"
fuck. you knew you only had a little bit before choso bursts into your room so you move quick, fingers slipping out of your leaky pussy with a soft pop! and you scramble to pull your shorts and panties back up, both of the fabrics getting caught together. cursing under your breath you had just enough time to shove your shirt back down, nipples aching as they brush against the fabric, before your door is opening.
you snatch your blanket over your body to have some modesty and settle against the headboard, eyes hungrily drinking in your roommate. choso's shirtless (you have to swallow back your drool at the sight), checkered sleep pants hung low on his hips showing off those veins leading down behind his pants, his hair is loose, wavy locks brushing against his shoulders as he walks.
he plops himself onto your bed, finger swiping over his phone screen in search of dinner. "i have a coupon for that wing place but i'm also kinda craving something creamy in my mouth." your eye twitches. you're acutely aware of the wetness between your legs, making you shift uncomfortably as your panties slowly grow damp.
"cho i don't care, get whatever. you know what i like."
that makes him look at you, deep brown eyes slowly trailing down your body. a slight frown tugs on his lips, he leans closer to you, legs coming up onto the bed. you're almost sweating under his gaze, does he know what you were doing? will he find out? when would he leave?
"you okay?" he asks, thumb picking at his phone case. you can't help but smile softly at him, your sweet choso who doesn't have any clue that you were just fingering your pussy to the thought of him, his thick fingers instead of yours, his plush lips suckling against your clit, little whimpers leaving him.
get a grip.
"yeah just tired, i stayed up late last night." your answer satisfies him judging by his nod. you watch as he just sits there and mumbles to himself about what to get. you're soaked right now, legs moving anxiously as you shift around constantly. choso leans himself against your bent legs, deciding to look up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen.
"play with my hair?" he asks so sweetly, pink lips pursing into a slight pout. your heart leaps out of your chest, the hand you normally use was drenched in your slick, tucked under your blanket. chewing on your lip you take a deep breath, exhaling out nerves.
before you can move choso's reaching under and pulling your hand out. "wait!" you shout as your arm is exposed, shame filling your chest as you're faced with pruny fingers. choso's eyebrows furrow as he stares at your hand, lips parted in shock as he catches the sight of your creamy arousal coating your fingers.
you can't speak, too nervous to even try and defend yourself. the silence is unbearable, your mind racing with thoughts. does he think you're gross? i mean, masturbation is completely normal so he shouldn't but he's staring at your hand so intensely you think you're about to explode.
"was this.. what you were doing before i came in?"
choso looks at you, face showing nothing as he waits for your response. there's no way you can lie to him now so you own up to it, giving him a small jerky nod. choso bites his lip and you can feel the energy in the room change. becoming charged. "i was so close too but you barged in." you pout at him, pussy still feeling the denial of an orgasm.
choso groans at your words, forehead resting against your knee. "driving me crazy.." you hear him mutter, a stupid thought entering your mind. your other hand cups the back of his neck, gently squeezing so he'd lift his head. obeying, he rests his chin on your knees as he looks up at you. you bring your fingers close to his face, spreading the two that had been inside of you apart, the sticky arousal clinging onto each other in thick strings.
you feel him shudder.
"i think.. you should make it up to me." you state. your fingers are still spreading, enticing choso closer like a moth to a flame. your clean hand brushes his hair back, scratching at his scalp as your wet hand brushes against his lips.
choso grabs your wrist, getting himself as close as he can to your slick fingers. "wanna make it up to you, wanna be good.." he speaks softly, gaze boring into yours. your pussy practically gushes at his words, you'd be surprised if you didn't have to change your bedsheets later.
"yeah? show me how baby."
choso leans forward, smearing your fingers across his face. the slick doesn't leave much but for him it's enough. enough to fill his nose, enough to stain his lips, enough for him to jerk off to later tonight. he moans softly before easing your fingers into his mouth, his warm tongue slowly twisting around your digits.
pussy clenching you watch with rapt attention, eyes darkening at the way his pretty pink lips spread around your fingers. he takes them even deeper, cheeks hollowing slightly as his head moves in little bobs, sucking your fingers off, getting every little bit of slick he can.
fuck he looked so good with your fingers down his throat. the familiar slide of slick out of your pussy has you biting your lip, mulling over what you're about to ask him.
"you wanna taste some more?"
your question makes his eyes open, pupils blown wide and eyes hooded. he pulls off your fingers with a soft pop, sinful tongue snaking once more around your digits. pressing your wet skin against his he nods, blinking slowly.
"c'mere for me." you nod your head towards your legs and you watch as choso flicks the blanket from your body. small goosebumps raise along the skin of your legs, from being exposed or from choso's stare you're not sure.
he moves swiftly, positioning himself right between your legs on his stomach, long fingers toying with the edge of your shorts. your hands come to his head, fingers moving into his silky strands as he looks up at you once more.
choso doesn't move, just stares up at you with those eyes full of lust as he waits for your instruction and consent. "think it'll taste better from the source cho?" you ask while you slowly remove your bottoms once again. tossing them to the side, you keep your legs pressed together to hide your pussy from his view, hand coming back to his hair.
"i can smell you from hereā shit." choso whimpered against your leg, lips pursing into a soft pout. biting your lip you spread your legs watching his breath become more labored as your slick puffy folds are revealed inch by inch. he licked his lips, you swear you could see drool slipping out, inching closer to your now completely exposed pussy.
your free hand slid down your body, stopping right above your clit. "can i?" choso was so close to your pussy you could feel his breath against your wet folds. humming your confirmation a gasp tore from your throat when his plush lips wrapped around your sensitive clit and began suckling. moans buzzed against the bundle of nerves, his thick arms wrapping around your thighs.
his head was tilted to the side so you slipped your fingers lower, greedy pussy welcoming you back in. setting a quick pace, your fingers slammed deep inside you again, desperately chasing your interrupted orgasm. the sound of your sopping pussy sucking your fingers in and choso's whimpers as he messily mouths at your clit.
fingers curled juust right to hit that sweet spot had your back arching, moans leaving you as your stomach grew tight. choso pressed himself impossibly closer, nose digging into your mound and tongue slipping out to lick at you. spit and drool dribble out of his mouth, leaking down your folds and mixing with your slick adding to the loud squelch squelch coming from between your legs.
rhythmic movement from below your makes you look down, a breathy "oh" leaving you when your brain finally registers that the movement is from choso rutting his clothed cock frantically against the bed.
it's like he's not even here, eyes squeezed shut, a pretty flush running from his cheeks to chest, tongue swirling around your clit. his fingers were gripping you tight, your pussy flutters at the thought of walking around with the marks he left behind.
you jolt when you feel a sharp sting then a sloppy kiss. choso just nibbled at your clit and you liked it. back arching your orgasm washes over you, a loud cry of his name leaving you as your fingers keep working, push, push, pushing against that sweet spot. stars exploded behind your eyes as your legs shook, threatening to fall open completely when choso keeps sucking, little shocks of overstimulation making you twitch.
fingers stilling, you slowly pull them out, your walls gripping it keep them in. chest heaving your clean hand pushes choso's hair back, his neck craning and lips reluctantly leaving your clit that he was sucking on like it was candy. you coo when he whines at the loss, "don't be like that baby. here," you hold your cum soaked fingers up to his lips, tapping them against the plush skin. "suck 'em clean for me."
obeying immediately choso takes your fingers back into his mouth, a loud moan rumbling out of him at your taste. his mouth make sloppy sounds as he works over your digits, tongue swirling and loud slurps making spit drip down your hand.
his hips pick up, your bed creaking softly as his head bobs up and down, the taste of you sending him over the edge. your fingers run through his hair as you watch his orgasm wash over him, eyebrows pulled in and little moans leaving him.
"y'did such a good job cho~"
pulling off slowly, your praise makes him smile shyly, the blush on his cheeks flushing darker. "you taste so good.." his cheek nuzzles against your thigh, long lashes fluttering as he looks up at you. he wants you dead, truly.
wiping your fingers off on your sheets, you yelp when you feel a long lick through your folds. head snapping down, you catch choso's tongue circle your clit before dipping back down, collecting your slick on his tongue.
"'m still hungry though.."
he trails off as his arms wrap around your thighs again, tongue dipping inside of your pussy before he starts fucking you with it, the pink muscle making little squelches as it brushes against your wet hole. hands grasping his hair, your hips buck against him, his nose catching against your sensitive clit. "fuck choso!"
the man just hums against you, tongue plunging as deep as it can go, nose smothered on your fat clit. your release builds quick, hips grinding against his nose in a way that you're sure makes it impossible for choso to breathe.
his hands drift up and slip under your shirt, grabbing at the plush warm skin there. choso's head shakes side to side and your legs snap shut, trapping him against your pussy.
"cumming, cummingā"
you can't help but chant as your second orgasm washes over you, small spurts of slick shooting out. you're panting when choso pulls away, a gasp tearing out of him as he sits up onto his knees. he looked a mess. your slick left his face glossy, cheeks smeared in it and he leaves it there without a care in the world.
"you're so fucking hot." he groans.
laughing softly you move to wipe his face when he stops you. "i'm not done," he presses a kiss against your fingers before lowering himself again, teeth nipping against the soft skin of your thighs. "but can you order the wings and pasta?"
his question makes you burst out laughing, your hand smacking the back of his head. he's got that little shit grin on his lips as he leans back in, ready to eat his appetizer. "you're so fucking stupid, i can't believe i let you eat me out." your complaint tapers off into a moan as his lips smack against your pussy. yeah, he'd be back between your legs the next day.
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