♡—bf!Choso can use his cursed technique to make himself hard over and over again though he becomes sensitive very quick
The bedroom was quiet except for the rhythmic creak of the bedframe and the wet sounds of your bodies moving together. Choso hovered above you, his strong arms braced on either side of your head, dark hair falling messily over his face. Your legs were spread wide around his hips, knees bent and thighs trembling as he drove into you with deep, steady thrusts.
You moaned softly beneath him, fingers digging into his back, nails leaving faint red lines across his pale skin. Choso’s eyes were locked on your face, intense, devoted, drinking in every gasp and flutter of your lashes like it fueled him.
“Fuck…you feel so good,” he groaned, voice low and rough. His cock stretched you perfectly, thick and hot, dragging against your walls with every roll of his hips. He leaned down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, tongues sliding together as he picked up speed.
Round one ended with Choso burying himself deep, hips stuttering as he came hard inside you. A low, broken moan tore from his throat while his cock pulsed, filling you with warm cum. But he didn’t pull out. Instead, you felt the subtle shift of his cursed energy, blood manipulation. He redirected blood flow straight to his cock, forcing it back to full hardness within seconds even as the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippled through him.
He gave you a shaky smile, forehead pressed to yours. “Not done with you yet…”
He started moving again. Round two was slower at first, savoring the slick mess of his cum inside you, but soon turned desperate. Your moans grew louder, legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he slammed into you. Choso’s balls slapped against your ass with every thrust, heavy and full. He came again, groaning your name like a prayer, flooding you even more.
Once more, his technique activated. Blood rushed to his cock, making him rock-hard almost instantly. But this time, when he started the third round, his body betrayed how much it cost him.
Choso’s legs trembled as he thrust into you again, deep and forceful. His cock and balls were painfully oversensitive now, every slide of your tight, cum-slick walls sent sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. His balls felt tight and raw, hypersensitive to every brush against your skin. He was shaking, muscles twitching uncontrollably, yet he refused to slow down.
“Haah—fuck…” he whimpered, the sound slipping out unbidden. His hips snapped forward hard, slamming into you with wet, filthy sounds. He gripped your thighs tightly, spreading you wider, angling himself so he could drive even deeper. “You’re so wet…so warm…I can feel everything.”
You reached up, cupping his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Choso…you’re doing so well, baby. You feel incredible inside me.”
His cock twitched hard at your praise, a needy whimper escaping him. The sensitivity was bordering on too much,every thrust made his eyes water and his breath hitch, but your words lit a fire in him. He slammed into you harder, the headboard banging against the wall.
“I…I don’t know if I can keep going like this,” he gasped, voice cracking. His hips never stopped their brutal pace, pounding into your soaked pussy with wet slaps. “It’s so sensitive…my cock hurts but it feels too good. Baby, please…tell me you need it. Tell me I’m making you feel good.”
You moaned loudly as he hit that perfect spot inside you, your walls clenching around his oversensitive length. “You’re so good for me, Choso. Look at you, still fucking me so deep even though you’re shaking. I want this. I need you to keep going. You’re making me feel so full, so perfect. Don’t stop, please.”
A broken sob-like moan left his lips. His arms gripped you tighter, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he railed you. Sweat dripped down his chest. His balls tightened painfully with every thrust, the skin stretched tight and burning with overstimulation, yet he kept slamming into you, driven by your praise and his own desperate need to please you.
“Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he whimpered, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. “Every time I move it’s like…too much. But I want to make you cum again. Need to feel you squeezing me.”
He leaned down, burying his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. The wet squelch of his cum being pushed deeper with every thrust filled the room. His cock throbbed violently, hypersensitive veins pulsing against your walls. Each drag made him shake harder, little broken whimpers and gasps falling from his lips against your throat.
“You’re doing amazing,” you breathed, running your fingers through his hair, tugging gently. “Such a good boy for me, Choso. Giving me everything even when it’s overwhelming you. I love how you keep going for me.”
He moaned loudly at the praise, hips stuttering before slamming back into a punishing rhythm. “Yes—yes, I’ll keep going. For you. Always for you.” His voice was wrecked, trembling.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of his eyes. His whole body shuddered violently with every deep thrust. Yet he maintained the brutal pace, long, hard strokes that drove his thick cock to the hilt each time, grinding against your cervix before pulling back and slamming in again. One hand slipped between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, messy circles.
“Cum for me again,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Please, baby. I need it. I need to feel you falling apart on my cock one more time.”
You arched beneath him, legs shaking around his waist as pleasure coiled tighter. His whimpers and the raw intensity of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge. “You’re so close, Choso. You’re doing so good—fuck, just like that. Don’t stop, baby. Make me cum.”
His thrusts grew erratic but no less powerful. The oversensitivity had him whimpering continuously now, hips snapping forward with desperate force. Every time his sensitive balls slapped against you it drew a sharp, needy sound from his throat, but he powered through, gripping you like you were his lifeline.
When your orgasm finally hit, it crashed over you hard, walls clamping down around his throbbing cock, milking him rhythmically. You cried out his name, nails raking down his back.
Choso let out a strangled whimper, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh fuck—too much—you’re squeezing me so tight—” He kept thrusting through your climax, prolonging it for you even as his own body screamed from overstimulation. A few more brutal slams and he came for the third time, pumping more cum deep inside you with shaky, uneven thrusts.
He collapsed on top of you afterward, careful not to crush you, face buried in your neck as he panted heavily. His cock was still buried inside, twitching with aftershocks, painfully sensitive but unwilling to leave your warmth.
“You…you’re everything,” he whispered, voice hoarse and full of devotion. “I’d keep going all night if you wanted me to.”
You stroked his hair gently, both of you catching your breath in the quiet afterglow, bodies still intimately joined.